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CONTENTS OF VOLUME XVI,
THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
PAGE
Chapter VI. Up in the Mountains 1
„ VII. At Luncheon 7
„ VIII. The Arrival of a Great Man , 1 1
„ IX. Over the Fire 15
X. The Droppings of a great Diplomatist 129
„ XI. A Winter Day's Walk 134
„ XII. An Evening below and above Stairs 140
„ XHI. At the Cottage 257
„ XIV. Official Confidences 264
„ XV. With his Lawyer 269
5> XVI. Some Misunderstandings 272
„ XVH. At Castello 385
„ XVIII. A Dull Dinner 391
„ XIX. A Departure 402
„ XX. A Morning of Perplexities 513
„ XXI. George and Julia 522
„ XXII. In the Library at Castello 528
„ XXIII. The Curate Cross-examined 534
„ XXIV. Doubts and Fears 641
„ XXV. Marion's Ambitions 653
„ XXVI. Mr. Cutbill arrives at Castello 657
„ XXVII. The Villa Altieri ,. 662
STONE EDGE.
Chapter IX. Bessie's Burying 54
„ X. How is the Kent to be made? 57
„ XI. The One-eyed House 61
„ XII. The Druid's Stones 64
„ XHI. Market-day at Youlcliffe 69
„ XIV. Watching on a Winter's Night 239
„ XV. What was found under the Tor 242
„ XVI. A Midnight "Flitting" 244
n XVII. A Funeral Feast in the Snow 248
„ XVIH. The Last of the Old House 252
„ XLX. 'Tis just the Way o' the World 323
„ XX. Very Lonely 326
„ XXI. Many Waters will not Quench Love 330
„ XXH. Hope in the Far West M 338
vi CONTENTS.
JACK THE GlANT-KlLLER.
PAGE
Chapter I. On Monsters, etc 589
II. Cormoran 592
„ III. An Ogress 600
„ IV. Jack goes to sleep in the Wood 739
„ V. Blunderbore and his two Heads 746
„ VI. The Parcse cut a Thread of Mrs. Trevithic's Knitting 755
Abkhasiau Insurrection (The) of August 8, 1866 501
Aerolites, Shooting-Stars, Meteors and 556
Africa, By the Sea-side in South-East 629
Alps, The Love of the 24
Arnold, Matthew : Culture and its Enemies 36
Ave Maria 208
Bavaria (Upper), Haberfeld Treiben in 667
Beautiful Miss Gunnings (The) 418
Breech-Loading Rifles 177
Captain Marryat at Langham 149
Chancery Funds 200
Classics (The) in Translations „ 109
Collector, Jottings from the Note-Book of an Undeveloped 295, 485, 570, 677
" Colonna (La) Infame " 230
Coolie Labour and Coolie Immigration 74
Country Life 704
Culture and its Enemies. By Matthew Arnold 36
Dumb Men's Speech. A Belgian Experiment 693
Friend's Study, For the Wall of a 500
Funds, Chancery 200
Gossip (A) on our Rosalinds 474
Gunnings, The Beautiful Miss 418
Haberfeld Treiben in Upper Bavaria , 667
"Holidays, Off for the :" The Rationale of Recreation 315
House (The) that Scott Built 356
India, Witch-Murders in 409
Insurrection (The Abkhasian) of August 8, 1866 501
Joan of Arc. By G. A Simcox 584
Jottings from the Note-Book of an Undeveloped Collector 295, 485, 570, 677
Kamptully, The Shootings of 376
Knapsack (The) in Spain 162
(Conclusion) 279
CONTENTS. Vi i
PAGE
" La Colonna Infame " 230
Langham, Captain Marryat at 149
Law (Marriage) of the Three Kingdoms 432
Little Red Riding Hood 440
Lorlotte and the Capitaine 84
Love (The) of the Alps 24
Marriage Law (The) of the Three Kingdoms 432
Marryat, Captain, at Langham , 149
Meteors, Shooting-Stars, and Aerolites 556
Miss Gunnings, The Beautiful . 418
Mountaineer, The Regrets of a 539
Fete-Book of an Undeveloped Collector, Jottings from the 295, 485, 570, 677
" Off for the Holidays :" The Rationale of Recreation „.. 315
Pesth, The Pageant at 212
Poaching 346
Rationale (The) of Recreation : " Off for the Holidays " 315
Bad Riding Hood, Little 440
R ^formation, The Satirists of the , 609
Bogrets (The) of a Mountaineer 539
Rifles, Breech-Loading 177
Rosalinds, A Gossip on our 474
Saint and Sinner 482
Satirists (The) of the Reformation 609
Sea-Side in South-East Africa, By the * 629
Sentiments, Toasts and 191
Si ncox, G. A, : Joan of Arc ., 584
Shooting Stars, Meteors and Aerolites 556
Shootings (The) of Kamptully 376
Spain, The Knapsack in 162
(Conclusion) 279
Study, For the Wall of a Friend's 500
Talk, Some chapters on 719
Three Kingdoms, The Marriage Law of the 432
Time - 370
To ists and Sentiments 191
Translations of the Classics 109
Undeveloped Collector, Jottings from the Note-book of an 295, 485,570, 677
Wtill of a Friend's Study, For the 500
Wi tch-Murders in India 409
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
TO FACE PAGE
THE ARRIVAL or A GREAT MAN 1
,THE DRUID'S STONES .^ 54
A WINTER DAY'S WALK 129
THE LAST OP THE OLD HOUSE 239
AT THE COTTAGE 257
MANY WATERS WILL NOT QUENCH LOVE 323
LOOKING DOWN FROM THE CLIFF 385
REMY'S LEAVE-TAKING 440
THE CURATE CROSS-EXAMINED 513
JOAN OF ARC 584
THE VILLA ALTIERI 641
THE FATES . 739
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CHAPTER VI.
Up IN THE MOUNTAINS.
BOUT eighteen miles from Bishop's
Folly, and in the very midst of
the Mourne Mountains, a low spur
of land projects into the sea by a
thin narrow promontory, so narrow,
indeed, that in days of heavy sea
and strong wind, the waves .have
been seen to meet across it. Some
benevolent individual had once con-
ceived the idea of planting a small
lighthouse here, as a boon to the
fishermen who frequent the coast.
The lighthouse was built, but never
occupied, and after standing some
3rears in a state of half ruin, was
turned into a sort of humble inn
or shebeen, most probably a mere
'pretext to cover its real employment
as a depot for smuggled goods; for
in the days of high duties French silks and brandies found many channels
into Ireland beside the road that lay through her Majesty's customs.
Mr., or, as he was more generally called, Tim Mackessy, the proprietor,
was a well-known man in those parts. He followed what in Ireland for
some years back has been as much a profession as law or physic, and
occasionally a more lucrative line than either — Patriotism. He was
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2 THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
one of those ready, voluble, self- asserting fellows, who abound in Ireland,
but whose favour is not the less with their countrymen from the feet
of their frequency. He had, he said, a father, who suffered for his
country in ninety-eight ; and he had himself maintained the family tradi-
tions by being twice imprisoned in Carrickfergus Gaol, and narrowly
escaping transportation for life. On the credit of this martyrdom, and
the fact that Mr. O'Connell once called him honest Tim Mackessy, he had
lived in honour and repute amongst such of his countrymen as " feel the
yoke and abhor the rule of the Saxon."
For the present, we are, however, less occupied by Tim and his political
opinions than by two guests, who had arrived a couple of days before, and
were, at the moment we are now at, seated • at breakfast in that modest
apartment called the best parlour. Two men less like in . appearance
might not readily be found. One, thin, fresh- looking, with handsome but
haughty features-, slightly stooped, but 'to all seeming as much from habit
as from any debility, was Lord Culduff ; his age might be computed by
some reference to the list of his services, but would have been a puzzling
calculation from a mere inspection of himself: In figure and build, he
might be anything from five-and-thirty to two or three and forty ; in face,
at a close inspection, he might have been high up in the sixties.
His companion was a middle-sized, middle-aged man, with a head of
bushy curly black hair, a round bullet head, wide-set eyes, and a short
nose, of the leonine pattern ; his mouth, large and thick-lipped, had all
that mobility that denotes talker and eater ; for Mr. Cutbill, civil engineer
and architect, was both garrulous and gourmand, and lived in 'the happy
enjoyment of being thought excellent company, and a first-rate judge of a
dinner. He was musical too ; he played the violoncello with some skill,
and was an associate of various philharmonics, who performed fantasias
and fugues to dreary old ladies and snuffy old bachelors, who found the
amusement an economy that exacted nothing more costly than a little
patience. Amongst these Tom Cutbill was a man of wit and man of the
world. His career brought him from time to time into contact with persons
of high station and rank, and these he ventilated amongst his set in the
most easy manner, familiarly talking of Beaufort, and Argyle, and Cleve-
land, as though they were household words.
It was reported that he had some cleverness as an actor ; and he
might have had, for the man treated life as a drama, and was eternally repre-
senting something, — some imaginary character, — till any little fragment of
reality in him had been entirely rubbed out by the process, and he remained
the mere personation of whatever the society he chanced to be in wanted
or demanded of him.
He had been recommended to Lord Culduff's notice by his lordship's
London agent, who had said, — " He knows the scientific part of his
business as well as the great swells of his profession, and he knows the
world a precious sight better than they do. They could tell you if you
have coal, but he will do that and more ; lie will tell you what to do with
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 3
it. ' It was on the advice thus given Lord CuldufF had secured his
so: -vices, and taken him over to Ireland. It was a bitter pill to swallow, for
th: s old broken-down man of fashion, self-indulgent, fastidious, and refined,
to travel in such company ; but his affairs were in a sad state, from years
of extravagance and high living, and it was only by the supposed discovery
of these mines on this unprofitable part of his estate that his creditors
consented to defer that settlement which might sweep away almost all
that remained to him. Cutbill was told, too, — " His lordship is rather
hard-up just now, and cannot be liberal as he could wish ; but he is a
chinning person to know, and will treat you like a brother." The one
chink in this shrewd fellow's armour was his snobbery. It was told of
him once, in a very dangerous illness, when all means of inducing per-
sp ration had failed, that some one said, — " Try him with a lord, it
never failed with Tom yet." If an untitled squire had proposed to take
M:%. Cutbill over special to Ireland for a hundred - pound note and his
expenses, he would have indignantly refused the offer, and assisted the
proposer besides to some unpalatable reflections on his knowledge of life ;
th) thought, however, of journeying as Lord Culduff's intimate Mend,
^being treated as his brother, thrown, from the very nature of the country
th )y travelled in, into close relations, and left free to improve the acquaint-
ance by all those social wiles and accomplishments on which he felt he
could pride himself, was a bribe not to be resisted. And thus was it
th it these two men, so unlike in every respect, found themselves fellow -
tn.vellers and companions.
A number of papers, plans, and drawings littered the breakfast-table
at which they were seated, and one of these, representing the little
promontory of arid rock, tastefully coloured and converted into a
handsome pier, with flights of steps descending to the water, and
massive cranes swinging bulky masses of merchandise into tall-masted
ships, was just then beneath his lordship's double eyeglass.
" Where may all this be, Cutbill ? is it Irish ? " asked he.
" It is to be out yonder, my lord," said he, pointing through the little
window to the rugged line of rocks, over which the sea was breaking in
m jasured rhythm.
" You don't mean there ? " said Lord Culduff, half horrified.
" Yes, my lord, there ! Your lordship is doubtless not aware that of
al! her Majesty's faithful lieges the speculative are the least gifted with the
in aginative faculty, and to supply this unhappy want in their natures, we,
whose function it is to suggest great industrial schemes or large under-
ta dngs, — we ' Promoters,' as we are called, are obliged to supply, not
m )rely by description, but actually pictorially, the results which success
wi 11 in due time arrive at. We have, as the poet says, to annihilate
1 1 oth time and, space,' and arrive at a goal which no effort of these worthy
pe ople's minds could possibly attain to. What your lordship is now looking
at is a case in point, and however little promising the present aspect of
thit coast -line may seem, time and money, — yes, my lord, time and
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4 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
money — the two springs of all success — will make even greater change
than you see depicted here." Mr. Cutbill delivered these words with a
somewhat pompous tone, and in a voice such as he might have used in
addressing an acting committee or a special board of works ; for one of
his fancies was, to believe himself an orator of no mean power.
"I trust, I fervently trust, Mr. Cutbill," said his lordship nervously,
"that the coal-fields are somewhat nigherthe stage of being remunerative
than that broken line of rock is to this fanciful picture before me."
" Wealth, my lord, like heat, has its latent conditions."
" Condescend to a more commonplace tone, sir, in consideration of my
ignorance, and tell me frankly, is the mine as far from reality, as that
reef there ? "
Fortunately for Mr. Cutbill perhaps, the door was opened at this
critical juncture, and the landlord presented himself with a note, stating
that the groom who brought it would wait for the answer.
Somewhat agitated by the turn of his conversation with the engineer,
Lord Culduff tore open the letter, and ran his eyes towards the end to
see the signature. ''Who is Bramleigh — Temple Bramleigh ? Oh, I re-
member, an attache. What's all this about Castello ? Where's Castello ? "
" That's the name they give the Bishop's Folly, my lord," said the
landlord, with a half grin.
" What business have these people to know I am here at all ? Why
must they persecute me ? You told me, Cutbill, that I was not to be
discovered."
" So I did, my lord, and I made the Down Express call you Mr. Morrice,
of Charing Cross."
His lordship winced a little at the thought of such a liberty, even for a
disguise, but he was now engaged with the note, and read on without
speaking. "Nothing could be more courteous, certainly," said he, folding
it up, and laying it beside him on the table. " They invite me over to —
what's the name? — Castello, and promise me perfect liberty as regards my
time. * To make the place my head-quarters,' as he says. Who are these
Bramleighs ? You know every one, Cutbill ; who are they ? "
" Bramleigh and Underwood are bankers, very old - established firm.
Old Bramleigh was a brewer, at Slough ; George the Third never would
drink any other stout than Bramleigh' s. There was a large silver flagon,
called the 'King's Quaigh,' always brought out when his Majesty rode by,
and very vain old Bramleigh used to be of it, though I don't think it
figures now on the son's sideboard — they have leased the brewery."
" Oh, they have leased the brewer}', have they ? "
" That they have ; the present man got himself made Colonel of militia,
and meant to be a county member, and he might too, if he hadn't been
in too great a hurry about it ; but county people won't stand being carried
by assault. Then they made other mistakes ; tided it on with the Liberals,
in a shire where everything that called itself gentleman was Tory ; in fact,
they plunged from one hole into another, till they regularly swamped them-
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 5
wolves ; and as their house held a large mortgage on these estates in Ireland,
• hey paid off the other encumbrances and have come to live here. I know
.he whole story, for it was an old friend of mine who made the plans for
:*estoring the mansion."
" I suspect that the men in your profession, Cutbill, know as much of
-.he private history of English families as any in the land ? "
" More, my lord ; far more even than the solicitors, for people suspect
•;he solicitors, and they never suspect us. We are detectives in plain
clothes." The pleasant chuckle with which Mr. Cutbill finished his speech
vvas not responded to by his lordship, who felt that the other should have
iccepted his compliment, without any attempt on his own part to
jnhance it.
" How long do you imagine I may be detained here, Cutbill ? " asked
JLC after a pause.
" Let us say a week, my lord, or ten days at furthest. We ought
certainly to see that new pit opened, before you leave."
" In that case I may as well accept this invitation. I can bear a little
boredom if they have only a good cook. Do you suppose they have a
^ood cook ? "
" The agent, Jos Harding, told me they had a Frenchman, and that the
house is splendidly got up."
" What's to be done with you, Cutbill, eh ? "
" I am at your lordship's orders," said he, with a very quiet composure.
"You have nothing to do over at that place just now? — I mean at
che mine."
" No, my lord. Till Pollard makes his report, I have nothing to call
Jie over there."
" And here, I take it, we have seen everything," and he gave a very
hopeless look through the little window as he spoke.
" There it is, my lord," said Cutbill, taking up the coloured picture of,
the pier, with its busy crowds, and its bustling porters. " There it is ! "
" I should say, Cutbill, there it is not ! " observed the other bitterly.
" Anything more unlike the reality is hard to conceive."
"Few things are as like a cornet in the Life Guards, as a child in a
perambulator ' '
"Very well, all that," interrupted Lord Culduff impatiently. "I
know that sort of argument perfectly. I have been pestered with the acorn,
)r rather, with the unborn forests in the heart of the acorn, for many a
;lay. Let us get a stride in advance of these platitudes. Is the whole
thing like this ? " and he threw the drawing across the table contemptuously
as he spoke. " Is it all of this pattern, eh ? "
" In one sense it is very like," said the other, with a greater amount
of decision in his tone, than usual.
" In which case, then, the sooner we abandon it the better," said Lord
Culduff, rising, and standing with his back to the fire, his head high, and
his look intensely haughty.
6 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY
" It is not for me to dictate to your lordship — I could never presume
to do so — but certainly it is not every one in Great Britain who could
reconcile himself to relinquish one of the largest sources of wealth in the
kingdom. Taking the lowest estimate of Carrick Nuish mine alone, — and
when I say the lowest, I mean throwing the whole thing into a company
of shareholders, and neither working nor risking a shilling yourself, — you
may put from twenty to five- and- twenty thousand pounds into your
pocket within a twelvemonth."
" Who will guarantee that, Cutbill ? " said Lord Culduff, with a faint
smile.
" I am ready myself to do so, provided my counsels be strictly fol-
lowed. I will do so, with my whole professional reputation."
" I am charmed to hear you say so. It is a very gratifying piece of
news for me. You feel, therefore, certain that we have struck coal ?"
" My lord, when a young man enters life from one of the universities,
with a high reputation for ability, he can go a long way — if he only be
prudent — living on his capital. It is the same thing in a great industrial
enterprise ; you must start at speed, and with a high pressure — get way
on you, as the sailors say — and you will skim along for half a mile after
the steam is off."
" I come back to my former question. Have we found coal ? "
" I hope so. I trust we have. Indeed there is every reason to say
we have found coal. What we need most at this moment is a man like
that gentleman whose note is on the table — a large capitalist, a great City
name. Let him associate himself in the project, and success is as certain
as that we stand here."
" But you have just told me he has given up his business life — retired
from affairs altogether."
" My lord, these men never give up. They buy estates, they go live
at Home or Paris, and take a chateau at Cannes, and try to forget Mincing
Lane and the rest of it ; but if you watch them, you'll see it's the money
article in The Times they read before the leader. They have but one
barometer for everything that happens in Europe — how are the exchanges ?
and they are just as greedy of a good thing as on any morning they hurried
down to the City in a hansom to buy in or sell out. See if I'm not right.
Just throw out a hint, no more, that you'd like a word of advice from
Colonel Bramleigh about your project ; say it's a large thing — too large for
an individual to cope with — that you are yourself the least possible of a
business man, being always engaged in very different occupations, — and ask
what course he would counsel you to take."
" I might show him these drawings — these coloured plans."
" Well, indeed, my lord," said Cutbill, brushing his mouth with his
hand, to hide a smile of malicious drollery, " I'd say I'd not show him the
plans. The pictorial rarely appeals to men of his stamp. It's the multi-
plication-table they like, and if all the world were like them one would
never throw poetry into a project."
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 7
" You'll have to come with me, Cutbill; I see that," said his lordship,
ref ectingly.
" My lord, I am completely at your orders."
" Yes ; this is a sort of negotiation you will conduct better than myself.
I f.m not conversant with this kind of thing, nor the men who deal in
them. A great treaty, a question of boundary, a royal marriage, — any of
these would find me ready and prepared, but with the diplomacy of
dividends, I own myself little acquainted. You must come with me."
Cutbill bowed in acquiescence, and was silent.
CHAPTER VII.
AT LUNCHEON.
As the family at the Great House were gathered together at luncheon on
tin day after the events we have just recorded, Lord Culduff's answer to
T( mple Bramleigh's note was fully and freely discussed.
" Of course," said Jack, " I speak under correction ; but how comes
it that your high and mighty friend brings another man with him ? Is
Ci .tbill an attache ? Is he one of what you call ' the line ? ' '
" I am happy to contribute the correction you ask for," said Temple
haughtily. " Mr. Cutbill is not a member of the diplomatic body, and
th 3Ugh such a name might not impossibly be found in the Navy List, you'll
scircely chance upon it at F. 0."
" My chief question is, however, still to be answered. On what
pratext does he bring him here ? " said Jack, with unbroken good-humour.
" As to that," broke in Augustus, " Lord Culduffs note is perfectly
ex planatory ; he says his friend is travelling with him ; they came here on
a .natter of business, and, in fact, there would be an awkwardness on his
p£ rt in separating from him, and on ours, if we did not prevent such a
contingency."
" Quite so," chimed in Temple. " Nothing could be more guarded or
ccurteous than Lord Culduff's reply. It wasn't in the least like an
Admiralty minute, Jack, or an order to Commander Spiggins, of the Snarler,
to take in five hundred firkins of pork."
" I might say, now, that you'll not find that name in the Navy List,
Tornple," said the sailor, laughing.
" Do they arrive to-day ? " asked Marion, not a little uncomfortable at
this exchange of tart things.
" To dinner," said Temple.
" I suppose we have seen the last leg of mutton we are to meet with
til he goes," cried Jack ; "that precious French fellow will now give his
g(nius full play, and we'll have to dine off ' salmis ' and ' supremes,' or
mike our dinner off bread and cheese."
" Perhaps you would initiate Bertond into the mystery of a sea-pie,
Js ck," said Temple, with a smile.
8 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
" And a precious mess the fellow would make of it ! He'd fill it with
cocks' combs and mushrooms, and stick two skewers in it, with a half-
boiled truffle on each — lucky if there wouldn't be a British flag in spun
sugar between them ; and he'd call the abomination ' pate a la gun-room,'
or some such confounded name."
A low, quiet laugh was now heard from the end of the table, and the
company remembered, apparently for the first time, that Mr. Harding, the
agent, was there, and very busily engaged with a broiled chicken. " Ain't
I right, Mr. Harding?" cried Jack, as he heard the low chuckle of the
small, meek, submissive-looking little man, at the other end of the table.
''Ain't I right?"
" I have met with very good French versions of English cookery
abroad, Captain Temple."
"Don't call me 'Captain,' or I'll suspect your accuracy about the
cookery," interrupted Jack. " I fear I'm about as far off that rank as
Bertond is from the sea-pie."
" Do you know Cutbill, Harding ? " said Augustus, addressing the
agent in the tone of an heir expectant.
" Yes. We were both examined in the same case before a committee
of the House, and I made his acquaintance then."
" What sort of person is he ? " asked Temple.
"Is he jolly, Mr. Harding? — that's the question," cried Jack. "I
suspect we shall be overborne by greatness, and a jolly fellow would be a
boon from heaven."
" I believe he is what might be called jolly," said Harding cautiously.
" Jolly sounds like a familiar word for vulgar," said Marion. " I hope
Mr. Harding does not mean that."
" Mr. Harding means nothing of the kind, I'll be sworn," broke
in Jack. " He means an easy-tempered fellow, amusing and amusable.
Well, Nelly, if it's not English, I can't help it — it ought to be ; but
when one wants ammunition, one takes the first heavy thing at hand.
Egad ! I'd ram down a minister plenipotentiary, rather than fire blank-
cartridge."
"Is Lord Culduff also jolly, Mr. Harding?" asked Eleanor, now
looking up with a sparkle in her eye.
" I scarcely know, — I have the least possible acquaintance with his
lordship ; I doubt, indeed, if he will recollect me," said Harding, with
diffidence.
"What are we to do with this heavy swell when he comes, is the
puzzle to me," said Augustus, gravely. "How is he to be entertained, —
how amused ? Here's a county with nothing to see — nothing to interest
— without a neighbourhood. What are we to do with him ? "
" The more one is a man of the world, in the best sense of that phrase,
the more easily he finds how to shape his life to any and every circum-
stance," said Temple, with a sententious tone and manner.
" WTiich means, I suppose, that he'll make the best of a bad case,
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 9
and bear our tiresomeness with bland urbanity? " said Jack. " Let us
only hope, for all our sakes, that his trial may not be a long one."
"Just to think of such a country!" exclaimed Marion; "there is
absolutely no one we could have to meet him."
" What's the name of that half-pay captain who called here t'other
morning? — the fellow who sat from luncheon till nigh dusk?" asked
Jack.
" Captain Craufurd," replied Marion. " I hope nobody thinks of
inviting him ; he is insufferably vulgar, and presuming besides."
"Wasn't that the man, Marion, who told you that as my father and
Lady Augusta didn't live together the county gentry couldn't be expected
to call on us ? " asked Augustus, laughing.
" He did more : he entered into an explanation of the peculiar tenets
of the neighbourhood, and told me if we had had the good luck to have
settled in the south or west of Ireland they'd not have minded it, ' but
here,' he added, * we are great sticklers for morality.' "
" And what reply did you make him, Marion ? " asked Jack.
" I was so choked with passion that I couldn't speak, or if I did
say anything I have forgotten it. At all events he set me off laughing
immediately after, as he said, — * As for myself, I don't care a rush. I'm
a bachelor, and a bachelor can go anywhere.' "
She gave these words with such, a close mimicry of his voice and
manner, that a general burst of laughter followed them.
" There's the very fellow we want," cried Jack. " That's the man
to meet our distinguished guest ; he'll not let him escape without a whole-
some hint or two."
"I'd as soon see a gentleman exposed to the assault of a mastiff
as to the insulting coarseness of such a fellow as that," said Temple,
passionately.
" The mischiefs done already ; I heard the governor say, as he took
leave, — ' Captain Craufurd, are you too straitlaced to dine out on
a Sunday ? if not, will you honour us with your company at eight
o'clock ? ' And though he repeated the words ' eight o'clock ' with
a groan like a protest, he muttered something about being happy, a
phrase that evidently cost him dearly, for he went shuffling down the
avenue afterwards with his hat over his eyes, and gesticulating with his
hands as if some new immorality had suddenly broke in upon his
rnind."
" You mean to say that he is coming to dinner here next Sunday ? "
asked Temple, horrified.
" A little tact and good management are always sufficient to keep these
sort of men down," said Augustus.
"I hope we don't ask a man to dinner with the intention to ' keep him
down,' " said Jack, sturdily.
"At all events," cried Temple, "he need not be presented to Lord
Culduff."
13 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
"I suspect you will see very little of him after dinner," observed
Harding, in his meek fashion. " That wonderful '32 port will prove a
detainer impossible to get away from."
"I'll keep him company then. I rather like to meet one of these
cross-grained dogs occasionally."
"Not impossibly you'll learn something more of that same 'public
opinion ' of our neighbours regarding us," said Marion, haughtily.
" With all my heart," cried the sailor, gaily ; " they'll not ruffle my
temper, even if they won't flatter my vanity."
" Have you asked the L'Estranges, Marion ? " said Augustus.
" We always ask them after church ; they are sure to be . disen-
gaged," said she. " I wish, Nelly, that you, who are such a dear friend
of Julia's, would try and persuade her to wear something else than that
eternal black silk. She is so intently bent on being an Andalusian.
Some one unluckily said she looked so Spanish, that she has got up the
dress, and the little fan coquetry, and the rest of it, in the most absurd
fashion."
"Her grandmother was a Spaniard," broke in Nelly, warmly.
" So they say," said the other, with a shrug of the shoulders.
" There's a good deal of style about her," said Temple, with
the tone of one who was criticizing what he understood. " She sings
prettily." •
" Prettily ? " groaned Jack. " Why where, except amongst profes-
sionals, did you ever hear her equal ? "
" She sings divinely," said Ellen ; " and it is, after all, one of her least
attractions."
" No heroics, for heaven's sake ; leave that to your brothers, Nelly,
who are fully equal to it. I really meant my remark about her gown for
good nature."
" She's a nice girl," said Augustus, "though she is certainly a bit of
a coquette."
" True ; but it's very good coquetry," drawled out Temple. " It's not
that jerking, uncertain, unpurpose-like style of affectation your English
coquette displays. It is not the eternal demand for attention or admiration.
It is simply a desire to please thrown into a thousand little graceful ways,
each too slight, and too faint, to be singled out for notice, but making up
a whole of wonderful captivation."
" Well done, diplomacy ; egad, I didn't know there was that much
blood in the Foreign Office," cried Jack, laughing; "and now I'm off
to look after my night lines. I quite forgot all about them till this
minute."
" Take me with you, Jack," said Nelly, and hastened after him, hat
in hand.
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CHAPTER VIII.
THE ARRIVAL OF A GREAT MAN.
IT \-as within a quarter of eight o'clock — forty-five minutes after the usual
dinr er-hour — when Lord CuldufFs carriage drove up to the door.
;<The roads are atrocious down here," said Temple, apologizing in
advance for an offence which his father rarely, if ever forgave. " Don't
you think you ought to go out to meet him, sir ? " asked he, half
tirni :Uy.
'•' It would only create more delay; he'll appear, I take it, when he is
dressed," was the curt rejoinder, but it was scarcely uttered when the door
was thrown wide open, and Lord Culduff and Mr. Cutbill were announced.
3een in the subdued light of a drawing-room before dinner, Lord
Culduff did not appear more than half his real age, and the jaunty stride
and the bland smile he wore, — as he made his round of acquaintance,
migit have passed muster for five- and- thirty ; nor was the round vulgar
figure of the engineer, awkward and familiar alternately, a bad foil for the
yerj graceful attractions of his lordship's manner.
' We should have been here two hours ago," said he, " but my friend
here insisted on our coming coastwise to see a wonderful bay — a natural
hart our one might call it. What's the name, Cutbill ? "
•' Portness,.my lord."
•'* Ah, to be sure, Portness. On your property, I believe ? "
•* I am proud to say it is. I have seen nothing finer in the kingdom,"
said Bramleigh ; " and if Ireland were anything but Ireland, that harbour
wou.d be crowded with shipping, and this coast one of the most prosperous
and busy shores of the island."
' Who knows if we may not live to see it such ? Cutbill's projects are
very grand, and I declare that though I deemed them Arabian Night stories
a fe-v weeks back, I anna convert now. Another advantage we gained,"
said he, turning to Marion ; " we came up through a new shrubbery, which
we vere told had been all planned by you."
< My sister designed it," said she, as she smiled and made a gesture
tows ids Ellen.
' May I offer you my most respectful compliments on your success ?
I an an enthusiast about landscape-gardening, and though our English
clim lie gives us many a sore rebuff in our attempts, the soil and the varied
nati: re of the surface lend themselves happily to the pursuit. I think you
wen at the Hague with me, Bramleigh ? " asked he of Temple.
•' Does he know how late it is ? " whispered Augustus to his father.
"Does he know we are waiting dinner ? " •
" I'll tell him," and Colonel Bramleigh walked forward from his place
befo-e the fire. " I'm afraid, my lord, the cold air of our hills has not
give: i you an appetite ? "
l< Quite the contrary, I assure you. I am very hungry."
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11 By Jove, and so are we ! " blurted out Jack ; " and it's striking eight
this instant."
" What is your dinner-hour ? "
" It ought to be seven," answered Jack.
" "Why, Cutty, you told me nine."
Cutbill muttered something below his breath, and turned away ; and
Lord Culduff laughingly said, " I declare I don't perceive the connection.
Mv friend, Colonel Bramleigh, opines that a French cook always means
nine-o'clock dinner. I'm horrified at this delay : let us make a hasty
toilette, and repair our fault at once."
" Let me show you where you are lodged," said Temple, not sorry to
escape from the drawing-room at a moment when his friend's character
and claims were likely to be sharply criticized.
" Cutty's a vulgar dog," said Jack, as they left the room. " But I'll
be shot if he's not the best of the two."
A haughty toss of Marion's head showed that she was no concurring
party to the sentiment.
" I'm amazed to see so young a man," said Colonel Bramleigh. " In
look at least, he isn't forty."
"It's all make-up," cried Jack.
" He can't be a great deal under seventy, taking the list of his services.
He was at Vienna as a private secretary to Lord Borchester — As
Augustus pronounced the words Lord Culduif entered the room in a fra-
grance of perfume and a brilliancy of colour that was quite effective ; for he
wore his red ribbon, and his blue coat was lined with white silk, and his
cheeks glowed with a bloom that youth itself could not rival.
" Who talks of old Borchester ?" said he gaily. " My father used to
tell me such stories of him. They sent him over to Hanover once,
to report on the available princesses, to marry the Prince : and, egad ! he
played his part so well that one of them — Princess Helena, I think it was
— fell in love with him ; and if it wasn't that he liad been married already,
— May I offer my arm ? " And the rest of the story was probably told as
he led Miss Bramleigh in to dinner.
Mr. Cutbill only arrived as they took their places, and slunk into a
seat beside Jack, whom, of all the company, he judged would be the
person he could feel most at ease with.
" What a fop ! " whispered Jack, with a glance at the peer.
"Isn't he an old humbug?" muttered Cutbill. "Do you know
how he managed to appear in so short a time ? We stopped two hours
at a little inn on the road while he made his toilette ; and the whole get-
up — paint and padding and all — was done then. That great fur pelisse
in which he made his entrance into the drawing-room removed, he was in
full dinner dress underneath. He's the best actor living." '
" Have you known him long ? "
" Oh, yes ! I know all of them," said he, with a little gesture of his
hand : " that is, they take devilish good care to know me."
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" Indeed ! " exclaimed Jack, in the tone which seemed to ask for some
explanation.
" You see, here's how it is," said Cutbill, as he bent over his plate
and talked in a tone cautiously subdued: "all those swells — especially
that generation yonder — are pretty nigh aground. They have been living
for fo:iy or fifty years at something like five times their income ; and if it
hadn't been for this sudden rush of prosperity in England, caused by rail-
roads, mines, quarries, or the like, these fellows would have been swept
clean away. He's watching me now. I'll go on by-and-by. Have you
any gDod hunting down here, Colonel Bramleigh ?" asked he of the host,
who sat half hid by a massive centre-piece.
" You'll have to ask my sons what it's like, and I take it they'll give
you a mount too."
" With pleasure, Mr. Cutbill," cried Augustus. " If we have no frost,
w'e'll ?how you some sport on Monday next."
" Delighted, — I like hunting of all things."
" And you, my lord, is it a favourite sport of yours ? " asked Temple.
" A long life out of England, — which has unfortunately been my case,
— makes a man sadly out of gear in all these things ; but I ride, of
coursa," and he said the last words as though he meant to imply " because
I do everything."
"I'll send over to L'Estrange," said Augustus ; "he's sure to know
where; the meet is for Monday."
" Who is L'Estrange ? " asked his lordship.
" Our curate here," replied Colonel Bramleigh, smiling. " An excellent
fellow, and a very agreeable neighbour."
" Our only one, by Jove ! " cried Jack.
" How gallant to forget Julia," said Nelly tartly.
" And the fair Julia, — who is she ? " asked Lord Culduff.
" L'Estrange's sister," replied Augustus.
" And now, my lord," chimed in Jack, "you know the whole neigh-
bourhood, if we don't throw in a cross-grained old fellow, a half-pay lieu-
tenant of the Buns."
" Small but select," said Lord Culduff quietly. "May I venture to
ask you, Colonel Bramleigh, what determined you in your choice of a
residence here ? "
" I suppose I must confess it was mainly a money consideration. The
bank held some rather heavy mortgages over this property, which they
were somewhat disposed to consider as capable of great improvement, and
as I was growing a little wearied of City life, I fancied I'd come over here
and "
" Regenerate Ireland, eh ? "
" Or, at least, live very economically," added he, laughing.
"I may be permitted to doubt that part of the experiment," said
Lord Culduff, as his eyes ranged over the table set forth in all the
splendour that plate and glass could bestow.
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"I suspect papa means a relative economy," said Marion, " something
very different from our late life in England."
" Yes, my last three years have been very costly ones," said Colonel
Bramleigh, sighing. "I lost heavily by the sale of Earlshope, and my
unfortunate election too was an expensive business. It will take some
retrenchment to make up for all this. I tell the boys they'll have to sell
their hunters, or be satisfied, like the parson, to hunt one day a week."
The self-complacent, mock humility of this speech was all too apparent.
"I take it," said Culduff authoritatively, " that every gentleman"
— and he laid a marked emphasis on the "gentleman" — "must at
some period or other of his life have spent more money than he ought,
more than was subsequently found to be convenient."
"I have repeatedly done so," broke in Cutbill, " and invariably been
sorry for it afterwards, inasmuch as each time one does it the difficulty
increases."
" Harder to get credit, you mean ? " cried Jack, laughing.
" Just so ; and one's friends get tired of helping one. Just as they
told me, there was a fellow at Blackwall used to live by drowning
himself. He was regularly fished up once a week and stomach-pumped
and ' cordialled ' and hot-blanketed, and brought round by the Humane
Society's people, till at last they came to discover the dodge, and refused
to restore him any more ; and now he's reduced to earn his bread as a
water bailiff — cruel hard on a fellow of such an ingenious turn of mind."
While the younger men laughed at Cutbill's story, Lord Culduff gave
him a reproving glance from the other end of the table, palpably intended
to recall him to a more sedate and restricted conviviality.
"Are we not to accompany you ? " said Lord Culduff to Marion, as
she and her sister arose to retire. " Is this barbarism of sitting after
dinner maintained here ? "
' Only till we finish this decanter of claret, my lord," said Colonel
Bramleigh, who caught what was not intended for his ears.
" Ask the governor to give you a cigar," whispered Jack to Cutbill ;
"he has some rare Cubans."
"Now, this is what I call regular jolly," said Cutbill as he drew a
small spider table to his side, and furnished himself with a glass and
a decanter of Madeira, " and," added he in a whisper to Jack, " let us not
be in a hurry to leave it. We only want one thing to be perfect, Colonel
Bramleigh."
" If I can only supply it, pray command me, Mr. Cutbill."
"I want this, then," said Cutbill, pursing up his mouth at one side,
while he opened the other as if to emit the smoke of a cigar.
" Do you mean smoking ? " asked Colonel Bramleigh, in a half irri-
table tone.
"You have it."
".Are you a smoker, my lord ? " asked the host, turning to Lord
Culduff.
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"A very moderate one. A cigarette after breakfast, and another at
bed-time, are about my excesses in that direction."
"Then I'm afraid I must defraud you of the full measure of your
enjoyment, Mr. Cutbill ; we never smoke in the dining-room. Indeed,
I myself have a strong aversion to tobacco, and though I have consented
t > build a smoking-room, it is as far off from me as I have been able to
c jntrive it."
" And what about his choice Cubans, eh ? " whispered Cutbill to
Jack.
"All hypocrisy. You'll find a box of them in your dressing-room,"
s;iid Jack, in an undertone, " when you go upstairs."
Temple now led his distinguished friend into those charming pasturages
\\here the flocks of diplomacy love to dwell, and where none other save
themselves could find herbage. Nor was it amongst great political events,
oc peace or war, alliances or treaties, they wandered — for perhaps in these
the outer world, taught as they are by newspapers, might have taken some
interest and some share. No; their talk was all of personalities, of
Lussian princes and grandees of Spain, archduchesses and "marchesas,"
\\ hose crafts and subtleties, and pomps and vanities, make up a world like
no other world and play a drama of life — happily, it may be for humanity,
— like no other drama that other men and women ever figured in. Now
ii is a strange fact, and I appeal to my readers if their experience will not
corroborate mine, that when two men thoroughly versed in these themes will
ti.lk together upon them, exchanging their stories and mingling their com-
ments, the rest of the company will be struck with a perfect silence, unable
to join in the subject discussed, and half appalled to introduce any ordinary
n.atter into such high and distinguished society. And thus Lord Culduff
a: id Temple went on for full an hour or more, pelting each other with
ILtle court scandals and small state intrigues, till Colonel Bramleigh fell
a deep, and Cutbill, having finished his Madeira, would probably have
fcllowed his host's example, when a servant announced tea, adding in
a whisper, that Mr. L'E strange and his sister were in the drawing-room.
CHAPTER IX.
OVER THE FIRE.
I: a large room, comfortably furnished, but in which there was a certain
bl anding of the articles of the drawing-room with those of the dining-room,
si owing unmistakably the bachelor character of the owner, sat two young
msn at opposite sides of an ample fireplace. One sat, or rather reclined,
01 •. a small leather sofa, his bandaged leg resting on a pillow, and his pale
ai .d somewhat shrunken face evidencing the results of pain and confine-
Da 3nt to the house. His close-cropt head and square-cut beard, and a
ct rtain mingled drollery and fierceness in the eyes, proclaimed him French,
aii.d so M. Anatole Pracontal was ; though it would have been difficult to
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declare as much from his English, which he spoke with singular purity and
the very faintest peculiarity of accent.
Opposite him sat a tall well-built man of about thirty-four or five,
with regular and almost handsome features, marred, indeed, in expression
by the extreme closeness of the eyes, and a somewhat long upper lip,
which latter defect an incipient moustache was already concealing. The
colour of his hair was however that shade of auburn which verges on red,
and is so commonly accompanied by a much freckled skin. This same
hair, and hands and feet almost enormous in size, were the afflictions
which imparted bitterness to a lot which many regarded as very enviable
in life ; for Mr. Philip Longworth was his own master, free to go where he
pleased, and the owner of a very sufficient fortune. He had been brought
up at Oscot, and imbibed, with a very fair share of knowledge, a large
stock of that general mistrust and suspicion which is the fortune of those
entrusted to priestly teaching, and which, though he had travelled largely
and mixed freely with the world, still continued to cling to his manner,
which might be characterized by the one word — furtive.
Longworth had only arrived that day for dinner, and the two friends
were now exchanging their experiences since they had parted some eight
months before at the second cataract of the Nile.
" And so, Pracontal, you never got one of my letters ? "
" Not one, — on my honour. Indeed, if it were not that I learned by
a chance meeting with a party of English tourists at Cannes that they had
met you at Cairo, I'd have begun to suspect you had taken a plunge into
the Nile, or into Mohammedom, for which latter you were showing some
disposition, you remember, when we parted."
" True enough ; and if one was sure never to turn westward again,
there are many things in favour of the turban. It is the most sublime
conception of egotism possible to imagine."
" Egotism is a mistake, mon cher," said the other; "a man's own
heart, make it as comfortable as he may, is too small an apartment to live
in. I do not say this in any grand benevolent spirit. There's no humbug
of philanthropy in the opinion."
" Of that I'm fully assured," said Longworth, with a gravity which
made the other laugh.
" No," continued he, still laughing. "I want a larger field, a wider
hunting-ground for my diversion than my own nature."
" A disciple, in fact, of your great model, Louis Napoleon. You incline
to annexations. By the way, how fares it with your new projects ? Have
you seen the lawyer I gave you the letter to ?"
" Yes. I stayed eight days in town to confer with him. I heard from
him this very day."
"Well, what says he?"
' His letter is a very savage one. He is angry with me for having
come here at all ; and particularly angry because I have broken my leg, and
can't come away."
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 17
" What does he think of your case, however ?"
" He thinks it manageable. He says, as, of course, I knew he would
sav, that it demands most cautious treatment and great acuteness. There
aro blanks, historical blanks, to be filled up ; links to connect, and such
like, which will demand some time and some money. I have told him I
have au inexhaustible supply of the one, but for the other I am occasionally
slightly pinched."
11 It promises well, however ? "
" Most hopefully. And when once I have proved myself — not always
so easy, as it seems — the son of my father, I am to go over and see him
again in consultation."
1 ' Kelson is a man of station and character, and if he undertakes your
caise it is in itself a strong guarantee of its goodness."
" Why, these men take all that is offered them. They no more refuse
a bad suit than a doctor rejects a hopeless patient."
" And so will a doctor, if he happen to be an honest man," said Long-
worth, half peevishly. " Just as he would also refuse to treat one who
would persist in following his own caprices in defiance of all advice."
" Which touches me. Is not it so ? " said the other laughing. " Well, I
think I ought to have stayed quietly here, and not shown myself in public.
All the more, since it has cost me this," and he pointed to his leg as he
spoke. " But I can't help confessing it, Philip, the sight of those fellows
in their gay scarlet, caracolling over the sward, and popping over the walls
ar d hedges, provoked me. It was exactly like a challenge ; so I felt it, at
least. It was as though they said, * What ! you come here to pit your
cLiims against ours, and you are still not gentleman enough to meet us in a
far field and face the same perils that we do.' And this, be it remembered,
to one who had served in a cavalry regiment, and made campaigns with
the Chasseurs d'Afrique. I couldn't stand it, and(after the second day I
mounted, and — " a motion of his hand finished the sentence.
" All that sort of reasoning is so totally different from an Englishman's
that I am unable even to discuss it. I do not pretend to understand the
re lined sensibility that resents provocations which were never offered."
" I know you don't, and I know your countrymen do not either. You
ara such a practical people that your very policemen never interfere with
a criminal till he has fully committed himself."
" In plain words, we do not content ourselves with inferences. But
tel me, did any of these people call to see you, or ask after you ? "
" Yes, they sent the day after my disaster, and they also told the
d( ctor to say how happy they should be if they could be of service to me.
A- id a young naval commander, — his card is yonder, — came I think three
times, and would have come up if I had wished to receive him ; but Kelson's
letter, so angry about my great indiscretion as he called it, made me
decline the visit, and confine my acknowledgment to thanks."
" I wonder what my old gatekeeper thought when he saw them, or their
liveries, in this avenue ? " said Longworth, a peculiar bitterness in his tone.
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" Why, what should he think, — was there any feud between the
families ? "
" How could there be ? These people have not been many months in
Ireland. What I meant was with reference to the feud that is six centuries
old, the old open ulcer, that makes all rule in this country a struggle, and
all resistance to it a patriotism. Don't you know," asked he, almost
sternly, " that I am a Papist ? "
" Yes, you told me so."
"And don't you know that my religion is not a mere barrier to my
advancement in many careers of life, but is a social disqualification — that
it is, like the trace of black blood in a Creole, a ban excluding him from
intercourse with his better-born neighbours — that I belong to a class
just as much shut out from all the relations of society, as were the Jews in
the fifteenth century ? "
"I remember that you told me so once, but I own I never fully compre-
hended it, nor understood how the question of a man's faith was to decide
his standing in this world, and that, being the equal of those about you in
birth and condition, your religion should stamp you with inferiority."
" But I did not tell you I was not their equal," said Longworth, with a
slow and painful distinctness. " We are novi homines here ; a couple of
generations back we were peasants, — as poor as anything you could see out
of that window. By hard work and some good luck — of course there was
luck in it — we emerged, and got enough together to live upon, and I was
sent to a costly school, and then to college, that I might start in life the
equal of my fellows. But what avails it all ? To hold a station in life, to
mix with the world, to associate with men educated and brought up like
myself, I must quit my own country and live abroad. I know, I see, you
can make nothing of this. It is out and out incomprehensible. You
made a clean sweep of these things with your great Revolution of '93.
Ours is yet to come."
" Per Dio ! I'd not stand it," cried the other passionately.
" You couldn't help it. You must stand it ; at least, till such time as
a good many others, equally aggrieved as yourself, resolve to risk some-
thing to change it ; and this is remote enough, for there is nothing that
men, — I mean educated and cultivated men, — are more averse to,
than any open confession of , feeling a social disqualification. I may
tell it to you here, as we sit over the fire, but I'll not go out and proclaim
it, I promise you. These are confessions one keeps for the fireside."
" And will not these people visit you ?"
" Nothing less likely."
" Nor you call upon them ? "
" Certainly not."
' And will you continue to live within an hour's drive of each other
without acquaintance or recognition?"
" Probably, — at least we may salute when we meet."
Then I say the guillotine has done more for civilization than the
schoolmaster," cried the other. « And all this because you are a Papist ? "
THE BKAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 19
" Just so. I belong to a faith so deeply associated with a bygone
inferiority that I am not to be permitted to emerge from it, — there's the
secret of it all."
" I'd rebel. I'd descend into the streets ! "
" And you'd get hanged for your pains."
A shrug of the shoulders was all the reply, and Longworth went on : —
" Some one once said, ' It was better economy in a state to teach
people not to steal than to build gaols for the thieves ; ' and so I would say
to our rulers : it would be cheaper to give us some of the things we ask for
than to enact all the expensive measures that are taken to repress us.
" What chance have I then of justice in such a country ? " cried the
foreigner passionately.
" Better than in any land of Europe. Indeed I will go further, and
say it is the one land in Europe where corruption is impossible on the seat
of j udgment. If you make out your claim, as fully as you detailed it to
me if evidence will sustain your allegations, your flag will as certainly
wa-e over that high tower yonder as that decanter stands there."
" Here's to la bonne chance" said the other, filling a bumper and
drii iking it off.
" You will need to be very prudent, very circumspect ; two things
which I suspect will cost you some trouble," said Longworth. " The very
narie you will have to go by will be a difficulty. To call yourself Bramleigh
will be an open declaration of war ; to write yourself Pracontal is an admis-
sion that you have no claim to the other appellation."
" It was my mother's name. She was of a Provencal family, and the
Praaontals were people of good blood."
" But your father was always called Bramleigh ? "
" My father, mon cher, had fifty aliases ; he was Louis Lagrange under
the Empire, Victor Cassagnac at the Restoration, Carlo Salvi when
sen ;enced to the galleys at Naples, Ercole Giustiniani when he shot the
A.UI trian colonel at Capua, and I believe when he was last heard of, the
cap ,ain of a slaver, he was called, for shortness' sake, * Brutto,' for he was
not personally attractive."
" Then when and where was he known as Bramleigh ? "
" Whenever he wrote to England. Whenever he asked for money,
whi5h, on the whole, was pretty often, he was Montagu Bramleigh."
" To whom were these letters addressed ? "
" To his father, Montagu Bramleigh, Portland Place, London. I have
it a 1 in my note-book."
" And these appeals were responded to ? "
;t Not so satisfactorily as one might wish. The replies were flat refusals
to g ive money, and rather unpleasant menaces as to police measures if the
insi stance were continued."
•' You have some of these letters ?."
•'* The lawyer has, I think, four of them. The last contained a bank
ordt r for five hundred francs, payable to Giacomo Land, or order."
:' Who was Lami ? "
20 THE BBAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
" Lami was the name of my grandmother ; her father was Giacomo. He
was the old fresco-painter who came over from Home to paint the walls of
that great house yonder, and it was his daughter that Bramleigh married."
" Which Bramleigh was the father of the present possessor of
Castello ? "
" Precisely. Montagu Bramleigh married my grandmother here in
Ireland, and when the troubles broke out, either to save her father from
the laws or to get rid of him, managed to smuggle him out of the country
over to Holland, — the last supposition, and the more likely, is that he sent
his wife off with her father."
" What evidence is there of this marriage ? "
" It was registered in some parish authority ; at least so old Giacomo's
journal records, for we have the journal, and without it we might never have
known of our claim ; but besides that, there are two letters of Montagu
Bramleigh's to my grandmother, written when he had occasion to leave
her about ten days after their marriage, and they begin, * My dearest
wife,' and are signed, ' Your affectionate husband, M. Bramleigh.' The
lawyer has all these."
" How did it come about that a rich London banker, as Bramleigh was,
should ally himself with the daughter of a working Italian tradesman ? "
" Here's the story, as conveyed by old Giacomo's notes. Bramleigh
came over here to look after the progress of the works for a great man,
a bishop and a lord marquis too, who was the owner of the place ; he made
the acquaintance of Lami and his daughters ; there were two ; the younger
only a child, however. The eldest, Enrichetta, was very beautiful, so
beautiful indeed, that Giacomo was eternally introducing her head into all
his frescoes ; she was a blonde Italian, and made a most lovely Madonna.
Old Giacomo's journal mentions no less than eight altar-pieces where she
figures, not to say that she takes her place pretty frequently in heathen
society also, and if I be rightly informed, she is the centre figure of a ceiling
in this very house of Castello, in a small octagon tower, the whole of which
Lami painted with his own hand. Bramleigh fell in love with this girl
and married her."
" But she was a Catholic."
" No. Lami was originally a Waldensian, and held some sort of*
faith, I don't exactly know what, that claimed affinity with the English
church; at all events, the vicar here, a certain Eobert Mathews, — his name
is in the precious journal, — married them, and man and wife they were."
" When and how did all these facts come to your knowledge ? "
"As to the when and the how, the same answer will suffice. I
was serving as sous-lieutenant of cavalry in Africa when news
reached me that the Astradella, the ship in which my father sailed, was
lost off the Cape Verde islands, with all on board. I hastened off to
Naples, where a Mr. Bolton lived, who was chief owner of the vessel,
to hear what tidings had reached him of the disaster, and to learn some-
thing of my father's affairs, for he had been, if I might employ so fine a
word for so small a function, his banker for years. Indeed, but for
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 21
Bolton's friendship and protection — how earned I never knew — my father
would have come to grief years before, for he was a thorough Italian, and
always up to the neck in conspiracies ; he had been in that Bonapartist
alfair at Rome; was a Carbonaro and a Camorrist, and Heaven knows
what besides. And though Bolton was a man very unlikely to sympathize
with these opinions, I take it my respected parent must have been a
ben diable that men who knew him would not willingly see wrecked
and ruined. Bolton was most kind to myself personally. He received me
with many signs of friendship, and without troubling me with any more
tU tails of law than were positively unavoidable, put me in possession of
the little my father had left behind him, which consisted of a few hundred
francs of savings and an old chest, with some older clothes and a mass of
papers and letters — dangerous enough, as I discovered, to have compro-
mised scores of people — and a strange old manuscript book, clasped and
locked, called the Diary of Giacomo Lami, with matter in it for half-a-
dc-zen romances ; for Giacomo, too, had the conspirator's taste, had known
D mton intimately, and was deep in the confidence of all the Irish repub-
lic ans who were affiliated with the French revolutionary party. But besides
this the book contained a quantity of original letters; and when mention
w^s made in the text of this or that event, the letter which related to
it, or replied to some communication about it, was appended in the
original. I made this curious volume my study for weeks, till, in fact, I
came to know far more about old Giacomo and his times than I ever
knew about my father and his epoch. There was not a country in Europe
in which he had not lived, nor, I believe, one in which he had not involved
himself in some trouble. He loved his art, but he loved political plotting
and conspiracy even more, and was ever ready to resign his most profitable
engagement for a scheme that promised to overturn a government or
unthrone a sovereign. My first thought on reading his curious remi-
niscences was to make them the basis of a memoir for publication. Of
coarse they were fearfully indiscreet, and involved reputations that no one
had ever thought of assailing ; but they were chiefly of persons dead and
gone, and it was only their memory that could suffer. I spoke to Bolton
about this. He approved of the notion, principally as a means of helping
m( s to a little money, which I stood much in need of, and gave me a letter to
a i'riend in Paris, the well-known publisher Lecoq, of the Rue St. Honore.
" As I was dealing with a man of honour and high character, I had no
scruple in leaving the volume of old Giacomo's memoirs in Lecoq's hands ;
an i after about a week I returned to learn what he thought of it. He was
frtnk enough to say that no such diary had ever come before him — that it
cleared up a vast number of points hitherto doubtful and obscure, and
showed an amount of knowledge of the private life of the period absolutely
marvellous ; 'but,' said he, ' it would never do to make it public. Most of
th<>,se men are now forgotten, it is true, but their descendants remain, and
live in honour amongst us. What a terrible scandal it would be to proclaim
to the world that of these people many were illegitimate, many in the
enjoyment of large fortunes to which they had not a shadow of a title ;
22 THE BKAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
in fact, said he, it would be to hurl a live shell in the very midst of
society, leaving the havoc and destruction it might cause to blind
chance. But,' added he, ' it strikes me there is a more profitable use the
volume might be put to. Have you read the narrative of your grand-
mother's marriage in Ireland with that rich Englishman ? ' I owned I had
read it carelessly, and without bestowing much interest on the theme.
' Go back and re-read it,' said he, ' and come and talk it over with me
to-morrow evening.' As I entered his room the next night he arose cere-
moniously from his chair, and said, in a tone of well-assumed obsequious-
ness, ' Si je ne me trompe pas, j'ai 1'honneur de voir Monsieur Bramleigh,
n'est ce pas ? ' I laughed, and replied, ' Je ne m'y oppose pas, Monsieur ; '
and we at once launched out into the details of the story, of which each
of us had formed precisely the same opinion.
" HI luck would have it, that as I went back to my lodgings on that
night I should meet Bertani, and Varese, and Manini, and be persuaded
to go and sup with them. They were all suspected by the police, from
their connection with Orsini; and on the morning after I received an
order from the Minister of "War to join my regiment at Oran, and an
intimation that my character being fully known, it behoved me to take
care. I gave no grounds for more stringent measures towards me. I
understood the ' caution,' and, not wishing to compromise M. Lecoq, who
had been so friendly in all his relations with me, I left France, without even
an opportunity of getting back my precious volume, which I never saw
again till I revisited Paris eight years after, having given in my demission
from the service. Lecoq obtained for me that small appointment I held
under M. Lesseps in Egypt, and which I had given up a few weeks before
I met you on the Nile. I ought to tell you that Lecoq, for what reason I
can't tell, was not so fully persuaded that my claim was as direct as he
had at first thought it ; and indeed his advice to me was rather to address
myself seriously to some means of livelihood, or to try and make some
compromise with the Bramleighs, with whom he deemed a mere penniless
pretender would not have the smallest chance of success. I hesitated a
good deal over his counsel. There was much in it that weighed with me,
perhaps convinced me ; but I was always more or less of a gambler,
and more than once have I risked a stake, which, if I lost, would have
left me penniless ; and at last I resolved to say, Ya Banque, here goes ;
all or nothing. There's my story, mon cher, without any digressions,
even one of which, if I had permitted myself to be led into it, would
have proved twice as long."
" The strength of a chain is the strength of its weakest link, the engineers
tell us," said Longworth, " and it is the same with evidence. I'd like to
hear what Kelson says of the case."
" That I can scarcely give you. His last letter to me is full of
questions which I cannot answer ; but you shall read it for yourself. "Will
you send upstairs for my writing-desk ? "
" We'll con that over to-morrow after breakfast, when our heads will be
clearer and brighter. Have you old Lami's journal with you ? "
THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOPS FOLLY. 23
" No. All my papers are with Kelson. The only thing I have here is
a sketch in coloured chalk of my grandmother, in her eighteenth year, as
a Flora, and, from the date, it must have been done in Ireland, when
G. acomo was working at the frescoes."
" That my father," said Pracontal, after a pause, " counted with
ce ;tainty on this succession all his own papers show, as well as the care he
bestowed on my early education, and the importance he attached to my
kr owing and speaking English perfectly. But my father cared far more
fo:1 a conspiracy than a fortune. He was one of those men who only seem
to live when they are confronted by a great danger, and I believe there
has not been a great plot in Europe these last five -and- thirty years without
hi.i name being in it. He was twice handed over to the French authorities
bj the English Government, and there is some reason to believe that the
Bramleighs were the secret instigators of the extradition. There was no
easier way of getting rid of his claims."
" These are disabilities which do not attach to you."
"No, thank heaven. I have gone no farther with these men than
more acquaintance. I know them all, and they know me well enough to
kr ow that I deem it the greatest disaster of my life that my father was
one of them. It is not too much to say that a small part of the energy he
bestowed on schemes of peril and ruin would have sufficed to have vin-
dicated his claim to wealth and fortune."
" You told me, I think, that Kelson hinted at the possibility of some
compromise, — something which, sparing them the penalty of publicity,
wculd still secure to you an ample fortune."
" Yes. What he said was, ' Juries are, with all their honesty of inten-
tion, capricious things to trust to ; ' and that, not being rich enough to
suTer repeated defeats, an adverse verdict might be fatal to me. I didn't
lite the reasoning altogether, but I was so completely in his hands that I
forbore to make any objection, and so the matter remained."
" I suspect he was right," said Longworth, thoughtfully. " At the
sane time, the case must be strong enough to promise victory, to sustain
th) proposal of a compromise."
" And if I can show the game in my hand why should I not claim the
stakes?"
" Because the other party may delay the settlement. They may
ch illenge the cards, accuse you of a rook, put out the lights, anything,
in short, that shall break up the game."
" I see," said Pracontal, gravely; " the lawyer's notion may be better
thru I thought it."
A long silence ensued between them, then Longworth, looking at his
watch, exclaimed, " Who'd believe it ? It wants only a few minutes to two
o'clock. Good-night."
OF all the joys in life, none is greater than the joy of arriving on the
outskirts of Switzerland at the end of a long dusty day's journey from
Paris. The true epicure in refined pleasures will never travel to Basle by
night. He courts the heat of the sun and the uninteresting monotony of
French plains, — their sluggish streams and never-ending poplar-trees, — •
for the sake of the evening coolness and the gradual approach to the great
Alps which await him at the close of day. It is about Mulhausen that
he begins to feel a change in the landscape. The fields broaden into
rolling downs, watered by clear and running streams ; the green Swiss
thistle grows by river-side and cowshed ; pines begin to tuft the slopes of
gently rising hills ; and now the sun has set, the stars come out, first
Hesper, then the troop of lesser lights ; and he feels, — yes, indeed, there
is now no mistake, — the well-known, well-loved, magical fresh air that
never fails to blow from snowy mountains and meadows watered by
perennial streams. The last hour is one of exquisite enjoyment, and when
he reaches Basle, he scarcely sleeps all night for hearing the swift Ehine
beneath the balconies, and knowing that the moon is shining on its
waters, through the town, beneath the bridges, between pasture lands
and copses, up the still mountain-girdled valleys to the ice-caves where
the water springs. There is nothing in all experience of travelling like
this. We may greet the Mediterranean at Marseilles with enthusiasm ;
on entering Eome by the Porta del Popolo, we may reflect with pride
that we have reached the goal of our pilgrimage, and are at last among
world-shaking memories. But neither Home nor the Riviera wins our
hearts like Switzerland. We do not lie awake in London thinking of
them ; we do not long so intensely, as the year comes round, to
revisit them. Our affection is less a passion than that which we cherish
for Switzerland.
Why, then, is this ? What, after all, is the love of the Alps, and
when and where did it begin ? It is easier to ask these questions than to
answer them. The classic nations hated mountains. Greek and Roman
poets talk of them with disgust and dread. Nothing could have been more
depressing to a courtier of Augustus than residence at Aosta, even though
he found his theatres and triumphal arches there. Wherever classical
feeling has predominated, this has been the case. Cellini's Memoirs,
written in the height of pagan Renaissance, well express the aversion which
a Florentine or Roman felt for the inhospitable wildernesses of Switzerland.
Dryden, in his dedication to The Indian Emperor, says, "High objects,
it is true, attract the sight ; but it looks up with pain on craggy rocks and
THE LOVE OF THE ALPS. 25
barren mountains, and continues not intent on any object which is wanting
in shades and green to entertain it."
Addison and Gray had no better epithets than "rugged," " horrid,"
and the like for Alpine landscape. The classic spirit was adverse to
enthusiasm for mere nature. Humanity was too prominent, and city life
absorbed all interests, — not to speak of what perhaps is the weightiest
n ason — that solitude, indifferent accommodation, and imperfect means of
travelling, rendered mountainous countries peculiarly disagreeable. It is
impossible to enjoy art or nature while suffering from fatigue and cold,
dreading the attacks of robbers, and wondering whether you will find food
ai id shelter at the end of your day's journey. Nor was it different in the
Middle Ages. Then individuals had either no leisure from war or strife
with the elements, or else they devoted themselves to the salvation of
their souls. But when the ideas of the Middle Ages had decayed, when
iriproved arts of life had freed men from servile subjection to daily needs,
when the bondage of religious tyranny had been thrown off and political
liberty allowed the full development of tastes and instincts, when moreover
the classical traditions had lost their power, and courts and coteries became
too narrow for the activity of man ; then suddenly it was discovered that
Nature in herself possessed transcendent charms. It may seem absurd
to class them all together ; yet there is no doubt that the French
E evolution, the criticism of the Bible, Pantheistic forms of worship,
landscape-painting, Alpine travelling, and the poetry of Nature, are all
signs of the same movement — of a new Kenaissance. Limitations of
every sort have been shaken off during the last century, all forms have
b aen destroyed, all questions asked. The classical spirit loved to arrange,
niodel, preserve traditions, obey laws. We are intolerant of everything
that is not simple, unbiassed by prescription, liberal as the wind, and
natural as the mountain crags. We go to feed this spirit of freedom
among the Alps. What the virgin forests of America are to the Americans
the Alps are to us. What there is in these huge blocks and walls of
granite crowned with ice that fascinates us it is hard to analyze. "Why,
soeing that we find them so attractive, they should have repelled our
ancestors of the fourth generation and all the world before them, is another
mystery. We cannot explain what rapport there is between our human
souls and these inequalities in the surface of the earth which we call
Alps. Tennyson speaks of — •
Some vague emotion of delight
In gazing up an Alpine height, —
s rid its vagueness eludes definition. The interest which physical science
las created for natural objects has something to do with it. Curiosity and
tie charm of novelty increase this interest. No towns, no cultivated
t -acts of Europe, however beautiful, form such a contrast to our London
life as Switzerland. Then there is the health and joy that comes from
exercise in open air; the senses freshened by good sleep; the blood
quickened by a lighter and rarer atmosphere. Our modes of life, the
26 THE LOVE OF THE ALPS.
breaking down of class privileges, the extension of education, which con-
tribute to make the individual greater and society less, render the solitude
of mountains refreshing. Facilities of travelling and improved accom-
modation leave us free to enjoy the natural beauty which we seek. Our
minds, too, are prepared to sympathize with the inanimate world ; we
have learned to look on the universe as a whole, and ourselves as a part
of it, related by close ties of friendship to all its other members. Shelley's,
Wordsworth's, Goethe's poetry has taught us this ; we are all more or
less Pantheists, worshippers of " God in Nature," convinced of the omni-
presence of the informing mind.
Thus, when we admire the Alps we are after all but children of the
century. We follow its inspiration blindly ; and, while we think ourselves
spontaneous in our ecstasy, perform the part for which we have been
trained from childhood by the atmosphere in which we live. It is this
very unconsciousness and universality of the impulse we obey which
makes it hard to analyze. Contemporary history is difficult to write ; to
define the spirit of the age in which we live is still more difficult ; to
account for ' ' impressions which owe all their force to their identity with
themselves " is most difficult of all. We must be content to feel, and not
to analyze.
Rousseau has the credit of having invented the love of Nature.
Perhaps he first expressed, in literature, the pleasures of open life among the
mountains, of walking tours, of the " ecole buissonniere," away from courts,
and schools, and cities, which it is the fashion now to love. His bourgeois
birth and tastes, his peculiar religious and social views, his intense self-
engrossment, all favoured the development of Nature-worship. But
Rousseau was not alone, nor yet creative in this instance. He was but
one of the earliest to seize and express a new idea of growing humanity.
For those who seem to be the most original in their inauguration of
periods are only such as have been favourably placed by birth and educa-
tion to imbibe the floating creeds of the whole race. They resemble the
first cases of an epidemic which become the centres of infection and pro-
pagate disease. At the time of Rousseau's greatness the French people
were initiative. In politics, in literature, in fashions, and in philosophy
they had for some time led the taste of Europe. But the sentiment which
first received a clear and powerful expression in the works of Rousseau
soon. declared itself in the arts and literature of other nations. Goethe,
Wordsworth, and the earlier landscape-painters, proved that Germany
and England were not far behind the French. In England this love
of Nature for its own Bake is indigenous, and has at all times been
peculiarly characteristic of our genius. Therefore it is not surprising that
our life, and literature, and art have been foremost in developing the sen-
timent of which we are speaking. Our poets, painters, and prose writers
gave the tone to European thought in this respect. Our travellers in
search of the adventurous and picturesque, our Alpine Club, have made of
Switzerland an English playground.
THE LOVE OF THE ALPS. 27
The greatest period in our history was but a foreshadowing of this.
To return to Nature-worship was but to reassume the habits of the
Elizabethan age, altered indeed by all the changes of religion, politics,
society, and science, which the last three centuries have wrought, yet still
in :.ts original love of free open life among the fields and woods, and on the
sea, the same. Now the French national genius is classical. It reverts
to :he age of Louis XIV., and Eousseauism in their literature is as true
an innovation and parenthesis as Pope-and-Drydenism was in ours. As in
the age of the Reformation, so in this, the German element of the modern
character predominates. During the two centuries from which we have
em 3rged, the Latin element had the upper hand. Our love of the Alps is
a 0 othic, a Teutonic, instinct ; sympathetic with all that is vague, infinite,
anc. unsubordinate to rules, at war with all that is denned and systematic
in our genius. This we may perceive in individuals as well as in the broader
aspects of arts and literatures. The classically-minded man, the reader of
La in poets, the lover of -brilliant conversation, the frequenter of clubs and
dra wing-rooms, nice in his personal requirements, scrupulous in his choice
of words, averse to unnecessary physical exertion, preferring town to
corntry life, cannot deeply feel the charm of the Alps. Such a man will
dis ike German art, and, however much he may strive to be catholic in his
tas es, will find as he grows older, that his liking for Gothic architecture
anc'. modern painting diminish almost to aversion before an increasing
adiairation for Greek peristyles and the Medicean Venus. Kin respect of
speculation all men are either Platonists, or Aristotelians, in respect of
tas ,Q, all men are either Greek or German.
At present the German, the indefinite, the natural, commands; the
Grnek, the finite, the cultivated, is in abeyance. We who talk so much
abc ut the feeling of the Alps, are creatures, not creators of our cultus, — a
stninge reflection, proving how much greater man is than men; the
coi imon reason of the age in which we live than our own reasons, its
cor stituents and subjects.
Perhaps it is our modern tendency to ''individualism" which makes
the Alps so much to us. Society is there reduced to a vanishing point, —
no claims are made on human sympathies, — there is no need to toil in
yol :e-service with our fellows. We may be alone, dream our own dreams,
an< I sound the depths of personality without the reproach of selfishness,
wi1 hout a restless wish to join in action or money-making, or the pursuit
of 'ame. To habitual residents among the Alps this absence of social
du ies and advantages is of necessity barbarizing, even brutalizing. But
to nen wearied with too much civilization, and deafened by the noise of
great cities, it is beyond measure refreshing. Then again among the
me untains history finds no place. The Alps have no past nor present nor
fut are. The human beings who live upon their sides are at odds with nature,
cli: iging on for bare existence to the soil, sheltering themselves beneath
pr< tecting rocks from avalanches, damming up destructive streams, all but
an lihilated every spring. Man who is all things in the plain is nothing
28 THE LOVE OF THE ALPS.
here. His arts and sciences, and dynasties, and modes of life, and mighty
works, and conquests and decays, demand our whole attention in Italy or
Egypt. But here the mountains, immemorially the same, which were,
which are, and which are to be, present a theatre on which the soul breathes
freely and feels herself 'alone. Around her on all sides is God and Nature,
who is here the face of God, and not the slave of man. The spirit of the
world hath here not yet grown old. She is as young as on the first day ;
and the Alps are a symbol of the self- creating, self-sufficing, self-enjoying
universe which lives for its own ends. For why do the slopes gleam with
flowers, and the hillsides deck themselves with grass, and the inaccessible
ledges of black rock bear their tufts of crimson primroses, and flaunting
tiger-lilies ? Why, morning after morning, does the red dawn flush the
pinnacles of Monte Rosa above cloud and mist unheeded ? Why does
the torrent shout, the avalanche reply in thunder to the music of the sun,
the trees and rocks and meadows cry their " Holy, Holy, Holy ? " Surely
not for us. We are an accident here, and even the few men whose
eyes are fixed habitually upon these things are dead to them — the peasants
do not even know the names of their own flowers, and sigh with envy
when you tell them of the plains of Lincolnshire or Bussian steppes.
But indeed there is something awful in the Alpine elevation above
human things. We do not like Switzerland merely because we associate
its thought with recollections of holidays and health and joyfulness.
Some of the most solemn moments of life are spent high up above
among the mountains, on the barren tops of rocky passes, where the
soul has seemed to hear in solitude a low controlling voice. It is
almost necessary for the development of our deepest affections that some
sad and sombre moments should be interchanged with hours of merri-
ment and elasticity. It is this variety in the woof of daily life which
endears our home to us ; and, perhaps, none have fully loved the Alps
who have not spent some days of meditation, or it may be of sorrow,
among their solitudes. Splendid scenery, like music, has the power to
make " of grief itself a fiery chariot for mounting above the sources of
grief," to ennoble and refine our passions, and to teach us that our lives
are merely moments in the years of the eternal Being. There are many,
perhaps, who, within sight of some great scene among the Alps, upon the
height of the Stelvio, or the slopes of Miirreu, or at night in the valley of
Cormayeur, have felt themselves raised above cares and doubts and miseries
by the mere recognition of unchangeable magnificence ; have found a deep
peace in the sense of their own nothingness. It is not granted to us every
day to stand upon these pinnacles of rest and faith above the world. But
having once stood there, how can we forget the station ? How can we
fail, amid the tumult of our common life, to feel at times the hush of that
far-off tranquillity ? When our life is most commonplace, when we are ill
or weary in London streets, we can remember the clouds upon the moun-
tains we have seen, the sound of innumerable waterfalls, and the scent of
countless flowers. A photograph of Bisson's, the name of some well-
THE LOVE OF THE ALPS. 29
known valley, the picture of some Alpine plant, rouses the sacred hunger
in 3ur souls, and stirs again the faith in beauty and in rest beyond our-
selves which no man can take from us. We owe a deep debt of gratitude
to everything which enables us to rise above depressing and enslaving
circumstances, which brings us nearer in some way or other to what is
eternal in the universe, and which makes us feel that, whether we live or
die, suffer or enjoy, life and gladness are still strong in the world. On
thi,^ account, the proper attitude of the soul among the Alps is one of
reverential silence. It is almost impossible without a kind of impiety to
frame in words the feelings they inspire. Yet there are some sayings,
hallowed by long usage, which throng the mind through a whole summer's
day, and seem in harmony with its emotions — some portions of the Psalms
or lines of greatest poets, inarticulate hymns of Beethoven and Mendelssohn,
wa fs and strays not always apposite, but linked by strong and subtle
chains of feeling with the grandeur of the mountains. This reverential
fee 'ing for the Alps is connected with the Pantheistic form of our religious
ser timents to which we have before alluded. It is a trite remark, that
even devout men of the present generation prefer temples not made with
hands to churches, and worship God in the fields more contentedly than
in i,heir pews. What Mr. Ruskin calls " the instinctive sense of the divine
presence not formed into distinct belief" lies at the root of our profound
veneration for the nobler aspects of mountain scenery. This instinctive sense
has been very variously expressed by Goethe in Faust's celebrated Confes-
sioa of Faith, by Shelley in the stanzas of Adonais which begin, " He is made
ono with nature," and by Wordsworth in the lines on Tintern Abbey. It is
more or less strongly felt by all who have recognized the indubitable fact
that religious belief is undergoing a sure process of change from the
dogmatic distinctness of the past to some at present dimly descried creed
of the future. Such periods of transition are of necessity full of discomfort,
doubt, and anxiety, vague, variable, and unsatisfying. The men in whose
spirits the fermentation of the change is felt, who have abandoned their
old moorings, and have not yet reached the haven for which they are
steering, cannot but be indistinct and undecided in their faith. The
universe of which they form a part becomes important to them in its
inf.nite immensity ; the principles of beaut}T, goodness, order, and law, no
lorger definitely connected in their minds with certain articles of faith, find
symbols in the outer world; they are glad to fly at certain moments from
mankind and its oppressive problems, for which religion no longer provides
a s itisfactory solution, to Nature, where they vaguely localize the spirit that
br< ods over us controlling all our being. Connected with this transitional
condition of the modern mind is the double tendency to science and to
mysticism, to progress in knowledge of the world around us, and to
indistinct yearnings after something that has gone away from us or lies
in :ront of us. On the one side we see chemists and engineers conquering
thf brute powers of Nature, on the other jaded, anxious, irritable men
adiift upon an ocean of doubt and ennui. With regard to the former
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class there is no difficulty : they swim with the stream and are not
oppressed by any anxious yearnings : to them the Alps are a playground
for refreshment after toil — a field for the pursuit of physical experiment.
But the other class complain, " Do what we will, we suffer ; it is now too
late to eat and drink and die obliviously ; the world has worn itself to old
age ; a boundless hope has passed across the earth, and we must lift our
eyes to heaven." The heaven to which they have to lift their eyes is very
shadowy, far off, and problematical. The temple of their worship is the
Alps ; their oracles are voices of the winds and streams and avalanches ;
their Urim and Thummim are the gleams of light on ice or snow ; their
Shekinah is the sunrise and the sunset of the mountains.
Of the two tendencies here broadly indicated, the former is represented
by physical research — the science of our day ; the latter by music and land-
scape painting — the art of our day. There is a profound sympathy between
music and fine scenery : they both affect us in the same way, stirring
strong but undefined emotions, which express themselves in " idle tears,"
or evoking thoughts "which lie," as Wordsworth says, " too deep for tears,"
beyond the reach of any words. How little we know what multitudes
of mingling reminiscences, held in solution by the mind, and colouring its
fancy with the iridescence of variable hues,- go to make up the senti-
ments which music or which mountains stir. It is the very vagueness,
changefulness, and dreamlike indistinctness of these feelings which cause
their charm ; they harmonize with the haziness of our beliefs and seem to
make our very doubts melodious. For this reason it is obvious that unre-
strained indulgence in the pleasures of music or of scenery must destroy
habits of clear thinking, sentimentalize the mind, and render it more apt
to entertain embryonic ideas than to bring thoughts to definite perfection.
As illustrating the development of music in modern times, and the love
of Switzerland, it is not a little remarkable that the German style of music
has asserted an unquestionable ascendancy, that the greatest lovers of this
art prefer Beethoven's symphonies to merely vocal music, and that harmony
is even more regarded than melody. That is to say, the vocal element of
music has been comparatively disregarded for the instrumental ; and the art,
emancipated from its subordination to words, has become the most accurate
interpreter of all the vague and powerful emotions of yearning and reflec-
tive and perturbed humanity. If some hours of thoughtfulness and
seclusion are necessary to the development of a true love for the Alps,
it is no less essential to a right understanding of their beauty that we
should pass some wet and gloomy days among the mountains. The
unclouded sunsets and sunrises which often follow one another in September
in the Alps have something terrible. They produce a satiety of splendour,
and oppress the mind with the sense of perpetuity. I remember spending
such a season in one of the Oberland valleys, high up above the pine-trees,
in a little chalet. Morning after morning I awoke to see the sunbeams
glittering on the Eiger and the Jungfrau ; noon after noon the snowfields
. blazed beneath a steady fire ; evening after evening they shone like beacons
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ir the red light of the setting sun. Then peak by peak they lost the glow ;
tl.e soul passed from them, and they stood pale and garish against the
darkened sky. The stars came out, the moon shone, hut not a cloud
sriled over the untroubled heavens. Thus day after day for several weeks
tl.ere was no change, till I was seized with an overpowering horror of
uibroken calm. I left the valley for a time ; and when I returned to it in
wind and rain I found that the partial veiling of the mountain heights
restored the charm which I had lost and made me feel once more at home.
Tie landscape takes a graver tone beneath the mist that hides the higher
peaks, and comes drifting, creeping, feeling, through the pines upon their
slopes — white, silent, blinding vapour wreaths around the sable spires.
Sometimes the cloud descends and blots out everything. Again it lifts a
Hi tie, showing cottages and distant Alps beneath its skirts. Then it sweeps
over the whole valley like a veil, just broken here and there, above a lonely
cl.alet, or a thread of distant dangling torrent foam. Sounds, too, beneath
tte mist are more strange. The torrent seems to have a hoarser voice and
giinds the stones more passionately against its boulders. The cry of
slepherds through the fog suggests the loneliness and danger of the hills.
Tie bleating of penned sheep or goats, and the tinkling of the cow-bells, are
mysteriously distant in the dull dead air. Then again, how immeasurably
hi gh above our heads appear the domes and peaks of snow revealed through
clasms in the drifting cloud; how desolate the glaciers and the avalanches
in gleams of light that struggle through the mist ! There is a leaden glare
pc culiar to clouds, which makes the snow and ice more lurid. Not far from
the house where I am writing, the avalanche that swept away the bridge
last winter is lying now, dripping away, dank and dirty, like a rotting
w'.iale. I can see it from my window, green beech-boughs nodding over it,
fo.'lorn larches bending their tattered branches by its side, splinters of
bioken pine protruding from its muddy caves, the boulders on its flank, and
tb 3 hoarse hungry torrent tossing up its tongues to lick the ragged edge of
snow. Close by the meadows, spangled with yellow flowers, and red and
blie, look even more brilliant than if the sun were shining on them.
E Tery cup and blade of grass is drinking. But the scene changes ; the
m st has turned into rain-clouds, and the steady ram drips down, incessant,
bl >tting out the view.
Then, too, what a joy it is if the clouds break towards evening with a
nc rth wind, and a rainbow in the valley gives promise of a bright to-morrow.
"Wo look up to the cliffs above our heads, and see that they have just been
pc wdered with the snow that is a sign of better weather. Such rainy
da ys ought to be spent in places like Seelisberg and Miirreu, at the edge of
pricipices, in front of mountains, or above a lake. The cloud-masses
cr iwl and tumble about the valleys like a brood of dragons ; now creeping
aL >ng the ledges of the rock with sinuous self- adjustment to its turns and
t\\ ists ; now launching out into the deep, repelled by battling winds, or
dr ven onward in a coil of twisted and contorted serpent curls. In the
nxdst of summer these wet seasons often end in a heavy fall of snow.
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You wake some morning to see the meadows which last night were gay
with July flowers huddled up in snow a foot in depth. But fair weather
does not tarry long to reappear. You put on your thickest boots and
sally forth to find the great cups of the gentians full of snow, and to
watch the rising of the cloud-wreaths under the hot sun. Bad dreams
or sickly thoughts, dissipated by returning daylight or a friend's face,
do not fly away more rapidly and pleasantly than those swift glory-coated
mists that lose themselves we know not where in the blue depths of
the sky.
In contrast with these rainy days nothing can be more perfect than
clear moonlight nights. There is a ten-ace upon the roof of the inn at
Cormayeur where one may spend hours in the silent watches when all the
world has gone to sleep beneath. The Mont Chetif and the Mont de la
Saxe form a gigantic portal not unworthy of the pile that lies beyond.
For Mont Blanc resembles a vast cathedral ; its countless spires are
scattered over a mass like that of the Duomo at Milan, rising into one
tower at the end. By night the glaciers glitter in the steady moon ;
domes, pinnacles, and buttresses stand clear of clouds. Needles of every
height and most fantastic shapes rise from the central ridge, some solitary
like sharp arrows shot against the sky, some clustering into sheaves. On
every horn of snow and bank of grassy hill stars sparkle, rising, setting,
rolling round through the long silent night. Moonlight simplifies and
softens the landscape. Colours become scarcely distinguishable, and forms,
deprived of half their detail, gain in majesty and size. The mountains
seem greater far by night than day — higher heights and deeper depths,
more snowy pyramids, more beetling crags, softer meadows, and darker
pines. The whole valley is hushed, but for the torrent and the chirping
grasshopper and the striking of the village clocks. The black tower and
the houses of Cormayeur in the foreground gleam beneath the moon until
she reaches the edge of the firmament, and then sinks quietly away, once
more to reappear among the pines, then finally to leave the valley dark
beneath the shadow of the mountain's bulk. Meanwhile the heights of
snow still glitter in the steady light : they, too, wiD soon be dark, until
the dawn breaks, tingeing them with rose.
But it is not fair to dwell exclusively upon the mere sombre aspect of
Swiss beauty when there are so many lively scenes of which to speak.
The sunlight and the freshness and the flowers of Alpine meadows form
more than half the charm of Switzerland. The other day we walked to a
pasture called the Col de Checruit, high up the valley of Cormayeur, where
the spring was still in its first freshness. Gradually we climbed by dusty
roads, and through hot fields where the grass had just been mown, beneath
the fierce light of the morning sun. Not a breath of air was stirring, and
the heavy pines hung overhead upon their crags, as if to fence the gorge
from every wandering breeze. There is nothing more oppressive than
these scorching sides of narrow rifts, shut in by woods and precipices.
But suddenly the valley broadened, the pines and larches disappeared,
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and we found ourselves upon a wide green semicircle of the softest meadows.
Little rills of water went rushing through them, rippling over pebbles,
rustling under dockleaves, and eddying against their wooden barriers.
Far and wide " you scarce could see the grass for flowers," while on every
side the tinkling of cow-bells, and the voices of shepherds calling to one
another from the Alps, or singing at their work, were borne across the
fields. As we climbed we came into still fresher pastures where the snow
had scarcely melted. There the goats and cattle were collected, and the
shepherds sat among them, fondling the kids and calling them by name.
When they called, the creatures came, expecting salt and bread. It wras
pretty to see them lying near their masters, playing and butting at them
with their horns, or bleating for the sweet rye-bread. The women knitted
stockings, laughing among themselves, and singing all the while. As soon
as we reached them they gathered round to talk. An old herdsman, who
was clearly the patriarch of this Arcadia, asked- us many questions in a
slow deliberate voice. We told him who we were, a-nd tried to interest
him in the cattle -plague, which he appeared to regard as an evil very
unreal and far away, — like the murrain upon Pharaoh's herds which one
reads about in Exodus. But he was courteous and polite, doing the
honours of his pasture with simplicity and ease. He took us to his chalet
and gave us bowls of pure cold milk. It was a funny little wooden house,
clean and dark. The sky peeped through its tiles, and if shepherds were
not in the habit of sleeping soundly all night long they might count the
setting and rising stars without lifting their heads from the pillow. He
told us how far pleasanter they found the summer season than the long
cold winter which they have to spend in gloomy houses in Cormayeur.
This indeed is the true pastoral life which poets have described, — a happy
summer life among the flowers, well occupied with simple cares, and
harassed by "no enemy but winter and rough weather."
Very much of the charm of Switzerland belongs to simple things, to
greetings from the herdsmen, the " Guten Morgen " and " G-uten Abend,"
that are invariably given and taken upon mountain paths ; to the tame
creatures, with their large dark eyes, who raise their heads one moment
from the pasture while you pass ; and to the plants that grow beneath
your feet. It is almost sacrilegious to speak of the great mountains in
this hasty way. Let us, before we finish, take one glance at the multitude
of Alpine flowers.
The latter end of May is the time when spring begins in the high Alps.
Wherever sunlight smiles away a patch of snow the brown turf soon becomes
?reen velvet, and the velvet stars itself with red and white and gold and
jlue. You almost see the grass and lilies grow. First come pale crocuses
ind lilac soldanellas. These break the last dissolving clods of snow, and
•stand up on an island, with the cold wall they have thawed all round them.
Et is the fate of these poor flowers to spring and flourish on the very skirts
of retreating winter ; they soon wither — the frilled chalice of the soldanella
shrivels up and the crocus fades away before the grass has grown ; the
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sun,' which is bringing all the other plants to life, scorches their tender
petals. Often when summer has fairly come, you still may see their
pearly cups and lilac bells by the side of avalanches, between the chill
snow and the fiery sun, blooming and fading hour by hour. They have,
as it were, but a Pisgah view of the promised land, of the spring which
they are foremost to proclaim. Next come the clumsy gentians and yellow
anemones, covered with soft down like fledgeling birds. These are among
the earliest and hardiest blossoms that embroider the high meadows with
a drift of blue and gold. About the same time primroses and auriculas
begin to tuft the dripping rocks, while frail white fleurs-de-lis, like flakes
of snow forgotten by the sun, and golden-balled ranunculuses, join with
forget-me-nots and cranesbill in a never-ending dance upon the grassy
floor. Happy, too, is he who finds the lilies of the valley clustering
about the chestnut boles upon the Colma, or in the beechwood by the stream
at Macugnaga, mixed with fragrant white narcissus, which the people of
the villages call " Angiolini." There, too, is Solomon's seal, with waxen
bells and leaves expanded like the wings of hovering butterflies. But
these lists of flowers are tiresome and cold ; it would be better to draw
the portrait of one which is particularly fascinating. I think that botanists
have called it saxifraga cotyledon ; yet, in spite of its long name, it is a
simple and poetic flower. London pride is the commonest of all the
saxifrages ; but the one of which I speak is as different from London pride
as a Plantagenet upon his throne from that last Plantagenet who died
obscure and penniless some years ago. It is a great majestic flower, which
plumes the granite rocks of Monte Rosa in the spring. At other times of
the year you see a little tuft of fleshy leaves, set like a cushion on cold
ledges and dark places of dripping cliffs. You take it for a stone crop —
one of those weeds doomed to obscurity, and safe from being picked
because they are so uninviting — and you pass it by incuriously. But
about June it puts forth its power, and from the cushion of pale leaves
there springs a strong pink stem, which rises upward for a while, and then
comes down and breaks into a shower of snow-white blossoms. Far away
the splendour gleams, hanging, like a plume of ostrich-feathers, from the
roof of rock, waving to the wind, or stooping down to touch the water of
the mountain stream that dashes it with dew. The snow at evening,
glaring with a sunset flush, is not more rosy pure than this cascade of
pendent blossoms. It loves to be alone — inaccessible ledges, chasms
where winds combat, or moist caverns overarched near thundering falls,
are the places that it seeks. I will not compare it to a spirit of the
mountains or to a proud lovely soul, for such comparisons desecrate the
simplicity of nature, and no simile can add a glory to the flower. It
Beams to have a conscious life of its own, so large and glorious it is, so
sensitive to every breath of air, so nobly placed upon its bending stem, so
gorgeous in its solitude. I first saw it years ago on the Simplon, feather-
ing the drizzling crags above Isella. Then we found it near Baveno, in a
crack of sombre cliff beneath the mines. The other day we cut an armful
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opposite Varallo, by the Sesia, and then felt like murderers ; it was so sad
to hold in our hands the triumph of those many patient months, the full
expansive life of the flower, the splendour visible from valleys and hillsides,
the defenceless creature which had done its best to make the gloomy places
of the Alps most beautiful.
After passing many weeks among the high Alps it is a great pleasure
to descend into the plains. The sunset, and sunrise, and the stars of
Lombardy, its level horizons and vague misty distances, are a source of
absolute relief after the narrow skies and embarrassed prospects of a
mountain valley. Nor are the Alps themselves ever more imposing than
when seen from Milan or the terrace of Novara, with a foreground of
Italian corn-fields and old city towers, and rice-grounds golden green
beneath a Lombard sun. Half- veiled by clouds the mountains rise like
visionary fortress walls of a celestial city — unapproachable, beyond the
range of mortal feet. But those who know by old experience what friendly
chalets, and cool meadows, and clear streams are hidden in their folds and
valleys, send forth fond thoughts and messages, like carrier-pigeons, from
the marble parapets of Milan, crying, " Before another sun has set I too
shall rest beneath the shadow of their pines ! " It is in truth not more
than a day's journey from Milan to the brink of snow at Macugnaga. But
very sad it is to leave the Alps, to stand upon the terraces of Berne and waft
our ineffectual farewells. The unsympathizing Aar rushes beneath ; and
the snow-peaks, whom we love like friends, abide untroubled by the
coming and the going of the world. The clouds drift over them — the
sunset warms them with a fiery kiss. Night conies, and we are hurried
far away to wake upon the shores of unfamiliar Seine, remembering, with
a pang of jealous passion, that the flowers on Alpine meadows are still
blooming, and the rivulets still flowing with a ceaseless song, while Paris
shops are all we see, and all we hear is the dull clatter of a Paris crowd.
8—9
36
Culture tuiir its Cnemies.*
IN one of his speeches last year, or the year before last, that famous liberal,
Mr. Bright, took occasion to have a fling at the friends and preachers of
culture. " People who talk about what they call culture!" said he, con-
temptuously ; " by which they mean a smattering of the two dead languages
of Greek and Latin." And he went on to remark, in a strain with which
modern speakers and writers have made us very familiar, how poor a thing
this culture is, how little good it can do to the world, and how absurd it is
for its possessors to set much store by it. And the other day a younger
liberal than Mr. Bright, one of a school whose mission it is to bring into
order and system that body of truth which the earlier liberals merely
touched the outside of, a member of this university, and a very clever writer,
Mr. Frederic Harrison, developed, in the systematic and stringent manner
of his school, the thesis which Mr. Bright had propounded in only general
terms. " Perhaps the very silliest cant of the day," said Mr. Frederic
Harrison, " is the cant about culture. Culture is a desirable quality in a
critic of new books, and sits well on a possessor of belles leltres ; but as
applied to politics, it means simply a turn for small fault-finding, love of
selfish ease, and indecision in action. The man of culture is in politics
one of the poorest mortals alive. For simple pedantiy and want of good
sense no man is his equal. No assumption is too unreal, no end is too
unpractical for him. But the active exercise of politics requires common-
sense, sympathy, trust, resolution and enthusiasm, qualities which your
man of culture has carefully rooted up, lest the}7 damage the delicacy of
his critical olfactories. Perhaps they are the only class of responsible
beings in the community who cannot with safety be entrusted with power."
Now for my part I do not wish to see men of culture asking to be entrusted
with power ; and, indeed, I have freely said, that in my opinion the speech
most proper, at present, for a man of culture to make to a body of his
fellow- countrymen who get him into a committee-room, is Socrates's,
Know thyself; and that is not a speech to be made by men wanting to be
entrusted with power. For this very indifference to direct political action
I have been taken to task by the Daily Teleyrapli, coupled, by a strange
perversity of fate, with just that very one of the Hebrew prophets whoso
style I admire the least, and called " an elegant Jeremiah." It is because
I say (to use the words which the Daily Telegraph puts in my mouth) :—
" You mustn't make a fuss because you have no vote — that is vulgarity ;
you mustn't hold big meetings to agitate for reform bills and to repeal corn
* What follows was delivered as Mr. Arnold's last lecture in the Poetry Chair
at Oxford, and took, in many places, a special form from the occasion. Instead of
changing the form to that of an essay to adapt it to this Magazine, it has heen thought
advisable, under the circumstances, to print it as it was delivered.
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laws — that is the very height of vulgarity," — it is for this reason that I am
called, sometimes an elegant Jeremiah, sometimes a spurious Jeremiah, a
Jeremiah about the reality of whose mission the writer in the Daily Tele-
qmph has his doubts. It is evident, therefore, that I have so taken my
line as not to be exposed to the whole brunt of Mr. Frederic Harrison's
censure. Still, I have often spoken in praise of culture ; I have striven to
make my whole passage in this chair serve the interests of culture ; I take
culture to be something a great deal more than what Mr. Frederic
Harrison and others call it, — " a desirable quality in a critic of new
books." Nay, even though to a certain extent I am disposed to agree with
Mr. Frederic Harrison, that men of culture are just the class of responsible
beings in this community of ours who cannot properly, at present, be
entrusted with power, I am not sure that I do not think this the fault of
our community rather than of the men of culture. In short, although, like
Mr. Bright and Mr. Frederic Harrison, and the editor of the Daily Tele-
graph, and a large body of valued friends of mine, I am a liberal, yet I am
a liberal tempered by experience, reflection, and renouncement, and I am,
above all, a believer in culture. Therefore, as this is the last time that I
shall have an opportunity of speaking from this place, I propose to take the
occasion for inquiring, in the simple unsystematic way which best suits
both my taste and my powers, what culture really is, what good it can do,
what is our own special need of it ; and I shall try to find some plain
grounds on which a faith in culture, — both my own faith in it and the faith
of others, — may rest securely.
The disparagers of culture make its motive curiosity ; sometimes,
indeed, they make its motive mere exclusiveness and vanity. The culture
which is supposed to plume itself on a smattering of Greek and Latin is a
culture which is begotten by nothing so intellectual as curiosity ; it is
valued either out of sheer vanity and ignorance, or else as an engine of
social and class distinction, separating its holder, like a badge or title, from
other people who have not got it. No serious man would call this culture,
or attach any value to it, as culture, at all. To find the real ground for the
very differing estimate which serious people will set upon culture, we must
find some motive for culture in the terms of which may lie a real ambiguity ;
and such a motive the word curiosity gives us. I have before now pointed
out that in English we do not, like the foreigners, use this word in a good
sense as well as in a bad sense : with us the word is always used in a
somewhat disapproving sense ; a liberal and intelligent eagerness about
the things of the mind may be meant by a foreigner when he speaks
of curiosity, but with us the word always conveys a certain notion of
frivolous and unedifying activity. In the Quarterly Review, some little
time ago, was an estimate of the celebrated French critic, Monsieur Sainte
Beuve, and a very inadequate estimate it, in my judgment, was ; its
inadequacy consisting chiefly in this, that in our English way it left out of
sight the double sense really involved in the word curiosity, thinking enough
was said to stamp Monsieur Sainte Beuve with blame if it was said that ho
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was impelled in his operations as a critic by curiosity, and omitting either
to perceive that Monsieur Sainte Beuve himself, and many other people
with him, would consider that this was praiseworthy and not blameworthy,
or to point out why it is really worthy of blame and not of praise. For as
there is a curiosity about intellectual matters which is futile, and merely a
disease, so there is certainly a curiosity, — a desire for the things of the
mind simply for their own sakes and for the pleasure of seeing them as
they are, — which is, in an intelligent being, natural and laudable. Nay,
and the very desire to see things as they are implies a balance and regula-
tion of mind which is not often attained without fruitful effort, and which
is the very opposite of the blind and diseased impulse of mind which is
what we mean to blame when we blame curiosity.
Montesquieu says : — " The first motive which ought to impel us to
study is the desire to augment the excellence of our nature, and to render
an intelligent being yet more intelligent." This is the true ground to
assign for the genuine scientific passion, however manifested, and for
culture, viewed simply as a fruit of this passion ; and it is a worthy ground,
though we let the term curiosity stand to describe it. But there is of
culture another view, in which not solely the scientific passion, the sheer
desire to see things as they are, natural and proper in an intelligent being,
appears as the ground of it ; a view in which all the love of our neighbour,
the impulses towards action, help, and beneficence, the desire for stopping
human error, clearing human confusion, and diminishing the sum of
human misery, the noble aspiration to leave the world better and happier
than we found it — motives eminently such as are called social — come in as
part of the grounds of culture, and the main and primary part. Culture
is then properly described not as having its origin in curiosity, but as
having its origin in the love of perfection ; it is a study of perfection. It
moves by the force, not merely or primarily of the scientific passion for
pure knowledge, but also of the moral and social passion for doing good.
As, in the first view of it, we took for its worthy motto Montesquieu's words :
" To render an intelligent being yet more intelligent ! " so, in the second
view of it, there is no better motto which it can take than these words of
Bishop Wilson : " To make reason aad the will of God prevail ! " Only,
whereas the passion for doing good is apt to be overhasty in determining
what reason and the will of God say, because its turn is for acting rather
than thinking, and it wants to be beginning to act ; and whereas it is apt
to take its own conceptions, proceeding from its own state of development
and sharing in all the imperfections and immaturities of this, for a basis of
action ; what distinguishes culture is that it is possessed by the scientific
passion, as well as by the passion of doing good ; that it has worthy
notions of reason and the will of God, and does not readily suffer its own
crude conceptions to substitute themselves for them ; and that, knowing
that no action or institution can be salutary and stable which are not based
on reason and the will of God, it is not so bent on acting and instituting,
even with the great aim of diniinishing human error and misery ever before
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its thoughts, but that it can remember that acting and instituting are of
little use, unless we know how and what we ought to act and to institute.
This culture is more interesting and more far-reaching than the
other, which is founded solely on the scientific passion for knowing.
But it needs times of faith and ardour, times when the intellectual
horizon is opening and widening all round us, to nourish in. And
is not the close and bounded intellectual horizon within which we
have long lived and moved now lifting up, and are not new lights finding
free passage to shine in upon us ? For a long time there was no passage
for them to make their way in upon us, and then it was of no use to think
of adapting the world's action to them. Where was the hope of making
reason and the will of God prevail among people who had a routine which
they had christened reason and the will of God, in which they were
inextricably bound, and beyond which they had no power of looking ? But
now the iron force of adhesion to the old routine — social, political, reli-
gious— has wonderfully yielded ; the iron force of exclusion of all which is
new has wonderfully yielded ; the danger now is, not that people should
obstinately refuse to allow anything but their old routine to pass for reason
ind the will of God, but either that they should allow some novelty or
other to pass for these too easily, or else that they should underrate the
importance of them altogether, and think it enough to follow action for its
own sake, without troubling themselves to make reason and the will of
God prevail in it. Now, then, is the moment for culture to be of service,
culture which believes in making reason and the will of God prevail, believes
in perfection, is the study and pursuit of perfection, and is no longer
debarred, by a rigid invincible exclusion of whatever is new, from getting
acceptance for its ideas, simply because they are new.
The moment this view of culture is seized, the moment it is regarded
not solely as the endeavour to see things as they are, to draw towards a
knowledge of the universal order which seems to be intended and aimed at
:n the world, and which it is a man's happiness to go along with or his
misery to go counter to, to learn, in short, the will of God, — the moment,
I say, culture is considered not as the endeavour to merely see and learn
his, but as the endeavour, also, to make it prevail, the moral, social, and
oeneficent character of culture becomes manifest. The mere endeavour to
see and learn it for our own personal satisfaction is indeed a commence-
ment for making it prevail, a preparing the way for it, which always serves
:his, and is wrongly, therefore, stamped with blame absolutely in itself,
:ind not only in its caricature and degeneration; but perhaps it has got
ttamped with blame, and disparaged with the dubious title of curiosity,
'because in comparison with this wider endeavour of such great and plain
utility it looks selfish, petty, and unprofitable.
And religion, the greatest and most important of the efforts by which
ihe human race has manifested its impulse to perfect itself — religion, that
•voice of the deepest human experience, does not only enjoin and sanction
ihe aim which is the great aim of culture, the aim of setting ourselves to
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ascertain what perfection is and to make it prevail, but also, in determining
generally in what human perfection consists, religion conies to a conclusion
identical with that which culture — seeking the determination of this question
through all the voices of human experience which have been heard upon it,
art, science, poetry, philosophy, history, as well as religion, in order to give a
greater fulness and certainty to its solution — likewise reaches. Keligion
says : The kingdom of God is within you ; and culture, in like manner,
places human perfection in an internal condition, in the growth and pre-
dominance of our humanity proper, as distinguished from our animality,
in the ever-increasing efficaciousness and in the general harmonious
expansion of those gifts of thought and feeling which make the peculiar
dignity, wealth, and happiness of human nature. As I have said on a
former occasion : " It is in making endless additions to itself, in the endless
expansion of its powers, in endless growth in wisdom and beauty, that the
spirit of the human race finds its ideal. To reach this ideal culture is an
indispensable aid, and that is the true value of culture." Not a having
and a resting, but a growing and a becoming, is the character of perfection
as culture conceives it ; and here, too, it coincides with religion. And
because men are all members of one great whole, and the sympathy
which is in human nature will not allow one member to be indifferent
to the rest, or to have a perfect welfare independent of the rest, the
expansion of our humanity, to suit the idea of perfection which culture
forms, must be a general expansion. Perfection, as culture conceives it,
is not possible while the individual remains isolated : the individual is
obliged, under pain of being stunted and enfeebled in his own development
if he disobeys, to carry others along with him in his march towards
perfection, to be continually doing all he can to enlarge and increase the
volume of the human stream sweeping thitherward ; and here, once more,
it lays on us the same obligation as religion. Finally, perfection — as
culture, from a thorough disinterested study of human nature and human
experience, learns to conceive it — is an harmonious expansion of all the
powers which make the beauty and worth of human nature, and is not con-
sistent with the over- development of any one power at the expense of the
rest. Here it goes beyond religion, as religion is generally conceived by us.
If culture, then, is a study of perfection, and of harmonious perfection,
general perfection, and perfection which consists in becoming something
rather than in having something, in an inward condition of the mind and
spirit, not in an outward set of circumstances, — it is clear that culture,
instead of being the frivolous and useless thing which Mr. Bright, and
Mr. Frederic Harrison, and many other liberals suppose, has a very
important function to fulfil for mankind. And this function is particularly
important in our modern world, of which the whole civilization is, to a
much greater degree than the civilization of Greece and Rome, mechanical
and external, and tends constantly to become more so. But above all in
our own country has culture a weighty part to perform, because here that
mechanical character, which civilization tends to take everywhere, is shown
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in the most eminent degree. Indeed nearly all the characters of perfection,
as culture teaches us to fix them, meet in this country with some powerful
tendency which thwarts them and sets them at defiance. The idea of
perfection as an inward condition of the mind and spirit is at variance
with the mechanical and material civilization in esteem with us, and no-
where, as I have said, so much in esteem as with us. The idea of perfection
as a general expansion of the human family is at variance with our strong
individualism, our hatred of all limits to the unrestrained swing of the
individual's personality, our maxim of " every man for himself." The
idea of perfection as an harmonious expansion of human nature is at variance
with our want of flexibility, with our inaptitude for seeing more than one
side of a thing, with our intense energetic absorption in the particular pur-
suit we happen to be following. So culture has a rough task to do in this
country ; and its preachers have, and are likely long to have, a hard time
of it, and they will much oftener be regarded, for a great while to come, as
elegant or spurious Jeremiahs, than as friends and benefactors. That,
however, will not prevent their doing in the end good service if they
persevere ; and meanwhile, the mode of action they have to pursue, and
the sort of habits they must fight against, may be made quite clear to any
one who will look at the matter attentively and dispassionately.
Faith in machinery is, I said, our besetting danger ; often in machinery
most absurdly disproportioned to the end which this machinery, if it is to
do any good at all, is to serve ; but always in machinery, as if it had a
value in and for itself. What is freedom but machinery ? what is popula-
tion but machinery ? what is coal but machinery ? what are railroads but
machinery ? what is wealth but machinery ? what are religious organiza-
tions but machinery ? Now almost every voice in England is accustomed
1 o speak of these things as if they were precious ends in themselves, and
Ilierefore had some of the characters of perfection indisputably joined to
them. I have once before noticed Mr. Koebuck's stock argument for
proving the greatness and happiness of England as she is, and for quite
stopping the mouths of all gainsayers. Mr. Koebuck is never weary of
i eiterating this argument of his, so I do not know why I should be weary of
i oticing it. " May not every man in England say what he likes ? "• — Mr.
lloebuck perpetually asks ; and that, he thinks, is quite sufficient, and.
vhen every man may say what he likes, our aspirations ought to be
s itisfied. But the aspirations of culture, which is the study of perfection,
are not satisfied, unless what men say, when they may say what they like,
i;i worth saying, — has good in it, and more good than bad. In the same
v ay The Times, replying to some foreign strictures on the dress, looks, and
behaviour of the English abroad, urges that the English ideal is that everyone
should be free to do and to look just as he likes. But culture indefatigably
tiles, not to make what each raw person may like the rule by which he
fashions himself; but to draw ever nearer to a sense of what is indeed
beautiful, graceful, and becoming, and to get the raw person to like that. :
In the same way with respect to railroads and coal. Every one must
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have observed the strange language current during the late discussions as
to the possible failure of our supplies of coal. Our coal, thousands of
people were saying, is the real basis of our national greatness ; if our coal
runs short, there is an end of the greatness of England. But what is
greatness ? — culture makes us ask. Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy
to excite love, interest, and admiration ; and the outward proof of possess-
ing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration. If England
were swallowed up by the sea to-morrow, which, a hundred years hence,
would most excite the love, interest, and admiration of mankind, — would
most, therefore, shew the evidences of having possessed greatness, — the
England of the last twenty years, or the England of Elizabeth, of a tune of
splendid spiritual effort, but when our coal, and our industrial operations
depending on coal, were very little developed ? Well then, what an
unsound habit of mind it must be which makes us talk of things like coal
or iron as constituting the greatness of England, and how salutary a
friend is culture, bent on seeing things as they are and on fixing standards
of perfection that are real !
Wealth, again, that end to which our prodigious works for material
advantage are directed, — the commonest of commonplaces tells us how
men are always apt to regard wealth as a precious end in itself ; and
certainly they have never been so apt thus to regard it as they are in
England at the present time. Never did people believe anything more
firmly than nine Englishmen out of ten at the present day believe that
our greatness and welfare are proved by our being so very rich. Now,
the use of culture is that it helps us, by means of its spiritual standard of
perfection, to regard wealth as but machinery, and not only to say as a
matter of words that we regard wealth as but machinery, but really to
perceive and feel that it is so. If it were not for this purging effect
wrought upon our minds by culture, the whole world, the future as well
as the present, would inevitably belong to the Philistines. The people
who believe most that our greatness and welfare are proved by our
being very rich, and who most give their lives and thoughts to becoming
rich, are just the very people whom we call the Philistines. Culture says :
" Consider these people, then, their way of life, their habits, their manners,
the very tones of their voice ; look at them attentively ; observe the
literature they read, the things which give them pleasure, the words
which come forth out of their mouths, the thoughts which make the
furniture of their minds ; would any amount of wealth be worth having
with the condition that one was to become just like these people by
having it?" And thus culture begets a dissatisfaction which is of the
highest possible value in stemming the common tide of men's thoughts in
a wealthy and industrial community, and which saves the future, as one
may hope, from being vulgarized, even if it cannot save the present.
Population, again, and bodily health and vigour, are things which are
nowhere treated in such an unintelligent, misleading, exaggerated way as
in England. Both are really machinery ; yet how many people all around
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as do we see rest in them and fail to look beyond them ! Why, I have
heard people, fresh, from reading certain articles of The Times on the
Registrar- General's returns of marriages and births in this country, who
\vould talk of large families in quite a solemn strain, as if they had some-
thing in itself beautiful, elevating, and meritorious in them ; as if the
British Philistine would have only to present himself before the Great
Judge with his twelve children, in order to be received among the sheep
:is a matter of right ! Bodily health and vigour, it may be said, are not
•;o be classed with wealth and population as mere machinery ; they have a
nore real and essential value. True ; but only as they are more inti-
mately connected with a perfect spiritual condition than wealth or popula-
tion are. The moment we disjoin them from the idea of a perfect
spiritual condition, and pursue them, as we do pursue them, for their own
^ake and as ends in themselves, our worship of them becomes as mere
vvorship of machinery, as our worship of wealth or population, and as
unintelligent and vulgarizing a worship as that is. Every one with any-
iiing like an adequate idea of human perfection has distinctly marked
;his subordination to higher and spiritual ends of the cultivation of bodily
vigour and activity. "Bodily exercise profiteth little; but godliness is
profitable unto all things," says the author of the Epistle to Timothy.
And the utilitarian Franklin says just as explicitly : — " Eat and drink
such an exact quantity as suits the constitution of thy body, in reference
to the services of the mind." But the point of view of culture, keeping the
mark of human perfection simply and broadly in view, and not assigning
to this perfection, as religion or utilitarianism assign to it, a special and
jimited character, — this point of view, I say, of culture, is best given by
these words of Epictetus : — " It is a sign of a>>ia," says he, — that is, of a
nature not finely tempered, — "to give yourselves up to things which
relate to the body ; to make, for instance, a great fuss about exercise, a
• great fuss about eating, a great fuss about drinking, a great fuss about
valking, a great fuss about riding. All these things ought to be done
merely by the way : the formation of the spirit and character must be our
real concern." This is admirable; and, indeed, the Greek words d<pvia,
vtyvia, a finely tempered nature, a coarsely tempered nature, give exactly
uhe notion of perfection as culture brings us to conceive of it : a perfection
in which the characters of beauty and intelligence are both present, which
mites " the two noblest of things," as Swift who of one of the two
it any rate, had himself all too little, most happily calls them in his
Battle of the Books,—" the two noblest of things, sweetness and light."
The tv<f>vr)G is the man who tends towards sweetness and light ; the d^vfe
i s precisely our Philistine. The immense spiritual significance of the Greeks
is due to their having been inspired with this central and happy idea of
the essential character of human perfection ; and Mr. Bright's miscon-
ception of culture, as a smattering of Greek and Latin, comes itself, after
;ill, from this wonderful significance of the Greeks having affected the very
machinery of our education, and it is in itself a kind of homage to it.
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It is by thus making sweetness and light to be characters of perfection,
that culture is of like spirit with poetry, follows one law with poetry. I
have called religion a more important manifestation of human nature than
poetry, because it has worked on a broader scale for perfection, and with
greater masses of men. But the idea of beauty and of a human nature
perfect on all its sides, which is the dominant idea of poetry, is a true and
invaluable idea, though it has not yet had the success that the idea of
conquering the obvious faults of our aniniality, and of a human nature
perfect on the moral side, which is the dominant idea of religion, has been
enabled to have ; and it is destined, adding to itself the religious idea of
a devout energy, to transform and govern the other. The best art and
poetry of the Greeks, in which religion and poetry are one, in which the
idea of beauty and of a human nature perfect on all sides adds to itself a
religious and devout energy, and works in the strength of that, is on this
account of such surpassing interest and instructiveness for us, though it
•was, — as, having regard to the human race in general, and, indeed, having
regard to the Greeks themselves, we must own, — a premature attempt, an
attempt which for success needed the moral and religious fibre in humanity
to be more braced and developed than it had yet been. But Greece did not
err in having the idea of beauty, harmony, and complete human perfection
so present and paramount ; it is impossible to have this idea too present
and paramount ; only the moral fibre must be braced too. And we, because
we have braced the moral fibre, are not on that account in the right way,
if at the same time the idea of beauty, harmony, and complete human
perfection is wanting or misapprehended amongst us, and evidently it is
wanting or misapprehended at present. And when we rely as we do on
our religious- organizations, which in themselves do not and cannot give us
this idea, and think we have done enough if we make them spread and pre-
vail, then, I say, we fall into our common fault of overvaluing machinery.
Nothing is more common than for people to confound the inward peace .
and satisfaction which follows the subduing of the most obvious faults of
our animality with what I may call absolute inward peace and satisfaction
— the peace and satisfaction which are reached as we draw near to complete
spiritual perfection, and not merely to moral perfection, or rather to
relative moral perfection. And no people in the world have done more
and struggled more to attain this relative moral perfection than our English
race has ; for no people in the world has the command to resist the Devil,
to overcome the Wicked One, in the nearest and most obvious sense of those
words, had such a pressing force and reality. And we have had our reward,
not only in the great worldly prosperity which our obedience to this
command has brought us, but also, and far more, in great inward peace
and satisfaction. But to me nothing is more pathetic than to see people,
on the strength of the inward peace and satisfaction which their rudi-
mentary efforts towards perfection have brought them, use concerning
their incomplete perfection and the religious organizations within which
they have found it, language which properly applies only to complete
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perfection, and is a far-off echo of the human soul's prophecy of it.
IMigion itself supplies in abundance this grand language which is really
the severest criticism of such an incomplete perfection as alone we have
vet reached through our religious organizations.
The impulse of the English race towards moral development
;ind self - conquest has nowhere so powerfully manifested itself as in
Puritanism ; nowhere has Puritanis^n found so adequate an expression
as in the religious organization of the Independents. The modern
Independents have a newspaper, the Nonconformist, written with great
sincerity and ability, which serves as their organ. The motto, the
standard, the profession of faith which this organ of theirs carries aloft,
:s: " The dissidence of Dissent and the Protestantism of the Protestant
religion." There is sweetness and light, and an ideal of complete
harmonious human perfection ! One need not go to culture and poetry
10 find language to judge it. Religion, with its instinct for perfection,
supplies language to judge it : " Finally, be of one mind, united in feeling,"
says St. Peter. There is an ideal which judges the Puritan ideal ! — " The
dissidence of Dissent and the Protestantism of the Protestant religion."
And religious organizations like this are what people believe in, rest in,
would give their lives for ! Such, I say, is the wonderful virtue of even
ihe beginnings of perfection, of having conquered even the first faults of
our animality, that the religious organization which has helped us to do it
can seem to us something precious, salutary, and to be propagated, ever,
v/hen it wears such a brand of imperfection on its forehead as this. And
men have got such a habit of giving to the language of religion a special
replication, of making it a mere jargon, that for the condemnation which
religion itself passes on the shortcomings of their religious organizations
they have no ear ; they are sure to cheat themselves and to explain this
condemnation away. They can only be reached by the criticism which
culture, like poetry, speaking a language not to be sophisticated, and
resolutely testing these organizations by the ideal of a human perfection
c omplete on all sides, applies to them.
But men of culture and poetry, it will be said, are again and again
failing, and failing conspicuously, in the necessary first stage to perfection,
in the subduing of the great obvious faults of our animality, which it is the
j.lory of these religious organizations to have helped us to subdue. True,
ihey do often so fail : they have often had neither the virtues nor the
f raits of the Puritan ; it has been one of their dangers that they so felt
the Puritan's faults that they too much neglected the practice of his virtues.
] will not, however, exculpate them at the Puritan's expense ; they have
( ften failed in morality, and morality is indispensable ; they have been
junished for their failure, as the Puritan has been rewarded for his
performance. They have been punished wherein they erred; but their
i leal of beauty and sweetness and light, and a human nature complete on
all its sides, remains the true ideal of perfection still ; just as the Puritan's
ileal of perfection remains narrow and inadequate, although for what he
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did well he has been abundantly rewarded. Notwithstanding the mighty
results of the Pilgrim Fathers' voyage, they and their standard of per-
fection are rightly judged when we figure to ourselves Shakspeare or Virgil—
souls in whom sweetness and light, and all that in human nature is most
humane, were eminent — accompanying them on their voyage, and think
what intolerable company Shakspeare and Virgil would have found them !
In the same way let us judge the religious organizations which we see all
round us. Do not let us deny the good and the happiness which they
have accomplished ; but do not let us fail to see clearly that their idea of
human perfection is narrow and inadequate, and that the dissidence of/
Dissent and the Protestantism of the Protestant religion will never bring
humanity to its true goal. As I said with regard to wealth, — let us look at
the life of those who live in and for it ; — so I say with regard to the
religious organizations. Look at the life imaged in such a newspaper as
the Nonconformist ; — a life of jealousy of the Establishment, disputes,
tea-meetings, openings of chapels, sermons ; and then think of it as an
ideal of a human life completing itself on all sides, and aspiring with all
its organs after sweetness, light, and perfection 1
Another newspaper, representing, like the Nonconformist, one of the
religious organizations of this country, was, a few days ago, giving an account
of the crowd at Epsom on the Derby day, and of all the vice and hideousness
which was to be seen in that crowd ; and then the writer turned suddenly
round upon Professor Huxley, and asked him how he proposed to cure all
this vice and hideousness without religion. I confess I felt disposed to ask
the asker this question : And how do you propose to cure it, with such a
religion as yours ? How is the ideal of a life so unlovely, so unattractive, so
naiTOw, so far removed from a true and satisfying ideal of human perfection,
as is the life of your religious organization as you yourself image it, to con-
quer and transform all this vice and hideousness ? Indeed, the strongest
plea for the study of perfection as pursued by culture, the clearest proof of
the actual inadequacy of the idea of perfection held by the religious organi-
zations,— expressing, as I have said, the most wide-spread effort which the
human race has yet made after perfection, — is to be found in the state of
our life and society with these in possession of it, and having been in
possession of it I know not how many years. We are all of us enrolled in
some religious organization or other ; we all call ourselves, in the sublime
and aspiring language of religion which I have before noticed, children of
God. Children of God — it is an immense pretension ! — and how are
we to justify it ? By the works which we do, and the words which we
speak ? And the work which we collective children of God do, our grand
centre of life, our city, is London ! London, with its unutterable external
hideousness, and its internal canker of publice egestas, privatim opulentia, — •
to use the words which Sallust puts into Cato's mouth about Rome, —
unequalled in the world ! The word which we children of God speak, the
voice which most hits our collective thought, the newspaper with the largest
circulation in England, nay, with the largest circulation in the whole world, is
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the Daily Telegraph ! I say, that when our religious organizations, — which I
admit to express the most considerable effort after perfection that our race
has yet made — land us in no better result than this, it is high time to
examine carefully their idea of perfection, to see whether it does not leave
out of account sides and forces of human nature which we might turn to
great use ; whether it would not be more operative if it were more complete.
And I say that the English reliance on our religious organizations and on
their ideas of human perfection just as they stand, is like our reliance on
freedom, on muscular Christianity, on population, on coal, on wealth, —
mere belief in machinery and unfruitful ; and is wholesomely counteracted
by culture bent on seeing things as they are, and on drawing the human
race onwards to a more complete perfection.
Culture, however, shows its single-minded love of perfection, its desire
simply to make reason and the will of God prevail, its freedom from
fanaticism, by its attitude towards all this machinery, even while it insists
that it is machinery. Fanatics, seeing the mischief men do themselves by
their blind belief in some machinery or other, — whether it is wealth and
industrialism, or whether it is the cultivation of bodily strength and activity,
or whether it is a political organization, or whether it is a religious organi-
zation,— oppose with might and main the tendency to this or that political
and religious organization, or to games and athletic exercises, or to wealth
and industrialism, and try violently to stop it. But the flexibility which
sweetness and light give, and which is one of the rewards of culture
pursued in good faith, enables a man to see that a tendency may be
necessary, and as a preparation for something in the future, salutary, and
yet that the generations or individuals who obey this tendency are sacrificed
to it, that they fall short of the hope of perfection by following it ; and that
its mischiefs are to be criticised, lest it should take too firm a hold and
last after it has served its purpose. Mr. Gladstone well pointed out, in a
speech at Paris, and others have pointed out the same thing, how neces-
sary is the present great movement towards wealth and industrialism, in
order to lay broad foundations of material well-being for the society of the
future. The worst of these justifications is, that they are generally addressed
to the very people engaged, body and soul, in the movement in question ; at
all events, that they are always seized with the greatest avidity by these
people, and taken by them as quite justifying their life, and that thus they
tend to harden them in their sins. Culture admits the necessity of the
movement towards fortune-malting and exaggerated industrialism, readily
allows that the future may derive benefit from it ; but insists, at the same
time, that the passing generations of industrialists — forming, for the most
part, the stout main body of Philistinism — are sacrificed to it. In the same
way, the result of all the games and sports which occupy tke passing
generation of boys and young men may be the establishment of a better
and sounder physical type for the future to work with. Culture does not
Eet itself against the games and sports ; it congratulates the future, and
hopes it will make a good use of its improved physical basis ; but it points
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out that our passing generation of boys and young men are sacrificed.
Puritanism was necessary to develop the moral fibre of the English race,
Nonconformity to break the yoke of ecclesiastical domination over men's
minds and to prepare the way for freedom of thought in the distant future ;
still, culture points out that the harmonious perfection of generations of
Puritans and Nonconformists have been in consequence sacrificed. Freedom
of speech is necessary for the society of the future, but the young lions
of the Daily Telegraph in the meanwhile are sacrificed. A voice for every
man in his country's government is necessary for the society of the future,
but meanwhile Mr. Beales and Mr. Bradlaugh are sacrificed.
"VVe in Oxford, brought up amidst beauty and sweetness, have not failed
to seize the truth that beauty and sweetness are essential characters of a
complete human perfection. When I insist on this truth, I am all in the
faith and tradition of Oxford. I say boldly that this our sentiment for
beauty and sweetness, our sentiment against hideousness and rawness, has
been at the bottom of our attachment to so many beaten causes, of our
opposition to so many triumphant movements. And the sentiment is true,
and has never been wholly defeated, and has shown its power even in its
defeat. We have not won our political battles, we have not carried our
main points, we have not stopped our adversaries' advance ; but we have
told silently upon the mind of the country, we have prepared currents of
feeling which sap our adversaries' position when it seems gained, we have
kept up our own communications with the future. Look at the course of
the great movement which shook this place to its centre some thirty years
ago ! It was directed, as any one who reads Dr. Newman's Apology may
see, against what in one word may be called " liberalism." Liberalism pre-
vailed ; it was the appointed force to do the work of the hour ; it was
necessary, it was inevitable that it should prevail. The Oxford movement
was broken, it failed ; our wrecks are scattered on every shore : —
Quoe regio in terris nostri non plena laboris ?
And what was this liberalism, as Dr. Newman saw it, and as it really broke
the Oxford movement ? It was the great middle-class liberalism, which
had for the cardinal points of its belief the Reform Bill of 1832, and local
self-government, in politics ; in the social sphere, free-trade, unrestricted
competition, and the making of large industrial fortunes ; in the religious
sphere, the dissidence of Dissent and the Protestantism of the Protestant
religion. I do not say that other and more intelligent forces than this
were not opposed to the Oxford movement : but this was the force which
really beat it ; this was the force which Dr. Newman felt himself fighting
with ; this was the force which till only the other day seemed to be the
paramount force in this country, and to be in possession of -the future ; this
was the force whose achievements fill Mr. Lowe with such inexpressible
admiration, and whose rule he is so horror-struck to see threatened. And
where is this great force of Philistinism now ? It is thrust into the second
rank, it is become a power of yesterday, it has lost the future. A new
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power has suddenly appeared, a power which it is impossible yet to judge
fully, but which is certainly a wholly different force from middle- class
1: beralism ; different in its cardinal points of belief, different in its tenden-
cies in every sphere. It loves and admires neither the legislation of
rriddle-class Parliaments, nor the local self-government of middle-class
vestries, nor the unrestricted competition of middle-class industrialists, nor
tde dissidence of middle-class dissent and the Protestantism of middle-class
Protestant religion. I am not now praising this new force, or saying that
its own ideals are better ; all I say is, that they are wholly different. And
yho will estimate how much the currents of feeling created by Dr. Newman's
movement, the keen desire for beauty and sweetness which it nourished,
tiie deep aversion it manifested to the hardness and vulgarity of middle-
class liberalism, the strong light it turned on the hideous and grotesque
illusions of middle-class Protestantism, — who will estimate how much all
taese contributed to swell the tide of secret dissatisfaction which has mined
tie ground under the self-confident liberalism of the last thirty years, and
has prepared the way for its sudden collapse and supersession ? It is in this
manner that the sentiment of Oxford for beauty and sweetness conquers,
and in this manner may it long continue to conquer !
In this manner it works to the same end as culture, and there is plenty
of work for it yet to do. I have said that the new and more democratic
force which is now superseding our old middle- class liberalism cannot yet
be rightly judged. It has its main tendencies still to form: we hear
promises of its giving us administrative reform, law reform, reform of
education, and I know not what ; but those promises come rather from its
advocates, wishing to make a good plea for it and to justify it for supersed-
ing middle-class liberalism, than from clear tendencies which it has itself
yet developed. But meanwhile it has plenty of well-intentioned friends
against whom culture may with advantage continue to uphold steadily its
ideal of human perfection; that it is an inward spiritual activity, having
for its characters increased sweetness, increased light, increased life,
increased sympathy. Mr. Bright, who has a foot in both worlds, the
\vorld of middle-class liberalism and the world of democracy, but who
brings most of his ideas from the world of middle-class liberalism in which
he was bred, always inclines to inculcate that faith in machinery to which,
a ^ we have seen, Englishmen are so prone, and which has been the bane of
middle- class liberalism. He complains with a sorrowful indignation of
people who "appear to have no proper estimate of the value of the
franchise ; " he leads his disciples to believe, — what the Englishman is
a I ways too ready to believe, — that the having a vote, like the having a large
family, or a large business, or large muscles, has in itself some edifying and
perfecting effect upon human nature. Or else he cries out to the democracy,
--" the men," as he calls them, " upon whose shoulders the greatness of
I ngland rests " — he cries out to them : " See what you have done ! I look
o ver this country and see the cities you have built, the railroads you have
made, the manufactures you have produced, the cargoes which freight the
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ships of the greatest mercantile navy the world has ever seen ! I see that
you have converted by your labours what was once a wilderness, these
islands, into a fruitful garden; I know that you have created this wealth,
and are a nation whose name is a word of power throughout all the world."
Why, this is just the style of laudation with which Mr. Roebuck or Mr.
Lowe debauch the minds of the middle classes, and make such Philistines of
them. It is the same fashion of teaching a man to value himself not on what
he is, not on his progress in sweetness and light, but on the number of the
railroads he has constructed, or the bigness of the tabernacle he has built.
Only the middle classes are told they have done it all with their energy,
self-reliance, and capital, and the democracy are told they have done it all
with their hands and sinews. But teaching the democracy to put its trust
in achievements of this kind is merely training them to be Philistines to
take the place of the Philistines whom they are superseding ; and they
too, like the middle class, will be encouraged to sit down at the banquet of
the future without having on a wedding garment, and nothing excellent can
come from them. Those who know their besetting faults, those who have
watched them and listened to them, or those who will read the excellent
account recently given of them by one of themselves, the Journeyman
Engineer, will agree that the idea which culture sets before us of perfection
— an increased spiritual activity, having for its characters increased sweet-
ness, increased light, increased life, increased sympathy — is an idea which
the new democracy needs far more than the idea of the blessedness of the
franchise or the wonderfulness of their own industrial performances.
Other well-meaning friends of this new power are for leading it, not in
the old ruts of middle -class Philistinism, but in ways which are naturally
alluring to the feet of democracy, though in this country they are novel
and untried ways. I may call them the ways of Jacobinism. Violent
indignation with the past, abstract systems qf renovation applied wholesale,
a new doctrine drawn up in black and white for elaborating down to the
very smallest details a rational society for the future, — these are the ways
of Jacobinism. Mr. Frederic Harrison and other disciples of Comte —
one of them, Mr. Congreve, is an old acquaintance of mine, and I am glad
to have an opportunity of publicly expressing my respect for his talents
and character — are among the friends of democracy who are for leading it
in paths of this kind. Mr. Frederic Harrison is very hostile to culture,
and from a natural enough motive ; for culture is the eternal opponent of
the two things which are the signal marks of Jacobinism, — its fierceness,
and its addiction to an abstract system. A current in people's minds sets
towards new ideas ; people are dissatisfied with their old narrow stock of
Philistine ideas, Anglo-Saxon ideas, or any other ; and some man, some
Bentham or Comte, who has the real merit of- having early and strongly
felt and helped the new current, but who brings plenty of narrownesses and
mistakes of his own into his feeling and help of it, is credited with being the
author of the whole current, the fit person to be entrusted with its regula-
tion and to guide the human race. The excellent German historian of
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the mythology of Rome, Preller, relating the introduction at Rome under
the Tarquins of the worship of Apollo, the god of light, healing, and recon-
ciliation, observes that it was not so much the Tarquins who brought
to Rome the new worship of Apollo, as a current in the mind of the
Roman people which set powerfully at that time towards a new worship of
:his kind, and away from the old run of Latin and Sabine religious ideas.
In a similar way, culture is always assigning to the system-maker and the
system a smaller share in the bent of human destiny than their friends like.
Culture feels even a pleasure, a sense of an increased freedom and of
un ampler future, by so doing. I remember when I was under the
influence of a mind to which I feel the greatest obligations, the mind
of a man who was the very incarnation of sanity and clear sense, a man
rhe most considerable, it seems to me, whom America has yet produced,
— Benjamin Franklin — I remember the relief with which, after long
feeling the sway of Franklin's imperturbable common-sense, I came upon
a project of his for a new version of the Book of Job, to replace the old
-rersion, the style of which, says Franklin, has become obsolete, and
Ihence less agreeable. "I give," he continues, " a few verses, which
may serve as a sample of the kind of version I would recommend." We
(.11 recollect the famous verse in our translation : "Then Satan answered
ihe Lord and said : ' Doth Job fear God for nought ? ' ' Franklin makes
this : " Does Your Majesty imagine that Job's good conduct is the effect
( f mere personal attachment and affection ? " I well remember how when
f-rst I read that, I drew a deep breath of relief, and said to myself : ' ' After
s 11, there is a stretch of humanity behind Franklin's victorious good sense ! "
So, after hearing Bentham cried loudly up as the renovator of modern
society, and Bentham's mind and ideas proposed as the rulers of our future,
I open the Deontology. There I read : " While Xenophon was writing his
Hstory and Euclid teaching geometry, Socrates and Plato were talking
i onsense under pretence of talking wisdom and morality. This morality
of theirs consisted in words ; this wisdom of theirs was the denial of
natters known to every man's experience." From the moment of reading
t lat, I am delivered from the bondage of Bentham ; the fanaticism of his
a ilherents can touch me no longer, I feel the inadequacy of his mind and
i< leas for being the rule of human society, for ' perfection. Culture tends
always thus to deal with the men of a system, with disciples, of a school,
v ith men like Comte, or the late Mr. Buckle, or Mr. Mill. It remembers
tie text: "Be not ye called Rabbi !" and it soon passes on from any
I abbi. But Jacobinism loves a Rabbi ; it does not want to pass on from
it 3 Rabbi in pursuit of a future, and unreached perfection; it wants its
I abbi and his ideas to stand for perfection that they may with the more
a ithority recast the world ; and for Jacobinism, therefore, culture — eternally
p issing onwards and seeking — is an impertinence and an offence. But
culture, just because it resists this tendency of Jacobinism to impose on us
a man with limitations and errors of his own along with the true ideas of
•w aich he is the organ, really does the world and Jacobinism itself a service.
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So, too, Jacobinism, in its fierce hatred of the past and of those whom
it makes liable for the sins of the past, cannot away with culture, culture
with its inexhaustible indulgence, its consideration of circumstances, its
severe judgment of actions joined to its merciful judgment of persons.
"The man of culture is in politics," cries Mr. Frederic Harrison, "one
of the poorest mortals alive." Mr. Frederic Harrison wants to be doing
business, and he complains that the man of culture stops him with a " turn
for small fault-finding, love of selfish ease, and indecision in action." Of
what use is culture, he asks, except for " a critic of new books or a pro-
fessor of belles Icttres ? " Why, it is of use because, in presence of the fierce
exasperation which breathes, or rather, I may say, hisses, through the whole
production in which Mr. Frederic Harrison asks that question, it reminds
us that the perfection of human nature is sweetness and light. It is of use
because, like religion, — that other effort after perfection, — it testifies that,
where bitter envying and strife are, there is confusion and every evil work.
On this the last time that I am to speak from this place, I have per-
mitted myself, in justifying culture and in enforcing the reasons for it,
to keep chiefly on ground where I ani at one with the central instinct and
sympathy of Oxford. The pursuit of perfection is the pursuit of sweet-
ness and light. Oxford has worked with all the bent of her nature for
sweetness, for beauty ; and I have allowed myself to-day chiefly to insist
on sweetness, on beauty, as necessary characters of perfection. Light,
too, is a necessary character of perfection ; Oxford must not suffer her-
self to forget that ! At other times, during my passage in this chair, I
have not failed to remind her, so far as my feeble voice availed, that light
is a necessary character of perfection. I never shall cease, so long as any-
where my voice finds any utterance, to insist on the need of light as well
as of sweetness. To-day I have spoken most of that which Oxford has
loved most. But he who works for sweetness works in the end for light
also ; he who works for light works in the end for sweetness also. He who
works for sweetness and light works to make reason and the will of God
prevail. He who works for machinery, he who works for hatred, works
only for confusion. Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred ;
culture has but one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
Yes, it has one yet greater — the passion for making them prevail. It is
not satisfied till we all come to a perfect man ; it knows that the sweetness
and light of the few must be imperfect until the raw and unkindled masses
of humanity are touched with sweetness and light. If I have not shrunk
from saying that we must work for sweetness and light, so neither have I
shrunk from saying that we must have a broad basis, must have sweetness
and light for as many as possible. I have again and again insisted how
those are the happy moments of humanity, how those are the marking
epochs of a people's life, how those are the flowering times for literature
and art and all the creative power of genius, when there is a national glow
of life and thought, when the whole of society is in the fullest measure per-
meated by thought, sensible to beauty, intelligent and alive. Only it must
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3e real thought and real beauty ; real sweetness and real light. Plenty of
oeople will try to give the masses an intellectual food prepared and adapted
.in the way they think proper for the actual condition of the masses. Tho
Drdinary popular literature is an example of this way of working on the
masses. Plenty of people will try to indoctrinate the masses with the set of
ideas and judgments constituting the creed of their own profession or party.
The religious organizations give an example of this way of working on the
masses. I disparage neither ; but culture works differently. It does not
-;ry to teach down to the level of inferior classes ; it does not try to win
'ihem for this or that sect of its own, with ready-made judgments and
watchwords ; but it seeks to do away with classes, to make all live in an
atmosphere of sweetness and light, and use ideas, as it uJ.=s them itself,
freely, — to be nourished and not bound by them. This is the social idea ;
ind the men of culture are the true apostles of equality. The great men of
3ulture are those who have had a passion for diffusing, for making prevail,
for carrying from one end of society to the other, the best knowledge, the best
ideas of their time ; who have laboured to divest knowledge of all that was
larsh, uncouth, difficult, abstract, professional, exclusive ; to humanize it,
to make it efficient outside the clique of the cultivated and learned, yet
still remaining the best knowledge and thought of the time, and a true
source, therefore, of sweetness and light. Such a man was Abelard in the
Middle Ages ; and thence the boundless emotion and enthusiasm which
Abelard excited. Such were Lessing and Herder in Germany, at the end of
the last century ; and their services to Germany were inestimably precious.
Generations will pass, and literary monuments will accumulate, and
works far more perfect than the works of Lessing and. Herder will be pro-
duced in Germany, and yet their names will fill a German with a reverence
:md enthusiasm such as the names of the most gifted masters will hardly
awaken. Because they humanized knowledge ; because they broadened the
basis of life and intelligence ; because they worked powerfully to diffuse
sweetness and light, to make reason and the will of God prevail. With
Saint Augustine they said : " Let us not leave Thee alone to make in the
secret of thy knowledge, as thou didst before the creation of the firmament,
'he division ofjight from darkness ; let the children of thy spirit, placed
n their firmament, make their light shine upon the earth, mark the division
>f night and day, and announce the revolution of the times ; for the old
order is passed and the new arises ; the night is spent, the day is come
brth ; and thou shalt crown the year with thy blessing, when thou shalt
>end forth labourers into thy harvest sown by other hands than theirs ;
,vhen thou shalt send forth new labourers to new seed-times, whereof the
Harvest shall be not yet."
MATTHEW ARNOLD.
CHAPTER IX.
BESSIE'S BURYING.
HK boy German was the only
one of his family who attended
old Bessie's funeral. Ashford
at the last moment declared that
he was obliged to obey a sum-
mons from his landlord, who
lived at a distance and only
visited his estate in the hills
from time to time on business,
and was now at the old manor-
house for a few days.
4 ' Th' auld squire have a sent
for me to see him punctial some
time to-day at the ' Knob house,'
and I canna go to Youlcliffe ; ye
may tell 'um a' down there. And
you mind to be home betimes,
German, or you'll catch it," he
called out as the boy went off.
The friends and neighbours
collected lor the " beryin' " looked upon this message as a mere excuse,
and public opinion declared itself strongly against old Ashford.
" Sure ill will should ha' died wi' death," said one ; " and hur a
leavin' sich a lot o' money to his daughter, too."
" 'Twill hurt nobody but hisself ; his room's better nor's company
any time is Ashford's," said another.
The world was likewise scandalized at Roland's absence. " She were
like a mother to un," said society ; " he should a strove to come home for
to do her respect ; he know'd she'd a had a fit, Nathan says."
The old woman was buried under the shadow of the spire which she
was so proud of. " 'Tis a cheerful pleasant place, like hersen," said
Nathan to his nephew as they came away together, " and hur will be close
to the pathway where her friends can come nigh her, and alongside o' her
father for company like, till I come ; 'twon't be long first. I've a ordered
a headstone," ended the old man, sadly, " and it says, —
All you young men as passes by,
Throw a look and cast an eye ;
As you is now, so once was I,
Prepare to live, as you must die. —
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for ,o learn um how they're here one hour and shed the next, like a poppy-
head," sighed he, picking one as he passed. Then, as German was taking
his leave, he called him back. " The money for Cassie is a lent to Jones,
and I shall put in her name immediate and mak' it all right. Anyhow
'tam't mine, and I wunna ha' thy feyther cryin' out like as if he were
bur it, and going about ' callin ' o' me and saying as how I'd choused
Cassie. But ye may mak' as though I'd ha' said it shouldna be done
till such times as he'd gied his consent to her marrying wi' Roland. If
yer aunt hadna been tuk so sudden as there isn't a mossel o' paper about
it, I'm sure she'd a left it so. It's queer, too, about Roland," the old
mail went on. "I canna think what ails him to kip away so long. I've got
it s 3t in my mind it's about thae York lassies, for young uns is wonderful
soo a took up wi' a pretty face, — and they fa's into love and out again like
as if it were a pond. — And 'tain't allus such a clean one either," moralized
Nathan ; " a lot o' muck they picks up whiles. Therefore I dunna mak'
sich a stand-up fight for Roland as I mid ha' done a while back till I sees
my ways more plain. Man is but flesh, and flesh is wonderful weak by
times," said Nathan the wise, skilled in human nature, " and you'd best
say Cassie's to have him as she wishes to wed wi' an she's to get her
aurt's money."
German returned home big with the importance of his mission, am.
entered the house with a sense of dignity as the protector and arbiter of
his sister's future. He found to his great relief that he was beforehand
with his father, who had not yet returned from the squire ; the kitchen
was empty and he passed through to the garden on the other side, where
he found the women busy hanging out the last results of a great wash.
Tho ornamental ground had all been dug up and planted with vegetables,
but there still remained a sort of raised flagged terrace "at the upper end,
sheltered by a great yew hedge, flanked with what had once been pyramids
and " shapes " cut out in yew, which had grown all awry and deformed,
for nobody at Stone Edge had any time for garden decorations. And here
German betook himself directly to deliver his unaccustomed budget of
neirs and give his opinion on family affairs of moment.
" Well- a- day ! " said Lydia, sadly ; "it mun ha' been a sore sight to
Bee yer aunt laid i' th' ground, and hur took so sudden ; but she were a
well-livin' 'ooman as ivir were, and set her trust and her heart steadfast
i' tli* Lord."
"To be sure she did," replied the lad. And after a pause he went
on, " 'Twere a gran' dooment anyhow " (he was very fond of his aunt,
bui he could not help enjoying what, to him, had been a great entertain-
ment). " There were a sight o' vittles and drink to be sure, and heaps
o' j'olk was there to do her respect ; and Martha Savage (as uncle Nathan
had in for to help) a takin' on herself and wagging her tongue as uppish
as mid be! 'And dunno ye sit there,' and 'Dunno ye bide so long
there,' says she, catching everybody up like anythink. I raly didna know
the place, and aunt Bessie, who'd iver the welcome i' her face and the
56 STONE EDGE.
welcome i' her hand, and now she lay there so quiet, and couldn't EO much
as say a word ! "
" And how did uncle Nathan abide Martha's takiu' on herself so ?"
said Cassie, rather indignantly.
"I dunno think he see'd or heerd owt as were a goin' on, he were so
sore put about to have lost her as was gone. He sot there i' his chair
quite lost like when they'd a' left but me, and then he telled me about
Cassie' s money. He wouldna let me go, but he says, ' Bide wi' me a bit,
my lad ; ye was her newy, and she held to ye both at Stone Edge a very
deal.' And when Martha put in her word, he just tuk his hat silent, and
come on wi' me a bit o' the road home out o' the way o' her tongue."
At this point in the discourse Ashford's loud harsh voice was heard ;
he had just come home, and was calling on his womankind. "I'll go in
to your feyther," said Lydia ; " thee canst stop and hear all about it."
German had climbed, parenthetically as it were, during the interval, on
to the top of a high wall, whence his long legs hung down as a sort of
fringe. He went on : " Arter a while uncle Nathan talked wi' me a deal
about Roland, Cassie — what for had no one see'd him this ever such
a while ? and that he'd a sent up a purpose for to tell him as aunt Bessie
had a fit afore he went away. And Dick the joiner and the young man
from the forge would ha' it Roland was agone courtin' down to York,
and her name it were Mitchell, and she'd such cows and pigs to her
portion as niver were." (Indeed rumour, assisted by Joshua, had worked
so hard that it was only wonderful that Roland was not married already,
in public report, to " the lass t'other side York.")
Cassie was silent, taking the dry clothes from off the line. " And Dick
laughs and says, ' Ah, Roland's a deep un ; he's just kippin' away till he
sees whether yer uncle gies Cassie her aunt's money or no.' "
"I dunna believe that," said Cassie, with rising colour. "It's no
more like Roland than as a fish can fly."
"And then another he says as Roland were summat changeable, and
that ye must not trust to his father's son," said the lad, insisting on his
point, and quite unconscious of the sharpness of the thrusts which he was
driving into his sister's heart.
" I'm sure we've no reason for to think him changeable," answered
the poor girl, turning away as she clutched an armful of linen spasmodically
to her breast.
" Ye dunna know nowt about it, Cassie. How should ye ? They says
as how one time he were all so much for short-horns and sich like, and
now he's all for them heifers from Durham. Thee hastna seen him this
age ; how canst thee tell ?" said the lad, with an air of superiority, from
the top of the wall where he had perched himself, and picking off little
bits of stone and mortar, which he shied with great justness of aim at an
old sow in the straw-yard commanded from his lofty position. " I hit hur
that time i' th' left ear," added he, in an undertone, with a satisfied nod of
his head.
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It irritated poor Cassie's nerves to that degree to have her fate, as it
, and Roland's principles discussed in the intervals of the sow's com-
plaints, that she could not contain herself any longer. "You've a tore
poor Roland's character to rags among ye anyhow," she said, as an old
s lirt of her brother's came to pieces in her hands, which she had taken
oft* the line more vehemently than its age and circumstances demanded.
*• And I wunna stay for to hear ye ballaragging one as has iver been kind
and true to us all." And she went hurriedly back into the house with her
load of linen, her lips quivering and her eyes flashing, and with the
greatest difficulty restraining a great burst of tears.
V Well, surely ! " said the boy, wonderingly to himself, as he came down
f munis throne. " Whativer have she a took that so queer for? I've
a said nowt she should take amiss ! On'y warning of her like, and telling
cf her what they thinks at Youlcliffe, as is my duty. How's she to know
\ -hat's what an her brother doesna look arter her when feyther's no good
at all ?" soliloquized German to himself with much dignity, striding across
the cabbages with his hands in his pockets, and kicking an unotfendii g
1 ead of " early sprouts " from him as he spoke.
Still, though Cassie opposed outwardly a firm front to the enemy, she
Y.-as cut to the heart within, and her confident trust sank when she found
herself alone. The strife seems so unequal when you have only a con-
\ iction in your own mind to oppose to facts and general public opinion ; it
is like drawing supplies out of a single well, when your foes have the
command of a whole river. Her very modesty concerning herself made
her feel doubtful as to her claims upon Roland.
CHAPTER X.
How is THE KENT TO BE MADE ?
ALTHOUGH there was no doubt that Ashford might have gone to his sister-
in-law's funeral if he had been so minded, his excuse had been so far a
true one that he had really been sent for to speak to his landlord.
The present " squire " had inherited the estate towards the end of his life
from a spendthrift nephew, who had died after running through everything
1 ut the bare acres ; and in his old age he had not cared to leave his
comfortable square stone house in the capital city of the county — which in
those days was a sociable place, frequented during the winter months by
i lost of the aristocracy thereabouts — to come and dwell among these
iihospitable hills. He treated the property as a thing to get money out
(•f, and having been very comfortable, not to say rich, upon his small
annuity, was now persuaded of his extreme poverty on coming into a
large estate. He killed off the deer, cut down the timber, and would
have let the old house itself if he could ; but as no one could be found to
lore its somewhat dreary halls, he had turned it into an additional farm-
VOL. xvi. — NO. 91. 4.
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house, only reserving a couple of rooms for himself when he came there
on business.
Not a word, however, did Ashford vouchsafe to his family concerning
his interview at the great 'hall when he returned that evening. Ever since
the rent-day he had been even more moody and sullen than his wont,
snapping at his wife and snarling at his children ; but to-night his visit to
his landlord seemed to have brought things to a crisis. Everything that
was said and done served only to make matters worse, and at last he
became so insupportable that one by one they all took refuge in the
cheese-room under some pretence or other. The cheese was kept in the
" Bower-room," the apartment of ceremony at Stone Edge, which in its
time had evidently been beautifully fitted up ; the oak panelling still
remained on the walls, and a great projecting chimney-piece with coats
of arms and twisted monograms supported, by griffins, and " Lux tua vita
mea " engraved round a rude emblematic picture in the centre, set round
with rays of the sun, and a man standing beneath it in point of art much
like the forked radishes in Quarles' Emblems. Not a particle of furniture
remained in the room. An old pillion lay in one corner, on which Cassie's
mother used to ride behind her husband to Youlcliffe in happier days
(Lydia had never reached such a pitch of dignity, or even desired it),
while the floor was strewed with cheeses in different stages of perfection.
Lydia stood close up to the window, trying to catch the last gleams of
the fading light on the great blue stocking which she was mending, while
Cassie sat near her on a low cricket (a three-legged stool) which she had
brought in with her, and repeated sadly what German had told her,
pondering grievously over his words.
The secluded home in which she dwelt gave her so little clue to the
circumstances in which Roland's life was passed, that her imagination
almost refused to follow him among the perils of deep waters in which he
seemed to her to be engulfed. Right and wrong might be quite different
in the great world, as she thought it, in which he lived, as she put it
modestly to herself.
" Seems as if p'r'aps they mid ha a different pennyworth nor ourn
down i'th' town," she explained; " like as they has for pot-herbs and
cotton thread. What's worth a deal to us they think nowt on, and what
they'll pay money for is like weeds up here."
A woman is hard driven before she will allow even to herself that her
" friend " can be in the wrong. She will far rather accuse herself and her
own expectations as unreasonable.
"Nay, dearie," answered Lydia; "I canna think that. Right's
right, and wrong's wrong anywheres and anyhow, I tak' it. There's them
letters and things upo' th' chimbley. When the auld Squire Tracey, as
yer feyther talks sa mich about, were here t'other year, he read out and
'splained what they was. I canna well mind the words, but the meanin'
was as how God's light were to shine on our hearts for um to see plain,
like as the sun on one's path to walk right ; and 'twould nivir do an the
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light shined crooked and telled one man one way and another different. It
mid be a' right as Roland should wait for's father's leave, but if it's as they
savs at Youlcliffe, I tak' it he should mind and be clean off wi' thee, dearie,
afore he's on wi' another lass. That's what I should say to German an
he were so minded."
She smiled sorrowfully at the boy, who followed them into their
retreat and sat down on the floor near them, with his back against the
wall and his arms round his knees. He did not add much, however, to
th«; enlivening of the company, for he fell asleep almost immediately.
Tl.e women went on talking in a low voice.
" And how iver am I to know what he's thinkin' of now my aunt's
de id as could ha' axed me down to Youlcliffe ? I've got such an ache in
my heart wi' niver hearin' a word," said the poor girl, leaning her head
ag tinst Lydia, who put down her stocking and stroked her shining hair in
sil mce, as she revolved all sorts of combinations for their meeting in her
heid.
" And then it's so far for him to get here," Cassie went on. "It's
liks as if I were the cock upo' th' top o' Youlcliffe steeple. I mid a'most
as well be there or 'i th' moon for seein' or hearin' owt about any one."
" Sure thy uncle will be main glad to have thee, my darlin', afore
long ; and thy father canna well refuse him, and them so kind about thy
portion. We'll send in German happen in a bit to see what's stirrin'."
The lad woke up suddenly at the sound of his name.
" I think as I'd be a'most as well abed. I'm as weary wi' my out as
if I'd been shearing a' day. I mun go back to father, though. I havena
telled him yet what uncle Nathan bid me. I'd mebbe best do it at oncst
now, though he's uncommon queer to-night. I canna think what's took
him. It mun be summat as squire have a said."
The old man sat alone in the kitchen in sullen, moody misery. It was
a Bathetic sight, all the more because his isolation in his distress (whatever
it might be) was the doing of his own temper. Man seems to think it
absolves him from the burden of his pity to his fellow, to say it was his
own fault, as if it did not aggravate the wretchedness tenfold.
German stood at the door looking in at the dismal picture. He was much
afr lid of rousing the sleeping lion, but it was better to have it over ; there
was nothing to be gained by delay, and at last he walked straight up to his
fatier, and delivered Nathan's message in the fewest possible words. To
his surprise, Ashford made no observation whatever upon it. He simply
lift 3d up his bloodshot eyes and great overhanging eyebrows and fixed them
on his son. " Say that again, lad," he said, sternly. German repeated
th( words. His father listened intently, and then rose and went off to bed
in silence without an additional syllable.
All night, however, his mutterings kept his poor wife awake, bursting
oui sometimes into a rage of words. " I wunnot go, I tell 'ee. I've more
rig at nor he ; puttin' my own intil the land for so many year ! "
The next morning the trouble came out. " Cass," he said, as she
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looked in from the dairy, " I want to speak to ye. Stop the noise o' that
wheel d'reckly ; I tell ye it'll drive me cracked," he added, turning to his
wife, who was spinning. " Hear, both on ye. Th' auld squire " (with an
oath) "have a told me I shanna keep the farm arter Lady-day. I that
have a been on the land longer nor he, and am a better man nor he, ten
times over."
" But why, father ? " said Cassie, in a low voice. " He wouldn't do it
not for nothing."
" I've a bin a bit behindhand i'th' rent now this many year. I've
never got over that time wi' bad harvest as Joshuay choused me, and we've
a had two bad year sin', ye know. And now we mun go, bag and baggage,
out i' th' wide world, unless you give me that sixty- eight pound, Cass. By
right it were yer mother's, and I ought to ha' had it afore. I'll pay ye the
interest all right, and I'll gie my consent for yer marrin' o' that fool, the
son o' th' knave, and yer uncle Nathan says he wunna let yer hae the money
without, an ye choose it. If so be he'll take ye wi' nothing," he added
with a fierce grin ; " for it's my opinion he's only lookin' arter yer brass."
"He know'd nought about it when he ast her," said Lyddy stoutly,
treading the wheel of her spinning mechanically as she spoke.
"Nay, but he know'd Sally Broom's niece weren't likely not to come
in for summat good out o' th' pot. It ought to ha' been her mother's,
and it's mine by rights," he went on repeating violently, as if to mask his
own deed to himself.
"But it's Cassie's now, and she ought to hae it for her housekeeping
when she marries," said Lydia, boldly.
Old Ashford glared on her angrily.
"Ye shall hae the money, father, whether or no," put in Cassie,
gently. " I'll risk Koland takin' o' me."
To accept a favour gratefully and gracefully is a more difficult thing
than people fancy (I mean to teach it in my new and perfect system of
education). To receive an obligation heartily requires humility and gene-
rosity both. Old Ashford was neither grateful nor graceful, neither
humble nor generous, and a grunt was his only reception of his daughter's
gift, though he knew and she knew, and he knew that she knew, that
she would never see the money again.
" Ye mun go over, German, and see what's come o' Roland. Surely
he'll be back by now, and yer father canna fault ye after what he's
said but now," said Lydia, as they left the room, moved by the trembling
of Cassie's lips, though no sound came from them. " 'Twould be poor
work for thee to wed wi' one as had his eyes on thy pocket instead of upon
thee, dearie ;' but when all's said, 'tis nowt but folks' talk as we've a heerd
till now about un. We dunna know a "bit what he'd say for hissen,
poor lad."
" Anyhow, no one can't say he's lookin' after this world's goods an he
comes up to me now," said Cassie, determinedly, though her lips were
very white.
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German was sometimes now sent by his father, as his bones grew
suffer, to do his business, and he made his way over to Youlcliffe
a; soon as he could, with the best desire to do his sister's pleasure.
I-Ie rode boldly up to Joshua's house in the market-place, and hammered
for some time at the closed door, but he had been late in starting, and
a though he heard that Roland had returned from his journey to York he
somehow could not hit upon him. In answer to his inquiries Roland was
always " on'y just gone past," or " he's mebbe turned the corner, he were
h-31'e a minit back." Old Nathan was also absent, and there was no one
with whom he dared leave a message. Altogether his mission was a
failure. He had done his best, however, so that it was mortifying to see
Cassie shrugging her shoulders and twisting her hands together, though
she did not say a word, and even the implied blame of Lydia's reiterated
questions was trying. " What, ye couldn't find 'im anywhere i' th' town ?
nor yer uncle neither, — and ye couldn't hear on um ? "
" Thae women allus think they could ha' done it handier themselves,"
ho muttered to himself, " and it's very aggravating, it is, to a chap ! "
CHAPTER XI.
THE ONE-EYED HOUSE.
A DAY or two after old Bessie's funeral Roland returned to Youlcliffe. He
had been working his heart out trying to sound and set right that bottom-
less pit (to an honest man) his father's affairs ; and he found on his return,
after little more than three weeks, that his dear old friend was gone, and
he had not even been present to pay her the last respect. He now felt
sure that his father had purposely sent him on a fool's errand, and he
re rented doubly the being treated as a child, kept from home under false
pratences, taught to believe that he was doing his father a service when he
•svrs only helping to break his own heart. He was more angry and hurt
th:in Joshua could have conceived possible, and the annoyance did not go
ofl'. What might not Cassie think of his absence, of his having allowed
himself to be kept away at such a time ?
He went down to make his peace with old Nathan, whom he found
sitting dismally by the fire, as he looked ruefully at the vacant chair on
tho other side — he seemed ten years older.
"Nobody can't tell how bare and lonesome it is," said he, "now she
be gone. I've got a sorrow down my back-bone wi' thinkin' o' her." Then
after a long pause : "I want Bessie, I want my wife ! " said he with a
lov.d and bitter cry. What iver will I do wi'out her ! "
" You'll mebbe get o'er it, Master Nathan, after a bit. She were a well-
IrvLn' 'ooman, yer know, and for sure she's gone to glory, and all happy and
comfortable by now," observed Roland, with the best intentions towards
coi isolation.
" Ah, lad, you see it ain't you as have a lost her, it's easy talkin', — the
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heart knoweth its own bitterness, and it's him as wears the shoe as is
hurted by it. It's all day long and every day as I misses her ; and then
ye comes and tells me as she's gone to glory and all happy and comfortable
up there i' th' clouds ! I'm sure she ain't," said the old man with great
energy. " I'm sure as how she's a thinkin' * What's my old man a doin'
wi'out me ? and how's he a gettin' on all his lone ? ' and that'll fret her
and worrit her; and 'tain't reasonable to tell me she've a forgotten a' about
me, as she were alms fettlin' for and bustlin' about and humouring, any
more than I has about her. That's what I think," ended Nathan, passing
the back of his hard horny hand over his old wrinkled face, as a solitary
tear, more pathetic than a whole bucketful from younger eyes, rolled slowly
down his cheek.
Roland was silent ; and there are cases when silence is the best speech
and the truest consolation, — there are deeper and more eloquent expres-
sions of feeling than any that words can give. Nathan was soon placated
by it.
" Why wast thou not at the burying, lad ?" he said kindly, after a bit.
" My Bessie thowt a deal about thee. Thee should'st ha' made a shift to
get back for't."
" Tweren't by my own will, Master Nathan. My feyther 'd a sent me
after no end o' cattle and debts and coils and things t'other side York ;
and he somehow kep' it from me as he'd heerd she were ill that day afore
I went away. I niver know'd nowt till I come home."
" 'Twere just Joshuay all over," answered the old man. "It's a
kittle thing for to deal wi' such as he. I'd a took it into my head it were
along o' some sweetheart as thou'st a found i' those parts, thou wast biding
such a time away ; thy father went on telling sa mich about Mitchell's
daughter. I wish I'd a know'd thou wast a' right, I'd a made more o' a
struggle for thee along o' Cassie's portion. I've a set it down now in her
name. But I'd no power for to bind Ashford ; and 'twill hardly help thee
wi' him, he'll be so cockey now, whativer it may do wi' thy feyther.
You've got your handful with them two, Eoland. I were in too great a
hurry mebbe to pay the money ; but I couldn't abide as any one should
say I kep' what weren't mine. My Bessie used alms for to say I took too
much account o' what man could say o' me. Hur were a very wise 'ooman
were my Bessie," said the old man, shaking his head sadly ; " much wiser
nor me as sets up for it sa mich."
Roland went moodily home to his father's house, which stood back in
a corner of the irregular, uneven old market-place. The dwelling part
was over a sort of low stable opening on to the cattle-sheds, which had
another entrance from the close behind : a deep, dark stone archway
led into them, by which he could bring out his beasts to market when he
wished. The three rooms which the father and son inhabited were only
approached by an outside stone stair, making the house into a sort of
fortalice, which no one could enter without notice ; and this suited Joshua.
There was an unused garret lighted by a large round unglazed lucarne in
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the tall gable, which looked like a great hollow eye. Two of the windows
below had been walled up to save window-tax, as the rooms had a look-out
behind ; and .altogether the place had a grim closed-up look, and went by
the name of the " one-eyed house."
Joshua was standing upon his steps as his son came up.
" Well, Nathan have a kep' the money for 's life now, haven't he? "
said he, eagerly, hardly leaving room for Roland to pass.
" He set it in Cassie's name at Jones's yesterday," answered his son,
shortly, as he turned into the house, scarcely looking round.
Joshua started with a long whistle : it was so unlike what he would
have done himself that he could hardly believe it even now, and went
hastily away. He began to think that he had outwitted himself. In his
extreme dislike to the marriage he had determined in his own mind that
Nathan would never allow the money to go away during his lifetime.
His own affairs had reached such a pass that he would willingly have
obtained such a sum as Cassie's dower even at the sacrifice of his own ill-
will and temper, and now he had himself put his son out of the way of
securing it ! Moreover, he disliked the sort of armed peace of their inter-
course : it deranged his selfishness, if not his heart, it made the house
gloomy and uncomfortable, and he did not like being uncomfortable.
Having smoked the pipe of reflection in the little public he returned
into the kitchen about an hour afterwards. Roland had fetched in water
and coals, and done the various little household ''jobs" as usual; for
since his wife's death his father had resisted the entrance of any other
woman inside his doors. " We do a deal better by ourselves," he always
said whenever the subject came up ; "I dunno want any woman to come
potterin' and dawdlin' and gossipin' about. Roland's very handy." And
he did not spare his son.
He had soon finished his work out of doors ; there were but few cattle
now in the sheds to look after. Some rude sort of cookery for his father's
supper was going on, and he sat moodily over a pretence of fire, considering
his woes. Even if Joshua gave his consent, Ashford, now that his daughter
was an heiress, was less likely to allow the marriage than before in her
poverty. Chewing the cud of his bitter thoughts, and ingeniously torment-
ing himself with all the possible chances against his love, he sat with his
head in his hand, thinking sadly of his mother, of whom he had been
extremely fond. " She wouldn't ha' let feyther serve me so," he said to
himself. The poor woman had led a sad time of it with her husband ; she
was a " strivin' pious 'ooman," and a most tender mother to her only child,
and as long as her life lasted Joshua had been kept somewhat more straight,
but she had been dead three years, and Roland knew that the downward
course was becoming faster. His father's affairs began to weigh very heavily
on his mind. Until the journey to York he had been kept almost entirely
in the dark concerning them, but he could tell now how serious they were
becoming. There was particularly a tangled skein concerning Jackman the
horsedealer, which he could not unravel. Debts, bargains, " set-offs," and
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loans were all mixed together in Joshua's version of the affair in inextricable
confusion. He had vainly tried to come to some arrangement with the
fellow, and remembered particularly the unpleasant look on his face as he
saici^ — "You may tell your father as I shall come over soon for a
settlement."
" See thee, lad," said his father, coming up behind him suddenly and
taking him gently by the shoulder. * Fair play's a jewel, — sin' thy mind is
so set upo' this lass, if you choose to go in for her and ma' her lend me
this money her aunt left her gin yer married, I'm game — tho' it's a poor
creatur's daughter to wed wi'. Sammy Eliot's been here again outrageous
for's brass, and I dunna know where to turn for some."
" What, refuse Cassie when she'd nought, and offer for her fleece like
as if she were a sheep ! " said Roland, fiercely, in a tone which he had never
used to his father before. " I'm none so base ! "
" Well, ye may please yersen, it's your matter more nor mine.
The business and a' will fall through an this goes on ; but I'm getting an
old man, so p'r'aps it dunno sinnify. Why, I'd wed wi' the Devil's daughter
if so be she'd money, and bide wi' the old folk an I were you, Roland, and
wanted brass as we do now!" said his father, with a grin. And then a
little sorry to have shown his cards so plainly, he went on, ' ' And ye was
so sore set upo' the lass a while back, and thought no end o' her for a'
the fine things under the sun when I were t' other way, and now when
I'm come over, ye're so contrairy, like a woman as doesna know her
own mind ! "
He went out of the room as he spoke, and let the temptation work. It
is a very good plan to treat conscientious scruples as if they were mere
marks of weakness and indecision ; few can help being influenced more or
less bythe look which their deeds bear in the eyes of others.
CHAPTER XII.
THE DRUID'S STONES.
FOR a few days Roland was firm against the idea ; at the end of that time,
however, he heard that German had been inquiring for him. He dared not
go up to Stone Edge with his bad conscience about him, poor fellow. " She's
a rich 'ooman now," he muttered ; but he thought there would -be no
harm in lighting a fire on the rock. " Who knows whether she mightn't
look out ? " The first time nothing came of it, no one had seen his sign ;
the next night the wind blew out his fire ; but the third time German, as
he drove the cows home, saw the little pale blue column rising in the still
evening air, and went and fetched his sister and lit the return fire. The
original signal was suddenly trampled out, and German, as he watched it,
pointed this out, and said, with some compunction for his doubts as to
Roland's good faith, " He sees ourn, lass ; I shouldn't wonder if he'll be
here afore long."
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Eestless and uneasy, she hurried down to the house again to tell
L} dia.
" Sit thee down, dear child. Even if he be coming, he canna be up at
tho Stones for this hour welly an he had wings."
" Dunna stop me, dear, I canna bide still; let me go up there and
wait a bit ; 'twill do me good even he dunna come. I feel as if the room
were stiflin' o' me." Lydia said no more, but followed her up to the
BUI limit.
It was not often that the winds were still on that exposed point, but
this evening there was hardly a breath stirring, as the shadows gradually
sank over the magnificent view at their feet. Folds of hill, deep clefts in
the rock, open dales with the blue river tracing out its own course, and
caiching golden reflections on its windings here and there ; beyond all, the
purple moors, which stretched without a break, it was said, right on over
th( border.
At the foot of the great dark stones which had seen such strange
sights in their youth, grim, grey, and terrible in themselves and their
recollections, sat the two women, in perfect silence. Cassie had clasped
he]- arms round her knees and laid her head upon them, till Lydia, in the
dumb pain of seeing such self-concentration, lifted it up without speaking,
and laid her own head there. The movement broke the spell of silent
griof, and she burst into tears.
" Suppose it should be as father and they all says ? " she sobbed.
" One 'ud think if he'd cared he might ha' come back frae York or sent a'
that time I were wi' aunt Bessie ; he mun ha' knowed I should be there."
Lydia soothed and petted her. " I'm hoping as he'll soon be here,
my darlin', and once ye can see intil each other's eyes mebbe all will be
plain." And then in terror lest old Ashford should miss them from their
work and come out after them, she whispered, " I'll send German to thee,"
and went off in haste.
The shadows fell darker and darker as the afterglow departed, but a
gre.it bank of magnificent fleecy clouds, heaped in masses many thousand
feel high, and tinged with gorgeous sunset hues, moved in stately proces-
sion across the valley. The sun set, the earth grew dim, but their lofty
emnences caught the rays long after the world was in shadow, till at last
the r splendid tints died away into a hectic paleness like that of Mont
Blanc himself when left by the sun's light.
It was so striking that Cassandra's attention was diverted, and she
wai ched the. death-like change as a sort of omen with a deep sigh, when
behind her she heard a motion and turned suddenly', for " the Stones "
had a bad name as an eerie place, though she was fearless of such things
at that moment. It was only Roland, out of breath with his rush up
the hill.
She sprang up and he seized both her hands, but somehow the
tho ight of the mean bargain he was sent there to drive, threw a constraint
ovc: his manner which Cassandra saw immediately and felt keenly.
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"I wanted to see yer — to tell yer"' — she began, constrainedly too.
" Have yer heard, Roland," she added, more naturally, " that my uncle
have a paid me the sixty- eight pounds ? and I wanted to say that th' ould
squire will ha' his back rents, and so feyther mun take it to pay him wi'.
You know it were my mother's by right, and so he ought to ha' had it
before," she repeated mechanically. " But he'll gie his consent, happen
you'll take me without it," said the poor girl with a tearful smile.
" Oh, Cassie! and my father's sent me up to say I may marry thee an
thou'lt lend him the money ! " groaned Roland, leaving hold of her hands.
The poison of mistrust had entered into poor Cassie's soul, and she
shivered within herself: "I niun let my own father hae what I hae
got," she said aloud gravely.
Nature had endowed Cassandra with a most imperial presence not at
all matching the tender heart within, and as she turned away with her
majestic manner, repeating, " There's no one else has a right to't," poor
Roland's soul sank within him. He had no courage to explain that he knew
he could not and ought not to leave his father. It was not so much that
it was quite impossible for Joshua to get on at all without some one he
could rely on to look after his affairs, and attend to the cattle and horses
as they were bought and sold, but that deep in his heart was the con-
viction that the love of his son was the only tender point in the unscrupu-
lous Joshua's character, and that it kept him from some evil things. Yet
such a house could only be bearable to Cassie if she came with his father's
full consent ; he could not even think otherwise of asking her to live with
them. All this trembled on his lips, but found no expression ; it sounded
to him too bald and cold to put into words, to sacrifice her thus, as it
were, to one so little worthy ; and poor Cassie, after waiting a moment
for him to say more, for the word which she had predetermined must
vindicate him from her father's taunt, turned away with the outward self-
control which her life of trial had taught her.
" Ye'r not goin' to leave me so," said poor Roland passionately. She
turned irresolutely for a moment, and he seized her in his arms and kissed
her hands, her shoulders, eveiything but her lips, fervently; but she drew
herself away, when still he said no more, and moved quietly towards
German, who was standing waiting for her by the rude stone -wall which
fenced in the wild bit of moor-land where stood the Druid's temple,
and went off silently into the grey evening.
" She haven't even looked round," said the poor fellow, flinging his
arms over his head and turning headlong down the steep hill-side.
Cassandra went straight into the house with a fixed expression in her
face which frightened Lydia's anxious heart ; but words there were none,
and she seemed glad to occupy herself by obeying her father's impatient
demands for bread-and-cheese and beer. Only once, as she and Lyddy
met in the dark passage that led to the kitchen, she whispered in answer
to a loving pressure of her hand, —
" His father sent him to chaffer for the money hissen."
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" Not for hissen 1 "
Lydia's incredulous tone was balm to the poor girl's heart. Later,
when each had retired to rest and all the house was still, Lydia crept
quietly to the upper chamber where Cassie abode. She had thrown
herself, half kneeling half sitting, on a low box at the foot of her little bed,
her face hidden on her outstretched arms. Lydia knelt down by her in
silence and put her arms round her waist.
"And that he should ha' cared for me only so long as he hoped
I'd brass to gie him," she said with a quivering sob.
" I dunnot b'lieve it," said Lyddy.
" Then why didn't he say he'd marr' me, pounds or no pounds ? " said
poor Cassie, anxious to be contradicted.
''Dear heart, I weren't there, I canna speak to it. Mebbe he canna
manage other wi' that old rogue his father. But he'd surely not ha' come
nigh thee now an it werena false about the Mitchell lass — and we wunna
give up one as has a been good and true till now an we ha' more
knowledge nor this. And now get to bed, my darlin'. I munna ha'
thee sick." And before she left her she had seen her laid in her little
white nest.
But in the middle of the night Lydia rose gently and went to see how
her child fared. Her tall white figure looked so spirit-like, in the light
which the late moon poured through the low window, that Cassie gave
a little cry as she entered.
" Oh, Lyddy dear, I'd a been prayin' so hard that God A'mighty
would make all straight and bring us thegether agin, that I'm sure it'll
come to pass ; it seemed to me as though I'd wrestled and won, and then
I thought thee wast the angel happen come to tell me so. Dost thou not
think we get what we pray for with all our hearts ? "
Lydia's mild eyes were clouded, and as Cassie urged her again, she
answered. " Yes, I believe that God gives his blessing on all earnest
prayer. Sleep, dearie — take thy rest now."
The next day Cassandra was apparently cheerful and relieved; she
went about in the triumph of her belief: but the day after her spirit
nagged again, and a restless depression came over her which struck deep
into Lydia's heart. In the afternoon, as she sat before the never-ending
heap of mending which she generally took on herself — as Cassie " never
could abide" sitting still — the poor girl went in and out in a sort of aimless
tidying of what was already spotless neatness, as if she could only keep her
mind quiet by perpetual motion of her limbs. At last she came and leant
over the back of Lydia's chair, so that she might not see the working of
her face.
" Lyddy, you b'lieve in prayer ? "
" Yes, dearie, or I should lay me down and die."
" Nay, I dunna mean that. I mean as how if we pray fervently we git
vvhat we ask," she repeated anxiously.
" Dear lass t' other night when thee spoke on't, my thoughts was like
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this skein — tangled, and I couldna speak what was in niy heart. I think
it's o' this wise, but we're poor creeturs to understan' Him as the heavens
cannot contain. Mebbe thou didst na heed last Sabbath, i' th' churchyard,
Farmer Jones, as is new churchwarden, said as how he'd put up parson
to hae a prayer for fine weather — for, says he, ' My sister throwed it at me
as they was a prayin' for it at Hassop, and I don't see but how we've
as good a right as they has to a prayer.' And young Eliott he ups and
says, ' Oh, they're prayin' at Hassop for fine weather, be they ? that's
because their hay's down. I was wi' my uncle at Toad-i'-th'-Hole last
Sabbath — 'tain't a mile off t'other side the road — and they was a prayin'
for rain, cos theirn's up, and they're such farmers for turmits. How's
God A'mighty to serve 'ein both, I wonder : rain one side road, shine
t' other ? ' And I thought to myself that even He'd be rare put about
to do this and not do it i' th' same place as 'twere. And that it were
more like as how He'd just gie um what was right for um, wi'out mindin'
what they axed ; that what they had to pray for was to be content either
way. Seems to me wi' my own baby I'd ha' gi'en him what was right
wi'out waiting to be axed, and if he prayed and cried ever so I wouldn't
gie him what were wrong for him, and that he ought to trust me to do
right by him. Dear heart, don't He know much better nor we what we
want ? * His will, not mine,' said even the greatest. Suppose He gied thee
what thee wanted because thee axed, thou'st be 'sponsible as it were, not
He. Would thou dare to take thy will so ? "
Cassie was silent.
" I've tried it, my dearie, and found what stubble before the wind 'twere.
I prayed God for another child — oh, Cassie, how I prayed, and the more
I prayed the more miserable I grew ; and one morning before light as I
sat. up in bed and wrestled like Jacob, I saw the words, ' My grace is
sufficient for thee,' writ up as in fire i' th' air (they'd been i' th' chapter
I'd read last thing at night, but I didna mark them), and I knew my prayer
were answered ; but 'twere by the resting of my longing heart, the bendin'
o' my will to His, not His to mine."
Cassandra looked down on the pale upturned face and knew that
these were no words, but the experience of one purified by fire of affliction ;
the face was rapt like a saint's. " But then I'm so much older than
thee," she added, with a sad smile.
And Cassie seized her in one of her impulsive passionate embraces and
went off without a word. It was difficult indeed to believe that there
was only three years' difference between the two : the one with all the
overflowing life, the impulse, and rich hopes and imaginations- of youth ;
the other with every wish and thought chastened by sorrow and under strict
control. But the greatest contrasts often make the strictest friendships,
so long as one is as it were the complement of the other.
Cassie was quieter and better next day, and went about her cheese-
making — no doubt cheese is a great help when one is crossed in love.
It is much more so, for instance, than lounging in an armchair with somo
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ugly worsted- work, and then taking " an airing "in a carriage ; but still,
tiough this was a consolation in which old Ashford was not likely to
stint her, the breaking of her love fell heavy on poor Cassie's bright and
sunny nature. In youth one thinks that no such misfortune has ever
happened to any other human being before, and it therefore seems strange
to be marked out for peculiar suffering. Later in life one realizes the
woes of others in a wider range of sympathy, and the personal grief, though
no less painful, seems less bitter as a drop in the vast ocean of man's
suffering. She wandered often up to the great grave old stones, as if she
could collect there the lost pieces of her broken happiness. The wind
v as sharp and the cold nipping, as the winter drew on, but she seemed to
find a sort of comfort there.
CHAPTER XIII.
MARKET-DAY AT YOULCLIFFE.
OLD Nathan was so indignant when he heard what Cassie had done that
he sent her word by Nanny that he would not let her come near his house.
' She shouldna ha' had the money to waste un so, an I could stop it,"
s;iid he. " What's the use o' thrift I'd like to know ? And to ha' a'
them good pounds as me and Bessie have a spared these long years just
flung away like as if they was dirt, along o' Ashford' s muddlin' ways, it's
e aough to make one mad. They might all one hae been throwed into the
bury-hole for a' the good they'll do him too. A fool and his money's
soon parted."
Indeed the universal disapprobation was so great, that it seemed as if
tl ie poor girl had committed some great fault in giving up every halfpenny
she had in the world and her hopes of happiness with it ; and Ashford was
more intolerably cross even than usual, when she came down with him to
s:"gn the paper necessary for her father to get the money. But gratitude is
a capricious product, which must not be overladen, or, like the camel, it
•« ill refuse to move at all. If you give up your life or your fortune, ten
to one the burden is too heavy, and its reply is poor and grudging, while
a handful of flowers or a bunch of grapes will produce an extravagant
a nount of thankfulness. Wordsworth indeed declares that "the gratitude
o:' man has oftener left him mourning" than its reverse. But people are
g:ateful in proportion to the pleasure they receive ; not according to the
value of the gift or the sacrifice to the giver. It is as in the great scheme
of the world: mistake, failure are punished quite irrespective of " good
intentions." The universe has no time for good intentions.
So though poor Cassie was giving up her all, old Ashford knew that
ii was pouring water into a sieve, and did not feel in the least grateful.
Only in her case she did it with her eyes open, quite simply, as the only
liing possible, and expected neither gratitude for herself nor much good
f« T him.
70 STONE EDGE.
Her father had taken her down to Youlcliffe on a pillion behind him.
" That's how yer mother used to go afore ye," said the old man. He was
not quite sure himself, however, whether this mode of progression was in
order to do her honour, or to ensure her safe return with any dangerous
meetings. Let him have the benefit of the doubt. The old mare objected,
however, so much to the double burden, and went so slowly, that by the
time they reached the beginning of the lone moor it fell dark. " Ye mun
walk, Cass, while I lead the mare," said Ashford. As she stumbled
along the deep ruts of the track across the dark and desolate moor, she
saw the little glimmer, like a glowworm, of the candle which Lydia
had set high up in the front window of the old hall to help to guide
them on their road home. It shone steadily, though faintly, on their
dreary way.
" There ain't as much hope in my love as 'ud make the light of yon
candle," said the poor girl to herself; "but it ain't quite dead either.
How far it do shine, for sure," she added gratefully for the omen.
There was no communication whatever with Youlclifie possible for
either Cassie or German during the next two or three months. Ashford's
rheumatism was better, and he insisted on going himself whenever there
was anything necessary to be done there.
The time for paying his rent came on only too quickly for the old
farmer. It always took place just after market-day, for the convenience of
many of the squire's tenants, and German drove down some sheep and
a calf to Youlclifie early in the morning, the sale of which was to make up
the rent along with poor Cassie's money.
It was a stormy black day, with gusts of sleet and drizzle at intervals
which promised to become worse — cold, dark, and disagreeable as was
Ashford's temper that morning. He rode down himself, and sent his son
home as soon as the cattle were safe in the market.
Everything seemed to go wrong with him : when he went up to receive
the money belonging to Cassie, the lawyer through whose hands it passed
greeted him with, " So you're taking your daughter's portion, I hear?"
As he came out of the door, thrusting the notes into his pocket and
swearing terribly, he almost ran against the hated Joshua — who, however,
turned quickly up an alley, as if to get out of his way ; and Ashford went
back to the narrow irregular old grey market-place, where at that moment
a great brown mass of cattle, sheep, and pigs were swaying and surging
hither and thither, lowing and bleating and screeching in every variety of
sound of fright and distress, to which no one paid the smallest heed.
In the midst rose a tall mutilated stone cross, set on a high square
flight of steps. The unobjectionable shaft was all that was left : the arms
had been broken off by pious Puritans, apparently that their protest against
all the cruelty and suffering that was going on below might not be seen.
The gospel of mercy to beasts has hardly yet been preached. The Church of
Home did her best for them, most unsuccessfully, by giving them a saint all
to themselves to look after them, and appointing a day for their blessing af?
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Bome, — with what effect the Catholic cruelties of Spain and Naples show.
In England the Puritans almost took the other tack : the infliction of pain
was never wrong in their eyes ; and, as Lord Macaulay says, they objected
to bull-baiting, not because it gave pain to the beasts, but because it gave
pleasure to the men. We have been no better than our neighbours, and
it is curious how entirely we have forgotten that cock-fighting and bull-
baiting lasted well into this century. But however this may be, market-
day at Youlcliffe was not a pleasant sight. A great drove had come in from
Scotland, which added to the confusion and press. From time immemorial
they had always been driven across the moors, camping out every night
without paying anything : but the cultivated land had gradually encroached
on the waste ; and the drover, in a loud, harsh, Scotch accent, was declaim-
ing on his wrongs, — how, where last year was open heather, he had found
stone-walls enclosing fields, and, horror of horrors, had had to pay a pike !
He evidently thought the ruin of a country which enclosed its moors must
be near at hand.
'Jit's a real shame," he shouted, "a spoilin' o' puir honest bodies
ganging o' their lawfu' traffic."
" I dunno see why we should spend our brass a makin' rowads for you
to mar un, and kip youm in your pockets," said a shrewd local. There
was much to be said on both sides in such a cause.
The bystanders were listening to the dispute. There was a greater
abundance than usual of stock of all kinds, and Ashford did not get the
attention he thought he ought or the price he expected for his sheep.
"Why, Joshua Stracey have a sold two in the last hour, and got
more nor that" said an ill-looking fellow, a sort of horsedealer, who
stood by.
" He cheated me, and he's like to ha' cheated you," shouted the
old man.
" That mayna be althegether the same thing," said the fellow, taunt-
ingly. " Ye may hoodwink the craw, but hardly the kestrel ; but it werena
me that bought un."
Ashford threw him an angry answer, and went on.
But the negotiations for the calf were quite as stormy with the next
purchaser. They were only haggling over a few shillings, but the stranger
stood by, and managed to throw in a dash of bitterness which delayed
them when they were nearly agreed, and the quarrel grew more and
more furious.,
" Well, come in, and let's ha' a glass of yale, and ha' done wi' it," said
the buyer, at last wearied out. " It's getting quite late ; it's nigh on four
o'clock."
The public, with its sanded floor and great old open fire-place, looked
very tempting, though a wet circle of rain stood round every new-comer.
The fire-light shone on the pewter pots and gleamed on the rows of plates
on the dresser, and there was a fiddle going at intervals : an unorthodox
innovation, over which Nathan, who had formerly been the owner, shook
72 STONE EDGE.
his head severely whenever he heard it mentioned. " It warn' t nivir so
in my day, and comes to no good," said he.
Within this charmed circle the company sat, " o'er all the ills of life
victorious ; " and the dark night and cold gusts of rain without seemed
to grow less and less pleasant to face as the time went on. Moreover,
the dear delights of quarrelling, for those who enjoy that exercise like old
Ashford, are not easily foregone.
Even the mollifying effects of ale and the money for the calf did not
put an end to it. The horsedealer would not let Ashford alone, and
the old farmer went on doggedly drinking glass for glass and answering
taunt by taunt.
" I'll bet ye anything ye please you'll not sell that lot o' heifers for
nothing like what ye giv' for 'um."
"And what business is that o' yourn, I'd like to know? they're as
good beasts as iver was bred, and '11 fetch their money anywhere."
" Arena ye coming, Ashford? ye rnun make haste ; it's coming on to
blow, and 'twill be a dark night," said Buxton, who belonged to the farm
nearest Stone Edge, and had arranged to ride back with him and a third
farmer. " Three's better nor one along that lonesome road ; you'd best
come home wi' me and Antony."
" I'm old enough to know what's best mysen," said Ashford, on whom
the ale began to tell.
The horsedealer went on baiting him. " And how much did ye get for
the dun cow ? Twenty pund ? No, nor the half on it ; them cows here is
of a very poor breed."
"I canna wait any longer, Ashford," said the farmer; "we mun be
going."
" I'm comin' arter ye ; get along," said he angrily, and by this
time half- tipsy. " I know well enough what I'm about. Ye won't
catch old Ashford tripping," he added, with drunken pride. "I'll catch
ye up afore ye're at the Windy Gap," and he returned to his quarrel
and his beer.
At this moment Joshua looked in at the door and asked for a glass of
gin — then, pointing with his thumb at Ashford, who sat with his back to
the door, made signs that he would return. " There's been rowing enough
to-night," he said in a low voice ; " a body canna speak wi' him i' th'
road. I'll come back for 't when he's flitted."
In a few minutes the horsedealer got up and went out to fetch his
horse, saying, " The cob will ha' hard work to get to Hawkesley ; 'twill be
an awful night for man and beast."
And old Ashford suddenly seemed to bethink himself how the short
twilight was closing in, that he had a large sum of money about him, and
six miles of lonely road before him. It seemed to sober him at once.
Buxton had not been gone above a quarter of an hour, when he rose and
hurried to the stable for his horse. He was a long time fumbling over it,
however. The bridle was mislaid : he swore at the ostler, but it was
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several minutes before it could be found, and nearly dark before he
smarted ; and then he waited a few minutes more for a man who was going
part of the same way : the road, however, forked off a mile or so from the
town — his companion took the other turn, and he rode on alone,
" I were the biggest fool i' th' market," muttered Ashford to himself,
as he felt for the roll of notes in one breast-pocket and the bag of sove-
reigns in the other, and rode on in the increasing darkness. The sleet was
driving in his face and the wind rising — the old mare going slower as the
weather grew worse and he urged her more.
'"'I shanna catch them up nohow; how could I be such an ass?"
thought he. He was still a strong man, and his cudgel was heavy, but
his bones were growing stiff, as he knew. The old mare went sliding on
through the thick mud and the streams which poured down the road, and
at one place came to a dead halt. He listened, and thought he heard
horses' steps ahead, and pressed on, hoping it might be Buxton, but his
progress was slow.
He had reached a dark part of the road, where the trees, leafless
though they were, shut out even the little that remained of the dim
e/ening light. The mare stumbled over a big stone, which must have been
placed there on purpose, in the bed of a watercourse which crossed the
road, and over which the torrent was rising. Before he recovered himself
he had received a violent blow from behind on the back of his head. He
turned stoutly to defend himself, but his foot had been jolted out of the
siirrup with the stumble ; a second blow 'disabled his arm, and in another
minute he was dragged off his horse, while the cudgel was descending a
third time.
74
C00Iie labour miir (foalie
THE pressing and increasing cry for field- labour in our intertropical
colonies and dependencies, and in other countries lying within or adjacent
to the tropics, has turned the attention of cultivators and of governments
to that available supply which, under the comprehensive name of Coolies,
embraces the yellow- skinned men of China and the darker races of India.
The production of sugar, cotton, coffee, rice, and tobacco is so dependent
for the future on Oriental labourers, who must take the place of, or at
least supplement, the African negro, diminished in numbers and no longer
economical in husbandry, that Europeans have ceased to regard the
subject of coolie labour with apathy, and feel the sincere interest which
arises when the supply of accustomed comforts is endangered.
In presenting the following particulars and statistics relating to coolie
labour and immigration, we have availed ourselves largely of the enlight-
ened reports furnished to the Hawaiian Government by Dr. Hillebrand,
the commissioner despatched by that government to travel in China, India,
and through other regions whence a supply of labour might be expected.
We commence with the Chinese emigrants.
The principal ports from which coolies are drawn are Hong Kong,
Macao, Canton, Amoy, and Swatow. Emigration from the North of
China has been attempted, but without success. The Northern Chinese
are greatly attached to their homes, poor and miserable as these are, and
they look with suspicion upon any proposal which would remove them
from, their accustomed haunts. The French Government endeavoured to
induce the peasantry to emigrate by issuing advertisements, with detailed
conditions, in some of the principal Northern cities ; but their invitations
produced no effect on the population. Bonded coolies are demanded by
and deported to the following places, which are arranged in the order of
their importance and urgency of demand : — To Peru, to Cuba, to the
British West Indies (principally Demerara and Trinidad), to Dutch Guiana,
to Tahiti, to India, and to Java. The coolie trade to Peru and to Cuba
is entirely in the hands of private contractors — Peruvians, Spaniards,
Portuguese, and French. It is carried on entirely from Macao, with the
exception of one establishment at Canton, that of a Frenchman, who ships
to Havana.
There are at Macao six or eight depots, from which about 30,000 to
40,000 coolies are shipped every year to Peru and Cuba. The coolies
are furnished to the depots by recruiting-agents, Chinese or Portuguese,
many of them men of very disreputable character, and not a few more
COOLIE LABOUR AND COOLIE IMMIGRATION. 75
than. suspected of being connected with piracy. It is almost needless to
remark that they resort to most unscrupulous means for obtaining recruits.
The firms in Macao which they supply are very well aware of their
character ; but the demand for coolies is too active to allow them to
inquire particularly into the means employed to obtain them. The laws
regulating the trade enacted by the government at Macao are fair and
humane, but they are habitually disregarded or evaded. One salutary
regulation exists, that all intending emigrants shall have free ingress and
egress at the depots till two days previous to their sailing ; but it is well
understood in Macao that no Chinaman once entering the depot will leave
it again before his departure. Recruiting under these circumstances is
very unpopular, difficult, and dangerous. It is also, as a consequence,
expensive. Coolies delivered at a Macao depot cost the trader from 35 to
70 dollars each, head-money. The number of ships at the disposal of the
Macao traders is limited, English and American ships being forbidden to
carry Macao coolies, and it being seldom that German vessels can be
iiduced to engage in this service. Freights are therefore high. The
ships employed are under military equipment and discipline, somewhat
resembling English convict-ships ; the coolies on board them are only
allowed an airing on deck by squads of twenty to forty together, and the
vhole proceeding resembles the middle-passage in its general features ;
lut the coolies being far less submissive than negroes, revolts and
mutinies frequently occur.
Suicides are common, and the mortality is very great, averaging as
1 igh as 25 per cent. A frightful disaster happened in April, 1866, when
£50 Chinamen were burned to death on board the ship Napoleon Canavero,
ia a conflagration purposely kindled by some mutineers. During the eight
Months, from August, 1865, to April, 1866, no less than sixteen cases of
mutiny — many of them having very serious results — were reported in Hong
Kong papers ; all but two of them having occurred on board ships sailing
ii'oin Macao. These circumstances tend to raise the price of a Macao
coolie. At Callao they are " sold " at an average price of 300 dollars,
j^nd at Cuba they often " fetch " 500 dollars/1' The contracts run for
• dght years. The Macao coolies are all males, no women being ever
; ;hipped there ; the men are selected entirely for physical qualities. It is
piite a relief to turn from this account to the ameliorated system pursued
inder the agency of the British West India colonies in Canton. A depot
s there established large enough for the reception of several hundred
3migrants at a time. The present agent receives a standing salary.
S"o head-money is permitted, and no contractors are dealt with. The
ostablishment is conducted according to the laws and regulations of
ohe British Government, and is placed under the supervision of the regular
* We leave these naive expressions, which may have escaped unperceived from
Dr. Hillebrand's pen, without other comment than inverted commas. They are
sufficiently suggestive of some unexpressed truths lying behind the details of " free
ooolie labour."
7G COOLIE LABOUR AND COOLIE IMMIGRATION.
consular authorities. The doors of the depot remain open, and the
emigrants are free to go in or out till the day before their sailing. Ships
are despatched only during the north-east monsoon. Single-decked vessels
are alone employed, and not more than 500 coolies are sent in a ship of1
1,300 tons. The average length of the voyage is from 86 to 120 days;
and the mortality ranges from !£ to 2£ per cent. The entire cost of the
coolies, when landed in Trinidad or Demerara, is from 23Z. to 26J. for each
individual. 30 per cent, of women are sent from Canton. These receive
a bonus of 20 dollars, and are not bound by any contract to work. The
planter who takes the husband takes the wife with him, pays her cost, and
maintains her. The colonial governments which conduct the immigration
business defray one-third of the expense from the public treasury, and the
planters pay an even rate for men and women. In the colonies mentioned,
both Chinese and Indian labourers are employed. The colonists seem
hitherto to have been well satisfied with the mixed emigrants ; but of late
the question has been under discussion whether it would not be desirable
for the future to draw the whole supply from China, a rise being anticipated
in the cost of labourers from India.
Surinam and the whole of Dutch Guiana stand next in precedence in
the demand for coolies from China. These colonies established an agency
in 1863 or 1864, and have drawn probably up to the end of 1865 from
1,500 to 2,000 coolies. A return passage is secured to these emigrants,
also the right of changing their masters. The rate of mortality during
their transport does not usually exceed 2£ per cent ; and women and
children accompany the men. Letters from Surinam express entire satis-
faction with these emigrants.
Tahiti drew, in 1865-66, 500, and was continuing to import them.
Very satisfactory accounts of them have reached Hong Kong from Tahiti,
and from London, where the chief office of the company is established
which has entered exclusively on the cultivation of cotton and sugar in
Tahiti. This emigration is carried on by the same agency that acts for
Surinam, but no women are sent to the South Pacific.
It is a remarkable fact that India should have entered the Chinese
labour-market. In 1863, 3,000 Chinese coolies were sent from Hong
Kong to Bombay to be employed on railroads. They were supplied through
the agency of an English mercantile house in Hong Kong ; they proved,
however, so turbulent that they were returned before their term of contract
expired. Nevertheless, the directors of a company formed for draining
extensive marshes in the Sunderbunds contemplate introducing some 6,000
labourers from China for that work. It must be borne in mind with
regard to India, that Calcutta and Bombay are themselves the principal
marts of the labour-export from India to other countries.
Java again, although it has a population of thirteen millions, has sent
to China for labourers to complete the first railroad in the island. During
Dr. Hillebrand's visit to Hong Kong in April, 1865, the Dutch Government
employed a commercial firm there to secure at least 5,000 men. Besides
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these contract- exported coolies, there has been a steady voluntary emigra-
tion for many years from China to the Straits Settlements and all the
islands of the Indian Archipelago, in most of which the Chinese monopolize
the petty trade, and also perform a large proportion of the agricultural
labour. There is also a steady influx of Chinese to Australia and
California, and in California the railroad work is being monopolized by
them, in spite of a violent prejudice against their race. Dr. Hillebrand
thinks it also probable that the Chinese labourer will very shortly have
made his entrance into the cotton and cane fields of the Southern States
of the American Union.
The foregoing facts show the great importance of the Chinese labourer,
Irunble as is his position or his individuality. He supplants the Malay or
tie negro : outdoes the Javanese and the Hindoo in their own countries,
where wages do not average above 5 rupees per month ; and he even begins
tc rival the white man in his own .domain. There must be some potent
reason for this preference, which overbalances the great moral defects
inherent in the Chinese coolie. One point seems established, that their
labour is more profitable than that of other races, except the negroes in
si ivery, and even that exception is not universal. It is of course unavoid-
able that any country importing coolies to a large extent will have a certain
pi oportion of bad characters ; especially as China is disorganized and
demoralized by many years of civil war. The Chinese are, on the whole,
peaceable and orderly, but their natural character is very different from the
negro or Polynesian. They are tenacious of their rights, quick in temper
ard ready to fight, and accustomed to see death and suffering with indiffer-
erce. In Hawaii, coolies are anxiously desired for the sake of their labour ;
though, owing to some atrocious crimes having been perpetrated by them
there, there is among the non- employers of labour a considerable prejudice
against them. Dr. Hillebrand is strongly persuaded of the extreme im-
portance to other countries of coolie labour, and enters minutely into the
pi ins for procuring it, securing a good quality of labourers, testing their
capacity, avoiding fraud, regulating the expense, &c. He strongly urges
the desirableness of importing women as well as men, considering that
upon the association of the sexes greatly depends the difference between
th )ir condition and that of slaves. At the same time he perceives that this
introduces a special difficulty in the choice of the men, healthy married
W( 'men being preferable to others ; but he mentions as disappointing to
planters the ugliness and low stature of Chinese women of the labouring
clj.'sses, accustomed to domestic drudgery and to field-work from their
eadiest childhood.
Passing now to the other great emporium of labour, coolies are imported
from India to Ceylon, Bourbon, Mauritius, Demerara, Trinidad, St. Kitts,
Santa Lucia, Jamaica, the Danish colony of St. Croix, and the French
West India islands. Emigration to all these places is conducted by agents
of the respective countries, except to Ceylon, to which island the flow is
spontaneous.
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Labourers can be drawn from India only under special treaty engage-
ments by the several governments of the importing countries, Great Britain
being exceedingly watchful over the rights of its Indian subjects, securing
for them every possible guarantee for good treatment and fair dealing, and
insisting on a free return passage for them or a commutation thereof in
money. Dr. Hillebrand accords great praise to the Indian Government for
the care and attention which is bestowed on this subject, and he was struck
by the minuteness of the regulations issued by the Secretary for India and
all the details bearing on the condition of the coolie.
The number of railroads to be constructed in India, the many fresh
agricultural enterprises undertaken there, and the increasing tea and cotton
cultivation, promise, however, so great and increasing a demand for labour,
that in spite of the difference of wages obtainable elsewhere compared
with the low payment in India, a feeling is rising there against the
emigration of coolies, and there is an apparent probability of a rise in
prices of exported labour. Labourers for the tea districts of Assam and
Cachar are recruited from the low countries on both sides of the Ganges —
from the hilly country south of Behar, and in less numbers from Nepaul.
These coolies are shipped at the rate of from 1,500 to 2,000 a month.
Their engagement is for three years, and they are paid 5 rupees a month,
nine hours being reckoned the working day. A daily task is, however,
generally assigned to them such as an ordinary labourer could accomplish
in nine hours, and for what they do above that they receive extra payment.
They are carried by railroad to Kooshtee, and thence in boats up the river,
the voyage occupying from two to three weeks. The labourers drawn from
the countries along the Ganges are low-caste Hindoos, not particularly
strong or muscular, but hardy and accustomed to labour, and they bear
the voyage well. The best of these are from the district of Shahabad.
Those from the hill country, comprising the districts of Chotanagpore,
Palamow, Ramgurh, Singbhoom, Dalbhoom, and Manbhoom, belong to
various tribes of Koles, Sontals, and Dnuggurs. They are very dark and
rather small, with a strongly developed thorax. They have lower fore-
heads, broader faces, and flatter noses than the Hindoos, and somewhat
coarse hair. They are dirty in habit and very low in civilization, have no
particular religion, and though docile and willing to work, they bear the
voyage very badly. The mortality amongst them on journeys to the tea
districts has been 20 to 25 per cent., and has even risen as high as 80 per
cent, on a voyage to the Mauritius, on which account the planters there
now refuse to take them, although they would otherwise choose them,
especially as these coolies preferred remaining on the island at the expira-
tion of their term of service to returning to India.
The coolies from Nepaul are considered too fiery and independent for
use in agriculture, and they resent corporal punishment. They are of the
Thibetan branch of the Mongolian race, and very similar to the Chinese.
For recruiting labourers native officers are employed, and on being brought
to Calcutta, the coolies are maintained at the depot till the required
COOLIE LABOUE AND COOLIE IMMIGRATION. 79
number is made up. They are then provided with everything necessary —
clothing, provisions, bunks, medical attendance, &c. The expense up to
the time of shipment, and apart from clothing, is from 21 to 25 rupees for
each person. Freight to Mauritius, including all extras, has averaged from
48 to 52 rupees a head. This information was obtained from Messrs.
Bernerly and Co., Emigration Agents, and was confirmed by Captain
Bmbank, Protector of Emigrants. The latter estimated the average mor-
talii y on a voyage to the tea districts at 3 per cent. only. Mauritius draws
coo'ies chiefly from Patna, Behar, Monghyr, Shahabad, Ghazeepore,
Azingurh, and Goruckpore. The West India colonies receive them from
Benares, Cawnpore, Allahabad, and other districts farther up the river.
Th( charges for recruiting vary according as the countries for which
emigrants are sought are favourably known or otherwise. Mauritius is
in £ ;reat favour ; whilst the tea districts have to pay the most, the people
disliking to go to the highlands and wet forest districts, where the breaking
up fresh ground for new plantations causes fevers and other diseases. The
recruiting charges for Mauritius are 6 rupees ; for the West India colonies,
from 10 to 12 rupees ; for the tea districts, 16 to 18 rupees. These
charges are exclusive of the Calcutta agent's commission, and of the
expsnses of maintenance and at the depot. Freight to Mauritius averages
55 rupees ; to the West Indies, 12Z. sterling. The agent for the West
India colonies was allowed to draw for the expenses of each coolie till he
is :-eady for shipment 81. sterling, but latterly the amount has been
increased to 3/. 5s. Mauritius allows one-third less. Captain Eales,
age at for Mauritius, complains of the increasing difficulties thrown in the
way of recruitiDg by planters, manufacturers, and all Europeans settled
in Jie country. Lately it had been somewhat easier, on account of the
fanine caused by the failure of the rice-crop. During the year 1865
Demerara received 2,500 statute adults ; Trinidad, 1,200 ; St. Croix and
Gr< nada, 400. Coolies for Mauritius are engaged for five years. They
rec 3ive for the first year 5 rupees per month, and are found in everything.
Thoir wages increase regularly, up to 14 rupees a month in the fifth
year. A back passage is not granted. In the West Indies a male adult
car earn from 10 to 12 annas a day wages, equal to fifteenpence to
eig iteenpence a day, pay being given for work above the regular task.
A l>ack passage is guaranteed, after ten years service in the colonies.
The great mortality amongst the Hill coolies alluded to is caused by
ch< lera, and is ascribed chiefly to sudden change of diet. These poor
pe< pie are accustomed, in their own country, to an insufficient supply of
the worst and poorest food. As soon as they are on board ship, where
they are able to eat well and abundantly, the effect on their digestive
powers appears to be most disastrous. But for this mortality in transport,
th( y would be very useful and desirable labourers.
During nine months of the year 1865 the number of emigrants from
th< three Presidencies of India amounted to 13,774 men, women, and
ch Idren ; and 3,500 more at sea — on their passage thence — made a total
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of 17,274 persons. Deducting 2,274 for young children, and 4,000
women, there remain 11,000 males, a number evincing the willingness of
East Indians to emigrate to Mauritius, while the comparatively small
number returning speaks well for their satisfaction with the treatment they
receive there. Dr. Hillebrand, comparing the relative merits of Indian
and Chinese coolies, writes as follows : — ' ' While the Indian coolie is easily
managed and submissive — thanks to the low servile condition in which the
low-caste Hindoos are born and brought up in their own land — the China-
man is independent and fiery in his disposition, and violent in action. The
former has hardly a conception of rights, while the latter will stick or fight for
what he considers his rights and privileges. Supposed wrongs and insults
he will at once oppose by force, while the Indian accepts them with apparent
submission, quietly biding his time ; with him poison takes the place of
the knife. Their relations to the white race are alike unsatisfactory, but
altogether different. The Chinese, in the vain conceit of the superiority
of his race and civilization, looks on the white race as inferior — at least in
this country. The Hindoo, under the external garb of submissiveness,
bears and nourishes towards his white master an intense hatred. The
Indian accommodates himself to circumstances, works himself readily into
new conditions of life, change of food, dress, &c. ; while the Chinaman
will cling pertinaciously to the staple of his country — rice, and the final
scope of his life and labour is always to return to the flowery kingdom,
that his bones may find there a suitable burial-place — a notion with which
the low- caste Hindoo is not tainted to any extent. He will be ready to
emigrate with his wife and children, in the hope of bettering their circum-
stances, a resolution to which a true Chinaman can only be moved with
difficulty. As to capacity for labour, the difference is very great : in
general, the Chinaman is more muscular and bony, though small of
stature ; he has been accustomed to hard labour from childhood, is quick
and energetic in his actions, and enduring in his labour — qualities which
contrast strongly with the slow and lazy movements of the Indian. On
the other hand, the Indian is less exclusive, and more likely to amalgamate
and fix his permanent abode among other races."
The nineteenth century has witnessed the commencement of an exodus
of labour, in several directions, from an empire which contains in itself
one -third of the human race. It is as the first overflowings of some vast
reservoir, or of a long-pent-up mountain lake. Our age has also seen the
breaking down of national prejudices and the influx of European ideas in
China. Whereas, formerly, death was the penalty on returning for those
subjects who forsook her shores, no restriction now prevents the celestials
visiting other countries. Twenty years ago an Englishman could only
leave one of the five treaty ports for a few hours ; at the present day the
emissaries of Christianity may penetrate every part of the empire in free-
dom and in safety. The Chinese have already settled themselves in
Australia, in the islands of the Pacific, in Mauritius, and elsewhere ; and
it seems likely that they will extend their march to other kindreds, nations,
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and languages. Like all great emigrations, their arrival brings good and
ill to the peoples among whom they carry their labour, or allow it to bo
curried. " The evil that men do lives after them." The Chinese are
already sowing the seeds, in the countries which invite them, of some
unknown vices and some new diseases. The former must be controlled
and repressed by police regulations ; the latter require the utmost vigilance
to prevent their spread, and their becoming endemic in new abodes.
The most dreaded disease of China is leprosy, called there Ma Fuiiq,
wliich is apparently identical with the lepros}r seen in Arabia and Hindostan,
where it is named Juzam or Judham, from a root signifying amputation,
because of the erosion or truncation of the fingers and toes which takes
place in the last stage of the disease. This scourge is intertropical, and
is clearly distinguishable in its symptoms and diagnosis from the Euro-
pean leprosy. It is hereditary, but is commonly believed in China to
disappear in the fourth generation. It is uncongenial to cold climates, and
apparently finds cleanliness as uncongenial. Persons afflicted with the
disease are said to have lost it during a residence in Pekin, but were
attacked by it again on their returning to the South. Heat, dirt, the
unwholesome diet of the poorer classes of the Chinese, swamps and stag-
nant water, are conditions favourable to the propagation and development
of the disease, if they do not by themselves originally induce it. Doctor
Lockhart mentions leprosy being very prevalent in a low-lying and much-
flooded valley called Yen-tung. Goitre and cretinism in Switzerland
abound under analogous circumstances. In a paper read before the Royal
Asiatic Society in 1852, Dr. Benjamin Hobson, whose long residence as
a physician in Canton had given him ample opportunities of studying
the disease, collected in one view all that was up to that time known,
believed, and surmised about leprosy. We may, therefore, spare ourselves
many of its painful details. Among its first symptoms are a redness
and numbness of parts of the body, hoarseness of voice, thinness of the
hair, and often baldness, whitlows under the nails, &c. The Canton
Leper House, at the time Dr. Hobson wrote, contained seven hundred
patients of both sexes. The afflicted people themselves believed the disease
to be incurable. Other information was furnished to Dr. Hobson by
D .\ Mouat, Professor of Medicine in the Medical College of Calcutta ;
Di\ E. Stuart, in charge of the Calcutta Leper Asylum; and by Dr. W.
L )ckhart at Shanghai. The question of the malady being contagious is
st -ongly debated. It would appear from the evidence to be so, but not
upon slight contact. The Hindoos regard leprosy as highly contagious.
Dr. Stuart entertains great doubts on this head, and says that he had only
sesn one case which appeared to have been the result of contagion, and
that case was cured. There is, unhappily, a more universal consent as
to the difficulty and rarity of cures, and the inefficiency of remedies for
itB relief.
It seems possible, then, that this miserable endemic, which affects the
m.nds as well as the bodies of its victims, does not propagate itself by mere
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contact, even in its true habitat : and In China there is no record of a time
when leprosy did not exist among the people. It is probable that change
of place and external circumstances may render Chinese emigrants more
free from its approach themselves, and incapable of infecting with this
disease the strangers among whom they sojourn. It was the appearance
of a disease of this nature in the Hawaiian islands, called in the native
tongue Mai Pake, which induced the government there not only to
make arrangements for segregating and curing the patients attacked, by
erecting a leper hospital near the capital, and forming a settlement on
the neighbouring island of Molokoi, but to commission Dr. Hillebrand in
China to visit the leper establishments there, and investigate the disease
closely in that and other countries where it prevails. In pursuance of his
instructions, Dr. Hillebrand studied the disease, and wrote the reports we
have previously spoken of. He examined a considerable number of cases,
and on a portion of these he made annotations, which he sent home to his
government. The following is his description of one of the leper villages : —
" At my request, Dr. Kerr accompanied me to the largest leper village
near Canton. It is situated about two miles and a half from the suburbs
of Canton, on a slight eminence, in the midst of cultivated fields, and
accommodates between four and five hundred lepers, with their children
born in the asylum. All persons recognized or declared by the authorities
to be lepers are sent to these asylums, of which there are three in the
neighbourhood of Canton. Neither husband, wife, nor children are
allowed to accompany the leper to the asylum ; but they are allowed to
choose themselves new conjugal mates from the inmates of the same.
The children born from these unions remain in the village. I saw of them
a great number, varying from the age of infancy to twenty-five years, and,
in fact, judging from the great number of found people in the establish-
ment, the offspring would seem to be as numerous as the legitimate occu-
pants of the place. Only one leper admitted that he was the son of
another leper then in the place. As a rule, they try to conceal their
descent from diseased parents. The village itself forms a rectangle,
suiTounded by a brick wall twelve feet high, with a gate which is closed
every night. The following description may give you an idea of its inner
arrangement. A street about fourteen feet wide (wider than any street in
Canton) leads from the gate straight up to the temple or joss-house.
From this street branch out at right angles on each side about fourteen
narrow lanes, three feet and a half wide, each two separated by one single
low building, partitioned again by a wall along its whole length, and
crossways by twelve to fourteen cross-walls, so as to form twenty-four
narrow apartments. In these small holes that whole mass of population
is stowed away every night. Of course, I cannot speak with praise of its
state of cleanliness — quite the reverse. During the day the gates are
open, and the lepers roam about at liberty, to beg through the streets of
Canton. They receive, besides, a small daily allowance from the Govern-
ment, and the monopoly of the trade of coir-rope making, by which they
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eiii'ii something in addition. The lepers leave the village in the day-time
ai pleasure, and their friends enter as freely to visit them, circumstances
•which go far to demonstrate the popular opinion that the contagion is not
volatile or diffusible, or that it requires prolonged actual contact to com-
BC unicate itself from one person to another. We had taken the precau-
tionary measure to send a message to the village on the day previous that
•we were coming to distribute alms among them. In consequence of this,
the greater portion of the lepers remained at home that day, and I had an
opportunity of examining a great number." As a result of his investiga-
ti?n of cases, Dr. Hillebrand satisfied himself that there exist in Chinese
leprosy three distinct varieties, — the tubercular form, the erysipelatous,
and the simply paretic or paralytic. The latter form is often accompanied
•with inveterate psoriasis ; and he had frequently seen this type of disease
ir the Hawaiian islands, but had not previously recognized it as leprous.
To the Mongol, the Hindoo, and the remnant of earlier races that in
India hover, like ghosts, about their ancient haunts, the world must look
fc r its supply of tropical labour. For a time, at least, they will bring the
energies of bone and muscle of peoples whose hereditary lot has been labour,
b it whose intellectual powers and whose education, low though it be, are
h'gher than the African's ; and they will give them in return for rice, for
k dging, and some dollars. Whilst the emancipated Negro throws away his
hoe, and dreams of political privileges, the Eastern immigration will be
xraking a silent change in the countries where its labour is prized. These
ir iported workers will not be easily dismissed when they have taken root, and
a " miscegenation " not dreamed of by planters and governments will follow
an a consequence. For good and for ill they will come into our colonies
a: id dependencies, into that America which we are so often told is " for
Americans," into the gold-fields of Australia, and into the scattered islands
o:'the Pacific. Many of the Chinese will acquire property by their frugal
aid abstemious habits ; but crimes of violence have already distinguished
their settlements ; and as they place little value on their own life, they do
n )t respect the life of others, nor will the fear of death deter them, from
breaking into the " bloody house," when instigated by anger, jealousy, or
tl.e sense of wrong and injustice. Centuries perhaps will, however, have
t(- elapse before the effect of the breaking forth of the old Mongol race
a nong the nations of the earth is seen in its entirety.
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CHAPTER I.
THE BEE AND THE BUTTERFLY— MAD AME DUPONT'S BENEVOLENT INSTITUTIONS—
THE CAPITAINE AGREES TO THE SUMMONING OF LORLOTTE.
THE Duponts rented a great perfumery shop in the Rue des Magasins,
Paris, and lived in the entresol, with the whole air so penetrated and
saturated with the sweet fumes of lavender, orange, and millefleurs, that
the city home recalled vividly to one sense the barren cliffs, aromatic
pastures, and sea-views of Provence. Madame Dupont's orange-tubs and
violet-pots in her window were supernumeraries and purely aesthetical in
their end.
Madame was the presiding genius of the whole place — entresol and
shop — a born tradeswoman and manager, ugly, vivacious, lynx-eyed, but
not wasting her powers on unnecessary irritability and acts of oppression
to the bargain as it were, but calculating their value closely, and putting
them out to interest as carefully as the rest of her stock. She regarded
M. Dupont as a desirable adjunct to her business and family, was faithful
to him in both lights, and even sharply indulgent to him ; but she never
dreamt of regarding him as anything but an adjunct and her inferior.
M. Dupont, on his part, was quite content with his position. It saved him
an infinite deal of trouble ; it suited his debonnaire pleasure -loving disposi-
tion. M. Dupont was a dapper little man, with white teeth, a very pretty
figure, and a very small foot, all which personal advantages rnadame had
taken into consideration, and valued rather above than below their value in
making her alliance with monsieur, qualified and skilled as she was in
business transactions. But the strongest fortress has a weak point in
its battlements, and the wisest woman's heart has the flaw of a folly.
For the rest, monsieur was idiotically vain, exceedingly good-natured,
kind-hearted, and a good deal addicted to lying. Not the lie malicious and
spiteful, but the purely gasconading lie, to glorify himself and all belonging
to him. Madame and monsieur got on together admirably : he did the
ornamental and madame the useful in their married life, and the only fault
to be found with the performance was, that the traditional cast of characters
in the play suffered a reversal.
The couple had no children, but one of madame's distinctive traits
was that she was a great family woman, and acknowledged, brought
forward, marshalled, and marched off the carpet, so far as settling them in
life was concerned, the kinsmen and kinswomen of herself and monsieur to
the remotest degree of consanguinity, with the greatest impartiality. She
could afford herself the luxury, for the Duponts were of the substantial
LOKLOTTE AND THE CAPITAINE. 85
acd affluent order of tradespeople, and she took the best plan to be
successful in such operations by carrying them on summarily, and without
he sitation.
Madame had come upstairs from keeping shop on a fine afternoon in
M ly, after the best hours for sales and for fashionable customers were over.
Sl.e was in her invariable black gown and jacket, and black head dress ;
th 3 last brightened by a yellow rose, which summer and winter, in spite of
decades of different makes, never faded or died out of madame's head.
"When she replaced the lace of the coiffure with fresh lace, she took out the
in* mortal rose, pinched and shook it, and restored it in all its original
crispness and yellowness to its niche over her right temple.
By way of rest, madame was sewing steadily and with astonishing
raoidity, — mending, patching, turning upside down, and inside out, some
nr-sterious portion of her wardrobe, while monsieur, who had done nothing
all day save saunter from the entresol to the shop and back again, smoke
cigarettes, read Galiynani and the play-bills, lay in a chintz dressing-
go >vn and a Greek cap, on a leopard-skin couch, amidst the white paint,
marble, plate-glass, and gilding, with which madame had not failed to
furnish and garnish, as the French have it properly, her little salon, in
wl ich she never sat, except for an hour, as a ceremony required of her by
etiquette, every afternoon, or when she was receiving company. Monsieur
lay with his eyes shut, except at intervals, when he opened those orbs, round,
blf ck, and twinkling, to their full extent, enlarging them, indeed, as far as
he was able, to contemplate with intense interest and satisfaction in the
miiTor opposite him, the curl of his sleek moustache, or to regard with
pafect approbation the general symmetry of his tiny foot, which he
exorted himself to kick up at a right angle, in order to afford him a finer
op )ortunity of inspection.
" Louis," exclaimed madame, brusquely — (she had none of the cat-
liks ways of some of her countrywomen,— -no slyness, no stealthy approach
to her aim, and feint of retreat when she was about to attack ; though
ha I she been an English woman, she would have been called blunt ; being
Flinch, she was now and then stigmatised as brutal) — "I shall have
yo u* cousin Loiiotte up from her English school at Boulogne next week,
sir ce she is idle, with the scarlet fever among the children."
" My dear Paulette, you are an angel as usual, but you startle me a
lit' le, to the jarring of my teeth," replied monsieur, with a delicate suggestion
thut madame's abruptness was too much for him. " Why should you
ha vre Loiiotte for the present ? Her great vacations are not till June,
wl en she must come here or board herself, and the little one has no
sa~ ary to spare after she has gowned, hatted, gloved, and shod herself. I
be ieve she has inherited a slight weakness in the last respect. Never
mi ad, in the meantime the school is obliged to keep her, and she has had
tlii i scarlet fever already. Pardon me for my dullness, my friend, but I
do not comprehend your invitation," observed monsieur, innocently.
The fact was, that as good a family woman as madame was, she was by
85 LOELOTTE AND THE CAPITAINE.
no means in the habit of treating her relations to bed and board a la dis-
cretion at all seasons.
"Bah! " ejaculated madame, coolly, " you never see beyond the end
of your nose, and you have no end of the nose to speak of to turn the
corner." She intermitted her stitching for a second to tap, by way of
emphatic contrast, her own prominent, self- asserting, broadly-rooted nose,
of which monsieur's smart pug was but a small edition.
" Then help my short sight, rnadarne ; you owe it to me," pleaded
monsieur, not at all offended.
"My cousin the capitaine is with his regiment on duty at Fontaine-
bleau ; next month he will be gone to Cherbourg, or he may be ordered
to Algerie. Do you understand ? "
Monsieur leapt up so as to sit upright and stamp his foot on the par-
quetted floor. " Voila ! this is the scarlet fever at Paris, which is to super-
sede that at Boulogne."
Madame did not acknowledge the witticism, but she did not affect a
tfliade of concealment : she nodded the yellow rose, and looked monsieur
somewhat stolidly in the face with her green gray eyes. " I have fixed that
Lorlotte is the partie for the capitaine, and the capitaine for Lorlotte.
They meet here next week, are introduced, affianced, and she gets her
trousseau without trouble, and they are married without delay. She does
not return to her tasks as an instructress ; he does not need to waste any
more money as a bachelor, or to go to Algerie. Her dot, which has been
out at nurse, will suffice for the requirements of the service ; his pay will
match the interest of her dot. It would have been otherwise had it been
Lorlotte's cousin Agathe and her dot. Agathe must look higher. But
this marriage is good, excellent for both our cousins ; therefore, my child,
the affair is fixed unalterably in my mind ; it is all but a fact accomplished,
and we have only the details to attend to."
Her "child," who served her as well as a child and a great deal
better than a parrot or a dog, great or small, credited her statement
implicitly ; still he had his doubts and objections, and adjunct as monsieur
was, he was in as full possession of the liberty of speech as any free-born
Briton.
" But the capitaine has fifty years, and Lorlotte only twenty-two."
"Ah, well, so much the richer the capitaine! " madame distanced
the objector with grim, disdainful humour.
" The capitaine is not a beau gallon. He is grey-headed. He looks
as if he had swallowed his own sword without breaking it, and was not
able to bend throughout its length. But Lorlotte is gentille, as gay as a
chaffinch, and her English mistresses and pupils have rendered her wild."
" The capitaine is a very good example of a militaire : I should be
proud of so warlike a husband," declared madame, in sudden parenthesis,
with a strange suspicion of a spice of coquetry, like the most daring and
presuming of fairies, lurking within the folds of the black jacket, and under-
neath the petals of the ellow rose. "And if Lorlolu* i; . ,>'•! t
LOKLOTTE AND THE CAPITAINE. 87
tbe more reason that she should bo removed from these romantic, reckless
Eiglish she is with. It is not possible that the child can have lost her
morals in a year and a half s treat. She got a dispensation from her cure
I know for her Catholic religion, but she got no dispensation that I heard
of from her morals ; I would not have permitted such a thing."
" Have you never heard, my dear, that the capitaine is a lion when he is
roused ; that he falls into the rage like an Englishman when he is provoked ? "
" Chansons ! we can have care of all that. The lion is the most
generous of animals ; does not La Fontaine say so ? And you know she
is used to those English — one of whom hanged himself because they had
se:ved him tea without sugar."
" The capitaine could never keep a sous of his pay since I had the
hcnour of his acquaintance. He is not at all a mauvais sujet, agreed,
inudame. On the contrary, he is a father to the boys of his regiment
since he entered it a simple soldier ; but he spends on beer and pipes and
He wers and children, on relieving his comrades from the Mont de Piete,
and on charity to the poor, like a mauvais sujet"
" Ten thousand reasons why the poor man should marry and give his
purse to another. Once Lorlotte is mistress of his menage all that is
chmged."
Monsieur shrugged his shoulders expressively, as if with a lively realiza-
tiou of that obligation. "Ah I Well, also, Paulette, you are a charming
intriguante, a Princess de Benvenuto; my wife, I felicitate you upon it. It
is necessary that it is quite equal to me, to Lorlotte, and to the capitaine,
sir.ce you wish it."
"Without doubt," acquiesced madame, coolly, and with entire con-
viction, " and I have need that you bring the capitaine to me to-morrow
in order that he may be made ait fait to my views."
" Certainly, madame; I shall seek him out at his cafe or his cremerie,
if he is not in funds. We will take a little turn on the Boulevards : our
slj les suit : there are never so many dames look aside at me, flash a
glf nee of approval at — my boot, shall I say, Paulette ? as when I walk
wi' h a moustache grise, putting forth the paw of a polar bear. Ah ! there
was such a grand dame descending from her carriage in La Rue Lepelletier
yet terday, who gave me a smile ; but that I am your devoted servant, that
MI: lie would have drawn down an angel on his knees. But you are not
icalous, ma belle ; the foot is yours to run your errands, and I shall sound
th< capitaine as we take our turn on the Boulevards."
"By no means," negatived madame decidedly and imperatively, but
wi hout impatience or ill-humour, nay, she was specially gracious. " Make
yo ir foot as pretty as you please, Louis ; that is your forte. I am not so
lei ? as to quarrel with it. More than that I know it is my member, and,
of course, other women envy me the possession of it. What did I marry
for ? But don't meddle in my matter of proposing his marriage to the
capitaine. Mind your own affairs, my son. Hark! There is my bell."
Ar d madame gathered up her work and descended like a bee to hum over
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the decanting of whole jars of heliotrope and attar of roses, the filling of
little flacons, the mere waftings of perfume on handkerchiefs and gloves,
doing all with conscious, consummate address, the exercise of which was in
itself happiness ; while monsieur, like a butterfly, caught up his embroidered
cap, exchanged his dressing gown for his dress coat, and sauntered out to
flutter and flaunt and show off his pretty face and figure, which were part
of madame's investments, and served her after their kind, by appearing in
any public garden, or at any spectacle or bourgeois ball which might be
worthy of their presence.
At the same hour next afternoon the capitaine reported himself duly
in the boudoir at the entresol in obedience to the summons of the cousin,
for whom he had much respect and some fear.
The capitaine was just such a military man as M. Dupont had described,
about the antipodes of the popular English idea of a Frenchman : unmis-
takeably elderly, heavy, yet gaunt, so accustomed to face dangers and dis-
agreeables in a long life of discipline, that he did eveiything, good and bad,
with almost the same imperturbability of mien, stiff and stark in his dark
blue uniform and high collar as the effigy of a man, unless when he blazed
out in a Gallic childishness of passion, during which he was as dangerous
to himself as to his neighbours.
Madame was the capitaine's junior by five years, as one counts the
years of a man's life, but she was his senior by a century in worldly
wisdom. She knew him well, took a family pride in his rank, his red
riband, his distinctions, his courage and simplicity ; as in her catholicity of
nature she took a pride in the good looks and bonhomie of her butterfly
husband. She had helped the capitaine, Denis le Froy, before now, got
him out of his spendthrift scrapes, and made a clear way for his soldier's
tramp through the thicket of difficulties which hedge in a man whose very
sous burn his pocket, until she had a right to counsel and direct him, and
the capitaine, honest and honourable, admitted the right.
Madame, without persiflage and in strong terms, made out her case and
her point. She did not spare the capitaine, while she did not omit the
capabilities and good qualities of Lorlotte.
She convicted the poor capitaine, standing at attention on her own par-
quetted floor, disconcerted, troubled, all but shamed, — he was too pure a man
to be out and out ashamed before her, — of mature age, of want of provision
for the future. For example, he would need a nurse some day, perhaps
soon, for he had suffered from yellow fever at Guadaloupe, cholera at
Berbice, frost-bite in the Crimea, and ague near Solferino, and not without
leaving their traces behind them ; and unless he went permanently into
the hospital, or depended on one of the blessed sisters, who was to look
after him ? His mother had died when he was a little fellow, his sisters
were long married, and not having had the benefit of madame's advice in
marriaga, had wedded a couple of roturiers, needy and disreputable, and
cared little for him, save to accept his gifts and strip him of as much of
his pension as he was foolish enough to give them.
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Would the capitaine not like to have two little apartments which he
co ild call his own after, all his wanderings, where he could retire when he
we s not in spirits for the barrack company, where he could rear his flowers
on trellises in boxes in the windows or on his stove — a stove of his own, by
wl ich he might smoke and study his treatises on fortification and military
memoirs without molestation ? Would he not like a boy and girl of his
o^n to bear his name, to enter the regiment as he had done, and rise to
bo a general, and to be dutiful to him, fond of him, and to mend his
co'lars and sew on his buttons, and play ecarte with him, and smooth the
way to his seeing the priest, when her mother's eyes grew dim and her
mi mory failed ? In the meantime Lorlotte would be as gay as a bird,
fluttering under his wing ; and in the summer, when madame took her
holiday, her one holiday in the year, they would all go together, monsieur
and she, the capitaine and Lorlotte, to spend the day at Versailles or
St Cloud, to see the gardens or the manufactory of porcelain, and djue
in the forest or the meadows.
The capitaine heard his life in its landmarks pulled up and laid down
afresh without resistance ; he even assented submissively, " Oui, oui, that
is true ;" and warmed into a sudden ruddy glow which seemed out of
proportion to the occasion, at the cunning mention of the flowers and the
children. Still he said candidly, " But, madame, will Mademoiselle Lorlotte
pu: up with the pipe, and the comrades, and certain rough phrases we've
grown into the use of? I could not give them up at once ; there are some
of them I might not give up — ever."
"My dear cousin, Lorlotte is an obedient, affectionate child, more
Iib3i*al than most girls, though she is also confirmed, and believes and
worships as a good Catholic." Madame assured him, " It is understood
thr.t all bachelors reform and become family men and Christians when
th( y marry ; but you have so little to reform by comparison, that the
reformation may be by degrees."
"But, madame my cousin, will Lorlotte bear with me when I am a
mr dman ? You know I do not mean it, and I do not think I would harm
'he:.1; but I might frighten the poor child beside herself, notwithstanding."
And the big, grey fellow fumbled with his belt, moved to being stonily
abashed and distressed.
Madame smiled her superior smile, and waved her hand, dismissing
the Quixotic scruple. " Lorlotte has been accustomed to the English
me ods like the English fogs ; do you think she will mind your thunder-
storms, my old boy ? And although it were so, she is out in the world
ale ae, earning her bread. Say, do you not think there is more in the
wo id, you who have seen its vices and crimes from east to west, to hurt
an unprotected orphan girl, body and soul, than the idle blast, soon spent,
of a few furious words and acts ? "
" I believe it, I believe it, my good madame, and I thank you with all
m} heart." The capitaine took the propitiation gratefully, and with
manifest relief. " You trust me ; I hope that I may never abuse your trust,
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and I think that I might make it up to her. But again, will not made-
moiselle expect more than I can give her ? You know that I am as poor
as a rat, that I have not made hoards. Sacre! I can barely afford her
food and clothes. Where all the fine cachmeres and silks, mirrors, and
consoles like those around me, are to come from, for my life I cannot tell.
We can have no better menage than a student's den.
".To begin with, my capitaine," madarne premised her anxious kins-
man, "Lorlotte will mend all that in the cracking of the joint of a fore-
finger. She is as sensible as a grandmother, that cricket of a girl. I
should not wonder though you were to end the rich man of the family,
and to leave behind you a hundred thousand francs to endow a military
college when you are done with your fortune, and have provided for your
children."
The capitaine laughed at that climax a hoarse laugh, and the interview
terminated in madame's having her will, and getting carte blanche from the
capitaine to bring Lorlotte to Paris to marry him.
CHAPTER II.
TUB INGRATITUDE OF THE WORLD AND THE CONTUMACY OF LORLOTTE — MON-
SIEUR HYACINTH STEPS UPON THE SCENE AND AMAZES MADAME AND HER
WORLD.
LORLOTTE was come. And without so much as a private conversation
with madame, Lorlotte knew she was brought to Paris for a purpose ; the
first time the capitaine's name was mentioned she guessed the purpose,
and alas ! for madame's pet scheme and the capitaine's matrimonial pros-
pects, she made up her mind to have nothing to say to him ; so far had
English communication corrupted French good manners. But Lorlotte
was too wise, and, poor child, she was too dependent, to fly in the face of
the great woman, Madame Dupont. Lorlotte would keep her own council
and enjoy the season, the sweetest of the four, well expressed by the
" grown green again " of its French description, reverderies — and reverderies
in Paris. Without committing herself, Lorlotte was not quite ingenuous,
disinterested, regardless of consequences ; but what will you have, though
she had lived eighteen months in an English school ?
Lorlotte was happy in having a face and figure which in a degree
interpreted the spirit within. She was a dark, bright, espiegle child, with
a child's naivete, contending with a woman's consciousness. Her figure
was small, light, exquisitely dainty, even elegant in her spring muslins,
and hats and bonnets trimmed and manufactured by her own lissome
fingers, anticipating the season in their adornment of a single wild rose,
a spray of hawthorn, a little plume of lilac. Her face was small too,
and fine -featured in its youthful roundness, with delicate, slightly con-
tracted, very expressive brown brows over violet eyes, a tinge of poppy
red in the clear brown of her cheeks, a dimpled cleft cherry for a mouth,
with its stone cleft for teeth.
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You may observe that Madame Dupont had said not a word of
I orlotte's personal attractions to the capitaine. In the first place, they
hid nothing to do with the advantages of the match in rnadame's eyes ; in
the second, if they weighed at all in a man's foolish fancy, they would
weigh with double weight coming upon him unexpectedly.
The effect which Lorlotte's attractions really had on the capitaine
\v'.ien the/ were formally presented to each other, and Lorlotte had
executed her school-girl bow in return to the capitaine's salute, was not
0 ily that the capitaine was enslaved, but struck dumb in his slavery ;
while Lorlotte, the heedless, hard-hearted girl, — for young girls have at once
the kindest and the most cruel of hearts in their inexperience and igno-
rance, laughed at him, turned up her fine little nose at him, set herself
coolly to mock and make a cat's-paw of him, and as if that were not bad
e: lough, privately to tease and vex him. Not only was there nothing in
the capitaine to catch a girl's eye at first sight; there was not even any-
tiling to make him. respectable to the sharp eyes of her cupidity. " The
man is as poor as a Franciscan," Lorlotte exclaimed to herself in derision.
" I heard him borrow a five-franc piece from madanie the other day, and
s"ie told him to see that he made a note of it and paid her. I should have
to work for him and cook for him. Perhaps I should have to take pupils
a vain, when he went on half-pay or lost his month's income at a lottery.
1 suppose I am intended to serve as his bread-winner in his old age and
infirmities," meditated Lorlotte saucily. "No, thank you, madame, I
w ould rather not. I should prefer at least the hope of a strong arm to
work for me and to lean upon, if not a heavy purse for me to empty, or
the sympathies of a grand passion like what the English are not ashamed
to speak of as coming even before marriage and lasting all the life after-
wards."
But Lorlotte was not rebellious in the preliminaries before the capi-
ta ine's shyness had yielded to more energetic impulses, and caused him to
e: npower madame to cross the rubicon and make his proposal, which was
qoite an understood thing, in form for him. Such behaviour on Lorlotte's
pirt would have been regarded as an outrage on a young girl's sense
o' propriety, almost of decency, and would have been sufficient provo«
c ition to make her be packed oft' in dire disgrace back to her verbs and
har scales at Boulogne. And Lorlotte dearly loved a holiday, above all a
1] Dliday in Paris in May ; had a natural distaste to the comparative
isolation, self-restraint, and drudgery of her school-room (though
s.iewas a favourite both with principals and pupils), and shrank from
d sgrace. So Lorlotte finessed, laughed, sparkled all over, protested,
--and permitted the capitaine daily to stand sentry at her elbow, ac-
c ;pted his daily bouquets in neatly cut paper bouquetiers, inscribed
ii. a stiff handwriting with fine flourishes, "the sweetest to the most
s -\reet," and walked abroad with him and madame to church and market.
But madame was a shrewd woman, and far-sighted. As she had said,
& le saw through Lorlotte's pretended demureness and real evasions. She
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did not altogether like the look of matters. The capitaine in his humility
and blindness might be satisfied ; madanae was not content, and she had
made known her wishes and so far staked her credit on the event. Madame
delivered many a stinging stricture on the contumacy of girls, and the
ingratitude of the world, in the ear of M. Dupont, who tried to reassure
her in his light confident line that Lorlotte must do her duty. When was
there ever heard such an enormity, absurdity, indelicacy as that of a
young girl's having a mind of her own, and resisting the intentions of her
best friends in her disposal in marriage ?
At the same time madame acted warily ; she was not double, but she
was not rash. She did not want to come to close quarters with Lorlotte
too soon, to push the perverted girl into the heinousness of defiance and
righteous authority ; and madame was a merciful woman, particularly when
it would serve no purpose but the worst to be harsh. She would prefer to
draw the lines of her strong tenacious will and Lorlotte's youthful frivolity
and helplessness more and more tightly round the girl, till she was caught
beyond escape, let her flutter ever so wildly. Madame's displeasure and
indignation were reserved in the background, not altogether concealed,
but not pouncing on their victim. For the present madame kept the
peace with Lorlotte because there was no time to be lost. Within three
weeks the capitaine's regiment would have quitted Fontainebleau, and
madame had fixed unalterably that within that brief space the capitaine
should have taken to himself a wife, retired from active service, and
pitched his tent — that is, rented and filled a suite of rooms in a con-
venient quarter — which should be home for the rest of his days.
A coup-de-main was called for. Madame, in her philanthropy and
family devotion, antedated her annual holiday. Every summer madamo
was in the habit of laying aside her black jacket, cap, and rose jaune, and
arraying herself in an imposing — what monsieur called a sublime — black silk
gown, with innumerable flounces, which passed the most of its existence in
silver paper, a lace shawl, and a wonderful white capote, with a compli-
ment of grand asters and nodding wheat ears — in a single stroke, airy and
magnificent — and going, attended by her joli gargon, the most amiable of
coxcombs, and provided with a huge hamper of simple dainty eatables by
way of luggage, along with other pleasure-seekers, by an excursion tram to
the country to pay her respects to nature for the season.
Everybody knows that the most fossiliferous of lovers will burst
into life and greenness under the influence of a holiday in the country.
Madame afforded the capitaine the opportunity of liming a twig for
Lorlotte.
There was madame, in the sublimely flounced silk gown and capote,
seated with dignity, yet with more fervour in her very pursuit of an
excursion than lingers in a middle-aged tradeswoman out of Paris, or an
open-air beauty at the station, making the most of her ticket and her
day abroad.
There was Lorlotte, in her simplest and most bewitching toilette — a
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buff nankin cotton skirt, and jacket which would not crash, braided like a
child's dress, and a garden hat with a dark green riband and a little knot
of violets which could be thrown down with impunity among the long
grass, and heaped up with the most poetically named of daisies, — the
marguerites of May.
There was the capitaine, in his horribly unbecoming tight uniform,
high collar, short grizzled hair in the regimental cut, covered by a small
c jinical casquette, with a leather strap over his white bearded chin, moving
bis legs — right, left, right, left — in strides exactly as a child can draw out
the legs of a whole platoon of toy wooden soldiers, guarding the women.
The three formed a suggestive group, among noisy ouvriers, long-
haired students and clerks, picturesque farmers' wives and peasant- women
of the country, smart grisettes of the city, their fellow pleasure-seekers.
But monsieur should have formed the fourth, and he did not find his way to
tie platform till the last moment. Punctuality is not the virtue of petits
maitres, and neither is discretion. "When monsieur did turn up in his outre
dandy costume — hunting boots (when monsieur had never so much as seen
a hunt in his days), vest striped a la jockey, pin in the mould of a genuine
English fox's head — he nearly exhausted the toleration which madame was
\vont to show to his shortcomings. He was not alone ; he had a Mend on
his arm ; a bachelor, a student from a neighbouring quarter. He introduced
him volubly all round, he proposed him easily as a volunteer addition to
the party.
Madame was one of the most catholic-minded of bees. It has been
s^en that she did not quarrel with butterflies, and she did not quarrel in
tie abstract with dragonflies. But the contretemps was cruel. She had
arranged a, partie carree, which could easily fall into two couples, and here
v as five, an utterly unmanageable number, and the fifth, to say the least,
more than a foil to the capitaine. M. Hyacinth Mussit was a handsome
dashing young man of four-and- twenty — one year older than Lorlotte.
bhe had heard of him already as the beau gar con ; not only so — as the witty
and wild misguiding star, chief lure of all the bachelors of his quarter,
T ho wrote the cleverest feuilletons in the most reckless journals, and
danced the hardest and the longest the most furious galop at the fastest
cancing hall. Possibly, if you were very near him, you might get a coarse
\hiff of the strong smoke with which he and all his belongings were
impregnated ; you might detect that his linen had been frayed, rent, and
earned several times — that his jaunty hat was napless. In the same way
a subtle mind might discover that there were windy fumes in his eloquence,
boles repaired as best might be in his philosophy, a baldness and hollow-
ress in his assumption of universal learning and accomplishments and
knowledge of the world. But a subtle mind was needed for the discovery,
.''o an inexperienced little girl, conceited on her own account, M. Hyacinth
\ as the pride and flower of the manliness, genius, and good looks of
}oung France. And there was M. Hyacinth, bowing to Lorlotte with
marked deferential gallantry, and staring at her admiringly with his great
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black eyes till her violet eyes sank before his in pretty confusion, the poor
capitaine keeping guard in vain. M. Dupont's betise was so monstrous,
and he was so unconscious of it, that it was piquante ; but madame could
not enjoy it as she enjoyed many of his betises. The Duponts and their
friends were going with the rest of the holiday world to Montmorenci,
where there was a fete ; but though they took advantage of the cheap
trains there for the day, they considered themselves above disporting
themselves with the multitude about the stalls, shows, and open-air
lotteries. Madame Dupont and her cousin the capitaine were too erect
and serious, because of their responsibilities and obligations. M. Dupont
was too refined, notwithstanding he was dying to show off his airs and
graces, his boots, and the silk lining of his paletot, his rings and charms,
—with which madame supplied him liberally — to the gaping throng.
M. Hyacinth and Mademoiselle Lorlotte were too intellectual when they
happened to be in rarely congenial company ; out of it, Lorlotte could
head a village dance joyously, and Hyacinth prove the veriest mountebank
of a fair.
The Dupont party strolled away from the hubbub of the shooting at a
mark and the merry-go-rounds, to the natural attractions of Montmorenci
on a May-day ; sought out a little path past the lake, through vineyards,
through a fragrant vista of walnut trees and feathery acacias, to a natural
orchard, enamelled with jonquills below and apple-blossoms above, enough'
to make any cockney of London or Paris cry out to be allowed to " pick "
on all sides, where they took possession of the enchanting dining-room,
seated themselves on the turf, like a bourgeois version of a group by
Watteau or Wouvermann, minus the horses and dogs, and were not so
sentimental as to despise madame 's provision basket, with its pates and
spiced bread, its humble eau de groseille, and more pretentious sparkling
Burgundy, which two gamins from the railway station carried in triumph
behind them.
But there was a disadvantage in going a-Maying even when the
weather was unexceptionable, with an end in view, when you were not
sure of all your company. However the Duponts kept themselves
distinct and apart from the lower orders, they could not altogether
escape the freedom of tone implied in the association. Just when
madame wanted to be most stringent in the enforcement of her lour-
yeoise etiquette, the student, M. Hyacinth, set her at nought and defied
her, as he could not have done in her own house or in that of an acquaint-
ance, attaching himself to Lorlotte, devoting himself to her, constituting
himself her partner in place of the capitaine, unwarrantably and uncere-
moniously jostling aside the antique awkward warrior, as if Lorlotte was not
a young bourgeoise under a married friend's wing, who ought not to have a
word to say unless to "her fiance till she was married out of hand at least ;
— as if Lorlotte was no better than a workgirl, and he one of •the. workmen
who had come to have a day's jollity and desperate flirtation with her, un-
mindful of the consequences, like so many of the visitors at Montmorenci,
LOIiLOTTE AND THE CAPITAINE. 95
Tlie truth was, both Hyacinth and Lorlotte forgot themselves in an
abandonment of youthful sentiment and gaiety ; harangued and prattled,
moralised and laughed, as if they had known each other all their lives,
and had been brother's or sister's children at least. French men and
women — the most artificial race on earth — are more enraptured and intoxi-
cated with their glimpses of nature, perhaps by reason of its freshness
?md novelty to them, than English, Germans, or Italians. Positively
M. Hyacinth became eloquent on his rhodoniontades on primitive arcadia,
truth, tenderness, and by a youthful analogy, death. His pale, large-
eyed face, with its cloud of long hair and its traces of excess in all things,
rather than diy addiction to law and physic, was lit up, not with passion,
but with spirituality. On her side, Lorlotte's vivacity was softened and
melted, and acquired a new grace without losing its spontaneous naivete.
It was not all to nature, either, in the fields of Montmorenci or of
young humanity, that these bewitching effects were due. If Lorlotte had
known it, there was a foolish fond little face which had once bloomed
as fair as Lorlotte's — a weak, unlawful tie, and sinful as it was, not
the less influential, perplexing, distracting — the remembrance of which,
unsought by M. Hyacinth, unacknowledged even to himself, blended with
his May-day pleasure, and lent a wild pathos to his random talk and the
expression of his great eyes as they dwelt on Lorlotte. Strange mortal
that Frenchman who can extract a pungent sweetness from his own errors
and their individual punishment, and indulge a Bohemian generosity in
the fidelity which in a small measure redeems his vice and shields his
victim ! If M. Hyacinth had known it, Lorlotte was swelling and puffing
out and pluming itself as a little bird plumes itself for a grand flight. " I
am no longer behind the English girls," she was saying to herself. "I
have got a disinterested devoter, and oh ! such a splendid young lover of
my own, far before Miss Emma Herbert's sous-lieutenant, and Miss Clara
Brown's curate. I have scorned my ancient admirer as they scorned the
old general and the great merchant who lived to buy them with their rank
and their bags of gold. My capitaine has only a little rank and no mone^P
but I am a poor girl myself, and this is France — not England."
Madame saw it all, still did not interfere much ; too wise a woman to
waste her artillery or bring it into disrepute by failure. She did not so
much as rebuke Louis. " He does not comprehend," she decided mag-
nanimously, " and there is no use in trying to make him, for it is not in
the boy." With large even-handed justice she dealt the blame to herself
principally. " I ought to have apprehended all the chances of a fete and
not have risked them. M. Hyacinth is a gay young bachelor, a vaurien,
and Lorlotte, — ouf! all girls are babies or hypocrites. They have been
exposed to each other, they shall be exposed no more until after the
marriage, and then the capitaine can see to it. For the rest, my poor
dear capitaine, who has been nonplussed and made a fool of, is long-
suffering and modest "when he does not happen to have his rages. I must
not let him get into one of the rages and he will make allowance for a
96 LORLOTTE AND THE CAPITAINE.
couple of silly young people in the woods, where, it is true, a silly old
woman took them. It is an age since I read St. Pierre's Paul et Virginie,
but bah ! I believe there is something immoral in trees and water."
Having mentally originated this atrocious sentiment, madame set
herself to pay so much flattering attention to the capitaine that she should
dissipate the glumness and the spasmodic restlessness which were becom-
ing ominously visible in the worthy officer ; at the same time she kept
a sharp eye on her two troublesome young people, and did not permit
them to stray a couple of yards from her till she had them again safe in
the oblivion of the crowd at the. station.
But madame, sagacious and not to be surprised and put out as she was,
did open her grey green eyes when M. Hyacinth, in the course of their little
journey to Paris, with deliberate assurance and desperate earnestness asked
permission to visit at the entresol above the shop in the Kue des Magasin, and
accompanied his request by so pointed a reference to Mdlle. Lorlotte's then
favouring it with her presence, and to his vehement desire for the honour
and delight of a prosecution of their acquaintance so auspiciously begun,
with the countenance of her friends, that, however hasty and ill-timed, it
was from a Frenchman little short of a proposal of marriage to Lorlotte ;
who, whether from being so much in request, whether from supposing her
rash little heart to be won in a flash to hang on madame' s answer, blushed
and trembled in her corner of the carriage, and waited breathlessly for the
sovereign decree of open or closed doors.
It was quite on the cards that madame might have civilly or haughtily
declined M. Hyacinth's overture. She might have said plainly, or hinted
with high-flown but comprehensible ambiguity, that the ground was already
walked over, and that, besides, M. Hyacinth was too fast in his approach ;
that he ought to be provided with credentials from his relations expressing
their approval, and informing her what they intended to do for their son,
or nephew, or even their favourite protege, with statements of his present
funds and future prospects, with sure pledges that he was ready to relinquish
•fts bachelor habits, reform, and fee a steady family man, before he crossed
her doorstep with an eye to her kinswoman — the ci-devant teacher Lorlotte.
Ah ! but madame was wise, and she was only baffled, not beaten, as
the last step would have confessed her to be. She said to herself, " If
M. Hyacinth has fallen so madly in love with Lorlotte, like Abelard and
Heloise, in one day, as to shoot himself, or propose for her hand on the
spot, no prohibition of mine would restrain a clever, imprudent, extra-
vagant young fellow, and the child, with her loose English notions, might
be decoyed and dragged to ruin. I consent and I receive him, and have
the two players under my forefinger, and see their cards, as I like to do
when I mean to win the game. And I explain everything and keep the
peace with nay capitaine ; he is not English, but he is a modern Bayard,
' sans peur et sans reproche.' I tell him so, and that it is neither honest
nor honourable not to give the girl a choice ; that he, a brave soldier,
cannot object to an antagonist. It would be no compliment to Lorlotte
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if there was none, when I shall take care that there is a fair field for both.
But I cannot divine it. I have always heard M. Hyacinth was poor ; I
have always understood that he had brains. If Lorlotte had been her
cousin Agathe, with thousands in place of hundreds of francs for her dowry,
to sweep away his debts and pay a premium for a business or a journal to
him, the whole affair would have been clear ; but as it is, I declare I shall
have to borrow spectacles to see to the end of the affair."
It is sufficient to write that rnadame did as she said, and within
three days the whole quarter of the Duponts — all the houses and their
occupants, from the comparative aristocrats on the ground floors to the
Mechanics and workwomen in the garrets — were ready to explode with the
ttrange story of the mad romantic attachment of M. Hyacinth Mussit,
in contention with the persevering ardour and noble neutrality of the
capitaine. M. Hyacinth's folly excited the greatest sensation. True, he
was to a certain extent a stranger among them, having come up, like other
students, from the provinces, an utter stranger, to his lodging in the
quarter two years before ; and he might, for all the little world knew, be a
prince in disguise, who could afford to make a love marriage with a
Cinderella of a pretty all but penniless young teacher from Boulogne. But
disinterested love matrimonial, even felt by princes in disguise, was a
marvel in that surging, sparkling, calculating, base, kindly Parisian life.
CHAPTER III.
Fi ! Fi! DONC !
LOELOTTE was in the seventh heaven : she adored her young handsome
literary Bohemian lover — adored him with the silly, ignorant hankering
r.fter forbidden fruit all the more for what she could fancy of what had
been his Bohemianism ; adored him most of all for the sacrifice she was
persuaded he was willing to make for her sake. It was a girl's first love
in all its hare-brained enthusiasm and fanaticism. Lorlotte viewed
y[. Hyacinth's somewhat haggard and sallow young face as the face,
not only of an Adonis and an Apollo, but as that of a hero — a saint to be,
• >ne day, in spite of his license and hardly veiled infidelity. She prized
his languors, his distrait fits, — even his slight but not uncandid revelations
• >f perversity, cynicism, tyranny, which madame was careful to point out to
her before another lover's unbounded loyalty, unreserved homage, normal
gentleness, generous concessions, lavish silent compliments.
Lorlotte was so entranced, so bigotted, so beside herself, that it was a
'-.vender she did not suspect she was in a raging fever, a delirious dream,
i ,nd dread the awakening ; — that she could credit such bliss could last in a
-yorld of care. In the meantime, M. Hyacinth did what he could to
:namtain the delusion by his unmistakable suit, his handsome face and
1 ongne winning in its very caprice and tragic airs.
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And, alas ! the poor capitaine did what he could to enable the enemy
to scale the fortress, not only by being unable in his old-fashioned tactics
to do more than bristle up beside his lady-love, grin like a ghastly opposing
bastion in her face, bombard her like a performer at the carnival with a
shower of flowers, so costly and exotic in their specimens as to dip him
deep in his next instalment of pay, the incessant fall of which grew
monotonous and wearisome even to a girl who loved flowers about twenty
time less than the moustache grise loved them ; by allowing M. Hyacinth,
— more in mischief than malice, — to put him into one of his towering
•passions by villifying the Zouaves or impugning the tactics of Bonaparte,
and provoke the capitaine to splutter and sacre, stamp up and down
in his boots, rattle his sword, wax purple ' in the face. So great was
the uproar that madame stood up, large, raw-boned and threatening,
and looked as if she would have seized the poker had her stove furnished
her with such a weapon ; M. Dupont sprung nimbly behind a cupboard-
door, M. Hyacinth desisted from drawing his fingers through his hair,
and looked not gay, or melancholy, or defiant, as he was apt to do,
bat astounded. As for Lorlotte, she uttered a gasping cry of terror
lest the capitaine should draw cold steel on Hyacinth, before he fell
down, convulsed and foaming, in a fit at her feet. But the capitaine only
stormed out of the company, and returned next day, self-condemned,
shamed, with the ashes of penitence not the less thick on his grizzled head
that he held it bolt upright in its military collar.
Madame was not conquered. She was not come to the last of her
resources. She acquainted herself with certain particulars in M. Hyacinth's
student life, taking advantage of her afternoon's snatch of womanly retire-
ment and needlework in her salon tete-a-tete with Lorlotte, conveyed the
gossip with deadly minuteness and accuracy of detail to the indignant un-
receptive girl, notwithstanding that the unwritten pages of French girls'
minds are even less frequently lumbered and soiled with the heavy know-
ledge of such sins and wrongs, than similar pages of girls' minds across
the Channel.
Lorlotte was so far engrained with English earnestness that she did
not receive the communication with the incomprehension of the giddi-
ness or the stolidity of a child ; and her incredulity, her mingled affront
and scorn for madame's unflinching determination and imperturbability,
would have made a picture.
" You slander him to me, madame, who will believe in him! What
clo such words signify ? " exclaimed Lorlotte, in a grand, vague triumph of
faith.
" To see is to believe with the greatest infidel ; is it not so, Lorlotte ?
I work no miracle, but I can convince you. He has not parted from the
girl to this day ; he has put her out of his lodging, but he cannot tear
himself from the poor miserable altogether. That young man has a heart
somewhere," declared madame, — forced to do so by clear, impartial
instinct, — "though not for you. No. I cannot tell what he moans by
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p lying his addresses to you ; I ani lost there," continued madame, frankly,
s aring with her small grey eyes into vacancy, and shaking her yellow rose
in a state of prostration at heing puzzled. " All the same he goes to see
the grisette in her lodging near St. Denis. He takes her out for a turn
0 i the nearest boulevard, when he is gone from us, or before he comes
i;; us, when he is certain we are out of the way. He will be there to-night,
Y.ithin this hour, since Notre Dame has struck five. If you like, I'll give
v,p the shop to the shopmen and women, and I'll stay at home to receive
;nd entertain the capitaine. Ah, there is a valiant and true heart for
yju, naughty girl ; without a thought for so much as a vivandiere, save as
a sister, since he quitted his mother's side. But are you brave and
honest, Lorlotte? You doubt my information ; will you come with rne,
a ad see and believe ?"
" I will come to prove that the words you have repeated are false,
nadanie. You ought to be undeceived; you are too true a woman, you
Lave been too good to me," — with a quick, quivering, girlish sob in
tie middle of her fiery heroics, — "to act as a spy and a scandal-
1 longer."
Madame did not stay even to shrug her shoulders, but went promptly
t) procure shawls and bonnets, — plain shrouding shawls and bonnets,
s ich as were worn in general by poorer tradeswomen out on errands, —
P ud a thick veil for Lorlotte, and took the girl on her arm, but neither
creeping nor clutching her support, to the boulevard.
There, at the gayest hour of gay spring Paris, — when the world is out
c n evening airings and diversions, — when the air is balmy, not with cigars
clone, but full of the bitter sweetness, the lusciousness, the languor of the
scent of sheaves of late wallflower, hyacinths, narcissuses, contesting the
f eld of the air with the more delicate, fresher and more honeyed fragrance
( f early blushing roses on budding rose-trees, and blossoming over boxes of
1'ght green feathery mignonette, — at the season when the brilliant boule-
A ards form the most brilliant mosaic of gorgeous shops and tender green
haves, among the well-pleased loungers and animated domino players,
i ladarne and Lorlotte passed. With a great start, as if her heart had
jiven a mighty throb, from Lorlotte, — and even a little thrill from
the calm, philanthropic heart of madame, — the two watchers descried the
( ouple they sought a few yards before them on the quieter side of the way,
1 leside the railings — strolling apart, and engrossed as if they were the only
] '.air in the thronged world ; the tall figure of the man bending down to
Ihe woman, whose little band-box he carried openly, well nigh ostenta-
1 iously, and occasionally touching her shoulder with his disengaged hand
i imiiiarly and caressingly ; the woman creeping close to him for protection
i L*om the carriages which drove close by and from other assailants, reaching
up to him to hear and answer his continued speech ; but a broken-down,
i ather than a pert figure. There was no mistaking M. Hyacinth's step,
j ir, profile ; and the woman with him was in a grisetto's working dress,
vith her cap, neckerchief, and apron, clean, but not smart; and a face
100 LOELOTTE AND THE CAPITAINE.
which might have been pretty when it was round and dimpled, but now
had no more attraction than the pitiful interest of the contrast between its
youthfulness and thinness. It was no older a face yet than Lorlotte's ;
and its eyes still retained the arch habit of continually lifting up and
letting fall their glances, though it was no more now than a mechanical
trick of the eyelids, red and swollen.
After the first terrible throb of Lorlotte's heart, which madame both
saw and felt, and which frightened her a little, lest the girl should become
ill, have to be carried into a shop, cause an esclandre, Lorlotte turned of
her own accord and walked home so fast that madame had difficulty in
keeping up with her. When they reached the shop in the Rue des Magasins
Lorlotte took no notice of M. Dupont, who was in the confidence of
madame, and had prepared an extravagant pantomime of sympathy, made
no inquiry after the capitaine, but proceeded straight to her little bedroom,
locked herself in, and remained deaf and dumb to all invitations to join the
family at supper, all requests to see whether she was ailing, or what
comfort of chocolate or coffee with milk she could receive under the
circumstances.
It was childish behaviour, and madame left the offending child to
herself, notwithstanding monsieur's horrified insinuations that Lorlotte
might have a chafing dish and charcoal in her private possession, or that
she might steal out in the course of the evening, before the doors were
locked, and have recourse to the Seine. Think of the little man's utter
discomfiture and strange misery if he should be called upon to go to
the Morgue and identify the drowned draggled body of the wayward
little cousin, instead of filling the office of young father in giving away
the little cousin to a husband old enough to be her father — the trusty
capitaine. But for that matter, all who liked to go with " the steps of a
fox," and listen outside Lorlotte's chamber-door, could assure themselves
quietly of the baselessness of the charcoal and the Seine visions by the
muffled sounds of the impulsive sobs and simple wails with which the
Gallic nature of the girl asserted itself.
Madame considered that she had administered to Lorlotte bitter
medicine, which could not be swallowed without a grimace, but which
would begin very soon — next morning, perhaps — to work its cure. Madame
was once more mistaken. In the marrying of Lorlotte she had to endure
not one alone, but a series of surprises and checks.
Lorlotte came down to the second breakfast with shining eyes and flaming
cheeks, and announced to madame, as soon as monsieur had strutted out
on his daily round of enjoyments, that M. Hyacinth was the victim of a
conspiracy — that she, Lorlotte, was sure of it. He was the prey of a
designing depraved woman, a monster of iniquity, seeking to lure him to
his destruction. Of course she, Lorlotte, would no more give him tip
than she would surrender without a thought of saving him, a friend who
was slipping within the bars of a cage to encounter the claws and the
teeth of the fiercest tigress in the Jardins des Plantes, or crossing a
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threshold to meet the scorching air and crushing bea-nis of a house
on fire.
Madame had a little qualm that Lorlotte's flights were getting beyond
parallel, except in the cells in Bicetre ; but she bethought herself of the
unlucky English association and mania, and condescended to remonstrate.
'• M. Hyacinth is not a little boy ; he is five-and-twenty, and has seen the
\\orld." ." Some men are never spoilt by worldly wisdom, are always
gaileless enough to be deceived, especially by a woman. Madame has
heard his beautiful sentiments." Madame slightly raised her straight,
thick eyebrows, and sniffed with her powerful nose. " Yes, heard and
forgotten. I do not give a sniff of eau- de-cologne for beautiful sentiments ;
they are like the essence of the flowers, here this moment, gone the next —
eccept musk, and it is not made of flowers, but of rats' tails and the debris
o : great fishes ; and it is vulgar, bourgeoise, I suppose, like plain virtues
a id menages. But, Lorlotte, one ought not to be unjust, cruel, even to a
hated rival, a poor fallen girl. M. Hyacinth's grisette, Minie, has not
b :>rne a bad name, except in keeping house for him, and thus yielding to a
g-eat temptation, which only one in a thousand, like my capitaine, tramples
uader foot, as St. George trampled the dragon," protested madame, rising
from her dire prosaicness, in the excitement of the emergency, to a poetical
image. " Minie is younger than M. Hyacinth, ma foi ! as young as you.
li is she who has been the seduced, by the bold, clever, scoffing, sentiment-
alizing young man, according to all the laws of nature and reason. Besides,
it is certain, and you are a fool if you cannot see it, that he would have
no difficulty in parting from her if she had not been altogether faithful to
him ; he would not be torn in two and tortured as you see he is, no,
nor so grossly imprudent, if they had not loved each other, if he had
found any hole, however small, in her conduct, out of which he could
have cast in a heap his old regard, kindness, constancy."
"It is not true," persisted Lorlotte, half sullenly, half passionately.
" Why does he come to me if it is so ? He can make no horrible sordid
manage de eonvenance with me, as you would have me make with your
siupid raging old man, — your kinsman, the capitaine. M. Hyacinth loves
me, — poor, obscure, ignorant, silly girl as I am ; and he is mine, a moi, my
beautiful, gifted, noble young lover. Ordinary minds cannot understand
him, but I can understand him. I stand by him, he has not trusted me
in vain."
" Truly, mademoiselle, you had better be sure whom you trust,"
commented madame, with a sneer. "I pass over that you are dis-
ol >edient, insolent, ungrateful — I say nothing of it ; but I warn you, though
M. Hyacinth has asked permission to visit here while you are with us,
ho does not advance in his suit. Ma foi, there may be double treachery."
The warning only drove Lorlotte wild.
" You insult me, madame ; you insult both him and me. I believe
y< u are in a conspiracy against us, but I shall not give him up for any-
tling you have told me, nor for what I have seen. He would not do it if
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I were with him, if lie knew Low I adore Lini. I sLall save Liin if I can.
At least I sLall be Lis ; I shall Lave ventured all for Lira, I shall perish
with Lim."
" Lorlotte, you are a mad, wicked girl," madame continued, her eyes
looming large and grim as she pronounced the sentence. " You are not
worthy of my cousin the capitaine, and,! shall have nothing more to do
with you to get disgraced by you. If you do not repent and submit to
your superiors like a modest girl, I send you back in eight little days, my
outrageous mademoiselle, to Boulogne, to your school dormitories and
livres de version. I refuse on principle ever to see your kitten's face
again."
" Very well, madame ; I go back to Boulogne in a moment, and you
find I bid each other an eternal adieu," assented Lorlotte as proud as a
countess, as if she had a chateau and a provincial court to go to. And had
she not Hyacinth her student, and his garret-lodging and Spartan fare to
share ? and was not that better than all the chateaux, in and out of Spain,
and courts in the holy Roman Empire ?
So a matrimonial scheme of madame's was for the first time in her
experience to fall ignominiously to the ground, its wreck damaging in place
of benefiting its subject. But madame had a week to come and go
upon, and there was still the chapter of accidents. She found herself
compelled however to break to the capitaine what remained to be broken
to him of the fact that the peaceful home and the blessed family life which
Lad been in store for Lim, were fading and crumbling away, .matched
against tLe levity and obstinacy cf a girl, an orphan teacher in a
school.
The intimation did not put the capitaine in one of his rages, it was
trifling contradictions which overcame him in that disagreeable manner.
He bore great misfortunes like a man, like a good man, meekly as well as
mournfully. The capitaine even interposed and interceded for the
incorrigible culprit Lorlotte. He alleged that since he had consented' to
an open field and to do battle with anotLer combatant, for Lis br'jcle. Le
tLe vanquisLed man must conform to tLe rules of civilized warfare, sur-
render and withdraw his claim, without complaint or molestation either of
the \ictor or the prize he Lad won. During the days that Lorlotte stood at
bay after the glaring impropriety of her resistance to fate and madame, the
capitaine not only did not reproach her and urge her, but was so studiously,
wistfully polite to her that the rigidity of his bearing took a special tender
inclination towards her ; which though she wilfully misnamed it hypocritical
assumption, of a piece with the stratagem which was to have married her
off-hand to the elderly, thriftless, turbulent-tempered soldier, unconsciously
soothed her wounded spirit and tempted the troubled aggrieved girl to fly
for refuge to the honour and humanity of her natural enemy. Madame's
hawk's eyes detected and darted on the single favourable symptoms.
" I do not give it up yet. I do not forbid the patterns of the trousseau.
My capitaine has not departed from Fontainebleau. My cat of a mademoiselle
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is not packed off to Boulogne again. Perhaps, who knows? I may shrug
ny shoulders at the whole set when Denis does not go to Algerie
after all."
CHAPTER IV.
LORLOTTE MAD, THE CAPITAINE HER KEEPER.
T [IEEE was a crisis at the door more imminent and conclusive than madame
could have hoped for. In that merry month of May, so fertile in revolu-
tions at Paris, M. Hyacinth suddenly vanished from the entresol in the
Hue des Magasihs to the last hair of his beard, and made no sign at the
vory moment when Lorlotte was in tribulation because of him, when as a
p'eux chevalier he should have stood by her to death and marriage.
For three whole days M. Hyacinth did not show himself at the Duponts,
dd not send explanation or apology. He was no longer visible in the
s'veets or the gardens ; was no longer to be heard of as seen or spoken to
iii any company. It looked as if he had dissolved in thin air, and become
impalpable as any ghost, ancient or modern.
Madame vouchsafed no remark on the secession from her society ; but
there was a repressed glance in her grey-green eyes which told its tale.
jLonsieur chattered his wonder, called himself back, and swallowed his
words a dozen times a day.
Lorlotte was staggered, stunned, scared; but here she would not be
as Fronted. She stared at madame as if she would look her through and
through. Had she done this thing ? But no ; madame was honest in her
b' untness, downrightness, imperiousness, and madame's face was that of
0:1 innocent ignorant woman.
Lorlotte was looking out of one of the windows of inadame's salon which
d )rninated over a back view, somewhat of a Savoyard's view of roofs and
chimneys ; but it also commanded an ancient grand house in a court, long
abandoned by the quality, and used as a warehouse. Desolation reignel
ii the old court and garden ; bent, withered, moss-grown trees, which no
summer would make young again, plants clinging to the walls, tiger-cats
watching Jean Jaques' sparrows, were all the? life there. The profound
f( rlornness and decay of the hotel contrasted with the bourgeoise glitter
aid lacquer of madame's salon, and something in the contrast made
1 oiiotte clench her small hands and whisper to the capitaine to speak with
h >r in the window.
" Will you see what has come to him ? There is only you who has
si ill any regard for me, so that I can ask you to serve me ; if you refuse I
ir ust find some other messenger."
He did not refuse ; the brick-red colour rose to the roots of his close -
cl ipped grizzled hair, but he saluted her with his hand to his livid forehead
and accepted her commission in half military phrase, — " Yes, my
mademoiselle, without fail," — and went awav on the instant.
104 LORLOTTE AND THE CAPITAINE.
He came back in the evening much hotter than could be accounted for
from his march in double quick time to and from M. Hyacinth's lodgings.
He was perturbed, distressed. He knew he was going to hurt, shame,
break the heart of the little girl who had been proposed to him as his wife.
it would be saying little to assert that the capitaine would rather have
marched up to the cannon's mouth, for he had seen smoke with the stern
joy of a brave man, a born soldier ; he would sooner have retreated, with
borne down colours and trailing pikes, before the foe. But mademoiselle
had elected him to the duty of relieving her devouring anxiety, and he
would relieve it, though she would hate him for ever afterwards ; and there
was every facility afforded for tete-a-tete between the capitaine and Lorlotte.
" Where is M. Hyacinth?" demanded Lorlotte, laying aside all her
coyness in her bewilderment and apprehension. * ' Why is he not here ?
Has he been interdicted, insulted?" pressed Lorlotte, her questions
following each other like successive flashes of lightning, her bright cheeks
stained and dyed like poppies, no longer like June roses, but flushed and
heavy with passion, her violet eyes distended, her nostrils quivering.
"M. Hyacinth is particularly engaged, mademoiselle," growled the
capitaine, low and slow, and hanging his head in spite of the stiffness of
his collar.
" But how ? I will know," cried Lorlotte, beating her hands together,
and stamping her foot. " Mon Dieu ! he is ill, he is dead."
" Oh, not at all, mademoiselle; anything but that," exclaimed the
capitaine, blowing his nose sonorously.
" Bid he not bid you tell me then ? "
" I did not wait for his bidding. I am afraid he was too much occu-
pied to think of it, but I said I should inform you that — that M. Hyacinth
Mussit was married at noon this day at the bureau of the district mayor,
and immediately afterwards at the nearest church — for Mademoiselle
Minie is a good Catholic — to Mademoiselle Minie Yirien, late sewing-girl
at an outfit shop in some quarter or other — tete bleu ! I forget the name,"
blustered the capitaine, in a clumsy effort to conceal his consciousness.
"You are like the rest," cried the poor girl, turning upon him with
blind, random blows, in her agony resisting and fighting to the last. " You
are hired to deceive and betray me."
" My mademoiselle, hear me," he pleaded. He did not heed her ingra-
titude and recklessness, he could no more have been incensed by her
words than he could have been enraged by a poor dog which had licked
his hand an hour before, snapping at him as he strove to pluck a knife
from its side. He was only eager to disabuse her, to open her eyes,
though she might be shocked, driven to despair. "M. Hyacinth was
arrested for debt in bed on the morning of the 17th, three days ago. He
has been in prison ever since till this morning. He knew what was
coming, and, pardon me, mademoiselle, wanted to save himself with your
fortune. He thought it was thousands, not hundreds. M. Dupont made
a mistake in stating the number the day he brought him to the railway
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station, when lie proposed to accompany you to Montniorenci, and
M. Hyacinth had heard a rumour of Mademoiselle Agathe's dot, and
stranger as he was, confused the relations."
Lorlotte was subdued now ; she was shrinking down and hiding her
face with her hands. "All base," she muttered bitterly, "from first to
last."
But the capitaine, though his heart bled for her, did not know what it
was to leave a tale unfinished, or to kick a man with his back at the wall,
and trample on the fallen.
" M. Hyacinth was a desperate man," he continued, " and M. Hyacinth
is arrested — the 17th, as I said — and is taken away without any
noise. He goes without saying that he desires to keep the mystery as
quiet as possible, and to pass off the officers in plain clothes as friends
from the country, as we all do, mademoiselle ; but the quieter he keeps it,
the longer he is likely to be of getting his release. Now, what does that
brave girl Minie do?" went on the capitaine, warming with his subject,
and forgetting for a moment the interest of his auditor. " She is
acquainted with the accident ; she gives up work, food, rest, everything,
for the next three days and nights. The faithful girl flies about— doing it
by stealth, keeping his secret all the time — you comprehend ? — to all the
journal offices who owe money to M. Hyacinth, and all the friends who
have borrowed of him, and must pay him before his day of reckoning.
She adds her little store to it ; she has a sale of the small effects in her
garret, and adds that also, till she makes up the requisite sum, and has
out her friend, a free man again, in triumph this morning ; only there is
nothing but bare walls to go to, for his creditors have taken away
his bed, his chairs. It is to her equal, more than equal ; she has not
even bare walls to go to, and she may beg in the streets, because she has
been dismissed by her employers for him."
"Stop there, monsieur the capitaine," commanded Lorlotte, putting
down her hands, and looking at the speaker with a white, contracted face.
" She has done all for him. He would have been a brute if he had not
done what he could for her in return. Ah ! she has the best right to him ;
and she may take him," added Lorlotte, with a hysterical laugh, passing
swift as an arrow-flight to the painful process called trying to " pluck up a
spirit." " Much good may he do her."
The capitaine did not admire and applaud the process ; he rebuked it
in the simple gravity and persistence with which he pursued his narrative
and gave its sequel. " They are sitting hand in hand within the bare walls,
Ae is fainting on his breast with hunger and with the bliss of being his wife.
He is feeding her with the only crust and drop of wine he can procure, and
crying over her, and vowing to cherish her and live for her. He begs you to
forgive and forget him utterly ; and you forgive the poor young miserables,
and bless, not curse, them, mon enfant," implored the capitaine.
But Lorlotte broke away from him with a wild " Moi ! I have nothing
:o forgive and forget. But there is one person to whom I owe something.
VOL, xvi. — NO. 91. 6.
106 LOELOTTE A.ND THE CAPITAIME.
I shall not forget you, my capitaine. I love you." A perverse, regardless,
unblushing speech, but one which caused the capitaine's brain to reel as if
a mine had sprung beneath it.
Lorlotte did not fall ill on the demolition of he*r romance, she was
of too healthy a nature. Neither did she run away back to Boulogne to
escape lectures, blame, condolence, fresh schemes for her establishment.
She was too matter- of- fact, in spite of her spice of romance and her
rebellious adventure, and too dependent. She accepted the situation, and
lived on in the Rue des Magasins, but listless and heartsick to begin with,
not caring what became of her, who talked of and to her, and that the
capitaine had not suspended his visits to the entresol, when he was off
duty, for a single day, or intermitted a single bouquet ; and rnadame was
n,s pointed as ever in presenting Lorlotte with the largest and the choicest
of the flowers.
What will the world think if it is informed that in about seven
days Lorlotte began to recover a little from her mortal malady of a broken
heart ? Before condemning Lorlotte for fickleness and levity, reflect that
she had only known M. Hyacinth for a wonderful fortnight ; now the
girl's heart which is broken by the startling, sad, mortifying end of even
the rapture of a fortnight, must be fragile indeed.
Lorlotte 's heart was made of stouter stuff. She had only come to that
trying stage of her girl's history when she must be taught that life and
happiness is not hers to have and to hold ; when, on the contrary, she
must awake some fine morning and rise and go up with her fond dreams,
eager ambitions, heart desires, and bind them, lay them there on the altar
of burnt offerings, slay, and kindle the pile, and leave them there in ashes.
Well for her if the will is taken for the deed, and the ram caught in the
thicket substituted for the son, the only son Isaac ; — if it is but the light
traceries of fancy, vanity, and passion of the young girl, and not the
tender affections, the cherished memories and hopes, all the delicate cling-
ing fibres of the woman's heart.
In seven more days of judicious neglect from raadame, inconsequent
mercurialism from monsieur, old-world loyalty of homage from the
capitaine, of May and of Paris, Lorlotte arrived at looking up and looking
about her again, at shaking out her flowing muslin skirts, and twirling her
waves of glossy hair, at lingering over the arrangement of the capitaiue's
great stars of Cape jessamine, coral fuchsias, moss rosebuds, even at being
guilty of something like delight when the capitaine brought the ladies of
the family tickets for a popular vaudeville. Lorlotte was but a bigger
child ; she had rejected monsieur's sugar almonds, but she grasped at the
vaudeville, though she recollected herself in time to relapse the next
moment into the gloom befitting the blighted heroine of a tragedy.
The wounds of the young heal fast ; but the month of May was
ending as fast as Lorlotte's mourning for her short-lived dream ; and
80 was the term of the capitaine's regiment's sojourn at Fontainebleau.
Before Lorlotte had Ume to think of it, the capitaine, looking graver and
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gaunter than usual, approaclied her where she sat among madame's
flowers in the background of the salon, while niadame played propriety,
stitched, and went through the part of consulting M. Dupont on domestic
affairs in the foreground, and addressed her, —
" I have come to take my leave, my good mademoiselle. We have the
route in twenty-four hours, and I shall be very busy in the interval."
Loiiotte looked up, taken by surprise, and forced to stand aghast and
feel forlorn, seeing not the capitaine gone alone, but her holidays over,
herself back at Boulogne, presiding over the milk-soup in the refectory,
setting copies in the schoolroom, teased by the little girls, snubbed by
some of the big ones, without the old light heart to keep her own among
them, and the realization supplied her with becoming sympathy for the
capitaine's position. Tears gathered quickly, and dimmed the brightness
of the violet eyes, the corners of the mouth drooped disconsolately. " I
am very sorry, M. le Capitaine, I am going to lose one who has been my
friend." She said it with breaks, and oh, such a long, deep, fluttering
sigh from the bottom of her girlish heart.
" Mademoiselle has many friends," suggested the capitaine, pulling his
wiry, straight moustache a VEmpereur.
"I do not know that," replied Loiiotte, briskly and naively. " I have
offended madame beyond redemption, and I daresay I shall offend my
Boulogne friends too. These strong, self-restrained English, when they
find I have grown cross and wretched, subject to migraine (I know I shall
slap and shake the little ones, and have hysteria) will preach to me, and
doctor me every hour of the day, and when they find it does not answev
I shall perhaps be turned off like that girl Minie. Oh, it will be trisie,
horrible," ended Lorlotte, letting her head fall as low as her arms, for she
had not intended to say so much, and she would fain stay before they
were seen those tears which had broken all bounds, and were dropping in
a heavy shower in her lap.
" Mademoiselle Loiiotte, promise to tell me, to send me word directly,"
stammered the capitaine.
She shook her head smiling faintly like the sun through a shower.
" I wish I had no more than M. Hyacinth's years, or had not been a
foolish old spendthrift, but had saved my pay, and that I were anything
save a brawling dog whose bark is worse than his bite maybe, but who
disturbs the quarter with his howling, all the same," regretted the capitaine
idly.
Lorlotte stopped crying on the instant, and looked up with tears like
dewdrops hanging on her cheeks, and her lips like the cleft cherry parted
in breathless expectation, so that he could not choose but finish his speech.
" For then I might have been able to protect and pet my little darling."
" Do you mean it, my capitaine ? " cried Loiiotte with a quaver in the
clear treble of her voice.
" Without doubt, mademoiselle." The old soldier confirmed his
words, struck by his own boldness.
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1 'Ah! Iain so glad and grateful I would say," explained Lorlotte,
nodding and flushing violently at the indiscreet slip of her nimble tongue.
" I was not so ungrateful as people thought, when you were so noble even
to sinners, and bore with me and pitied me in the punishment of my
naughtiness. I am tired of the young people, and the communion of souls ;
I shall have nothing more to say to them. I want only a brave, kind man,
whom I can reverence and be fond of, to take good care of me, and I
shall take good care of him and his menage, if he will let me. As for his
rages, I have no fear of them when I know that though he would think
nothing of shooting a Russian or stabbing an Austrian when it was
necessary, he would not willingly harm a fly ; and as for unwillingly, if he
is to go mad and hurt anybody when he does not intend it," concluded
Lorlotte with the utmost gravity, * ' say, is it not fitter that he should hurt
his own wife, who will understand it and take it in good part, than a
stranger, who might say he did it on purpose ? "
So madame mounted the breach at last a conqueror, and the capitaine
did not march to Algerie. Lorlotte was as good as her word ; stored the
capitaine's stray francs of pay, marketed and bargained for him, kept his
rooms clean and bright, and his models of fortification and his military
memoirs in beautiful order ; and was not only not frightened at the poor
fellow in his constitutional frenzies, but would keep her hand on his arm
till he calmed down, mollified, mesmerised. Nay, Lorlotte blossomed so
sweetly and cheerily, and remained so child-like by the capitaine's stove
and his window-frame, on his promenades and in the dances at the rural
fetes which the capitaine and Madame Le Froy shared, according to pro-
vision, with Madame and M. Dupont, that Lorlotte well nigh made the
capitaine be faithless to his old French soldier's deepest love of flowers
and children, being herself always the freshest of his flowers, the youngest-
hearted of his children.
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WE seem to be arriving at a general agreement on the question of the part
which the ancient literature ought to play in a liberal education. Some
thirty-five years ago, when all such subjects were discussed with great
energy, it seemed possible that the reaction against Latin and Greek might
be pushed to an extent very dangerous to the culture of the country. But
what strikes one in watching the discussion in our own time is, that the
old tongues receive support from quarters where their partisans feel hardly
entitled to look for it. Let a general reader, for instance, turn over the
highly interesting blue-books containing the Report of the Commission on
Public Schools. He will think it quite natural that the orthodox doctrine
on the subject of classical education should be maintained, — as it is with
great elegance and ingenuity, — by a man like Dr. Temple, of Eugby. But
he will scarcely be prepared for the friendly tone towards it of Professor
Owen, who represents a class of subjects with which it is supposed to
interfere unjustly ; or of Dr. Max Miiller, who, as a Professor of Modern
Languages, might be imagined to hold his office aggrieved by its predomi-
nance. Even these cases, however, will startle him less than the discourse
of Mr. Mill, as Rector of St. Andrews, where a philosopher of the most
advanced type is found defending the ancient system with a decision as
remarkable as his ability. There are still differences of opinion on details,
— such as the degree of prominence which ought to be given to Latin and
Greek composition, and so forth. But there is substantial agreement
among men of the greatest weight in all positions, as to the main fact that
the classics ought to continue to be the basis of the higher education.
Other studies are properly receiving more attention than they used to do.
But the corner-stone of the edifice will still be taken from the Greek
temple and the Roman bridge ; from the race which taught Europe to
think and feel, and the race which taught Europe to organize and
govern.
People are apt, however, to forget the essentially twofold and peculiar
position of the classical writers, arising from the fact that their books are
not only works of literature but school-books. Tennyson is a poet ; but
Horace is a poet and a schoolmaster at the same time ; and the natural
result is that many who have read him in boyhood, lay him by afterwards
as something belonging to their boyish years. This, to be sure, is less
true of Horace than of nearly any other ancient ; but it is true of them all,
and his name will do to point our illustration. Every man of the world
must be surprised at the rarity even among highly educated men, of men
who continue to read the classical literature as a literature ; who turn from
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Bj-ron and De Musset to Catullus or the Greek Anthology ; and from
Chatham and Erskine to Demosthenes and Cicero ; with the feeling that
they are comparing brothers who differ in language and period, but are
akin in genius and aspiration. Many lose the power of the familiar perusal
of these masters by continuous neglect of the language ; and some indeed
have, with every advantage, failed to attain it. Of many more it may be
said that " the world is too much with them," — with all its struggles
and temptations, — for that kind of thing ; while the immense extent of
modern literature offers to others a more intellectual excuse. But outside
the comparatively small circle of the most highly educated class, lies a
vast body of intelligent men, eager for knowledge, fond of reading, but to
whom, from their want of early training in the subject, the Greek and
Latin authors must for ever remain, — as regards the originals, — a fountain
sealed up. Now, are either of the types of which we have been speaking,
— those who have forgotten their classics, and those who never knew them,
— quite aware of all the extent of the material at their disposal, with which
to make up for the deficiency ? Have they any conception of the amount,
or the excellence, of those translations of the classics, which from the great
age of Elizabeth downwards have formed such an important part of the
literature of England ? We think not. We think that the translators are
unreasonably neglected ; and we propose to illustrate our statement, partly
by showing the utility of such versions ; and partly by noticing the best
specimens of them, on such a humble scale as the limits of a Magazine
permit.
In the first place, it is not easy to exaggerate the degree to which
translation has been useful in the modern world. The Greek writers, to
begin with, were invariably published long after the revival of letters with
Latin versions ; and some Latin versions, like the celebrated Plato of
Marsilius Ficinus, from an MS. of the Medici family, supplied the Platonic
doctrines to whole generations of scholars. It is probable that Bacon
read the Greek philosophers in Latin, which has always, indeed, been the
more literary language in modern Europe, of the two ; and what may
confidently be assumed of Bacon, may be fairly conjectured of other great
men. But vernacular translation has even a more illustrious history.
The Virgil of Phaer, the Homer of Chapman, the Seneca and Pliny of
Holland were, as Warton says, " the classics of Shakspeare ; " while Sir
Thomas North's Plutarch's Lives, rendered from the French of Arnyot,
Bishop of Auxerre, furnished him with the materials from which he con-
structed Coriolanus, Julius Cccsar, and Antony and Cleopatra. North's
Plutarch was, beyond doubt, the Plutarch of Clarendon and Sidney, as
the Drydenian and Langhornian versions were of later generations. It
was in a French translation that Kousseau read Plutarch, and Napoleon,
too, who loved him so well. Frederick the Great perused the classics in
French. A translation of Caesar's Commentaries was one of three books
which always lay within reach by the bedside of the Duke of Wellington ;
and it is in translations, we believe, that the present Emperor of the
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French studies the history of the great Eoman. With so much high
association in its favour, translation can hardly be accused of want of
dignity. There is no doubt an impression that all translation must be a
faint image of the original, which indisposes many people to meddle with
it. And this impression is not wholly unreasonable. Without going so
f:.r as Lamartine did, when he said that nobody could be translated,
we may admit that very excellent rendering is rare — as rare, as very
excellent original writing. But we must not make the case worse than it
is ; for, in the first place, there is much more first-rate translation than
is commonly believed ; and, in the next place, it is by no means of equal
importance how well each author is dealt with. The poets lose most ; and
those historians, like Tacitus, who have a very striking and peculiar and
distinctive manner, and stand alone in their art, with Rembrandt in paint-
ing, or Rabelais in comic fiction. But sometimes even these fall into the
hands of a man of genius ; while authors in whom style is less important
or remarkable may be less skilfully handled, with little comparative mis-
chief. Plutarch is quite as enjoyable in English as in Greek ; and all a
sensible reader would care for in an English Pliny the Elder, or Quintilian,
or Atbenaeus, would be some reasonable guarantee for its accuracy. In
short, by reading the cream of the translations of the poets, and contenting
himself with good business-like ones of the other books of antiquity, an
English reader may acquire not only a mass of positive knowledge about
the ancient world, but a very fair notion of the type and character of the
genius of the most wonderful of its writers. He will do well, of course, to
acquaint himself with the old geography, from a good classical map, and
•with the antiquities, from some lucid solid book, like the Eoman Antiquities
of Professor Ramsay, — a worthy Greek companion of which is much wanted.
We assume, too, that he is not likely to be ignorant of the best works in
his own language on the history of the classical nations, such as those of
Dr. Arnold and Mr. Grote ; or that, at least, he has, learned the general
facts of their history from the narratives of good school-books of the stamp
of those of Keightley and Dr. Schmitz. For, without collateral knowledge
of these different kinds, much in the mere text of the ancients would be
unintelligible, or half-intelligible ; and the whole literature would have a
vague unreal air essentially disappointing.
Translations of the Homeric poems — especially of the Iliad — have
been so numerous lately that the subject threatens to become wearisome.
And yet we are still without any work which adequately represents all the
qualities of the Iliad. We are still obliged to select from the mass of
versions (forming a literature in themselves) those which best express —
each in its own way — some characteristic of the incomparable original.
Homer's is the only poetry existing which combines the true fresh homeli-
ness, simplicity, and nature of the primaeval world with a grandeur of
thought and felicity of expression which the most civilized ages can never
sufficiently admire. Here lies the difficulty of reproducing him in a modern
language ; and WG must be content to gather something of the different
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elements of his charm from translators separated by whole generations.
Chapman, Pope, and Lord Derby may be drawn out from the multitude,
and may stand for representatives of various kinds of merit, and of the
qualities of three queenly ages, each of which has produced a characteristic
type of thought and taste. Chapman is the most essentially poetical of
the group. His old-fashioned poem, in fourteen- syllable metre, with the
ballad lilt in its simple music, lies, by its very oddity, nearer the antique
world than the conventional brilliance of Pope, or the somewhat severe and
stately elegance — the conscious and cultivated simplicity — of Lord Derby.
Chapman catches, with peculiar success, the " infantine, familiar clasp of
things divine," which Mrs. Browning so happily attributes to our own
Homeric Chaucer. How delicious his name for 'Ho,c, Aurora— " the Lady
of the Light ! " How tenderly he describes Athene, the " blue-eyed maid "
of other translators, —
Then, taking breakfast, a big bowl filled with the purest wine,
They offered to the Maiden Queen that hath the azure eyne.
How homely, and yet beautiful, his rendering of fiou-n-ig — " she with the
cow's fair eyes ;" and with what a rough vigour he brings out all the force
of a famous simile in the following passage : —
As when the harmful king of beasts (sore threatened to be slain
By all the country up in arms) at first makes coy disdain
Prepare resistance, but at last when any one hath led
Bold charge upon him with his dart, he then turns yawning head,
Fell anger lathers in his jaws, his great heart swells, his stern
Lasheth his strength up, sides and thighs waddled with stripes to learn
Their own powers, his eyes glow, he roars, and in he leaps to kill,
Secure of killing,
It was this wild strength of Chapman's, this clinging to all the primitive
raciness of the original, which made Keats sit up over him at their first
acquaintance till the Lady of the Light herself showed her saffron robe in
the east. And yet the "unconquerable quaintness " of Chapman, noted
by Lamb, as when he makes Achilles say, —
I will not use my sword
On thee, or any, for a wench, —
prevents one from accepting him as a sole and all-sufficient translator of
Homer. For, though he gives, with a wonderful happiness belonging to
the early period in which he lived, what may be called the ballad side of
Homer, there is a side to those poems which only a more cultivated age
than Chapman's can do justice to. There is a side by which they appeal
to the nicety and subtlety of taste of Augustan eras, in which power of
Chapman's sort appears somewhat rude and unfamiliar. Now, that Pope's
Homer is founded on essential misconception we readily admit ; nor do we
believe that it will ever again hold in the eyes of men of letters the rank
which it held in those of Dr. Johnson and his school. The characteristic
Homeric naturalness appears nowhere in Pope. We need not expose orice
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more the famous night-piece, the moonlight scene at the end of the eighth
book of the Iliad, which Wordsworth selected as a typical specimen of the
J'alse in poetic art. For the same kind of fault meets one everywhere in
Jiis translations ; all is conventional ; we have, —
So spoke the fair, nor knew her brothers' doom,
Wrapt in the cold embraces of the tomb, —
when the original so affectingly tells us only, that "the life -nourishing
earth held ' Helen's brothers ' in their loved fatherland." Pope is best in
moral as distinct from tender or descriptive passages ; for instance, in
Mich scenes as the meeting at which Thersites is chastised by Ulysses, in
ihe second book of the Iliad : —
But if a clam'rous vile plebeian rose,
Him with reproof he check'd, or tam'd with blows ;
Be still, thou slave, and to thy betters yield,
Unknown alike in council and in field !
Ye gods, what dastards would our host command !
Swept to the war, the lumber of a land.
Be silent, wretch, and think not here allow' d,
That worst of tyrants, an usurping crowd.
To one sole monarch Jove commits the sway,
His are the laws, and him let all obey.
And even where a different tone is required, as hi the memorable interview
between Hector and Andromache in book sixth, Pope executes the work
mth a high vivacious spirit and rhetorical swing, under the charm of
x^hich we are apt to forget that Popian qualities and Homeric qualities are
1 wo different things : —
There, while you groan beneath the load of life,
They cry, Behold the mighty Hector's wife !
Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to see,
Embitters all thy woes by naming me.
The thoughts of glory past, and present shame,
A thousand griefs shall waken at the name !
May I lie cold before that dreadful day
Press'd with a load of monumental clay !
Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep,
Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee weep.
Pope was in fact so great a writer, and so full of the brilliant spirit of
:he age of Marlborough and Bolingbroke, that by sheer ability and skill
le imposed a Popian Homer as a Homeric Homer upon the English
people for a hundred years. There were grumblers all along from
Sentley onwards, but the tide of popularity was too strong. One good
effect was produced so far, that all England learned the stories of the
Iliad and Odyssey, and formed some conceptions of their grand and
shadowy heroes, from the figures, clad in the silk of Queen Anne's age,
vhich stalked loftily through the pages of the wonderful little bard. But
Chapman was forgotten till Coleridge and Lamb's time, when, as usual,
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there was a reaction, during which Pope's Homer was treated with gross
injustice, and reviled for want of likeness to the original by men who had
no personal knowledge as to what the original was like. The ballad
theoiy was pushed to an extent which threatened us with a Homer from
the establishment of Mr. Catnach in Seven Dials. But we have now
arrived at an age of reconciliation and compromise ; and Lord Derby's
Iliad is the worthy exponent of this condition of things. It is at once
more natural than Pope's and more cultivated than Chapman's, and
though probably inferior in power to both, is, from its harmony with that
indefinable agency, the spirit of the age, likely to be much more read for
years to come than either. Lord Derby's style is chaste, elegant, modern,
without the conventional falsetto of Pope. His blank verse suits admirably
the Homeric dignity, without being fatal to the Homeric freshness ; and
while free from that elaborate Miltonism which makes the blank verse of
Cowper, in spite of all his ability, so tedious by its constant suggestion of
incongruous associations. Any reader who compares the Earl's version
of the celebrated suppliant visit by Priam to Achilles, in the twenty -fourth
book, with Pope's, will readily, observe the good effect produced by the
Wordsworthian revival. We transcribe the most important portion of it
containing the old Trojan monarch's speech :—
Think, great Achilles, rival of the Gods,
Upon thy father, ev'n as I myself
Upon the threshold of un joyous age :
And haply he, from them that dwell around,
May suffer wrong, with no protector near
To give him aid ; yet he rejoicing, knows
That thou still livest ; and day by day may hops
To see his son returning safe from Troy ;
While I, all hapless, that have many sons,
The best and bravest through the breadth of Troy
Begotten, deem that none are left me now.
Fifty there were, when came the sons of Greece ;
Nineteen the offspring of a single womb ;
The rest the women of my household bore.
Of these have many by relentless Mars
Been laid in dust ; but he my only one,
The city's and his brethren's sole defence,
He, bravely fighting in his country's cause,
Hector, but lately by thy hand hath fall'n :
On his behalf I venture to approach
The Grecian ships ; for his release to thee
To make my pray'r, and priceless ransom pay.
Then thou, Achilles, reverence the Gods ;
And, for thy father's sake, look pitying down
On me, more needing pity ; since I bear
Such grief as never man on earth hath borne,
Who stoop to kiss the hand that slew my son.
Thus as he spoke, within Achilles' breast
Fond memory of his father rose ; he touch'd
The old man's hand and gently put him by ;
Then wept they both by various mem'ries stirred.
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Or.e prostrate at Achilles' feet bewailed
His warrior son ; Achilles for his sire,
And for Patroclus wept, His comrade dear ;
And through the house their weeping loud was heard..
rrhere is a grave quiet melancholy about all this, which is very impressive.
Pope blazes away in his own great manner : —
Ah, think, thou favour'd of the pow'rs divine,
Think of thy father's age, and pity mine !
In me that father's rcv'rcnd image trace,
Those silver hairs, that venerable face, &c.
It is magnificent, we exclaim for the hundredth time with the French
general ; it is magnificent, but it is not Homer. Nevertheless, Pope must
be read for that marvellous power ; and he who to Pope ,and Chapman
i dds Lord Derby, and the delightful Odyssey of the late Mr. Worsley, will
have done his duty as an Englishman to Homer in English. Were this a
1 taper on translations of Homer only, we should rejoice to extract largely
irom the Odyssey of Mr. Worsley. The flow of his sweet Spenserian stanza
t eems the echo of the waves which beat on the coast of the country of the
btus-eaters ; and the pleasant illusion of a Mediterranean atmosphere
1 angs about his whole book.
We must proceed, however, to the Greek tragedians, with regard to
whom we are glad to observe that good translation from them is on the
iacrease. The venerable uEschylus, with his lofty grandeur and deep piety
( f thought, may be studied to advantage in the prose version ^gf his excellent
( ditor Mr. Paley ; and his two masterpieces have been translated in our
lime, by two masters, — the Prometheus by Mrs. Browning, and the
Agamemnon by Dean Milman. Let us take, from the latter, Clytemnestra's
lenowned description of the signalling by beacon-fires from Troy to Argos,
^vhich told the great wicked queen that the enemy's city had fallen before
her husband's army : —
CHORUS.
How long is't since the ruined city fell f
CLYTEMNESTRA.
TbiB day, I aay, born of this very night.
CHORUS.
What messenger hath hither flown so swiftly ?
CL YTESCf E STR A.
The Fire-God, kindling his bright light on Ida 1
Beacon to beacon fast and forward flashed
An cstaffete of fire, on to the rocks
Of Hermes-hallowed Lemnos ; from that isle
Caught, thirdly, Jove-crowned Athos, the red light
That broader, skimming o'er the shimmering sea,
Went travelling in its strength. For our delight
The pine-torch, golden glittering like the sail,
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Spoke to the watchman on Macistus height.
Nor he delaying, nor by careless sleep
Subdued, sent on the fiery messenger :
Ifar o'er Euripus' tide the beacon-blaze
Signalled to the Messapian sentinels.
Light answering light, they sent the tidings on,
Kindling into a blaze the old dry heath ;
And mightier, still, and waning not a whit,
The light leaped o'er Asopus' plain, most like
The crescent moon, on to Cithasron's peak,
And woke again another missive fire.
Nor did the guard disdain the far-seen light,
But kindled up at once a mightier flame.
O'er the Gorgopian lake it flashed like lightning
On the sea-beaten cliffs of Megaris ;
"Woke up the watchman not to spare his fire,
And, gathering in its unexhausted strength,
The long-waving bearded flame from off the cliffs
That overlook the deep Saronian gulf,
As from a mirror streamed. On flashed it ; reached
Arachne, our close neighbouring height, and there
Not un-begotten of that bright fire on Ida,
On sprang it to Atrides' palace-roof.
Here we have the true classical concentration, the pithy grace, which
wastes no word or epithet ; and it is useful to contrast the Dean's piece
of work with the loose clever rhyming paraphrases of the same passage in
Lord Lytton's Athens, its Eise and Fall. Would that the Dean had tried
his hand on the noble description of the battle of Salamis in the Persce !
But the volume from which we have just quoted contains a most interest-
ing rendering of the Baccha of Euripides, a poet to whom English trans-
lators have paid little attention. Sophocles, meanwhile, has recently
found a loyal and skilful interpreter of all his tragedies in Mr. E. H.
Plumptre, whose book is an addition of solid value to the branch of
English literature under review. When one of Plutarch's heroes was
asked to come and listen to a man who imitated the nightingale, he said
that he had heard the nightingale herself. But one may have heard the
nightingale of Colonos herself, and still enjoy her in Mr. Plumptre's
(Edipus at Colonos in the chorus that all scholars love : —
STROPH. 1.
Chor. Of all the land that counts the horse its pride
Thou com'st, O stranger, to the noblest spot,
Colonus, glistening bright,
Where evermore, in thickets freshly green,
The clear-voiced nightingale
Still loves to haunt, and pour her plaintive song,
By purpling ivy hid,
Or the thick leafage sacred to the Gods,
By mortal's foot untouched,
By sun and winds unscathed.
There wanders Dionysos wild and free,
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Still following with the train of goddess-nymphs
Protectors of his youth.
ANTISTROPII. 1.
And there, beneath the gentle dews of heaven,
The fair narcissus with its clustered bells
Blooms ever, day by day,
Time-honoured wreath of mighty goddesses ;
And the bright crocus with its leaf of gold.
And still unslumbering flow
Kephisus' wandering streams ;
They fail not from their spring,
But ever, swiftly rushing into birth,
Over the plain they sweep,
Over the fertile earth,
With clear and crystal wave :
Nor do the muses in their minstrel choir,
Hold it in slight esteem,
Nor Aphrodite with her golden reins.
"We are obliged to limit our quotations from the extent of the subject,
or we should have been glad to reprint the whole of this chorus, Mr.
Plumtre's handling of which seems to strengthen the case of those who
think rhyme unnecessary in rendering even the choral parts of the ancient
tragedies. Nor can we do more than mention his Antigone ; besides
recommending the curious reader to compare his Ajax with the Ajax
published by Professor D'Arcy Thompson in his pleasant volume of
classical miscellanies, Ancient Leaves. It may be observed generally, of
this particular branch of translation, that it is gaining now in conciseness,
and above all in simplicity and freedom from paraphrastical licence.
Whether the ancients painted their statues or not, is a question that has
been much controverted. But one thing is certain : we have no right to
paint over with modem colour what has come down to us in the marble-
whiteness of their diction ; and it is an excellent sign that our scholars are
far more scrupulous than they used to be about expanding, diluting, or
decorating the beauty of their originals. Pope would have hung an
epigrammatic earring without scruple in the ear of the Venus de' Medici,
and the earring would have been the finest gold of wit.
Precisely, however, because Pope did so admirably what he ought never
to have done at all, his example corrupted translations from his time
onwards : writers went on gilding the Greek gold and painting the Italian
lily ; a process all the more absurd since the ancient grace is a severe
*race disdaining rash embellishment ; and since modern ornament can add
nothing, for example, to the peculiar mixture of gravity and suavity which
makes the beauty of a style like that of Sophocles.
An element of luck enters into the history of translation as into every-
thing human. It is difficult to say why more justice should have been
done to Aristophanes than to any of the tragedians ; and yet the great
:omic writer has been more fortunate than ^schylus, Sophocles, or
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Euripides. There is a very able translation of him by his editor Mitchell,
a schoolfellow of Leigh Hunt ; there are others highly esteemed ; and four
of the best of his eleven plays have been executed by Mr. Hookham Frere
with a skill, sympathy, elegance, and point as Aristophanic as Aristophanes
himself. This was the Frere who was Canning's comrade at Eton, the
author of Whistlccraft : a wit, a scholar, a poet, a Tory, of the great Greek
satirist's own stamp. He was Minister at Madrid ; but spent his last years
in Malta, where, surrounded by a sea every wind on which brought classical
associations along with it, he amused his leisure with a loving and careful
study of the old writers. Unfortunately, his Aristophanes having been
privately printed at the Government Press of Malta, is a v#ry scarce book,
copies of which have sold for five pounds, and it is to be hoped that some
day his family will issue an edition of it for the benefit of the world at large.
Let us, in the meantime, enrich our paper with a passage or two from the
copy before us, which bears the old man's autograph, and once belonged
to a distinguished Italian poet.
The prime characteristic, we need scarcely say, of Aristophanes, is that
he is the great poetic satirist of the world. To all the ferocity of Swift's
most serious vein, and the invention of his Tale of a Tub, or Gulliver, he
adds a frolicsomeness as genuine as that of Lamb,, and a lyrical vein as
tender as that of Hood. He gives you the nettle and the nettle-flower ;
cuts an enemy deep with sarcasm, and playfully rubs Attic salt into the
wound. To translate such a man requires many qualities, and brief speci-
mens from plays created to be seen and read as wholes, do neither trans-
lator nor author much justice. Here is a specimen, — from the Kniyhts, —
of the freedom with which the Old Comedy lashed a demagogue : —
CHORUS.
Dark and unsearchably profound abyss,
Gulf of unfathomable
Baseness and iniquity J
Miracle of immense
Intense impudence !
Every court, every hall,
Juries and assemblies, all
Are stun'd to death, deafen'd all
Whilst you bawl.
The bench and bar ring and jar,
Each decree smells of thee,
Land and sea stink of thee,
• Whilst we
Scorn and hate, execrate, abominate
Thee, the brawler and embroilcr of the nation and the state.
You, thtit on the rocky seat of our assembly raise a din,
Deafening all our cars with uproar, as you rave, and howl, and grin.
Watching all the while the vessels with revenue sailing in.
Like the tunny-fishers perched aloft, to look about and bawl,
When the shoals arc seen arriving, ready to secure a haul.
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The occasional hits are most neatly turned off by Mr. Frere. Thus,
when Dicasopolis, in the Acharnians, asks the Megarian what they are
loing at Megara, he answers, —
What we're doing ?
I left our governing people all contriving
To ruin us utterly without loss of time.
'~>ut Frere is equally at home in the poetic parts. How musical these
'.-mes in the Birds, when Peisthetairus hears the nightingale's call :—
Oh, Jupiter ! the dear delicious bird !
With what a lovely tone she swells and falls,
Sweetening the wilderness with delicate air.
And at the close of the Knights, when Demus is revealed sitting in his
rejuvenescent state —
On the citadel's brow,
In the lofty old town of immortal renown,
With the noble Ionian violet crown.
A fuller revelation of this aspect of the poet's and the translator's
genius may be cited from the Acharnians : —
Wherefore are ye gone away,
Whither arc ye gone astray,
Lovely Peace,
Vanishing, eloping, and abandoning unhappy Greece ?
— Love is as a painter ever, doting on a fair design.
Zeuxis has illustrated a vision and a wish of mine.
Cupid is pourtray'd
Naked, unarray'd,
With an amaranthine braid
Waving in his hand ;
With a lover and a maid
Bounden in a band.
Cupid is uniting both,
Nothing loth.
Think, then, if I saw ye with a cupid in a tether, d«ar,
Binding and uniting us eternally together here.
Think of the delight of it ; in harmony to live at last,
Making it a principle to cancel all offences past.
Really I propose it, and I promise ye to do my best
(Old as you may fancy me) to sacrifice my peace and rest ;
Working in my calling as a father of a family,
Labouring and occupied in articles of husbandry.
You shall have an orchard, with the fig-trees in a border round,
Planted all in order, and a vineyard and an olive ground,
When the month is ended, we'll repose from toil,
With a ball and banquet, wine, and anointing oil.
There is surely great power of expression and versification in these
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extracts. It is with reluctance that we forbear to transfer to our pages
the Parabasis of the Birds, —
Ye children of man ! \vhose life is a span, &c.
— which the late Mr. Thackeray could repeat by heart — but we have no
choice.
For the scanty fragments of the Greek lyrists, and some gems of the
minor Greek poets, we may refer to the Last Poems of Mrs. Browning ;
the volume of Dean Milrnan's which has already been laid under con-
tribution ; and the appendix to Mr. C. D. Yonge's Athenaus. With
regard to Pindar, we have nothing better to suggest than the prose version
in Bonn's Classical Library, for to translate Pindar is about as Icarian
a task as Horace tells us it is to rival him. On the whole, indeed, the
reader must understand that all translation of the poets is an approxima-
tion only ; that he is listening to the music of the sea in a shell. In the
case of the prose writers, he is better off, though some of the highest
of these still wait a truly characteristic translator, — a born translator like
Hookham Frere. This is true of Herodotus, who holds the same place
in prose that Homer holds in poetry ; and to reproduce whose antique
simplicity, piety, and artless, easy yet wise reflective garrulity of narration,
would be a task as difficult as that of Chapman or Lord Derby. There
are many translations of Herodotus. The standard one used to be Beloe's,
to which Macaulay gives a pungent side-hit somewhere, by saying of
another book that it is " as flat as champagne in decanters, or Herodotus
in Beloe's translation." Nevertheless, we are much mistaken if it was not
in Beloe that Major Kennell, author of the Geography of Herodotus, read
him, while preparing for a work which is a signal instance of the use to
which translations may be put. The late Isaac Taylor published an
Herodotus with a curious introduction, comparing the state of the modern
with that of the ancient world. But all such versions must, we believe,
be considered to have been superseded by the Herodotus of the Rawlinsons
published by Mr. Murray in four volumes, where a great deal of most
valuable Oriental information illustrative of the text is accumulated. It
fell in our way a few years back, apart from our present purpose, to
compare three books of the Greek with Mr. George Rawlinson's translation,
— a fair enough test of its accuracy; while as for the style, we may say
that if it falls short of the true Herodotean local colour, it is sufficiently
readable, and sometimes felicitously simple. A brief sample will not be
unwelcome, the rather that it contains a story which has become familiar
to all the literatures of Europe : —
" . . . Now it is seven furlongs across from Abydos to the opposite
coast. When, therefore, the Channel had been bridged successfully, it
happened that a great storm arising broke the whole work to pieces, and
destroyed all that had been done. So when Xerxes heard of it he was
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full of wrath, and straightway gave orders that the Hellespont should
receive three hundred lashes, and that a pair of fetters should be cast into
it. Nay, I have even heard it said, that he bade the branders take their
irons and therewith brand the Hellespont. It is certain that he com-
manded those who scourged the waters to utter, as they lashed them,
these barbarian and wicked words : * Thou bitter water, thy lord lays
on thee this punishment because thou hast wronged him without a cause,
huving suffered no evil at his hand. Verily King Xerxes will cross thee
whether thou wilt or no. Well dost thou deserve that no man should
honour thee with sacrifice ; for thou art of a brute, a treacherous and
unsavoury river.' While the sea was thus punished by his orders, he
likewise commanded that the overseers of the work should lose their
hoads." — Book Seventh, cc. 34, 35.
The other most famous historian of Greece, Thucydides, was translated
ir the seventeenth century by the philosopher Hobbes. But it may be
decided that old translations, even when of the first excellence, like
Chapman's Homer and North's Plutarch's Lives, fail to retain their hold
0:1 the world at large in later generations, when the whole way of thinking
a;id tone of writing has changed. It is useless to complain of this, because
it is impossible to alter it. The modern reader, however, is well off in the
case of Thucydides, for the translation of the Reverend Henry Dale holds
a highly respectable rank. As Quintilian said long ago, in that delightful
si immary of the two literatures in his tenth book, which has always seemed
to us to be an epitome of all the best previous criticism of antiquity,
Thucydides is " dense and brief," while Herodotus is " sweet, and candid,
and expansive ; " one excels in strength, the other in delightfulness. We
shall try to select from Mr. Dale a passage marked by the historian's
most distinctive qualities : —
" For afterwards, even the whole of Greece, so to say, was convulsed,
struggles being everywhere made by the popular leaders to call in the
Athenians, by the oligarchical party the Lacedemonians. Now, they would
have had no pretext for calling them in, nor have been prepared to do so,
in time of peace. But when pressed by war, and when an alliance also
v as maintained by both parties for the injury of their opponents and for
their own gain therefrom, occasions of inviting them were easily supplied
to such as wished to effect any revolution. And many dreadful things
befell the cities through this sedition, which occur, and will always do
so, as long as human nature is the same, but in a more violent or
milder form, and varying in their phenomena, as the several variations
of circumstances may in each case present themselves. For in peace
a. id prosperity both communities and individuals have better feelings,
through not falling into urgent needs ; whereas war, by taking away
tie free supply of daily wants, is a violent master, and assimilates most
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men's tampers to their present condition. The states then were thus
torn by sedition, and the later instances of it in any part, from having
heard what had been done before, exhibited largely an expressive refine-
ment of ideas, both in the eminent cunning of their plans and the
monstrous cruelty of their vengeance. The ordinary meaning of words
was changed by them as they thought proper. For reckless daring was
regarded as courage that was true to its friend ; prudent delay as specious
cowardice ; moderation as a cloak for unmanliness ; being intelligent in
everything as being useful for nothing. Frantic violence was assigned to the
manly character ; cautious plotting was considered a specious excuse for
declining the contest. The advocate for cruel measures was always trusted ;
while his opponent was suspected. He that plotted against another, if
successful, was reckoned clever ; he that suspected a plot, still cleverer ;
but he that forecasted for escaping the necessity of all such things, was
regarded as one who broke up his party, and was afraid of his adversaries.
In a word, the man was commended who anticipated our going to do an
evil deed, or persuaded to it one who had no thought of it. ... The
neutrals amongst the citizens were destroyed by both parties ; either
because they did not join them in their quarrel, or for envy that they should
so escape. Thus, every kind of villany arose in Greece from these sedi-
tions. Simplicity, which is a very large ingredient in a noble nature, was
laughed down and disappeared ; and mutual opposition of feeling, with a
want of confidence, prevailed to a great extent. And the men of more
homely wit, generally speaking, had the advantage ; for through fearing
their own deficiency and the cleverness of their opponents, lest they might
be worsted in words, and be first plotted against by means of the versatility
of their enemy's genius, they proceeded boldly to deeds." — Book Third,
oc. 82, 83.
Probably every observation in this masterly sketch has been once more
verified in Europe since the era of revolutions began in '89 ; and surely
a man must be very foolish who with such treasures of ancient experience
open to him in his own language, neglects to put his hand into the bag.
Whatever the value of Thucydides compared with The Times, he is certainly
an excellent companion to that journal ; and, indeed, the whole ancient
literature is acquiring a new value in proportion as our civilization begins
to repeat the features, and to be puzzled with the problems, of the civiliza-
tion under which that literature was produced.
What we have observed of translations of the poets and historians is
pretty well true of those of the philosophers and orators of Greece. There
are a few works of art ; there is a larger number of good solid trustworthy
versions, retaining the usefulness, if they have missed the beauty, of their
originals. Among the first must be reckoned the Banquet of Plato by
Shelley, and his llepubliv by Messrs. Davies and Vaughan : two of the
rare books of the kind giving any glimpse of the graceful flow of the
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Pkionic diction. Plato may no doubt be read with substantial results as
far as the subject-matter is concerned in Burges, Gary, and others ; but
we question whether justice is done to the exquisite delicacy of the narrative
in such dialogues as the Phado and Phadrus. The question of style is of
less significance in the case of Aristotle, whose Ethics have been translated
by Professor Browne, and whose other works are easily accessible in our
lai guage. The Politics ought to engage the special attention of the
Ei glish reader, who will be startled by the immense amount of political
experience recorded in them from the histories of the swarm of common-
wealths on the shores of the Mediterranean, every one of which was as
familiar to Aristotle the politician, as the fish of the /Egean and
sponges of Crete were to Aristotle the naturalist. How closely many
of Aristotle's dicta apply to the events passing every day before our
eyas is only known to those who have thoughtfully gone through
hi:> invaluable treatise, which holds the same place in the history of the
plilosophy of politics that his Poetics do in the history of criticism.
"With regard to the Greek orators, the curiosity of the student for whom
th s essay is intended, will probably be chiefly directed to Demosthenes.
H 3 is far less amusing and brilliant than Cicero ; but his massive lucid
re isoning is a chain of silver; and where he bursts into deliberate eloquence,
th3 effect is overwhelming. Demosthenes may be read in the versions of
L( land, Lord Brougham (for the Oration on the Crown], and Mr. Rann
Kennedy. Plutarch's Demosthenes, though perhaps inferior to his Antony
ard his Pericles, is one of his most charming biographies. And this
lesids us to suggest that the best Plutarch's Lives now accessible to
tha general world is the Drydenian version edited and revised by the
la nented Arthur Hugh Clough. It is far superior to that of the Lang-
he rnes, not only in accuracy but in style ; for the Langhornian version is
deeply tainted with the artificial mannerism which belongs to so many
b( oks of the eighteenth century.
The Greek literature naturally carries away the lion's share of a paper
of this kind, not only because of its superior importance, but because
p<- ople who have some knowledge of Latin are infinitely more numerous
ttan those who have any knowledge of Greek. Nevertheless, we must
indicate the principal English translations of Roman writers, following the
srnie order that we have taken hitherto in the other case. The standard
V'rgil is, of course, Dryden's ; for the JEneid of good old Bishop Douglas
h; s been long the exclusive property of the antiquaries, who find it a
p< rfect mine of the soundest broad Scotch of the antique world. All that
D ryden did he executed with an easy rapid vigour, which is one of his
cl ief distinctions ; and we may still take Gray's advice, " to read Dryden,
and be blind to all his faults." Of his many successors in the task, the
irost interesting at this juncture is Professor Conington, whose JEneid, in
a different, and at first sight, far less suitable metre, has been praised by
V( ry competent judges ; and proves, even on a cursory examination, to
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contain passages of great spirit and liveliness. But great as has been the
attention bestowed by our translators on Virgil, it is exceeded by that
which they have devoted to Horace. Horace has no such rivals to contend
with as Homer and Theocritus ; while in his Satires and Epistles he is all
but the sole master of a species of composition peculiar to Italy. It was
Dr. Johnson's opinion that " the lyrical part of Horace can never be
properly translated;" and this is certainly much confirmed by the fact
that we have no one English version of the Odes entirely pleasing and
faithful. Scattered over our literature there are some delightful successes ;
the Pijrrha of Milton, the Quern tu Melpomene of Bishop Atterbury, the
Beatus ille of Ben Jonson, and so forth. But though a score of hands
have laboured at the Venusian in all forms, from the useful Smart in prose
(that blessing to the modem "literary man") upward, no Horace stands
out supreme even as Pope's Homer, whatever its faults, must be allowed
to do. Milton's Pyrrha is the flower of his odes in English. Francis is
justly becoming obsolete, by reason of his looseness, wordiness, and
general want of fidelity to the truth of classic art, with its "quiet finish and
serene severity of beauty. Among the Horatians of this age, Father Prout
excels in the familiar, and Professor Conington in the. more rigid manner.
But, on the whole, the Imitations of Horace by Pope and Swift give a far
livelier conception of his comic than any other pieces do of his lyrical vein.
His great rival in satire, Juvenal, has been more lucky. His moral spirit
has been excellently seized by Johnson in the London and Vanity of
Human Wishes; and the direct translations of him by Dryden and
Gifford are among the most successful translations in the language.
There was a glorious stream of humour running through Dry den's
fine genius ; and when employed on Juvenal — five of whose best satires
he executed — he gave full vent to it. The broad comedy of his sketch
of the garret of poor Codrus, a hero of the Grub Street of Rome, has often
amused us : —
Codrus had but one bed, so short to boot
That his short wife's short legs hung dangling out ;
His cupboard's head six earthern pitchers graced,
Beneath them was his trusty tankard placed ;
And to support their noble plate there lay
A bending chiron cast in honest clay.
His few Greek books a rotten chest contained
Whose covers much of mouldiness complained ;
Where mice and rats devoured poetic bread,
And on heroic verse luxuriantly were fed. t
A*e dare not quote Dry den's incomparable rendering of the famous
passage on Messalina in the sixth satire ; but we confidently recommend it to
all who relish the old English comic vein. Gifford' s whole Juvenal, too,
is well worth reading ; — good, sturdy, faithful stuff, giving a just notion of
the sense, though not always equally of the humour, of the Latin.
Juvenal's is one of the cases, like that of Frere's Aristophanes, in which
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tho ancient fell into the hands of precisely the kind of moderns who
sympathized with him at all points, and resembled him in essential
characteristics of feeling and taste. There are other instances in the history
of Roman translation. The Terence of the elder Colinan is one of them ;
an i the Pliny 's Letters of Melmoth. But it sometimes happens that, by
a strange perversity, a man just gets hold of the very author with whom he
has nothing in common. Elphinstone, who produced a Martial in the last
ce;itury, was one of these men ; and his book enjoys the ignoble distinction
of being the very worst version of a classical author in the literature of
England. Let us hope that we are now beginning to learn that to translate
a humourist, requires humour ; and to translate a poet, poetry ; and that
the mere power of giving the literal meaning, by itself, can create nothing
but that lowest of all kind of translation which is called a " crib." The
best-turned Martial's epigrams we ever saw appeared in Blackwood's
Magazine some years back. As a satirical epigrammatist, he has no equal
for point ; and there are casual intimations in him of far higher powers
than he ever did justice to. His chief rival in the Latin epigram was that
most delicious of all Latin poets, Catullus — who is, and ever will be,
pe culiarly untranslateable ; his spirit being so rare, and his form so perfect.
Translation has sometimes been compared to decanting wine ; but what if
you have to transfer the glass as well as the liquor ? The greatest of the
poets of Rome according to modern ideas, — Lucretius, — was long read in
the pages of the eccentric and forgotten Creech ; but may be most profit-
ably studied now in the verse of Dr. Mason Goode, or the prose of his
celebrated editor, Mr. Munro.
The two great Roman historians are, on the whole, at a disadvantage
ID our literature, as compared with the two great Greek historians. We
are unable to name a Livy from which anything higher than an honest
r( production of the meaning can be expected ; but Livy's style is remark-
able for combining remarkable natural beauty, especially in narrative,
with a dignity which has all the effect of stateliness and elaboration. As
for Tacitus, it is not fair to ask for a thorough-going translation of him.
He stands apart from the established models of classical diction, pretty much
a -i Mr. Carlyle does in our own times. He may be familiarly described
a 5 a' cross between a great tragic poet and Rochefoucauld : his touches of
description light upon a scene like shafts of sunlight breaking through
clouds in a storm ; he delivers oracles in epigrams, and his satire is prussic
aoid; — his whole books giving you an impression which lasts for life, of
a great soul steeped in speculation, sorrow, and scorn, — and sustained on
the human side of it by an indomitable spirit of aristocracy which is
Iloman to the spinal marrow. Such a man, delivering himself in brief,
torse, elliptical sentences, reading like a kind of spiritual short-hand,
tisks the strength of a translator to the uttermost. The " standard "
translation of Tacitus, that by Murphy, is painfully long-winded ; and as
fir as the History is concerned, must be looked on as thrust out of the
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field by the History of Mr. Church and Mr. Brodribb, issued by
Macmillan and Co., in 1864. From this very clever volume, we select
a couple of passages. Our first is the account of the death of Vitellius
when the Flavian troops obtained possession of Rome in A. D. 70 : —
" When Rome had fallen, Vitellius caused himself to be carried in a
litter through the back of the palace to the Aventine, to his wife's dwelling,
intending, if by any concealment he could escape for that day, to make his
way to his brother's cohorts at Tarracina. Then, with characteristic weak-
ness, and following the instincts of fear, which, dreading everything, shrinks
most from what is immediately before it, he retraced his steps to the
desolate and forsaken palace, whence even the meanest slaves had fled, or
where they avoided his presence. The solitude and silence of the place
scared him ; he tried the closed doors, he shuddered in the empty
chambers, till, wearied out with his miserable wanderings, he concealed
himself in an unseemly hiding-place, from which he was dragged out by
the tribune Julius Placidus. His hands were bound behind his back, and
he was led along with tattered robes, a revolting spectacle, amidst the
invectives of many, the tears of none. The degradation of his end had
extinguished all pity. One of the German soldiers met the party, and
aimed a deadly blow at Vitellius, perhaps in anger, perhaps wishing to
i-elease him the sooner from insult. Possibly the blow was meant
for the tribune. He struck off that officer's ear, and was immediately
despatched.
" Vitellius, compelled by threatening swords, first to raise his face and
offer it to insulting blows, then to behold his own statues falling round him,
and more than once to look at the Rostra and the spot where Galba was
slain, was then driven along till they reached the Gemoniae, the place where
the corpse of Flavius Sabinus had lain. One speech was heard from him
indicating a soul not utterly degraded, when to the insults of a tribune he
answered, * Yet I was your Emperor.' Then he fell under a shower of
blows, and the mob reviled him when he was dead with the same heartless-
ness with which they had flattered him when he was alive."
The above has been chosen to illustrate the historian's power of
description. What follows will do the same office for his faculty of
analysing character, — one of the greatest of his great gifts : —
" The body of Galba lay for a long time neglected, and subjected,
through the licence which the darkness permitted, to a thousand indig-
nities, till Argius his steward, who had been one of his slaves, gave it a
humble burial in his master's private gardens. His head, which the
Butlers and camp-followers had fixed on a pole and mangled, was found
only the next day in front of the tomb of Patrobius, a freedman of Nero's,
whom Galba had executed. It was put with the body, which had by that
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tin.e been reduced to ashes. Such was the end of Servius Galba, who, in
his seventy-three years, had lived prosperously through the reigns of five
emperors, and had been more fortunate under the rule of others than he
wa = in his own. His family could boast an ancient nobility, his wealth
was great. His character was of an average kind, rather free from vices
thru distinguished by virtues. He was not regardless of fame, nor yet
vainly fond of it. Other men's money he did not covet, with his own he
was parsimonious, with that of the state avaricious. To his freedmen and
friends he showed a forbearance which, when he had fallen into worthy
ha: ids, could not be blamed ; when, however, these persons were worthless,
he was even culpably blind. The nobility of his birth and the perils of
the times made what was really indolence pass for wisdom. While in the
vigour of life, he enjoyed a high military reputation in Germany ; as pro-
consul he ruled Africa with moderation, and when advanced in years
showed the same integrity in Eastern Spain. He seemed greater than
a subject while he was yet in a subject's rank, and by common consent
wo aid have been pronounced equal to Empire, had he never been
Enperor."
We shall speak of only one more Roman writer, — the most various,
veisatile, and accomplished of them all; the flower of their culture ; the
type of their eloquence ; the great, the genial, the humane Cicero. Of
hin, it may be said, as Byron said of Pope, and with even more justice,
tht.t he is a " literature in himself." Hardly any writer of antiquity
instructs us so much about so many different sides of its life ; or has
attained excellence in so many branches of knowledge. His oratory has
evioy merit: high eloquence ; ingenious and plausible reasoning; genuine
hu nour ; picturesque description. His familiar letters are among the
me st agreeable ever written. His moral dialogues, like the Friendship and
Old Aye, anticipate the kindly wisdom ami polite pleasant shrewdness of
ou • Addisons and Goldsmiths. His philosophical dialogues at least add
a 3harm to the Greek doctrines by strengthening and enlivening them
with a swarm of apposite anecdotes and illustrative sketches. His
lot s mots are as good as those of Talleyrand or Sheridan ; and
he would have laughed his great living enemy Mommsen out of any
public assembly in Europe. Of such a man, every sensible English-
man ought to know something ; and if no translation does him
justice, any translation, whether the older one of Duncan, or the more
rec ent one of Yonge, supplies ample opportunity of learning from the vast
xnr ss of knowledge accumulated in his books. If a selection had to be made,
we should recommend, first, among the speeches, those in defence of
Ar ;hias, Milo, and Murena, as well as all the Catilinarians, and the second
Philippic; secondly, as many of the letters as possible, the preference
be:ng given to those to Atticus ; thirdly, among the dialogues, the Friend-
sJii'), the Old Age, and the Tusculan Questions. Some of his elegance and
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stateliness of style must appear in any translation ; his sense in any case
is sure to assert itself ; and above all, he is thoroughly human and sympa-
thetic. Few kinder men have ever lived ; and it is this element of uncon-
querable geniality, this thread of a tenderness almost Christian, which has
made his name dear to so many men who well know all that can be urged
against his weaknesses, and the errors of his public conduct. In any case,
however, the mere study of such controversies is elevating ; and teaches
the modern reader to enlarge his views by comparing the public men of his
own age with those mighty ones of old whose ashes have long been resolved
into the dust of their native land. Contact with a distant past gives poetry
to a man's daily experience, and colours the everyday existence around
him with a certain grave sentiment which refines and hallows it.
At this point, we may bring our imperfect sketch of a great subject to
a close. The intelligent reader sees what we want : we desire to con-
centrate into a focus the scattered interest of a valuable class of books,
the existence of which is half useless, just because they are seldom thought
of in connection with each other, and remain unknown by reason of their
isolation. Let a library of them be formed anywhere, giving the preference
to the best, and their importance would be instantly seen. If every public
library, such as those of the Mechanics' Institutes and Literary Institutions
of the country, contained every book that we have mentioned in this
paper, and they were only in moderate demand there, we should look
forward without despondency to the growth of the thought and taste of the
rising generation.
A WINTER DAY'S WALK.
THE
COENHILL MAGAZINE.
AUGUST, 1867.
r01js 0f gblj0jj's Jfolln,
CHAPTER X.
THE DROPPINGS OF A GREAT DIPLOMATIST.
HEN a man's manner and address
are very successful with the world
— when he possesses that power of
captivation which extends to people
of totally different tastes and habits,
and is equally at home, equally at
his ease, with young and old, with
men of grave pursuits and men of
pleasure — it is somewhat hard to
believe that there must not be some
strong sterling quality in his nature ;
for we know that the base metals
never bear gilding, and that it is
only a waste of gold to cover them
with it.
It would be, therefore, very plea-
sant to think that if people should
not be altogether as admirable as
they were agreeable, yet that the
qualities which made the companionship so delightful should be indications
of deeper and more solid gifts beneath. Yet I am afraid the theory will
not hold. I suspect that there are a considerable number of people in
this world who go through life trading on credit, and who renew their bills
with humanity so gracefully and so cleverly, they are never found out to
be bankrupts till they die.
VOL. xvi. — NO. 92. 7.
J30 THE BBAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
A very accomplished specimen of this order was Lord Culduff. He
•was a man of very ordinary abilities, commonplace in every way, and who
had yet contrived to impress the world with the notion of his capacity.
He did a little of almost everything. He sang a little, played a little on
two or three instruments, talked a little of several languages, and had
smatterings of all games and field-sports, so that to every seeming, nothing
came amiss to him. Nature had been gracious to him personally, and he
had a voice very soft and low and insinuating.
He was not an impostor, for the simple reason that he believed in
himself. He actually had negotiated his false coinage so long that he got
to regard it as bullion, and imagined himself to be one of the first men of
his age.
The bad bank-note, which has been circulating freely from hand to
hand, no sooner comes under the scrutiny of a sharp-eyed functionary of
the bank than it is denounced and branded ; and so Culduff would speedily
have been treated by any one of those keen men who, as Ministers, grow
to acquire a knowledge of human nature as thorough as of the actual events
of the time.
The world at large, however, had not this estimate of him. They read
of him as a special envoy here, an extraordinary minister there, now
negotiating a secret treaty, now investing a Pasha of Egypt with the Bath ;
and they deemed him not only a trusty servant of the Crown, but a skilled
negotiator, a deep and accomplished diplomatist.
He was a little short-sighted, and it enabled him to pass objectionable
people without causing offence. He was slightly deaf, and it gave him an
air of deference in conversation which many were charmed with; for
whenever he failed to catch what was said, his smile was perfectly capti-
vating. It was assent, but dashed with a sort of sly flattery, as though it
was to the speaker's ingenuity he yielded, as much as to the force of the
conviction.
He was a great favourite with women. Old ladies regarded him as a
model of good ton ; younger ones discovered other qualities in him that
amused them as much. His life had been anything but blameless, but he
had contrived to make the world believe he was more sinned against than
sinning, and that every mischance that befel him came of that unsus-
pecting nature and easy disposition of which even all his experience of life
could not rob him.
Cutbill read him thoroughly; but though Lord Culduff saw this, it
did not prevent him trying all his little pretty devices of pleasing on the
man of culverts and cuttings. In fact, he seemed to feel that though he
could not bring down the bird, it was better not to spoil his gun by a
change of cartridge, and so he fired away his usual little pleasantries, well
aware that none of them were successful.
He had now been three days with the Bramleighs, and certainly had
won the suffrages, though in different degrees, of them all. He had put
himself so frankly and unreservedly in Colonel Bramleigh's hands about the
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coal-mine, candidly confessing the whole thing was new to him, he was a
child in money matters, that the banker was positively delighted with him.
With Augustus he had talked politics confidentially, — not questions of
policy nor statecraft, not matters of legislation or government, but the
i lore subtle and ingenious points as to what party a young man entering
lie ought to join, what set he should attach himself to, and what line he
should take to insure future distinction and office. He was well up in the
£ ossip of the House, and knew who was disgusted with such an one, and
vhy so and so " wouldn't stand it " any longer.
To Temple Bramleigh he was charming. Of the " line," as they love to
call it, he knew positively everything. Nor was it merely how this or that
bgation was conducted, how this man got on with his chief, or why that
c ther had asked to be transferred ; but he knew all the mysterious goings-
c-n of that wonderful old repository they call " the Office." " That's what
you must look to, Bramleigh," he would say, clapping him on the shoulder.
" The men who make plenipos and envoys are not in the Cabinet,
nor do they dine at Osborne ; they are fellows in seedy black, with brown
umbrellas, who cross the Green Park every morning about eleven o'clock,
i nd come back over the self- same track by six of an evening. Staid old
c.ogs, with crape on their hats, and hard lines round their mouths, fond of
fresh caviare from Eussia, and much given to cursing the messengers."
He was, in a word, the incarnation of a very well-bred selfishness, that
Lad learned how much it redounds to a man's personal comfort that he is
I opular, and that even a weak swimmer who goes with the tide, makes a
I etter figure than the strongest and bravest who attempts to stem the
current. He was, in his way, a keen observer, and a certain haughty
tone, a kind of self-assertion in Marion's manner, so distinguished her from
1 er sister, that he set Cutbill to ascertain if it had any other foundation
than mere temperament ; and the wily agent was not long in learning that
£ legacy of twenty thousand pounds in her own" absolute right from her
i aether's side accounted for these pretensions.
"I tell you, Cutty, it's only an old diplomatist, like myself, would
1 .ave detected the share that bank debentures had in that girl's demeanour.
Confess, sir, it was a clever hit."
" It was certainly neat, my lord."
" It was more, Cutty ; it was deep — downright deep. I saw where
ihe idiosyncrasy stopped, and where the dividends came in."
Cutbill smiled an approving smile, and his lordship turned to the glass
(>ver the chimney-piece and looked admiringly at himself. "Was it
1 wenty thousand you said ? " asked he, indolently.
" Yes, my lord, twenty. Her father will probably give her as much
nore. Harding told me yesterday that all the younger children are to
have share and share alike — no distinction made between sons and
(.aughters."
" So that she'll have what a Frenchman would call " un million
( e dot."
7—2
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" Just about what we want, my lord, to start our enterprise."
" Ah, yes. I suppose that would do ; but we shall do this by a
company, Cutty. Have you said anything to Bramleigh yet on the
subject?"
" Nothing further than what I told you yesterday. I gave him
the papers with the surveys and the specifications, and he said he'd look
over them this morning, and that I might drop in upon him to-night
in the library after ten. It is the time he likes best for a little quiet
chat."
" He seems a very cautious, I'd almost say, a timid man."
" The City men are all like that, my lord. They're always cold
enough in entering on a project, though they'll go rashly on after they've
put their money in it."
" What's the eldest son ? "
" A fool— just a fool. He urged his father to contest a county, to
lay a claim for a peerage. They lost the election and lost their money ;
but Augustus Bramleigh persists in thinking that the party are still their
debtors."
" Very hard to make Ministers believe that," said Culduff, with a
grin. " A vote in the House is like a bird in the hand. The second fellow,
Temple, is a poor creature."
" Ain't he ? Not that he thinks so."
•"No; they never do," said Culduff, caressing his whiskers, and
looking pleasantly at himself in the glass. " They see one or two men of
mark in their career, and they fancy — heaven knows why — that they must
be like them ; that identity of pursuit implies equality of intellect ; and so
these creatures spread out their little sails, and imagine they are going to
make a grand voyage."
" But Miss Bramleigh told me yesterday you had a high opinion of her
brother Temple."
" I believe I said so," said he, with a soft smile. " One says these sort
of things every day, irresponsibly, Cutty, irresponsibly, just as one gives
his autograph, but would think twice before signing his name on a stamped
paper."
Mr. Cutbill laughed at this sally, and seemed by the motion of his lips
as though he were repeating it to himself for future retail ; but in what
spirit, it would not be safe perhaps to inquire.
Though Lord Culduff did not present himself at the family breakfast-
table, and but rarely appeared at luncheon, pretexting that his mornings
were always given up to business and letter- writing, he usually came down
in the afternoon in some toilet admirably suited to the occasion, whatever
it might be, of riding, driving, or walking. In fact, a mere glance at his
lordship's costume would have unmistakably shown whether a canter, the
croquet lawn, or a brisk walk through the shrubberies were in the order of
the day.
" Do you remember, Cutty," said he suddenly, " what was my engage-
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jnent for this morning ? I promised somebody to go somewhere and do
something ; and I'll be shot if I can recollect."
"I am totally unable to assist your lordship," said the other with a
smile. " The young men, I know, are out shooting, and Miss Eleanor
.' jramleigh is profiting by the snow to have a day's sledging. She proposed
i.o me to join her, but I didn't see it."
"Ah! I have it now, Cutty. I was to walk over to Portshandon, to
return the curate's call. Miss Bramleigh was to come with me."
" It was scarcely gallant, my lord, to forget so charming a project,"
said the other slyly.
" Gallantry went out, Cutty, with slashed doublets. The height and
.he boast of. our modern civilization is to make women our perfect equals,
md to play the game of life with them on an absolutely equal footing."
"Is that quite fair?"
"I protest I think it is, except in a few rare instances, where the men
unite to the hardier qualities of the masculine intelligence, the nicer, finer,
most susceptible instincts of the other sex — the organization that more
than any other touches on excellence ; — except, I say, in these cases, the
women have the best of it. Now what chance, I ask you, would you have,
pitted against such a girl as the elder Bramleigh ?"
"I'm afraid a very poor one," said Cutbill, with a look of deep
humility.
" Just so, Cutty, a very poor one. I give you my word of honour I
have learned more diplomacy beside the drawing-room fire than I ever
acquired in the pages of the blue-books. You see it's a quite different
school of fence they practise ; the thrusts are different and the guards are
different. A day for furs essentially, a day for furs," broke he in, as he
drew on a coat lined with sable, and profusely braided and ornamented.
" What was I saying ? where were we ?"
" You were talking of women, my lord."
" The faintest tint of scarlet in the under vest — it was a device of the
Regent's in his really great day — is always effective in cold, bright, frosty
weather. The tint is carried on to the cheek, and adds brilliancy to the
eye. In duller weather a coral pin in the cravat will suffice ; but, as
David Wilkie used to say, * Nature must have her bit of red.' "
"I wish you would finish what you were saying about women, my
lord. Your remarks were full of originality."
"Finish! finish, Cutty! It would take as many volumes as the
'Abridgment of the Statutes ' to contain one-half of what I could say about
them ; and, after all, it would be Sanscrit to you." His lordship now
placed his hat on his head, slightly on one side. It was the "tigerism"
of a past period, and which he could no more abandon than he could give
up the jaunty swagger of his walk, or the bland smile which he kept ready
for recognition.
"I have not, I rejoice to say, arrived at that time of life when I can
affect to praise bygones ; but I own, Cutty, they did everything much
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better five-and-twenty years ago than now. They dined better, they dressed
better, they drove better, they turned out better in the field and in the
park, and they talked better."
" How do you account for this, my lord ? "
" Simply in this way, Gutty. We have lowered our standard in taste
just as we have lowered our standard for the army. We take fellows five
feet seven into grenadier companies now ; that is, we admit into society
men of mere wealth — the banker, the brewer, the railway director, and the
rest of them ; and with these people we admit their ways, their tastes,
their very expressions. I know it is said that we gain in breadth : yet,
as I told Lord Cocklethorpe, (the mot had its success,) what we gain in
breadth, said I, we lose in height. Neat, Cutty, wasn't it ? As neat
as a mot well can be in our clumsy language." And with this, and a
familiar bye bye, he strolled away, leaving Cutbill to practise before the
glass such an imitation of him as might serve, at some future time, to
convulse with laughter a select and admiring audience.
CHAPTER XI.
A WINTER DAY'S WALK
LOKD CULDUFF and Marion set out for their walk. It was a sharp frosty
morning, with a blue sky above and crisp snow beneath. We have already
seen that his lordship had not been inattentive to the charms of costume.
Marion was no less so ; her dark silk dress, looped over a scarlet petticoat,
and a tasteful hat of black astracan, well suited the character of looks
where the striking and brilliant were as conspicuous as dark eyes, long
lashes, and a bright complexion could make them.
" I'll take you by the shrubberies, my lord, which is somewhat longer,
but pleasanter walking, and if you like it, we'll come back by the hill path,
which is much shorter."
" The longer the road the more of your company, Miss Bramleigh.
Therein lies my chief interest," said he, bowing.
They talked away pleasantly as they went along, of the country and
the scenery, of which new glimpses continually presented themselves, and
of the country people and their ways, so new to each of them. They
agreed wonderfully on almost everything, but especially as to the character
of the Irish — so simple, so confiding, so trustful, so grateful for benefits,
and so eager to be well governed. They knew it all, the whole complex
web of Irish difficulty and English misrule was clear and plain before them ;
and then, as they talked, they gained a height from which the blue broad
sea was visible, and thence descried a solitary sail afar off, that set them
speculating on what the island might become when commerce and trade
should visit her, and rich cargoes should cumber her quays, and crowd her
harbours. Marion was strong in her knowledge of industrial resources ;
but as an accomplished aide-de-camp always rides a little behind his chief,
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;}o did she restrain her acquaintance with these topics, and keep them slightly
o the rear of all his lordship advanced. And then he grew confidential,
ind talked of coal, which ultimately led him to himself, the theme of all he
'iked the best. And how differently did he talk now ! What vigour and
mimation, what spirit did he not throw into his sketch ! It was the story
>f a great- man unjustly, hardly, dealt with, persecuted by an ungenerous
•ivalry, the victim of envy. For half, ay, for the tithe of what he had
lone, others had got their advancement in the peerage — their blue ribbons
ind the rest of it ; but Canning had been jealous of him, and the Duke
vvas jealous of him, and Palmerston never liked him. " Of course," he
saidj " these are things a man buries in his own breast. Of all the sorrows
one encounters in life, the slights are those he last confesses ; how I came
to speak of them now I can't imagine — can you ? " and he turned
fully towards her, and saw that she blushed and cast down her eyes at the
question.
" But, my lord," said she, evading the reply, "you give me the idea
of one who would not readily succumb to an injustice. Am I right in my
reading of you?"
" I trust and hope you are," said he haughtily ; " and it is my pride to
think I have inspired that impression on so brief an acquaintance."
" It is my own temper too," she added. "You may convince ; you
cannot coerce me."
" I wish I might try the former," said he, in a tone of much meaning.1
" We agree in so many things, my lord," said she laughingly, "that
there is little occasion for your persuasive power. There, do you see that
smoke-wreath yonder ? that's from the cottage where we're going."
" I wish I knew where we were going," said he with a sigh of wonderful
tenderness.
" To Roseneath, my lord. I told you the L'Estranges lived there."
"Yes : but it was not that I meant," added he feelingly.
" And a pretty spot it is," continued she, purposely misunderstanding
him ; " so sheltered and secluded. By the way, what do you think of the
curate's sister ? She is very beautiful, isn't she ? "
" Am I to say the truth ? "
" Of course you are."
" I mean, may I speak as though we knew each other very well, and
could talk in confidence together ? ' '
" That is what I mean."
"And wish?" added he.
" Well, and wish, if you will supply the word."
"If I am to be frank, then, I don't admire her."
" Not think her beautiful ? "
" Yes ; there is some beauty — a good deal of beauty, if you like ; but
somehow it is not allied with that brightness that seems to accentuate
beauty. She is tame and cold."
" I think men generally accuse her of coquetry."
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"And there is coquetry too; but of that character the French call
minaude-rie, the weapon of a very small enchantress, I assure you."
" You are, then, for the captivations that give no quarter ? " said she,
smiling.
" It is a glory to be so vanquished," said he, heroically.
" My sister declared the other night, after Julia had sung that barcarole,
that you were fatally smitten."
"And did you concur in the judgment ? " asked he tenderly.
" At first, perhaps I did, but when I came to know you a little
better "
" After our talk on the terrace ? "
" And even before that. When Julia was singing for you, — clearly
for you, there was no disguise in the matter, and I whispered you, 'What
courage you have ! ' you said, ' I have been so often under fire,' — from
that instant I knew you."
" Knew me, — how far ? "
"Enough to know that it was not to such captivations you would
yield, — that you had seen a great deal of that sort of thing."
" Oh, have I not ! "
" Perhaps not always unscathed," said she, with a sly glance.
" I will scarcely go that far," replied he, with the air of a man on the
best possible terms with himself. " They say he is the best rider who has
had the most falls. At least, it may be said that he who has met no
disasters has encountered few perils."
" Now, my lord, you can see the cottage completely. Is it not very
pretty, and very picturesque, and is there not something very interesting, —
touching almost, in the thought of beauty and captivation, — dwelling hi this
untravelled wilderness ? "
He almost gave a little shudder, as his eye followed the line of the
rugged mountain, till it blended with the bleak and shingly shore on which
the waves were now washing in measured plash; — the one sound in the
universal silence around.
"Nothing but being desperately in love could make this solitude
endurable," said he at last.
" Why not try that resource, my lord ? I could almost promise you
that the young lady who lives yonder is quite ready to be adored and
worshipped, and all that sort of thing ; and it would be such a boon on
the frosty days, when the ground is too hard for hunting, to have this
little bit of romance awaiting you."
" Coquetry and French cookery pall upon a man who has lived all
his life abroad, and he actually longs for a little plain diet, in- manners as
well as meals."
"And then you have seen all the pretty acts of our very pretty
neighbour so much better done."
" Done by real artists," added he.
" Just so. Amateurship is always a poor thing. This is the way, my
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krd. If you will follow me, I will be your guide here; the path is very
slippery, and you must take care how you go."
" When I fall, it shall be at your feet," said he, with his hand on his
hoart.
As they gained the bottom of the little ravine down which the foot-
pi ith lay, they found Julia, hoe in hand, at work in the garden before the
door. Her dark woollen dress and her straw hat were only relieved in colour
by a blue ribbon round her throat, but she was slightly flushed by exercise,
a] id a little flurried perhaps by the surprise of seeing them, and her beauty,
tl.is time, certainly lacked nothing of that brilliancy which Lord Culduff
had pronounced it deficient in.
•'* My brother will be so sorry to have missed you, my lord," said she,
leading the way into the little drawing-room, where, amidst many signs of
nsirrow fortune, there were two or three of those indications which vouch
for cultivated tastes and pleasures.
"I had told Lord Culduff so much about your cottage, Julia," said
Marion, " that he insisted on coming to see it, without even apprising you
ol' his intention."
" It is just as well," said she artlessly. " A little more or less sun
gives the only change in its appearance. Lord Culduff sees it now as it
Icoks nearly every day."
"And very charming that is," said he, walking to the window and
looking out ; and then he asked the name of a headland, and how a small
rocky island was called, and on which side lay the village of Portshandon,
a] id at what distance was the church, the replies to which seemed to afford
him unmixed satisfaction, for as he resumed his seat he muttered several
times to himself, " Very delightful indeed ; very pleasing in every way." ,,j
"Lord Culduff was asking me, as he came along," said Marion,
" whether I thought the solitude — I think he called it the savagery of this
spot — was likely to be better borne by one native to such wildness, or by
one so graced and gifted as yourself, and I protest he puzzled me."
" I used to think it very lonely, when I came here first, but I believe I
bLould be sorry to leave it now," said Julia calmly.
" There, my lord," said Marion, " you are to pick your answer out of
tiat."
"As to those resources, which you are so flattering as to call my gifts
a; id graces," said Julia, laughing, " such of them at least as lighten the
B< litude were all learned here. I never took to gardening before ; I
nover fed poultry."
" Oh, Julia ! have mercy on our illusions."
"You must tell me what they are, before I can spare them. The
curate's sister has no claim to be thought an enchanted princess."
"It is all enchantment!" said Lord Culduff, who had only very
ir.iperfectly caught what she said.
"Then I suppose, my lord," said Marion, haughtily, "I ought to
rescue you before the spell is complete, as I came here in quality of guide."
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And she rose as she spoke. " The piano has not been opened to-day,
Julia. I take it you seldom sing of a morning."
" Very seldom indeed."
" So I told Lord Culduff ; but I promised him his recompence in the
evening. You are coming to us to-morrow, ain't you ? "
" I fear not. I think George made our excuses. We are to have
Mr. Longworth and a French friend of his here with us."
" You see, my lord, what a gay neighbourhood we have; here is a rival
dinner-party," said Marion.
" There's no question of a dinner, they come to tea, I assure you,"
said Julia, laughing.
" No, my lord, it's useless, quite hopeless. I assure you she'll not
sing for you of a morning." This speech was addressed to Lord Culduff,
as he was turning over some music-books on the piano. :
" Have I your permission to look at these ? " said he to Julia, as he
opened a book of drawings in water-colours.
" Of course, my lord. They are mere sketches taken in the neighbour-
hood here, and as you will see, very hurriedly done."
" And have you such coast scenery as this ? " asked he, in some
astonishment, while he held up a rocky headland of several hundred feet,
out of the caves at whose base a tumultuous sea was tumbling.
" I could show you finer and bolder bits than even that."
" Do you hear, my lord ? " said Marion, in a'low tone, only audible to
himself. " The fair Julia is offering to be your guide. I'm afraid it is
growing late. One does forget time at this cottage. It was only the last
day I came here I got scolded for being late at dinner."
And now ensued one of those little bustling scenes of shawling and
embracing with which young ladies separate. They talked together, and
laughed, and kissed, and answered half-uttered sentences, and even seemed
after parting to have something more to say ; they were by turns sad,
and playful, and saucy — all of these moods being duly accompanied by
graceful action, and a chance display of a hand or foot, as it might be, and
then they parted.
" Well, my lord," said Marion, as they ascended the steep path that
led homewards, " what do you say now ? Is Julia as cold and impassive
as you pronounced her, or are you ungrateful enough to ignore fascinations
all displayed and developed for your own especial captivation? "
" It was very pretty coquetry, all of it," said He, smiling. " Her eye-
lashes are even longer than I thought them."
" I saw that you remarked them, and she was gracious enough to
remain looking at the drawing sufficiently long to allow you full time for
the enjoyment."
The steep and rugged paths were quite as much as Lord Culduff could
manage without talking, and he toiled along after her in silence, till they
gained the beach.
" At last a bit of even ground," exclaimed he, with a sigh.
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" You'll think nothing of the hill, my lord, when you've come it three
or four times," said she, with a malicious twinkle of the eye.
" Which is precisely what I have no intention of doing."
" What ! not cultivate the acquaintance so auspiciously opened ? "
" Not at this price," said he, looking at his splashed boots.
" And that excursion, that ramble, or whatever be the name for it, you
wsre to take together ? "
" It is a bliss, I am afraid, I must deny myself."
" You are wrong, my lord ; very wrong. My brothers at least assure
no that Julia is charming en tete-a-tete. Indeed, Augustus says one does
not know her at all till you have passed an hour or two in such confidential
ir.timacy. He says 'she comes out' — whatever that may be — wonderfully.
" Oh, she comes out, does she ? " said he, caressing his whiskers.
" That was his phrase for it. I take it to mean that she ventures to
folk with a freedom more common on the Continent than in these islands.
Is that coming out, my lord ? "
" Well, I half suspect it is," said he, smiling faintly.
" And I suppose men like that ? "
" I'm afraid, my dear Miss Bramleigh," said he, with a mock air of
daploring ; " I'm afraid that in these degenerate days men are very prone
to like whatever gives them least trouble in everything, and if a woman will
condescend to talk to us on our own topics, and treat them pretty much
in our own way, we like it, simply because it diminishes the distance
between us, and saves us that uphill clamber we are obliged to take when
you insist upon our scrambling up to the high level you live in."
" It is somewhat of an ignoble confession you have made there," said
sae, haughtily.
" I know it — I feel it — I deplore it," said he, affectedly.
" If men will, out of mere indolence — no matter," said she, biting her
l:p. " I'll not say what I was going to -say."
" Pray do. I beseech you finish what you have so well begun."
" Were I to do so, my lord," said she, gravely, " it might finish more
tian that. It might at least go some way towards finishing our acquaint-
anceship. I'm sorely afraid you'd not have forgiven me had you heard
ne out."
" I'd never have forgiven myself, if I were the cause of it."
For some time they walked along in silence, and now the great house
( ame into view — its windows all glowing and glittering in the blaze of a
E etting sun, while a faint breeze lazily moved the heavy folds of the enor-
i lous flag that floated over the high tower.
" I call that a very princely place," said he, stopping to admire it.
" What a caprice to have built it in such a spot," said she. " The
(Ountry people were not far wrong when they called it Bishop's Folly."
" They gave it that name, did they ? "
" Yes, my lord. It is one of the ways in which humble folk reconcile
ihemselves to lowly fortune ; they ridicule their betters." And now she
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gave a little low laugh to herself, as if some unuttered notion had just
amused her.
" What made you smile ? " asked he.
" A very absurd fancy struck me."
" Let me hear it. Why not let me share in its oddity ? "
" It might not amuse you as much as it amused me."
" I am the only one who can decide that point."
" Then I'm not so certain it might not annoy you."
11 1 can assure you on that head," said he gallantly.
" Well, then, you shall hear it. The caprice of a great divine has, so
to say, registered itself yonder, and will live, so long as stone and mortar
endure, as Bishop's Folly ; and I was thinking how strange it would be if
another caprice just as unaccountable were to give a name to a less pre:
tent-ions edifice, and a certain charming cottage be known to posterity as
the Viscount's Folly. You're not angry with me, are you ? "
" I'd be very angry indeed with you, with myself, and with the whole
world, if I thought such a casualty a possibility."
"I assure you, when I said it I didn't believe it, my lord," said she,
looking at him with much graciousness ; " and, indeed, I would never
have uttered the impertinence if you had not forced me. There, there
goes the first bell; we shall have short time to dress," — and with a very
meaning smile and a familiar gesture of her hand, she tripped up the steps
and disappeared.
" I think I'm all right in that quarter," was his lordship's reflection as
he mounted the stairs to his room.
CHAPTER XII.
AN EVENING BELOW AND ABOVE STAIRS.
IT was not very willingly that Mr. Cutbill left the drawing-room, where
he had been performing a violoncello accompaniment to one of the young
ladies in the execution of something very Mendelssohnian and profoundly
puzzling to the uninitiated in harmonics. After the peerage, he loved
counter-point ; and it was really hard to tear himself away from passages
of almost piercing shrillness, or those more still suggestive moanings
of a double bass, to talk stock and share list with Colonel Bramleigh in
the library. Resisting all the assurances that "papa wouldn't mind rfc;
that any other time would do quite as well," and such like, he went up to
his room for his books and papers, and then repaired to his rendezvous.
"I'm sorry to take you away from the drawing-room, Mr. Cutbill,"
said Bramleigh, as he entered, "but I am half expecting a summons to
town, and could not exactly be sure of an opportunity to talk over this
matter on which Lord Culduff is very urgent to have my opinion."
"It is not easy, I confess, to tear oneself away from such society.
Your daughters are charming musicians, colonel. Miss Bramleigh' s style
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is as brilliant as Meyer's ; aiid Miss Eleanor has a delicacy of touch I have
naver heard surpassed."
" This is very flattering, coming from so consummate a judge as
yourself."
" All the teaching in the world will not impart that sensitive organiza-
tion which sends some tones into the heart like the drip, drip of water on
a heated brow. Oh, dear ! music is too much for me ; it totally subverts
all my sentiments. I'm not fit for business after it, Colonel Bramleigh,
tlat's the fact."
" Take a glass of that * Bra Mouton.' You will find it good. It has
leen eight-and- thirty years in my cellar, and I never think of bringing it
cut except for a connoisseur in wine."
" Nectar, positively nectar," said he, smacking his lips. " You are
c uite right not to give this to the public. They would drink it like a mere
lull-bodied Bordeaux. That velvety softness, — that subdued strength,
faintly recalling Burgundy, and that delicious bouquet, would all be clean
ihrown away on most people. I declare, I believe a refined palate is just
us rare as a correct ear ; don't you think so ?"
" I'm glad you like the wine. Don't spare it. The cellar is not far
off. Now then, let us see. These papers contain Mr. Stebbing's report.
I have only glanced my eye over it, but it seems like every other report.
They have, I think, a stereotyped formula for these things. They all
net out with their bit of geological learning ; but you know, Mr. Cutbill,
far better than I can tell you, you know sandstone doesn't always mean
coal?"
"If it doesn't, it ought to," said Cutbill, with a laugh, for the wine
made him jolly, and familiar besides.
" There are many things in this world which ought to be, but which,
anhappily, are not," said Bramleigh, in a tone evidently meant- to be half-
reproachful. " And as I have already observed to you, mere geological
formation is not sufficient. We want the mineral, sir ; we want the fact."
" There you have it ; there it is for you," said Cutbill, pointing to a
somewhat bulky parcel in brown paper in the centre of the table. ^
" This is not real coal, Mr. Cutbill," said Bramleigh, as he tore open
the covering, and exposed a black mis-shapen lump. " You would not
call this real coal ?"
"I'd not call it Swansea nor Cardiff, colonel, any more than I'd say
the claret we had after dinner to-day was « Mouton ; ' but still I'd call each
of them very good in their way."
" I return you my thanks, sir, in name of my wine-merchant. But
to come to the coal question, — what could you do with this ? "
" What could I do with it ? Scores of things, — if I had only enough
of it. Burn it in grates — cook with it — smelt metals with it — burn lime
with it — drive engines, not locomotives but stationaries, with it. I tell
you what, Colonel Bramleigh," said he, with the air of a man who was
asserting what he would not suffer to be gainsayed. " It's coal, quite
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enough to start a company on ; coal within the meaning of the Act, as the
lawyers would say."
" You appear to have rather loose notions of joint-stock enterprises,
Mr. Cutbill," said Bramleigh, haughtily.
" I must say, colonel, they do not invariably inspire me with senti-
ments of absolute veneration." .... .
11 1 hope, however, you feel, sir, that in any enterprise — in any under-
taking—where my name is to stand forth, either as promoter or abettor,
that the world is to see in such a guarantee, the assurance of solvency
and stability."
" That is precisely what made me think of you : precisely what led
me to say to Culduff, * Bramleigh is the man to carry the scheme out.' "
Now the familiarity that spoke of Culduff thus unceremoniously in
great part reconciled Bramleigh to hear his own name treated in like
fashion, all the more that it was in a quotation ; but still he winced under
the cool impertinence of the man, and grieved to think how far his own
priceless wine had contributed towards it. The colonel therefore merely
bowed his acknowledgment and was silent.
" I'll be frank with you," said Cutbill, emptying the last of the
decanter into his glass as he spoke. " I'll be frank with you. We've got
coal ; whether it be much or little, there it is. As to quality, as I said
before, it isn't Cardiff. It won't set the Thames on fire, any more than
the noble lord that owns it ; but coal it is, and it will burn as coal — and
yield gas as coal — and make coke as coal, and who wants more ? As to
working it himself, Culduff might just as soon pretend he'd pay the
National Debt. He is over head and ears already ; — he has been in
bondage with the children of Israel this many a day, and if he wasn't
a peer he could not show ; — but that's neither here nor there. To set
the concern a-going, we must either have a loan or a company. I'm for
a company."
" You are for a company," reiterated Bramleigh, slowly, as he fixed
his eyes calmly but steadily on him.
" Yes, I'm for a company. With a company, Bramleigh," said h^ as
he tossed off the last glass of wine, " there's always more of P. E."
"Of what?"
" Of P. E. — Preliminary Expenses ! There s a commission to inquire
into this, and a deputation to investigate that. No men on earth dine
like deputations. I never knew what dining was till I was named on a
deputation. It was on sewerage. And didn't the champagne flow ! There
was a viaduct to be constructed to lead into the Thames, and I never
think of that viaduct without the taste of turtle in my mouth, and a
genial feeling of milk-punch all over me. The assurance offices say that
there was scarcely such a thing known as a gout premium in the City till
the joint-stock companies came in ; now they have them every day."
" Bevenons a nos moutons, as the French say, Mr. Cutbill," said
Bramleigh, gravely.
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" If it's a pun you mean, and that we're to have another bottle of the
same, I second the motion."
Bramleigh gave a sickly smile as he rang the bell ; but neither the jest
nor the jester much pleased him.
" Bring another bottle of ' Mouton,' Drayton, and fresh glasses," said
ho, as the butler appeared.
"I'll keep mine, it is warm and mellow," said Cutbill. " The only
fault with that last bottle was the slight chill on it."
" You have been frank with me, Mr. Cutbill," .said Bramleigh, as soon
a;; the servant withdrew, " and I will be no less so with you. I have retired
from the world of business, — I have quitted the active sphere where I
h we passed some thirty odd years, and have surrendered ambition, either
o :.' money-making, or place, or rank, and come over here with one single
dasire, one single wish, — I want to see what's to be done for Ireland."
Cutbill lifted his glass to his lips, but scarcely in time to hide the
snile of incredulous drollery which curled them, and which the other's
quick glance detected.
"There is nothing to sneer at, sir, in what I said, and I will repeat my
v ords. I want to see what's to be done for Ireland."
"It's very laudable in you, there can be no doubt," said Cutbill,
gravely.
"I am well aware of the peril incurred by addressing to men like
yourself, Mr. Cutbill, any opinions — any sentiments — which savour of
disinterestedness or — or "
" Poetry," suggested Cutbill.
" No, sir ; patriotism was the word I sought for. And it is not by
fny means necessary that a man should be an Irishman to care for
Ireland. I think, sir, there is nothing in that sentiment at least, which
will move"~your ridicule."
"Quite the reverse. I have drunk 'Prosperity to Ireland' at public
dinners for twenty years ; and in very good liquor too, occasionally."
"I am happy to address a gentleman so graciously disposed to listen
10 me," said Bramleigh, whose face was now crimson with anger. " There
:s only one thing more to be \\ished for,-^-that he would join some amount
<>f trustfulness to his politeness ; with that he would be perfect."
"Here goes then for perfection," cried Cutbill, gaily. "I'm ready
rom'this time to believe anything you tell me."
" Sir, I will not draw largely on the fund you so generously place at
ny disposal. I will simply ask you to believe me a man of honour."
" Only that ? No more than that ? "
"No more, I pledge you my word."
" My dear Bramleigh, your return for the income-tax is enough to prove
bhat. Nothing short of high integrity ever possessed as good a. fortune as
yours."
" You are speaking of my fortune, Mr. Cutbill, not my character."
" Ain't they the same ? Ain't they one and the same ? Show me
144 THE BRA2ILEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
your dividends, and I will show you your disposition — that's as true as
the Bible."
" I will not follow you into this nice inquiry. I will simply return to
where I started from, and repeat, I want to do something for Ireland."
" Do it, in God's name ; and I hope you'll like it when it's done. I
have known some half-dozen men in my time who had the same sort of
ambition. One of them tried a cotton-mill on the Liffey, and they burned
him down. Another went in for patent fuel, and they shot his steward.
A third tried Galway marble, and they shot himself. But after all there's
more honour where there's more danger. What, may I ask, is your
little game for Ireland ? "
" I begin to suspect that a better time for business, Mr. Cutbill,
might be an hour after breakfast. Shall we adjourn till to-morrow
morning ? "
" I am completely at your orders. For my own part, I never felt
clearer in my life than I do this minute. I'm ready to go into coal with
you, from the time of sinking the shaft to riddling the slack, my little
calculations are all made. I could address a board of managing directors
here as I sit ; and say, what for dividend, what for repairs, what for a
reserved fund, and what for the small robberies."
The unparalleled coolness of the man had now pushed Bramleigh's
patience to its last limit ; but a latent fear of what such a fellow might
be in his enmity, restrained him and compelled him to be cautious.
" What sum do you think the project will require, Mr. Cutbill ? "
" I think about eighty thousand ; but I'd say one hundred and fifty —
it's always more respectable. Small investments are seldom liked; and
then the margin — the margin is broader."
" Yes, certainly ; the margin is much broader."
" Fifty-pound shares, with a call of five every three months, will start
us. The chief thing is to begin with a large hand." Here he made a
wide sweep of his arm.
" For coal like that yonder," said Brarnleigh, pointing to the specimen,
" you'd not get ten shillings the ton."
" Fifteen — fifteen. I'd make it the test of a man's patriotism to use
it. I'd get the Viceroy to burn it, and the Chief Secretary, and the Arch-
bishop, and Father Cullen. I'd heat St. Patrick's with it, and the National
Schools. There could be no disguise about it ; like the native whisky, it
would be known by the smell of the smoke."
" You have drawn up some sort of prospectus ? "
" Some sort of prospectus ! I think I have. There's a document
there on the table might go before the House of Commons this .minute ;
and the short and the long of it is, Bramleigh " — here he crossed his arms
on the table, and dropped his voice to a tone of great confidence — " it is a
good thing — a right good thing. There's coal there, of one kind or other,
for five-and-twenty years, perhaps more. The real, I may say, the only
difficulty of the whole scheme will be to keep old Culduff from running
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off with ail the profits. As soon as the money comes rolling in, he'll set
off shelling it out ; he's just as wasteful as he was thirty years ago."
" That will be impossible when a company is once regularly formed."
" I know that. I know that ; but men of his stamp say, « We know
nothing about trade. "We haven't been bred up to office- stools and big
Jedgers ; and when we want money, we get it how we can."
" We can't prevent him selling out or mortgaging his shares. You
mean, in short, that he should not be on the direction ? " added he.
" That's it ; that's exactly it," said Cutbill, joyously.
" Will he like that ? Will he submit to it ? "
" He'll like whatever promises to put him most speedily into funds ;
he'll submit to whatever threatens to stop the supplies. Don't you know
these men better than ,1 do, who pass i lives of absenteeism from this
( ountry ; how little they care how or whence money comes, provided they
$;et it. They neither know, nor want to know, about good or bad seasons,
whether harvests are fine, or trade profitable ; their one question is, ' Can
you answer my draft at thirty-one days ? ' '
" Ah, yes ; there is too much, far too much, of what you say in the
Aroiid," said Bramleigh, sighing.
" These are not the men who want to do something for Ireland," said
the other, quizzically.
" Sir, it may save us both some time and temper if I tell you I have
r ever been ' chaffed.' "
" That sounds to me like a man saying, I have never been out in the
ain ; but as it is so, there's no more to be said."
" Nothing, sir. Positively nothing on that head.*
" Nor indeed on any other. Men in my line of life couldn't get on
v ithout it. Chaff lubricates business just the way grease oils machinery.
There would be too much friction in life without chaff, Bramleigh."
" I look upon it as directly the opposite. I regard it as I would a
pebble getting amongst the wheels, and causing jar and disturbance, sir."
" Well, then," said Cutbill, emptying the last drop into his glass, " I
tike it I need not go over all the details you will find in those papers.
There are plans, and specifications, and estimates, and computations,
s lowing what we mean to do, and how ; and as I really could add nothing
to the report, I suppose I may wish you a good night."
" I am very sorry, Mr. Cutbill, if my inability to be jocular should
cl aprive me of the pleasure of your society, but there are still many points
o i which I desire to be informed."
" It's all there. If you were to bray me in a mortar you couldn't get
n ore out of me than you'll find in those papers ; and whether it's the heat
o:'the room, or the wine, or the subject, but I am awfully sleepy," and he
backed this assurance with a hearty yawn.
" Well, sir, I must submit to your dictation. I will try and master
tl .ese details before I go to bed, and we'll take some favourable moment
tc -morrow to talk them over."
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" That's said like a sensible man," said Cutbill, clapping him familiarly
on the shoulder, and steadying himself the while ; for as he stood up to
go, he found that the wine had been stronger than he suspected. " When
we see a little more of each other," said he, in the oracular tone of a man
who had drunk too much ; " when we see a little more of each other, we'll
get on famously. You know the world, and I know the world. You have
had your dealings with men, and I have had my dealings with men, and
we know what's what. Ain't I right, Bramleigh ? "
" I have no doubt there is much truth in what you say."
" Truth, truth, it's true as gospel. There's only one thing, however,
to be settled between us. Each must make his little concession with
reci-procity — reci-procity, ain't it ? "
" Quite so ; but I don't see your meaning."
" Here it is then, Bramleigh ; here's what I mean. If we're M march
together we must start fair. No man is to have more baggage than his
neighbour. If I'm to give up chaff, do you see, you must give up humbug ?
If I'm not to have my bit of fun, old boy, you're not to come over me
about doing something for Ireland, that's all," and with this he lounged
out, banging the door after him as he went.
Mr. Cutbill, as he went to his room, had a certain vague suspicion
that he had drunk more wine than was strictly necessary, and that the
liquor was not impossibly stronger than he had suspected. He felt, too, in
the same vague way, that there had been a passage of arms between his
host and himself, but as to what it was about, and who was the victor, he
had not the shadow of a conception.
Neither did his ordinary remedy of pouring the contents of his water-
jug over his head aid him on this occasion. "I'm not a bit sleepy;
nonsense," muttered he, " so I'll go and see what they are doing in the
smoking-room." Here he found the three young men of the house in that
semi-thoughtful dreariness which is supposed to be the captivation of
tobacco ; as if the mass of young Englishmen needed anything to deepen
the habitual gloom of their natures, or thicken the sluggish apathy that
follows them into all inactivity.
" How jolly," cried Cutbill, as he entered. " I'll be shot if I believed
as I came up the stairs that there was any one here. You haven't even
got brandy and seltzer."
" If you touch that bell, they'll bring it," said Augustus, languidly.
" Some Moselle for me" said Temple, as the servant entered.
" I'm glad you've come, Cutty," cried Jack ; " as old Kemp used to
say, anything is better than a dead calm, even a mutiny."
" What an infernal old hurdy-gurdy.* Why haven't you a decent piano
nere, if you have one at all ? " said Cutbill, as he ran his hands over the
keys of a discordant old instrument that actually shook on its legs as he
struck the chords.
" I suspect it was mere accident brought it here," said Augustus. " It
was invalided out of the girls' schoolroom, and sent up here to be got rid of."
THE BBAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 147
"Sing us something, Cutty," said Jack; "it will be a real boon at
..his moment."
"I'll sing like a grove of nightingales for you, when I have wet my
lips ; but I am parched in the mouth, like a Cape parrot. I've had two
liours of your governor below stairs. Very dry work, I promise you."
" Did he offer you nothing to drink ? " asked Jack.
" Yes, we had two bottles of very tidy claret. He called it ' Mouton.1 "
"By Jove!" said Augustus, "you must have been high in the
governor's favour to be treated to his * Bra Mouton.'"
"We had a round with the gloves, nevertheless," said Cutbill, " and
exchanged some ugly blows. I don't exactly know about what or how it
I egun, or even how it ended ; but I know there was a black eye somewhere.
He's passionate rather."
" He has the spirit that should animate every gentleman," said Temple.
" That's exactly what I have. I'll stand anything, I don't care what,
is' it be fun. Say it's a * joke,' and you'll never see me show bad temper ;
but if any fellow tries it on with me because he fancies himself a swell, or
has a handle to his name, he'll soon discover his mistake. Old Culduff
bsgan that way. You'd laugh if you saw how he floundered out of the
S'vamp afterwards."
" Tell us about it, Cutty," said Jack encouragingly.
" I beg to say I should prefer not hearing anything which might, even
bv inference, reflect on a person holding Lord Culduff' s position in my
profession," said Temple haughtily.
" Is that the quarter the wind's in ?" asked Cutbill, with a not very
scber expression in his face.
" Sing us a song, Cutty. It will be better than all this sparring,"
said Jack.
"What shall it be ?" said Cutbill, seating himself at the piano, and
running over the keys with no small skill. " Shall I describe my journey
to Ireland?"
" By all means let's hear it," said Augustus.
" I forget how it goes. Indeed, some verses I was making on the
curate's sister have driven the others out of my head." Jack drew nigh,
an 1 leaning over his shoulder, whispered something in his ear.
"What!" cried Cutbill, starting up; "he says he'll pitch me neck
anl crop out of the window."
" Not unless you deserve it — add that," said Jack sternly.
" I must have an apology for those words, sir. I shall insist on your
recalling them, and expressing your sincere regret for having ever used
them."
" So you shall, Cutty. I completely forgot that this tower was ninety
fee; high ; but I'll pitch you downstairs, which will do as well." ,
There was a terrible gleam of earnestness in Jack's eye as he spoke
thi ! laughingly, which appalled Cutbill far more than any bluster, and he
staiiimered out, "Let us* have no practical jokes; they're bad taste.
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148 THE BBAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
You'd be a great fool, admiral" — this was a familiarity he occasionally used
with Jack — " you'd be a great fool to quarrel with me. I can do more with
the fellows at Somerset House than most men going ; and when the day
comes that they'll give you a command, and you'll want twelve or fifteen
hundred to set you afloat, Tom Cutbill is not the worst man to know in
the City. Not to say, that if things go right down here, I could help you
to something very snug in our mine. Won't we come out strong then,
eh?" Here he rattled over the keys once more; and after humming to
himself for a second or two, burst out with a rattling, merry air, to which
he sung, —
With crests on our harness and brcechin,
In a carriage and four we shall roll,
With a splendid French cook in the kitchen,
If we only succeed to find coal,
Coal!
If we only are sure to find coal.
" A barcarole, I declare," said Lord Culduff, entering. " It was a good
inspiration led me up here."
A jolly roar of laughter at his mistake welcomed him ; and Cutty, with
an aside, cried out, "He's deaf as a post," and continued, —
If we marry, we'll marry a beauty,
If single, we'll try and control
Our tastes within limits of duty,
* And make our ourselves jolly with coal,
Coal!
And make ourselves jolly with coal.
They may talk of the mines of Golconda-r,
Or the shafts of Puebla del Sol ;
But to fill a man's pocket, I wonder,
If there's anything equal to coal,
Coal !
If there's anything equal to coal.
At Naples we'll live on Chiaja,
With our schooner-yacht close to the Mole,
And make daily picknickings to Baja,
If we only come down upon coal,
Coal!
If we only come down upon coal.
" One of the fishermen's songs," said Lord Culduff, as he beat time on
the table. " I've passed many a night on the Bay of Naples listening
to them."
And a wild tumultuous laugh now convulsed the company, and Cutbill,
himself overwhelmed by the absurdity, rushed to the door, and made his
escape without waiting for more.
149
IT is now many years since Frederick Marryat died, and it may seem
strange to some that whereas others, his contemporaries, of like note,
and more recently gone from the stage of life, are represented upon
our library-shelves biographically, there is still a gap whero the life of
the author cf Peter Single ought to be; but it was his own expressed
desire that no memoir of him should be published after his death.
But for this prohibition, his life, however inefficiently, would before
now have been written; but with the remembrance of it, those who
knew him best, and therefore could best perform the task, must look
upon that wish of his as a command.
Yet for some time past a notice of Captain Marryat has been called for ;
and I think I shall not be in any degree infringing on his prohibition, by
recalling my own personal recollection of him in his later years.
But first, as a contrast, I must speak of the days when he was a young
man, when he published his first works. Living at Sussex House, Ham-
mersmith, which he had purchased of the Duke of Sussex, to whom he
was equerry at the time, he had kept up a round of incessant gaiety and
a course of almost splendid extravagance. He had always displayed a
remarkable facility in getting rid of money. Indeed, he used himself
to say that he had "contrived to spend three fortunes;" for he had
inherited not only his share — no small one — of his father's property, but
also that of one of his brothers, who had died early, and left to him his
portion, together with a pretty little number of thousands which he had
acquired as heir to his uncle, Samuel Marryat, Q.C.
At Sussex House were held those amusing conjuring soirees which
Captain Marryat used to have in conjunction with his great friend, Captain
Chamier, when they would display the various tricks of sleight-of-hand
,vhich they together had purchased and learnt of the wizards of that day ;
and when Theodore Hook was wont to bewilder the company with his
ventriloquisms, and make them laugh with his funny stories and imitations.
There half the men to be met were such as the world had talked of, and
-vhose Ion mots were worth remembering. Marryat lived then in the
itmosphere of a court as well as in the odour of literature. The former
;dr might easily be dispensed with without any loss of happiness, but one
•vould have thought that intellectual society had become necessary to his
existence. I remember him on the Continent some years later than
Jhis, at all sorts of places, — at Brussels, at Antwerp, at Paris, at Spa,
•—always living en prince, and always the same wherever he went, —
150 CAPTAIN MAREYAT AT LANGHAM.
throwing away Ms money with both hands,— the merriest, wittiest, most
good-natured fellow in the world. As soon as he was known society was
ready to applaud. Once, at a German table-d'hote,- where I also was
present, — for I begin now to speak from personal recollection, — he, in
order to amuse his next neighbour, suddenly laid down his knife and
fork and looked to the other end of the table. The other knives and
forks went down. He coughed, and there was a dead silence. " I'll
trouble you for the salt," said he, or something equally commonplace,
whereupon there was a general roar of laughter. " There's nothing like
being considered a wit," he whispered.
Later, I remember Captain Marryat living in Spanish Place, London.
His establishment was not so superb as it had been at Sussex House, but
his manner of living was as gay. It was an incessant round of dining
out and giving dinners. At his table you met all the celebrities of the
day. His intimate friends were men and Tvomen who had made their names
of value. In Spanish Place it was I had last seen him in association
with Bulwer Lytton, Dickens, Ainsworth, and John Poole, or with the
beautiful Lady Blessington and D'Orsay; and now, after an absence of:
years, I travelled into Norfolk, to find him in a most out-of-the-way place.
I arrived one evening at the " Feathers Inn " at Holt, and discovered
that I had yet four or five miles to go before I could reach Langham. So
hiring one of those miserable old flies of former days, I got into it, and
was jolted away, in a temper which might have borne improvement.
"What has come to him," argued I, "that he should, in the very
vigour of life, retire from the world and live the life of a hermit ? Well,
perhaps after all, he may continue much the same sort of existence as
he led of old. No doubt he has surrounded himself with every pleasure
that society can give him. But he might have chosen a place a little
nearer to civilization, instead of obliging me to drive four miles at eight
o'clock in the evening in an old shanderydan like this."
I could not look at the country, for it was too dark ; but I knew that
it was nothing but a straight bare country-road along which we were going,
so I had no solace but a grumble. Half-an-hour later, and grumbling was
at an end. We paused a moment, the driver of the trap descended and
opened a gate, and as he remounted and urged his horse to a final effort,
I could see through the darkness that we were rounding a gravelled path.
Sounds are heard easily in the country : before the fly drew near
the house lights were seen flashing in the hall, and we had not drawn up
before the entrance when the door was flung open and several figures stood
in the porch.
"Hullo! " said a voice.
" Why, is it you ? Why didn't you give me notice, that I might have
sent for you ? " It was the same voice as of old — deep-chested, cordial,
and cheery.
I easily made the excuse that I had fancied Holt was close by, and
immediately afterwards I was in the porch. The early moon was out, and
CAPTAIN MARRYAT AT LANGHAM. 151
sliming upon the house, and I stepped back upon the gravelled path to
]ook at it. It was an Elizabethan cottage — gabled, with heavy stacks of
chimneys, and an overhanging thatch — built upon the exact model of that
of G-eorge the Fourth at Virginia Water. It was built by Copland, the
architect, who was a personal friend of Captain Marryat's, and with whom'
lio exchanged Sussex House for this cottage. The vagary had 'been that
the two houses should be exchanged exactly as they stood ; but the idea
cf " all standing " having different meanings in the two different minds, he
T 'ho got Sussex House as his portion came off very much the better of the
ttvo. But it had been through life the same with the present owner of
Langham. If there was a quality for which there was in his mind no
jlace, it was regard for his own interest.
As I re-entered the porch, I perceived several cocks and hens crouched
down close to the threshold, and a brace of tame partridges moved away
s.owly to a little distance.
We went into the dining-room. It was a pretty room, walled with
v ater-colour sketches by Stansfield ; and at the further "end by cases of
books. There was an air of thorough comfort pervading the whole. I
h id not been expected ; but nobody would have guessed the fact by the
e itables which were almost immediately upon the table.
" Well ! " said I, when the inward craving was appeased and silenced,
aid when consequently my good humour had returned, " this is all very
n.ce ; but what makes you live down here ? I mean to carry you back to
t( wn with me. Everybody says that it is a shame that you should be
0'it of the world like this."
He was standing upon the hearthrug, with his back to the fire —
koking down at me as I sat at the table. He was not a tall man — five
feet ten — but I think intended by nature to be six feet, only having gone
tc sea when still almost a child, at a time when the between-decks were
v< ry low-pitched, he had, he himself declared, had his growth unnaturally
st apped. His immensely powerful build, and massive chest, which measured
cc nsiderably over forty inches round, would incline one to this belief. He
hi ,d never been handsome, as far as features went, but the irregularity of
LH features might easily be forgotten by those who looked at the intellect
si own in his magnificent forehead. His forehead and his hands were his
tv o strong points. The latter were models of symmetry. Indeed, while
resident at Rome, at an earlier period of his life, he had been requested
b^ a sculptor to allow his hand to be modelled.
At the time I now speak of him he was fifty- two years of age ; but
lo >king considerably younger. His face was clean shaved ; and his hair
so long that it reached almost to his shoulders, curling in light loose locks
like those of a woman. It was slightly grey. He was dressed in anything
bt t evening costume on the present occasion, having on a short velveteen
sh noting- jacket and coloured trousers. I could not help smiling as I
gli need at his dress — recalling to my mind what a dandy he had been as
a ; roung man.
152 CAPTAIN MARBYAT AT LANGHAM.
" What can make you live down here ? " repeated I.
"I have had enough of the world," he answered. "I like this sort
of life : besides, look at all my girls and boys. I want to retrench."
" But do you believe you save money by farming your own land ? "
I asked.
In perfect good faith he assured me that he did. It was the delusion
of his present life that scientific farming was an economical plan of living ;
although to the ordinary run of mortals it appeared uncommonly like
throwing money away. Marryat, I think, rather prided himself upon his
common sense. He said once, " People say that geniuses very seldom
have common sense : now I have been called a gsnius ; but I am sure I
have plenty of common sense." He had not a bit of it.
But I have left him standing on the hearthrug all this while, with his
back to the fire, and we get on but slowly with our conversation.
" What time do you get up in the morning ? " asked I.
" About five at this time of the year."
" About — about what ? Are you mad ? Do you expect me to get up
at that hour?"
"By no means: get up at any hour you like; but I am my
own bailiff."
"Do you mean to say that your servants are up and about at five
o'clock in the morning ? "
"They are by the time I return home and want them. I do not
trouble them before. I open my bed-room window and jump out when I
am dressed, which saves all' the trouble of unbarring doors. We breakfast
at eight."
Although eight was an improvement upon five, yet it required some
moments to recover from the shock. When I did so, I said humbly that
I would go to bed.
I suppose there is something in country air conducive to early rising ;
for, contrary to my usual custom, I woke betimes the following morning.
I went to my bedroom window and looked out. The room was at the back
of the house, and overlooked a large lawn, divided from a field by an
invisible fence. The practically useful had evidently here swamped the
ornamental. The field was green with young barley, which for the time
looked almost as pretty as if the whole had been grass. Wherever
I looked, my eye invariably fell upon some animal or other. There were a
dozen or more young calves feeding about the lawn ; two or three ponies
and a donkey under a clump of larches in one direction, a long-legged
colt and its mamma standing jealously apart from them in another. Coops
with young fowls of various kinds stood upon the gravel walk in front of1
the dining-room doorstep.
As I was looking, I heard the premonitory signal of some one's
approach, — a laugh ; and along the garden walk I saw Captain Marryat
coming with several of his family. Two or three dogs capered around
and about ; a jackdaw sat on the shoulder of one of the girls ; and as they
CAPTAIN MARBYAT AT LANGHAM. 153
noared the lawn, they were joined by a flock of pigeons, which wheeled
round and round their heads, settling for a moment, sometimes on tho
shoulder of one, sometimes on the hat of another, or coming six in a row
u jon any arm that was held out to them. Then the little calves found
out what was the matter, and whisking their tails over their backs, ran head-
Icng at their master, catching at his coat-tails, sucking his fingers when
tt ey could get hold of them, and so besetting his path that it was with
difficulty he could move on.
It was a lovely morning, and instead of entering the house — having
ascertained by a glance through the open glass doors of the dining-room
th at his lazy guest was not yet down — Captain Marryat seated himself on
the edge of the lawn, closely cropped by his little friends the calves.
Hereupon the ponies advanced and sniffed at his hands and face, and one
of them knocked his hat over his eyes. He was evidently a spoilt little
biute, for shortly afterwards, upon having his long tail pulled, he ran
avay a few paces, and looking carefully back so as to measure his distance,
threw up his heels within a few inches of his tormentor's face, a practical
jo lie which both parties seemed equally to appreciate.
I turned from the window, feeling that at this rate I should never be
drassed.
After breakfast there was plenty to do in the way of feeding innumer-
able animals. I never saw sb many animals together out of a menagerie.
There was an aviary six or eight feet square, full of birds of every descrip-
tion: There were rabbits, pheasants, partridges, cats, dogs, and donkeys.
In the walled garden we were followed by a tame seagull and a tame
heron. The horses, in and out of the stables, were more like dogs than
horses, and the dogs were more like children than dogs.
Naturally we commenced talking of animals and their instincts and
trsits of sagacity ; and to my surprise, Marryat did not appear to go so
far as have some in his estimate of them. I repeated some anecdote of a
do i which I admitted I had only on hearsay, and asked if he thought it
probable.
" It may be true," he answered. "I had once a very clever Newfound-
lar d dog myself. But it is the fashion of the present day to exalt animals
int o reasoning beings ; which serves to lower rather than to exalt their
instinct."
Here one of the little girls asked what this particular dog he alluded
to was in the habit of doing.
" Why, my dear, he did what any other intelligent dog would have
do:ie. On one occasion when I was called suddenly to join my ship, and
had left a quantity of dirty duds at home, the dog Captain picked out
eve ry individual article that belonged to me from the general mass, and
piL'ng them in a heap, he sat upon them and would not allow them to be
torched by any one. Now this is a regular dog's trick, instigated by
att; ichment. Captain knew by his scent which clothes were mine ; he did
not carefully examine the marks to find my initials. When I read of a
154 CAPTAIN MARRYAT AT LANGHAM.
dog comparing the sizes of two liats, and then, after a little consideration,
clapping the smaller one inside the larger, so as to take them both in his
mouth at once" — he stopped, looked me in the face with twinkling eyes,
and then gave a shout of laughter.
"But," said I, "is not this anecdote told somewhere in a book on
natural history ? "
" Of course it is," answered Marryat, " and many more of a like kind,
which have gone down with the public. Why, Theodore Hook and I used to
split our sides over inventing wonderful instances of sagacity, which we
would send to a certain popular naturalist, and afterwards see vouched for
in print. But I really should have thought the story of the hats a little
too bad."
After this I went round the farm with him. I suppose that ploughed-
fields and manure-heaps and agricultural machines are interesting when
one farms one's own land ; but to my vitiated tastes, it seemed dull work.
Marryat stood about directing and ordering ; sometimes listening to a long
Norfolk speech, which seemed to me to be in an unknown tongue : then
walking off to a stack-yard, where a grand battue of rats was going on,
and eagerly calling out "loo-loo-loo " to the dogs with the rest. Then,
as a climax, he marched me off to the decoy lake, where a new pipe was
being made and a new trench dug. This was an interesting sight, even
to the uninitiated. The decoy man, a great rough-looking fellow in a
fur cap, was a reclaimed poacher, and he looked entirely his original
character. Marryat always held that reformed blackguards made the
most honest servants. He had a very unmagistrate-like leniency for
poaching, and having convicted this man, Barnes, of the offence, he had
placed him as his gamekeeper and decoy man ; and I know that he never
had reason to repent his trust in him. When, years later, Marryat' s son
Frank went to California, Barnes declared his resolution of going with
him, the which he did, and remained with him the whole time of his
sojourn there.
The afternoon was now getting on ; and finding that although we had
breakfasted at eight we should not dine until the same hour in the
evening, I proposed returning to the house. Although Marryat himself
never took anything between those two meals, he did not expect others to
have the same powers of endurance, and I went in search of luncheon,
leaving him still indefatigably looking after the farm.
I can think I see him now, as I look back to that time, sitting about
on his dun- coloured Hanoverian pony, called Dumpling, — a name he very
well deserved, — dressed in that velveteen shooting-jacket I have spoken of,
which he used to boast of as having cost only twelve and sixpence ; with
a hole in the rim of his hat, through which, when required, he could
thrust his eye-glass. He had manufactured one for himself, of a plain
round piece of glass, surrounded by whalebone, the two ends of which
were bound together into a long stem with a piece of twine : this long
stem fitted into the hole in his hat-brim, so as to come just in front of his
CAPTAIN MARRYAT AT LANGHAM. 155
right eye, in order to save the trouble, when out shooting, of raising his
glaf.s each time he fired. Dumpling was a character in himself. He was
a spiteful old pony to every one but to his master, of whom he appeared to
staisd in awe.
I am not going to keep to times and seasons in speaking of my remem-
brance of Langhani. My knowledge of it and of its owner extended over
a sj ace of many years ; and things in connection with them crowd over
my memory in thinking of that time, which may appear somewhat discon-
nected to my reader.
To return to Dumpling. On one occasion, he tried to assert his inde-
pendence even over his master ; and when on the high-road to Cockthorpe
and close to a pond, he adroitly kicked Captain Marryat over his head
and right into the water. After this feat, however, he was so alarmed
at what he had done to the author of Peter Simple, that he stood still
trerrbling, and allowed his master to remount, himself returning home
very humble and dejected,' and never attempting to be refractory with
him again. But with others, Dumpling never omitted an opportunity of
sho^ ing his spiteful temper. Marryat once put two of his children upon
the ;)ony, when he himself was occupied about some farming operations,
and sent them across the meadow. So long as he was in sight, Dumpling
trott 3d steadily along ; but no sooner did he find himself unobserved,
than up flew his heels, and both the little girls went over his head.
Bad they came running to their father to complain of "Dumpy."
" Come here, sir!" shouted Marryat to the conscience- stricken pony.
Dumpling saw a whip in his master's hand; he glanced first one side
and then the other, while Marryat waited for him to come. He might
have turned tail and raced all over the meadow : but after a moment's
refle( tion, he hung his head penitently, and running to his master, thrust
his nose under Marryat's arm. The moral of it was, of course, that
Dumpling did not get a whipping.
"\ /"hen first I had looked round the walls of Langham cottage, and had
seen what capital pictures were there, what first-rate bronzes and marbles,
and vv*hat a splendid library, I thought I began to understand how he
could make himself happy in this seclusion. " He lives amongst his
books, and his writings and papers," thought I. "I can see that a
man of literary tastes and pursuits -may make a world of his own."
But '.ie did not make a world in his literary pursuits. He was, at the
time of which I am now writing, engaged upon some book : one of his
later 3hildren's stories, I think ; but his literary work was never obtruded
on hi ; family. There was no time of the day apparently when he was to
be lei ; undisturbed. The other members of the household went in and
out o. the room where he sat, and never found him abstracted or disin-
clined to take an interest in the outer world. He threw himself like a
child nto his children's pleasures : one morning helping to make a kite, the
next listening to doggerel verses, or in the evening joining with them in
acting charades. He would leave off in the middle of writing his book to
'156 CAPTAIN MAEEYAT AT LANGHAM.
carry out a handful of salt to his favo-urite calves upon the lawn ; and
enter into the fanciful papering of a boudoir with all the enthusiasm
of a girl. It always struck me that Marry at was like an elder brother
rather than a father to his own children, although I am fully sure he lost
nothing in their filial respect and honour by the intimacy and freedom of
their love ; and I know now, after he has been dead eighteen years, that the
hearts of his children cling to his memory as fondly as they did to himself
in the days I speak of. It must be something to be capable of inspiring
love which will outlast time and absence without diminution.
The children came to him in all their difficulties and scrapes. I
remember a little creature of nine or ten, with a very blank face, showing
a great rent in the front of her frock with " Oh, my father, what am I to
do ? Miss " (the " governess ") " will be so angry ; she will give me
such lesson to learn," and Marryat's taking hold of the frock and tearing
the hole six times as large as at first, and laughingly answering, " There,
say I did it."
All his children invariably addressed him as " My father." It was a
fancy of his own. He had a special dislike to the popular name " Papa,"
which he said meant just nothing.
He vras so very fond of the society of young people. Without in any
degree accommodating himself to them, his feelings seemed more in unison
with the young than with those of his own age. On one occasion, while
I was staying with them, they were all invited to an evening-party, to be
preceded by a dinner to which he alone was asked. He came into the
room with an aggrieved look, and the tone of an injured man. " Here,"
said he, " I don't want to go to dinner ; they only ask me, I know, to
amuse their guests, and I am not going to ' talk clever ' at the dinner-
table : I shall go in the evening with you." He went and played games
— his inventive genius always came out very happily at forfeits — and
danced the polka with the children.
I never knew him at home " talk clever," although he used to say
funnier things sometimes than any man I know. And he had a very keen
appreciation of wit in others, especially from one of his own, whom in
his parental pride he very much over-estimated. He used to laugh till
the tears were in his eyes. I never hardly knew a man laugh with greater
abandonment. It would begin with a chuckle, and continue until his
face was so twisted and convulsed that he would have to put his hands
before it.
At dinner one day, there appeared at second course a small dish of
something which looked like pastry, but scarcely deserved the name of
tarts. They were not above an inch square, pinched up at the corners,
and each containing a single cherry.
I saw the girls look suspiciously at these delicacies, while their father
was evidently waiting for them to be noticed. Presently he said, "There's
one apiece for you." Then, turning to me, he added, " I came through
the kitchen as the pastry was being made. I made those."
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Then one of his children asked, " I say, my father, did you wash your
hai:ds first ?"
" Lor' bless you, my dear," said he, looking at his fingers, " I declare
I forgot all about it.".
" Then you shall eat them all yourself," she answered, jumping up,
anc" catching him round the throat. " You have never washed your hands
since you pulled about those dead rats this morning; you know you
haven't."
Marryat looked convicted and guilty. He had not a word to say for
hhi self, excepting to entreat to be let off from eating the tarts ; and when
he -iad ceased laughing, he said, — " That reminds me of my poor little boy
Willie, who died. I had him on board with me in the Lame. Once he
got the ship's cook to give him some flour and plums to make a pudding ;
and after making it in the galley, and having it boiled, I saw him bring
it 0:1 deck. ' Here, Jack ! ' called he to one of the ship's boys. ' You may
hava this.' I was surprised at his giving away his pudding which he had
tho ight so much of; and I asked him why he did not eat it himself. ' No,
thaiik you, father,' said he ; * I made it.' He had been short of water, I
afterwards found out," added Marryat, " and had mixed the pudding by
rept atedly spitting into it."
" Which son was that ? " I asked.
"He was our second boy; he died under seven years old. He is the
original ' Willie ' of the King's Own. All the anecdotes of that child's
life on board ship are true."
I think Marryat was most judicious in his treatment of the young ;
never admitting incapacity as an excuse for want of endeavour. If any
one with him pleaded — " It is of no use my attempting ; I am not clever
enough ! " he was met with the answer, — " You not clever enough ?
Dor't tell me such nonsense ; you are no fool, you can do it if you
choose, and I expect you to do it." And in most cases the expected
things were done.
I used to be amused at the original modes he had of punishing his
children when they were naughty. On one occasion two culprits of eight
and ten were brought to him with a complaint from their maid that they
had persisted in playing upon their father's violin when the dressmaker was
vanry striving to try on some new frocks. Marryat lifted the two children,
one on each side of the top of his bureau ; and there he kept them sitting
for r time like two little images, until he took them down to undergo
extrr petting for the rest of the day ; for, if a child required to be
punished, as soon as the punishment was over, it seemed as if no amount
of indulgence was thought too much for compensation; like the jam to
take the taste of the physic out of its mouth.
1 nother time the same two children came to him as the dentist of the
family, and the elder, leading the little one by the hand, exclaimed with
great glee, — '
'' C has a tooth to come out.'r
158 CAPTAIN MABBYAT AT LANGHAM.
He looked into the child's mouth, and twisted out the loose little peg ;
then turning to the elder child, he quickly pulled out one of hers also,
saying—
" There ; I shall take out one of yours too ; that's for coming to tell
about it."
Whatever the size of the culprit, it was always during the time of dis-
grace addressed with great formality. " Good morning, Miss Marryat,"
or " Good evening, Miss Marryat," when Miss Marryat might happen to
be six years of age. He was generally said to spoil his children, but I
hold my own views on what constitutes spoiling.
I often wondered where and when Marryat had found the time to cul-
tivate his own mind, for he had had but few advantages of actual educa-
tion. I suppose it was from the great power and habit of observation
which he possessed that he learnt intuitively. There was hardly a scien-
tific subject upon which he was not well informed, besides being, as all
the world knows, a practically scientific man. I have heard him regret
that he was not born a century later than his time ; as he considered the
world in a scientific point of view as comparatively in its infancy. He
used to prophecy of the great discoveries yet to be made in steam and in
electricity. He took a great interest in magnetism and in phrenology, in
both of which he was, I am sure, a firm believer. He had been told by
Townsend that he was himself a powerful mesmerist ; but I do not think
he ever tested his power.
There was hardly a modern language of which he had not some
knowledge ; grammatical knowledge, I mean. So far as speaking them
went, although he would rattle off unhesitatingly French or German, or
Italian, or whatever was called for at the moment, his thoroughly British
tongue imbued them all with so much of the same accent, that it was
difficult to know what the language was meant for : indeed, he used to tell
a story of how an Italian, after listening to one of his long speeches in
his purest Tuscan, apologized to him and said he did not understand
English.
. Marryat ran away to sea at twelve years of age, so that at best his
education must have been very limited. I remember this story which he
himself told me of his early school-days : —
" The first school I ever went to was one kept by an old dame. There
was a number of other boys there who were all very good boys, but
Charlie Babbage and I were always the scamps of the school. He and I
were for ever in scrapes, and the old woman used to place us side by side
standing on stools in the middle of the school-room and point to us as a
warning to the others and say, ' Look at those two boys ! . They are bad
boys and they will never get on in the world. Those two boys will
come to a bad end.' It is rather funny," he concluded, " but Babbage
and I are the only two in all the school who have ever been heard of
since. We got round the old dame though in the end. The boys used to
curry favour with her by being the first to bring in the daily eggs laid by
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tv o or three hens she kept in the garden. If a boy brought in one egg he
was approved of, but if he brought two, he was patted on the back and
called ' good boy.' So Charlie and I agreed to get up very early in the
morning, before the other boys, and abstract the eggs from the hens'
nests ; and then we hid them away in a hole in the hedge. The old dame
wr -s in a great state of mind at having no eggs day after day ; and when
her vexation had culminated, and all the good boys were very low down in
her books, Charlie Babbage and I made a discovery. ' Oh, mam.'! here's
evor so many eggs in the hedge ! ' Thenceforth we were the prime
favourites ; and whenever our credit waned a fresh hoard of eggs was
found, and set things straight."
" "What made you take to the sea ? " I asked.
" I always had a fancy for it," he answered. " I ran away from school
tw: ce, but was pursued by my father, discovered, captured, and brought
back again. I was bent upon going to sea ; but that was not the imme-
difte caugo of my running away."
He looked up laughingly, and I asked, " Why ? "
11 Because I didn't like having to wear my brother J 's breeches.
Yoa see, I came just below him, and, for the sake of economy, my mother
use d to give me his outgrown clothes. I could stand anything else, but
I CDuld not stand the breeches."
Like all writers of fiction, I presume, Marryat was fond of reading
novels. He spent his evenings mostly in doing so. He read rapidly, and
would as soon read one of his own books as those of his friends; and I
'ha^e seen him chuckle and heard him laugh out loud at one of his own
jokes, written many years before. If the chuckle or laugh were noticed
he vould turn the book over, saying, — " What is this ? James's ? Bless
my soul ! if it isn't one of my own. Well, it is uncommonly amusing,
wh( ever wrote it."
Yet, perhaps — for almost all his incidents and characters were from life
— tie pages took him back to the early days of his service, when the events
themselves had happened.
I asked him once which of his novels he considered the best, and he
answered — "I always was fondest of Jacob Faithful. I know Peter
Sim vie has been most popular, and is considered the cleverest."
Speaking of the reviewers, he said, " I used to get most awfully cut
up s ometimes ; but I delight in a thoroughly bad review. I believe it
does a man more good than any amount of favourable ones. But anything
is butter than being unnoticed."
' But," remarked I, " excuse rne, do not you think that you sometimes
carii ature nature ? I have always thought that Captain Kearney in Peter
Simple is an almost impossible character. He is too big a liar to be
belkved in."
'-Captain Kearney," answered Marryat, "is a real character; he is
from life. I knew the man myself."
I larryat was fond of speaking of the friends of his former years, but
160 CAPTAIN HAREYAT AT LANGHAH.
I have noticed that whereas he mentioned most of them by their surnames,
as " Bulwer," "Ainsworth," or " Stansfield," he would speak of Dickens as
" Charlie Dickens." I do not know if he had a more than ordinary affec-
tion for him ; but the circumstance would seein to imply so.
After having told some of his best stories a good many times over
he began to identify himself with them, and would relate them as if they
had happened to himself. I fancy this is a trick with many people of
vivid imagination ; and may be done in perfect good faith ; for, after
all, it is difficult to decide where imagination ends and falsehood begins
Perhaps even Captain Kearney may not have been altogether an inten-
tional liar.
But I have no desire to swell this paper be}7ond due limits. I have
said that in thinking of Langham and those last years of Marryat's life, I
can hardly recognize, in his pleasures and his pursuits, the man in his
youth and the man in his mature age. I can picture him to myself in
the former time accustoming himself to every luxury of the table — an
epicure of the first degree — and I can remember, in the latter period, his
entering the room where I was seated, with the exclamation, — "I say, we
have nothing in the world for dinner ; you go down to the lake, and soe
if you can get anything, and I will take my gun."
We went each our own way ; and a couple of hours later met again,
he with a rabbit he had shot, and I with a huge eel from the lake. That
was literally all we had for dinner. It was a Robinson Crusoe sort of life,
but looking back upon it, it was very pleasant.
In all my recollections of this time one person is so mixed up, that I
cannot avoid mentioning him, apart from my own warm regard for his
memory. I am sure there seldom passed twp days without Lieutenant
George Thomas, of the Coast-guard station, Marston, being with us.
Together, Marryat and he would talk over the sendee as it had been in
their day, and the degeneracy of the service as it was then ; and his
daughter Annie, then a little child, the present novelist, was like one of
the children of the house.
I can again picture Marryat to myself in one of his fits of abstrac-
tion in his study, lying half-reclined upon a sofa, over which was spread
an enormous lion-skin ; with his deep-set eyes fixed straight forward,
and his mind evidently at work; until he darted into an almost erect
attitude, and extending his arm exclaimed in a loud voice, " Silence ! "
and upon his companion looking up inquiringly, turning it off with a
laugh, " I thought B was in the room. I was talking to him. I
forgot myself."
I can think of many evenings when the dining-room table was pushed
on one side and we all played blindrnan's buff, and he laughed and
shouted as gleefully as any of the younger ones, holding one of the chil-
dren in front of him : she delighted to be, as she thought, in such a safe
position, and then suddenly awaked to a sense of danger by the practical
joke of being jumped forward into the very arms of the blindman, while
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her treacherous parent escaped : or dancing impromptu fancy dances with
ODG or other of the juveniles. Or, later, I can think of him, in his great
unselfishness, concealing the fact of his being ill, lest those about him
should be distressed on his account; so that only by accident was it
discovered by his son that that painful organic disease which in the end
killed him, had commenced.
I can fancy I see him again in so many different ways ; but what
is the use now when nothing is left to me but fancy ? These things
aro passed away ; but I have spoken of that which I know ; and whether
I call myself Jones, Brown, or Robinson, it matters very little. This
is no made-up paper, for these memories are amongst the records of
my life.
Once more, before I close. In these latter days I once asked
Mitiryat what he had been doing, when he had been a long while
absent from home. "Oh, nothing in particular,1 ho answered; "but
yo i see this is such a lovely time of year ; it is sufficient amusement for
me to walk along the lanes and watch the green buds coming out in the
quickset hedges."
I could not recover this for some time. And this was what the
popular novelist and wit had come down to ! This was the interest of the
spoilt man of the world when hardly past middle age. For this he had
abandoned society prematurely ; he had put aside fame before it had had
time to pall. He had not outlived his popularity, for his name has not
done so even now; he had turned his back upon it. " The buds in the
quickset hedges ! "
Yet now, since he has been dead, it has sometimes occurred to me as
a question whether it was a " coming down" after all, or a return to the
childlike simplicity of all true genius ; or perhaps the beginning of an
awakening to that better child-likeness of which we have all been told, and
which Marryat fully experienced before he died.
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THE supreme authority on all tilings Spanish is very distinct upon the
subject of pedestrian travelling in Spain. " A pedestrian tour for
pleasure," says The Handbook, "is not to be thought of for a moment."
"No one should ever dream of making a pedestrian tour in Spain," say
the Gathering*. Deference to the ipse-dixit of Ford will be paid by no
one so willingly as by one who has made those delightful volumes the
companions of his wanderings in the land they illustrate, and proved their
truth while drawing upon their rich stores of learning and observation.
Ford, however, it is pretty clear, never made the experiment of a pedes-
trian tour, and theory, even his theory, on a question of Spanish travel,
must yield to experience. No doubt there is a large portion of the
Peninsula to which his dictum applies. The traveller who would deliber-
ately set out on a walking expedition through the dreary plains of
Estremadura or the Castiles, if not actually a lunatic, would doubtless
soon qualify for lunacy by the way of sun-stroke and brain-fever. Never-
theless there is no lack of good walking ground in the north, north-west,
and south of Spain, entirely free from this risk, quite practicable, and
eminently enjoyable ; at least to any one who does not mind such an
amount of " roughing it " as, with the aid of moderate endurance, good
digestion, and a packet of Keating's insect-destroyer, will serve as a sauce
pi^iianie to his pleasure. There is no need here to dilate upon the
advantages of this over every other mode of travelling for those who can
adopt it. No doubt a riding tour as sketched by Ford is very delightful,
but black care sits behind jthe horseman, even mounted though he be, like
the author of the Handbook, on his haca Cordobesa. He has always a
second set of wants besides his own to provide for, a mouth to feed that
cannot make complaint of short commons, feet that are apt to come
unshod at awkward times, a back that must not be allowed to become
sore. And then, with all his independence as compared with the -traveller
on wheels, he is not a free man. He is tied to the bridle-road ; all that
lies beyond it has no existence for him, and in Ford's own country — if
any one part of Spain more than another can be said to be Ford's country
— in Andalusia, there is scenery as grand as any in the Alps or Pyrenees
which is a sealed book to him and to all except the pedestrian. Ford's
chief objection applies to walking in general. It seldom answers, he says,
anywhere, as the walker arrives at the object of his promenade tired and
hungry just at the moment when he ought to be freshest and most up to
intellectual pleasures." But why should he? Can he not arrange
matters so as not to arrive tired and hungry ? • If he finds himself
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in> capable of enjoyment after thirty miles let him be content with twenty
or fifteen ; and as to hunger, that is an affection to which travellers .of all
BO: is are equally liable, and which is to be obviated by the same means
in all cases. In the matter of accommodation, inns, food, and so forth,
he is no worse off than any other tourist. Indeed, in one respect, he is
be* ter off : healthy active exercise materially improves his chance of an
un'oroken night's rest. The .fleas don't bite a sound sleeper, so the
Sp miards say, and the immunity is worth something in a posada. Any
ott er inconiniodities he only shares in common with all comers, and any
-argument founded on them is an argument not against walking but against
travelling in Spain at all.
On llhis head, it may be observed, there has been a great deal of
exaggeration. To believe the majority of- writers about Spain, the
passage of the Pyrenees is a plunge into utter barbarism, whereas in
sobsr truth the traveller, as long at least as he keeps to the beaten
tra<ks, finds Spain, so far as he is concerned, remarkably like the
rest of civilized Europe. Even the diligence is now almost obsolete.
Ex(ept Granada, there is no place of any importance which is not to
be reached by rail; and at Madrid, Barcelona, Seville, Granada, Malaga,
Corlova, Cadiz — in fact at every town which has a place in the regular
Spaaish tour — he will find hotels quite as civilized as those of France,
Italy, or Germany, and in which he runs just about as much risk of being
poisoned with the garlic and rancid oil we are told of as at the Trois
Freres. It is true, if he penetrates into regions more remote he must
content himself with much rougher quarters, for the difference between the
fonca and the posada of Spain is far wider than between the hotel
and the inn of any other country. It must be admitted too that all that
forn of life to which Mark Tapley applied the generic " wampires " is
rath 3r more abundant than is consistent with entire comfort. But even
the josada is not much worse than the mountain quarters with which the
pedestrian has frequently to put up in other countries; and if fowls, eggs,
ham, and the best bread in the world, have any virtues in the way of
supporting nature, there is no danger of starvation.
'.'he one discomfort which affects the pedestrian more than any other
travt Her in Spain, is the heat of the climate ; but even this is not so great
an e il as it seems. In the Sierras, among which his rambling ground will
lie, i low latitude is neutralized to a great extent by elevation and
mou: itain breeze, and by a judicious use of the cool morning hours it is
quite possible to cheat even the fierce sun of Andalusia. It is a good
trave lling rule anywhere, but especially sound in Spain, to make a point
of se' dng the sun rise every morning. One hour in the morning is worth
three in the afternoon, either for getting over ground or for enjoying
scene ry, and nowhere is the morning more delightful than in the Spanish
mour tains. All nature seems to rise, restored to life by the bracing air of
night and looks crisp and cool, green and moist, like a fresh-cut salad.
A fev hours later all this is changed. Where the dew hung the dust lies
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thick ; the soft streaks of mist that rested like scarfs of gauze on the
shoulders of the mountains have given place to a hot quivering haze, the
tender blues and greens have become browns and yellows, and the broad
purple shadows have changed into hard black lines. The landscape has
put on a dry, parched, gritty look, as if it were moulded in terra-cotta,
and life seems to have been baked out of everything except the lizards and
grasshoppers. Therefore for enjoyment as well as for comfort, it is
desirable to make an early start, and from this point of view it is, perhaps,
a happy arrangement of circumstances that there are seldom strong
inducements to lie a-bed of a morning in a Spanish inn : if the voice of
the sluggard was ever heard to complain in a posada, the complaint was
probably based on very different grounds from those stated by the poet.
Getting under weigh is half the journey ; " el salir de la posada es la mayor
Jornada," as the national proverb puts it; and the prudent viator will leave
nothing to be done in the morning but to discharge the reckoning and
swallow a cup of that marvellous chocolate which Spain alone has the gift
of producing, and the poorest posada will furnish as well as the best hotel.
With this, itself almost as much a solid as the bizcochos which accompany
it, he breaks his fast. Breakfast as we understand it, the first regular
meal of the day, is altogether too important and pleasurable an affair to
be trifled with in this way. It would be a wanton waste of the means of
enjoyment to take it within walls at all, not to speak of the walls of a
frowsy hostelry. It is eminently a pleasure to be looked forward to. The
materials, cold fowl, ham, hard eggs, bread, oranges, grapes, according to
the local commissariat, are stowed away in the knapsack, to be produced
at the proper time and place — when the right to enjoy has been fairly
earned, and a spot has been reached which combines the attraction of
shade, water, and a view. Then and there he will unsling his pack, and
as he makes his " honest, wholesome, hungry breakfast," he will say with
Father Izaak, " Does not this meat taste well, and was not this place well
chosen to eat it ? " The meat, however, is not the only thing to be
considered. In thirsty Spain the traveller carries his bota as regularly as
the playgoer carries his opera-glass, or the Londoner his umbrella, and
nowhere will he more fervently join in the refrain of the quaint old song
which prays,
That in heaven his soul may dwell,
Who first found out the leather bottel.
On a journey of any sort it is a desirable, on a pedestrian journey it is an
indispensable, companion ; and, therefore, any one contemplating a tramp
should first betake himself to the shop of some well-recommended botero ;
and that without delay, for the education of the bota is a matter which
requires some little time. Some authorities advise a course of aguardiente
by way of seasoning, which is apt to have the effect of replacing the
honest taste of leather by the sickly flavour of aniseed ; but a thorough
soaking in many waters, followed by a discipline of rough wine, will
generally suffice to correct the peculiar bouquet of old boots which hangs
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about a bota fresh from the shop. There are two sorts of bota. That
used in Catalonia, Arragon, and the Pyrenees generally, has a horn nozzle
fitting on with a screw ; but the southern bota — a simpler, ruder, and
altogether more oriental-looking affair — is much more convenient in form.
Tie neck is furnished with a wooden cup-shaped mouth, fitted with a
perforated plug, through which the parched wayfarer squirts a thin stream
of wine down his throat, if his "tenement of clay" merely requires a
slight moistening. If thorough saturation be desired, he has only to
remove the plug and keep the cup full by a loving pressure of the yielding
leather ; and no sound could be more sympathetic to a thirsty soul than
the jovial chuckling gurgle of the wine as it rises through the narrow
neck, and the long-drawn sigh that follows when the hand is removed and
the empty air rushes in to fill the place of the generous liquor. Simple,
however, as these operations may seem, the art of drinking from the bota
is not to be acquired in a moment. The tyro who rashly attempts the
feat in public for the first time will probably cover his waistcoat with wine
and himself with confusion ; therefore, a little private practice with water
is advisable* and for obvious reasons the period of the morning bath will
be found a favourable time for study. In the two most important respects
the bota is vastly superior to any of the modern contrivances in macintosh
or vulcanized india-rubber for carrying wine on a journey. It keeps its
contents far cooler, and once seasoned communicates no disagreeable taste.
Indeed, a veteran bota, like a pipe that is properly culottee, will help to make
an -inferior article endurable ; and for this reason its swarthy complexion
and "purple -stained mouth" are to be regarded with the same sort of
affectionate solicitude as attends the colouring of a valued meerschaum.
In any enumeration of travelling difficulties in Spain, robbers have
a prescriptive right to a place ; but in these degenerate days that place
must be among the ideal difficulties. The romantically inclined tourist
who counts upon at least one affair with brigands before returning home,
who says at starting, " The bug which you would fright me with I seek,"
will assuredly be wofully disappointed. Others, indeed, he will find, but
not that one. There is now hardly as much chance of meeting a specimen
of the ladron — the regular professional, picturesque brigand — in Spain, as
of encountering a wolf in Wales. Even landlords, horse proprietors, and
others interested in making the most of the dangers of the road, never
attempt such a flight of imagination as to hint at " ladrones : " they never
get beyond " mala gente." This state of things, satisfactory or not according
to taste, is mainly due to that admirable, and recently much-abused body,
the piardias civiles. Their ubiquity has made every road in Spain at least
as sa fe as the New Road in London, and at the same time tends to convey
an idea of insecurity. On most of the roads in Andalusia a pair of these
succc ssors of the Santa Herrnandad accompany the diligences for a part
of the way, and their appearance is by some held to be conclusive of the
abundance of robbers, which is, in fact, scarcely more logical than inferring
the unhealthiness of a city from its elaborate drainage arrangements.
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In the mountains, too, the pedestrian will often perceive on the path-
side, far down below him, a couple of cocked-hatted, blue-coated, yellow-
belted figures, who, when he conies up with them, will most likely ask after
his " documentos." For this reason, in spite of what guide-books say about
no passport being needed in Spain, it is necessary to have, at any rate,
something which looks like one, and if it has a scrap of Spanish, couched
in official language, written on it anywhere, so much the better, for some of
these guardias can read. Their behaviour is always in accordance with
their title ; still it will never be amiss to administer a puro or two, in return
for which the traveller may get some useful hints about the neighbourhood,
or, in case there is a choice, a direction to a posada where se bebe buen
vino y no pican mucho los chinches. The mala gente, the gentry who,
though not robbers by profession, are yet so weak in principle as not to be
always able to withstand the temptation to rob, may perhaps constitute a
danger more real. If the evidence of hotel-keepers and the like is to be
taken literally, they really do exist, but the curious fact about them is that
they seem always to keep ahead of the traveller. Thus at Granada he
will be told he must keep a sharp look out at Alhama ; at Alhama he is
assured the neighbourhood is and always has been remarkable for honesty,
but he will do well to be on his guard about Antequera. Antequera pro-
tests its innocence, since the time of King Wamba, of all offences against
person or property, but raises a warning voice against the neighbourhood
of Ronda ; and Honda, in turn, professes itself to be an Arcadia, and
denounces San Roque. The risk is always " mas lejos ; " the traveller never
is, but always to be robbed. Still, as it is just possible that a smart walker
may, by accident, overtake some of these retreating rogues, there can be
no harm in carrying a light revolver. It is always a comfortable sort of
companion, and it will be sufficient in the very improbable event of an
encounter, as a member of the mala gente family is not likely to carry
fire-arms.
There is something, but not much, after all, in Ford's final argument
that walking is unusual in Spain. It is true that the pedestrian does not
hold the same honoured and dignified position as in Switzerland. In a
country where " caballero " is the equivalent for " gentleman," he cannot
expect to have his claim to that title immediately recognized everywhere
when he makes his appearance on foot. But he certainly will not be
either " ill-received " or " become an object of universal suspicion." Sur-
prise, and a trifle of curiosity, he will very probably excite, but fortunately
even in the remotest nooks of the Peninsula it is now pretty well under-
stood that the English are an eccentric people, having peculiar ideas on
the subject of pleasure ; and at the worst, when his nationality is known,
he will be set down as a " loco " from that distant Thule where " the men
are as mad as he." But against this, it may be set off that this form of
insanity is calculated to touch the Spaniard on his weakest point. There
is no surer road to his good graces than admiration of his country and
everything it contains ; and to the Spanish mind, the admiration of the
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pedestrian will be above all suspicion. If he did not approve of the
cc untry and people he would not be at such pains to see them ; and there-
fore as soon as it is ascertained that he is not after mines or railways —
things always regarded with jealousy — -but simply scenery and enjoyment,
he will rise in estimation as a person of taste, whatever may be thought of
him as an entirely rational being. Indeed, it is by no means a bad rule
foL- travellers of every condition to praise as they go, right and left, every-
thing of or belonging to Spain. If they are too conscientious for this, or
to 3 much impressed with the responsibility entailed on them by a higher
cr/ilization, let them praise what they can, and endeavour, at least, to
appear contented with the rest. It is difficult to avoid the suspicion that
neglect of this simple precaution has something to do with the
ur favourable impressions of Spanish manners we sometimes find
recorded by English travellers. It would be impossible for the
grimbling, discontented, or critical traveller to make a worse selection
from the map of the world on Mercator's projection than Spain for a vaca-
tic n tour. Nothing puts up the Spaniard's back, so to speak, more readily
th in to have it dinned into his ears or hinted to him by signs quite as
eloquent as words that they order this or that matter better in France or in
England as the ease may be. If he is of the better educated sort, very likely
he is well aware that it is so, and for that reason is all the sorer ; if not,
it ;;eems to his.espanolismo flat blasphemy. To take a veiy extreme case,
the subject of the bull-fight is, as Mrs. Lirriper would say, " fruitful hot
water" at every table-d'hote from Barcelona to Cadiz at which there is
much mixture of Spaniards and foreigners. No doubt the traveller is quite
rig at in holding it to be a cruel, barbarous, and bloodthirsty sport (he
takes very good care not to miss it all the same) ; but, to adopt a phrase
fro.n the ethics of the nursery, " it is not pretty to say so " in a country
whsre it is the national pastime and a cherished institution. And, au fait,
what is the use ? As a protest it is unseasonable and as a preachment it
is unavailing. The fine old British practice of grumbling, too, is quite out
of place in Spain. Spaniards themselves never .grumble, they are a long-
Bul bring race. Now and again, but rarely, they will fly out into a prodigious
passion, but like a thunderstorm, if it is noisy, is very soon over, and as
Ch tries Mathews's song has it, the world jogs on just exactly as before, and
the grievance, whatever it is, remains unabated. But they have no idea
whatever of that steady persistent form' of attack which comes so natural
to • he Northern temperament, and are very apt to put the most unfavourable
cor struction on it. Besides, there is no countiy where it is of so little use.
In t ome of the larger hotels, which, being in the hands of Italians or French-
me i, are conducted on continental as distinguished from Spanish
prii iciples, swagger, bluster, and fault-finding may perhaps effect something.
Bui the traveller who fancies he will better himself in anyway by " calling
stoi.tly about him" in an ordinary Spanish parador or posada, is very much
mis aken. If he does entertain any such notion he will be undeceived at
one j by the bearing of his host. The demeanour of the Spanish amo is
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framed on a model altogether different from that of the landlord of any
other country. Far be it from him to welcome the coming guest with
smiles and bows, and rubbing of hands. He is not the man to show you
to your room and suggest with feeling a little bit of fish and broiled fowl
and mushrooms for your dinner. His rob is of another sort. Come as
you may, on foot, on horseback, or in a coach and six, you must approach
him as a suppliant, not as a customer. You do not put up at his house :
he permits you to enter and repose there. He receives you seated,
cigarette in mouth, in the doorway, and acknowledges your salutation with
a lofty condescension that at once explains away the incongruity of Don
Quixote always mistaking gentlemen in his line for governors of castles.
After a while he will unbend a little as you are a stranger, but you must
be careful not to impute to him any knowledge of household matters by
incautious questions or remarks touching bed or board. They belong to
the women's province : /tis function is deportment.
The mountain district lying to the south of Granada may be taken as
a sample of the fields open to the enterprise of the pedestrian. As the
wanderer takes his way " through Granada's royal town " — whether from
Elvira's gates to those of Bivarambla on he goes, or through the street of
Zacatin to the Alhambra spurring in, — through the elms on the Alameda,
through horse-shoe arches in the Alhambra, between the cypresses in the
gardens of the Generalife, at the ends of streets, over the tops of houses,
again and again does the distant Sierra Nevada force itself upon his notice,
make the background of his picture, and tantalize him with its snows.*
In time, if the mountain instinct be strong within him, he will begin to lust
after a nearer acquaintance, to speculate upon what sort of scenery is hiding
* The sketch given above is taken from the bridge over the Genii, at the upper
end of the Alameda. The sharp peak is the Veleta, the knob on the left the summit
of Mulabacen.'-
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ariong those crags, what manner of region it is that lies beyond, and possibly
the recollection that the range of mountains before him is the next highest
in Europe to the Alps may help to stimulate his curiosity. If he makes
inquiry at Granada about the means of gratifying it, he will be probably
advised to go up the Picacho de la Veleta, the sharp peak which appears
to be the culminating point of the chain — an undertaking which is there
looked upon with as much respect as the ascent of Mont Blanc used to
be fifteen years ago at Chamouni, albeit three-fourths of the journey may
be done on horseback. The advice, as far as it goes, is not bad, for from
the top of the Veleta he will command a panorama as grand, and infinitely
more varied, than any the Alps in all their glory can show. But if he
contents himself with this, he leaves unseen a tract which, in a small space,
contains some of the richest and boldest scenery in Europe — that medley
of mountains lying at his feet as he looks out over the Mediterranean, the
Alpujarras, where there are glens to drive a water-colour painter distracted,
an 1 rocks more savage than ever Salvator Rosa conceived.* Here, how-
evor, he must trust to his feet. He can, indeed, just skirt the Alpujarras
country on horseback, but if he wishes to explore its inmost nooks, to
follow up its wild valleys to the crest from which they spring, there is
no; hing for it but to leave his portmanteau and his respectabilities and
cares in charge of the landlord at Granada, for a week or two, and take to
the mountain in the condition of a tramp. It is better, however, not to
coi!imence actual tramping at the hotel door. The paths are not easy to
find, the ravines are intricate ; a guide of some sort is necessary, and
guides who will walk are not to be met with easily at Granada. There
are primitive little diligences plying between Granada and Motril or
Lanjaron, one of which will deposit him at a more convenient starting-
plat^e. If so minded, he may get down at the Ultimo Suspiro del Moro —
the " Hill of the Tears," as it is sometimes called — the famous spot from
which Boabdil looked for the last time on the fair city he had lost.
Thonce he may follow the diligence route — a fine, broad, well-engineered
road — through Durcal, past the gorge of Talara and the bridge of Tablate,
and then, turning to the left, take the rough byroad that zigzags up-hill
to Lanjaron. After a few miles Lanjaron comes in sight — a long white
village, gleaming out of a mass of the deepest green, and protected by a
toothless old castle on an almost isolated pinnacle of rock. The Anda-
lusians call LanjaroiT" El paraiso de las Alpujarras," and well they may,
for a lovelier spot no traveller can have photographed upon his memory.
* Ford says, "The name Alpujarras is a corruption of Al Busherat, 'grass,'"
whil-3 Washington Irving traces it to Albuxara, one of Taric's captains, who was the
first to subdue its Christian population. Fernan Cuballero quotes a legend which
explains the title of the Picacho del a Yelcta. In the tiempo de los Moros there
stood on its summit a weathercock (veleta), watched by an angel. While the weather-
cock pointed north the Christians were victorious ; but whenever the angel slept, the
evil one came and turned it southward, and straightway the Moorish arms prevailed.
Mulahacen is simply a corruption of the name of Mula — or Muley — Hassan, the father
ofBoabdiL
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It is perched on the southern end of a spur of the Sierra Nevada, which
rises steeply behind the village, clothed with chestnut and evergreen oak.
Below is a deep gorge, through which a little stream makes its way to the
Mediterranean, in front a mighty wall of rock, and all round a girdle of
noble mountains — among which towers high the grey head of the Sierra
Lujar. The village itself, far more Oriental than European in appearance,
like all the Alpujarras villages, is a long street of white flat-roofed houses,
with a tiny alameda in the centre, and the shelving platform on which it
stands, throughout its length and breadth, is a tangled wilderness of pome-
granate, fig, apricot, and orange trees. Lanjaron is famous in these parts
for its fruit, more especially for its oranges, which are magnificent and
abundant. On every side they gleam through the glossy foliage " like
golden lamps in a green night." They hang temptingly over every path,
and perfume every mountain breeze that sweeps down this happy valley.
And such oranges ! of noble size, with a rough crisp rind, and a flavour —
it might be too much to assert that he who has not tasted a Lanjaron
orange does not know what oranges are capable of, but it is not too much
to say that notions of that fruit founded on the orange of commerce are as
near the truth as an estimate of the virtues of champagne based on an
intimate acquaintance with the taste of ginger-beer. It is unnecessary to
add that at Lanjaron there are mineral waters, strongly recommended by
the faculty. A spot combining BO many attractions, with such scenery,
such a climate, such natural luxuries, and generally so admirably
adapted for idleness, must, by the inevitable law of nature, have some-
where in its vicinity springs possessed of restorative properties. Accord-
ingly science has discovered, and society at Granada and Malaga has
endorsed the fact, that the waters at Lanjaron are good for I know not
what class of disorders. Whatever their ailments may be, the sufferers
have that look of placid contentment which is observable in all mineral-
water patients, and breakfast and dine with the healthy appetite which
seems to be incidental to debility. In the morning they turn out and go
through the ceremony of drinking the waters with amazing gravity, and in
the evening they stroll on the Granada road, or lounge under the orange-
trees, and watch the sunset with that tranquil enjoyment of life which
belongs to a disorganized system and an entire immunity from all worldly
cares. Lanjaron, in- a word, is the simplest, cosiest, and most unso-
phisticated of little watering-places ; and, as the decline and fall of such
retreats is in most cases traceable to the ill-judged praise of some blun-
dering admirer, I would fain withdraw what I have said in its favour, and
entreat the reader not to believe a word of the foregoing description, but
rather to conceive of Lanjaron as of a place afflicted with a miserable
climate and monotonous scenery, where it rains nearly all day, where the
country is flat and rather marshy, where there is only one tree, and that
a blasted poplar, and no oranges at all, except a few on a stall at a corner
of the plaza, kept by an old lady from Clonakilty, who is always polishing
them with her apron. .
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The topography of the Alpujarras seems somewhat intricate at first
sight, but is in reality simple. The ridge of the Sierra Nevada runs east
a] id west, nearly parallel with the shore of the Mediterranean, and about
thirty miles distant from it. Half-way between the two there is a long
li'ie of valley running in the same direction, and separated from the sea
by a chain of sierras, of which the Sierra Lujar above mentioned is the
principal. Into this valley four or five minor valleys descend at right
angles from the crest of the Sierra Nevada, and it is in these that the
Jriest scenery of the Alpujarras is to be found. Lanjaron stands a little
above the mouth of the most westerly of these minor valleys, and from its
situation and creature comforts is admirably suited for head- quarters.
Its own valley is by no means the least beautiful of the group. For
miles above the village it is a steep, deep, narrow ravine, shaded by noble
chestnuts, and altogether of very much the same character as the valleys
on the Piedmontese side of the Alps ; but its head is a wild mountain
busin, with snow-streaked sides, enclosing a lonely tarn, the Laguna del
0 iballo, above which rise the summits of the Caballo and the Machos,
tvo of those peaks which cut so sharply against the sky in the mountain
visw from Granada.
But by far the finest and grandest scenery in the Sierra Nevada lies
at the head of the Poqueira valley, to the east of that of Lanjaron.
Aj preaching by the way of Orgiba, a legua larga," or a trifle under two
lef gues, from Lanjaron, a rugged mountain-path, fringed with aloes and
prickly pears, leads to the Barranco de Poqueira, where one of the love-
He >t bits of landscape in the whole district suddenly bursts on the view.
Ax impetuous stream tumbles in a series of cascades down a dark gorge,
ov< irfmng with trees, among which nestles a picturesque old mill. Beyond,
the green slopes rise one above the other, dotted with white villages, and
high up, springing from a wild chaos of precipices, the Picacho de la
Ye! eta towers above all with its black crags and dazzling snows, Mula-
ha< en, the loftiest of all the Sierra Nevada peaks, is not yet in sight, and
it is a tramp of some hours more up the valley before his burly form
172 THE KNAPSACK IN. SPAIN.
comes into view ; but the ascent, as well as that of the Yeleta, may be
easily made from Capilleria, the highest village in the valley.. But the
reader need not fear that I am about to inflict upon him the oft told tale
of a mountain ascent. There is, it must be confessed, a certain sameness
about narratives of that sort, and the incidents described are generally of
a kind more interesting to the actor than to the reader. Not, indeed,
that mountaineering in the Sierra Nevada affords many openings for
thrilling incidents. It would require considerable ingenuity to encounter
any of the avalanche or ice perils of the Alps. There is not a summit
in the range which may not be reached, in August or September at least,
without once setting foot on snow, and there is but one glacier, and that
the most harmless and unobtrusive of glaciers, lying in nobody's way
and endangering nobody's life with its crevasses, which, as Boissier has
observed, are to be measured by inches, not by feet. In fact, in spite of
its height, more than five hundred feet above that of the highest of the
Pyrenees, and its rank as a mountain of the first order, according to
Lavallee's classification of mountains,* the ascent of Mulahacen is an
undertaking not much more arduous than the ascent of Snowdon ; and
the Veleta, though steeper, is even easier. But the hardest morning's work
in the scrambling way would be well repaid by the view which either of
these summits commands. In the first place there is the Corral de la
Veleta, as the chasm is called which seems almost to open under the
climber's feet as he tops the highest crags. The first impression conveyed
is perhaps that of the crater of an extinct volcano, or of one of the cirques
of the Pyrenees, with its natural grimness intensified a hundredfold. But
such similitudes are far too mundane to be entirely satisfactory. The
spot is altogether too weird and mysterious to be connected with any
commonplace convulsion of nature. It seems rather to be the socket out
of which some frantic Titan has torn up a mighty peak by the roots. It is
a place where Dante might have made studies for the scenery of the Inferno,
where Faust and Mephistopheles might have held revelry with witches, or
* Professor Lavallee, in his Geographic Physique, draws the line which divides
the first order of mountains from the second at 3,500 metres, and Mulahacen is the
only mountain in Europe, except Alpine summits, that distinctly exceeds that height.
The Veleta, however, approaches it closely, and hy some measurements, passes it.
A good deal of confusion exists about the height of the Sierra Nevada chain. State-
ments are to he found ranging from 10,800 to 13,000 feet. Those of the Spanish
naturalist Rojas Clemente, who is to the Sierra Nevada very much what De Saussure
is to the Alps, and Ramon d to the Pyrenees ; and of Edinond Boissier, of Geneva,
are the most trustworthy. According to the latter, the height of Mulahacen is 11,701,
and of the Veleta, 11,432, English feet. Clcmente's measurements are a trifle higher,
but perhaps in a matter of this sort, some extra weight is to be attached to the
authority of a Swiss and an experienced Alpine explorer. As the limit of perpetual
snow in latitude 37 degrees is somewhere about 11,000 feet above the sea, it will be
seen that the snow-fields of the Sierra Nevada cannot be very extensive. Indeed in
the dog-day heats, the snow disappears entirely from the more exposed points of the
chain, remaining only in detached masses on the sides, as shown in the preceding
sketches.
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Frankenstein's monster sought a retreat. It is a vast pit more than two
thousand feet deep, and two or three miles across, sunk in the very heart
of the chain and walled in by the precipices of its three highest peaks,
Mulahacen on the south and the Alcazaba and Veleta on the east and west.
In form it is nearly circular, and its walls are sheer precipice all the way
round, with but one break, where, on the north, the little glaciers already
mentioned, fed by the snow which lies thick on the floor of the Corral, forces
its way down a narrow cleft and forms the source of the famous river
Gonil, a savage birthplace for those gentle waters which ripple past
Granada and gladden the orange -groves of the Vega. Following the
course of the deep gorge by which the stream descends, the eye rests
at length upon the terraced gardens of the Generalife, nine thousand
feet below, beyond which, over the ravine of the Darro, rise the massive
form and pyramid roof of the great tower of Comares, the belfry of the
Torre de la Vela and the red wails of the Alhambra, against a background
of dark green elms. Underneath lies the city of Granada, dwindled to a
span by the distance of twenty miles, but, in the clear Andalusian atmo-
sphere, showing like some capital in Fairyland ; and beyond and around
tho broad plain of the Vega spreads itself out like a carpet of green and
gold, with a fringe of soft purple haze where it stretches up to the feet of
the distant Jaen mountains. To the west the rugged sierras that form
the continuation of the Sierra Nevada on to the Straits of Gibraltar and the
shores of the Atlantic rise one above the other in wild confusion, like a sea
of mountains sorely troubled ; some of them almost nameless, some famed
in song and story. Alhama of the ballads lies at the foot of the sharp
blue cone in the middle distance, and under that jagged crest far away is
the Rio Verde, Percy's " Gentle River," where Alonzo de Aguilar* fell by
the hand of the Moor El Feri. Beneath, on the other side, is the Alpu-
jarras, from mountain top to sea a labyrinth of ridges and ravines, and
beyond it the blue expanse of the Mediterranean from the Straits to the
Cabo de Gata : vast but still not boundless, for on its upper rim, in the
clear morning, there seems to rest a faint light cloud of unchanging form,
and the eye travels through a hundred and forty miles of space across to
the mountains of Morocco.
Such are the main features of the prospect from either Mulahacen or
the Veleta. That from the Veleta is perhaps rather the finer of the two,
for the vast precipices of Mulahacen overhanging the Corral and the massive
form of the mountain itself make it one of the most striking objects in the
view from the other peak. In the matter of accommodation for a large
party there is not much choice between the rival summits. Each is a
sharp pinnacle of mica schist, and the little space that nature has left for
* There is, to be sure, some question as to the precise site of the battle in which
Alon/,o was killed. One of the ballads on the subject in the Guerras Civiles de
Granada, places it distinctly in the Sierra Nevada proper, and furthermore states that
his body was carried to " Oxicar la Nombrada," — which, by the way, Lockhart
translates " woody Oxicar." Oxicar is, of course, the old spelling for Ujijar, a village
in the Alpujarras, six or seven leagues east of Orgiba,
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THE KNAPSACK IN SPAIN.
lounging on is in each case diminished by an impertinent structure, built,
I believe, by certain engineers, who might have been better employed than
in putting finishing touches to these grand old mountains. The
accompanying sketch shows the top of Mulahacen and the two men highest
in position in Spain at the moment. The deep valley of Trevelez to the
east of Mulahacen, though not so grand or beautiful as that of Poqueira, is
worth a glance, and by it the traveller may descend and decide on the spot
the vexed question touching the superiority of its hams over those of
Capilleria, its rival in the art of bacon-making — a much disputed point here.
-
Among the manufactures of Spain her bacon will always take a high rank
in the estimation of persons of taste, and among Spanish bacons that of
the Alpujarras holds a proud position. More especially the hams. They
yield to none in the Peninsula, not even to the famous hams of Montanches,
for juiciness, softness, and flavour, and served any way, — boiled, broiled,
with tomato sauce after the fashion of the country, or even raw, — there is a
subtlety about them that would sap the faith of a Eabbi. The social
position of the pig in these mountain villages has perhaps something
to do with the quality of his remains when they become an article of
food. In the hamlets of the Alpujarras he takes a place in society which
is not conceded to him anywhere else, not even in Ireland. In early
youth he is the playmate of the children and is treated with that affection
which elsewhere is lavished on the kitten and the puppy, and grown up he
seems to live free, independent, and generally respected. There is no
vulgarity attached to the idea of pig in these valleys. Even the process
of converting bim into bacon has a touch of elegance and refinement
about it : snow, sugar, and the smoke of aromatic shrubs, being the chief
THE KNAPSACK IN SPAIN. 175
preservatives employed. And then what poetry there is in the titles
bestowed upon the product : — " los janiones dulces de las Alpujarras," or,
as they are sometimes called, " the sweet hams of Trevelez." Moore
might have sung them without any debasement of his muse, for, indeed,
there's not in this wide world a bacon so sweet as they make of the Sierra
Nevada pig's meat, and the last sense of taste from the palate is gone,
when it ceases to relish that juicy jamon. Here, however, they are
rather to be mentioned as a valuable element in the commissariat of
the pedestrian. With a wedge of sweet ham, a few hard eggs, half-a-dozen
Lanjaron oranges, and a bota of Val-de-pefias, he may consider himself
free of the country, and wander where he pleases, independent of the
posadas, which partake largely of the primitiveness that pervades all things
in this district. Not that the Alpujarras when it chooses cannot shake off
its rustic simplicity. I reached one of these little mountain villages on the
evening of a fete, and as there was to be a " gran baile " in the plaza, I
made sure of seeing in such a spot, if anywhere, the national dances and
costumes in full- perfection. What I did see was a party of ladies and
gentlemen in muslin and tail coats polking and waltzing to the genteelest
tunes. Once, it is true, there was a fandango, but it was evidently looked
upon by the majority as vulgar and behind the age. I remarked it, perhaps,
the more, as at the time I was travelling laden with some pounds weight
of copper coin, because in the whole town of Orgiba, the capital of the
Alpujarras, there was not enough silver to make up the change of an
Isabelino (the Spanish sovereign) ; and but for the lucky discovery that
there was a dollar to be seen at the cigar-shop round the corner, I should
have had a still heavier load to carry. From the eagerness with which the
offer to take the dollar off his hands, at par, was accepted by the proprietor,
I am inclined to believe that it had been on view for some time as a
curiosity, and that the novelty had at last worn off.
Still, primitive and rude as the Alpujarras posadas are, they are not,
after all, as I have already said, so very much rougher than the quarters
pedestrians have often to be content with elsewhere, and are for the most
jart -cleaner. The* Spaniards, those of the south at any rate, are in the
main a cleanly people, with an oriental affection for whitewash and fair
men ; and if insect life runs riot in their houses it is not so much a fault
of theirs as of the climate they live in. If, however, the traveller objects to
posada lodging on these and other grounds, the remedy is in his own
1 lands. Under these glorious skies camping out on the mountain side is
i luxury, and sounder sleep may be had on a bed of brushwood than
1 etween the sheets of civilization. The brigand bugbear he may treat
\ery lightly; and in fact what should robbers do on mountains where no
living thing is to be seen, except vultures and an occasional manzanilla-
gxtherer, or shepherd with his dogs and flock? The wolves I am
inclined to believe in, because of the size of the dogs and the spiked
c >llars they wear, but the evidence in favour of the existence of human
r< 'bbers is not satisfactory.
170 THE KNAPSACK IN SPAIN.
From the bottom of the Trevelez valley he may, if so inclined, reach
Granada by the way of Ujijar, and the mountain track across to Guadix ;
but the eastern side of the Alpujarras is comparatively bare and unin-
teresting. The cream of the district, in fact, lies between Durcal and
the Trevelez valley. A far finer path by which to take leave of the
'Alpujarras is that over the Col de la Veleta, the depression in the ridge
on the west of the Picacho, which may be reached from either Lanjaron or
Capilleria. There, from the top of the pass almost until he reaches it, he
has Granada full in view as he descends the mountain. On this walk, for
the first and only time, I found the inconvenience of carrying a knapsack
in Spain. It would not have mattered in Switzerland or the Pyrenees,
where people are used to it — nay, rather like it; but to appear in
mountain trim on the Alameda of Granada, up which my road inevitably
lay, just at that period of the evening when the full flood-tide of fashion
swept to and fro in all its pride beneath the branching elms, seemed to be,
in a land that knows not knapsacks, a measure somewhat too strong.
Perhaps it was the thought was weak. At any rate I sat down to wait till
it was dusk, and waiting till it was dusk, slept till it was dark, and
resumed the march on Granada with no clearer notion of the way than
that, as Granada lay low, stumbling downhill was more likely to be right
than stumbling up. I came upon a house at last, but it was a house with
a dog. When Byron says, — " 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest
bark," it is to be presumed he means a watch-dog secured by a stout
chain and collar. Because, if the night is dark and the dog is loose, and
his honest bark may at any moment be followed by his, no doubt, equally
honest bite, the sound the poet speaks of is not a sweet one. So I felt,
at least until the owner of the dog, somewhere out of the darkness, called
him to order, and then informed me that Granada was only a legua y
media further on. I had been hugging the belief that it was only half
a league. I got into Granada at last, just as the town was shutting up for
the night ; but the example is worth something as showing as forcibly as
The Universal Spelling-Book could, the evils of loitering, and especially
what a mistake it is to loiter in Spain, where distances, no matter how
measured, are always deceptive.
The tourist who has been through the Alpujarras, and up and down
the Sierra, need not, however, consign his knapsack to his portmanteau on
his return to Granada, for further west there are fresh fields and pastures
new for the pedestrian.
177
DURING the year which has elapsed since we noticed the position of affairs
with regard to the introduction of breech-loading rifles for military service,*
considerable progress has been made by England, as by most other
nations ; and the subject has reached a stage at which it will be inte-
resting again to review what has been done, and to note the development
which the subject has now attained.
It will be within the recollection of readers of this Magazine that as
far back as 1864, a committee of officers 'appointed by the War Office,
oi' which General Russell was president, reported that it would be desirable
to arm the whole of the British infantry with breech-loading rifles. The
inquiry to which this recommendation gave rise branched off into two
distinct and perfectly independent parts. One, the conversion of the
existing arms ; the other, the determination of the best pattern of breech-
loader for future manufacture. With the history and the issue of the first
branch of the inquiry people are now pretty well familiar. It resulted
in the adoption in the spring of 1866 of the Snider system of conver-
sion, with a coiled brass cartridge designed by Colonel Boxer.
We should not care to recall the ignorant and unjust clamour which
was raised on the introduction of this arm and ammunition, the alarming
prophecies of failure, and the manner in which the slightest and most
UL important difficulties were magnified into grave defects, condemnatory
of the system, — were it not that it would be impossible otherwise to do
justice to one of the most satisfactory features of the year's progress, viz.
tho complete success which has attended the introduction of the Snider
sy stem ; and the confidence with which the arm and ammunition are now
regarded by the whole army.
It reflects the greatest credit upon all concerned that, in spite of a
tolerably vigorous opposition, the conversion of the Enfield rifles has been
persevered with at a rate which has given us at least 200.000 of the arms
and nearly 30,000,000 rounds of the ammunition in less man a year from
th( date of commencing manufacture ; — that notwithstanding the enormous
pressure requisite to produce these results ; notwithstanding the novelty
and intricacy of many of the processes of manufacture ; notwithstanding
the slight causes upon which failures or accidents depend ; notwithstanding
the issue of the arms in many instances (as in Canada and Ireland) to
men entirely uninstructed in their use, — no failure whatever has taken
* Cornhitt Magazine, September, 1866.
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BREECH-LOADING RIFLES.
place, and not a single "accident of any consequence has had to lie
recorded.*
Of the slight changes which experience has recommended in the arm
and ammunition, it will be sufficient to say, first, that except in the case
of about two million rounds of the first pattern of cartridge, the base of
which proved too weak, the introduction of the different changes has not
involved the surpersession of preceding patterns ; and, second, that these
changes, in addition to the increase of efficiency which they have
respectively effected, have almost invariably tended also to decrease
the cost of production. Thus, iron has been substituted for brass for
the base of the cartridge ; the quantity of brass in the cartridge-case has
been diminished ; the weight of the bullet has been reduced ; the con-
struction of the anvil has been improved.
The following sketch of the latest approved construction of cartridges,
will form a companion to that whicji we gave last year of the £rst pattern
of ammunition : —
BOXER AMMUNITION FOR SNIDER RITLE.
Blank Cartridge.— Pattern II.
a Iron Disc.
b Papier Mache Wad.
c Brass Cup.
d Brass Coiled Case (1$ turn), not covered
by paper, but lined with a paper bag
containing the charge of powder.
e Pellet of Compressed Powder.
/ Wool.
g Brass-shouldered Anvil.
h Percussion Cap.
Ball Cartridge.— Pattern V.
a Iron Disc.
b Papier Mache Wad.
c Brass Cup.
c' Percussion Cap.
d Inner Brass Cup.
e Braes Coil (1£ turn), with covering of
Brown Paper.
/ Bullet, Pure Lead, Weight 480 grains.
g Baked Clay Plug.
h Wood Plug.
i CottonWool.
1c Brass-shouldered Anvil.
The changes in the arm have consisted mainly in an alteration of the
depth of the recess for Lhe 'cartridge-bore, in a slight alteration in the
form of extractor, with a view to facilitating extraction, and in the recess-
* The first pattern of cartridge, with the Potet base, was found to be unreliable,
and one or two breech blocks were blown open in Canada, to which station the bulk
of the ammunition of this pattern had been sent. But the defect had been noticed
and corrected before these mishaps occurred, although too late to admit of strengthened
cartridges being supplied to Canada, on account of the communications having become
closed by the ice. In the spring of this year the unsafe ammunition was recalled ;
and it is improbable that a single round of it exists, except in the form of blank
cartridges, into which it was converted on its return to this country.
BEEECH-LOADING RIFLES. 179
ing of the face of the hammer, so as to render the blowing open of the
breech-block, in the event of the accidental employment of a defective
cartridge, more unlikely.
The endurance of these rifles has been exhibited in an extraordinary
degree during the past year. There are in existence arms which have
fired as many as 80,000 rounds, and which to all appearance are as good
as the day when they were first issued. The rate of fire, thanks to the
facilities of loading and extraction which the present pattern of cartridge
affords, has proved even higher than was anticipated, and as many ag
eighteen, nineteen, and even twenty rounds have been fired from a Snider
:ifle in a minute ; and with very little practice, a good marksman can
:mstain for several minutes a rate of fire of from ten to twelve shots per
:ninute, getting at least 90 per cent, of the shots " on " the target. The
performances of the Snider at Wimbledon this year, where it has obtained
first or second place in nearly every one of the breech-loading competi-
lions, have gone far to establish its character in the eyes of the public.
These results have not escaped the notice of our neighbours, and the
i rms, or close imitations of them, and the ammunition, have been adopted
ia several foreign countries.
Here we may be well content to leave the question of conversion ; and
i i might seem also as though any necessity for further search after an
efficient breech-loader were unnecessary, with so satisfactory a system
r3ady to our hands. But with all their endurance, the Snider rifles will
not last for ever, and, meanwhile, owing to the suspension of manufacture
of new arms for the past two or three years, we are practically without
a ay reserve store of rifles. It is important, therefore, that the resumption
o f manufacture should be no longer delayed ; and with this view the
second branch of the inquiry, the determination of the best pattern of arm
for future manufacture, has been entered upon during the past year.
This inquiry need not necessarily result in the supersession of the
S aider rifle. It merely amounts to this, that before recommencing manu-
ii cture, we wish to know whether the Snider system is the best, or whether
wa can improve upon it. If a better system can be found, we shall- adopt
it ; but not otherwise. And although the probability of course is that
sc me better arm will be found, we are satisfied that competitors have a
hi xder task before them than they may be inclined to imagine.
On the 22nd October, 1866, an advertisement was issued from the
Ti'ar Office, " to gunmakers and others," inviting proposals " for breech-
loiding rifles, either repeating or not repeating, which may replace the
piesent service rifles in future manufacture." Certain conditions with
re ^ard to the maximum weight and length, and the minimum rate of fire,
accuracy, penetration, &c., were laid down as requisite for a military arm,
th 3 Snider naval rifle (which is rather a better shooting arm than the long
Enfield), measured by its average, or rather below its average perform -
acses, being taken as a standard. But the calibre, twist, form of groove,
&c . were, very wisely as we think, left optional. Generally, the aim was
180 BKEECH-LOADING RIFLES.
required to be " as little liable to injury by long- continued firing, rough
usage, and exposure, as the naval rifles converted on the Snider system.
To be as capable also of being used without accident by imperfectly-
trained men, and of being manufactured in quantities and of uniform
quality." The ammunition was also required to fulfil certain general
conditions : to be " as little liable to injury by rough usage, damp, and
exposure in all climates as the Boxer cartridge for Snider's converted
Enfield rifle ; also as little liable to accidental explosion as the same
cartridge, and as capable of being manufactured in large quantities and of
uniform quality."
For the arm which, on consideration of all the qualities, is considered
to be the best submitted, the Secretary of State offered a reward of 1,OOOZ.,
and a second prize of 600£. for the arm which, while attaining a satisfac-
tory degree of excellence in other particulars, is selected for merit in
respect to breech mechanism.
For the best cartridge, looking less to the shooting qualities (which
depend largely upon the rifling of the arm, and indeed more altogether
upon the bullet than upon the cartridge) than to economy of manufacture,
power of sustaining rough usage, freedom from deterioration in various
climates, and general serviceability, a prize of 400/. was offered. For the
best magazine or repeating arm a prize of 30(K. was offered.
The allotment of these prizes, however, by no means necessitates the
adoption for the service of the prize arm or cartridge. The rewards will
be given to the best arms and cartridge, whether adopted or not, for
obviously the best of the lot submitted might be inferior to the present
sendee breech-loaders and cartridge, and in this case, of course, their
adoption could not be entertained. On the other hand, the rewards are
irrespective of any reward which may be given to the inventor of the arm
finally adopted, if any one of the arms submitted should be deemed worthy
of this distinction.
Finally, and as a sort of additional stimulus, if the rifle which wins the
first prize be also adopted into the service, the name of the inventor will
be officially associated with it.
All the arms and ammunition were required to be submitted on or
before the 80th March, 1867.
To consider the competing arms, a special committee was appointed,
consisting of Lieutenant- Colonel Fletcher, Scots Fusilier Guards ; Earl
Spencer (President of the National Rifle Association) ; Captain Rawlins,
48th Regiment ; Captain Mackinnon, 87th Depot ; and Mr. Edward Ross,
the well-known rifle shot.
To the constitution of this committee the only exception which can
be taken is that it includes no naval member ; and as the choice of a
naval as well as of a military arm will devolve upon the committee, it
would perhaps have been well to have appointed a naval officer to assist
in the selection.
But from every other point of view the committee was well chosen.
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The predominance of military members ensures the special character of the
service for which the new arm is required not being overlooked, while the
names of Lord Spencer and "Ned " Ross will carry considerable weight
with volunteers ; and it will be difficult for the most acrimonious of inventors
to persuade the public that the committee is otherwise than perfectly inde-
pendent and unbiassed.
The committee commenced their labours in the first week in April,
when 112 arms (including some late admissions) were submitted for their
consideration.
We shall be doing no injustice to individual competitors if we express
an opinion that the majority of these arms were quite unworthy of the
occasion. An inspection of some of the weapons will explain, perhaps, in
some degree, how the Snider rifle came to be so much abused. Men who are
capable of designing and of gravely submitting some of the systems which
came before Colonel Fletcher's committee must clearly have such entirely
erroneous notions respecting the requirements of the military service, or
indeed of any service whatever, that it is scarcely surprising if they do not
know a good system when they see it. It might be deemed, for example,
a fundamental requirement of any fire-arm that it should be capable of
being fired ; but we believe that more than one of the inventors declined
point-blank to have anything to do with this part of the competition. One
gentleman is said to have been willing to undertake the risk of firing one
shot — but one only — from his own arm ; and another inventor was actually
" hoist with his own petard," a serious breech explosion having occurred,
to the injury of his face, while he was firing his gun. Another arm which
failed at 500 yards in the hands of a certificated " marksman " to strike a
target twenty-four foot square once in eight shots, can hardly be con-
sidered a hopeful specimen.
It is to be regretted that not a single repeating or magazine arm was
Hubmitted, but we trust that before the trial is concluded some rifles of this
class — a class which as yet has received very much less attention than it
merits — may come before the committee. For the present, however, the
competition is limited to simple breech-loaders.
The report of the committee has not been made public, and as we do not
pretend to any special cognizance of their proceedings we can only give the
results of the inquiry thus far, in veiy general terms. A distinct stage of
the inquiry has now been reached, and by the rejection of such arms as did
i ot comply with the conditions, in the first place, and the further rejection
( f those arms which, although eligible to compete for the prize appeared
to the committee unsatisfactory in their working or construction, the prize
competition has been narrowed into sufficient defined limits, on which it
may be of interest for the moment to concentrate our attention.
The first duty of the committee was of course to separate the arms
•which strictly fulfilled the conditions of the advertisement from those which
fidled to fulfil those conditions. The number of disqualified arms was no
loss than 74 out of the 112. Some of the arms thus thrown out of the
182 BREECH-LOADING RIFLES.
prize competition were too long, some were too short, others were submitted
too late.
Two classes of arms were thus established, which we may distinguish
as follows : Class A, arms eligible for the prize competition ; Class B, arms
ineligible for the prize competition, but qualified for consideration on their
merits for adoption into the service .
The whole of the arms except such as were obviously worthless, unsafe,
or which bore no proof-mark, were fired, twenty rounds from each. In
this way the committee were able to form a better opinion as to the
probable practical value of the amis than they could have derived from a
mere inspection of them ; and in this way they were able to make a further
subdivision of the classes, skimming the cream off each class, as it were,
by separating those arms which they deemed worthy of further considera-
tion from those which they deemed unworthy of further consideration.
There thus remain two classes of arms for further trial, the original
classes A and B, that is to say, considerably attenuated, and including each
only those arms which appear to possess features of merit. The next step
is to select the prize arms, i. e. the best of the arms remaining in Class A ;
and pending this portion of the inquiry all further trial of Class B will be
suspended. Indeed, if there should appear to be good stuff in the prize
arms, it may be unnecessary to proceed any further with Class B. On the
other hand, Class A may prove to be far below the standard required ; in
which case it will be necessary, to fall back on Class B, which may contain
the better arm. But on this point nothing definite is laid down ; and we
doubt if the committee themselves could say before they have selected the
prize arm what course they will hereafter adopt.
It is sufficient for our present purpose that certain breech-loaders
have by the labours of the committee been brought to the surface of the
competition, viz. those of the expurgated Class A; and that considerable
interest attaches to this batch of arms from the fact that it contains
inevitably the prize winner, and possibly the future breech-loader of the
British soldier.
1 The selected arms are nine in number, viz. Albini and Braendlin,
Burton (two systems), Fosbery, Henry, Joslyn, Peabody, Martini and
Remington. The competition is now suspended for four months to enable
each of the accepted competitors to furnish six of his rifles and 6,000
rounds of ammunition for further and exhaustive trial.
The Albini and Braendlin is a small-bore (-462") rifle, on the breech-
block system. The block is hinged upon the rear end of the barrel, and
opens forward over the barrel by means of a handle, which is fixed on' to
the right side of the block. The cartridge is then introduced and the
breech-block closed. The block is secured in the act of firing by a bolt
worked by the hammer, which, as the hammer descends, passes forward
into the breech-block, completely locking it. This bolt performs also
another function. Through it the blow is transmitted to a piston, which
passes down the axis of the breech-block to the base of the central-fire
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cartridge, which is thus exploded. The extractor operates on both
siles of the barrel by the action of opening the breech. The cartridge
m;ed by Messrs. Albini and Braendlin were Boxer (small-bore) cartridges.
ALBINI AND BRAEXDLIN RIFLE.
In the course of the trials the rifle gave a fair degree of accuracy, and
twelve shots were fired for rapidity in one minute one second. The Albini
system, with the Boxer cartridge, has been adopted by the Belgian
Government for their conversions.
N RIFLE, No. 1.
The Burton Eifle, No. 1, is a large- bore (-577 ), on the breech-block
systc m. The block is hinged forward, and works downwards by means of
a levar in front of the trigger-guard. A central-fire piston passes through
the 1 reech-block, but its return is independent of a spring, being effected
by tl e action of opening the breech; the same action also operating to
extra 3tthe cartridge-case. The ammunition used was Boxer (service pattern).
The accuracy was fairly good, and twelve rounds were fired in fifty- seven
secords.
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BURTON RIFLE, No. 2.
The Burton Rifle, No. 2, is a large-bore (-577"), on the plunger
system, i.e. similar in the general arrangement of closing the breech to the
Prussian needle-gun. The locking of the plunger is effected by means of
a small projecting boss on its upper side, which, on the plunger being
pushed forward by means of a lever-handle provided for the purpose,
passes through a slot in the back part of the shoe, and is then turned to
the right, preventing the plunger from being withdrawn until the boss is
once more brought opposite to the slot.
There is this material difference between the Burton rifle and the
needle-gun, that the former is adapted for an altogether different kind of
cartridge, and in this respect embodies an altogether different principle.
While the needle-gun is adapted to fire a " self- consuming " thin paper
cartridge, the gas escape being taken by the arm, Mr. Burton uses a Boxer
cartridge, which has to be withdrawn after firing, the cartridge-c&se taking
the escape. The case is withdrawn by the withdrawal of the plunger, the
end of which is furnished with an extractor. The accuracy was very
fair ; and for rapidity Mr. Burton fires twelve shots in one minute two
seconds.
FOSBEET RIFLE.
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The Fosbery Eifle is a large-bore ('568"), on the breech-block system.
The block is hinged forward, and turns over the barrel. It is not opened,
however, as in the Albini rifle, by raising a handle, but by drawing back a
handle fixed to a slide on the right side of the arm below the breech-block.
The movement of this handle and slide is parallel to the axis of the barrel,
aid takes effect simultaneously at two points : an incline, or wedge at
the end of the slide starts the block from its position, and the handle
acting on a curved lever attached to the block completes the motion,
tin-owing it rapidly open, and setting the extractor in action at the same
time. The breech-block is locked on its return, as in the Albini gun, by
a bolt, the bolt being acted upon, however, by the tumbler itself, and not
by the hammer, which is, indeed, not a striker at all, but a means merely
of cocking the arm. The blow is transmitted from the locking-bolt to the
cartridge by means of a piston passing through the axis of the breech-
block. The ammunition used was the Boxer (service pattern) ; accuracy,
satisfactory ; rapidity twelve shots in fifty seconds.
HENRY KIFLE.
The Henry Rifle is a small-bore ('455"), very similar in its principle of
breech-action to the well-known Sharp's carbine. The breech is closed by
a sliding vertical breech-block, which is depressed for the admission of the
cartridge by a lever underneath the trigger-guard. The piston passes
diagonally downwards through the breech-block and is struck by the
hammer. The extractor is worked by the withdrawal of the breech-block.
This rifle won the 100L prize of the National Rifle Association in 1865 ;
but our experience of breech-loaders and their capabilities and requirements
has largely increased since that time, and this fact is perhaps scarcely worth
montioning.
The Boxer (small-bore) cartridge was used, giving good accuracy, and
a rapidity of fire of twelve shots in fifty-seven seconds.
The barrel of the Jostyn Rifle is closed at the breech end by a small
cover, which is hinged upon the left side of the barrel, and closes over it,
being secured by a side-spring. The extractor is independent of any
spring, being worked by a cam thread. The calibre is '5", and the rifle is
adapted for a central-fire copper cartridge, with which a fair degree of
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accuracy and a rapidity of twelve shots in forty- seven seconds were
attained. The rifle has performed satisfactorily this year at Wimbledon.
PEABODY RIFLE.
The Pealody Rifle is a small-bore ('5"). The stock, as in most American
breech-loaders, is divided, a breech-frame connecting the barrel and the
stock. The trigger-guard forms a lever, by the operation of which the fore-
part of the breech-block, which is hinged behind, is depressed to an extent
sufficient to open the back end of the barrel and to admit of the introduc-
tion of the cartridge. In order to avoid depressing this block more than
is absolutely necessary, and to facilitate the introduction of the cartridge,
the upper surface of the block is grooved, and down this groove the cartridge
travels. The extractor consists of a lever worked by the action of the
breech-block, and the cartridge-case is jerked out clear on opening the arm.
A copper rim-fire cartridge was used with no very great degree of accuracy,
and with a rapidity of twelve rounds in one minute and three seconds
(including three miss-fires).
The Martini Rifle is a small-bore ('433"), and resembles the Peabody,
except in the substitution of a spiral spring and piston for the ordinary lock.
Also, the lever is independent of and behind the trigger- guard. The action
of opening the block cocks the rifle, in addition to throwing out the empty
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ca:*tridge-case. A copper rim-fire cartridge was fired from the arm ; but
thd bullet or the rifling were evidently ill-adjusted, for the accuracy was
extremely bad ; the rapidity (including two cartridges which struck slightly)
was twelve rounds in forty-eight seconds.
REMINGTON RIFLE.
The Remington rifle is a small-bore ('5"), having the breech end of the
ban el closed by a back door or shutter which works on a transverse pivot
behind and below the barrel. The shutter is secured by the action of the
lock. The stock is on the American system. The arm was fired with
Box ->r (small-bore) cartridge, and gave a moderate degree of accuracy with
a ra )idity of twelve rounds in fifty seconds. This arm has been largely
tried in America, France, and Austria.
'. "he rapidity of fire of all these arms was, comparatively speaking, low,
havi ig in no instance attained a rate above 12 rounds in forty-seven
seconds (Joslyn), or between fifteen and sixteen rounds a minute, whsreas
the Snider rifle, as we have mentioned, has fired as many as from eighteen
to twenty rounds per minute. But the rates of fire attained by these
trials afford in reality but little test of the capabilities of the arms,
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which were fired generally by the inventors, who were nervous, or by
men unpractised in their use. Some of them no doubt would be
capable under more favourable circumstances of attaining a rate of
twenty-two or twenty-three rounds or even more rounds per minute.
On the trials for accuracy even less reliance is to be placed ; and the
question of the precision of an arm being altogether independent of its
breech-loading qualities, there is no reason why in this respect the whole
of the arms should not be placed on an equality, and be made, by the
adoption of the most favourable combination of calibre, twist, number of
grooves, weight and dimension of bullet, to shoot as accurately as may be
desired. What we are more concerned with is the breech action, — its
safety, rapidity, simplicity, and non-liability to get out of order from damp,
rough usage, or long-continued use. In these respects, if we may venture
to express an opinion without an exhaustive trial of the arms, we must
award the palm to the Martini and Peabody guns, with a preference for
the former on account of the suppression of the lock. These guns are rim-
fire guns, it is true, and we should prefer the employment of a coiled brass
to a solid copper cartridge for reasons which we shall presently explain.
The relations of charge, calibre, weight and size of bullets too, are far
from what is desired ; but these features being all separable from the
principle of the breech-action, admit of reformation ; and the principle of
the breech-action of the arms appears to us as sound, simple, and good as
any which has yet come under our notice.
In connection with breech-loaders generally, much useful information
has been acquired in the course of the consideration which the subject has
received during the past year. Ideas have during this period shaken
down, and become consolidated. We have now a far more just apprehen-
sion of the salient and necessary features of the subject than we had a year
ago, and are better able to distinguish its good from its evil. We have
learnt to abandon many of the old fallacies, and we are more prompt to
receive new truths. Among other things, for example, we have learnt not
to shrink from the development of a high rate of fire, because of any foolish
fancies about an excessive expenditure of ammunition. We have accepted
the not very marvellous fact that one shot with a breech-loader is equal to
one shot with a muzzle-loader, and that, with breech as with muzzle
loaders, the expenditure of ammunition is a question merely of the circum-
stances of its delivery — a question, after all, that is to say, merely of the
soldier's training and coolness ; and these qualifications, for various
reasons, ought to be found in a greater degree among troops armed with
breech-loaders than among those armed with muzzle-loaders.
And when we have got thus far we have learnt the alphabet of the
subject, and can, without much difficulty, spell out its simpler lessons.
Then we are in a position to appreciate fully the advantages of breech-
loading, what it does for us in respect of enabling us to produce equal
effects in a less time, or in the same time with fewer men — and from both
points of view, with less exposure. And when we are striving after great
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rapidity of fire, we may be sure we are on the right track. It is in that
direction that the pith and full merit of breech-loading lie. The quick
breech-loader is, cceteris paribus, superior to the slow breech-loader, as the
nt edle-gun was superior to the Austrian musket ; and when we grasp this fact
wo know better what to look for. In this way we make, too, havoc of the
great bugbear of precision. A breech-loader is not a contrivance specially
for giving accurate shooting, but for giving rapid shooting. We may get,
arid we ought to get, out of our breech-loader such precision as may
be deemed requisite for military service, and there is, priina facie, no
reason why that should not be as great as is attainable even with a good
match-rifle. But what we do hope people are beginning to realize by
this time is, that the success or failure of a breech-loader, as a breech-
louder, is not to be measured by its accuracy, but, speaking broadly, by its
rapidity of fire. What we are now in search of is a safe, simple, rapid
breech-action. We may assume that we have the requisite accuracy in an
Enfield, or, if you will, in a Whitworth rifle, and it is no difficult task to
tack this accuracy on to the best breech-action.
Then, we think we can perceive indications of sounder notions
respecting the intimate relations which exist between the cartridge and
tlii) gun. As much indeed depends, so far as the loading at the breech
is concerned, upon the one as upon the other. There are two great sub-
divisions of breech-loading systems : — That which we may call the needle-
gun system, in which the gas check, or obturation, is effected by the gun,
and that in which it is effected by the cartridge. The former system is
now generally admitted to be inferior to the latter, not only because the
principle of requiring a reliable and endurable mechanical fit at the breech
is less sound and less reliable in practice than the principle of employing,
so to express it, a fresh breech at each discharge ; but because, as
has been amply demonstrated in the course of the present competition,
th(se needle-guns uniformly exhibit a liability to leave behind in the
chu-mber after firing some portion of the cartridge, causing delay, if not
danger, in reloading, and this defect we believe to be inherent to the
system. It is noticeable in connection with this subject that of the arms
selected by the committee to compete for the prize, not one is on the
seK-consummg cartridge system. This clears the ground considerably,
and simplifies the conditions of the inquiry to a great extent. The con-
trh ances for closing the breech are infinite and must always remain so,
and the superiority of one system to another, as far as the breech-action
is concerned, will be influenced mainly by mechanical considerations ;
but the possible 'varieties of cartridge, on which so much depends, are not
so numerous. The contest in reality lies between papier-mache cartridges
on the one hand and metallic cartridges on the other. The former we
hold, on grounds of general serviceability, to be largely inferior to the
latter for military use, if not absolutely inadmissible ; and this opinion
wil-l now, we believe, be generally accepted as correct. By this process
of elimination we narrow the cartridge question still further. If we
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assume a metallic cartridge to be indispensable for military service, the
problem remains of the selection of the strongest, lightest, most endurable
and cheapest metal, and its disposition in the manner which presents at
once the maximum strength and the minimum difficulty in manufacture.
Thin sheet brass disposed in a coil appears to us to fulfil these conditions
better than any other known application of metal. By coiling the metal the
requisite elasticity is obtained, without the disadvantages which generally
belong to a highly elastic material. The stretch is effected by the
uncoiling instead of by the stretching of the metal, and a given thickness,
or we should say thinness, of metal can in this way be made to effect
more than if it be applied in any other way. What we want is, not a
cartridge strong enough to take the whole strain, but one which, while
easy to load and extract, adapts itself on the explosion to the sides of the
chamber, invoking their assistance, and effectually closing all escape by
immediately lining the chamber tightly — as tightly as molten metal poured
into a mould. If these considerations and the others which apply to the
requirements of a military cartridge, especially the important considera-
tions of expense and weight, be borne in mind, we think that of the two
great rivals, solid copper and coiled sheet brass, the coiled brass will
be generally admitted to be superior.
With regard to rim-fire as opposed to central-fire cartridges, it can
hardly now be doubted that the balance of advantages inclines largely
to the side of the latter. Not only does the rim-fire system deprive the
base of the cartridge of the internal support and defence of the paper wad,
but it throws upon the part thus weakened and already weak a great
additional strain by the explosion within it of a quantity of fulminate.
Central fire is no doubt more expensive, but the details of the system
admit, we believe, of considerable simplification.
Finally, .in the course of the present inquiry it has been clearly
established that small-bores, on account of the length of the cartridges,
admit of a less rapid rate of fire than large-bores. But if it should be
thought desirable for purposes of accuracy to adopt a small-bore, there
seems no reason why the diameter of the chamber of the gun and of the
cartridge should not be enlarged, permitting of a corresponding reduction
in the length of the latter. In connection with the subject of small-bores
it should not be lost sight of, that with equal charges the initial strain is
in these arms necessarily more intense than in those of larger calibre, and
this necessity entails the employment ' of a stronger cartridge and breech-
action, and renders the problem of the production of a good breech-
loading system somewhat less easy of attainment.
These points will no doubt all be fully weighed by Colonel Fletcher's
committee ; but it is well that the public should understand upon what
considerations the selection of an efficient military breech-loader mainly
hinges.
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there are " toast and sentiment manuals" for the present gene-
r ition, an old custom which has passed out of the regions of common
life must be presumed to have life in it yet, and go much further
than the personal " healths " which give rise to such eloquent assaults on
varacity at public and private banquets. In origin, the custom was
porely religious, just as the stage was. Both were of the province of
the priest ; and neither was at all found fault with till the management of
e;ich fell into secular hands. Then " healths " became profane, and the
si age worldly.
Observers of popular customs cannot have failed to remark a little
cc remony which often occurs when members of the lower orders are about
to quaff from the foaming pewter. He who holds the full tankard pours
a slight portion of it on to the ground before he drinks. He knows not
v; ly and cares not wherefore ; but he is really doing what his pagan
arcestors did at a very remote period — offering a libation to Mother
Eirth; selecting her by way of honour; drinking, as it were, "to her
health."
It is curious to see how this custom spread away out of Paganism into
countries of other faiths. Thus, the Mingrelian Christians, as late at
least as the beginning of this century — and perhaps they do so even now
— observed this custom of libation. With them it formed at once a grace
and a " health." Before sitting down to table, they took up the first cup
of wine poured out for them, called on the name of the Lord, and drink-
ing to each other's health, sprinkled part of the liquor upon the floor, as
th-> Romans used to sprinkle their liquor jn the earliest days. Originally,
this custom at banquets was in honour of the Lares or household gods.
Tie wine was sprinkled on the floor or table before the entrance of the
fin ;t course, failing which observance the guests could not expect digestion
to wait on appetite, or health to accompany either.
" Health," or salutation to the gods, was performed in another fashion,
at sacrifice. The officiating priest, before the victim was slain, poured a
cu] >ful of wine between its horns ; but previous to doing this he saluted
the deity, put the patera reverently to his lips, barely tasted the contents,
an<. then handed the cup to his fellows, who went through a similar
ceremony. In this way " healths" were of a severely religious origin;
anc till within these few years, at the harvest suppers of Norfolk and
ESJ ex, there was, in the health or ale songs there sung a serious, thanks-
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giving aspect. The master's health was given in chorus, with a chanted
prayer —
God bless his endeavours,
And give him increase.
Within the remembrance of many living persons the old religious
spirit — " superstition " if you will — was not extinguished in Devonshire,
in connection with this subject. On the eve of the Epiphany the farmer
was accompanied by his men, bearing a pitcher of cider, and these, sur-
rounding the most fruitful apple-trees, drank thrice to their budding, their
bearing, and their blowing ; and the ceremony generally ended with the
old libation offered to the most prolific apple-trees, a portion of the cider
being cast at the trees, amid the shouts of the joyous persons present.
The mixture of ale, roasted apples, and sugar, sometimes used on
these occasions, and called " lamb's-wool," was certainly handed down
from very remote times. Thus the pagan Irish had a very great reverence
for the angel who was supposed to preside over fruit-trees generally,
and the reverence for that graceful guardian was not diminished when
Christian times succeeded, and the festival of All Saints took place of that
in honour of the protector of fruits and seeds. The first of November was
called La Mas Ubhal — " the day of the apple;" and the composition
which was drunk on that day received, in a corrupted form, the name
of the day itself, and " La Mas Ubhal " became, in England, that lamb's-
wool of which Devonshire rustics partook in honour of the best of their
bearing-trees.
" Healths " in honour of mortals came to us from abroad. The first
given in Britain was given by a lady. It was the " Health of the King ; "
and mischief came of it. The lady was Rowena, daughter of Hengist.
That Saxon ally of the British King Vortigern entertained at a banquet the
monarch whom he intended first to make his son-in-law and then to destroy.
After dinner the ladies were admitted — a custom which has not yet died out
on occasions of public festivity — and Rowena was at the head of them. She
carried aloft a capacious goblet of wine, and approaching the dazzled and
delighted king, she said, with a courteous reverence, "Lord King, I drink
your health." This was said in Saxon, and Vortigern shook his head, to
imply that he had not been taught Saxon, and was very sorry for it. He
looked inquiringly at his interpreter, and that official translated the lady's
words. But this rendered Vortigern little the wiser, as Rowena stood silently
gazing at him, cup in hand, and he found himself in utterly new circum-
stances, and in dreadful want of a master of the ceremonies. " What
ought I to do ?" he asked of the interpreter; and the latter replied, " As
the lady has offered to drink your health, saying, 'Wacht heil ! ' you
should bid her quaff the wine, saying, ' Drinc heil ! ' ' And Vortigern
shaped his British mouth to the utterance of the foreign idiom, and
Rowena smiled so exquisitely at his uncouth accent, before she kissed
the brim of the cup, that the king lost head and heart, and speedily
became double drunk, with love and wine. Thus »was a drinking of
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healths brought into Britain, and under such distinguished patronage
ttat it became a universal fashion. And it had a pretty circum-
stance attached to it, which in later degenerate days went out
with the fashion itself. The gallant Vortigern, when he returned the
Saxon lady's compliment, and took the cup to drink, not only quaffed it
to her health, but, before he did so, kissed her rose-tinted lips with such
fefvour that the custom of giving health was at once firmly established,
at d when a lady drank to a gentleman he not only pledged her with the
formulary of " Drinc heil," but. saluted her lips !
The wickedness of man brought about an unwelcome change in the
custom. We all remember the unpleasant story, how the young King
Edward the Martyr drank from a bowl of wine as he sat on his horse at
the gate of Corfe Castle, and how, while he was drinking, he was stabbed
in the back by a murderer hired by the young King's stepmother Elfrida.
From that time pledging involved drinking again, but it no longer implied
kissing, even when the health was given by a lady. When a man then
drank, his neighbour pledged him ; that is, undertook neither to stab him
himself nor to allow such an act to be committed by another.
The old forms of " pledging," however, did not die out readily, nor are
thoy yet altogether extinct. It was long the custom at Queen's College,
Oxford, when a Fellow drank, for the scholar who waited on him to place
his two thumbs on the table. This was also an ancient German custom.
As long as the drinker saw the two thumbs on the table he was quite sure
that the hands they belonged to could not be lifted against his own life.
The fashions of drinking survived the names of the authors of them. If
Rich, in his English Hue and Cry (A.D. 1617), had remembered the
incident of Rowena, he would not have said: — "It is pity the first
founder " (of giving healths) " was not hanged that we might have found
out his name in the ancient record of the Hangman's Register." Rich was
not only ignorant of the " founder's " name, but he was guilty of pious
mendacity as to what became of that individual, for Rich says : " He that
first invented that use of drinking healths had his brains beat out with a
pottle-pot ; a most just end for inventors of such notorious abuses."
The ancient fashion stood its ground in spite of its moralists ; and it is
still in force in Guildhall and the Mansion House, though in less vigour
now than in the last century. The City toastmaster, who proclaims with
such a roaring eloquence at a Lord Mayor's feast, that the Metropolitan
magistrate is about to pledge his guests in a loving-cup, probably is little
aware of what used to take place on former occasions of a similar nature.
At the old Plough-Monday banquet, for instance, the yeoman of the cellar
use 1 to stand behind the Lord Mayor, and at the close of dinner he pro-
duced two silver cups full of negus. He presented one to the Mayor, the
othur to his lady, or her representative if there was one, and then the form
of proclamation was to this effect: — "Mr. Swordbearer, Squires and
Gentlemen all ! My Lord Mayor and my Lady Mayoress drink to you in a
loving-cup, and bid you all heartily welcome ! " The cups were handed
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in succession to all the company, who drank to the health of my lord and
lady. "When the time came for the latter and other ladies to retire, the
chaplain passed up from the bottom of the table and led her ladyship right
solemnly away. The male guests did not necessarily leave the table when
his lordship withdrew. For then a mighty bowl of punch used to be intro-
duced, and with it all the servants of the household, from the highest to
the lowest, housekeeper and housemaids, groom of the chambers and
grooms from the stables. They passed in procession, and drank of the
punch to the health of the guests, who then made a collection for them in
the silver punch-bowl. According as the maids were fair, merry, and not
unkind to the gallantry of the guests, the collection reached a greater
or less sum. The old salutatio and the libalio, the " saluting " and the
1 'tasting," were never more favourably manifested than at these Lord
Mayor's feasts of the olden yet not very remote period : a period when, as
the " loving-cup " went round, it was the custom for the two guests on the
right and left of the drinker to hold the large cover of the cup over his
head while he leisurely quaffed.
Mr. Adams, at a late dinner of the " Geographical, " asked if healths
and speaking to them were older than the Anglo-Saxon ? Doubtless.
In the pictorial illustrations of Egyptian life it is seen that the guests rose
to challenge each other to drink, proposed healths, and inflicted speeches on
the ears of vexed listeners. In short, all things come directly or indirectly
from the East, always excepting the term Toast itself, and also the
shibboleth of " Hip, hip, hip ! " by which toasts are honoured, as " healths "
were, long before them. The cry is said to have been taken to and not
brought from the East. To ordinary non-observant and non-inquiring
persons, the triple cry is only a sort of respiratory preparation for the
thundering " Hurrah 1" which follows; but archaeologists gravely assert
that we get hip, hip, hip, from the Crusades — with a modification. The
letter.s H. E. P., we are told, were on the sacred banners of the invaders,
carrying with them the meaning " Hierosolyma est perdita " (JciiLsalem
w lost), a sort of kitchen-Lathi which would make the stern utterer of the
famous "Delenda est Carthago" uneasy in his grave. When Jerusalem
first presented the view of its towers to the exulting eyes of the soldiery,
they pointed with their swords and lances to their banners, and frantically
screamed " Hep! hep! hep! " capping the cry with a savage " Hurrah 1 "
Such is the tradition, but it is far from satisfactory ; and even if it be
not true, it is hardly of the happy humour of tiite- seeming stories.
After Rufus, there were no such drinking bouts as his till James's
time. The greatest men of that court and time drank healths with much
solemnity. The quaffer, as he rose with the cup in his hand, doffed his
cap, and on naming the personage in wrhose honour he was about to
drink, he looked at his neighbour, who pledged himself to drink next,
and who did so by also doffing his cap, kissing his hand, and bowing.
Then he who had the cup drained it to the last drop, and made it ring to
show that it was empty. The pledger had to go through the same
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ceremony, which extended to the whole company and then re-commenced.
P^pys notices a modification of this style of health-giving in his time, as
a novel importation from France. Between the two periods, indeed, there
hrd been an onslaught against health-givings. Prynne, in 1628, published
a pamphlet to prove "the drinking and pledging of healths to be sinful
ard utterly unlawful unto Christians." The gentle Herbert, too, a little
la' er, urgently counselled the drinkers of healths to stay at the third cup,
thit is, not to drink it, the which doing is to be " a beast in courtesy."
Cliief Justice Hale, however, would not sanction his grandsons going even
so far as a couple of healths. " I will not have you begin or pledge any
heilth," he says, adding, after much more to the same purpose, that if
thoy follow the advice they will bless their grandfather's-memory as for an '
inheritance. What the cavaliers did in their prosperity, they did, with
bitterness and a breaking of the third commandment, in adversity. In
tho Protector's time they dropped a crumb into their mouths, and, raising
tho glass to their lips, said, " May the Lord send this crumb well down 1 "
W.iitelock tells of four or five Berkshire royalists who, in their cups, cut
small collops from their own flesh, and drank Charles's health in the blood
thr t flowed from the mutilated parts. The Puritan, Winthrop, when he
founded Boston, in America, prohibited " healths " as a criminal offence.
When Charles II. got. his own again, loyal men drank the king's
health on their knees — a form known to King James's days, and
cal ed in the slang of the period "knighting." Of this loyal drinking
there ensued much quarrelling, and some spilling of blood. The matter
became so serious that Charles endeavoured to remedy it by royal pro-
clamation, in which the king expressed — "our dislike of those who,
unc er pretence of affection to us and our service, assume to themselves
a liberty of reviling, threatening, and reproaching others. There are
likewise another sort of men of whom," says Charles, "we have heard
mu;h, and are sufficiently ashamed, who spend their time in taverns,
tip} ling-houses, and debauches, giving no other evidence of their affection
to i.s but in drinking our health." Drinking healths, nevertheless, was
enc >uraged even by the philosophers. Ashmole the antiquary presented
the corporation of his native city, Lichfield, in 1666, with a massive
eml ossed silver cup, which held about a gallon. It was received, on its
arri ^al at the George for England Inn, with much grateful ceremony.
"We filled your poculum charitatis," says the writer of the letter of
tha:iks addressed to Ashmole, "with Catholic wine, and devoted it a
sob< r health to our most gracious king, which (being of so large a continent)
pas the hands of thirty to pledge ; nor did we forget yourself, in the next
placa, being our great Mecaenas." This cup is still used at corporation
ban [uets, and the second toast on these occasions, following " The
Quern," [is " We ale and Worship," implying "good luck to ourselves
and much respect for our fortunes."
Chere is a pretty story of a political toast in the *eign of William HI.
whii h runs thus. The French, German, and English Ambassadors were
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dining together somewhere, in the reign of Louis XV. The first availed
himself of an after-dinner opportunity to propose "The Rising Sun," in
honour of his master, who bore such device, with "nee pluribus impar"
for his modest motto. Thereupon the German envoy gave " The Moon,"
in compliment to his mistress the Empress Maria Theresa. This being
done, the English representative solemnly proposed " Joshua, the son of
Nun, who -made both sun and moon to stand still ! " Now, an ambassador
proposing the health of the person he represents would be as courteous as
if he had proposed " my noble self." Then, a German could not have
complimented his Imperial mistress by calling her the moon, for " moon,"
in German, is masculine. Lastly, an English ambassador would never
have been guilty of such an insult to two friendly Powers, as his " senti-
ment " would have implied, and, to conclude, the parties as represented
above could never have met under the circumstances, as the limits of their
reigns will show, without further comment. William III. 1689-1702 :
Louis XV. 1715-1774 : Maria Theresa, 1740-1765.
While in William's reign it was declared to be treasonable to drink
such toasts as " Confusion to the king," or the one to James, under the
circumlocutory form of " The old man over the water," the Scottish lords,
when such matters were brought under their notice, were reluctant to
convict. Some sensation was caused in 1697 by a charge that both
those toasts had been drunk, at an April evening's bout, in the Stay-the-
Voyage, at Dumfries, by the Master of Kenmure, Craik of Stewarton, and
Captain Dalziel of Glencoe. The last two were carried prisoners before the
Privy Council ; but the witnesses deposed upon hearsay, the prisoners
maintained a discreet silence, and the Privy Council, finding no proof,
gladly discharged them. Master, Laird, and Captain, when they next for-
gathered at the Stay-the-Voyar/e, were doubtless discreet enough in their
cups to drink " the old toast," without rendering themselves amenable to
charges of treason against the " Prince of Orange."
The political wits turned William's death to account, when circulating
the bottle. It will be remembered that the king was riding his horse
Sorrel in the park near Hampton Court, when the steed stumbled over a
molehill, and William suffered injuries of which he subsequently died.
Accordingly the Jacobite tipplers, throughout Ann's reign, manifested
their loyalty to a disinherited lord by solemnly drinking the health of " the
little gentleman in black Velvet," meaning thereby the mole which had
thrown up the little hillock over which Sorrel had stumbled, and had
caused the accident which led to William's death. Long subsequent to
that death, the Irish admirers of King William expressed the intensity of
their admiration in the famous Orange Toast, of which nothing now is
given except the opening sentiment. What it was in its original form
could not now be reprinted ; but as much of it as may is here given for the
sake of the social illustration connected therewith. " The glorious, pious,
and immortal memory of the great and good King William, — not forgetting
Oliver Cromwell who assisted in redeeming us from Popery, slavery, arbi-
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trary power, brass money, and wooden shoes. May we never want a
Williamite to kick — a Jacobite ! . . . and he that won't drink this,
\vhether he be bishop, priest, deacon, bellows-blower, grave-digger, or any
other of the fraternity of the clergy, may a north wind blow him to the
south, a west wind blow him to the east ; may he have a dark night, a lee
shore, a rank storm, and a leaky vessel to carry him over the river Styx."
It is scarcely necessary to say that the ladies were honoured long
bafore the period of " toasts " proper arrived. The amorous young gentle-
Uien of Elizabeth's days, as each sped the cup with the name of his
mistress to further it, pricked their arm with a dagger, and wrote their
mistresses' names, in their own blood, on the table ! When the wit was
out, they fell to honouring more ignoble names. Lady Littleicorth and
Mistress Ligldheels came in for their share of homage, and if any of the
sisterhood was present, the least modest would not scruple to call for a
health to some Sir Rayleiyli D'Isgustin!
In course of time came the "reigning toasts," and noble ladies felt
fluttered at knowing they were the " toasts of the town." Clubs engraved
their names on the club glasses, and the first poets of the day added a
tribute of laudatory verse. Then came fashion of a grosser sort, when
each gallant, toasting the lady next to him, swore he would drink no wine
but what was strained through her petticoat ! We may fancy with what
boisterous politeness the edge of the petticoat was seized, with what
hilarious coyness it was defended, how some of the damsels looked over,
under, or from the sides of their fans, while others affected to close the
eyes which they kept open, to look through the interstices of the con-
venient screen. Then, the hems of the garments were placed over the
glasses, the wine was poured through, and the Quixotic fellows quaffed the
draught in honour of the fair ones ! There came a time, however, when
men had more refinement, and would not give up to the tipsy salutations
of "health- drinkers" the names of the true and modest mistresses of
thoir hearts. The lover who was a gentleman, and yet who was also
a " good fellow," always kept his gentility before him, and his mistress's
name to himself. An illustration of this is afforded us through Mr.
John Bruce having luckily inserted in his admirable edition of Cowper,
that writer's " Early Poems." In one of these, " The Symptoms of Love,"
written to "Delia," but really addressed to the author's early and only
lovo, his cousin Theodora, are the following lines : —
And lastly, when summoned to drink to my flame,
Let her guess why I never once mention her name,
Though herself and the woman I love are the same.
Connected with this subject of toasting the ladies, ill-fortune has some-
times come of it when it might have been least expected. For example,
" Honest men and bonnie lassies ! " is a toast which one would think
coo Id never bring offence with it; but while the rule holds, the exception
presents itself. A young minister in Scotland was about to preach a pro-
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bationary sermon in a church for the ministry of which he was a candi-
date. Being a stranger, he was housed and entertained by a parishioner,
who invited many of his fellows to sup with the candidate on the Saturday
night. The elders had quietly saturated themselves with toddy and
\ smoke, when the unlucky probationer, in his innocence, proposed, before
they parted, ''Honest men and bonnie lassies !" The unco righteous
looked through the smoke and over their glasses with orthodox horror,
and the most solemn tippler present arose and said, that no minister would
have their sympathy who could not stick quietly to his liquor, but whose
thoughts were running on the lassies so near the Sabbath ! The company
assented, and the candidate had to forego the honour he coveted.
There was fine and generous delicacy and great readiness of wit in
George II. when, during one of his absences abroad, on being asked if he
would object to a toast which wished health to the Pretender, he replied
that he would readily drink to the health of all unfortunate princes. This
expressed readiness, however, did not encourage the Jacobites in openly
drinking to the only king they acknowledged. They continued, as they
and their fathers before them had done, 'to have a bowl of water on the
table, and holding their glasses over it, to drink to " the king," implying,
of course, the king over the water.
If it be true that Pitt, at Kidderminster, gave a toast in compliment to
the carpet-manufacturers, it cannot be said that there was much outlay of
brains in the making of it. "May the trade of Kidderminster," said
Pitt, " be trampled under foot by all the world ! " If this may be simply
called " neat," in that term lies as much praise as the occasion warrants.
It is weak, compared with the more audacious toast, freighted with double
meaning, and which has been variously attributed to Smeaton, to Erskine,
and some others. This after-dinner trade sentiment was delivered in this
form : — "Dam the canals, sink the coal-pits, blast the minerals, consume
the manufactures, disperse the commerce of Great Britain and Ireland ! "
In May, 1798, the Duke of Norfolk gave a toast at a dinner of the
Whig Club, at the Crown and Anchor, which caused some sensation.
This was the duke who, when Earl of Surrey > renounced the Church of
Borne. He wore short hair when queues were in fashion, and was the
most slovenly- dressed man of his day. At the Whig Club dinner he called
on the "two thousand guests" present to drink the toast of "Our
Sovereign — the People ! " This was considered such grave offence in
days when men were ostentatiously seditious, that the duke was dismissed
from the Lord-Lieutenancy of the West Biding of Yorkshire, and was
deprived of the command of his regiment of militia. Fox resented the
application of this penalty for asserting a sentiment which, when put into
action, had deposed James II., and ultimately carried the family of
Brunswick to the throne. He went down to a subsequent meeting of the
Whig Club, and there proposed "The Sovereign People," a proposition
which was speedily followed by an outcry on the part of the supporters of the
Ministry that Fox should be prosecuted for sedition. . Pitt, however, wisely
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declined a course so perilous, and contented himself with erasing Fox's
name from the list of Privy Councillors.
A Duke of Norfolk of a later period, — he in fact who died in 1856, —
designed to celebrate the completion of his restoration of Arundel Castle,
by inviting as his guests all the living descendants of his ancestor, Jockey
of Norfolk, who fell at Bosworth. The assembled cousins were to drink
continued good fortune to the House of Howard ; but when the duke dis-
covered that to carry his project out, he should have to invite six thousand
persons, he relinquished his intention, and the toast was not given.
Some toasts, and those special and " proper for the occasion," speedily
dis out of memory. Fourscore years ago, Baddeley, the actor, left funds
w.ierewith to procure cake, wine, and punch, on Twelfth Night, for the Drury
Lane players, in green-room assembled, "for ever" An old formal toast
used to be given on those occasions — " The memory of Baddeley's skull ! "
— in honour of the brain in that skull which had conceived the thoughtful
kiidness. It is long since this toast has been given, but on the last
" cutting of Baddeley's cake," one of the guests proposed that it should
be revived ; and the veteran actor, Mr. W. Bennett, the trustee of the
fund," gazed with an air of quaint reproof at this audacious guest, and then
so emnly gave " The memory of David Garrick! " All knowledge of the
original toast had perished; but that obtrusive guest ceased to wonder
wlen an actor, who was drinking Baddeley's wine or punch, and eating
hit cake, asked, " Who was Baddeley, and wliy did he do this ? " Poor
Baddeley! The visitor, as he withdrew by the dark back of the stage,
saw, " in his mind's eye, Horatio," the figure of the benevolent old player,
as he used to come to rehearsal, in scarlet and gold — the uniform of the
gentlemen of the household, who were " their Majesties' servants," playing
un>ler royal patent at Drury Lane. Baddeley was the last actor who wore
that uniform.
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Jambs,
COMPOSED of Government stocks, of various other securities, and of cash
uninvested, the funds belonging to the Suitors of the Court of Chancery
amount in the aggregate to nearly 60,000,OOOL Acting on behalf of the
court, the Masters had, prior to 1726, committed to their care the moneys
and effects in the suits referred to them, while the Usher of the court took
charge of any property involved in causes which required no reference to
the Masters. In a manner somewhat analogous to the system of modem
banking, these functionaries employed for their own benefit the moneys
placed in their hands, reserving of course such balances as were deemed
sufficient to meet the recurring claims of the suitors. Investments in the
stock of the South Sea Company had been made by several of the
Masters on their own account ; and on the failure of that scheme it wa 3
found that defaults on their part amounted to over 100,OOOZ. This sum
was ultimately made good out of the public revenue ; but precautions
were taken to prevent the recurrence of so great an abuse.
The Lord Chancellor, by an order of 17th December, 1724, directed
each Master " to procure and send to the Bank of England a chest with
one lock and hasps for two padlocks." The key of the lock of each chest
was to be kept by the Master, and the key of one of the padlocks by one
or other of two of the six clerks in Chancery, and the key of the other
padlock by the Governor, Deputy- Governor, or Cashier of the Bank. Each
Master was- ordered to deposit in his chest all moneys and securities in his
hands belonging to the suitors ; the chests were then to be locked and left
in charge of the Bank. But as the vault where the chests were kept could
not be opened unless two of the Directors of the Bank were present, it of
course happened, on every occasion when access was wanted to them in
order to comply with the mandates of the court, that the attendance of all
these high officials was necessary. The inconvenience and trouble so
caused became at length too great for endurance, and led to a change.
On the 26th of May, 1725, a general order was made by the Lords
Commissioners holding the Great Seal, which directed the money and
effects of the suitors to be taken from the Masters' chests, and given
into the direct custody of the Bank. A subsequent' order extended the
plan to the moneys in the hands of the Usher. These orders still remain
in force ; the Bank of England from that time until the present has acted,
and now acts, as the custodier of the Chancery funds.
In 1726, an officer under the designation of the Accountant- General
was appointed, pursuant to Act of Parliament, to keep the Chancery
accounts, and to carry out the orders of the court respecting the receipt
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and disposal of the funds. This officer, by the Act creating his office, is
not allowed to meddle with the actual money either in receipt or payment.
All dealings with funds are to be accomplished under his direction, and
with his privity ; but he himself is debarred from touching a single coin ;
yet his office is not the less one of great responsibility. At the period of
tha appointment of the first Accountant- General, upwards of 140 years
since, the cash and securities made together a total of 741,9502., and the
number of accounts was 415. The amount, as we have already stated,
now verges upon 60,000,000/., and the number of accounts have increased
to well nigh 30,000. Almost without exception the volume of the funds
dn court has year by year shown a steady increase. Of late that increase
has been at the rate of about half a million annually. This is only what
might be expected from the growth of the population and the ever-
augmenting national wealth. Litigation is, of course, one of the main
feeders of the Chancery reservoir. Upon the application of a party to a
suit, the court orders the property under dispute to be placed in its hands,
where it is retained until the question of right is settled, or until such
time as the interests of those entitled are most fully secured. It is then,
upon petition, transferred out of court. Legacies bequeathed to minors
are not unfrequently paid into court by executors. The sums of cash so
paid are in every case invested in consols without expense, and the interest
also from time to time as it accumulates ; so that the amount of the
legacy with compound interest is, in the form of stock, when application is
made, transferred to the person entitled, on the attainment of majority. A
kindred source of supply is furnished by trust moneys. Trustees or executors
who may have doubts of the legality of their proceedings in carrying
out the provisions of a trust, or who may be at a loss as to the rights
of parties claiming under a will, and desiring to free themselves from
responsibility, may, under what is known as the Trustee Relief Act,
transfer or pay the trust funds into court. Such funds, if not already in
the form of stock, are, as a matter of course, invested by the Accountant-
General, and the accruing dividends are also invested solely for the benefit
of ihe parties entitled, who may at any time apply to have the funds paid
to them.
For the enfranchisement of land under the Copyhold Acts, and in
connection with railway undertakings, very many payments of cash are
made to the Accountant- General. These latter are usually for the pur-
chase of land and houses. "Where parties labour under a disability to
convey, or where an agreement cannot be come to, the railway company,
on an award being made by two surveyors, pays the sum into court, and at
once takes compulsory possession. The promoters of new undertakings,
whether railways, docks, or waterworks, and such like, for which the
sanction of the legislature is necessary, are required to deposit with the
Court of Chancery a sum amounting to one-eighth of the estimated cost
of the undertaking, as preliminary to the application to Parliament.
Such deposits in the aggregate usually reach a large annual amount.
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The present year, however, owing to the collapse of railway enterprise,
has proved a signal exception : very few new schemes indeed have been
launched, and consequently hut a trifling accession made from this
source to the Chancery funds. These deposits are made in the month of
January, and being for large sums, are reclaimed as early as possible,
generally before the end of the parliamentary session, thus remaining in
court for only about six months. The 'proceeds of estates sold under the
direction of the court are paid in, as likewise money realized under Private
Estate Acts. The property of lunatics and persons of unsound mind is
also placed in the custody of the court, and administered under its sanction.
Many other minor rills, such as appeal deposits and payments under the
Burial Board Act, serve to swell the stream of money ever flowing to its
destined receptacle in Chancery.
It thus appears that no inconsiderable portion of the funds in
court are quite unconnected with litigious proceedings. Indeed but com-
paratively few of the vast number of sums appearing in the Accountant-
General's books are so. Litigation doubtless in many cases originally
brought the money into court ; but, the contentious stage passed, as it
does in time pass, the funds are not seldom retained purely for purposes
of administration. Where, for instance, persons have a life-interest in
funds, the dividends are paid to them during their lives (the principal
being in the meantime kept securely), and not until their death is a distri-
bution effected. The court thus acts as a trustee, taking safe custody of
property and administrating the funds, and when the proper time arrives
it deals out to claimants their just and respective shares. In the case of
property belonging to rectories, corporations, or other public bodies, it is
of signal advantage that the security should be undoubted, and the divi-
dends duly paid. A double service of trustee and banker is thus dis-
charged by the Accountant- General, and that too without fee, percentage,
or commission charged for the management of such accounts.
There are not a few accounts which may be termed dormant ; that is,
accounts from which no payments have been made for many years. These
are of two kinds — such as consist, first, of sums of stock with the accumulated
dividends.;-and, secondly, of sums of cash only. From time to time inves-
tigation is made into the former ; and when it is found that no payment
of dividends has been made for fifteen years preceding, the titles of the
accounts are extracted, and arranged alphabetically ; and the list printed,
and copies exhibited on the walls of the different offices of the court for
the information of attorneys and all persons concerned. The first inves-
tigation was made in 1854, when it appeared that the entire number of
accounts, the dividends on which had not been dealt during the time
specified, was 566, and the total amount of stock and dividends on such
accounts 256,176Z. 2s. Sd. The result was, that many persons came
forward and preferred claims, and about one half of the above total
amount was transferred out to the successful claimants. A second list
with new accounts added was published in 1860, and recently a third list
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Las appeared. When the first list was published in 1854, certain solicitors
specially devoted themselves to the work of tracing out claims. Guided so
fur in the first instance by the lists — which, however, contained only the bare
titles of the accounts, and in no case the amount of the funds — these gentle-
men burrowed among the old orders and other musty documents to which
they had access in the Record Office, until such knowledge was gained as
enabled them to communicate with the persons whom they had discovered
to be entitled to the funds. It was as if treasure had been found.
The happy attorney who had successfully struck upon the right clue
a~ id followed it out to certainty, offered to make over the spoil to the
rightful owner or owners, who in most cases were entirely ignorant of its
existence, on condition that no slight share of the same should be retained
by himself. We have known as much as fifty per cent, asked ; but what-
ever were the amounts of the shares parted with by those fortunate per-
scns who thus " heard of something to their advantage," and actually
received that something, it is an undoubted fact that veiy considerable
sims of money were pocketed by some of these persevering and suc-
cf ssful Chancery excavators.
As a security against dishonest dealing with these accounts, the
Accountant-General, when asked for information of the precise amount of
the fund, in every case requires evidence that the solicitor is acting for a
bond fide interested person. And every petition to the court regarding the
di sposal of any such fund must state on the face of it that the fund in
question belongs to the fifteen-years' published list.
A return made in 1850 of the dormant cash accounts showed that for
te i years previously, there were in that state 1,220 ; for twenty-five years,
1,056, and for fifty years, 975. No list of these accounts upon which
ur claimed cash only is standing, has up to the present time been pub-
lished. There are nearly 1,200 accounts upon which the stock and cash
re naming would not cover the cost of an application for the payment of
tin fund ; and 351 accounts showing sums under 1L, while on 831 more
tin sums range between II. and 57.
It may be well to give some notion of the nature of the transactions
pe. formed by the Accountant- General and his staff of clerks. In tho
va ious modes we have indicated cash is paid and stock is transferred into
CO1 irt. These sums remain for a longer or a shorter period, and usually
become subject to various operations, always, however, under the direction
of the court. Dividends are received on stocks, and when received are
eit icr paid out to persons or invested or suffered to accumulate without
im estment. As the interests of the persons entitled may require, the fund
on any particular account, consisting of stock, or cash, or both, may be
carried to new accounts and retained in Chancery, or at once paid or trans-
fer -ed out. And just as the Accountant- General is required to invest sums
paid into court, and dividends as they accumulate, so he is, when the
oc( asion arises, ordered to sell stocks. The cash so raised may be needed
for very various purposes. It may be required to pay legacies, to clear
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off mortgages, or in the case of creditors' suits, to discharge debts, or
what is very much more frequent, to pay costs. Sales of stock are being
constantly made for this last purpose — the total amount sold each year is
very large indeed.
Costs are paid to solicitors, who among the various claimants on a
fund have always a priority accorded to them. In the applications made
to court for orders or for other objects, and in the conduct of suits, as
well as in the general management of Chancery proceedings, many and
various expenses are incurred. Solicitors have to fee counsel, to advance
money for stamps, and to make sundry outlays on behalf of their clients.
Their own labours have besides to be remunerated. There is a scale of
charges published in the general orders of the court, which fix the rate
according to which attendances and other sendees are 'paid for, so far as
these relate to necessary proceedings in the management of the business
of suits and matters under the cognizance of the court. The bill of costs
of every attorney is besides taxed by the proper taxing-master, so that
there is no room for undue charges ; or, if such charges are made, they are
not allowed by that official, and consequently not paid for out of the funds
in court standing to the particular cause or matter.
In carrying out the orders of the court respecting funds already in, or to
be brought into its custody, the main duties of the Accountant- General are,
as we have stated, to receive cash and stocks, and to invest cash in stocks.
In the same way he sells stocks for cash, pays cash, and transfers stocks
out of court ; he carries over cash and stock from one account to another,
and receives and pays dividends. He also, by his clerks, furnishes to the
court, through solicitors, certificates of the actual amount of the funds on
any of the accounts which appear in his ledgers, when requested by them
to do so, as well as affords to these members of the legal profession verbal
information of the state of the funds and of all particulars regarding the
same, so far as his cognizance extends. In cases when persons to whom
cash is payable cannot personally attend at the ofiice in Chancery Lane,
he grants powers of attorney to enable them to do so by deputy. Tran-
scripts of his ledger accounts he also makes out for the more precise infor-
mation of the court, of solicitors or their clients, by which every individual
transaction or dealing with any particular fund can be clearly seen.
Of the vast aggregate of Chancery funds, between three and four
millions consist of cash. This amount of cash is composed of individual
sums, either in the meantime waiting investment, or which are not required
to be invested, also of accumulated dividends and of the dormant cash
balances to which we have referred. The total sum of cash paid into
court varies, of course, from year to year. It may be taken at about ten
millions annually, and the repayments, including sums invested, as some-
what under that amount. It follows, therefore, that the balance of general
cash remaining uninvested gradually increases. The Bank of England, as
banker to the Court of Chancery, would have the exclusive use of these
three or four millions of cash balances, were they not otherwise dealt with.
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The court, however, steps in, and while it leaves with the Bank a balance
(300,000?. more or less) sufficiently adequate to recompense it for its
trouble as banker, it invests the remainder in Government securities. The
funds created by these investments are known by the general designation
of suitors' funds, and these we shall now briefly describe. The first
investment out of the general or common cash in the custody of the court
look place on the 2nd of July, 1739, when, pursuant to Act of Parliament,
o5,000/. were laid out in the purchase of Exchequer tallies, which in 1752
were exchanged for an equal amount of consols. This investment was the
foundation and commencement of that portion of the suitors' funds now
known as "Fund A." Repeated investments, made from time to time
from the same source for upwards of a century, have swollen that fund
until it now amounts to more than two and a half millions of stock. This
stock is of course the representative of so much of tha suitors' general
cash as has been taken to purchase it, and is therefore liable to be re-
converted into cash at any time, should the claims of the suitors necessitate
such an operation.
The interest arising from the first investment made in 1739, to which
we have alluded, was used to pay the salaries of the Accountant- General
and his clerks. As subsequent investments were made, the salaries of the
Masters and other officers of the court were met out of the dividends
arising on the stocks purchased. It, however, happened that the interest
produced by these various investments was more than sufficient to pay the
salaries charged thereon, and accordingly in 1768, an Act (9th Geo. III.)
directed that such surplus interest should be laid out in the purchase of
Government securities, and placed to a new account. The interest yielded
by these last securities was also directed to be invested and accumulated
on the same account. These investments and accumulations constitute
" Fund B." It is to be observed that as Fund B has arisen from surplus
interest on Fund A, it is therefore equivalent to the profit account of a
banker. Its amount represents the clear gain made by the court, in its
capacity of banker, so to speak, after paying its expenses, and upon which
no individual suitor as such has any manner of claim, just as the customer
of a banker has no claim on the profit made by the use of banking funds.
The interest of Fund B, however, instead of being allowed constantly to
accumulate, has been occasionally diverted for such purposes as purchasing
ground and building offices ; after which temporary diversions, the accu-
mulations of interest were continued to be made as before, and the fund
gradually in consequence increased in amount. This was owing to the
circumstance that for very many years the income of Fund A alone was
more than sufficient to answer all the charges made upon it, so that
Fund B was regularly swelled by the surpluses of Fund A as well as by
the stated investments of its own produce. In 1826 it had reached to
537,8002. stock; in 1848 the sum had increased to 1,094,604/. 105. 1(R,
"while in 1852 the total of investments amounted to not less than
1,291, 629J. 10s. 5d. In that year its further increase was arrested by
206 CHANCERY FUNDS.
Act of Parliament, which made a new disposition of the fund, and directed
the interest as it accrued to be earned over to an account already existing,
termed the Suitors' Fee Fund Account (Fund C).
This last-named fund was created in 1833 by an Act generally known
as " Lord Brougham's Chancery Regulation Act." This Act required the
Masters, the Registrars, the Examiners, with their respective staffs of clerks,
and also several other officers of the court, to collect the fees formerly
received and retained by them by way of salaries, and to pay the same
into the bank, to the Suitors' Fee Fund Account. Out of the funds on
this account, in lieu of such fees, they were to be remunerated by fixed
salaries. All fees imposed on proceedings in the court are also paid to
this fee account, entitled Fund C. The surpluses of cash on this fund,
after meeting all the charges on it, the Lord Chancellor was empowered
to direct to be invested also in Government securities, and thus was
created a fourth, or Surplus Fee Account, named Fund D. The stock on
this account, in 1852, amounted to 201,0287. 2s. 3d. consols. It was
also provided that in the event of there being at any time a deficiency
in Fund C for the payment of salaries and other expenses of the court,
such deficiency was to be made good by resorting to the interest and
dividends arising on Fund D, or, in case of need, by a sale of a portion of
its capital.
A pretty considerable amount is paid every year to the Fee Fund C,
arising from brokerage levied by the Chancery broker on all sums of cash
invested and stocks sold. The charge is the ordinary one of one-eighth per
cent. Formerly the Accountant- General received a share of the brokerage
as part of his official income ; but since 1852, he has been paid entirely
by fixed salary. More recently the broker has also been recompensed
by salary ; so that now the entire proceeds of brokerage pass direct from
the broker's hands to Fund C. By this arrangement a saving has been
effected ; all the more, as year by year, owing to the increasing number
of Stock Exchange transactions, the amount of brokerage shows a gradual
increase.
All the fees levied on proceedings in the Court of Chancery since the
passing of the Suitors' Relief Act in 1852, with slight exceptions, are
raised by means of stamps, under the direction of the Commissioners of
Inland Revenue, who keep separate accounts of the same, and each month
pay the amount received to the credit of the Fee Fund C. ,By this Act,
also, fixed salaries were substituted for fees throughout all the offices of
the court. We have already stated that by the Act of 1852 the interest
on Fun<J B was no longer allowed to accumulate on that account, but was
directed to be carried as it accrued to the same Fee Fund C. So likewise
with the surplus interest on Fund A. The Suitors' Further Relief Act
of 1853 enacted that the dividends which would arise from the sum
of 201,028Z. 2s. 3cL consols on Fund D should also in future be carried
over to Fund C. Since the passing of these Acts no addition has conse-
quently been made to either of the Funds B or D. The whole amounts
CHANCERY FUNDS. 207
of the interest and surplus interest on all the Funds, A, B, and D, are
new regularly placed to Fund C, which is entirely an income account,
swelled and maintained by these amounts of interest and by the produce
of fees levied, while it is charged with the salaries of a whole host of
Chancery officials, with pensions, and with the various expenses of all the
offices of the court.
The amounts of stock accumulated on Funds B and D are respectively,
as already mentioned, 1,291, 629Z. 10s. 5d. and 201,028Z. 2s. 3d., making
together about one million and a half. It is this sum which Parliament has'
appropriated for the erection of the new Courts of Justice ; nor can it be
said that in such an appropriation are the profits and careful accumula-
tions of the Court of Chancery for upwards of a hundred years likely to
be injudiciously expended.
We cannot conclude this brief account of the Chancery funds without
adverting to the efficiency of the establishment entrusted with their ma-
nagement. No one can have read the report of the Chancery Commission
iss led some two or three years since, without being struck with the ability
and thorough knowledge of the business of the department shown by the
comments and statements of the Accountant- General and his chief clerk,
as contrasted with the suggestions of the Law Societies and several other
recommendations contained in the report.
There are, however, two changes of an external kind, which, if intro-
duced, would confer signal benefits : these are, first, the establishment of
a branch office by the Bank of England in Chancery Lane ; and, secondly,
the abolition of the office of signing registrar. In regard to the former,
we are glad to find that the plans of the new courts provide accommodation
for a branch bank ; but why should so great a boon, more especially to
the poorer suitors, not at once be conceded ? The signature of the
registrar to the Chancery cheques is the relict of an antiquated and
cumbrous system, now happily gone. It is clearly useless, since the
examination and check which it formerly authenticated have been long
ago abandoned as unnecessary. On the other hand, the adherence to the
sigi ature is productive of a vast amount of inconvenience and annoyance,
not only to the legal profession, but to bankers and to the suitors them-
sehes, because the registrar will not sign certain cheques unless he sees
the orders of the court, and these at the time cannot often be had. The
nan e of the Accountant- General attached to the cheques he draws on the
fan<.s held by him should be sufficient, without the counter-signature of
any other official of the court.
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aria.
LALOTTE and Lurlci, beasts of ill.
Still straying ! Think you it will last,
This patience ? Think you I can fast
While you till Domesday feed your fill ?
Have heed, my children, lest there fall
A week of Fridays in your stall.
Eccole ! Race of perjured goats 1
Breed of a rock ! on verjuice reared !
Heaven send your kids may have no beard !
Or that they follow from the cotes
Some other shepherdess, for soon
You will be tethered in the moon !
Up, up ! Stellino ! Bark, and seek !
Bravo, Stellino ! (How they climb !)
Come, children, come, and on my cheek
Breathe, for your breath is sweet with
thyme,
And sweet the air upon the rock,
Whereon, a still and happy flock,
We hang midway, (thus, Lurlei, thus
Sit you, Stellino !) and to us,
Clear as Giacopo's flute below,
The bell rings up from Monaco,
The bell that rings while men, that meet
Upon the church steps or the street,
Bow in the dark, and say, each one,
" Ave Maria ! " and the sun
Is sunk to starlight, and the sea
Breathes back to all men and to me,
" Ave Maria Vergine 1 "
On all the hills is none but us ;
The moon has folded every flower ;
Three hours ago the cytisus
Had lost his petals ; 'tis an hour
Since old Giuseppe, like an arch
Bending beside his mules and wine —
No clock is half so sure a sign
As old Giuseppe— made his march
Down by the Tower, and after him
No wheels come by, the road grows dim.
How still it is ! O lights of eve,
That shine with such a soft surprise
Upon this ring of silent eyes,
In every light I could believe
I saw a thought set free, and heard
In each brown orb the moving word.
Stellino !— Good ! the thought is good,
For good it is to shrive in Lent. —
My child, suppose you wore a hood,
And I, your week-day penitent,
Came to your cell in church to say
What thoughts were in my soul to-day,
When all the noonday sea was blue,
And bell-bound Lurlei led the flock
Upward, and you, my Father, you,
Barked at the lizard on the rock,
And watch at needless season kept,
And when was need of watching, slept.
How often when the Monna, grown
More kind, has brought me from the fair
A comb or kerchief for my hair,
I like to watch, while on the stone
Under the door she sits asleep,
With the last sunlight on her lids !
But this our Lady, who must keep
My soul in peace, who saves my kids
From cold, who sends the flowers in prime,
And grapes and olives in good time,
Making the stony terrace green,
Moistening the mountain burnt with
drought,
Because my eyes had nowhere seen,
I could not praise her to my thought.
I said, " O Lady, show thy face,
A little moment and no more ; "
And then, I hoped that, of her grace,
Bright through the blue sky, I should see
A lady, beautiful as she,
Who on the vaulted high church-door,
Either on fasts or holy days,
Sits in her red robes for our praise,
With the Bambino on her knee.
But still the sunlight laughed the same,
The arch was blue from brink to brink,
Nor answer on the mountain came —
Stellino ! It is hard to think !
AYE MARIA.
209
It ivas this noon, this noon, I said,
When both my eyes were filled with bine,
While from the distaff do\rn I drew,
AY. lazy, I, the silver thread,
The thought leapt through me, clear and
heen,
As one had touched me with a knife,
A ixl, like a bird, I passed within
The circle of our Lady's life ;
So bright, so quick ! Was I the same,
I, Lisa ? Father, thus it came.
Beneath, a thousand metre?, lay
The Prince's garden, where one sees
TIN1, sea-cliff and the cypresses ;
Yet deeper, on the sun-bright bay,
I tl ought there passed a darker mote ;
I srid, " It is the father's boat ;
He has been casting half the day."
I c( uld not see the sail, nor yet
Who held the tiller, who the oar,
I knew the father watched the net,
And always curved it to the shore ;
Hcv.v from his hands it softly slid,
And how with a cool drip the twine
Plashed on the wave, and half was hid,
And how, above the leaded line,
The corks in sunlight seemed to bask
Black as a snake twixt either cask.
Moreover, when the haul began,
I heard — it was not by my ear —
Hov,- up the line, from man to man,
Through the blue shine the shout cut clear.
And Gianni, all but poised a-wing,
Bro^vn Gianni, wave-washed to the knees,
With eyes like Xetta, when she sees
Tho swallow just beyond her spring,
Was bending, while, all bright and wet,
Up • ame the incurved narrowing net,
Firs; the fine meshes, then, between,
A thousand silver inches, seen
In Si, ml and shells, and all inlet
Wit1! weeds of shining green.
While yet on fishes ran my dream,
My - ye, drawn sideways by a gleam
Aga nst the sombre rock-side, showed
Scanet and green along the road,
Kerchief and kirtle ; and I said,
" Th-2se arc the wedding guests. They go
To 1 sa, on the rock below,
To see the little Lotta wed.
V«>L. XVI. — NO. 92.
How beautiful the dresses ! Which
Should be the bridegroom ? He is rich :
Wool in San Ecmo town he sell?,
But, if 'tis gospel Gianni tells,
Halt of one foot ; besides, one hears
Ha snaps his teeth as if -'twere shears,
And has, they say, past forty years.
My Lotta, has it come to this ?
Since, ten years gone, we kissed at school,
Never on mountain did we miss
To join our pasture ; if the mule
Were packed for fair, or thread were
Bpnn,
Or vine-trees cut, we still were one.
And you must go — the first, and I
The elder ! Well, we are sinners all ;
Whichever way the wind is high,
Plump as the chestnut so we fall ;
So says the Padre." But at last
From eyeshot all the pilgrims passed.
Yet still my eye pursued, nor ceased
To watch the scarlet through the town
Strike fire, and in the church kneel down,
And, at the altar, how the priest
Blest both, and joined their hands, and how
They laid the flowers on Lotta's brow,
But when she wore the ring, I felt
The thoughts of Lotta as she knelt.
" Now I am donna all my life.
To-morrow, in San Eemo, they
Who pass i'the streets will nudge, and say,
' Look left ! that is our Sandro's wife.'
And when I sit i'the window niche,
Men will glance up. Ah to be rich !
And to be married ! And to set
Tasks to my maid ! And yet, and yet, —
Is Lisa on the sitnny rock
With Lurlei ? Does she think of me ?
I shall not much with Lisa be ;
I shall not follow with my flock j
Sandro would talk of ' wives that roam,'
And say, ' A housewife's place is home ! '
They say the town is dark and cool,
And the tall roofs so closely meet
Above the stalls of wine and wool,
The rain can scarcely wet the street.
And poor Giacopo ? Well, Heaven knows
An even lot was given to each ;
He cannot say 'twas I that chose
Between the fig-leaf and the peach.
Under my pillow both were free,
I said, ' The peach shall Sandro be,
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AYE MARIA.
The fig is my Giacopo's stake,
And even as I dream, I take.'
That night I dreamed of both, but chief
Of figs ; yet doubtful might it seem ;
So when I dreamed again, the leaf
Was peach. The Virgin sent the
dream."
Then down I looked where in the sun
Turbia lay, and at the door
Of the old hostel, there were four
Who drank, — all still as lizards : one
Who in the water 'neath the wall,
Her kirtle like a poppy bright,
Dipt her brown arms and linen white ;
F(V there the stream, above the fall,
Broadens in a cool pause, and cleaves
A basin green with burdock leaves,
Then leaps, in silver sunlight blind,
Then hides beneath the olives, grey,
Beneath the olives, who shall say
If it be the water or the wind ?
And past the tower with shining tiles,
And down the road that, in and out,
Along the rocky mountain miles,
Winds like the line on a redoubt,
I saw the priest (beside him ran
His shadow, like a sacristan),
Black as a raven, bent his head,
And heavy in the dust his tread.
I saw not, but how oft he drew
The cross upon his breast I knew,
I knew how many a secret sound
Pushed through his lips (like hasty
thieves
Through windows under midnight eaves),
With " Ave ! " or with " Ora ! " round.
Though down he looked and seemed to
read
Letters upon the road, indeed
Road, sea, and mountain were a blank ;
He knew not, he, how many a hoof
Had ringed the dust, and raised a proof
Clear as the Emperor on a franc.
" Ah well ! " said I, " the priest is wise,
And idle brains have busy eyes.
To each a little ! to the priest
Credo and psalm, the sun to me,
To me the flock ; it cannot be
Who keeps the flock should know the
feast,
Nor when 'tis fit in church to bow,
Nor what the Latin means, nor how
To swing the silver censer chains,
Nor when to lift the wafer high,
These things, I say, are past your pains,
My Lisa, then keep you the eye,
But let the Padre have the brains."
Here came my thought, If I can see,
A small day- watcher on my tower,
Unseen, these pilgrims of the hour,
It were a little thing that she,
Who holds her throne with starlight pearled,
Should see all men in all the world ;
Both who bides East, where, as men tell,
Is Genoa, who on sunny capes
Sits by the palm-tree and the grapes,
Who fish the bays to dim Estrelle,
Who on the inland terrace lops
The olive, and sets seeds below,
And if beyond the northern tops
Are any shepherds in the snow,
All things that move, of might or mean,
Are by the heavenly lady seen.
And as my friends at distance stirred
My heart, and drew me to their brink,
As in a ferry, and I heard
Myself the thoughts of Lotta think,
So to our Lady, morn and eve,
The thoughts of men rise up, and weave
A mantle, manifold and fair ;
And all the day, beneath her feet,
They mingle, that the large bright air
Is tremulous, and the time is sweet,
As with cross winds that softly meet,
Or flutes to mountain-tops up-borne,
Or birds fresh wakening in the morn.
Perchance my thought from the sweet stir
Has risen, and it pleases her,
Because remembrance unbcsonght
Is best, and I was glad myself,
When often, on the rocky shelf,
At noon the Lotta shared my thought.
Therefore, while yet we linger all,
Before the stars are out of sight,
And darkened is the roof-tree light,
And Lurlei quiet in the stall ;
Ere I be folded as the sheep
Within the hollows of thy sleep,
And all is silent save the sea,
Santa Maria, hear thou me !
Not much I ask, but that the grass
Be sweeter where my goats shall pass,
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211
And that they pine not, nor let fail
The white milk in the evening pail ;
Jpon my lambs set finer wool,
And let the fish by Sweet south wind
^3e driven till the nets are full,
j"or so the father will be kind.
To Lotta and to Sandro all
(Jood things, and children in due moon
And, Lady, send to Lisa soon
A husband, twice as rich and tall
As Sandro. And that these things be,
( )n mountain and by terrace tree,
At noon and eve, I bend the knee,
Signora nostra Yergine !
3 f any on the shore forget
To say the Ave — since the brow,
When all the limbs are weary wet,
j.s full of slumber — heed not thou :
>\)r I will on the mountain set
A cross, stone-based ; and from the bay,
On every morn, in every year,
Men shall look up, and sometimes say,
" Praise to her name ! The cross is clear
The fishing shall be fair to-day."
Or, sometimes, if the sail be tost
By sudden wave, and on the wind
The Ave bell be seaward lost,
When bitter salt has made them blind,
And sick with wet and hunger, then
Shall some one cry toward the coast,
" 0 Lady ! we are sinful men,
But thou, most pitiful to save,
Send that by dawn we see once more
Our Lisa's cross, and the sweet shore !
Thine is the hour on land and wave,
And strong the Avind, and weak are \ve,
Nor is there succour save of thee,
0 Queen of Heaven ! Star of the sea !
Ora pro nobis, Vcrgiue ! "
W. J. C.
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SUtte §<Uj#tttt at fpeslh.
ABOUT the time of tlie birth of Constantine there rolled over the provinces
watered by the Danube, which Tiberius reduced under the dominion of
Rome nearly three centuries earlier, the first wave of the great barbaric
ocean which inundated Europe and finally flooded the Imperial City.
The Goths swarmed into Pannonia, and hustled out the toga'd warriors
who, in face of these strange enemies, whose reign terminated with the
life of Attila, held their swords with feeble grasp. In another century
the Goths yielded in turn to the terrible Huns. Abares, Gepidae, and
Lombards followed each wave that flowed westward and surged over its
precursor like breakers on the sea shore. Dacia, Pannoma, and Servia
owned an infinity of masters till Charlemagne included them within the
limits of his Western Empire. Biit no power had prestige or force suffi-
cient to avert the march of conquering hordes over the vast plains which
offered such temptations to the pastoral Barbarians. The course of the
Danube guided them westward, and from" each great billow, as it rolled, a
deposit took place, and gradually a compost of races was left, each as distinct
,as the strata in a geological formation. The last of these which was pre-
cipitated on the land, was the Magyar, a puzzle to ethnologists, a part of
a great Arian mystery — Oriental no doubt, Turk or Scythian, a back
current of the Hunic ocean which had been let loose from the now dried-
up reservoirs of the plains in Central Asia. Who they are and whence
they came no one can decide. The theories are learned, ingenious, un-
compromising, and unsatisfactory. What matters it ? Mr. Vambery could
not find a trace of Magyarism in his travels ; but the Emperor of Austria
knows where it can be discovered in intensest development at a moment's
notice. The Magyars say that when their ancestors made up their minds
to move, they did so in such a complete and sweeping fashion that not a
soul was left behind, consequently all efforts to throw light on the nursery
of this interesting self-asserting race are not likely to avail much. Arpad
and his Magyars rushed into Hungary about the period when Alfred the
Great was warring with the Danes. Notwithstanding the numbers and
courage of the new comers, the nations of central and western Europe,
having now settled down under some sort of Government, were better able
to oppose invaders than their ancestors had been, and the Magyars were
checked in their endeavours to overrun Germany, and were finally forced
back to the Waag, the Theiss, and the Danube. In fact they received
severe defeats. Germans, Poles, Tartars, Turks, and Bohemians, over-
came them in turn. They were subject to constant aggression when they
were not making war on their neighbours — a turbulent energetic race, full
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of life, vital force, anil fidgetiness. Their history is exceedingly pic-
turesque and animated ; but to the callous Briton, or the philosophic
Gaul, it is only attractive because of recent events. Are we to be grateful
because many thousands of Hungarians, century after century, fell in
fighting Turks and made a living wall of men to protect us from the inva-
sion of the Mahometan ? How thankful France and England, aye, and
Germany, have been to the Poles for similar services ! We will probably
agree in the view that they could do no less, and that they fought very
much on their own account. And. besides, these Magyars were often
provocative of battle. They would not let sleeping dogs lie. When the
Turk was easy and somnolent they blew trumpets in his ears and walked
on his slippered feet. At times when they had a fight of their own on
hand they invited the Turk to take part in it, and there was a period in
his history when poor " Bono Johnny " never refused any offer of the kind,
but was as jubilant as an Irishman at any opportunity of stepping on the
green for a friendly combat. These Magyars were often worsted, as has been
said by their neighbours, and were scarred and bruised terribly, and their
last "insurrectio," or rising en masse, was put into a cocked hat by one of
Napoleon's lieutenants. But they have a long roll of victories to boast of
over all sorts and conditions of nations. Nevertheless, in 1848 Europe was
startled by the intelligence that Hungary in arms was putting to the rout
the generals of Austria, and that the Kaiser was obliged to entreat
the aid of the Czar to keep his crown on his head. In that reso-
lution was sown the seeds of a hate which may be immortal, and a study
of revenge which lasted nearly twenty years. The Emmetts, Wolfe Tones,
and Fitzgeralds of Hungary did not represent the idea of a faction — they
represented a nation, entire in its nobles, its bourgeoisie, and its people.
Francis Joseph, in whose ears the echoes of cannon of the Vienna barricades
rang for years after he had assumed the imperial purple, could not forget
that the greatest enemies of his rule and dynasty were the Hungarians,
who had deserted his standards, defeated his troops, and had declared
a republic. Ho stiffened his back and hardened his heart and
turned his ear to men who unfolded to him the project of fusing all
the masses of his empire into an Austrian amalgam, in which the
leaden, solid, useful German, the lively, political, unpractical Hungarian,
the stolid yet subtle Croat, the vain, imaginative, intriguing Greek, should
form one placid composite. The Hungarians too would not be fused.
They were submitted to a government analogous to that of the Southern
States by the military commanders of the North. Their taxes were collected
by force or by free quarterings ; good roads were made in spite of them by
the Austrians. But the Austrians were fatigued by a tremendous passive
resistance. The battle of Solferino showed the Emperor there was a
weak spot in his harness, and that his armour and shield were alike vulner-
able. And in 1861 a Diet was called, which was filled with the passions
of 1848. It asked for what could not be granted, unless Hungary was to
»o cast off from the vessel of the state, The Diet was dissolved. The
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interval between that dissolution and the assembling of the Diet which*
was sent about its business after the battle of Custozza, witnessed a
repetition of the process of dragooning which had been resisted so long.
Meantime, Hungary had burst into hoots, menthes, and attilas, had abjured
hats and buttons and bounded into ultra-Magyarism. The German tongue
was renounced, an Austrian uniform was never seen in a decent house,
and the nation asserted itself by the cut of its clothing, and a sartorial war
against the oppressor. What the leaders wanted was their recognition as
a separate power from Austria, the only connection between the two being
that the Emperor of Austria should be accepted as the King of Hungary,
with hereditary rights of succession. They demanded a separate and
responsible ministry, a Hungarian army controlled by the Diet, a financial
budget, and right of self-taxation.
Some really meant what they said, others were induced to make these
demands in the hope that their^persistence would lead to separation from
Austria, caring little what else became of them, or filled with the idea of a
great Danubian State, which could bully its Croats, and Serbs, and Eounians,
as it pleased. >The arguments of the Imperial Government to show the
unreasonableness of many of the assumptions of the Diet were forcible,
and sometimes unanswerable, but little head was made either way till the
Prussian invasion of Bohemia terrified and angered Austria by introducing
in rear of its march a movement against Hungary conducted by Hungarian
exiles. The world beheld the strange spectacle of a god-fearing king, who
believes in divine right and in the sacredness of sovereign power, using the
arms of men who had broken their oaths as citizens, subjects, and soldiers,
to overturn the rule of their legitimate monarch, and allying himself with
ultra -republicans and furious democrats against the most ancient and
orthodox house in Europe. But now it was obvious that Hungary must
be conciliated or Austria would be lost in any future contest. She was the
Ireland on which every enemy counted, but unlike Ireland, Hungary was
united almost as a man, and was a vigorous nation, capable, unaided, of
making defensive war, and aided, of meeting any enemy in the field.
Other rulers might learn a lesson from Francis Joseph. He called to
his presence men whose names and antecedents filled him with repugnance ;
he sacrificed his pride, his dislikes, his love of ease, to his kingly duties/;
he studiously sought the means of a compromise with the popular leaders.
Deak, with equal wisdom and patriotism, helped by many able men, met
his royal master half way as soon as he perceived that there was a chance
of securing the substance of what the Hungarians really desired. There
were conferences and -interviews under the inspiration of M. Von Beust, to
whose sage counsels the change in Francis Joseph's policy must be chiefly
ascribed. Much controversy about lt continuitat " and " the laws of '48 ; "
much heat concerning demands for exclusive military and financial estab-
lishments ; and at last an arrangement for a mixed committee of Austrians
and Hungarians, on what were called common affairs, was agreed upon.
The Hungarians were to have their own Diet and their own Ministry >
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and so it was agreed that the coronation diploma, which is a sort of
formal announcement of the rights of the people, should be prepared,
and that Francis Joseph might take the oaths before heaven as the King of
Hungary, some parts of which, by-the-by, it is scarce possible for him to
execute. In olden times the kings of England were supposed to accept as
a settled obligation the duty of reconquering the lands across the Channel
which had been taken from their ancestors by the French ; and to-day the
King of Hungary is pledged to make war against the Turks, and drive
them Lord Redcliffe knows not where, and to do a number of things he
has no more intention of doing than George I. had of annexing the Pas de
Calais. Francis Joseph came to Buda ; his lovely Queen had gone there
earlier ; but the Hungarians, though respectfully joyous, were not enthu-
siastic, and there was no " moriamur pro rege nostra" from their lips.
The Emperor was delighted with Pesth and the Hungarians. Returned
exiles, some of whom ought to have been hanged long ago, had the
decrees of Austrian courts been carried out, thronged his palace halls,
and the days were near at hand when he was to put on the crown and
mantle of St. Stephen, and ride on a horse and swear an oath, and be
indeed a king.
There were still difficulties to be tided over after it had been determined
to hold the coronation, and there were wearisome delays before the day
could be fixed. No doubt this uncertainty, as well as the attractions of
the Great Exhibition, prevented the attendance of many strangers, but at
no time could it have been expected that many Austrians would be present,
as they detested the whole of the proceedings toto ccelo. The Croats
were as obstinate in refusing to come to Pesth as the Hungarians had
been in absenting themselves from the former Reichsraths at Vienna.
They pinned their faith on Stratornirivitz, who was their new Jellachich,
and there was a fluttering of wings among all the little eaglets in Bohemia,
Gallicia, and Slavonia.
Now, we must all admit that if a king of England should appear at his
coronation in a robe which was worn by William the Conqueror, and with
a crown which belonged to the first Christian monarch of the isle, it would
excite emotion even among the most unpoetical and unimaginative portion
of his subjects. Perhaps it is too much to say " all of us " must admit the
fact, for there are some people who won't admit anything, on principle ;
but at all events one is safe in presuming the adjuncts of such interesting
objects would give the ceremony and the wearer additional attraction in
the eyes of the multitude. As to the Hungarians, it is a revelation from
Heaven to see such things as St. Stephen's mantle and crown. It can be
but seldom they are revealed, for it is only at coronations that the
guardians of these relics permit them to be looked upon, and then these
high officers keep watch and ward for three days, whilst the stream of
spectators rolls on, struggling through the room with eyes fixed on the
helmet crown and the tattered mantle — a very tattered mantle indeed.
Whether it is the same St. Stephen who repudiated the charges of the
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Poole of his day, and covered him with offensive epithets on account of
his little bill for a pair of breeches, we must leave to Notes and Queries ;
but if it were, the defects in a bad nether garment would have been visible
through the royal mantle, had it been in its present condition. Queen
Gisla was a cunning worker and neat-handed, and she covered this sacred
cloak with a vast variety of holy images and symbols, on which time has
done much mischief, so that the lingers of the royal ladies who have
been repairing it since must have been as active with the scissors as with
the needle. As to the crown, there is a tradition of even greater sanctify,
for men will believe that though it was sent to St. Stephen by Boniface,
it was made in heaven, and carried to the Pope by celestial mechanics,
who must have worked very much in the style of human artificers
of that period on the earth. In form it combines the morion and
the coronet, and the stones which are set in it do not offer great
attractions to the admirer of precious jewels. What simple days these
were in which subjects believed in their king so thoroughly that whatever
faith he adopted became theirs at once ! When Stephen became a Chris-
tian he made all his people of the same faith at a coup — a wholesale,
almost miraculous, conversion, if it were not that it might have been
dangerous for any Magyar to profess a faith which his king had renounced.
Much in the same way was it that nations became Catholic or Protestant
subsequently. Bohemia, once so heretic, was converted at the battle of
the "White Mount, and the Protestantism of Hungary yielded to the influence
of the great landowners who remained faithful to the Pope.
When it was announced over here that the Emperor of Austria would
certainly be crowned at Pesth on the 8th of June, there were probably
some dozens of diplomatically- minded persons who were affected by the
intelligence. Why should not he be crowned there ? Why had not he
been crowned before ? Why was he to be crowned at all ? Any Hun-
garian could have expatiated for hours in reply to these questions ; but to
the average British man it was matter of as much inconsequence and
indifference as if he were told that there was to be a new Lama of Thibet
on such a day installed at Lassa. To many millions of people, however,
the subject was of vital importance, — to millions more indeed than there
are people in these isles, — for all the populations of the Austrian dominions
and the conterminous races were deeply affected by the news that all
difficulty between the pretensions of the Crown and the rights of the
Hungarians had been arranged, and that Francis Joseph was to become
not only Emperor of Austria, but King of Hungary. But it was only by an
arrangement, and therefore by a compromise on both sides ; and on both
sides there were partisans who felt that wrong had been done, and who
received the concession with dislike.
In all contests between right and power there is sure to arise a party
which takes the extreme view on each side, and for which there is no
possible end but the supremacy of their principles.- They advance on the
top of the waves and when the flood subsides are left stranded. As the
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French Revolution has left its deposits of Rouges about the world, as the
Italian Revolution has dropped its Mazzinis and its Garibaldis, so the'
Hungarian Revolution has precipitated its Kossuths — men to whom any
compromise seems to be base treason. The party representing Kossuth's
policy were, however, represented in Hungary itself, although they
abandoned the fiction of a republic ; and to them the surrender of the
demands made by the Diet in 1861 was as hateful as the concessions
made to the Hungarians were to the Germans proper and to the Croats of
the Empire.
Very few people knew what the coronation of the Emperor would be
like. They were not aware it was to be a political pageant of no ordinary
significance, and that the Hungarians were going to render it one of the
most singular spectacles ever seen in these modem days. Thousands of
people flock to far less interesting places to behold much less attractive
Bights ; and it may be fairly said that in one respect the coronation was a
failure. Not many strangers came to witness it, and very few of the
Austrians proper, or of the neighbouring peoples.
Up to a few days before the ceremony, there was no positive know-
ledge when it would take place. There were man}' matters of importance
to be decided upon ; and it is well the Magyars set to work so soon to
devise their dresses and give orders to their tailors. As it was, there were
misfits and sartorial failures and heartburnings. There were of coarse
some Englishmen at the show — Frenchmen were all "gravitating"
towards Paris. A few Germans, odd Americans, the members of the diplo-
matic missions, one Croat deputy, — all the rest were Magyar and non-
Magyar Hungarians, with the exception of some Austrians and Roumanb',
who looked in to see how things were getting on.
To Buda it was a disappointment — to Pesth a bitterness of spirit. The
Hungarians are quite well aware that, for all their good qualities, they play
now but a small part on the political stage. They are much like some
veteran bean sabreur, in the uniform of other days, with false teeth, wig,
and paint and patches, who, in antiquated finery, totters along in the
crowd which has assembled to see the youthful warriors returning vic-
torious from the battle of the hour. They have insisted on taking a step
far back into the Middle Ages, and have erected a barrier between
themselves and Europe. With German — even with Latin — they had
a language which enabled them to be of Europe. But with Hungarian !
It is only the language of some five millions at most. Russian is spoken
by 60,000,000, at all events.
And if even the troubled races of Sclavonic origin can find a common
language, there will be many millions of people erecting a wall between
their nationality and European civilization. Every nation is the best
judge of its own happiness ; and if the Hungarians revert to a
tongue in which there is no original work that has been deemed
worthy of widely-read translations, they must take their own course.
They have been too busy fighting all their lives, they say, to study
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the arts and sciences and to cultivate literature ; but the Grecian
'and Italian Republics had no inconsiderable share of the same amuse-
ments in their day, and }~et they contrived to produce poets, painters,
sculptors, and writers of the first order in extraordinary numbers. The
Hungarians, however, had great orators ; and, judging by Kossuth's
English speeches, he must have made on his countrymen's minds im-
pressions such as are due to the highest efforts of eloquence. They have
historians, poets, novelists, and painters ; but even national vanity cannot
assign to them a commanding position. The result is, that other
European nations know little of the feelings and even of the history
of their eccentric brother, and that the event so very important to him did
not widely move their sympathies.
On the morning of the 3rd of June I found myself in a carriage of
the train proceeding to Strasbourg, with three Germans who had been at the
Paris Exhibition, and were returning full of anecdotes of the hardness of
the beer and the monstrosity of the charges and the incivility of the
French. They read Bacdecker and smoked at intervals, became excited as
the train approached the Rhine, " hoched " when they had crossed it, and
were quite pleasant and inoffensive till a dreadful Pole of Posen got in at
Kehl. Such a man as that was ! He had a round bullet head with
closely- cropped hair, an obstinate bullet forehead, with a deep scar across
it, shaggy reddish eyebrows, a small blue-grey eye with a black pupil,
snub nose, high cheek bones, heavy red moustache, and shaved cheeks
and chin ; dressed well, carried a huge signet ring on his forefinger, and a
tremendous pipe of ineffable blackness. He spoke all languages ; dis-
puted on all points ; talked whilst he smoked — which was always ; never
slept ; bounced about on his seat, turning now from one and now to
another, with his forefinger giving point to an observation in his adversary's
ribs. He had fought all over Germany in '48 ; did not like what had
happened before that time from the day of his birth, and was disgusted with
everything since. He had fought at Berlin, at Radstadt, at Vienna ; he
was a good Catholic, but he considered the Pope a nuisance ; he was an
indifferent Prussian, for he hated Bismarck, he regarded Francis Joseph and
Austria as political enormities, and thought Napoleon III. was an impostor.
England was only a workshop full of dishonest mechanics, about to be
pulled down and overturned by Americans and Irish Fenians. The very
salt of the earth was Polish, and it was not Polish unless it was Posenish ;
and Russia was the source of all the corruptions of the world, which
this salt alone could cure. It w?.s positively miraculous to hear
that man talk, to see him smoke, to catch the fire of his pipe,
the outline of his figure in gesticulation, and the tone of his high full
voice through the night ! At Ulm he got out, and returned no more,
and the wearied Germans with the air of men who had been fighting
bravely at Ephesus and had got the worst of it, grunted and went to sleep,
to wake up in the morning and look on the plain outside Munich. And lo !
there were columns of infantry, and squadrons of cavalry at work as if
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the Bavarians had not learned the army was just worth as much as if they
were Nuremberg toys. What on earth does Bavaria want of an army ?
We know she won't fight. She has no colonies to protect — her Bund is
dissolved. At a moment when honour, duty, treaties, promises, called on
them to fight last year we all know what the Bavarians did. And yet these
honest beer-drinking people believe they are a military power, and pay
9,500,000 florins a year for their army, and keep up a force of 157,000
infantry, 21,000 horse, and 186 guns, out of a population much less than
that of Ireland ! Let us get on from Munich, although it be with a
German baroness who smokes cigarettes, and who has a French husband
and a large family of children in a state of normal rebellion. At four
o'clock, however, we could get on no further. The engine declared itself
incompetent some way beyond Linz, and selected for its repose, with great
judgment, a place opposite a station at which the telegraph was out of
order. So a man was despatched on foot to the next station to send us
the news, and the population of the train set itself to make the best of the
circumstances with great philosophy. There were corn fields by the road-
side. Some wandered in and ate the unripe ears — others culled flowers —
some played with the ballasting, and chucked pebbles in the water. A
great tabaks concilium was held over the engine, which was declared to be
a very evil-minded piece of mechanism. One asserted it must be an
" English machine" — to be so bad. Men, women, and children — all
except the husband of the German baroness, who had true French
impatience in him — would have been content to remain shuffling about and
conversing de omnibus as long as the glorious sun was lighting up the
beautiful Austrian landscape, with the outlines of the Tyrolese Alps on our
right, and the wooded heights over the valley of the Danube on our left ;
but the engine from Linz came puffing along, and in a few minutes we
were bumped and butted onwards, and then drove into a thunder-storm,
which toyed with the train for an hour or so, and pursued us almost
into Vienna — the Paris, and better than the Paris, of Eastern Europe.
No Volksgarten — no' JPrater — no anything to-night ! That shower of
rain had driven every Viennese of them all into the beer-halls, and so to
Sacher's for supper, and then to bed at any hotel you please, in the
snuggest, best furnished bed-room possible, at which Charing Cross, mi
tromemc, would be in despair, and the Grand Hotel au Icr -j- n would be
in disgust — Romischer Kaiser, Osterreichischer Hof, Munsch, Archduke
Charles — any will do, though various in cooking, and wines, and atten-
dance. The news is certain. The Emperor will be crowned on 8th June.
The ambassadors and ministers go to-morrow — some early, some by
2-30 P.M. train. The Danube is high, but it needs early rising to go
down by boat, and so the afternoon train is decided on — that is, I decide
upon it, but my courier and valet has very imperfect notions about time,
and is in that capacity a man of original character. All the way from
England he has been a nuisance to me. He began by sitting on my best
hat ; next, he lost my new umbrella ; further, he was nearly left behind at
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Calais ; further, he was late with the luggage at Paris, so that I missed
the train and had to stay a night in the horrors of an over-crowded hotel ;
and ever since then I have been clutching him out of beer-houses and
driving him into his carriage as the train starts.
At last it became a joke among iny friends, who were amused by my
constant care and attention, and I was asked whether I had been up to
waken my valet, or had brushed his boots ; and if, as sometimes it
happened, he did not appear in very neat trim in the morning, I was
rebuked for not having taken him up his shaving water.
No one who saw Vienna to-day could have imagined that so great an
event in the history of the Austrian Empire was about to take place close
at hand. But ten short months ago, and those tortuous streets, now so
listless, were filled with Hungarian soldiery, and with the white-coated
army of the Kaiser. The cafes were full of excited and fearful citizens ;
the heights crowded with anxious groups looking across the Danube over
the flat plains of the Marchfeld for traces of the advancing Prussians ; and
now and then were commotions in the thoroughfares as wounded prisoners,
the victims of outlying cavalry skirmishes, were hauled through the streets,
or some miserable creature, who had been seized^ as a spy, was dragged
along to death.
The streets were now in their normal state. Vienna has been accustomed
to such terrors of the foe ; and long ere the French were accustomed to
march in und out as they pleased, Hungarians and Turks had encamped
beneath her walls and threatened her with sack and pillage bombardment
and storm.
By a merciful dispensation for tardy people the Vienna railways
always give grace of some fifteen or twenty minutes, and so we managed
to get away from the NordBahn station by the 2*30 afternoon train, on the
5th, which was filled with the diplomacy of the great and little powers.
Over the Danube sped the train and out through the fortifications of
Florisdorf, which already afford a warning to man. " Put not your trust in
earthworks." The winter's rain has cut deep crevasses in scarp and
counterscarp, and the spring and early summer have brought forth their
crops of weeds and wild flowers ; but the Austrian, wisely doubting the
defensive power of the great wet ditch of the Danube, is about to construct
permanent works around one of the most easily defended capitals in
the world.
Within a few miles of Florisdorf, hid in the ripe honours of the
glorious harvest, lie the famous fields of Aspem, Essling, and Wagram,
marked solely by the little church spires which rise above the corn. Right
and left spread the undulating fields of the Marchfeld, and here and there
around 'the simple villages of whitewashed houses with shingled roofs,
are spread great commons covered with flocks of geese and herds of
Hungarian cattle.
The peasants, nnvexed of Prussians, are tilling the fields or tending
their flocks ; the men in loose linen drawers and boots, the women only
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distinguished from the men by wearing handkerchiefs bound round their
heads and fastened under the chin. The bridge over the March, which
was destroyed as the Prussians advanced, has been temporally repaired,
and the train passed over it very gingerly, whilst the creaking and
groaning of the plunks gave notice that they were not permanently intended
for such pressure. Then we passed from the plain through some
hillocky ground and mild hills, the end of the spur of the While
Carpathians which runs down to the Danube at Presburg. These almost
shut out the battle-field of which Austrians and Prussians claim the
advantage, on that memorable Sunday when the flag of truce, upborn in
the sight of the fierce-fighting battalions, stayed the sanguinary combat.
From Presburg, almost to Pesth itself, there is one vast plain which
now is covered with black masses of horses, herds of cream-coloured cattle,
fiocks of sheep ; bounded on the left by hillocks and ridges crowned with
vineyards, and on the right marked by ruined castles, towns, and
monasteries, dotting the course of the Danube.
The lights of Pesth were set in the darkness «of night ere the train
arrived at the station and delivered its passengers to the mercy of Magyar
porters and cabmen.
The strongest man took his luggage ; the unscrupulous took other
people's ; the weaker went to their hotels. I do not know what class I
belong to, but I know I got my own luggage, and my invaluable cornier
carried off sxmiebody else's ; it would bo unjust to my companion, a
stout countryman, who belonged to the Wurtemburg hussars, if I did not
attribute my success to his efforts. It was very pleasant to get into tho
Kdnigin von England, particularly as the Oberkelner laughed at the idea
of finding a refuge in the hosteliy, and utterly repudiated a premonitory
telegram. However, >he was quite open to admit the efficacy of an engage-
ment made for a bed-room a month before — that we could have, but no
more if we coined our blood for drachmas.
The room was small, the Wurtemburg hussar was large — nor is the
writer exactly one of those angelic bodies which can dance or sleep in large
numbers on the point of a needle — but somehow or other two beds were
rigged up ; the impracticable courier was disposed of in a crib among some
blacking brushes, empty bottles, and Croat servants ; and we sallied forth
into the streets of Pesth to mingle with the thousands, who, like ourselves,
were staring at the preparations for the forthcoming pageant. The crowds
were more, far more, worthy of attention than the objects which attracted
their regards. Women in pork-pie hats are no great novelties in
England, but when they add to these headdresses, which are called
Hungarian hats, a costume which is in many parts prse- crinoline, and a
peculiar mode of wearing it, the ensemble attracts notice. And their
cavaliers were still more remarkable, for they wore their boots over their
trousers, repudiated buttons on their frock-coats, and insisted on assuming
pork-pie hats without feathers. Pesth is a city of modem Germany.
There are cdd signs over the doors, and the shopkeepers, of whom most
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boast German names, will put their Christian after their surnames, so that
you read Smith John and Jones William a la Magyar. There are fine
signboards in the Vienna fashion — bad pave and much dust — houses high
and streets tortuous — many tall chimnies of sugar factories and breweries,
and those manufacturing processes which make a town so unattractive to
any stranger, except the statistical, political, economical, and mercantile
wanderer. There were tall painted poles and garlands at the street
corners ; but the city was still in the grub state, and gave no promise of
its butterfly development. At the Konigin von England most of the
young diplomatists were seated in a cool gallery outside the dining-room,
and looking out on the court-yard, where it was cool and exclusive. The
elder brethren of the craft had sent their attaches away, probably in order
to have their room to themselves and a little snug gossip. There was a
gloom on their young faces. And well there might. It came whispered
about that there was bad news from Vienna concerning the state of the
Archduchess Mathilde — a special favourite of all people. 'Why should
she not be so ? Illustrious by birth, she had rendered herself beloved for
her goodness. Youthful, graceful, fair to look upon, exceedingly accom-
plished, lively and amiable she was in her way — oh, how much stood in
it ! — a sister of charity — the charm of a court — the comfort of many a
lowly dwelling. For long days and nights she had suffered from her
dreadful burns. Why repeat the sad story ? Her resignation moved
all those around her as much as her pain, and now it was that she was
to be removed from all anguish for ever. The news, in fact, prepared
every one for the worst. The coronation would not be postponed, but it
was felt that all gaiety and ball-giving and dancing would be out of
place, and so many costly preparations would go for nought. The
Emperor and his fair wife, and the small court keeping up their haughty
simple state over the water at Buda, had a heavy shadow cast on their
to-morrow ; for with the news of the sad condition of Archduke Albrecht's
daughter came the report that Maximilian was in the hands of the
Mexican Republicans, and men who knew what 1hey were feared to think
of his fate. So all went to bed in Buda and Pesth with a sense of
melancholy. In my chamber slept or reposed the Wurtemburg hussar ;
and, although I have no objection to hussars of Wurtemburg " in the
abstract," I think a specimen is objectionable when he is over four-
teen stone, and reposes two feet from you in a very small room on an
intensely hot night. Joy came in the morning, but not in the shape of
my courier and valet ; for of him for hours after were no tidings, and then
unfortunately he came to the surface, and to the top story of the Konigin,
and was alive after all. The Magnates were sitting, and the House of
Representatives — matinal as these Hungarian are — were in full sitting,
and we were to go off and see them ; for was not Belus, Lord of Sequins,
to be our cicerone ?
Now as to what was to be seen in the Diet, has it not been recorded in
the chronicles of the newspapers by their special correspondents ? There
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are old paintings to bo met with all over the world, which hang up in
one's memory. " The Doge receiving the Turkish Ambassadors," or the
" Field of the Cloth of Gold," or Louis the Great besieging some place —
you know the kind — men in strange dresses, with swords and jewelled
raiment. The Peers and Commons of Hungary recalled these pictures of
the past. There were malcontents who wore black cloth and sheaths to
their swords, and unadorned black caps; and there were marvels of
richness, such as Count Bela Szechenyi, Count Waldstein or Wallenstein,
Count Bathyany, quos cnumerare lonyissimum est. But after all I sought
out Deak first, as all comers would do, and found him not, for he did not
appear to be in the House. He is, physically, too big a man to be
overlooked, and could not be smothered up like our Lord Russell, or the
Maccallum More, or Sir John Pakington, or Messrs. Koebuck and Whalley,
and other senators who are like Horace, at least in that they are modo
bipcdali staturd. The coachmen, footmen, and life hussars of the nobles
were more radiant than their masters ; but many of the Lower House
went up with the address to the palace at Buda in the large, commodious,
open carriages which serve as omnibuses in Pesth.
There was an old historic figure missing in the pageant. Who could
forget the courteous, kindly grandee, shining a perfect chrysolite, from
diamond spur and heel to aigretted cap, at the Moscow Coronation, just
eleven -years ago ? The friend of emperors, and almost the peer of kings,
Prince Esterhazy was an object to be missed by any who had seen him
then. And to think of the jewels — some of them at least — ticketed and
marked off for sale in a London auctioneer's ! And what are lost for ever
• — the anecdote, the knowledge of courts and men — the memories of times
when there were giants fighting on earth.
There is in the city of Pesth a most hospitable and excellent club — the
Casino — to which every stranger was invited as an honorary member, the
only exception being the British Ambassador and his suite. By some
quaint misapprehension they were left out ; but the suite were not aware
of the fact, and came all the same. The Duke de Graniont and his
secretaries and attaches were duly inscribed ; but what was even-body's
business was done by nobody, and so Lord Bloomfield and his following
were left out in the cold. The Casino was a very refuge : in addition to
the excellent library and reading-rooms, there was an admirable restaurant,
to which, in the heat and fatigue of the day, the afflicted sightseer could
repair for food and shelter. There, this evening, at a table close at
hand, I saw a man mumbling the end of a cigar : a heavily-built, large-
headed, and slow-moving man, of a complexion the French would call
lasane; a heavy face and forehead, obscured by a low descending thatch
of thick iron-grey hair; very shaggy eyebrows; a dark and not very
brilliant eye ; a thick greyish moustache and shaven cheeks. He wore
dark clothes, trousers, and boots, and had the air of a Ion petit bourgeois.
And this was Deak ; and here or at the Kunigin von England he might be
seen daily and nightly, — never at the ceremonies and receptions and state
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pageants held in honour of the consummation of his work. One night
when there was a great clamour in the street outside, and all the members
flocked to the window and reported that the Emperor and Empress were
passing below in an open carriage, looking at the illuminations, and
surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd, Deak, who was sitting in the
room, merely gave a sort of grunt when he was told what it was, and
went on with his sweet omelet. He would not move to the window
to look at the spectacle.
On the 6th the Magnates and Representatives appeared in the world
iii their full feathers. They were graciously received by the Emperor and
Empress; and in the afternoon the great ladies were presented to her
Majesty at a sort of drawing-room, the Emperor not being present, but
looking on all the while from another apartment or gallery, so that he
could admire the quaint toilettes and their fair owners. One lady I saw
ere she set out on her journey, and it needed all the exertions of a devoted
husband, an excellent son, and a numerous valetry, to get her train in
order and to sweep her up in safety to her carnage. It was a Hungarian
dress of the old style ; and all I can say is, that it was very rich, very-
extensive, very becoming, and most charmingly, patriotically, and mar-
tyrically borne by the countess whom it enshrined. The great amusement
of that afternoon was in the Stadt Wiildchen — a rough kind of Rotten Row,
very extensive and very dusty, — in which cavaliers ride and ladies and
gentlemen drive and look at each other, the walks at the side being
crowded by loungers. There was a want of what we would call style in
the ensemble of the riders. The felt hats, and boots over their trousers, and
the single-breasted buttonless coats did not look like dress ; and the habit
of wearing large numnahs under the saddles detracted from the look of
many fine horses ; but as to the riding there could be no mistake, for, with
too niucli of the circus about it, the horsemanship of most of the men,
who delighted to "bucket" about their steeds, was very good. In the
Waldchen there are gardens where gipsy bands may be heard and ices
eaten and flirtations carried on. The gipsy bands we have all heard
of, and they are, if good, indeed worth hearing. Imagine a group
of street musicians, not very well clad and mostly with Jewish coun-
tenances of mean aspect, small receding foreheads, big ears, and inani-
mate looks, sawing away at their fiddles ; and you do not, if you
succeed, raise an agreeable image. But listen to them for a little",
and when the wonderful unison, fire, and sentiment of their playing
has done its work open your eyes and 3*011 will see a transformation.
Each man there is inspired ; his face has changed, his soul is at the
tips of his fingers, trembling up and down the fibres from wThich he is
evolving such harmony ; and you no longer wonder why a Magyar will
oftentimes fling down his purse to the despised musicians with a little
fortune in it. In the evening there was a reception at Count Karolyi's,
which only differed from such assemblies in an European capital in that
it gave the idea of a fancy ball, owing to the Magyar dress of the men, for
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the ladies were attired like the Frenchwomen, against \vhoso luxe cffrene
a veteran senator waged an idle war. Instead of livened servants and
men in black — those respectable persons who are so distracting to the diffi-
dent tyro — there were gentry in grand hussar uniforms and military-looking
attire, who seemed ill-employed in lining staircases and handing about
ices. They would all, high and low, have been happy but for the pitiful
news. The Archduchess Mathilde was dying, some said was dead !
Albrecht, conqueror of Custozza, was known to be no philo-Magyar, but none
could refuse their sympathy to that much-afflicted man. Surely if the sins
of the fathers be measured by visitations on the children, there must have
been many workers of iniquity among the elder Hapsburgs. And sitting in
anguish with her heart far away there is yet another for whose grief
her bitterest enemy must feel — the proud ambitious mother of the poor
Emperor, thousands of miles from the land he loved, and where he was so
dearly loved even by the foes of his house, wrhose fate was so soon to be
sealed in blood.
All next day the Kaiser was working and fasting in his palace
of Buda. He entertained the ambassadors, ministers, and diplomatic
corps at a banquet wrhich was very creditable to the cook. It was a fast
day and no meat could be served at the table of the Most Catholic King ;
but so little was the want felt that a carnivorous Briton was fain to admit
he had never had a better dinner in his life. There is a grandeur and
simplicity in the Austrian Imperial table. The dinners at a large stock-
broker's or a big brewer's are better, gastronomically considered, than
the feasts at Schonbrunn or Buda, but the company is not quite so good
in the matter of quarterings, though it may be more lively and enter-
taining. The family keep early hours, the dishes are simple, the wines
excellent, but the finest plate is not produced on any but extraordinary
occasions. The Emperor cares not much for state ; he likes his soldier's
uniform and would never willingly exchange it for anything but
his Tyrolese hunter's dress, in which the uncovered knees and short
cuisse pieces terminating above the knee somewhat recall the kilt.
The Hapsburgs consider themselves the finest gentlemen in Europe, but
they are rather shy and are sometimes brusque. Still they are the most
accessible sovereigns in Europe as far as their subjects are concerned, and
the poorest is not denied an audience, or refused admission to the Emperor's
palace. We cannot be so free in constitutional countries, where the divinity
\vhich hedges the king is generally a detective policeman in plain clothes.
And when all were gone this great Kaiser fasted on. Probably he,
an emperor, crowned and accepted, soon to be a king — the exile with
a mocking title, and unhonoured crown, soon to be steeped in blood —
bethought him often of the brother whose pale hue of native resolution was
never sicklied over with the pale cast of any fear except such as doth
become a man. And yet that gallant Max was the man who had made
\ he heart of Austria throb with a fervid pulse when she was nigh beaten to
i he dust; for from his care and fostering providence came forth the
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fleet that won at Lissa, and completed the mantle which was woven at
Custozza.
Through the night came the clamour of preparation. There were
rivets to be closed, and stitches to be sewed, and boats to be eased.
That night there was another reception, at which the question asked
by every stray Briton was " How am I to see the coronation to-morrow?"
Lord Bloomfield, the Ambassador of her Majesty, is one of the kindest and
most agreeable of diplomatists, but he had been informed that there would
be scarcely room enough for his own suite, and he could scarcely under
those circumstances hope to extend the cover of his protection to those
who did not belong to the embassy.
Count Zapary, to whom the arrangements had been entrusted, took,
perhaps, rather a limited view of his functions, and there were, therefore,
many demands on the time and patience of the unaccredited friend of the
human race, who, in the guise of Count Bela Szechenyi, was supposed to
be able to do what ambassadors, princes, potentates, and powers con-
ceived to be impossible.
There was this distracting circumstance to be attended to, that the
ceremonial commenced in one city and was continued and ended in another,
and that between the two there was no less an obstacle than the Danube,
spanned, to be sure, by Tierney Clarke's suspension bridge, but still not
to be got over after a certain hour, and that a very early one. The actual
ceremony of the coronation took place in the parish church of Buda, on
the right bank of the Danube, to which the imperial procession went from
the palace in carriages. But then when the King came forth — a real
king, indeed, crowned with the crown of* St. Stephen, and wearing the
mantle of Gisella — there began the great dramatic equestrian performance
in which he, riding to Pesth, took the oath of what may be called
fealty to his subjects before the Town Hall of the city, and then acted
the most impressive part of his role, in which, riding up the Coronation
Mound, he spurred his steed towards the four quarters of the world,
and thrusting his sword through the air, bound himself to maintain the
rights and dominions of Hungary, and to rescue the spoils of Christianity
from the hands of the infidel. There are people who sleep calmly ere the
executioner taps them on the shoulder, and who wake up from pleasant
dreams to find the grim myrmidon at their bedside with the bonds and jibes
of dishonourable death ; but it is to be doubted if any man who has
not the least idea of where he will be placed when the morning comes on
which he is bound to see the great spectacle, is stoical enough to close his
eyes in solid slumber. There were thousands of seats and hundreds of
windows to be had for money in Buda and in Pesth, but in none of them
could all the conditions be accomplished which were required by a con-
scientious sightseer.
Certainly any attempts to sleep in the " Queen of England " that night
needed the certainty of a place for the morrow to ensure the smallest chance
of success. Clothes were corning home from tailors, heavy-booted retainers
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were marching along the passages, doors banged, and summonses in many
tongues for wondering domestics broke through the night air ; but even
the susurous breathing of my Liechtenstein Hussar on the close adjoining
bed did not extend its influence to my couch. " One ! two ! three ! " the
clocks chimed and tolled. I might have heard " four," but that from the
Blocksberg rolled through the morning, air the peal of the cannon which
av/oke into life all who were happy enough to sleep. It was a preposterous
hour, and somehow or another a calm followed, during which " five o'clock "
escaped me, and I was in my first sleep when the tall, austere form of
a knight, clad in the full splendour of the British diplomatic uniform,
appeared at my bedside, and with gentle admonition roused me to the
fact that " my hour had come." But if that were so, my inimitable valet
did not imitate the hour, — a fact which would have been of little conse-
quence had he not been in intimate relation with my boots and uniform.
Where he was in that many-chambered house who could say ? Repeated
experiments had demonstrated the utter futility of ringing the bell as a
means of procuring attendance. All this would have been very distracting,
but that the good to be derived from immediate preparation was not very
great or decided. In fact, the kind diplomatist charged with affairs could
not answer for my getting into the church, and I could make quite sure
of getting to my window, humanly speaking. It would depend on our
finding a particular man in a particular place at a particular time ; to wit,
Count B. S., in front of the cathedral, where the ambassadors' carriages
arrived, and, if all these contingencies were disposed of, there was the
still large doubt whether Count B. S., who had given up the notion of
entering the church, although a magnate inter magnates, could procure
admission for me. To drive up the hill of Buda that warm morning
through balconied and platformed streets ; to fail in obtaining admission ;
and then to return, like a dog in a racecourse, scuttling back on foot down
those long lines of unsympathising eyes and open mouths ; to be chaffed in
Magyar, and to be in a hurry, co-raw populo ; and as the bridge was closed
10 every one after the King set out from the palace for the church, hurry
vas obligatory, — that was a terrible picture, finishing with the chance of not
being able to get to my window. It was in fact a terror which in some
i ort reconciled me to the involuntary confinement in my room to which I was
exposed in that trying moment. It was a fair fine morning. Buda some-
how looks like Edinburgh Old Town, and if the Danube flowed in the
\ ;roove in which the railway now passes between the Castle and New Beekie,
the resemblance would be still greater, with some such slight changes as
] aishing the Blocksberg from the proper right to the proper left of the city,
find making the Cannongate clean, and having no Holyrood at all, and
illling Pesth with tall chimney stacks. Even without these mutations there
i { a similitude in general effect, and if Edinburgh were dressed out in flags
\ herever flags could fly, — black, white, and yellow, and all colours, and
t irned all her people into the streets, and gathered up the wildest High-
landers, and then turned on a stream of chivalrv, formed of the most
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remarkable dresses of the Middle Ages, she would repeat what was
done at Bucla this 8th of June, with sufficient accuracy and verisimilitude.
But there was much in this sight which was peculiarly Magyar and national,
as well as picturesque. With all their fantasies the Magyars are a practical
people in looking to their interests and maintaining their rights. They
have fought for equality with Austria, and they have got it, and with
equality they have insisted on their predominance over the races which
live in their lives, so that less than four millions and a half of them are
masters of more than four millions and a half of Germans, Slaves, and
Roumans, and Croats ; just as much as the Southron Scots ruled it over the
Highlands. But inasmuch as the Highlanders were in language and attire
more distinct from the Saxon than the Southrons were, they have won
such a moral supremacy over their old masters that then- name has becomo
synonymous with Scotch, and their regiments and their attire are called by
the national name ; so the Hungarians en masse availed themselves of their
native speech and manners and dress, to point their . contest with the
Austrians, and reverted to obsolete costumes and habits to mark their
generic distinctiveness. In their sturdy independence they are Southron
Scots all over — like the men who bled with Wallace, and who followed
Bruce, and who had nothing whatever to do with the men of the clans, their
natural enemies. In their love of feathers and ancient and fancy costumes
they resemble the Celt of the Highlands, and like him, are fond of traditions
of old times. There was a wonderful smack of what was old even in the
newest costumes, and as for the sheep-skin clad creatures, who looked at
the figures around them with the sort of look you may see in the eye of a
bullock as it is driven through a crowd of cabs and passengers in
Farringdon Street, they were just the same men as the lieutenants of
the Caesar of the day found sixteen hundred years ago tending their herds
by the waters of the Danube.
To get to the window looking out on the Kronungs-hugel, the artificial
mound composed of earth brought from all the counties of Hungary, so
as to be an epitome of the kingdom, was not a difficult matter, for in
that part of the world the crowd is readily cleared by any vessel in fine
bunting and canvas. And there, after a time, the patience of all was
rewarded by seeing one of the most original and quaint pieces of pageantry
ever devised. It was scarcely possible to believe it was real ! Could it
be a real king who was capering about amid the people, or was it a player
paid for doing the part ? No. It was veritably what it was given out to
be, and that was Francis Joseph of Austria, who was coming out of the
archway at the bridge, on the curvetting steed, in the old mantle and
the dingy crown. Who can share the feelings which rule the heart
of one whose ancestors have been kings or emperors for eight hundred
years, or dive into the recesses of a Hapsburg heart ? The youngest
of them all must be as ancient as a Pharoah in his thoughts and
in the manner in which he looks out on the outer world. Francis
Joseph is a Hapsburg from heel to head — self-willed, brave, persevering,
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tenacious, yet yielding when some dexterous hand has found out the
joints in his mail. And here he was going through a ceremonial which
was in fact an admission of his defeat and the token of a subverted policy.
But he did it well. Never did knight of old bear lance better in the
press of the tournament or in the lists than did the Kaiser in his ancient
robes going through the fantastic rites prescribed for him. He fasted,
he lay on his stomach with his face to the ground in the church as flat as
— well as a pancake ; he was oiled and greased and annointed ; he was
wiped dry ; he was dressed and undressed ; he was put on a most unruly
Bucephalus ; he took strange oaths and made impossible vows ; and in
every act and portion of his part ho, was erect, solemn, conscious
and kingly. Xo smile on his lips, no frown on his brow — impas-
sive— a sphinx-like look about the man as one who was bent on
a work adored by Fate and Heaven. The whole of the proceedings
were over long before it was expected, and the king had returned over the
bridge and gained his palace ere midday. There wras still one thing to ba
done ere he could be let alone and be at rest. The dinner was spread for
himself and his fair queen and for four of the great ones of Hungary, but ere
the monarch could taste of the food which was served to him by the
greatest of the magnates in full dress, it was needful that the table should
be ornamented with a piece of one of the roast oxen which the people were
devouring in an adjacent meadow ; and with one solitary toast given by the
king — " Elgin a haza " (Long live our country) — the banquet ended. What
the end of this day's work may be no one can foretell ; but certain it is no
more remarkable sight has been witnessed in its way by this generation, or
even by those who assisted at the coronations, many and splendid as they
have been, which have graced this half century.
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€okmm f nfame."
THOSE who have had the privilege of reading in the original that chef
d'oeuvre of modern Italian literature, "I Promessi Sposi," by Manzoni,
will not fail to have been powerfully impressed with the wonderful force
and vigour of his description of the great plague in Milan in the year 1630,
of the horrors of the " lazzeretto " and of the thousand infamous and
brutal acts of violence committed in the name of justice by terror-stricken
governors urged on by an ignorant and demoralized population. The firm
belief in tha wilful propagation of the plague by lawless persons by means
of some powder or ointment smeared on the walls of the city, so ably
commented on by Manzoni in this book, was not as we know common to
Milan. In most accounts we read of the ravages of that dreadful pestilenco
— the scourge of the seventeenth century in London, Geneva, Turin,
Florence, and Palermo — and even in more recent severe visitations of Asiatic
cholera, we find traces of a similar superstition. In Milan, where the terror
and panic ran so high, and where the torture extorted from scores of persons
an absolute confession of the horrid crime imputed to them, we have in
the records of the criminal proceedings abundant evidence of the strange
infatuation, ignorance and depravity of both rulers and people. In these
enlightened times we are perhaps hardly capable of estimating with strict
justice the extent to which an ignorance of physical laws may in times of
panic have distorted the judgment of sober men. It is, however, not so
much an argument against the application of the torture that it has
repeatedly been applied to extort confession of crimes morally and physically
impossible, as the fact that by its instrumentality thousands of perfectly
innocent persons have suffered. Ignorance may produce great incon-
veniences but not crime ; and an institution essentially bad cannot apply
itself "da se." We cannot, therefore, shift the burden of guilt altogether
on the shoulders of an ignorance of the possible and impossible, or acquit
the judges of a culpable and ignoble terror which led them on to acts of
undoubted injustice and violence. In Milan, in the year 1630, many persons
were condemned to suffer torture and death for having smeared the walls
of the city with, an ointment which propagated the plague ; we know that
this was an impossible crime, but the authorities of that time considered
these acts so atrocious and the condemnations so meritorious that they
caused the house of one of the principal of the reputed " untori," or
annointers, to be pulled down, and on its site to be erected a column, entitled
" Infame," or infamous, on which was inscribed the offence arid its punish-
ment. This column was destroyed in 1778, and some years ago the author
was acquainted with a Milanese gentleman who remembered well this
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curious relic of barbarism. The history of the circumstances which led to
the erection of this " Colonna Infame " is ably described by Manzoni in a
kind of appendix to his. celebrated story "I Promessi Sposi," and I propose
giving a succinct account of what was perhaps one of the most reckless and
blind perversions of criminal justice that history can produce.
It was during the height of the terrible plague, and towards half-past
four o'clock in the morning of the 21st June, 1630, that a silly woman
called Caterina Rosa happened by misfortune to look out of the window of
a kind of gallery that Was at the entrance of a street called Vetra de Citta-
d'ni, at the end looking towards the "Porta Ticinese," when she saw a man
enveloped in a long black cloak and his hat dr.awn down over his eyes ; he
h id some paper in his hand, on which (she said in her subsequent deposi-
tion) he appeared to be writing. She held the man in view, and observed
that he kept very close to the wall ; and turning the corner, she remarked
that at intervals he drew his hand along the wall. Then, added the woman,
it occurred to me that perhaps this was one of the persons who went about
smearing the walls with ointment to propagate the plague. Taken with
si:ch a suspicion, she passed into another room, the window of which
looked up the street the man had taken, and here again she observed that
ho constantly rubbed his finger along the wall. At another window of the
same street was another spectatress, named Octavia Bono, who could not
say whether she conceived the same suspicions by herself, or whether they
canie after hearing the rumours that had got abroad. This woman, when
examined, deposed to having seen the man from the time of his first
CE trance into th6 street ; but she can say nothing about his rubbing his
lirnd or finger against the wall. "I saw," she said, "that he stopped
suddenly at the end of the garden- wall of the house * delle Crevelli,' and
I noticed that he had some paper in his left hand on which he appeared to
be writing. I afterwards saw him rub the paper on a part of the garden-
wdl where there was a little whitewash." Most probably the poor man
WKS only trying to clean some inkstains from his fingers, as it seems that
he really was engaged in writing ; for in his own examination the next
day, he was asked if he wrote as he walked along ; and he replied, lt Signer,
si." With regard to his having kept so close to -the wall, he said that it
Vfi s to get shelter as it was raining. And that it was raining Caterina her-
seif deposed; but the following ingenious conclusion was drawn from this
circumstance : " It is probable that a rainy morning would be chosen
exoressly, so that persons passing along the street under shelter of the
Vfi 11 might more readily brush their clothes against the ointment." After
th ) unfortunate man had reached the end of the street he turned back, and
juj t on reaching the" corner from whence Caterina Rosa had been watching
hi; proceedings, by another piece of misfortune, he encountered a person
en ,ering the street, who saluted him. Caterina, who in order to see every-
thng had again returned to the window of the first room, looking out,
as :ed the other man who it was he had saluted. He replied that he knew
him only by sight, but that he was one of the sanitary commissioners.
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Then I said, deposed Caterina, " I have seen him doing certain
things that do not please me at all ; " and going out we observed that the
walls were smeared with a yellowish-looking ointment. The other woman
deposed also to having seen the walls smeared with ointment of a yellow
colour. Thus commenced this extraordinary judicial investigation. It
never seems to have struck any one as singular that a man engaged in
such a kind of work should have waited until after sunrise to do it, or that
he should have gone along without once looking up at the windows to see
if he was observed, or even how it was that he could handle with
impunity an ointment that was to kill those who merely brushed their
clothes against it in passing. The inhabitants of the street, under the
influence of fright, soon discovered all kinds of ominous marks and
Fniears, which had probably been unnoticed before their eyes for years,
and in trepidation and haste they set about burning straw all along the
wall to disinfect it. Residing in the same street was a barber called
Giangiancomo Mora, and he like many of the others imagined that the
walls of his house had been smeared with the ointment. He little knew,
unhappy wretch, what other and more real danger was hanging over him,
and from the action of that same commissioner. The story of the two
women was soon enriched by new circumstances. A son of the barber
Mora being examined was asked, "if he knew or had heard in what
manner the said commissioner smeared the said walls and houses,"
replied, "I heard that a woman living over the portico traversing the
Via Vetra — I do not know her name — had said that the commissioner
smeared the walls with a pen ; holding a jar in the other hand." Very likely
Caterina had spoken of a pen, and it is easy to divine what other article
she had baptised a jar; but to a mind that could see nothing but
poisonous ointment a pen might possibly have a more intimate connection
with &jar than with an inkstand. One circumstance however was true :
the man ivas a sanitary commissioner, and from this indication he was
found to be one " Gugliemo Piazza."
"It has been signified to the Senate that yesterday morning the walls
and doors of the houses in the Yia Yetra de Cittadini have been smeared
with a pestilential ointment," said the Chief Justice to the criminal notary ;
and with these words, already full of a deplorable certainty, and passed
without correction from the mouths of the people into those of the magis-
trates, the process commenced. Gugliemo Piazza had been arrested and
bis house searched from top to bottom, but nothing had been found.
Questioned as to his profession — his ordinary habits — on the walk he had
taken the previous morning — on the clothes he wore, &c., they at
length asked him, "Have you heard that certain walls in the Yia Yetra,
particularly towards the ' Porta Ticinese,' have been smeared with a
poisonous ointment? " He replied ; " I don't know, because I didn't stop at
the ' Porta Ticinese." This was considered to be improbable, and to this
question four times repeated, he replied four times the same thing in
different words. Again, among the facts of the previous day of which Piazza
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had spoken was his having been in the company of certain parochial
deputies (these were gentlemen elected in each parish by the sanitary
tribunal to watch over and enforce the execution of their orders). He was
asked who were these deputies, and he replied, " I do not know their
names, I know them only by sight." This was also pronounced improbable
— a terrible word, to understand the importance of which it is necessary to
remark, that the judges could only legally inflict the torture when it had
been proved that the prisoner had lied in his answers to the questions put
to him, but the law also stated that the lie or lies must regard the
substantial circumstances of the crime imputed ; beyond this the infliction
of the torture was left entirely to the discretion of the judges. How far
these improbabilities were reasonable we leave to the reader. The judges
now intimated to the prisoner that he should state plainly and openly
" u'hy he denied knowing that the walls of the said street had been
smeared, and why he denied a knowledge of the names of the deputies ; these
things being palpable falsehoods. If, therefore, he persisted in this denial he
would be put on the cords, so as to extort from him the truth regardiug
these circumstances." "If you should also put the collar on my neck
I know no more than what I have told you," replies the poor man, with
that kind of desperate courage with which reason will sometimes defy
force, as if to show that whatever it can do it cannot make truth falsehood.
The unfortunate wretch is forthwith put to the torture on the cords, and
lie is asked if he has resolved to tell the truth. ' ' I have said it, Signori —
C have said it," he persists. " Oh for the love of God let me down. I will
•say all I know. Oh, Heavens ! make them give me a little water."
Presently he is let down and placed on a seat, but now again replies,
• ' I know no more than I have told you. Oh} Signori, make them give me
-orne water."
He is reconducted to his cell, and the examination recommences on
The 23rd June. TJic tribunal now decrees that " Gugliemo Piazza," after
.laving been shaven, redressed, and purged, shall be put to severer
lortures than before with the fine cords (an atrocious addition, which
dislocates both arms and hands), at the discretion of the president of the
! anifcary commission and the chief justice, in consequence of certain false-
hoods on the part of the accused — resulting from the process. In order
'o understand the meaning of the first part of the order, viz., that the
licensed shall be first shaven, redressed, and purged, it is necessary to
:--omark that in those times it was firmly believed that, either in the hair,
in the skin, in the clothes, or even in the intestines, there might be some
: millet or charm, which these precautions were intended to counteract.
' "he miserable Piazza is again submitted to new and severer tortures ; but
} nothing is extracted from him beyond the following pathetic outcries : —
' ' Oh, my God ! what assassination is this ! Oh, Signer President, make
1 heni kill me, make them cut off my hand — kill me — kill me ! At least,
hi me rest a little. Oh, for the love of God, let me have some water!
3 know nothing. I have said all I know." After repeated requests to
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tell the truth, tlie goaded wretch can hardly gasp in his agony, — " Oh, I
have said it. I can say no more." At length he is let down and con-
ducted a second time to his cell. After a short interval, the following
decree is issued by the governor : — " It is promised to anyone who within
thirty days shall bring clear evidence against any person or persons who
may have aided or assisted the said Gugliemo Piazza, the following
premium," &c. ; "and if the said person be an accomplice, it is farther
promised to him free pardon and exemption from punishment." At the
same time it was intimated to the accused that he was to be subjected
every day to the torture, unless he confessed the whole truth ; but that if
he would confess, and state to the Senate who were his accomplices, he
should be exempt from further torture and punishment of any kind.
Who can justly analyze the mind of that tortured wretch, in whose
memory the fearful agonies he had undergone were so fresh and powerful ?
Who can judge how the conflict between the terror of suffering the same
over again, and the hope of security held cut to him, may have raged
within his breast ? It appears that the barber, Giangiancomo Mora, was
in the habit of selling a certain ointment as a cure for the plague — one of
the thousand specifics so readily believed in during the time of any
epidemic disease. A few days before his arrest Piazza had asked the barber
for some of this ointment, and he had promised to prepare it for him ;
and meeting him on the very morning of the day of his arrest, had told
him that it was ready if he would come and take it. The judges wished
to have a story about ointment in connection with the Via Vetra ; what
more natural than that this recent circumstance should furnish material to
the miserable prisoner driven to desperation by his merciless persecutors ?
On the 26th of June Piazza was again conducted before the examiners,
and he was requested to repeat what he had already confessed in the
prison; viz., "Who it was that had supplied him with, and was the
fabricator of, the pestilential ointment that had been found on" the doors
and walls of the houses of this city?" The desperate man, forced into
falsehood, seems to have proceeded cautiously, — " The ointment was given
to me by a barber." He is asked, " What is the name of this barber ?"
and replies, "I believe his name is Giangiancomo — his surname I don't
know." The president then asks him, " Did the said barber give you
much or little of the ointment?" and Piazza rejoins, "He gave me a
certain quantity — about as much as would fill that inkstand." If he had
received the jar of ointment the barber had prepared for him as a remedy
against the plague, it is probable he would have described that ; but not
having this on his mind, he uses for illustration the first object that comes
under his eye. When asked if the barber was a friend of his, ho says,
"A friend? Oh, yes ! That is — yes, a great friend." They now ask,
" For what object did the said barber give you this ointment?" and this
is what the miserable man replies : — " I was passing by, and he called me
and said, ' I can give you — I won't say what ; ' and I said, ' What is it ? '
He said, ' Some ointment ; ' and I said, * Yes, yes ; I will come and take
" LA COLONNA INFAME." 235
it ; ' and two or three days afterwards he gave it to me." " But what did
the barher say to you when he consigned to you the jar of ointment? "
He said, replied the prisoner, " Take this jar and smear the ointment on
the walls near here ; and then come to me and I will give you a handful of
money." Being asked further, " If the said barber indicated the precise
places and walls where he was to smear the ointment ?" Piazza replies,
" He told me to smear it on the walls of the Yia Vetra de Cittadini,
commencing from his house ; where, in fact, I did commence." It was
then asked, " And for what object was this ointment to be smeared on the
walls ?" to which he replied, " He did not tell me, but I imagined that
the ointment must have been poisonous, and might do injury, because, on
the following morning, he gave me some water to drink, telling me it
would preserve me from the poison." In all of these replies the examiners
seem to have seen nothing improbable. They have only one more question
to ask. "Why did you not say all this at first?" and the inventive
genius of Piazza is equal to the occasion, for he says, " I think I must
attribute the cause to the water he gave me to drink, because your excel-
lency sees what great torments I have suffered without having been able
to speak the truth."
This time, however, the judges so easy to content were not contented,
and so they proceed to ask, " But why were you not able to speak the
truth before ? " and Piazza continues, " I have said because I could not ;
even if I had been a hundred years on the cords I could not have spoken,
because when I was asked everything went clean out of my head." With
this lucid termination the examination was closed and the wretched prisoner
was reconducted to his cell. The police now went to the house ol
Giangiancomo Mora, the barber, and he was arrested with all his family.
Here was another culprit who had not thought of running away, although
his accomplice had been four days in the hands of the authorities. The
house was diligently searched and various things considered suspicious
were found. Of these it is only necessary to note one, as it is frequently
alluded to in the course of the process. In a kind of copper for washing
was found a thick sediment of a whitish colour, which was found to stick
to the walls when applied. The authorities do not seem to have been
afraid of experimenting with a substance considered so deadly, but let that
pass. The unlucky barber seems to have fancied that the cause of his
arrest was having sold a medical ointment without a licence, and when
interrogated on the subject of the thick viscous sediment found in the
copper, asserts that it was " ranno " or lye used in the preparation of his
specific. In his first examination Mora denies having ever had any inter-
course with Piazza, beyond having at his request prepared some ointment
for him, but he is told that this is a great improbability — and it is now
intimated to the commissioner that his story with respect to his limited
intercourse with the barber is also very improbable, and that unless he states
the entire truth the promise of impunity will not extend to him. Piazza
in great alarm supplements his story as follows : ' ' I will tell your
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236 "LA COLONNA INFAME.'*
excellency everything. Two days before giving me the ointment the barber
was at the ' Porta Ticinese ' in company with several others, and seeing
rnc pass, called me and said * Commissioner, I have some ointment to give
you,' and I said to him 'Will you give it to me now ? ' and he replied ' No,
not now ; ' but afterwards when he gave it to me he told me it was to
smear on the walls to give people the plague." Only the day before he
had said that the barber had told him nothing, but that he imagined it
must be poisonous because of the water given him to drink to preserve
him from the effects of the poison. When asked if he is ready to repeat all
these things, confronted with the barber he replies— "Yes, certainly." He
is accordingly again subjected to the torture in order to make him a cred'tll?
witness, for by the law no malefactor under promise of impunity could give
evidence against another unless "purged of his infamy," that is, unless he
can repeat his accusation under the torture, it being considered that if his
story was a mere invention in order to obtain pardon — the same torture that
might have driven him to invent it would force him to retract his invention.
This application of the torture was doubtless slight and formal, for we
read that Piazza sustained it tranquilly. It was asked him three or four
times why he had not confessed all this at first, and in every case he
replies : "It must have been in consequence of that water he gave me to
drink." It was evident therefore that the judges had some doubt as to the
truth of the story, and that they wished for something more satisfactory;
no doubt Piazza himself saw that there was a want of connection in what
he said, for he now adds : "If your excellency will give me a little time to
think over it, I will tell you more — in particular what I remember about the
barber and some others as well." Accordingly the next day he names three
or four other persons as Mends and accomplices of the barber. In this
way the hardened man seeks to make up, by a number of victims, "the utter
want of reasonable evidence. These three or four persons named by
Piazza, each with equal foundation name several others, all of whom were
ultimately condemned to atrocious" and refined tortures, and death ; we
will not however speak of these, but return to the process against Piazza
himself and the barber Mora, who were all along regarded as the principals
in this extraordinary invest if/atiou, if it can be honoured with such a name.
We now come to the second examination of Mora. After various questions
concerning his specific — the viscous substance found in the copper, et cetera
• — he is asked, How it is that he professes so little knowledge of Gugliemo
Piazza, when with so much freedom, meeting him in the street, he recom-
mends him the use of his ointment, and even tells him to come to his house
to take it, — the barber replies : " I did it for my own interest in order to
sell the ointment." When asked if he is acquainted with those oihor
persons named by Piazza, he says that he knows them by name, but has
never had any dealings with them. At last they demand if he knows or
has heard that any one had offered money to the said commissioner
to smear with a deadly ointment the walls of the houses in the Via Vctra
de Cittodiui, and he replies, " No ; I know nothing about it." And now
"LA COLONNA INFAME." 237
comes the question, — "Did you give him a jar of this deadly ointment,
telling him to smear it on the walls of the said street, and promising him a
handful of rnonc}*." And Mora exclaims with eagerness, — " Signor, no !
never, never ! I do such a thing!" It was replied to him: "What
would you say if the said Gugliemo Piazza sustains this fact to your face ? "
" I would say," rejoins Mora, " that he is a lying scoundrel ; that he can-
not say this because I have never never spoken to him on such a subject, so
help me God ! " Piazza is now confronted with the barber, and repeats
his accusations in full; the miserable barber cries, — " Oh, merciful God ;
did ever any one hear such infamy as this ? " he denies that Piazza was
ever a friend of his, and that he was ever inside his house ; but Piazza
rejoins : — " The barber has said that I never was in his house ; let your
excellency examine Baldassar Litta, who lives in the house of Autiano in
the street San Bernardino, and Stephano Buzzo, near S. Ambrogio, both
of whom know very well that I have been often in the house of the barber."
These two persons, afterwards examined, declare they know nothing what-
ever about it. At the next examination Mora confesses that Piazza has
been in his shop as a customer, " but never in his house." This is con-
sidered as contrary to his former evidence, and also contrary to the state-
ment of other witnesses, and so it is intimated to the prisoner, with menaces
of torture, that he had better say the whole truth on this matter ; and he
replies : — " I have already told you the truth, and the commissioner may
say what he likes, for he is a lying scoundrel." In virtue of many
improbabilities, discerned by the acuteness of the judges, Mora is subjected
to the most severe tortures. First, with cries and heartrending suppli-
cations, he asserts that he is innocent of any evil ;. but at length in his
agony demands, — " AVhat is it you wish me to say ? " and eventually he
cries : <: Yes, yes, I gave him a jar full of ointment, and told him to smear
the walls with it. Oh, for the love of God, let me down ! release me from
this torture, and I will tell all the truth ! " He is let down, and in his
subsequent examination is asked, "Who are those companions that
Piazza has spoken of as your friends and accomplices ? " Mora replies :
" I don't know their names," but when threatened with the torture he
names various people at random — all of whom are of course arrested.
Some days pass, and during this interval of repose the miserable barber.
evidently struck by a remorse stronger than the fear of new torments,
denies all his previous accusations, says he never had anything to do with any
poisonous ointment, and that what he said was caused by the torture ; before
being taken again to be put on the cords ho entreats to be allowed to repeat
an Ave Maria, and he is permitted to pray for some time before a crucifix.
Arising from his knees, he says calmly : "Before God in heaven and my
own conscience, all I have told you under the torture is false." However,
under new torments to which he is subjected, he again confesses that all
is true, and seems, like Piazza, to become hardened ; he says it was his
interest to keep up the plague in order to sell more of his ointment ; ho
further particularizes the ingredients of the supposed pestilential substance,
238 " LA COLONNA INFAME."
and confesses that the viscous sediment found in the copper was one of
them — the principal ingredient however, he says, was " the foam collected
from the mouths of those who had died from the plague." However, the
motive he gives for his infamous conduct is not considered sufficiently
strong, and as the whole current of his invented story differs largely from
that given by Piazza, the latter is informed that the promise of impunity
is null and void, it having been clearly proved that some of his evidence is
false. The ingenuity and depravity of this wretched man now reaches its
climax. He evidently thinks if he can only succeed in drawing into the
net some prodigiously large fish, the efforts of this monster to escape
might make a hole big enough for him to slip through. Accordingly he
begins throwing out hints about some great people who are mixed up in a
very large conspiracy, and ultimately he declares that the chief person in
the whole business — and from whom Mora received large sums of money
to distribute to the others — was no less a personage than the son of the
great Signer Castellano of Milan, a captain of a cavalry regiment, and one
of the most rising men in the city. Here was a poser for the authorities.
However, the barber Mora, after some time, is tortured into a confession
that a very great person was at the head of all, but (naturally enough) he
does not know who the great person is, until the judges themselves, in the
course of a private examination, let out the name, and then the barber, as
boldly as Piazza, asserts that they were both paid by Capita-no Padilla, son
of the castellano of Milan. After some time and much hesitation, Padilla
is arrested, and his trial extends over two years, when he is acquitted ;
but long before this both Piazza and Mora suffer the penalty due to their
atrocious crimes. Their sentence was as follows : — That they should be
taken on a cart to the place of execution, and their bodies burnt with hot
irons ; in front of the shop of the barber their, right hands were to be cut
off, their backs broken, and their bodies twisted on the wheel ; they were
then to be suspended in the air for six hours, when their bodies were to
be burned to ashes, and thrown into the river. It was further decreed
that the house of Giangiancorno Mora, barber, was to be pulled down, and
on the space occupied by it was to be erected a column to be called
" Infame," and in perpetuity it was forbidden to any man to build on that
spot. There is no exact account of the actual number of victims who
Buffered the same cruel penalties in consequence of the testimony of the
commissioner and the barber Mora, but Verri computes them as at least
sixty. It is almost a pity that the " Colonna Infame " should have been
pulled down in 1778 ; it should have been allowed to remain still as a
monument of infamy — as a monument to the fallibility of human laws,
and of the inhuman cruelty and wilful imbecility of the judges who so
administered justice.
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CHAPTER XIV.
\TATCinxa ox A WINTER'S XIGIIT.
ASTER BUXTON'S been back this
two hours and more," said German,
coming into the kitchen at Stone
Edge dripping wet from the farm
below, where his father had told
him to meet him for company
across the Lone Moor.
" He says feytherwere a sitting
drinking when he come away and
couldn't be got off nohow. He
kep' on saying he'd be arter 'urn
in no time."
The women looked aghast.
" Thee'st been o' thy legs a' day,
German, thou'st like to be drowned,
my lad, ' ' said Lydia, sadly. ' ' Dost
thee think thee couldst go to th'
Mill and meet un ? An he's in
liquor he'll ne'er get back safe, wi'
all that money too. Seek to keep
t im there an thee canst, and come on i' th' morning. Tak' my cloak about
t'.iee, and a sup o' elder wine."
The lad took a lantern and the cape, and went off on his doleful
qaest. When he reached the valley, however, no one had seen or heard
o :* Ashford at the few houses near the road, and it was nearly ten o'clock
v, hen he reached the toll-bar.
"Nay, I've seen none of thy feyther, more shame for him. Come in
and dry thysen," said the man. " Thou canstna miss him here. Why,
tl ee'lt melt away to nothing, thee'rt so wet ! "
German looked wistfully at the warm fire within — he had been on his
fe;)t ever since five that morning. He pulled off his wet blouse and
trousers, which he hung up before the fire, and then lay down on the
settle while they dried. In a moment he was fast asleep.
Meanwhile the two women watched and waited. The ruddy light of
tl e fire played over the wide old kitchen, touching a bright point here and
240 STONE EDGE.
there, and making a Rembrandt picture with all the interest collected
into the warm brilliancy of the centre, and black depths and dancing
shadows gathering mysteriously in the further corners. They sat and
span, and the whirring of the wheels was all the sound that was heard in
the house. It is surprising how few candles are used in farmhouses and
cottages : unless there is needle-work to be done, firelight serves in winter,
and in summer they go to rest and rise with the sun. The wind rose as
the night went on and the fire sank. At last even the spinning stopped,
and Lydia and Cassandra sat on in the gloom. But few words were
exchanged between them ; death and misery, and care and ruin, were
hanging over them by the turning of a hair, and they were bracing them-
selves, each in her different way, to meet them.
" Dear heart o' me, it's a fierce night both for man and beast," said
Lydia at last. " I wonder where German's got to by now a struggling
through the mire."
"I'd reether be him," answered Cassie with a sigh; " it's harder
work to ha' to sit still and hear the wild winds shoutin' round us o' this
fashion."
" The storm is tremenduous to-night, surely. We mun look the candle
ain't blowed out towards the Moor," observed Lydia, going from time to
time to see after the welfare of the little lighthouse — which she had care-
fully sheltered from the blast by a fortification of pans and jugs. The
great fear, however, that underlay all was put into words by neither of
them. The winter's wind howled and sighed, and moaned and struggled
round the house with a sort of fitful angry vehemence. A storm easily
became almost a whirlwind on that exposed spot, and shook and rattled
the unshuttered casements till it seemed as if they would have been
driven in. There seemed to the women to be wailing cries sometimes in
the howling of the blast, which shook the door and the windows with
the sort of pitiful fierce longing to get in, which makes it seem almost
like a personal presence. It is an eerie thing to sit in the dark in
a lonely house on such a night, when all the spirits and ghosts and
powers of the air of early belief seem to be natural :
Those demons that are found
In fire, air, flood, and under ground
appear to be all abroad. We have nearly forgotten the awe which Nature
inspired when man struggled, weak and alone, with her mighty powers, and
was generally worsted, as it seems, in the days of cave and lake dwellers,
and makers of flint weapons. We judge of her, beaten, cabined, and con-
fined, as we see her and use her in cities and civilized places, and we have
lost the terror of her which formed so large a part of the religions of old.
" Didst thou not hear the dog howling a while back?" said Cassie,
anxiously, in a lull of the wind. " They say as that means a death for
summun as is not far off ; and there's the boggat thee knowest at the turn-
ing nigh th' auld mill, where the man was drownded as long Tim see'd
STONE EDGE. 241
a while back he telled mo ; and they say as the ghost at the Durable
shows hisself when any one is nigh to death," added the girl, beginning
to pile up one terror on another in her restless misery.
"I dunua think as I should much mind meeting them as is gone,"
answered Lydia, gently ; "and some on 'era I'd give a deal to see again,
in the ilesh or out on it. They canna do us any hurt as I can see."
" But them ill things as is nicbbe about now i' th' wind ? " whispered
poor Cassie, in an awestruck voice.
" Dearie, I tak' it God A'mighty's more cleverablo and strong nor all
the devils put togither ; they're but a poor lot to strive again the great God
as rules the world, and I'm not afraid, nayther for them wTe loves nor for
oursen. Wilt thou not get thee to bed, dear child ? I think the storm's
going down, and thee'lt be worcd out wi' watching," said Lydia, as the
clock struck twelve.
" What, and leave thee in the dreary night thy lane ! " m
" Then lie down o' th' settle, dearie." And she began to prepare a place
for her ; but almost before she could look round, Cassie had dragged
down pillows and blankets for both from upstairs. They lay in silence
for some time.
" How strange 'tis, that sonic folk's lives is just wait, wait, wait, and
it's so weary," said Cassie, with a sort of impatient sigh. " An I were in
my grave I couldn't be farther off hearing o' lloland. I mid a'most as well
be dead ; I'm a no good to nobod}r," she ended, drearily.
" How iver canst thee talk o' that fashion ; what dost thee think I
bhould do wi'out thee ? " answered Lydia, sadly.
The girl drew her closer to her side on the " sofee " without speaking.
" To-night's the very pattern o' my life ; I'm ]ike a sheep . caught in the
thicket, as canna stir ony way," she said at last.
Lydia had never heard of Milton, but her answer was much the same
as if she had known him by heart. " The Lord has different ways of
serving Him, dear heart ; 'tis sometimes the hardest work He gives us
for to be still. Please God 'tain't for allus wi' thee ; there comes a stormy
time and sunshine to all. ' Lo, the winter has ceased, the rain is over and
gone,' says the wise Solomon in his song ; and 'tis true both for man and
weather. Sure the wind is lulling even now."
She got up as she spoke and looked out into the night : the storm
seemed to have blown itself away, and the moon was shining high in thi
heavens, with nothing near her but masses of white fleecy cloud careering
at a great height from the ground in the keen north wind which had risen.
" The winds and rain pass over our life, but the moon and stars are
shining steady behind the clouds for a' that. An our feet are fixed on His
rock we shanna be moved. ' Wait,' says the Psalm. But then it ain't
waiting bare and cold like ; doesna He put the comfort after it ? Wait,
I say, upon the Lord," ended Lydia, solemnly. And then they lay down
in each other's arms and slept for two or three hours, worn out by their
long vigil of constant expectation, than which nothing is more trying.
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242 STONE EDGE.
CHAPTEE XV.
WHAT WAS FOUND UNDER THE TOE.
" GATE ! " shouted a carter before the closed toll-bar. The moon was
nearly at the full, shining very brightly. German sprang up and huddled
on his things. It was almost four o'clock ; he could hardly believe that he
had slept so long. " There's been a murder, they say, up th' dale ; they'd
a fun' a body lyin' in the road, and was a goin' for summat to bring it
in," said the man. " But I daredna wait for to see un — I'd got coals for
to fetch. I thought I mid be back though, an I made haste."
The lad gave a loud cry : he felt sure whose body it was.
" Why, what's come to the boy ? " said the carter, as German set off
at a run.
"It's his drunken feyther, he thinks, most like."
" What, is yon young German Ashford frae the Lone More ? He mun
hae his handful an they speak true on his feyther."
There was a sort of small hamlet gathered round a public -house a little
further on, and the lad ran panting through. Early as it was, women's
faces were looking out of the windows, and the boys were coming out like
flies. Any excitement is pleasant in a village, and a murder best of all.
" They say 'tis just beyond the big Tor," they cried, as the boy slack-
ened his pace to inquire.
He came up at length to the place, about a mile beyond. The great
perpendicular rocks jutted out like fortress towers at a turn in the narrow
valley, apparently blocking all further passage to the road. The moon
was shining on the broad white face of the limestone " Tor," out of which
grew a black yew from a rift near the top, and seemed to hang almost in
mid air. The dale below lay in the deepest shadow, except where through
a gap in the steep walls of rock the light shone on the stream — turbid and
swollen with the late rains and flowing rapidly across the road — and on
the face of the murdered man as he lay close to the edge of the water,
near the stone over which he had been thrown. The old mare had been
found grazing not far off, and two men who had come up, after vainly
trying to lift the dreary burden of her master upon her back, were putting
him into a sort of barrow, which they had brought with them. " He ain't
dead," said one of them, compassionately, as the boy pressed panting up.
"But that's pretty nigh all you can say. He'd take a pretty deal o'
killing would old Ashford," said the other, without any intention of being
unkind.
Meantime, German was striving to raise the head and chafe the hands.
" You'd best take un to the ' Miner's Anns,' my lad. The winimen
and the doctors mun tak' him in hand; ye canna do noething," said they
kindly, and began to move. German looked round on the place. The
marks of the struggle, if there had been one, were hidden in a sea of mud ;
there were a few spots of blood where the head had lain — nothing more
was to be seen.
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"I've a searched all round," said the man, in answer to his inquiring
glance, " and canna find owt but the cudgel that must ha' smashed un's
yead, and this bit o' broken pipe. Is un yer father's?" said he, as the
boy walked beside him leading the horse.
German shook his head. " He'd a long sight o' money wi' him as he
were a bringing for's rent at the squire's, but I s'pose a' that's gone."
"Him as hit yon hole in un, wouldna ha' left the brass alone," said
the man; "but }7ou'd best look i' his pockets yersen." German did as he
was bid, and the doleful little party moved on. Presently they were met
by all the available boys in 'the place, and many of the men too.
" Won't one o' they chaps leave looking and go for the doctor ? " said
German, wrathfully, though in so low a voice that the men could hardly
hear.
" Go off, young un, and tell Dr. Baily as there's been a man murdered ;
he'll be here fast enough."
Another little messenger was despatched to Stone Edge, but the late
dull winter's dawn had risen before Lydia and Cassie could arrive,
although they came down the hill as quickly as possible, bringing with
them the little cart to take Ashford home ; but the doctor would not
allow him to be moved.
There was scarcely any help possible for him, however, now, either
from the women or the doctors : he could neither move nor speak ; the
tough old frame was just alive, but that was all, and they could do
nothing but sit by watching the fading life ebb slowly away in the little
low dark bedroom of the " Miner's Arms."
"Poor feyther," repeated Cassie, as she leant against the post of the
bed looking sadly on, while Lydia sat silently by the dying man, bathing
the head according to the doctor's directions, with that sort of unutterable
sadness which yet is very different from sorrow. The personal character
of the man had, however, as it were, died with him, and nothing seemed to
have remained but the relation to themselves. " It " was their father and
her husband : all else had been wiped out by the pitying hand of death.
German came restlessly in and out of the room, tormented by the ceaseless
questionings and suppositions and surmises below-stairs, and yet feeling
of no use in the chamber of death above.
" To be sure what a turn it giv' me when first I heerd on it ! Ye might
ha' knocked me down wi' a straw," said the landlady, who looked like a
man in petticoats, and whose portly person nearly filled the doorway
as she looked in with kindly intentions of help. "And ye can't do
nothin', doctor says, — and all the money gone too, I hear ? You'd a sore
hantle wi* him bytimes an all tales be true ; but for a' that it's a pity to
see a man's yead drove in like a ox's. I'm a coming," she called out for
the fifth time. The little public was doing " a middlin' tidy business," as
she said, that day ; liquor was at a premium, for curiosity is a thirsty
passion, and the landlady's duties were thick upon her. But she found
time continually to come up and administer appropriate consolations.
244 STONE EDGE.
" Yer'll bury him decent and coinf'able," said she another time. " I
were like to hae died Janawary come a twelvemonth, and I were so low and
bad I could ha' howled, and my master he ups and says so kind, * Now
don't ye take on, Betty ; I'll do a' things handsome by ye. I'll bury ye
wi' beef! "
In a few hours all was over.
The world must go on, however, whether life or death be on hand ;
cows must be milked and beasts fed. " We must be back to Stone Edge,"
said Lydia, with a sigh. " There's nobody but Tom i' charge, and he's but
a poor leer [empty] chap."
" German mun stop and bring the body up home arter the inquest.
They say they'll get it done afore night, else we shanna get him home
at a'. There's more storms coming up, and the snow'll fall when the wind
lulls,'" added Cassie.
"Sure it'll be here afore morning; the wind's uncommon nipping,"
said the landlady, as the two women walked silently away.
It is more mournful on such occasions not to be able to regret. Not to
grieve, not to suffer loss, was the real woe, as they wound their sad way
home in the chill bleak winter's day, with a dull sort of nameless pain at
their hearts.
The absence of complaint is most remarkable in the peasant class :
they mostly take the heaviest shock quietly, as coming immediately " from
the hand of God." "As a plain fact, whose right or wrong they question
not, confiding still that it shall last not over long."
CHAPTER XYI.
A MIDNIGHT "FLITTING."
THE town of Youlcliffe, though considered by its inhabitants as a great
city, consisted of little more than one long street which wandered up
and down the steepest "pitches," according to the lay of the hill on which
it was set, in an extraordinary fashion. Indeed, in sonic parts the street
was so steep that in frosty weather a cart could hardly get up or down.
There seemed no reason why there should have been any town in that
place at all : there was no river, it was singularly out of the way and incon-
venient of access — yet it was the "chef lieu " of the " wap intake " and
tho seat of the Mineral courts, which, ruling by their own strange laws,
make wild work of what are considered in more favoured regions as rights
of property.
The backs of all the houses opened upon lonely fields, and Joshua's
was particularly well adapted to his wants. The one-eyed front stood rt
a corner of the grey old market-place, not too much overlooked, yet seeing
everything. Alongside the dwelling-house opened the deep dark stcne
archway which led into a labyrinth of cattle-sheds and pens, beyond which
lay a small croft for the use of his beasts, abutting on a blind lane which
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Id to the high-road into YoulclhTe. Walls in this district are built to clear
the fields of stone, and the stones had been so abundant here that a man
pissing along the path in the lane was completely concealed by the high
vails. His comings and goings were therefore almost as free as if he had
lived in the open country, his beasts were brought in and let out behind
the house at his pleasure and no one was much the wiser, while the wide
'ff ite under the archway was always kept locked. Through this back way
in the drenching rain passed Joshua on his " affairs " that evening, and
through it he returned. He was alone in the house, for he had sent Roland
a.vay upon some pretext ; he was wet through, and he changed everything,
a id went out again into the town. It was not yet above six o'clock. " A'
that in such a little while," he went on saying to himself with a shudder
— -" such a little while ! " He looked in at the public, got his gin, and
ii quired for the horsedealer. He went to the chemist's and bought a
h'i'porth of peppermint, as ho said he had the colic, and then home,
where he sat quaking — " with cold," as he told himself. When his sou
cunie in he went to bed, saying that he was ailing, which was perfectly
tiue. Roland could not make him out at all. The next morning he carne
b.ick in great agitation to the kitchen, where his father sat moodily
Blooping over the fire, half-dressed, his knee-breeches undone, his
\vlveteen jacket unbuttoned.
" They say as Fanner Ashford were robbed last night o' all that
ironey as were Cassie's, and welly murdered too ; they say 'twere the
horsedealer drinking wi' him as done it. I ha' been up to the turning i*
tb' road for to see the place ; but they'd ha' fetched him away afore
diiylight. There were his blood about still, though," he said, pityingly.
It was close to the place where he had asked Cassie to marry him ; but
k >, kept this in his own heart.
" What, he's not dead ? " said Joshua, looking up at his son for the
fi-st time. It seemed to take a weight oif his mind. "I'd a heerd tell
OH it afore," he added, in great confusion.
A horrible dread flashed over Roland's mind. He suddenly remeni-
biTed that he had heard a stranger's voice quarrelling with his father
among the cattle-sheds the day before as he was going out of the
h >use into the market-place with a beast which was to be sold; he
fancied that ho knew the voice, but he could not at the moment
r< collect to whom it belonged, and a quarrel for Joshua on market-day
vis too common for it to interest him much. He now felt sure that
tie horsedealer Jackman had been there, and he remembered how his
father had come to him hurriedly later in the day and sent him off
oi an errand concerning some cattle to a village several miles off,
without much apparent reason — evidently, he saw now, to get him out of
tie way. He turned off in his agony down into the yard; when he came
b-.ck Joshua had dressed himself and gone out into the town. He went
straight to the centre of all news, the public. A group of men stood
ri'iind the door discussing the murder.
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" There were an ill-looking chap as were quarrelling wi' him a' the
arternoou," said one, " a strivin' to keep him late."
" It were that horsedealer as they said come from York; I never seen
a worser. Then Ashford were so contrairy like," said another.
"I hadn't the speech o' him a' yesterday, nor for weeks back," said
Joshua, which was quite true, and then he went home. He was a
singularly active man for his age : he had been a celebrated morris-dancer,
and famous for feats of strength and agility in his time, and boasted much
of his powers ; but now he seemed thoroughly worn out. Eoland found
him fumbling among the things on the dresser. " I want some tea," said
he, " wi' my gin," and his son knew things must be very bad ; his father
took refuge in tea only as a last resource. As he turned to the fire he let
drop the teapot from his trembling hands, and it was broken by the fall.
Joshua almost turned pale ; it was a bad omen. " And it were yer
mother's," he said, looking guiltily at Roland.
Later in the day he went out again and inquired anxiously after
Ashford : he was dead, they thought, and had never spoken. After he was
found, Joshua returned to his house and sat on silently with his head on
his hands by the fire ; at last he gave involuntarily a sudden groan.
Roused by it he looked aghast at Roland, who stood moodily by the
window before a row of half-dead plants which had belonged to his
mother and always reminded him of her, and which he had never
allowed his father to throw away.
"I suppose you know we're ruined, lad ?" he said, with an attempt to
put his agitation on that head.
" Yes," said the young man, without looking up.
" Eliot, and Amat, and Buxton, all on 'm together — no man could
stand it. I canna pay. I mun sell and go." Roland was silent. " I
think we mun go to Liverpool — there's a many things I could do there wi'
the cattle frae Ireland — or to th' Isle o' Man." Roland never stirred.
1 ' Ye'll go wi' me, boy ? ' ' said his father, anxiously. ' ' Ye wunna desert me ? "
" No," said the poor fellow, in a choking voice, with a deep sigh —
almost a sob.
It was strange to see how his father clung to him : it had always been
the one soft place in Joshua's heart ; there was a sort of womanly tender-
ness in Roland, which he inherited from his mother, after which his father
yearned in his trouble with an exceeding longing.
That evening the coroner's inquest was held on Ashford's body.
Joshua attended it, for the coroner was a friend of his, and he trusted to
him not to make things more unpleasant than necessary. The few words
he uttered only turned on what every one knew to be true, that the old
farmer had been delayed by the horsedealer till his friends were all gone.
Other evidence showed that the man had said he was going to Hawkesley,
after which he had been seen leaving Youlclifie by the other road. The bit
of pipe was identified as his, by a drover who had noticed the carved
bowl.
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Lastly, the old woman at the turnpike farther up the valley bore witness
t-iat a man on a dark horse had thundered at the gate (her man was ill
slie said, and she went out to open it herself with a lantern.). " She had
no change for a shilling which he offered, and he swore violently at her for
the delay, and threw a silver « token' at her with an oath : ' he couldn't
wait no more,' he said, and rode on as the Devil sot behint him." The
man to whom Ashford sold his calf remembered that a similar piece had
been amongst the money which he had paid to the old farmer.
The evidence was all against the missing horseman, and so the
vjrdict bore. But though all had gone off satisfactorily at the inquest,
Joshua felt that strange looks were cast upon him. One man had heard
him speaking to the stranger earlier in the day, another had " seen a
back uncommon like yon ugly chap's " turning into the blind lane which
ltd to Joshua's house. In former days, too, he was known to have boasted
o i: his acquaintance with a horsedealer at York. No one seemed to care to
b 3 in his company ; he felt under the shadow of a great fear, and hurried
o i measures for his bankruptcy, talking rather loudly of his losses and
his miseries, till poor Roland once or twice went home and hid himself
M ith shame. He had desired his son to keep their destination a profound
secret, but Roland was determined in no case to be dependent on his
iVther, and knew that in a strange place there was small chance of his
obtaining work without a reference. He watched, therefore, for Nathan,
\\lio was almost his only friend: he felt ashamed to go near his house,
M here Martha Savage and her dreaded tongue were said to be staying ;
b it at last one day he saw the old man in his close and went sadly up
to meet him.
"I'm come to bid ye good-by an ye'll shake hands wi' me, Master
Nathan. Is there ony place out a long way where ye could help me to
g;dn a livin' ? I've heerd ye say as ye used one time to ha'e dealin's at
Liverpool along o' Bessie's father as is gone. Ye know feyther's ruined
a] id goin' away — he says he dunna know where. Would ye gi'e me a
re commend an we go there, and say nowt ? 'twould be no end o' kindness
to one as wants it sore," said the poor fellow, sadly.
The old man looked straight into his eyes.
" I'll not tell on thee, poor lad, and I'd gi'e ye twenty recommends
an't wer for thysen ; but wi' that drag round thy neck how can I certify to
folk thou'st all right, boy? But," he went on after a pause, "I wunna
ste thee life- wrecked for that neither. There's an old Quaker man I
knows there. I'll tell him thy father's uncommon shifty, let alone worse,
but that thou'st as honest as the day, and then mebbe, wi' his eyes open,
h( may do sununut for thee. And, Roland," added Nathan, gravely, " the
Devil gives folk long leases betimes, but he tak's his own at the end.
' letter is little with the fear o' the Lord, than great treasure and troubles
th erewith ; ' but I doubt it ain't much riches as thy father'll win : it'll be
the promise nayther o' this world nor the one after an he goes on o'
this fashion. It's ill touching pitch and no to be defiled3 or to shake
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hands wi' a chinibley- sweep and not divty thysen ; and it behoves thee to
tak' double heed to thy ways."
The young man v.Tung his hand in silence.
" And ye' 11 mind, my lad," the old man ended affectionately, " as yer
mother were a pious woman and one as loved ye dearly, and there
were my Bessie as cared for ye a'most as thou'dst been her own ; and it
would grieve 'urn both sorely and put 'urn out — ay, even where they're
gone to — an ye took to bad ways."
" I'll do my best," said Eoland, in a low voice.
"I'm thinkin' o' goin' away for a bit," said Nathan, after a pause.
" 'Tain't lively livin' here my lane, wi' nobody to fettle me and the cow ;
and my nieee Martha she just worrits me to come to her to try. I've been
bo bad wi' the rheumatics as I could hardly stir, and she says I shall be a
deal better in her house, as it's warmer."
" Hav' ye seen owt o' Cassie ? " said Eoland with a sigh, thinking of
another niece.
" She come down when her father were a dying to the * Miner's
Arms ' for to see the last on him, but I didn't set eyes on her. I'd
hurted my foot and couldn't get down. You'd best not think o' her, my
lad belike; what can there be atwixt her and thee now ? " And so they
parted.
The next night Joshua and his son made a " midnight flitting"
through the back lane. There was a horse still left of the old man's
former possessions and a rude little cart, in which they drove forth
together into the wide world. All was still as Roland looked his last at
his old home, still and cold ; there was little light but the reflection from
the snow, and familiar objects look doubly strange under the cover of
starlight and mantle of white snow. He looked up at the hills and down
the valley towards Stone Edge with a cold grip at his heart as the old
man drove away as rapidly as the horse would go, with a glance over his
shoulder as they went, " fearing though no man pursued." The crunching
of the snow under their wheels was all the sound they heard ; still and
cold, on into the dreary night they drove. " Shall I never sec her
again ? " Roland moaned in his heart, but he did not utter a word.
CHAPTER XVII.
A FUNERAL FEAST IN THE SNOW.
GERMAN had remained at the little public till the inquest was over, to give
evidence and bring home the body afterwards to Stone Edge. The night
was falling and the snow had begun, as wet and weary he toiled up
the long rough moorland road with his dismal charge.
" Did aught come out as to who could ha' done such a thing ?" said
Cassie, anxiously, as he came into the house at Stone Ed^c.
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" It must; lia' been summiin as Imowed he'd so much money about un,"
observed Lydia, sadly.
" They all knowcd that pretty much i' th' market," said the lad, a little
impatiently; " but they made it out upo' th' inquest it were a horsedealer
man as were wrangling wi' him best part o' th' arternoon."
11 'Taint nobody in these parts as would go for to do such a wicked
thing, I'm main sure o' that," put in Cassie, warmly.
" There were a deal o' talk about Joshua, however, for a' that,"
* nswered her brother, reluctantly ; "but the crowner he says, says he,
' When ye hae got a man, a foreigner like, ready to yer hand as 'twere
ior th' murder, what for would ye go worriting and winnowing for to drag
another man hi as is o' the countryside ? ' '
The women looked thunderstruck — no one spoke for a few minutes —
1 jydia glanced silently at Cassie's white face, and they then went about
their dreary tasks without a wor^l.
"Ye inun be bidding the folk for the buryin' and gettin' in a' things'
ior to be ready, German," said Lydia, with a sigh, later in the evening.
'•YvTe ordered flour at the miller's as we came up the Moor. I doubt
is'll tak' a score to fulfill* un all; and we mun be thinking o' the burial
lams to-morrow."
The preparations for a funeral feast in the hills are a serious matter,
cemanding much thought and labour, which kept both the women for the
i ext few days from dwelling on the past. " Yer feyther settled his bearers,
rnd the beer, and the spirits, and all, and runned over them scores and
scores o' times to me," added Lydia ; " and he left the money for it (for a'
1 e were so pushed) i' a hole i' the garret where he tellcd me, for he said
1 e'd like for to hae his bcrryin' comf'able, and the grave dug straight ; so
}e'll see to it, German," said she, most conscientiously desirous to
accomplish the old man's wishes. There was not any great difference
t-otween his ideas of a future state and those of the ancient Briton whose
tones reposed under the cairn on the further hill, with a drinking mug on
cne side and the bones of a horse on the other interred with him.
A "berrying" at Stone Edge was a tremendous operation in winter.
There was no graveyard at the solitary little chapel below, and the bodies
1 ad to be carried nearly five miles across the Lone Moor, down a hill on
t Lie top of which was the cairn, and which was almost like a houseside for
deepness, where the path, covered with "pavers " probably existing since the
cays of the ancient Britons who raised the monument, was too precipitous
P ad too narrow for a cart. Relays of bearers, and consequently relays of beer,
^ ere required the whole way. There was a great fall of snow, but on tho
(;ay of the "berryin'" the sun shone out and the glitter was almost
I ainful. There was something very solemn in the immense expanses of
h weeping hill wrapped in one vast winding-sheet, the few uncovered objects
looking harsh and black by contrast — the enforced stillness and idle-
* " Fulfill " — Prayer Book, Conynnnion Service.
250 STONE EDGE.
ness, the earth like iron under your feet, the sky like steel above. The
company collected in the great old kitchen, — they are a stern race in the
hills, — tall and staid, and they looked like a band of Covenanters with their
fierce gestures and shaggy gear, as by twos and threes they wound their
way up through the snow. Methodism was rife in those outlying upland
districts — indeed in some places it might be called the established religion
fifty years ago : the church in those days was neglected and indifferent,
poorly served and worse attended, and the stern Calvinism of the
Wesleyans suited better the rather fierce manners and habits of the
population.
German received them quietly and modestly — " wi' a deal o' discretion
for such a young un," observed the company. The responsibilities which
this terrible break in his life had brought upon him seemed to have turned
him into a man at a stride ; and his mother and sister accepted him as
such and as the head of the family at once. Every one came who was
asked. Ashford was not popular, but to have been murdered and robbed
of a large sum of money was evidently considered on the whole a dignified
and interesting if not an honourable mode of exit by his neighbours.
They discussed the deceased, his circumstances and his sh( rtcomings,
in an open way, very unlike our mealy-mouthed periphrases ; and Lydia
and Oassie as they came and went, serving the company, could not help
hearing comments which no one seemed to think could pain them, being
as they were perfectly true. Though in other places the truth of a libel
is only supposed to make it worse.
" He couldn't keep off the drink couldn't Ashford. He mid ha' bin
home safe enouch an he'd come back wi' us," said the old miller
Anthony.
"He'd a wonderful long tongue to be sure, and quarrelled wi' a very
deal o' folk up and down. He'd had an upset with Joshua Stracey
this dozen year or more," observed his neighbour the master of the
little public.
" We shall hae a baddish time gettin' across the Moor," said a third,
helping himself liberally to a large supply of " vittles."
" We're but poor soft creeturs now-a-days," answered the miller.
"I've heerd tell how in th' auld times they used to run, stark naked
across the snow, foot-races for two or three miles, wi' the bagpipes for
to gi'e 'um courage."
"Well, nobody couldn't call Ashford soft, nayther in his temper nor
in hisself ; he were a hard and heavy un enough, so to speak ; and yet
they say as his yead were cracked all one as a chayney jug," put in his
neighbour.
" There was wonderful little blood for to be seen," observed a fanner ;
" nothing would serve my missus but she mun go down and see the place,
and she have a bin stericky ever sin'."
" There was a sight o' wimmen went down," said a cynical old
bachelor who lived in the valley, " and they've all a bin stericky ever
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sin' an all tales be true ! I b'lieve they likes it. They're greatish fools is
vimmen most times ; they's mostly like a cow, as is curis by natur', and
v hen by reason o' it she's put herself i' th' way o' harm, then they loses
taer yeads."
Suddenly a tall miner arose, — he was a very handsome man with fine
i'3gular features, large grey eyes, and soft light hair; but his cheeks were
sunken and his eyes glittered with a sort of far-seeing look — the tempera-
ment which sees illuminations and signs, and dreams dreams.
" Dear friends, shall we part wi'out seekin' to improve the occasion ?
I [ere were a drunken man — one as had lived wi'out God in the world — cut
oft' wi'out a moment's warning in the midst of his sins, like King Herod,
Acts 12th chapter and 23rd verse ; or like Absalom, 2 Samuel 18th
chapter and 14th verse ; or like Sisera, as is told in Judges ; and shall we
" I mun speak my mind, as German's nobbut a young un," said
Farmer Buxton, a good-natured giant, who stood six feet three in his
'' stocking feet " and was broad in proportion, — circumstances which add
DO little weight to one's arguments. He lived at the farm close to tho
little chapel below, and therefore took it as it were under his protection.
'• I dunno see, considerin' JJ-ernian Ashford were a good churchman, and
a-lus come to church (leastways when he went onywheres), as the Methodees
has any call to be iinprovin' on him, and takin' o' him up and caJlin'
him " [i. e. abusing him], " when he can't stand up as 'twere for hissen.
We've a smartish bit of road to go, and 'twill be a sore heft to carry will
Ashford; the days is short and it's bitter weather, and the sooner we're oft'
the better."
There was a burr of agreement in the company and a general move,
a id in a few minutes the funeral procession had streamed from the door,
G ennan leading the way. The sudden stillness which fell on the house
was almost startling after the noise and confusion. Lydia, quite worn out,
s;it down in the great chair and leant her head against', the chimney ;
Cassie was still looking out of the door to see the last of them.
" ' Yea, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we
will fear no evil,' " said Lydia, half aloud. " God is more mercifu' nor
n an, my darlin'," she added, as Cassie knelt down by her and hid her face
oa her knees, while she kissed the girl's head fondly; '"for as the heavens
a :e high above the earth, so is the Lord's mercy. Man sees but a little way
aid is very hard, God's a deal more tender than a mother and he sees
c rerything — yea, we will put our trust in the Lord.' "
The old woman who had come in to help now returned from watching
the train depart with extreme enjoyment. "To be sure it have a been a
vory fine funeral," said she, " and now we mun begin for to straighten
tilings a bit."
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CHAPTER XVIII.
THE LAST OF THE OLD HOUSE.
THE next day German received a message from tho Squire to come to
him. He was a little wizened old man with a shrewd business-like way of
doing things, and very intent upon improving his property — a most
unpopular proceeding in those days as tending to raise rents. Indeed
he was by no means so well liked as his spendthrift predecessor, who had
"had a pleasant way vri' him and a kind word wi' folk, and very open-
handed " (with other people's property as it turned out, but this was for-
gotten). " But this un is so close-fisted, and as sour as a bit o' stale oat-
cake." The manner of doing a thing signifies generally much more than the
matter in public estimation : as far as a man's reputation is concerned, it is
almost safer to injure great interests than to wound small feelings. And
there is that amount of truth in public opinion that the small feelings
turn up every hour while the great interests are perhaps years in coming.
German was ushered into the fine old room reserved for the squire
when he came to collect his rents. There was a curious mixture in it of
ancient statelincss (though his predecessor h!ld hardly lived there) and
present thrift. A beautiful panelled ceiling, and a carpet to match,
only torn and threadbare ; three or four chairs wanting a leg or otherwise
maimed, their red damask covers hanging in tatters about them, leaned
helplessly against the wall ; a great settee, with the crest of the family
carved on the back, stood on one side the fire, and two rush-bottomed
chairs on the other. The old man himself, with one of the last queues
left in England on one end of him, and shorts and blue stockings on the
other, was sitting before a mass of papers at the table. After all, however,
he was the squire, and German felt a certain " awe " as he entered.
" Well, Ashford," said he, as the young man came in and made his
' obedience,' " how did you get over the Lone Moor yesterday with the
funeral ? It must have been a sore pull for you all."
" They thought they shouldn't hardly ha' got through at the Old Mare's
Bottom," said the lad.
"And now, what's to be done about you, my man? It's a great
misfortune, a very great misfortune indeed. I'm sure I feel it — the rent
and the arrears all gone. They say your father got the back-rent in his
pocket too ? "
"It were my sister's money," said German in a low voice; "she'd
gived him every penny she had."
" And quite right of her too, but most unfortunate ; why didn't he
take it to the bankers ? Then, you know, if anything had happened to your
father, that would have been safe. And I can't afford to lose back-rent
and present rent, and arrears for soughing* and all, I can tell you." And
* Draining.
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tlio old man began to walk irritably about tlio room. " "What do you
and your mother intend to do ? " lie asked at last, as German remained
s'.lent.
" We should like to keep on the farm, sir: we've had it now, father
and son, this two hundred year, they say. I think we mid mak' a shift
to get on, if so be ye'd be patient with the rent."
" But I can't afford to be patient," said the old man, fretfully.
'• You've no capital and no stock, I hear. You'll just ruin me and the
f:irm and yourselves all together. It's out of the case, I tell you. You
won't do yourselves a morsel of good ; the sooner you go out of the farm
the better for everybody."
German's colour rose ; he went out of the room, his blood boiling.
'• 'Tother squire wouldn't ha' done it," he said to himself; but there was
fc'uth he knew in the old man's unpalatable words : he could not farm
properly, and it would be starvation to attempt to pay the future rent, let
alone the past.
The two women sat waiting to learn their fate in the stillness of a
house where a death has lately been. He flung his hat angrily down on
the ground as he entered.
" He wunna let us hae the farm, a' talked o' his back-rent. A black
c.irso be wi' him ; — he's a very having man," said he.
Neither Lydia nor Cassie uttered a word ; they took their doom in
perfect silence. There was a pathetic sort of leave-taking in the way they
looked round on the old walls, and then they turned to their work again.
Towards evening Cassie, having thought it over and over in her mind,
felt indeed that on the whole it was a relief to go. The intense isolation
was almost more than she could now bear ; she felt as if she might " hear
something " if she were more within reach of the outer world.
" Shall thee mind very much flitting, Lydia ? " said she at last,
siddenly.
" I mind thee and German being turned out i' th' cold world as it
o
were."
" Then dunna heed it, dearie, for me ; I think I'd be best down where
there's a bit more moving."
And Lydia's view of the matter altered entirely from that moment.
German indeed felt the change much the most of the three.
As they sat at the bare board that evening eating the remains of the
f ineral feast, and calculating in a sort of family council how little there
was left to them for bare existence now that everything saleable had been
sold, Lydia observed, —
" Dostna think, German, that 'twere best done at once an we are to
go ? Thee'st better leave the squire all and every think, and get thee
a quittance. He canna say aught an he have it a'."
" He'd a squoze blood out o' a flint, I raly do believe, if it could ha
luen done anyhow," said German, angrily. " I canna bear a leavin' the
o d walls, as we've a held such a many year i' th' famih7; but an we mun
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we mun," tie ended, with a touch, of the resigned fatalism which forms
so large a part of the wonderful " patience of the poor."
" And ye mun hearken for a cottage, German, up and down i' th'
town"* (it was the smallest possible hamlet). " Thou canst axe the squire
for so mich. Surely he'll make a bit o' a push to gi'e us one, so be he has
one empty, an he turns us out here just to fight along for oursen. I
heerd 'um say yesterday as old Sammy were dead ; mebbe his widder '11
be wishful to get shut o' that place up the steps."
" I canna think what for we havena heerd owt o' yer uncle," said
Lydia ; " and he as allus thowt so much o' ye both."
" They say Martha's gone for to be with him ; and she's one as would
be sure set upo' kippin' him to hersen and lettin' nobody else hae speech
nor business of him. I saw that when I were there," returned German.
The next morning the old squire was a little surprised when German
called to say they should be ready to go whenever convenient. He had
not expected so ready an acquiescence. " On ne pent pas tondre un pele
qui n'a pas de cheveux," however, and his best chance was for a share of
the stock before the inevitable smash — so he took heart and began to make
the arrangements necessary.
German suffered a good deal : he had a sort of feeling for the old
place which made it as distressing for him to leave it as if the land had
been his own patrimony. The day of their moving came ; the little cart
stood before the door which was to do its last office for its masters that
day in removing their bits o' things. Lydia was sitting on a bundle of
bedding — everything was packed in the dismantled kitchen — while Cassie
wandered round the place taking a last look at all. The last time ! — it has
a dreary sound, even when it is a little-loved place.
They were waiting for German, who was going once more round the
farm-buildings, delivering up the place to the man put in charge by the
F quire, when old Nathan appeared at the door.
" I've been so bad as I couldn't get up this long way afore now, and
I never thought as you'd be off so soon. I'm a'most glad yer aunt Bessie
ain't here for to see the like o' this," said he, looking grimly round.
" She never could ha' beared to think ye was turned adrift ; it's a dolesome
thing to see ye going out o' this fashion. Ye'd as pritty a look-out as
any lad or lass i' th' county, one mid say, half a year agone," added the
old man with a groan. " Misfortines is very hasty o' foot, and comes
most times in swarms like bees."
" I'm hoping as you're better, Master Nathan," observed Lydia, rising
from her bundles with her usual quiet courteous greeting, while Cassie set
the only stool that was left to sit on.
" Matters is mostly packed by now, but Cassie'll be fine and pleased
for to get ye a sup o' summat an ye'll think well to tak' anything arter
your long toil." And she did the honours of her empty kitchen like a true
lady. Some of the best manners in England are to be found among those
* Town— an inclosurc from the waste.
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we call " the poor." After all, manners are the expression of the nature
of the man; and consideration for others, quiet self-possession, tact and
courtesy, the essentials of a gentleman (which is indeed our shorthand
expression for these qualities combined), are to be found among them
of en to perfection, particularly in the country.
" We heerd as yer had Martha now to live with yer, uncle," said Cassie.
" Well," said the old man, " I thowt on it ; she's coming next week
fo: to stop. She's a bit over petticklar, but she's wonderful industrious ;
ard 'tis so dull wi'out a woman for to bang about and to fend for me. I
w: nt to speak to thee, Cassie," added he, drawing her into the empty
cheese-room, which looked drearier than ever, with its riches swept away.
" I were hard on thee, child, t'other time. I drama know as thou
couldst ha' done less for thy feyther but lend him the money when he'd
ill thart coil. Arter all he were thy feyther ; and so now wilt thou come
ard live wi' me, and be a child to me in my old age, and I will leave thea
a' I have when I go ? "
"I wunna leave Lyddy," said Cassie, stoutly. " Thank ye kindly a'
tho same, uncle. She and I is one. I'll not return from following arter
h(r ; where she goes I will go, and where she dies I will die," said the girl
with a passion of affection that made her voice tremble, and her rich brown
ctaek warm with colour and her eyes bright with tears. It was beautiful
to see her, and even the philosophy of Nathan the wise was not proof
against it.
" You'd make a rare loving wife, my wench, you would," he said,
admiringly.
The poor girl's ejes filled with tears as she murmured something
alout not being any man's wife, and then asked some unintelligible ques-
tion about Roland.
" No ; I hanna heerd nowt about him sin' I gin un a recommend for
Liverpool. He went off wi' that old raskil Joshuay ; but thee's better
fo-get a' about his father's son," said the old man. " Well, good-by, my
la ;s, and ye'll come to me an ye be in trouble. I'd ha' liked sorely for to
hfc'e had thee for my own," he added, clearing his throat. " Good-by,
L~'ddy. I shall come and see yer again once ye're settled," he called out
as he passed through the kitchen once more. "Eh, dearie rne, to be sure,
v/.io'd ha' thought it ? It's a sorry sight ! " repeated Nathan, shaking his
h( ad dolefully as he went out at the door again.
" What did he come for, Cassie, all in such a hurry?" said Lydia,
ai xiously, as the girl came slowly back.
" Axe me no questions and I'll tell thee no lies," answered she, with
a aughing caress.
" He came to axe thee go wi' him," Lydia went on. "I know he did,
arid thou hast given it up because o' me, my daiiin'. Think on it agin. I
can fend for German, and belike too he may many. Why shouldst thou
fli'ig away what's for thy good wi' thinkin' o' me ? "
" I was na' thinking o' thee one bit," said Cassie gaily (it was the first
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time Lydia Lad seen tlie poor girl smile for months). " I were just a
ihinkin' o' niysen. Martha Savage 'ud be a sore un to live with. Sure
life's better nor house or land, and 'tis life to live wi' thee and German.
Thou shaltna get bhut on me so," she added with a kiss.
Lydia shook her head lovingly at her, and said no more.
The little cart was soon laden ; the old squire had been substantially
kind to them, had found a small cottage in the valley below and given
them any furniture they chose to take away, the old cow and a pig. The
melancholy little party set off, German in front leading the horse, the
cart built up with the " bits o' things " — which look so pathetic — :of ^an
uprooted household. Then came Cassie driving the cow and carrying a
basket with her own particular laying hen ; and lastly, Lydia, with
certain brittle articles which the ruts made it impossible to convey other-
wise in safety. It was a dull, gloomy day : a thick mist almost blotted out the
landscape, and was nearly as wet as rain. Silently they turned away from
the old pillared gateway and the old grey house, which looked as mournful
as if it felt the desertion, and the only sound heard was the squeaking of
the little pig in a hamper at the top of the cart, which lamented its depar-
ture with loud squeals, answered from the farmyard by the cries of the
bereaved mother growing fainter and more faint in the distance. Not a
word was spoken by any of them till they reached their future home in
the small scattered hamlet below. It stood apart on the side of the hill,
in the space formed by a little quarry, out of which the house had been
built. On the other side was a steep terraced garden supported by a high
wall looking down to the green croft in which it was set. Before the
door grew two or three sycamores — the tree which flourishes best in these
hills — the tops of which are mostly bare and ugly, while vegetation creeps
down the valleys folio whig the course of the streams.
"And thou'lt set slips o' things and have a garden, dearie ?" sail
L}dia, looking round. " Sure 'tis a nice quiet pleasant place."
The two women got work to do at home from one of the small mills
which were beginning to take the place of the home -spinning, and to rise
on even obscure " water privileges ; " and German easily found a place as
eowkeeper to a farmer near. It was a peaceful life. The descent in dignity
fell heaviest on poor German, the women scarcely felt it at all ; they
hardly dared to acknowledge, even to themselves, the relief it was to live
under their own roof- tree with none to make them afraid. Still as time
went on, with no tidings of Roland, Cassie's heart grew sick with a longing
desire for a word or a sign, and her cheeks grew pale with watching and
waiting in vain.
AT THE COTTAGE.
THE
CORNHILL MAGAZINE
SEPTEMBER, 1867.
CHAPTER XIII.
AT THE COTTAGE.
ULIA L'E STRANGE was busily
engaged in arranging some flowers
in certain vases in her little draw-
ing-room, and, with a taste all her
, own, draping a small hanging lamp
with creepers, when Jack Bramleigh
appeared at the open window, and
leaning on the sill, cried out, "Good
morning."
" I came over to scold you, Julia,"
said he. "It was very cruel of
you to desert us last evening, and
we had a most dreary time of it
in consequence."
" Come round and hold this chair
for me, and don't talk nonsense."
" And what are all these fine
preparations for ? You are deck-
ing out your room as if for a village
fete," said he, not moving from his place nor heeding her request.
"I fancy that young Frenchman who was here last night," said she,
saucily, " would have responded to my invitation if I had asked him to
liold the chair I was standing on."
" I've no doubt of it," said he, gravely. " Frenchmen are vastly more
gallant than we are."
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"Do you know, Jack," said she again, "he is most amusing ?"
"Very probably."
" And has such a perfect accent ; that sort of purring French one only
hears from a Parisian."
" I am charmed to hear it."
" It charmed me to hear it, I assure you. One does so long for the
sounds that recall bright scenes and pleasant people ; one has such a zest
for the most commonplace things that bring back the memory of very
happy days."
" What a lucky Frenchman to do all this ! "
" What a lucky Irish girl to have met with him," said she gaily.
" And how did you come to know him, may I ask ? "
" George had been several times over to inquire after him, and out of
gratitude Count Pracontal, — I'm not sure that he is count though, but it
is of no moment, — made it a point to come here the first day he was able
to drive out. Mr. Longworth drove him over in his pony carriage, and
George was so pleased with them both that he asked them to tea last
evening, and they dine here to-day."
" Hence these decorations ? "
" Precisely."
' ' What a brilliant neighbourhood we have ! And there are people will
tell you that this is all barbarism here."
" Come over this evening, Jack, and hear M. Pracontal sing, — he has a
delicious tenor voice, — and you'll never believe in that stoiy of barbarism
again. We had quite a little salon last night."
" I must take your word for his attractive qualities," said Jack, as his
brow contracted and his face grew darker. "I thought your brother
rather stood aloof from Mr. Longworth. I was scarcely prepared to hear
of his inviting him here."
" So he did ; but he found him so different from what he expected, —
so quiet, so well-bred, that George, who always is in a hurry to make an
amend when he thinks he has wronged any one, actually rushed into
acquaintance with him at once."
" And his sister Julia," asked Jack, with a look of impertinent irony,
" was she too as impulsive in her friendship ? "
" I think pretty much the same."
" It must have been a charming party."
" I flatter myself it was. They stayed till midnight ; and M. Pracontal
declared he'd break his other leg to-morrow if it would ensure him another
such evening in his convalescence."
' ' Fulsome rascal ! I protest it lowers my opinion of women altogether
when I think these are the fellows that always meet their favour."
" Women would be very ungrateful if they did not like the people
who try to please them. Now certainly, as a rule, Jack, you will admit
foreigners are somewhat more eager about this than you gentlemen of
England."
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" I have heard about as much of this as I am likely to bear well
from my distinguished stepmother," said he roughly, " so don't push my
paiience further."
"What do you say to our little salon now?" said she. " Have you
evtr seen ferns and variegated ivy disposed more tastefully ?"
" I wish — I wish " — stammered he out, and then seemed unable to go on.
" And what do you wish ? "
" I suppose I must not say it. You might feel offended besides."
" Not a bit, Jack. I am sure it never could be your intention to
offond me, and a mere blunder could not do so."
" Well, I'll go round and tell you what it is I wish," and with this he
entered the house and passed on into the drawing-room, and taking his
place at one side of the fire, while she stood at the other, said seriously,
" I was wishing, Julia, that you were less of a coquette."
"You don't mean that?" said she roguishly, dropping her long eye-
las aes, as she looked down immediately after.
"I mean it very gravely, Julia. It is your one fault; but it is an
imnense one."
" My dear Jack," said she, very gravely, "you men are such churls
that you are never grateful for any attempts to please you except they be
limited strictly to yourselves. You would never have dared to call any
little devices, by which I sought to amuse or interest you, coquetry, so
long as they were only employed on your own behalf. My real offence is
that I thought the world consisted of you and some others."
" I am not your match in these sort of subtle discussions," said he,
bluntly, " but I know what I say is fact."
" That I'm a coquette ? " said she, with so much feigned horror that
Ja< k could scarcely keep down the temptation to laugh.
"Just so; for the mere pleasure of displaying some grace or some
att :action, you'd half kill a fellow with jealousy, or drive him clean mad
wiih uncertainty. You insist on admiration — or what you call ' homage,'
which I trust is only a French name for it> — and what's the end of it all ?
Yo i get plenty of this same homage ; but — but — never -mind. I suppose
I'm a fool to talk this way. You're laughing at me, besides, all this
while. I see it — I see it in your eyes."
" I wasn't laughing, Jack, I assure you. I was simply thinking that
this discovery — I mean of my coquetry — wasn't yours at all. Come, be
frank and own it. Who told you I was a coquette, Jack ? "
" You regard me as too dull-witted to have found it out, do you ? "
" No, Jack. Too honest-hearted — too unsuspecting, too generous, to
pu- an ill-construction where a better one would do as well."
" If you mean that there are others who agree with me, you're quite
" And who may they be ? " asked she, with a quiet smile. " Come, I
have a right to know."
" I don't see the right.".
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" Certainly I have. It would be very ungenerous and very unjust to
let me continue to exercise all those pleasing devices you have just
stigmatized for the delectation of people who condemn them."
" Oh, you couldn't help that. You'd do it just to amuse yourself, as
I'm sure was the case yesterday, when you put forth all your captivations
for that stupid old viscount."
"Did I?"
" Did you ? You have the face to ask it ? "
" I have, Jack. I have courage for even more, for I will ask you,
was it not Marion said this ? Was it not Marion who was so severe on
all my little gracefulnesses ? Well, you need not answer if you don't
like. I'll not press my question ; but own, it is not fair for Marion, with
every advantage, her beauty, and her surroundings "
" Her what ? "
" Well, I would not use a French word ; but I meant to say, those
accessories which are represented by dress, and 'toilette,' — not mean
things in female estimation. With all these, why not have a little mercy
for the poor curate's sister, reduced to enter the lists with very uncouth
weapons ? "
" You won't deny that Ellen loves you ? " said he, suddenly.
" I'd be sorry, very sorry, to doubt it ; but she never said I was a
coquette ? "
" I'm sure she knows you are," said he, doggedly.
" Oh, Jack, I hope this is not the way you try people on court-
martial ? "
" It's the fairest way ever a fellow was tried ; and if one doesn't feel
him guilty he'd never condemn him."
" I'd rather people would feel less, and think a little more, if I was to
be ' the accused,' " said she, half pettishly.
" You got that, Master Jack ; that round shot was for you," said he,
not without some irritation in his tone.
"Well," said she good-humouredly, "I believe we are firing into
each other this morning, and I declare I cannot see for what."
" I'll tell you, Julia. You grew very cross with me, because I accused
you of being a coquette, a charge you'd have thought pretty lightly of, if
you hadn't known it was deserved."
" Might there not have been another reason for the crossness, sup-
posing it to have existed ? " said she quietly.
" I cannot imagine one ; at least, I can't imagine what reason you
point at."
" Simply this," said she, half carelessly, " that it could have been no
part of your duty to have told me so."
" You mean that it was a great liberty on my part— an unwarrantable
liberty?"
" Something like it."
" That the terms which existed between us " — and now he spoke with
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a tremulous voice, and a look of much agitation — " could not have
warranted my daring to point out a fault, even in your manner ; for I am
sure, after all, your nature had nothing to do with it ? "
She nodded, and was silent.
" That's pretty plain, anyhow," said he, moving towards the table,
where he had placed his hat. " It's a sharp lesson to give a fellow
though, all the more when he was unprepared for it."
" You forget that the first sharp lesson came from you."
" All true ; there's no denying it." He took up his hat as she spoke,
acd moved, half awkwardly, towards the window. " I had a message for
ycu from the girls, if I could only remember it. Do you happen to guess
what it was about ? "
She shrugged her shoulders slightly as a negative, and was silent.
" I'll be shot if I can think what it was," muttered he ; " the chances
ara, however, it was to ask you to do something or other, and as, in
ycur present temper, that would be hopeless, it matters little that I
hrve forgotten it."
She made no answer to this speech, but quietly occupied herself
arranging a braid of her hair that had just fallen down.
" Miss L'Estrange ! " said he, in a haughty and somewhat bold tone.
" Mr. Bramleigh," replied she, turning and facing him with perfect
gravity, though her tremulous lip and sparkling eye showed what the effort
to seem serious cost her.
" If you will condescend to be real, to be natural, for about a minute
and a half, it may save us, or at least one of us, a world of trouble and
unhappiness."
"It's not a very courteous supposition of yours that implies I am
urreal or unnatural," said she, calmly; "but no matter, go on; say
what you desire to say, and you shall find me pretty attentive."
" What I want to say is this, then," said he, approaching where she
stood, and leaning one arm on the chimney close to where her own arm
wj s resting ; " I wanted to tell — no, I wanted to ask you, if the old relations
between us are to be considered as bygone ? — if I am to go away from
this to-day, believing that all I have ever said to you, all that you heard
— for you did hear me, Julia ? "
" Julia ! " repeated she, in mock amazement. " What liberty is this,
sir?" and she almost laughed out as she spoke.
" I knew well how it would be," said he angrily. " There is a heart-
less levity in your nature that nothing represses. I asked you to be
se ious for one brief instant."
" And you shall find that I can," said she quickly. " If I have not
bean more so hitherto, it has been in mercy to yourself."
" In mercy to me ? To me ! What do you mean ?"
" Simply this. You came here to give me a lesson this morning. But
it was at your sister's suggestion. It was her criticism that prompted you
to the task. I read it all. I saw how ill-prepared you were. You have
262 THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
mistaken some things, forgotten others ; and, in fact, you showed me that
you were far more anxious I should exculpate myself than that you yourself
should be the victor. It was for this reason that I was really annoyed —
seriously annoyed, at what you said to me ; and I called in what you are so
polite as to style my 'levity' to help me through my difficulty. Now,
however, you have made me serious enough ; and it is in this mood I say,
Don't charge yourself another time with such a mission. Reprove what-
ever you like, but let it come from yourself. Don't think lightheartedness
— I'll not say levity — bad in morals, because it may be bad in taste.
There's a lesson for you, sir." And she held out her hand as if in
reconciliation.
" But you haven't answered my question, Julia," said he, tremulously.
" And what was your question ? "
" I asked you if the past — if all that had taken place between us — was
to be now forgotten ? "
" I declare here is George," said she, bounding towards the window
and opening it. " What a splendid fish, George ! Did you take it yourself ? "
" Yes, and he cost me the top joint of my rod ; and I'd have lost him
after all if Lafferty had not waded out and landed, him. I'm between two
minds, Julia, whether I'll send him up to the Bramleighs."
She put her finger to her lip to impose caution, and said, " The
admiral " — the nickname by which Jack was known — " is here."
" All right," replied L'Estrange. " We'll try and keep him for dinner,
and eat the fish at home." He entered as he spoke. "Where's Jack?
Didn't you say he was here ? "
" So he was when I spoke. He must have slipped away without my
seeing it. He is really gone."
" I hear he is gazetted ; appointed to some ship on a foreign station.
Did he tell you of it?"
" Not a word. Indeed, he had little time, for we did nothing but
squabble since he came in."
" It was Harding told me. He said that Jack did not seem overjoyed at
his good luck ; and declared that he was not quite sure he would accept it."
" Indeed," said she, thoughtfully.
" That's not the only news. Colonel Bramleigh was summoned to town
by a telegram this morning, but what about I didn't hear. If Harding
knew — an(j i'm not sure that he did — he was too discreet to tell. But
I'm not at the end of my tidings. It seems they have discovered coal
on Lord Culduffs estate, and a great share company is going to be formed,
and untold wealth to be distributed amongst the subscribers ?"
" I wonder why Jack did not tell me he was going away ? " said she.
" Perhaps he does not intend to go ; perhaps the colonel has gone up
to try and get something better for him ; perhaps "
"Any perhaps will do, George," said she, like one willing to change
the theme. " What do you say to my decorations ? Have you no com-
pliments to make me on my exquisite taste ?"
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" Harding certainly thinks well of it," said he, not heeding her question.
" Thinks well of what, George ?"
" He's a shrewd fellow," continued he ; " and if he deems the investment
good enough to venture his own money in, I suspect, Ju, we might
risk ours."
" I wish you would tell me what you are talking about ; for all this is
a perfect riddle to me."
" It's about vesting your two thousand pounds, Julia, which now
return about seventy pounds a year, in the coal speculation. That's what I
am thinking of. Harding says, that taking a very low estimate of the
success, there ought to be a profit on the shares of fifteen per cent. In
fact, he said he wouldn't go into it himself for less."
" Why, George, why did he say this ? Is there anything wrong or
immoral about coal ? "
" Try and be serious for one moment, Ju," said he, with a slight
touch of irritation in his voice. " What Harding evidently meant was, that
a speculative enterprise was not to be deemed good if it yielded less. These
shrewd men, I believe, never lay out their money without large profit."
" And, my dear George, why come and consult me about these things ?
Can you imagine more hopeless ignorance than mine must be on all such
questions?"
"You can understand that a sum of money yielding three hundred
a year is more profitably employed than -when it only returned seventy.'
" Yes ; I think my intelligence can rise to that height."
" And you can estimate, also, what increase of comfort we should have
if our present income were to be more than doubled, — which it would be
in this way? "
" I'd deem it positive affluence, George."
" That's all I want you to comprehend. The next question is to get
Yickars to consent ; he is the surviving trustee, and you'll have to write to
him, Ju. It will come better from you than me, and say — what you can
S;iy with a safe conscience — that we are miserably poor, and that, though
^e pinch and save in every way we can, there's no reaching the end of the
year without a deficit in the budget."
" I used that unlucky phrase once before, George, and he replied,
* Why don't you cut down the estimates ? ' '
' ' I know he did. The old curmudgeon meant I should sell Nora, and
te has a son, a gentleman commoner at Cambridge, that spends more in
vine-parties than our whole income."
" But it's his own, George. It is not our money he is wasting."
" Of course it is not; but does that exempt him from all comment?
Not that it matters to us, however," added he, in a lighter tone. " Sit
clown, and try what you can do with the old fellow. You used to be a
great pet of his once on a time."
" Yes, he went so far as to say that if I had even twenty thousand
j ounds, he didn't know a girl he'd rather have for a, daughter-in-law."
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" He didn't tell you that, JIT ? " said L'Estrange, growing almost
purple with shame and rage together.
" I pledge you my word he said it."
" And what did you say ? What did you do ? "
" I wiped my eyes with my handkerchief, and told him it was for the
first time in my life I felt the misery of being poor."
" And I wager that you burst out laughing."
" I did, George. I laughed till my sides ached. I laughed till he
rushed out of the room in a fit of passion, and I declare, I don't think he
ever spoke ten words to me after."
" This gives me scant hope of your chance of success with him."
" I don't know, George. All this happened ten months ago, when he
came down here for the snipe -shooting. He may have forgiven, or, better
still, forgotten it. In any case, tell me exactly what I'm to write, and I'll
see what I can do with him."
" You're to say that your brother has just heard from a person, in
whom he places the most perfect confidence, say Harding, in short — Colonel
Bramleigh's agent — that an enterprise which will shortly be opened here
offers an admirable opportunity of investment, and that as your small
fortune in Consols "
" In what?"
" No matter. Say that as your two thousand pounds, — which now
yield an interest of seventy, could secure you an income fully four times
that sum, you hope he will give his consent to withdraw the money from
the Funds, and employ it in this speculation. I'd not say speculation,
I'd call it mine at once — coal-mine."
" But if I own this money why must I ask Mr. Vickars' leave to mako
use of it as I please ? "
" He is your trustee, and the law gives him this power, Ju, till you are
nineteen, which you will not be till May next."
" He'll scarcely be disagreeable, when his opposition must end in five
months."
" That's what I think too, but before that five months run over the
share list may be filled, and these debentures be probably double the
present price."
" I'm not sure I understand your reasoning, but I'll go and write my
letter, and you shall see if I have said all that you wished."
CHAPTER XIV.
OFFICIAL CONFIDENCES.
LORD CULDUFF accompanied Colonel Bramleigh to town. He wanted a
renewal of his leave, and deemed it better to see the head of the depart-
ment in person than to address a formal demand to the office. Colonel
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Bramleigh, too, thought that his lordship's presence might be useful when
the day of action had arrived respecting the share company — a Lord in the
City having as palpable a weight as the most favourable news that ever
sent up the Funds.
When they reached London they separated, Bramleigh taking up his
quarters in the Burlington, while Lord Culduff — on pretence of running
d3wn to some noble duke's villa near Eichmond — snugly installed himself
in a very modest lodging off St. James's Street, where a former valet
acted as his cook and landlord, and on days of dining out assisted at the
wonderful toilet, whose success was alike the marvel and the envy of
Culduff's contemporaries.
Though a man of several clubs, his lordship's favourite haunt was a
small uniniposing-looking house close to St. James's Square, called the
" Plenipo." Its members were all diplomatists, nothing below the head of
a mission being eligible for ballot. A masonic mystery pervaded all the
doings of that austere temple, whose dinners were reported to be exquisite,
and whose cellar had such a fame that " Plenipo Lafitte " had a European
reputation.
Now, veteran asylums have many things recommendatory about them,
frit from Greenwich and the Invalides downwards there is one especial
vice that clings to them — they are haunts of everlasting complaint. The
men who frequent them all belong to the past, their sympathies, their
associations, their triumphs and successes, all pertain to the bygone.
Harping eternally over the frivolity, the emptiness, and sometimes the
vulgarity of the present, they urge each other on to most exaggerated
notions of the time when they were young, and a deprecatory estimate of
the world then around them.
It is not alone that the days of good dinners and good conversation
have passed away, but even good manners have gone, and, more strangely
too, good looks. "I protest you don't see such women now" — one of
these bewigged and rouged old debauchees would say, as he gazed
at the slow procession moving on to a drawing-room, and his compeers
would concur with him, and wonderingly declare that the thing was
ii: explicable.
In the sombre-looking breakfast-room of this austere temple, Lord
CalduiY sat reading The Times. A mild soft rain was falling without ; the
w iter dripping tepid and dirty through the heavy canopy of a London fog ;
and a large coal fire blazed within, — that fierce furnace which seems so
c< mgenial to English taste ; not impossibly because it recalls the factory and
tl e smelting-hpuse — the " sacred fire" that seems to inspire patriotism by
tl e suggestion of industiy.
Two or three others sat at tables through the room, all so wonderfully
a' ike in dress, feature, and general appearance, that they almost seemed
r< productions of the same figure by a series of mirrors ; but they were
p iests of the same "caste," whose forms of thought and expression were
p -ecisely the same, — and thus as they dropped their scant remarks OB
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the topics of the day, there was not an observation or a phrase of one that
might not have fallen from any of the others.
" So," cried one, " they're going to send the Grand Cross to the Duke of
Hochmaringhen. That will be a special mission. I wonder who'll get it ?"
" Cloudesley, I'd say," observed another ; " he's always on the watch
for anything that comes into the ' extraordinaries.' "
" It will not be Cloudesley," said a third. " He stayed away a yeai
and eight months when they sent him to Tripoli, and there was a rare
jaw about it for the estimates."
" Hochmaringhen is near Baden, and not a bad place for the summer,"
said Culduff. " The duchess, I think, was daughter of the Margravine."
" Niece, not daughter," said a stern-looking man, who never turned
his eyes from his newspaper.
" Niece or daughter, it matters little which," said Culduff, irritated at
correction on such a point.
"I protest I'd rather take a turn in South Africa," cried another,
" than accept one of those missions to Central Germany."
" You're right, Upton," said a voice from the end of the room, "the
cookery is insufferable."
" And the hours. You retire to bed at ten."
"And the ceremonial. Blounte never threw off the lumbago he got
from bowing at the court of Bratensdorf."
" They're ignoble sort of things, at the best, and should never be
imposed on diplomatic men. These investitures should always be entrusted
to court functionaries," said Culduff, haughtily. "If I were at the head
of F. 0. I'd refuse to charge one of the ' line ' with such a mission."
And now something that almost verged on an animated discussion
ensued as to what was and what was not the real province of diplomacy ;
a majority inclining to the opinion that it was derogatory to the high
dignity of the calling to meddle with what, at best, was the function of
the mere courtier.
" Is that Culduff driving away in that cab ?" cried one, as he stood at
the window.
"He has carried away my hat, I see, by mistake," said another.
" What is he up to at this hour of the morning ? "
"I think I can guess," said the grim individual who had corrected
him in the matter of genealogy ; " he's off to F. 0., to ask for the special
mission he has just declared that none of us should stoop to accept."
"You've hit it, Grindesley," cried another. "I'll wager a pony
you're right."
" It's so like him."
" After all, it's the sort of thing he's best up to. La Ferronaye told
me he was the best master of the ceremonies in Europe."
" Why come amongst us at all, then ? Why not get himself made a
gold- stick, and follow the instincts of his genius ? "
" Well, I believe he wants it badly," said one who affected a tone of
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hdf kindliness. " They tell me he has not eight hundred a year left
him."
" Not four. I doubt if he could lay claim to three."
' ' He never had in his best day above four or five thousand, though he
te;ls you of his twenty-seven or twenty- eight."
" He had originally about six ; but he always lived at the rate of
twelve or fifteen, and in mere ostentation too."
" So I've always heard." And then there followed a number of little
ar ecdotes of Culduff's selfishness, his avarice, his meanness, and such
like, told with such exactitude as to show that every act of these men's
lives was scrupulously watched, and when occasion offered mercilessly
recorded.
While they thus sat in judgment over him, Lord Culduff himself was
seated at a fire in a dingy old room in Downing Street, the Chief Secretary
fo • Foreign Affairs opposite him. They were talking in a tone of easy
fa niharity, as men might who occupied the same social station, a certain
ar: of superiority, however, being always apparent in the manner of the
ni-nister towards the subordinate.
" I don't think you can ask this, Culduff," said the great man, as he
piffed his cigar tranquilly in front of him. " You've had three of these
special missions already."
" And for the simple reason that I was the one man in England who
krcw how to do them."
" We don't dispute the way you did them; we only say all the prizes
in the wheel should not fall to the same man."
" You have had my proxy for the last five years."
" And we have acknowledged the support — acknowledged it by more
thin professions."
" I can only say this, that if I had been with the other side, I'd have
mot somewhat different treatment."
" Don't believe it, Culduff. Every party that is in power inherits its
shire of obligations. We have never disowned those we owe to you."
" And why am I refused this, then ? "
" If you wanted other reasons than those I have given you, I might
be able to adduce them — not willingly indeed, but under pressure, and
especially in strict confidence."
" Reasons against my having the mission ? "
" Reasons against your having the mission."
" You amaze me, my lord. I almost doubt that I have heard you
ar:ght. I must, however, insist on your explaining yourself. Am I to
understand that there are personal grounds of unfitness ? "
The other bowed in assent.
" Have the kindness to let me know them."
" First of all, Culduff, this is to be a family mission — the duchess is
a » onnection of our own royal house — and a certain degree of display and
consequent expense will be required. Your fortune does not admit of this."
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" Push on to the more cogent reason, my lord," said Culduff, stiffly.
" Here, then, is the more cogent reason. The court has not forgotten
• — what possibly the world may have forgotten — some of those passages in
your life for which you, perhaps, have no other remorse than that they are
not likely to recur ; and as you have given no hostages for good behaviour,
in the shape of a wife, the court, I say, is sure to veto your appointment.
You see it all as clearly as I do."
" So far as I do see," said Culduff, slowly, " the first objection is my
\vant of fortune, the second, my want of a wife ? "
''Exactly so."
" Well, my lord, I am able to meet each of these obstacles ; my agent
has just discovered coal on one of my best estates, and I am now in town
to make arrangements on a large scale to develope the source of wealth.
As to the second disability, I shall pledge myself to present the Viscountess
Culduff at the next drawing-room."
" Married already ? "
" No, but I may be within a few weeks. In fact, I mean to place my-
self in such a position, that no one holding your office can pass me over
by a pretext, or affect to ignore my claim by affirming that I labour under
a disability."
" This sounds like menace, does it not ? " said the other as he threw
his cigar impatiently from him.
"A mere protocol, my lord, to denote intention."
" Well, I'll submit your name. I'll go further, — I'll support it.
Don't leave town for a day or two. Call on Beadlesworth and see
Repsley ; tell him what you've said to me. If you could promise it was
one of his old maiden sisters that you thought of making Lady Culduff, the
thing could be clenched at once, — but I take it, you have other views ? "
" I have other views," said he gravely.
" I'm not indiscreet, and I shall not ask you more on that head. By
the way, isn't your leave up, or nearly up ? "
"It expired on Wednesday last, and I want it renewed for two
months."
" Of course, if we send you on this mission, you'll not want the
leave ? I had something else to say. What was it ? "
" I have not the very vaguest idea."
" Oh ! I remember. It was to recommend you not to take your wife
from the stage. There's a strong prejudice in a certain quarter as to that, —
in fact, I may say it couldn't be got over."
"I may relieve you of any apprehensions on that score. Indeed, I
don't know what fact in my life should expose me to the mere suspicion."
" Nothing, — nothing, — except that impulsive generosity of your dis-
position, which might lead you to do what other men would stop short to
count the cost of."
" It would never lead me to derogate, my lord," said he proudly as he
took his hat, and bowing haughtily left the room.
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" The greatest ass in the whole career, and the word is a bold one,"
said the Minister as the door closed. " Meanwhile, I must send in his
nane for this mission, which he is fully equal to. What a happy arrange-
ment it is, that in an age when our flunkies aspire to he gentlemen, there
arc gentlemen who ask nothing better than to be flunkies ! "
CHAPTER XV.
WITH HIS LAWYER.
TBOUGH Colonel Bramleigh's visit to town was supposed to be in furtherance
of that speculation by which Lord Culduff calculated on wealth and
splendour, he had really another object, and while Culduff imagined him
to be busy in the City, and deep in shares and stock lists, he was closely
closeted with his lawyer, and earnestly poring over a mass of time-worn
letters and documents, carefully noting down dates, docketing, and annotating,
in a way that showed what importance he attached to the task before him.
"I tell you what, Sedley," said he, as he threw his pen disdainfully
from him, and lay back in his chair, " the whole of this move is a party
dodge. It is part and parcel of that vile persecution with which the Tory
faction pursued me during my late canvas. You remember their vulgar
allusions to my father the brewer, and their coarse jest about my frothy
oratory ? This attack is but the second act of the same drama."
" I don't think so," mildly rejoined the other party. " Conflicts are
sharp enough while the struggle lasts ; but they rarely carry their bitterness
beyond the day of battle."
" That is an agent's view of the matter," said Bramleigh, with asperity.
" The agent always persists in believing the whole thing a sham fight ; but
though men do talk a great deal of rot and humbug about their principles
on the hustings, their personal feelings are just as real, just as acute, and
occasionally just as painful, as on any occasion hi their lives ; and I repeat
to you, the trumped-up claim of this foreigner is neither more nor less than
a piece of party malignity.
"I cannot agree with you. The correspondence we have just been
looking at shows how upwards of forty years ago the same pretensions
were put forward, and a man calling himself Montagu-Evelyn Bramleigh
declared he was the rightful heir to your estates."
" A rightful heir whose claims could be always compromised by a ten-
poand note was scarcely very dangerous."
" Why make any compromise at all if the fellow was clearly an
impostor ? "
" For the very reason that you yourself now counsel a similar course :
to avoid the scandal of a public trial. To escape all those insolent com-
mt nts which a party press is certain to pass on a political opponent."
" That could scarcely have been apprehended from the Bramleigh I
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speak of, who was clearly poor, illiterate, and friendless ; whereas the
present man has, from some source or other, funds to engage eminent
counsel and retain one of the first men at the har."
" I protest, Sedley, you puzzle me," said Bramleigh, with an angry
sparkle in his eye. " A few moments back you treated all this pretension
as a mere pretext for extorting money, and now you talk of this fellow and
his claim, as subjects that may one day be matter for the decision of a jury.
Can you reconcile two views so diametrically opposite ? "
" I think I can. It is at law as in war. The feint may be earned on
to a real attack whenever the position assailed be possessed of an over-
confidence or but ill-defended. It might be easy enough, perhaps, to deal
with this man. Let him have some small success, however ; let him
gain a verdict, for instance, in one of those petty suits for ejectment, and
his case at once becomes formidable."
" All this," said Bramleigh, " proceeds on the assumption that there
is something in the fellow's claim ? "
" Unquestionably."
" I declare," said Bramleigh, rising and pacing the room, " I have not
temper for this discussion. My mind has not been disciplined to that
degree of refinement that I can accept a downright swindle as a demand
founded on justice."
t{ Let us prove it a swindle, and there is an end of it."
" And will you tell me, sir," said he passionately, " that every gentle-
man holds his estates on the condition that the title may be contested by
any impostor who can dupe people into advancing money to set the law in
motion ? "
" When such proceedings are fraudulent a very heavy punishment
awaits them."
" And what punishment of the knave equals the penalty inflicted on
the honest man in exposure, shame, insolent remarks, and worse than
even these, a contemptuous pity for that reverse of fortune which news-
paper writers always announce as an inevitable consummation ? "
11 These are all hard things to bear, but I don't suspect they ever
deterred any man from holding an estate."
The half jocular tone of his remark rather jarred on Bramleigh's
sensibilities, and he continued to walk the room in silence ; at last,
stopping short, he wheeled round and said, —
" Do you adhere to your former opinion ; would you try a com-
promise ? "
' ' I would. The man has a case quite good enough to interest a
speculative lawyer, — good enough to go before a jury, — good enough for
everything, but success. One half what the defence would cost you will
probably satisfy his expectations, not to speak of all you will spare your-
self in unpleasantness and exposure.
"It is a hard thing to stoop to," said Bramleigh, painfully.
"It need not be, at least not to the extent you imagine ; and when
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yoi throw your eye over your lawyer's bill of costs, the phrase 'incidental
expenses ' will spare your feelings any more distinct reference to this
transaction."
" A most considerate attention. And now for the practical part. Who
is this man's lawyer ? "
"A most respectable practitioner, Kelson, of Temple Court. A per-
sonal friend of my own.
" And what terms would you propose ? "
"I'd offer five thousand, and be prepared to go to eight, possibly
to ten."
" To silence a mere menace."
"Exactly. It's a mere menace to-day, but six mpnths hence it may
be something more formidable. It is a curious case, cleverly contrived
an<l ingeniously put together. I don't say that we couldn't smash it ;
such carpentry always has a chink or an open somewhere. Meanwhile
the scandal is spreading over not only England, but over the world, and
no matter how favourable the ultimate issue, there will always remain in
men's minds the recollection that the right to your estate was contested
an. I that you had to defend your possession.
"I had always thought till now," said Bramleigh, slowly, " that the
legal mind attached very little importance to the flying scandals that amuse
society. You appear to accord them weight and influence."
" I am not less a man of the world because I am a lawyer, Colonel
Br.imleigh," said the other, half tartly.
" If this must be done, the sooner it be over the better. A man of
high station — a peer — is at this moment paying such attention to one of
mj daughters that I may expect at any moment, to-day perhaps, to
receive a formal proposal for her hand. I do not suspect that the threat
of an unknown claimant to my property would disturb his lordship's faith
in my security or my station, but the sensitive dislike of men of his class
to all publicity that does not redound to honour or distinction, — the
rej ugnance to whatever draws attention to them for aught but court favour
or advancement, — might well be supposed to have its influence with him,
and I think it would be better to spare him, — to spare us, too, — this
exposure."
" I'll attend to it immediately. Kelson hinted to me that the
claimant was now in England." »
" I was not aware of that."
" Yes, he is over here now, and I gather, too, has contrived to interest
gone people in his pretensions."
" Does he affect the station of a gentleman ? "
"Thoroughly; he is, I am told, well-mannered, prepossessing in
appearance, and presentable in every respect."
"Let us ask him over to Castello, Sedley," said Bramleigh, laughing.
" I've known of worse strategy," said the lawyer, dryly.
" What ! are you actually serious ? "
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" I say that such a move might not be the worst step to an amicable
settlement. In admitting the assailant to see all the worth and value of
the fortress, it would also show him the resources for defence, and he
might readily compute what poor chances were his against such odds."
" Still, I doubt if I could bring myself to consent to it. There is a
positive indignity in making any concession to such a palpable imposture."
" Not palpable till proven. The most unlikely cases have now and
then pushed some of our ablest men to upset. Attack can always choose
its own time, its own ground, and is master of almost every condition of
the combat."
" I declare, Sedley, if this man had retained your services to make a
good bargain for him, he could scarcely have selected a more able agent."
" You could not more highly compliment the zeal I am exercising in
your service."
" Well, I take it I must leave the whole thing in your hands. I shall
not prolong my stay in town. I wanted to do something in the City, but I
find these late crashes in the banks have spread such terror and appre-
hension, that nobody will advance a guinea on anything. There is an
admirable opening just now, — coal."
" In Egypt?"
" No, in Ireland."
" Ah, in Ireland ? That's very different. You surely cannot expect
capital will take that channel ? "
" You are an admirable lawyer, Sedley. I am told London has not
your equal as a special pleader, but let me tell you you are not either a
projector or a politician. I am both, and I declare to you that this country
which you deride and distrust is the California of Great Britain. Write
to me at your earliest ; finish this business, if you can, out of hand, and if
you make good terms for me I'll send you some shares in an enterprise
— an Irish enterprise — which will pay you a better dividend than some
of your East county railroads."
" Have you changed the name of your place ? Your son, Mr. John
Bramleigh, writes ' Bishop's Folly ' at the top of his letter."
" It is called Castello, sir. I am not responsible for the silly caprices
of a sailor."
CHAPTEE XVI.
SOME MISUNDERSTANDINGS.
LORD CULDTJFF and Colonel Bramleigh spoke little to each other as they
journeyed back to Ireland. Each fell back upon the theme personally
interesting to him, and cared not to impart it to his neighbour. They
were not like men who had so long travelled the same road in life that by
a dropping word, a whole train of associations can be conjured up, and
familiar scenes and people be passed in review before the mind.
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A few curt sentences uttered by Bramleigh told how matters stood in
the City — money was " tight " being the text of all he said ; but of that
financial sensitiveness that shrinks timidly from all enterprise after a
period of crash and bankruptcy Culduff could make nothing. In his own
craft nobody dreaded the fire because his neighbour's child was burned,
and he could not see why capitalists should not learn something from
diplomacy.
Nor was Colonel Bramleigh, on his side, much better able to follow
the subject which had interest for his companion. The rise and fall of
kingdoms, the varying fortunes of States, impressed themselves upon the
City man by the condition of financial credit they implied, and a mere
glance at the price of a foreign loan conveyed to his appreciation a more
correct notion of a people than all the Blue Books and all the cor-
respondence with plenipotentiaries.
These were not Culduft's views. His code — it is the code of all his
calling — was : No country of any pretensions, no more than any gentleman
of blood and family, ever became bankrupt. Pressed, hard-pushed, he
\vould say. Yes ! we all of us have had our difficulties, and to surmount
them occasionally we are driven to make unprofitable bargains, but we
'• rub through," and so will Greece and Spain and those other countries
vhere they are borrowing at twelve or twenty per cent., and raise a loan
each year to discharge the dividends.
Not only then were these two men little gifted with qualities to render
them companionable to each other, but from the totally different way
^very event and every circumstance presented itself to their minds, each
grew to conceive for the other a sort of depreciatory estimate as of one
vho only could see a very small part of any subject, and even that
coloured and tinted by the hues of his own daily calling.
"So, then," said Culduff, after listening to a somewhat lengthy
explanation from Bramleigh of why and how it was that there was nothing
to be done financially at the moment, " so, then, I am to gather the plan
of a company to work the mines is out of the question ? "
" I would rather call it deferred than abandoned," was the cautious
reply.
" In my career what we postpone we generally prohibit. And what
c ther course is open to us ? "
"We can wait, my lord, we can wait. Coal is not like indigo or
tobacco ; it is not a question of hours — whether the crop be saved or
ruined. We can wait."
"Very true, sir; but / cannot wait. There are some urgent calls
rpon me just now, the men who are pressing which will not be so com-
jlaisant as to wait either."
" I was always under the impression, my lord, that your position as
?. peer, and the nature of the services that you were engaged in, were
& amcient to relieve you from all the embarrassment that attach to humbler
men in difficulties ? "
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"They don't arrest, but they dun us, sir; and they dun with an
insistance and an amount of menace, too, that middle-class people can
form no conception of. They besiege the departments we serve under with
their vulgar complaints, and if the rumour gets abroad that one of us is
about to be advanced to a governorship or an embassy, they assemble in
Downing Street like a Keform demonstration. I declare to you I had to
make my way through a lane of creditors from the Privy Council Office
to the private entrance to F. 0., my hands full of their confounded accounts,
— one fellow, a bootmaker, actually having pinned his bill to the skirt of
my coat as I went. And the worst of these impertinences is that the}r give
a Minister who is indisposed towards you a handle for refusing your just
claims. I have just come through such an ordeal : I have been told that
my debts are to be a bar to my promotion."
The almost tremulous horror which he gave to this last expression —
as of an outrage unknown to mankind — warned Bramleigh to be silent.
" I perceive that you do not find it easy to believe this, but I pledge
my word to you it is true. It is not forty-eight hours since a Secretary of
State assumed to make my personal liabilities — the things which, if any
things are a man's own, are certainly so — to make these an objection to
my taking a mission of importance. I believe he was sorry for his
indiscretion ; I nave reason to suppose that it was a blunder he will not
readily repeat."
" And you obtained your appointment ?" asked Bramleigh.
" Minister extraordinary and plenipotentiary to the court of Hoch-
maringhen," said Culduff, with a slow and pompous enunciation. ^
Bramleigh, pardonably ignorant of the geography of the important
State alluded to, merely bowed in acknowledgment. " Is there much —
much to do at one of these courts ? " asked he diffidently, after a pause.
"In one sense there is a great deal. In Germany the action of the
greater cabinets is always to be discovered in the intrigues of the small
dukedoms, just as you gather the temper of the huntsman from the way
he lashes the hounds. You may, therefore, send a ' cretin,' if you like, to
Berlin or Vienna ; you want a man of tact and address at Sigmaringen or
Klein-Esel-Stadt. They begin to see that here at home, but it took them
years to arrive at it."
"Whether Bramleigh was confounded by the depth of this remark, or
annoyed by the man who made it, he relapsed into a dreamy silence that
soon passed into sleep, into which state the illustrious diplomatist fol-
lowed, and thus was the journey made till the tall towers of Castello came
into view, and they found themselves rapidly careering along with four
posters towards the grand entrance. The tidings of their coming soon
reached the drawing-room, and the hall was filled by the young members
of the family to welcome them. " Remember," said Bramleigh, "we
had nothing but a light luncheon since morning. Come and join us, if
you like, in the dining-room, but let us have some dinner as soon as
may be."
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It is not pleasant, perhaps, to be talked to while eating hy persons
quite unemployed by the pleasures of the table ; but there is a sort of free
and easy at such times not wholly unconducive to agreeable intercourse,
and many little cares and attentions, impossible and unmeaning in the
more formal habits of the table, are now graceful adjuncts to the incident.
Thus was it that Marion contrived by some slight service or other to
indicate to Lord Culduff that he was an honoured guest ; and when she
filled his glass with champagne, and poured a little into her own to pledge
him, the great man felt a sense of triumph that warmed the whole of that
region where, anatomically, his heart was situated. While the others
abound were engaged in general conversation, she led him to talk of his
jcurney to town, and what he had done there ; and he told her somewhat
p.'oudly of the high mission about to be entrusted to him, not omitting to
speak of the haughty tone he had used towards the Minister and the spirit
h3 had evinced in asserting his just claims. "We had what threatened
a' one time to be a stormy interview. When a man like myself has to
recall the list of his services, the case may well be considered imminent.
B'e pushed me to this, and I accepted his challenge. I told him, if I am
n )t rich, it is because I have spent my fortune in maintaining the dignity
oi ' the high stations I have filled. The breaches in my fortune are all
honourable wounds. He next objected to what I could not but admit as a
more valid barrier to my claims. Can you guess it ? "
She shook her head in dissent. It could not be his rank, or anything
that bore upon his rank. Was it possible that official prudery had been
si ocked by the noble lord's social derelictions ? Had the scandal of
that old elopement survived to tarnish his fame and injure his success ?
and she blushed as she thought of the theme to which he invited her
approach.
"I see you do divine it," said he, smiling courteously.
" I suspect not," said she diflidently, and still blushing deeper.
" It would be a great boon to me, — a most encouraging assurance,"
said he in a low and earnest voice, " if I could believe that your interest
in me went so far as actually to read the story and anticipate the cata-
strophe of my life. Tell me then, I entreat you, that you know what I
allude to."
She hesitated. " Was it possible," thought she, " that he wished me
to admit that my opinion of him was not prejudiced by this ' escapade ' of
th rty years ago ? Is he asking me to own that I am tolerant towards
su ;h offences ? " His age, his tone generally, his essentially foreign breeding,
mi,de this very possible. Her perplexity was great, and her confusion
increased with every minute.
At this critical moment there was a general move to go into the
dr twing-room, and as he gave her his arm, Lord Culduff drew her gently
towards him, and said in his most insinuating voice, "Let me hear my
fat 3."
"I declare, my lord," said she hesitatingly, "I don't know what to
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gay. Moralists and worldly people have two different measures for these
things. I have no pretensions to claim a place with the former, and I
rather shrink from accepting all the ideas of the latter. At all events
I would suppose that after a certain lapse of time, when years have gone
over, — profitably, — I would hope, — in fact, I mean, — in short I do not
know what I mean."
" You mean, perhaps, that it is not at my time of life men take such a
step with prudence. Is that it ?" asked he, trying in vain to keep down
the irritation that moved him.
" Well, my lord, I believe about the prudence there can scarcely be
two opinions, whether a man be young or old. These things are wrong hi
themselves, and nothing can make them right."
" I protest I am unable to follow you," said he, tartly.
" All the better, my lord, if I be only leading you where you have no
inclination to wander. I see Nelly wants me at the piano."
" And you prefer accompanying her to me ? " said he reproachfully.
" At least, my lord, we shall be in harmony, which is scarcely our
case here."
He sighed, almost theatrically, as he relinquished her arm, and retiring
to a remote part of the room, affected to read a newspaper. Mr. Cutbill,
however, soon drew a chair near, and engaged him in conversation.
" So Bramleigh has done nothing," whispered Cutbill, as he bent
forward. "He did not, so far as I gather, even speak of the mine in
the City."
" He said it was of no use ; the time was unfavourable."
11 Did you ever know it otherwise ? Isn't it with that same cant of
an unfavourable time, these men always add so much to the premium on
every undertaking ? "
" Sir, I am unable to answer your question. It is my first — I would
I might be able to say, and my last — occasion to deal with this class of
people."
" They're not a bad set, after all ; only you must take them in the
way they're used to — the way they understand."
" It is a language I have yet to learn, Mr. Cutbill."
" The sooner your lordship sets to work at it the better then."
Lord Culduff wheeled round in his chair, and stared with amazement
at the man before him. He saw, however, the unmistakable signs of his
having drunk freely, and his bloodshot eyes declared that the moment was
not favourable for calm discussion.
"It would be as well perhaps to adjourn this conversation," said
Culduff.
" I'm for business — anywhere and at any moment. I made one of
the best hits I ever chanced upon after a smash on the Trent Valley line.
There was Boulders, of the firm of Skale and Boulders Brothers, — had his
shoulder dislocated and two of his front teeth knocked out. He was
lying with a lot of scantling and barrel-staves over him, and he cried out,
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* Is there any one there ? ' I said, < Yes ; Cutbill. Tom Cutbill, of
Viceregal Terrace, St. John's Wood.' "
Lord Culduff's patience could stand no more, and he arose with a
slight bow and moved haughtily away. Cutbill, however, was quickly at
his side. " You must hear the rest of this ; it was a matter of close on
ten thousand pounds to me, and this is the way it came out "
" I felicitate you heartily, sir, on your success, but beg I may be
spared the story of it."
" You've heard worse. Egad, I'd not say you haven't told worse.
It's not every fellow, I promise you, has his wits about him at a moment
when people are shouting for help, and an express train standing on its
head in a cutting, and a tender hanging over a viaduct."
" Sir, there are worse inflictions than even this."
" Eh, what ? " said Cutbill, crossing his arms on his chest, and looking
fully in the other's face ; but Lord Culduff moved quietly on, and
approaching a table where Ellen was seated, said, " I'm coming to beg
for a cup of tea ; " not a trace of excitement or irritation to be detected
in his voice or manner. He loitered for a few moments at the table,
talking lightly and pleasantly on indifferent subjects, and then moved
carelessly away till he found himself near the door, when he made a pre-
cipitate escape and hurried up to his room.
It was his invariable custom to look at himself carefully in the glass
whenever he came home at night. As a general might have examined the
list of killed and wounded after an action, computing with himself the
cost of victory or defeat, so did this veteran warrior of a world's campaign
go carefully over all the signs of wear and tear, the hard lines of pain or
chequered colouring of agitation, which his last engagement might have
inflicted.
As he sat down before his mirror now, he was actually shocked to see
what ravages a single evening had produced. The circles around his eyes
were deeply indented, the corners of his mouth drawn down so fixedly and
irmly that all his attempts to conjure up a smile were failures, while a
purple tint beneath his rouge totally destroyed that delicate colouring
.vhich was wont to impart the youthful look to his features.
The vulgar impertinence of Cutbill made indeed but little impression
ipon him. An annoyance while it lasted, it still left nothing for memory
ihat could not be dismissed with ease. It was Marion. It was what she
lad said that weighed so painfully on his heart, wounding where he was
nost intensely and delicately sensitive. She had told him — what had she
old him ? He tried to recall her exact words, but he could not. They
'vere in reply to remarks of his own, and owed all their significance to the
Context. One thing she certainly had said, — that there were certain steps
:n life about which the world held but one opinion, and the allusion was to
men marrying late in life ; and then she added a remark as to the want
>f " sympathy " — or was it " harmony " she called it ? — between them.
Eow strange that he could not remember more exactly all that passed, he
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who, after his interviews with Ministers and great men, could go home and
send off in an official despatch the whole dialogue of the audience. But
why seek for the precise expressions she employed ? The meaning should
surely be enough for him, and that was — there was no denying it — that
the disparity of their ages was a bar to his pretensions. " Had our ranks
in life been alike, there might have been force in her observation ; but she
forgets that a coronet encircles a brow like a wreath of youth ; " and he
adjusted the curls of his wig as he spoke, and smiled at himself more
successfully than he had done before.
" On the whole, perhaps it is better," said he, as he arose and walked
the room. " A mesalliance can only be justified by great beauty or great
wealth. One must do a consumedly rash thing, or a wonderfully sharp
one, to come out well with the world. Forty thousand, and a good-looking
girl — she isn't more, — would not satisfy the just expectations of society,
which, with men like myself, are severely exacting."
He had met a repulse, he could not deny it, and the sense of pain it
inflicted galled him to the quick. To be sure, the thing occurred in a
remote, out-of-the-way spot, where there were no people to discover or
retail the story. It was not as if it chanced in some cognate land of
society, where such incidents get immediate currency and form the
gossip of every coterie. Who was ever to hear of what passed in an Irish
country-house ? Marion herself indeed might write it, — she most probably
would — but to whom ? To some friend as little in the world as herself, and
none knew better than Lord Culduff of how few people the " world " was
composed. It was a defeat, but a defeat that need never be gazetted. And
after all, are not the worst things in all our reverses, the comments that
are passed upon them ? Are not the censures of our enemies and the
condolences of our friends sometimes harder to bear than the misfortunes
that have evoked them ?
What Marion's manner towards him might be in future, was also a
painful reflection. It would naturally be a triumphant incident in her
life to have rejected such an offer. Would she be eager to parade this
fact before the world ? Would she try to let people know that she had
refused him ? This was possible. He felt that such a slight would tarnish
the whole glory of his life, whose boast was to have done many things
that were actually wicked, but not one that was merely weak.
The imminent matter was to get out of his present situation without
defeat. To quit the field, but not as a beaten army ; and revolving how
this was to be done he sunk off to sleep.
279
llnapsaxh m Spain.
(CONCLUSION.)
IT is an amiable weakness, and one very characteristic of the country, that
every place in Spain considers itself better worth seeing than every other
place in Spain, and consequently in the world, and generally has some
proverb or jingle which says so pretty plainly. Thus you are told that —
He's a most unlucky devil,
Who has missed that marvel Seville.
Aid-
He, again, has just as bad a
Luck, who has not seen Granada.
0 r perhaps it may run, —
Happy for his lifetime made is
He who has set eyes on Cadiz.
Or —
City like our Salamanca !
Show me one, sir, and I'll thank ye.
44-
He's a commonplace Erastian,
Who would pass by San Sebastian.
Bit whatever the form or subject, the sentiment is always the same. I
CE.nnot recollect the corresponding " refran " — there is one no doubt —
w lich has for its theme the town of Honda. The only thing of the sort I
ci u call to mind merely pays a high compliment to the proverbial salubrity
01 the place, and may be freely translated : —
Up at Honda no one sickens :
Men of eighty, there, are chickens.
B it judging by what is always said at Granada, or Malaga, whenever the
qi lestion is raised as to the finest route westwards, I should imagine the
popular dictum must be somewhat in the form of "If you can, why then
b< yond a Doubt you ought to go by Honda." If the reader has any tolerably
g< od map of Spain at hand, a glance at it will explain how it comes that
R mda is at once a place of such decided attractions, and at the same time
sc difficult of access. The great mountain chain of which the Sierra
N )vada forms the highest and most easterly mass, runs, under different
ni mes, and with a break or two, as at Padul, near Granada, and again
cl >se to Malaga, pretty regularly, and generally parallel tu the sea-shore,
U] itil nearly opposite the Straits. There it takes somewhat the form of an
01 tspread hand, sending one finger down to Gibraltar, another to Tarifa,
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another pointing to Cadiz, another towards Jerez ; not to speak of several
thumbs in several directions. Honda lies well up among the knuckles of
this hand, consequently in the heart of an intricate mountain tract, charm-
ingly picturesque, but almost entirely roadless. In fact there are not, I
believe, ten miles of road properly so called between Malaga and Cadiz.
There are two or three between San Koque and Campo, on the way to
Gibraltar; and a magnificent road to connect Tarifa with Algeciras has been
some time laid out, and nearly a mile and a half of it is already completed
and fit for travelling ; and there are, besides, some few miles of fair road on
the approach to Cadiz ; but that is all as far as I can recollect. Conse-
quently for the traveller who wishes to take Eonda and the Konda district
en route, there is only one way, according to Spanish ideas, of doing it, —
to hire horses and a guide and make a saddle journey of it. This, with a
well-fed and well-appointed steed, would be very delightful, but the ordinary
tourist's chance of such a luxury is a poor one, and for what he gets he has
to pay dearly. It will cost him very nearly as much to ride from Malaga
to Cadiz as to go from Cadiz to Bayonne by rail. The question then will
naturally arise as to whether the game is worth the candle, and whether
there is no other way. If so, solvitur ambulando ; the difficulty may easily
be settled by sending the baggage round by Cordova, and walking, for the
enterprise is really not attended with more difficulty than a pedestrian tour
in the Tyrol.
As every book of travels in Spain contains a description of the route
from Granada to Malaga, either by the bridle-road across the Sierra Tejeda
by Alhama, or by the diligence road through Loja, that portion of the
journey may be passed over here, in spite of the temptation to loiter on
the heights above Malaga and contemplate that glorious view over the
broad rich valley down below, and its vineyards and palm-trees, with the
yellow sands and blue sea beyond : a glorious view even in this land where
they are thick as blackberries in the season, and each seems to " kill " its
predecessor by its brilliancy. A few miles up this valley lies the little
town of Alora, which owns a station on the Malaga and Cordova railway ;
and this, they told me at Malaga, was my station if I wished to walk over
the mountains to Honda, a most unaccountable and insane wish, as I was
given to understand very unmistakably.
The town itself is posted some height above the valley in a cleft
between two mountains, but there was a clean-looking little hostelry,
something between a fonda and a posada, close to the railway station,
and evidently of about the same date, which seemed to throw out a hint
in a modest way that to go farther might be to fare worse. I arrived,
however, at an unfortunate moment. El Amo, besides his business as
an innkeeper, was an orange-contractor, and the whole energies of the
establishment were absorbed in the completion of a large order from an
export house in Malaga. The landlord himself was conducting six disputes
at once with as many orange-growers, and the landlady was keeping an
eye to a bevy of dark-eyed damsels who were busy wrapping oranges in
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paper and packing them in those long boxes which are such familiar
objects in any landscape about Fish Street Hill or Billingsgate. A sound
of nail-driving in furious haste, such as might be produced by a sporting
undertaker who had backed himself to make coffins against time, came
from a verandah hard by where the boxes were being put together, an
operation which seemed to be effected with about four taps of a hammer.
Every comer was piled from floor to ceiling with the dark glossy green
fruit for they are packed green and allowed to ripen in transitu, — in
fact the orange influence was as strong all over the place as if it had been
the borough of Enniskillen, and a mere traveller was of no more account
than a tourist in a party inn at election time. In other countries, where
the travelling public is courted and petted and spoiled, this would be a
grievance, but in unlocomotive Spain the traveller soon learns his position
and ceases to look upon himself as one to whom all things must give way
because he happens to be en voyage. So, until my little business in the
way of dinner could be attended to, I amused myself with extracting
information about the orange-trade from the box-maker (which was not
as clear as I could have wished, the young man's mouth being full of
nails) and speculating on the future of these oranges, following them in
farcy as they made the circuit of the pit in company with lemonade,
girger-beer, and a bill of the play, or haply, in another place, lubricated
the rhetoric of Mr. Whalley as he denounced the Pope. As a matter of
fact it turned out they were destined for the American market, but of
course they were just as good for sentimental purposes. There is no
belter discipline for an impatient temper than a week's travelling on the
byroads of Spain. The Spaniard will not be driven. You must
accommodate your pace to his, and if you do so with a good grace all will
go smoothly. They took their time about it, I admit, but still in their
own leisurely deliberate way these good people of Alora did what they
could to make me comfortable, and the landlord produced some uncom-
monly sound Malaga seco, and over it gave me counsel of the same
quality as to my road. Honda lies some nine or ten leagues to the west
of Alora, a trifle too much for a pleasant day's walk in these latitudes ;
so I took his advice and broke the journey by putting up at the Baths of
Carratraca, an easy march of about five hours. Carratraca is a picturesque
lonely little village planted on the side of a bare wild valley shut in by
lofty grey mountains. In spite of its loneliness, or perhaps because of it,
it is high in favour as a watering-place with the people of Seville, Cadiz,
and Malaga, who muster there in great force during the autumn months.
Ebeumatic and cutaneous affections are, I believe, the special province of
the waters, but as far as I could make out there is no ailment under the
sun for which they cannot do something in the way of alleviation.
Dyspepsia, hypochondriasis, loss of appetite, over-eating, over-work, or
idleness, all these seem to find relief at Carratraca. But perhaps the
strongest proof of the marvellous efficacy of these baths is to be
found in a case which I saw quoted in the columns of El Cascabel.
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A middle-aged gentleman of ancient descent but impoverished estate had
married a lady of mature years and some property, and having thus
restored the fortunes of his house, was naturally anxious for an heir to
his name. After waiting in vain he consulted a friend, who recommended
a trial of the waters of Carratraca. The advice proved sound, for, in due
time, after a course of the baths, the worthy couple had the happiness of
welcoming a little stranger. But the effect did not cease here. For the
next fifteen years did that lady continue with astonishing regularity to
present her husband annually with a pledge of her affection and proof of
the potency of the Carratraca waters, and thus, though the continuance
of his line was made pretty safe, the restoration of his family to its
ancestral splendour remained as far off as ever.
If the landlord of the Fonda de Calenco at Carratraca had derived
any part of his income from letting out horses to travellers, I should not
have paid much attention to his lecture on the imprudence of walking
alone across the mountains to Honda. But he was evidently disinte-
rested, and besides what he said was, to some extent, backed up by the
authority of Ford. While robbers did exist, there certainly was not a
more robber-haunted district in the whole of Spain than this of which
Honda is the centre. This was the country of Jose Maria, the Kob Eoy of
Andalusia ; and it is just here that Ford says people very ambitious of a
brigand adventure may yet try the experiment with some little prospect of
success. On the other hand, it was suspicious that, according to the
landlord, all the risk lay in the neighbourhood of Honda, the immediate
vicinity of Carratraca being perfectly safe, and I had been more than once
before warned in the same way about localities which, in their turn,
recriminated on the quarter whence the warning came. Still, as there
might be something in what mine host said, it seemed advisable to take
some extra precautions. The day before leaving London, passing a shop
where a quantity of spurious jewellery was exhibited, I bethought me of
the advice in Gatherings from Spain to travellers bound for the Spanish
byroads to provide themselves with a gaudy gilt chain, the better to
satisfy brigand rapacity. Accordingly I purchased, for the sum of
eighteenpence, an exceedingly rich and massive ''Albert;" so splendid,
in fact, that up to this I had not had the courage to wear it. The present,
however, seemed to be a fitting occasion for putting it on ; and protected
by this talisman and another little trinket, also recommended by Ford, a
fresh-capped pocket revolver, I left Carratraca long before the most con-
scientious invalid had begun to think of his morning bath, and by sunrise
had got over the first league of the road to Honda. I ought rather to say
the path, for in truth it was a mere track, a streak of dust winding along
the bare brown mountain- side, and scarcely distinguishable from it. I
cannot honestly commend this route to Honda for richness or soft beauty
of landscape ; but there is a pervading grimness about the scenery which
saves it from being commonplace. It is a good sample of " tawny Spain "
in her tawniest mood. League after league the path runs on climbing
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sepif .-coloured mountains topped by grey crags, and dipping into stony
valleys innocent of tree, shrub, or verdure of any sort. Now and again, at
rare intervals, it leads past a lonely cortijo, or farmhouse, with its corral
and draw-well and cluster of ragged sheep huddled together in the shade
of the outer wall, and once it passes through a village, El Borgo, I think,
by name. Here I had my first experience of the naturally savage and
brutil disposition of the inhabitants of these wild mountains. A little
abo^e the village the path divided, and fancying the left branch to be the
moro likely line, I took it. I had scarcely done so when I was stopped
by a hideous bellowing in the rear, and found myself pursued by a breath-
less boor of truculent aspect. " Was my worship going to Ronda ?" he
asked, when he came up. " Very good : then in that case my worship
had better take the other path, as it saved at least half a league." A
noblo fig-tree, the first tree I had seen since leaving Carratraca, with a
well at its foot, and genuine grass round it, presently suggested a halt for
breakfast. Refreshment always tends to expand the sympathies, and leads
one to think better of one's fellow-creatures. It may have been this, or it
may have been the friendly villager, that made me begin to take an easy
and philosophical view of the robber question ; but I think the reflection
of ny own figure in the waters of the well had something to do with it.
It had not struck me before that there was necessarily any incongruity in
walling across country carrying a knapsack and at the same time wearing
a chain of such magnificence as the one I had on ; but leaning over the
well I had an opportunity of studying the general effect, and could not
help perceiving how grossly inconsistent the ornament was with the cha-
ract or and circumstances of a pedestrian. One or two other considerations
also suggested themselves. If there were really robbers about, such a
reel less display of property was, to say the least, imprudent ; if there was
no such excuse for it, it looked very like vulgar ostentation ; and if
criminal propensities were merely latent in the neighbourhood, clearly
I wus not justified in tempting the inhabitants by a wanton exhibition of
wea th. There was no way out of the dilemma, so I pocketed the chain,
and never wore it again. Whether or not there is any real risk to be
encountered on these roads from robbers or mala gente, I cannot take
upo i myself to say. The mere fact that I met with none of the profession
of ( ourse proves nothing. But, after walking alone through the part of
Spain that has the worst reputation in this respect, my impression is that
of sill the bugbears raised to fright the traveller in the Peninsula, the
robl>er bugbear is the one which has the least foundation in fact.
Approached from this side, Ronda shows itself at last at the far end of
a vr st flat, which is neither a plain nor a valley, nor yet a basin, but
something compounded of all three. It is not exactly one of the dehesas
y d^spoblados of Spain, for here and there small patches of tillage, and a
farrihouse or two, are to be seen. But, except for these signs of life, it
is r, mere waste, strewn with blocks of limestone and overgrown with
tliis ;les and brushwood. Wandering over this dreary tract the path comes
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at length to a bridge many sizes too large for the stream it spans, passes
through a straggling oak wood, and then, on a sudden and without the
slightest warning, becomes a most respectable, broad, highly-civilized, and
macadamized road, and enters the town of Honda with as much pomp and
circumstance as if it was the camino real de Madrid, and constructed
throughout regardless of expense. But this is one of the commonest of
the cosas de Espafia. When the mutual interests of, let us say, Konda
and Oarratraca demand a good road fit for every description of traffic, the
work is taken up on both sides with the greatest energy, and a mile or
two at each end completed in the most admirable manner ; the rest is left
to be finished — mafiana. If the landlord at Carratraca exaggerated the
dangers of the road, he certainly did not over-estimate the distance. He
said it was, not six leagues as I had been told, but seven and long ones,
and so they proved. Judging by time and pace, I should estimate the
distance between Carratraca and Honda at about thirty miles.
Konda — as everybody knows who reads handbooks, guidebooks, or
books of travel — is made up of a new and an old town ; the former a clean,
snug, cheerful little place, with regular streets, neat houses, a bull-ring —
the handsomest though not the largest in Spain — and an alameda, com-
manding one of the noblest views of plain and mountain in the Peninsula ;
the latter a genuine Moorish town, built without plan or purpose, all
narrow zigzag lanes of lean-to houses, with loopholes of windows and
massive doors studded with nails of every possible pattern. The lion of
Honda — the leading feature of the place — is the Tajo, the chasm that
separates these two. The town stands on a platform of rock along the
edge of a precipice from three to five hundred feet in depth. This
platform is cut into two nearly equal portions by a mighty cleft some
eighty or a hundred yards across, and something in the shape of a Z, or S
reversed. The old Moorish Honda stands in the upper angle or bend,
and is thus protected by a precipice on every side, except on the south,
where a narrow steep ridge affords an approach from the plain. There
is only one city in the world that can be fairly compared with Honda.
The comparison has been already made by M. Desbarrolles, but the
similitude had struck me before I had seen it in Deux Artistes en Espagne.
Honda, the old town, is in miniature the city of Constantina in Algeria.
But, after all, it is only in miniature. Grand as the Tajo is, with its
gloomy depths, beetling walls of rock, and rushing stream, it is little better
than a trench compared with that weird gulf that encompasses the old
capital of Numidia. Honda, however, it must be confessed, has the
advantage in point of surrounding scenery. Constantina has nothing to
show like that noble amphitheatre of purple mountains which bounds the
view as you look out over the broad valley of the Guadiaro from the
terrace of the alameda.
The walk from Honda to Gaucin is in nearly every respect the oppo-
site of that from Carratraca to Honda. The path, indeed, is just as
primitive, but it runs through scenery of an entirely different character.
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The more obvious route southward would seem to lie along the valley of
the Guadiaro (" Guadairo" in Murray, but I follow the commoner spell-
ing) :; but the mountain-path by Gaucin is far finer and perhaps a trifle
shorter. Passing out through the Moorish gateway at the bottom of the
town it ascends the opposite slope, at each turn as it rises presenting a
wider view of the basin of Konda, with the old town on its throne of rock
in the centre, and the many-peaked Serrania closing it in on every side ;
and then crossing the crest it dips into a new region, a region of deep
tortuous valleys, separated by sharp ridges, thickly wooded from top to
bottom. Among these the path winds in and out, now skirting the rim
of a shadowy gorge, from the depth of which there comes up the grateful
tinkling sound of falling water, now running along the bare narrow edge
of some projecting spur, between ravines with sides all but precipitous ;
past vineyards, and olive-yards, and gardens where pomegranates, figs, and
oranges hang overhead, and the ground is strewed with water-melons and
golden pumpkins ; and now and then taking on its way the rough-paved,
zigzag street of some quaint, picturesque little Moorish village. This
district is indeed the most intensely Moorish part of Spain, more
Moorish, I think, than even the Alpujarras ; and no doubt the contrast it
presents in richness and cultivation is in a great measure due to that trace
of the blood of the industrious, garden-loving Moor, which still survives
in these valleys. On almost every knob or promontory there sits one of.
these townlets, with its white walls glittering in the distance like a carving
in alabaster ; and some of the sites are wonderfully picturesque. One
village in particular, Benarraba, if I mistake not, on the left-hand side of
the road, about half-way between Algatocin and Gaucin, is perched upon
the very apex of a steep cone rising abruptly in the centre of a deep basin,
and for connection with the rest of the world seems to have nothing what-
ever to depend upon but a narrow isthmus, almost as sharp as a knife's
edge, which in a sort of way joins it with the neighbouring mountain- side.
A little beyond this, Gaucin suddenly conies in sight. A wall of grey lime-
stone, crowned by an old castle, seems to stretch across the valley below
from side to side, with a bare brown sierra rising beyond it. To the right
lies the little town, peeping over some green slopes dotted with stone
pines- ; and on the left, far away above the tops of the distant hills, a
strange -looking dark-blue crag, backed by a big shadowy mountain still
more distant, forces itself somewhat obtrusively on the vision. Just at
this period of the journey I had for travelling companion a trader bound
for Gibraltar with a cargo of fowls, which were stowed away Spanish
fashion, heads and tails, in nets on the back of a mule. By the way he
tried hard to get me to take off his hands an apoplectic pullet, at the very
point of death from having been carried several leagues head downwards
in the middle of a mass of poultry, which he assured me I should find
muy tierno, and far better than anything I was likely to get at Gaucin.
As we turned the corner where the view just mentioned opens out, he
called my attention to it, addressing me as " caballero," which, as he was
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mounted and I on foot, was a gratifying recognition of my social status.
I replied to the effect that I saw the view, and on the whole approved of
it, but without showing any extraordinary enthusiasm. " Dios ! " ex-
claimed the poulterer, in a burst of indignation ; " un Ingles ! y no conoce
Gibraltar ! " And so indeed it was. Coming on it in this unexpected
way, I had not recognized the dear old rock in that small perky pyramid
in the distance, or perceived that I had before me the substantial verities
of Abyla and Calpe, the Pillars of Hercules, Gibel Musa and Gibel Taric.
Whatever may be thought of it throughout the rest of Spain, Gibraltar
is made a good deal of just here, and I fancied I could detect its influence
all along the route in sundry minor matters. The posadas, for instance,
are very different from the posadas elsewhere : I never met with a specimen
of the bloodsucker tribe in any one of them. The house of Senor Juan
Polo, opposite Plaza de Toros, at Honda, is as snug a little inn as any
one could desire : the " Ingles Hotel " (as I think it describes itself) at
Gaucin is more of the rough-and-ready order, but still reasonably clean
and comfortable : * as to Mr. Macre's Fonda Inglesa, at San Roque, it is
unnecessary to say anything, except that it differs from an English inn of
the very cosiest sort in one particular only, — there is real sherry to be had
on the premises ; and he must be a fastidious traveller who cannot take
his ease under the roof of Bernardo Salinas, at Algeciras. Certain indi-
cations here and there show that the wandering Briton has something to
do with all this : indeed, I could perceive along the road that, even with a
knapsack, he was not an entirely unfamiliar object. Now and then, it is
true, I heard a voice say as I passed, " Madre ! madre ! ven aca," and
occasionally I enjoyed a few sarcastic observations from burnt-umber-
coloured boys, who seemed to have come out of some canvas of Murillo's ;
but it was clear that the keen edge of curiosity had been previously
taken off.
* The benevolent and anonymous gentleman who bequeathed his copy of that
thrilling romance, The History of Fanny White and her Friend Jack Rawlings, to the
next sojourner at this inn, deserves a word of thanks, and he is thanked accordinglj.
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From Gaucin to San Koque the way lies first by countless zigzags
down the face of the great mountain wall with which the Serrania seems
to end abruptly ; and then, for a couple of leagues, along the fair valley
of the Guadiaro, through a wilderness of oleanders. As to path, there
is rot much to speak of, and such as there is changes its mind about
the side of the river it ought to keep almost every two hundred yards ;
but that matters little in this climate, where wetting your feet is rather
a luxury than the contrary. As Ford says, there is a lonely venta
on the river-bank; but, alas, that amber wine of Estepona, which he
directs his disciples to call for, is no longer on draught there. They
offered me as a substitute aguardiente, — a liquid compared with which
absinthe is nectar, and which for smell and taste can compete with the
most abominable beverages the distiller's art is able to produce. Neverthe-
less the Spaniards, with the finest wines in the world at their command,
think there is nothing like it, as indeed is the truth. A little beyond
the venta mentioned by Ford, the valley of the Guadiaro bends to
the left, and the road to San Roque quits its banks, and crossing the
tributary stream of the Jorgargante, passes up a beautiful wild defile, like
a Eighland glen, and then, taking to the hillside once more, presently
plunges into the shade of a sinister-looking cork wood, just the place
for a brigand adventure of the regular dramatic type. Some years ago
the path would have been a perilous one for a solitary traveller ; for
this was a favourite beat with Jose Maria and his band, but now there
is Lttle risk of meeting any more formidable law-breaker than a chance
conlrabandista. From the top of the hill above the wood Gibraltar and
Afri >a once more burst upon the view, towering over the heights of San
Boqie. But it is from the south side of the town that Gib and its
surroundings are seen to full advantage. There, at your feet, lies the gate
of the Mediterranean ; far away, across the strait, the rugged mass of
Gib< 1 Musa looms big and grey, with the little hill of Ceuta at its foot.
On the right are Carnero Point and the white walls of Algeciras ; and
ther.ce the shores of the bay sweep round in a noble curve to where the
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great " Rock " lies at anchor, moored to Europe by a rope of sand;
for, in truth, the famous neutral ground seems little better as you look
down upon it from San Roque, and Spain's geographical grievance against
England appears to have wonderfully little ground to stand on. Not that,
after all, it really is a Spanish grievance. Educated Spaniards understand
the case, and only think it a pity that the arm of Spain is not strong
enough to wield such a weapon ; and as for the uneducated, they think —
nothing about the matter one way or the other. The only genuine growls
at Gibraltar come from the other side of the Pyrenees.
Whether or not Gibraltar is geographically Spain, to the English
tourist it is unquestionably England ; England at least represented by a
mixture of Woolwich and Ratcliff Highway, with an African climate, and
a habit of cutting itself off from the rest of the world at gun-fire. At any
rate so much England and so little Spain that it is quite out of place in a
knapsack tour in Spain except as one of the halts en route. A word or two,
however, may be said about the opposite side of the Straits, which both
Ford and O'Shea recognize as coming fairly within the limits of Spanish
travel. I had some thought of crossing over from Gibraltar to Tangier ;
but not finding an opportunity I gave up the idea and went on to Algeciras
en route for Tarifa and Cadiz. At Algeciras I found there was a small
schooner that set forth every morning, " God willing," like the Hawes fly
in The Antiquary, for Ceuta, carrying the mails, and also passengers
at a peseta a head. There was something so fascinating in the idea
of "Africa and back" for one-and-eightpence, and the Moorish city of
Tetuan seemed to be within such easy reach of Ceuta, that I immediately
secured a passage. This little schooner and the voyage generally were
good illustrations of cosas de Espafia. We sailed at six in the morning,
and dropped slowly down the bay till abreast of Carnero point, when it
fell dead calm, and instead of making for Ceuta, we began to drift
rapidly outwards through the straits, as if with the intention of drop-
ping her Majesty's mails at the Bermudas. Whereupon the captain
anchored, and there, for about eight hours, we lay, broiling under a sun
hot enough to cook a beefsteak, watching the porpoises tumbling by in
an endless game of leap-frog, and the purple jelly-fishes as they rose to
the surface and winked at us and went down again, and staring at the
African shore that lay quivering opposite in the hot haze, until we had
every creek and promontory by heart. For my part, so burnt in upon
my memory is that view, I feel sure I could, with shut eyes, at any
moment sketch off the whole coast from Ceuta to Cape Spartel, without
missing a single peak or depression in its outline. At last even El Capitan
had had enough of it — though I suspect if the supply of cigarettes on
board had held out we should have remained at anchor longer — and we
weighed. And now I perceived the reason of what had puzzled me at
first, that this old tub of forty or fifty tons should have a crew of about
five-and-twenty men. These calms are, it seems, of frequent occurrence,
and when they are very obstinate it is necessary to tow the packet, the
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man relieving each other in batches during this toilsome and tedious pro-
ct ss. In this way we crept across the strait at the rate of about a mile
and a half an hour. Once or twice a breeze sprang up, but it always died
avay the moment the towing crew got on board again, and it was not till
tea in the evening that the royal mails for the important town and fortress
of Ceuta — the African rival of Gibraltar — were landed after a passage
of about fourteen miles in sixteen hours. A week afterwards I crossed
apiin in the same schooner, but this time there was too much wind for
her, and we had to wait at Ceuta for upwards of four hours till the
woather moderated. Perhaps the despatches and letters are not very
important — as for the passengers, they, of course, don't count for any-
thing ; but still one would have fancied it might have occurred to some
01 ie long ago that, even from an economical point of view, a small
st3amer, with an engineer and stoker and a couple of sailors, would
in the end effect a considerable saving in wages, to say nothing about
tine.
Ceuta may be a rival, as far as position goes, but in appearance it is a
sc rt of parody of Gibraltar. Like Gibraltar it is all but an island, joined to
Ai'icabya strip scarcely so wide even as the neutral ground ; but Ceuta is
a mere hill, while Gibraltar is a mountain, with stupendous precipices and
a lordly crest. In fact, there is the same difference between them in
appearance as between a squab butcher's dog and a bloodhound. I have
no right, however, to criticize the looks of Ceuta, for, in the person of its
governor, it treated me with genuine Spanish courtesj7". I soon found that
Tjtuan, though only seven or eight leagues off, was not to be reached so
ersily as I had fancied. There were visas and permisos to be got before
I could leave the fortress, and then I must have an escort before the
Emperor of Morocco would allow me to travel in his dominions. This
S( emed altogether too much fuss, and fuss is always fatal to enjoyment in
travelling, so I gave up Tetuan, and contented myself with lounging about
Cjuta and sketching the Tetuan mountains. But, strolling down the
ED am street, I was stopped by an officer, who told me the General
C3mmandant wanted me, and on reaching the Fonda I found that
I had indeed been sent for. I had been detected in the crime of sketch-
ir g inside a Spanish fortress, and now I was in for it : this was my own
theory, but it was clear the people of the Fonda suspected that there was even
a blacker case against me. The truth turned out to be that one of my
ft How- voyagers of the day before was the Governor's private secretary,
a: id hearing me say something about an intention of going to Tetuan he
h id spoken of it to his chief, who in the friendliest and kindest way had
irade all the necessary arrangements, procured a Moorish soldier for
ei- cort, and sent a letter of recommendation to the kaid of the district.
Nothing remained therefore but to hire a horse so as to enter Tetuan
w ith becoming dignity — I found afterwards it was far more dignified and
n uch more agreeable to walk — and make ready for an early start next
n orning.
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At one of the little Moorish guardhouses a couple of miles south of
Ceuta, I found my " Moro del Rey," as the Spaniards call the native troops,
waiting for me. He was a sturdy, well-built, good-looking fellow, with
a ruddy complexion and merry blue eyes, and altogether as unlike the
ideal Moor as anything could be. But of course the inhabitants of these
mountains, as well as those of the. adjoining Riff country, are not Moors as
the term is generally understood, but Berbers, of the same blood as the
Kabyles of Algeria. He wore the loose -sleeved striped djellab which in this
part of Barbary takes the place of the picturesque Arab burnous, and for arms
he had a sword slung across his shoulder and a prodigiously long gun which
looked like the butt half of a salmon-rod. As the uniform worn by the
army of the Emperor of Morocco is not very well known I give his portrait
here. The other figure represents a Moroccan lady in her walking costume,
which consists of an enormous palmetto hat and a quantity of cotton
cloth wound round the body so as to give it very much the appearance of
a gigantic chrysalis. She is one of three whom we overtook on the road in
the course of the day, but whether young or old, fair or foul, I cannot say,
for on our coming up with them they all coyly turned their faces to
the bushes, and kept them so steadily until we had passed. The only
Moorish female face I caught a glimpse of during my stay in Tetuan was
a very striking one. It was fat, and of a dead uniform white like a
bladder full of lard, and its no-expression was assisted by a pair of intensely
black, lack-lustre eyes, which had no speculation in them. The walk
from Ceuta to Tetuan is a very charming one. As far as Cape Negro the
path lies partly along the beach of a beautiful bay, partly over an undu-
lating tract thickly covered with jungle and brush. In front rise the
noble mountains of the Riff country, with the boldest and grandest outlines,
some of them, I imagine, not far short of ten thousand feet in height ; on
one side is the boundless blue Mediterranean, and on the other Gibel
Musa, and the broken Sierra which was the principal scene of the short
struggls between Spain and Morocco a few years ago. It was along hera
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tiie Spaniards advanced and the Moors retreated ; and indeed we had not
gone very far before my Moro picked up and presented me with a token of
tie fact in the form of a battered conical bullet. He had served in the
campaign himself, and had a good deal to say about it — for he spoke
Spanish pretty glibly ; but though he had been badly wounded, and had
an ugly scar to show on his arm, he did not seem to bear the Spaniards
any ill-will.
Close under Cape Negro we came on a body of fishermen, who
lad just had a wonderful haul of sardines. The beach could scarcely be
seen for sardines ; they lay in heaps, in piles, in stacks, and next day I
remarked all Tetuan was subject to a pervading sardine influence. In
every street there was a sound of frying and a smell of fish ; baskets
of sardines met one at every turn, the pavement was slippery with their
fragments, and the street boys pelted each other and the passers-by with
them. From Cape Negro the route turns landward across a broad bushy
plain for seven or eight miles, until it strikes upon the tract of garden-
ground which forms the suburbs of Tetuan. Here, I remember, we came
i.pon an alfresco cafe, consisting of a small fire, a coffee-pot, three cups,
a piece of matting, and half-a-dozen Moors for company. My warrior,
TV ho seemed to be one of those jolly fellows who are on intimate terms
Y/ith a whole country-side at once, knew them all, and we had of course
to stop and drink with them, a pleasure I could have excused, having
already had some experience of Arab and Moorish coffee, which is always
one-third bitterness, two-thirds mud.
As far as situation goes, there are few prettier towns in the world than
Tetuan. It lies in a funnel-shaped valley, which opens out eastwards
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into a noble plain, sloping down to the Mediterranean, and watered by a
pleasant winding stream with wooded banks. On the south and east lies
a rich tract of gardens and orchards. On the north rises the steep hill
on which the Kasbah stands, and on the opposite side of the valley the
peaks of the Riff mountains shoot up, with the summits of N'hassan
and N'sayah — I follow my Moor's pronunciation — conspicuous among
them.
As for the town itself, it is a genuine Barbary city, very white and very
dirty ; in its architecture, for the most part very mean, but often sur-
passingly graceful; an intricate maze of narrow lanes with occasional
rabbit-hutches for shops, and in the centre, a large square sook, or " sok,"
as they call it in Morocco Arabic, which represents its " plaza," or
" grande place," and on which a great deal of noise is transacted during
the business hours of the day. Its manufactures, as far as I could see,
are long Moorish guns, of which it seems to produce a great number, and
very neatly finished and well turned out many of them seemed to be ; and
all sorts of articles, from shoes to sabretaches, in that red creased leather
which we know as morocco. But Tetuan suffered severely by the Spanish
invasion ; before that, it was the fourth city in importance in the Empire
of Morocco, taking rank after the capital, Fez, and Mequinez ; and, not to
speak of the ruins on the Kasbah hill, there are signs about it to show that
it has been a richer and more thriving place than it is now. I am afraid,
on the whole, my friends the Dons have not treated poor Tetuan quite
fairly. In the course of war they could not help injuring it, perhaps, but
they need not have added insult to injury, as I must say I think they have
in the matter of the church, which is such a conspicuous object in the
centre of the town. There are hardly, I suppose, fifty Spaniards, includ-
ing the consular staff, resident in Tetuan, and it is not easy to believe
that it was their spiritual necessities that called for a place of worship on
that scale. The real object of the building seems to be to emphasize the
triumph of Catholic Spain over her old Moslem foe, and no doubt to the
parti pretre there must be something very fascinating in the idea of a
grand Christian temple holding its head high among the mosques of the
Prophet. But there is a trifle too much swagger about the edifice, and it
is not calculated, I imagine, to increase the affection of the Moors for
Christianity. Nor, for that matter, the respect, especially if the church
bells ring as they do in Spain. There is no sound which carries less of
solemnity with it than the voice of a Spanish church-bell. Even the
clank clank of Little Bethel on Sunday evening is an awe-inspiring sound
compared with it. The bell is not tolled as in other countries, but turns
head over heels as hard as it can go, producing the most rollicking kind
of peal that can be imagined. Any one who knows the melody of that
grotesque old lyric " The Cork Leg " has a fair idea of its rhythm. It
rattles away with all the distracting volubility of a patter song, and a
queerer chime there never rang, for the clapper flies round with a comical
clang, beating a kind of iambic bang, and you'd almost swear the belfry
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nang " Ri-ioo-ral-loo-ral-loo-ral-loo, Ri-too-ral-loo-ral-lay," &c. &c. A
strange summons to worship this must sound to ears accustomed to the
rolemn voice of the muezzin that,
Loud in air, calls men to prayer,
From the tapering summit of tall minarets.
Out of the ordinary heat of travellers as Tetuan is, there is remark-
ably good accommodation to he had under the roof of the worthy
Mr. Solomon Nahon, who is, I helieve, vice-consul for every Power in
Europe. His house stands in the Jewish quarter of the town, and is an
excellent specimen of a Moorish dwelling of the hetter sort, a kind of
domestic Alhamhra with painted wooden galleries running round a patio
in the centre ; where, by the way, he and his family on my arrival were
celebrating the Feast of Tabernacles in a temporary arbour dressed up
^vith palm branches. With comfortable quarters, a quaint and picturesque
lown to lounge about, and glorious scenery to gaze upon, I found time
:it Tetuan very pleasant, so pleasant that I began to think of further
• explorations ; to dream of penetrating into the recesses of those noble
iSiff mountains which would make any mountaineer's mouth water, and
oven to speculate upon the possibility of a journey to Fez and Mequinez,
only five days from Tetuan. But a conversation with the British Consul
showed me that that little expedition was not one to be lightly undertaken.
A Christian, in fact, going to Fez, must either go in disguise or with a
strong armed party ; so, at least, I gathered from Mr. Green, who pro-
bably knows more about this corner of Africa than any other European.
There appears to be nothing savage or fanatical, however, about the
Tetuan people, as far as I could see ; I found them in the main
xiendly, good-natured folk, and in my rambles about the streets and
on the Kasbah hill I certainly met with no incivility, "but quite the
contrary."
There is one walk I ought to mention before I have done with walks
:n Spain, — that from Algeciras to Tarifa, and I speak of it with tender
''egret, as it was my last walk among the Andalusian mountains. Ford,
.•ecommending the route as a ride, calls it " glorious ; " and if it is glorious
:o the cavalier, it must be more so to the easy and independent pedestrian,
[t is a short walk, too, only four leagues, and those very cortas from the
scenery through which they pass. The rough mountain track that runs
vvestward from Algeciras, after three or four miles of ups and downs, opens
it length on the vale of the Guadalmesil. Rugged grey mountains enclose
;he head of the valley ; its sides are thickly dotted with cork and evergreen
oaks, among which the little river tumbles seaward in a succession of
cascades, pools, and rapids ; and beyond, through its jaws, are seen the
African mountains, and the dark blue .strait, flecked with slender white
'atteen sails, that look like the wings of dipping sea-birds. More splendid
3ven is the view which follows when the summit of the opposite height is
gained, and, looking back, you see Gibraltar, not now like a lion couchant,
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as from San Roque, but in its cuerpo aspect, like the corpse of a warrior
on his bier, the broad bay slumbering at his feet, and beyond the blue
sierras of the Malaga mountains rising tier above tier, till they melt away
into the sky. A little farther on the ancient town of Tarifa comes in
sight, with its mole, its port, its girdle of Moorish walls and towers,
and its old castle, where you may still see the window from which
Guzman el Bueno threw the dagger to the Moors below when they
offered his son's life as the price of the fortress. Fresh as I was from
the land of the Moor, with the memory of Moorish sights, sounds, and
smells still strong, Tarifa, with its horseshoe archways, barbed battle-
ments, and narrow, dark, winding streets, struck me as being the most
Moorish town I had seen in Spain. It is right that it should be so, for of
all the towns in Spam, or in Europe, it is the nearest to the land of the
Moors. The extreme south point of Europe, the complement of the North
Cape, is to be found in the little peninsula which now constitutes the fort
of Tarifa. I had some little difficulty in finding it — indeed, I had no
right to enter the fort at all, and only got in through the laches of a
good-natured sentry — and when I did find it, I had but brief enjoyment
of it. The rising tide — for there are tides here — drove me back, and
I had to relinquish to an old artilleryman, who sat fishing on the next
rock, and had no more sentiment in his composition than a conger-eel,
the proud position of being the most southerly individual on the continent
of Europe.
It was, perhaps, an appropriate end to a pedestrian ramble in the far
south of Europe. I might well, I afterwards found, have gone on foot, at
any rate, as far as the fine old Moorish town Vejer ; but the road did not
look interesting, and I discovered there was a diligencia for Cadiz, and so
I set down Tarifa as long® finis chartaque vi&que.
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cfoftiiujs from the Dfote-Haolt -of an Undmtogd (Boltertor.
ON Saturday the 23rd of February, 1867, there was sold at the auction-
looms of Messrs. Sotheby, "Wilkinson, and Hodge, an etching of Rembrandt,
for the enormous sum of One thousand one hundred and eighty pounds.
Never before has such a price, or anything like such a price, been paid for
what, though unquestionably a very great rarity, is, after all, far from
being unique. It is a memorable event, destined perhaps to hold the same
place in the history of engraving that the sale of the Soult Madonna
does in painting, or that of the 1471 Boccaccio in bibliography. Other-
wise, if engravings are to fetch such astounding prices now-a-days, one of
the inducements for print-collecting used by Mr. Maberly — a name I shall
often have occasion to quote — will no longer be true: "One first-class
picture would purchase every purchasable print that it is desirable to
possess."
But I must give some description of the etching in question. It
represents Christ healing the sick, but is more commonly known among
collectors by the name of the " Hundred Guilder," because a copy of it
was sold during Rembrandt's lifetime for that sum. Rembrandt is
not happy in his attempts to represent Scripture subjects. Dutch burgo-
masters and their good ladies, estimable creatures as they are, hardly
come up to our notions of models, either for devotional subjects or for
beauty and grace. In artistic effects, however, in the management of
light and shade, in startling contrasts, and in versatility of imagination,
Rembrandt's etchings are unrivalled, and all these charms are no doubt
to be found in the " Hundred Guilder." And it is only proper to say
that the impression in question is not one of the prints Mr. Maberly
was thinking of. For there is a special circumstance which gives a
peculiar value to this impression — which is, that it, with seven others,
are the only known examples of the " first state " of the etching. But
all my readers may not know what " first state " means.
When an etcher or engraver was busy about his plate, he was very
naturally in the habit of taking off impressions every now and then
to see how his work was getting on. These impressions were called
artist's proofs, and no doubt in most instances, after serving their purpose,
were considered of but little more value than waste paper. But Rembrandt,
finding that not only were his finished etchings selling well, but that some
curious collectors eagerly laid hold upon these unfinished scraps, thought
he could turn an honest penny — rather a failing of his — by multiplying the
" states " of his etchings as much as possible. It is but perhaps fair to
say that Rembrandt, fond of money as he was, was yet no miser. The
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large sums he obtained were not hoarded away, but spent in buying
pictures and the requisites of his art to such an extent, that though at the
death of his wife, the pretty Jantje, he was worth more than 4,000?., he
left, when he died, only a few guilders for his funeral expenses.
In some cases there are not less than ten states known and described,
one here and there being simply ridiculous. In the " Gold Weighers,"
for instance, the earliest and rarest state has the face blank.
Of the eight known impressions of the first state of the " Hundred
Guilder," five are safe in public collections. The British Museum has
two, the Imperial Libraries of Paris and Vienna — the latter having an
inscription in Rembrandt's handwriting to say it was the seventh im-
pression taken from the plate — and the Museum at Amsterdam, one each.
Of the remaining three, one belongs to Mr. B. S. Holford, who gave 400?.
for it ; the second to the Duke of Buccleuch, and the third has just
passed into the hands of Mr. C. J. Palmer. The history of this last
impression, which is described as a "magnificent impression, undoubtedly
the finest known, on Japanese paper, with large margin, and in perfect
condition," is thoroughly ascertained. From Rembrandt it was obtained
by J. P. Zomers, and after gracing successively the collections of Signor
Zanetti, Baron Denon, Messrs. Woodburn the printsellers, Baron
Verstolke of Amsterdam, and Sir Charles Price, it has now found a resting-
place in Bedford Row. At the Baron's sale in 1847, it was purchased for
1,600 guilders (133?.) We may congratulate Mr. Palmer, then, on having
gained a real and rare treasure, — such as may not be in the market
again this century at least, even though the price is, in its way, as
princely as those which have been lavished on the art treasures of Hertford
House.
The second state of the etching, which only consists in a few cross-
hatchings introduced in one part of the plate, is by no means to be had
for nothing. A splendid impression on India paper, with large margin,
from the Dubois cabinet, sold at Manuel Johnson's sale for 160?. ; and
even this is not the highest price this state is known to have fetched. It
is by no means certain, however, that ' these India-paper impressions,
though the earliest, are the best in point of effect. Many collectors
prefer those on plain paper.
Many others of Rembrandt's etchings bring very large prices. His
portrait of Advocate Tolling, a very splendid work, cost Baron Verstolke
220?., though it fetched at his sale only 1,800 guilders (150?.) It is
worth at least twice that sum now. " Ephraim Bonus," the Jewish
physician — perhaps Rembrandt's finest etching — was bought at the same
sale for the British Museum for 1,650 guilders. Only three other
impressions of this state are known. " Coppenol," a writing-master,
cost the Baron in 1835, though not in vary good condition, 300 guineas,
though it only produced 1,250 guilders at his sale. Of " Rembrandt
holding a Sabre " there are four impressions of the earliest state
known — one at Amsterdam, one at Paris, one in the British Museum,
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purchased from the Baron for 1,805 guilders (1501.}, and one in the
c Election of Mr. Holford, who is said to have paid 6001. for it.
None of these prices I have mentioned, except the last, at all
approach that given by Mr. Palmer; but I believe they have for some
time been considered inadequate. I remember Mr. Smith, of Lisle Street,
tolling me that when the authorities of the British Museum first thought
of making that exhibition of engravings which has now been carried out,
he offered — in exchange I think for one of the two copies of the
" Hundred Guilder " — etchings by Eembrandt to the value of from 500/.
to 600/. His offer, however, was not accepted.
About one of Rembrandt's etchings we have an amusing story. He
had gone to spend a day with his great friend, Jan Six, a burgomaster of
.Amsterdam. As they were sitting down to dinner it was found the servant
hid forgotten to provide any mustard. He was sent off at once to the
v llage close by; but Rembrandt, knowing that the favourite maxim of
lutch servants was "much haste, little speed," laid a wager with the
burgomaster that he would etch the view from the dining-room window
bsfore the servant returned. He took up a plate, tried his etching-point
upon it, sketched the view, and won his bet. The engraving is a very rare
oie. Baron Verstolke's impression sold for 171. 10s., but he would be
fortunate who could secure a good impression at that price now.
In Mr. Mabeiiy's excellent book, The Print Collector, is an account of
another of Rembrandt's etchings, which is worth compressing. One day
that artist, struck apparently with the attitude of a dog lying asleep,
d 3termined to etch its portrait. The plate he took up was much larger
than he required, so that the etching only occupied the left-hand corner.
From this he printed an impression upon a piece of paper, which, though
h rger than was required for the etching, was not as large as the plate.
Ihe etching looked ridiculous enough, and the artist accordingly cut out
the part of the plate containing the little dog, and the rest of the
impressions were struck off in this reduced size. The first impression,
fortunately or unfortunately, was preserved, and an account of the prices
it has fetched at different times is a very instructive example of the mania
o ::' collectors. We first hear of it at Mr. Hibbert's sale in 1809, where
it fetched thirty shillings, the purchaser being M. Claussin. He sold
it at a small advance of price to a London printseller, who disposed of
it to the Duke of Buckingham for 6/. At the Duke's sale in 1834, it
p-oduced 611. But the purchaser made a good bargain, nevertheless. A
I utchman heard of it, offered the fortunate owner 100 guineas, then 150/.,
tl-.en any price lie liked to ask for it; but no, he was proof against all
t« mptation, and kept possession of his treasure, till at last, with many
r< ally valuable prints from the same collection, it passed into the British
Museum for the sum of 120/. ; and in that print-room, where there are
ii ore treasures in the way of engraving to be found than in any other
c Election in the world, the visitor may see " a twenty-shilling print on
1 19?-. worth of blank paper," all in the space of three or four inches.
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Two other instances of the same kind are given by Mr. Maberly — the
first, that of Rembrandt's "Four Prints for a Spanish Book." They
were engraved upon one plate, but after a few impressions had been taken
off, the plate was cut into four pieces. Of these first impressions, the
greater number were in like manner cut into four, but one at least escaped
this fate. This impression was purchased for II. Is., then for 511. 13s.,
and finally became the property of the British Museum for the sum of 100
guineas. In the second instance, Berghem etched six prints on one plate,
which he afterwards cut up into six pieces. The single impression known
of the entire plate was purchased for the National collection for 120£.
Rembrandt's etchings are not the only objects of this kind that fetch
large prices in the market. A niello of Maso Finiguerra, for instance
But I should explain what a niello is.
The Florentine goldsmiths of the fifteenth century were very famous for
the exquisite designs of flowers, portraits, and groups of figures which
they engraved upon various articles of silver, such as watches, snuff-boxes,
scabbards, and especially church plate. One of these was the pax — a
tablet of silver by which the kiss of peace was circulated through the
congregation, after the primitive kiss of peace had given rise to some
scandal in the church. The hollow part of these engravings was after-
wards filled up with a mixture of silver and lead, which being of a dark
colour, was called nigellum or niello, and gave to the work the effect
of shadow. An accidental circumstance — one of these nielli coming into
contact with some molten sulphur — is said to have suggested to Maso
Finiguerra the idea of taking off impressions of his work on paper.
Vasari gives us an account of the process in his life of Marc Antonio, but
his description is somewhat obscure, and Lanzi's fuller explanation is far
more intelligible. "When he had cut the plate, he next proceeded to
take a print of it before he inlaid it with niello, upon very fine earth ; and
from the cut being to the right hand and hollow, the proof consequently
came out on the left, shewing the little earthen cast in relief. Upon
thiB last he threw the liquid sulphur, from which he obtained a second
proof, which, of course, appeared to the right, and took from the relief a
hollow form. He then laid the ink (lamp-black or printer's ink) upon the
sulphur in such a way as to fill up the hollows in the more indented cuts,
intended to produce the shadow; and next, by degrees, he scooped away
from the ground (of the sulphur) what was meant to produce the light.
The final work was to polish it with oil, in order to give the sulphur the
bright appearance of silver."
By this process Maso was enabled to judge of the effect of his work
when filled in with niello. Some of these impressions, both in sulphur
and on paper, as well as the silver plates themselves, are still extant ; and
as, in addition to their great beauty, they are of the utmost interest in
the history of engraving, they command large prices. Specimens of all
these states are to be found in the noble collection in the British Museum.
Some icloa of its extent may be formed, when it is remembered that of the
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original niello plates alone this collection contains more than forty examples.
Of these the most famous is a pax by Maso, representing the " Virgin and
Child," with seven figures of saints and two of angels, executed for the
church of St. Maria Novella in Florence. It is set in the original frame.
At Sir M. M. Sykes's sale this niello produced 315 guineas. Amongst
impressions on sulphur, I may mention another treatment of the same
s abject, with many more figures, and one of the " Coronation of the
Virgin," executed for the church of St. Giovanni. It came from the Duke
cf Buckingham's collection, who is said to have given 250Z. for it. The
original niello, according to Duchesne, is in the gallery at Florence. It
•was executed in 1452, and the price then paid for it was " G6 florins of
gold." An impression of this pax on paper was discovered by Zani in the
Imperial collection in Paris, in 1797. At the time of its discovery it was
the only niello of Finiguerra known.
Amongst impressions on paper, the most remarkable is that which,
in the judgment of Dr. Vvraagen, surpasses all others of Maso's works " in
point of size, beauty, invention, and execution " — " The Adoration of the
jJhree Kings." "In the richness of the composition the artist has evi-
dently taken for his model the exquisite picture of ' Gentile da Fabriano,'
now in the Academy of Florence." Mr. Holford has a copy of this, which
was exhibited amongst the art treasures at Manchester. Round it were
set, in a border, thirty small nielli, and the price said to have been paid for
the whole is 400Z.
Duchesne, in his Essai sur Nielles, mentions about 500. Most of
these, in some state or other, are in the British Museum. But the rich-
ness of the collection will be perhaps most fully understood when I mention
that of the nielli selected by Duchesne to illustrate the art, specimens,
with a single exception, are to be found in the Museum.
The art has some chance of being again revived. I have just been
f^hown a goblet, with figures and chasings in niello, which, if not equal to
the productions of Maso Finiguerra, do not fall far short of them. It
was the work of a young Scotch artist, Mr. Mackenzie, who is now engaged
us an engraver in one of the large houses at Sheffield.
Next in point of importance come the works of that prince of
engravers, Marc Antonio Kainiondi. The drawing in some of these is
most exquisite ; and well it may be, when it was probably that of his
great friend Ranaelle, almost certainly in those of " Adam and Eve " and
•' The Judgment of Paris." Manuel Johnson's copy of this last, — " one of
i-he finest impressions known " — fetched 320Z. His "Adam and Eve " has
fetched 150Z., and his " Massacre of the Innocents," a proof before the
inscription, 250Z. Among the engravings in the Dusseldorf collection
attributed to Marc Antonio is one of the Madonna sitting upon clouds,
with the infant Saviour standing at her right side, so exquisitely executed,
especially in the heads, that Professor Miiller saj^s it differs so essentially
from all that Marc Antonio has done, he does not hesitate to attribute it
to llaffa'elle himself.
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Of Albert Durer's etchings the most beautiful is his "Adam and
Eve." Some time ago the finest known impression of this engraving
came into the possession of Mr. Smith, the eminent printseller whom I
have mentioned already. He showed the print to Mr. Maberly, who
eagerly inquired the price — which, as far as I recollect, was about 60Z.
Possessing another impression already, Mr. Maberly was at first not
inclined to pay this large sum even for such superior excellence. Day
after day, however, he came to look at the charming impression, and at
last said, " Well, well, I must have it. But you will take back my other
impression, won't you, and allow me what I paid you for it — 15L?"
"Why, no," said Mr. Smith. "I don't think I can do that. I won't
offer you 151., but if you like, I will give you 80?." The value of Durer's
engravings had been doubled since Mr. Maberly 's former purchase. At
Mr. Maberly's death his prize sold for 551. Mr. Johnson's impression, which
was no doubt a fine one, fetched 46L What a change from the price
Durer himself tells us he got for his engraving in 1520, — four stivers (four-
pence) ! Even taking into account the difference in the value of money in
his time and our own, what he received cannot have amounted to a couple
of shillings.
Coming down to more modern times, we have F. Miiller's engraving
of "The Madonna di San Sisto." It proved his death. On taking a
proof of his plate to the publisher by whom he was employed, he was told
he must go over the whole work again, as it was far too delicate for
commercial purposes. With heavy heart he set about his work, but it
was too much for him, and on the very day the proofs were taken off1
from the retouched plate, he died. It fetches large prices now. At
Mr. Johnson's sale, a "fine proof before any letters " brought 120Z. The
same sum was obtained for Count Archinto's copy in 1862.
I must not forget Kaphael Morghen. Wonderfully beautiful are some
of his engravings, and their value quite as rare and startling. That of the
"Last Supper," after L. da Vinci, "before the letters and with the white
plate," sold at Mr. Johnson's sale for 316Z., and at Count Archinto's
sale for 20L beyond even that price. Another copy was sold at Sotheby's
in the same year (1862) for 275L
Engravings by English artists fetch much more moderate prices than
those I have mentioned. Not that in some instances at least they are at
all inferior to foreign productions. Mr. Maberly does Sir Robert Strange
and Woollett no more than justice when he says that they " are perhaps
the finest engravers — the one of subjects and the other of landscapes —
that the English school has ever produced ; and in some of their qualities
they equal indeed any artist of any school." An impression of Woollett's
"Niobe," all but unique, fetched at Mr. Johnson's sale 70Z. His
" Fishery " has produced 35L 10s. Some of Strange's portraits bring
good sums. His " Charles I.," for instance, has been sold for 62?. Still
larger prices have been obtained for some portraits by earlier engravers.
At Bindley's sale in 1819, Faithorne's "Lady Castlemaine " produced
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79L ; and at Sir M. M. Sykes's sale in 1824, B. Elstrake's portrait of
" The Most Illustrious Prince Henry Lord Darnley, King of Scotland,
a ad the Most Excellent Princess Mary Queen of Scotland," presumed to
1)3 unique, 811. 10s. It is not, however, unique ; another impression, with
some very rare portraits, is bound up in a copy of Dyson's collection of
Queen Elizabeth's proclamations in the Bodleian Library. The highest
price probably ever paid for an English portrait was 100L, the sum given
by Mr. Halliwell for an early and unfinished state of Drocshout's Shak-
s jeare.
In the case of one of Hogarth's prints, there is an impression con-
taining a peculiarity that gives it a very factitious value — " The Modern
Midnight Conversation." The print usually fetches thirty shillings, but the
impression in question, in which modern was spelt with two d's, was bought
by the British Museum for 78 guineas.
Portraits of all kinds, good, bad, and indifferent, were in great request
a few years since, when there was a rage for illustrating such books as
Ch'ainger's Biographical History of England. To this rage is owing, in
g:eat measure, the fact that so many books are minus the portraits which
oaght to accompany them. Unscrupulous collectors did not hesitate to
" convey" a good many rarities out of the volumes they were " con-
s' ilting " in public libraries. Horace Walpole, in one of his letters, says,
" We have at present a rage for prints of English portraits ; lately I assisted
a clergyman in compiling a catalogue of them. Since this publication scarce
haads in books not worth threepence will sell for five guineas." Perhaps
the finest of these collections is the Sutherland Clarendon now in the
Eodleian. Amongst the multitude of portraits it contains is one of John
Felton, for which Mrs. Sutherland, after her husband's death, was offered
1DO guineas. Mr. Sutherland had given 80/. for it.
In comparing the ancient prices of prints on their first publication with
the modern ones — (I have already mentioned Durer's " Adam and Eve; "
a id Mr. Maberly tells us that Durer purchased Lucas Van Leyden's
" Eulenspeigel, " now worth, when in good state, 50£., for a stiver) — we
n ust not forget the immensely larger sums that engravers are paid now-
a days than what were usual in former times. The artist then was often
h s own publisher ; but even when he was engaged by some other person, he
r< ceived what would be considered at present most inadequate remunera-
ti Dn. Woollett, for instance, a hundred years ago, asked only 50 guineas
fcr engraving his "Niobe," though Alderman Boydell generously gave
h m 100. The price at which it was published was five shillings, no difference
b ing made between proofs and prints, — the subscribers being allowed to
trke which they pleased. Contrast these prices with those that are
obtained now. We will take an instance from France. Louis XIV.
commenced a " Chalcographie du Musee Koyale," a series of engravings
fnm pictures in the Louvre. The series is still continued; and in 1854
tl e sum voted for this purpose was nearly 9,000/. Of this H. Dupont was
tc receive 1,666L for engraving Paul Veronese's " Pilgrims of Emmaus ; "
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and De Francois (the artist engaged for Frith's " Derby Day "), 1,2507.
for Fra Angelico's " Coronation of the Virgin." When in 1847 there was
a similar commission contemplated by the English Government, it was
said that the sum Mr. J. H. Robinson was to receive for engraving " The
liaising of Lazarus " was 5,0007. A publisher will often spend several
thousand pounds in bringing out a first-class engraving. The " copy-
right " alone is a most serious item. Landseer got for the " Peace and
War," now in the Vernon Gallery, 2,6507. The prices charged for the
impressions must of course be in proportion. For instance, when Colnaghi
published Doo's engraving of the " Raising of Lazarus," there were
100 artist's proofs at 20 guineas, 100 proofs on India paper at 15 guineas,
100 proofs on plain paper at 10 guineas, 200 prints on India paper at
6 guineas, whilst the prints themselves were charged 5 guineas each.
As I have mentioned nielli as the earliest works in engraving properly
so called, perhaps it will be as well just to allude to the earliest known
specimens of three other kinds of illustration — woodcuts, etchings, and
mezzotints.
The earliest wood engraving with a date is that discovered by
Heinecken, pasted inside the cover of a MS. book of prayers in the
Chartreuse of Buxheim, near Memmingen. It is of folio size, ll£ inches
high by 8^ inches wide, and represents S. Christopher carrying the
infant Christ. Under it are the following lines and date : —
Christofori faciem die quacunque tueris, '
Ilia nempe die morte mala non morieris.
Millcsimo ccccxx. tcrcio.
It is now in the possession of Earl Spencer. A facsimile of this very
interesting woodcut may be seen in Ottley's valuable work, The Early
History of Engraving. Early, however, as is this woodcut, the art itself,
introduced apparently by the Venetians from China, was almost certainly
practised in Venice for two or three centuries before that date. Indeed,
if Papillon's story in the Peintre Graveur be true — and there seem no
sufficient grounds for rejecting it — that author actually found at Bagneux,
near Mont Rouge, a book containing woodcuts illustrative of the history of
Alexander the Great, executed by a brother and sister called Cunio, dedi-
cated to Pope Honorius IV., who lived in the latter part of the thirteenth
century (1284-5). The book itself, however, has disappeared.
It is a matter of considerable doubt who first practised etching. In
the British Museum are two specimens attributed to Leonardo da Vinci
(A.D. 1492-1519) : one the bust of a young and beautiful female ; the
other a study of three horses' heads. In the same collection is another
by Wenceslaus d'Olmutz, with the date 1496. Whether the art was first
practised in Italy or Germany is a point which perhaps cannot now
be determined.
In Evelyn's Sculptura is an early mezzotinto engraving, which is
interesting not only as the work of a royal artist, Prince Rupert, but
because the Prince, on Evelyn's authority was for a long time considered
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to be the author of that process. The Prince's claim, however, to the
honour, has been effectually disposed of by the discovery of a letter from
Lieutenant- Colonel Ludwig von Siegen, an officer in the service of the
Landgrave of Hesse, in which he gives an account to the Prince of his new
n ethod of engraving. This first published mezzotint was a portrait of
Amelia Elizabeth, Landgravine of Hesse, a very fine impression of which,
" in its first state, before the date was altered," was priced by Messrs. Evans
a few years ago at twelve guineas.
Prince Rupert is not the only royal personage who has produced
engravings. In the Museum at Amsterdam is a most quaint allegorical
ei ching by Peter the Greafc, representing apparently the triumph of Russia
over Turkey. It was engraved in the Illustrated London News of
November 19, 1853. The present King of Sweden employs some of his
k isure hours in line engraving ; and some of my readers will no doubt
recollect the list given in the Literary Gazette for 1848 of sixty-three
etchings, executed by her Majesty and the late Prince Consort. Nor is
hor Majesty the only lady who has handled the graver. Not to go back to
such ancient ladies as Diana Ghisi, Mr. Maberly mentions one who has
imitated Rembrandt so well that none but the most practised judges can
detect the difference.
The subject of engraving leads us naturally to the sister subject of
painting. No collecting mania is anything like so popular or so exten-
sively practised as that for pictures. They have come to be considered as
indispensable articles of furniture in every well-appointed house : and it is
no uncommon thing, in consequence, to meet with a collector who talks,
aad evidently thinks, much less of the gems that ornament his gallery
than of the cheques by which they were secured. And how grossly the
<l old masters " are belied in many of these collections. They had no
more to do with the productions to which their names are appended, in
all the splendour that gilt letters can give them, than the purchaser
himself. But if a man will order a Claude five feet by three and a half,
because he has a spare corner of those dimensions, he had better not
i2iquire too closely, any more than in the case of a St. Anthony's tooth,
as to what animal it originally belonged. In London alone there are, I
sappose, sold every year more pictures by the "old masters" than are left
to us of their paintings altogether. Let me mention two facts. In the
5 ear 1845, the number of pictures imported into England amounted,
according to the returns of the Custom House, to 14,901. In one month
of the same year there were sold by auction in London alone, without
reckoning those included in furniture sales, though the number of these
must have been considerable, 4,617.
The difference between the prices at which such pictures are acquired
end those they fetch when brought to the hammer, is amusing. A
llaffaelle, declared in the auction-room to have cost its late owner 1,000
guineas, sells for 37/. ! A Yorkshire gentleman bequeaths twelve of his
1 ictures to the National Gallery : they are rejected, every one. The
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whole collection is brought to the hammer ; it had cost 3,OOOZ. ; it pro-
duces 1501.) — about the value of the frames. Nor is it only in England
that a man sells a horse for a gross of green spectacles. A French
collector insures his gallery for 3,339,500 francs. It is sold some years
afterwards, numerous additions having meantime been made to it, for
535,435 francs. And one cannot imagine in these cases that there is
any such possible explanation as in the case of the Earl of Suffolk's ten
pictures — Guide's " Ecce Homo " amongst them — that were stolen so
mysteriously from Charlton Park in October, 1856, and not recovered till
the early part of 1858, when some of them had been hanging in a small
public-house and an old picture-shop, but failed to meet with purchasers,
as they were considered such very inferior productions !
Many of the pictures brought into England are most likely re-exported.
One day I was in a well-known warehouse in the City, when on turning a
corner I knocked down what in the imperfect light seemed to be a
valuable landscape. Knowing the art propensities of some of the partners,
I was really afraid I had committed some perhaps irreparable damage ;
but a young man who came to my rescue soon reassured me. " Never
mind, sir, we have plenty of these — we deal in pictures." Wholesale of
course, as it was a wholesale house. Accordingly I was soon introduced
to a large collection. On my pointing to one and saying if I bought any
I should buy that, my friend said, " We can do you that cheap ; frame
and all, thirty shillings." Those pictures were exported principally to
Australia.
Few instances of such forgeries are more amusing than that given in
the "confession" of Major Pryse Gordon, for which I am indebted
to the Art Journal. "When I returned from Italy in 1800, I had a
beautiful copy of the ' Venere Vestita ' after Titian in the Pitti Palace :
it was painted on a gold ground, and highly finished, and the countenance,
I thought, somewhat resembled Mary Stuart, our Scottish Queen. A few
years afterwards, my virtu was sold by old Christie at the hammer, and
in the catalogue this morceau the knowing auctioneer had called ' Mary
Stuart, by Titian, the only miniature known to be by that great master's
hand.' The bait took, and a person of the name of F bought it for
551. The next day I went to the sale-room to settle my accounts, when a
g-it^r-looking fellow addressed me, with the miniature in his hand, saying
he was the purchaser. ' What a lucky person,' I replied, 'you are, sir?
Why, you will make your fortune by this precious article. I advise you to
take a room and exhibit it.' He took the hint, advertised it in St. James's
Street forthwith : — ' To be viewed, at No. 15, an undoubted miniature of
Queen Mary, by Titian, valued at 1,000 guineas,' &c. &c. The public
flocked to this wonder, by which the cunning Pat put more than 200L in
his pocket, and afterwards sold this ' unique gem ' to Lord Badstock for
750Z."
A stoiy is told about the late W. Hope, the wealthy banker of
Amsterdam, and one of his purchases. He had bought a picture as a
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Bembrandt and given 2,000 guineas for it. Finding that it did not quite
fit the frame, he sent for a carpenter to ease it a little. Whilst watching
th( operation he remarked how wonderfully the picture was preserved,
considering that it was nearly 200 years old. " That is impossible,"
sail the carpenter. " This wood is mahogany : and mahogany had not
beon introduced into Europe at that time." Mr. Hope burnt the picture.
One can feel no pity for such cases as those of the American who
sail his father's collection consisted almost entirely of Raffaelles and
Leonardos, with a few Correggios. But there are others in which even
the best judges have been deceived. We all remember the purchase,
sorie years ago, of a portrait by Holbein for the National collection,
for 600 guineas. The authorities, however, have not waited for
Mr. Wornum or Dr. Woltmann to acknowledge it a forgery. It had
been at one time in the possession of Mr. Nieuwenhuys, a well-known
de? ler in Brussels, who had been well content to get 20/. for it. Even
prc fessed judges differ toto ccelo about particular pictures. One specimen
in the National collection — a " Virgin and Child " by Giovanni Bellini
— !vlr. Conyngham, in a letter to The Times, July 11, 1856, assures us is
spirious and vamped up, "of the very lowest type of art" and "for
educational purposes utterly useless ; " whilst Dr. Waagen is equally
positive on the opposite side. " I am. acquainted with most of Giovanni
Be'lini's works in Italy, France, England, and Germany, and setting
the indubitable signature on this picture in the National Gallery entirely
aside, I know of no ' Madonna and Child ' by him which, as regards the
question of genuineness, more decidedly bears the stamp of his hand."
One most successful forger of Eaffaelles was Micheli, a Florentine.
Thore is at this moment, in the Imperial collection at St. Petersburg, a
pic ,ure known to be one of his forgeries, yet placed as a genuine Kaffaelle.
Italian "restorers" again have done a good deal to complicate the
question. An anecdote given, I think, in the Quarterly Revieiv some
years ago, is worth repeating. " We once asked an able Italian restorer
if be had ever met with any pictures by a painter of the Lombard School
of ( onsiderable merit, whose only work with which we are acquainted is in
the Louvre." " Oh, yes," he frankly replied. " The very first job upon
which I was employed was in converting one of his pictures into the
Le( nardo da Vinci now in a well-known gallery. Since then I have
fre< uently repeated the operation, and I don't know of one now existing
uncer his name."
It is not surprising that of the multitude of copies made from the old
ma; ters one here and there should pass for an original. But it will not be
eas;r to find an instance so startling as the following. Dr. Waagen, in the
supplement to his Arts and Artists in England, describes the Earl of
No:manton's collection at Somerley. He speaks in the most guileless
ma: mer, amongst other pictures, of two specimens of Claude, three of Sir
J. Reynolds, and one of Greuze, all of which turn out to be copies made by
Mr. J. R, Powell. The doctor had actually described some of the originals
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in his earlier volumes. And the most amusing part of it is, that he speaks
in far higher terms of the copies than he does of the genuine pictures.
But putting aside such cases as these, painters of no little eminence
have lent themselves to very unworthy practices. Rembrandt is said to
have sometimes touched up the pictures of his pupils and sold them as
his own. Guido is accused of having done the same thing. Some of
these were probably as good as those he painted when his gambling
propensities had got him into greater difficulties than usual. Lanzi
tells a good story about one of these productions. He had half
finished a picture, when a favourite pupil of his, Ercolino di Guido,
substituted a copy of his own for the original. The painter quietly went on
with his work without suspecting the trick that had been played on him.
Patrick Nasmyth, amongst English painters, has been guilty of similar
malpractices. A picture-dealer had purchased a work of Decker. He
sent for Nasmyth, got him to sharpen up the foliage and add some figures
copied from Ruysdael ; then substituted Ruysdael's name for Decker's,
and the transformation was complete. That picture was sold some time
afterwards for 480 guineas. Nasmyth got 11 guineas for his share in the
transaction. And so lately as 1847 there was exhibited in the Royal
Academy a picture bearing the name of an R.A., which was claimed by a
young artist, certainly not an R.A., as his own work. He had sold it for
22 shillings : on the books of the Royal Academy it was prized at
30 guineas.
The address of some of these dealers in old masters is so admirable that
one deeply regrets it is not exerted in some more honest way. A friend
of mine was one day looking over a gallery which had visited the town in
which he was living, when he came to a picture attributed to Morland, an
artist of whom he was very desirous to obtain an example. He inquired
the price. " Oh," says the dealer, " so you have found out my Morland.
I never intended to have parted with that picture. Morland painted it
expressly for my father. It hung in my drawing-room after my father's
death, and would be hanging there still ; but as I am never at home it
seems useless to keep it any longer. If you really wish to have it, I
don't mind parting with it for 30L" My friend put his hand into his
pocket to pay for the prize, but finding that his purse was not supplied to
the requisite amount, told the dealer to call on him with the picture at a
certain hour. Meanwhile an acquaintance dropped in, who in the course of
conversation happened to say, "Do you know that the picture -dealer
here, is the greatest rascal in England?" " I hope not," said my friend.
" I have just bought a picture from him." " Then you have been taken
in. There is not a single genuine picture in his collection." By-and-by in
came the dealer. " You are quite sure you can guarantee the genuineness
of the picture ? " he was asked ; " because you see it would be very unpleasant
if, on showing my purchase, I should catch any of my friends shrugging
their shoulders, and evidently doubting whether it was a Morland after
all." " Oh, I see," said the dealer. " Mr. — — has been to you. I will tell
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yo i a good deal about the spite that person has against me ; but it is too
long a story to trouble you with now. However, if you have any doubt
about the picture, I will send for the original correspondence between my
father and Moiiand about it, and you can then convince yourself that
I Lave told you nothing but the truth." So completely did my friend
believe in the apparent honesty of the story that he all but paid the money
then and there ; but he said, " Well, I should like to see the correspondence
very much." " You shall have it, sir, in a few days." The dealer went
off with his picture, but the Morland correspondence from that day to this
han not been forthcoming.
How true it is that
Pictures like coins grow dim as they grow old ;
It is the rust we value, not the gold ;
and sums are squandered upon " old masters " that would have saved
many a promising young artist from utter ruin ! There is no doubt some
reason at the bottom of this treatment. Rare excellence requires rare
discrimination to detect it, and many a noble picture " wastes its
sweetness " on the generation for which it was produced. And again a
picture presumed to be old may reasonably be expected to outlive the
lifetime of the purchaser, which is by no means so certain with some
of the pictures of our modern artists. The colours employed, whilst
they ensure marvellous effects at the moment, are something like the
beautiful green we ornamented our walls with a short time ago and the ball-
dresses of our wives and daughters, except that whilst the one dealt murder,
these commit suicide. Many a modern picture, which we can ill afford to
loso, promises to be before long little else than frame and canvas.
Nothing can be more striking than the prices paid for genuine produc-
tions of the old masters and those the artists themselves received for their
work. Think, for instance, amongst the artists of our own school, of the
prices Wilson's pictures fetch in the market now, and his painting his
" Ceyx and Alcyone " for a pot of beer and the remains of a Stilton cheese.
Wilson was not in fashion then. Patrick Nasmyth again had his
dealings principally with pawnbrokers. One day when a young Scotch
friend was complaining of his pictures being badly hung, Nasmyth
inquired whether they were inside the window or outside. "Inside."
" Well, then, I don't care ; they might have been hung worse." His view
of " Leigh Woods " sold at Lord Northwicke's sale for 7401.
Hogarth's pictures of the " Harlot's Progress " were sold, in 1745 — the
artist still alive — for 84 guineas; and his "Rake's Progress " — eight
pictures — for 176 guineas. The first of these sets was destroyed by fire at
Foothill in 1755 ; the other is now in the Soane Museum, Sir John having
paid 59S/. for them ; but he had to give 1,755 guineas for the four pictures
of the " Election." When Hogarth wished to dispose of his " March to
Fiichley" by lottery, several of the tickets found no purchaser, and
accordingly they were given to the Foundling Hospital, whicfe was fortunate
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enough to obtain the prize. Cuyp's landscapes, which now-a-days fetch
astounding prices, were not at all appreciated whilst the painter was alive<
But even when the artist had justice done to him to some extent, what
a wonderful advance do we find upon the original prices — in those of
Gainsborough for instance, who ventured gradually to raise his charges
from 5 guineas a portrait to 40 guineas for a half, and 100 for a whole
length. His portrait of Mrs. Siddons was cheaply secured for the National
Gallery in 1860 for 1,OOOZ. ; but it took twice that sum for Mr. Graham
of Kedgorton to get possession of the exquisite portrait of the lovely Mrs.
Graham, which he bequeathed in 1859 to the Scottish National Gallery.
Burns mentions " the beautiful Mrs. Graham " in one of his letters ; and
Mr. K. Chambers in his edition of the poet gives us some additional
particulars about her. Her husband was at the time of their marriage
a plain country gentleman, Thomas Graham of Balgowan. Five years
afterwards she died, when her husband entered the army, commanded the
English at Barossa, and was created Lord Lynedoch. The portrait
meantime had been sent to London to await further orders. But he was
never able to send for the picture. It was his friend and heir Mr. Graham
of Balgowan who rescued it.
Sir Joshua Keynolds's portraits command larger prices. Lord Ward
gave 1,100 guineas at Mr. Windus's sale in 1859 for "Miss Penelope
Boothby ; " and the Marquis of Hertford gave 2,550 guineas at the same
sale for "Mrs. Hoare, of BorehamPark, Essex, and her child." The same
princely collector gave 2,100 guineas at Kogers's sale in 1856 for the
replica of the Bowood " Strawberry Girl," the original of which had been
sold to Lord Carysfort for fifty guineas. Of this picture Sir Joshua said,
" No artist can produce more than half-a-dozen really original works, and
this is one of my originals." The Imperial Gallery of St. Petersburg
possesses the "Infant Hercules Strangling the Serpents." He received
1,800 guineas for it, and a gold snuff-box, with the Empress's portrait
set in large diamonds.
One or two of Wilkie's pictures deserve mention. The King of
Bavaria gave 1,000 guineas for the "Beading the Will," now fast melt-
ing in the Koyal Gallery at Schleissheim. The Duke of Wellington gave
him 1,200Z. for the " Chelsea Pensioners Reading the News of the Battle of
Waterloo." His " Rent Day " fetched 1,050 guineas at Mr. Wells's sale
in 1848 ; Lord Mulgrave had given Wilkie 1501. for it.
Few pictures of modern times have brought larger prices than
Turner's. Three of his works, the " Guard Ship," for which he got 25Z.,
" Cologne ".and " Dieppe " (he had 500?. for each of these), were purchased
in 1848 for 1,500L ; but at Mr. Wadman's sale in 1854 brought 1,530
guineas, 2,000 guineas, and 1,850 guineas. In 1860 his " Grand Canal,
Venice," fetched 2,400 guineas, and "Ostend" 1,650 guineas; Turner
had got 400 guineas for the two. But the rage for Turners has, to
some extent, gone by; for whilst Mr. Windus in 1850 had given 710
guineas for th£ " Dawn of Christianity," it realized in 1859 no more than
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820, and the "Glaucus and Scylla," bought for 700 guineas, 280. The
largest price, however, I believe ever given for a Turner was that obtained
in the May of this year at Mr. Monro's sale, when "Modern Italy"
brought 3,300 guineas.
Of other modern artists I may mention Eoberts, whose " Interior of
the Duomo, Milan," sold in 1860 for 1,700Z. The largest price he ever
received for a picture was 1,000 guineas, from Mr. T. Cubitt, for the.
"Interior of St. Peter's, Rome," somewhat different from the second
picture on Mr. Ballantine's list — " Old House, Cowgate, Edinburgh,"
2<7. 10s. His first picture was sold to a dealer, and never paid for.
Calcott's " Southampton Water," at Sir J. Swinburne's sale, 1861,
fetched 1,205 guineas; Mulready's " Convalescent from Waterloo" in
1857, 1,180 guineas: his "First Voyage," in 1863, 1,450 guineas.
Etty's "Dance from the Shield of Achilles," one of his finest works,
brought 1,155Z. in 1857 ; but his " Joan of Arc " is said to have pro-
ducad 3,000 guineas. Lord Northwick gave 2,OOOZ. for Maclise's "Mar-
riage of Strongbow, Earl of Pembroke, with the Princess Eva;" at his
sale in 1857 it fetched 1,710 guineas. Stanfield's " Port na Spania, near
the Giant's Causeway," produced 1,1001. ; Faed's beautiful " Sunday in
the Back Woods of Canada," 1,7101. ; Leslie's " Sancho and the
Duchess," at Rogers 's sale, 1,170 guineas ; the poet had given seventy
for it. Landseer's pictures command very large prices. His "Dead
Gane," in 1853, was sold for 1,200 guineas. His " Titania, with
Botoom and the Fairies," for which he got 500 guineas, cost Lord R.
Clii ton in 1860, 2,800 guineas, and Christie undertook to get 2,000
guineas for " Jack in Office." But, perhaps, as large sums as Sir Edwin
ever received for pictures were for the four exhibited in the Academy in
1846, "Peace" and "War," "Refreshment" and "the Stag at Bay."
For these pictures, including the very important and costly item of copy-
rigtt, he was paid 6,850Z.
But some very startling prices have lately been paid for pictures by
English artists. Holman Hunt received from Mr. Gambart for his well-
kuo>vn picture, the "Finding the Saviour in the Temple," 5,500?. True,
it v as the result of six years' labour. The modern system of exhibiting
single pictures — "admittance one shilling each" — makes even such a
spe<ulation as that of Mr. Gambart's pretty successful. Other pre-
Rafaellite paintings bring much more moderate sums. Hunt's " Scape-
goai," for instance, which figured in Miss Florence Claxton's amusing
" C loice of Paris," in the Portland Gallery, 1860, was sold at Mr. Windus's
sale 1862, for 495 guineas. The same sale disposed of Millais's
"Ophelia" for 760 guineas; and another sale the same year of
his "Black Brunswicker," for which Mr. Flint had given 1,000?., for
780 guineas.
But perhaps the most fortunate of all our modern artists is Frith.
Omitting his "Derby Day," I may mention his "Railway Station," for
whi> h Mr, Flatou paid 8,750 guineas — the largest sum, surely, up to
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that time in modern days an artist has received for a single picture. One
of the items of the agreement was that Mr. Frith, though an K.A., was
not to send his picture to the Academy. He was engaged two years over
it. Even here somebody seems to have made a good speculation, for
Mr. Graves, to whom the picture now belongs, has just been assuring the
authorities of Maiiborough Street, that it cost him, copyright and the
right of publishing included, 23,000/. In 1862 Mr. Gambart commis-
sioned him to paint three pictures, "Morning," " Noon," and "Night"
in London — the sum to be paid being 10,000 guineas. Before, however,
this commission was executed, her Majesty engaged him to paint a picture
of the " Marriage of the Prince of Wales " for 3,OOOZ. Mr. Flatou further
purchased the copyright of the picture for 5,000 guineas.
To get beyond such prices as these, we have to go to rare examples
of the finest painters that ever lived. Notwithstanding the numerous
examples that are safe from the hammer, for the present, at least, in
public collections, many choice pictures have been in the market during
this present century. No sale, however, for years has approached in
excellence that of the Orleans Gallery in 1796, which has supplied so
many gems to Lord Ellesmere's Bridgewater and Stafford Gallery. Still
one has heard it said that Lord Northwick, whose fine collection was
dispersed in 1857, became possessed before he died of nearly all the
pictures he had specially cared for as a young man ; and as for the
famous Hertford collection, the gems the marquis has filled his house
with would require a volume. One great source of his acquisitions was the
Fesch Gallery at Home.
It may be interesting to know the prices at which some fine specimens
of old masters have been sold. We must recollect, however, that some
of their finest specimens have never been in the market at all, whilst in
other cases several pictures having been purchased together, we have no
record of their individual prices. To begin then with the Italian school.
The National Gallery Perugino, " The Virgin Worshipping the Infant
Christ," was obtained from the Mebzi family of Milan for 2,5711. The
altar-piece by Francia in the same collection, from the Duke of Lucca's
gallery, cost 3,500L Pictures by L. Da Vinci are of rare occurrence in
the market. At the King of Holland's sale in 1850, " La Columbine "
was bought for the Emperor of Austria for 40,000 florins (3,330Z.) Of
Eaffaelle's pictures I must mention two or three. " The most important,
and in composition unquestionably the finest, of Eaffaelle's Holy Families "
(Kugler), is that known by the name given to it by Philip IV., who on
seeing it exclaimed, " This is my pearl." He obtained it from the
collection of Charles I., when the precious gallery of that true lover of art
was " inventoried, appraised, and sold " by order of the commonwealth,
and all that contained representations of the Virgin Mary or the first
person in the Trinity so narrowly escaped being consigned to the flames.
Even in those days it fetched 2,OOOL About the same sum was paid by
Lord Northwick for the " St. Catherine," now in the National Gallery. The
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ex-King of Bavaria gave 7,000/. for the portrait presumed to be of
Efiffaelle himself, and engraved as such by Raphael Morghen, but
which is really that of Birdo Altoviti. The " Garvagh " or " Aldro-
vaidini Madonna " was secured for the nation two years ago for 9,000
guineas.
Everybody that has been at Dresden remembers the Madonna di San
Sit to, so disappointing at first — so at least it was to myself — so fascinating
afterwards. Augustus III. secured this gem beyond all price from a
convent at Piacenza for 17,000 ducats (about 8,OOOL), and a copy of the
picture. In 1846 there was discovered at Florence, in what had been the
refoctory of the house of the sisters of St. Omofrio, but at that time
occupied by a carriage varnisher, a fresco of the Last Supper, upon which
wa^ discovered this inscription in gold letters, almost obliterated — "Raphael
Urbinas, 1505." A fragment of a very early engraving of this fresco is in
the print-room of the British Museum. This fresco was purchased by the
Tuscan Government for the Ducal gallery for 13,OOOZ. The exquisite
Correggio in the National Gallery, " La Vierge au Panier," though only
thirteen inches by ten inches, cost us 3,800Z. ; his two other great
pictures in the same collection, "Ecce Homo" and "Education of
Cupid," 10,000 guineas. The five splendid examples of the work in the
Dr3sden Gallery were obtained from Francis III. Duke of Este, for
" 130,000 zechinos which were coined in Venice." One of these is the
" Reading Magdalen," so well known by Longhi's beautiful engraving.
Some years ago there was a sale of pictures at Rome when a water-colour
wa^ knocked down for a few scudi. The fortunate purchaser was a
Signor Valati, who, on carrying it home, found an oil painting underneath
the water-colours — a replica of the " Reading Magdalen." The former
owner, on hearing of this, brought an action for its recovery ; and after
long and most vexatious proceedings, the law courts decided, on the
principle I suppose of "not guilty, but must not do it again," that
Signor Valati was to keep the picture, but must pay 2,000 scudi in
addition to the purchase-money, and promise not to let the picture leave
the country. But promises, like piecrusts, are notoriously made to be
broken, and thousands, no doubt, have seen this very picture in the
gallery which Lord Ward — now Earl Dudley — so generously opened to
the public at the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly. Lord Ward, it is said, gave
1,600Z. for it, but I have heard nearly double that sum mentioned as the
purchase-money.
The grand picture by Sebastian del Piombo, one of the chief treasures
of our National Gallery, deserves a few words. Besides the intrinsic
value as a painting, it is especially interesting for its connection with the
rivalry between Raffaelle and Michel Angelo. Michel Angelo was too
pro ad to condescend himself to a trial of skill with his rival, and put
forward his friend Sebastian as a worthy competitor. But when the
Cardinal Giulio de' Medici, by way of testing their respective merits,
commissioned Raffaelle to paint the " Transfiguration," he at the same time
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ordered the ' ' Raising of Lazarus ' ' from Sebastian. Michel Angelo knowing
that Sebastian was very deficient in many points both of design and
drawing, made several sketches for the picture ; many of which were in
Sir T. Lawrence's collection. When Raffaelle heard of it, he said,
' ' Michel Angelo has paid me a great compliment in thinking me worthy
to compete with himself and not with Sebastian." Both the pictures were
intended for the Cathedral of Narbonne, to the archbishopric of which the
cardinal had been appointed by Francis I. But unwilling to take both
these masterpieces away from Rome, he only sent Sebastian's picture to
Narbonne. Here it remained till purchased by the Regent Duke of
Orleans for about 1,0002. When the Orleans collection came to England,
Mr. Angerstein bought this picture for 3,500 guineas. Mr. Beckford was
very desirous of possessing it, and offered, it is said, 15,000?. for it, but
Mr. Angerstein insisting on guineas, the negotiations were broken off. When
the French had carried off the "Transfiguration" to the Louvre, they
were anxious to unite the two pictures on'ce more, but fortunately were
unsuccessful ; and when the Angerstein Gallery became the property of the
nation, and the foundation of our National Gallery, this picture was still
its most valuable treasure.
Passing by Titian, of whom I don't find any particular examples as
having occurred for sale lately, I come to the fine Paul Veronese, " The
Family of Darius before Alexander," which was secured in 1856 for our
National Gallery from Count Vittore Pisani of Venice, for an ancestor of
whom it was painted, for 13,650?.
I must only mention one more name of the Italian school — Annibale
Caracci. Lord Carlisle secured the well-known picture" of the " Three
Maries" for 4,000?. ; and the National Gallery has " Christ and St. Peter"
for 8,000?.
Of the French school perhaps Claude's name may suffice. 'His
"Italian Seaport at Sunset," formerly in the Angerstein Gallery and now
in our National collection, and one of the artist's chef-d'ceuvres, was
valued in 1860 at 5,000?. Two others in the same collection, "The
Marriage of Isaac and Rebecca," and the " Embarcation of the Queen
of Sheba," cost Mr. Angerstein 8,000?. The same sum is said to have
been offered for the "Morning" and "Evening," now in the Grosvenor
Gallery.
Of the Flemish and Dutch schools, Cuyp, Hobbima, Wouvermann, &c.,
command large prices. A specimen of Isaac Ostade — " A Winter Scene " —
cost Sir. R. Peel 4,000?. And as a curiosity I may add that a tiny little
picture by Mieris, nine inches by seven, produced at Mr. Wells's sale
498?. 10s. Rubens's exquisite portrait of Mademoiselle Lunden, better
known as the " Chapeau de Paille," would fetch now more than
Sir R. Peel paid for it, 3,500?. His "Rainbow Landscape," now in
Hertford House, cost 4,550?. Sir Culling Eardley refused 7,000?. for the
portrait of the " Duchess of Buckingham and Family."
Of Rembrandt's pictures George IV. gave 5,250?. for the " Master
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Skip-builder," from the Schmidt collection at Amsterdam ; Mr. Angerstein
6,OOOZ. ' for the "Woman taken in Adultery," now in the National
Gdlery ; whilst the picture just secured for the same collection from
the gallery of M. Sweenardt — " Christ Blessing Little Children "—cost
7,000/.
But it is to the Spanish school we must go to find the largest sum paid
in modern times for a picture. Of the thirteen Murillos which Marshal
So alt managed to collect in Spain, one of them, an "Immaculate Con-
ception," at the Marshal's sale in May, 1852, was bought by the French
Gc vernment for 23,4401. ! We have an amusing story of the circumstances
unier which Soult secured his prize. In his pursuit of Sir John Moore he
overtook. two Capuchin friars, who turned out, as he suspected them to be,
spies. On hearing that there were some fine Murillos in the convent to
which they belonged, he ordered them to show him the way to it. Here he
saw the Murillo in question and offered to purchase it. All to no purpose,
till the prior found that the only way to save the lives of his two monks
was to come to terms. "But," said the prior, "we have had 100,000
francs offered for the picture." "I will give you 200,000 francs," was the
rq.ly ; and the bargain was concluded. " You will give me up my two
br< thren ? " asked the prior. " Oh," said the Marshal, very politely, " if you
wirh to ransom them, it will give me the greatest pleasure to meet your
wirhes. The price is — 200,000 francs." The poor prior got his monks,
and lost his picture.
One word about miniatures. We have had some famous men in that
branch of art ; as, for instance, the one mentioned by Donne —
A hand or eye
By Hilliard drawn, is worth a history
By a worse painter made.
One of his miniatures — of Lady Jane Grey — was sold at Lord North-
wick's sale for 125 guineas. Another very beautiful one of Lady Digby,
by P. Oliver, fetched at the same sale 100 guineas. Probably the highest
prise given for such a work in modern days was that for the Duke of
Wellington by Isabey, which was purchased by the Marquis of Hertford in
18-51 for something more than 440L
My subject would be incomplete without some mention of drawings.
By far the finest collection of drawings by the old masters was that made
by Sir T. Lawrence. The sum he spent amassing them is variously
est mated at from 40,OOOZ. to 75,000/. At his death the collection was
to oe offered tc the British Museum for the sum of 20,OOOZ. But, thanks
to ;he exertions of Lord Grey and Sir M. A. Shee, this generous offer was
not accepted. Whilst the subject of the purchase was under Consideration,
Sir C. Eastlake took some of the drawings to Lord Brougham, then Lord
Ch mcellor. Lord Lansdowne and Talleyrand were with the Chancellor ;
an<. Talleyrand said, " Si vous n'achetez pas ces choses la, vous etes des
bai bares." But to our everlasting disgrace we did not. The collection
wa ! then broken up. The King of Holland had first choice, and bought
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to the amount of 20,OOOZ. ; though his speculation, by the way, does not
seem to have been very successful, for at his sale in 1850 they only
realized 7,5007. Another very interesting portion, containing seventy-
nine by Michel Angelo and 162 by Raffaelle, was secured for the University
of Oxford, at the expense of 7,000/., of which the largest portion was
munificently contributed by Lord Eldon.
Of single drawings, I may mention one of Michel Angelo, " The
Virgin, Infant Christ, and S. John," sold for 200 guineas ; and the same
sum, or more, was obtained at Christie's for another interesting drawing
of his, the heads and upper parts of the principal figures in a picture by
Seb. del Piombo, — " The Salutation of Mary and Elizabeth," which is
or was at Farly Hall, in Berkshire. Of drawings by Raffaelle, " Jacob's
Dream " has brought 200 guineas ; and a portrait of Timoteo della Yite,
320 guineas ; " The Entombment," from the Crozat collection, at Rogers's
sale, 440 guineas ; and " Christ at the Tomb," the finest hi the King of
Holland's collection, 550 guineas. It was purchased for the Louvre.
The British Museum secured the drawing of the " Garvagh Madonna," at
Dr. Wellesley's sale, for 600/.
Of modern water-colour drawings, six by Turner fetched, at Mr.
Wheeler's sale, 1864, 3,500 guineas ; one of them alone, 27 inches by 15^,
bringing 1,350. The Bicknell sale in 1863 furnished a marvellous instance
of successful speculation in three drawings of Copley Fielding — " Brid-
lington Harbour," " Rivaulx Abbey, evening," and " Crowborough Hill."
The original prices were 36, 42, and 25 guineas; they sold for 530, 600,
and 760.
815
THE RATIONALE OF RECREATION
AT this time of the year recreation is uppermost in the thoughts of nearly
all classes. The farmer alone, looking over his fields as they spread their
ripeness under the summer sun, thinks joyfully of work. For most of us
harvest-time brings a different but still glorious fruition to the labours of the
year. Our dreams at night are of the rest we have earned, and our thoughts
by day are of mountain-tops, of rushing streams, and of the open sea. Into
tie dreary " chambers " these gleams of sunshine have made their way, bring-
ing a message of the fields. The cosy study, such an attractive workshop in
other seasons, looks dull and heavy now, and the backs of the books are
persecuting in their too familiar aspect, for the sunshine which opens all
tie flowers shuts up these blossoms of the human tree. The roar of the
street comes in through the open window with the distant whistle of the
trains, and it suddenly strikes us how like the one is to the boom of the
sea, and what a sound of country travel there is in the other. In society,
too, the talk is of journeys, and even the children just home from school
are full of thoughts of flight. A happy restlessness is on us ; a peaceful
flutter pervades the household — a quiet agitation makes itself manifest.
Tiiere is a buzz of travel in the air, domestic and social life has a pro-
visional character, and all the ties of society seem to be loosening. It is
the holidays, and we are " breaking-up." Duty stands aside, care is
content to wait, routine is thrown gaily off, business and ambition put the
yoke from their shoulders, and even divinity assures itself that " there is
a time to play."
Perhaps it may be true, as many a paterfamilias is saying, that holiday
travel is, in the present day, pushed to an extreme. But there is the
bt-st and profoundest reason for a custom which has so thoroughly incor-
porated itself with modern civilization. There is in human nature a
necessity for change ; and the more intense is the life we live, the stronger
ai..d more imperious does that necessity become. The habits of a vege-
table are only possible to those who vegetate, and a certain stolidity of
mind and feebleness of character almost always characterize the vegetating
portion of the race. It is the wonderful intellectual activity of the age
wliich produces its restlessness. A highly developed nervous system is
usually connected with a somewhat restless temperament ; but the ten-
dency of intellectual activity is to give an undue development to the
nervous organization at the expense of the muscular tissues. In com-
parison with our great grandfathers, we are highly nervous, restless, and
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316 "OFF FOR THE HOLIDAYS."
what they would have called " mercurial." The stress of nineteenth-
century civilization is on the brain and the nerves ; and one of the sad
forms in which this fact becomes visible to the eye is the melancholy
vastness of such establishments as those at Colney Hatch and Hanwell.
Of course the very stress under which so many break down develops
the power and capacity of vastly larger numbers than succumb to it ;
and if in the present day there is some diminution in the muscular
development of the race, there is a more than corresponding increase
in its nervous development and of all that depends thereon. Physical
beauty, in so far as it depends on splendid muscular organizations,
may not be as general among us as it was among the Greeks ; but
magnificent nervous organizations, with all the power of work which they
confer, are more numerous among Englishmen and Americans to-day than
they have ever been among any people whom the world has seen before.
Our national temperament is in process of rapid development and change.
The typical John Bull is fast becoming a merely legendary personage ; his
vegetative life and stationary habits and local prejudices are all disappearing
beneath the stimulating influences of railways and telegraphs and great
cities. But this change of national temperament brings with it, and in
part results from, an entire change of national habits and customs.
English life in the eighteenth century was that of a nation who took the
world easily, — in the nineteenth century it is that of a people who feel
that "art is long and .time is fleeting," and that life must be made the
most of. From being what philosophers call extensive and running into
physical developments, rit has become intensive and takes intellectual
forms. Our great grandfathers ate and drank, laughed and grew fat ; we
plan and study, labour and fret, and are nervous and thin. They took
life as it came : we are more anxious to mould it to our purpose, and
make it what we think it ought to be. They were content with news when
it had already become history ; we want to watch the history of this
generation in the very process of making. They lived a life which was
self-contained and satisfied ; we are greedy of information, anxious for
conquest, determined to acquire. Their times are typified by the pillion
and the pack-horse ; ours by the telegraph and the train. The same
figure aptly typifies the relative wear and tear of the two modes of life.
Theirs ambled along with an almost restful movement ; ours rushes along
at high pressure, with fearful wear and noise. Their work was almost
play compared with ours ; business of all kinds was steadier and quieter,
politics were less exacting and exhausting, literature was rather a pursuit
than a profession, and even divinity was duller. It may be that our
pleasures are more refined than theirs were, but they are of a more
exciting character ; we take them in a busier and more bustling way, and
tire of them sooner. Hence our greater need of change of scene and
surrounding. Travel was only a luxury to them, but it has become a
necessity to us. It is not merely fashion that sends us all from home,
for the fashion itself has originated in an intellectual and physical need.
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The condition of animal life is movement. Little children are perpetually
active, and the form of their activity is perpetually changing. There
seems to be in the physical organization a disgust of sameness, and
this disgust extends through the whole of our sensational experience.
The lungs always breathing the same air, the stomach always taking
the same food, the ears always hearing the same sounds, even the
eyes always resting on the same round of familiar objects, become
disgusted, lose their tone or strength, and cry out for change. Disuse
is well known to be fatal to our active powers, but a mill-horse round,
which puts the stress of use always on the same part of them, is
only less injurious than disuse. Yet the tendency of life is to fall into
routine. It is always easier to go on using the powers that are in action
than to rouse into activity those that have been overlooked. To change
our course needs effort, to keep on in the old one needs none. The
common prescription of " change of air " really means change of scene, of
surroundings, and, consequently, of habit. The bodily machine has fallen
into a rut, and is " cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in " to a course of life
which has the sole but sufficient condemnation of an oppressive sameness.
Change of place and scene helps us to lift it out of the rut, as we could
never do if we stayed at home. The first thing we do when we get away
for " change of air " is to change our habits. The late man gets up early,
and the early man lies in bed late. The man who has bustled from his
meals, giving his digestion no time to act, sits quietly over them and gives
his stomach a chance ; the young lady who has lounged or worked at home,
afraid of the air, puts away her in-door occupations, and lives in the wind
and the sunshine. The student puts away his books, the merchant
forgets his counting-house, and the diligent housewife lays aside her
household cares. The hours of sleeping and eating are altered, even the
food is somewhat different, and all around there is the gentle stimulus of
general newness and change. It is just this break in the continuity of
sameness, this lifting of the animal machine out of the rut, which does
us good. We come back from change of air recruited and refreshed, but
the natural law which has blessed us for our obedience to it is just that
law by which a change of attitude relieves an aching limb, and by which
change of work is as good as play. The old. coachmen used to tell us that
a long unbroken level was more fatiguing to the horses than a road which
was diversified by hill and valley — the change from level to uphill or
downhill bringing new muscles into play, and preventing the whole stress
of the journey from falling on the same parts of the animal organization.
But herein is a parable of human life. The dead level needs to be diver-
sified. A weariness of perpetually recurring sensations, a disgust of
sameness, a restlessness beneath the continued stress of active use belongs
to our physical organization — is the instinct of the body's wholeness, and,
therefore, the law of its health.
There is, therefore, not only a profound necessity for holidays, but a
reason equally good why we can never take our holidays at home. We
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not only require rest, but change ; and not only change of attitude or
change of work, but change in our surroundings and in the impressions
we are receiving from them. This is not only the law of the body's
wholeness, but of the mind's health. The brain, like the stomach, is
disgusted if it always has the same work to do or the same material to
work on. The nerves, like the muscles, weary of sameness, and must
have the stress of labour shifted and the continuity of impression broken.
But the law of association ties us in this also to the mill-horse round. In
the same scenes the same thoughts come back, and among the same
circumstances we are always recurring to the same cares. A man of
business cannot throw business off him till he has left his counting-
house. A student cannot sit in his library and forget his books. A
doctor cannot ignore his patients, nor a preacher his congregation,
while he is surrounded by everything that reminds him of them. To
forget life's ordinary activities, we must turn our backs upon its ordinary
scenes. There is no life in which there is not some fret, or worry,
or anxiety, or care ; in most lives there is much of them, and it is fret
which wears us, care which kills ns. Even the most favoured lives are
surrounded by circumstances which call for effort — and effort soon becomes
fatigue. A kind of necessity is upon ns, even at home, much more in our
spheres of duty or activity, and all continuous necessity is a strain. But
we get rid of all this as soon as we get away from the associations which
bring it. There is a joyful sense of lightness when we have got clear away
which never comes while we are amid our responsibilities. A feeling of
irresponsibility, of happy emancipation from effort and constraint, of
deliverance from anxiety and care, of happy and exultant liberty, is the
really glorious and refreshing thing in holiday travel. We get our child-
likeness back again for a while. We liberate the mind from pressure,
and it regains its elasticity with a bound. No wonder that we break out
into extravagant costumes, strange freaks, and mad enterprises. They
are but the rebound of an elastic nature from the repression and constraint
of civilized life. We come back to our duties none the worse, but much
the better, for having indulged in them ; and though, as we return to the
old associations, the cares and responsibilities return to meet us, and the
old burden waits to be taken up again, we take the burden upon
strengthened shoulders, and meet the stress of circumstances with
freshened minds. The body's wholeness and the mind's elasticity have
both been restored, and we are recreated and renewed.
It follows from all this that the true idea of a holiday is that it shall
be recreative. The philosophy of holidays is the philosophy of recreation.
But the whole subject of recreation is only now beginning to be under-
stood. A lingering asceticism of sentiment, — a relic of the superstition
which looked upon the body as the source of sin, and peopled the Theban
desert with self-mortifying anchorites — still affects our modes of thought,
though the dogma itself has perished from our intellectual convictions.
We do not proscribe amusements, as some generations have done ; nor do
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we go heartily into them, as Paganism did and the Latin races do : but we
indulge in them and apologize for them. We take some of our most
pleasant and most needful recreations with a half suspicion that they are
only half right. There is, consequently, an entire want of abandon in
them, for which some of us make up by extreme abandon when we are off
for the holidays. We are dreadfully afraid of making ourselves ridiculous
before one another, but we take it out with interest by making ourselves
extremely ridiculous in the eyes of foreigners. But nothing shows the
popular misunderstanding of the whole subject of recreation so thoroughly
as this fear of being ridiculous. Public opinion often exhibits the extremest
ignorance of human nature, but in nothing is it more entirely childish
than in its ideas on amusement and recreation. It persistently merges
the man in his profession, keeps him perpetually on the pedestal of his
status, and will on no account allow him to descend from it. It judges
the fitness of his amusements by the nature of his duties, expects ever-
lasting gravity from those whose calling is a grave one, and perpetual
lightheartedness from those whose vocation is to amuse. For a preacher
to romp with his boys would shock half the ladies of his congregation ;
for a man of business to join in amateur theatricals would make hia
banker watchful over his account, and his brother merchants suspicious of
his solvency ; for a lawyer to be a poet, for a dean to be a satirist, for a
schoolmaster to enjoy whist or billiards, or for a bishop to dance, would
expose them all to remark and suspicion. Yet a moment's thought
would show to the least penetrating of persons that no true recreation can
be found in the line of a man's calling. It is that disgust of sameness
which makes us need change of scene and drives us off for the holidays,
v/hich justities and necessitates recreation of every kind. Change is the
first condition of relaxation. A man might just as well sleep in his full
evening dress as seek his amusement in the same direction as his work.
Work and play, like day and night, are opposites, and the widest unlike-
ness between them is the truest completeness of each. Of course there
must be no moral incongruity between any parts of a true man's life, but
physically and intellectually there cannot be too wide a difference between
his labour and his recreation. They should surround him with different
associations, call up different feelings, exercise different faculties, appeal
to different parts of his nature : should be, in fact, the antithesis of each
other. The man of sedentary occupation should take active recreation,
the man of laborious work needs restful play. The student requires
unintellectual amusement, the tradesman may find his recreation in books.
The man whose calling needs the preservation of an official dignity requires
as recreation something in which even personal dignity may be laid aside
and forgotten, some innocent but not dignified amusement hi which he
descends to the level of others, and is no longer the priest or the peda-
gogue, the justice or the physician, but simply the man. The public may
always remember his status, he needs to remember himself. The world
foolishly tells him to keep upon his stilts ; he needs to come down from
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them to know " the blessedness of being little," and to get out of his
vocation and out of himself. That is true recreation, and fulfils its
function.
This seems to be the " rationale" of recreation. Recreation is
something more than amusement, for amusement merely occupies or
diverts, while recreation, as the word itself indicates, renews and
recreates. But this renewal and recreation proceeds on the principle
of antithesis. Life is a balance of opposites, health is their equipoise,
and the overbalance of either is disease and death. Arctic explorers tell
of the dreadful persecution of perpetual daylight in the six months' polar
day, and of the terrible depression produced by the perpetual darkness in
the six months' night. But the beautiful alternation of these opposites in
the habitable parts of the globe, the perpetual swing of this exquisitely
balanced antithesis, is the fundamental condition of our healthy activity.
Nature does not leave us to balance work and rest, but does all she can to
strike the balance for us. Yet even the rest of sleep is something more
than the cessation of activity : every muscle in the body has its corre-
lative, and it is by the use of the one that the other is rested. All
muscular action consists of contractile movement, and a muscle can only
be elongated by the pull caused by the contraction of its correlative. We
rest by employing other muscles than those on which the stress of action
has lain. When I close my eyes from very weariness, the muscles which
have kept them open lose their contractility, the opposite muscles come
into play, and by contraction pull down my eyelids and elongate the
muscles, which in their turn will contract to-morrow and open my eyelids
to the daylight. This principle of rest by alternation of activity runs
through the greater part of our experience. Play is change of work, not
change which merely gives the same organs or faculties something else to
do, but change which brings other and correlative organs or opposite
faculties into action. Mere rest is not true recreation. An unused power or
faculty will not fitly counterbalance an overworked one. To keep one eye
shut would never compensate for overuse of the other; yet it is just that
overuse of some one power or faculty which is the evil we all need to
redress. We are created men, and it is only by art that we are made
into tradesmen or statesmen, literary men or handicraftsmen, professional
men or workmen. Our vocation is a limitation put upon us by necessity,
a nan-owing of our life into a special channel, a straitening of our energies
into one line of special faculty, and its unavoidable result is a one-sided
development of our powers. But in its highest and truest form recreation
is the prevention of this one-sidedness. A really noble recreation is a
perfecting discipline. It redresses the injured balance of our nature,
cultivating that side of it which our vocation neglects, developing those
powers our necessary business represses, and out of the man of study or
of business, out of the statesman or the tradesman, reproducing and
recreating the Man. It is therefore compensatory in its influence and
restorative in its effects ; it is antithetical to our occupation, restoring the
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harmony of a well-balanced mind and the soundness of a well- developed
body, and preserving or recreating the active wholeness, the physical and
mental health of the whole man. It is thus a part of culture, and might
well be considered to be a part of religion too.
Many examples might be given in illustration of the principle here
stated. Where the instinctive action of mind or body suggests a restora-
tive or recreative movement, it will usually be found to proceed on this
principle of complement, compensation, or antithesis. It is a well-known
optical experience, that when an eye which has been dazzled by some
brilliant colour is turned away from it to some colourless object, that
object is partially obliterated by a patch or blot of some other quite diffe-
rent colour. But the imaginary colour bears an exact relation to the colour
which produced the dazzling effect. It is its correlative, its complement,
its opposite, and the mingling of the two would produce perfect harmony,
because they would constitute perfect light. But this physical fact has a
hundred parallels in our moral and intellectual life. Our castles in the
air are never counterparts of home ; they are generally complementary
to it. The ideal life we picture to ourselves in day-dreams is generally
set in vivid contrast to the life we really live. Escaping into a world we
can create after our own fancy, it is often the antithesis of this. The
serious work of Milton's life was political and theological controversy.
He was known among his contemporaries as the great heretic and Radical of
his time, and was supposed to delight in the distasteful and disturbing labours
to which the interests of truth and liberty seemed to call him. But though
he lived in the very noise and dust of the battle, his " love of sacred
song" kept the fountain of his feelings fresh and clear. He fought, with
all the strength of his nature, for what he believed to be the right, but he
kept all its sweetness by converse with poetic themes. Controversy was
his duty, but poetry was his delight. He did his work with an heroic
devotedness, but kept himself from one-sided development by the divine
recreation of his muse ; and when he had fallen on evil days and evil
tongues, he took refuge from them in an ideal world, and refreshed his
mind with immortal song. Coming nearer to our own times, we find other
examples of the same principle. Lamb's quaint and quiet humour was
the escape of a gentle nature from harsh surroundings, and the genial
satire and good-humoured mockery which make his essays such fascinating
reading are but the antithesis of his serious and sad experience, the flight
of his fancy into another sphere to redress the balance of this. He laughs
with his readers because he needed a laugh, and could not laugh with
himself. He is bright, and airy, and gay in his writings, because he must
have some glimpses of life's brighter side, and such glimpses were not
given him by experience, for his heavy domestic cares and troubles took
all airiness and gaiety out of his life. Almost the same may be said of
Hood, His genial laughter came from a suffering soul. His literary
labours were the escape of his mind from ill health and painful experiences
into another world. Nor is it violating any propriety to say that, in a
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very different manner, we owe Mrs. Gaskell's writings to the same principle
of our nature. It was a home affliction that gave her great powers to the
public use. It was as a recreation in the highest sense of the word, as
an escape from the great void of a life from which a cherished presence
had been taken, that she began that series of exquisite creations which
has seemed to multiply the number of our acquaintances, and to enlarge
even the circle of our friendships. But this escape from the real into the
ideal would not be possible to any were not our nature " antithetically
mixed." Physically and mentally overbalance is distress and disease,
equipoise is happiness and health ; and whether it be needful duties or
unavoidable experiences, cherished habits or detested necessities, which
throw the weight on one side, that only is a truly restorative discipline or
recreative experience which puts an equal weight upon the other side.
Guided by this principle it would be very possible for us to select our
recreations with a near approach to scientific fitness. To understand the
nature of recreation and the high purposes it may subserve is to be far on
the road to the discovery of its method. Physically, it should be directed
to the restoration of the body's wholeness by ensuring the equal and
harmonious development of all its parts. Intellectually, it should aim at
rounding off our experience, and extending the culture of our faculties to
every part of them. It should not minister to the mere love of change or
the desire of novelty, but new experiences and changed surroundings are
essential to its perfectness. It should be change of occupation and of
mental air. It should take us into a new world, and open a wider horizon
to our observation and experience. Holiday travel is, in fact, its typical
form, and that recreation will be most truly recreative to which we can
turn from time to time with all the zest of freshness, in which we can
forget our cares and merge our anxieties, and which is so far from the
track of necessary work, so different from our enforced activity, that we
can enter on it with something of that fresh and joyous feeling with which
at this moment we are " off for the holidays."
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CHAPTER XIX.
Tis JUST THE WAY o' THE \YORLD.
NE Saturday afternoon work was
done, and Cassie had gone down
to the mill to be paid. It was a
still evening, and Lydia sat on a
broad stone outside her door,
with her Bible on her knees ; but
she was not reading, only looking
intently up at a little sunset cloud
sailing over her head. There is
a woman in front of Guide's
" Massacre of the Innocents "
at Bologna, with a dead baby at
her feet and her eyes fixed on
its angelic semblance in the sky
above. Lydia's face had the
same expression. " Their angels
do always behold the face of their
Fatier in Heaven," she whispered to herself. It was the only luxury in
which she indulged, to sit in perfect stillness and think of her child,
— '• gone back again," as she always called it to herself. She was roused
by ihe click of the little garden-gate, and turning, met the keen grey eyes
of ( >ld Nanny Elmes fixed upon her. Nanny was leaning over the wicket,
clan as usual in a long grey great-coat, the tails of which reached almost
to her heels. She now put down her basket and came and sat on the low
wal." beside her. " I've been a watchin' o' ye ever so long, Lyddy, and ye
stin ed no more than the stone babby in the church. I didn't know as
how ye could read," she added, looking suspiciously at the book.
•' 'Tain't but a very little. I learnt * mysen a bit afore I married.
The :e was a little maid o' Mrs. Goose's as were a rare un for her book,
and she learnt me my letters, and fund the places i' th' Bible when parson
was a readin', and so I cum for to know the words when I see'd un in their
own places — when they'se at home as 'twere. And it seems," she went
on rfter a pause, " when I gets at the words, like as if
I were a hearing
* \Vhy not ? " Oh, learn me true understanding." — Ps, cxix. " My life and
oduc.ition both do learn me now." — O/AtJfo, Act i»
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my Saviour talk to me ; and whiles when I'm my lane seems to me as if
He cum in at the door and say'd thae gracious words to me His own self."
The old woman listened intently, with her head on one side like a bird.
" Well, it's wonderful for to hear ye ; ye're like Mary i' th' story ; but then
you've your bite and sup certain, and you've time for faith and your
salvation, and a' them things. I as has got my old body for to kip my own
self, must just gi'e tent to my feet, and ha' eyes i' th' back of my bonnet
(for the childer's finners, bless 'um, is as mischeevous and quick as mag-
pies), or I should ha' nowt to my belly nor nowt to my back. And I dunna
see," she continued, as her natural pride in her calling returned, " as
Martha ain't as much wanted i' th' world as Mary. There wouldn't ha'
been much dinner, I'll warrant, i' th' house where they were i' Bethany,
an it hadn't been along o' she."
Lydia rose with a smile. " Tea'll be masked soon now, when Cassie
and German comes in ; belike ye'll hae a sup o' milk though afore ? "
" Nay, I'll wait. More by reason here she comes, and the lad too.
Why, child, yer fine colour's gone sadly. Ha' ye been bad sin' I saw ye ? "
she said, compassionately. " Ye munna take on a thattens for what's past
and gone. I hae been so throng as I couldna come before," she
apologetically.
In fact the story of the murder had been an invaluable stock in
trade to Mrs. Elmes. " It has been the vally to me," as she declared, " of
more suppers and teas than I'd ever ha' know'd, me knowing the parties
so well, and had a sould 'um the very buttons as was upon old Ashford's
shirt the day he were murdered (them's the very same, leastways off
the same card, mum. I've sould a sight on 'um.)" She therefore felt
considerable gratitude to those who had been the means, even involun-
tarily, of procuring her such a pleasant time. She had not seen them
since the funeral — when in- the capacity of " our own correspondent " she
had gone up to Stone Edge to collect the latest information — and she felt as
if she had been guilty of neglect.
" I've been a wanting to see ye this three months," she went on, " but
I couldn't get up this way afore now." Then looking critically about her,
" Ye'r a deal better off down here, to my mind, nor upo' the top o' yon
nob, with the winds blowing like as they'd tak' yer heads off. It took sich
a sight o' time, too, going up the Lone Moor, and yer heart i' yer mouth
as 'twere wi' a' the boggarts and things as mid be upo' the road. I'd ha'
folk live in a comeatabler place, where their frens can git at 'um asy,
wi'out such a deal o' toil."
"'I can' ain't allus the same as 'I would/" said G-erman, half
annoyed. " Him as canna get oat-cake mun put up wi' bread, but I loved
the old house dearly I did. 'Tain't the place so mich, 'tis the feelin'."
" I've a baked some fresh oat-cake to-day, and it's gey sweet," inter-
posed Lydia, as she placed what looked like layers of round flaps of tough
whitey-brown leather on the table.
" If there's one thing I do love it's fresh oats," said the old woman ;
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" and it's a deal wholesomer for strength and delight nor any other grain.
They say folk's teeth as eats it is whiter and long and broad ; but it's not
you as wants that, my lass," she added, as she looked at the row of pearls
in Cassie's mouth. The girl smiled absently, hardly seeming to hear.
" Manners is manners," Nanny went on, accepting all that was pressed upon
her. " I will say that for this house ; first ye picks a bit and then ye chats
a bit ; ye dunno wolf it down as some folk I see does."
"P'raps they're poor creatures as is sore put to it for a livin'," said
Lydia, excusingly.
"Ha' ye heerd," proceeded Mrs. Elmes, after a pause, "how Lawyer
Gilbert have a took on hisself along of the murderin' of yer feyther ?
He says it's a sin and a shame as Joshuay werena put upo' his oath and
'xarninated. He's a been up in Yorkshire where his mother died, or he'd
a sin to it hisself, he says, before ; and the crowner were a deal too thick
wi' Joshuay he says. There were summat about a horse atwixt 'um ; but
there's such a many tales allus, one doesna know which to believe. I
thought mebbe the councillor had a been up here for to ax ye (he said as
how he would) about a' that ballaraggin' and quarrellin' atwixt yer feyther
and Joshuay."
" I hanna nowt to say," answered the lad, shortly, " nor what I telled
un all at the 'quest. My feyther sent me home early o' that market-day,
and I know nowt o' any quarrel nor ballaragging nor nowt."
Cassandra's tongue and lips seemed too dry to utter a word, but she
looked pitifully at Lydia, who asked the question for her.
" Ha' ye heerd owt o' Joshua or Roland sin they went ? "
"Not th' littlest bit o' a word," replied Nanny. "And 'tain't nateral
we should. Joshuay '11 kip as close as a hunted hare an a' be true, wi'
all this hanging over him."
" And what's come o' poor Roland ? " said Lydia again.
" They say he looked a very deal more cut up nor his feyther, hiding
o' his face like, and just an he knew more o' th' murder nor were good
for's soul, he were so white."
" I dunna believe a word on't," burst out German. " Roland were as
good a chap as ever walked i' shoeleather. I were main fond o' him. I'd
lay my life he know'd no more o' wrong nor I did, — and I'd gi'e a great deal
for to see he again — that's what it is," said the lad, pushing away his
chair and getting up with an angry glow in his face, which made poor
Cassie's heart swell with gratitude to her brother.
" 'Tis just the way o' the world," she murmured to herself.
" Vfell, I'm not a sayin' nowt agin the poor fellow," said Mrs. Elmes,
rising also and shaking the buttery crumbs from her lapf " He's a good-
livin' chap, I believe. I'm on'y a tellin' of ye what folk says, and as yer-
selves has the best right to know. And now, Cassia, I want ye for to help
mo wash my vtwo or three closs. To-morrow's Sabbath day and I'm to
sleep at Fanner Clay's, and I wants to be tidy like. 'Tis very viewly for to
be clean, for all that one's things mid be mended and coarse. And it's my
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'pinion," she added, significantly, " that if I was Roland, his frens 'ud do
well to advise un to kip hissen out o' the way an he dunna want for to
be brought in ' axnaparte ' witness agin his feyther. Joshuay's one as '11 fin'
a many for to swear his life against him. There ain't ne'er a dirty puddle
o' bad things as he han't a put his foot into this score o' years and more,
and a broken pitcher may go on'st too often to th' well, we all know that,"
CHAPTER XX.
VERY LONELY.
JOSHUA and his son had continued their slow way unmolested to Liverpool.
As they came in sight of the town and drove through street after street of
frowsy, squalid, grimy houses, Roland's heart sank within him. There
are few things more depressing than the suburbs of a great city, where
all the beauty of nature has been destroyed, and man's handiwork is only
shown in ugliness and wretchedness.
" And they have a dirtied the very air as it ain't clean to swalla," said
Roland, with inexpressible disgust as they passed into the lurid, foggy, dull
smoky atmosphere.
" Yes," answered his father ; " but it mun be a fine place, and safe,
an a body didn't want for to be looked arter." — The views to be taken of
the same place vary curiously according to the seer.
The next day Roland went in search of the old Quaker's warehouse
with Nathan's letter in his hand.
""What a sight o' folk," said he to himself. " And how they runs to
and fro, nobody a speaking to nobody, nor simmingly caring whether we
all be alive or dead." In Youlcliffe everybody knew everybody, and the
intense solitude of the crowd of a great town made his loneliness sometimes
almost unbearable.
Mr. Rendall received him coldly and suspiciously ; he seemed nearly to
have forgotten Nathan's existence, and questioned the young man closely
and very unpleasantly. Just, however, as Roland was turning on his heel,
half in anger and half in dismay, the old Quaker said placidly, —
"Well, young man, I'll give thee a chance and try thee in the outer
warehouse for a while — lest, as Nathan Brown observes, perchance thy
falling into evil ways might reproach us for our neglect. Thou seem'st a
bit hasty, friend. Dost thee think the father can eat sour grapes and the
son's teeth not be set on edge ? 'twould be against Scripture. Thee rnayst
come to-morrow and we'll see what thee'st good for."
Although he was accepted, it was a galling position, however, for
Roland : he felt that he was watched by the foreman and watched by the
masters. At YoulclifFe his own character stood him in stead, and he was
trusted and respected, with little reference to his connection with Joshua ;
but the sins of the father were beginning to tell fearfully against his child.
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The lodging which he first took was too respectable for Joshua, who had
soon fallen into the worst possible set.
" I dunno like them stuck-up folk a pryin' into a body's ways. I tell
thee, Roland, I wunna come to thee no more an thou dostna change,"
said he.
And they moved gradually into a more and more miserable part of the
town — for Roland was set upon keeping a kind of home for his father —
coming at last into one of the narrow airless courts of which Liverpool is
full, with high houses all round shutting out the sky, where Roland,
used to the free air of the hills, could scarcely breathe : the dirt and
wretchedness of the other inhabitants was a misery to him — the world
of dark and dismal houses oppressed him like a nightmare. The want
of space is of itself excessively trying to one who has had as it were the
run of half a county.
He made no friends, scarcely any acquaintance ; the clerks at Mr.
Rendall's rather looked down upon his country ways ; besides, it seemed
to him as if he were being borne along on a rapid current he knew not
where, as if everything were a temporary makeshift, that "something"
was coming, he never said to himself what, and that it was not worth
while to make plans or undertake anything beyond his day's work. There
was a steep street leading down towards the river, where he could get a
glimpse of the blue Welsh hills beyond the forests of masts, along which
.lie always passed if he could — they " seemed friendly." His only amuse-
ment, indeed, was to stroll down it in the evening and along the docks to
watch the outgoing ships. Why could not his father be persuaded to
f*o somewhere, — anywhere, far away ?
One day he had picked up a little crying child who had lost its way,
sind having patiently inquired out its belongings, had spent much trouble
in bringing it home, which had won the heart of its grandfather, an old
i ailor almost past work who hung about the docks doing odd jobs, and
vdth whom Roland used occasionally to talk. It was a pleasure to him
to hear of far-off lands, something as different from his present perplexities
cs possible. " Why don't ye go over the way and seek yer fortin' out
tliere?" repeated the sailor at the end of all his glowing descriptions.
'• There's plenty of room for them as'll work, and it's a fine place where
riy son is, he writes me word."
But even in his haziest visions the two images of Cassie and his
father could never come together, and it was as grievous to him to think
of going as of staying. He had no rest even in day-dreams for his soul,
aad his longing after Cassie, after a loving home such as she would
have given him, became sometimes almost more painful to him than he
could bear.
" Oh, that I had wings like a dove," said the poor fellow to himself,
watching the spreading sails, which looked to him Kke wings. " This is a dry
a id thirsty land, where no water is," he went on, as he gazed over tho
n uddy Mersey. It was true to his feeling, though not to senss. It is
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strange how the images of a climate and manners so opposed to ours
should have hecome our true expression of feeling in defiance of reality
of association. The isolation, the anxiety, were half breaking his heart,
but he felt as if he were the last plank to which the drowning soul, fast
sinking from all good, was clinging, and he stayed on, though there were
sometimes whole days when he scarcely saw his father.
Late one evening Joshua, having nothing to do, strolled, excited and
half-tipsy, into the warehouse to inquire for his son, and while Koland, in
the greatest possible distress and annoyance, was trying to persuade him
to go home, the chief clerk — a precise, ceremonious old gentleman with a
dash of powder in his hair came up — and ordered him very summarily off
the premises.
Joshua was exceedingly insolent.
"What's that powder-headed monkey mean ?" said he. "I hanna
done nowt ! I appeal to th' coumpany," he went on, turning to the
bystanders, to their infinite delight, as the clerk was not popular. It was
with the utmost difficulty that Roland could get his father away.
That night he was even more restless than usual after they had gone
to bed : the wretched room was close and airless, and he muttered fright-
fully in his sleep. At last, in the dim moonlight which came in over the
tops of the tall houses in the court, Roland, who was dozing, suddenly
saw him sit up and stretch out his arm angrily.
"Hold yer hand, yer rascal! I won't ha* it made a hanging matter
on."
The voice then sank in unintelligible sounds as he lay down again, and
all was then so still, as Roland, in an agony of horror, leant forward, that he
heard the cinder fall in the grate as he listened. Presently the ghastly figure
rose again. " I tell 'ee half the gold's mine ; the county notes won't be
worth nothing i' th' county. Share and share alike," he repeated fiercely,
and as his son shook him violently to wake him, he muttered, — " No, he
shanna know owt on it — not Roland. I wunna hae him flyted at." And
then he sank into a dull, heavy leaden sleep.
His poor son lay shivering with the extremity of his misery till the
dull daylight broke upon the town. He seemed somehow never to have
realized the thing before, and the touch of tenderness to himself made
his heart ache. In the morning Joshua rose, quite unconscious of his
night's revelations, and Roland went to his work, feeling as if he had com-
mitted a great crime himself. Indeed, those who saw the two might have
doubted which was the guilty man. He could hardly bear to look any one in
the face.
" How shall I get through the day wi' them a' at the office ?" said he
to himself. It was settled for him very summarily. As soon as he reached
the warehouse the old Quaker sent for him, and said, that though he had
no complaints to make of his own conduct, no young man of his could be
allowed to associate with such a fellow as Joshua was now known to be :
" it injured the establishment" — and he dismissed him.
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It was a sentence of exclusion from all respectable places of trust. He
had no one now to apply to for a character ; and his heart seemed to die
within him as he walked down to his father's usual haunts, and wandered
to and fro in search of him. He was nowhere to be found, however ; and
Roland returned through the sloppy, grimy streets, more depressed even
than usual, and sat drearily waiting in the desolate little room. He
thought he would make one more effort to get his father away. Joshua
came moodily in at last : another of his reckless schemes had failed,
and he was sinking deeper and deeper. He sat down sulkily without
speaking.
" What is it ye was inquiring arter me for, Roland ?" he said at last,
almost sadly, turning unwillingly towards his silent son.
" Father, I'm turned off."
" Well, there ain't no great harm in that. I hated th' ould man."
" And how am I to get anither place ? who'll trust me ? Mr. Rendall
says," added the poor fellow, goaded by his father's indifference, " ' None o'
my young men shall ha' aught to do with such as thy father,' says he. I
mun go and work at the docks an we bide here. Let us go, feyther,
away from this dolesome place. What for should we stop here ? " muttered
the poor fellow, desperately.
Joshua had fallen into the very sink and slough of life, but there
remained the one spark of light, his belief in and respect for his son's
character, — a sort of love for him.
" Leave me, lad — go ; thou'st been a good lad to me. I shall be thy
ruin, body and soul, I know, an thou bidest wi' me."
" Oh, feyther, canna we go thegether ? Come wi' me ! Let's try
anither place, not this horrid black hole, — ony ither place. There's a
many homes over the water, sailor Jack says : why shouldn't we go out
there ? The Jumping Jenny sails in a month somewhere, he says ; let
us go."
" I canna go gadding o' that fashion. England's good enough for me ;
but do thou go thysen. Nay, child, thou canstna drag me up, and I on'y
drag thee down. Go while 'tis time ; go d'reckly ; who knows what may
happen?" he said almost fiercely. " If God A'mighty is as parson
Says, He'll reward thee. Dunna folia me ; 'twill be o' no use — I shanna
come back. Thee knowest I'm as obstinate as a bull, and I wunna see
thee "
And from a hidden place in the floor he dragged out a hoard of some
kind, wrapped in a handkerchief, which made Roland shiver. Joshua had
striven to keep his son free from the knowledge of his past crimes, with
a curious respect for his good name ; and rolling some few articles of
clothing into a bundle, he pulled his cap over his eyes with a kind of rage,
wrung his boy's hand, and was gone.
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CHAPTER XXI.
MANY WATERS WILL NOT QUEXCII LOVE.
THE young man had hardly a shilling in the world after having paid
the few things which he owed, and he set off to walk towards home. Ho
wanted the quiet of the fields, the freedom of the open road, to be able to
collect his thoughts ; the dark and dirty town was each day more and
more dreadful to him. He slept two or three nights on the road on his
slow progress home.
" I niun see her again," he muttered, as he went along, " an it be
only to say good-by. But who knows whether she'll hae speech wi' me ? An
they've any scent o' the thing, happen they mid think there were a taint o'
blood o' my hands too," — it seemed to drive him half out of his senses as
the thought crossed his mind.
The sweet air from the hills seemed to come to him like an old and
soothing friend as he approached his own country. When the stone walls
and the rocky outlines came in sight he greeted them like living beings.
" How can onybody live in thoe stinking holes ?" said he to himself. " I'd
reither be a herd-boy nor have all Mr. Kendall's stores. Eh, but it's a
lovely sight," said he, as he saw a plough passing crosswise along a field
on a hill nearly as steep as a house side.
He was leaning over the parapet of a bridge, watching the rush of the
water among the big stones, and trying to make out Stone Edge in the
distance, when a voice near him cried out, " Why, if it ain't Roland
Stracey!" and he encountered the sharp eyes of Lawyer Gilbert, a low
attorney, with whom he knew his father had had a long quarrel about an
•exchange.
"And where's your father, I'd like to know ? " said he. "He cheated me
once, but I'll be even with him yet. He got off finely at the inquest ; he'd
hardly be so lucky again. I should like to know if you'd a been set in
the witness-box and the screw put on, what you'd ha' been made to say ?
There was one Jackman, horsedealer," he added, with a searching look —
"And what right ha' you to take folk's characters away o' that
fashion ?" said Roland, fiercely, turning at bay. " I know a thing or two
o' you, as ye'll hardly like telled 'i th' court ! " and he passed on without
another word. He was evidently not to be trifled with in that mood, and
the man let him go.
He struck across countiy to avoid meeting any one else — up a lonely
valley, where now runs a high-road and a railway is threatened, but where
then there passed nothing but the old pack-horse way, paved in places,
which had probably existed since before the time of the Romans. Up
and down it went, without the smallest idea of keeping any level, turned
aside by every little obstacle, running hither and thither like a child at
play, instead of the stern determination of a Roman road, or even of its
modern equivalent. He walked for miles without meeting a living thing,
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and all was silent except a brawling stream, which ran at the bottom,
hidden amid moss and magnificent broad leaves. Sometimes the steep hill-
sides rose bare, with nothing but bush and shaley loose stones mixed with
lilies of the valley and rare mountain aromatic herbs ; then came sweeps
of the short sweet emerald grass of the limestone pastures, and a sheep
or two, as nimble as goats, bounded out of the way. And still as he
went he had scarcely determined in himself whether he should go on to
Cassie or not. Presently he saw in the middle of the steep bare path a
brown partridge cowering over her young. She had brought out a just-
hatched brood to sun themselves, and awestruck at this unexpected danger,
from which her children could not escape, remained perfectly still as the
best chance of saving the small things, which could hardly run, by sharing
it with them. The Sortcs Virefiliance are played in many ways and by
varying needs.
" If she have faith and doesna stir," said the young man to himself,
" I'll go on ; if she runs I wunna go nigh Cassie. I canna stan' what she
mid say to me." Many an action is determined by the behaviour of as
unconscious an agent as the partridge, who never flinched in the courage
of her love. Koland even stooped over her as he passed ; but her bright
eye was the only thing which stirred.
" Sure an the dumb beasts has that in 'um, there's hope," muttered
he to himself as he strode on. " She'd a big heart had Cassie." And
then he remembered that, except that painful interview at " the Druid's
Stones," it was almost a year and a half since he had seen her. " There's
a deal may ha' happened sin' then," he thought, and goaded by the idea,
he hurried on almost at a run.
He had taken a cross cut, and was a little out of his reckoning among
the folds of hill, when, mounting a higher ridge than usual to look out, he
>aw suddenly, just beneath him, the scene of Ashford's murder : it seemed
us if he could not get out of reach of its memories. He sat down as if he
liad been shot : he could trace far below him the bit of steep road, the
stream, the little grove, as plainly as if he had been there, and he tore
;iway in another direction. The shadow of the guilt was on him, as if he
had committed it himself. " I oughtna to go belike to Cassie," he mut-
iered again. Still, as he said the words, he was walking on towards her:
1 he attraction was too strong, and he crept along the quietest way he could,
( ver hill and down dale, and up to Stone Edge by the Druid's temple : the
frave old stones looked sadly at him — he remembered his last sight of
tiem, and hurried on to the house.
He heard a loud scolding woman's voice ; what did it mean ? and a
blowsy red-cheeked girl was on the threshold.
" Where be the Ashfords ? " said he ; but before the answer came the
vholo truth flashed upon him. Of course they had all been ruined by that
back night's work: everything they possessed in the world must have
b )en swept away, and it had been his own father's doing ; he could have
•\\ rung his hands.
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" Well, for sure, so you'd neevir heerd as they'd flitted ! Where do
ye come frae, young man ? " said the woman, after the fashion of all
secluded dwellers. " Ye mun ha' a drink o' milk and a crust o' bread,
though," she added compassionately. " Ye look wored out like to death."
" I canna' wait," he replied, and as soon as he had learnt their new
home he hurried on again. The little hamlet was scattered up and down
the hills, no three houses together, each in its own croft and garden, and
he went in and out of the green lanes for some time at random, not liking
to inquire. At last he saw Cassie coming slowly up a field-path which led
to the cottage, carrying a large bundle of work from the mill ; but he
looked so haggard, so worn, so thin, that at first she scarcely recognized
him. " Roland ! " she said in a low voice at last.
He was there for no other purpose but to try and see her, yet when
she spoke he walked on as if he had not heard. After three or four steps
he stopped.
" Did ye call me ? " he said, huskily, without turning.
She did not answer, and he looked back. She was leaning against the
narrow stone style, trembling all over, and her eyes full of tears.
" Oh, Cassie, my heart's nearly broke," he went on.
" Come wi' me to the house and see Lyddy," replied she, compas-
sionately.
" No, no : thou dustna know all, thou dustna know all ! I think I'm
going crazy wi' misery ! " and he took hold of both her hands, and looked
into her face with an expression that went to her heart.
" Yea, but I think I do," said she earnestly and kindly.
" Whativer dost thee know, and how ? " answered he, in an anxious
tone.
"I read it i' the lines of thy face, Roland. Why shouldna we be
friens ? God Almighty have a laid a heavy hand on us : why should we
make it worse to oursens ? Come in wi' me ; there's Lyddy and German
will be main glad to see thee. Come," she said, with gentle compulsion,
and something of her old stately grace.
He followed her irresolutely, as one drawn on against his will, but
taking up her bundle from the wall by his instinct of help. The house -
place was empty and she hurried into the kitchen, which was a few steps
lower and opened out into the quarry and garden.
"Lyddy, he's there" ("Who's there?" said she), "like one crazed
wi' trouble. Go in to him, dearie, comfort him, tak' him in, for my sake.
Jtyddy — go to him," and the vehemence of her entreaty shook her from
head to foot.
Even Lydia's large charity was a little taken aback.
" Thou'st sure it's trouble, and not wrong ? "
" Sure, certain sure ; as sure as there's a sun in heaven. Go in and
see him thysen."
Lydia went in. It was a sight to touch even a hard heart, and hers
was certainly not hard. Roland had set himself on a low stool, with his
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elbows on his knees and his head hidden on his hands ; he did not move
as she came up to him, but only said, —
" You're come to send me away ? "
"Nay, poor lad, thee'st welcome, in God's name," said she, laying her
hand on his shoulder.
He seized her by both her wrists and pressed them almost fiercely,
and walked out of the door with a great sob to recover himself.
In a few minutes German appeared, coming in for his tea.
"Eh, Roland, but thee's kindly welcome," said the lad. " Why, thee
L-ok'st like a ghost, poor fellow ! "
Their greetings were like coals of fire on his head, and it was horrible
t ) him that he could not even grieve over their fallen fortunes, without
uiferring something about his father either way. He sat, hardly speaking,
his hand over his eyes.
"Where art thou going to-night?" said Lydia, later in the evening,
v hen he had recovered himself a little under their kindly influence. " Thou
canst sleep o' th' settle for a turn," she added, with a look at German, to
S3e that he did not object.
It was the first dreamless, quiet sleep poor Roland had had for months,
and till German went out to his morning's work he never stirred hand
or foot. When Lydia came down she found him washing his face
cutside the door, where a bright stream of water came flashing out of
a stone conduit; "living" water is the only word which expresses these
riountain wells, fresh from the hidden treasures in the heart of the hills.
He turned up his wet face for the cloth which she gave, as if he had
teen a child. " I want my mother," said he.
Lydia smiled, and turned to look at Cassie, standing in the doorway
1 ehind her, smiling too, to see how the haggard look had vanished,
though the worn and sad expression remained.
But after breakfast his anxious face came back again. Lydia was
sitting on the settle, busy 'with the mill work, near the small case-
uent window filled with plants, while Cassie seemed possessed with a
cemon of tidying. Roland kept looking anxiously in for an opportunity
t D speak to her, which in a coy, shy fit, she pertinaciously avoided.
" Leave a' that till to-morrow, dearie," pleaded Lydia, vainly. She
•s 'as as difficult to catch as a bird.
At last, saddened and disheartened, Roland followed her to the
lower kitchen, opening on a sort of terrace above the glen, where Cassie
1 ad lighted for a moment in her cleaning operations. •
" I understan'," said poor Roland, coming up to her with a dimness in
1 is eyes. " Dunna fash thysen to put it into words, my daiiin'. Good-by.
(rod bless thee. Thou said'st we mid be Mends ; shake hands, Cassie."
"Ye dunno understan' at all," she answered in a glow, with a
reproachful sob. " Goin' about breaking thy heart (and somebody else's
t oo) a' these long months, and then ' Good-by ' says he, quite quiet —
' we mid be friends ! ' "
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All the latter part of which speech was uttered under difficulties, fcr
he had seized her passionately in his arms, and was making up with
interest for past arrears.
Half an hour or so afterwards, as they sat on the little low wall at the
bottom of the garden, under the shelter of the French beans, she said, —
" Thou wiltna part me from Lyddy, Roland ? "
" I want my wife and my mother too," replied he, looking deep into her
eyes. " I'm not sure I dunna love her the best of the two," he went on,
smiling at what he saw there : by which it will be seen that Roland's spirits
had considerably improved in the last hour.
" Nay, thee mustna say that ; thee mun say thee lovest me better nor
anything on the earth. Dost thou not, Roland?" pleaded she, looking
wistfully into his face.
" My darlin', ye needna fear for the bigness o' my love. It's as if it
were me, from the sole o' my foot to the crown o' my yead ; but it's like
the big bottle wi' the little neck, it canna get out. Ye should ha' seen me
i' that big black place, when I'd a'most lost hope o' thee."
"What's thissen?" whispered she, shyly, touching a bit of string
which she saw hanging from his neck as he sat with his arm round her.
He pulled it out ; it was the new shilling which she had given him to help
in buying German's knife.
" 'T would hae been buried wi' me an I'd never seen thee agin;" he
answered, tenderly. " 'Twere the only thing I iver had o' thine."
" 'T has been a cold winter and a wet spring," said she, later, " and
the little buds was afraid o' coming out, and a' things looked nipped and
wretched ; but summer's come at last, even to us, and ye see they're a'
green now." And she smiled as she pulled leaf after leaf to pieces, turning
away under the light of the loving eyes that were upon her.
" And now, my dearie, about our life. I'd just come and live and
work here wi' ye all, but the world's a nasty place, Cassie, and folks is
given to evil speaking. What dost think o' our going abroad ? Yonder,
at Liverpool, I've seen scores o' ships and hundreds o' people goin' off. It
seemed so easy, I longed for to go mysen, on'y I couldna bear putting the
salt sea atwixt thee and me ; 'twould ha' been like cuttin' off my arm."
" Nay, thee niver wouldst ha' had the heart to do that," said she.
" We'll see what Lyddy and German says."
Such an idea was very terrible to her inland bringing-up, but she was
beginning to understand how much worse it might be to stay. It was
nearly two hours before the two returned into the houseplace.
" Why," said Lyddy, looking up with a low laugh, " I heerd Roland
a wishin' on ye good-by mebbe two hours back ; ain't he gone yet ? "
" No, and I ain't a goin' at all," said Roland, drawing his stool close
to her on one side, while Cassie laid her head on her shoulder on tho
other.
" And what's more, he said as how he wasna sure he didna love his
mother the best o' the two. What mun I do to him ? "
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The tears sprang into Lydia's eyes and her lips trembled as she said,
" God bless ye both, my dears ; ye're main good to me."
There was something in the feeling that their joy did not make them
st Ifish, which to her keen perceptions of right gave almost as deep a satis-
faction as the merely personal one.
That afternoon Cassie's work certainly suffered. Roland followed her
to and fro after the cow and the pig, and they wandered together down to
the little streamlet which flowed through the glen amid a tangle of lady-
f c :n and brushwood, and up and down the rude steps and the paved path
which led to the church, by the steep ascent on the other side. " "We'll
IILG to go there soon oursens, Cassie," said he, as they lingered on the
little bridge made of three large stone flags overarched with fantastic ash
aid pollard oak, till the long level shadows fell round them.
Few were the words he said about his father, but he made her under-
stand that Joshua had now cut himself off entirely from his son — the last
anchor to a possible good life. They could now do nothing, and he shrank
from exposing his future wife to the reflection of the terrible doom which
might be impending. Surely it was best to go over sea when they could
do no good by staying ; and then he hinted at his new and horrible dread
th.it he might be called on to give evidence against his father.
" Nanny Elmes telled us so," said Cassie.
One word the poor fellow clung to : he gave her his own version of
thut night's revelations, which to Roland's mind implied that Joshua had
no: himself struck a blow. "He never hit un; I believe it, on my soul
I do, my darlin'," he went on as they strolled home together.
" I mun get the iron and iron out them creases in thy forehead," said
sho that evening as she lifted up the mass of light locks which had hung
so wildly when he arrived, but were becoming smooth and civilized
already.
" I think thee'st done a good bit o' the job by now," observed Lydia,
smiling.
He looked fondly at Cassie, and then a shadow passed over his face.
" But there's creases there even thou canstna smooth away." And he
turned and went out into the quiet night to recover himself.
" We wants to be our lone together, Lyddy and me," said Cassie at
night. " We're very throng, and thee'st sorely i' th' road. Thou mun go
oui wi' German i' th' morning.
" I'm a wanting sore for to hear about them foreign parts, but I canna
get a word out on him. He mun be a bit hard o' hearin', on'y 'tis queer
it's alms o' my side o' his yead !" said the lad, smiling at Roland.
German had caught at the notion of a change. Canada was of course
to him the vaguest of ideas, but he had come down from the position of
a f. rmer to that of a servant lad with some difficulty. The women were
mistresses in their own dwelling, but he was at the beck and orders of a
ma ;ter, after having been one himself, and he had as earnest a desire
as Roland to begin afresh. A very few words accordingly settled the
336 STONE EDGE.
matter, and they had begun to arrange for gelling the cow and their
property in general even before they went out next morning.
" I'll write to the ship's office," said Roland, " and to auld sailor Jack —
he were always good to me, and he'll see to all's being set as it should be."
" I mun go and buy a sheet o' paper then, and borrow some ink at
the public for yer," said Cassie. Literary pursuits were not common in
the cottage ; and she hung over him to watch the wonderful performance
of making a letter, and gloried in the marvels of his scholarship.
A letter has a body common to all such compositions, to which any
information it is desirable to communicate is afterwards added tfs a sort of
extra : — i.e. " This comes hoping," &c. and " leaves me at these presents,"
is a necessary part ; your announcement that you are married, or ruined, or
buried is but accidental ; and Roland's epistle was no exception to the rule.
The women, however, were not fated to have their time alone, for
old Nathan appeared not long after.
" I've been thinkin' a very deal up and down sin' I were here," said he,
standing upright in the middle of the house leaning on his staff. " It's
ill living wi' a scolding woman : a man mid as lief be in a windmi]! ;
it's better to live on a house-top nor with a brawling woman in a wide place.
I want my own fireside again. My missus were that good-tempered, 'twere
like the sun upon one's vittles, so now I'm wantin' ye all for to come and
bide wi' rne — Lyddy for to many me, and Cassie and German to be my
childer. Now will ye ? "
" Uncle," said the girl, half laughing, " did ye meet Roland a comin'
here?"
" Roland Stracey ? No, child. Is he come back i' th' country ? "
" Yes ; and I be a goin' to marry him, so ye see I canna come."
" Whew ! " said the old man, with a kind of whistle. " His father's
son ! " The world's talk was beginning to be heard, and " across the
sea " grew fair in Cassie's eyes.
" We're thinking of going to Canada," said she.
" Well, it sounds quare, too," said Nathan. " To be sure. But there's
Lyddy. Won't ye hae me, Lyddy ? I'm a year younger nor Ashford
and I'd make ye a kind husband."
"And I'm certain sure ye would," answered she, warmly, " and thank
ye kindly, Master Nathan ; " but I've a cast in my lot wi' thas three, my
dear ones, for good and ill, till death do us part."
" Let be, let be," said the old man. " Think on't, turn it over a bit."
"Nay, we canna spare her, uncle," answered Cassie, with a smile and
a sort of pride. " There's a many wants her, ye see," added the girl,
putting her arm over Lydia's shoulder as she sat at work. And Nathan
saw that his long - considered scheme had melted away. Presently the
young men carne in together, eagerly discussing their plans.
" I've a been up to Parson Taylor for to see after the « Gpurrings,".' *
* « Speer," tj iuk.
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;said Roland as lie entered. " Th' auld man were a sitting i'th' kitchen
wi' his porringer upo' his knees, and he says, ' I hope as you've enough
for to pay me my rights. It's a hard matter for mo to get through, I can tell
ye, Roland Stracey, and that's the truth. 'Tweren't but last Easter as I niver
got my dues upo' th' pattens and cocks' eggs.' " (The hens pay for
themselves of their produce — the cocks are probably punished for their
remissness in not laying.) " ' It's queer times, these,' says he. 'I dunno
whiles whether I stanns on my head or my heels. And so you and Cassie
Ashford's a goin' to put yer horses togither ?' he says. * The world's fine
and changed sin' I were young.' "
The class to which "the parson" belonged has completely died out,
their existence being almost forgotten. Miserably paid, the difficulties of
communication rendering any intercourse with the outer world impossible,
" Parson Taylor," in appearance and manner, was hardly above a common
labourer ; and although he was not an illiterate man, his dialect was as
broad as that of his parishioners, with whom indeed he was completely
on a level.
" Ho didna think much o' them parts across the water, when we axed
him ; but eh, he didna seem to know nowt about it, so to speak ; and one
mid as well be set i' th' ground like a turmit as canna wag its own head, as
not flit when one has a mind so to do. Dunna you say so, uncle ?" said
German, turning eagerly towards him.
The old man had stood by in silence and some mortification for a few
minutes ; but as he now began to criticise their plans, the rejected suitor
became the wise Nathan once more.
" Well, it a'most dazes a 'man for to hearken ye youngsters talk, as
blithe as bees ; and there's the big watern, wi' only a board atwixt ye
and death, and the wild beasts and the serpents, and the savages nak'd
as when they was born. There's a man I heard no longer nor Toosday,
and he'd a song as said, —
Peter Gray went out to trade
In furs and other skins, •
But he got scalped and tommie-hocked
By those nasty Indahins.
Tommie-hocking — I canna rightly tell what that mid be, but it stan's to
reason 'tain't anything pleasant."
The women looked a little aghast : the unknown is always terrible, and
this new peril bade fair to stand more in the way of their imaginations than
all the real obstacles.
"Me and German's pretty good agin thoe black people, I take it,"
said Roland, who was not very strong ethnographically, and somewhat
doubtful as to the colour of his future enemies. But though he spoke
contemptuously he was a little anxious as to the effect of this new view of
the case on his womankind. " German mun take his big sword," he
added, laughing uneasily.
Nathan, however, was reassured by the effect of his eloquence after
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his late discomfiture, and lie began graciously to relent. " I wunna say,
though, as you're wrong, a' things considered. But law, ye'll be a sight o'
time getting the brass together ! Come, I'll just lend ye twelve pund, or
gi'e it for that matter, an ye canna pay it back. Ye're a' that's left to me
o' Bessie," said he with a sigh, as he prepared to depart with rather a
downcast face.
" I wish you'd go with us, uncle," said German.
" I'm too old, my lad, too old by twenty year. But ye mun think o'
me whiles, where ye're a goin'."
"You've took good heed we shanna forget ye," said Cassie, with a
smile on her lip and a tear in her eye. " You'll come back to the wedding,
uncle," she went on, following him as he left the house. " They say it ain't
lucky to hae any one at a marrying as is older nor bride and groom, but
Roland and me'll risk that."
CHAPTER XXII.
HOPE IN THE FAR WEST.
"I WANT to see th' auld place again afore we flit for good," said Cassie a
few days later to Roland, and up the long rutted track they went, every
step a memory to her. But the house at Stone Edge was dirty and ill-kept,
full of screaming children, and little pleasure to see, and they passed on
to the Druid's Stones on the Edge (now, alas, destroyed like many of
their fellows). The grand old hills spread wide under their feet, beautiful,
though the day was grey and colourless, while they looked their last over
their old country.
' There's the ' self stone ' above father's close on Win Hill," said
Roland, " and Lose Hill, where yer uncle's biding now with Martha."
Probably the names recorded some pre-historic battle of the aborigines
with the Danes, who are generally fathered with all fights in that county.
The two hills faced each other over a dale lovely to look upon. There is
little positive feeling for beauty of scenery in the peasant class : it is a taste
of cultivation ; but there is a clinging love to the old landmarks, a sehn-
sucht, difficult to describe, but very real and deep.
" When I were at the worst about thee, I used to come up here," said
Cassie. " Winter were beginning and it were cold and windy : there were a
little blue harebell as growed in among the dark stones, looking so nesh
and bright through it all, and I thought it were my hope ; and when the
weather grew snowy I was 'fraid it would kill my hope, and I just picked
it and kep' it in my Bible. Good-by," she went on, going up and stroking
the solemn old stones. "You'll niver see us again no more, and you'll
not break yer hearts nor yer corners for that," she added, reproachfully.
There is something chilling and disappointing in the contrast between
the everlasting hills and our brief day. They will smile as fairly when
we are gone, they care nothing for our love or our sorrow. The want of
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sympathy falls occasionally like an ache upon one's heart, Something like
this passed through her, though she could not have put it into words, and
she turned away with a sigh of relief from the insensible nature to the
warm human heart beside her, and ciung to his arm.
" I'm a poor portion for thce, Cassie," said he, with a sigh. " I've
nowt to give thee, and I tak' thee away from a' thou lovest."
"I wunna wed thee an thou sayest such things. Dostna know I care
more for thee than for a' the stones as iver was born ? " answered she,
with a pout and a smile.
When they re-entered the cottage they found Lydia as much " put
about " as was possible to her gentle nature.
" Councillor Gilbert have a been here nigh upon an hour," said she,
" speering no end o' questions up and down. Why we hadn't made more
rout about ," and she paused; "and what for we let thee wed wi'
Roland," she added in a low voice, turning to Cassie. " I could ha' cried,
he deaved me so wi' it all ; but I niver let on as I cared a bit, and the
upshot o' it all was, where were thy feyther ? I made as if I'd niver
heerd tell o' thissen, and I couldna understan' thatten, and at last he got
into a rage like, and went off, saying as he b'lieved I were just right down
stupid silly, but he'd get what he wanted for a' that."
In fact Lydia's demeanour had been a masterpiece of defensive war-
fare ; she had let down over her whole face and manner that impenetrable
veil of apparent stolidity which is so often used by her class as armour
against impertinent questions, and which is as difficult to get through
as the feather-beds used in an old siege hung over the castle walls.
" The man's a bad un, and he's a grudge at father," said Roland,
gloomily. " I wish we were off."
"Ye dunno think as he could forbid the banns?" put in Cassie,
anxiously.
" Them lawyers is like ferrets ; they're so sharp that they'd worrit
and worrit through a stone wall afore they'd be denied anythink," replied
he.
And they hurried on their preparations. They had sold almost every-
thing belonging to them to pay their passage, save warrior Ashford's big
sword, which was found not to be allowed for in the square inches of
" emigrant's luggage " permitted in the hold, or the still smaller space of
" cabin necessaries," and German hung it up in the little chapel up the
glen.
" Mebbe I may claim it still," he said, rather sadly.
The earliest possible day after the banns was appointed for the mar-
riage. It was a still cloudy morning in July as they passed along the silent
meadows, where the hay had just been carried, and the bright green of the
" eddish " was fair to look on ; up the " clattered way " they went — the
paved path necessary in these mountain regions to make the road passable
at all in muddy weather — and through the copsewood, to the little chapel
standing at the head of the deep wild glen on its lonely hillside, surrounded
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by great old feathery ash. Nothing could be more solitary ; and the still-
ness seemed almost increased by the sound of the single bell which rang
forth from the small ornamented turret perched at one corner — a quiet note,
used for strangely different purposes — a wedding, a funeral, or a birth.
It belonged to the days when bells were properly baptized, and had its
name engraved round its neck — "Melodia nomen Magdalenae campana
rcsonat " — and now gave forth its quiet welcome, that peculiarly restful,
peaceful sound which a village bell seems to " gather in its still life among
the trees."
" The parson ain't come," said the old clerk, looking out from a
window of the tower. " I'll go down and open for ye. Things ain't
hardly fettled yet within."
As they stood silently before the closed door, Cassie's face was full of
thought. It is a solemn moment for a woman, and must always be so to
her, if she thinks at all : the death of the old life, the birth of the new, as
she stands on the threshold, as it were, of an unknown future, giving up
her separate and individual existence for ever, and becoming part of
another, can be no light matter to her, however deep her affection.
Cassie, fortunately for her, had been made to think and feel too much
by the sufferings and anxieties of her past life, to take marriage as
the peasant class (and indeed a much higher one, for that matter) so
often does.
" Thee'rt not afeard, Cassie, o' trustin' thysen to me ? " said Koland,
in a low husky voice, with a pressure of her hand that was almost
painful.
The girl's expression in reply, as she looked up to him, though she
did not speak, told more forcibly than by any words how entire was the
confidence of her love. Lydia sat silently a little way off, on the low
stone wall, and waited. No one was ever less inclined to revert to herself
and her own sensations, but it was impossible not to contrast her own
loveless marriage, so few years before, in that very church, with theirs ; to
feel that, in spite of trials, in spite of griefs before and behind them, they
had in their affection a blessing which could not be taken away, and which
had been denied to her. Nathan stood by, with rather a rueful counte-
nance, leaning on his staff.
" I likes a bell," observed he, for conversation. " They says as how the
Deevil can't abide it nohow, and as it keps off ill things when a soul's pass-
ing. And mebbe that's wanted for a wedding as well sometimes," he
ended, as the old parson came up hurriedly.
" Well, young uns," said he, " you was nigh having no weddin' at all
this morning. I'd one wi' me this ever so long as would ha' forbid it an
he could. ' I'd ha' Roland Stracey took up,' he says, ' as partieeps to the
murder, and then the old un would turn up in no time,' but I pacified him
that it weren't his business, and would mak' a big scandal. I'd a hard
matter to stop him, he worrited me so. You'd best mak' haste, I can
tell ye."
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" So there was very ill things i' th' wind for the bell to tackle," said
Nathan, in a low voice, smiling as he followed them into the chapel.
The marriage ceremony was quickly through. "And I wish ye God
speed, and well through yer troubles, for you'll have plenty of them," said
the old minister as he dismissed them.
" But nothing can't part us now," said Cassie, with a sigh of relief, as
they came out again into the open air, " naythir ill report nor good report,
and we two is one to bear them." '
"Yes," observed Nathan, overhearing her, "two is better than one,
because they has a good reward for their labour, for if one fall the one
will lift up his fellow, but woe to him that is alone. Ah," added he, with
half a smile, as she took her husband's arm, " I duunot believe as my
Bessie ever ' linked ' wi' any man but me a' her days as we was
togither."
As they came back once more to the cottage they met Nanny, who had
arrived to see the last of her friends.
" Well-a-day, I'm fine and pleased for to see you so content, and I'm
hoping as it's all right, but marriage is a vera tickle thing — whiles better,
whiles worser. I buried my first husband when Johnny were but two
year old, and then I chanced upo' another, and I mid a'most a been as
well without one. He were a sore un to drink, and so I had to fettle for
mysen and him and the boy too."
" Nay," replied Nathan, " most things is kittle, — it's according as ye
looks upon 'urn. It's a sore thing to be alone, and it's what God A'mighty
didn't see as it were good, — and it's ill- convanient to ha' company as is not
to yer mind. And I've a got both on 'um, it sims to me," he added in a
low voice.
" I've a brought ye some pins and tapes, and a little o' all things as is
agreeable," said Nanny, helping to give a final touch to the packings.
" Ye'll feel mighty comikle, I tak' it, wi'out a earner nor a 'sponsible
body peddling about wi' a' ye need in those wild woods as German were a
talking on. Ye'll want sore to be back again. I wish ye a' well through.
Ye'll be a sore loss to me anyhow, I know that."
" Ha' ye got plenty o' thraps ? The wind's high west to-day" (i.e.
close upon north), " 'tis main cold. The sayin' is
Ne'er cast a clout
Till May be out," *
moralised Nathan ; " but I think as it shouldna be till July. I wish I
were ten year younger, and I think I'd a gone wi' ye. Home's home, be
it never so homely, but it'll seem cold and lonesome very for me , when
ye be a' flitted. Tak' heed," added he, to a boy who was wheeling off
some of the goods in a wheelbarrow and dropped a fresh thing at every
step. " Yer but a moithering chap."
" 'Tain't my fault," said he. " I canna help it."
* " Lord Monmouth using oft that saying." 1649.
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" Eh, excuses ain't nowt — what were it Aaron said ? ' I put in the
gold and there came out a god,' " said Nathan, striving to be his old self
and "keep up their spirits."
He seemed altogether to have forgotten his intentions of marriage, and
treated Lydia exactly as he did his niece.
A number of neighbours had come in to see the last of the emigrants,
but they gradually dropped off, and only he and Nanny went on with them
to the turning which led from their own valley to the high-road. The
wrench to Lydia was great, and she suffered very much, though there was
no outward sign of it in her quiet face. The tearing up by the roots as it
were of all her old associations seemed to give her a separate pang with
every stick and stone which they passed on their way. Cassie walked
along by her husband's side in a kind of maze. The outer world was
nothing to her then. She was living in her own sensations, which seemed
to her the only reality, and all other things, whether to go or stay, at home
or abroad, indifferent for the time at least. " For better for worse, for
richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and obey,"
seemed ringing in her ears. They all sat down on a bank with their
bundles and awaited the waggon. They sat in silence ; even Nanny did
not utter a word. The soft carpet of thyme and cistus and eyebright
under their feet gave forth a pleasant smell, — and smells have a singular
power of association, and, at times, bring after them a whole history of
recollections in places and years far removed. Ever after in Lydia' s
mind the scent of thyme brought back the whole scene, the bitter sweet of
the parting, the rocky hills, the valley, the feathery wych elms, and the old
man murmuring to himself.
" It won't be long now," said German, pointing to the waggon as it
came slowly down the road, which wound like a white riband along the
green hillside.
" Tain't for very long. Nothink ain't for very long, thank God," said
the old man, half aloud.
" God bless yer, childer," he continued, rising solemnly as the sound
of the jangling bells of the horses came near. " I shall see yer faces no
more, but we shall meet o' the other side the river i' th' morning, please
God, some time. God A'mighty lap yer in a' yer ways, and prosper ye in
a' yer dealin's, and have mercy upon yer and upo' me, too," he ended,
as he passed his hard hand over his eyes and turned sadly towards
Youlcliffe.
Nanny was too busy stowing away bundles, helping to arrange cloaks
and seats, to be quite aware that the last moment was come, till the heavy
waggon was once again under way, when she burst into a wild kind of
sob. " And I haven't so much as an old shoe to throw arter ye for luck! "
ehe cried, holding out her arms towards them. It was the last they saw
of their old home as they turned the shoulder of the hill.
They were obliged to sleep a night or two in Liverpool before the ship
sailed, where the old sailor took them in hand ; but though Koland looked
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out anxiously for his father lie could not find him. As the boat left the
shore for the ship, however, with a host of sympathizers and friends
standing ahout and a ringing final cheer, the crowd parted for an instant,
and he saw the face he knew so well, looking earnestly after them, sad,
dark, and lowering. As he caught his son's eye, however, he smiled, and
raised his cap above his head with a shout and a cheer that went to
Roland's heart.
"Is it him?" said Cassie, pressing close to his side as she saw him
turn pale.
" Yes, dearie, and he's a shouten to make as if he were main glad —
poor feyther ! "
It was almost the solitary piece of self-denial of Joshua's life ; let us
hope it was counted to him — it was his last gleam of good.
His children prospered in their new land. They had a hard fight to
begin with, but they won their way to a farm in the backwoods in time.
" Penetanguisheen " — the lake of the silver strand — became a very pleasant
homestead, which they called Stone E.dge, in spite of geography. They kept
together. German never married ; women such as he had been used to
were scarce out there, and he had all that he wanted in his mother and
in Cassie's home and children.
Koland always held that his father had struck no blow against Ashford,
and that this made a great difference ; Cassie, as a good wife, agreed with
him, and Lydia held her tongue. She worked with head and heart and
hands for them all, and was a happy woman in her loving toil and the love
of them all in return. Sometimes as she nursed Cassie's numerous babes
a dreamy look came over her face, and they knew she was thinking
of her dead boy, and Cassie would come behind her with one of her old
loving caresses — or, better still, send a small tyrant, her first-born, a little
German, whom Lydia had tended in all their early struggles, and to whom
she clung greatly and was supposed to spoil.
It was not much more than a month after they sailed when the horse-
dealer was taken up for some far inferior crime, and " Lawyer Gilbert "
getting scent of it, had the man put on his trial for the murder. He, of
course, laid the chief blame upon Joshua, declared that he had suggested
the robbery as a means of freeing himself from debts which he could not
otherwise pay, that he had ridden behind him to the spot where Ashford
was set upon, had held the horse and shared the spoil, with a great deal
more which seemed to be apocryphal ; but it was impossible to unravel the
truth from the lies in his statement.
Joshua was still wandering under a feigned name about Liverpool,
when one day, while he was boozing grimly and sadly in a low public-
house near the docks, a friendly voice said in his ear, " Tak' heed, they're
arter ye."
He rose and went out, he hardly knew where. The sun was setting
behind a muss of dark red angry-looking clouds, and the tall masts and
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rigging stood out black and distinct against the sky as he canie out on the
shore. Far in the offing was a ship in full sail : he stood for a moment
watching her, as she seemed to follow on the track of the only thing he had
ever loved, his son; then his thoughts went back to his "troubles," as
he called them. He had made a bad bargain with the Devil : the county
notes had been of scarcely any value ; the seeming treasure had turned into
dead leaves, as in an old fairy tale.
" It were hardly worth while," he muttered to himself, as he came to
a crowd of men unloading a timber vessel. It was not a lofty sentiment
for such a crime, but some petty detail seems to fill a mind stupefied by
guilt and drink to the utter exclusion of the great horror itself. In the
bustle and confusion he was struck by a plank, and at the same moment a
tipsy man hustled against him. "What for is thattens?" said Joshua,
suspiciously, returning what he thought a blow. In the drunken squabble
which ensued he lost his footing, and fell over the river wall among the
stones on the shore, and was only rescued much injured and half-drowned.
They took him to the workhouse, and when the slow constables of that
day came upon his trail they found him dying. " Joshua Stracey ?" said
one of them, laying a hand on his arm gently. " Joshua Stracey it is,"
said he, mechanically, without opening his eyes. " It werena worth while,"
he repeated again, and passed away.
The horsedealer was found guilty and executed.
An old guide-book of some fifty years ago, describing this part of the
country, tells how a murder was committed in this valley, and after a
solemn little sermon against highway robbery and murder, proceeds to
say " that the murderer was hanged on the scene of his wickedness," and
adds, without the, smallest surprise or disgust, evidently as an ordinary
event, that his body was hanging there in chains, on a gallows erected
for it, when he (the guide-book) passed that way some time after.
There has been more change in the habits of thought and feeling
among us during the last fifty years than had taken place during the
previous eight hundred.
It was a bright autumn day in Canada some seven or eight years after.
A building " bee " (work to be repaid in kind), in which all the few
neighbours far and wide had joined, had just raised a new and larger log-
house for the family, which had pretty well outgrown the old shed.
Roland and German, two tall, strong, bearded fellows, with axes in their
hands, were just finishing a " snake " fence, while Cassie, now a handsome
matronly woman, stood at the door, with a child on each side, calling
them into supper.
"Where's mother?" said German. "Is she after the weaning
calf?"
At that moment, however, she came in sight, with her little squire
proudly carrying the calf s jug. Their course might be traced all over the
iarm by the incessant prattle of one of the loving pair, while the almost
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entire silence of the other did not seem to prevent the most perfect
sympathy between the friends.
She seemed now younger than Cassia, with that peculiarly placid
other-world look which keeps the heart and the expression young till
death.
" You spoil un, mother," said Cassie, with a smile.
" Nay, I dunna humour un, and 'tain't love that spoils : the sun
ma's the fruit rippen. I mind when I were a little un and hadn't got
it," said she, with an answering smile.
" But we dunna see that the fruit didna rippen wi'out," said
German affectionately.
They stood for a moment at the door of their new dwelling. It was on
a promontory overlooking the beautiful lake : the forest spread wide all
round the shore ; their own clearing was the only bit of civilization in
sight. The woods were touched with the magnificent colour of an
American autumn, and there was a gorgeous sunset, besides, over
all.
" Yer wouldn't hae seen such a sight as that in England," said Roland,
looking west.
The women turned towards the old country in the east, where a little
moon was rising in a pale delicate blue sky. A woman is generally more
apt to look towards the past than forward : a man's mind inclines more
towards the future than to recollect.
" Eh, there was fair things too in the dear old land," said they,
" though things mebbe werena all so gaudy for the look."J
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WE have no intention of trying to do in this article what very few, either
lawyers or game-preservers, could do for us, that is, '-lay down the law
upon the subject." There are, probably, few Acts of Parliament so
uncertain, notwithstanding their proverbial uncertainty, as those which
relate to game ; and all that we aspire to do is to place a few general con-
siderations-before our readers, which may have the effect of opening their
eyes to the true difficulties of the question.
At the very outset, however, we would beg them to take note that the
unpopularity of the game-laws and the mischiefs which arise from poach-
ing are two perfectly distinct things. That the latter is assisted by the
former all men know who know anything about game. But the one does
not depend upon the other. It is not poaching which makes the game-
laws unpopular, nor is it the unpopularity of the game-laws which begets
poaching. Doubtless there is some connection between the two. A
poacher counts upon a certain amount of public sympathy when he is
placed in the dock ; a tenant-farmer does not break his heart at the escape
of a poacher ; but the sources of the two feelings, dissatisfaction, namely,
with the game-laws, and a resolution to live by the breach of them, are
quite separate from each other.
The only people who have any practical right (theory is another thing)
to complain of the game-laws are the tenant-farmers ; and even their
complaint, when we come to look into it, is reducible within a veiy small
compass. First of all, there is the substantial injury done by game ; but
this, after all, is a matter of political economy. Either a man does not
pay as much for land subject to the depredations of game as for land not
BO subject, or he does. If he does not, he is no loser. If he does, why
does he ? He takes a farm with his eyes open, and if he consents to let
the game go for nothing, it must be because the farm is so advantageous
to him in other ways that it is not worth his while to raise the point.
This is the broad view of the case. Of course in matters of detail hard-
ships will occur ; but there is no hardship in the principle. An estate
with so much game upon it is simply a commodity in the market.
Farmers are supposed to know their own interests quite as well as other
people. They may take it or leave it. But there is besides this the
sentimental grievance, which we hold to be the stronger of the two ; and
this we fear is one which country gentlemen are not sufficiently anxious
to mitigate. There is one practice in particular, which causes more
heartburnings than all the other game-law grievances put together: we
mean the practice of letting the shooting over the heads of the tenant-
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farmers. This they cannot endure. Nor, perhaps, is their resentment to
be wondered at. A farm certainly is not a freehold ; but, nevertheless,
the sense of possession is easily engendered by occupation, and it is a very
potent sentiment in the English mind. It is aggravating to see a parcel
of strangers running-over your land as if it was their own, breaking down
your fences and laughing at your protests, and doubly aggravating when
you know that my lord or the squire makes a profit out of the transaction.
Farmers think, moreover, in many places, that where the landlord doesn't
shoot himself, the right ought to devolve upon the tenant : while, over and
above all this, there is a general soreness at what seems to be an aristocratic
privilege — though nothing can be more ridiculous than to regard it in that
light — only to be overcome by dint of great tact, courtesy, and liberality
on the landlord's part, which he is not always, perhaps, sufficiently
studious to exhibit.
The above are the only sources of any general dissatisfaction with the
game-laws which impartial critics need recognize. The starving peasant
who snare-s a rabbit to get a meal for his sick wife, and is imprisoned
among felons in consequence, is a pure myth, as all men well acquainted
with country life know ; the misfortune being that a good many of the
directors of public opinion in London are not, we fear, well acquainted
with country life. And as for the regular poaching gangs, we do not know
why they should constitute an argument against the game-laws, any more
than the existence of burglars is an argument against silver- spoons. These
remarks bring us down to the special subject of the present article —
poachers, who and what are they ? what are the laws on which we rely
for punishing them ? and how far are these laws effective ?
The reader will be prepared to hear that with the changes which have
corne over game-preserving, corresponding changes have ensued in the
condition of the poacher. As game has approximated to the character of
ordinary property, poaching has approximated to the character of ordinary
theft. In former days, when natural woods, commons, and wastes were
more abundant than they are now, when population was much more scanty,
transport much more tedious, and our habits of life altogether different, it
is possible that the poacher was one who killed game for his own consump-
tion ; and that interference with him was rather the vindication of a feudal
right than necessary to the preservation of property. We may picture
him to ourselves, if we like, lurking in some sequestered den — half cave,
half cottage — built into the hill-side, and protected by a spreading oak,
and there will be no one to disturb our vision. We may imagine him a
good sportsman, a self-taught naturalist, sober, and, in his own eyes at
least, honest and industrious. Last, but not least, let him stand six feet
high, be a model of strength and activity, with a frank bold countenance,
a merry blue eye, extremely white teeth, and a smile that would subdue
a duchess. Our fancy may paint him as we like, and nobody, we repeat,
can contradict us. That is the poacher of the golden age ; before
modern preserves, modern battues, or percussion-caps were invented.
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But as we do not believe in the " starving-peasant " theory of poaching,
still less do we believe in that romantic and picturesque ideal which
modern novelists do still occasionally present to us. The poacher of the
old school, if he ever existed, with his Allan-a-Dale swagger and Robin
Hood-like generosity, is as extinct as Dick Turpin. To him has succeeded
the poacher of the iron age : the 'member of a ruffianly gang, whose busi-
ness is to fill the dealers' shops in town and country, and to get drunk
upon the proceeds. These gangs vary in number and in daring, from the
topsawyers of London down to the provincial artists who are shoemakers
or ratcatchers by day and poachers only by night. The cream of the pro-
fession, we fancy, sully not their hands by any meaner occupation, not at
least during the days of their glory — "in the season of the year." These
men, making some large town or village in a good game country, or perhaps
London itself, their head- quarters, carry on operations in a systematic and
wholesale fashion. They have their spies and underlings in the neighbour-
hood of all the large preserves, from whom they receive accurate informa-
tion as to the quantity of game, the likeliest covers, the movements of
the keepers, and the character of the local. police. In fact their precautions
and their organization are exactly the same as those of any regular gang
of housebreakers. When it is once determined to make a descent on some
particular preserve, the first thing to be done is to create a false alarm in
an opposite direction. The keepers and watchers on the property about to
be attacked are pretty sure to hear of this, and to be thrown into a state of
false security ; while another and more important point will have been gained
if the police have been induced to look out along a different line of high-
road. The proper steps having been taken to secure these desirable objects,
the party sets out so as to arrive at the scene of action between eleven and
twelve at night. If they are sufficiently numerous to defy any force which
the keepers can bring against them, they are, of course, less attentive
to those precautions which otherwise they are bound to take. But this is
not often the case, though sometimes gangs of as many as forty or fifty men
will invade a well-stocked preserve, and plunder it before the keeper's eyes.
However, the ordinary way of proceeding makes secrecy desirable, and your
regular poacher never courts a collision. He would rather do anything
than fight, not from want of courage, but because resistance, if ineffectual,
only aggravates the penalty, while severe hurts given or received on either
side, create a scandal and publicity which is sure to be injurious to the
trade. Accordingly he takes as many precautions as a Red Indian to ensure
perfect silence. The merest whimper from a dog ; the crackle of a dry
stick ; a cough, or a sneeze, may at any moment betray his whereabouts
to some watcher more vigilant than his fellows, or worse than all, to that
savage and sleepless Cerberus, the keeper's dog. The wheels of the
cart, and sometimes even the feet of the horse, are muffled ; while
long practice has made the poacher perfect in breaking the necks
of hares and rabbits without allowing them to squeal. Herein, how-
ever, lies one of his greatest dangers. The scream of a hare can be
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heard at a very long distance ; and if that sound is once caught, the
poacher knows that the keeper and his 'men will soon muster. Still, this
will take some little time ; and then will come the discussion as to what
quarter the sound came from ; and even if right on that point, the
guardians of the furry tribe will perhaps only reach the spot to find that
the poachers have by that time moved off to another cover. One of their
ordinary dodges is to sprinkle a few men about at different points, in
order to distract the attention of the keepers and induce them to divide
their forces. Upon the whole, in netting hares and rabbits outside the
covers, the chances are very much in the poacher's favour. But where
pheasants are his object the difficulties are greatly augmented. For
pheasants must be shot. To shoot them the covers must be entered, and
walking through brushwood is in itself no silent operation, to say nothing of
the disturbance raised by that most useful of natural alarums, the boisterous
wood-pigeon. Of course we are here assuming that the marauders use
only air-guns ; if they use powder they must be very favourably circum-
stanced, indeed, to avoid discovery. Still, when the wind is in the right
quarter and the cover is divided by a hill from the nearest lodge, a good
many pheasants may be killed even in this way before the authorities are
alarmed. Netting partridges is not quite so hazardous an operation ; but
then it is less certain in its results, and less profitable when successful.
However, it is of course part of the poacher's business, and no doubt it is
from partridges that a great part of his livelihood irf drawn.
The night's work finished, the cart laden, and the public road once
gained, the poacher used to be able to congratulate himself that all danger
was over. Not so now, however. He still has the police to get round,
who may be looking out for him within a mile or two of the town to
which he is conveying his booty. Of course he puts in practice all sorts
of dodges to evade these hateful sentinels. Long circuits by cross-roads
from one turnpike-road to another are frequently adopted for this purpose ;
and sometimes a cart-load of game has been known to be kept out in the
country for several nights before it could run the blockade. But when
all goes right, the game is usually smuggled into the back premises of the
purchaser by about six o'clock in the morning, and between seven and
eight the poachers regain their hotel, and tumble into bed at once. About
twelve or one they enjoy a copious breakfast of beefsteaks, bacon, and
ale ; and the afternoon is comfortably passed in smoking, dog-fighting,
playing skittles, mending nets, and concocting fresh plans for the morrow.
Those sallow-faced, round-shouldered men, in dirty stockings, unlaced
ankle-boots, knee-breeches, and velveteen jackets, who are to be seen
lounging about the door of the most disreputable -looking public in any
large straggling village or country town, are ten -to one members of the
fraternity aforesaid.
We have seen that poaching to be successfully pursued demands a
combination of qualities decidedly above the average : courage, nerve,
patience, great quickness of eye and ear, fertility of resource, and knowledge
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of the habits of game . Such qualities demand and fetch a good price. It
is impossible to calculate exactly the average earnings of a poacher during
his season of five months, but they are considerable. Prices vary : but
assuming that from first to last he gets 2s. Qd. a brace for partridges, 4s.
a brace for pheasants, 2s. Qd. a piece for hares, and Qd. a piece for
rabbits, we can make a rough guess at the result.* We should say that a
gang of ten men might take a hundred pheasants, a hundred hares, a
hundred rabbits, and a hundred partridges per week. Some weeks of
course they may take treble the quantity, but we should think that from
the first of September to the first of February the above is a pretty fair
calculation. At the price we have put upon each description of game the
sum total will be thirty pounds per week, or three pounds a week to each
man of the gang. Their expenses come to very little. There is always an
association of publicans to pay fines, employ counsel, and replace imple-
ments. The men have their three pounds a week clear profit ; and as it is
truer to say that the poacher's season lasts from the middle of August
to the middle of February, it may be said that his earnings all the year
round average thirty shillings a week, that is to say, that for six months'
work he gets the yearly income of many a skilled artisan.
What the poacher does with himself out of the season is not very
clear. There are, of course, a good many who are always ostensibly
engaged in some kind of handicraft. Others probably hang about pigeon-
matches, or keep their hands in by stealing live game or eggs for breeding.
Some few, perhaps, live upon their savings, and take their wives to
Gravesend ; but behind the screen which veils the poacher's domestic
life we care not to penetrate. His public life is one of constant excite-
ment, large profits, and commensurate sensuality : he is the envy of the
village youth, and the prop of the village alehouse.
Such are poachers and poaching in this year of grace 1867 ; and we
hope we shall not be suspected of any illiberal proclivities, when we say
that we scarcely understand the hostility provoked by those laws which
are intended to restrain them. The question is a very simple one. Does
the country on the whole wish game to exist or to be exterminated ? To
call this a landowner's question is rather a misuse of words. Game requires
land to live on, and accordingly the landowner is supposed to be specially
interested in the game-laws. A little reflection will show us that this
conclusion is more than doubtful. It is possible that if the gamp-laws
were abolished to-morrow, the owner of any moderate estate could always
keep game enough upon it for his own amusement, and to supply his own
table. But what would become of all that numerous class who, possessing
no land of their own, are nevertheless enabled, under the present system,
to partake in a healthy and invigorating amusement at the expense of
other people ? If it were not for the game-laws, gentlemen could only
afford to invite such friends to shoot as were in a position to invite them
* We believe that this calculation is rather under the mark than over it.
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back again. In the second place, the first consequence of the abolition of
the game-laws would be an immense rise in the price of game. And
would that affect no one but the landowners ? Why, the landowners are
almost the only class in the country whom it would not affect. Thus,
in both the shooting and the eating of game, a vast number of persons are
interested, besides those who preserve it. Accordingly, whether the game-
laws be abolished or maintained, it is quite unreasonable to cast all the
odium of them on the shoulders of the landed aristocracy. The question
is simply this, whether there is not a sufficiently large and miscellaneous
minority desirous of keeping game in the country to make their wishes
worthy of consideration. Of course, it is useless to invite our readers to
any consideration of the present state of the law, or to any proposed im-
provements in it, unless they first of all agree to the propriety of some law.
There is an objection to the game-laws cutting much more deeply into
the roots of things, of which we are bound to take some notice, if only to
show that we are aware of its existence. The game-laws are injurious to
the morals of the people, therefore they ought to be abolished. This bare
statement, however, implies the existence of a syllogism of which the major
premiss is this, that all things which are injurious to the morals of the
people ought to be abolished. It is plain either that this cannot be the
case, or that the principle of property is a vicious one. For all property is
a temptation, and all temptations are injurious to the morals of the people.
By the common consent of mankind, therefore, we may assume that our major
premiss is to be negatived. We then descend to a particular affirmative, —
some things which are injurious to the morals of the people ought to be
abolished. Very good : but what things ? And here we are plunged into
a sea of casuistry in which we may toss ourselves about for ever. Gene-
rally we may say, that all things which, being immoral in themselves, exist
only for the sake of immorality, ought to be abolished. In this list would
come gambling-houses and brothels. Then we come to things which are
immoral in themselves, but of which the object or final cause is not
immoral, such as bribery at elections ; for there is no immorality in being
a Member of Parliament. And, thirdly, we may come to things which,
though moral in themselves, do nevertheless conduce to immorality, such
as public-houses. Now it is clear that game-laws come under neither of
the two first heads. They are not immoral in the abstract. We have to
consider them, then, as they come under the third, — things which, in
themselves innocent, conduce in their effects to vice. But we now find
ourselves face to face with a very simple formula which it is common to
apply to such cases, we mean the use and the abuse of things. And we
set the one against the other. As De Quincey points out, the much-
maligned science of casuistry is nevertheless in universal operation in the
affairs of the world. We are always obliged to make cases. Now, in this
instance, we can lay down no principle. We can only say that, wherever
the abuse exceeds the use, palpably, grossly, and to such an extent as
almost to override and extinguish it, then such things should be abolished.
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Common sense is the only tribunal by which this point can be determined.
We consider that in this respect the public-house question is closely
analogous to the game-law question. Both are temptations to vice. But,
on the other hand, it is contended that both serve other purposes, which
are not only innocent, but in the one case necessary, and in the other
salutary ; of which the evil they do by the temptations they hold out is
not great enough to justify the stoppage. j
On broad grounds it may be added that as all classes of mankind are
exposed to their particular temptations in the path of life, the poor must
expect to have theirs ; and that this system of removing all temptations
lecause they are temptations, is inconsistent with the theory of moral
discipline, and the formation of virtuous habits. The truth is that life in
all its varieties is a daily illustration of the well-known dilemma of the
old philosopher : Uxorem si habeas informem, Troivrj est, si bellam, Koivq :
ergo nullam duxcris. But the world nevertheless rejects this conclusion.
So we may t argue that life without certain pleasures and elegancies is
a dreaiJ^ waste : with them it is full of temptations, ergo — cut your
throat. But the world is illogical, and rejects the proffered razor.
Having already shown that game-laws do not exist for the benefit of
landowners in particular, we may now inquire whether there is really any
way open to us of making them at once more effective and less odious ;
that is to say, whether any better machinery than has yet been devised
can be adopted for the repression of poaching.
The legislature at an early date seems to have perceived where the
knot of the difficulty lay. In the fifth year of Queen Anne's reign an Act
was passed making it illegal for any "higgler or chapman" to be in
possession of game. By the 28th of George II. it was declared illegal
for such persons to be in possession of game unless obtained from those
who were " qualified to kill game." In this state the law remained for
nearly eight years. And as in former days very few persons who were
qualified to kill game ever sold it, the Act amounted virtually to a prohi-
bition of the sale of game. Of course the law was evaded ; and it was in
furtherance of such evasion that partridges acquired the special name of:
"birds," while hares were generally known as " lions." Our readers
may remember the solemn waiter at Cheltenham who informs " Pelham "
that he cannot have less than a whole lion. At length, in 1831, the Act
was passed which is now the recognized authority on the subject. It
abolished all qualifications, and substituted the game-certificate. It
authorised the sale of game by all dealers who were licensed, the licence
being two pounds. It declared that any licensed dealer procuring game
from an unlicensed person should be liable to a penalty. And it enacted
that the game-certificate authorising to kill game should carry with it the
right of selling game. "We have heard indeed this construction of the Act
disputed, but the wording of the 17th clause seems to admit of only one
interpretation : "Every person who shall have obtained an annual game-
certificate shall have power to sell game to any person licensed to deal in
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game." So that gentlemen who sell their game are not, it seems,
required to take out a dealer's licence. The reader should observe that
by this change in the law, the sport of shooting ceased to be the privilege
of the qualified few, and was thrown open to everybody without any
reservation who chose to pay for the luxury. The old qualification was of
various kinds, but in every case it was founded on connexion with the land
or with the aristocracy, and was essentially a feudal privilege. This
character, we would urgently impress upon our readers, it has now totally
lost. Every man may shoot who can give his three pounds for a certificate,
as every man may hunt who can give fifty guineas for a hunter. The
owner of land has no remedy against a certificated intruder but the law of
trespass ; which is equally available against intruders of all kinds. Game
is not protected against such a man at all. Your fields and hedges are
protected against him as against any other trespasser, but not your phea-
sants and partridges. He may kill these wherever he can find them. And
though it has been decided that if you catch a man shooting game on your
own ground after he has been once warned off, you may take it from him,
we think it doubtful whether this decision is in harmony with the spirit of
the Act. But you can't punish him for the offence, except as a trespasser,
neither can you take his gun, as many foolish people imagine. It is clear,
therefore, that the right of shooting has lost every vestige of an aristocratic or
exclusive character. Landowners and lords of manors have no more rights
than other people in this respect. They cannot kill the game on their own
ground without paying for it. And poaching, therefore, so far as it tends
to diminish the supply of game available for the purposes of the certificated
public, is an offence against the public, and not against any one class.
These considerations, if more generally propagated, should tend to
relieve the game-laws of a good deal of their odium. It is a healthy and
popular exercise which they are designed to protect quite as much as, or
more than, an idle and patrician pastime. And poachers, if the question
were really understood, would be regarded everywhere as public nuisances,
and not as interesting martyrs. But to go back to the point from which we
started, the state of the law, namely, as it affects the sale and purchase
of game. —
It is pretty clear that no such effectual extinguisher could be placed
upon poaching as a legislative enactment which should cut away his
market from the poacher. At present, it is beyond dispute that the
source and root of all the evil is in the fishmonger's back-parlour. It is
obvious that for more than a century and a half this truth has been
apparent to Government, and that they have been fruitlessly endeavouring
to act upon it. But hitherto every attempt to check unlawful traffic in
game has been a practical failure. The twenty-eighth clause of the 1st
and 2nd William IV., which we have already cited, has remained a dead
letter. Poulterers and fishmongers continue their dealings with the poacher
in almost absolute security, and have been known to joke even a county
Member about the pheasants which they had from his preserves. The
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difficulty of detection seems almost insuperable. Yet until the "fence''
can bo got at, we shall do very little with the thief. The Act of 1862,
which empowered the police to stop and search carts, or suspicious-looking
jacket-pockets, and apprehend the owners if they were found to contain
game, has worked well. But, after all, it has hut thrown one additional
difficulty in the poacher's path : it has caused more poachers to be caught,
but it hasn't diminished poaching. Neither will anything have that effect
till a blow can be struck at the trade ; till the poacher's profits are affected ;
till the springs which feed the stream begin to fail. Till that can be
done, we may throw obstacles in the poacher's way, but they will no
more kill poaching than dams will dry up a river.
If all game-preservers were forced to take out a separate licence for
selling game, it would have one of two effects : either they would pay the
licence, and in that case sell a great deal more game, or they would not
pay it, and in that case would preserve a good deal less. Either alterna-
tive would be attended by other good results. In the first place, the
more game the dealers got from gentlemen, the less they would require
from poachers. In the second place, the payment of this sum would
form an additional contribution to the revenue, and. would pro tanto
diminish the odium of preserving, and proportionably the sympathy with
poaching. On the second hypothesis, excessive preserving would be got
rid of, the complaints of the farmer would be stopped, and the profits of
poaching much reduced. We cannot help thinking that if this suggestion
were adopted, means might still be found of bringing home offences to the
game-dealers, and of making their trade with poachers much more
dangerous and precarious than it is at present. Moreover, there is no
reason why gentlemen should not make a trade of rearing and selling
game as of rearing and selling sheep. And if the system were regularly
established and recognized, it is possible that a feeling would gradually
spring up among the dealers adverse to buying from the poacher. There
is many a butcher now who wouldn't buy stolen sheep though he knew he
shouldn't be detected. And we sincerely believe that, if poaching were
more generally exhibited in its true light, and robbed of that mystery
and romance which at present shroud it, such a feeling would become
very common.
Cases such as that brought forward by Mr. Taylor, the Member for
Leicester, last July, are very mischievous. The miscarriage of justice
which took place in that instance was immediately assumed to be an in-
separable accident of the game-laws, and to constitute a valid objection to
the existence of an unpaid magistracy. The inference is absurd ; but
then, under existing circumstances, men should be very careful how they
give a handle to such absurdities. When a law is unpopular, its admini-
strators should walk warily. And certainly, if of any crime, it may be
said of poaching that it is more prudent to let twenty guilty men go than
to punish only one who is innocent. In this instance two men were
convicted of poaching before a Wiltshire bench of magistrates on the sole
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testimony of a gamekeeper. One of the two men had heen convicted
before : and the gamekeeper had been mistaken before. It was contended
that the unsupported evidence of a man who had proved himself liable to
error ought not to have been accepted as conclusive. Our own opinion is
that it would have been more prudent in the magistrates in such a case to
have erred upon the side of leniency. But there are one or two points
suggested by the case, which affect poaching in general, and accordingly
claim a place in this article. One is this, that there is a border- land between
the professional poacher and the honest labourer, if not so wide as it used
to be, still much wider than skirts any other criminal profession ; and that
the existence of this border-land is a source of great perplexity to
magistrates. If a man is caught picking a pocket, or breaking into a
house, or swindling by an assumed name, or anything of that kind, he is
pretty sure to be a regular professional criminal. But the man who snares
a rabbit is not equally sure to be a professional poacher. He is on the
high-road to become one ; that is certain. But he may have done it for
the fun of the 'thing ; or from an idea of its cleverness ; or merely from a
lawless disposition in general. But there is very great difficulty in
distinguishing between a man of this class, and a confirmed offender : and
probably hardly any one can do it but those who live upon the spot, and
have constant opportunities of observing him. This is one reason why the
evidence of gamekeepers and the decision of local magistrates have often
more in them than meets the eye of the general public. This is a point
in their favour. There is, secondly, one that tells against them in just
about an equal degree. Between gamekeepers and poachers, and especially
such poachers as oftenest come before the magistrates, there is a much more
bitter feeling than exists between officers of justice in general and criminals
in general. They are pitted against each other in a much more personal
way ; and the game which the poacher takes is what the keeper regards
almost as his own. He has reared it and tended it early and late, and
has an interest in it which it is quite impossible a policeman should feel
for the stock-in-trade of a goldsmith or a watchmaker. Then, again, the
policeman is one of a numerous and disciplined force, the lustre of whose
exploits is reflected upon each member of it, whether he has done anything
himself or not. But a keeper has his own reputation either to make or to
maintain. What keepers in general may do affects not him. He would
be thought none the better of, though a keeper in the next county had
taken twenty poachers single-handed. Consequently, there is generally a
tendency, kept in check, or developed according to the character of the
master, on the part of keepers to make business, and to demonstrate their
own activity. Gentlemen should always be upon their guard against this
very natural weakness of human nature ; for sure we are that in the feuds
upon the subject of game which agitate most rural districts, it plays a most
important part, and is at the bottom of many of the crimes which are
mostly charged against the game-laws.
856
irase %t Sorfi guilt.
SOME years ago — Eheu ! fuyaces, (£c. — I wrote, in the infancy of this
Magazine, a modest essay, entitled "The House that John Built." The
John was that venerable gentleman, Mr. John Company of the East Indies,
then recently deceased, and I spoke with tender regrets, and almost,
indeed, with mournful memories of the old times, when I served the honest
merchant in his great house in Leadenhall. Since that time, the
delenda est has become the dehta est, if I am not wrong in the tenses,
which I learnt at Christ's in the old hatless days of yellow stockings.
Not one stone stands upon another. The old street, whose pavements I
trod for so many years, should now be baptized anew, taking the name of
" Ichabod Street," for "the glory has departed." I went there once
after Mr. Company's servants were sent to lodge in the tavern over against
the Abbey of Westminster, and I saw, from the opposite side of the street,
the ruins of " The House that John Built." One wall only remained,
with some projecting roofs and floors ; and I discerned, for the last time,
a fragment of the room in which I had done Mr. Company's work for so
many long years. With a mist about my eyes, I retreated to the region
which gives its name to the work in which I now write, and I never had
the heart to journey again into the old street. I am told that on the site
where once stood the House that John Built, there is now a vast stack of
offices in which business of all sorts and sizes is done by a miscellaneous
assemblage of merchantmen and brokers, and promoters of public com-
panies. It may be a fanciful thought, but it has seemed to me, that
ever since the demise of Mr. John Company, the good old family name
has fallen into disrepute. There is assuredly an unsavoury odour about
it in these days ; for, whereas it was the pride of Mr. John Company to
raise many to fame and fortune, the companies which have fungused up
since his time, bring only ruin and disgrace.
Thus the old House of which I wrote is clean gone from the East ;
and a grand mansion or palace has risen up in the West, for the use of
Mr. Company's successors. It is easier to pull down than to build up,
whether it be fame, fortune, or a big house ; and it has been no surprise
to me, therefore, to find that, as I write, the business is still carried on at
the temporary lodgings in the Tavern. It may be, however, that before
these pages meet the eye of the public, the flitting will have commenced,
and that if my old comrades and their masters are not then fairly housed
in their new abode, they will at least be on their way to Downing Street.
I am minded, therefore, in this month of August, having been taken by
my nephew Marmaduke (now a senior clerk in what is called the Indian
THE HOUSE THAT SCOTT BUILT. 357
Department of her Majesty's Government) all over the new building, to
say something about it, after my own rambling, desultory fashion. Per-
haps something of everything will be found in my discourse, except that
of which I may be most expected to speak — the architecture of the new
Indian Palace, whereof I know nothing. Indeed, looking at the outside
of the thing, I must confess that I cannot quite take in the design. But,
peradventure, the reason of this is that the original conception of a group
of public offices has not yet been carried out to completion. Looking at
it the other day, from the park of St. James, on my way to the Tea-and-
Toast Club, hard by the site of old Charlton House, which ever brings
back to my memory the old days of OEdipus Tyrannus, I confess I could
make nothing of it as a whole, though some of the details are mighty
pretty ; and I wished that good^ Mr. Gilbert or Mr. Digby were at my
elbow to delight me with an intelligent demonstration 'in default of any
light of my own. But I am bound to have faith in those great men — and
there is no faith so pure as that which gropes hopelessly in the dark.
Not questioning, therefore, the excellency of the external structure,
either as a whole in esse, or part of a whole in jjosse, I pass on to the con-
templation of the interior, which is an emanation, as I am instructed, of
the fertile genius of Mister Digby Wyatt. I speak only of that part which
belongs to the successors of Mr. Company, who are to be housed in what
is now a semi-detached palace, the managers of her Majesty's Foreign
Department being their neighbours — my profane footsteps have not trodden
that part of the great House that Scott Built — nor do I know aught of the
inner chambers. But although I am little addicted to gauds — a matter
whereof I purpose presently to speak with greater amplitude — I am pleased
as an Englishman to see that these high officers of her Majesty the Queen
have a fitting place for the reception of the ambassadors and envoys of
foreign Powers who have relations in this favoured country. There is
"glory," as the poet wrote, in "moderation;" but those old houses in
Downing Street were on the wrong side of moderation. It was not merely
that they were not palatial, but that they were absolutely shabby — of such
a poor and paltry appearance altogether, that even humble-minded English-
men might blush to think that the ambassadors of great emperors and kings
should be received amidst so much dreariness and dirt. Famous all over
the world was Downing Street — but what a poor little place it was ! How
many people have made pilgrimages thither, looked up the street
incredulously, and returned ruefully disappointed at the rnomeflt, and
de-illusionised for the rest of their days. It was, even in the estima-
tion of plain men like myself, not at all given to the vanities, a national
shame that foreign countries should see our great Ministers so poorly
housed. There was not a nobleman in the country, or a private gentleman
of good estate, who would have lived in that miserable cul de sac — not
much better than a West End mews. I trust that, in the Foreign Minister's
new house, Mr. Scott has provided a grand " salon," as I think it is
called, in which may be held those conferences, on the issues of which the
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peace of the world so often hinges and depends. We may manage our
own little affairs as poorly as we like — I do not know that it much matters
that we should decide such questions as those of over-charged income-tax
or tickets-of-leave in grand ministerial edifices. But when it is the duty
of Britannia to give a reception to other Powers, it becomes her to wear
becoming vestments, not to disfigure herself with mean apparel. " What
is Majesty deprived of its externals?" "A jest.1' And so the repre-
sentatives of Majesty may make themselves ludibria, or laughing-stocks, if
they do not make a becoming appearance in the sight of our allies.
But, for all this, I am not without a feeling of apprehension that there
is a little too much of outward display in the new apartments which have
been assigned to the successors of Mr. John Company. I think that
people who have important work to do, ought to be well housed. They
should have light and air and space. These conditions it is essential to
fulfil. But when they are fulfilled, I do not know that, for ordinary
purposes of business, much more is required. I know that in what I
write there is more or less of the prejudice of the superannuated man —
the laudato i' temporis acti, who thinks that " whatever was is best." But
there was a sort of sombre simplicity about the House that John Built,
which if it did not look like beauty, certainly looked like work. There
was very little in the way of decoration about it except the mirrors and
the marble mantel-piece in the court-room, which latter article of vertu,
being an allegorical representation somewhat commercial in its tenden-
cies, has been removed to the new council- chamber. But we never had
much time to look about us, and we were regardless o£ such things as
fresh paint and gilding and cornices of elaborate device. The change,
however, is all in accordance with what is called the " spirit of the age."
Even the city of London has cast off the severe simplicity so redolent of
business which was erst the prevailing style of its houses. They build
palaces now in place of houses ; or at least they have palatial fronts,
distinguished by all sorts of fanciful designs. Banks and Insurance
companies and even private firms, content in the Georgian era with
modest edifices of brick and mortar, straight up from basement to roof,
with everything like their business " on the square," now put on false
fronts of the most pretentious kind ; and as to the taverns or hotels of
the present age, verily they are of royal aspect, magnificent to behold.
But it may not perhaps be all an old man's prejudice, if I think sometimes
that the business, which is thus gorgeously represented on the surface,
may be almost as gimcracky as its fantastic front. My mind misgives me
when I contemplate all this finery. It is what one of my respected
seniors in the old house, Mr. Charles Lamb, would have called not
decoration but " decoyration." And the saddest part of all is that the
cheatery extends even to God's most perfect works — fair women, who
have become in these days mere " painted sepulchres," false of colour,
false of hair, plastered and padded and made up with all sorts of ingenious
contrivances for giving false proportions to the human frame. " The
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pity of it, oh, lago ! pity of it." What sane man with wife-ward
tendencies would choose a help-mate from among these decoy- rated
damsels, instead of following the example of good Doctor Primrose?
And I confess that' if I were a young man, beginning life, and had choice
of clerkships before me, I would rather covet a stool in a house of the
good old inornate type than in one of those grand new palaces, with their
elaborate frontages, or, as it is the fashion to call them, fagades.
I do not, therefore, as at present minded, contemplating, with a
certain amount of admiration, this magnificent structure, think that it
''looks like business." On the other hand, it must be conceded, that
on the evening of the 19th of July, in this present year, when the doors
of the new office were first opened to the public, and the Grand Turk was
entertained by Mr. Company's successors, it looked wonderfully like
pleasure. In virtue of my position as a pensioned servant of Mr. Com-
pany, I was permitted to look down from an upper gallery at this
entertainment ; and truly it was a beautiful sight. It was like a scene
out of the Arabian Nights; but the solitary touch of business in the whole
was that it went on "from ten to four," — though from eve to morn
instead of from morn to eve ; and perhaps not a few rejoiced as greatly
when the pleasure-hours were over as any workers at the desk rejoice
when the moment of emancipation is at hand, and the pen is wiped finally
on the blotting pad. I have observed that a great deal has been said and
written about this entertainment. In the Commons' House of Parliament
especially there was overmuch of malignant speech, which, it occurred to
me, would not have been vented if the patriotic speakers had been among
the invited guests. Verily, are we to " have no more cakes and ale ? "
For my part, as I wrote of yore, I think hospitality is seemly and
becoming, and tends to good service. Mr. Company was not forgetful
of the duties of hospitality. He did many kindly and genial things. He
gave all his principal domestic servants the temperate refreshment of
breakfast at any hour of .the day ; and he invited them, from time to time,
with others who had served him abroad, to dinner at the London Tavern-
in Bishopgate or elsewhere, — and no better dinners were ever given.
Once a year, too, he had a select party at Mr. Lovegrove's Tavern on
the banks of the Thames, by Blackwall, which were among the pleasantest
festivities of the season. I touched upon some of these points when I
wrote of the merits of Mr. Company, many years ago, but it is an old
man's privilege to repeat himself; and what I say now is proper to the
occasion. Since Mr. Company's demise there have been no signs of
hospitality ; there has been no good cheer. And I know enough of the
financial expenditure of that establishment (for I spent my life in the
"Accounts' Branch") to be cognizant of the fact, that in those nine
years this timid parsimony, though it may have been in the main, as
small economy always is, a loss, must have shown immediate results of
profit on the books of the concern, by no means scored out by the cost
of the entertainment to the Grand Turk. I think, however, that it would
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be more beneficial to revert to the old plan of distributive hospitality;
and that the fat bucks and the lively turtles of past years did more for
the " services " than ever could be done by a decennial dance, with
blocks of ice in the corridors, a deficiency of clean plates and cold chicken
in the supper-rooms, and young guardsmen, who would die rather than
go to the Indies, as masters of the ceremonies.
I do not write this in disparagement of the entertainment to the Grand
Turk, which all the world pronounced to be the greatest success of the
season. Indeed, though I only looked down upon it from on high, I
was charmed by the spectacle that presented itself to my gaze through
my neplzew Marmaduke's race-glasses. And not the least charming
part of the sight was that of so many of Mr. Company's old servants,
whose faces I recognized despite their unaccustomed costumes, above
their uniforms or their courtiers' garbs, with " knees and buckles." For
a rumour had run through the club-houses, to the effect that Mr. Com-
pany's successors were minded rather to open their doors to fashionable
nonentities, immortalized by Mr. Debrett, than to men who will live in
the history of India. I confess that the rumour disturbed me greatly ;
but I am not the first man who has been disquieted by a lie. Even in
that great crowd, where so many must have escaped an old man's not
over-quick observation, I saw so many old familiar faces, with a prescrip-
tive right to be there, and read next day so many names of younger heroes,
the Probyns and John Watsons of a later generation, who had done
glorious work in the time of our greatest need, that I was well satisfied
that Mr. Company's servants had not been left under the " cold shade."
I was pleased, too, to see that in the upper gallery, wherein many younger
members of the Home Establishment, and their families, had been suffered
to disport themselves, there was as keen an enjoyment of the festival as
in the lower more crowded rooms ; that the strains of Mr. Godfrey's
music lost nothing in the ascent ; and that as there was more space, and
not less champagne, the supplementary dances, which were improvised
late in the evening, were perhaps the least dreary of all.
I could not have passed over in an essay, professing to give some
account of the House that Scott built, and that Wyatt decorated, some
mention of that magnificent house-warming on the 19th of July. But
it is only an episode, and the serious matter before me is work, not
pleasure. The main question is, whether the house is well suited to the
business that is to be done in it. I inquired, when my nephew Marmaduke
conducted me over the great building, into the arrangement and disposition
of the several chambers for the conduct of public business ; and I was
well pleased to see that the accommodation was excellent, both for profit
and pleasure, and that future generations of India's home-servants will be
comfortably lodged. It is a common accident that if a house is long
a-building, the circumstances of the future occupants change before the
work is done ; so that what was perfect adaptation in the first design, may
not be so in the final completion. I remember that when once, with a poor
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little mite of money, my clerkly savings, I did a humble bit of building
myself, everything was changed with me before I could take possession,
and, indeed, it was all so saddened by painful memories, that I never cared
to enter the rooms, which had been built under a flush of rosy hopes
and joyful expectations. And there is something of this sadness, though
not the same personal sharpness of sorrow, in the thought that whilst this
great house was being built, there were changes in the establishment, and
that not only individual servants for whom accommodation had been
prepared, but whole departments disappeared from the scene, before the
building was ready for their reception. This was, perhaps, a gain to the
rest. It would have been worse if the family had grown up faster than the
building, and it had been found that there was not a sufficiency of space
for so large an official population. But still I have said that there is some-
thing, to an old man like myself, mournful in the thought of the disap-
pearance of old institutions to which I had been accustomed all my life.
Time was, for example, when Mr. Company's Marine Department was not
one of the least serviceable, or the least honoured parts of his establish-
ment. Not to speak of those earlier times, when Mr. Company had a
grand fleet of merchant- ships of his own, and on those precious argosies
brought home the produce of the East, I may recall the days when there
was an Indian navy, as there was an Indian army ; and men skilled in
the languages and familiar with the usages of the countries skirting the
waters in which they sailed, had not given place to her Majesty's sea-
captains with strange eccentric notions of the way of dealing with native
chiefs, — the days, too, when Mr. Company sent every year thousands of
white troops to the Indies, in transport vessels, which he took up for the
purpose ; but all this, too, has gone, and his successors only build troop-
ships for others to use, leaving it to servants, dwelling in Somerset House,
to manage the fleet, as if it belonged to their own masters. And this is
not the only gap that I find in the Departments. But I doubt whether
aught has been done better since Mr. Company died, or whether his suc-
cessors will find better servants at home or in the Indies.
It is an old saying, and all the more precious for its age, that " Good
masters make good servants;" and Mr. Company, as I said of old, was
one of the best of masters. I have heard much in praise and honour of
the magnates who now sit in the high places occupied in past times by the
Directors of Mr. Company's affair^. Indeed, some of the old familiar
names are still to be seen on the Kegister, and I saw some of the old
familiar faces shining above the liveried figures that ushered the Grand
Turk into the new Palace on the great occasion of which I have spoken.
But names, and even faces, do not make Directors. The salt has lost its
savour in these times. It may be true, in one sense, that " Knowledge is
Power ; " but it is still more true that " Patronage is Power." When the
patronage went to her Majesty the Queen, or the Queen's Minister, or was
thrown into a common store to be raffled or " competed " for by the out-
side world, all the power passed away from the managers of the great
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concern; and the kindly patriarchal interest which they took in their
servants passed away with it. They became only upper servants them-
selves, paid to do certain work, which some think was not much
wanted. And I have heard it said by my nephew Marmaduke, and
others who have stools in the new concern, that the old ties are
quite loosened, and that those who sit in the high places have no sort
of parental tenderness for those who sit in the low. It is a recollection
truly grateful in both senses of the adjective, for an old man like myself
to look back upon the days when Mr. Company's Directors, having
good things to give away, ever remembered that patronage, like chanty,
should " begin at home," and seldom gave out of the house what
was wanted within it. To serve Mr. Company was to make handsome
provision for one's sons, or, in respect of childless men like myself, for
one's nephews ; so that a servant in the old House that John Built felt,
if he was not adding much to his worldly store, that he was laying up
a good heritage for his children in his admitted claims on Mr. Company,
by reason of faithful service. One did not spare any trouble for masters
who were so good to their servants. If they sent for you one day to
explain some difficult passage in their correspondence with the Indies,
they sent for you next day to offer you a writer's covenant or a cadet's
commission or a clerk's stool in the old House itself for some of your kith
and kin. But all this has now become a tradition — " a history little
known." Competition has swallowed up the claims of good and faithful
service, and what little patronage is left after that monster has been
satiated, goes to satisfy the exigencies of Party. There is no blame to
any one. As a department of her Majesty's Government, it only follows
the example of other departments of her Majesty's Government, in which
the great solvent of competition has loosened the Tite Barnacles (whereof
Mr. Dickens wrote in such a pleasant vein of exaggeration) from the rock
to which they clung, generation after generation, with so much affectionate
tenacity. There were Tite Barnacles on Mr. Company's establishment at
home and abroad ; but I do not know that they did their work any less
effectually for being born as it were on the rock, and sticking to it with
all their might. Indeed, I believe that the great evil of the present
day is the want of that very tenacity, which has been held up to scorn
and reproach by writers of fiction who have more erratic genius than
knowledge upon these points. Yes, indeed, since I last wrote in these
pages, more than seven years agone, I have seen that the great solvent
has been a little too effectual in the Indies, — that everybody is trying
to sit as loosely as possible to his work, — that the principle most venerated
now-a-days is a common hatred of India and all belonging to it. But it
was not so once. Mr. Company had Tite Barnacles who loved their rock —
workmen who loved their work. Go to the House that Scott Built and see ?
It was a pleasant notion to decorate the new office with the marble
effigies — some in full-length statues, others only in busts — of the great
men who from time to time have served Mr. Company, from the days of
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Clive to the days of Clyde. It is truly what maybe called a " Walhalla "
of heroes, — for Indian statesmanship is, for the most part, heroic ; and
men like Elphinstone and Metcalfe, in the course of their careers, were
tried in the furnace, even as soldiers were, and showed as much British
pluck. It is truly a great thing to-remember that Mr. Company's system
fostered all this heroic growth. What a chapter might be written upon
this gallery of marble soldiers and statesmen ! What truly great men
Mr. Company had under him in the palmy days of the merchant princes
of Leadenhall ! But it grieves me to think that the nation is out-living
its gratitude, — that there is a younger generation of English statesmen
no-w starting into vigorous life, who think it a glory to them to fling
reproaches at Indian servants and Indian systems. Yet, practical denial
is given to these reproaches by the fact, that when a good public servant is
wanted for imperial purposes, they are fain to resort to the list of
Mr. Company's retired establishment, civil or military : as when the other
day they sent John Grant to Jamaica and Patrick Grant to Malta, — as
years before they made good use of Metcalfe, Clerk, Pottinger, Anderson,
Trevelyan and others whom the nation could not do without in its sorest
straits and convulsions. The rising choler is restrained by these thoughts.
Such a nursery of captains, such a nursery of rulers, no nation has ever
owned in a far-off dependency since the world began. And are we now
to speak scorn of all these strong-headed, strong-hearted men, because
once in a generation a pretender may be found out lacking both heart and
head ? Are Khirkee, Mehidpore, Lucknow, Delhi to be forgotten, because
there was a great fiasco in Orissa ?
I have been thinking that the young statesmen who talk in this
strain might be sent to learn better from these " animated busts " — these
" true and lively portraitures " — of our great men gone before. Let
them learn the truth from these silent witnesses — these solemn memorials
of the mighty dead. I am almost minded to offer myself as Examiner.
I think I could put a young lord, or a middle-aged commoner through his
facings in that gallery ; and at odd times I might act as cicerone to the
outside public, with a wand of office, and do my spiriting like a pensioner
at Greenwich or a black-robed housekeeper at Woburn. It might be as
good as most lectures ; more interesting, and — shade of Sir Joseph,
forgive me ! — more useful than anything to be heard on a Thursday
evening at the Royal Society. For if there be aught which it is pro-
fitable to learn, it is that great lesson of " self-help " which has been as
nobly illustrated in the lives of Mr. Company's servants as in those of
England's great engineers. How many, represented there in the cold
marble, started from obscure beginnings, and taking the motto of the
chivalrous Sidney, Aut viam inveniam aut faciam, made their way to the
front, and landed themselves on the broad shining table- lands of full
success and perfect glory. They were men who stuck to the rock for long
years, not ever yearning after strange waters, and their adhesiveness was
the basis of their success.
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I say again, it was a happy thought to place in the new house the
marble effigies of many of the great men who were the glory of the old.
If it be not ungracious to hint a fault where so much is to commend, I
should say that the space given in the gallery to Mr. Company's old
Leadenhall Directors is scarcely equal to their deserts. There is a niche
given to Charles Grant the elder, of whom it has been said, and with
truth, that at one time he was little less than Mr. Company himself. His
palmiest days were before my time ; but there was much vital sap in the
trunk, even when the leaf was sere. And I have known other Directors,
now passed away from the scene, who were living influences in Leaden-
hall, and did much to keep the wheels of Indian Government on the right
road. Mr. Neill Edmonstone and Mr. St. George Tucker, who had
graduated in Mr. Company's Bengal service, were among the most notable
of these. After an experience of forty years of desk-work, I may say
with some authority that, as a general rule, Mr. Company's Directors,
though well fitted for the general direction of affairs for which they were
elected, rather marred than mended the work of their servants, when
they interfered over-much in the concerns of the house. For it is one
thing to know what should be written, and another to determine how to
write it. But the two Directors whom I have named had an official style,
at once weighty and clear, and in their hands the pen neither blurred nor
blotched. They were right honest men too — strong in defence of the
right, and were ready to go to prison for it. Others, too, might be
named, chronologically before or after them, worthy to be perpetuated in
marble as representatives of the fast- expiring race of " old-Indian " states-
men, who were not ashamed to live in the City, and who signed themselves,
in all sincerity, " Your loving friends."
But, albeit my own natural and I hope venial predilections cause me
to lament these omissions, I am pleased and proud when I contemplate
the grand list of Mr. Company's servants, whose effigies preside over the
beautiful corridors of the new house — when I think of such men as Barry
Close, and John Malcolm, and Thomas Munro, in the good old Welles-
leyan days — men who never spared themselves when there was good work
to be done, and who never did any work that they did not honestly and
well — or of men, in the other service, like Elphinstone and Metcalfe, who
never faltered in the face of any danger, and never shrunk from any toil,
so long as the harness was on their backs. And. there are others in whom,
from personal knowledge, I have a more living interest — men of later
renown, whose deeds, within our own time, stirred the heart of the nation to
its depths. There is Pollock, who brightened anew the tarnished glory
of our English military renown, and reared again the British colours which
had been dragged and draggled through the blood-stained snows of the
Afghan passes — a veteran who still remains amongst us to enjoy what he
has sown and reaped. There is Outram, the heroic, the chivalrous, sus-
tained ever by a great enthusiasm, tender of heart, generous, and self-
denying, but ever eager to be in the front of the battle — one of whose life
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and death there is meet record in these pages. There is Henry Lawrence,
greatest and best of those soldier-statesmen of whom Mr. Company was so
proud, because they were of his own peculiar growth ; one that was seldom
" matched of earthly hands" — " the truest to his sworn brother of any that
buckled on the spear " — and all men were his sworn brethren ; with a
spirit strong but gentle ; made alike for great actions and for loving
deeds ; who lived ever for his fellows, who died for his country, and who
in life and death was a great ensample to the world. There is his friend
and pupil John Nicholson, " the sternest knight to his mortal foe that
ever laid spear in rest" — a very king of men, great of stature and great
of heart, stricken down ere he had reached his prime, but full of the ripened
fruit of heroism, with a heaven-born capacity for command. And there
are many others — soldiers and statesmen, brave and wise, nurtured in the
lap of danger, but ever calm and resolute, with a noble sense of duty
and a love of their appointed work. Men such as these were made by
what is called an evil system. If Mr. Company and his patronage had not
existed, they would have shrivelled into Lincoln's Inn lawyers, or banker's
assistants, or clerks in the Inland Revenue Office, or captains of militia ;
and India would have been given up as a rich preserve to the favourites
of his Royal Highness. If I could believe that the century to come would
produce such a gallery of Indian worthies as the century gone by, verily
I should die content.
But I was minded when I commenced this essay to speak rather of
the workers at home, than of the workers abroad. Perhaps my prejudices
are more likely to warp my judgment on this domestic ground than when
I wander far in fields of Oriental enterprise. But I am not assured that
the migration westwards, with all its attendant changes, before and after,
has done much for the efficiency of the service, or the comfort of the
servants. In the old times of Mr. Company, it must be conceded that we
were not fashionable, but we were eminently respectable. We had been,
perhaps, reared at Christ's, or Merchant Taylors', or the Cit}^ of London,
but there were many who had never rejoiced in any educational alma mater
more dignified than a village school. I remember one junior clerk, who
had flourished at Eton, and who had little in common with the rest. And
it happened, for like reasons, that many amongst us dwelt in suburban
regions of easy access from the City. Islington and Camberwell, and the
country about Tottenham were favourite places of residence. Rents were
moderate, and cheap conveyances were abundant, if there were need to
ride — a bit of pompous self-indulgence to which few of us were prone.
When the great innovation of the railway came, such of us as con-
descended to use it, affected the line from Bishopgate, like sober citizens ;
and even Mr. Company's Directors had a tendency to the eastward, as
became the managers of our Eastern Empire. Those who dwelt in
London proper, with rare exceptions, sought the central districts of
Bloomsbury and St. Pancras. One there was, I know, who dwelt far
westward — one of the best workmen amongst us, whose official usefulness
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was in no wise marred by such liveliness of imagination and such depth of
philosophic thought as I have rarely seen conjoined in one and the same
ntellectual growth. He has recorded pleasantly in rhyme his morning
walk, " Eastward Ho ! " through St. James's Pleasance, by the water's side
over which many of the windows of the new house now look), along the
" Elizabethan Strand," by the Savoy and Temple Bar, and St. Paul's,
all instinct with historical associations and personal memories of men dear
to our hearts, such as John Milton and Isaak Walton, until he reaches the
familiar but not prosaic street of Leadenhall ; and concludes his fanciful
travel-talk, —
Fully roused, no more I loiter, and but scanty space remains
From the hall whose courts assemble India's merchant sovereigns,
And the piared porch I enter, entering, too, the day's routine,
Not less duly that beforehand such as this my dream has been. *
There were few, I have said, of Mr. Company's servants who dwelt so far
westward ; but since the official migration to Westminster there has been
a great change in this respect, and the servants of Mr. Company's suc-
cessors have mostly left the familiar regions of Islington and Camberwell
for fresh Tyburnian fields or the sylvan shades of the Evangelist. These
fashionable tendencies are not conducive to the thrift which of old was
held in high esteem amongst us, so that it was our custom, on leaving
Mr. Company's service, to have a little store of savings, which, I fear, is
scarce likely in these days, for West End residence begets a West End style
of living ; and, moreover, the high prices of commodities wherewith we are
afflicted makes even a modest style of living a sorer expense to the most pro-
vident. I have thought sometimes that if good Mr. Company had lived, he
would have considered this in the wages of his servants. It is a hard
case, after seven years' longer service, to be poorer than before ; and yet
such must be the fate of public servants on fixed salaries, who find the
value of every pound diminished by a fourth, in consequence of the
increased prices of all the necessaries of life during these seven years.
Skilled labour of all kinds but our skilled labour, 0 friends and some-
time fellow- workmen in the public service, obtains for itself a higher price
in the labour-market. But because ye are loyal and do not " strike " —
an issue which Heaven forfend — ye are left to your patient sorrows to grow
poorer every year.
* Modern Manicheism, and other Poems. Besides the writer of this volume, there
were one or two other poets in Mr. Company's old establishment. One essayed an
epic, illustrative of the life and death of John Company (with notes of great erudi-
tion), the first stanza of which alone I can remember, it being descriptive of the
locality of the "House that John built : " —
Not far from where Tiptrseus * now vends his costly wares,
Where the Lombard banker deals in bills and the broker deals in shares,
Where the flesher in the market sells his mutton by the stone,
And turkeys fat at Christmas-time go off the hooks like fun.
* Tipfrans, sive Mechceus, Anglice Mechi.] Colonus illustris et vcnditor
clesantiarum.
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I have been betrayed unconsciously into more warmth on this subject
than befits one in whom the fires of youth have long since burnt out. It
was my purpose only to observe that, seeing how time itself has brought
some grievous changes, pressing sorely on the clerkly purse, I have some-
times thought that the evil of increased expenditure might be further
aggravated by this tendency to migrate towards more favourite western
regions. I have thought, too, that perhaps West End habits might come
as a necessary sequence of West End residence, and that the old punctuality
for which Mr. Company's servants were famous in Leadenhall might
in Whitehall soon become extinct. I have been accustomed all my days
to the official work-period of " ten to four," and I would not willingly see
a change ; but at odd times innovating thoughts have come upon me, and
I have asked myself whether official hours must not in time follow the
general change in our habits with respect to the distribution of the different
parts of the day. When " ten to four" was fixed as the business-day,
men ate their dinners at five o'clock ; but now they dine at seven and eight
o'clock, and retire to rest at a time proportionately late. Late to bed is
late out of bed ; and the eight o'clock breakfast is not readily accomplished.
Moreover, I must needs confess that hours well suited to the establishment
of a sober merchant, like Mr. Company, may not be adapted to one pre-
sided over by a Minister of State. For during the more active part of the
year, the Minister is constrained to keep late hours, sitting in what is
called his place in Parliament, often till two o'clock in the morning, and he
cannot in reason be expected to break his fast at an early hour, and visit
office in the forenoon. I am told that practically it often happens that
the busiest time begins just as the old official hours are ending, and that
the head of the office often needs his assistants most after they have taken
their departure. And if this be true, it must be admitted that the plea
for later hours is not without a certain force and cogency of its own. In
the contiguous dwelling, where her Majesty's foreign affairs are to be
looked after, late hours, I am informed, are practically the rule, and it is
not beyond the bounds of possibility that in time the system will extend
itself beyond the frontier line of the two offices — except in the matter of
financial payments and other strictly business operations, the time for
transacting which must correspond with ordinary " banking hours," which
are those generally of commercial establishments.
There is another habit which also might be contracted from the
contagion of next door, which I think would disturb poor Mr. Company
in his grave even more than a change of hours. Indeed, my mind even
now misgives me that the cacoethes or evil habit is insidiously making its
way into the sacred vestibules of the India House. On a recent visit to the
present temporary asylum, I am afraid that I smelt tobacco, and although
my nephew Marmaduke endeavoured to impregnate me with the belief
that it must have proceeded from the contiguous tavern, there was that in
his countenance, as he spoke, which caused me to apprehend that he was
poking fun at his old uncle. But well do I remember the days when
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some of Mr. Company's old Directors — and notably one who had more
eloquence than his compeers, and on several occasions occupied the Chair
with great distinction and success — were wont to lecture the young
gentlemen, who came up before them to take the oath of loyalty when
about to depart for the Indies, upon this evil and demoralizing habit. I
am, however, bound in sober truth to affirm that I somewhat doubted the
efficacy of these admonitions, for happening one day to be passing through
the ante-room into which a bevy of these young gentlemen passed on
leaving- the august presence of the Directors, I observed that two or
three of the striplings put their fingers derisively to their noses, and I
heard them ask each other if they did not wish they might get it, which is
a light puerile mode of expressing a determination to take no heed of what
has been said. And I am given to understand that the use of tobacco is so
general in the Indies, that he who smokes not the weed is a rarity among
men. In such a clime, perhaps, it may have its uses, as a sedative and
a solace, and in the damper regions may, in moderation, act beneficially
as a prophylactic, as it is said to do in the Low Countries. But the evil
is that in these days the weed is not used in moderation, and what should
be an occasional resource for grown men has become the constant habit
even of juveniles of small stature, who thereby check their growth and in
time undermine their vigour. And, if it were only that strict prohibitory
enactments in our public offices would keep the pipe out of young men's
mouths for six hours of the day, I would prohibit the innovation, which,
I am told, has now so grown up in the Foreign Office as to be past
checking. Peradventure, in their half of the new Palace of Adminis-
tration, the establishment, as I understand, not being very numerous,
space is afforded for convenient smoking-rooms ; and, if not, there are
doubtless corridors and galleries, as in the Indian moiety of the edifice,
whence unlimited tob'acco- smoke might escape into the outer air, without
vitiating the atmosphere of rooms sacred to business. It is possible that
the waiting-rooms of the Foreign Office might be devoted to fumigation —
in which case boxes of cigars (first quality) might be provided at the
public charges, for strangers waiting for an interview. And, in good
sooth, I do not know any circumstances of life in which it is more per-
missible to beguile the time with tobacco- smoke than when you are
waiting to see a Minister of State or his representative, who has perhaps
half-a-dozen names before your own upon his list. The literature of the
waiting-room is of the scantiest kind. A Times or Homing Post, a
Foreign Office List or East India Register on the tables, and a map of
Europe or of Asia acid the year's almanack on the walls, comprise all
the sources of information open to the inquiring mind. Waiters are,
therefore, left greatly to the solace of their own thoughts ; and if they bo
suitors no less than waiters, there is not, perhaps, much comfort in their
cogitations. I am almost minded, therefore, in spite of my counter-blasts,
to take an exceptionally generous view of the case of the waiting-rooms of
the Foreign Office, which department, being much frequented by strangers
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from France, Germany, Turkey, and other countries, may legitimately bo
more tolerant than others.
But, referring again to my immediate subject, the Indian moiety of
the House that' Scott Built, I would observe that it was pleasantly remarked
to me the other day, that if smoking should become permissible among the
servants of Mr. Company's successors, it would be in accordance with
Mr. Philosopher Square's fitness of things, recorded in that pleasant work
in which Mr. Henry Fielding recites the humourous adventures of Thomas
Jones, to use only the " hookah" in the upper classes of the service, and
the " hubble-bubble " in the lower. At the same time it was suggested
that the quadrangle, in which the entertainment was given to the Grand
Turk, might be formed into a sumptuous Divan, in which Oriental princes
and potentates might be received by the Minister and his chief officers,
seated on low cushions, each with a hookah in his mouth, the fumes of
that description of pipe being, I am told, of a pleasantly odoriferous
character. I am given to understand that there is already a project for
roofing it over with glass, so as not to exclude Heaven's light, together
with the rain and the wind ; and truly if it should be warmed with occult
hot-water pipes, and decorated with choice exotics of tropical growth, it
would be a reception-room wherein might be welcomed even the Great
Mogul himself, if that once magnificent race of emperors had not snuffed
itself out at Delhi.
There are other reception-rooms, too, in different parts of the building
—or waiting-rooms, as they are officially called — which do great credit to
the taste of Mr. Digby Wyatt, and will add much to the respectability of
the establishment ; for it was a sorry sight to see, in the temporary
Victorian lodgings, great generals or high civil functionaries from the
Indies, or the turbaned ambassadors of mighty Indian chiefs, hanging
about in the obscure passages or caged in the messengers' cupboards,
whilst they were waiting for official interviews, or seeking to pay friendly
visits to the ministers of the departments. I am all for a becoming
respectability of appearance, solid and substantial, and free from gauds ;
and I think that in the new House all the conditions of a first-rate public
office have been fulfilled, under the judicious auspices of Mr. Wyatt.
Accustomed to the sombre simplicity of the House that John Built, I could
have dispensed with some of the ornamentation, but as the useful has not
been sacrificed to the ornamental, I am content with the gross result ; and
I wish all my friends many years of health, and happiness, and useful
work in the HOUSE THAT SCOTT BUILT.
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370
Cinte*
THE looseness of idea which is traceable in many of our semi-philosophic
phrases and opinions offers a curious subject for reflection. Habitually,
partly from mental indolence probably, partly from inherent unscientific
carelessness of mind, we are satisfied with approaches to an idea about,
or an explanation of, the phenomena which catch our attention, — with
what Dr. Chalmers used to call " the inkling of an idea," — not so much
with half an idea as with the raw materials of an idea. We are content
with feeling that a conception, and probably a true conception, lurks
under the expressions we hear and repeat ; and under cover of this
inarticulate sentiment (for it is usually nothing more) we absolve ourselves
from the exertion of analysing the conception, embodying it in appropriate
language, or even carrying it so far as distinct and expressible notions.
We use a phrase, and then fancy we have done a thing, — have elucidated
a fact or given utterance to an idea. We employ words not to express
thought, nor (as Talleyrand suggested) to conceal it ; but to hide its
absence and to escape its toil.
No word has been oftener made to do duty in this way than TIME.
We constantly say — speaking of material things — that " Time " destroys
buildings, effaces inscriptions, removes landmarks, and the like. In the
same way — speaking of higher matters appertaining to men and nations,
to moral and intellectual phenomena — we are accustomed to say that
" Time " obliterates impressions, cures faults, solaces grief, heals wounds,
extinguishes animosities ; — as well as that under its influence empires
decay, people grow enlightened, errors get trodden out, brute natures
become humanised, and so on, — that the world "makes progress," in
short. Now what do we mean when we speak thus ; or do most of us
mean anything? What are the mighty and resistless agencies hidden
under those four letters, and embodied in, or implied by, that little word ?
Sir Humphry Davy, in those Consolations in Travel which worthily
solaced "the last days of a philosopher," endeavoured to answer this
question as regards mere physical phenomena. He analyses the several
causes which, in the course of ages, contribute and combine to produce
the ruins which cover the surface of the earth, and most of which are
more lovely in their decay than ever in their pristine freshness. Putting
aside all results traceable to the hand of man, to the outrages of barba-
rian invaders, or the greed of native depredators, — leaving out of view,
too, the destruction wrought from time to time by lightning, the tempest,
and tho earthquake, — he shows that the principal among those elements of
destruction, which operate slowly and surely, generation after generation,
are traceable to lieat and gravitation. More precisely, they may be
classed under two heads, the chemical and the mechanical, usually acting
TIME. 371
in combination, and the former much the most powerful of the two. The
contraction and expansion of the materials of which all buildings are
composed, due to changes of temperature, operate to loosen their cohe-
sion, especially where wood or iron enters largely into their Composition ;
and in northern climates, wherever water penetrates among the stones,
its peculiarity of sudden and great expansion when freezing, renders it
one of the most effective agencies of disintegration known. The rain that
falls year by year, independent of its ceaseless mechanical effect in carry-
ing off minute fragments of all perishable materials, is usually, and
especialy near cities, more or less charged with carbonic acid, the action
of which upon the carbonate of lime, which forms so large an element in
most stones, is sometimes portentously rapid, as indeed1 we see every
day around us. The air, again, through the instrumentality of the oxygen
which is one of its component parts, is about the most powerful agency
of destruction furnished by the whole armoury of nature : it corrodes the
iron by which the stones are clamped together ; it causes the gradual
decay of the timber of which the roofs of buildings are usually constructed,
so that we seldom find any traces of them in the more ancient remains
which have come down to us. Thus the great principle of organic life
becomes also, in its inevitable and eternal action, the great principle also
of decay and dissolution. Then follows what we may term the unin-
tentional or accidental agencies of living things. As soon as the walls
and pediments and columns of a statue or a temple have lost their polished
surface through the operation of the chemical influences we have enume-
rated, the seeds of lichens and mosses and other parasitic plants, which
are constantly floating in the atmosphere, settle in the roughnesses, grow,
decay, and decompose, form soil, attract moisture, and are followed by
other and stronger plants, whose roots force their way into the crevices
thus formed by " Time," and end by wrenching asunder the damaged and
disintegrated blocks of marble. The animal creation succeeds the vege-
table and aids its destructive operations ; the fox burrows, the insect bores,
the ant saps the foundations of the building ; and thus by a series of
causes, all of them in the ordinary and undying course of nature, the most
magnificent edifices ever raised by the genius, the piety, and the industry
of man are brought to an end, as by a fixed and irreversible decree.
And this is "Time," so far as its physical agencies are concerned.
When we turn from the influence of Time on the work of man's hands
to consider its influence on the man himself, we find a very different mode
of operation. " Time" with individuals acts partly through the medium
of our capacities and powers, but more, probably, through our defects and
the feebleness and imperfection of our nature. It ought not, perhaps, to
be so, but it is so. Time heals our wounds and brings comfort to our
sorrows, but how ? "It is beneath the dignity of thinking beings (says
Bolingbroke) to trust to time and distraction as the only cure for grief —
to wait to be happy till we can forget that we are miserable, and owe to
the weakness of our faculties a result for which we ought to be indebted
to their strength." Yet it is precisely thus that " thinking beings '" gene-
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rally act, or find that " Time " acts with them. Half the healing influence
of Time depends solely upon the decay of memory. It is a law of nature
— and like all nature's laws, in the aggregate of its effects a beneficent
one — that, T/hile the active powers strengthen -with exercise, passive
impressions fade and grow feeble with repetition. The physical blow or
prick inflicted on a spot already sore with previous injuries is doubly felt ;
the second moral stroke falls upon a part which has become partially
benumbed and deadened by the first. Then new impressions, often far
feebler, often far less worthy of attention, pass like a wave over the older
ones, cover them, cicatrise them, push them quietly into the background.
We could not retain our griefs in their first freshness, even if we would.
As Mr. Arnold says : —
This is the curse of life : that not
A nobler, calmer, train
Of wiser thoughts and feelings blot
Our passions from our brain.
But each day brings its petty dust,
Our soon choked souls to fill;
And we forget because we must,
And not because we will.
In a word, we do not overcome our sorrow — we only overlive it. It is
succeeded — not subdued ; covered up, mossed over, like the temples of
Egypt or the tombs of the Campagna — not conquered.
It is the same, too, usually, with our faults. " Time " cures them, we
say. It would be more correct to say that it removes the temptation to
them. Sometimes it is only that pleasures cease to please ; we grow wise
and good through mere satiety, — if wisdom and goodness that come to
us through such an operation of " Time" be not a most fallacious and
cynical misnomer. The passions that led our youth astray die out
with age from the slow changes in our animal frame, from purely physical
modifications of our constitution ; — the appetites and desires that spring
from the hot blood and abounding vigour of our early years no longer
torment the languid pulse and phlegmatic temperament of after life ; the
world and the devil, not the flesh, are then the tempters to be prayed
against. The frailties of
cheerful creatures whose most sinful deeds
"Were but the overheating of the heart,
come easily and naturally to an end when from the dulled emotions and
impaired vitality of advancing age we feel nothing vividly and desire nothing
strongly. Time does not so much cure our faults as kill them.
Sometimes — often, indeed, we would hope — Time brings experience in
its train. We learn that vice " does not pay." We discover by degrees
that the sin is far less sweet than we fancied, and that it costs much dearer
than we had bargained for. We grow better calculators than we were ;
we reflect more profoundly; we measure and weigh more accurately.
Occasionally, no doubt, " Time " operates through a nobler class of
influences. The observation of life shows us the extensive misery wrought
by all wrong- doing ; we find those around us whom we love better than
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ourselves ; and affection and philanthropy gradually initiate us into virtue
and self-denial. Growing sense aids the operations of dulled sensibility ; —
we become less passionate and fierce as our nerves become less irritable ;
we drop our animosities as failing memory ceases to remind us of the
offences which aroused them, and as a calmer judgment enables us to
measure those offences more justly ; we are less willing to commit crimes
or neglect duties or incur condemnation for the sake of worldly advancement,
as we discover how little happiness that advancement brings us, and as we
reflect for how short a period we can hope to enjoy it. But, through all
and to the last, the physical influence of " Time " upon our bodily frame
is the best ally of its moral influence on our character and our intelligence.
Time brings mellowness to man much as it brings beauty to ruins — by the
operation of decay. We melt and fade into the gentle and the good, just
as palaces and temples crumble into the picturesque.
When we come to speak of nations, and of national progress, the idea
of " Time " embraces a far wider range of influences, both as to number
and duration, which we can only glance at. Time, as it operates on
empires and on peoples, on their grandeur and their decadence, includes
the aggregate of the efforts, separate or combined, of every individual
among them, through a long succession of decades and of centuries. Mr.
Matthew Arnold, in the least sound of his many sagacious and suggestive
writings — his inconsiderate attack upon Colenso — speaks much of the
Zeit-geist, the Spirit of the Age, and urges us to trust to its slow and
irresistible influence, and not to seek to hasten it, — that is, as far as we
could understand him, to abstain from all those acts and efforts of which
its influence is made up. Mr. Leckie, again, in his admirable and- philo-
sophical work, The History of Piationalism, especially in the chapter on
magic and witchcraft, writes as if the decay of superstition, which he
chronicles so well, were owing to a sort of natural spontaneous growth of
the human mind, and its added knowledge, and not to any distinct process
of reasoning, or to the effects of the teaching of any particular men, out
of which alone in truth "such growth could come. But " Time," in reality,
when used in speaking of nations means nothing but the sum of all the
influences which, in the course of time, individual labourers in the field of
discovery, invention, reasoning, and administration, have brought to bear upon
the world. In the work of religious truth and freedom " Time " means the
blood of many martyrs, the toil of many brains, slow steps made good
through infinite research, small heights and spots of vantage ground
won from the retiring forces of ignorance and prejudice by generations of
stern struggle and still sterner patience, gleams of light, and moments of
inspiration interspersed amid years of darkness and despondency, thousands
of combatants falling on the field, thousands of labourers dying at the
plough, with here and there a Moses mounting the heights of Pisgah to
survey, through the mist of tears and with the eye of faith, the promised
land which his followers may reach at last. In material progress, in those
acts of life which in their aggregate make up the frame-work and oil the
wheels of our complicated civilization, "Time" signifies the hard- won
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discoveries of science, augmented by the accessions of each succeeding age
from Thales and Archimedes to Newton and Davy ; — the practical sagacity
and applicative ingenuity of hundreds of inventors like Arkwright and Watt,
Stephenson and Wheatstone (to whom we owe the cotton manufacture and
i the steam-engine, the railway and the telegraph), as well as the humbler and
unremembered labours of the thousands whose minor contrivances paved
the way for their great completors ; the innumerable contributions, age
after age, of the professional or speculative men who at last have made
medicine and surgery what they now are ; finally, the daily, unacknow-
ledged, half-unconscious, because routine, exertions of the rulers and
administrators who have rendered these great victories of peace possible
because they have enabled those who achieved them to labour in security
and in hope. As far as " Time " has made the world, or any nation in it,
wiser and better, it is because wise and good men have devoted that brief
fragment of Time which was allotted to them here below to the task of
enlightening a id enouraging their fellow-men, to rendering virtue easier
and wisdom more attractive, to removing obstacles in the path of moral
progress, to dragging up the masses towards the position which the
elite had previously attained. Where nations, once in thraldom, have won
liberty and independence, it is not the cold abstraction of " Time" that has
enfranchised them, but tyrants that have so misused time as to make
sufferers desperate ; prophets who have struck out the enthusiasm that
makes sufferers daring because hopeful, and patriots who have been found
willing to die for an idea and an aim. And, to look on the reverse of the
picture, when in its ceaseless revolutions " Time," which once brought
progress and development, shall have brought decay and dissolution, the
agencies in operation and their modus operandi present no difficult analysis.
Sometimes the same rough energy which made nations conquerors at first
makes them despots and oppressors in the end, and rouses that hatred
and thirst for vengeance which never waits in vain for opportunities,
if only it waits long enough; and the day of peril surprises them
with a host of enemies and not a single friend. Usually the wealth
which enterprise and civilization have accumulated brings luxury and
enervation in its train ; languor and corruption creep over the people's
powers, exertion grows distasteful, and danger repels where it formerly
attracted ; degenerate freemen hire slaves to do their work, and mercenaries
to fight their battles ; and no strength or vitality or patriotism is left to
resist the attacks of sounder and hardier barbarians. Occasionally, in the
process of territorial aggrandisement, a nation outgrows its administrative
institutions ; the governmental system and the ruling faculties which
sufficed for a small state, prove altogether unequal to the task of managing
a great one, and the empire or republic falls to pieces from lack of cohesive
power within or coercive power above. Not unfrequently, it may be, the
mere progress of rational but imperfect civilization brings with it its
peculiar dangers and sources of disintegration ; the lower and less qualified
classes in a nation, always inevitably the most numerous, rise in intelli-
gence and wealth, and grow prosperous and powerful ; institutions naturally
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become more and more democratic ; if the actual administration of public
affairs does not pass into the hands of the masses or their nominees, at
least the policy of the nation is moulded in accordance with the views of
the less sagacious and more passionate part of the community ; the mischief
is done unconsciously but irretrievably, and the catastrophe comes without
being either intended or foreseen. In other cases, states and monarchies
come to an end simply because they have no longer a raison d'etre, —
because they never had in them the elements of permanence ; because
destructive or disintegrating causes, long in operation, have at last ripened
into adequate strength. The Ottoman Power is felling because the
military spirit which founded it has died away, and it has no other point
of superiority to the people over whom it rules ; because the Turks are
stagnant and stationary, and the Greeks are au fond a progressive though
a corrupt and undeveloped race. Austria, too, seems crumbling to pieces,
because composed of a host of incongruous elements, and because neither
the genius to fuse them, nor the vigour to coerce them, can be found
among their rulers.
Is there, then, no permanence in any earthly thing ? Must nations
for ever die out under the slow corrosion of " Time," as surely as men
and the monuments men rear ? Is there no principle of vitality strong
enough to defy at once assaults from without and disintegration from
within ; — no elixir vita discoverable by the accumulated sagacity and
experience of centuries, by means of which the essential elements of
national life can be renewed as fast as they consume, and the insidious
causes of decay watched and guarded against the instant they begin to
operate, and counteracted pari passu with their operation ? In a word,
cannot the same wisdom and self-knowledge which tell nations why and
how they degenerate and die, discover antidotes against degeneracy and
death ? Or is fate too mighty for human resistance ; — that is, to speak
more piously and definitely, has Providence decreed that the progress of
the race shall proceed by a succession of states and peoples, and not by
che adaptation and perfectation of existing ones ; and must nations
perforce forego the noble egotism of immortal life, and be content to live
vicariously in their offspring and inheritors ? The question is of infinitely
5mall moment except to our imaginations ; but there is surely no reason
^vhy the dearer and more human hope should not be realised, though we
may be ages distant from the day of realisation. "We have all the pre-
serving salt that lies latent in the true essence of Christianity, as yet so
jittle understood ; we are learning to comprehend, far better than the
uncients and our ancestors, in what rational patriotism consists, and
Therein lie the real interests of republics and of empires ; all the needed
] iharmacopoaia of policy is within our reach as soon as we thoroughly know
< >ur constitutions, and have the virtue and nerve to apply the remedies in
lime. If there had been conservators of the Coliseum, versed in all the
( estructive and reparative agencies of nature, vigilantly watching the one
{ nd promptly applying the other, the Coliseum would have been standing
i i its strength and its beauty to this hour,,
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.of
THERE is no creature, be it bird, beast, or fish, that exercises such an
influence over the destinies of the human race as the species of tetrao
which, for some mysterious but doubtless beneficent reason, is confined
to limited portions of these little islands. The beneficence evinced in the
limitation of the region in which this potent bird flourishes, however, is
principally to be appreciated by the Scottish lairds, who have been turning
barren moors into gold mines of late years, and who may yet find the more
the mines are worked the less they will yield. Let us prove the assertion
in this way. The British empire is the most extensive and populous in
the world ; no throne, principality, or power can vie with it in acreage
or population. The British empire is governed by the Parliament of the
United Kingdom. The Parliament of the United Kingdom is affected
materially in its deliberations and in its legislative functions by the grouse,
which, according to law, must be ready for shooting on 12th August in
England and in Scotland ; but (with manifest unfairness to English and
Scotch birds,) are allowed to enjoy longer leases or tenant-right in Ireland.
As the beginning of August approaches in each year, the most resolute
Minister is made aware, by signs unmistakable, that he must not trifle
with the functions of the tetracides, and vex them with attempts at legis-
lation, which are certain to be received with indifference or contempt.
It is probable that some Members could sit all the year round, and
like it. Mr. Ayrton, Mr. Darby Griffiths, Mr. Whalley, and a few others,
would, it is very likely, enjoy perennial seances and speech-makings.
Such exceptions prove the rule. Mr. Bright himself would lead off a large
section of followers to the side of the salmon-pool, far removed from the
patriotic bellowings of Mr. Beales ; and Lord Eussell would prefer another
speech on the hill-sides of Blairgowrie to another debate in the House
of Lords. The grouse season rules the Parliamentary recess, and it
would be very difficult to find a Member in either House who is not,
directly or indirectly, influenced by the opening of the shootings. It is
fitly preceded by the " slaughter of the innocents," and if the grouse could
know what deeds are wrought in the heated days and hurried nights
previous to the holocaust, they might rejoice in the blighted projects, the
burked speeches, the quashed motions, the abortive preparations, the
defeated ambition, and the abandoned legislation, which mark the advent
of their doomsday. The Orissa famine was a cruel calamity — for the
people of Orissa at all events, and also for Sir Cecil Beadon. But in his
heart of hearts — well, I will not say that. But I wonder if my friend the
Laird of Karnptully, who so worthily represents the burghs of Candle and
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Wick, could look me in the face, and say he felt as much acute concern
and real active grief about the prascordia, when he read of the starvation
of these coloured brethren, as he did the day he handed me a yellowish
envelope from which he had extracted a sheet of paper, after breaking
the wax, on which was impressed the mark of a very fine broad thumb-
end, exclaiming, " That's from Rory ! It's frightful news."
" Who is Rory, my dear Mac ? " quoth I, gazing on the envelope, which
was inscribed, " The MacBirdie of Kamptully and MacBirdie, M.P., at the
Commons Hous of Parlament in London, &c. &c. &c." " And what is the
dreadful intelligence of which you speak ? "
" Just take it and read for yourself. 0 dear me ! dear me ! "
I read the laboured scroll, which was written on a printed form headed
"Weekly Report."
" Moors of Kamptully, Tullymore, MacBirdie More
MacBirdiebeg and Strathlushy.
" HONNERED SIR, — It is with grate regret I have to enform you that own
to some coorse weather and lateness of heather a grate mortallity has come
on the broods within the last feaw days. The low grunds by Strathlushy
are the warst, and I am feearing we will bee four to five hundreyed brase
short of our number or more. Black game is backward. There is not
mush tapeworms. The dogs is well worked and will give settisfaction.
Angus McMunn reports well of the bastes on Tullymore and rund be the
bak of Benbeg — fine heads.
" And wishing you respectkfully safe gurney, I am your honner's most
obed., as in duty bound,
" RODERICK MACALLISTER/,
" (See remarks annexed.)"
" But you'll come down all the same, won't you ? " asked the Mac-
Birdie, entreatingly. " We'll have birds to shoot after all ! A pleasant
party. There will be Dundrumming, Jack Pintail of the Tenth, and little
Girder. General Tuck has made a conditional. I depend on you."/
I promised. I felt I was doing a noble deed. The MacBirdie,
summoned by the division-bell, went off much relieved in his mind to give
a perfectly unbiassed vote on an Irish grand jury, or fishery, or education,
or some bill of the kind which the Irish Members will insist on being
introduced to be killed ere they depart to the bosoms of their constituencies.
It so happened I was bound to that same country, and it occurred to me
that it would be a clever thing to go by Fleetwood to Belfast and then
cross over to Glasgow from the North of Ireland. Thus could I dodge the
limited mail-trains which were already as exclusive as a subscription opera-
box on a Patti night. The places were booked in advance weeks ago, and
I knew the horrors of the middle passage through England by the ordinary
mail-trains on the eve of St. Tetracide — the sacciferous camaraderie and
the bad tobacco, and the sporting gentry of the carriages. Well, of this
route by Fleetwood I would say, if you are a man of the sort of those who
sit with Bradshaw in one hand and a watch in the other, and note the time
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of actual arrival at each station, and comparing it with the tabulated time
get into a passion or make yourself miserable ; if you are a man of the
sort of those who dislike being late generally, and in a hurry particularly ;
who are rather disposed to fast as little as possible ; who are averse to
embarking in small steamers and going out to sea to embark in the royal
mail-boats tossed on the wave ; who aspire to the comforts of a good
berth ; who hate crowds, particularly of Belfast linen-merchants and pig-
jobbers and horsedealers ; — do not go by Fleetwood and Belfast at this time
of year unless you are quite certain of being more lucky than I was, and
of finding the tide answer and a pause in the migration. The tide rarely
does not answer, I am told. So much the better for frequent passengers.
But who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ?
Anyway, it was very pleasant next morning to hear the grating of the ship's
sides against the quay wall of Belfast, and to think that within a few
hours by rail there was a certain stream flowing to the sea where the
salmon, as they headed upwards to the gravel-beds, were just jostling
each other in the pools. There is no man so persecuted by the weather and
so dependent for his pleasure on the state of the barometer as the con-
templative angler. The water is too bright and fine, or it is too high
and discoloured, or the fish are "waiting for a change," or the wind is
in a bad point, or "those white clouds prevent them rising," or " there's
thunder in the air;" but something or other there surely is to prevent
one's getting half-a-dozen decent fishing days in the year, and when they
come he is sure to be away or busy, or to have the wrong fly, or to
break his rod early in the morning, or to get his reel out of order. Why
pursue the recital of our wrongs at the hands of fortune ? Bather let us
wonder at our perseverance, and rejoice in the exquisite delights of our
rare moments of rewarded skill and indomitable persistence. That
second week in this present month of August, however, was under the
full sway of some malignant and evil-minded planet. There was the
river, in capital order one would think, running swiftly in broad brown-
tinged sheets over the pebbles, or resting its waters in the long pools,
swept by a gentle breeze till it rushed forth to meet the breakers which
caught it in snowy arms and swept it away in the turmoil of waters at the
tiny bar of sand and black rocks covered with seaweed. There in the
long reaches now and then a something boiled up from below, and a silver
gleam was visible through the waters, and the surface, broken into a circling
whirl, indicated the play of "a fash" beneath. What lure of flies was
known to the angler's art was all displayed in vain. From morn to noon,
from noon to dewy eve, three Summer days I toiled or watched the
practised hand of the guardian of the waters plying its skill in vain till
I had a " crick" in my back from endless wavings of a seventeen-footer
and a slight touch of the rheumatics all over, and, full of hatred to all the
subtle race of the Salmonidse, revolved felon plans of snatching and stroke -
hauling and poisoning in my dreams. It was time to depart at last from the
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ungrateful stream, and to take my revenge on the moors, if I would escape
the horrors of a Sunday in Glasgow between the services and the disgrace
of arriving late at Kamptully Lodge. The Belfast steamer to Glasgow was
certainly not a very pleasant medium of communication on the night of
August 9th. Every berth was taken, every chair and bench occupied,
and from beneath the tables sounded the heavy breathings of many
sleepers. There were sporting gentlemen who had been attending some
races, agricultural gentlemen who had been engaged at a cattle-show, flax-
buyers and linen-factors, and the way in which they devoured eggs and
bacon, and flounders, and drank tea and whisky-toddy, and brandy and
" soddy wather," was enough to alarm any one not acquainted with the
habits of these meritorious individuals. There were also numerous repre-
sentatives of the class to which I belonged, the happy men engaged to
friends with hunting grounds of their own, and some who could speak of
" my moors" and their prospects. It is curious how many men shoot
grouse because it is the fashion. They feel themselves bound to do it.
They lose caste if they are not on the moors on 12th August, and so they
toil on after a brace of dogs till they are ready to die, and make believe
that they enjoy it, and are all the better of the exhaustion, which they do
not recover for days afterwards. What would become of the Highlands,
or rather of the Scottish chiefs, only for this fashionable diversion ? Red
deer would not produce the same results on the rental, nor would salmon.
There are limits to forests and salmon rivers, and to the means and tastes
of those who prefer stalking and fishing, but the grouse mountain is
always profitable, for sheep and grouse thrive together ; at least they are
not antagonistic, and it might be a question which of the two should give
way, in case they were found incompatible with each other. The Liver-
pool cotton-broker, the Manchester warehouseman, the Bolton "chap,"
the London merchant, must have his moor ; many of the class have forests
and rivers as well. They jostle the Highland chief out of his fastnesses,
and he swears and pockets the money, and lays on the rent, unless he be
such a great landed proprietor as the Duke of Sutherland, and one or two
more. But even a duke will let his ancestral halls and his wide-spread
acres of moor and mountain to a sporting stock-jobber, and many a poor
proud family is fain to surrender the rights of the chase to the Saxon
lawyer or the Southron, who has well-filled money-bags, and who seeks
in the Highlands the sport and the society which he cannot get else-
where. It was doubtless the Queen who set the fashion, and made
the Highlands so popular. The Prince Consort, as we learn, breathed
more freely when he came to Balmoral ; and although it costs her
Majesty some 2,000/.. whenever she moves from the south to the north, it
is, perhaps, the only part of her dominions where she really feels at rest.
The proximity of the Court fixed many of the chiefs of the clans in their
homes. Some of them were honoured by the condescending visits of the
Sovereign and the Prince Consort, and relations approaching to intimacy
were established between the Royal Family and the respectable commoners
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who could not even boast of being " the" Mac anything. Legal gentlemen,
from the occupants of judicial seats down to the flourishing solicitor or
much brief-giving attorney, worn-out medical men and Low Church
parsons, swell the pilgrimage to the shrines of St. Grouse, north of Tay,
and away to the west and east. A return of the sums paid for these
shootings and fishings would make some of the income-tax officials jump
in their chairs ; and although the reports of the prevalence of disease
caused many persons to fall away, and prevented the lettings of various
shootings this year, it may fairly be said that the rates of moors, forests,
and streams are on the increase, and that they exhibit an annual rise. It
would be strange if it were not so. The accumulation of capital in
England and Scotland is to be counted by many millions every year.
With opulence comes leisure, and a taste for sport just as the means of
indulging it are augmented. The hills, the moors, and streams cannot
be enlarged or multiplied. True, indeed, the sheep may be turned off a
mountain, and the red deer will at once take their place for the stalker ;
or the growth of heather may be encouraged for the grouse, or falls may
be levelled and channels opened for the salmon ; but, practically, there
can be no accession to the acres or the streams suitable for the sportsman.
Whenever property comes into the market, there are bidders for it at the
most enormous prices. Peers and commoners contend together for the
coveted possession of solitary wilds and bleak corries, where they can toil
and be thankful when the session is over, till they are summoned back to
watch the results of the leap in the dark. The makers of guns and car-
tridges, of powder and shot, rejoice ; the breeders of dogs multiply ; the
race of keepers and gillies thrives and expands, and thousands of men are
turned away from emigration or agricultural labour to the strenuous
idleness of the chase. And after all, it is not to be wondered at. If
a man be in tolerably good condition, there is no sport which is so exhi-
larating and agreeable as that afforded in the Highlands. The chamois-
shooter has to spend long nights up among the snow-fields in cold
and solitude ; the partridge-shooter must toil in blazing sunshine over
heavy swedes and foot-tripping mangold; the Indian sportsman is not
always certain that his game may not bag him ; and all over the world,
wherever he may be, the keen votary of the chase has privations and
sufferings to temper his delights. But the Highland lodge is the abode of
comfort. Lost in the clouds, without a sound to break the silence save
the belling of the deer and the beatings of his own heart in the forest, the
crowing of the startled grouse or the bark of the collie on the moors, the
sportsman knows that somewhere in the brown void beneath him there is
a snug little palace of indolence, where plenteous fare and good living and
a comfortable bed await him at nightfall.
It is noon at the Perth station, and half-a-dozen trains are in at once :
engines whistling, guards tootling, porters running. What a scene it is !
The trains from the south and the east and the west are all in, and those
for the north are making ready to start. The energetic, good-humoured
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and obliging station-master is ruling the chaos of gun and rod cases, port-
manteaus, ladies' boxes and bags, which has accumulated on the platform ;
now giving a hand to a truck, — now leading a distracted lady's-maid to
the arms of her mistress, — here attending to the owner of a missing
pointer, — there contending with a lordly Jeames who is seeking to
appropriate a carriage for his master's cigar, — or appeasing the wrath of a
gent who has had " 'is 'at-box stove in by the rascally porters." You see
faces you have not beheld since the last war perhaps, or since the season
before last.
" Hallo, old fellow, where the deuce are you from ? "
" So glad to see you — -just arrived from Calcutta the day before
yesterday; so lucky to be in time for the first day ! "
See, there is Lord Tadpole, and there is my lady ! That heap of
luggage, about the size of a shepherd's bothie, is theirs, you may be bound,
for that is Tadpole's own man at one side of it, and at the other is the
wretched Clarisse, my lady's maid, looking with horror to her two months'
imprisonment by the side of Loch Froggy. Tadpole, you see, wears the
Strathfroggy stalking suit, and tremendous shoeing and a wideawake ; and
the melancholy-looking man close behind him will burst into kilt and hose
and spleuchan, and play the bagpipes, as soon as he gets his foot on his
native heather, for -he is the Tadpole piper, who makes dinner hideous
and drinks a great deal of whisky o' nights. There, revolving round my
, lord, whose near neighbour he is, in the desperate hope of obtaining a nod
of recognition, is little Doechat, who has hired a fine place for his 'ealth,
and who would fall away at once into the nether depths if he were not
( shooting on the 12th August. Doechat has put his little legs into pink
stockings with green bars, and is encased in knickerbockers and suit of
bright green Genoa velvet, and his valetaille is in attendance on a
monstrous quantity of his property, and when he thinks he is not noticed
enough, he demands in a loud voice, " Franswaw ! "
11 Franswaw ! Etes vous bien certang que le dook de Bilbow ne'it pas
arrivey ?"
" Oui, monsieur. Mais Monsieur Abrahams va venir. II est dans le
convoi qui arrive. Ah ! voila, monsieur ! "
Doechat darts into the restaurant, and leaves " Franswaw" to receive
Mr. Abrahams, who is magnificently got up for the occasion, and has an
Oriental aspect which ill accords with a Moses' " suit for the moors."
At last we are off, with many Tadpoles, Doechats and intermediate
varieties, and the train dashes into the real Highlands, which open for us at
Killiecrankie. The sun is getting low as the Highland express halts for a
moment at the Strathlushy station, a little wooden barrack-looking place
on a moor, with mountains on all sides. There, in kilt and phillabeg,
sporran and spleuchan and bonnet — the latter with a large silver badge and
a bunch of heather to boot in the side of it — stands the MacBirdie himself,
and half-a-dozen kilted gallowglasses. The chiefs face is radiant.
" I've been over the moors these two last days ; plenty of birds strong
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on the wing. That fellow Rory is always of a desponding turn of mind,
or thinks it right to prepare me not to expect too much. You're the first
man come yet ; but the others will arrive by the evening train. Dun-
drumming was driving up to the lodge as we started for the station."
It is three miles to the lodge which the MacBirdie has built on the
policy of Kamptully, and as we drove over, the laird told off the party for
Monday.
" I'll put you on a middle beat with Dundrumming," he said, " as
he's not fond of hard walking and likes plenty of birds. Take them pretty
quick, as he's apt to be sharp with them. You'll get 150 brace between
you, I hope. I am going with Pin to keep him in order, and the others
can pair off as they like."
The lodge was a substantial, well-built stone edifice of one story, with
eight bed-rooms opening off a central corridor at one side, a large dining-
room and drawing-room on the other, the kitchen at the end. The few
starved trees which had been planted about could not conceal .the very
useful unornamental garden stored with cabbages, potatoes, onions, and
the like, nor the outhouses and kennels where gillies and dogs congregated
and had their being. Dundrumming, a red-faced, lean man, with watery
grey eyes and a hooked nose much tainted by snuff, was lying full length
on the sofa as we came in.
" This horrid gout ! " he groaned. " It is just set in the right foot.
I always said Macbogus's claret is loaded — full of Hermitage. Had you
ever the gout ? " he asked of me, when the MacBirdie retired.
" Well, no ; I can't say I have."
" You are very lucky then. I think," he continued, looking at me
narrowly, " this attack will go away ; but I thought it just as well to give
Kamptully a hint. He's got capital claret, and he's got some that isn't";
and I wanted to warn him against trotting out the latter for us just as he
was going "to see after the wine."
The Dundrumming had a glimpse of intellect in him I perceived.
That evening he drank a good deal of claret, and said nothing of his gout
next morning ; so it is fair to suppose there was no Burgundy adulteration
in it. The lodge was too far from the kirk for, any but the most energetic
pedestrians, and Sunday passed quietly. Some of the party tried their legs
over the hill, and came back in great spirits concerning the broods.
Dundrumming lay on the state sofa, with a handkerchief over his face to
keep off the flies, till it was time to dress for dinner. The laird paid
frequent visits to the keeper's lodge and to the kennels, in which I
accompanied him ; and when tired of that, I consulted the library, which
consisted of Toplady's Sermons, The Veterinary 's Companion, Burns Poems,
Burns' Justice, Doddridge's Expositer, Scrope's Deer- Stalking, Davy's
Salmonia, and a few odd volumes of novels and magazines.
At the first tap at my door I was awake in the morning, but it was no
great credit to me, for it was past seven o'clock. " The laird disna starrt
verra eerly at first," said Andrew, as he arranged my knickerbockers and
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shoes, splashed the cold water into my tub, and gave a farewell pat of the
hand to my shooting- coat. " There's no breakfast till eight o'clock, and
they'll no be off 'till nine, I'm thinking." The yard outside my window
was filled with a wonderful gathering of the clans, and all the ponies on
the hill- sides had been congregated there from dawn. The keeper's lads
were engaged in moderating the ardour of the straining couples, and I
very soon selected my own particular friends and favourites from the tail-
wagging pack — Froth, a beautiful clean-built pointer in splendid condition,
and Frolic, her brother, and, if possible, her superior. What a breakfast
we made, and what a bustle of preparation then followed as panniers
were packed for the game-ponies and for the lunches ! Pipes were lighted
• — the keepers and their gillies were told off to each party, and in solemn
state the great procession, headed by the General and Pin, moved off in
detachments to the hills. It was a pretty sight to behold : the General
sat his old wall-eyed pony as if it were a war-horse, and Pin beside him
tried his best to provoke his quadruped into a kick by the use of the
pointed end of his stick. Then came at their heels a gillie leading their
pony with panniers for the game, one being full of creature comforts ;
another gillie with a brace of pointers ; another with a brace of setters ;
a third with a retriever ; the keeper and two assistants with the guns and
cartridges. Dundrumming and myself followed in similar state and style,
only that Dundrumming had his own gillies extra, and had secret luxuries
added to the luncheon-pannier. The MacBirdie and Girder brought up
the rear, with a still more numerous clientelle of ponies, gillies, dogs,
and keepers, so that as we wound up the rude pathway which led to the
point whence our paths diverged to the different shootings, we resembled
in some sort a column of infantry and cavalry going out on a foray.
" Good luck," " Good sport," " Dinner at eight." And so we parted.
Our course lay straight up by the side of a burn, or series of little water-
falls and cascades, which came down from the moor above us, over the
hard white stones. The day was dark and warm and windy, just the kind
we wanted for scent and shooting.
" Ef at ell be pleesin' to yee, w'all begin just here. There's fine
grand aboot us."
The dogs were cast loose and were gambolling in the heather in a
preliminary nourish. We dismounted, took our guns, and walked on
after the keeper. " Whoa, steady, Frolic ! " Sure enough there was a
point just in one minute. Dundrumming and I walked over the
heather towards the rigid tail, which was backed by Froth with much
solicitude.
" I think you are keeping a little too much to my side," quoth Dun-
Irumming, who was marching straight towards the dog's head.
" I beg your pardon, but "
Whirr, whirr ! Bang, bang, bang, bang !
" That's well, indeed," said the keeper, as he walked towards the birds
vhich were down.
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I knew both were mine. Dundrumming had shot at two which rose
across him, and I caught the twinkle of the keeper's eye as my friend
exclaimed, —
" I'm in good form I see by these two shots. Take your time, sir, and
I'll be bound you'll do better next time."
" Wiry, I protest those birds are mine. I fired at them both."
" Then it was after I had killed them, that's all," quoth Dundrumming.
He was a dreadful man. I never was in such agonies of rage in my
life as I was ere the day was over. He blazed away at everything that
rose, claimed everything that fell, and in the evening, as we sat at dinner
talking of the shooting, I heard him, sotto voce, say of me — me, the crack
shot of the regiment — " MacEirdie, I'm thinking my friend the captain
has not had much practice with the grouse. He couldn't get on to them
to-day at all. But he'll do better," he added, in a louder voice, as he
perceived my eye turned on him. " I could see by the style of that right
and left you got" (I had dozens of them, I swear) " just before we left,
that you were no novice." We had bagged 17H brace, of which I had killed
fully three-fourths ; but before the evening was over, I had the satisfaction
of hearing Dundrumming take his oath he had killed 200 brace to his own
gun, the ten he said which were lost, and of seeing him removed to his
chamber in a high state of exaltation, declaring, — " I shay, MaBirdie,
I shos five hundre brashe to my gun. The captin can't shoot ; you
can't shoot; Pinttail can't shoot; the old General can't hit haystack."
And so ended my first day with the grouse, and with Drumming of
Dundrumming.
There are many of them, I daresay, at work on the moors this moment,
and Dundrumming still enjoys a high reputation at Kamptully with every
one but the keeper.
DOWN FROM a HE CLIFF
THE
COENHILL MAGAZINE.
OCTOBER, 1867.
xrf
CHAPTER XVII.
AT CASTELLO.
PRIVATE letter from a Mend had
told Jack Bramleigh that his father's
opposition to the Government had
considerably damaged his chance
of being employed, but that he pos-
sibly might get a small command
on the African station. With what
joy then did he receive "the official,"
marked on^ H.M.'s. service, inform-
ing him that he was appointed to:
the Sneezer despatch gunboat, to
serve in the Mediterranean, and
enjoining him to repair to town
without unnecessary delay, to re-
ceive further orders.
He had forborne, as we have
seen, to tell Julia his former tidings.
They were not indeed of a nature
to rejoice over, but here was great
news. He only wanted two more
years to be qualified for his " Post," and once a captain, he would
have a position which might warrant his asking Julia to be his wife, and
thus was it that the great dream of his whole existence was interwoven
into his career, and his advancement as a sailor linked with his hopes
as a lover ; and surely it is well for us that ambitions in life appeal to
VOL. xvi. — NO. 94. 19.
386 THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
us in other and humbler ways than by the sense of triumph, and that
there are better rewards for success than either the favour of princes
or the insignia of rank.
fe To poor Jack, looking beyond that two years, it was not a three-
decker, nor even frigate, it was the paradise of a cottage overgrown
with sweetbriar and honeysuckle, that presented itself, — and a certain
graceful figure, gauzy and floating, sitting in the porch, while he lay at
her feet, lulled by the drowsy ripple of the little trout-stream, that ran
close by. So possessed was he by this vision, so entirely and wholly did
it engross him, that it was with difficulty he gave coherent replies to the
questions poured in upon him at the breakfast-table, as to the sort of
service he was about to be engaged in, and whether it was as good or a
better thing than he had been expecting.
" I wish you joy, Jack," said Augustus. " You're a lucky dog to get
afloat again so soon. You haven't been full six months on half-pay."
" I wish you joy too," said Temple, " and am thankful to Fate it
is you, and not I, have to take the command of H.M.'s gunboat Sneezer."
"Perhaps, all things considered, it is as well as it is," said Jack dryly.
"It is a position of some importance. I mean it is not the mere
command of a small vessel," said Marion haughtily; for she was always
eager that every incident that befell the family should redound to their
distinction, and subserve their onward march to greatness.
" Oh, Jack," whispered Nelly, " let us walk over to the cottage, and
tell them the news ; " and Jack blushed as he squeezed her hand in grati-
tude for the speech.
" I almost wonder they gave you this, Jack," said his father, " seeing
how active a part I took against them ; but I suppose there is some truth in
the saying that Ministers would rather soothe enemies than succour friends."
" Don't you suspect, papa, that Lord Culduff may have had some
share in this event ? His influence, I know, is very great with his party,"
said Marion.
;_ "I hope and trust not," burst out Jack ; " rather than owe my pro-
motion to that bewigged old dandy, I'd go and keep a lighthouse."
"A most illiberal speech," said Temple. " I was about to employ a
stronger word, but still not stronger than my sense of its necessity."
" Remember, Temple," replied Jack, " I have no possible objection to
his being your patron. I only protest that he shan't be mine. , He may
make you something ordinary or extraordinary to-morrow, and I'll never
quarrel about it."
" I am grateful for the concession," said the other, bowing.
" If it was Lord Culduff that got you this step," said Colonel Bram-
leigh, "I must say nothing could be more delicate than his conduct; he
never so much as hinted to me that he had taken trouble in the matter."
"He is such a gentleman! " said Marion, with a very enthusiastic
emphasis on the word.
"Well, perhaps it's a very ignoble confession," said Nelly, "but I
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 387
frankly own I'd rather Jack owed his good fortune to his good fame than
t3 all the peers in the calendar."
"What pains Ellen takes," said Marion, "to show that her ideas of
life and the world are not those of the rest of us."
" She has me with her whenever she goes into the lobby," said Jack,
" or I'll pair with Temple, who is sure to be on the stronger side."
" Your censure I accept as a compliment," said Temple.
" And is this all our good news has done for us, — to set us exchanging
ti.rt speeches and sharp repartees with each other ? " said Colonel Bram-
kigh; "I declare it is a very ungracious way to treat pleasant tidings.
Go out boys, and see if you couldn't find some one to dine with us, and
wet Jack's commission, as they used to call it, long ago."
" We can have the L'Estranges and our amiable neighbour Captain
Craufurd," said Marion, "but I believe our Resources end with these."
"Why not look up the Frenchman you smashed some weeks ago,
Jack? " said Augustus ; " he ought to be about by this time, and it would
only be common decency to show him some attention." \
'" With all my heart. I'll do anything you like but talk French with
him. But where is he to be found ? "
" He stops with Longworth," said Augustus, " which makes the
matter awkward. Can we invite one without the other, and can we open
our acquaintance with Longworth by an invitation to dinner ? "
" Certainly not," chimed in Temple. " First acquaintance admits of
no breaches of etiquette. Intimacies may, and rarely too, forgive such."
" What luck to have such a pilot to steer us through the narrow
channel of proprieties," cried Jack, laughing.
" I think, too, it would be as well to remember," resumed Temple,
" that Lord Culduff is our guest, and to whatever accidents of acquaint-
ar ceship we may be ready to expose ourselves, we have no right to extend
these casualties to him"
"I suspect we are not likely to see his lordship to-day, at least ; he
has sent down his man to beg he may be excused from making his
appearance at dinner : a slight attack of gout confines him to his room,"
sa'd Marion.
" That's not the worst bit of news I've heard to-day," broke in Jack.
'Oining in that old cove's company is the next thing to being tried by
coirt-martial. I fervently hope he'll be on the sick list till I take my
departure."
" As to getting these people together to-day, it's out of the question,"
said Augustus. " Let us say Saturday next, and try what we can do."
This was agreed upon, Temple being deputed to ride over to Long-
wcrth's, leaving to his diplomacy to make what further advances events
se< med to warrant, — a trustful confidence in his tact to conduct a nice
ne jotiation being a flattery more than sufficient to recompense his trouble.
Jack and Nelly would repair to the cottage to secure the L'Estranges.
Criufurd could be apprised by a note.
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" Has Cutbill got the gout, too ? " asked Jack. " I have not seen
him this morning."
"No; that very cool gentleman took out my cob pony, Fritz, this
morning at daybreak," said Augustus, " saying he was off to the mines at
Lismaconnor, and wouldn't be back till evening."
" And do you mean to let such a liberty pass unnoticed ? " asked
Temple.
" A good deal will depend upon how Fritz looks after his journey. If
I see that the beast has not suffered, it is just possible I may content
myself with a mere intimation that I trust the freedom may not be
repeated."
" You told me Anderson offered you two hundred for that cob," broke
in Temple.
" Yes, and asked how mu*ch more would tempt me to sell him."
"If he were a peer of the realm, and took such a liberty with me, I'd
not forgive him," said Temple, as he arose and left the room in a burst
of indignation.
" I may say we are a very high-spirited family," said Jack gravely,
" and I'll warn the world not to try any familiarities with us."
"Come away, naughty boy," whispered Eleanor ; "you are always
trailing your coat for some one to stand upon."
" Tell me, Nelly," said he, as they took their way through the pine-
wood that led to the cottage, " tell me, Nelly, am I right or wrong in my
appreciation — for I really want to be just and fair in the matter — are we
Bramleighs confounded snobs ? "
The downright honest earnestness with which he put, the question made
her laugh heartily, and for some seconds left her unable to answer him.
" I half suspect that we may be, Jack," said she, still smiling.
" I'm certain of one thing," continued he in the same earnest tone,
" our distinguished guest deems us such. There is a sort of simpering
enjoyment of all that goes on around him, and a condescending approval of:
us that seems to say, ' Go on, you'll catch the tone yet. You're not doing
badly by any means.' He pushed me to the very limit of my patience
the other day with this, and I had to get up from luncheon and leave the
house to avoid being openly rude to him. Do you mind my lighting a
cigar, Nelly, for I have got myself so angry that I want a weed to calm
me down again ? "
"Let us talk of something else; for on this theme I'm not much
better tempered than yourself."
"There's a dear good girl," said he, drawing her towards him, and
kissing her cheek. " I'd have sworn you felt as I did about this old fop ;
and we must be arrant snobs, Nelly, or else his coming down amongst us
here would not have broken us all up, setting us exchanging sneers and
scoffs, and criticizing each other's knowledge of life. Confound the old
humbug ; let us forget him."
They walked along without exchanging a word for full ten minutes or
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more, till they reached the brow of the cliff, from which the pathway led
down to the cottage. "I wonder when I shall stand here again?" said
lie, pausing. " Not that I'm going on any hazardous service, or to meet
{= more formidable enemy than a tart flag-captain ; but the world has such
ttrange turns and changes, that a couple of years may do anything with a
man's destiny." £
" A couple of years may make you a post-captain, Jack ; and that will
i>e quite enough to change your destiny."
He looked affectionately towards her for a moment, and then turned
away to hide the emotion he could not master.
"And then, Jack," said she caressingly, "it will be a very happy day
that shall bring us to this spot again."
" Who knows, Nelly? " said he, with a degree of agitation that sur-
prised her. "I haven't told you that Julia and I had a quarrel the last
t me we met."
" A quarrel!"
" Well, it was something very like one. I told her there were things
about her manner, — certain ways she had, — that I didn't like ; and I
s 3oke very seriously to her on the subject. I didn't go beating about, but
said she was too much of a coquette."
"Oh, Jack!"
" It's all very well to be shocked, and cry out, * Oh, Jack ! ' but isn't
it true ? haven't you seen it yourself? hasn't Marion said some very
strange things about it?"
" My dear Jack, I needn't tell you that we girls are not always fair in
our estimates of each other, even when we think we are, — and it is not
always that we want to think so. Julia is not a coquette in any sense
tlat the word carries censure, and you were exceedingly wrong to tell her
she was."
" That's how it is ! " cried he, pitching his cigar away in impatience.
" There's a freemasonry amongst yauthat calls you all to arms the moment
oi.e is attacked. Isn't it open to a man to tell the girl he hopes to make
hi 3 wife that there are things in her manner he doesn't approve of and
would like changed ?"
" Certainly not ; at least it would require some nicer tact than yours
to approach such a theme with safety."
" Temple, perhaps, could do it," said he, sneeringly.
" Temple certainly'would not attempt it."
Jack made a gesture of impatience, and, as if desirous to change the
subject, said, " What's the matter with our distinguished guest ? Is he
ill,, that he won't dine below-stairs to-day ? "
" He calls it a slight return of his Greek fever, and begs to be excused
frcm presenting himself at dinner."
" He and Temple have been writing little three-cornered notes to each
other all the morning. I suppose it is diplomatic usage."
The tone of irritation he spoke in seemed to show that he was actually
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seeking for something to vent his anger upon, and trying to provoke some
word of contradiction or dissent ; but she was silent, and for some seconds
they walked on without speaking.
" Look ! " cried he, suddenly; " there goes Julia. Do you see her
yonder on the path up the cliff ; and who is that clambering after her ?
I'll be shot if it's not Lord Culduff."
" Julia has got her drawing-book, I see. They're on some sketching
excursion."
" He wasn't long in throwing off his Greek fever, eh ? " cried Jack,
indignantly. " It's cool, isn't it, to tell the people in whose house he is
stopping that he's too ill to 'dine with them, and then set out gallivanting
in this fashion."
" Poor old man ! " said she, in a tone of half scornful pity.
" Was I right about Julia now ? " cried he angrily. " I told you for
whose captivation all her little gracefulnesses were intended. I saw it the
first night he stood beside her at the piano. As Marion said, she is
determined to bring him down. She saw it as well as I did."
" What nonsense you are talking, Jack; as if Julia would con-
descend "
" There's no condescension, Nelly," he broke in. " The man is a
lord, and the woman he marries will be a peeress, and there's not another
country in Europe in which that word means as much. I take it we
needn't go on to the cottage now ? "
" I suppose we could scarcely overtake them ? "
" Overtake them ! Why should we try ? Even my tact, Nelly, that
you sneered at so contemptuously a while ago, would save me from such a
blunder. Come, let's go home and forget, if we can, all that we came about.
I at least will try and do so."
" My dear dear Jack, this is very foolish jealousy."
" I am not jealous, Nelly. I'm angry ; but it is with myself. I ought
to have known what humble pretensions mine were, and I ought to have
known how certainly a young lady, bred as young ladies are now-a-days,
would regard them — as less than humble ; but it all comes of this idle shore-
going good-for-nothing life. They'll not catch me at it again, that's all."
" Just listen to me patiently, Jack. Listen to me for one moment."
" Not for half a moment. I can guess everything you want to say to
me, and I tell you frankly, I don't care to hear it. Tell me whatever you
like to-morrow — " He tried to finish his speech, but his voice grew thick
and faltering, and he turned away and was silent.
They spoke little to each other as they walked homewards. A chance
remark on the weather, or the scenery, was all that passed till they reached
the little lawn before the door.
" You'll not forget your pledge, Jack, for to-morrow ? " said Ellen, as
he turned towards her before ascending the steps.
"I'll not forget it," said he coldly, and he moved off as he spoke, and
entered an alley of the shrubbery.
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CHAPTER XVHI.
A DULL DINNER.
THE family dinner on that day at Castello was somewhat dull. The
various attempts to secure a party for the ensuing Saturday, which had
been fixed on to celebrate Jack's promotion, had proved failures. When
Temple arrived at Longworth, he learned that the host and his guest were
from, home and not to return for some days — we have seen how it fared
as to the L'Estranges — so that the solitary success was Captain Craufurd,
a gentleman who certainly had not won the suffrages of the great house.
There were two vacant places besides at the table ; for butlers are
fond of recording, by napkins and covers, how certain of our friends
assume to treat us, and thus as it were contrast their own formal
observances of duty with the laxer notions of their betters.
" Lord Culduff is not able to dine with us," said Colonel Bramleigh,
making the apology as well to himself as to the company.
" No, papa," said Marion ; " he hopes to appear in the drawing-room
in the evening."
" If not too much tired by his long walk," broke in Jack.
" What walk are you dreaming of ? " asked Marion.
" An excursion he made this morning down the coast, sketching or
pretending to sketch. Nelly and I saw him clambering up the side of a
cliff "
" Oh, quite impossible ; you must be mistaken."
" No," said Nelly, " there was no mistake. I saw him as plainly as
I see you now ; besides, it is not in these wild regions so distinguished a
figure is like to find its counterpart."
"But why should he not take his walk? why not sketch, or amuse
himself in any way he pleased ? " asked Temple.
" Of course it was open to him to do so," said the colonel ; " only that
to excuse his absence he ought not to have made a pretext of being ill."
"I think men are 'ill' just as they are 'out,' " said Temple. "I
am ill if I am asked to do what is disagreeable to me, as I am out to the
visit of a bore."
" So that to dine with us was disagreeable to Lord Culduff? " asked
Jack.
" It was evidently either an effort to task his strength, or an occasion
which called for more exertion than he felt equal to," said Temple,
pompously.
" By Jove ! " cried Jack, " I hope I'll never be a great man ! I trust
sincerely I may never arrive at that eminence in which it will task my
3nergies to eat my dinner and chat with the people on either side of me."
" Lord Culduff converses : he does not chat ; please to note the
listinction, Jack."
" That's like telling me he doesn't walk but he swaggers."
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It was fortunate at this moment, critical enough as regarded the
temper of all parties, that Mr. Cutbill entered, full of apologies for being
late, and bursting to recount the accidents that befell him and all the
incidents of his day. A quick glance around the table assured him of
Lord CuldufFs absence, and it was evident from the sparkle of his eye
that the event was not disagreeable to him.
" Is my noble friend on the sick list ? " asked he with a smile.
" Indisposed," said Temple, with the air of one who knew the value
of a word that was double -shotted.
" I've got news that will soon rally him," continued Cutbill.' " They've
struck a magnificent vein this morning, and within eighty yards of the
surface. Plmmys, the Welsh inspector, pronounced it good Cardiff, and
says, from the depth of l the load ' that it must go a long way."
" Harding did not give me as encouraging news yesterday," said
Colonel Bramleigh with a dubious smile.
"My tidings date from this morning, — yesterday was the day before
the battle ; besides, what does Harding know about coal ? "
" He knows a little about everything," said Augustus.
" That makes all the difference. What people want is not the men who
know things currently, but know them well and thoroughly. Eh, captain,"
said he to Jack, " what would you say to popular notions about the navy ? '
. " Cutty's right," said Jack. " Amateurship is all humbug."
" Who is Longworth ? " asked Cutbill. " Philip Longworth ? "
" A neighbour of ours ; we are not acquainted, but we know that there
is such a person," said Colonel Bramleigh.
"He opines," continued Cutbill, " that this vein of ours runs direct
from his land, and I suspect he's not wrong ; and he wants to know what
we mean to do — he'll either sell or buy. He came over this morning to
Kilmannock with a French friend, and we took our breakfast together.
Nice fellows both of them, and wide awake, too, especially the Frenchman.
He was with Lesseps in Egypt, in what capacity I couldn't find out ; but
I see he's a shrewd fellow."
" With Lesseps," said Colonel Bramleigh, showing a quicker and
more eager interest than before, for his lawyer had told him that the
French claimant to his property had been engaged on the works of the
Suez Canal.
" Yes ; he spoke as if he knew Lesseps well, and talked of the whole-
undertaking like one who understood it."
" And what is he doing here ? "
" Writing a book, I fancy; an Irish tour — one of those mock-senti-
mentalities, with bad politics and false morality, Frenchmen ventilate
about England. He goes poking into the cabins and asking the people
about their grievances ; and now he says he wants to hear the other side,
and learn what the gentlemen say."
" We'll have to ask him over here," said Colonel Bramleigh coolly, as
if the thought had occurred to him then for the first time.
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" He'll amuse you, I promise you," said Cutbill.
" I'd like to meet him," said Jack. " I had the ill-luck to bowl him
over in the hunting- field, and cost him a broken leg. I'd like to make all
the excuses in my power to him."
" He bears no malice about it ; he said it was all his own fault, and
that you did your best to pick him up, but your horse bolted with you."
" Let's have him to dinner by all means," said Augustus ; " and now
that Temple has made a formal visit, I take it we might incite him by a
polite note."
" You must wait till he returns the call," said Marion stiffly.
" Not if we want to show a courteous desire to make his acquaintance,"
said Temple. " Attentions can be measured as nicely and as minutely as
medicaments."
11 All I say," said Jack, " is, have him soon, or I may chance to miss
him ; and I'm rather curious to have a look at him."
Colonel Bramleigh turned a full look at Jack, as though his words had
some hidden meaning in them, but the frank and easy expression of the
sailor's face reassured him at once.
"I hope the fellow won't put us in his book," said Temple. "You
are never quite safe with these sort of people."
" Are we worth recording ? " asked Jack with a laugh.
Temple was too indignant to make any 'answer, and Cutbill went on.
" The authorship is only a suspicion of mine, remember. It was from
seeing him constantly jotting down little odds and ends in his note-book
that I came to that conclusion ; and Frenchmen are not much given to
minute inquiries if they have not some definite object in view."
Again was Bramleigh's attention arrested, but as before, he saw that
the speaker meant no more than the words in their simplest acceptance
conveyed.
A violent ringing of the door-bell startled the company, and after a
moment's pause of expectancy, a servant entered to say, that a Government
messenger had arrived with some important despatches for Lord Culduff,
which required personal delivery and acceptance.
" Will you step up, Mr. Cutbill, and see if his lordship is in his
room?"
" I'll answer for it he's not," said Jack to his father.
Cutbill rose, however, and went on his mission, but instead of returning
to the dining-room it was perceived that he proceeded to find the messenger,
and conduct him upstairs.
" Well, Nelly," said Marion, in a whisper, " what do you say now, is
it so certain that it was Lord Culduff you saw this morning ? "
" I don't know what to make of it. I was fully as sure as Jack was."
" I'll wager he's been offered Paris," said Temple, gravely.
" Offered Paris ? " cried Jack ; " what do you mean ? "
" I mean the embassy, of course," replied he contemptuously. "^With-
out," added he, " they want him in the Cabinet."
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" And is it really by men like this, the country is governed ? " said
Nelly, with a boldness that seemed the impulse of indignation.
."I'm afraid so," said Marion scornfully. "Mr. Canning and Lord
Palmerston were men very like this, — were they not, Temple '? "
"Precisely; Lord Culduff is exactly of the same order, however
humble the estimate Ellen may form of such people."
" I'm all impatience for the news," said Augustus. " I wish Cutbill
would come down at once."
" I'll take the odds that he goes to F. 0.," said Temple.
" What the deuce could he do in China ? " cried Jack, whose ear had
led him into a cruel blunder.
Temple scarcely smiled at what savoured of actual irreverence, and
added, " If so, I'll ask to be made private secretary."
" Mr. Temple, sir, his lordship would be glad to see you upstairs for a
moment," said a footman, entering. And Temple arose and left the room,
with a pride that might have accompanied him if summoned to a cabinet
council.
"More mysteries of State," cried Jack. "I declare, girls, the atmo-
sphere of political greatness is almost suffocating me. I wonder how
Cutty stands it!"'
A general move into the drawing-room followed this speech, and as Jack
sauntered in he slipped his arm within Nelly's and led her towards a
window. " I can't bear this any longer, Nelly, — I must trip my anchor
and move away. I'd as soon be lieutenant to a port admiral as live here.
You're all grown too fine for me."
" That's not it at all, Jack," said she, smiling. " I see how you've
been trying to bully yourself by bullying us this hour back ; but it will be
all right to-moiTOw. We'll go over to the cottage after breakfast."
" You may ; Til not, I promise you,"- said he, blushing deeply.
" Yes, you will, my dear Jack," said she, coaxingly ; " and you'll be
the first to laugh at your own foolish jealousy besides, — if Julia is not too
angry with you to make laughing possible."
" She may be angry or pleased, it's all one to me now," said he
passionately. " When I told her she was a coquette, I didn't believe it ;
but, by Jove, she has converted me to the opinion pretty quickly."
" You're a naughty boy, and you're in a bad humour, and I'll say no
more to you now."
" Say it now, I advise you, if you mean to say it," said he shortly ;
but she laughed at his serious face, and turned away without speaking.
" Isn't the cabinet council sitting late ? " asked Augustus of Marion.
" They have been nigh two hours in conference."
" I take it it must be something of importance," replied she.
" Isn't Cutbill in it ? " asked Augustus, mockingly.
" I saw Mr. Cutbill go down the avenue, with his cigar in his mouth,
just after we came into the drawing-room."
" I'U go and try to pump him," said Jack. " One might do a grant!
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thing on the Stock Exchange if he could get at State secrets like these."
And as Jack went out a silence fell over the party, only broken by the
heavy breathing of Colonel Bramleigh as he slept behind his newspaper.
At last the door opened gently, and Temple moved quietly across the
room, and tapping his father on the shoulder, whispered something in his
ear. "What — eh?" cried Colonel Bramleigh, waking up. "Did you
say ' out ' ? " Another whisper ensued, and the colonel arose and left the
room, followed by Temple.
" Isn't Temple supremely diplomatic to-night ? " said Nelly.
"I'm certain he is behaving with every becoming reserve and
decorum," said Marion, in a tone of severe rebuke.
When Colonel Bramleigh entered the library, Temple closed and
locked the door, and in a voice of some emotion said, " Poor Lord
Culduff; it's a dreadful blow. I don't know how he'll bear up
against it."
" I don't understand it," said Bramleigh, peevishly. " What's this
about a change of Ministry and a dissolution ? Did you tell me the
Parliament was dissolved ? "
" No, sir. I said that a dissolution was probable. The Ministry
have been sorely pressed in the Lords about Culduff' s appointment, and a
motion to address the Crown to cancel it has only been met by a majority
of three. So small a victory amounts to a defeat, and the Premier writes
to beg Lord Culduff will at once send in his resignation, as the only means
to save the party."
" Well, if it's the only thing to do, why not do it ? "
" Culduff takes a quite different view of it. He says that to retire is
to abdicate his position in public life ; that it was Lord Kigglesworth's
duty to stand by a colleague to the last ; that every Minister makes it a
point of honour to defend a subordinate ; and that "
" I only half follow you. What was the ground of the attack ? Had
he fallen into any blunder — made any serious mistake ? "
" Nothing of the kind, sir ; they actually complimented his abilities,
and spoke of his rare capacity. It was one of those bursts of hypocrisy
we have every now and then in public life, to show the world how virtuous
we are. They raked up an old story of thirty years ago of some elopement
or other, and affected to see in this escapade a reason against his being
employed to represent the Crown."
"I'm not surprised — not at all surprised. There is a strong moral
feeling in the heart of the nation, that no man, however great his abilities,
can outrage with impunity."
" If they dealt with him thus hardly in the Lords, we can fancy how
he will be treated in the Lower House, where Bigby Norton has given
notice of a motion respecting his appointment. As Lord Bigglesworth
writes, ' B. N. has got up your whole biography, and is fully bent on
making you the theme of one of his amusing scurrilities. Is it wise, is it
safe to risk this ? He'll not persevere, — he could not persevere, — in his
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motion, if you send in your resignation. We could not — at least so Gore,
our whip, says — be sure of a majority were we to divide ; and even a
majority of, say thirty, to proclaim you moral, would only draw the whole
press to open your entire life, and make the world ring with your, I
suppose, veiy common and every-day iniquities.' "
"I declare I do not see what can be alleged against this advice. It
seems to me most forcible and irrefragable."
' ' Very forcible, as regards the position of the Cabinet ; but, as Lord
Culduff says, ruin, positive ruin to him."
" Ruin of his own causing."
Temple shrugged his shoulders in a sort of contemptuous impatience ;
the sentiment was one not worth a reply.
" At all events, has he any other course open to him ? "
"He thinks he has; at least, he thinks that, with your help and
co-operation, there may be another course. The attack is to come from
below the gangway on the Opposition side. It was to sit with these men
you contested a county, and spent nigh twenty thousand pounds. You
have great claims on the party. You know them all personally, and have
much influence with them. Why, then, not employ it in his behalf? "
" To suppress the motion, you mean ?"
Temple nodded.
" They'd not listen to it, not endure it for a moment. Norton wouldn't
give up an attack for which he had prepared himself, if he were to find
out in the interval that the object of it was an angel. As I heard him
say one day at 'the Reform,' ' Other men have their specialities. One fellow
takes sugar, one the malt-duties, one Servia, or may be, Ireland ; my
line is a good smashing personality. Show me a fellow — of course I
mean a political opponent — who has been giving himself airs as a colonial
governor, or " swelling " it as a special envoy at a foreign court, and if I
don't find something in his despatches to exhibit him as a false prophet,
a dupe, or a blunderer, and if I can't make the House laugh at him, don't
call me Rigby Norton.' He knows he does these things better than any
man in England, and he does them in a spirit that never makes him an
enemy."
" Culduff says that N. is terribly hard up. He was hit heavily at
Goodwood, and asked for time to pay."
" Just what he has been doing for the last twenty years. There are
scores of ships that no underwriters would accept making safe voyages
half across the globe. No, no, he'll rub on for many a day in the same
fashion. Besides, if he shouldn't, what then ? "
Temple made a significant gesture with his thumb in the palm of his hand.
" That's all your noble friend knows about England, then. See what
comes of a man passing his life among foreigners. I suppose a Spanish
or an Italian deputy mightn't give much trouble, nor oppose any
strenuous resistance to such a dealing ; but it won't do here — it will not."
" Lord Culduff knows the world as well as most men, sir."
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" Yes, one world, I'm sure he does ! A world of essenced old dandies
and painted dowagers, surrounded by thieving lacqueys and cringing
followers ; where everything can be done by bribery, and nothing without
it. But that's not England, I'm proud to say ; nor will it be, I hope, for
many a day to come."
" I wish, sir, you could be induced to give your aid to Culduff in this
matter. I need not say what an influence it would exert over my own
fortunes."
"You must win your way, Temple, by your own merits," said he
haughtily. "I'd be ashamed to think that a son of mine owed any share
of his success in life to ignoble acts or backstairs influence. Go back and
tell Lord Culduff from me, that so far as I know it, Lord Kigglesworth's
advice is my own. No wise man ever courts a public scandal ; and he
would be less than wise to confront one, with the certainty of being over-
whelmed by it."
" Will you see him, sir ? Will you speak to him yourself ? "
" I'd rather not. It would be a needless pain to each of us."
"I suspect he means to leave this to-night."
" Not the worst thing he could do."
" But you'll see him, to say good-by ? "
" Certainly; and all the more easily if we have no conversation in the
meanwhile. Who's that knocking ? Is the door locked ? "
Temple hastened to open the door, and found Mr. Cutbill begging to
have five minutes' conversation with Colonel Bramleigh.
" Leave us together, Temple, and tell Marion to send me in some tea.
You'll have tea, too, won't you, Mr. Cutbill ?"
" No, thank you ; I'll ask for wine and water later. At present I want
a little talk with you. Our noble friend has got it hot and heavy," said
he, as Temple withdrew, leaving Bramleigh and himself together; "but
it's nothing to what will come out when Norton brings it before the House.
I suppose there hasn't been such a scandal for years as he'll make of it."
"I declare, Mr. Cutbill, as long as the gentleman continues my guest,
I'd rather avoid than invite any discussion of his antecedents," said
Bramleigh pompously.
" All very fine, if you could stop the world from talking of them."
' ' My son has just been with me, and I have said to him, sir, as I
have now repeated to you, that it is a theme I will not enter upon."
" You won't, won't you ?"
" No, sir, I will not."
" The more fool you, then, that's all."
"What, sir, am I to be told this to my face, under my own roof?
Can you presume to address these words to me ?"
" I meant nothing offensive. You needn't look like a turkey-cock.
All the gobble-gobble in the world wouldn't frighten me. I came in here
in a friendly spirit. I was handsomely treated in this house, and I'd like
to make a return for it ; that's why I'm here, Bramleigh."
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" You will pardon me if I do not detect the friendliness yon speak of
in the words you have just uttered."
" Perhaps I was a little too blunt — a little too — what shall I call it ? —
abrupt ; but what I wanted to say was this : here's the nicest opportunity
in the world, not only to help a lame dog over the stile, but to make a
good hound of him afterwards."
" I protest, sir, I cannot follow you. Your bluntness, as you call it,
was at least intelligible."
" Don't be in a passion. Keep cool, and listen to me. If this motion
is made about Culduff, and comes to a debate, there will be such stories
told as would smash forty reputations. I'd like to see which of us would
come well out of a biography, treated as a party attack in the House of
Commons. At all events he couldn't face it. Stand by him, then, and get
him through it. Have patience ; just hear what I have to say. The thing
can be done ; there's eight days to come before it can be brought on. I
know the money-lender has three of Norton's acceptances — for heavy
sums, two of them. Do you see now what I'm driving at ? "
" I may possibly see so much, sir, but I am unable to see why I should
move in the matter."
" I'll show you, then. The noble viscount is much smitten by a
certain young lady upstairs, and intends to propose for her. Yes, I know
it, and I'll vouch for it. Your eldest daughter may be a peeress, and
though the husband isn't very young, neither is the title. I think he said
he was the eighth lord — seventh or eighth, I'm not sure which — and taking
the rank and the coal-mine together, don't you think she might do worse ? "
" I will say, sir, that frankness like yours I've never met before."
" That's the very thing I'd like to hear you say of me. There's no
quality I pride myself on so much as my candour."
" You have ample reason, sir."
" I feel it. I know it. Direct lines and a wide gauge — I mean in
the way of liberality — that's my motto. I go straight to my terminus,
wherever it is."
" It is not every man can make his profession the efficient ally of his
morality."
" An engineer can, and there's nothing so like life as a new line of
railroad. But to come back. You see now how the matter stands. If
the arrangement suits you, the thing can be done."
" You have a very business-like way of treating these themes."
" If I hadn't, I couldn't treat them at all. What I say to myself is,
Will it pay ? first of all, and secondly, How much will it pay ? And that's the
one test for everything. Have the divines a more telling argument against
a life of worldliness and self-indulgence than when they ask, Will it pay ?
We contract for everything, even for going to heaven."
" If I could hope to rival your eminently practical spirit, Mr. Cutbill,
I'd ask how far — to what extent — has Lord Culduff made you the confidant
of his intentions?"
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" You mean, has lie sent me here this evening to make a proposal to
you ? ",
"No, not exactly that; but has he intimated, has he declared — for
intimation wouldn't suffice — has he declared his wish to be allied to my
family."
" He didn't say, ' Cutbill, go down and make a tender in my name for
her,' if you mean that."
" I opine not, sir," said Bramleigh haughtily.
" But when I tell you it's all right," said Cutbill, with one of his most
knowing looks, " I think that ought to do."
" I take it, sir, that you mean courteously and fairly by me. I feel
certain that you have neither the wish nor the intention to pain me, but I
am forced to own that you import into questions of a delicate nature a
spirit of commercial profit and loss, which makes all discussion of them
harsh and disagreeable. This is not, let me observe to you, a matter of
coal or a new cutting on a railroad."
" And are you going to tell Tom Cutbill that out of his own line of
business — when he isn't up to his knees in earthworks, and boring a
tunnel — that he's a fool and a nincompoop ? "
" I should be sorry to express such a sentiment."
" Ay, or feel it ; why don't you say that ? "
" I will go even so far, sir, and say I should be sorry to feel it."
" That's enough. No offence meant, none is taken. Here's how
it is now. Authorize me to see Joel about those bills of Norton's. Give
me what the French call a carte blanche to negotiate, and I'll promise you
I'll not throw your ten-pound notes away. Not that it need ever come
to ten pound notes, for Rigby does these things for the pure fun of them,
and if any good fellow drops in on him of a morning, and says, ' Don't
raise a hue and cry about that poor beggar,' or ' Don't push that fellow
over the cliff,' he's just the man to say, ' Well, I'll not go on. I'll let
it stand over,' or he'll even get up and say, ' When I asked leave to put
this question to the right honourable gentleman, I fully believed in the
authentic character of the information in my possession. I have, however,
since then discovered ' — this, that, and the other. Don't you know how
these things always finish ? There's a great row, a great hubbub, and
the man that retracts is cheered by both sides of the House."
" Suppose, then, he withdraws his motion, — what then ? The discus-
sion in the Lords remains on record, and the mischief, so far as Lord
Culduff is concerned, is done."
" I know that. He'll not have his appointment ; he'll take his pension
and wait. What he says is this, ' There are only three diplomatists in all
England, and short of a capital felony, any of the three may do anything.
I have only to stand out and sulk,' says he, ' and they'll be on their knees
to me yet.' "
> " He yields, then, to a passing hurricane," said Bramleigh, pompously.
" Just so. He's taking shelter under an archway till he can caJl a
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Hansom. Now you have the whole case ; and as talking is dry work,
might I ring for a glass of sherry and seltzer ?"
" By all means. I am ashamed not to have thought of it before. This
is a matter for much thought and deliberation," said Brarnleigh, as the
servant withdrew after bringing the wine. It is too eventful a step to be
taken suddenly."
"If not done promptly it can't be done at all. A week isn't a long
tune to go up to town and get through a very knotty negotiation. Joel
isn't a common money-lender, like Drake or Downie. You can't go to his
office except on formal business. If you want to do a thing in the way of1
accommodation with him, you'll have to take him down to the ' Ship,' and
give him a nice little fish dinner, with the very best Sauterne you can find ;
and when you're sitting out on the balcony over the black mud, — the
favourite spot men smoke their cheroots in,- — then open your business ;
and though he knows well it was all ' a plant,' he'll not resent it, but take it
kindly and well." •
" I am certain that so nice a negotiation could not be in better hands
than yours, Mr. Cutbill."
" Well, perhaps I might say without vanity, it might be in worse. So
much for that part of the matter ; now, as to the noble viscount himself.
I am speaking as a man of the world to another man of the world, and
speaking in confidence too. You don't join in that hypocritical cant
against Culduff, because he had once in his life been what they call a man
of gallantry ? I mean, Bramleigh, that you don't go in for that outrageous
humbug of spotless virtue, and the rest of it ? "
Bramleigh smiled, and as he passed his hand over his mouth to hide a
laugh, the twinkle of his eyes betrayed him.
" I believe I am old enough to know that one must take the world as
it is pleased to present itself," said he cautiously.
" And not want to think it better or worse than it really is ? " •
Bramleigh nodded assent.
" Now we understand each other, as I told you the other evening we
were sure to do when we had seen more of each other. Culduff isn't a
saint, but he's a Peer of Parliament ; he isn't young, but he has an old
title, and if I'm not much mistaken, he'll make a pot of money out of
this mine. Such a man has only to go down into the Black Country or
amongst the mills, to have his choice of some of the best-looking girls in
England, with a quarter of a million of money ; isn't that fact ?"
4 c It is pretty like it."
" So that, on the whole, I'll say this is a good thing, Bramleigh, — a
right good thing. As Wishart said the other night in the House, ' A new
country,' — speaking of the States, — ' a new country wants alliances with
old States ; ' so a new family wants connection with the old historic
houses."
Colonel Bramleigh's face grew crimson, but he coughed to keep down
his rising indignation, and slightly bowed his head.
THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 401
" You know as well as I do, that the world has only two sorts of people,
nobs and snobs ; one has no choice, — if you're not one, you must be the
other."
"And yet, sir, men of mind and intellect have written about the
nntitled nobility of England."
" Silver without the hall-mark, Bramleigh, won't bring six shillings an
ounce, just because nobody can say how far it's adulterated ; it's the same
with people."
" Your tact, sir, is on a par with your wisdom."
" And perhaps you haven't a high opinion of either," said Cutbill, with
a laugh that showed he felt no irritation whatever. " But look here,
Iramleigh, this will never do. If there's nothing but blarney or banter
b3tween us we'll never come to business. If you agree to what I've been
proposing, — you have only me to deal with, the noble lord isn't in the
gime at all, — he'll leave this to-night, — it's right and proper he should ;
he'll go up to the mines for a few days, and amuse himself with quartz
a id red sandstone ; and when I write or telegraph, — most likely telegraph,
1 the thing is safe ; ' he'll come back here and make his proposal in all
form."
" I am most willing to give my assistance to any project that may
rescue Lord Culduff from this unpleasant predicament. Indeed, having
n yself experienced some of the persecution which political hatred can
crurry into private life, I feel a sort of common cause with him ; but I
protest at the same time — distinctly protest — against anything like a
pledge as regards his lordship's views towards one of my family. I mean
I give no promise."
"I see," said Cutbill, with a look of intense cunning. "You'll do
the money part. Providence will take charge of the rest. Isn't that it ? "
" Mr. Cutbill, you occasionally push my patience pretty hard. What
I said, I said seriously and advisedly."
" Of course. Now then, give me a line to your banker to acknowledge
rr;y draft up to a certain limit, say five hundred. I think five ought to
do it."
" It's a smart sum, Mr. Cut Dill."
" The article's cheap at the money. Well, well, I'll not anger you.
Trrite me the order, and let me be off."
Bramleigh sat down at his table, and wrote off a short note to his
ji nior partner in the bank, which he sealed and addressed, and handing it
tc Cutbill said, " This will credit you to the amount you spoke of. It will be
advanced to you as a loan without interest, to be repaid within two years."
" All right ; the thought of repayment will never spoil my night's rest.
I only wish all my debts would give me as little trouble."
" You ought to have none, Mr. Cutbill ; a man of your abilities, at the
tc p of a great profession, and with a reputation second to none, should, if
ho were commonly prudent, have ample means at his disposal."
11 But that's the thing I am not, Bramleigh. I'm not one of your safe
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fellows. I drive my engine at speed, even where the line is shaky and the
rails ill laid. Good-by ; niy respects to the ladies ; tell Jack, if he's in
town within the week to look me up at Lirnmers." He emptied the
sherry into a tumbler as he spoke, drank it off, and left the room.
CHAPTER XIX.
A DEPARTURE.
SOME days had gone over since the scene just recorded in our last chapter,
and the house at Castello presented a very different aspect from its late
show of movement and pleasure.
Lord Culduff, on the pretence of his presence being required at the
mines, had left on the same night that Cutbill took his departure for
England. On the morning after Jack also went away. He had passed
the night writing and burning letters to Julia; for no sooner had he
finished an epistle, than he found it too cruel, too unforgiving, too un-
feeling by half; and when he endeavoured to moderate his just anger, he
discovered signs of tenderness in his reproaches that savoured of sub-
mission. It would not be quite fair to be severe on Jack's failures, trying
as he was to do what has puzzled much wiser and craftier heads than his.
To convey all the misery he felt at parting from her with a just measure of
reproach for her levity towards him, to mete out his love and his anger in
due doses, to say enough, but never too much, and finally to let her know
that, though he went off in a huff, it was to carry her image in his heart
through all his wanderings, never forgetting her for a moment, whether he
was carrying despatches to Cadiz or coaling at Malta — to do all these, I
say, becomingly and well, was not an easy task, and especially for one who
would rather have been sent to cut out a frigate under the guns of a
fortress than indite a despatch to " my Lords of the Admiralty."
From the short sleep which followed all his abortive attempts at a
letter he was awakened by his servant telling him it was time to dress and
be off. Drearier moments there are not In life than those which herald hi
a departure of a dark morning in winter; ^ith the rain swooping in vast
sheets against the window-panes, and the cold blast whistling through the
leafless trees. Never do the candles seem to throw so little light as these
do now through the dreary room, all littered and disordered by the prepa-
rations for the road. What fears and misgivings beset one at such a
moment ! What reluctance to go, and what a positive sense of fear one
feels, as though the journey were a veritable leap in the dark, and that the
whole fortunes of a life were dependent on that instant of resolution.
Poor Jack tried to battle with such thoughts as these by reminding
- him5G.u 01 his duty and the calls of the service ; he asked himself again
and again, if it were out of such vacillating, wavering materials, a sailor's
heart should be fashioned ? was this the stuff that made Nelsons or Colling-
woods ? And though there was but little immediate prospect of a career of
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distinction, his sense of duty taught him to feel that the routine life of
peace was a greater trial to a man's patience than all the turmoil and bustle
oj' active service.
" The more I x>ling to remain here," muttered he, as he descended the
stairs, " the more certain am I that it's pure weakness and folly."
" What's that you are muttering about weakness and folly, Jack?"
sdd Nelly, who had got up to see him off, and give him the last kiss before
ho departed.
" How comes it you are here, Nelly ? Get back to your bed, girl, or
you'll catch a terrible cold."
" No, no, Jack; I'm well shawled and muffled. I wanted to saygood-
by once more. Tell me what it was you were saying about weakness and
folly."
" I was assuring myself that my reluctance to go away was nothing less
than folly. I was trying to persuade myself that the best thing I could do
w;ts to be off; but I won't say I succeeded."
" But it is, Jack ; rely on it, it is. You are doing the right thing ; and
if I say so, it is with a heavy heart, for I shall be very lonely after you."^
Passing his arm around her waist, he walked with her up and down
the great spacious hall, their slow footsteps echoing in the silent house.
"If my last meeting with her had not been such as it was, Nelly,"
said he, falteiingly; "if we had not parted in anger, I think I could go
with a lighter heart."
" But don't you know Julia well enough to know that these little storms
of temper pass away so rapidly that they never leave a trace behind them ?
Sl.e was angry, not because you found fault with her, but because she
tluught you had suffered yourself to be persuaded she was in the wrong."
" What do I care for these subtleties ? She ought to have known that
when a man loves a girl as I love her, he has a right to tell her frankly if
tli3re's anything in her manner he is dissatisfied with."
" He has no such right ; and if he had, he ought to be very careful how
he exercised it."
" And why so ? "
" Just because %-ult-finding is not love-making."
" So that, no matter what he saw that he disliked or disapproved of,
he ought to bear it all rather than risk the chance of his remonstrance
being ill-taken?"
" Not that, Jack ; but he ought to take time and opportunity to make
th ) same remonstrance. You don't go down to the girl you are in love
wi h, and call her to account as you would summon a dockyard man or
a rigger for something that was wrong with your frigate." :
" Take an illustration from something you know better, Nelly, for I'd
do nothing of the kind ; but if I saw what, in the conduct or even in the
ms nner of the girl I was in love with, I wouldn't stand if she were my
wii'e, it will be hard to convince me that I oughtn't to tell her of it."
" As I said before, Jack, the telling is a matter of time and opportunity.
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Of all the jealousies in the world there is none as inconsiderate as that of
lovers towards the outer world. Whatever change either may wish for in
the other must never come suggested from without."
" And didn't I tell her she was wrong in supposing that it was Marion
made me see her coquetry ? "
" That you thought Marion had no influence over your judgment she
might believe readily enough, but 'girls have a keener insight into each other
than you are aware of, and she was annoyed — and she was right to be
annoyed — that in your estimate of her there should enter anything, the
very smallest, that could bespeak the sort of impression a woman might
have conveyed."
"Nelly, all this is too deep for me. If Julia cared for me as I
believed she had, she'd have taken what I said in good part. Didn't I
give up smoking of a morning, except one solitary cheroot after breakfast,
when she asked me ? Who ever saw me take a nip of brandy of a fore-
noon since that day she cried out, ' Shame, Jack, don't do that ? ' And
do you think I wasn't as fond of my weed and my glass of schnaps as
ever she was of all those little airs and graces she puts on to make fools
of men?"
" Carriage waiting, sir," said a servant, entering with a mass of cloaks
and rugs on his arm.
" Confound the carriage and the journey too," muttered he below his
breath. " Look here, Nelly, if you are right, and I hope with all my
heart you are, I'll not go."
" That would be ruin, Jack ; you must go."
* What do I care for the service ? A good seaman — a fellow that
knows how to handle a ship — need never want for employment. I'd just
as soon be a skipper as wear a pair of swabs on my shoulders and be
sworn at by some crusty old rear-admiral for a stain on my quarter-deck.
I'll not go, Nelly ; tell Ned to take off the trunks ; I'll stay where I am."
" Oh, Jack, I implore you not to wreck your whole fortune in life. It
is just because Julia loves you that you are bound to show yourself worthy
of her. You know how lucky you were to get this chance. You said only
yesterday it was the finest station in the whole world. Don't lose it, like
a dear fellow, — don't do what will be the embitterment of your entire life,
the loss of your rank, and — the " She stopped as she was about
to add something still stronger.
" I'll go then, Nelly ; don't cry about it; if you sob that way I'll make
a fool of myself. Pretty sight for the flunkies, to see a sailor crying,
wouldn't it ? all because he had to join his ship. I'll go then at once.
I suppose you'll see her to-day, or to-morrow at farthest ? "
" I'm not sure, Jack. Marion said something about hunting parsons,
I believe, which gave George such deep pain that he wouldn't come here
on Wednesday. Julia appears to be more annoyed than George, and in
fact for the moment we have quarantined each other."
" Isn't this too bad ?" cried he passionately.
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<i Of course it is too bad ; but it's only a passing cloud ; and by the
tirae I shall write to you it will have passed away."
Jack clasped her affectionately in his arms, kissed her twice, and
sprang into the carriage, and drove away with a full heart indeed; but
ah:o with the fast assurance that his dear sister would watch over his
interests, and not forget him.
That dark drive went over like a hideous dream. He heard the wind
and the rain, the tramp of the horses' feet and the splash of the wheels
along the miry road, but he never fully realized where he was or how he
came there. The first bell was ringing as he drove into the station, and
thiTe was but little time to get down his luggage and secure his ticket.
Ho asked for a coupe, that he might be alone ; and being known as one
of the great family at Castello, the obsequious station-master hastened
to instal him at once. On opening the door, however, it was discovered
tin it another traveller had already deposited a great coat and a rug in one
corner.
" Give yourself no trouble, Captain Bramleigh," said the official in a
lov voice. " I'll just say the coupe is reserved, and we'll put him into
another compartment. Take these traps, Bob," cried he to a porter,
" and put them into a first-class."
Scarcely was the order given when two figures, moving out of the
dark, approached; and one, with a slightly foreign accent, but in admirable
English, said, " What are you doing there ? I have taken that place."
"Yes," cried his friend, "this gentleman secured the coupe on the
moment of his arrival."
" Very sorry, sir — extremely sorry ; but the coupe was reserved —
specially reserved."
" My friend has paid for that place," said the last speaker; " and I
car only say, if I were he, I'd not relinquish it."
" Don't bother yourself about it," whispered Jack. " Let him have
his place. I'll take the other corner ; and there's an end of it."
" If you'll allow me, Captain Bramleigh," said the official, who was
nov touched to the quick on that sore point, a question of his department ;
" if you'll allow me, I think I can soon settle this»matter."
" But I will not allow you, sir," said Jack, his sense of fairness already
out -aged by the whole procedure. " He has as good a right to his place
as I have to mine. Many thanks for your trouble. Good-by." And so
saying he stepped in.
The foreigner still lingered in earnest converse with his friend, and
only mounted the steps as the train began to move. "Abientot, cher
Phi ippe," he cried, as the door was slammed, and the next instant they
wers gone.
The little incident which had preceded their departure had certainly
not conduced to any amicable disposition between them, and each, after a
side long glance at the other, ensconced himself more completely within his
wra ppings, and gave himself up to either silence or sleep.
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Some thirty miles of the journey had rolled over, and it was now day,
— dark and dreary indeed, — when Jack awoke and found the carriage pretty
thick with smoke. There is a sort of freemasonry in the men of tobacco,
which never fails them, and they have a kind of instinctive guess of a
stranger from the mere character of his weed. On the present occasion
Jack recognized a most exquisite Havanna odour, and turned furtively to see
the smoker.
"I ought to have asked," said the stranger, "if this was disagreeable
to you, but you were asleep, and I did not like to disturb you."
"Not in the least, I am a smoker too," said Jack, as he drew forth his
case and proceeded to strike a light.
" Might I offer you one of mine ? — they are not bad," said the other,
proffering his case.
" Thanks," said Jack ; " my tastea are too vulgar for Cubans. Birds-
eye, dashed with strong Cavendish, is what I like."
' ' I have tried that too, as I have tried everything English, but the
same sort of half success follows me through all."
" If your knowledge of the language be the measure, I'd say you've not
much to complain of. I almost doubt whether you are a foreigner."
" I was born in Italy," said the other cautiously, "and never in England
till a few weeks ago."
" I'm afraid," said Jack, with a smile, "I did not impress you very
favourably as regards British politeness, when we met this morning ; but I
was a little out of spirits. I was leaving home, not very likely to see it
again for some time, and I wanted to be alone."
" I am greatly grieved not to have known this. I should never have
thought of intruding."
" But there was no question of intruding. It was your right that you
asserted, and no more."
"Half the harsh things that we see in life are done merely by
asserting a right," said the other in a deep and serious voice.
Jack had little taste for what took the form of a reflection : to his
apprehension, it was own brother of a sermon ; and warned by this sample
of his companion's humour, he muttered a broken sort of assent and was
silent. Little passed between them till they met at the dinner-table, and
then they only interchanged a few commonplace remarks. On their reaching
their destination, they took leave of each other courteously, but half form-
ally, and drove off their several ways.
Almost the first man, however, that Jack met, as he stepped on
board the mail-packet for Holyhead, was his fellow-traveller of the rail.
This time they met cordially, and after a few words of greeting they
proceeded to walk the deck together like old acquaintances.
, Though the night was fresh and sharp there was a bright moon, and
they both felt reluctant to go below, where a vast crowd of passengers was
assembled. The brisk exercise, the invigorating air, and a certain con-
geniality that each discovered in the other, soon established between them
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cne of those confidences which are only possible in early life. Nor do I
Inow anything better in youth than the frank readiness with which such
f iendships are made. It is with no spirit of calculation, — it is with no
counting of the cost, that we sign these contracts. We feel drawn into
companionship, half by some void within ourselves, half by some quality
tiat seems to supply that void. The tones of our own voice in our own
ears assure us that we have found sympathy ; for we feel that we are
speaking in a way we could not speak to cold or uncongenial listeners.
When Jack Bramleigh had told that he was going to take command of
a small gun-boat in the Mediterranean, he could not help going further,
and telling with what a heavy heart he was going to assume his command.
' We sailors have a hard lot of it," said he ; "we come home after a
cruise, — all is new, brilliant, and attractive to us. Our hearts are not
steeled, as are landsmen's, by daily habit. We are intoxicated by what
cilmer heads scarcely feel excited. We fall in love ; and then, some fine
day, comes an Admiralty despatch ordering us to hunt slavers off Lagos, or
fish for a lost cable in Behring's Straits."
" Never mind," said the other, " so long as there's a goal to reach, so
long as there's a prize to win, all can be borne. It's only when life is a
s joreless ocean, — when, seek where you will, no land will come in sight,
— when, in fact, existence offers nothing to speculate on, — then, indeed,
the world is a dreary blank."
" I don't suppose any fellow's lot is as bad as that."
" Not perhaps completely, thoroughly so ; but that a man's fate can
approach such a condition, — that a man can cling to so small a hope that
he is obliged to own to himself that it is next to no hope at all ; — that there
c 3uld be, and is, such a lot in existence, I who speak to you now am able
uafortunafcly to vouch for."
" I am sorry to hear it," said Jack, feelingly ; " and I am sorry,
b asides, to have obtruded my own small griefs before one who has such a
haavy affliction."
" Remember," said the Frenchman, " I never said it was all up with
n.e. I have a plank still to cling to, though it be only a plank. My case
is simply this : I have come over to this country to prefer a claim to a
h rge property, and I have nothing to sustain it but my right. I know
v ell you Englishmen have a theory that your laws are so admirably and
go purely administered that if a man asks for justice, — be he poor, or
u iknown, or a foreigner, it matters not, — he is sure to obtain it. I like
tl .e theory, and I respect the man who believes in it, but I don't trust it
n yself. I remember reading in your debates how the House of Lords sat
for days over a claim of a French nobleman who had been ruined by the
g: eat Revolution in France, and for whose aid, with others, a large sum
h id once been voted, of which, through a series of misadventures, not a
si illing had reached him. That man's claim, upheld and maintained by
01 ie of the first men in England, and with an eloquence that thrilled through
e^-ery heart around, was rejected, ay, rejected, and he was sent out of court
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a beggar. They couldn't call him impostor, but they left him to starve !"
He paused for a second, and in a slower voice continued, " Now it may
be that my case shall one of these days be heard before that tribunal, and
I ask you does it not call for great courage and great trustfulness to have
a hope on the issue ?"
"I'll stake my head on it, they'll deal fairly by you," said Jack,
stoutly.
"The poor baron I spoke of had powerful friends. Men who liked
him well, and fairly believed in his claim. Now I am utterly unknown,
and as devoid of friends as of money. I think nineteen out of twenty
Englishmen would call me an adventurer to-morrow ; and there are few
titles that convey less respect in this grand country of yours."
" There you are right; every one here must have a place in society,
and be in it."
" My landlady where I lodged thought me an adventurer ; the tailor
who measured me whispered adventurer as he went downstairs, and when
a cabman, in gratitude for an extra sixpence, called me * count,' it was
to proclaim me an adventurer to all who heard him."
" You are scarcely fair to us," said Jack, laughing. " You have
been singularly unlucky in your English acquaintance."
" No. I have met a great deal of kindness, but always after a certain
interval of doubt — almost of mistrust. I tell you frankly, you are the very
first Englishman with whom I have ventured to talk freely on so slight an
acquaintance, and it has been to me an unspeakable relief to do it."
" I am proud to think you had that confidence in me."
" You yourself suggested it. You began to tell me of your plans and
hopes, and I could not resist the temptation to follow you. A French
hussar is about as outspoken an animal as an English sailor, ^> that we
were well met."
" Are you still in the service ? "
'• No ; I am in what we call disponibilite. I am free till called on, —
and free then if I feel unwilling to go back."
The Frenchman now passed on to speak of his life as a soldier, — a
career so full of strange adventures and curious incidents that Jack was
actually grieved when they glided into the harbour of Holyhead, and
the steamer's bell broke up the narrative.
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m f n
THE belief in witchcraft, which in days of yore was so wide-spread
Ihroughout almost all the countries of Europe, seems to a great extent
to have been driven back by the ever-advancing tide of education
und civilization, until it has a refuge only in the less advanced king-
doms of the East. It is strange to look back on that old superstition
of the darker ages, which led our pious forefathers to burn harmless
old women, and count it a righteous deed so to do. And it is equally
strange to reflect on that same dreary superstition which, even in this
nineteenth century, remains so deeply rooted in the minds of multitudes
of the inhabitants of India, and which leads now, as it led formerly in
Europe, to crimes of torture and bloodshed. But it is to be observed that
'.here is this difference between the witchcraft which was held to exist in
! England and that which is believed to be practised in the present day in
India, that whereas in the former case the Devil appeared to enter in and
possess the souls of divers old women, and of some young women also, and
]>y his unhallowed arts endue them with a strange power, and stranger
iuclination, to perform various acts of petty malice and malignant and
spiteful harm towards their neighbours, without cause and with no fixed
design : in India, on the other hand, there seems to be a method in the
madness, for the results of the supposed witchcraft are palpable and
direct, and the harm it works is incalculable. The witch there has
it fixed object in view, and spares no pains to its furtherance ; she has
f omething more than the mere indulgence of her own malice .to bring
jibout, — a more monstrous design in view than that of mere revenge.
This idea of witchcraft is more or less prevalent all over the continent of
India ; but it is only in certain parts of the country that it seems to pass
heyond mere passive belief, and to assume its most revolting features.
And it is of one of these hotbeds of superstition and ignorance that the
present article principally treats.
There is a tract of country, some hundreds of miles in length and many
i nore in breadth, which stretches away from the great backbone of Central
India down to the shores of the Bay of Bengal : a territory wild and
{-avage to a degree, possessing few roads, other than the mere stony,
i ugged tracks which for centuries have been the only means of communi-
< ation between the coast and the interior ; a country whose rivers are not
1 -ridged, are not navigable, and, for months of each year, are impassable : —
1 vidch is clothed on all sides by dense, almost primeval jungle, so dense
that in many parts it is a difficult thing for its denizens themselves to,
i'orce their way through the thick undergrowth and the closely-planted
410 WITOH-MUBDEBS IN INDIA.
trees. Its population is but scanty, considering the vast area of the
country ; and the villages, scattered here and there in the little openings
of the jungle, are small, miserably poor, and about as wretched specimens
of ihe habitations of man as can well be supposed. And this country is,
moreovei^girt about and«traversed by great chains of hills, in which dwell
races of people as ignorant, as superstitious, and as poor, though even
more savage and bloodthirsty, than their brethren of the plains. And
all these people are mere animals in their ways of life ; beyond the mere
gratification of their appetites, they possess scarcely an idea : their
religion, if they have any, is vague and gloomy, — a religion of fear and
blood. But then they know nothing better, for, century after century, they
have lived and died in their remote wilderness, and it is only now that
the first rays of light are beginning to shine in upon the thick darkness
which has so long hung like a heavy cloud over the length and breadth of
the land. So it happens that superstition has established her head-quarters
in this country, and has thrown out such hideous offshoots as sometimes
to appal her very votaries themselves. Of course, in such an atmosphere
as this a belief in all the horrors ~of witchcraft reigns paramount ; it is an
established article of faith, and leads the way to outrages and atrocities which
have rendered the district notorious in other parts of India, as one inhabited
by witches and devils. It is a fact, that to this day the lower classes of
other provinces entertain the greatest fear of even passing through this
region, lest they should in some mysterious way be tainted by the malignant
influence supposed to be abroad. And it is a subject of congratulation
that they find themselves and their goods fairly out of this ill-omened
district.
The approximate cause of this prevailing belief in the power of witch-
craft is " cholera," that scourge of Hindustan. This pestilence, which for
years has puzzled the wisest of European physicians, whose source is yet
a mystery, and for which, despite all that science can do, no real remedy
has yet been found, is attributed, very much as we in former times should
have attributed any such inscrutable plague, to simple witchcraft. The
people themselves know nothing of excess of, or diminution of, ozone,
have no knowledge of sanitary laws, are ignorant of the many ingenious
theories from time to time brought forward to show that cholera is caused
by some subtle atmospheric poison, or some vegetable impurity. Failing
to find a natural cause, they adopt a supernatural one, and lay it all to
the account of the spirit of evil.
It is usually at the commencement of the hot season that cholera
appears here and there among the villages, at first of a milder type, more
sporadic than epidemic, showing itself first at one little village, then
another, moving sometimes in a direct line across the country, sometimes
fitfully coming and going, breaking out where least expected, and passing
over places which would seem most to favour its attacks. As the heat
increases, the disease acquires greater virulence, grows more sudden in its
results, until at last it commences those ravages which decimate towns
WITCH-MUBDEBS IN INDIA. 411
and villages, and strikes panic into the souls of the people. Driven to
desperation, they in many cases leave their homes, and take refuge in the
jungles, carrying the taint of disease with them, and leaving a track of
dead and dying behind them as they fly. The very fact of their having,
during the period of their banishment, to subsist as well as they can on
the fruits and even on the leaves of the jungle trees, and to drink the most
polluted water, renders them easy victims to disease. In such times it
is no uncommon thing to find whole towns deserted, with the dead lying
unboned in the houses, in the ditches and streets. By the roadside, and
in the depths of the jungle fastnesses, the dead lie, infecting the air for
miles round. If, in their great need and distress, the fugitives approach
any other village in hope of obtaining shelter and food, they are driven
away with blows and curses, and must go back into the jungles to die.
The little traffic carried on in better times is entirely suspended ; roads are
unfrequented, — death is on all sides. Numbers take to their beds and
die from sheer fright on the first approach of the destroyer. It happens,
moreover, most unfortunately, that at this season of the year great
gatherings of the people are held at certain sacred spots, as on the banks
of a sacred river, or near some holy well, or in the neighbourhood of some
deeply- venerated temple. The people flock to these great gatherings or fairs
from all quarters, and remain for days and weeks together, buying, selling,
and performing their religious duties ; and seldom does a year pass but that
at one of these fairs, perhaps at all, in the very height of their enjoyment,
the alarm is given that cholera has appeared. The scene that follows such
an appalling announcement may be in some sort imagined from the following
account of a case in point, quoted in one of the official returns only a
short time since.
The report states that a vast multitude of men, women, and children
were gathered together at some sacred spot, situate high up on a lofty
range of hills ; some springs of pure sweet water sprang from the rocks,
and ran down in cool refreshing streams to the plains below ; the air was
pure and exhilarating, the scenery superb, and the people washed in the
sacred springs, bought and sold, and worshipped their gods, without a
thought of the calamity hanging over them. People of many castes and
of many districts were there, who had brought with them large quan-
tities of merchandise of all kinds ; they had come with their wives and
children, their servants, their tents, therfr elephants, camels, horses, and
bullocks, hoping to combine a profitable business with their religious
duties. Between business and pleasure the days passed quickly away,
and it fcegan to be almost time to think of betaking themselves back to
their respective villages, when on a sudden cholera of a frightfully virulent
type broke out in the very heart of the camp. Universal panic ensued,
each man thought only of how to save his own life, regardless of his neighbour.
Then began a great rush for the plains. Leaving their goods behind them,
with one accord they crowded down the steep ghauts, to get away from the
fatal spot as soon as possible. But the destroyer followed them — indeed it
412 WITCH-MURDERS IN INDIA.
accompanied them ; for long before they had reached the foot of the moun-
tains, the path down which they had rushed was covered with dead and
dying, who were actually, as the report describes it, piled up in heaps
among the rocks and stones of the ghaut. Once .down on the plains the
vast multitude spread in all directions, all anxious to avoid contact with
their fellows. And as there was scarcely a family, of all those who came
down from the mountains, of which one member had not died, or of which
one at least, sick with cholera, was not being carried away with them, so the
disease was carried about to all points of the compass. At last the people
in their panic abandoned their sick and dying relatives, leaving them to
die under the trees or in the nullahs, and fled in every direction exhausted
for want of food. If any of them dared to go near any village which stood
on their route, the villagers armed themselves with clubs and stones,
and threatened vengeance if they came nearer. And so vast numbers
died, some of cholera, some of hunger, some of fear and exhaustion ;
and the unburied bodies polluted the atmosphere and ended in spreading
the epidemic far and near.
It has been supposed that the great assemblies of people from
every part of India at Juggernaut and other such sacred spots induces
these outbreaks of cholera, and that the pilgrims on their return journey
carry the seeds of the disease with them. There is no doubt truth
in this ; but cholera, as before remarked, seems to obey no laws, and
sets at nought all the precautions which human skill can devise. It
may consequently be imagined how intense a dread the people have
of an outbreak of cholera; and seeing how unsparing a scourge it
is, it may not be unnatural that they should believe witchcraft to
be at the bottom of it. Their theory of witchcraft is simple and
horrible. They imagine that there exists a certain " Devi," a demon of
most blood-thirsty propensities, who possesses an insatiable craving for
human flesh. In order to appease this appetite he selects from any
village he thinks will suit him one or more women — old or young,
he is not particular — and enlists them in his service ; he endows
them with supernatural powers, with that of the evil eye, and enables
them at will to produce cholera. In consideration of the powers
bestowed on them, the witches are under an engagement to kill off as
many people by cholera for the demon's especial eating as he shall
think sufficient. The witch herself is supposed to partake, and may
sometimes be discovered drinking, the life-blood of her own relatives.
Sometimes men are also said to be enlisted in this diabolical cause ; but
the demon on the whole seems to prefer the women, as being more easy
to deal with. The consequences of branding any one as a witch are,
of course, more onerous ; and while such a state of things lasts, it may
easily be conceived how readily any malicious person may revenge him-
self on his neighbours. No sooner does the first case of cholera
appear in the village than the men hold a counsel, at which the head of
the village presides, to determine on what is best to be done. It is,
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perhaps, decided that the village divinity must be propitiated. So a
procession sets out, with as much noise of tom-toms, conchs, and
other barbarous music as can be made, to the place where the god has
his abode, — usually immediately beyond the precincts of the village, under
some large banyan or peepul tree. After much music has been perpetrated,
garlands of yellow flowers are hung round the neck of the deity, libations
of water are poured over him, and he is plentifully anointed with red
ochre. More flowers are scattered over him and around him ; offerings
of fruit piled on large plaintain-leaves are deposited near him, together
with several earthen jars of water ; and if necessity demands and the
means of the community admit of it, some large sacrifice, as a sheep or
goat, is made. The procession then marches through the village with
horrid noise of tom-tom, and what is commonly called the cholera horn,
and the people disperse to await the result of their propitiatory offerings.
When some time has elapsed, and the cholera, instead of decreasing, as it
obviously should have done had the god been well-disposed towards his
people, appears to increase in violence and to grow daily more formidable
in its attacks, the inhabitants get panic-stricken, and giving up appeals to
the clemency of their god as hopeless, agree among themselves that
witchcraft must be at work. Under these circumstances it seems
advisable, that before they are driven to leave their homes and take to the
jungles, the witch or witches should be discovered and punished. Another
secret council is held, winked at perhaps by the two men in authority
in the village, the head-man and his kotwal, whose duty it clearly should
be on 'the part of Government to interfere and put a stop to any such
proceedings. It is now solemnly announced that witchcraft is abroad, and
that the witches must be punished. It is determined to watch the
women very carefully, more especially at those times when they go down
to the wells, or the stream, or the tank, as the case may be, to draw
water for their households ; for it is then that the demon will no doubt
have most influence over them, and who knows but that they may be
induced to poison the water to bring about their dreadful ends ? The
women must be kept under careful scrutiny, and should anything appear
suspicious in their conduct they must be confined altogether to their
houses.
At length, either from a spirit of malice, a desire for revenge, or
simply for the sake of obtaining a victim, it is whispered about the
village that the wife and daughter perhaps of some villager are the
culprits, that they are in daily intercourse with the demon, and for his
benefit are spreading abroad the dreaded cholera ; it may even be asserted of
them that they have been seen to drink the blood of their victims. It may
chance that the innocent objects of all this popular indignation are sitting
quietly in their hut about the time — as the expressive native idiom has it
— " of lamp-lighting." They have been, perhaps, hard at work all day,
rind are preparing the scanty evening meal of rice and dhal, or cakes of
coarse flour, .for the husband and father not yet returned from his labour
414 -WTTCH-MUBDEKS IN INDIA.
in the fields. Suddenly a gang of men, savage and desperate -looking,
enter the hovel, and drag away the two women, heedless of their cries and
vehement declarations of innocence. They have no need, poor creatures,
to ask what the reason of this sudden visit may be ; they know full well
that it is a question of witchcraft, and perhaps one of violent death to
them. When the master of the house returns, he finds his hut empty,
and he immediately guesses the cause. He may, perhaps, attempt to
remonstrate with the infuriate mob, but he is soon silenced, for he knows
that to show too great an interest in the fate of his wife or his daughter
may suffice to implicate him also in the charge of dealings with the devil.
He rarely, therefore, interferes, whatever may be his feelings in the matter;
and indeed it is not impossible that he himself, only one year ago, had a
hand in some such dealings in which his neighbour's family were concerned.
The two women have in the meantime been dragged out of the village
and taken to some large tree near at hand, where preparations are being
made for their torture. The principal and favourite instrument of punish-
ment is a rod of the castor- oil tree ; for tradition says that this alone has
any power of hurting a witch, all other woods, even the potent bamboo
itself, being useless for the purpose. Indeed, it is said that if a witch
be beaten with a stick cut from any other than the castor- oil tree, it
will on the very first application break in pieces, however stout and
strong it may seem. So on this occasion castor-oil rods are in great
request, and most of the assembled crowd appear armed with one or
more of them.
The modes of torture usually adopted for witches vary somewhat accord-
ing to the particular province and district in which they are employed.
In former days, under the beneficent rule of the rajahs, when no one, from
the rajah to the ryot, had any fear of gods or men before his eyes, and
when atrocities of all kinds were the rule rather than the exception, it
was the custom to tie up witches in skins, and throw them alive into the
water. Sometimes, by way of a little gentle torture, they were crammed
into a small chamber full of cobras, where they first half died of fright,
and then quite died of snake-bites. Now-a-days, however, the first thing
to be done in all such cases is a flogging with castor-oil rods. The women
are in the first instance reasoned with and told that denial is useless :
of course they are witches, have dealings with the demon, and have in
short, together with him, drunk the blood and eaten the flesh of numbers
of the departed villagers. The women naturally deny the charge
vehemently. They are forthwith disrobed and hung, very often head
downwards, on to a horizontal bamboo, placed some ten or twelve feet
from the ground, on two perpendicular ones planted firmly in the
earth. They are then swung slowly backwards and forwards, while
their neighbours, armed with their castor-oil rods, stand in rows on
either side, and give each a blow as she swings past : and the
castor-oil rod is, in willing hands, capable of inflicting veiy severe
punishment.
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When the victims are half dead from the beating and from
suffocation, they are taken down and dragged off to some neigh-
bouring hovel while further tortures are being prepared. At this stage
of the proceedings, perhaps, some more experienced or long-headed
member of the company hints that the Sirkar (i. e. Government) may
object to their arrangements ; for the Sirkar, it is well known, does (though
it is very unaccountable) object to people being punished and put to
death, unless for proven offences and by competent authority. He,
however, is silenced by the remark that if the Sirkar catches them, why
then they must be caught : in the meantime, is their blood to be drunk and
Dheir village destroyed by witches ? Some one else then suggests that
burning with hot irons is a good way of making witches confess. So fires
ire lighted and pieces of old iron put in to be heated, and when all is
:;eady the unfortunate victims are again brought out, and are oftentimes
yery cruelly and brutally burned on their necks and heads with the red-
aot irons. Another mode of torture is to cover the face and neck with
ootton-wool and then set fire to it, or to heat a brass candlestick to a
white heat and compel the accused to carry it about until the hand is
nearly burnt off. Another plan is to hang the witch from the bamboo
iibove mentioned by the arms, to attach heavy weights to the feet, and
1o dash them about until the joints are ready to give way. The
retched creatures are kept all this time without food, water, or sleep,
r.nd are beaten during the intervals of other punishments with the all-
powerful castor-oil rod. In their agony the victims very often declare
that they really have a compact with a demon, and disclose horrible parti-
( ulars as to the banquets they share with him. At last it happens that
(ne or perhaps both of the women die under the cruel treatment they
1 ave received, and then the assembly is struck with a guilty fear. The
1 odies must be buried or got rid of in some way or other, and that is a
•* ery difficult thing to accomplish. No one who has any respect for his
caste or himself will stretch out a hand to bury a witch — it would be
endless pollution to think of it. The affair must be kept quiet, however ;
1 iere must be no delay, for if it does come to the ears of the Sirkar, it
v ill go hard with the murderers. So a couple of men of the lowest caste
t ) be found in the village are induced by threats and bribes to drag away
fie bodies and throw them into some neighbouring ditch, or into a nullah,
or a tank even, of which the water is little used, and so the tragedy. ends
- -for a time at least. The murderers are then all sworn to secrecy, and go
to their homes, hoping that cholera at any rate after this night's work will
d sappear. When matters are not carried quite so far as this, they content
themselves with beating the supposed witches and turning them and their
ft milies out into the jungles, forbidding them ever again to approach the
village : to prevent their doing so, they pull down their huts. The
outcasts wander into the jungles and die very soon of starvation or
cholera.
It now probably becomes necessary to make a general exodus from
416 WITCH-MUEDEKS IN INDIA.
the plague-stricken village. Though the witches have been murdered
the plague is not stayed ; therefore, as before described, the survivors
gather together what goods they can conveniently carry, and leaving
most of their old and helpless relations to perish of hunger and
disease, betake themselves to the jungles. When the rainy season has
commenced, the great heats passed away, and the cholera to some extent
lias abated, those who have managed to keep themselves alive come back
to their homes and their occupations. And it is just at this time that, by
Borne means or other, the news of the witch-murder does get to the
ears of the Sirkar ; a quarrel ensues most likely between some of the
culprits, or one or more find a guilty conscience too much for them, and
BO walk in and make a clean breast of it to the nearest authorities.
Oftener, however, the relations of the deceased, who have been probably
bribed to silence, strike for more money, and in default thereof go
and lodge a complaint against the murderers. Owing to the zeal of
the civil authorities, the people are beginning to understand that they
must not call people witches and put them to cruel deaths ; because to
do so is murder : a fact which they found difficult at first to grasp.
The means employed, however, to convince them of this great truth,
have been summary, and consequently, successful. The ringleaders and
instigators of the crime have been arrested, found guilty, and hanged
on the very spot where, in many instances, but some few months
previously their victims had suffered and died a horrible death.
There is a strange, wild story of witchcraft and its results, well known
among the people of the district here alluded to, and which will perhaps
form an appropriate conclusion to this narrative. It is as follows : —
'A great many years ago, — so many, that it was beyond the memory of
even the oldest inhabitant's great grandfather, so long ago that perhaps
in those days many of the ruined temples to be seen perched on hill-tops
and ensconced picturesquely among the palm-trees on the banks of the
lotus- covered tanks or lakes, were in the very climax of their prosperity,
and the gods enshrined therein were well fed, and had plenty of music and
flowers on feast days, — there was a small village, situated on the bank of
some such large tank, inhabited by industrious basket-makers. It was
small and remote, and the inhabitants had a very singular horror of
'meeting or intermixing with the people of other neighbouring towns, for
they had strong faith in the power of the evil eye. At last a report
reached them of a certain dreadful plague which was ravaging the
surrounding villages, carrying off the population by hundreds. Witch-
craft, of course, was at the bottom of it all. It happened on a certain
fine evening, towards the commencement of the hot season, that a
basket-maker and his wife were sitting at the door of their hut, busily
engaged at their trade, and their son, a boy of some six years old,
was playing about under a large peepul-tree, some hundred yards off.
Presently a woman was seen to pass through the village, and strike into
a path which led immediately under the peepul-tree. Always suspicious
WITCH-MUEDEKS IN INDIA. 417
cf strangers, the mother, crying out to her husband that the stranger was
surely a witch, ran to pick up her child ; the woman heard the exclama-
tion, and turning, looked for an instant at the child, and then went her
yay through the jungle. In two hours from that moment the child was
dead. The witch, said the distressed parents, had killed it with a glance.
It must be buried at once ; but they both agreed that the witch, though
she had killed, should not devour their poor little one. So it was buried
under a great mango-tree, a short distance from the house; and it being
a very dark night, the father and mother climbed into the tree, and
determined to watch over the grave until the witch should come. Slowly
the hours passed. At midnight they distinguished, among the faint night-
sounds peculiar to a thick jungle, footsteps approaching ; it was verily
the witch. She came cautiously to the grave, and muttering her incanta-
tions, dug up the body, which she placed in a sitting posture against the
tnink of the tree ; she then lit a fire, and after performing certain devilish
charms, seized the corpse in her arms, and executed a horrible dance round
the fire with it. Life at that moment seemed to re-enter the body ; it stood
i p of itself, and began moving solemnly round the fire. The witch was
I reparing to end the scene, when on a sudden the father and mother sprang
to the ground, seized their son, dashed out the embers of the fire, and fled
to the village, leaving the witch in a state of astonishment; and the
strangest part of the story is that the child lived, grew up, learnt his father's
t:ade, became the father himself of a numerous family, and lived happily
ever after.
There is much nonsense talked about the injustice of taking Native
provinces under British rule ; but it may be argued that if the result
of such usurpation is to be the clearing away of this dark cloud of
iterance and superstition from the minds of the people, and substituting
for it a clearer and brighter light — then the wider British rule extends the
letter and happier for India.
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IT is curious with what frequency Irish names turn up in the memoirs
of the last century. Whether it he the Speaker of the Irish House of
Commons betting at Newmarket, Lord Barrymore's private theatricals, or
St. Leger's extravagant dinners — in every direction the Irish appear
conspicuous.
It was in fortune-hunting, however, that they seem to have heen most
successful — a pursuit in which they excited considerable jealousy. There
was that tall Hibernian, Mr. Hussey, whose stalwart person and handsome
face not only won the favour of the widowed Duchess of Manchester, co-
heiress of the last Duke of Montagu, and owner in her own right of
immense possessions, but procured for him the earldom of Beaulieu and
the red riband of the Bath to boot. Sir Charles Hanbury Williams wrote
some verses on this occasion, the conclusion of which set half the Irishmen
in London examining their pistols. " Nature," said the famous wit, —
Nature, indeed, denies them sense,
But gives them legs and impudence.
That beats all understanding.
Of all the celebrated Irish, or, indeed, English names, in the social history
of the eighteenth century, none, however, are so famous as those of the
" beautiful Miss Gunnings."
These wild Irish girls burst upon London society in the autumn of
1751, and in a moment carried it by storm. For the next ten years the
gossiping writers of the age are incessantly chronicling their appearance,
their manners or want of them, their marriages, and the admiration they
excited, not only in fashionable circles, but still more among the populace.
If it were not that the accounts they give are in most cases those of eye-
witnesses, we should hesitate to believe them. Imagine a shoemaker
realizing three guineas in one day by the exhibition at a penny a head of
one of their shoes ! Surely since the time of Cinderella and her glass
slipper there has been nothing like it. We doubt if Madame Tussaud
would think it worth while- adding such a relic to her museum of curiosities
at the present day.
Will our readers believe that these girls were unable to walk in the
Park on account of the crowd that surrounded them in sheer admiration,
and that they were obliged to obtain the protection of a file of the Guards ?
That when they were travelling through the country crowds lined the
roads to gaze at them, and hundreds of people remained up all night
around the inn at which they were staying, on the chance of getting a
peep at them in the morning ? Can we believe such things of our great
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grandfathers and mothers, for we are sure the latter were not the least
curious ? We think we may propound the same question about our
ancestors as one of the Bishops did in reference to the French, at the
time of the Revolution, — " Can a whole nation lose its" senses ? " Where
is all our enthusiasm at the present day ? Has it oozed away through
our fingers' ends in this sceptical age ? If " those goddesses the Gunnings "
now descended upon us, we warrant that no extraordinary means need be
taken for their protection. London, in fact, has become too extended and
its population too numerous to have any longer but one centre of attrac-
tion. In our opinion, the popular admiration excited by " the beauties "
is even more astonishing than their great alliances, splendid as these
undoubtedly were.
The elder became Countess of Coventry, and the younger married
successively two dukes, refused a third, and was the mother of four,
besides obtaining a peerage in her own right. Not bad for two penniless
Irish girls ! We have called these celebrated beauties " Irish," and as
such they are generally spoken of. Strictly speaking, however, the
popular belief is incorrect, inasmuch as there is no doubt they were bom
at Hemingford Grey in Huntingdonshire, but from thence were removed
to the family seat in Roscommon when little more than infants.
The Gunning family was an offshoot of a respectable English house,
and had settled in Ireland in the reign of James I. They possessed a
fair estate, called Castle Coote, in Roscommon ; but it was probably
heavily encumbered. In the year 1731, Mr. Gunning, then a student in
the Temple, and his father's heir, married the Hon. Bridget Bourke, daughter
of Lord Mayo, and in the two ensuing years were born Maria, afterwards
Countess of Coventry, and Elizabeth, the future Duchess of Hamilton.
At the time of Mr. Gunning's marriage his father was still living, and
it was not till his death a few years after that the family were transplanted
to the wilds of Connaught.
It is hardly possible for us now to realize the desolation of that remote
province in the early part of the last century. "To Hell or to Connaught "
presented then a much more uncertain alternative than at the present
day ; and the worst of it was that, once there, escape was nearly as difficult
from one place as the other. There were neither roads nor conveyances,
and the travellers of the time complain bitterly of the hardships of the
journey.
We are sure our readers share our regret that we know so little of
Mrs. Gunning. If the lives of the mothers of great men have been
thought worthy of record, surely the mothers of fair women deserve a
niche in history. That Mrs. Gunning was handsome we take for granted.
We are told that she was " a lady of most elegant figure," a grace her
daughters inherited ; but we should like to have known much more
than this. Bitterly, we imagine, she must have lamented her exile in the
far West, especially when she beheld her daughters developing every day
new beauties, and yet lacking those graces and accomplishments without
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which their charms would lose half their attraction. Occasionally, too,
she would hear of the splendour of the Irish capital, where Lord Chester-
field was ruling with unwonted magnificence.
Perhaps, however, the country breeding of the Miss Gunnings in
reality contributed to their future triumphs. Their natural and unaffected
manners must have contrasted pleasantly with the artificial and cere-
monious society of the period, while there is no doubt that the healthy
breezes of the country contributed not a little to those brilliant complex-
ions which added so materially to their loveliness.
In the year 1748 Mrs. Gunning resolved that her daughters should
no longer " waste their sweetness on the desert air," and accordingly the
whole family removed to Dublin ; Maria, afterwards Lady Coventry, being
then about sixteen, and her sister a year younger.
At that period the society of the Irish metropolis possessed many
attractions. Sheridan had succeeded to the theatrical sceptre, and his
accession heralded a new era in the Irish drama. The riots and disturbances
which had so long disgraced the performances were quelled by his firm
government, while the engagements of Garrick, Gibber, Mrs. Womngton,
and Miss Bellamy shed a lustre over the Irish stage such as had never
before been equalled.
The musical taste, too, for which the Hibernian capital is still famous
was even then conspicuous. Some years had elapsed since Handel's
visit, but early in 1748 his Judas Maccabeus was produced for the first
time, by the special command of the Earl of Harrington, then Lord Lieu-
tenant, and met with a much more cordial reception than in London.
Lord Harrington had just succeeded the famous Earl of Chesterfield, who
had departed the previous year, leaving behind him memories of magni-
ficence and hospitality to which the Irish Court had hitherto been a
stranger. Lord Harrington, however, seems to have been determined to
prove that the junior branch of the Stanhopes could vie with the parent
stem in splendour and elegance. His Court was graced by the presence
of his eldest son's bride, Lady Caroline Petersham, daughter of the Duke
of Grafton, and one of the handsomest women in England, who thus early
entered on her career of rivalry with the beautiful Countess of Coventry.
But from this English belle the lovely Mrs. Madden, afterwards Lady Ely
and the reigning Irish toast, was considered by many to bear off the palm
— perhaps through national prejudice.
Of the brilliant festivities at the Castle of Dublin Mr. Victor, who aided
Sheridan in ruling the fierce democracy of an Irish audience, gives us
some idea. He tells us that, in virtue of his office, he attended Court on
the birthnight (October 30, 1748), and that " nothing in the memory of
the oldest courtier living ever equalled the taste and splendour of the
supper-room at the Castle on that occasion. The ball was in the new
room designed by Lord Chesterfield, which is allowed to be very magni-
ficent. After the dancing was over, the company retired to a long gallery,
where, as you passed slowly through, you stopped by the way at shops
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elegantly formed, where was cold eating and all sorts of wines and sweet-
meats, and the whole most beautifully disposed by transparent paintings,
through which a shade was cast like moonlight. Flutes and other soft
instruments were playing all the while, but, like the candles, unseen. At
each end of the long building were placed fountains of lavender-water con-
stantly playing, that diffused a most grateful odour through this amazing
fairy scene, which certainly surpassed everything of the kind in Spenser,
as it proved not only a fine feast for the imagination but, after the dream,
for the senses also, by the excellent substantiate at the sideboards." The
tradition is that the Miss Gunnings having no dresses in which to
appear at ihefete thus described, applied to Mr. Sheridan in their diffi-
culty, and that he at once placed his whole theatrical wardrobe at their
disposal — a piece of generosity repaid by neglect and ingratitude, when,
some years later, they were in a position to make a proper return for it.
That the Gunnings were in a state of impecuniosity, deeper even than
became the Irish gentry of the period, not only when in Dublin, but
afterwards in London, is evident from some anecdotes about them related
by Miss Bellamy, who at this time was acting in the* Irish capital.
One day as Miss Bellamy was returning through the streets from a
rehearsal, she heard a voice of distress, and at once entered the house from
which it proceeded. She there found " a lady of most elegant figure,"
surrounded by four beautiful girls and a boy of about three years old.
This lady was Mrs. Gunning, who informed the actress that having lived
beyond their income, her husband had been compelled to retire into the
country to avoid the disagreeable consequences which were about to
onsue, leaving his family to the tender mercy of the bailiffs, who were
then in the house, and preparing to turn them out of doors. Miss
Bellamy, with that kindness which is still the characteristic of her pro-
Cession, took pity on the family, and brought them to her own residence.
The bailiffs, too, were outwitted by the actress's serving-man, who was
sent at night to remain under the windows of the house, from which
everything portable was thrown to him. While they were thus residing
'.vith Miss Bellamy, the Gunnings, conscious of their charms and eager
v,o learn what their effect would be, insisted on consulting a fortune-
oiler who had then gained great celebrity in Dublin. This female
;eer, we are informed, told their fortunes with even greater accuracy
;han the mediums of the present day ; foreseeing not only the e-xalted
rank to which both would attain, but also the premature death of the
Countess of Coventry.
Of the sensation the youthful beauties created in Dublin we have,
• infortunately, but little record. Mrs. Delany, whose charming Letters
lately edited by Lady Llanover throw such light upon the social history
of the past century, gives us just one peep at them in a letter written in
«"une, 1750, to her sister, from her residence at Delville, near Dublin,
jler sister had probably written to her, curious to learn about the won-
derful Gunnings. In reply, Mrs. Delany informs her that all she has
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heard about the Gunnings is true, except about their fortunes ; "but,"
adds the censorious old lady, "they have a still greater want, and that is
discretion." It was probably, however, this very want of discretion, — so
shocking in the eyes of the precise Mrs. Delany, — which constituted the
peculiar charm of the Miss Gunnings, and especially of the elder, after-
wards Lady Coventry. Their naivete and the absence of restraint in
their manners must have been quite refreshing in that artificial age, in
spite of an occasional betise. The " wits " generally admired (and made
fun of) the "wild Irish girls;" and Selwyn especially appears to have
had quite a fatherly regard for Lady Coventry, in whose daughter he
subsequently showed the deepest interest.
One would have imagined that the society of the Irish metropolis at
such a brilliant epoch ought to have sufficed for girls brought up in the
retirement to which they had been accustomed. Success there we should
have thought would have satisfied even their soaring ambition, especially
when their financial weakness is revealed to us. Perhaps, however, these
very difficulties only hastened their departure. Whether this surmise be
correct, or that our beauties were determined to fulfil the prophecies of
the old fortune-teller, or that the pension of 1501. a year, which at this
period we find granted to Mrs. Gunning out of that mysterious and
much-enduring fund " the Irish establishment," supplied afresh the
sinews of war, in which the family seem to have been wofully deficient —
at all events the future peeresses . arrived in the metropolis in the autumn
of 1750." Such a journey was then a tedious, if not a perilous under-
taking. The traveller might take a week to reach Holyhead, and would
certainly take as long again to arrive at his journey's end.
On a Sunday in the December of that year they were presented at
Court, as we leam from Faulkner's Dublin Journal, and most graciously
received. Our readers who have perhaps seen the " exhibits " of their
native land hidden from the profane gaze of the foreigner on the Sabbath,
will be surprised to learn that the ceremony of presentation at Court
took place on that day. It was not till the following reign that the custom
of holding drawing-rooms on a Sunday was abandoned.
What a society was that into which the Gunnings plunged ! It was a
dandified, ceremonious age, full of wicked, conceited, mocking, witty
" fine ladies and fine gentlemen." A lord was then a lord indeed, and
his superiority over common mortals duly acknowledged. Drinking, card-
playing for enormous stakes, and horse-racing, were the chief occupations
of the time. Lord March, so well known afterwards when he became Duke
of Queensberry as "Old Q.," Selwyn, Lord Carlisle, and Walpole, were
then in their prime. The Court and society in general were frightfully
dissolute. Assemblies, masked balls, ridottos, and the gardens of Vauxhall
and Eanelagh, afforded the "young bloods" opportunities of which they
were not slow to take advantage. Bath, where the long and brilliant
career of Nash was drawing to its close, was still the most fashionable
resort. Thither, in the autumn, went their Royal Highnesses the Prince
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ol Wales and his wife, " cette diablesse," as King George used to call her,
and were followed by a glittering crowd.
The Miss Gunnings were not long without creating a sensation even in
tl e great metropolis itself. They were not only sought after by the leaders
ol fashionable society, but were also surrounded by admiring crowds in the
1? irks and at all places of public resort. Horace Walpole writing to Sir
Horace Mann, in 1751, thus alludes to them : — " You who knew England in
0 her times, will find it difficult to conceive what indifference reigns with
in gard to Ministers and their squabbles. The two Miss Gunnings are twenty
times more the subject of conversation than the two brothers and Lord
Granville. These are two Irish girls, of no fortune, who are declared the
h indsomest women alive. I think their being two, so handsome and both
such perfect figures, is their chief excellence, for, singly, I have seen much
handsomer women than either : however, they can't walk in the Park, or go
to Vauxhall, but such crowds follow them that they are generally driven
a^vay." A short time after he wrote, — "As you talk of our beauties,
1 shall tell you a new story of the Gunnings, who make more noise than
a ay of their predecessors since the days of Helen, though neither of
tiem, nor anything about them, has yet been 'teterrima belli causa.'
3 hey went the other day to see Hampton Court. As they were going
into the Beauty Room another company arrived. The housekeeper said,
' This way, ladies ; here are the beauties.' The Gunnings flew into a
passion, and asked her what she meant ; they came to see the palace, and
not to be shown as a sight themselves." In spite, however, of these pro-
t ^stations, there was a very general belief that they were not wholly averse
1 3 the popular homage.
It was about a year after their arrival in London that the marriage of
tlie eldest Miss Gunning with the Earl of Coventry was first reported.
]n August, 1751, we find that the editor of Faulkner^s Dublin Journal,
\ /hose readers doubtless were eager for any scrap of news about their
f'jrmer celebrities, is confidently assured " that a treaty of marriage is
( oncluded between the Earl of Coventry and the celebrated Miss Gunning
<>f this city ; " and a short time afterwards he informs us that the marriage
has actually taken place. This, however, was anticipating matters consi-
derably.
The Earl of Coventry must have been one of the greatest matches in
England. He had just come into possession of the title and an ample
estate in Worcestershire, of which county he was immediately made lord-
lieutenant, succeeding his father in the office. He seems to have been a
jrave, solemn kind of young man. His favourite pursuit was music, of
,vhich he was enthusiastically fond. It was this taste probably that had
ittracted him to Violetta, afterwards famous as the wife of Garrick, to whom
.t had been said he was going to be married a couple of years before the
period we are speaking of. At the meeting of Parliament, in November,
1751, he moved the address in the Upper House ; and Lord Chesterfield
uolls us he did it well enough, -" though agitated at the same time by the
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two strong passions of fear and love, Miss Gunning being seated on one
side of him and the House on the other." His lordship adds, " That
affair is within a few days of its crisis, but whether that will be a marriage
or a settlement is undecided. Most people think the latter ; for my part
I think the former." We learn again from the same source that the pair
were carrying on their negotiations in all public places, but that people
were in doubt whether the treaty would be final or only provisional.
- . "We think there was no foundation for these insinuations against Miss
Gunning. Whatever discussions might arise at White's about the rela-
tions between the Irish beauty and the English peer, however my Lord
March might snigger and Selwyn hint, there never appears to have been
anything but an honourable alliance in contemplation between the parties.
Lord Chesterfield, as was natural for so keen an observer of the world
and its ways, had foreseen the inevitable result, although the crisis was
postponed much longer than he had imagined, and then brought about in
rather a curious way. Walpole tells us the story in a letter of the end of
February, 1752 : — " .... The event that has made most noise since my
last is the extempore wedding of the youngest of the two Gunnings (Eliza-
beth), who have made so vehement a noise. Lord Coventry, a grave
young lord of the remains of the patriot breed, has long dangled after the
eldest, virtuously with regard to her virtue, not very honourably with
regard to his own credit. About six weeks ago the young Duke of
Hamilton, the very reverse of the Earl, hot, debauched, extravagant, and
equally damaged in his fortune and person, fell in love with the youngest
at the masquerade, and determined to many her in the spring. About a
fortnight since, at an assembly at my Lord Chesterfield's made to show
the house, which is really magnificent, Duke Hamilton made violent love
at one end of the room while he was playing at Pharaoh at the other end ;
that is, he saw neither the bank nor his own cards, which were up three
hundred pounds each. He soon lost a thousand. I own I was so little a
professor in love that I thought all this parade looked ill for the poor girl,
and could not conceive why, if he was so engaged with his mistress as
to disregard such sums, he played at all. However, two nights after,
being left alone with her, while her mother and sister were at Bedford
House, he found himself so impatient that he sent for a parson. The
doctor refused to perform the ceremony without licence or ring. The
duke swore he would send for the archbishop. At last they were married
with the ring of the bed-curtain, at half an hour after twelve at night, at
May-fair Chapel. The Scotch are indignant that so much beauty had its
effect ; and, what is most silly, my Lord Coventry declares that now he
will marry the other."
This impatient duke, who was thus seized with such a sudden passion
for the younger Miss Gunning, was the grandson of the unfortunate
nobleman who when on the eve of setting out as ambassador to France
in 1712 was slain in a duel by Lord Mohun. This was not the first
time that he had fallen suddenly and violently in love. The fascina-
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tions of Miss Chudleigh, whose trial for bigamy when Duchess of
Kingston is well known, had previously overcome him. The Duke
proposed for her, and was accepted. He afterwards left for the Continent,
'eaving her behind him as his affianced bride. During his absence abroad
Miss Chudleigh met Mr. Hervey, afterwards Earl of Bristol, and was
.named to him, but their union concealed. It was said that she would
not have abandoned her first lover had not her aunt, through the
interception of their correspondence, led her to believe that she had
been deserted by him. His Grace felt the disappointment keenly, and for
roine time after led such a wild life as justified the comments of Walpole.
He was determined, evidently, that the second time, at least, there should
be no "slip between the cup and the lip." Owner of three dukedoms
in Scotland, England, and France, besides other dignities innumerable,
this nobleman was probably the haughtiest man in the kingdom, now that
4;the proud Duke of Somerset" had passed away. The duke and his
cuchess used to walk into dinner before their guests, eat off the same
I late, and drink to nobody under the rank of an earl. Naturally enough,
Yvralpole wonders how they could get any one, either above or below
t"ieir own rank, to dine with them. Yet the duke was not without
brains and culture, for Dr. Carlyle mentions him as having spoken at the
Select Society in Edinburgh, and says that he was " a man of letters could
h;3 have kept himself sober."
The marriage of the elder Miss Gunning soon followed that of her
sister, and early in March she became Countess of Coventry. An anecdote
tcld by Miss Bellamy, while it does not say much for the gratitude of her
ladyship, shows that in London as in Dublin the beauties were sometimes
reduced to considerable straits. One night when Miss Bellamy was
acting in 'Romeo and Juliet and had just reached one of the most pathetic
pg ssages in that tragedy she was disturbe \ 1 y a loud laugh, which, it
turned out, proceeded from Lady Coventry, the occupant of the stage box.
The actress was so much upset by the interruption that she was compelled
to retire. When the countess was remonstrated with she excused herself
by saying that since she had seen Mrs. Gibber act the part she could not
en lure Miss Bellamy. It is probable that her ladyship would have spared
th:;s retort had she remembered certain pecuniary obligations between her
anl the actress which were still undischarged. The next day Miss Bellamy,
stung by her conduct, requested payment of the note of hand which the
countess had given her when obtaining a loan just previous to her
marriage ; probably to purchase the wedding trousseau. The application
wa^ treated with contempt, and the debt never paid. The giving of that
bu dness-like " note of hand " appears to us, we confess, rather suspicious;
it looks as if it was not the first transaction of the kind in which her
ladyship had been engaged. She had, we suppose, the ideas of her
countryman on the subject, who, having given a short-dated bill for a debt,
expressed his pleasure that that matter was settled at all events. In spite,
however, of Miss Bellamy's assistance, the countess does not appear to
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have brought a very ample trousseau to her husband. Lord Chesterfield,
alluding to Lady Coventry's presence at a Chapel of the Garter held a few
days after her marriage, insinuates as much when he tells us, in compli-
menting her beauty, that "my lord has adorned and rigged her out
completely. She adorns herself too much, for I was near enough to see
manifestly that she had laid on a great deal of white, which she did not
want, and which would destroy both her natural complexion and her teeth.
Duchess Hamilton, her sister, is to appear next week, and will in my mind
far outshine her." When the duchess was presented a few days later
the curiosity and excitement were so great that the highest ladies in the
land climbed upon chairs and tables to look at her ; and at the opera and
every public place where it was known either of the sisters would attend
crowds assembled to catch a glimpse of them.
In May their ladyships proceeded to their several castles ; but Lady
Coventry at least does not seem to have fancied country life ; and indeed,
considering that she was then in the zenith of her popularity, such a
dislike was only natural.
In July, Walpole gossips about her ladyship in this wise : " Our beauties
are returned (from Paris) and have done no execution. The French would
not conceive that Lady Caroline Petersham ever had been handsome, nor
that my Lady Coventry has much pretence to be so now. Indeed all the
travelled English allow that there is a Madame Brionne, handsomer and a
finer figure."
We fear her ladyship must have displeased Walpole in some way, for
he had previously been enthusiastic about her perfect figure. He con-
tinues in a very depreciatory strain: "Poor Lady Coventry was under
piteous disadvantages, for besides being very silly, ignorant of the world,
breeding, and speaking no French, and suffered to wear neither red nor
powder, she had that perpetual drawback to her beauty — her lord, who is
sillier in a wise way, as ignorant, ill-bred, and speaking very little French
himself, — -just enough to show how ill-bred he is. He is jealous, prude,
and scrupulous. At Sir John Bland's, before sixteen persons, he coursed
his wife round the table on suspecting she had stolen on a little red, seized
her, scrubbed it off by force with a napkin, and then told her that since
she had deceived him and broke her promise he would carry her back
direct to England."
When we remember how the death of the countess was hastened by her
liberal use of " red and white," it is impossible to avoid regretting that this
strict discipline was not more perseveringly maintained. Parisian society was
much amused at her naivete in excusing herself from attending Madame
Pompadour's fete on the ground that it was her dancing-master's hour ;
but we think that such a reply only showed a very sensible determination
to make up for her early deficiencies. At the opera, which was in London
the constant scene of her triumphs, Mrs. Pitt, a rival English beauty, took
a box opposite the countess ; and the French people cried out that she
was the real English angel, thereby driving away her ladyship in tears.
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!:.t is clear, indeed, that the visit to Paris was a fiasco. Its society was
1 oo spirituelle for her ladyship, and her husband was only anxious to get
back to his musical festival at Worcester.
She complained to every one how odd it was my lord should treat her
no ill when he was so good as to marry her without a shilling. In spite,
iiowever, of these complaints of " my dear Cov," as she used to call her
"iusband, the pair seem to have been very fond of each other. We
:ind, to be sure, in the letters of the time, many insinuations about
ber and Lord Bolingbroke, nephew of the great Bolingbroke. In an age
jjiven so much to scandal such reports were only to be expected ; but we
«lo not think that in this case there was any foundation for them. There
:.s no doubt that Lady Coventry was deficient in that knowledge of the
\vorld and those accomplishments so necessary, especially at that period ;
but then we must remember that she became a " lady of quality " all at
)nce, and while still in her 'teens.
In spite of these disadvantages Lady Coventry was now the
eader of fashion in the metropolis. No assembly was complete
.vithout her presence, her dress was eagerly copied by admiring
;rowds who imagined that in it perhaps lay some of her attraction.
She came to her friend Selwyn one day to show him her "birth-
: light" dress, which was covered over with spots of silver the size
of a shilling. The wit told her she would be changed for a guinea.
'.Mrs. Delany, who was evidently very fond of dress and a great authority
on the subject, hears that the countess has been at a ball in " high
beauty," but, alas ! gets no account of her toilette. A short time after-
wards she was more fortunate, for she tells us, " Yesterday, after chapel,
lie duchess brought Lady Coventry to feast me, and a feast she icas I
She is a fine figure, handsome notwithstanding a silly look sometimes
ibout her mouth ; she has a thousand airs, but with a sort of innocence
ohat diverts one. Her dress was a black silk sack made for a large hoop,
which she wore without any, and it trailed a yard on the ground ; she had
i cobweb laced handkerchief, a pink satin long cloke lined with ermine
nixed with squirrel-skins. On her head a French cap that just covered
:he top of her head of blond and stood in the form of a butterfly with its
\vings not quite extended, fiilled sort of lappets crossed under her chin
ind tied with pink and green ribbon — a head-dress that would have
3harmed a shepherd ! She has a thousand dimples and prettinesses in her
sheeks, her eyes a little drooping at the corners, but fine for all that."
This is the most complete description we get anywhere of the countess.
It is unfortunate that she died before Keynolds had yet risen to fame.
Sir Joshua would have revelled in so fair a subject for his brush. Cotes,
however, who preceded Eeynolds- as a fashionable portrait-painter, has left us
the likeness of both beauties. There was a charming little oval portrait by
his hand of the younger sister, when Duchess of Argyle, exhibited this
summer in the National Portrait Exhibition at Kensington. We certainly
igree with those who maintained that the duchess was the handsomer of
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the two ; and Dr. Carlyle, who had seen her, speaks of her as undoubtedly
the handsomest woman of her time. We have all heard Pliny's story of
the citizen of Cadiz who was so enraptured with " Livy's pictured page "
as to travel from Spain to Home for the sole purpose of beholding its
author. Mrs. Delany tells us of a lady who professed that she had crossed
the Atlantic to see Lady Coventry. " Miss Allen was at the masquerade at
Somerset House, and had a great desire to see Lady Coventry ; by this
time most people were unmasked, and Miss Allen went up to Lady
Coventry (resolved to make a little sport with her), and after looking at
her very earnestly, ' I have indeed heard a great deal of this lady's
beauty, but it far surpasses all I have heard. I don't know whether I
may be called an Englishwoman, but I am just come from New York
upon the fame of this lady, whose beauty is talked of far and near, and I
think I came for a very good purpose.' "
We don't hear much of the other members of the family after the
elevation of the elder Miss Gunnings. Of the four beautiful girls who
surrounded Mrs. Gunning when Miss Bellamy first saw the family, one
died while a child, and the other made an inferior match in Ireland.
Their only brother entered the army, and having distinguished himself
in the American war, became a General and a Knight of the Bath. He
had a daughter who, trusting, we suppose, to the proverbial " luck of the
Gunnings," made a bold stroke for a ducal coronet, but canie to rather
signal grief. The affair caused a good deal of scandal in the next genera-
tion; and Miss Gunning's "vaulting ambition having o'erleaped itself,"
she was content eventually to accept a plain Connaught gentleman.
Now that the peeresses had become "fine ladies," cultivating " Shak-
speare and the musical glasses," we hear nothing of their mother. Of
Mr. Gunning, who no longer found it necessary to retire into the country
to avoid unpleasant consequences, we get a glimpse as he attends his
daughters' assemblies, wearing the portrait of Lady Coventry in his button-
hole like a Croix de St. Louis, and prouder of his decoration than others
of the Garter.
In the autumn of the year 1755 the Duchess of Hamilton and her
husband paid a visit to the Irish capital, where the Marquis of Hartingdon
had just assumed the reins of government. The good folks in Dublin,
we may be sure, were not a whit behind the metropolis in the homage they
paid at the shrine of beauty. The natural enthusiasm of the Hibernian
was heightened by the knowledge that in this case their devotion was
exhibited towards the " native article," and the visit of the duchess was
one continued triumph. When the pair dined at the Eagle Tavern, Cork
Street, vast crowds of all degrees assembled to see them ; and when they
afterwards retired to their lodgings, in Capel Street, the number of spec-
tators was so great as to obstruct the traffic. Of course they were taken
to see all the sights, — visited Powerscourt waterfall, a hundred years ago,
as now, the most beautiful of them, attended a levee held in their honour,
and patronised a charitable fete. We wonder if her grace visited the house
THE BEAUTIFUL MISS GUNNINGS. 429
in Britain Street from which she and her sister had tossed their valuables
to the actress's serving-man below, in order that something at all events
might escape the clutches of the bailiffs. It was given out that Lady
Coventry was to pass the winter in Dublin, but the rumour proved
unfounded, to the intense disappointment of its inhabitants. The countess
preferred the company of her great London friends, to whom she appears
to have sometimes afforded considerable amusement. Walpole tells us
tlr.it at a great supper at Lord Hertford's, he would have made her angry
had she not been the best-natured creature in the world. We cannot
help thinking, however, that her good-nature on this occasion arose chiefly
from her dulness in seeing that the company were laughing at her.
After her conduct towards Miss Bellamy, it is impossible to speak of
her kind-heartedness. Neither, if she possessed any instinctive regard for
the feelings of others, would she have told the King, then a feeble old man,
that there was but one other sight she cared to see, and that was — a
coronation ! " She declared, in a very vulgar accent, that if she drank any
more she would be ' muclcibus.' ' Lord,' said Lady Mary Coke, ' what is
that ? ' ' Oh ! it is only Irish for sentimental,' replied Walpole."
In strong contrast to the above rather coarse sketch of one of the
" goddesses " is a second, by the same hand, of a summer evening at Straw-
berry Hill, when the other was present. Surely, if the Laureate had beheld
it, he would have added another page to his Dream of Fair Women. " Straw-
berry Hill is grown a perfect Paphos ; it is the land of beauties. On
Wednesday the Duchesses of Hamilton and Kichmond, and Lady Ailesbury
diaed here ; the two latter stayed all night. There never was so pretty a
si^ht as to see them all sitting in the shell. A thousand years hence, when
I come to grow old, if that can ever be, I shall talk of that event, and tell
young people how much handsomer the women of my time were than they
will be. I shall say * Women alter now. I remember Lady Ailesbury
looking handsomer than her daughter, the pretty Duchess of Richmond, as
they were sitting in the shell on my terrace with the Duchess of Hamilton,
one of the famous Gunnings 1 ' " Pity that Watteau was not alive to immor-
talize such a scene.
The Duke of Hamilton, who was no less damaged in his person than in
his fortune at the period of his marriage, died early in the year 1758. Miss
Elizabeth Gunning's union with him does not seem to have been very happy.
S'ie did not remain long in retirement, and was soon surrounded anew by
ai i admiring train. It was the general opinion that her beauty had only
matured and improved during her first marriage, and that at five-and-
faventy she was handsomer than ever. The Duke of Bridgewater was
smitten by her charms and offered her his hand, only to be refused ; for
wliich refusal posterity is indebted to her grace, as it was after his rejec-
tion that the disappointed duke devoted himself to Brindley and the canal
which still bears his name. Thus a great national benefit hung on the
cr price of a Gunning ! The refusal of the Duke of Bridgewater did not,
however, imply that the widow intended to remain for ever disconsolate,
430 THE BEAUTIFUL MISS GUNNINGS.
and in the winter of 1759 her engagement to John Campbell, afterwards
Duke of Argyle, was the talk of the town. Walpole writes to all his friends
about it. He tells Sir Horace Mann that it is a match that would not dis-
grace Arcadia between her romantic history and the handsome person and
attractive manners of his intended. To Conway he thus unbosoms
himself : —
" It is the prettiest match in the world except yours, and everybody
likes it except the Duke of Bridgewater and Lord Coventry. What an
extraordinary fate to those two women ! who could have believed that
a Gunning would unite the two great houses of Campbell and Hamilton ?
For my part I expect to see my Lady Coventry Queen of Prussia. I
would not venture to marry either of them these thirty years for fear of
being shuffled out of the world prematurely to make room for the rest of
their adventures. The first time that Jack carries the duchess into the
Highlands, I am persuaded that some of his second- sighted subjects will
see him in a winding sheet with a train of kings behind him as long as
those in Macbeth. . . . The head of the house of Argyle is content,
and considers the blood of the Hamiltons has purified that of the Gunnings."
In March, 1759, the duchess was married to Mr. Campbell, who soon after
succeeded to the family honours. After her second marriage she almost
entirely disappeared from the fashionable world, and the name of the
Duchess of Argyle is but seldom met with in the memoirs of the time.
Not so, however, her sister, who continued to shine in society till the
moment of her early death, which occurred about two years later. There
is no doubt it was hastened by her liberal use of powder and paint. We
even in the present day have little idea how the ladies of that age painted
themselves. It is true we have our washes, our cosmetics, our dyes and
our artists whose enamel renders the wearer "beautiful for ever," but
nevertheless we doubt if in this respect we go so far as our great-grand-
mothers. Pope, describing a lady's toilet a generation before, hinted at
the practice then becoming general : —
Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ;
The fair each moment rises in her charms,
Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of the face.
Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
In the middle of the last century the habit had become universal ; we
must represent to ourselves, as Thackeray says, all fashionable female
Europe plastered with white and raddled with red. Walpole, when taking
his beautiful niece, afterwards Lady Waldegrave, and her lively friend
Miss Ashe, to Vauxhall, says, " They had just refreshed their last layers
of red and looked as handsome as crimson could make them." In an
epigram on Lady Coventry's great rival, Lady Caroline Petersham, the
writer asks,
Her blooming cheeks, what paint could draw 'em ?
That paint for which no mortal ever saw 'em.
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It was in the rouge-pot the poor Countess found her early death. Her
:nends saw that the habit was rapidly bringing on consumption, but no
\varnings could avail. In the winter of 1759 her health completely broke
>Iown, and it was thought that she could not hold out long. Walpole
mentions with surprise, in January, 1760, that at the trial of Lord Ferrers
for murder, in Westminster Hall, she appeared as well as ever, and was
acting over again " the old comedy of eyes " with Lord Bolingbroke.
The Countess lingered until the autumn of that year. Her death-bed was
indeed a sad one. The deadly poison which she was in the habit of
using to heighten her charms committed such ravages in the end upon
her cheeks that she became a hideous object. Conscious of her changed
appearance, she would see no one ; and it is said that she obliged even
her attendants to hand her medicines through the bed-curtains. She
died on the 1st of October, 1760, after a short reign of beauty, and many
moralized on the sad ending of her brilliant career. Mason wrote her
elegy, which was pronounced beautiful, though we must confess it appears
to us stiff and affected. Her husband married a second time, and
Selwyn, who was very fond of the two daughters of the beautiful
countess, gives us an amusing account of the way they sat in
their nursery conspiring against their stepmother. The Duchess of
Argyle does not appear to have been so frivolous as her sister. She
had a mind and a will of her own apparently. We are several times
informed that " Betty Gunning has a fine spirit." When several years
later Boswell accompanied Johnson on his tour to the Hebrides, the Duke
asketl them both to his castle. Dearly as Bozzy loved a lord, he was yet
afraid to go on account of the terrible duchess, whom he feared he had
offended in days long past by the part he had taken in the great Douglas
cause. In the year 1776 her ladyship was created a peeress in her own
right, as Baroness Hamilton. Even at that time, whenever she attended
Court, where she held a post in attendance upon Queen Charlotte, she was
conspicuous for her elegance and beauty. She died in the year 1790,
being then in her fifty-seventh year. Two of her sons, by her marriage
with the Duke of Hamilton, succeeded in turn to that title ; while her
daughter married the Earl of Derby, and was grandmother to the present
Prime Minister, and two of her sons, by her second union, inherited
successively the honours of the ancient house of Argyle.
So ended the strange career of the famous Gunnings. Born and
reared in obscurity, they reached in a moment the pinnacle of rank and
fashion, and gained titles which would have been a magnificent reward
for the most illustrious services to the country. Their lofty position they
owed entirely to their beauty ; one of them, at least, was silly, and perhaps
vulgar ; neither possessed culture or education, and yet in one short year
they " came, saw, and conquered." If any one be inclined to doubt the
empire of beauty over the heart of man, or to maintain that its dominion
is past, let him read the history of " the beautiful Miss Gunnings."
432
Clje SSfemajje fato rrf %
THE Yelverton case having again appeared in the House of Lords, naturally
draws attention to the anomalous condition of the Marriage Law of the
Three Kingdoms, and suggests reflections not flattering to the uniformity
of legislation. As, however, a Marriage Commission has heen sitting
to receive evidence of skilled and competent persons, we may hope that
the report, when laid on the table of the House, will be the foundation
of a carefully considered and uniform measure on the subject of the
Marriage Laws of the United Kingdom, and that a contract so momentous
may be rendered easy of proof and intelligible without the aid of experts.
It is only they who have been professionally engaged in the consideration
of the law of marriage, as expounded in courts, who are aware of the
intricacies of the apparently simple tie uniting man and woman in true
matrimony. To be told that in Scotland you may be married before the
process of an ordinary flirtation is begun, whilst in England or Ireland
you have to publish banns, or obtain licence, or get the certificate of a
marriage registrar, with a variety of notices and entries in books, is a slur
on our state politics. „
The Scottish people have, with their wonted tenacity, adhered to the
ancient system founded on the civil law as to marriage, whereby a contract
•per verba de pr&senti, or a promise de futuro cum copula, is considered
sufficient to constitute a legally valid marriage, whereas by the common
law of England down to the Marriage Act (the 26 George II. cap. 33),
it was essential to the constitution of a complete marriage that there
should be a religious solemnity ; that both modes of obligation should exist,
the civil and the religious ; that beside the civil contract (as in Scotland
per verba de yrasenti), which has always remained the same, there should
be a religious ceremony, not always the same, but varying from time to
time according to the variations of the laws of the Church.
The law of Ireland was founded. on the common law of England, and
was what the English law was prior to the passage of the Marriage Act ;
but thenceforward divergencies, according to the ecclesiastical systems in
operation in either country, took place.
It is difficult, however, to realize this state of things — that a child
may be born in Scotland of unmarried parents domiciled in that country,
which parents may afterwards intermarry in Scotland, that such child may
be capable of inheriting lands in Scotland, and yet be incapable of inherit-
ing lands in England or Ireland, and this because of the anomalies of the
Marriage Law operating in countries under the same government and the
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same sovereign. ' Prior to the English Marriage Act it was generally
supposed that it was not requisite to have any peculiar religious ceremony
to constitute marriage, and this because of the ceremony resting on the
ancient common law, which, as in Scotland, only required the consent of the
parties ; but there was this distinction, that to make a full and complete
r larriage in England, an application might be made to the spiritual court
to compel the solemnization of an actual marriage ; and hence originated
the notion, that it was always necessary to have the ceremony performed
i:i presence and with the intervention of a minister in holy orders.
But the common law of England did not require the consent of any
person to render valid the marriage contract, save that of the parties
themselves, and so far was in accordance with the civil law ; but abuses
springing up, the Council of Trent intervened to prevent the spread of
clandestine marriages, and such was also the object of the English Marriage
Act. Before that Act a marriage was valid though celebrated in a private
house instead of in the church, as the rubric prescribes ; valid too even
though no witness was present other than the clergyman, instead of in
free of the congregation ; valid though no person was present to give the
b ide away, valid without banns or licence, without the use of the ring,
without the repetition of the Marriage Service. All that was then neces-
BJ ry was that the parties took one another for husband and wife by
words in the present tense, and before a priest, or, since the Reformation,
bofore a deacon. But the Marriage Act, known as Lord Hardwicke's
Act, enacted that thenceforward (1753) all marriages should be celebrated
in a church and by banns . or licence, and no proceedings should be had
in any spiritual court to compel the celebration of any marriage in facie
ecdesice, by reason of any contract of matrimony, whether per verla de
prtzsenti or verba defuturo.
"The general law of Western Europe before the Council of Trent
seems clear," says Mr. Justice Willes in the House of Lords' Cases, 306.
" The fact of marriage — that is, the mutual consent of competent persons to
take one another for man and wife during their joint lives — was alone
considered necessary to constitute true and lawful matrimony in the
contemplation of both Church and State." To the same effect are the
observations of Lord Lyndhurst — " that a contract per verba de prasenti was,
prior to 1753, considered to be a marriage, that it was, in respect of its
constituting the substance and forming the indissoluble knot of matrimony,
regarded as verum matrimonium, is, I apprehend, clear beyond all doubt."
It may have been found difficult to procure evidence of the con-
sent or contract after the celebration, and hence the presence of a priest
became essential, to have trustworthy proof of the celebration, independent
of another suggested reason for his presence — that if he were aware of
ary lawful impediment he could prevent the ceremony. Now, to render
valid a marriage, in addition to consent, there must be some previous
notice or proclamation of banns, or licence, and a clergyman must be
present, or the marriage registrar of the district, and the marriage must
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bo in an authorized place and at authorized hours. In Scotland it is
still sufficient if both parties mutually declare themselves married ; but
this must be in presence of witnesses, or the consent must be expressly or
impliedly declared by writing.
From that first English Marriage Act (26 George II. cap. 33) no legis-
lative interference on the subject took place for seventy years ; but thence-
foward, and down to the 4 George IV. cap. 76, several statutes were passed,
all considering a religious ceremony as essential to the validity of the
marriage contract. Later statutes have been framed, enabling marriages
to be solemnized according to any form or ceremony the parties see fit to
adopt; but the 4 George IV. cap. 76, though qualified as to marriages
solemnized according to the Established Church, is not repealed by any
subsequent statute. By that statute the banns are to be published in the
parish church or an authorized chapel on three Sundays, according to the
rules prescribed by the rubric prefixed to the office of matrimony in the
Book of Common Prayer. A book is to be kept for the registration of
the banns, to be signed by the officiating minister; and by this means
accurate evidence is forthcoming of the solemnization of the ceremony,
because, in addition to the presence of the minister, two witnesses must
be present, who also sign the entry.
This statute, however, did not affect the marriages of Quakers oi*
Jews. Subsequent legislation dealt with the marriage contract, where
no religious ceremony is considered by the parties necessary to its
validity, beginning with an Act of Parliament of 6 & 7 William IV. cap. 85,
and ending with 3 & 4 of the Queen, cap. 72. These Acts provide for
general registries, for the appointment of marriage registrars, for enabling
them to grant licences, and for the celebration of marriage according to
forms there specified by the registrar himself. Entries of these mar-
riages are preserved in books provided for the purpose, the names of
the parties, the date of the celebration of the ceremony, and the witnesses
present ; again, by this means is evidence furnished of the fact of the
marriage, and that all due forms have been complied with.
Such is the law of England. As before stated, the general marriage
law of Ireland was identical with that of England before Lord Hardwicke's
Act, but it has been modified by some statutes of the Irish legislature.
The common law of that country did not consider the consent of
parents necessary to the validity of the contract; but by a statute of
9 George II. cap. 11 of the Irish Parliament, the marriages of minors
were void, if made without the consent of parents or guardians, and if the
minors were entitled to a certain amount of property. It further
inflicted penalties for the celebration of marriage between Roman
Catholics and Protestants, and its provisions were extended by a later
statute of the same reign, which made the celebration a felony in
the celebrant. Both these statutes were repealed by the 7 & 8 of
Victoria, cap. 81. But other statutes dealt with other offences in
reference to the ceremony. An Act of 32 George III. cap. 21, autho-
THE MARRIAGE LAW OF THE THREE KINGDOMS. 435
rized clergymen of the Established Church to marry Protestants and
Roman Catholics, but it prohibited .a Roman Catholic priest celebrating
the ceremony unless it had been previously performed by a Protestant
clergyman. An earlier statute of 19 George II. cap. 13 (Irish), annulled
all marriages celebrated by a Roman Catholic priest between Protestants,
or persons professing to be such within twelve months previous to the
ceremony, and Roman Catholics — a statute passed to counteract the
effect of an occasional profession, and a statute made remarkable by
reason of its being the statute on which the alleged Irish mar-
riage of Major Yelverton rested. • In answer to the priest, he stated
lie was a Catholic Protestant ; and the evidence of clergymen and others
proving that the Major had gone to the Established Church and
was still a professing Protestant within twelve months, the lady being
a Roman Catholic, the Irish marriage was not legal. By an Act of
33 George III. cap. 21, a penalty of 5QOL was inflicted on a Roman
Catholic priest marrying two Protestants, or a professing Protestant and
a Roman Catholic ; but this Act was repealed, so far as the penalty was
concerned, by 3 & 4 William IV. cap. 102, though it left the prohibition
against the validity of the marriage untouched. Now, however, by the
5 & 6 of the Queen, cap. 28, any Roman Catholic priest celebrating
such marriage, unless the ceremony have been previously performed by
a Protestant clergyman, is liable to transportation for seven years. Such,
in Ireland, is still the law of mixed marriages, which, however, are now
much discountenanced by the Roman Catholic Church ; and we doubt not
but that legislation will remove the penalty still existing on the Roman
Catholic priest ; but if it do so, that Church should be obliged to keep
and furnish, when required, an accurate register of its marriages. Strange
to say, there is no legal prohibition against minors marrying in that
Church ; whatever ecclesiastical rules there may be on that head, there is
no statute prohibiting them.
I'he cause celebre on the Scotch law of marriage is the Dalrymple
case, and though some of the dicta enunciated by Lord Stowell, the great
jurist who decided it, have been questioned, his judgment is ever referred
to as the exponent of the principles which should guide tribunals dealing
with the law of marriage.
Mr. Dalrymple was a member of a Scotch family, but was brought up
from early years in England. At the age of nineteen, being then a cornet
'in the Dragoon Guards, he accompanied his regiment to Edinburgh, where
it was quartered in March or April, 1804. Shortly after his arrival in
Edinburgh, he met in the ordinary intercourse of society a Miss Joanna
Gordon, the daughter of a gentleman of respectable condition in life.
Mr. Dalrymple was in the habit of visiting at the lady's father's house,
both in Edinburgh and at his country seat at Braid, near Edinburgh. -
Besides the ordinary visits, it appeared he and the lady had clandestine
interviews at the father's house, and for several nights they had remained
together. But there was no evidence of cohabitation, save wliat existed
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in the surmises of the servants and of the lady's sister. Mr. Dalryniple
left for England in 1805, and having sailed for Malta, continued abroad
till 1808, in which year he returned to England. His father having died,
Miss Gordon thought it time to establish her marriage, and she accord-
ingly sent to a friend of Mr. Dalrymple copies of what she termed her
marriage lines. At this period Mr. Dalrymple was on the eve of a
marriage with a sister of the then Duchess of St. Albans, and ultimately
celebrated with the English lady in a formal and regular manner, in facie
ccclcsia, the ceremony of marriage. Thereupon Miss Gordon applied to
the Consistorial Court of London to compel Mr. Dalrymple to the per-
formance of the marriage contract into which she alleged he had entered
with herself. The evidence was that of persons who deposed as to the
interviews at her father's house, of nocturnal meetings, and of his visiting
the house at unusual times. But unhappily for him, she produced letters
and documents written to her, in which he called her his wife ; and amid
these exhibits was one or two of this kind : —
No. 1.
A Sacred Promise.
I do hereby promise to marry you as soon as it is in my power, and never marry
another.
J. DALRYMPLE.
And I promise the same.
JOANNA GORDON.
No. 2.
1 herchy declare that Joanna Gordon is my lawful wife.
J. DALRYMPLE.
28th Aug. 1804.
And J hereby acknowledge John Dalrymple as my lawful husband.
J. GORDON.
The social position of the parties, Mr. Dalrymple being heir presump-
tive to the earldom of Stair, Miss Gordon being the daughter of a
gentleman of position, and Miss Manners being the sister of a duchess,
awakened great interest at the time ; but the parties are forgotten, the
somewhat romantic incidents of the case have faded from memory,
and nothing remains but that unrivalled judgment of Lord Stowell
tracing the marriage law from its earliest authentic period, and affording
to every student of our country's history an admirable summary of
the principles which have regulated the enforcement of the marriage
contract. Miss Gordon was successful ; Mr. Dalrymple was ordered to
restore to her conjugal rights, and Miss Manners, as far as the law was
concerned, remained Miss Manners. From that judgment may be
deduced these positions : — Marriage is a contract of natural law, — the
parent, not the child of civil society — and in civilized countries, acting
under a sense of the force of sacred obligations, it had the sanction of
religion superadded, and then it became a religious as well as a civil and
THE MARRIAGE LAW OF THE THREE KINGDOMS. 437
natural contract : it then came under the cognizance of the Church, and
it was elevated to the dignity of a sacrament; and so the law of the
church, the canon law, though it recognized it as a sacrament, so far
regarded the natural and civil origin of marriage as to hold that where
ihe natural and civil contract was formed it had the full essence of
matrimony without the intervention of a priest.
The consent therefore of two persons expressed in words of present
mutual acceptance constituted an actual and legal marriage, and consum-
mation was presumed as following that acceptance. At the Reformation,
Kngland disclaimed the doctrine of a sacrament in marriage, retaining,
however, the rules of the canon law that were founded in the natural
md civil contract of marriage. As we have observed, the marriage law
of Ireland was considered the same as that of England prior to the
Marriage Act of George II., but in 1840 there was raised a question on
f,n indictment for bigamy, which resulted in a protracted legal battle,
ending in the House of Lords. This case was the origin of the existing
statute law in Ireland now regulating the marriage ceremony in that
( ountry ; but this statute does not affect the Roman Catholics, Quakers,
or Jews. That statute is the 7th & 8th of the Queen, and became
necessary by reason of the following incidents.
In 1840 Dr. Miller, the Surrogate in the Consistorial Court of
Armagh, having to decide a question raised before him, on the validity
tf a marriage between a Presbyterian and a member of the Episcopal
Church solemnized by a Presbyterian minister, had declared such contract
to be null and void. In the North of Ireland, where such marriages had
leen of frequent occurrence, this judgment aroused great hostility.
Q.'he intensity of the indignation was increased, when it was known that
the decision was rested on a Saxon canon of the tenth century, requiring
the presence of a " priest " necessary to validate a marriage ; and the
Presbyterian minister not being episcopally ordained, was held not to
come within the canonical requirement of one in holy orders. The
question before the Consistorial Court was as to the right of administra-
tion to the property of a deceased individual, and in the conflict amongst
the next of kin the legality of the marriage was disputed. Shortly
after the judgment of Dr. Miller was pronounced, a man being indicted for
I igamy in the county of Antrim, pleaded that though he had been previously
united in wedlock by a Presbyterian minister, such was no valid contract,
because he was an Episcopalian. A special verdict was found by the jury,
under the direction of the judge who tried the prisoner, and the question
came before the Court of Queen's Bench in Ireland. The judges were
cl ivided in opinion as to the validity of the marriage, and the case was taken
to the House of Lords. Lords Brougham, Campbell, and Denman were
for reversing the judgment of the Irish Court; Lords Abinger, Cotten-
ham, and the Lord Chancellor were against the reversal ; and so, according
to the rule presumitur pro negante, the judgment of the Queen's Bench in
Ireland was affirmed, and the prisoner acquitted ; thus deciding that to
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validate a marriage in Ireland the ceremony must be in presence of a
priest in holy orders. To justify this decision there was cited a decretal
of Edmund, promulgated in 940, directing that " at the nuptials there
shall be a mass priest by law who shall with God's blessing bind the
union to all posterity." But it was rather pointedly asked, If this be
law, why are not all the Saxon enactments law ? why was the law of
King Ina not part of the Statute Book, which imposed the penalty of for-
feiture of goods on a man who had not his child baptized ; or the law of
King Alfred, which inflicted a graduated scale of fines for criminal conver-
sation, according to the rank of the parties ? In truth, it would appear
that the enactment of Edmund simply recommended a more formal cere-
mony, but it did not annul a marriage contracted without sacerdotal
benediction. This case, which is known as The Queen v. Mttlis, has
been more or less questioned, and it is generally assumed that though it
is a binding authority of the highest appellate tribunal, yet if the question
involved in it were reopened, the decision would be different. The effect
of it was somewhat alarming, for the legitimacy of many Presbyterian
families in the North of Ireland was assailed by it ; and so in the same
session of Parliament in which it was decided, the Act of 7 & 8 of the
Queen was passed, validating previous marriages that had been solemnized
by Presbyterian ministers between members of different communions, and
providing in future for the registration of all marriages depending on
the civil contract as well as the religious. In fact it is an analogous
statute with those applicable to England dealing with Nonconformists and
persons who object to a religious ceremony. It came into operation
on the 81st March, 1845, and was amended by 9 & 10 of the Queen,
cap. 72, and by 12 & 13 of the Queen, cap. 99, but not altered in any
essential. Now, therefore, in Ireland all the rules prescribed by the rubric
concerning the solemnizing of marriages continue to be observed by every
person in holy orders of the United Church of England and Ireland, but
the giving of notice to the marriage registrar of the district, and the issuing
of his certificate, may be used instead of the publication of banns ; and
Presbyterian marriages may be solemnized in Presbyterian churches
according to the form used therein. But the Act does not affect Roman
Catholics, whose rights are not interfered with if the marriages celebrated
by them were legal previously to the Act passing; nor does it alter
the contract of marriage as solemnized by Quakers and Jews, for such
marriage performed according to their usage is good in law, if both parties
be Quakers or profess the Jewish religion. These persons, however, must
give notice to the registrar and obtain his certificate before the ceremony.
Scotland then remains as before, the marriage being unaffected by any
statute, the law only requiring the consent of the parties to take each
other as husband and wife ; but this consent is required to be proved by
a witness present when it was given, or by a writing signed by the
parties. But of it may be said what was observed by Serjeant Maynard
in the time of the Commonwealth, " that the law lies very loose as to
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things that are naturally essential to marriages, as to pre-contracts and
dissolving marriages."
It would be interesting to detail some of the cases as reported in law
books in reference to the marriage law, but those who are desirous of
mastering the subject cannot do better than peruse the reports we have before
re ferred to, and especially an able resume of the whole matter by Mr. Justice
AVillesin the case of Beamish v. Beamish, in the House of Lords' Reports.
Taat was the case of a clergyman in holy orders going to the house of a
person named Lewis in the city of Cork, and there performing a ceremony
oi marriage between himself and one Isabella Fitzgerald, by reading between
them in the house the form of solemnization of matrimony in the Book of
Common Prayer, and by declaring that he Samuel S. Beamish took Isabella
Fitzgerald as his wedded wife, and Isabella Fitzgerald declaring she took
him for her wedded husband, and by placing a ring on her finger and pro-
ne aincing the blessing in the appointed form. No person was present at
the ceremony, but its performance was seen by a female — who, however,
did not hear what passed between them. The validity of this marriage
\v;is raised in an ejectment proceeding on a question of legitimacy ;
the Court of Queen's Bench in Ireland held it was a valid, though
ar irregular marriage, but the House of Lords decided that it was null and
vcid. This decision flowed from The Queen v. Millis — for that case
deciding that to constitute a valid marriage by the common law it must
have been celebrated in the presence of a clergyman in holy orders, the
fa<;t that the bridegroom was himself a clergyman in holy orders, there
being no other clergyman present, would not make it a valid marriage.
Mr. Beamish might have somewhere met in his reading with this passage
from a document of the 10th century, to be found in Ancient Laws, p. 335,
chap, ii., and.it might have been well if he had pondered it : "A priest's
wife is nothing but a snare of the Devil, and he who is ensnared thereby
or to his end, he will be seized fast by the Devil, and he also must
pass afterwards into the hands of fiends and totally perish."
440
little gcir
)0.oir,
niHERE is something sad in most
-*- pretty stories, in most lovely
strains, in the tenderest affections
and friendships ; but tragedy is
a different thing from the inde-
finable feeling which lifts us be-
yond to-day into that dear and
happy region where our dearest
loves, and plays, and dreams, are
to be found even in childish
times. Poor little Red Riding
Hood, with bright eyes glancing
from her scarlet caplet, has been
mourned by generations of chil-
dren ; but though they pity her,
and lament her sad fate, she is
no familiar playmate and com-
panion. That terrible wolf with
the fiery eyes, glaring through
the brushwood, haunts them from
the very beginning of the story ; — it is too sad, too horrible, and they
hastily turn the leaves and fly to other and better loved companions, with
whose troubles they sympathize, for they are but passing woes, and they
know that brighter times are in store. For the poor little maiden at the
well, for dear Cinderella, for Roe-brother and little sister, wandering
through the glades of the forest, and Snowwhite and her sylvan court of
kindly woodland dwarfs. All these belong to the sweet and gentle region
where beautiful calm suns shine after the storm, amid fair landscapes,
and gardens, and palaces. Even we elders sympathize with the chil-
dren in this feeling, although we are more or less hardened by time, and
have ourselves wandering in the midway of life met with wolves roving
through the forest ; wolves from whose cruel claws, alas ! no father's or
mother's love can protect us, and against whose wiles all warnings except
those of our own experience are vain. And these wolves devour little boys
as well as little girls and pats of butter.
This is no place to write of some stories, so sad and so hopeless that
they can scarcely be spoken ; although good old Perrault, in his simple
way, to some poor Red Riding Hoods strayirjg from the path, utters a
LITTLE RED BIDING HOOD. 441
vord of warning rhyme at the end of the old French edition : — Some
stories are too sad, others too trifling. The sketch which I have in my
riind is no terrible tragedy, but a silly little tale, so foolish and trivial
t-iat if it were not that it comes in its place with the others, I should
scarcely attempt to repeat it. I met all the personages by chance at
Tontainebleau only the other day.
The wrolf was playing the fiddle under Little Red Biding Hood's window.
Little Red Riding Hood was peeping from behind her cotton curtains.
Remy (that was the wolf's Christian name) could see the little balls
bobbing, and guessed that she was there. He played on louder than ever,
("ragging his bow with long sobbing chords across his fiddle-strings, and as
ho played a fairy palace arose at his bidding, more beautiful than the real
c Id palace across the Place that we had come to see. The fairy palace
arose story upon story, lovely to look upon, enchanted; a palace of art,
vith galleries, and terraces, and belvederes, and orange -flowers scenting the
fir, and fragrant blossoms falling in snow- showers, and fountains of life
murmuring and turning marble to gold as they flowed. Red Riding Hood
from behind her cotton curtains, and Remy, her cousin, outside in the
courtyard, were the only two inhabitants of this wonderful building. They
were alone in it together, far away in that world of which I have been
speaking, at a long long distance from the everyday all round about them,
though the cook of the hotel was standing at his kitchen-door, and the
stable-boy was grinning at Remy's elbow, and H. and I, who had arrived
only that evening, were sitting resting on the bench in front of the hotel,
f.mong the autumnal profusion of nasturtiums and marigolds with which the
court-yard was planted. H. and I had come to see the palace, and to walk
about in the stately old gardens, and to breathe a little quiet and silence
pfter the noise of the machines thundering all day in the Great Exhibition
of the Champ de Mars, the din of the cannons firing, of the carnages and
multitudes rolling along the streets.
The Maynards, Red Riding Hood's parents, were not passers-by like
ourselves, they were comfortably installed at the hotel for a month at a
time, and came over once a year to see Mrs. Maynard's mother, an old
lady who had lived at Fontainebleau as long as her two daughters could
remember. This old lady's name was Madame Capuchon ; but her first
husband had been an Englishman, like Mr. Maynard, her son-in-law, who
was also her nephew by this first marriage. Both Madame Capuchon' s
daughters were married, — Marthe, the eldest, to Henry Maynard, an
English country gentleman; Felicie, the youngest, to the Baron de la
Louviere, who resided at Poictiers and who was sous-prefet there.
It is now nearly forty years since Madame Capuchon first went to live
ri Fontainebleau, in the old house at the corner of the Rue de la Lampe.
It has long been doomed to destruction, with its picturesque high roof, its
narrow windows and balconies, and sunny old brick passages and staircases,
with the round ivy ceil-de-bosuf windows. Staircases were piled up of<
brick in the time of the Lewises, broad and wide, and easy to climb, and
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442 LITTLE RED BIDING HOOD.
not of polished wood, like the slippery flights of to-day. However, the old
house is in the way of a row of shops and a projected cafe and newspaper-
office, so are the ivy-grown garden-walls, the acacia-trees, the sun-dial,
and the old stone seat. It is a pity that newer buildings cannot sometimes
be selected for destruction ; they might be rebuilt and re-destroyed again
and again, and people who care for such things might be left in peace a
little longer to hold the dear old homes and traditions of their youth.
Madame Capuchon, however, is a kind and despotic old lady ; she has
great influence and authority in the town, and during her life the old house
is safe. It is now, as I have said, forty years since she first came to live
there, — a young widow for the second time, with two little daughters and
a faithful old maid to be her only companions in her flight from the world
where she had known great troubles and changes. Madame Capuchon and
her children inhabited the two upper stories of the old house. The rez de
chaussee was partly a porter's lodge, partly a warehouse, and partly a little
apartment which the proprietor reserved for his use. He died twice during
Madame Capuchon's tenancy ; once he ventured to propose to her — but
this was the former owner of the place, not the present proprietor, an old
bachelor who preferred his Paris cafe and his boulevard to the stately
silence and basking life of Fontainebleau.
This life suited Madame Capuchon, who from sorrow at first, and then
from habit, continued the same silent cloistered existence for years —
years which went by and separated her quietly but completely from her old
habits and friends and connections and long-past troubles, while the little
girls grew up and the mother's beauty changed, faded quietly away in the
twilight life she was leading.
The proprietor who had ventured to propose to the widow, and who
had been refused with so much grace and decision that his admiration
remained unaltered, was no more ; but shortly before his death he had a
second time accosted her with negotiations of marriage, not for himself
this time, but for a nephew of his, the Baron de la Louviere, who had
seen the young ladies by chance, heard much good of them from his uncle
and their attached attendant Simonne, and learnt that their dot. was ample
and their connections respectable. Marthe, the eldest daughter, was the
least good-looking of the two, but to most people's mind far more charming
than Felicie, the second. M. de la Louviere had at first a slight preference
for Marthe, but learning through his uncle that an alliance was contem-
plated between her and an English connection of her mother's, he announced
himself equally anxious to obtain the hand of Felicie, the younger sister.
After some hesitation, much addition of figures, subtraction, division, rule
of three worked out, consultations and talk between Simonne and her
mistress, and long discussions with Henry Maynard himself, who was
staying with a friend at Fontainebleau at the time, this favour was accorded
to the baron.
The young baroness went off nothing loth ; she was bored at home,
she did not like the habit of severity and silence into which her mother had
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iallen. She was a slim, active, decided person, of calm affections, but
passionately fond of her own way, as indeed was Madame Capuchon
herself, for all her regrets for that past in which it must be confessed she
had always done exactly as she liked, and completely ruled her two
husbands. For all Madame Capuchon' s blacks and drabs and seclusion,
;md shut shutters, and confessors, and shakes of the head, she had greatly
cheered up by this time : she had discovered in her health a delightful source
of interest and amusement; Felicie's marriage was as good as a play, as the
saying goes ; and then came a catastrophe, still more exciting than
Felicie's brilliant prospects, which occupied all the spare moments of the
i,wo years which succeeded the youngest girl's departure from home.
Madame Capuchon's nephew, Henry Maynard, was, as I have said,
r.taying at Fontainebleau with a friend, who was unfortunately a very
good-looking young man of very good family, who had come to Fontaine-
bleau to be out of harm's way, and to read French for some diplomatic
uppointment. Maynard used to talk to him about his devotion for his
pretty cousin Marthe with the soft trill in her voice and the sweet quick
eyes. Young Lord John, alas, was easily converted to this creed, — ne also
1 ook a desperate fancy to the pretty young lady ; and Madame Capuchon,
n^hose repeated losses had not destroyed a certain ambition which had
rlways been in her nature, greatly encouraged the young man. And so
one day poor Maynard was told that he must resign himself to his hard
fate. He had never hoped much, for he knew well enough that his cousin,
f,s he called her, did not care for him ; Marthe had always discouraged
him, although her mother would have scouted the notion that one of her
(laughters should resist any decree she might lay down, or venture to think
for herself on such matters.
When Lord John proposed in the English fashion to Marthe one
(vening in the deep embrasure of the drawing-room window, Madame
(Japuchon was enchanted, although disapproving of the irregularity of the
proceeding. She announced her intention of settling upon her eldest
(laughter a sum so large and so much out of the proportion to the dot
which she had accorded to Madame de la Louviere, that the baron hearing
(f it by chance through Monsieur Micotton, the family solicitor, was
furious, and an angry correspondence then commenced between him and
Ids mother-in-law, which lasted many years, and in which Madame
(Capuchon found another fresh interest to attach her to life and an
i nfailing vent for much 'of her spare energy and excitement.
Henry Maynard went back to his father's house at Littleton on
Thames, to console himself as best he could among the punts and the
vater-lilies. Lord John went back to England to pass his examination,
i nd to gain his family's consent, without which he said he could not
i larry ; and Marthe waited in the old house with Simonne and her mother,
{ nd that w,as the end of her story.
Lorcl John didn't pass his examination, but interest" was made for him,
i.-nd he was given another chance, and he got the diplomatic appointment
22—2
444 LITTLE BED HIDING HOOD.
all the same, and he went to Kussia and was heard of no more at
Fontainebleau. Madame Capuchon was naturally surprised at his silence.
While Marthe wondered and wearied, but spoke no word of the pain which
consumed her. Her mother sat down and wrote to the duke, presented
her compliments, begged to remind him of his son's engagement, and
requested information of the young man's whereabouts and intentions.
In the course of a week she received a few polite lines from the duchess,
regretting that she could give Madame Capuchon no information as to
Lord John's whereabouts or intentions, informing her that she had made
some mistake as to his engagement, and begging to decline any further
correspondence on the subject, on paper so thick that Simonne had to pay
double postage for the epistle, and it would scarcely burn when Madame
Capuchon flung it into the fire. The widow stamped her little foot,
flashed her eyes, bit her lips, darted off her compliments to the duchess a
second time, and begged to inform her that her son was a coward and a
false gentleman, and that it was the Capuchon family that now begged to
decline any further communication with people who held their word so
cheaply. Naturally enough, no answer came to this, although Madame
Capuchon expected one, and fumed and flashed and scolded for weeks
after, during which poor Marthe still wondered and knew nothing.
" Don't let us tell her anything about it," Simonne had said when the
first letter came. " Let her forget ' tout doucement,' " and Madame
Capuchon agreed.
And so Marthe waited and forgot tout doucement, as Simonne proposed,
for fifteen years, and the swans came sailing past her when she took her
daily walk, and the leaves fell and grew again, and every night the shadow
of the old lamp swinging in the street outside cast its quaint lines and
glimmer across her dark leaf-shaded room, and the trees rustled when the
wind blew, and her dreams were stranger and less vivid.
Once Henry Maynard wrote soon after Lord John's desertion, renew-
ing his proposals, to Marthe herself and not to his aunt ; but the letter
came too soon. And, indeed, it was by Henry Maynard' s letter that
Marthe first realized for certain what had happened.
But it came too soon. She could not yet bear to hear her faithless
lover blamed. Lord John was a villain and unworthy of a regret, Henry
said. Would she not consent to accept an honest man instead of a
false one ?
" No, no, no, a hundred times no," cried Marthe to herself, with
something of her mother's spirit, and she nervously wrote her answer and
slid out by herself and posted it. She never dared tell Madame Capuchon
what she had done.
As time went on, one or two other " offers " were made to her ; but
Marthe was so reluctant that as they were not very good ones Madame
Capuchon let them go by, and then Marthe had a long illness, and then
more time passed by.
" What have we been about? " said Madame Capuchon to her con-
LITTLE BED BIDING HOOD. 445
iidante one day as her daughter left the room. " Hero she is an old maid,
,'ind it is all her own obstinacy."
At thirty-three Marthe was still unmarried : a gracious, faded woman,
v/ho had caught the trick of being sad ; although she had no real trouble,
und had almost forgotten Lord John. But she had caught the trick of
being sad, as I say, of flitting aimlessly across the rooms, of remember-
ing and remembering instead of living for to-day.
Madame Capuchon was quite cheerful by this time ; besides her
health, her angry correspondence, her confessor, her game of dominoes,
and her talks with Simonne, she had many little interests to fill up spare
^aps and distract her when M. de la Louviere's demands were too much
j'or her temper. There was her comfortable hot and well-served little
dinner to look forward to, her paper to read of a night, her chocolate in
bed every morning, on a nice little tray with a pat of fresh butter and her
nice little new roll from the English baker's. Madame was friande, and
Simonne's delight was to cater for her. But none of these distractions
<{uite sufficed to give an interest to poor Marthe's sad life. She was
1 oo old for the fun and excitement of youth, and too young for the little
I'omforts, the resignations and satisfactions of age. Simonne, the good
old fat woman, used to think of her as a little girl, and try to devise new
ireats for her as she had done when Felicie and Marthe were children.
Marthe would kiss her old nurse gratefully, and think, with a regretful
righ, how it was that she could no longer be made happy by a bunch of
llowers, a hot buttered cake, a new trimming to her apron : she would
#ive the little cake away to the porter's grandchildren, put the flowers into
water and leave them, fold up the apron, and, to Simonne, most terrible
mgn of all, forget it in the drawer. It was not natural, something must be
done, thought the old woman.
The old woman thought and thought, and poked about, and one day,
with her spectacles on her nose, deciphered a letter which was lying on
Madame Capuchon' s table ; it was signed Henry Maynard, and announced
the writer's arrival at Paris. Next day, when Simonne was frizzling her
mistress's white curls (they had come out of their seclusion for some years
past), she suddenly asked what had become of Monsieur Maynard,
Madame' s English nephew, who used to come so often before Made-
moiselle Felicie was married.
" What is that to you ? " said the old lady. " He is at Paris. I
heard from him yesterday."
" And why don't you ask him to come down and see you?" said
{••Jimonne, frizzling away at the crisp silver locks. "It would cheer up
Mademoiselle to have some one to talk to. We don't want any one ; we
have had our day, you and I, but Mademoiselle, I confess I don't like to
r.ee her going on as she does."
" Nor I ! " said the old lady, sharply. " She is no credit to me. One
".vould almost think that she reproaches me for her existence, after all the
sacrifices I have made."
416 LITTLE RED BIDING HOOD.
Sinionne went on frizzling without stopping to inquire what these
sacrifices might be. "I will order a fricandeau for to-morrow," she
said ; " Madame had better invite Monsieur to spend the day."
" Simonne, you are an old fool," said her mistress. " I have already
written to my nephew to invite him to my house."
Maynard came and partook of the fricandeau, and went for a little
walk with Marthe, and he had a long talk with his aunt and old Simonne
in the evening, and went away quite late — past ten o'clock it was.
Maynard did not go back to Paris that night, but slept at the hotel, and
early next morning there came a note addressed to Marthe, in which the
writer stated that he was still of the same mind in which he had been
fifteen years before, and if she was of a different way of thinking, would
she consent to accept him as her husband ?
And so it came about that long after the first best hopes of her youth
were over, Marthe consented to leave her own silent home for her
husband's, a melancholy middle-aged bride, sad and frightened at the
thought of tjie tempestuous world into which she was being cast adrift,
and less able, at thirty-three than at twenty, to hold her own against
the kindly domineering old mother, who was much taken with the idea
of this marriage, and vowed that Marthe should go, and that no daughter
of hers should die an old maid if she could help it. She had been
married twice herself; once at least, if possible, she was determined
that both her daughters should follow her example. Felicie's choice was
not all that Madame Capuchon could have wished as far as liberality
and amiability of character were concerned, but Felicie herself was happy,
and indeed, so Madame Capuchon had much reason to suspect — abetted
her husband in his grasping and extortionate demands. "And now
Marthe's turn had come," said Madame Capuchon, complacently, sitting
up among her pillows, sipping her chocolate ; " she was the eldest, she
should have married first ; she had been a good and devoted daughter, she
would make an excellent wife," cried the valiant old lady.
When Marthe demurred, " Go, my child, go in peace, only go, go, go.
Simonne is quite able to take care of me : do you think I want the sacrifice
of your life ? For what should I keep you ? Can you curl me, can you
play at dominoes ? You are much more necessary to your cousin than
you are to me. He will be here directly — what a figure you have made of
yourself. Simonne, come here, give a coup de peigne to Mademoiselle.
There, I hear the bell, Henry will be waiting."
" He does not mind waiting, mamma," said Marthe, smiling sadly.
" He has waited fifteen years already."
" So much the worse for you both," cried the old lady, angrily. " If
I had only had my health, if my spirits had not been completely crushed
in those days, I never would have given in to such ridiculous ideas."
Ridiculous ideas ! This was all the epitaph that was uttered by any
one of them over the grave where poor Marthe had buried with much
pain and many tears the trouble of her early life. She herself had no
LITTLE BED BIDING HOOD. 447
o.her text for the wasted love of her youth. How angry she had been
^ ith her cousin Henry when he warned her once, how she had hated him
when he asked her to marry him before, tacitly forcing upon her the fact
o ? his friend's infidelity, and now it was to Maynard after all that she was
g )ing to be married. After all that had passed, all the varying fates, and
k ves, and hopes, and expectations of her life. A sudden alarm came over
the. poor woman — was she to leave it, this still life, and the old house, and
the tranquil shade and silence — and for what ? Ah, she could not go, she
could not — she would stay where she was. Ah ! why would they not leave
h 3r alone ?
Marthe went up to her room and cried, and bathed her eyes and cried
aj-ain, and dabbed more water to dry her tears ; then she came quietly
down the old brick stairs. She passed along the tiled gallery, her slim
figure reflecting in the dim old looking-glass in the alcove at the end,
with the cupids engraved upon its mouldy surface. She hesitated a
moment, and then took courage and opened the dining-room door. There
wis nobody there. It was all empty, dim-panelled, orderly, with its
narrow tall windows reflecting the green without, and the gables and
chimney- stacks piling under the blue. He was in the drawing-room then ;
si .e had hoped to find him here. Marthe sighed and then walked on across
tte polished floor, and so into the drawing-room. It was dimmer, more chill
than the room in which their meals were served. Some one was standing
w iiting for her in one of the windows. Marthe remembered at that instant
that it was Lord John's window, but she had little time for such remi-
niscences. A burly figure turned at her entrance, and Henry Maynard
came to meet her, with one big hand out, and his broad good-natured face
beaming.
" Well, Minnie," said Henry Maynard, calling her by his old name for
her, " you see I am here again already."
"Yes," she answered, standing before him, and then they were both
silent ; these two midde-aged people waiting for the other to speak.
" How is your mother ? " Maynard asked. " I thought her very little
changed, but you are not looking over well. However, time touches us all.'1
Marthe drew herself up, with her eyes gleaming in her pale face, and
thm there was another silence. At last Martha faltered out, gaining
co irage as she went on, ,
"I have been agitated, and a little disturbed. My mother is quite
well, cousin Henry," she said, and as she spoke her sad looks encountered
Maynard' s good-natured twinkling glance. She blushed suddenly like a
giil of fifteen. " You seem amused," she said, with some annoyance.
" Yes, dear," spoke Maynard, in his kind manly tones. " I am
an used that you and I, at our time of life, should be -shilly-shallying and
sei itimentalising, like a couple of chits who have all their life before them,
an I don't care whether they know or not what is coming next. I want to
kn )w very much — for I have little time to lose — what do you and your
me ther think of my letter this morning ? "
448 LITTLE BED RIDING HOOD.
This was coming to the point very abruptly, Mademoiselle Capuchon
thought.
"I am so taken by surprise," Marthe faltered, retreating a step or two,
and nervously twisting her apron round about her fingers. " She wishes
it. I — I hardly know. I have had so little time to . ..."
" My dear Marthe," said Maynard, impatiently, "I am not a romantic
young man. I can make no professions and speeches. You must take
me as I am, if I suit you. I won't say that after you sent me away I have
never thought of anybody but you during these past fifteen years. But we
might have been very happy together all this long time, and yesterday
when I saw how hipped you were looking, I determined to try and bring
you away with me from this dismal place into the fresh air of Littleton,
that is, if you liked to come with me of your own free will, and not only
because my aunt desires it." And Henry Maynard drew a long breath,
and put his hands in his pockets.
This honest little speech was like a revelation to Marthe. She had
come down feeling like a victim, meaning graciously perhaps, in the end,
to reward Maynard' s constancy, taking it for granted that all this time he
had never ceased being in love. She found that it was from old friendship
and kindness alone that he had come to her again, not from, sentiment, and
yet this kindness and protection touched her more than any protestations
of romantic affection.
" But — but — should you really like it ? " she stammered, forgetting all
her dreams, and coming to life, as it were, at that instant.
" Like it," he said, with a smile. " You don't know how fond I mean
to be of you, if you will come with me, dear Marthe. You shall make me
as happy as you like, and yourself into the bargain. I don't think you will
be sorry for it, and indeed you don't seem to have been doing much good
here, all by yourself. Well, is it to be yes or no?" And once more
Maynard held out the broad brown hand.
And Marthe said " Yes," quite cheerfully, and put her hand into his.
Marthe got to know her future husband better in these five minutes
than in all the thirty years which had gone before.
The Maynards are an old Catholic family, so there were no difficulties
on the score of religion. The little chapel in the big church was lighted
up, the confessor performed the service. Madame Capuchon did not
go, but Simonne was there, in robes of splendour, and so were the De la
Louvieres. The baron and his mother-in-law had agreed to a temporary
truce on this auspicious occasion. After the ceremony the new married
pair went back to a refection which the English baker and Simonne had
concocted between them. The baron and baroness had brought their little
son Reiny, to whom they were devoted, and he presented Marthe with a
wedding present — a large porcelain vase, upon which was a painting of
his mother's performance — in both his parents' name. Madame Capuchon
brought out a lovely pearl and emerald necklace, which Felicie had coveted
for vears past.
LITTLE RED RIDING- HOOD. 449
" I must get it done up," the old lady said ; " you won't want it imme-
diately, Marthe, you shall have it the first time you come to see me."
" Do not delay too long," added Madame Capuchon, with a confidential
shake of her head, to her son-in-law Maynard, as Marthe went away to
change her dress. " You see my health is miserable. I am a perfect
martyr. My doctor tells me my case is serious ; not in so many words,
but he assures me that he cannot find out what ails me, and when doctors
say that we all know what it means."
Henry Maynard attempted to reassure Madame Capuchon, and to
induce her to take a more hopeful view of her state ; but she grew quite
angry, and snapped him up so short with her immediate prospect of
dissolution, that he desisted in his well-meant endeavours, and the old
lady continued more complacently, —
"Do not be uneasy; if anything happens to me Simonne will write
directly to your address. Do not forget to leave it with her. And now go
and fetch your wife, and let me have the pleasure of seeing her in her
travelling dress."
It was a kind old lady, but there was a want in her love ; so it seemed
to her son-in-law as he obeyed her behest.
Marthe had never quite known what real love was, he thought. Senti-
ment, yes, and too much of it, but not that best home-love — familiar,
tender, unchanging. Her mother had not got it in her to give. Felicie"
de la Louviere was a hard and clear-headed woman ; all her affection was
for Remy, her little boy. Maynard disliked her and the baron too,
but they were all apparently very good friends.
Marthe came back to the salle to say good-by, looking like herself
again Maynard thought, as his bride, in her rippling trailing grey silks,
entered the room, with Simonne's big bouquet of roses in her hand, and a
pretty pink glow in her cheeks.
She was duly embraced by Felicie and her husband, and then she
jmelt down to ask for her mother's blessing. " Bless you! bless you !"
cried Madame Capuchon, affectionately pushing her away. " There, you
••vill disarrange yourself; take care, take care." Simonne sprang to the
rescue, and Marthe found herself all at once embraced, stuck with pins,
nhaken out, tucked in, flattened, folded, embraced again ; the handkerchief
with which she had ventured to wipe her tears was torn out of her hand,
•bided, smoothed, and replaced. " Voila ! " said Simonne, with two last loud
kisses, " bon voyage; good luck go with you." And Maynard following
liter, somewhat to his confusion, received a couple of like salutations.
ir.
benediction followed Mrs. Maynard to England, where she
vent and took possession of her new home. The neighbours called;
t ae drafting-room chintzes were renewed ; Marthe Capuchon existed on
longer; no one would have recognized the listless ghost • flitting here
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and tL ere, and gazing from the windows of the old house in the Rue
de la Lampe, in the busy and practical mistress of Henry Maynard' s
home. She had gained in composure and spirits and happiness since she
came to England. Her house was admirably administered ; she wore hand-
some shining silk dresses and old lace ; and she rustled and commanded as
efficiently as if she had been married for years. Simonne threw up her
hands with delight at the transformation the first time she saw Martha
after her marriage. " But you are a hundred times better-looking than
Madame la Baronne," said the old woman. " This is how I like to see
you." The chief new blessing and happiness of all those blessings and
happinesses which Simonne had wished to Martha Maynard was a blessing
called Martha too. It is considered a pretty name in French, and Maynard
loved it for his wife's sake, and as time went on for her daughter's as well.
He called her Patty, however, to distinguish the two. Far more than the
happiness some people find in the early spring, in the voices of birds, the
delight of the morning hours, the presence of this little thing brought to
her mother, this bright, honest black and brown and white and coral
maiden, with her sweet and wilful ways and gay shrill warble. Every
year the gay voice became more clear and decided, the ways more
pretty and more wilful. Mrs. Maynard used to devise pretty fanciful
dresses for her Patty, and to tie bright ribbons in the child's crisp
brown locks, and watch over her and pray for her from morning to
night. Squire Maynard, who was a sensible man, used to be afraid lest
so much affection should be bad for his little girl : he tried to be stern
now and then, and certainly succeeded in frightening Patty on such
occasions. The truth was he loved his wife tenderly, and thought that
Patty made a slave of her mother at times. It was a happy bondage
for them both. Marthe dreamt no more dreams now, and only entered
that serene country of her youth by proxy, as it were, and to make plans
for her Patty. The child grew up as the years went by, but if Martha
made plans for her they were very distant ones, and to the mother as
impossible still as when Patty had been a little baby tumbling in her
cradle. Even then Martha had settled that Patty was not to wait for
years, as she had waited. What hero there was in the big world worthy
of her darling, Mrs. Maynard did not know. The mother's heart sickened
the first time she ever thought seriously of a vague possibility, of which
the very notion filled her with alarm. She had a presentiment the first
time that she ever saw him.
She was sitting alone in her bedroom, drowsily stitching in the sunlight
of the pleasant bow- window, listening to the sound of the clippers at work
upon the ivy-hedge close by, and to the distant chime from the clock-tower
of the town across the river. Just below her window spread the lawn
where her husband's beloved flower-beds were flushing — scarlet and twink-
ling violet, white and brilliant amber. In the field beyond the sloping lawn
some children were pulling at the sweet wild summer garlands hanging in
tho hedges, and the Alderneys were crunching through the long damp
LITTLE RED BIDING HOOD. 451
glasses. Two pretty creatures had straggled down-hill to the water-side,
and were looking at their own brown eyes reflected in a chance clear pool
in the margin of the river. For the carpet of green and meadow verdure
w.is falling over, and lapping and draggling in the water in a fringe of
glistening leaves and insects and weeds. There were white creamy meadow-
sweets, great beds of purple flowers, bronzed water docks arching and
ciisping their stately heads, weeds up-springing, golden, slimy water-
lilies floating upon their shining leaves. A water rat was starting out
of his hole, a dragon-fly floating along the bank. All this was at the
foDt of the sloping mead down by the bridge. It crossed the river to the
little town of spires and red brick gables which had been built about two
centuries ago, and all round about spread hills and lawns and summer corn-
fields. Martha Maynard had seen the corn-fields ripen year after year:
sfce loved the place for its own sake, and for the sake of those who were
very dear to her then; but to-day, as she looked, she suddenly realized;
poor soul, that a time might come when the keart and the sweetest life of
this little home-Eden might go from it. And as she looked through her
w ndow, something like a chill came over her : she dropped her work into
he r lap, and sat watching two figures climbing up the field side by side ;
ccming through the buttercups, disappearing behind the hedge, reappearing
at the bottom of the lawn, and then one figure darted forwards, while the
otaer lingered a little among the flower-beds ; and Mrs. Maynard got
uj resolutely, with a pain and odd apprehension in her heart, and went
dc wn to meet her daughter. The steeples of the little town which strike
the hours, half-hours, and the very minutes as they pass, were striking
fo ir quarters, and then five again, as Mrs. Maynard came out upon her
la vn, and at each stroke the poor mother's heart sank, and she turned a
little sick at the possibility which had first occurred to her. just now in her
o^ n room. It seemed to thrust itself again upon her as she stood waiting
fo : the two young people — her own Patty and the strange young man
ccroing through the flower-beds.
There was a certain likeness to herself, odd, touching, bewildering, in
tha utter stranger, which said more plainly than any words, I belong to
you and yours ; I am no stranger, though strange to you. Patty had no
need to explain, all breathless and excited and blushing, " Mamma,
d( you know who this is ? This is Remy de la Louviere. Papa and I
fo md him at the hotel," for the poor mother had already guessed that
this was her sister's son.
She could not help it. Her greeting was so stiff, her grasp so timid
ar d fluttering, her words so guarded, that M. Remy, who was used to be
cordially welcomed and much made of, was surprised and disappointed,
tliDugh he said nothing to show it. His manner froze, his mustachios
se 3med to curl more stiffly. He had expected to like his aunt from her
le ters and from what he had seen of her daughter, and she was just
tha same as anybody else after all. In the meantime Remy was
in -reducing himself. He had come to make acquaintance with his
452 LITTLE BED BIDING HOOD.
English, relations, he told Mrs. Mayuard. His mother " sent her love, and
would they be kind to him? " Martha, for all her presentiments, could not
but relent towards the handsome young fellow ; she did not, however, ask
him to stay, but this precaution was needless, for her husband had done
so already. " We heard him asking for us at the inn," explained Patty.
"Mamma, was not it fortunate? Papa was talking about the old brown
mare, and I was just walking with Don in the court-yard, and then I
heard my cousin saying, < Where is Sunnymede ? ' and I said, 'Oh, how
delightful! '"
" Hush, darling," said her mother. " Go and tell them to bring us
some tea on the lawn."
There was a shady corner not too far from the geraniums, where the
table was set, and Reiny liked his aunt a little better, as she attended to
his wants, making a gentle clatter among the white cups, and serving out
cream strawberries with liberal hand, unlike anything he was used to at
home. Mi*. Maynard came in, hot, grizzled, and tired, and sank into a
garden-chair ; his wife's face brightened as he nodded to her ; the distant
river was flashing and dazzling. Remy, with his long nose and blight
eyes, sat watching the little home scene, and envying them somewhat the
harmony and plenty. There was love in his home, it is true, and food too,
but niggardly dealt out and only produced on occasions. If this was English
life, Remy thought it was very pleasant, and as he thought so, he saw the
bright and splendid little figure of his cousin Patty advancing radiant across
the lawn. For once Mrs. Maynard was almost angry with her daughter for
looking so lovely ; her shrill sweet voice clamoured for attention ; her
bright head went bobbing over the cake and the strawberries ; her bright
cheeks were glowing ; her eyes seemed to dance, shine, speak, go to sleep,
and wake again with a flash. Mrs. Maynard had tied a bright ribbon in
her daughter's hair that morning. She wore a white dress like her mother,
but all fancifully and prettily cut. As he looked at her, the young man
thought at first, — unworthy simile, — of coffee and cream and strawberries,
in a dazzle of sunlight ; then he thought of a gipsy, and then of a nymph,
shining, transfigured: a wood-nymph escaped from her tree in the
forest, for a time consorting with mortals, and eating and joining in their
sports, before she fled back to the ivy-grown trunk, which was her home,
perhaps.
Mrs. Maynard, frowning slightly, had asked for the second time
whether lie had seen his grandmother lately, before Eemy, with some
little confusion, came back to his senses again. " No, not veiy lately ;
not for some time," said he. While Patty cried out, " I want a nice large
piece of cake, mamma ; this is such a good cake. Have you given
Remy some?"
" Remy ! " her mother looked it rather than said it.
" Yes, dear," said Patty, nothing abashed. " You always called papa
Henry, I know, and he wasn't really your cousin. We want to go out on
the river in a boat after dinner, please, dearest mamma ; and we will get
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same lilies and feed the swans. A little more cream, please mamma, and
some sugar."
Kerny had not lived all these years in the narrow home school in
vhich he had been bred without learning something of the lesson which
v as taught there. Taught in the whole manner and being of the household,
of its incomings and outgoings, of its interests and selfish preoccupa-
t ons. We are all sensible, coming from outside into strange homes, of
t ie different spirit or lares penates pervading each household. As surely
as every tree in the forest has its sylph, so every house in the city must
own its domestic deity, — different in aspect and character, but ruling with
irresistible decision, — orderly and decorous, disorderly ; patient, impatient ;
S3me stint and mean in contrivances and economies, others profuse and
neglectful ; others, again, poor, plain of necessity, but kindly and liberal.
Borne spirits keep the doors of their homes wide open, others ajar, others
under lock and key, bolted, barred, with a little cautious peephole to
r3connoitre from. As a rule, the very wide open door often invites
you to an indifferent entertainment going on within ; and people who are
particular generally prefer those houses where the door is left, let us say,
OQ the latch.
The household god that Bemy had been brought up to worship was a
mean, self-seeking, cautious, and economical spirit. Madame de la Lou-
viere's object and ambition in life had been to bring her servants down to
the well-known straw a day ; to persuade her husband (no difficult matter)
to grasp at every chance and shadow of advantage along his path; to
educate her son to believe in the creed which she professed. Eemy must
n.ake a good marriage ; must keep up with desirable acquaintances ;
must not neglect his well-to-do uncle, the La Louviere in Burgundy ;
n.ust occasionally visit his grandmother, Madame Capuchon, whose
savings ought to be something considerable by this time. Madame de la
Louviere had no idea how considerable these savings were until one day
about a week before Eemy made his appearance at Littleton, when the
family lawyer, Monsieur Micotton, had come over to see her on business.
This grasping clear-headed woman exercised a strange authority and
fascination over the stupid little attorney, — he did her business cheaper
tl ian for any other client ; he told her all sorts of secrets he had no
right to communicate, — and now he let out to her that her mother had
b )en making her will, and had left everything that she had laid by, in
trust for little Marthe Maynard, her elder daughter's only child.
Madame de la Louviere's face pinched and wrinkled up into a sort of
struggling knot of horror, severity, and indignation.
" My good Monsieur Micotton, what news you give me ! What a
culpable partiality. What an injustice ; what a horror. Ah, that little
iiitriguing English girl ! Did you not remonstrate with, implore, my
unfortunate mother ? But it must not be allowed. We must interfere."
" Madame," said Micotton, respectfully, "}^our mother is, as you well
kiow, a person of singular decision and promptness of character. She
454 . LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.
explained to me that when your sister married, her husband (who appa-
rently is rich) refused to accept more than a portion of the dot which
came by right to madame your sister. M. de la Louviere unfortunately
at that moment requested some advance, which apparently vexed madame
your mother, and "
" Ah, I understand. It was a plot ; it was a conspiracy. I see it all,"
hissed the angry hidy. " Ah, Monsieur Micotton, what a life of anxiety is
that of a mother, devoted as I have been, wounded cruelly to the heart ; at
every hour insulted, trampled on ! "
Madame de la Louviere was getting quite wild in her retrospect ; and
M. Micotton, fearing a nervous attack, hastily gathered his papers
together, stuffed them into his shabby bag, and making a great many
little parting bows, that were intended to soothe and calm down his angry
client, retreated towards the door. As he left he ran up against a tall,
broad-shouldered, good-looking young man, with a long nose, quick dark
eyes, and a close-cropped dark beard, thick and soft and bright. Remy
had a look of his mother, who was a tall, straight, well-built woman ; but
his forehead was broader, his face softer, and his smile was charming. It
was like the smile of his unknown aunt, far away in England, the enemy
who had, according to his mother's account, defrauded and robbed him of
his rights.
" My son, my poor child!" said the baroness excitedly, "be calm,
come and help me to unravel this plot."
" What is the matter ? " Remy asked in a cheerful voice. He, however,
shrugged his shoulders rather dolefully when he heard the news, for to
tell the truth he was in debt, and had been counting upon his grandmother's
legacy to help him out. " Hadn't we better make sure of her intentions
before we remonstrate ?" he suggested, and the baron was accordingly
sent for and desired to copy out another of those long letters of his wife's
devising, which he signed with a flourish at the end.
Madame Capuchon appealed to, refused to give any information as
to the final disposition of her property. She should leave it to anybody
she liked. She thought, considering her state of health, that the baron
might have waited in patience until she was gone to satisfy his curiosity.
She sent her love to her grandson, but was much displeased with both his
parents.
This was a terrible climax. Madame de la Louviere lay awake all one
night. Next morning she sent for Remy and unfolded her plans to him.
"You must go over to England and marry your cousin," she said,
decisively ; " that is the only thing to be done."
When Micotton came next day for further orders, Madame de la
Louviere told him that Remy was already gone.
All his life long Remy remembered this evening upon the river,
sweeter, more balmy and wonderful than almost any evening he had ever
spent in his life before. He had come with a set purpose, this wolf in
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slio >p's clo tiling, to perform his part in a bargain, without thought of any-
thing but his own advantage. The idea of any objection being made never
occ aired to him. He was used to be made much of, as I have said ; ho
could please where he chose. This project accorded so entirely with his
French ideas, and seemed so natural and simple an arrangement, that
he never thought of doubting its success. For the first time now a
possibility occurred to him of something higher, wiser, holier, than money
get; ing and grasping, in his schemes for the future and for his married life.
He scarcely owned it to himself, but now that he had seen his cousin, he
unconsciously realized that if he had not already come with the set
purpose of marrying her, he should undoubtedly have lost his heart to
this winsome and brilliant little creature. All that evening, as they slid
through the water, paddling between the twilight fields, pushing through
the beds of water-lilies, sometimes spurting swiftly through the rustling
reeds, with the gorgeous banks on either side, and the sunset beyond
the hills, and the figures strolling tranquilly along the meadows, De la
Louviere only felt himself drifting and drifting into a new and wonderful
world.. This time-wise young fellow felt as if he was being washed white
and happy and peaceful in the lovely purple river. Everything was at
one 3 twilit, moonlit, and sunlit. The water flowed deep and clear. Patty,
with a bulrush wand, sat at the stem, bending forward and talking
happily; the people on the shore heard her sweet chatter.
Once Patty uttered a cry of alarm. "Don! Where was Don?"
He had been very contentedly following them, trotting along the bank ;
but now in the twilight they could not make him out. Patty called and
her father halloed, and Kerny pulled out a little silver whistle he happened
to Lave in his pocket and whistled shrilly. Old Don, who had been a
littlo ahead, hearing all this hullabaloo, quietly plashed from the banks
into the water, and came swimming up to the side of the boat, with his
honost old nose in the air and his ears floating on the little ripples.
Having satisfied them of his safety and tried to wag his tail in the water,
he swam back to shore again, and the boat sped on its way home through
the jwilight.
•'What a nice little whistle," said Patty.
•'Do take it," said Remy. "It is what I call iny dogs at home with.
Plea se take it. It will give me pleasure to think that anything of mine is
usec by you."
"'Oh, thank you," said Patty, as she put out her soft warm hand
thro igh the cool twilight and took it from him. Maynard was looking
out for the lock and paying no attention. Remy felt as glad as if some
grea ; good-fortune had happened to him.
r.:'he light was burning in the drawing-room when they got back. Mrs.
May lard had ordered some coffee to be ready for them, and was waiting
with a somewhat anxious face for their return.
' Oh, mamma, it has been so heavenly," said Patty, once more sink-
ing i ito her own corner by the window.
456 LITTLE RED HIDING HOOD.
And then the inoon came brightly hanging in the sky, and a nightingale
began to sing. Remy had never been so happy in his life before. He
had forgotten all about his speculation, and was only thinking that his
English cousin was more charming than all his grandmother's money-bags
piled in a heap. For that night he forgot his part of wolf altogether.
In the morning, Patty took her cousin to the greenhouse, to the stable
to see her pony ; she did the honours of Sunnymede with so much gaiety ^
and frankness that her mother had not the heart to put conscious thoughts
into the child's head, and let her go her own way. The two came back
late to the early dinner ; Mr. Maynard frowned, he disliked unpunctuality.
Remy was too happy to see darkness anywhere, or frowns in anybody's
face, but then his eyes were dazzled. It was too good to last, he thought,
and in truth a storm was rising even then.
During dinner, the post came in. Mrs. Maynard glanced at her
correspondence, and then at her husband, as she put it into her pocket.
" It is from my mother," she said. Remy looked a little interested, but
asked no questions, and went on talking and laughing with his cousin ; and
after dinner, when Mrs. Maynard took her letter away to read in the
study, the two young people went and sat upon the little terrace in front of
the house.
The letter was from Madame Capuchon, and Mrs. Maynard having
read it, put it into her husband's hands with a little exclamation of
bewildered dismay.
11 What is the matter, my dear ? " said Maynard, looking up from his
paper, which had come by the same afternoon post.
" Only read this," she said; " you will know best what to do. Oh,
Henry, he must go ; he should never have come."
My heroine's mother was never very remarkable for spirit : her nearest
approach to it was this first obstinate adherence to anything which Henry
might decree. Like other weak people she knew that if she once changed
her mind she was lost, and accordingly she clung to it in the smallest
decisions of life with an imploring persistence : poor Marthe, her decision
was a straw in a great sea of unknown possibilities. Madame Capuchon
was a strong-minded woman, and not afraid to change her mind.
"I have heard from Felieie," the old lady wrote; "but she says
nothing of a certain fine scheme which I hasten to acquaint you
with. I learnt it by chance the other day when Micotton was with
me consulting on the subject of my will, which it seems has given
great offence to the De la Louvieres. Considering the precarious
state of my health, they might surely have taken patience ; but I
am now determined that they shall not benefit by one farthing that
I possess. Micotton, at my desire, confessed that Remy has gone over
to England for the express purpose of making advances to Martha, your
daughter, in hopes of eventually benefiting through me. He is a 37oung
man of indifferent character, and . he inherits, no doubt, the covetous and
grasping spirit of his father." Mr. Maynard read no farther ; he flushed
LITTLE RED BIDING HOOD. 457
up, and began to hiss out certain harmless oaths between his teeth.
' • Does that confounded young puppy think my Patty is to be disposed of
like a bundle of hay ? Does he come here scheming after that poor old
voman's money ? Be hanged to the fellow ; he must be told to go about
Lis business, Marthe, or the child may be taking a fancy to him. Con-
found the impertinent jackanapes."
"But who is to tell him?" poor Marthe faltered, \vith one more
c isinal presentiment.
" You, to be sure," said Maynard, clapping on his felt hat and march-
iug right away oft' the premises.
In the meantime Remy and his cousin had been very busy making Don
j amp backwards and forwards over the low parapet. They had a little
disjointed conversation between the jumping.
" What is your home like ? " Patty asked once.
" I wish it was more like yours," said Remy, with some expression;
' : it would make me very happy to think that, some day, it might become
riore so."
The girl seemed almost to understand his meaning, for she blushed
f nd laughed, and tossed her gloves up in the air, and caught them again.
'•I love my home dearly," said she.
At that moment the garden door opened, and Mr. Maynard appeared,
lut instead of coming towards them, he no sooner saw the two young folks
than he began walking straight away in the direction of the outer gate, never
turning his head or paying any attention to the young folks.
" Papa, papa I " cried Patty, springing up ; but her father walked on,
never heeding, and yet she was sure he must have heard. What could it
mean ? She looked at Remy, who was quite unconscious, twirling his
moustache, and stirring up Don with the toe of his boot; from Remy she
looked round to the library window, which was open wide, and where her
mother was standing.
" Do you want me ? " Patty cried, running up.
" Ask your cousin to come and speak to me," said Mrs. Maynard,
V3iy gravely — " here, in papa's room."
Patty was certain that something was wrong. She gave Reiny her
mother's message with a wistful glance to see whether he did not suspect
R'iy trouble. The young man started up obediently, and Patty waited
o itside in the sun, listening to the voices droning away within, watching
the sparkle of the distant river, lazily following the flight of a big bumble-
bee,— wondering when their talk would be over and Remy would come out
to her again. From where she sat Patty could see the reflection of the two
trlkers in the big sloping looking-glass over the library table. Her mother
\\ as standing very dignified and stately, the young man had drawn himself
straight up — so straight, so grim and fierce-looking, that Patty, as she
koked, was surer and more sure that all was not right; and she saw
hor mother give him a letter, and he seemed to push it away. And then
it was not Remy but Mrs. Maynard who came out, looking very pale and
458 LITTLE BED RIDING HOOD.
who said, "Patty, darling, I have been very much pained. Your cousin
has behaved so strangely and unkindly to you and me and to your father,
that we can never forget or forgive it. Your father says so."
Mrs. Maynard had tried to perform her task as gently as she could. She
told Reiny that English people had different views on many subjects from
the French ; that she had learnt his intentions from her mother, and
thought it best to tell him plainly at once that she and Mr. Maynard could
never consent to any such arrangement ; and under the circumstances —
that — that — that
" You can never consent," repeated the young man, stepping forward
and looking through her and round about her, seeing all her doubts, all
her presentiments, reading the letter, overhearing her conversation with
her husband all in one instant — so it seemed to poor Marthe. " And why
not, pray ? "
" We cannot argue the question," his aunt said, with some dignity.
" You must not attempt to see my daughter any more."
" You mean to say that you are turning me, your sister's son, out of
your house," the indignant Remy said. " I own to all that you accuse
me of. I hoped to marry your daughter. I still hope it ; and I shall do
so still," cried the young man.
Remy's real genuine admiration for Patty stood him in little stead ;
he was angry and lost his temper in his great disappointment and surprise.
He behaved badly and foolishly.
" I had not meant to turn you out of my house," said his aunt gravely;
" but for the present I think you had certainly better go. I cannot expose
my daughter to any agitation."
" You have said more than enough," said Remy. "I am going this
instant." And as he spoke he went striding out of the room.
And so Remy came back no more to sit with Patty under the ash-tree ;
but her mother, with her grave face, stood before her, and began telling
her this impossible, unbelievable fact ; — that he was young, that he had
been to blame.
" He unkind ! he to blame ! Oh, mamma," the girl said, in a voice
of reproach.
" He has been unkind and scheming, and he was rude to me, darling.
I am sorry, but it is a fact." And Martha as she spoke glanced a little
anxiously at Patty, who had changed colour, and then at De la Louviere
himself, who was marching up, fierce still and pale, with bristling hair — his
nose looking hooked and his lips parting in a sort of scornful way. He
was carrying his cloak on his arm.
" I have come to wish you good-by, and to thank you for your English
hospitality, madame," said he, with a grand sweeping bow. " My cousin,
have you not got a word for me ? "
But Mrs. Maynard's eyes were upon her, and Patty, with a sudden shy
stiffness for which she hated herself then and for many and many a day and
night after, said good-by, looking down with a sinking heart, and Remy
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m irched away with rage and scorn in his. " They are all alike ; not one bit
better than myself. That little girl has neither kindness, nor feeling, nor
fie elity in her. The money : they want to keep it for themselves — that
is the meaning of all these fine speeches. I should like to get hold of her
aL the same, little stony-hearted flirt, just to spite them ; yes, and throw
her over at the last moment, money and all — impertinent, ill-bred folks."
And it happened that just at this minute Mr. Maynard was coming back
thoughtfully the way he had gone, and the two men stopped face to face,
ore red, the other pale. Mrs. Maynard, seeing the meeting, came hastily up.
" You will be glad to hear that I am going," said Bemy, defiantly
looking at his uncle as he had done at his aunt.
"I am very glad to hear it," said Mr. Maynard. " I have no words to
express the indignation which fills me at the thought of your making
a speculation of my daughter's affections, and the sooner you are gone
th3 better."
" Hush, dear," said Mrs. Maynard, laying her hand on her husband's
am, and looking at Patty, who had followed her at a little distance. She
had had her own say, and was beginning to think poor Bemy hardly dealt
with.
" Let him say what he likes, madame, I don't care," De la Louviere
sa.d. " I am certainly going. You have failed, both of you, in kindness
and hospitality ; as for my cousin ; " but looking at Patty, he saw that
hef eyes were full of tears, and he stopped short. " I am all that you
think," Bemy went on. " I am in debt, I have lost money at gambling,
I rm a good-for-nothing fellow. You might have made something of me,
all of you, but you are a sordid nation and don't understand the feelings of
a French gentleman."
With this bravado Bemy finally stalked off.
"I think, perhaps, we were a little hasty," said the injudicious Martha,
wtile Patty suddenly burst out crying and ran away.
Poor little Patty came down to tea that evening looking very pale, with
po iting red lips, prettier than ever, her mother thought, as she silently
ga -e the child her cupful of tea and cut her bread-and-butter, and put liberal
he pings of jam and fruit before her, dainties that were served in the old
cu -glass dishes that had sparkled on Maynard's grandmother's tea table
before. The old Queen Anne teapot, too, was an heirloom, and the urn and
th( pretty straight spoons, and the hideous old china tea-set with the red
ani yellow flowers. There were other heirlooms in the family, and even
Pa:ty's bright eyes had been her great-grandmother's a century ago, as
an -body might see who looked at the picture on the wall. Mr. Maynard
wa ^ silent ; he had been angry with his wife for her gentle remonstrance,
fui LOUS with the young man for the high hand in which he had carried
matters, displeased with Patty for crying, and with himself for not having
for 3seen the turn things were taking : and he now sat sulkily stirring his
tea — sulky but relenting — and not indisposed for peace. After all he had
ha^ I his own way, and, that is a wonderful calming process. Bemy was
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gone ; nothing left of him but a silver whistle that Patty had put away in
her work-table drawer. He was gone ; the echo of his last angry words
were dinning in Maynard's ears, while a psalin of relief was sounding in
the mother's heart. Patty sulked like her father, and ate her bread-and-
jam without speaking a word. There was no great harm done, Mrs.
Maynard thought, as she kept her daughter supplied. She herself had
been so disturbed and overcome by the stormy events of the day that she
could not eat. She made the mistake that many elders have made before
her : they mistake physical for mental disturbance ; poor well-hacked
bodies that have been jolted, shaken, patched, and mended, and strained
in half-a-dozen places, are easily affected by the passing jars of the moment :
they suffer and lose their appetite, and get aches directly which take away
much sense of the mental inquietude which brought the disturbance about.
Young healthy creatures like Patty can eat a good dinner and feel a keen
pang and hide it, and chatter on scarcely conscious of their own heroism.
But as the days went by Mrs. Maynard suspected that all was not well
with the child ; there seemed to be a little effort and strain in the life which
had seemed so easy and smooth before. More than once, Mrs. Maynard
noticed her daughter's eyes fixed upon her curiously and wistfully. One
day the mother asked her why she looked at her so. Patty blushed but
did not answer. The truth was, it was the likeness to her cousin which
she was studying. These blushes and silence made Martha Maynard a
little uneasy.
But more days passed, and the mother's anxious heart was relieved.
Patty had brightened up again, and looked like herself, coming and
going in her Undine-like way, bringing home long wreaths of ivy, birds'
eggs, sylvan treasures. She was out in all weathers. Her locks only
curled the crisper for the falling rain, and her cheeks only brightened when
the damp rose up from the river. The time came for their annual visit
to Madame de Capuchon. Patty, out in her woods and meadows, won-
dered and wondered what might come of it ; but Poitiers is a long way from
Fontainebleau, ''fortunately," "alas !" thought the mother — in her room,
packing Patty's treasures — and the daughter out in the open field in the
same breath. They were so used to one another these two, that some sort
of magnetic current passed between them at times, and certainly Martha
never thought of Remy des la Louviere that Patty did not think of him too.
III.
OLD MADAME DE CAPUCHON was delighted with her grand- daughter, and
the improvement she found in her since the year before. She made more
of her than she had ever done of Marthe her daughter. All manner of
relics were produced out of the old lady's ancient stores to adorn Miss
Patty's crisp locks, and little round white throat and wrists ; small medal-
lions were" hung round her neck, brooches and laces pinned on, ribbons
w
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tied and muslins measured, while Simonne tried her hand once again at
cako-making. Patty, in return, brought a great rush of youth, and liberty,
and sunshine into the old closed house, where she was spoilt, worshipped,
petted, to her heart's content. Her mother's tender speechless love
seemed dimmed and put out by this chorus of compliments and admira-
tion. " Take care of your complexion; whatever you do, take care of your
complexion," her grandmother was always saying. Madame Capuchon
actually sent for the first modiste in the town, explained what she wanted,
and ordered a scarlet " capeline " — such as ladies wear by the sea-side — a
prelty frilled, quilted, laced, and braided scarlet hood, close round the
checks and tied up to the chin, to protect her grand- daughter's youthful
bloom from the scorching rays of the sun. She need not have been so
anxious. Patty's roses were of a damask that does not fade in the sun's rays.
Squire Maynard, who was a sensible man, did not approve of all this
to do, and thought it was all very bad for Miss Patty, " whose little head
was quite full enough of nonsense already," he said. One day Patty came
home with the celebrated pearls round her neck, that Madame de la
Louviere had tried so hard to get. Madame Capuchon forgot. that she had
already given them to Marthe, but Mrs. Maynard herself was the last to
havo remembered this, and it was her husband who said to her, with a
shrrg of the shoulders —
•' It is all very well, but they are yours, my dear, and your mother has
no iiore right to them than Patty has."
Patty pouted, flashed, tossed her little head, flung her arms round her
mother's neck, all in an instant. She was a tender-hearted little person,
heedless, impulsive, both for the best and the worst, as her poor mother
knew to her cost. The squire thought his wife spoilt her daughter, and
occasionally tried a course of judicious severity, and, as I have already
said, he had only succeeded in frightening the child more than he had any
idea of.
"Take them, dear mamma," said Patty, pulling off her necklace.
" I didn't know anything about them. Grandmamma tied them on."
k< Darling," said her mother, " you are my jewel. I don't want these
pearls : and if they are mine, I give them to you."
Two pearl drops were in Mrs. Maynard's eyes as she spoke. She was
thin dng of her long lonely days, and of the treasures which were now
hers. Looking at this bright face in its scarlet hood — this gay, youthful
presence standing before them all undimmed, in the splendour of its
confidence and brightness — it seemed to Mrs. Mayna'rd as if now, in
her old age, now that she had even forgotten her longings for them, all
the *ood things were granted to her, the want of which had made her
earl} life so sad. It was like a miracle, that at fifty all this should come
to h( r. Her meek glad eyes sought her husband's. He was frowning,
and Dyeing his little girl uneasily.
'I don't like that red bonnet of yours," said he. "It is too con-
iciious. You can't walk about Paris in that."
462 LITTLE BED RIDING HOOD.
" Paris ! " shrieked Patty. " Am I going to Paris, papa ? "
" You must take great care of your father, Patty," said her mother.
" I shall stay here with my mother until you come back."
I am not going to describe Patty's delights and surprise. Everybody
has seen through her eyes, at one time or another, and knows what it is to
be sixteen, and transported into a dazzling ringing world of sounds, and
sights, and tastes, and revelations. The good father took his daughter
to dine off delicious little dishes with sauces, with white bread and
butter to eat in between the courses ; he hired little carriages, in which
they sped through the blazing streets, and were set down at the doors of
museums and palaces, and the gates of cool gardens, where fountains
murmured and music played ; he had some friends in Paris — a good-
natured old couple, who volunteered to take charge of his girl ; but for
that whole, happy, unspeakable week he rarely left her. One night he
took her to the play — a grand fairy piece — where a fustian peasant maiden
was turned into a satin princess in a flash of music and electric light.
Patty took her father's arm, and came away with the crowd, with the
vision of those waving halos of bliss opening and shining with golden rain
and silver-garbed nymphs, and shrieks of music and admiration, all singing
and turning before her. The satin princess was already re-transformed,
but that was no affair of Patty's. Some one in the crowd, better used to
plays and fairy pieces, coming along behind the father and daughter,
thought that by far the prettiest sight he had seen that night was this
lovely eager little face before him, and that those two dark eyes — now
flashing, now silent — were the most beautiful illuminations he had wit-
nessed for many a day. The bright eyes never discovered who it was
behind her. Need I say that it was Remy, who, after looking for them for a
couple of days in all the most likely places, took a ticket for Fontainebleau
on the third evening after he had seen them. What fascination was it
that attracted him ? He was hurt and angry with her, he loved and he
longed to see her. Sometimes vague thoughts of revenge crossed his
mind : he would see her and win her affections, and then turn away and
leave her, and pay back the affront which had been put upon him.
M. Remy, curling his mustachios in the railway-carriage, and meditating
this admirable scheme, was no very pleasant object to contemplate.
" That gentleman in the corner looks ready to eat us all up," whispered
a little bride to her husband.
Meanwhile Patty had been going on her way very placidly all these
three days, running hither and thither, driving in the forest, dining witk
her grandmother, coming home at night under the stars. The little
red hood was well known in the place. Sometimes escorted by Betty,
an English maid who had come over with the family ; oftener Mr. Maynard
himself walked with his daughter. Fontainebleau was not Littleton, and
he did not like her going about alone, although Patty used to pout
and rebel at these precautions. Mrs. Maynard herself rarely walked ;
she used to drive over to her mother's of an afternoon, and her husband
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arid daughter would follow her later ; arfd Simonne, radiant, would then
superintend the preparation of fricandeaus and galettes, such as she loved
to set before them, and cream tarts and chicken and vol au vent. There
w$ s no end to her resources. And yet to hear Madame Capuchon, one
would think that she led the life of an invalid ascetic starving on a desert
island. " These railways carry away everything," the old lady would say ;
" ihey leave one nothing. When I say that I have dined, it is for tho
sa^e of saying so. You know I am not particular, but they leave us
nothing, absolutely nothing, to eat." On this especial occasion the old
lady was in a state of pathetic indignation over M. Bougu, her butterman,
wl o had been taken up for false practices. Simonne joined in, — " I went
in for the tray," she said. " Oh, I saw at once, by the expression of
mudame's face, that there was something wrong. It was lard that he had
mixed with his butter. As it is, I do not know where to go to find her
anything fit to eat. They keep cows at the hotel," she added, turning
to Marthe as she set down a great dish full of cream-cakes upon the table.
" Perhaps they would supply us, if you asked them."
Mrs. Maynard undertook the negotiation ; and next day she called
Patty to her into the little drawing-room, and gave the child a piece of
honeycomb and a little pat in a vine-leaf, to take to Madame Capuchon,
as a sample. " Give her my love, and tell her she can have as much
mere as she likes ; and call Betty to go with you," said Mrs. Maynard.
" 'Cell Betty to follow me," said Patty, dancing off delighted with her
commission. Betty followed ; but there are two roads to Madame
Capuchon's, one by the street and one by the park. Patty certainly
waited for three minutes, but Betty never came ; she was trudging down
th( town, and gaping into all the shops as she went along, while Her
young mistress had escaped into the park, and was hurrying along the
av( nues, delighted to be free — hurrying and then stopping, as the fancy
tock her. The sun shone, the golden water quivered, the swans came
sai ing by. It was all Patty could do not to sing right out and dance to
her own singing. By degrees her spirits quieted down a little.
Patty was standing leaning over the stone-parapet at the end of the
ter *ace, and looking deep down into the water which laps against it. A
shcal of carp was passing through the clear cool depths. Solemn
pairiarchs, bald, dim with age, bleared and faded and overgrown with
stntnge mosses and lichens, terrible with their chill life of centuries,
sol jmnly sliding, followed by their court through the clear cool waters
wh 3re they had floated for ages past. Unconscious, living, indifferent
wh le the generations were succeeding one another, and angry multitudes
BUT Ting and yelling while kingdoms changed hands ; while the gay court
lad es, scattering crumbs with their dainty fingers, were hooted by the
ha£ s and furies of the Revolution, shrieking for bread and for blood for
the r children : — The carps may have dived for safety into the cool depths
of he basins while these awful ghosts of want and madness clamoured
rou id the doors of the palace, — ghosts that have not passed away for
464 LITTLE BED RIDING HOOD.
ever, alas ! with the powders anc> patches, and the stately well-bred follies
of the court of Dives. After these times a new order of things was
established, and the carps may have seen a new race of spirits in the
quaint garb and odd affectation of a bygone age, of senates and consuls
and a dead Roman people ; and then an Emperor, broken-hearted, signed
away an empire, and a Waterloo was fought ; and to-day began to dawn,
and the sun shone for a while upon the kingly dignity of Orleans ; and
then upon a second empire, with flags and many eagles and bees to
decorate the whole, and trumpets blowing and looms at work and a temple
raised to the new goddess of industry.
What did it all matter to the old grey carp ? They had been fed by
kings and by emperors ; and now they were snatching as eagerly at the
crumbs which Patty Maynard was dropping one by one into the water,
and which floated pleasantly into their great open maws. The little bits
of bread tasted much alike from wherever they came. If Patty had been
used to put such vague speculations into words, she might have wondered
sometimes whether we human carps, snatching at the crumbs which fall
upon the waters of life, are not also -greedy and unconscious of the wonders
and changes that may be going on close at hand in another element to
which we do not belong, but at which we guess now and then.
A crumb fell to little Patty herself, just then gazing down deep into the
water. The sun began to shine hot and yet more hot, and the child put
up her big white umbrella, for her hood did not shade her eyes. A great
magnificent stream of light illumined the grand old place, and the waving
tree-tops, and the still currentless lake. The fish floated on basking, the
birds in the trees seemed suddenly silenced by the intense beautiful
ratliance, the old palace courts gleamed bravely, the shadows shrank and
blackened, hot, sweet, and silent the light streamed upon the great green
arches and courts and colonnades of the palace of garden without, upon
the arches and courts and colonnades of the palace of marble within, with
its quaint eaves and mullions, its lilies of France and D's and H's still
entwined, though D and H had been parted for three centuries and more.
It was so sweet and so serene, that Patty began to think of her cousin.
She could not have told you why fine days put her in mind of him, and
of that happy hour in the boat ; and to-day she could not help it, she
pulled the little silver whistle out of her pocket, and instead of pushing the
thought of Remy away, as she had done valiantly of late, the silly child
turned the whistle in her hands round and round again. It gleamed in
the sun like a whistle of fire ; and then slowly she put it to her lips.
Should she frighten the carp ? Patty wondered ; and as she blew a very
sweet long note upon the shrill gleaming toy, it echoed oddly in the still-
ness, and across the water. The carp did not seem to hear it ; but Patty
stopped short, frightened, ashamed, with burning blushes, for, looking up at
the sound of a footstep striking across the stone terrace, she saw her
cousin coming towards her.
To people who are in love each meeting is a new miracle. This was
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. 465
an odd cliancc certainly, a quaint freak of fortune. The child thought it
•was some incantation that she had unconscious!}' performed ; she sprang
back, her dark eyes flashed, the silver whistle fell to the ground and
wont rolling and rolling, and bobbing across the stones to the young
n.an's feet.
He picked it up and came forward with an amused and lover-like
smile, holding it out in his hand. " I have only just heard you were
lure," he said; " I came to see my grandmother last night, from Paris.
3V,]y dear cousin, what a delightful chance. Are not you a little bit glad to
BOG me ?" said the young man, romantically. It was a shame to play off
his airs and graces upon such a simple downright soul as Martha Maynard.
Some one should have boxed his ears as he stood there smiling, handsome,
irresistible, trying to make a sentimental scene out of a chance meeting.
Poor little Patty, with all her courage and simpleness, was no match for
him at first ; she looked up at his face wistfully and then turned away, for
one burning blush succeeded to another, and then she took courage again.
" Of course I am glad to see you, cousin Remy," said she brightly, and
she held out her little brown hand and put it frankly into his. " It is the
greatest pleasure and delight to me, above all now when I had given up all
hopes for ever ; but it's no use," said Patty with a sigh, " for I know I
mustn't talk to you, they wouldn't like it. I must never whistle again
upon the little whistle, for fear you should appear," she said with a sigh.
This was no cold-hearted maiden. Remy forgot his vague schemes of
revenge and desertion, the moment he heard the sound of her dear little
voice. " They wouldn't like it," said Remy, reddening, " and I have
boen longing and wearying to see you again Patty. What do you suppose
I have come here for ? — Patty, Patty, confess that you were thinking of
me when you whistled," and as he said this the wolfs whole heart melted.
' * Do you know how often I have thought of you since I was cruelly driven
away from your house ? "
Two great, ashamed, vexed, sorrowful tears, startled into Martha's eyes
a^ she turned away her head and pulled away her hand.
" Oh, Remy, indeed, indeed there must have been some reason, some
mistake : dear papa, if you knew how he loves me and mamma, and, oh,
how miserable it made me."
" I daresay there was some mistake, since you say so," said the wily
wolf. " Patty, only say you love me a little, and I will forgive everything
and anything."
" I mustn't let any one talk about forgiving them" said the girl. " I
would love you a great deal if I might," she added with another sigh.
" I do love you, only I try not to, and I think, — I am sure, I shall get
over it in time if I can only be brave."
This was such an astounding confession that De la Louviere hardly
b iew how to take it ; touched and amused and amazed, he stood there,
looking at the honest little sweet face. Patty's confession was a very
h< mest one. The girl knew that it was not to be ; she was loyal to her
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466 LITTLE RED BIDING HOOD.
father, and, above all, to that tender, wistful mother. Filial devotion
seemed like the bright eyes and silver tea-pot to be an inheritance in her
family. She did not deceive herself; she knew that she loved her cousin
with something more than cousinly affection, but she also believed that
it was a fancy which could be conquered. " We are human beings," said
Patty, like St. Paul ; " we are not machines ; we can do what we will with
ourselves, if we only determine to try. And I will try." And she set her
teeth and looked quite fierce at Remy ; and then she melted again, and
said in her childish way, "You never told me you would come if I blew
upon the whistle."
Do her harm, — wound her, — punish her parents by stabbing this
tender little heart ? Remy said to himself that he had rather cut off his
rnustachios.
There was something loyal, honest, and tender in the little thing, that
touched him inexpressibly. He suddenly began to tell himself that he
agreed with his uncle that to try to marry Patty for money's sake had been
a shame and a sin. He had been a fool and a madman, and blind and deaf.
Remy de la Louviere was only half a wolf after all, — a sheep in wolf 's
clothing. He had worn the skin so long that he had begun to think it
was his very own, and he was perfectly amazed and surprised to find such
a soft, tender place beneath it.
It was with quite a different look and tone from the romantic, impas-
sioned, corsair manner in which he had begun, that he said very gently,
" Dear Patty, don't try too hard not to like me. I cannot help hoping
that all will be well. You will hope too, will you not ? "
" Yes, indeed, I will," said Patty; " and now, Remy, you must go : I
have talked to you Jong enough. See, this is the back gate and the way
to the Rue de la Lampe." For they had been walking on all this time
and following the course of the avenue. One or two people passing by
looked kindly at the handsome young couple strolling in the sunshine ;
a man in a blouse, wheeling a hand-truck, looked over his shoulder a
second time as he turned down the turning to the Rue de la Lampe.
Patty did not see him, she was absorbed in one great resolution. She
must go now, and say good-by to her cousin.
"Come a little way farther with me," said Remy, "just a little way
under the trees. Patty, I have a confession to make to you. You will
hate me, perhaps, and yet I cannot help telling you."
" Oh, indeed I must not come now," Patty said. " Good-by,
good-by."
" You won't listen to me, then ? " said the young man ; so sadly, that
she had not the corn-age to leave him, and she turned at last, and walked
a few steps.
" Will you let me cany your basket ? " said her cousin. " Who are
you taking this to ?"
"It is for my grandmother,'' said the girl, resisting. " Remy, have
you really anything to say ? "
LITTLE RED BIDING HOOD. 4G7
They had coine to the end of the park, where its gates lead into tho
forest ; one road led to the Rue de la Lampe, the other into the great
waving world of trees. It was a lovely summer's afternoon. There was
11 host in the air, delighting and basking in the golden comfort ; butter-
liies, midges, flights of birds from the forest were passing. It was plea-
sant to exist in such a place and hour, to walk by Remy on the soft
s springing turf, and to listen to the sound of his voice under the shade of
Ihe overarching boughs.
" Patty, do you know I did want to marry you for your money ? " Remy
raid at last. "I love you truly ; but I have not loved you always as I
ought to have done — as I do now. You scorn me, you cannot forgive me ? "
lie added, as the girl stopped short. " You will never trust me again."
" Oh Remy, how could you .... Oh, yes, indeed, indeed I do
forgive you. I do trust you," she added quickly, saying anything to
comfort and cheer him when he looked so unhappy. Every moment took
ihem farther and farther on. The little person with the pretty red hood
j.nd bright eyes and the little basket had almost forgotten her commission,
her conscience, her grandmother, and all the other duties of life. Remy,
ioo, had forgotten everything but the bright sweet little face, the red
hood, and the little hand holding the basket, when they came to a dark,
( nclosed halting-place at the end of the avenue, from whence a few rocky
steps led out upon a sudden hillside, which looked out into the open
world. It was a lovely surprising sight, a burst of open country, a great
purple amphitheatre of rocks shining and hills spreading to meet the skies,
clefts and sudden gleams, and a wide distant horizon of waving forest
fringing the valley. Clouds were drifting and tints changing, the heather
springing between the rocks at their feet, and the thousands of tree-tops
s waying like a ripple on a sea.
Something in the great wide freshness of the place brought Patty to
1 erself again.
" How lovely it is," she said. " Oh, Remy, why did you let me come ?
Oh, I oughtn't to have come."
Remy tried to comfort her. " We have not been very long," he said.
" We will take the short cut through the trees, and you shall tell your
nother all about it. There's no more reason why we shouldn't walk
together now than when we were at Littleton."
As he was speaking he was leading the way through the brushwood,
$ nd they got into a cross avenue leading back to the carriage-road.
" I shall come to Madame Capuchon's, too, since you are going," said
Hemy, making a grand resolution. "I think perhaps she will help us.
Bhe is bound to, since she did all the mischief; " and then he went on a
law steps, holding back the trees that grew in Patty's way. A little field-
mouse peeped at them and ran away, a lightning sheet of light flashed
1 hrough the green and changing leaves, little blue flowers were twinkling on
Ihe mosses under the trees, dried blossoms were falling, and cones and
i lead leaves and aromatic twigs and shoots.
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468 LITTLE BED HIDING HOOD.
" Is this the way ? " said Patty, suddenly stopping short, and looking
about her. " Reiny, look at those arrows cut in the trees ; they are not
pointing to the road we have come. Oh, Remy, do not lose the way,"
cried Patty, in a sudden fright.
" Don't be afraid," Remy answered, laughing, and hurrying on before
her; and then he stopped short, and began to pull at his mustache,
looking first in one direction, and then in another. " Do you think they
jvould be anxious if you were a little late ? " he said.
" Anxious," cried Patty. " Mamma would die ; she could not bear it.
Oh, Remy, Reiny, what shall I do ? " She flushed up, and almost began
to cry. " Oh, find the way, please. Do you see any more arrows ? Here
is one ; come, come."
Patty turned, and began to retrace her steps, hurrying along in a fever
of terror and remorse. The wood-pigeons cooed overhead, the long lines of
distant trees were mingling and twisting in a sort of dance, as she flew along.
" Wait for me, Patty," cried Remy. " Here is some one to ask." And
.as he spoke he pointed to an old woman coming along one of the narrow
cross pathways, carrying a tray of sv/eetmeats and a great jar of lemonade.
" Fontainebleau, my little gentleman ? " said the old woman. " You are
turning your back upon it. The arrows point away from Fontainebleau,
and not towards the town. Do you know the big cross near the gate ?
Well, it is just at the end of that long avenue. Wait, wait, my little
gentleman. Won't you buy a sweet sugarstick for the pretty little
lady in the red hood ? Believe me, she is fond of sugarsticks. It is
not the first time that she has bought some of mine."
But Remy knew that Patty was in no mood for barley- sugar, and he
went off to cheer up his cousin with the good news. The old woman
hobbled off grumbling.
It was getting later by this time. The shadows were changing, and a
western light was beginning to glow upon the many stems and quivering
branches of the great waving forest. Everything glowed in unwearied
change and beauty, but they had admired enough. A bird was singing
high above over their heads, they walked on quickly in silence for half an
hour or more, and at the end of the avenue — as the old woman had told
them — they found a wide stony ascending road, with the dark murmuring
fringe of the woods on either side, and a great cross at the summit of 'the
ascent. Here Patty sank down for a minute, almost falling upon the
step, and feeling safe. This gate was close to the Rue de la Lampe.
" Now go," she said to her cousin. " Go on first, and I will follow,
dear Remy. I don't want to be seen with you any more. People know me
and my red hood."
De la Louviere could only hope that Patty had not already been
recognized.
All the same he refused utterly to leave her until they reached the
gates of the forest ; then he took the short way to the Rue de la Lampe,
and Patty followed slowly. She had had a shock, she wanted to be calm
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before slie saw her grandmother. Her heart was beating still, she was
tired and sorry. Patty's conscience was not easy — she felt she had done
v rong, and yet — and yet — with the world of love in her heart it seemed as
if nothing could be wrong and nobody angry or anxious.
Mrs. Maynard herself had felt something of the sort that afternoon
after the little girl had left her. The mother watched her across the
court-yard, and then sat down as usual to her work. Her eyes filled up
v ith grateful tears as she bent over her sewing ; they often did when
Henry spoke a kind word or Patty looked specially happy. Yes, it was a
miracle that at fifty all this should come to her, thought Marthe Maynard
— brilliant beauty and courage and happiness, and the delight of youth and
of early hopes unrepressed. It was like a miracle that all this had come
to her in a dearer and happier form than if it had been given to herself.
Marthe wondered whether all her share had been reserved for her darling
in some mysterious fashion, and so she went on stitching her thoughts to
hor canvas as people do ; peaceful, tranquil, happy thoughts they were,
a* she sat waiting for her husband's return. An hour or two went by,
poople came and went in the court-yard below, the little diligence rattled
0:T to the railway ; at last, thinking she heard Henry's voice, Marthe
leant out of the window and saw him speaking to an old woman with a
b.isket of sweetmeats, and then she heard the sitting-room door open, and
she looked round to see who it was coming in. It was Simonne, who
c;ime bustling in with a troubled look, like ripples in a placid smooth
pool. The good old creature had put on a shawl and gloves and a clean
cup with huge frills, and stood silent, umbrella in hand, and staring at
the calm- looking lady at her work-table.
" What is it ? " said Marthe, looking up. " Simonne, is my mother
unwell ? "
" Madame is quite well ; do not bo uneasy," said Sinionue, with a
qnick, uncertain glance in Mrs. Maynard's face.
" Have you brought me back Patty ? " said Mrs. Maynard. " Has
Betty come with you ? "
" Betty ? I don't know where she is," said Simonne. " She is a
craze-pated girl, and you should not allow her to take charge of Patty."
Mrs. Maynard smiled. She knew Simonne's ways of old. All cooks,
housekeepers, ladies'-maids, &c. under fifty were crazy-pated girls with
S:monne, whose sympathies certainly did not rest among her own class.
3VTrs. Maynard's smile, however, changed away when she looked at Simonne
a second time.
"I am sure something is the matter," Marthe cried, starting up.
"Where's Patty?" The poor mother suddenly conjecturing evil had
timed quite pale, and all the soft contentment and calm were gone in
one instant. She seized Simonne's arm with an imploring nervous clutch,
at> if praying that it might be nothing dreadful.
" Don't be uneasy, madame," said Simonne. " Girls are girls, and that
B 3tty is too scatterbrained to be trusted another time : she missed Patty
470 LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.
and came alone to our house. Oh, I sent her off quickly enongk to meet
Mademoiselle. But you see, Madame," Siinonne was hurrying on
nervously over her words, " our Patty is so young, she thinks of no harm,
she runs here and there just as fancy takes her, but a young girl must not
be talked of, and — and it does not do for her to be seen alone in company
with anybody but her mother or father. There's no harm done, but "
" What are you talking of — why do you frighten me for nothing,
Simonne ? " said Mrs. Maynard, recovering crossly with a faint gasp of
relief, and thinking all was well. She had expected a broken limb at the
least in her sudden alarm.
" There, Marthe," said Simonne, taking her hand, " you must not be
angry with me. It was the concierge de chez nous, who made a remark
which displeased me, and I thought I had best come straight to you."
" My Patty, my Patty ! What have you been doing, Simonne ? How
dare you talk of my child to common people ! " said the anxious mother.
" I was anxious, Madame," said poor Simonne, humbly. "I looked
for her up the street and along the great avenue, and our concierge met
me and said, ' Don't trouble yourself. I met }Tour young lady going towards
the forest in company with a young man.' She is a naughty child, and I
was vexed, Madame, that is all," said Simonne.
But Mrs. Maynard hardly heard her to the end, — she put up her two
hands with a little cry of anxious horror. " And is she not back ? What
have you been doing ? why did you not come before ? My Patty, my
Patty ! what absurd mistake is this ? Oh, where is my husband ? Papa,
papa ! " cried poor Mrs. Maynard distracted, running out upon the land-
ing. Mr. Maynard was coming upstairs at that instant, followed by the
blowsy and breathless Betty.
Mr. Maynard had evidently heard the whole story : he looked black
and white, as people do who are terribly disturbed and annoyed. Had
they been at home in England, Patty's disappearance would have seemed
nothing to them ; there were half-a-dozen young cousins and neighbours
to whose care she might have been trusted, but here, where they knew no
one, it was inexplicable, and no wonder they were disquieted and shocked.
Mr. Maynard tried to reassure his wife, and vented his anxiety in wrath
upon the luckless Betty.
Martha sickened as she listened to Betty's sobs and excuses. " I can't
help it," said the stupid girl with a scared face. " Miss Patty didn't wait
for me. The old woman says she saw a red hood in the forest, going
along with a young man, — master heard her."
" Hold your tongue, you fool. How dare you all come to me with such
lies ! " shouted Maynard. He hated the sight of the girl ever after, and he
rushed down into the court again. The old woman was gone, but a
carnage was standing there waiting to be engaged.
"We may as well go and fetch Patty at your mother's," Maynard
called out with some appearance of calmness. " I daresay she is there
by this time." Mrs. Maynard ran downstairs and got in, Simonne
LITTLE BED BIDING HOOD. 471
bundled in too, and sat with her back to the horses. But that ten minutes'
drive was so horrible that not one of them ever spoke of it again.
They need not have been so miserable, poor people, if they had only
known Patty had safely reached her grandmother's door by that time.
When the concierge, who was sitting on his barrow at the door, let her in
and looked at her with an odd expression in his face, " Simonne was in a
great anxiety about you, Mademoiselle," said he ; " she is not yet come in.
Your grandmamma is upstairs as usual. Have you had a pleasant walk ? "
Patty made no answer; she ran upstairs quickly. " I must not stay
long," she said to herself. " I wonder if Rerny is there." The front door
was open, and she went in, and then along the passage, and with a beating
heart she stopped and knocked at her grandmother's door. " Come in,
child," the old lady called out from the inside ; and as Patty nervously
fumbled at the handle, the voice inside added, " Lift up the latch, and the
hasp will fall. Come in," and Patty went in as she was told.
It was getting to be a little dark indoors by this time, and the room
seemed to Patty full of an odd dazzle of light — perhaps because the glass
door of the dressing closet, in which many of Madame Capuchon's stores were
kept, was open.
" Come here, child," said her grandmother, hoarsely, " and let me
look at you."
" How hoarsely you speak," said Patty ; " I'm afraid your cold is very
bad, grandmamma."
The old lady grunted and shook her head. " My health is miserable
at all times," she said. "What is that you have got in your basket?
butter, is it not, by the smell ? ' '
"What a good nose you have, grandmamma," said Patty, laughing,
and opening her basket. " I have brought you a little pat of butter and
some honeycomb, with mamma's love," said Patty. " They will supply
you from the hotel, if you like, at the same price you pay now."
" Thank you, child," said Madame Capuchon. " Come a little closer
and let me look at you. Why, what is the matter ? You are all sorts of
colours, — blue, green, red. What have you been doing, Miss ? See if
you can find my spectacles on that table."
" What do you want them for, grandmamma ? " Patty asked, fumbling
about among all the various little odds and ends.
" The better to see you, my dear, and anybody else who may call
upon me," said the grandmamma, in her odd broken English. Patty was
nervous still and confused, longing to ask whether Remy had made his
appearance, and not daring to speak his name first, and in her confusion
she knocked over a little odd-shaped box that was upon the table, and
it opened and something fell out.
" Be careful, child ! What have you done ? " said the old lady sharply.
" Here, give the things to me."
"It's- — it's something made of ivory, grandmamma," said stupid Patty,
looking up bewildered. tf What is it for ? "
472 LITTLE EED RIDING HOOD.
" Take care ; take care. Those are rny teeth, child. I cannot eat
comfortably without ' them, " said the old lady pettishly. "And now I
want to talk seriously. Here, give me your hand, and look me in the face,
and tell me honestly what you think of a certain . . . . ?
But at that instant a loud ring at the bell was heard, and voices in the
passage ; the door of the room flew open,' and Mrs. Maynard rushed in,
burst into a flood of tears, and clasped her daughter to her beating heart.
" I tell you she is here, monsieur," Simonne was saying to Maynard
himself, who was following his wife. As soon as he saw her there, with
Patty in her arms, "Now, Martha," he said, "you will at last believe
what a goose you are at times," and he began to laugh in a superior sort
of fashion, and then he choked oddly, and sat down with his face hidden
in his hands.
" But what is it all about ?" asked Madame Capuchon, from her bed.
Poor people ! They could hardly own or tell or speak the thought
which had been in their minds, so horrible and so absurd as it now
seemed. They tried to pass it over ; and, indeed, they never owned to one
another what that ten minutes' drive had been.
It was all over now, and Patty, in penitent tears, was confessing what
had detained her. They could not be angry at such a time, they could only
clasp her in their loving arms. All the little miniatures were looking on
from their hooks on the wall, the old grandmother was shaking her frills
in excitement, and nodding and blinking encouragement from her alcove.
"Look here, Henry," said she to her son-in-law. "I have seen the
young man, and I think he is a very fine young fellow. In fact, he is now
waiting in the dining-room, for I sent him away when I heard la petite
coming. I wanted to talk to her alone. Felicie has written to me on the
subject of their union ; he wishes it, I wish it, Patty wishes it ; oh, I can
read little girls' faces : he has been called to the bar ; my property will
remain undivided ; why do you oppose their marriage ? I cannot conceive
what objection you can ever have had to it."
"What objection ! " said the squire, astounded. "Why, you your-
self warned me. Felicie writes as usual with an eye to her own interest — •
a grasping, covetous "
" Hush, hush, dear," interceded Mrs. Maynard, gently pushing her
husband towards the door. The old lady's hands and frills were trembling
more and more by this time ; she was not used to being thwarted ; the
squire also was accustomed to have his own way.
" My Felicie, my poor child, I cannot suffer her to be spoken of in
this way," cried Madame Capuchon, who at another time would have been
the first to complain.
"Patty is only sixteen," hazarded Mrs. Maynard.
" I was sixteen when I married," said Madame Capuchon.
" Patty shall wait till she is sixty-six before I give her to a penniless
adventurer," cried the squire in great wrath.
" Very well," said the old lady, spitefully. " Now I will tell von v
LITTLE BED BIDING HOOD. 473
I have told him. As I tell you, he came to see me just now, and is at
tliis moment, I believe, devouring the remains of the pie Simonne prepared
for your luncheon. I have told him that he shall be my heir whether you
give him Patty or not. I am not joking, Henry, I mean it. I like the
young man exceedingly. He is an extremely well-bred young fellow, and
will do us all credit."
Maynard shrugged his shoulders and looked at his wife.
" But, child, do you really care for him ? " Patty's mother said
reproachfully. " What can you know of him?" and she took both the
little hands in hers.
Little Patty hung her head for a minute. " Oh, mamma, he has told
me everything ; he told me he did think of the money at first, but only
before he knew me. Dear papa, if you talked to him you would believe
him, indeed you would — indeed, indeed you would." Patty's imploring
vistful glance touched the squire, and as she said, Maynard could not help
I elieving in Reniy when he came to talk things over quietly with him, and
•without losing his temper.
He found him in the dining-room, with a bottle of wine and the empty
I ie-dish before him ; the young man had finished off everything but the
hones and the cork and the bottle. " I had no breakfast, sir," said Remy,
starting up, half laughing, half ashamed. " My grandmother told me to
look in the cupboard."
" Such a good appetite should imply a good conscience," Maynard
thought ; and at last he relented, and eventually grew to be very fond of
I is son-in-law.
Patty and Remy were married on her seventeenth birthday. I first
saw them in the court-yard of the hotel, but afterwards at Sunnymede,
vhere they spent last summer.
Madame Capuchon is not yet satisfied with the butter. It is a very
difficult thing to get anywhere good. Simonne is as devoted as ever, and
tries hard to satisfy her mistress.
474
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As You Like It is one of the many plays of Shakspeare that suffered
much at the hands of the Shakspeare-tinkers, of which class Charles
Johnson was one. He was a man whose career was of considerable
variety. Like a number of other young fellows who had commenced
life as a student of law, he took to reading plays instead of Coke upon
Littelton, to going to the theatres in Lincoln's Inn Fields and Drury
Lane instead of to the law courts. Any day he might be seen abroad
with Sir Harry Wildair, or what is the same thing, Mr. "Wilks — the latter
all airiness and fine-gentlemanism — towards whom many a bright eye was
directed, as the handsome actor passed along the causeway or under the
piazza, while many a smile greeted him as his slight but sweet Irish
accent was recognized in his lofty-toned conversations with his stout friend.
Charles Johnson had an alacrity in growing fat: he begun at an early
period, and never left off till he died. Wilks breathed him pretty freely,
but Charles panted heavily, yet happily, as he kept up with his lighter-
heeled and swifter-going friend. His admiration for Wilks was unbounded,
and the graceful player repaid the homage by helping to bring on the
stage about a score of Johnson's plays. These were all more or less
popular in their day. They all belong to the earlier part of the last century,
and are all wrapped in wholesome oblivion now ; but, in their time, they
made a celebrity of their author, and as he went into Will's or Button's,
or looked out of the window upstairs, a poet or a player at his side, the
street-public gazed at the group with interest. At that period every man
of note was known to the great body of the unknown, for London was
not larger than Manchester is now, and in certain quarters of the town
the same faces were to be seen every day.
Johnson, like most fat men, was a good-natured fellow. His worst
enemies could not say more in his disparagement than that he might have
been thinner. His popularity was manifested by the crowds that always
attended the theatre on his benefit — the " author's nights," as they used
to be called — and his audiences were inclined to look on his writing as
something not far off the free style of Etherege, the easy vein of SecQey,
the brilliancy of Congreve, or the epigrammatic humour of Wycherley.
They took a certain ease and vivacity for proofs of wit. They forgot that
Johnson was merely an adapter of other men's ideas, while, at the same
time they were fain to confess that his tragedies only escaped being
comedies because they were too dull to raise a laugh.
It is a curious social trait of those old times, not that this coffee-house
gallant married a young widow with a fortune, but that he ceased to be a
gallant at all. He who had taken his punch, his chocolate, or his claret,
A GOSSIP ON OUK ROSALINDS. 475
vvith the old bards and young beaux, the clever, idle, fine, witty, witless,
or scampish gentlemen, who fluttered, talked, and settled the reputation of
ministers, authors, poets, players, and toasts of the town, over their liquor,
now took to serving customers of his own, in the character of a Boniface.
With his wife's fortune, Johnson opened a tavern, or succeeded to one of
the old ones in Bow Street. With his apron on and a scratch wig on his
head, he could see his old fellows, the gallants, in cataract perruques and
swords on their hips, going jauntily by to the resort of such dainty person-
ages. But these sometimes made a night of it at " Charley's ; " for Bow
Street was then not a century old, and Covent Garden Theatre and the
police office, as yet, were not. Gentry from the countiy had their lodg-
ings in this street during their sojourn in town, and great poets, and
fashionable physicians, and famous players dwelt there, and Wilks himself
lived next door to his friend, and thought none the worse of him for
selling good wine and not objecting to long scores. When Johnson's wife
died, the widower retired from business with great increase of fortune, and
lived in very easy circumstances ever after.
Well, this dramatic author, who began life with an intention, on his
father's part at least, that he should become a Lord Chancellor, and who
ended it by being a retired tapster of considerable fortune, would hardly,
perhaps, be remembered now at all but for having come under the scornful
notice of Pope in the Dunciad, and for having been one of the most
audacious of the Shakspeare-tinkers who re-wrote Shakspeare's plays, in the
style in which they considered he ought to have written them, if he had
had any regard for his own reputation.
Johnson took up a well-thumbed volume of Shakspeare's works that
lay on an arm-chair in the little parlour behind the bar at Will's, on one
wet morning, and he opened it at As You Like It. The rain without,
and inclination within, enabled him to read it through with great interest ;
but when he closed the book, it was with something of the feeling of the
sign-painter, who, after executing a red lion, thought of the jealous
feelings with which Titian would have regarded it, and exclaimed, good-
naturedly, " Poor little Titty ! " Johnson held the volume in his hand, and
shook his head. The play was good, but he thought it might have been
better. Hitherto, As You, Like It had been looked upon as something too
finely exquisite for the stage : as partaking more of a poem than of a play.
Rosalind was a part that neither Mrs. Betterton, Mrs. Barry, Mrs. Brace-
girdle, Mrs. Mountfort, Mrs. Oldfield, or any of that brilliant sisterhood,
had ever ventured to attempt. There was nothing like Rosalind in any of
the heroines of the modern comedy of the day. These heroines were
hussies of the most audacious and intrepid character ; women with none
of the attributes of true, pure, womanly nature about them ; and Rosalind
was even thought too purely colourless a character for it to be likely to be
popular with audiences accustomed to the obscenity which contemporary
playwrights forced upon them against their wills, and tried to persuade a
disgusted public that they liked it.
476 A GOSSIP ON OUK ROSALINDS.
Johnson addressed himself thus to his work of improving Shakspeare.
He began with the title, drew his pen through As You Like It, and wrote,
Love in a Forest. Coming upon the dramatis persona, he scored out some
of them with the savageness of a democrat who has the opportunity of
proscribing his friends who do not share his political opinions. We perhaps
might have pardoned him for erasing William, Corin, Phoebe, and Sylvius,
but never for expelling Touchstone and Audrey from Shakspeare's roll. To
turn them out was a great sacrilege ; but there seems to have been an idea
prevalent (when the coarsest expressions and the most revolting indecency
were considered as fitting things to challenge the public taste withal) that
the philosophy of Shakspeare's fools and clowns was too offensive or un-
intelligible to be presented to a British public. Thus for years the tender,
faithful, loving, and beloved fool in Lear was banished from the stage.
Even so accomplished a dramatist as Colman could not discern the beauty,
poetry, and suggestiveness of that incomparable bit of fantastic nature.
He pronounced it " intolerable," a character that no audience would bear
for an instant on the stage !
Equally wonderful was Garrick's insurmountable aversion to the grave-
diggers in Hamlet. They had charmed many a generation, but they
charmed not Roscius, and as long as he played the heir of Denmark, the
grave-diggers, with the philosophy of the one and the simplicity of the
other, were conspicuous only by their absence. Garrick opposed every
suggestion for their restoration, and he died firm in the faith that to bring
the grave-diggers on the stage would be to desecrate all the passion and
philosophy of the tragedy. Anathema maranatha was his legacy to all who
might dare to restore our ancient friends to their rightful position.
But Garrick pronounced much of the fifth act of Hamlet to be
"rubbish," and he wished, as Tillotson did of the Athanasian Creed,
that we were " well rid of it ! " He was influenced a little by Voltairian
reasoning, and perhaps by the fact that Hamlet is not so exclusively
paramount before the audience as in the preceding acts. Laertes may be
said to have almost the best of it ; and Charles Kemble knew well how to
make the most of that best, in those great days of his when he played
such capital secondary parts as Laertes, Falconbridge, Macduff, and
similar characters, demanding for their fitting interpretation true actors
— men of intelligence and earnestness.
Let us, however, gossip back to Charles Johnson, who, after altering
the title and ejecting several of the persons of the drama, proceeded
to improve As You Like It after his fashion ; and a very droll fashion
it was ! — just as if he had improved his own wine-cellar by mixing his
claret with his champagne, and pouring his rum into his Rhenish.
Johnson put some of the speeches of the characters he had left out into
the mouths of others of the characters he had preserved. Then some
lines in Richard the Second striking him as fine, he transferred them into
his first act, and he was so pleased with the effect that he looked for more
good things, and finding what he lookecj for in Much Ado About Nothing,
A GOSSIP ON OUR ROSALINDS. 477
he clapped it all into his third act. In the fourth there are some gems from
Twelfth Night ; Viola does duty for Rosalind, and the last scene of the
original play is fitted in here, whether it will or no ! Into the fifth act is
inserted much from the Midsummer Night's Dream, including all the
mock play of " Pyramus and Thishe." The pretty, saucy, pleasant
epilogue is omitted altogether.
Wilks looked at this "hash," and did not object to it. He was to
play Orlando himself, he said, and he did, having for the first Eosalind on
ivcord as played hy a woman, Mrs. Booth, the " Santlow, famed for
dance," of Gay. Wonderful woman she was, with her dash of aristocratic
baauty, and her all - conquering ways, and her supreme love for her
husband ; in token of which, and to indicate her enduring sorrow thirty
years after his death, this first of our Rosalinds erected the tablet to his
memory in Westminster Abbey, which still exists, but which, through
dust, damp, and darkness, can now be deciphered only with difficulty. It
was "better late than never!" Barton Booth himself acted no higher
part in the play than the banished duke, while Gibber was the Jacques ;
a ad his son Theophilus (destined never to be hanged) daintily played
M. Le Beau, and made a pretty " bit " of it.
A handsomer pair than the Orlando and Rosalind who presented
themselves on the stage of Drury Lane, on the 9th of January, 1723, the
s^age could not then supply. How they acted is nowhere on record ; but
Wilks' s Orlando must have lacked no grace the part demanded ; and
Mrs. Booth's Rosalind was, in all probability, marked by more sauciness
than passionate feeling in sentiment or expression. One thing is certain,
that the public did not take to the piece kindly, and that they manifested
a desire to have Shakspeare's original play, and not Johnson's mangling
of three or four, to make an imperfect medley out of one perfect whole.
Whence came this English Rosalind no biography can tell. She first
took the town by storm as a dancer. Terpsichore herself seemed to have
visited earth in the person of Hester Santlow, one of whose great points
in the ballet was to let her clustered auburn hair suddenly loose over a
pair of lustrous shoulders that earned the hearts of the whole house upon
them. She was so full of fascination that even Marlborough would have
given her gold for a smile ; and Craggs, a cold Secretary of State, did
give her a house, where he was master and she was mistress. The
daughter of that equivocal household married (successively) into the
families of Hamilton and Eliot, whereby the present Marquis of Abercorn
and Earl of St. German's are representatives or descendants of the earliest
of our English Rosalinds, who left the ballet for comedy, but who was
lardly equal to the exigencies of Shakspearean dramas. Yet her gifts
v ere many; she had a soft, sweet voice, a refined aspect, and much
intelligence, but she who originated, with such marked success the part
of Dorcas Zeal left no mark in Rosalind. It was easier to wear a modest
dress, observe a " reserved decency of gesture," and manifest great
s.mplicity of sentiment, than to fulfil the exigencies presented in
478 A GOSSIP ON OUll ROSALINDS.
Kosaliud. An actress with intelligence may be made to understand what
those exigencies are, but an actress of intellect will discover them and
supply all they may demand.
And the next Rosalind was exactly a player of that quality, though she
commenced her career by acting at Southwark and other faii-s, as indeed
many noble comedians of her time had done. Her name, in that earlier
time, was Miss Vaughan, but she is better known by her married name of
Mrs. Pritchard. The stage had to wait for Shakspeare's As You Like It
till 1741. At that period the above-named actress, not yet famous, was
of a slim figure, moderately fair, as Cowley says of the mistress he
imagined, of wonderfully expressive eyes, with easy carnage, elegant
manners, and last but not least, a clear and harmonious articulation.
When Covent Garden put Shakspeare's play on 'the stage in 1741, this
young creature had not had much experience in that highest walk of the
drama. She had, however, acted Ophelia, a part which Mrs. Gibber made
exclusively her own, and which no actress ever illustrated as that great
artist did. On the other hand, the stage had never seen a truly Shak-
spearian Rosalind till now, and the charming Mrs. Pritchard, by her
interpellation of the part, first showed her claims to be Queen of Comedy,
as her Lady Macbeth did to her being Queen of Tragedy. It may be
reasonably doubted whether even Mrs. Siddons ever approached Mrs.
Pritchard in Rosalind, or excelled her in Lady Macbeth.
Drury Lane could think of no one to oppose to the Rosalind of the
other house till Margaret Woffington suggested herself to the managers.
Margaret, like Mrs. Pritchard, had played Ophelia in the country, but Rosa-
lind was her first serious attempt at Shakspeare, in London. Her training
had not been of the best quality ; her Irish birth was of the humblest,
and she had begun life in Dublin by hanging to the legs of a rope-dancer,
Madame Violante, as the latter went through her " astounding perform-
ances." Mrs. Woffington was so thoroughly a lady in manner, speech,
bearing, in grace, and in expression, that many have doubted whether
she could have been of such very humble origin, and such degraded
companionship, as her biographers assign to her. The fact is that the
lady was innate in Margaret. It was in her from the first, even when she
carried water on her head from the Lifiey to her neighbouring obscure
home. That, in spite of her uncultivated youth, she should have had all
the graces of a true lady (that is, all save one, lacking which it must
be confessed, the others are much tarnished) has nothing remarkable in
it. Look at young French actresses ; some of them come from homes
humbler than Margaret's, if that can be, but they play patched and
powdered marchionesses with an ease, an aplomb, and a general manner,
as if they had been born into the peerage, and never had companionship
save with what was refined and noble.
For about fifteen years, this untaught but well-inspired Irish girl was
the popular Rosalind ; and yet she lacked one of the great requisites for a
perfect interpretation of the character — a sweet voice. But Margaret was
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r. woman of unbounded resolution, and she even brought her voice, just
1,8 a great singer with a refractory organ can do, under such control that
the could make it sound like a silver bell. In fact, she was one of those
real artists who never believe that they are such great proficients but that
they have something more to learn ; and it is the looking for such
enlightenment that keeps them great artists. Betterton's Hamlet was the
grandest of all Hamlets for half a century, and chiefly for this reason, that
ihe most accomplished of English players never ceased to study the
character.
Margaret Womngton and Mrs. Pritchard were equally unendowed by
education ; but both were earnest actresses and apt at comprehending
Iheir authors. Therefore, they were sure of success, though it might be
of different degrees. They divided the town as to the merits of their
j-espective Kosalinds ; but Margaret's air and remarkable beauty helped to
give her the superiority, notwithstanding that Mrs. Pritchard carried
triumph in her voice. G-arrick, of course, brought Mrs. Womngton out as
'.Rosalind. This was in 1747, the first year of his proprietorship at Drury
Lane. She was not, however, well supported, save that Kitty Clive
played Celia and Macklin, Touchstone. The receipts on her first night
only reached 99/. 8s., the lowest sum received on a Shakspeare night ;
:md it is worthy of remark that the receipts of that season never exceeded
200Z., except when a play by Shakspeare was performed, and that King
Lear drew the largest house, one paying into the treasury 208L In that
season of 1747-8, consisting of 171 nights, the receipts amounted to
21,0447. 15s., the expenses averaging only 601. a night.
Mrs. Womngton had held Rosalind as her own for ten years, when, on
the 3rd of May, 1757, she put on the dress for the last time. She was
then at Covent Garden. Some prophetic feeling of ill came over her as
she struggled against a fainting-fit while assuming the bridal-dress in the
last act. She had never disappointed an audience in her life ; her indo-
mitable courage carried her on the stage, and the audience might have
taken her to be as radiant in health and spirits as she looked. She began
the pretty saucy prologue with her old saucy prettiness of manner ; but
when she had said, — " If I were among you, I would kiss as many of you
as had beards that pleased me " she paused, tried to -articulate, but
was unable, had consciousness enough to know how she was stricken, and
to manifest her terror at the catastrophe by a wild shriek, as she tottered
towards the stage-door. On her way, she fell, paralysed, into the arms of
sympathizing comrades, who bore her from the stage, to which she never
returned. Three years of dying followed, and then passed away the woman
whom her play-fellows loved for her magnificent kindliness of heart ; the
public esteemed her for her rare merits. Even bishops, it is said, forgot
her errors in the excellence of her tea and the brilliancy of her conver-
sation ; and the poor of Teddington, where this Rosalind died, profit at this
moment by the active and abiding charity of Margaret Woffington.
The little " Barbara S ," of the well-known essay by Elia, was the
430 A GOSSIP ON OUH ROSALINDS.
next Eosalind whom the town accepted. The town knew nothing of Miss
Street, the Bath apothecary's daughter, or of her early struggle for life
and a position on the stage. She first appeared as Mrs. Dancer ; and when
she assumed Rosalind, in 1767, the critics of Old Drury pronounced her
emphatically good. In one respect, they thought her superior to Pritchard
or Woffington, having, as they said, " a more characteristic person ;" and
the phrase is significant, if not happy. She played the part to the Orlando
of that plausible Palmer, who once persuaded a bailiff who had him in
custody, to lend him a guinea. When, eight years later, she played the
part to the airy Orlando of restless Lewis, the Jaques was Spranger
Barry, the second of the three husbands of Charles Lamb's " Barbara
S ." Her last left her to the stage as Mrs. Crawford, whose Lady
Randolph was so magnificent a piece of acting that young Mrs. Siddons
wished her elder sistei in art — comfortably in Paradise.
Till Mrs. Siddons herself played Rosalind, in 1785, at Drury Lane,
no other had much attracted the town. Mrs. Bulkeley had resplendent
beauty and unparalleled audaciousness ; but Rosalind requires a lady in
mind, taste, and bearing to ensure success ; and Mrs. Bulkeley's Rosalind,
in the last century, was, probably, like Mrs. Nesbitt's in this, too glowing
by half. Such Rosalinds are to Shakspeare's as Voltaire's Pucelle is to
the genuine Maid of Orleans. Miss Younge, when she first played the
character, in 1779, or ten years later, as Mrs. Pope, did not offend in
this way. She rather offended in an opposite way, and was, through fear
of being too loving, altogether too cold. Miss Younge, however, who
was Garrick's last and favourite pupil, was not without ardour. In
her mature years, she took young Mr. Pope and married him. Many
a joke was fired at them, and Mrs. Siddons would have hers — to the
effect that the bridegroom would be the only boy that would come of that
marriage.
In 1785, Mrs. Siddons herself tried Rosalind. Melpomene, it is said,
looked ill in the guise of Thalia. She was so scrupulously modest as to
wear male attire in the forest, such as no male or female had ever donned.
It belonged to neither sex, and her Rosalind, in like manner, belonged to
neither comedy nor tragedy. It needs archness, and of that, Charles
Young declared it had not a particle, though it " wanted neither playful-
ness nor feminine softness." The execution fell short of the conception.
Colman, indeed, said rudely of Mrs. Siddons' attempts out of tragedy,
that she looked, on such occasions, " like Gog in petticoats ; " and, no
doubt, when Mrs. Jordan appeared in 1787 at Drury Lane, as Rosalind to
the Orlando of John Kemble, Mrs. Siddons felt that her own attempt in
1785 was a mistake.
Mrs. Jordan, however, came as near it in Rosalind as could well be.
There was none other like her down to the end of the last century, and
none who have thoroughly possessed themselves of the character in this,
except perhaps Ellen Tree, but certainly Miss Helen Faucit and the
young Mrs. Scott Siddons. The interpretations of the latter two ladies
A GOSSIP ON OUR ROSALINDS. 481
arc wide apart, thoroughly original. They preserve throughout, the woman,
— the lady, if you will — in all their illustrations.
Mrs. Jordan brought laughter, vivacity, and abounding spirit to the
task ; but because she was inimitable as Nell or incomparable as the Eomp,
it is not necessary to conclude that she brought in addition the manners
of either of those lively personages. Mrs. Jordan had heart and tact,
impulses and judgment to control them. Doubtless, her Eosalind was as
different from that of Miss Helen Faucit or Mrs. Scott Siddons as the
Eosalind of either of these ladies is unlike that of the other. Nothing can
manifest more study, more excellent method, more delicate conception,
more artistic execution than the Eosalind of both ladies, and yet they are
altogether different. Miss Faucit's is a Eosalind that takes the serious
side of the character : the doubts and fears predominate. She has anxious
rather than tender aspirations. Her hopes are timidly rather than boldly
conceived, and there is no assurance in her that all will end well. There
is some dread, amid much playfulness, that all may come to an ill end.
Mrs. Scott Siddons's Eosalind is of a different complexion altogether.
Slie has, in the first place, that which her great-grandmother lacked, —
archness ; — and yet her face has much of the feature and expression of
her tragic ancestress, with whom archness was the last trait of character
she could assume. The new Eosalind is a Eosalind full of courage. She
has not only hope but confidence ; love and a resolve to be loved. From
the very first, with the chain she gives Orlando, you see that she binds
him. to her, herself to him, for good and aye ! Clouds may come and
she will sit in their shade, but she knows that there is a silver lining
behind them. Death may threaten, and she may tremble a little, but
" odds her little life" there is to be, after trial, much enjoyment before
that debt is paid ; meanwhile, her heart defies all obstacles that may
stand between her and the triumph of her love. The study to produce
what appeared so unstudied, so natural and so artless, must have
been great, but the young actress is repaid by her success.
482
Saittf mtir Smuer,
AH, reverend sir, she has departed
To a realm more holy and single-hearted !
Draw the shroud from her face and gaze on her :
She looks alive with the red sun's rays on her.
Her hands are clasped on her bosom saintly,
Her cold red lips seem fluttering faintly ;
So silent, with never a stain of sin on her,
That the light seems awed as it creepeth in on her.
Why do you shudder, reverend sir, so ?
Your prayers and counsels, hallowing her so,
The sins of the flesh took, night and day, from her
Cover her up and come away from her.
Nay, sit a little and talk below here,
The breath can come, the blood can flow here.
Ah, sainted sir, your conversation
In a time so sore is a consolation.
Was she not fashion'd in holy mould, sir,
A shining light in your blessed fold, sir ?
Took she not comfort and peace and grace with her,
— snail 1 not meet in a better place with her ?
If, after death, in the time of waking,
When the Trump is sounding, the new dawn breaking,
We met, do you think my saint would rush away,
Avoid me, fear me, fly with a blush away ?
Must the gentle souls that have loved and plighted
And married below be above united ?
Is there a meeting and never a parting there ?
Are old wrongs burning and old wounds smarting there ?
Ah, reverend sir, you perceive so clearly
What racks poor sinners like me severely —
Pardon the silly fears which vex me so,
Expound the points which in life perplex me so.
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For every Sunday that softly passes,
The scented, silken middle classes
Flutter their flounces and, good lack ! are in
Joy at your feet, good Mr. Saccharine.
Cambric handkerchiefs scatter scent about,
Pomaded heads are devoutly bent about ;
Silks are rustling, lips are muttering,
In the pastor's emotional pausing and fluttering.
What wonder that she who is far from here now,
Singing your tunes in another sphere now,
Became so saintly that earth grew vague to her,
Her sinning husband a clog and a plague to her ?
And yearning for Love and the faith and the trust of it,
Hating the flesh (she had wed) and the lust of it,
Stole to the sheepfold, blushing and throbbing there,
Then fell on ,the breast of the shepherd, sobbing there !
Why do you turn so pale and look at me,
Casting the wrath of the blessed Book at me ? . . .
Ah, reverend sir, be calm and stay with me,
I wander . . . my fancies run quite away with me.
Yet how can I thank you as you merit
For the light you shed on her blessed spirit —
For the consolations and balmy blisses, too,
She found on your lips, and their cold chaste kisses too ?
You covered her eyes with white hands blessing ;
You hid her blush with your pure caressing,
And shut out earth and the fears that wait on it, —
The Sinner's face and the white -heat hate on it.
And I, the Sinner, to my degradation,
Dared to begrudge you her conversation :
Envied her love for the heaven you offer'd her,
Hated your face and the peace it proffer' d her !
Alas the folly, alas the blindness !
I did not bless you for your kindness !
But only cried with a heart the sternest then —
Best she should go to heaven in earnest then !
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For at night she lay with soft lips fluttering, .
Dreaming of angels and faintly muttering,
And once or twice stirr'd in sleep, and alone to me,
Mentioned the name of an angel well known to me.
That angel stands high in the estimation
Of your silken and scented congregation ;
And she murmured his name with her heart throbbing faint in her,
With a little more than the warmth of a saint in her !
And, sinner and slave that I am, J hated
A passion so holy and elevated :
And knowing her longing from earth to upspring away,
I poison' d the flesh — that the sweet soul might wing away.
And because, sir, I knew of your longing to fly, too,
My first thought was darkly, that you, sir, should die, too ;
But I envied you death and the peace that doth dwell in it,
And kept you for earth and the hate and the hell in it.
I kept you for slower, intenser dying,
Than the sleep in whose bosom that lamb is lying ;
Kept body and soul and the terrors that run in them,
Td complete the perdition so aptly begun in them.
And, sainted sir, will you call, I wonder,
The hangman to come and tear us asunder ?
I do not think you will dare to stir in it,
For the sake of your sweet pure name and the slur in it.
How the scented silken congregation
Would stare at the fearful insinuation
That the saintly shepherd who saved so many thero
Was a sheep himself, and as rotten as any there I
I
But if you would prove me wholly in error,
Touch the bell and proclaim the terror ....
Whether the terror be hidden or told of you,
I and the Devil have got fast hold of you !
485
Sfotturgs from the ^ote-looh D| an Mutoctojjd ®ol(ecion
PART II.
FEAV manias take more entire possession of a man than that for rare and
cur ous copies of old books, when it conies ; and even to those who can
feel no sympathy with the book- worm there are certain volumes which give
a taste of the book- worm's pleasures, and a touch of his enthusiasm.
What can be more suggestive, for instance, than the sight of the first book
ever printed from moveable types, the Bible of Gutenberg and Fust, issued
at Mayence about 1455 ? What a mighty engine, both for good and evil,
has the press been since then ? Whatever other objections there may be
to ifc, there is no intrinsic improbability in the story that it was the strange
supply of "manuscripts " at this time, all so precisely alike, which gave
rise to the legend of the Devil and Dr. Faustus. The price, however,
at which they were first sold must have been very considerable, since
Van Praet tells us that Gutenberg had spent 4,000 florins before twelve
sheots were printed.
Copies of this " Mazarine Bible," as it is called, because the example
thau first attracted notice in modern times was discovered in the library of
Cardinal Mazarin, fetch very large prices. They are of two kinds — on
vellum and on paper. Of those on vellum there are six examples known,
of the others about twenty. The beautiful MacCarthy copy on vellum was
sold for 6,260 francs ; it afterwards passed into the noble collection of
Mr. Grenville, who bequeathed it to the British Museum. Another example,
with two leaves supplied in manuscript, sold, in 1825, for 504?. A copy
on paper has, however, brought even a larger price than this — at the
sales of the Bishop of Cashel, in 1858, where it fetched 596/. It was the
Duke of Sussex's copy, and at his sale had been bought for 190/.
Earlier by several years than this first Bible are what are styled block-
bocks. There is very little, if anything, to recommend them except their
antiquity. Both the woodcuts and the text (they were almost always
illustrated) are of the rudest description. As they are without date, it is
impossible to arrange them chronologically, on anything like a satis-
factory plan ; and how widely those who have studied the subject differ
in their conclusions may be seen by comparing the ideas of Heinecken
in 1771, with those of the recent work of Mr. Leigh Sotheby — Pnncipia
Ty^ograpliica. There is little doubt that these block-books were origi-
nally produced in Holland and the Low Countries; and if we follow
Mr. Sotheby, we shall place first on our list the Apocalypse of St. John, in
Laun, to which the date A.D. 1415-20 may be assigned. The only known
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copy of what Mr. Sotheby considers the first edition of this work (accord-
ing to Heinecken it is the fourth, whilst his first is Mr. Sotheby's fifth) is
in the possession of Earl Spencer. Of the second edition a copy is in the
Bodleian, from Mr. Donee's collection ; he gave thirty-one guineas for it.
Of all these block-books, perhaps the most interesting is the Histories
Vcteris et Novi Testamenti, or, as it is more commonly called, the Biblia
Paiiperum, first printed about 1420. It is a small folio, containing forty
leaves, printed on one side only, each leaf having three sacred subjects,
placed side by side, and four half-length figures of prophets or saints, two
above and two below the centre subject. The rest of the page is taken up
with an explanation of the illustrations in Latin. The Inglis copy, which
was sold in 1826 for thirty-five guineas — about a fourth of its present
value — and now in the possession of Mr. E. S. Holford, is considered by
Mr. Sotheby to be a specimen of the first edition. Four copies of other
editions are in the British Museum. Examples have fetched large prices
— one in 1815 selling for 200 guineas, and another in 1813 for 245
guineas. The edition in German, printed at Nordlingen in 1470, sold at
the Libri sale in 1862 for 220/. Another block-book, the Speculum Humana
Salvationis, has fetched 300 guineas, and the Gardner copy of the German
edition of the Apocalypse, now in the British Museum, 160Z.
Very curious and rude are some of the early attempts at the new art of
printing from moveable types. Look at the Venice edition of Homer's
Batraclwmyomacliia (1486), printed in ink of two colours, black and red,
the one giving the text, the other the interlinear scholia. Yet, if we were
to judge from other specimens, we should say that the art of printing was
perfected almost as soon as it was conceived. Take for instance the
Justin of Jenson (Ven. 1470). Nothing can exceed the excellence of the
paper, the beauty of the type, the artistic set of every page. Jenson had,
of course, a great advantage in one point over his contemporaries : he had
been employed, before he took up the new art, much to his royal master's
disgust, in the mint at Paris.
The rarity of books depends on a variety of circumstances. Some-
times an author has been ashamed of his progeny and done all he could
to get it consigned to the flames. Sometimes works have been suppressed
by authority ; sometimes accidentally destroyed. A further cause of
rarity is an author's fancy for having only a few copies, — sometimes not
more than ten or twelve, in one case only a single copy, — struck off at the
first impression. Many copies, again, were made imperfect by the rage
I have mentioned in a previous paper for illustrating Grainger's Biogra-
phical History of England, and such like books, by portraits torn from
other works ; and many others were mutilated by a yet more insane mania,
— the collecting title-pages, of which there are several volumes in the
British Museum.
The fires of persecution were lighted in the Reformation days not
only for authors, when they could be found, but for their books when they
could not. There is a fragment of a book in the British Museum which
OF AN UNDEVELOPED COLLECTOR. 487
is of the highest interest to English Churchmen. It is the only remaining
portion of the first attempt to circulate the English translation of the New
Testament hy means of the press. Cochlaeus, in his Life of Martin
Luther, gives us a history of the book. He was engaged in the office of
Pete:: Quentell, at Cologne, superintending the printing of the works of
Abbot Rupert, when he heard that two Englishmen were engaged in
prinling at the same office a book that would convert all England to
Lutl eranism. By inveigling the printers to his lodgings, and plying
then, well with wine, he discovered that the work in question was the New
Testiment, of which 2,500 copies had been struck off as far as sheet K.
He immediately gave information to Herman Rinck, one of the magistrates
at Cologne, and had the house searched, but the Englishmen had taken
the alarm, and had already disappeared with the printed sheets. Another
editi}n was printed at Worms the same year, probably by Schoyffer. Both
theso editions had been circulated in England, when in October and
November, 1526, Bishop Tonstall and Archbishop "Wai-ham issued orders
prohibiting the use of them. All the copies that could be bought up were
bunt publicly by Tonstall at Paul's Cross; "a humane, but useless
measure," as Blunt says in his Sketch of the Reformation; "for it soon
app< ared that unless he could buy up ink, paper, and types, he was only
making himself Tindall's best customer." Of the first edition the Gren-
ville fragment of thirty-one leaves is the only one known ; of the second
ther 3 is a perfect copy, excepting the title-page, in the rich library at the
Bapdst Museum, Bristol ; of a third edition, printed at Antwerp in 1526,
thero is no copy known.
The first portion of the Old Testament printed in English, excepting
certain " Lyves and Hystorys taken out of the Bible," which Caxton
inseied in his Golden Legende, in 1483, was Tindall's Pentateuch. It
was issued from the press of Luther's printer, Hans Luft, " at Malborow,
in ihe land of Hesse." By an Act of Parliament passed in 1542, the
marginal notes with which it was enriched were directed to be cut off.
The only perfect copy now extant is in the Grenville Library.
Among the rarest books of divinity is The Bible ; that is, the Holy
Scripture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully and truly translated
out < f Douche and Latyn into Englishe, better known as Coverdale's Bible.
"Where it was printed is very doubtful, some assigning it to Zurich, others
to Cologne, Frankfort, or Liibeck. The Earl of Leicester's copy is the
onlj one possessing the title. Lea Wilson offered 1001. for an original
title, and the same sum for the next leaf, but all to no purpose. When
his ;plendid collection of Bibles was dispersed, his " Coverdale," with the
two missing leaves supplied in facsimile by Harris, passed into the posses-
sion of Mr. Dunn Gardner, at whose sale, on July 7, 1854, it sold for 365/.
A vury imperfect copy sold in 1857 for 190L
The great fire of London, in 1666, made sad havoc among book
stor 33. Dr. Bliss, the well-known editor of that amusing piece of egotism,
Hec, rne's Diary, had a curious collection of books printed during the years
488 JOTTINGS FBOM THE NOTE-BOOK
immediately preceding the fire, such as perhaps had never been assembled
before. Pepys alludes in his Diary to the losses sustained at that time :
— " September 22, 1666. By Mr. Dugdale I hear the great loss of books
in St. Paul's Churchyard, and at their Hall also ; some booksellers being
wholly undone, and among others, they say, my poor Kirton. And
Mr. Crumlum, all his books and household stuff burned : they trusting to
St. Fayth's, and the roof of the church falling broke the arch down into
the lower church, and so all the goods burned. A very great loss. His
father hath lost above 1,000/. in books : one book newly printed, a
Discourse, it seems, of Courts." The first of the three volumes of
Prynne's great work, with its monstrously long title, narrowly escaped
destruction in the same fire. From the address to the reader at the end
of that volume, it appears that only seventy copies were saved. Sir M. M.
Sykes's copy of the three volumes solcTfor 117/. 10s. When the Duke of
Buckingham's library at Stowe was dispersed, a portion of a fourth volume
was discovered, consisting of 400 pages of introduction. This unique
fragment excited a most lively competition. It was finally secured for the
Library of Lincoln's Inn for 325Z.
The value of rare books depends, of course, in a great measure on their
condition, and collectors sometimes value the margin at a much higher rate
than the text. No one was more particular on this point than " Measuring
Miller " of Craigintinny. Consequently the prices quoted in bibliographical
books often tend to mislead. Copies, for instance, of the first edition of
Homer (Flor., 1488) have been purchased for very moderate sums ; but I
know of one copy — perhaps the finest in existence — which cost the library-
it now graces 84£., and even this price has been very recently exceeded.
What a magnificent bequest was that of Mr. Grenville, — a library of
something over 20,000 volumes which had cost him 54,OOOZ. It richly
deserves the noble room in which it is now placed. And yet it is said that
Mr. Panizzi could not get so much as a piece of calico given him to keep
the books, when they first came, from the dust. Amongst them was the
only known copy on vellum of the edition of Livy printed at Rome by
Sweynheim and Pannartz about 1469. In 1815 it had fetched 903?.
There is no want of English books which command large prices at sales.
The quarto editions, for instance, of the separate plays of Shakspeare cost
large sums. What prices they bring ! In 1856, there occurred for sale The
Tragicall History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, 1603." Though it wanted
the title-page, Mr. Halliwell was content to give 120Z. for it. Only one
other copy of the edition was known — discovered some fifty years since
by Sir H. Bunbury, in an old closet at B-arton, in Suffolk. This volume,
which contained eleven other of Shakspeare's plays, mostly first edition,
afterwards passed into the collection of the Duke of Devonshire for
250Z. The duke's copy wants the last leaf. But the sale at which
Shakspeare collectors went altogether mad, was that of Mr. Daniel, of
Islington, in 1864. The first edition of King Richard the Second
(1597), almost unique, fetched 825 guineas ; that of King Packard
OF AN UNDEVELOPED COLLECTOR. 489
tie Third (same year), 335 guineas ; The Pleasant Conceited Comedie
called Loves Labor's Lost (1598), 330 guineas; Tie History of Henrie
the Fourth (second edition, 1599), 110 guineas ; The Most Excel-
lent and Lamentable Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet (1599), 50 guineas — (a
copy of the first edition, 1597, is in the British Museum, bequeathed by
D ivid Garrick) ; The Chronicle History of Henry the Fifth (1600), 220
giineas ; Tie Most Excellent Historie of tie Merchant of Venice, with the
Extreme Cmeltie of Shylocke the Jcwc (1600), 95 guineas ; Much Ado about
Nothing (1600), 255 guineas ; Tlie Midsommer Night's Dreame (1600),
280 guineas ; The most Pleasant and Excellent Conceited Comedie of Syr
John Falstaffe and the Merrie Wives of Windsor (1602), 330 guineas ;
Tl'e Famous Historic of Troilus and Cresseid (1609), 109 guineas, and the
Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice, 1551. Of his other works, Lucrece
(1594) brought 150 guineas; Venus and Adonis, second edition (1594),
240 guineas — (Mr. Grenville, in 1844, gave 116Z. for the copy now in the
British Museum) ; and the edition of 1596, 300 guineas; and an edition
of the Sonnets (1609), 215 guineas.
The first folio edition of the Works of Shakspeare (1623), so admirably
reprinted by Mr. Booth, is a rare treasure. The Grenville copy, said to
be the most beautiful known, was bought in 1819 for 116 guineas. The
Duke of Roxburgh's copy fetched 100 guineas. At Mr. Baker's sale, a
copy described as the only one containing the two cancelled leaves in As
YouLikelt, fetched 163L 15s. It was bought for America. But Mr. Daniel's
copy went far beyond these prices. Most likely it is the tallest and finest copy
in existence ; but Miss Burdett Coutts gave for it no less than 682 guineas.
In very few cases are the copies of this edition genuine throughout ;
page after page generally having been supplied in fac-simile by Harris,
whose imitations are so exquisite that it requires considerable discern-
ment to detect them. Not unfrequently he obtained paper of the proper
data from blank sheets in the State Paper Office. No wonder his eyesight
failed him at last ; and sad it is that such an accomplished artist, as no
doubt he was in his way, should have died in comparative poverty.
Specimens of the earliest productions of the English press command
very large prices. What was the first book printed in England, is a ques-
tion that has occasioned no little controversy. If we could depend on the
dat( s given in the books themselves, we must give to Oxford the honour
of introducing the new art into the country. There is an edition of
St. Jerome's Exi^osicio in Simboliim Apostolorum, which bears the date 1468.
If, lowever, as is now generally believed,* the date in the imprint ought
* Hearnc, however, in his Diary (May 7, 1719), has a most circumstantial account
of ths printing of this book. It was executed by F. Corsellis, one of Gutenberg's
workmen, who had been brought over at an expense of 1,500 marks, 300 of which
were contributed by Archbishop Bouchier, and the rest by the king. The archbishop
bein^ Chancellor of Oxford, sent Corsellis thither under a guard to prevent his escape.
After printing the book, he returned to Flanders, and settled at Antwerp, whither ho
was followed by Caxton to be instructed in the art, about 1470,
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to be 1478, Caxton must have the credit of being the first English printer.
Of the ninety-four works he is known to have printed, six exist only
in fragments, twenty-seven more in single copies ; and there are only
twelve of which more than ten copies are extant. Tho most extensive
collection of Caxton' s is at Lord Spencer's, the next at the British Museum,
where, though the number of copies is larger, the number of separate works
falls short by three of the Spencer collection. His earliest works were
printed abroad ; and either at Cologne, or perhaps more probably at Bruges,
where the printer Colard Mansion employed a type precisely similar to one
of Caxton's, he published, about 1471, the first book printed in English,
the Recuycll of the Histories of Troye. Sixteen copies of this are in
existence, one of which, a matchless one though wanting a leaf, which once
belonged to Elizabeth Grey, Queen of Edward IV., was bought by the
Duke of Devonshire at the Roxburgh sale for 1060/. 10,9. The first book
he printed in England was, The Game and Play of the Chesse, dedicated
to that Duke of Clarence who ended his days in a butt of Malmsey. His
printing press was " in the Abbey of Westmynstre by London." Of other
works issued from his press, The Boke of Tulle of Old Age, translated out of
Latyn into Frenshe . . . and emprynted by me sym pie per son, William Caxton,
along with his Cicero de Amicitia, sold in 1858 for 2751. ; his Boke of the
Fayt of Armcs of Chivalrye, and his Grower's Confessio Amantis, each
brought 336?., and his Mirror of the World, S51Z. 15s., at the Roxburgh
gale. After this we need not stop to mention any of the publications of
William Maclinia, Wynkyn de Worde, or Richard Pynson who had the
honour to be the first " King's printer."
" Not worth an old song" is a saying of questionable force. Three
volumes of very rare and curious ballads were sold at Mr. Gutch's sale iu
1858 for thirty guineas. In 1852, " 204 humourous, romantic, legendary,
amatory, and historical broadside ballads," printed in black letter some time
between the middle and the end of the seventeenth century, once in the
Heber collection, were purchased by Mr. Halliwell, at Mr. Utterson's sale,
for 104?. 10«. One of the most famous of such collections was the Roxburgh
one. The ballads were 900 in number, ranging from 1570 to 1680, pasted
in three volumes folio, and fetched, at that famous sale, 4781. 15-s. These
are now in the British Museum. In 1820, at the Bindley sale, four lots
of ballads and broadsides, printed between 1640 and 1688, which had been
collected by Narcissus Luttrell, brought 781?. But far beyond even this
price, in proportion, was the sum given for some old ballads at Mr. Daniel's
sale. They were seventy in number, printed between 1559 and 1597, in
most beautiful condition, and yielding to no other collection in interest or
variety. Mr. Daniel gave a detailed account of them in the Illustrated
London Neivs, 1856. The price they were sold in 1864 for, was 750?.
The Society of Antiquaries has a collection, and there are five volumes
now at Cambridge, collected by Pepys. They are divided into heroic,
romantic, hunting, love pleasant, and love unfortunate. A few of them
are old, but mostly they are of the times of Charles I. and Charles II.
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Proclamations, again, when they occur for sale, bring large prices. A
beautiful volume, in Dr. Bandinel's collection, of the proclamations of
Charles I., from 1625 to 1633, sold for 81 /. Six volumes, belonging to
the reigns of Elizabeth, James I., Charles I., and Charles II., brought,
in 1858, the more moderate sum of 78?. " The most complete collection
in existence of the original black-letter broadside proclamations of the
Irish Government, commencing with the year 1678, and extending through
the reigns of Charles II., James II., William and Mary, Queen Anne, and
George I., to the year 1716," was bought at the sale of Dr. Cane, of Kil-
kenny, 1858, for the Marchioness of Ormonde, for 76?. But such volumes
have fetched much larger prices than these. I have heard of one picked
up on an old bookstall for half- a- crown selling for 120?. There is a very
fine collection of proclamations in the library of the Society of Antiquaries.
In the Bodleian is the magnificent volume of Elizabethan proclamations ;
and the library of Queen's College, Oxford, has a collection which is nearly,
if not quite, matchless, ranging from 1558 to 1C94. It contains more
than 1,000 proclamations, to say nothing of a very large collodion of acts,
ordinances, &c., issued during the Commonwealth. The only portion in
which it is weak is the time of Charles I. But in addition to this, the
game library possesses two most precious volumes, containing a series of
proclamations, partly printed and partly in MS., from the time of
Henry VII. to 1641. Many of the manuscripts are the original draughts
as prepared for the Privy Council ; some of the Elizabethan ones having
corrections in the handwriting of Mr. Secretary Cecil, and some of the
Caroline ones in that of Mr. Secretary Windebank. Two of them are the
original copies in vellum, with the signature of Charles I. But perhaps
the most interesting paper in the collection is a copy of the only procla-
mation issued by Lady Jane Grey. It is a somewhat elaborate document,
beginning, " Jane, by the grace of God, Queen," &c., and dated "Julie 10,
1553." Grafton lost his privilege as Queen's printer in consequence of
having printed it. It was at one time supposed to be unique. Another
copy, however, has turned up, which is now in the possession of the
Antiquarian Society ; but it is not to be compared with the beautiful copy
at Queen's.
Very curious and interesting proclamations turn up sometimes. Not
long since there was secured for the Royal Library at Windsor one of
Queen Mary, declaring herself to be enceinte. The Bodleian possesses the
proclamation distributed by the Spaniards just before the Armada, declaring
their intentions when they had conquered England. Among those exhibited
in the show-cases in the British Museum is that of King Charles II. order-
ing the suppression of two of the works of Milton ; who is therein stated
to have fled from justice ; that issued September 15, 1714, offering
100,000?. for the apprehension of Prince James should he attempt to land
in England ; and that issued August 22, 1745, by Charles Edward " Prince
of Wales," offering 30,000?. for the apprehension of the "Elector of
Hanover." Some other very interesting papers are displayed in the same
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collection : for instance, a copy of the ninety-five propositions which
Luther on the 31st of October, 1517, posted on the doors of the church of
Wittemberg; and the handbill and challenge of " Admirable " Crichton, put
up on the church doors in Venice in 1580.
The prices obtained by rare books at auctions are at times utterly
beyond all calculations of chances. The object of ambition vires acquirit
eundo and the excitement leads collectors into vagaries which surely must
be as surprising to themselves in sober moments as to everybody else.
The most stupendous price ever obtained for any book was what the
Boccaccio's Decameron of 1471 brought at the Roxburgh sale. At the
beginning of this century the copy then and for a long time afterwards
considered to be unique was in the possession of a London bookseller,
and was purchased by the duke for 100 guineas. Two other copies are
known now — one in the Arnbrosian Library at Milan, the other in the
Imperial Library, Paris. But the first wants one, and the second three
leaves. The edition is said to have been suppressed by papal authority.
The 17th of June, 1812, is the dies cretd notandus in the annals of
bibliomania. Dibdin has a most graphic account of it in his Bibliographical
Decameron. One extract will give the pith of his story : —
" The honour of firing the first shot was due to a gentleman of
Shropshire, unused to this species of warfare, and who seemed to recoil
from the reverberation of the report himself had made. ' One hundred
guineas,' he exclaimed. Again a pause ensued ; but anon the biddings
rose rapidly to five hundred guineas. Hitherto, however, it was evident
that the firing was but masked and desultory. At length all random shots
ceased and the champions before named (Earl Spencer and the Marquis of
Blandford) stood gallantly up to each other, resolving not to flinch from a
trial of their respective strengths. A thousand guineas were bid by Earl
Spencer, to which the Marquis added ten. You might have heard a pin
drop. All eyes were turned — all breathing well nigh stopped — every
sword was put home within its scabbard, and not a piece of steel was seen
to move or to glitter except that which each of these champions brandished
in his valorous hand." At length Lord Spencer had bid 2,250/. The
Marquis quietly added his usual ten, and down dropped the hammer.
When the Marquis's library was disposed of in 1819, the day chosen for
the sale of this famous book was the 17th of June, the anniversary of its
former sale. But nothing could revive the old excitement, and it was
knocked down for 918£. 15s. It is now in the possession of Lord
Spencer.
Of illustrated works I must only mention one, Turner's Liber
Studiorum. ;Here, also, Turner put himself forward as the rival of
Claude. Finding that many forgeries of his pictures were being sold
as original, Claude determined to make drawings of all his pictures,
adding the names of the persons who commissioned them. These drawings
accumulated till at his death he is said to have left six volumes of them.
Only one is at present in existence, containing 200 drawings, and is in
OF AN UNDEVELOPED COLLECTOR. 493
the possession of the Duke of Devonshire. It is known as Claude';?
Liber Veritatis. When Turner determined to publish a series of drawings
which should far eclipse this celebrated volume, he engaged Mr. Lewis
as his engraver, but the remuneration was so inadequate that the
artist soon refused to proceed. Several other engravers were then
engaged, Turner executing some of the plates himself. Often after the
plate had been engraved, and several impressions taken off, Turner
made large alterations, and, consequently, anything like a perfect copy
of the etchings is a most difficult thing to procure. The subscription
price was 17/. 18s. In 1865, Messrs. Sotheby and Wilkinson offered for
sale what was described as the best entire copy of the work known to
exist, each proof being in the earliest state, having been selected at the
printer's before the impressions were issued to subscribers. There
were also in it some artist's proofs, much touched and drawn over
;ind altered by Turner, and in many cases bearing his own autograph
directions to the engraver. It fetched the very large sum of 4507.
"Vfr. Thornbury, in his Life of Turner, says, " Before his death "
' ' a copy sold for thirty - one . guineas, and since his death fine copies
have sold for 3,000?." But Mr. Thornbury here refers to the Stokes'
( ollection of etchings, proofs, and every known plate, besides many dupli-
cates. This collection was offered to the South Kensington Museum for
£,500?.; on the purchase being declined, it was broken up, and produced
about 3,000?.
Bindings arc sometimes as much the objects of a collector's ambition
as the books themselves. Towards the end of the fifteenth century very
beautiful bindings were made for the Medici, the Delia Rovere, the D'Este,
aad other noble families. Aldus, the famous printer of Yenice, was perhaps
the first to issue books in different styles of covering, to suit the tastes
aad purses of his customers. There are very early bindings which appear
to have been stamped from engraved blocks. Some of them may be even
earlier specimens of wood engraving than the Spencer St. Christopher.
One of the first collectors whose bindings are sought after is Michael
jNJajoli ; but it was his kinsman, Thomas Majoli, whose devices and style
of ornamentation were first imitated by foreign bookbinders. Upon his
books is found the inscription, " Tho. Majoli et amicor." Besides this
there is his motto, which was generally "Inimici mea michi, non me
michi ; " and more rarely, as an example in the British Museum, " Ingratis
servire nephas." At the Libri sale, in 1859, where there were so many
magnificent specimens of bindings, one volume sold for 91/. ; another, at
the Bergeret sale, produced 104?.
Still more famous are the "Grolier" bindings. Jean Grolier was
bom at Lyons in 1479. He was employed by Francis I. as paymaster-
general to his forces in Italy, and was afterwards sent on a political
mission to Clement VII., who had become very much attached to him.
Ho died in 1565, but his library was not dispersed till 1675. There are
forty or more volumes from it now in the British Museum. The earlier
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" Groliers" are only ornamented with combinations of various lines, but
more elaborate devices of flowers, &c. were afterwards introduced. Grolier
had two or three mottoes which he used for his books, but his usual one
is, " Portio mea, Domine, sit in terns viventium." At the Libri sale a
folio Heliodorus, described as the "most superb specimen of Grolier
binding ever offered for sale," produced 110Z. The book itself may be
had for a few shillings. But even this price was exceeded at the same
sale. Aldus printed the works of Machiavelli, in 1540, in four separate
octavo volumes. Grolier had his copies bound in four different patterns.
One of the volumes is now in the British Museum ; another in the Impe-
rial Library, Paris ; a third is, or was, in a private collection at Lyons ;
and the fourth was sold at the Libri sale for 150Z. The binding is almost
always in morocco ; but one specimen in ornamented vellum, the only one
known, sold at the same sale for 111.
Books which formerly belonged to the Library of Diana of Poictiers are
eagerly sought after. They are in two styles of binding, — one much less
ornamented and thought to show her own taste, the other more elaborate
and considered to be the gift of her royal lover, Henry II. The celebrated
artist " le petit Bernard " is said to have been employed upon them, just
as Holbein is reported to have furnished Jos. Cundall, King Henry VIII. 's
bookbinder, with devices. Citron morocco was perhaps Diana's favourite
binding : the sides of the volumes being ornamented with her cipher, —
the double D interlacing with H ; and her devices, the interlaced crescents
and crowned H, filling up the spaces of the elegantly scrolled border. At
the Libri sale, two specimens from her library, both of them works of
divinity, produced 801. and 85?.
Another connoisseur in bindings was the collector Demetrio Canevari,
or Mecenate, as he is also called, physician to the Papal Court. His
motto is " OP0Q2 KAI MH AOSIQ2," and his device a medallion, beau-
tifully heightened with gold, silver, and colour, representing Apollo driving
his car across the sea towards a rock on which his winged Pegasus is
pawing the ground. Specimens of his library are of rare occurrence ; one
in the Libri collection sold for 731. Another collector who had very good
taste for bindings was the infamous Orsini, who strangled his wife with his
own hands.
I may just mention one specimen of English bookbinding which
occurred at the Libri sale, the finest example of the art in the 16th century,
from the library of King Edward VI. It produced 34Z. 10s. Specimens
of most of the bindings I have mentioned — some of them very fine ones —
may be seen in the show-cases in the British Museum.
Very magnificent bindings were in use long before the invention of
printing. In the accounts of the wardrobe of Edward IV., for instance,
it appears that Piers Bauduyn was paid, -for "binding, gilding, and
dressing" two books, twenty shillings each, and sixteen shillings each for
four others. Now twenty shillings in those days would have bought an
ox. But even this does not represent the whole cost. The binder had
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six yards of velvet, as many of silk, besides laces, tassels, copper and
,*ilt clasps and gilt nails, supplied to him. And when we remember
•he enormous prices of velvet and silk in those days, bookbinding,
-,\'e are sure, must have been costly indeed. Perhaps the finest
collection of beautifully-bound books ever formed was that which belonged
10 Corvinus, King of Hungary, who died at Buda about 1490. The
' -olum.es — 30,000 in number, mostly of course MSS. — were bound in
brocade, with bosses and clasps of gold and silver. When Buda was
iaken, in 1526, the Turks very naturally tore off the covers. One most
exquisite specimen of rich binding is in the South Kensington Museum.
1 i is a missal case — of small octavo size — of Italian work, about 1580.
The binding is gold, ornamented with translucent ruby, emerald and azure
( name!. On one side is represented the creation of Eve, with beasts and
i llegorical figures ; on the other, the fountain of Fame, with figures, some
c linking, others reclining. It is supposed to have belonged to Henrietta
TIaria, Queen of Charles I. It cost the Museum 7001. Still more
valuable was the " Golden Bible," sent over from Russia to the Exhibition
cf 1862. It was bound in precious metals, and thickly studded with
turquoise, diamonds, and Siberian amethysts, and was valued at 4,000f.
1 Jter this, we need not be surprised to find that when Landino had pre-
S2nted a copy of the Dante of 1481 on vellum to the Republican Govern-
ment of Florence, beautifully embellished with nielli, he was rewarded
with the present of a castle.
The collector has another field for his enthusiasm in autographs ; of
^hich the show-cases in the British Museum display some most interesting
specimens. There, for instance, is the great Duke's list of the cavalry
uader his command, written on the field of Waterloo just before the
battle ; there is Nelson's last letter to Lady Hamilton, found open on his
d3sk and unfinished after the battle of Trafalgar. It is easy to imagine
that character may be detected in handwriting. Look, for instance,
aG the free, dashing penmanship of Prince Rupert, and the hard,
Btern, self-contained signature of Oliver Cromwell. At the sale of
the Baker collection in 1855, occurred a very interesting letter of the
Prince to Charles I. He had been ordered to leave England, and writes
tc- remonstrate. " The meanest subject you have could not be soe unkinde
a: id unnaturally treated with ; however, it shall never lessen my respect
t( your Majestie, though I am now afflicted, you should be persuaded
tc doe soe unhandsome a thing with the ill-usage of your Majestie's most
obedient nephew and faithful servant, RUPERT." It sold for 13 guineas.
Perhaps the largest sum a letter of Cromwell had ever produced was in
1854, when that to Mr. Cotton, " Pastor to the Church at Boston, in New
England," sold for 36/. It was bought for America. The Baker collection
h id a very interesting letter of Charles I. to the Marquis of Ormond, in
w lich he declares war to be better than a dishonourable peace, and prefers
" the chance of warr than to give my consent to any such allowance of
P<>pcry as must evidently bring destruction." This sold for 71 /. At tho
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same sale was an equally interesting letter from Lord Strafford to his wife,
whilst a prisoner in the Tower, expressing his belief that there was nothing
in the charge against him, or that, " at the worst, his Majesty will pardon
all." This produced 40?. 10s.
In the library at Windsor is preserved a very interesting literary relic
of the unfortunate King. Anybody that has read Milton's Iconodastes will
remember the passage : — " I shall not instance an abstruse writer, wherein
the King might be less conversant, but one whom we well know was the
closet companion of these hid solitudes, William Shakspeare." The
King's copy is still to be seen in the royal library.
Of autographs in books the British Museum has a very rich collection,
though at the time when the reckless sale of duplicates was practised,
some volumes were most culpably parted with. Among them is said to
have been King Henry VIII. 's copy of the book that won for him the
title of defender of the faith, with his autograph corrections, and a copy
of the works of the Emperor Julian, with notes by James I. But there
is no chance of the present chief librarian committing such mistakes as
these. Oxford, however, has no reason to complain of the Museum mal-
practices, since she owes to them the possession of the splendid Douce
collection.
At the Hibbert sale in 1829, there was purchased for the Museum, for
the sum of 267?. 15s., a German Bible, said to have belonged to Luther
up to the time of his death, and afterwards to Melancthon, Bugenhegius,
and Major. Autographs of all these famous men were in it. If, how-
ever, we are to believe Mr. Sotheby, they are all forgeries. Less open to
doubt is a letter — closely connected with the history of religion — of John
Wesley to "Dear Sammy." In it he says, "I still think when the
Methodists leave the Church of England, God will leave them It
would be contrary to all common sense, as well as to good conscience,
to make a separation now."
There are few things in literary history more remarkable than the
fact that relics of the handwriting of so voluminous an author as
Shakspeare are so rare. There do not appear to be more than five
or six that are undoubtedly genuine. There are, of course, the three
signatures to his will, and the Guildhall Library has the counterpart of
the document to be mentioned presently, for which was paid the sum
of 147?. In 1858 the British Museum secured the original mortgage-
deed by which " William Shakspeare, of Stratford-upon-Avon, gentleman,"
granted to Henry Walker, citizen of London, a lease of a dwelling-house
in Blackfriars, for the term of ten years. On the first of the four labels which
are attached to it is the signature " W1? ShakspTf." It cost the Museum 300
guineas. In 1805 the Bodleian Library secured a specimen, which
there is little doubt is genuine, at a ridiculously small price. It is written
in faded ink on the title-page of a small octavo Aldine edition of Ovid's
Metamorphoses (1502). The signature is " Wm. Shr." The owner of
the book in 1682 wrote within the cover, " This little book of Ovid
OF AN UNDEVELOPED COLLECTOR. 497
vras given to rfie by W. Hall, who sayd it was once Will. Shakspeare's."
frame doubts were thrown upon the genuineness of the signature in the
auction-room, and the library became possessed of this rich treasure
for 91.
If, however, there is a singular scarcity of Shakspeare's auto-
graphs, this is by no means the case with those of another of our greatest
poets, Milton. The Library of Trinity College, Cambridge, has a rich
collection of his juvenile and other poems — including Comus, Lycidas, and
the first design of what was afterwards Paradise Lost. Its original form is
that of a Scriptural drama. The MS. of the first book of Paradise Lost
\\hich was forwarded to London for licensing, is now in the possession of
Mr. Baker, of Bayfordbury, Herts. In the Bodleian, again, are some
autographs of his works which he had presented to Dr. Kous, its principal
librarian. In the British Museum is a volume of Aratus with his auto-
graph which was purchased for 40?. 10s. But perhaps the most interesting
of Milton's papers is the covenant indenture between himself and Samuel
Symons, printer, for the sale and publication of Paradise Lost. It is
duted April 27, 1667. By it the printer was to pay him 51. at once, and
5/. additional on the sale of each of the first three impressions — each
impression consisting of 1,800 copies. Milton, therefore, was to receive
20/. in all, if 3,900 copies were sold. The sale, however, never reached
this point, for by a deed of release made by his widow in 1680, she
covenants to receive 81. in full of all demands, 10?. having been paid
previously. The original deed was formerly in the possession of Sir
Thomas Lawrence, at whose sale it fetched 63?. It afterwards belonged
to the poet Kogers, who gave, it is said, 100 guineas for it. He presented
it to the British Museum. Mr. Sotheby, however, in his sumptuous
volume, Ramblings in the Elucidation of the Autograph of Milton, would
have us believe that the signature after all is not really Milton's — not
because it is impossible for a blind man to make a signature, as anybody
miiy convince himself on being blindfolded, but because it is so exactly
like the hand of an amanuensis employed on his treatise De Doctnna
Clrist'iana. In 1858 Mr. Monckton Milnes — now Lord Houghton —
secured a similar example signature to the conveyance of a bond for 400?.
to the Cyriack Skinner to whom Milton dedicated his noble sonnet on his
bliidness. The price paid was only 19 guineas. It had belonged to
Mr. Singer, at whose sale an interesting letter from Nell Gwynne was
disposed of. It is addressed to Lawrence Hyde, the second son of
the great Lord Chancellor : but pretty Nelly's education had been sadly
neglected, and she had to use the services of a friend. Her letter con-
chicles, " We are agoing to supe with the king at Whitehall and my Lady
Harvie, the king remembers his sarvis to you. Now lets talke of State
afilires for we never caried things so cunningly as now, for we don't know
whether we shall have peice or war, but I am for war, and for no other
reason but that you may come home. I have a thousand merry conceits
but I can't make her write 'um, and therefore you must take the will for
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the deed. Good-bye. Your most loveing, obedient, faithfull and humbel
sarvant, E. G."
In the Soane Museum is a most interesting volume, the original copy of
the Gerusalemme Liberata in the handwriting of Tasso. Lord Guildford,
to whom it formerly belonged, has written on the flyleaf, " I hope it will
be recorded to future ages that England possesses the original MS. of one of
the four greatest epic poems the world has produced, and beyond all doubt,
the only one of the four now existing." Other MSS. of Tasso are in the
British Museum. The prices at which the Corteyiauo of Casticjlione, with
an autograph sonnet of Tasso, has been sold at different times, are perhaps
worth mentioning. At Singer's sale in 1818 it produced 80*., at Hibbert's
(1829) 100*., at Hanrott's (1833) 68*., at Heber's (1835) 41*., at Bishop
Butler's (1840) 64*. It contained also a copy of Crichton's challenge
already alluded to. Another very interesting book is a copy of Tasso 's
Genisalemme Liberata (4to., Parma, 1581) with MS. corrections in the
handwriting of the printer Aldus, to whom it is supposed they were com-
municated by Tasso himself, whilst in prison. Bishop Butler gave 30
guineas for it : at the Libri sale it produced only 181.
Of more modern autographs, it will be sufficient to mention those of
Sir Walter Scott. At Mr. Utterson's sale the original MS. of Peveril of
the Peak sold for 44*. ; in 1857 it brought 50*. In the beginning of
1855 Kenilwortli was bought for the British Museum for 41*. But the
prices obtained last July for those disposed of by Christie and Manson go
far beyond this. Anne of Geier stein fetched 121 guineas ; fragments of
Waverley and Ivan/we, with some other papers, 130 guineas. Of Sir
Walter's poems, Maimion brought 191 guineas ; the Lady of the Lake,
264 ; the Vision of Don Roderick and some other poems, 37 ; Eokeby 130 ;
and the Lord of the Isles 101. I ought perhaps to mention one more
instance, Gray's Elegy, the MS. of which was purchased by Mr. E.
Wrightson in 1854 for 130*.
When we remember the very large prices that have been paid for
ancient MSS. and the autographs of distinguished persons, we cannot be
surprised at the number of forgeries that have been perpetrated. I do
not allude to such instances as that of the Amber Witch, a trick played
off upon the infallible critics of Tubingen with such astonishing success,
nor again to such a case as Chatterton's famous Rowley MSS. ; but this
present century has seen some wonderful examples of wholesale forgeries.
In 1852 there were brought to Mr. Murray forty-seven autograph letters
of Lord Byron. From the quarter through which they came to him,
he had reason to believe them genuine, and he accordingly purchased
them for something over 120?. They were forgeries every one. About
the same time Mr. Moxon bought at a sale several letters of Shelley.
These he very naturally published. But here again the fraud was soon
discovered, and Mr. Moxon accordingly suppressed the book and called in all
the copies that had been delivered to the trade. The book is now a curiosity.
The forged MSS. themselves were given to the British Museum.
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But by far the most accomplished forger of modern times is M.
loinionides. He conies from the island of Syrene, opposite Caria, and
made his first public appearance at Athens, where he offered some MSS.
:br sale, which he said had been carried off secretly from Mount Athos.
A commission, which was engaged to examine them, reported favourably,
especially upon a MS. of Homer, which accordingly was purchased at a
high price. Before very long it was discovered that the text of this
jincient MS. was Wolfs, with all the errata. Next he appeared at Con-
stantinople, where he tried hieroglyphics, cuneiform inscriptions, and
Armenian history, but somewhat unsuccessfully. Nothing daunted, he
hied a new device, and came out as another Douster Swivel. He declared
that at a certain spot an Arabic MS. in Syriac characters would be dis-
covered by digging. Workmen were accordingly employed, Simonides
himself not being allowed to descend. By-and-by a pause was made for
luncheon, and not long afterwards Simonides called out, " There it is ;
bring it up." The soil about it, however, was quite different from that of
tlie ground. The workmen were grinning, and when interrogated con-
i.!ssed that during luncheon the Greek came out for a short time, jumped
i ito the pit, and began to burrow.
He next made his appearance in England with, amongst other
T onderful treasures, a MS. of Homer on serpent's skin, which professed
to have been sent from Chios to Hipparchus, son of Pisistratus. This and
several others he persuaded Sir Thomas Phillips to purchase. Almost
tie only libraries which he failed in cheating were the British Museum
aid the Bodleian. On visiting the latter place he showed some fragments
of MSS. to Mr. Coxe, who assented to their belonging to the twelfth
contury.
" And these, Mr. Coxe, belong to the tenth or eleventh century ? "
« Yes, probably."
" And now, Mr. Coxe, let me show you a very ancient and valuable
KS. I have for sale, and which ought to be in your library. To what
contury do you consider this belongs ? "
" This, Mr. Simonides, I have no doubt," said Mr. Coxe, "belongs to
the nineteenth century."
The Greek and his MS. disappeared.
Some time afterwards a palimpsest manuscript was sent to Berlin,
professing to be a history of the Kings of Egypt in Greek, by Uranius, of
A Lexandria. The Academy declared it genuine, and the Minister of Public
Instruction was ordered to purchase it for 5,000 thalers. Professor
Dindorf offered the University of Oxford the honour of giving this valuable
book to the world, and the work was accordingly begun under the editor-
si dp of the professor. Before many sheets, however, were struck off, notice
ci me that the printing was to be stopped. Lepsius, naturally anxious to
k: low how far Uranius supported or demolished some of his theories about
E gyptian history, was disappointed as well as amused to find that the
b< -ok was little more than a translation into very bad Greek of portions of
500 JOTTINGS FHOM THE NOTE-BOOK OF A COLLECTOR.
the writings of Bimsen and himself. Ehrenberg then examined the
manuscript with his microscope, and discovered that the palimpsest was
really later than the more modem one, — the old ink overlaid the new.
Simonides' last appearance is a very amusing one : he claims to be the
writer of the Codex Sinaiticus of the New Testament, that was discovered
by Tischendorf, partly' in 1844 and partly in 1859, in one of the
monasteries of Mount Athos. The account which Simonides gives of it
is that in 1839 the monks of the Russian convent determined to make a
transcript of the Scriptures in ancient characters on vellum as a present to
the Emperor Nicholas. Dionysius the scribe to the monastery declining
to undertake the work, Simonides, the nephew of the head of the monastery,
offered to execute it. The Archimandrite, Dionysius of Xeropotami, another
monastery on Mount Athos, declares that the story is false in every particular.
There is little doubt that the manuscript which has been published so
magnificently in four folio volumes at the expense of the Emperor of
Russia is the oldest manuscript of the New Testament in existence.
I ought perhaps to mention a circumstance which was alluded to at
the recent meeting of the British Association. There has very lately been
communicated to the French Academy an elaborate correspondence
between Newton and Pascal, which, if genuine, would transfer to the latter
the honour of the discovery of the law of gravitation. Sir D. Brewster,
however, gave, at Dundee, several very strong reasons for considering the
correspondence "a gigantic fraud — the greatest ever attempted in the
world, connected with science and literature."
Jf0r % mnii oi it
STONE walls, they say, have ears — 'Twere scarcely wrong
To wish that these walls likewise had a tongue.
How many gracious words would then be said,
How many precious counsels uttered ;
What terse quotations fresh applied and fit,
"What gay retorts and summer-lightning wit,
What sweet and deep affections would find vent,
What hourly invocations upward sent 1 —
No, — they their treasured secrets ne'er let fall —
Mute as this poor handwriting on the wall.
A. M.
501
OF AUGUST 8, 1866.
Like doth quit like, and measure still for measure.
" So'ouK-Soo," or " Cool Waters," is one of the loveliest spots in tho
lovely province of Abkhasia. Lying only a few miles inland from the
eastern Black Sea shore, and on the first rise of the wooded Caucasus, a
day's ride north of the town and harbour of Soukhoum-Kale, it was from
old times a favourite summer residence of the chiefs of Abkhasia ; their
winter was more often passed at Brand or Otchemchiri, farther down
the coast.
But in addition to its natural beauty and residential importance, this
locality has acquired a special title to almost European interest since
August, 1866, when it became the scene and starting-point of an outbreak
— disguised in distorted newspaper accounts under fictions of brigandage,
slave- driving, and the like, but which was in fact nothing else than an
Eastern re-enactment of events familiar, since 1830, to Warsaw and the
Western Provinces of the Russian Empire.
During the month of November, 1866, while the memories of the
Abkhasian insurrection were still recent, and the lingering autumn of
the Caucasus yet permitted horse-travelling (for in winter these mountains
become totally impassable), we — that is, myself with a Mingrelian servant
jsnd guide — arrived at So'ouk-Soo, after a ten hours' ride from Soukhoum-
Kale, through bush and forest, stream and mire. Roads are luxuries
often announced in programme; sometimes talked of, but never seen in
these provinces. It was already dark when, after much clambering and
dipping, we found ourselves on a sort of plateau, entangled in a labyrinth
( f hedges, where scattered lights glimmered among the bushwood, and dogs
1 arking in all directions gave us to know that we had reached So'ouk-Soo.
] iike most other Abkhasian villages, its houses are neither ranged in streets
ror grouped in blocks, but scattered as at random, each in a separate
enclosure. The houses themselves are one-storied and of wood, sometimes
riere huts of wattle and clay ; the enclosures are of cut gtakes, planted
n ud interwoven latticewise ; the spaces between these hedgerows serve for
the passage of countless goats and oxen that pass the night within their
D tasters' precincts, and go out to pasture during the day. Old forest-trees,
fresh underwood, bramble, and grass grow everywhere, regardless of the
houses, which are often in a manner lost among them; one is at times
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right in the middle of a village before one has even an idea of having
approached it.
After much hallooing and much answering in sibilants and gutturals, —
really the Abkhasian alphabet seems to contain nothing else, — we prevailed
on some peasants to get up and guide us through the darkness to the
house of the Natchalnick, or Governor of the district. Here we passed
the remainder of the night with his Excellency, a Georgian- by birth, and,
like every one else of these ilks, who is not of serfish origin, a prince by
title, but now an officer in the Russian army, into which the ''natives,"
fond as negroes of gay dress and glitter, are readily attracted by lace and
epaulettes. Many of the "princes" of the land — elsewhere chiefs or
sheykhs at most — have, on this motive, with the additional hope of a
decoration, assumed the badges of Russian military service, wherein they
easily obtain subordinate posts ; and there aid as spies or as tools in dis-
arming the constantly recurring discontent of their countrymen, till some
day or other their own personal discontent breaks out, and then the tool,
no longer serviceable, is broken and thrown aside, to be replaced, whero
wanted, by another.
Early next morning, while the dew glittered on the rank grass, and
the bright sun shone slant through the yet leafy trees, we rode, accom-
panied by the " Natchalnick " and his whole suite of Georgians and Min-
grelians in Cossack dress, to visit the " Meidan " of So'ouk-Soo, where the
first shot of insurrection had been fired four months before.
A " Meidan," or " open ground," is — all know who have visited tho
East — the necessary adjunct of eveiy town or village honoured by a
chieftain's residence. It serves for town-hall, for park, for parade-ground,
for scene of all public gathering, display, business, or amusement. On it
is invariably situated the chiefs or governor's abode ; a mosque, if the
land be Mahometan, a church, if Christian, is never wanting ; the main
street or artery of the locality terminates here. Lastly, it is seldom devoid
of a few large trees, the shade of loiterers.
The Meidan of So'ouk-Soo offers all these characteristic features, but
offers them after a manner indicating the events it has witnessed, and the
causes or consequences of those events. It is an open book, legibly
written by the Nemesis of history, the " measure for measure," the recipro-
cated revenges of national follies and national crimes.
" Which living waves where thou didst cease to live," says Byron,
contrasting the quiet prolonged existence of great nature with the short
and turbulent period of human life. Much the same feeling comes over
one at So'ouk-Soo. The green grassy plot dotted with noble trees —
beech, elm, and oak ; around, the swelling uplands, between which the
"cool waters" of the torrent — whence the name of the place — rush
sparkling down to the blue sea ; beyond, the huge Caucasian mountain-
chain, here seen in all its central magnificence of dark forest below and
white fantastic peaks above, in unearthly wildness of outline beyond the
dreams of the most enthusiastic pre-Raphaelite landscape-painter; above,
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the ever- varying sky ; around, the fresh hill-breeze : The chiefs of Abkhasia
could not have found in all their domains a fairer, a more life-giving place
for their residence. But another story is told by the traces of a ruined
mosque on one side of the Meidan, and near it some neglected tombs
bearing on the carved posts — which here replace monumental stones — the
Mahometan symbolic turban. Close by are four wooden crosses, sunk and
awry, freshly planted in the still loose mould of as many recent graves.
Next, the blackened, walls and empty windows of a large burnt house
surrounded by a broken stone-wall. Further on, a second fire-ruin, amid
the trees and shrubs of a yet thickly-growing garden. Opposite, on the
other side of the Meidan, and alone intact and entire, as though triumph-
ing over the ruin it has in no small measure caused, stands a church — a
small building of the semi-Byzantine style usual in Russian and Georgian
ecclesiastical architecture hereabouts. Close by is a large house, symme-
trically built, with a porch of Greek marble and other signs of former
display. But all within has been gutted and burnt.: the long range of
stone windows opens into emptiness, the roof has fallen in, and the marble
columns are stained and split with fire. Here, too, in the same strange
contrast of life and death, a beautiful garden, where the mixture of cypress
and roses, of flowering trees and deep leafy shrubbery, betokens Turkish
taste, forms a sideground and a background to the dismantled dwelling.
Some elms and a few Cossack-tenanted huts complete the outer circle of
the Meidan.
Each one of these objects has a history, each one is a foot-print in the
march of the Caucasian Nemesis, each one a record of her triumph and of
her justice.
The ruined mosque and turban -crowned tomb-posts recall the time
vvhen Mahometanism and submission to the great centre of orthodox
[slam, Constantinople, was the official condition of Abkhasia. This
passed into Russian rule and Christian lordship ; and the Nemesis of this
j)hase is marked by the wooden crosses under which lie the mutilated
corpses of Colonel Cognard, Russian Governor-General of Abkhasia, of
'.ismailoff, Russian * ' Natchalnick " of So'ouk-Soo, of Cheripoff, the Tiflis
Commissioner, and of Colonel Cognard' s aide-de-camp : they perished in
the outbreak of August. The large burnt house close by was the abode
( -f Alexander Shervashiji, brother of the last native chief of Abkhasia. Less
ihan half a century since the family bartered national independence and
jslam against Russian popes and epaulettes. Their Nemesis has come too.
jn this very house Cognard and his suite were slaughtered. The ruin
close by was once the residence of the ill -famed "Natchalnick" Ismailoff-
i; recalls the special vengeance of licentious tyranny — how, we shall see
afterwards. The church, alone yet intact, is of old date and of Georgian
construction — once abandoned, then revived and repaired by the renegade
khhervashijis, its Nemesis is now in its lonely silence. The ruin of hewn
stone, Turkish in style, was the palace of Michael Shervashiji, the last
i ative-born ruler of the province. Russian in uniform, Abkhasian at heart,
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'rue to his own interests, false to those of others, he constructed this
palace on his return from a visit to the west : it inaugurated the beginning
of a late return to the old Ottoman alliance ; but with the general fate
of return movements — especially when undertaken after their time — it
inaugurated also his own ruin and that of his nation. The Cossack and
Abkhasian huts further on were yet tenanted in November last : they are
now empty.
We alighted, visited these strange memorials one by one, heard the
story of each, remounted our horses, galloped up and down the springy
turf of the Meidan, and then plunged into the deep wooded ravine north-
east, and left the scene of inconstancy, violence, and blood, on our way
to the districts of Bzibb and northern Abkhasia.
But our readers must halt a little longer on the Meidan if they de iro
to understand the full import of the tragedy of which we have just seen
the stage decorations.
Of the early history of the Abkhasian race little is known, and little
was probably to be known. More than two thousand years since we find
them, in Greek records, inhabiting the narrow strip between the mountains
and the sea, along the central eastern coast of the Euxine, precisely where
later records and the maps of our own day place them. But whence these
seeming autochthons arrived, what was the cradle of their infant race, to
which of the great " earth-families," in German phrase, this little tribe, the
highest number of which can never have much exceeded a hundred thousand,
belonged, are questions on which the past and the present are alike
silent. Tall stature, fair complexion, light eyes, auburn hair, and a great
love for active and athletic sport, might seem to assign them a Northern
origin ; but an Oriental regularity of feature, and a language which, though
it bears no discoverable affinity to any known dialect, has yet the Semitic
post-fixes, and in guttural richness distances the purest Arabic or Hebrew,
would appear to claim for them a different relationship. Their character,
too, brave, enterprising, and commercial in its way, has yet very generally
a certain mixture of childish cunning, and a total deficiency of organising
power, that cement of nations, which removes them from European and
even from Turkish resemblance, while it recalls the so-called Semitic of-
south-western Asia. But no tradition on their part lays claim to the
solution of their mystery, and records are wanting among a people who
have never committed their vocal sounds to writing ; they know that they
are Abkhasians, and nothing more.
Pagans, like all early nations, they received a slight whitewash of
Christianity at times from the Byzantine Empire, at times from their
Georgian neighbours ; till at last the downfall of Trebizond and the
extension of the Ottoman power on their frontier by sea and by land
rendered them what they have still mostly remained, Mahometans.
Divided from time immemorial into five main tribes, each with its clannish
subdivisions, the un-euphonic names of which we pass over out of sheer
compassion to printers and readers, they first, at the beginning of the
THE ABKHASIAN INSURRECTION. 505
EGventcenth century, received a common master in the person of
Tahniuras-khan, a Persian by birth, native of Sherwan, whence tho family
name of Sherwajee, modified into Shervashiji, but claiming descent from
the ancient kings of Iran. Having in the year 1625 lent considerable aid
to the Turks in their interminable contest with the Persians for the
riastery of Georgia, he was by them confirmed in the government of
Abkhasia ; his residence was at Soukhoum, whence for a while his
descendants, still known among the Turks by the by-name of " Kizil-
Bash," synonymous with "Persian," ruled the entire province. But when
somewhat later Soukhoum became the abode of an Ottoman Pasha, the
Shervashijis transferred their quarters to So'ouk-Soo, which henceforth
became in a manner the capital of Abkhasia.
The treaty of Adrianople, in 1829, handed over the Western Caucasian
coast to Russian rule ; and the ruling Shervashiji (Hamood Beg), then in
the prime of life, showed himself a devoted worshipper of the rising, — if
not sun, — Aurora Borealis of Petersburg. Quitting his ancestral reli-
gion and name, he was baptized into Russian Christianity under the title
of Michael Beg, received a high rank in the Russian army, and, head and
hand, did the work of his new masters. For all the long years that the
Circassian struggle lasted, through the months wasted by Omar Pasha in
Mingrelia, and during all the squandered and lost opportunity — squandered
in 1855, lost in 1856 — of restoring and of securing the freedom of the
Ciiucasus, perhaps of all Central Asia, from the yoke to which more and
more necks must daily bow, Michael Shervashiji was by turns the main
implement of Russian diplomacy in disuniting Western Caucasus from the
coaimon cause, and the military executioner to whom was entrusted the
subdual, and even extermination, of his more patriotic neighbours. With
tho short-sighted acuteness common among Easterns he saw only his own
present advantage, and took no heed that while helping to destroy his
petty though hereditary rivals he was, in the Russian point of view,
cutting away the last props of his own rule. Meanwhile his every request
was granted, every privilege confirmed. Russian garrisons were indeed
at Soukhoum-Kale, at Gagri, at other stations of the coast; but
inland Michael Shervashiji was sole lord and master, and not even a
Russian officer could venture a " werst " up the interior without his
pei mission and escort. :
All this was very well for a time ; Shamyl was still unconquered, and
' Mi :hael Shervashiji was too valuable an ally for the Russians not to be
humoured, — Shakspeare might have said "fooled," — to the top of his
bei t, even at some temporary sacrifice of Russian uniformization and
monopoly. But at last the circle of hunters narrowed round the mountain
deer at bay in the heights of Gunib, and eyes less keen than Michael's
could foresee near at hand the moment when the last independence of the
Caucasus would have ceased to be. Tua res agitur paries cum proximus
ard?t, can be thought in Abkhasian no less than expressed in Latin ; and
Michael grew uneasy at the prospect of a boundless horizon of Russian
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friends. His health suddenly but opportunely failed, a change of air, — oi
water Eastern M.D.'s would say, — became necessary; a journey to
Europe was recommended ; a passport was taken, rather than granted ;
and the great Shervashiji, like many other princes, vent to try the waters.
That the said waters should in a few months have restored his health
was quite natural ; it was, however, somewhat singular that they should
at the same time have had an Osmanhzing effect on his own constitution.
Some say they were the waters of the Bosphorus that acted on him thus ;
others attribute it to a reaction produced by the waters of the Volga,
which, in a visit to Moscow, he drank near their source about this very
time. Certainly on his return strange and anti-Muscovite symptoms
appeared. His new residence at So'ouk-Soo, the ancestral seat of his
independence, rose on a Turkish model ; his manners, his speech, grew
less Kussian. It was noticed, too, that on entering church he no longer
uncovered his head, a decided hint, said the Russians, that church and
mosque were for him on much the same footing. Perhaps the Russians
were not far wrong.
Then came 1864, the great Circassian emigration — i.e. the expulsion of
well nigh a million of starving and plundered wretches from their country,
for the crime of having defended that country against strangers — was
accomplished ; in Eastern phrase, the Abkhasian " back was cut," and
now came their turn to receive the recompence of their fidelity to Russia
and their infidelity to their native Caucasus. The first and main tool of
Tiflis had been Michael Shervashiji ; he was accordingly the first to receive
his stipend.
Too late aware what that stipend was likely to be, he had retired into
an out-of-the-way country residence some hours to the interior, behind
Otchemchiri. Here, in November, 1864, the Russian "pay-day" found
him, in the shape of a detachment of soldiers sent by his Imperial High-
ness the Grand Duke Michael to invite and escort him to the viceregal
presence at Tiflis. Whether thinking that resistance would only make
matters worse, or reckoning on the deceptive chances of what is called
" an appeal to generosity," the Beg at once gave himself up to the troops.
By them he was forthwith conducted, not to Tiflis, but to the coast, where
lay the ship appointed to convey him to Kertch, whence began his destined
journey to Russia and Siberia. A traitor, he met a traitor's recompence,
and that, as was most fitting, at the hands of those in whose behalf his
life had been for thirty-five years one prolonged treason to his country.
Yet that country wept him at his departure — he was their born prince,
after all, and no stranger — and they wept him still more when the news
of his death — the ready consequence of exile at an advanced age into
the uncongenial Siberian climate and Siberian treatment, but by popular
rumour attributed to Russian poison — reached them in the spring of 1866.
His corpse was brought back to his native mountains, and he was buried
amid the tears and wailings of his Abkhasian subjects.
They had, indeed, already other cause for their wailings. Hardly had
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their last prince ceased to live, than measures were taken by the vice-
regal Government for the nominal demarcation, the real confiscation, of
the lands of the Abkhasian nobility; while the peasants, for their part,
fo:ind the little finger of Russian incorporization heavier than all the loins
of all the Shervashijis. Russian custom-houses formed a cordon along
thj coast ; Russian Cossacks and Natchalnicks were posted everywhere
uj the country; the whole province was placed under Russian law and
m litary administration; Abkhasian rights, Abkhasian customs and pre-
cedents were henceforth abolished. More still, their religion, the great
supplement of nationality in the East — because in its Eastern form it
embodies whatever makes a nation, its political and social, its public and
pr.vate being — was now menaced. Russian chronologists discovered that
th-j Abkhasians had once been Christians, whence the Tiflis Government
dr«)w the self-evident conclusion that they had no right to be at present
Mahometans. An orthodox bishop or archbishop, I forget which, of
Atkhasia, appeared on the scene, and the work, or rather the attempt at
proselytism was diligently pushed forward by enticement and intimidation
under hierarchical auspices. Lastly, a census of the population, — a
process which ever since David numbered the children of Israel and
brought on them the plague in consequence, has been in ill-odour in the
Erst, — was ordered.
Of the Shervashiji family many remained. Michael's own brother,
Alexander, still resided, though without authority, at So'ouk-Soo ; George,
Michael's eldest son, now a Russian officer, and the Grand Duke's aide-
de-camp, had returned from Petersburg, where no amount of champagne
an-1 cards had been spared to make him a genuine Russian ; epaulettes and
aigrettes would, it was to be hoped, retain him such. But bred in the
bo:ie will not out of the flesh, and he was still a Shervashiji, nor had
he forgotten the rights of heir- apparent. Another and a powerful branch
of the same family, the relatives of Said Beg Shervashiji of Kelasoor, a
Mahometan, and who had died poisoned it was said by his Christian
kinsman and rival, Michael, were also in the country, and seemed inclined
to forget family quarrels in the common cause. Besides these were two
otter " houses " of special note, the Marshians and the Ma'ans. The
for ner had, like the Shervashijis, been in general subservient to Russia —
so: le had even apostatized from Islam ; but their chief, Shereem Beg, a
Mahometan, had married Michael Shervashiji's sister, and state marriages
in Jhe East are productive of other results than mere non-interventions
anc children. The other family, the Ma'ans, staunch Islam, had for
some time previous broken off Russian connection: one of them, Mus-
tap la Agha, had even taken service in the Ottoman army. Their head,
Ha;an Ma'an, had quitted his Abkhasian abode at Bambora, half way
bet veen Soukhoum and So'ouk-Soo, for the Turkish territory of Trebi-
2on 1, where he lived within call, but without grasp.
Discontent was general and leaders were not wanting ; yet just and
jud cious measures on the part of the Russians might have smoothed all
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down ; but their Nemesis and that of Abkhasia had decreed that such
measures should not be taken, — the exact reverse.
In the month of July, 1866, a commission headed by the civilian
Cheripoff had come from Tiflis to complete the survey and estimate of the
lands, those of the Shervashijis in particular. This commission had taken
up its head-quarters at So'ouk-Soo along with the local military Governor,
Ismailoff, and a body of Cossacks about two hundred strong. Some of
these last were stationed at the coast village of Gouda'outa, a few miles
distant. To So'ouk-Soo now flocked all the discontented chiefs, and of
course their followers ; for no Abkhasiau noble can stir a foot out of doors
without a "tail" of at least thirty, each with his long slender- stocked
gun, his goat-hair cloak, his pointed head-dress, and, for the rest, a knife
at his girdle, and more tears than cloth in his tight grey trousers and
large cartridge - breasted coat. Some mezzotints in Hughes' Albanian
Travels j old edition, two volumes quarto, where Suliotes, Albanians, and
the like are to be seen clambering over rocks, gun on shoulder, in the
evident intention of shooting somebody, give a tolerable idea of these
fellows, only they are more ragged than the heroes of the said mezzotints,
also less ferocious. The commission lodged in the houses about the
Meidan ; the Abkhasians — for it was summer-— camped on the Meidan
itself, filling it with guns and gutturals.
Much parleying took place. The Abkhasians were highly excited — why,
we have already seen ; the Russians, not yet aware with whom they had
to deal, were insolent and overbearing. The fire of contest was, una-
vowedly but certainly, fanned by many of the Abkhasian chiefs, not
unwilling to venture all where they saw that if they ventured nothing
they must lose all. Alexander Shervashiji was there in his own house on
the Meidan ; his nephew George had arrived from Tiflis : the Russian
decorations on his breast lay over a heart no less anti-Russian than his
uncle's and his father's — so at least said the Russians : perhaps it suited
them to incriminate the last influential representatives of the Shervashiji
family. There too were many of the Marshians : was Shereem Beg
amongst them ? Some said, some denied. " Se non e vero e ben
trovato," was the Russian conclusion. But more active than any, more
avowedly at the head of what now daily approached nearer to revolt, were
the two Ma'an brothers, Mustapha and Temshook — the former lately
returned from Turkey — both men of some talent and of much daring.
Meanwhile news of all this was brought to Colonel Cognard, the
Russian Governor- General of Abkhasia, and then resident at Soukhoum-
Kale. A violent, imperious man, full of contempt for all " natives," and
like many of foreign origin, more Russian than the Russians themselves,
he imagined that his presence at So'ouk-Soo would at once suffice to quell
the rising storm and awe the discontented into submission. Accordingly,
on the first week of August, he arrived on the scene, and lodged in the
great house of Alexander Shervashiji — whither, in consequence, the whole
attention of either party, Russian and Abkhazian, was now directed.
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Throughout the whole of this affair, it is curious to observe how the
Russians, men of no great sensibility themselves, ignored the sensibilities
of others, and seemed to think that whatever the injury, whatever
the: wrong, inflicted by a Russian Government, it ought to arouse in its
victims no other feeling than resignation at most. Here in Abkhasia
the hereditary ruler of the country had, after life-long services, in time of
profound tranquillity, with nothing proved or even distinctly charged
agdnst him, been suddenly dragged into exile and premature death ; his
family, those of all the Abkhasian nobility, had been deprived of their
rights, and threatened with the deprivation of their property ; ancestral
customs, law, religion, national existence, — for even Abkhasians lay claim
to ill these, — had been brought to the verge of Russian absorption into
not -being ; and the while Cognard with his friends could not imagine the
existence of any Abkhasian discontent that would not at once be appeased,
be c.hanged into enthusiastic, into Pan-slavistic loyalty, by the appearance
of ,hat " deits ex machind " a Russian Governor-General. Vid. Warsaw
Nemesis willed it otherwise. Cognard's demeanour was brutal, his
every word an insult. The nobles presented their griefs ; he refused to
recognize them as nobles. The peasants clamoured ; he informed them
that they were not Abkhasians but Russians. In vain Alexander Sherva-
shiji and the Marshians, sensible and moderate men the most, expostulated
and represented that the moment was not one for additional irritation ;
Cognard was deaf to expostulation and advice ; his fate was on him. It
did not delay. On the 8th of August a deputation composed of the prin-
cipal Abkhasian nobility laid before him a sort of Oriental ultimatum in the
form of an address ; the Russian Governor- General answered it by kicking
addiess and nobles out of doors. It was noon : a cry of vengeance and
slaughter arose from the armed multitude on the Meidan.
The assault began on the Cossacks stationed about the house ; they
were no less unprepared than their masters, and could offer but little
resistance. Already the first shots had been fired and blood had flowed
when Cognard sent out George Shervashiji to appease those who should by
right have been his subjects — whose rebellion was, in fact, for his own
father's sake. That he never returned is certain. By his own account,
which was confirmed on most hands, he did his best to quiet the insurgents,
but unsuccessfully. They forced him aside, said he, and detained him
at a distance while the outbreak went on. The Russians ascribed to him
direct participation in what followed ; the reasons for such imputation are
palpable, the fact itself improbable.
In a few minutes the Cossacks before the gate were overpowered and
slaughtered ; the Abkhasians burst into the house. Its owner, Alexander
Bhen ashiji, met them on the inner threshold, and implored them to respect
the s;,nctity of their chief's hearth. But that moment had gone by, and
the o'd man was laid hold of by his countrymen and led away — respectfully
indeel, but in a manner to preclude resistance — while the massacre
510 THE ABKHASIAN INSURRECTION.
begun without doors continued within. Whatever was Russian perished :
the luckless Commissioner from Tiflis first ; Cognard's aide-de-camp and
his immediate suite were cut down ; but the main search of the insurgents
was after Cognard himself. A Russian picture, largely copied and circu-
lated, represents him seated composedly in his chair, unblenched in feature,
unmoved in limb, confronting his assailants. Pity that so artistic a group
should have existed only in the artist's own imagination. The Colonel
had not, indeed, made good his retreat, but he had done his best thereto
by creeping up the large fireplace, of Abkhasian fashion, in the principal
room. Unfortunately for him his boots protruded downwards into the
open space ; and by these the insurgents seized him, dragged him out
to the mid apartment and there despatched him. His colleague, Ismailoff,
had a worse fate. Specially obnoxious to the inhabitants of So'ouk-Soo
for the impudence of his profligacy, he was first mutilated and then hewn
piecemeal, limb by limb. It is said that the dogs were already eating
morsels of his flesh before life had left his body. Such atrocities are not
uncommon in the East where female honour is concerned, rare else. At
So'ouk-Soo Ismailoff was the only instance.
All was now in the hands of the insurgents, who sacked and burnt the
houses of Russian tenants, killing all they found. Only twenty Cossacks
escaped, and these owed their lives to the humane exertions of the wife of
Alexander Shervashiji, who gave them refuge in her own apartments, and
kept them there safe till the massacre wtis over. A few Georgians and
Mingrelians, a Pole too, though wearing the Russian uniform, were also
spared. "You are not Russians, our quarrel is not with you," said the
Abkhasians, p.s they took the men's arms, and sent them off uninjured to
Soukhoum.
On the same afternoon the insurgents attacked the nearest Russian
post, that of the Cossacks stationed on coast-guard at Gouda'outa. Here,
too, the assailants were successful, the Russians were killed to a man, and
their abode was burnt. The Nemesis of Abkhasia had completed another
stage of her work.
" To Soukhoum " was now the cry ; and the whole mass of armed men,
now about three thousand in number, were in movement southwards along
the coast, through thickets and by-paths, to the Russian stronghold.
Next morning, from two to three hundred had already crossed the Gumista,
a broad mountain torrent north of Soukhoum, and were before, or rather
behind the town.
A small crescent of low one-storied houses, mostly wood, Soukhoum-
Kale lies at the bottom of a deep bay with a southerly aspect. At its
western extremity is the Old Fort, ascribed to the Genovese, but more pro-
bably of Turkish date, whence Soukhoum derives the adjunct of " Kela'at,"
or " Castle " (Kale is erroneous, but we will retain it for custom's sake),
a square building, with thick walls of rough masonry and a few flanking
bastions ; within is room for a mustered regiment or more. From the
town crescent some straight lines, indications of roads, run perpendicularly
THE ABKHASIAN INSUEEECTION. 511
b;ick across the plashy ground for about a quarter of a mile to tlio moun-
tains; along these lines are ranged other small wooden houses, mostly
tenanted by Russian officers. The garrison- camp, situated on the most
unhealthy site of this unhealthy marsh, lies east. Behind is a table-land,
wiereon in August last there still stood the barracks of a Russian outpost,
a hospital, a public vapour-bath, and a few houses. The coast strip is
low and swampy, a nest of more fevers than there are men to catch them ;
the mountains behind, thickly wooded and fern-clad between the trees, are
fairly healthy.
At the moment of the first Abkhasian onset, the 9th of August, three
II issian vessels — a transport, a corvette, and a schooner, all three belong-
ing to the long- shore fleet of Nicolaieff — were lying in the harbour. But
ths number of men in the camp was small, falling under a thousand, and
of these not above one-half were fit for duty.
Had the Abkhasians been able at once to bring their whole force to
bear on Soukhoum-Kale, town and fort would probably have alike fallen
in o their hands. At the first approach of the enemy, the Russian
garrison had abandoned the plateau and all the upper part of the town,
co aiming themselves to the defensive in the lines along the shore, where
they were in a measure covered by the fire of the ships, and in the Fort
itself. Meanwhile all the "mixed multitude" of Soukhoum — small
Greek and Armenian shop-keepers, Mingrelian and Georgian camp-
followers, a few Jews and the like — had fled for refuge, some into the
Fort, some on board the vessels in the harbour. But their best auxiliary
on this occasion was a violent rain-storm, which at this very moment burst
ovor the mountains, and in a few hours so swelled the Gumista torrent
th; t the main body of Abkhasians mustered behind it were for the wholo
of the ensuing day unable to cross over to the help of their comrades, the
ass ailants of Soukhoum.
These last had already occupied the plateau, burnt whatever was on
it, and, descending into the plain, plundered and set fire to the dwellings of
several Russian officers close below. They even advanced some way down
the central street, ostentatiously called the " Boulevard " in honour of
sor le little trees planted along it. But here they were checked by the
fire of the Russian vessels, and by the few troops whom their officers
coi Id persuade to remain without the fort in the lower part of the town.
Two days, two anxious days, matters remained on this footing. But
nevs had been despatched to Poti, and on the third morning arrived a
battalion from that place, just as the main body of the Abkhasians, headed
by the two sons of Hasan Ma' an, Mustapha and Temshook, crossed the
nov diminished Gumista and entered Soukhoum.
Fighting now began in good earnest. The numbers on either side
were pretty fairly matched, but the Abkhasians, though inferior in arms,
were superior in courage; and it required all the exertions of a Polish
cole nel and of two Greek officers to keep the Russian soldiers from even
the: i abandoning the open ground. However, next morning brought the
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Russians fresh reinforcements ; and being by this time fully double the
force of their ill-armed, undisciplined enemy, they ventured on becoming
assailants in their turn. By the end of the fifth day the insurgents had
dispersed amid the woods. The Russian loss at Soukhoum-Kale was
reckoned at sixty or seventy men, that of the Abkhasians at somewhat
less •; but as they earned their dead and wounded away with them, the
exact number has never been known. During the short period of their
armed presence at Soukhoum they had killed no one except in fair fight,
burnt or plundered no houses except Russian, committed no outrage,
injured no neutral. Only the Botanical Garden, a pretty copse of exotic
trees, the creation of Prince Woronzoff, and on this occasion the scene of
some hard fighting, was much wasted, and a Polish chapel was burnt.
Public* rumour ascribed both these acts of needless destruction, the first
probably, the latter certainly, to the Russian soldiery themselves.
The rest of the story is soon told. Accompanied by a large body of
troops, the Russian Governor- General of the "Western Caucasus went to
So'ouk-Soo. He met with no resistance. Cognard and his fellow- victims
were buried — we have seen their graves — and the house of Alexander
Shervashiji, that in which Cognard had perished, with the palace of the
Prince Michael, was gutted and burnt by a late act of Russian vindictive-
ness. The Nemesis of Abkhasia added these further trophies to her
triumph at So'ouk-Soo.
Thus it was in November last. A few more months have passed,
and that triumph is already complete. After entire submission, and
granted pardon, the remnant of kthe old Abkhasian nation — first their
chiefs and then the people — have at last, in time of full peace and quiet,
been driven from the mountains and coast where Greek, Roman, Persian,
and Turkish domination had left them unmolested for more than two
thousand years, to seek under the more tolerant rule of the Ottoman
Sultan a freedom which Russia often claims without her own limits, always
denies within them. The Meidan of So'ouk-Soo is now empty. Russians
and Abkhasians, Shervashijis and Cossacks, native and foreigner, have
alike disappeared, and nothing remains but the fast crumbling memorials
of a sad history of national folly rewarded by oppression, oppression by
violence, violence by desolation.
THE CURATE CROSS-EXAMINED.
THE
CORNHILL MAGAZINE.
NOVEMBER, 1867.
grmnleicjljs at
CHAPTER XX.
A MORNING OF PERPLEXITIES.
OLONEL BRAMLEIGH turned over
and over, without breaking the seal,
a letter which, bearing the post-
mark of Rome and in a well-known
hand, he knew came from Lady
Augusta.
That second marriage of his had
been a great mistake. None of the
social advantages he had calculated
on with such certainty had resulted
from it. His wife's distinguished
relatives had totally estranged them-
selves from her, as though she had
made an unbecoming and unworthy
alliance ; his own sons and daughters
had not concealed their animosity
to their new stepmother ; and, in
fact, the best compromise the
blunder admitted of was that they
should try to see as little as possible
of each other ; and as they could not obliterate the compact, they should,
as far as in them lay, endeavour to ignore it.
There are no more painful aids to a memory unwilling to be taxed than
a banker's half-yearly statement ; and in the long record which Christmas
had summoned, and which now lay open before Bramleigh's eyes, were
fri quent and weighty reminders of Lady Augusta's expensive ways.
VOL, xvi. — NO. 95. 25.
514 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
He had agreed to allow her a thousand Napoleons — about eight
hundred pounds — quarterly, which was, and which she owned was, a most
liberal and sufficient sum to live on alone, and in a city comparatively
cheap. He had, however, added, with a courtesy that the moment of
parting might have suggested, "Whenever your tastes or your comforts
are found to be hampered in any way by the limits I have set down, you
will do me the favour to draw directly on 'the House,' and I will take
care that your cheques shall be attended to."
The smile with which she thanked him was still in his memory.
Since the memorable morning in Berkeley Square when she accepted his
offer of marriage, he had seen nothing so fascinating — nor, let us add, so
fleeting — as this gleam of enchantment. Very few days had sufficed to
show him how much this meteor flash of loveliness had cost him ; and now,
as he sat conning over a long line of figures, he bethought him that the second
moment of witchery was very nearly as expensive as the first. When he
made her that courteous offer of extending the limits of her civil list he
had never contemplated how far she could have pushed his generosity, and
now, to his amazement, he discovered that in a few months she had already
drawn for seven thousand pounds, and had intimated to the House that the
first instalment of the purchase -money of a villa would probably be required
some time early in May ; the business-like character of this " advice "
being, however, sadly disparaged by her having totally forgotten to say
anything as to the. amount of the impending demand.
It was in a very unlucky moment — was there ever a lucky one ? —
when these heavy demands presented themselves. Colonel Bramleigh had
latterly taken to what he thought, or at least meant to be, retrenchment.
He was determined, as he said himself, to " take the bull by the horns :" but
the men who perform this feat usually select a very small bull. He had
nibbled, as it were, at the hem of the budget ; he had cut down " the boys' "
allowances. " What could Temple want with five hundred a year ? Her
Majesty gave him four, and her Majesty certainly never intended to take
his services without fitting remuneration. As to Jack having three
hundred, it was downright absurdity; it was extravagancies like these
destroyed the Navy; besides, Jack had got his promotion, and his pay
ought to be something handsome." With regard to Augustus, he only
went so far as certain remonstrances about horse-keep and some hints
about the iniquities of a German valet who, it was rumoured, had actually
bought a house in Duke Street, St. James's, out of his peculations in the
family.
The girls were not extravagantly provided for, but for example sake
he reduced their allowances by one third. Ireland was not a country for
embroidered silks or Genoa velvet. It would be an admirable lesson to
others if they were to see the young ladies of the great house dressed
simply and unpretentiously. " These things could only be done by people
of station. Such examples must proceed from those whose motives could
not be questioned." He dismissed the head-gardener, and he was
THE BKAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 515
actually contemplating the discharge of the French cook, though he well
foresaw the storm of opposition so strong a measure was sure to evoke.
When he came to sum up his reforms he was shocked to find that the
total only reached a little over twelve hundred pounds, and this in a
Household of many thousands.
Was not Castello, too, a mistake ? Was not all this princely style of
iving, in a county without a neighbourhood, totally unvisited by strangers,
:», capital blunder ? He had often heard of the cheapness of life in Ireland ;
and what a myth it was ! He might have lived in Norfolk for what he
\vas spending in Downshire, and though he meant to do great things for
• he country, a doubt was beginning to steal over him as to how they were
r,o be done. He had often insisted that absenteeism was the bane of
Ireland, and yet for the life of him he could not see how his residence
• here was to prove a blessing.
Lady Augusta, with her separate establishment, was spending above
three thousand a year. Poor man, he was grumbling to himself over this,
nvnen that precious document from the bank arrived with the astounding
news of her immense extravagance. He laid her letter down again : he
had not temper to read it. It was so sure to be one of those frivolous
little levities which jar so painfully on serious feelings. He knew so well
the half jestful excuses she would make for her wastefulness, the
coquettish prettinesses she would deploy in describing her daily life of
mock simplicity, and utter recklessness as to cost, that he muttered " Not
KOW" to himself as he pushed the letter away. As he did so he dis-
( overed a letter in the hand of Mr. Sedley, his law agent. He had himself
written a short note to that gentleman, at Jack's request ; for Jack —
vho, like all sailors, believed in a First Lord and implicitly felt that no
jromotion ever came rightfully — wanted a special introduction to the
^reat men at Somerset House, a service which Sedley, who knew every one,
could easily render him. This note of Sedley's then doubtless referred to
tliat matter, and though Bramleigh did not feel any great or warm interest
ri the question, he broke the envelope to read it rather as a relief than
otherwise. It was at least a new topic, and it could not be a very
exciting one. The letter ran thus : —
'• MY DEAR SIR, " Tuesday, January 15.
" HICKLAY will speak to the First Lord at the earliest con-
V3nient moment, but as Captain Bramleigh has just got his promotion, he
dDes not see what can be done in addition. I do not suppose your son
M ould like a dockyard appointment, but a tolerably snug berth will soon
b 3 vacant at Malta, and as Captain B. will be in town to-morrow, I shall
•v\ ait upon him early, and learn his wishes in the matter. There is great
ti Ik to-day of changes in the Cabinet, and some rumour of a dissolution.
1 hese reports and disquieting news from France have brought the Funds
d )wn one-sixth. Burrows and Black have failed — the Calcutta house had
n ade some large tea speculation, it is said, without the knowledge of the
25—2
516 THE BBAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
partners here. 'At all events, the liabilities will exceed a million ; available
assets not a hundred thousand. I hope you will not suffer, or if so, to
only a trifling extent, as I know you lately declined the advances Black so
pressed upon you."
"He's right there," muttered Bramleigh. "I wouldn't touch those
indigo bonds. When old Grant began to back up the natives, I saw what
would become of the planters. All meddling with the labour market in
India is mere gambling, and whenever a man makes his coup he ought to
go off with his money. What's all this here," muttered he, "about
Talookdars and Ryots? He ought to know this question cannot
interest me."
" I met Kelson yesterday ; he was very close and guarded, but my
impression is that they are doing nothing in the affair of the * Pretender.'
I hinted jocularly something about having a few thousands by me if he
should happen to know of a good investment, and, in the same careless
way, he replied, ' I'll drop in some morning at the office, and have a talk
with you.' There was a significance in his manner that gave me to
believe he meant a ' transaction.' We shall see. I shall add a few lines
to this after I have seen Captain B. to-morrow. I must now hurry off to
Westminster."
Bramleigh turned over, and read the following : —
Wednesday, 16th.
- "On going to the ' Drummond ' this morning to breakfast, by appoint-
ment, with your son, I found him dressing, but talking with the occupant
of a room on the opposite side of the sitting-room, where breakfast was
laid for three. Captain B., who seemed in excellent health and spirits,
entered freely on the subject of the shore appointment, and when I
suggested caution in discussing it, told me there was no need of reserve,
that he could say what he pleased before his friend — * whom, by the way,'
said he, * I am anxious to make known to you. You are the very man to
give him first-rate advice, and if you cannot take up his case yourself, to
recommend him to some one of trust and character.' While we were
talking, the stranger entered — a young man, short, good-looking, and of
good address. ' I want to present you to Mr. Sedley,' said Captain B.,
' and I'll be shot if I don't forget your name.'
" « I half doubt if you ever knew it,' said the other, laughing; and,
turning to me, added, ' Our friendship is of short date. We met as
travellers, but I have seen enough of life to know that the instinct that
draws men towards each other is no bad guarantee for mutual liking.' He
said this with a slightly foreign accent, but fluently and easily.
" We now sat down to table, and though not being gifted with that
expansiveness that the stranger spoke of, I soon found myself listening
with pleasure to the conversation of a very shrewd and witty man, who
had seen a good deal of life. Perhaps I may have exhibited some trait of
the pleasure he afforded me — perhaps I may have expressed it in words ;
THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 517
at all events your son marked the effect produced upon me, and in a tone
of half jocular triumph, cried out, ' Eh, Sedley, you'll stand by him — won't
you ? I've told him if there was a man in England to carry him through
a stiff campaign you were the fellow.' I replied by some commonplace,
and rose soon after to proceed to Court. As the foreigner had also some
business at the Hall, I offered him a seat in my cab. As we went along,
he spoke freely of himself and his former life, and gave me his card, with
the name * Anatole Pracontal.' So that here I was for two hours in close
confab with the enemy, to whom I was actually presented by your own
son ! So overwhelming was this announcement that I really felt unable to
take any course, and doubted whether I ought not at once to have told
him who his fellow-traveller was. I decided at last for the more
cautious line, and asked him to come and see me at Fulham. We parted
excellent friends. Whether he will keep _his appointment or not I am
unable to guess. By a special good fortune — so I certainly must deem it
— Captain Bramleigh was telegraphed for to Portsmouth, and had to leave
town at once. So that any risks from that quarter are avoided. Whether
this strange meeting will turn out well or ill, whether it will be misinter-
preted by Kelson when he comes to hear it — for it would be hard to believe
it all accident — and induce him to treat us with distrust and suspicion, or
whether it may conduce to a speedy settlement of everything, is more than
I can yet say.
"I am so far favourably impressed by M. Pracontal's manner and
address that I think he ought not to be one difficult to deal with. What
may be his impression, however, when he learns with whom he has been
talking so freely, is still doubtful to me. He cannot, it is true, mistrust
your son, but he may feel grave doubts about me.
" I own I do not expect to see him to-morrow. Kelson will certainly
advise him against such a step, nor do I yet perceive what immediate
good would result from our meeting, J>eyond the assuring him — as I cer-
tainly should — that all that had occurred was pure chance, and that,
though perfectly familiar with his name and his pretensions, I had not the
vaguest suspicion of his identity till I read his card. It may be that out
of this strange blunder good may come. Let us hope it. I will write
uO-morrow.
" Truly yours,
"M. SEDLEY."
Colonel Bramleigh re-read every line of the letter carefully ; and as he
^aid it down with a sigh, said, "What a complication of troubles on my
j lands. At the very moment that I am making engagements to relieve
( .there, I may not have the means to meet my own difficulties. Sedley was
< uite wrong to make any advances to this man; they are sure to be misin-
1 erpreted. Kelson will think we are afraid, and raise his terms with us
«' ccordingly." Again his eyes fell upon Lady Augusta's letter; but he
had no temper now to encounter all the light gossip and frivolity it was
618 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
sure to contain. He placed it in his pocket, and set out to take a walk.
He wanted to think, but he also wanted the spring and energy which come
of brisk exercise. He felt his mind would work more freely when he was
in motion ; and in the open air, too, he should escape from the terrible
oppression of being continually confronted by himself, — which he felt he
was in the solitude of his study.
" If M. Pracontal measure us by the standard of Master Jack,"
muttered he, bitterly, " he will opine that the conflict ought not to be a
tough one. What fools these sailors are when you take them off their own
element ; and what a little bit of a world is the quarter-deck of a frigate !
Providence has not blessed me with brilliant sons ; that is certain. It was
through Temple we have come to know Lord Culduff ; and I protest
I anticipate little of either profit or pleasure from the acquaintanceship.
As for Augustus, he is only so much shrewder than the others, that he is
more cautious ; his selfishness is immensely preservative." This was not,
it must be owned, a flattering estimate that he made of his sons ; but he
was a man to tell hard truths to himself; and to tell them roughly and
roundly too, like one who, when he had to meet a difficulty in life, would
rather confront it in its boldest shape.
So essentially realistic was the man's mind that, till he had actually
under Jus eyes these few lines describing Pracontal' s look and manner, he
had never been able to convince himself that this pretender was an actual
bondtjlde creature. Up to this, the claim had been a vague menace, and
no more ; a tradition that ended in a threat ! There was the whole of it !
Kelson had written to Sedley, and Sedley to Kelson. ^Jaere had been a
half -amicable contest, a sort of round with the gloves, in which these two
crafty men appeared rather like great moralists than cunning lawyers. Had
they been peace-makers by Act of Parliament, they could not have urged
more strenuously the advantages of amity and kindliness ; how severely
they censured the contentious spirits which drove men into litigation ! and
how beautifully they showed the Christian benefit of an arbitration " under
the court," the costs to be equitably divided !
Throughout the whole drama, however, M. Pracontal had never figured
as an active character of the piece ; and for all that Bramleigh could see,
the machinery might work to the end, and the catastrophe be announced,
not only without even producing him, but actually without his having ever
existed. If from time to time he might chance to read in the public
papers of a suspicious foreigner, a " Frenchman or Italian of fashionable
appearance," having done this, that, or t'other, he would ask himself at
once, "I wonder could that be my man? Is that the adventurer who
wants to replace me here?" As time, however, rolled on, and nothing
came of this claim more palpable than a dropping letter from Sedley, to say
he had submitted such a point to counsel, or he thought that the enemy
seemed disposed to come to terms, Bramleigh actually began to regard
the whole subject as a man might tlje danger of a storm, which, breaking
afar off; might probably waste all its fury before it reached him.
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 519
Now, however, these feelings of vague, undefined doubt were to give
way to a very palpable terror. His own son had seen Pracontal, and sat
at table with him. Pracontal was a good-looking, well-mannered fellow,
with, doubtless, all the readiness and the aplomb of a clever foreigner ;
not a creature of mean appearance and poverty- struck aspect, whose very
person would disparage his pretensions, but a man with the bearing of the
world and the habits of society.
So sudden and so complete was this revulsion, and so positively did it
lepict before him an actual conflict, that he could only think of how. to
leal with Pracontal personally, by what steps it might be safest to approach
aim, and how to treat a man whose changeful fortunes must doubtless
have made him expert in difficulties, and at the same time a not Unlikely
lupe to well-devised and well-applied flatteries.
To have invited him frankly to Castello, — to have assumed that it was
i case in which a generous spirit might deal far more successfully than all
the cavils and cranks of the law, was Bramleigh's first thought ; but to do
this with effect, he must confide the whole story of the peril to some at
'east of the family : and this, for many reasons, he could not stoop to.
Bramleigh certainly attached no actual weight to this man's claim, — he did
lot in his heart believe that there was any foundation for his pretension ;
jut Sedley had told him that there was case enough to go to a jury, — and a
;ury meant exposure, publicity, comment, and very unpleasant comment
ooo, when party hatred should contribute its venom to the discussion. If,
-,hen, he shrunk from imparting this story to his sons and daughters, how
long could he count on secrecy ? — only till next assizes perhaps. At the
: irst notice of trial the whole mischief would be out, and the matter be a
vorld-wide scandal. Sedley advised a compromise, but the time was very
nnpropitious for this. It was downright impossible to get money at
*he moment. Every one was bent on "" realizing," in presence of all the
crashes and bankruptcies around. None would lend on the best securities,
und men were selling out at ruinous loss to meet pressing engagements,
"j.^or the very first time in his life, Bramleigh felt what it was to want for
ready money. He had every imaginable kind of wealth. Houses and
lands, stocks, shares, ships, costly deposits and mortgages — everything in
^;hort but gold : and yet it was gold alone could meet the emergency. How
foolish it was of him to involve himself in Lord Culduff's difficulties at
Mich a crisis : had he not troubles enough of his own ! Would that
< ssenced and enamelled old dandy have stained his boots to have served
/ im ? That was a very unpleasant query, which would cross his mind, and
j lever obtain anything like a satisfactory reply. Would not his calculation
probably be that Bramleigh was amply recompensed for all he could do,
1 y the honour of being thought the friend of a noble lord, so highly placed,
{ nd so much thought of in the world ?
As for Lady Augusta's extravagance, it was simply insufferable. He
1 ad been most liberal to her because he would not permit that whatever
Might be the nature of the differences that separated them, money in any
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shape should enter. There must be nothing sordid or mean in the tone of
any discussion between them. She might prefer Italy to Ireland ; sun-
shine to rain ; a society of idle, leisure -loving, indolent, soft- voiced men,
to association with sterner, severer, and more energetic natures. She
might affect to think climate all essential to her ; and the society of her
sister a positive necessity. All these he might submit to, but he was
neither prepared to be ruined by her wastefulness, or maintain a contro-
versy as to the sum she should spend. "If we come to figures, it must
be a fight," muttered he, " and an igndble fight too ; and it is to that we
are now approaching."
" I think I can guess what is before me here," said he with a grim
smile, as he tore open the letter and prepared to read it. Now, though on
this occasion his guess was not exactly correct, nor did the epistle contain
the graceful little nothings by which her ladyship was wont to chronicle
her daily life, we forbear to give it in extenso to our readers ; first of all,
because it opened with a very long and intricate explanation of motives
which was no explanation at all, and then proceeded by an equally prolix
narrative to announce a determination which was only to be final on
approval. In two words, Lady Augusta was desirous of changing her
religion ; but before becoming a Catholic, she wished to know if Colonel
Bramleigh would make a full and irrevocable settlement on her of her
present allowance, giving her entire power over its ultimate disposal, for
she hinted that the sum might be capitalized ; the recompence for such
splendid generosity being the.noble consciousness of a very grand action,
and his own liberty. To the latter she adverted with becoming delicacy,
slyly hinting that in the church to which he belonged there might
probably be no very strenuous objections made, should he desire to
contract new ties, and once more re-enter the bonds of matrimony.
The expression which burst aloud from Bramleigh as he finished the
letter, conveyed all that he felt on the subject.
" What outrageous effrontery ! The first part of this ' precious
document is written by a priest, and the second by an attorney. It begins
by informing me that I am a heretic, and politely asks me to add to that
distinction the honour of being a beggar. What a woman ! I have done,
I suppose, a great many foolish things in life, but I shall not cap them so
far, I promise you, Lady Augusta, by an endowment of the Catholic
Church. No, my lady, you shall give the new faith you are about to
adopt the most signal proof of your sincerity, by renouncing all worldliness
at the threshold ; and as the nuns cut off their silken tresses, you shall rid
yourself of that wealth which we are told is such a barrier against heaven.
Far be it from me," said he with a sardonic bitterness, " who have done
so little for your happiness here, to peril your happiness hereafter."
" I will answer this at once," said he. " It shall not remain one post
without its reply."
He arose to return to the house ; but in his pre-occupation he con-
tinued to walk till he reached the brow of the cliff from which the roof of
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the curate's cottage was seen, about a mile off. The peaceful stillness of
the scene, where not a leaf moved, and where the sea washed lazily along
the low strand with a sweeping motion that gave no sound, calmed and
soothed him. Was it not to taste the sweet sense of repose that he had
quitted the busy life of cities and come to this lone sequestered spot ? Was
not this very moment, as he now felt it, the realization of a long- cherished
desire ? Had the world anything better in all its prizes, he asked himself,
than the peaceful enjoyment of an unchequered existence ? Shall I not
try to carry out what once I had planned to myself, and live my life as I
intended ?
He sat down on the brow of the crag and looked out over the sea. A
gentle, but not unpleasant sadness was creeping over him. It was one of those
moments — every man has had them — in which the vanity of life and the
frivolity of all its ambitions present themselves to the mind far more forcibly
than ever they appear when urged from the pulpit. There is no pathos,
no bad taste, no inflated description in the workings of reflectiveness. When
we come to compute with ourselves what we have gained by our worldly
successes, and to make a total of all our triumphs, we arrive at a truer
insight into the nothingness of what we are contending for than we ever
attain through the teaching of our professional moralists.
Colonel Bramleigh had made considerable progress along this peaceful
track since he sat down there. Could he only be sure to accept the truths
he had been repeating to himself without any wavering or uncertainty ;
could he have resolution enough to conform his life to these convictions, —
throw over all ambitions, and be satisfied with mere happiness, — was this
prize not within his reach ? Temple and Marion, perhaps, might resist ;
but he was certain the others would agree with him, — while he thus
pondered, he heard the low murmur of voices, apparently near him ; he
listened, and perceived that some persons were talking as they mounted the
zigzag path which led up from the bottom of the gorge, and which had to
cross and recross continually before it gained the summit. A thick hedge
of laurel and arbutus fenced the path on either side so completely as to shut
out all view of those who were walking along it, and who had to pass and
repass quite close to where Bramleigh was sitting.
To his intense astonishment it was in French they spoke ; and a certain
sense of terror came over him as to what this might portend. Were these
spies of the enemy, and was the mine about to be sprung beneath him ? One
was a female voice, a clear, distinct voice — which he thought he knew well,
and oh, what inexpressible relief to his anxiety was it when he recognized
it to be Julia L'Estrange's. She spoke volubly, almost flippantly, and, as it
seemed to Bramleigh, in a tone of half sarcastic raillery, against which her
companion appeared to protest, as he more than once repeated the word
"serieuse," in a tone almost reproachful.
"If I am to be serious, my lord," said she, in a more collected tone,
" I had better get back to English. Let me tell you then, in a language
which admits of little misconception, that I have forborne to treat your
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lordship's proposal with gravity, partly out of respect for myself, partly out
of deference to you."
" Deference to me ? What do you mean ? what can you mean ? "
" I mean, my lord, that all the flattery of being the object of your
lordship's choice could not obliterate my sense of a disparity, just as great
between us in years as in condition. I was nineteen my last birthday,
Lord Culduff ; " and she said this with a pouting air of offended dignity.
" A peeress of nineteen would be a great success at a drawing-room,"
said he, with a tone of pompous deliberation.
" Pray, my lord, let us quit a theme we cannot agree upon. With all
your lordship's delicacy, you have not been able to conceal the vast sacri-
fices it has cost you to make me your present proposal. I have no such
tact. I have not even the shadow of it ; and I could never hope to- hide
what it would cost me to become grande dame."
" A proposal of marriage ; an actual proposal," muttered Bramleigh, as
he arose to move away. " I heard it with my own ears ; and heard her
refuse it, besides."
An hour later, when he mounted the steps of the chief entrance, he
met Marion, who came towards him with an open letter. " This is from
poor Lord Culduff," said she ; '* he has been stopping these last three days
at the L'Estranges', and what between boredom and bad cookery he
couldn't hold out any longer. He begs he may be permitted to come back
here ; he says, ' Put me below the salt, if you like — anywhere, only let
it be beneath your roof, and within the circle of your fascinating society.'
Shall I say Come, papa ? "
" I suppose we must," muttered Bramleigh, sulkily, and passed on to
his room.
CHAPTEK XXI.
GrEORGE AND JULIA.
IT was after a hard day with the hounds that George L'Estrange reached
the cottage to a late dinner. The hunting had not been good. They had
found three times, but each ftme lost their fox after a short burst, and
though the morning broke favourably, with a low cloudy sky and all the
signs of a good scenting day, towards the afternoon a brisk north-easter
had sprung up, making the air sharp and piercing, and rendering the dogs
wild and uncertain. In fact, it was one of those days which occasionally
irritate men more than actual " blanks ; " there was a constant promise of
something, always ending in disappointment. The horses, too, were
fretful and impatient, as horses are wont to be with frequent checks, and
when excited by a cold and cutting wind.
Even Nora, perfection that she was of temper and training, had not
behaved well. She had taken her fences hotly and impatiently, and
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actually chested a stiff bank, which cost herself and her rider a heavy fall,
and a disgrace that the curate felt more acutely than the injury.
" You don't mean to say you fell, George ? " said Julia, with a look of
positive incredulity.
" Nora did, which comes pretty much to the same thing. We were
coming out of Gore's Wood, and I was leading. There's a high bank
with a drop into Longworth's lawn. It's a place I've taken scores of
times. One can't fly it ; you must " top," and Nora can do that sort of
thing to perfection ; and as I came on I had to swerve a little to avoid
some of the dogs that were climbing up the bank. Perhaps it was that
irritated her, but she rushed madly on, and came full chest against the
gripe, and 1 don't remember much more till I found myself actually
drenched with vinegar that old Catty Lalor was pouring over me, when I
got up again, addled and confused enough, but I'm all right now. Do
you know, Ju," said he, after a pause, " I was more annoyed by a
chance remark I heard as I was lying on the grass than by the whole
misadventure ?"
" What was it, George ? "
" It was old Curtis was riding by, and he cried out, ' Who's down ? '
and some one said, « L'Estrange.' ' By Jove,' said he, * I don't think
that fellow was ever on his knees before ; ' and this because I was a
parson."
" How unfeeling ; but how like him."
" Wasn't it ? After all, it comes of doing what is not exactly right.
I suppose it's not enough that I see nothing wrong in a day with tfce
hounds. I ought to think how others regard it ; whether it shocks them,
or exposes my cloth to sarcasm or censure ? Is it not dinner-hour ? "
" Of course it is, George. It's past eight."
" And where's our illustrious guest ; has he not appeared ? "
" Lord Culduff has gone. There came a note to him from Castello in
the afternoon, and about five o'clock the phaeton appeared at the door —
only with the servants — and his lordship took a most affectionate leave of
me, charging me with the very sweetest messages for you, and assurances
of eternal memory of the blissful hours he had passed here."
" Perhaps it's not the right thing to say, but I own to you I'm glad
he's gone."
" But why, George ; was he not amusing ? "
" Yes ; I suppose he was ; but he was so supremely arrogant, so
impressed with his own grandness and our littleness, so persistently eager
to show us that we were enjoying an honour in his presence, that nothing
in our lives could entitle us to, that I found my patience pushed very hard
to endure it."
"I liked him. I liked his vanity and conceit; and I wouldn't for
anything he had been less pretentious."
" I have none of your humoristic temperament, Julia, and I never
could derive amusement from the eccentricities or peculiarities of others."
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" And there's no fun like it, George. Once that you come to look on
life as a great drama, and all the men and women as players, it's the best
comedy ever one sat at."
" I'm glad he's gone for another reason, too. I suppose it's shabby
to say it, but it's true all the same : he was a very costly guest, and I
wasn't disposed, like Charles the Bold or that other famous fellow, to sell
a province to entertain an emperor."
" Had we a province to sell, George ? " said she, laughing.
" No ; but I had a horse, and unfortunately Nora must go to the
hammer now."
" Surely not for this week's extravagance ? " cried she, anxiously.
" Not exactly for this, but for everything. You know old Curtis' a
saying, ' It's always the last glasg of wine makes a man tipsy.' But here
comes the dinner, and let us turn to something pleasanter."
It was so jolly to be alone again, all restraint removed, all terror of
culinary mishaps withdrawn, and all the consciousness of little domestic
shortcomings obliterated, that L'Estrange's spirit rose at every moment,
and at last he burst out, " I declare to you, Julia, if that man hadn't gone,
I'd have died out of pure inanition. To see him day after day trying to
conform to our humble fare, turning over his meat on his plate, and
trying to divide with his fork the cutlet that he wouldn't condescend to
cut, and barely able to suppress the shudder our little light wine gave
him ; to witness all this, and to feel that I mustn't seem to know, while I
was fully aware of it, was a downright misery. I'd like to know what
brought him here."
" I fancy he couldn't tell you himself. He paid an interminable visit,
and we asked him to stop and dine with us. A wet night detained him,
and when his servant came over with his dressing-bag or portmanteau, you
said, or I said, — I forget which, — that he ought not to leave us without a
peep at our coast scenery."
"I remember all that ; but what I meant was, that his coming here
from Castello was no accident. He never left a French cook and Chateau
Lafitte for cold mutton and sour sherry without some reason for it."
" You forget, George, he was on his way to Lisconnor when he came
here. He was going to visit the mines."
" By the by, that reminds me of a letter I got this evening. I put it
in my pocket without reading. Isn't that Vickars' hand ?"
' ' Yes ; it is his reply, perhaps, to my letter. He is too correct and
too prudent to write to myself, and sends the answer to you."
" As our distinguished guest is not here to be shocked, Julia, let us
hear what Yickars says."
" * My dear Mr. L'Estrange, I have before me a letter from your sister,
expressing a wish that I should consent to the withdrawal of the sum of'
two thousand pounds, now vested in consols under my trusteeship, and
employ these monies in a certain enterprise which she designates as the
coal mines of Lisconnor. Before acceding to the grave responsibility
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which this change of investment would impose upon me, even supposing
that the ' Master,' — who is the Master, George ?"
" Go on ; read further," said he, curtly.
" * — that the Master would concur with such a procedure, I am desirous
of hearing what you yourself know of the speculation in question. Have
you seen and conversed with the engineers who have made the surveys ?
Have you heard from competent and unconcerned parties ? ' Oh,
George, it's so like the way he talks. I can't read on."
L'Estrange took the letter from her and glanced rapidly over the
lines, and then turning to the last page read aloud. " How will the
recommendation of the Ecclesiastical Commissioners affect you, touching
the union of Portshannon with Kilmullock ? Do they simply extinguish
you, or have you a claim for compensation ?"
"What does he mean, George ?" cried she, as she gazed at the pale
face and agitated expression of her brother as he laid down the letter
before her.
" It is just extinguishment; that's the word for it," muttered he.
"When they unite the parishes, they suppress me."
" Oh, George, don't say that ; it has not surely come to this ? "
" There's no help for it," said he, putting away his glass and leaning
Hs head on his hand. "I was often told they'd do something like this ;
and when Grirnsby was here to examine the books and make notes, — you
remember it was a wet Sunday, and nobody came but the clerk's mother, —
be said, as we left the church, * The congregation is orderly and attentive,
but not numerous.' ,"
" I told you, George, I detested that man. I said at the time he was
no friend to you."
" If he felt it his duty "
" Duty, indeed ! I never heard of a cruelty yet that hadn't the plea
of a duty. I'm sure Captain Craufurd comes to church, and Mrs. Bayley
comes, and as to the Great House, there's a family there of not less than
thirty persons."
" When Grinisby was here Castello was not occupied."
"Well, it is occupied now; and if Colonel Bramleigh be a person of
the influence he assumes to be, and if he cares, — as I take it he must
c ire, — not to live like a heathen, he'll prevent this cruel wrong. I'm
not sure that Nelly has much weight, but she would do anything in the
•florid for us, and I think Augustus, too, would befriend us."
" What can they all do ? It's a question for the Commissioners."
" So it may ; but I take it the Commissioners are human beings."
He turned again to the letter which lay open on the table, and read
aloud, " ' They want a chaplain, I see, at Albano, near Rome. Do you
kaow any one who could assist you to the appointment, always providing
that you would like it ? ' I should think I would like it."
" You were thinking of the glorious riding over the Carnpagna, George,
tl at you told me about long ago ?"
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"I hope not," said he, blushing deeply, and looking overwhelmed
with confusion.
"Well, I was, George. Albano reminded me at once of those long
moonlight canters you told me about, with the grand old city in the
distance. I almost fancy J have seen it all. Let us bethink us of the
great people we know, and who would aid us in the matter."
" The list begins and ends with the Jjprd CulduffI suspect."
" Not at all. It is the Bramleighs can be of use here. Lady Augusta
lives at Rome ; she must be, I'm sure, a person of influence there, and be
well known to, and know all the English of station. It's a downright
piece of good fortune for us she should be there. There now, be of good
heart, and don't look wretched. We'll drive over to Castello to-morrow."
" They've been very cool towards us of late."
"As much our fault as theirs, George ; some, certainly, was my own."
" Oh, Yickars has heard of her. He says here, ' Is the Lady Augusta
Bramleigh, who has a villa at Albano, any relative of your neighbour
Colonel Bramleigh ? She is very eccentric, sorne say mad : but she does
what she likes with every one. Try and procure a letter to her. ' '
" It's all as well as settled, George. We'll be cantering over that
swelling prairie before the spring ends," said she. Quietly rising and going
over to the piano, she began one of those little popular Italian ballads
which they call " Stornelli " — those light effusions of national life which
blend up love and flowers ancl sunshine together so pleasantly, and seem
to emblematize the people who sing them.
"Thither! oh, thither! George! as the girl sings in Goethe's ballad.
Won't it be delightful ? "
" First let us see if it be possible.''
And then they began one of those discussions of ways and means
which, however, as we grow old in life, are tinged with all the hard and
stern charapters of sordid self-interest, are, in our younger days, blended so
thoroughly with hope and trustfulness that they are amongst the most
attractive of all the themes we can turn to. There were so many things
to be done, and so little to do them with, that it was marvellous to hear
of the cunning and ingenious devices by which poverty was to be cheated
out of its meanness and actually imagine itself picturesque. George was
not a very imaginative creature, but it was strange to see to what flights he
rose as the sportive fancy of the high-spirited girl carried him away to the
region of the speculative and the hopeful.
"It's just as well, after all, perhaps," said he, after some moments of
thought, " that we had not invested your rnoney in the mine."
" Of course, George, we shall want it to buy vines and orange-trees.
Oh, I shall grow mad with impatience if I talk of this much longer ! Do
you know," said she, in a more collected and serious tone, " I have just
built a little villa on the lake-side of Albano ? And I'm doubting whether
I'll have my ' pergolato ' of vines next the water or facing the mountain.
I incline to the mountain."
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" )Ve mustn't dream of building," said he, gravely.
" We must dream of everything, George. It is in dreamland I am
going to live. Why is this gift of fancy bestowed upon us if not to conjure
up allies that will help us to fight the stern evils of life ? Without
imagination, Hope is a poor, weary, plodding, foot-traveller, painfully
lagging behind us. Give him but speculation, and he soars aloft on wings
and rises towards heaven."
" Do be reasonable, Julia ; and let us decide what steps we shall take."
" Let me just finish my boathouse : I'm putting an aviary on the top
of it. Well, don't look so pitifully ; I am not going mad. Now, then,
for the practical. We are to go over to Castello to-morrow early, I
suppose ?"
"Yes ; I should say in the morning, before Colonel Bramleigh goes
into his study. After that he dislikes being disturbed. I mean to speak
to him myself. You must address yourself to Marion."
" The forlorn hope always falls to my share," said she, poutingly.
;<Why, you were the best friends in the world till a few days back!
You men can understand nothing of these things. You neither know the
nice conditions nor the delicate reserves of young lady friendships ; nor have
YOU the slightest conception of how boundless we can be in admiration of
oach other* in the imagined consciousness of something very superior in
ourselves, and which makes all our love a very generous impulse. There
is so much coarseness in male friendships, that you understand none of
these subtle distinctions."
"I was going to say, thank Heaven, we don't."
"You are grateful for very little, George. I assure you there is a
£>reat charm in these fine affinities, and remember you men are not
necessarily always rivals. Your roads in life arq so numerous and so
varied, that you need not jostle. We women have but one path, and one
f;oal at the end of it ; and there is no small generosity in the kindliness
we extend to each other."
They talked away late into the night of the future. Once or twice the
thought flashed across Julia whether she ought not to tell of what had
passed between Lord Culduff and herself. She was not quite sure but
that George ought to hear it ; but then a sense of delicacy restrained her —
8 delicacy that extended to that old man who had made her the offer of
1 is hand, and who would not for worlds have it known that his offer had
been rejected. No, thought she, his secret shall be respected. As he
deemed me worthy to be his wife, he shall know that so far as regards
respect for his feelings he had not over-estimated me.
It was all essential, however, that her brother should not think of
enlisting Lord Culduff in his cause, or asking his lordship's aid or influence
in any way ; and when L'Estrange carelessly said, " Could not our distin-
guished friend and guest be of use here?" she hastened to reply, "Do
not think of that, George. These men are so victimized by appeals of
tliis sort that they either flatly refuse their assistance, or give some flippant
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promise of an aid they never think of according. It would actually fret
me, if I thought we were to owe anything to such intervention. In fact,"
said she, laughingly, "it's quite an honour to be his acquaintance. It
would be something very like a humiliation to have him for a friend. And
now good-night. You won't believe it, perhaps ; but it wants but a few
minutes to two o'clock."
" People, I believe, never go to bed in Italy," said he, yawning ; " or
only in the day-time. So that we are in training already, Julia."
" How I hope the match may come off," said she, as she gave him
her hand at parting. " I'll go and dream over it."
CHAPTER XXII.
IN THE LIBRARY AT CASTELLO.
WHEN L' Estrange and his sister arrived at Castello on the morning after
the scene of our last chapter, it was to discover that the family had gone
off early to visit the mine of Lisconnor, where they were to dine, and not
return till late in the evening.
Colonel Bramleigh alone remained behind : a number of important
letters which had come by that morning's post detained him ; but he had
pledged himself to follow the party, and join them at dinner, if he could
finish his correspondence in time.
George and Julia turned away from the door, and were slowly retracing
their road homeward, when a servant came running after them to say that
Colonel Bramleigh begged Mr. L'Estrange would come back for a moment ;
that he had something of consequence to say to him.
" I'll stroll about the shrubberies, George, till you join me," said
Julia. " Who knows it may not be a farewell look I may be taking of
these dear old scenes." George nodded, half mournfully, and followed
the servant towards the library.
In his ordinary and every- day look, no man ever seemed a more
perfect representative of worldly success and prosperity than Colonel
Bramleigh. He was personally what would be called handsome, had a
high bold forehead, and large grey eyes, well set and shaded by strong full
eyebrows, so regular in outline and so correctly defined as to give a half
suspicion that art had been called to the assistance of nature. He was
ruddy and fresh-looking, with an erect carriage, and that air of general
confidence that seemed to declare he knew himself to be a favourite of
fortune and gloried in the distinction.
" I can do scores of things others must not venture upon," was
a common saying of his. " I can trust to my luck," was almost a
maxim with him. And in reality, if the boast was somewhat vain-
glorious, it was not without foundation ; a marvellous, almost unerring,
success attended him through life. Enterprises that were menaced with
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ruin and bankruptcy would rally from the hour that he joined them, and
schemes of fortune that men deemed half desperate would, under his
guidance, grow into safe and profitable speculations. Others might equal
liim in intelligence, in skill, in ready resource and sudden expedient, but
jie had not one to rival him in luck. It is strange enough that the hard
business mind, the men of realism par excellence, can recognize such a
ihing as fortune ; but so it is, there are none so prone to believe in this
quality as the people- of finance. The spirit of the gambler is, in fact, the
spirit of commercial enterprise, and the " odds " are as carefully calculated
in the counting-house as in the betting-ring. Seen as he came into the
breakfast-room of a morning, with the fresh flush of exercise on his cheek,
or as he appeared in the drawing-room before dinner, with that air of ease
rnd enjoyment that marked all his courtesy, one would have said, " There
13 one certainly with whom the world goes well." There were caustic,
iavidious people, who hinted that Bramleigh deserved but little credit for
that happy equanimity and that buoyant spirit which sustained him ; they
said, "He has never had a reverse, wait till he be tried : " and the world had
waited and waited, and to all seeming the eventful hour had not come, for
there he was, a little balder perhaps, a stray grey hair in his whiskers,
and somewhat portlier in his presence, but, on the whole, pretty much
what men had known him to be for fifteen or twenty years back.
Upon none did the well-to-do, blooming, and prosperous rich man pro-
duce a more powerful impression than on the young curate, who, young,
vigorous, handsome as he was, could yet never sufficiently emerge from the
ros angusta3 domi to feel the ease and confidence that come of affluence.
What a shock was it then to L'Estrange, as he entered the library, to
soe the man whom he had ever beheld as the type of all that was happy
and healthful and prosperous, haggard and careworn, his hand tremulous,
aad his manner abrupt and uncertain, with a certain furtive dread at
moments, followed by outbursts of passionate defiance, as though he were
addressing himself to others besides him who was then before him.
Though on terms of cordial intimacy with the curate, and always
accustomed to call him by his name, he received him as he entered the
room with a cold and formal politeness, apologized for having taken the
liberty to send after and recall him, and ceremoniously requested him to
bo seated.
" We were sorry you and Miss L'Estrange could not join the picnic
to-day," said Bramleigh ; " though to be sure it is scarcely the season yet
for such diversions."
L'Estrange felt the awkwardness of saying that they had not been
icvited, and muttered something not very intelligible about the uncertainty
of the weather.
" I meant to have gone over myself," said Bramleigh, hurriedly ;
" but all these," and he swept his hand as he spoke through a mass of
lexers on the table, "all these have come since morning, and I am not
hulf through them yet. What's that the moralist says about calling no
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man happy till he dies ? I often think one cannot speculate upon a
pleasant day till after the post-hour."
" I know veiy little of either the pains or pleasures of the letter-bag.
I have almost no correspondence."
" How I envy you ! " cried he, fervently.
"I don't imagine that mine is a lot many would be found to envy,"
said L' Estrange, with a gentle smile.
"The old story, of course. ' Qui fit Maecenas, ut Nemo,' — I forget
my Horace, — * ut Nemo ; ' how does it go ? "
" Yes, sir. But I never said I was discontented with my lot in life.
I only remarked that I didn't think that others would envy it."
" I have it, — I have it," continued Branileigh, following out his own
train of thought ; " I have it. ' Ut Nemo, quam sibi sortem sit contentus.'
It's a matter of thirty odd years since I saw that passage, L'Estrange, and
I can't imagine what could have brought it so forcibly before me to-day."
11 Certainly it could not have been any application to yourself/' said
the curate, politely.
" How do you mean, sir ?" cried Bramleigh, almost fiercely, f How
do you mean ? "
"I mean, sir, thai few men have less cause for discontent with
fortune ?"
" JIow can you, — how can any man, presume to say tfrat of another ! "
said Bramleigh, in a loud and .defiant tone, as he arose and paced the
room. " Who can tell what passes in his neighbour's house, still less in
his heart or his head ? What <Jo I Ifnow, as I listen to your discourse on
a Sunday, of the terrible conflict of doubts that have beset you during the
week, — heresies tl^at haye swarmed around you Ijjte the vipers and hideous
reptiles that gathered arouad St. Anthony, and that, banished in one
shape, came pack in another ? HOW do I know wjiat compromises you
may have made with your conscience before you come to ut^er to me your
eternal truths ; and how you may have .said, ' If he can believe all this, so
much the better for him,' — eh ?"
He turned fiercely round, as if to demand an answer, and the curate
modestly said, " I hope it is not so that men preach the gospel."
" And yet many must preach in that fashion," said Bramleigh, with a
deep but subdued earnestness. " I take it that no man's convictions are
^yithput a flaw somewhere, and it is not by parading that flaw he will
make converts."
L'Estrange did not feel disposed to follow him into this thesis, and sat
silent and motionless.
" I suppose," muttered Bramleigh, as he folded his arms and walked
the room with slow steps, "it's all expediency, — all ! We do the best we
can, and hope it may be enough. You are a good man, L'Estrange
" Far from it, sir. I feel, and feel very bitterly too, my own un-
worthiness," said -the curate, with an intense sincerity of voice.
" I think you so far good that you are not worldly. You would not do
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a mean thing, an ignoble, a dishonest thing ; you wouldn t take what was
not your own, nor defraud another of what was his, — would you ? "
" Perhaps not ; I hope not."
" And yet that is saying a great deal. I may have my doubts whether
that penknife be mine or not. Some one may come to-morrow or next
day to claim it as his, and describe it, Heaven knows how rightly or
wrongly. No matter, he'll say he owns it. Would you, sir, — I ask you now
simply as a Christian man, I am not speaking to a casuist or a lawyer, —
would you, sir, at once, just as a measure of peace to your own conscience,
say, ' Let him take it, ' rather than burden your heart with a discussion
for which you had no temper nor taste ? That's the question I'd like to
ask you. Can you answer it ? I see you cannot," cried he, rapidly. "I
see at once how you want to go off into a thousand subtleties, and instead
of resolving my one doubt, surround me with a legion of others."
" If I know anything about myself I'm not much of a casuist ; I haven't
the brains for it," said L 'Estrange, with a sad smile.
." Ay, there it is. That's the humility of Satan's own making; that's
the humility that exclaims, ' I'm only honest. I'm no genius. Heaven
has not made me great or gifted. I'm simply a poos creature, right-
minded and pure-hearted.' As if there was anything, — as if there could
be anything so exalted as this same purity."
" But I never said that ; I never presumed to say BO," said the other,
modestly.
" And if you rail against riches, and tell me that wealth is a snare
and a pitfall, what do you mean by telling me that my reverse of fortune
is a chastisement ? Why, sir, by your own the.pry it ought to be a blessing,
a positive blessing ; so that if I were turned out of this princely house to-
morrow, branded as a pretender and an impostor, I should go forth better,
— not only better, but happier. Ay, that's the point ; happier than I ever
was as the lord of these broad acres ! " As he spoke he tore his cravat
from his throat, as though it were strangling him by its pressure, and now
walked the room, carrying the neckcloth in his hand, while the veins in
his throat stood out full and swollen like a tangled cordage.
L'E strange was so much frightened by the wild voice and wilder gesture
of the man, that he could not utter a word in reply.
Bramleigh now came over, and leaning his hand on the other's shoulder,
in a tone of land and gentle meaning, said, — •
"It is not your fault, my dear friend, that you are illogical and un-
reasonable. You are obliged to defend a thesis you do not understand, by
arguments you cannot measure. The armoury of the Church has not a
weapon that has not figured in the middle ages ; and what are you to do
with halberds and cross-bows in a time of rifles and revolvers ! If a man,
like myself, burdened with a heavy weight on his heart, had gone to his
confessor in olden times, he would probably have heard, if not words of
comfort, something to enlighten, to instruct, and to guide him. Now what
can you give me ? tell me that ? I want to hear by what subtleties the
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Church can reconcile me not to do what I ought to do, and yet not quarrel
with my own conscience. Can you help me to that ? "
L'Estrange shook his head in dissent.
' ' I suppose it is out of some such troubles as mine that men come to
change their religion." He paused ; and then bursting into a laugh, said,
— " You hear that the other bank deals more liberally — asks a smaller com-
mission, and gives you a handsomer interest — and you accordingly transfer
your account. I believe that's the whole of it."
" I will not say you have stated the case fairly," said L'Estrange ;
but so faintly as to show that he was far from eager to continue the dis-
cussion, and he arose to take his leave.
" You are going already ? and I have not spoken to you one word about
— what was it ? Can you remember what it was ? — something that related
personally to yourself."
<( Perhaps I can guess, sir. It was the mine at Lisconnor, probably ?
You were kind enough the other day to arrange my securing some shares
in the undertaking. Since that, however, I have heard a piece of news
which may affect my whole future career. There has been some report
made by the Commissioner about the parish."
" That's it, that's it. They're going to send you off, L'Estrange.
They're going to draft you to a cathedral, and make a prebendary of you.
You are to be on the staff of an archbishop : a sort of Christian unattached.
Do you like the prospect ? "
" Not at all, sir. To begin, I am a very poor man, and could ill bear
the cost of life this might entail."
" Your sister would probably be pleased with the change ; a gayer
place, more life, more movement."
" I suspect my sister reconciles herself to dulness even better than
myself."
" Girls do that occasionally ; patience is a female virtue."
There was a slight pause ; and now L'Estrange, drawing a long breath
as if preparing himself for a great effort, said, —
" It was to speak to you, sir, about that very matter, and to ask your
assistance, that I came up here this day."
" I wish I were a bishop, for your sake, my dear friend."
" I know well, sir, I can count upon your kind interest in me, and I
believe that an opportunity now offers "
" What is it ? where is it ? "
" At Home, sir ; or rather near Kome, a place called Albano. They
want a chaplain there."
" But you're not a Catholic priest, L'Estrange."
"No, sir. It is an English community that wants a parson."
" I see ; and you think this would suit you ? "
" There are some great attractions about it ; the country, the climate,
and the sort of life, all have a certain fascination for me, and Julia is most
eager about it."
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" The young lady lias ambition," muttered Bramleigh to himself.
11 But what can I do, L'Estrange ? I don't own a rood of land at Albano.
I haven't a villa — not even a fig-tree there. I could subscribe to the church
fund, if there be such a thing ; I could qualify for the franchise, and give
you a vote, if that would be of service."
' ' You could do better, sir. You could give me a letter to Lady
Augusta, whose influence, I believe, is all powerful."
For a moment Bramleigh stared at him fixedly, and then sinking
slowly into a chair, he leaned his head on his hand, and seemed lost in
thought. The name of Lady Augusta had brought up before him a long
train of events and possible consequences, which soon led him far away
from the parson and all his cares. From her debts, her extravagances, her
change of religion, and her suggestion of separation, he went back to his
marriage with her, and even to his first meeting. Strange chain of disasters
from beginning to end. A bad investment in every way. It paid nothing.
It led to nothing.
" I hope, sir," said L'Estrange, as he gazed at the strange expression
of preoccupation in the other's face — " I hope, sir, I have not been indiscreet
in my request ? "
" What was your request ? " asked Colonel Bramleigh bluntly, and with
a look of almost sternness.
" I had asked you, sir, for a letter to Lady Augusta," said the curate,
half offended at the manner of the last question.
" A letter to Lady Augusta ? " repeated Bramleigh, dwelling on each
word, as though by the effort he could recall to »his mind something that
had escaped him.
"I mean, sir, with reference to this appointment, — the chaplaincy,"
interposed L'Estrange, for he was offended at the hesitation, which he
thought implied reluctance or disinclination on Colonel Bramleigh's part,
and he hastened to show that it was not any claim he was preferring to
her ladyship's acquaintance, but simply his desire to obtain her interest fn
his behalf.
" Influence ! influence ! " repeated Bramleigh to himself. "I have no
doubt she has influence, such persons generally have. It is one of the
baits that catch them ! This little glimpse of power has 'a marvellous
attraction — and these churchmen know so well how to display all their
reductive arts before the eager eyes of the newly won convert. Yes, I am
sure you are right, sir ; Lady Augusta is one most likely to have influence,
— you shall have the letter you wish for. I do not say I will write it to-day,
for I have a heavy press of correspondence before me, but if you will come
up to-morrow, by luncheon time, or to dinner, — why not dine here ? "
" I think I'd rather come up early, sir."
" Well, then, early be it. I'll have the letter for you. I wish I could
remember something I know I had to say to you. What was it ? What
Mras it ? Nothing of much consequence, perhaps, but still I feel as if — eh,
— don't you feel so too ? "
534 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
" I have not the slightest clue, sir, to what you mean."
"It wasn't about the mine — no. I think you see your way there
clearly enough. It may be a good thing, or it may not. Cutbill is like
the rest of them, not a greater rogue perhaps, nor need he be. They are
such shrewd fellows, and as the money is your sister's, — trust money, too,
— I declare I'd be cautious."
L'Estrange mumbled some words of assent ; he saw that Bramleigh's
manner betokened exhaustion and weariness, and he was eager to be gone.
" Till to-morrow, then, sir," said he, moving to the door.
" You'll not dine with us ? I think you might though," muttered
Bramleigh, half to himself. " I'm sure CuldufF would make no show of
awkwardness, nor would your sister either, — wome,n never do. But do
just what you like ; my head is aching so, I believe I must lie down for
an hour or two. Do you pass Belton's ? "
" I could without any inconvenience ; do you want him ? "
" I fancy I'd do well to see him ; he said something of cupping me the
last day he was here, — would you mind telling him to give me a call ? "
" May I come up in the evening, sir, and see how you are ?"
"In the evening? this evening?" cried Bramleigh, in a harsh
discordant voice. "Why, good heavens, sir I have a little, a very little
discretion. You have been here since eleven ; I marked the clock. It
was not full five minutes after eleven, when you came in, — it's now past
one. Two mortal hours, — and you ask me if you may return this evening ;
and I reply, sir, distinctly — No ! Is that intelligible ? I say — No ! " As he
spoke he turned away, and the curate, covered with shame and confusion,
hastened out of the room, and down the stairs, and out into -the open air,
dreading lest he should meet any one, and actually terrified at the thought
of being seen. He plunged into the thickest of the shrubberies, and it was
with a sense of relief he heard from a child that his sister had gone home
some time before, and left word for him to follow her."
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE CURATE CROSS-EXAMINED.
WHEN the party returned from the picnic, it was to find Colonel Bram-
leigh very ill. Some sort of fit the doctor called it — not apoplexy nor
epilepsy, but something that seemed to combine features of both. It had,
he thought, been produced by a shock of some sort, and L'Estrange, who
had last been with him before his seizure, was summoned to impart the
condition in which he had found him, and whatever might serve to throw
light on the attack.
If -the curate was nervous and excited by the tidings that reached him
of the colonel's state, the examination to which he was submitted served
little to restore calm to his system. Question after question poured in.
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 535
Sometimes two or three would speak together, and all — except Ellen —
accosted him in a tone that seemed half to make him chargeable with the
wiiole calamity. When asked to tell of what they had been conversing,
and that he mentioned how Colonel Bramleigh had adverted to matters of
faith and belief, Marion, in a whisper loud enough to be overheard,
exclaimed, " I was sure of it. It was one of those priestly indiscretions ;
ht would come talking to papa about what he calls his Soul's health, and
in this way brought on the excitement."
" Did you not perceive, sir," asked she, fiercely, "that the topic was
too much for his nerves ? Did it not occur to you that the moment was
inopportune for a very exciting subject ? "
" Was his manner easy and natural when you saw him first ? " asked
Augustus.
" Had he been reading that debate on Servia ? " inquired Temple.
" Matter enough there, by Jove, to send the blood to a man's head,"
cried Culduff, warmly.
" I'm convinced it was all religious," chimed in Marion, who triumphed
nit rcilessly over the poor parson's confusion. "It is what they call 'in
sei son and out of season ;" and they are true to their device, for no men on
earth more heartily defy the dictates of tact or delicacy."
" Oh, Marion, what are you saying ? " whispered Nelly.
" It's no time for honied words, Ellen, in the presence of a heavy
calamity, but I'd like to ask Mr. L'Estfange why, when he saw the danger
of the theme they were discussing, he did not try to change the topic."
" So I did. I led him to talk of myself and my interests."
" An admirable antidote to excitement, certainly," muttered Culduff to
Temple, who seemed to relish the joke intensely.
" You say that my father had been reading his letters — did he appear
to have received any tidings to call for unusual anxiety ? " asked Augustus.
" I found him — as I thought — looking very ill, careworn almost, when
I entered. He had been writing, and seemed fatigued and exhausted.
His first remark to me wa's, I remember, a mistake." L'Estrange here
stopped suddenly. He did not desire to repeat the speech about being
invited to the picnic. It would have been an awkwardness on all sides.
" What do you call a mistake, sir ? " asked Marion, calmly.
" I mean he asked me something which a clearer memory would have
reminded him not to have inquired after."
il This grows interesting. Perhaps you will enlighten us a little
farther, and say what the blunder was."
•* Well, he asked me how it happened that Julia and myself were not
of t:ie picnic, forgetting of course that we — we had not heard of it." A
rdeep flush was now spread over his face and forehead, and he looked
overwhelmed with shame.
"I see it all; I see the whole thing," said Marion, triumphantly.
" It was out of the worldliness of the picnic sprung all the saintly con-
versation that ensued."
536 THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
" No ; the transition was more gradual," said L'E strange, smiling,
for he was at last amused at the asperity of this cross-examination.
" Nor was there what you call any saintly conversation at all. A few
remarks Colonel Bramleigh indeed made on the insufficiency of, not the
church, hut churchmen, to resolve doubts and difficulties."
" I heartily agree with him," broke in Lord Culduff, with a smile of
much intended significance. ,
" And is it possible ; are we to believe that all papa's attack was
brought on by a talk over a picnic ? " asked Marion.
* ' I think I told you that he received many letters by the post, and to
some of them he adverted as being veiy important and requiring imme-
diate attention. One that came from Kome appeared to cause him much
excitement."
Marion turned away her head with an impatient toss, as though she
certainly was not going to accept this explanation as sufficient.
" I shall want a few minutes with Mr. L'Estrange alone in the library,
if I may be permitted," said the doctor, who had now entered the room
after his visit to the sick man.
" I hope you may be more successful than we have been," whispered
Marion as she sailed out of "the room, followed by Lord Culduff; and after
a few words with Augustus, the doctor and L'Estrange retired to confer
in the library.
" Don't flurry me ; take me quietly, doctor," said the curate, with a
piteous smile. " They've given me such a burster over the deep ground
that I'm completely blown. Do you know," added he, seriously, " they've
cross-questioned me in a way that would imply that I am the cause of this
sudden seizure."
" No, no ; they couldn't mean that."
" There's no excuse then for the things Miss Bramleigh said to me."
" Remember what an anxious moment it is ; people don't measure
their expressions when they are frightened. When they left him in the
morning he was in his usual health and spirits, and they come back to
find him very ill — dangerously ill. That alone would serve to palliate
any unusual show of eagerness. Tell me now, was he looking perfectly
himself, was he in his ordinary spirits, when you met him ? "
" No ; I thought him depressed, and at times irritable."
"I see ; he was hasty and abrupt. He did not brook contradiction,
perhaps ? "
" I never went that far. If I dissented once or twice, I did so mildly
and even doubtingly."
" Which made him more exacting, and more intolerant, you would say ? "
"Possibly it did. I remember he rated me rather sharply for not -
being con-tented with a very humble condition in life, though I assured
him I felt no impatience at my lowly state and was quite satisfied to wait
till better should befall me. He called me a casuist for saying this,
and hinted that all churchmen had the leaven of the Jesuit in them ;
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but lie got out of this after a while, and promised to write a letter in
my behalf."
" And which he told me you would find sealed and addressed on this
table here. Here it is."
" How kind of him to remember me through all his suffering."
" He said something about it being the only reparation he could make
you, but his voice was not very clear or distinct, and I couldn't be sure
1 caught his words correctly."
" Reparation ! he owed me none."
" Well, well, it is possible I may have mistaken him. One thing is
plain enough : you cannot give me any clue to this seizure beyond the
guess that it may have been some tidings he received by post."
L'Estrange shook his head in silence, and after a moment said, " Is
the attack serious ? "
" Highly so."
" And is his life in danger ? "
" A few hours will decide that, but it may be days before we shall
loiow if his mind will recover. Craythorpe has been sent for from Dublin,
i nd we shall have his opinion this evening. I have no hesitation in
raying that mine is unfavourable."
" What a dreadful thing, and how fearfully sudden. I cannot conceive
how he could have bethought him of the letter for me at such a moment."
" He wrote it, he said, as you left him ; you had not quitted the house
v-hen he began. He said to me, ; I saw I was growing worse, I felt my
confusion was gaining on me, and a strange co-mixture of people and
events was occurring in my head ; so I swept all my letters and papers into
a drawer and locked it, wrote the few lines I had promised, and with my
almost last effort of consciousness rang the bell for my servant.' "
" But he was quite collected when he told you this ? "
" Yes, it was in one of those lucid intervals when the mind shines out
clear and brilliant ; but the effort cost him dearly : he has not rallied from
it since."
"Has he over-worked himself; is this the effect of an over-exerted
brain ? "
"I'd call it rather the result of some wounded sensibility; he appears
to have suffered same great reverse in ambition or in fortune. His tone,
so far as I can fathom it, implies intense depression. After all, we must
say he met much coldness here : the people did not visit him, there was
no courtesy, no kindliness, shown him ; and though he seemed indifferent
to it, who knows how he may have felt it."
" I do not suspect he gave any encouragement to intimacy ; he seemed
to me as if declining acquaintance with the neighbourhood."
" Ay ; but it was in resentment, I opine ; but you ought to know best.
You were constantly here ? "
" Yes, very frequently ; but I am not an observant person ; all the little
details which convey a whole narrative to others are utterly lost upon me."
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The doctor smiled. It was an expression that appeared to say he con-
curred in the curate's version of his own nature.
" It is these small gifts of combining, arranging, sifting, and testing,
that we doctors have to cultivate," said he, as he took his hat. " The
patient the most eager to be exact and truthful will, in spite of himself,
mislead and misguide us. There is a strange bend sinister in human
nature, against sincerity, that will indulge itself even at the cost of life
itself. You are the physician of the soul, sir ; but take my word for it,
you might get many a shrewd hint and many a useful suggestion from us,
the meaner workmen, who only deal with nerves and arteries."
As he wended his solitary road homewards, L'Estrange pondered
thoughtfully over the doctor's words. He had no need, he well knew, to
be reminded of his ignorance of mankind ; but here was a new view of it,
and it seemed immeasurable.
On the whole he was a sadder man than usual on that day. The world
around him, that narrow circle whose diameter was perhaps a dozen miles
or so, was very sombre in its colouring. He had left sickness and sorrow
in a house where he had hitherto only seen festivity and pleasure ; and
worse again as regarded himself, he had carried away none of those
kindlier sympathies and friendly feelings which were wont to greet him at
the great house. Were they really then changed to him ? and if so, why
so ? There is a moral chill in the sense of estrangement from those wo
have lived with on terms of friendship that, like the shudder that pre-
cedes ague, seems to threaten that worse will follow. Julia would see
where the mischief lay had she been in his place. Julia would have read
the mystery, if there were a mystery, from end to end ; but he, he felt it,
he had no powers of observation, no quickness, no tact ; he saw nothing
that lay beneath the surface, nor, indeed, much that was on the surface.
All that he knew was, that at the moment when his future was more
uncertain than ever, he found himself more isolated and friendless than
ever he remembered to have been. The only set-off against all this sense
of desertion was the letter which Colonel Bramleigh had written in his
behalf, and which he had remembered to write as he lay suffering on his
sick bed. He had told the doctor where to find it, and said it lay sealed and
directed. The address was there, but no seal. It was placed in an open
envelope, on which was written " Favoured by the Eev. G. L'Estrange."
Was the omission of the seal accident or intention ? Most probably inten-
tion, because he spoke of having sealed it. And yet that might have been a
mere phrase to imply that the letter was finished. Such letters were probably
in most cases either open, or only closed after being read by him who bore
them. Julia would know this. Julia would be able to clear up this point,
thought he, as he pondered and plodded homeward.
539
Regrets vi a
I HAVE often felt a sympathy, which almost rises to the pathetic, when
looking on at a cricket-field or a boat-race. Something of the emotion
with which Gray regarded the " distant spires and antique towers " rises
within me. It is not, indeed, that I feel very deeply for the fine in-
genuous lads who, as somebody says, are about to be degraded into
tricky, selfish Members of Parliament. I have seen too much of them.
They are very fine animals ; but they are rather too exclusively animal.
The soul is apt to be in such a very embryonic state within these cases of
well-strung bone and muscle. It is impossible for a mere athletic machine,
however finely constructed, to appeal very deeply to one's finer sentiments.
I can scarcely look forward with even an affectation of sorrow for the time
when, if more sophisticated, it will at least have made a nearer approach
to the dignity of an intellectual being. It is not the boys who make me
feel a touch of sadness ; their approaching elevation to the dignity of
manhood will raise them on the whole in the scale of humanity : it is the
older spectators, whose aspect has in it something affecting. The shaky
old gentleman, who played in the days when it was decidedly less
dangerous to stand up to bowling than to a cannon-ball, and who now
hobbles about on rheumatic joints by the help of a stick ; the corpulent
elder, who rowed when boats had gangways down their middle, and
did not require as delicate a balance as an acrobat's at the top of a living
pyramid — these are the persons whom I cannot see without an occasional
sigh. They are really conscious that they have lost something which they
can never regain ; or, if they momentarily forget it, it is even more forcibly
impressed upon the spectators. To see a respectable old gentleman of
sixty, weighing some fifteen stone, suddenly forget a third of his weight
and two-thirds of his years, and attempt to caper like a boy, is indeed a
startling phenomenon. To the thoughtless, it may be simply comic ;
but, without being a Jaques, one may contrive also to suck some melan-
choly out of it.
Now, as I never caught a cricket-ball, and, on the contrary, have
caught numerous crabs in my life, the sympathy which I feel for these
declining athletes is not due to any great personal interest in the matter.
But I have long anticipated that a similar day would come for me, when
I should no longer be able to pursue my favourite sport of mountaineering.
Some day I should find that the ascent of a zigzag was as bad as a
performance on the treadmill ; that I could not look over a precipice
without a swimming in the head ; and that I could no more jump a
crevasse than the Thames at Westminster. None of these things have
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come to pass. So far as I know, my physical powers are still equal to
the ascent of Mont Blanc or the Jungfrau. But I am no less effectually
debarred — it matters not how — from mountaineering. I wander at the
foot of the gigantic Alps, and look up longingly to the summits, which are
apparently so near, and yet know that they are divided from me by an
impassable gulf. In some missionary work I have read that certain South
Sea Islanders believed in a future paradise where the good should go on
eating for ever with insatiable appetites at an inexhaustible banquet.
They were to continue their eternal dinner in a house with open wicker-
work sides ; and it was to be the punishment of the damned to crawl
outside in perpetual hunger and look in through the chinks as little boys
look in through the windows of a London cookshop. With similar feel-
ings, I lately watched through a telescope the small black dots, which
were really men, creeping up the high flanks of Mont Blanc or Monte
Kosa. The eternal snows represented for me the Elysian fields, into
which entrance was sternly forbidden, and I lingered about the spot with
a mixture of pleasure and pain in the envious contemplation of my more
fortunate companions.
I know there are those who will receive these assertions with civil in-
credulity. Some persons hold that every pleasure with which they cannot
sympathize is necessarily affectation, and especially that Alpine travellers
risk their lives merely from fashion or desire of notoriety. Others are
kind enough to admit that there is something genuine in the passion ; but
put it on a level with the passion for climbing greased poles. They
think it derogatory to the due dignity of Mont Blanc that he should be
used as a greased pole, and assure us that the true pleasures of the Alps
are those which are within reach of the old and the invalids, who can only
creep about villages and along high-roads. I cannot well argue with such
detractors from what I consider a noble sport. As for the first class, it is
reduced almost to a question of veracity. I say that I enjoy being on the
top of a mountain, or, indeed, half-way up a mountain ; that climbing is a
pleasure to me, and would be so if no one else climbed and no one ever
heard of my climbing. They reply that they don't believe it. No more
argument is possible than if I were to say that I liked eating olives, and
some one asserted that I really eat them only out of affectation. My
reply would be simply to go on eating olives ; and I hope the reply of
mountaineers will be to go on climbing Alps. The other assault is more
intelligible. Our critics admit that we have a pleasure ; but assert that
it is a puerile pleasure — that it leads to an irreverent view of mountain
beauty, and to oversight of that which should really most impress a
refined and noble mind. To this I shall only make such an indirect
reply as may result from a frank confession of my own regrets at giving
up the climbing business — perhaps for ever. I am sinking, so to speak,
from the butterfly to the caterpillar stage, and, if the creeping thing is
really the highest of the two, it will appear that there is something in" the
substance of my lamentations unworthy of an intellectual being. Let me
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try. By way of preface, however, I admit that mountaineering, in my
sense of the word, is a sport. It is a sport which, like fishing or shooting,
brings one into contact with the sublimest aspects of nature, and, without
setting their enjoyment before one as an ultimate end or aim, helps one
indirectly to absorb and be penetrated by their influence. Still it is
strictly a sport — as strictly as cricket, or rowing, or knurr and spell — and
I have no wish to place it on a different footing. The game is won when
a mountain-top is reached in spite of difficulties ; it is lost when one is
forced to retreat ; and whether won or lost, it calls into play a great
variety of physical and intellectual energies, and gives the pleasure which
always accompanies an energetic use of our faculties. Still it suffers in
some degree from the fact that it is a sport, and especially from the tinge
which has consequently been communicated to the narratives. There are
two ways which have been appropriated to the description of all sporting
exploits. One is to indulge in fine writing about them, to burst out in
sentences which swell to paragraphs, and in paragraphs which spread over
pages, to plunge into ecstasies about infinite abysses and overpowering
splendours, to compare mountains to archangels lying down in eternal
winding-sheets of snow, and to convert them into allegories about man's
highest destinies and aspirations. This is good when it is well done.
Mr. Kuskin has covered the Matterhorn, for example, with a whole web of
poetical associations, in language which, to a severe taste, is perhaps a
trifle too fine, though he has done it with an eloquence which his bitterest
antagonists must freely acknowledge. Yet most humble writers will feel
that if they try to bend the Ruskinian bow they will pay the penalty of
becoming ridiculous. It is not every one who can with impunity compare
Alps to archangels. Tall talk is luckily an object of suspicion to English-
men, and consequently most writers, and especially those who frankly
adopt the sporting view of the mountains, adopt the opposite scheme :
they affect something like cynicism ; they mix descriptions of scenery with
allusions to fleas or to bitter beer ; they shrink with the prevailing dread
of Englishmen from the danger of overstepping the limits of the sublime
into its proverbial opposite ; and they humbly try to amuse us because
they can't strike us with awe. This, too, if I may venture to say so, is
good in its way and place ; and it seems rather hard to these luckless
writers when people assume that, because they make jokes on a mountain,
they are necessarily insensible to its awful sublimities. A sense of
humour is not incompatible with imaginative sensibility ; and even
Wordsworth might have been an equally powerful prophet of nature if he
could sometimes have descended from his stilts. In short, a man may
worship mountains, and yet have a quiet joke with them when he is
wandering all day in their tremendous solitudes.
Joking, however, is, it must be admitted, a dangerous habit. I freely
admit that, in some humble contributions to Alpine literature, I have
myself made some very poor and very unseasonable witticisms. I confess
my error, and only wish that I had no worse errors to confess. Still I
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think that the poor little jokes in which \ve mountaineers sometimes
indulge have been made liable to rather harsh constructions. We are
accused, in downright earnest, not merely of being flippant, but of an
arrogant contempt for all persons whose legs are not as strong as our own.
We are supposed seriously to wrap ourselves in our own conceit, and to
brag intolerably of our exploits. Now I will not say that no mountaineer
ever swaggers : the quality called by the vulgar " bounce " is unluckily
confined to no profession. Certainly I have seen a man intolerably vain
because he could raise a hundredweight with his little finger ; and I daresay
that the " champion bill-poster," whose name is advertised on the walls
of this metropolis, thinks excellence in bill-posting the highest virtue of a
citizen. So some men may be silly enough to brag in all seriousness
about mountain exploits. However, most lads of twenty learn that it is
silly to give themselves airs about mere muscular eminence ; and espe-
cially is this true of Alpine exploits, first, because they require less
physical prowess than almost any other sport, and secondly, because a
good amateur still feels himself the hopeless inferior of half the Alpine
peasants whom he sees. You cannot be very conceited about a game in
which the first clodhopper you meet can give you ten minutes' start in an
hour. Still, a man writing in a humorous vein naturally adopts a certain
bumptious tone, just as our friend Punch ostentatiously declares himself
to be omniscient and infallible. Nobody takes him at his word, or sup-
poses that the editor of Punch is really the most conceited man in all
England. But we poor mountaineers are occasionally fixed with our own
careless talk by some outsider who is not in the secret. We know our-
selves to be a small sect, and to be often laughed at ; we reply by assuming
that we are the salt of the earth, and that our amusement is the first and
noblest of all amusements. Our only retort to the good-humoured ridicule
with which we are occasionally treated is to adopt an affected strut, and to
carry it off as if we were the finest fellows in the world. We make a
boast of our shame, and say, if you laugh, we must crow. But we don't
really mean anything : if we did, the only word which the English language
would afford wherewith to describe us would be the very unpleasant anti-
thesis to wise men, and certainly I hold that we have the average amount
of common sense. When, therefore, I see us taken to task for swaggering,
I think it a trifle hard that this merely playful affectation of superiority
should be made a serious fault. For the future I would promise to be
careful, if it were worth avoiding the misunderstanding of men who won't
take a joke. Meanwhile, I can only state that when Alpine travellers
indulge in a little swagger about their own performances and other people's
incapacity, they don't mean more than an infinitesimal fraction of what
they say, and that they know perfectly well that when history comes to
pronounce a final judgment upon the men of the time, it won't put moun-
tain-climbing on a level with patriotism, or even with excellence in the
fine arts.
The reproach of real bond fide arrogance is, so far as I know, very
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little true of Alpine travellers. With the exception of the necessary fringe
of exceedingly weak-minded persons to be found in every set of human
beings, so far as my experience has gone, whose heads are weaker than
their legs, I think the mountaineer is generally modest enough. Perhaps
he sometimes flaunts his ice-axes and ropes a little too much before the
public eye at Charnouni, as a yachtsman occasionally flourishes his nautical
costume at Cowes ; but the fault may be pardoned by those not inexorable
to human weaknesses. This opinion, I know, cuts at the root of the most
popular theory as to our ruling passion. If we do not climb the Alps to
gain notoriety, for what purpose can we possibly climb them ! That same
unlucky trick of joking is taken to indicate that we don't care much about
the scenery; for who, with a really susceptible soul could be facetious
under the cliffs of the Jungfrau or the ghastly precipices of the Matterhorn ?
Hence people who kindly excuse us from the blame of notoriety-hunting
generally accept the " greased-pole " theory. We are, it seems, over-
grown schoolboys, who, like other schoolboys, enjoy being in dirt, and
danger, and mischief, and have as much sensibility for natural beauty as
the mountain mules. And against this, as a more serious complaint, I
wish to make my feeble protest, in order that my lamentations on quitting
the profession may not seem unworthy of a thinking being.
Let me tiy to recall some of the impressions which mountaineering
has left with me, and see whether they throw any light upon the subject.
As I gaze at the huge cliffs where I may no longer wander, I find innu-
merable recollections arise — some of them dim, as though belonging to a
past existence; and some so brilliant that I can scarcely realize niy
exclusion from the scenes to which they belong. I am standing at the
foot of what, to my mind, is the most glorious of all Alpine wonders — the
hnge Obeiiand precipice, on the slopes of the Faulhorn or the Wengera
Alp. Innumerable tourists have done all that tourists can do to cocknify
(if that is the right derivative from cockney) the scenery, but, like the
Pyramids or a Gothic cathedral, it throws off the taint of vulgarity by its
imperishable majesty. Even on turf strewn with sandwich-papers and
empty bottles, even in the presence of hideous peasant- women singing
" stand-er auf " for five centimes, we cannot but feel the influence of the
scenery. When the sunlight is dying off the snows, or the full moon
lighting them up with ethereal tints, even sandwich-papers and singing
women may be forgotten. How does the memory of scrambles along
snow aretes, of plunges — luckily not too deep — into crevasses, of toils
through long snow-fields, towards a refuge that seemed to recede as we
advanced — where, to quote Tennyson, with due alteration, to the traveller
toiling in immeasurable snow —
Sown in a wrinkle of tbe monstrous hill,
The chalet sparkles like a grain of salt ; — •
how do such memories as these harmonize with the sense of superlative
sublimity ?
One element of mountain beauty is, we shall all admit, their vast size
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and steepness. That a mountain is very big, and is faced by perpendicular
walls of rock, is the first thing which strikes everybody, and is the whole
essence and outcome of a vast quantity of poetical description. Hence
the first condition towards a due appreciation of mountain scenery is that
these qualities should be impressed upon the imagination. The mere dry
statement that a mountain is so many feet in vertical height above the sea
and contains so many tons of granite, is nothing. Mont Blanc is about
three miles high. What of that ? Three miles is an hour's walk for a
lady — an eighteen-penny cab-fare — the distance from Hyde Park Corner
to the Bank — an express train could do it in three minutes, or a race-
horse in five. It is a measure which we have learnt to despise, looking
at it from a horizontal point of view, and accordingly most persons, on
seeing the Alps for the first time, guess them to be higher, as measured in
feet, than they really are. What, indeed, is the use of giving measures in
feet to any but the scientific mind ? Who cares whether the moon is
250,000 or 2,500,000 miles distant ? Mathematicians try to impress
upon us that the distance of the fixed stars is only expressible by a row of
figures which stretches across a page ; suppose it stretched across two or
across a dozen pages, should we be any the wiser, or have, in the least
degree, a clearer notion of the superlative distances ? We civilly say,
Dear me ! when the astronomer looks to us for the appropriate stare, but
we only say it with the mouth ; internally our remark is, you might as
well have multiplied by a few more millions whilst you were about it.
Even astronomers, though not a specially imaginative race, feel the
importance of figures, and try to give us some measure which the mind
can grasp a little more conveniently. They tell us about the cannon-ball
which might have been flying ever since the time of Adam, and not yet
have reached the heavenly body, or about the stars which may not yet
have become visible, though the light has been flying to us at a rate
inconceivable by the mind for an inconceivable number of years ; and
they succeed in producing a bewildering and giddy sensation, although
the numbers are too vast to admit of any accurate apprehension.
We feel a similar need in the case of mountains. Besides the bare
statement of figures, it is necessary to have some means for grasping the
meaning of the figures. The bare tens and thousands must be clothed
with some concrete images. The statement that a mountain is 15,000
feet high, is by itself little more impressive than that it is 3,000 ; we
want something more before we can mentally compare Mont Blanc and
Snowdon. Indeed, the same people who guess of a mountain's height at
a number of feet much exceeding the reality, show, when they are cross-
examined, that they fail to appreciate in any tolerable degree the real
meaning of the figures. An old lady, one day, about 11 A. M., proposed to
walk from the ^Eggischhorn to the Jungfrau Joch, and to return for luncheon,
— the distance being a good twelve hours' journey for trained mountaineers.
Every detail of which the huge mass is composed is certain to be under-
estimated. A gentleman the other day pointed out to me a grand ice-cliff
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at the end of a hanging glacier, which must have been at least 100 feet
high, and asked me whether that snow was three feet deep. Nothing is
more common than for tourists to mistake some huge pinnacle of rock,
as big as a church tower, for a traveller. The rocks of the Grand Mulets,
in one corner of which the chalet is hidden, are often identified with a
party ascending Mont Blanc ; and I have seen boulders as big as a house
pointed out confidently as chamois. People who make these blunders
must evidently see the mountains as mere toys, however many feet they
may give them at a random guess. Huge overhanging cliffs are to them
steps within the reach of human legs ; yawning crevasses are ditches to be
jumped ; and foaming waterfalls are like streams from penny squirts.
Every one knows the avalanches on the Jungfrau, and the curiously
disproportionate appearance of the little puffs of white smoke, which are
said to be the cause of the thunder ; but the disproportion ceases to an
eye that has learnt really to measure distance, and to know that these
smoke-puffs represent a cataract of crashing blocks of ice.
Now the first merit of mountaineering is that it enables one to have
what theologians would call an experimental faith in the size of moun-
tains ; to substitute a real living belief for a dead intellectual assent. It
enables me, first, to assign something like its real magnitude to a rock or
a snow-slope ; and, secondly, to measure that magnitude in terms of mus-
cular exertion instead of bare mathematical units. Suppose that we are
standing upon t'he Wengern Alp : between the Monch and the Eiger there
stretches a round white bank, with a curved outline, which we may
roughly compare to the back of one of Sir E. Landseer's lions. The
ordinary tourists — the old man, the woman, or the cripple, who are sup-
posed to appreciate the real beauties of Alpine scenery — may look at it
comfortably from their hotel. They may see its graceful curve, the long
straight lines that are ruled in delicate shading down its sides, and the
contrast of the blinding white snow with the dark blue sky above ; but
they will probably guess it to be a mere bank, a snowdrift, perhaps, which
has been piled by the last storm. If you pointed out to them one of the
great rocky teeth that project from its summit, and said that that was a
guide, they would probably remark that he looked very small, and would
fancy that he could jump over the bank with an effort. Now a moun-
taineer knows, to begin with, that it is a massive rocky rib, covered with
snow lying at a sharp angle, and varying perhaps from 500 to 1,000 feet
in height. So far he might be accompanied by men of less soaring ambi-
tion ; by an engineer who had been mapping the country, or an artist who
had been carefully observing the mountains from their bases. They might
learn in time to interpret correctly the real meaning of shapes at which
the uninitiated guess at random. But the mountaineer can go a step
further, and it is the next step which gives the real significance to those
delicate curves and lines. He can translate the 500 or 1,000 feet of
snow-slope into a more tangible unit of measurement. To him, perhaps,
they recall the memory of a toilsome ascent, the sun beating on his head
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for five or six hours, the snow returning the glare with still more parching
effect ; a stalwart guide toiling all the weary time cutting steps in hard
blue ice, the fragments going hissing and spinning down the long straight
grooves in the frozen snow till they lost themselves in the yawning chasm
below ; and step after step taken carefully along the slippery staircase till
at length he triumphantly stepped upon the summit of the tremendous
wall that no human foot had scaled before. The little black knobs that
rise above the edge represent for him huge impassable rocks, sinking on
one side in scarped slippery surfaces towards the snowfield, and on the
other stooping in one tremendous cliff to a distorted glacier thousands of
feet below. The faint blue line across the upper neve, scarcely distin-
guishable to the eye, represents to one observer nothing but a trifling
undulation ; a second, perhaps, knows that it means a crevasse ; the
mountaineer remembers that it is the top of a huge chasm, thirty feet
across, and perhaps ten times as deep, with perpendicular sides of glim-
mering blue ice, and fringed by thick rows of enormous pendent icicles.
The marks that are scored In delicate lines, such as might be ruled by a
diamond on glass, have been cut by innumerable streams trickling in hot
weather from the everlasting snow, or ploughed by succeeding avalanches
that have slipped from the huge upper snowfields above. In short, there
is no insignificant line or mark that has not its memory or its indication
of the strange phenomena of the upper world. True, the same picture is
painted upon the retina of all classes of observers ; and so Porson and a
schoolboy and a peasant might receive the same physical impression from
a set of black and white marks on the page of a Greek play : but to one
they would be an incoherent conglomeration of unmeaning and capricious
lines ; to another they would represent certain sounds more or less corre-
sponding to some English words ; whilst to the scholar they would reveal
some of the noblest poetry in the world, and all the associations of suc-
cessful intellectual labour. I do not say that the difference is quite so
great in the case of the mountains ; still I am certain that no one can
decipher the natural writing on the face of a snow- si ope or a precipice who
has not wandered amongst their recesses and learnt by slow experience
what is indicated by marks which an ignorant observer would scarcely
notice. True, even one who sees a mountain for the first time may know
that, as a matter of fact, a scar on the face of a cliff means, for example,
a recent fall of a rock ; but between the bare knowledge and the acquaint-
ance with all which that knowledge implies, — the thunder of the fall, the
crash of the smaller fragments, the bounding energy of the descending mass,
— there is almost as much difference as between hearing that a battle has
been fought and being present at it yourself. We have all read descrip-
tions of Waterloo till we are sick of the subject ; but I imagine that our
emotions on seeing the shattered well of Hougomont are very inferior to
those of one of the Guard who should revisit the place where he held out
for a long day against the assaults of the French army.
Now to an old mountaineer the Oberland cliffs are full of memories ;
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and, more than this, he has learnt the language spoken by every crag and
every wave of glacier. It is strange if they do not affect him rather more
powerfully than the casual visitor who has never been initiated by practical
experience into their difficulties. To him, the huge buttress which runs
down from the Mouch is something more than an irregular pyramid, purple
with white patches at the bottom and pure white at the top. He fills
up the bare outline supplied by the senses with a thousand lively images.
He sees tier above tier of rock, rising in a gradually ascending scale of
difficulty, covered at first by long lines of the debris that have been
splintered by frost from the higher wall, and afterwards rising bare and
black, and threatening. He knows instinctively which of the ledges has
a dangerous look — where such a bold mountaineer as John Lauener
might slip on the polished surface, or be in danger of an avalanche from
above. He sees the little sjhell-like swelling at the foot of the glacier
crawling down the steep slope above, and knows that it means an almost
inaccessible wall of ice, and the steep snowfields that rise towards the
summit are suggestive of something very different from the picture which
must have existed in the mind of a German student who once asked me
whether it was possible to make the ascent on a mule.
Hence, if mountains owe their influence upon the imagination in a great
degree to their size and steepness, and apparent inaccessibility — as no one
can doubt that they do, whatever may be the explanation of the fact that
people like to look at big, steep, inaccessible objects — the advantages of the
mountaineer are obvious. He can measure those qualities on a very
different scale from the ordinary traveller. He measures the size, not by
the vague abstract term of so many thousand feet, but by the hours
of labour, divided into minutes — each separately felt — of strenuous
muscular exertion. The steepness is not expressed in degrees, but by
the memory of the sensation produced when a snow-slope seems to be
rising up and smiting you in the face ; when, far away from all human
help, you are clinging like a fly to the slippery side of a mighty pinnacle
in mid-air. And as for the inaccessibility, no one can measure the diffi-
culty of getting up a thing, who has not wearied muscles and brain
in struggling against the opposing obstacles. Alpine travellers, it is said,
have removed the romance from the mountains by climbing them. What
they have really done is to prove that there exists a narrow line by whkh
a way may be found to the top of any given mountain ; but the clue leads
through innumerable inaccessibilities ; true, you can follow one path, but
to right and left are cliffs which no human foot will ever tread, and whose
terrors can only be realized when you are in their immediate neighbour-
hood. The cliffs of the Matterhorn do not bar the way to the top
effectually; but it is only by forcing a passage through them that you
can really appreciate their terrible significance.
Hence, I say, that the qualities which strike every sensitive observer
are impressed upon the mountaineer with tenfold force and intensity. If
he is as accessible to poetical influences as his neighbours, and I don't
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know why he should be less so, he has opened new avenues of access
between the scenery and his mind. He has learnt a language which is but
partially revealed to ordinary men. An artist is superior to an unlearned
picture-seer, not merely because he has greater natural sensibility, but
because he has improved it by methodical experience ; because his senses
have been sharpened by constant practice till he can catch finer shades of
colouring, and more delicate inflexions of line ; because, also, the lines and
colours have acquired new significance, and been associated with a thousand
thoughts with which the mass of mankind have never cared to connect
them. The mountaineer is improved by a similar process. But I know
some sceptical critics will ask, does not the way in which he is accustomed
to regard mountains rather deaden their poetical influence ? Doesn't he
come to look at them as mere instruments of sport, and overlook their
more spiritual teaching ? Does not all the excitement of personal adventure
and the noisy apparatus of guides, and ropes, and axes, and tobacco, and
the fun of climbing, rather dull his perceptions and incapacitate him from
perceiving —
The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills ?
Well, I have known some stupid and unpoetical mountaineers ; and
since I have been dismounted from my favourite hobby, I think I have
met some similar specimens amongst the humbler class of tourist. There
are persons, I fancy, who "do" the Alps; who look upon the Lake
of Lucerne as one more task ticked off from their memorandum book, and
count up the list of summits visible from the Gornergrat without being
penetrated with any keen sense of sublimity. And there are mountaineers
who are capable of making a pun on the top of Mont Blanc — and capable
of nothing more. Still I venture to deny that even punning is incompatible
with poetry, or that those who quote the pun can have no deeper feeling
in their bosoms which they are perhaps too shamefaced to quote.
The fact is that that which gives its inexpressible charm to moun-
taineering is the incessant series of exquisite natural scenes, which are for
the most part enjoyed by the mountaineer alone. This is, I am aware, a
round assertion ; but I will try to support it by a few of the visions which
are recalled to me by these Oberland cliffs, and which I have seen profoundly
enjoyed by men who perhaps never mentioned them again, and probably
in describing their adventures scrupulously avoided the danger of being
sentimental.
Thus every traveller has occasionally done a sunrise, and a more
lamentable proceeding than the ordinary view of a sunrise can hardly
be imagined. You are cold, miserable, breakfastless, have risen shivering
from a warm bed, and in your heart long only to creep into bed again. To
the mountaineer all this is changed. He is beginning a day full of the
anticipation of a pleasant excitement. He has, perhaps, been waiting
anxiously for fine weather to 'try conclusions with some huge giant not yet
scaled. He moves out with something of the feeling with which a soldier
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goes to the assault of a fortress, but without the same probability of coming
home in fragments ; the danger is trifling enough to be merely exhilaratory
and to give a pleasant tension to the nerves ; his muscles feel firm and
springy, and his stomach, no small advantage to the enjoyment of scenery,
is in excellent order. He looks at the sparkling stars with keen satisfac-
tion, prepared to enjoy a fine sunrise with all his faculties at their best, and
with the added pleasure of a good omen for his day's work. Then a huge
dark mass begins to mould itself slowly out of the darkness ; the sky begins
to form a background of deep purple, against which the outline becomes
gradually more definite ; and then the peaks catch the exquisite Alpine glow
lighting up in rapid succession like a vast illumination ; when at last the
steady ^sunlight settles upon them, and shows every rock and glacier, with-
out even a delicate film of mist to obscure them, he feels his heart bound,
and steps out gaily to the assault — just as the people on the Eigi are giving
thanks that the show is over and that they may go to bed. Still grander
is the sight when the mountaineer has already reached some lofty ridge,
and, as the sun rises, stands between the day and the night — the valley still
in deep sleep with the mists lying between the folds of the hills, and the
snowpeaks standing out clear and pale white just before the sun reaches
them, whilst a broad band of orange light runs all round the vast horizon.
The grandest of all such sights that live in my memory is that of a sunset
from the Aiguille de Goute. The snow at our feet was glowing with rich
light, and the shadows in our footsteps green. Beneath us was a vast
horizontal floor of thin level mists, spreading over the boundless landscape,
and tinged with every hue of sunset. Through its rents and gaps we
could see the lower mountains, the distant plains, and a fragment of the
Lake of Geneva lying in a more sober purple. Above us rose the solemn
mass of Mont Blanc in the richest glow of an Alpine sunset. The sense
of lonely sublimity was almost oppressive, and although half our party
was suffering from sickness, I believe even the guides were moved to a
sense of solemn beauty.
These grand scenic effects are occasionally seen by ordinary travellers,
though the ordinary traveller is for the most part out of temper at 3 A.M..
The mountaineer can enjoy them, both because his frame of mind is
properly toned to receive the natural beauty, and because he alone sees
them with their best accessories, amidst the silence of the eternal snow
und the vast panoramas visible from the loftier summits. And he has a
similar advantage in most of the great natural phenomena of the cloud
und the sunshine. No sight in the Alps is more impressive than to see
the huge rocks of a black precipice suddenly frowning out through the
chasms of a storm-cloud. It is grand as we see it from the safe verandahs
of the inn at Grindelwald, but far grander in the silence of the central
Alps amongst the savage wilderness of rock and snow. Again, I have
been climbing for two or three hours, with nothing in sight but the varying
v/reaths of mists that chased each other monotonously along the rocky
i ibs whose snow-covered backbone we were laboriously climbing. Suddenly
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there is a puff of wind, and looking round we find that we have in an
instant pierced the clouds, and emerged, as it were, on the surface of the
ocean of vapour. Beneath us stretches for hundreds of miles the level
fleecy floor, and ahove are standing out clear in the eternal sunshine every
mountain, from Mont Blanc to Monte Rosa and the Jungfrau. Or,
again, I look down from the edge of a torn rocky parapet into an appa-
rently fathomless abyss, where nothing but what an Alpine traveller
calls a " strange formless wreathing of vapour" indicates the storm- wind
that is raging below us. I might go on indefinitely recalling the
strangely impressive scenes that frequently startle the traveller in the waste
upper world ; but language — even if I had the eloquence of Mr. Buskin — •
is feeble indeed to convey even a glimmering of what is to be seen to those
who have not seen it for themselves, and to them it can be little more than
a peg upon which to hang their own recollections. These glories, in which
the mountain Spirit reveals himself to his true worshippers, are only to be
gained by the appropriate service of climbing, at some risk, though a very
trifling risk if he is approached with due form and ceremony, into the
furthest recesses of his shrines. And without seeing them, I maintain
that no man has really seen the Alps.
The difference between the exoteric and the esoteric school of moun-
taineers may be indicated by their different view of glaciers. At Grin-
delwald, for example, it is the fashion to go and "see the glaciers" —
heaven save the mark ! Ladies in costumes, heavy German professors,
Americans doing the Alps at a gallop, Cook's tourists, and other varieties
of a well-known genus, go off in shoals and see — what ? — a gigantic mass
of ice, strangely torn with a few of the exquisite blue crevasses, but defiled
and in dirt and ruins. A stream foul with mud oozes out from the base :
the whole concern seems to be melting fast away ; the summer sun
has evidently got the best of it in these lower regions, and nothing can
resist him but the great masses of decaying rock that strew the surface in
confused lumps. It is as much like the glacier of the upper regions as the
melting fragments of snow in a London street are like the surface of the
fresh snow that has just fallen in a country field. And by way of improving
its attractions, a perpetual picnic is going on, and the ingenious natives
have hewed a tunnel into the ice, for admission to which they charge
certain centimes. The unlucky glacier reminds me at his latter end of a
wretched whale stranded on a beach, dissolving into masses of blubber,
and hacked by remorseless fishermen, instead of plunging at his ease
in the deep blue water. Far above, where the glacier begins his
course, he is seen only by the true mountaineer. There are vast amphi-
theatres of pure snow, of which the glacier known to tourists is merely
the insignificant drainage, but whose very existence they do not generally
suspect. They are utterly ignorant that from the top of the ice-fall which
they visit you may walk for hours on the eternal ice. After a long climb
you come to the region where the glacier is truly at its noblest ; where the
surface is a spotless white ; where the crevasses are enormous rents sinking
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:,o profound depths, with walls of the purest blue ; where the glacier is
•;orn and shattered by the energetic forces which mould it, but has an
expression of superabundant power, like a full stream fretting against
its banks and plunging through the vast gorges that it has hewn for itself
:u the course of centuries. The bases of the mountains are immersed in a
•loluge of cockneyism — fortunately a shallow deluge — whilst their summits
:ise high into the bracing air, where everything is pure and poetical.
The difference which I have endeavoured to indicate is more or less
iraceable in a wider sense. The mountains are exquisitely beautiful,
indeed, from whatever points of view we contemplate them : and the
mountaineer would lose much if he never saw, the beauties of the lower
valleys, of pasturages deep in flowers, and dark pine-forests with the summits
t -hiiiing from far off between the stems. Only, as it seems to me, he has
the exclusive prerogative of thoroughly enjoying one — and that the most
characteristic, though by no means the only element of the scenery.
r.Jhere may be a very good dinner spread before twenty people ; but if,
nineteen of them were teetotallers, and the twentieth drank his wine like
t, man, he would be the only one to do it full justice ; the others might
praise the meat or the fruits, but he would alone enjoy the champagne :
E nd in the great feast which Nature spreads before us (a stock metaphor
vhich emboldens me to make the comparison) the high mountain scenery
gets the part of the champagne. Unluckily, too, the teetotallers are very
apt, in this case also, to sit in judgment upon their more adventurous
r eighbours. Especially are they pleased to carp at the views from high
summits. I have been constantly asked, with a covert sneer, Did it repay
3 ou ? — a question which involves the assumption that one wants to be
repaid, as though the labour were not itself part of the pleasure, and
vhich. implies a doubt that the view is really enjoyable. People are always
demonstrating that the lower views are the most beautiful ; and at the
sime time complaining that mountaineers frequently turn back without
looking at the view from the top, as though that would necessarily imply
t:iat they cared nothing for scenery. In opposition to which I must first
remark that, as a rule, every step of an ascent has a beauty of its own,
•which one is quietly absorbing even when one is not directly making it a
subject of contemplation, and that the view from the top is generally the
crowning glory of the whole.
It will be enough if I conclude with an attempt to illustrate this last
assertion ; and I will do it by still referring to the Oberland. Every
v sitor with a soul for the beautiful admires the noble form of the Wetter-
hern — the lofty snow- crowned pyramid rising in such light and yet massive
li les from its huge basement of perpendicular cliffs. The Wetterhorn has,
however, a further merit. To my mind — and I believe most connoisseurs
of mountain-tops agree with me — it is one of the most impressive summits
ii the Alps. It is not a sharp pinnacle like the Weisshorn, or a cupola
li ie Mont Blanc, or a grand rocky tooth like the Monte Rosa, but a long
a] id nearly horizontal knife-edge, which, as seen from either end, has of
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course the appearance of a sharp-pointed cone. It is when balanced upon
this ridge — sitting astride of the knife-edge on which one can hardly stand
without giddiness — that one fully appreciates an Alpine precipice. Mr.
Wills has admirably described the first ascent and the -impression it made
upon him in a paper which has become classical for succeeding adven-
turers. Behind the snow-slope sinks with perilous steepness towards the
wilderness of glacier and rock through which the ascent has lain. But in
front the ice sinks with even greater steepness for a few feet or yards.
Then it curves over and disappears, and the next thing that the eye
catches is the meadow-land of Grindelwald, some 9,000 feet below. I
have looked down many precipices, where the eye can trace the course of
every pebble that bounds down the awful slopes, and where I have
shuddered as some dislodged fragment showed the course which, in case
of accident, my own fragments would follow. A precipice is always, for
obvious reasons, far more terrible from above than from below. Tho
creeping, tingling sensation which passes through one's limbs — even when
one knows oneself to be in perfect safety — testifies to the thrilling influ-
ence of the sights. But I have never so realized the terrors of a terrific cliff
as when I could not see it. The awful gulf which intervened between me
and the green meadows struck the imagination by its invisibility. It was
like the view which may be seen from the ridge of a cathedral-roof, where
the eaves have for their immediate background the pavement of the streets
below ; only this cathedral was 9,000 feet high. Now, any one standing
at the foot of the Wetterhorn may admire their stupendous massiveness
and steepness ; but to feel their influence enter into the very marrow of
one's bones, it is necessary to stand at the summit, and to fancy the one
little slide down the short ice-slope, to be followed apparently by a bound
into clear ice and a fall down to the houses, from heights where the eagle
never ventures to soar.
This is one of the Alpine beauties, which, of course, it is 'beyond the
power of art to imitate, and which people are, therefore, apt to ignore.
But it is not the only one to be seen on the high summits. It is often
said that these views are not " beautiful " — apparently because they won't
go into a picture, or, to put it more fairly, because no picture can in the
faintest degree imitate them. But without quarrelling about words, I think
that even if " beautiful " be not the most correct epithet, they have a
marvellously stimulating effect upon the imagination. Let us look round
in imagination from this wonderful pinnacle in mid-air and note one or
two of the most striking elements of the scenery.
You are, in the first place, perched on a cliff, whose presence is the
more felt because it is unseen. Then you are in a region over which
eternal silence is brooding. Not a sound ever comes there except the
occasional fall of a splintered fragment of rock, or a layer of snow ; no
stream is heard trickling, and the sounds of animal life are left thousands
of feet below. The most that you can hear is some mysterious noise made
by the wind eddying round the gigantic rocks ; sometimes a strange flapping
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sound, as if an unearthly flag was shaking its invisible folds in the air.
The enormous tract of country over which your view extends — most of it
dim and almost dissolved into air by distance — intensifies the strange
influence of the silence. You feel the force of the line I have just quoted
from Wordsworth, —
The sleep that is among the lonely liills.
None of the travellers whom you can see crawling at your feet have the
least conception of what is meant by the silent solitudes of the High Alps.
To you, it is like a return to the stir of active life when, after hours of
wandering, you return to hear the tinkling of the cowbells below ; to
them the same sound is the ultimate limit of the habitable world.
Whilst your mind is properly toned by these influences, you become
conscious of another fact, to which the common variety of tourists is
necessarily insensible. You begin to find out for the first time what the
mountains really are. On one side, you look back upon the " urns of the
silent snow," upon the huge reservoirs from which the Oberland glaciers
descend. You see the vast stores from which the great rivers of Europe
are replenished, and the monstrous crawling masses that are carving the
mountains into shape, and the gigantic bulwarks that separate two great
quarters of the world. From below these wild regions are half invisible ;
they are masked by the outer line of mountains ; and it is not till you are
able to command them from some lofty point that you can appreciate the
grandeur of the huge barriers and the snow that is piled within their folds.
There is another half of the view equally striking. Looking towards the
north, the whole of Switzerland is couched at your feet ; the Jura and
the Black Forest lie on the far horizon. And then you know what is the
nature of a really mountainous country. From below everything is seen
in a kind of distorted perspective. The people of the valley naturally
think that the valley is everything — that the country resembles old-
fashioned maps, where a few sporadic lumps are distributed amongst
towns and plains. The true proportions reveal themselves as you ascend.
The valleys, you can now see, are nothing but narrow trenches scooped
out amidst a tossing waste of mountain, just "to carry off the drainage.
The great ridges run hither and thither, having it all their own way,
and wild and untameable regions of rock or open grass or forest, at
whose feet the valleys exist on sufferance. Creeping about amongst the
roots of the hills, you half miss the hills themselves ; you quite fail to
understand the massiveness of the mountain chains, and, therefore, the
wonderful energy of the forces that have heaved the surface of the world
into these distorted shapes. And it is to a half-conscious sense of the
powers that must have been at work that a great part of the influence of
mountain scenery is due. Geologists tell us that a theory of catastrophes
is unphilosophical ; but whatever may be the scientific truth, our minds
are impressed as though we were witnessing the results of some incredible
convulsion. At Stonehenge, we ask what human beings could have
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erected these strange grey monuments, and in the mountains we instinc-
tively ask what force can have carved out the Matterhorn and placed the
Wetterhom on its gigantic pedestal. Now, it is not till we reach some
commanding point that we realize the amazing extent of country over
which the solid ground has been shaking and heaving itself in irresistible
tumult.
Something, it is true, of this last effect may be seen from such moun-
tains as the Eigi or the Faulhom. There, too, one seems to be at the
centre of a vast sphere, the earth bending up in Alp-like form to meet the
sky, and the blue vault above stretching in an arch majestical by its
enormous extent. There you seem to see a sensible fraction of the world
at your feet. But the effect is far less striking when other mountains
obviously look down upon you, when, as it were, you are looking at the
waves of the great ocean of hills merely from the crest of one of the waves
themselves, and not from some lighthouse that rises far over their heads ;
for the Wetterhom, like the Eiger, Mo'nc'h, and Jungfrau, owes one great
beauty to the fact that it is on the edge of the lower country, and stands
between the real giants and the crowd of inferior, though stili enormous,
masses in attendance upon them. And, in the next place, your mind is
far better adapted to receive impressions of sublimity when you are alone,
in a silent region, with a black sky above and giant cliffs all round, with
a sense still in your mind, if not of actual danger, still of danger that
would become real with the slightest relaxation of caution, and with the
world divided from you by hours of snow and rock.
I will go no further, not because I have no more to say, but because
descriptions of scenery soon become wearisome, and because I have, I
hope, said enough to show that the mountaineer may boast of some intel-
lectual pleasures ; that he is not a mere scrambler, but that he looks for
poetical impressions, as well as for such small glory as his achievements
may gain in a very small circle. Something of what he gains fortunately
sticks by him : he does not quite forget the mountain language ; his eye
still recognizes the space and the height and the glory of the lofty moun-
tains. And yet there is some pain in wandering ghostlike among the
scenes of his earlier pleasures. For my part, I try in vain to hug myself
in a sense of comfort ; I turn over in bed when I hear the stamping of
heavily-nailed shoes along the passage of an inn about two A.M. I feel the
skin of my nose complacently when I see others returning with a glistening
tight aspect about that unluckily prominent feature, and know that in a
day or two they will be raw and blistered and burning. I think, in
a comfortable inn at night, of the miseries of those who are trying to
sleep in damp hay, or on hard boards of chalets, at once cold and stiffy
and haunted by innumerable fleas. I congratulate myself on having a
whole skin and unfractured bones, and on the small danger of ever
breaking them over an Alpine precipice. But yet I secretly know that
these consolations are feeble. It is little use to avoid early rising and
discomfort and even fleas, if he also loses the pleasures to which they
THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER. 555
were the sauce, — rather too plquante a sauce occasionally, it must be
admitted. The philosophy is all very well which recommends moderate
enjoyment, regular exercise, and a careful avoidance of risk and over-
excitement. That is, it is all very well so long as risk and excitement and
immoderate enjoyment are out of your power ; but it docs not stand the test
of looking on and seeing them just beyond your reach. In time, no
cloubt, a man may grow calm ; he may learn to enjoy the pleasures and
the exquisite beauties of the lower regions, — though they, too, are most
fully enjoyed when they have a contrast with beauties of a different and
pleasures of a keener excitement. When first debarred, at any rate, one
feels like a balloon full of gas, and fixed by immovable ropes to the
prosaic ground. It is pleasant to lie on one's back in a bed of rhodo-
lendrons, and look up to a mountain top peering at one from above a
jank of cloud ; but it is pleasantest when one has qualified oneself for
•epose by climbing the peak the day before and becoming familiar with its
errors and its beauties. In time, doubtless, one may get reconciled to
anything ; one may settle down to be a caterpillar, even after one has
."mown the pleasures of being a butterfly ; one may become philosophical,
;ind have one's clothes let out; and even in time, perhaps, though it is
jilmost too terrible to contemplate, be content with a mule or a carriage,
or that lowest depth to which human beings can sink, and for which the
] English language happily affords no name, a chaise a porteurs : and even
i n such degradation the memory of better times may be pleasant ; for I
doubt much whether it is truth the poet sings, —
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
< 'ertamly to a philosophical mind the sentiment is doubtful. For niy
j>ai't, the fate which has cut me off, if I may use the expression, in the
Lower of my youth, and doomed me to be a non-climbing animal in
future, is one which ought to exclude grumbling. I cannot indicate it
i tore plainly, for I might so make even the grumbling in which I have
i Iready indulged look like a sin. I can only say that there are some very
cclightful things in which it is possible to discover an infinitesimal drop of
litterness, and that the mountaineer who undertakes to cut himself off
f -om his favourite pastime, even for reasons which he will admit in his
v ildest moods to be more than amply sufficient, must expect at times to
f el certain pangs of regret, however quickly they may be smothered.
556
, mtir ^erolitts,
ON a cairn, clear night, when
All the stars
Shine, ami the immeasurable heavens
Break open to their highest,
the contemplation of the celestial vault raises in the least thoughtful mind
vague suggestions of infinity, eternity, and omnipotence. A knowledge of
the wonders which have been revealed by modern astronomical investiga-
tions, largely enhances these emotions. Looking into the starlit depths
of heaven, the astronomer knows that the objects presented to him shine
from distances so great, that not only are they inconceivable themselves,
but that the very unit by which he attempts to gauge them is incon-
ceivable. He knows that what he sees is not that which is, but that which
was, — years ago as respects the nearer parts of the heaven- scape, but long
ages ago, he doubts not, as respects faintly shining stars visible only by
momentary scintillations. He has good reasons, indeed, for surmising
that the diffused illumination, which, on the darkest night lights up the
background of the view", had been travelling towards the earth myriads of
ages before she had assumed her present state, or had been inhabited by
the races now subsisting upon her surface. So long, he believes, has
light, — which would eight times girdle the earth in a second, — been
occupied in journeying towards us from the depths into which he is gazing.
Thus the same view exhibits to him eternity of time and infinity of space.
He sees also omnipotence in the operation of those laws — the impress of
the Almighty mind — under whose action all that he sees is undergoing a
process of change, vast, resistless, unending, yet so solemn in its grand
progress that man knows no apter type for immutability.
To an observer impressed with these emotions, the contrast is startling
when there is a sudden exhibition of life and motion in the calm realms
of night. We cannot, however, look for any long interval of time towards
any quarter of the sky, without perceiving indications more or less distinct
of objects other than the fixed stars. Now on one side, now on another
we seem to catch momentary glimpses of moving light, disappearing too
rapidly to be detected. But before many minutes have elapsed we
receive less doubtful evidence. There sweeps silently and swiftly across
the starlit depths a palely gleaming light, which disappears after traversing
an arc of greater or less extent. We know not how it may be with others,
but to ourselves the impression conveyed by the apparition of a shooting-
star, is that no apter emblem can be conceived of the finite and the
SHOOTING-STARS, METEORS, AND AEROLITES. 557
feeble.* The suddenness with which these objects appear, their hasty
movements, and their short duration, alike conduce to render as marked
a? possible the contrast they present to the fixed stars. •
But though shooting- stars are short-lived, and apparently insignificant,
y-?t we shall presently see that the relations they present to other celestial
objects are not unimportant. We are brought by means' of them into
contact, so to speak, with external space. " Accustomed to know non-
t( lluric bodies solely by measurement, by calculation, and by the inferences
of our reason," writes Humboldt, "it is with a kind of astonishment
that we touch, weigh, and submit to chemical analysis, metallic and earthy
masses appertaining to the world without." The vulgar sense sees, in
shooting- stars, nothing but " dying sparks in the clear vault of heaven ; "
tLe reflecting mind will find much to arouse interest, and much that is
worthy of close study and investigation.
We proceed to present the results of observations — (i.) casual and
(ii.) particular — which have been made on shooting- stars, meteors, and
aerolites.
A careful observer directing his attention towards any quarter of the
sky on a clear night, will see on an average six shooting- stars per hour.
We may assume therefore that about fifteen appear above the horizon of
any place during each hour. More appear after than before midnight, the
most favourable time for observation being from one o'clock to three.
In tropical climates shooting- stars are seen oftener, and shine far more
brilliantly than in our northern climates. This peculiarity is due no doubt
to the superior purity and serenity of the air within and near the tropics,
not to any real superiority in the number of falling- stars. Sir Alexander
Burnes, speaking of the transparency of the dry atmosphere of Bokhara,
a place not farther south than Madrid, but raised 1,200 feet above the
sea-level, says — " The stars have uncommon lustre, and the Milky Way
shines gloriously in the firmament. There is also a never-ceasing display
of the most brilliant meteors, which dart like rockets in the sky ; ten or
twelve of them are sometimes seen in an hour, assuming every colour ;
fiery-red, blue, pale, and faint." In our climate about two-thirds of all
the shooting-stars seen are white ; next in frequency come yellow stars,
one yellow star being seen for about five white stars ; there are about
twice as many yellow as orange stars, and more than twice as many orange
as green or blue stars.
Meteors or fire-balls are far less common than shooting- stars. They
arc magnificent objects, their brilliancy often exceeding that of the full
moon. Some, even, have been so brilliant as to cast a shadow in full
daylight. They are generally followed by a brilliant luminous train,
* " The spinstress Werpeja," says a Lithuanian myth, " spins the thread of the
ne-vy-born child, and each thread ends in a star. When death approaches, the thread
breaks, and the star falls, quenching its light, to the earth." — Grimm : Deutsche
Mythologie.
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•which seems to be drawn out of the substance of the fire-ball itself.
Their motion is not commonly uniform, but (so to speak) impulsive ; they
often seem to follow a waved or contorted path ; their form changes
visibly, and in general they disappear with a loud explosion. Occasionally,
however, a meteor will be seen to separate without explosion into a number
of distinct globes, accompanying each other in parallel courses^ and each
followed by a train. " Sometimes," says Kaemtz, " a fire-ball is divided
into fragments, each of which forms a luminous globe, which then bursts
in its turn ; in others the mass, after having given vent to the interior
gases, closes in upon itself, and then swells out anew .to burst a second
time." Meteors which move impulsively, generally burst at each bound,
giving forth smoke and vapours, and shining afterwards with a new lustre.
In some instances the crash of the explosion is so great that ' ' houses
tremble, doors and windows open, and men imagine that there is an
earthquake."
Aerolites, or meteoric stones, are bodies which fall from the sky upon
the earth. They are less common than meteors, but that they are far
from being uncommon is shown by this, that in the British Museum alone
there are preserved several hundreds of these bodies. They vary greatly
in size and form ; some being no larger than a man's fist, while others
weigh many hundreds of pounds. Marshal Bazaine has lately brought
from Mexico a meteorite weighing more than three-quarters of a ton ; but
this weight has been far exceeded in several cases. Thus a meteorite was
presented to the British Museum in 1865, which weighs no less than
three and a half tons. It had been found near Melbourne, and one half
of the mass had been promised to the Melbourne Museum. But fortu-
nately it was saved from injury. A meteorite weighing one and a quarter
tons, which had been found close to the greater one, was transferred
from the British to the Melbourne Museum, and the great meteorite
forwarded unbroken to our national collection. A yet larger meteorite
lies on the plain of Tucuman in South America ; it has not been weighed,
but measurement shows that its weight cannot fall short of fourteen or
fifteen tons. It is from seven to seven and a half feet in length.
There have been twenty well authenticated instances of stone-falls in
the British Isles since 1620. One of these took place in the immediate
neighbourhood of London, on May 18th, 1680. Besides these, two
meteoric stones, not seen to fall, have been found in Scotland.
The Chinese, who recorded everything, give the most ancient records
of stone-falls.* Their accounts of these phenomena extend to 644 years
before our era, their accounts of shooting- stars to 687 B.C. We need
not remind our classical readers of the stone which fell at /Egos Potamos,
* The fall of stones eaid by Livy to have taken place on the Alban Hill, can
hardly be accepted as an historical fact. There are, however, indubitable records,
not due to human agency, of much more ancient stone-falls ; since fossil meteorites
are found imbedded in the secondary and tertiary formations.
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B.C. 465, and which was as large as two millstones. In the year 921,
there fell at Narni a mass which projected four feet above the river,
into which it was seen to fall. There is a Mongolian tradition that there
fell from heaven upon a plain near the source of the Yellow River, in
Western China, a black rocky mass forty feet high. In 1620, there fell
at Jahlinder a mass of meteoric iron, from which the Emperor Jehangire
had a sword forged.
These traditions had long been known, but men were not verv ready
to accept, without question, the fact that stones and mineral masses
actually fall upon the earth from the sky. In 1803, however, a fall of
aerolites occurred which admitted of no cavil. On the 26th of April, in
that year, a fiery globe was seen to burst into fragments, nearly over the
town of L'Aigle, in Normandy. By this explosion thousands of stones
were scattered over an elliptical area seven or eight miles long, and
about four miles broad. The stones were hot (but not red-hot) and
smoking ; the heaviest weighed about seventeen and a half pounds. The
sky had been perfectly clear a few moments before the explosion. With
a laudable desire to profit by so favourable an opportunity, the French
Government sent M. Biot to the scene of the fall. His systematic
inquiries and report sufficed to overcome the unbelief which had prevailed
on the subject of stone- showers.
Another very remarkable fall is that which took place on October 1st,
1857, in the department of Yonne. Baron Seguier was with some work-
men in an avenue of the grounds of Hautefeuille near Charny, when they
were startled by several explosions quite unlike thunder, and by strong
atmospheric disturbances. Several windows of the chateau were found to be
broken. At the same time a proprietor of Chateau- Renard saw a globe of
fire "travelling rapidly through the air towards Yernisson." Baron Seguier
heard shortly after that at the same hour a shower of aerolites had fallen a
few leagues from Hautefeuille, and in a locality lying precisely in the direc-
tion towards which the proprietor of Chateau-Renard had seen the meteor
travelling. A mason had seen the fall, and narrowly escaped being struck
by one of the fragments. This piece, which was found buried deep in the
earth, near the foot of the mason's ladder, was presented to the Academy
of Sciences by Baron Seguier.
Aerolites often fall from a clear sky. More commonly, however, a
dark cloud is observed to form, and the stony shower is seen to be pro-
jected from its bosom. It is probable that what appears as a bright train
by night is seen as a cloud by day. Something seems to depend on the
position of the observer. The meteor which burst over L'Aigle appeared
wholly free from cloud or smoke to those who saw it from Alen9on, while
to observers in L'Aigle the phenomenon was presented of a dark cloud
forming suddenly in a clear sky. In a fall which took place near Klein-
winden (not far from Miihlhausen), on September 16th, 1843, a large
aerolite descended with a noise like thunder, in a clear sky, and without
the formation cf any cloud.
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The length of time during which fire-balls, which produce aerolites, are
visible, has been variously stated ; but we have no evidence which would
lead us to accept the story of Daimachos, that the fiery cloud from which
the stone of ^Egos Potamos was projected had been visible for seventy
days in succession. The story seems to identify the author with a certain
Daimachos of Platasa described by Strabo as a "vendor of lies."
There is another singular fiction respecting fire-balls. It was said
that shooting- stars and meteors were in reality fibrous gelatinous bodies,
and that such bodies had been found where meteors had been seen to fall.
Keference is not unfrequently made to this fable by writers ancient and
modern. Thus Dryden, in his dedication to The Spanish Friar
speaking of Chapman's Bussy d'Ambois says, — "I have sometimes
wondered in the reading, what was become of those glaring colours which
amazed me in Bussy d'Ambois upon the theatre ; but when I had taken
up what I supposed a fallen star, I found I had been cozened with a jelly ;
nothing but a cold dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was
shooting."
One circumstance remains to be mentioned among the results of casual
observation. On certain occasions shooting- stars have been observed to
fall in much greater numbers than on ordinary nights. Among the earliest
records of such a phenomenon is the statement by Theophanes, the Byzan-
tine historian, that in November, 472, at Constantinople, the sky seemed
to be alive with flying meteors. In the month of October, 902, again, so
many falling- stars were seen that the year was afterwards called the
" year of stars." Conde relates that the Arabs connected this fall with
the death of King Ibrahim Ben- Ahmed, which took place on the night of
the star-shower. The year 1029 was also remarkable for a great star-fall,
and in the annals of Cairo it is related that, " In the year 599, in the last
Moharrun (October 19, 1202), the stars appeared like waves upon the sky,
towards the east and west ; they flew about like locusts, and were dispersed
from left to right." A shower of stars, accompanied by the fall of several
aerolites, took place over England and France on April 4th, 1095. This
was considered by many as a token of God's displeasure with King
William II. : " Therefore the kynge was tolde by divers of his familiars
that God was not content with his lyvying ; but he was so wilful and
proud of mind that he regarded little their saying."
In modern times, also, some very remarkable star- showers have been
observed. Amongst these one of the most noteworthy was that seen by
Humboldt, when travelling withM. Bonpland in South America. He writes :
— " On the morning of the 13th of November we saw a most extraordinary
display of shooting- stars. Thousands of bolides and stars succeeded each
other during four hours. Their motion was very regular from north to
south. From the beginning of the phenomenon there was not a space
equal in extent to three diameters of the moon, which was not filled each
instant with shooting- stars. All the meteors left phosphorescent traces
behind them,"
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In 1833, also, there was a magnificent display of meteoric fireworks.
It was accompanied by a brilliant exhibition of the aurora borealis. The
same phenomenon was seen also at Bremen, in 1838, during a fall of
meteors and shooting- stars.
Before proceeding to detail some of the singular results which have
rewarded the modern examination of this interesting subject, it may be
well to exhibit the guesses and theories which were suggested of old, to
explain the observed phenomena.
The Greeks, as usual with them, guessed boldly, sometimes acutely.
Among the earliest of their theories we find the view that shooting- stars
are generated by vapours ascending from the earth, — an hypothesis that
has been sustained quite recently by Egen, Fischer, and Ideler. Aristotle
supposed that aerolites were masses of stone which had been raised by
tempests from the earth's surface. He explained in this way the appear-
ance even of the gigantic mass which fell at ^gos Potamos. Others
again, seeing that meteorites fell in full sunlight, conceived the notion
that they were projected to us from the sun. Amongst those who held
this opinion was Anaxagoras of Clazomene. This philosopher, we are told,
predicted the fall of aerolites from the sun, — a tradition registered and
ridiculed by Pliny. But some among the Greeks held opinions which,
though somewhat vaguely expressed, may be looked upon as (at the least)
very good guesses. We may cite, for instance, the following remarkable
passage in Plutarch's life of Lysander : —
" The opinion held by those who thought that shooting-stars are not
mere emanations from ethereal fire, becoming extinguished quickly after
being kindled, is a probable one ; nor are falling stars produced by the
inflammation and combustion of a mass of air which had moved away
towards the higher regions ; rather they are celestial bodies which are pre-
cipitated through an intermission of the centrifugal force, and fall, not
only on inhabited places, but in even larger numbers into the great sea,
where they are never seen." We find in this passage a tacit reference
to the opinion of Anaxagoras that the heavenly bodies are masses of rock
torn from the earth by the centrifugal force of the surrounding ether, and
set on fire in the heavens. The opinion of Diogenes of Apollonia is not
dissimilar ; he says, " Together with the visible stars there move other
invisible ones, which are therefore without names. These sometimes fall
on the earth and are extinguished, as took place with the star of stone
•vhich fell at JEgos Potamos."
In the Middle Ages the phenomena presented by shooting- stars were
explained in a somewhat authoritative, but not very satisfactory, manner.
The judicious use of a few set phrases sufficed to clear up all difficulties.
We hear of humours and exhalations attracted by affinity to the upper
regions of air ; of condensation, concretion, ultimate repulsion, and so on ;
and all this not in a doubtful hypothetical tone, but in the authoritative
manner of men possessing all knowledge. On one point especially the
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writers of those days are very positive, — meteors are in no way to be
regarded as astronomical phenomena. They marked out peremptorily the
bodies they consented to look upon as celestial. Their knowledge of the
laws regulating these bodies was far too exact, in their opinion, for any
doubt to exist that a number of erratic, short-lived bodies, moving in a
hasty and undignified manner across the sky, were not to be admitted as
members of the stately family of planets, still less as copartners with the
stars of the crystalline. One, even, who saw opening out before him a
new system, who aided to overturn the old, and to lay the foundation of
modern astronomy — the ingenious Kepler — yielded to the old idea on this
point — to the fascinating phantasy that things are to be seen as men would
have them, not as indeed they are. In his case, perhaps, this is hardly
to be wondered at. He had discovered and rejoiced in the " harmonies
of the planets ; " he had written in his enthusiasm, — " Nothing holds me ;
I will indulge my sacred fury ; I will triumph over mankind, for I have
stolen the golden vases of the Egyptians." And it would doubtless have
seemed as a strange thing to him to conceive that he had heard but a
few stray notes of the music of the spheres, that he had not yet — as he
had hoped — •
Come on that which is, and caught
The deep pulsations of the world,
JEonian music measuring out
The steps of Time.
We turn to the investigations of modern scientific men, — of men
whose principle it is, or ought to be, that theory-framing should be
preceded by systematic observation, by careful calculation and examina-
tion, and, if possible, by experiment. They have successfully attacked
problems which seem to the uninitiated wholly insoluble, — determining
the heights at which shooting- stars appear and disappear, the velocity
with which they move, their size and weight, nay, the very substances of
which they are composed ; they have discovered laws regulating the
numbers and paths of those visitors ; they have analysed aerolites chemi-
cally and microscopically ; and, lastly, they have sought to determine
whether it is possible to construct artificial meteorites.
The determination of the height of shooting- stars is a problem which
has been successfully attacked by Brandes, Heis, Schmidt, Olbers, and
others. From the results of observations made by these astronomers,
Professor Newton and Mr. Alexander Herschel have calculated that
shooting-stars appear, on an average, at a height of seventy-two miles,
and disappear at a height of fifty-two miles. The Padre Secchi, at Eome,
on the nights of 5th-10th August, carried on a series of simultaneous
observations, by telegraphic communication between Eome and Civita
Vecchia. The result obtained by him was that shooting-stars appear at a
height of seventy-four and a half miles, and disappear at a height of
fifty miles, — a result almost coincident with the former. It appears,
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then, that shooting- stars are some twenty miles nearer when they are just
disappearing than at their first appearance.
When the distance of a shooting- star is known, it is easy to determine
the velocity of the star's motion. It appears from a careful series of
observations that shooting- stars describe a visible arc many miles in
length, with an average velocity of about thirty-four miles per second.
This velocity is nearly twice as great as that wherewith the earth describes
her orbit about the sun. . Moving with such a velocity, a body would pass
from the earth to the moon in about a couple of hours, or from London
to Edinburgh in about ten seconds.
Meteors, as might be expected, approach nearer to the earth than
shooting- stars. They do not in general move quite so rapidly. A
remarkable meteor which appeared on April 29th, was seen by two
practised observers, Messrs. Baxendell and Wood, at Liverpool and
Weston- super-Mare respectively. From a careful examination of their
observations it results that the meteor appeared when at a height of fifty-
two miles vertically over Lichfield, that it travelled in a southerly direction
at the rate of about twenty miles per second, and disappeared when over
Oxford at a height of thirty-seven miles, having travelled over a course of
nearly seventy-five miles. The meteor appears to having belonged to the
detonating class. Eight minutes after its appearance Mr. Wood heard a
sound " which resembled the momentary roar of a railway-train, at some
distance, crossing over a bridge." It is worth noticing that Mr. Wood
must have heard the roar of the meteor inversely, that is, the first part
of the sound he heard was the part generated last, and vice versa. A
detonation was also heard at Stony Stratford, a place lying nearly under
the path of the meteor.
To determine the actual size of a meteor is not easy, nor indeed can
much weight be attached to such determinations. From observations of
the apparent dimensions of several meteors which have travelled at known
distances, it would seem that these bodies vary in diameter from 100 to
13,000 feet.
Singularly enough, it is easier to determine the weight of a meteor or
shooting- star than its size. The method of doing so could not be very
well explained in these pages ; it will be sufficient to say that it depends
on the observation of the amount of light received from a body travelling
with known velocity through a resisting atmosphere. From such observa-
tions it appears that shooting- stars weigh on an average but a few ounces,
while some meteors weigh hundreds of pounds. We have seen that
aerolites of much greater weight occasionally reach the earth.
Still more strange is the fact that we are able to determine the
substances, or some of them, which enter into the composition of meteors or
shooting- stars. This is done by means of a spectroscope so constructed
as to take in a large part of the heavens. For instance, when an instru-
ment of this sort is turned towards the Great Bear, the spectra of
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the seven principal stars of that constellation are seen at one view.
Mr. Herschel observed with such an instrument the spectra of many of the
shooting- stars which appeared on the nights 9th-llth August. He
found that some of« these bodies exhibit a continuous spectrum, showing
that they are probably solid bodies, heated to ignition. Others exhibit a
greyish, white spectrum, indicating (probably) a nucleus and train of
heated sparks. But the greater number of meteors give a spectrum
consisting of one or more lines, showing that during apparition most of
these bodies are gaseous. The gaseous meteors exhibit with remarkable
distinctness a strong yellow line, perfectly agreeing in position with the
well-known line given by the ignited vapour of the metal sodium. Other
lines, due to the presence either of potassium, sulphur, or phosphorus,
are also frequently seen: It is noteworthy that the sodium line is
exhibited in the spectrum of lightning, so that it is not quite certain that
this line in the meteor- spectrum is due to the presence of sodium in the
chemical composition of meteors. However, it cannot but be considered
as highly improbable that any traces of sodium exist in the atmosphere at
the great height at which meteors travel ; still less probable is it that such
considerable quantities of sodium exist as would account for the strongly-
marked character of the yellow line shown in meteor-spectra. Mr. Herschel
notes especially of those trains which fade most slowly that they consist of
nothing else but soda-flames during the latter portion of the time that they
continue visible. "Their condition is then exactly that of the flame of
a spirit-lamp, newly trimmed, and largely dosed with a supply of
moistened salt."
One of the most remarkable facts which observation has revealed
respecting shooting-stars, is the recurrence of star-showers of greater or
less intensity on certain days of the year. It was observed long ago that
on the nights of August 9-11 stars fell in much greater numbers than
usual. For instance, there is a legend in parts of Thessaly, that near
the time of the festival of St. Laurence, the heavens open and exhibit
shining lights (icavor]\ia) ', and in an ancient English church calendar, the
August star-showers are described as " fiery tears." We find the 10th of
August also characterized by the word metcorodes, in a MS. called Epliemc-
rides rerum naturalium, preserved in Christ's College, Cambridge. The
great November shower was not recognized so soon. This shower is
characterized by an alternate increase and decrease of intensity, the
interval between successive maxima being thirty-three or thirty-four years.
For several years before and after the true year of maximum intensity the
shower is in general distinctly exhibited. Our readers will not need to
be reminded of the recurrence of this shower last November, as predicted
by astronomers. Last year was spoken of in these predictions as the
year in which the November shower would exhibit its maximum of
splendour. Our own opinion is that 1867 will turn out to be the true
year of maximum intensity, and that fine showers will be seen during the
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years 1868 and 1869. Whether, however, such showers, should they
occur, will be as well seen in England as that of November 13th last,
is problematical, since it has frequently happened that magnificent
showers are seen in certain longitudes, and but a moderate display in
others. Besides the August and November showers, there are the showers
of October 16-23, of December 6-13, of April 9-10, of July 25-30, and
others. There are in fact no less than " fifty-six recognized star- showers,
as well determined in the majority of cases as are the older and better
known showers of August and November." While on this point, we may
note, as evidence, that aerolites have their favourite seasons for visiting
the earth, that of the twenty which are known to have fallen on the
British Isles three fell on May 17-18, four on August 4-9, two on
July 3-4, and two on April 1-5. Of the other nine, three are undated.
Another singular law has been detected in the motions of shooting-
stars which appear at the same season. It is found that when their paths
are produced backwards they pass through or near one point on the
celestial sphere," and that this point has no fixed relation to the horizon
of the observer, but is fixed among the stars. Sometimes the shooting-
stars which appear on the same night may be divided into two sets, each
having a distinct radiant point, — as astronomers have named these centres
of divergence. Each of the fifty- six star- showers spoken of above has its
radiant point. Humboldt states that the radiant points of the November
and August showers are those points precisely towards which the earth is
travelling at those seasons respectively. He has been followed in this
statement by many writers on astronomy. But the statement is not true.
In fact, these radiant points do not lie on the ecliptic, whereas the point
towards which the earth is travelling at any moment, necessarily lies upon
the ecliptic.
Aerolites have been analysed, and it is found that they contain many
elements known on earth. These usually appear combined in the
following types : — metallic iron, magnetic iron, sulphuret of iron, oxide of
tin, silicates, olivine, &c. In one aerolite only, namely, in a stone which
fell on April 15th, 1857, near Kaba-Debreczin — "a small quantity of
organic matter akin to parafine " has been detected, — a very noteworthy
circumstance. It is also remarkable that no new element, and only
one or two new compounds (compounds, at least, which have not yet
been recognized among terrestrial formations) have ever been detected
in meteorites.
The microscopical examination of aerolites has also revealed much
that is interesting and instructive. The crystals of the mixed minerals*
which appear in aerolites are found to differ in some important respects
from those of volcanic rocks, " but their consolidation must have taken
place from fusion in masses of mountain size." The alloy of metallic
* The Greeks had already noted something of this sort, which they attributed to
the prevalence of strong winds in the upper regions of the air.
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iron and nickel which is a principal component of meteorites is often
found to be as regularly crystallized as a mass of spar.
M. Daubree has attempted to produce artificial meteorites by com-
bining together suitable elements and compounds. In doing so he has
discovered a very singular fact. The crystals he obtained resembled the
long needles which are seen to form on water when it is slowly frozen ;
whereas the black crystalline crust with which all meteorites are covered
has a granular structure resembling snow or hoar-frost, which we know to
be formed by the sudden passage of water from the vaporous to the solid
state. This phenomenon shows that meteoric masses have been subjected
to actions altogether different to those which the chemist is able to bring
into operation.
The result of the series of observations which we have here recorded
is that we are able to attempt the formation of a theory of shooting- stars
with some confidence. And, in the first place, we are able to reject
decisively certain theories which have found favour at different times.
The immense height at which shooting- stars appear enables us to
reject the atmospheric origin which has been suggested, for we have every
reason for supposing that the air at a height of seventy miles above the
earth is of extreme tenuity, and therefore quite incapable of supporting in
sufficient quantity those vapours from which shooting-stars, on this theory,
are assumed to be generated.
Two other theories, which have not hitherto been mentioned, are also
overthrown by the results of modern observation. Both may be called
volcanic, but one assumes that shooting- stars are bodies which have been
projected from volcanoes on the earth, while the other assumes that they
have come from volcanoes on the moon. Observation has shown that
when Mount Etna is in full activity, the masses of stone thrown from its
crater have a velocity of less than 1,600 feet per second, which is but
one-112th part of the mean velocity with which shooting- stars are observed
to move. The theory that falling-stars come from the moon was first
propounded by Terzago, an Italian, in the seventeenth century. It appears,
however, to have been not unknown in ancient times, since we learn that
the Syrian astronomers were in the habit of looking for shooting- stars
when the moon was full ; while Greek astronomers considered the most
favourable season to be at the time of lunar eclipse, that is when the moon
is full but the sky dark. Bizarre as it may seem, this fanciful explanation
has been thought worthy of strict mathematical examination by such
astronomers as Laplace, Olbers, and Poisson. It appears, from their
calculations, that the velocity with which stone-showers should be pro-
pelled from the moon in order to reach our earth with the velocities
observed among shooting- stars may be considered to be utterly beyond
the powers we could concede to lunar volcanoes, even if it were proved
(which is far from being the case) that any active volcanoes now exist on
the moon's surface.
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The three theories just considered have been effectually overthrown by
the simple observation of the height and velocities of shooting- stars.
"When we add to this consideration the recurrence of star-showers, not in
particular states of the earth's atmosphere, not connected in any way
with the activity of terrestrial volcanoes, nor conceivably with the action
of assumed lunar volcanoes, these theories appear yet more inadequate to
explain observed phenomena. The phenomenon of radiant points, lastly,
is so wholly inexplicable on any of these theories, that we may dismiss
them finally, as utterly untenable.
We must, therefore, turn to the theory which had already been
suggested by Greek philosophers — that shooting-stars and meteors are
extraneous bodies dragged towards the earth by the force of her attractive
influence. But modern scientific discoveries enable us to exhibit this
theory in a more inviting form, and at the same time to offer analogues
obviously tending to confirm the hypothesis. The discovery of a zone of
planetoids, the inquiry into the nature of the zodiacal light, and the
mathematical examination of the " stability " of the Saturnian ring-system,
have led astronomers to recognize the existence in the solar s}7stem of
minute bodies travelling in zones or clusters around a central orb. There
is, therefore, nothing unreasonable in the supposition that there are zones
and clusters of such bodies travelling round the sun in orbits which
intersect the earth's path. When in her course around the sun she
encounters any of the bodies forming such zones and clusters, they are
ignited by friction as they pass through the upper layers of the air, and
become visible as shooting- stars or meteors according to their dimensions ;
or they may even fall upon her surface as aerolites.
The recurrence of star-showers is a necessary consequence of the
hypothesis we are considering. For, if we suppose the zones of meteors, or
the orbits of meteor-clusters, to have a fixed position in the solar system,
or to be subject to those slow progressive or retrogressive shiftings with
which the study of the solar system familiarizes us, there will neces-
sarily result a regular recurrence of showers either on fixed days, or on
days uniformly shifting round among the seasons. This is precisely what
is observed with the fifty-six recognized star-showers.
The earth does not necessarily (or probably) pass centrally through a
meteor- cluster every year, nor probably are the meteor-zones uniformly
rich throughout. Thus we can readily understand periodic undulations
in the intensity of star-showers, or even periodic intemiittances.
The phenomenon of radiant points also is not merely reconcilable
with, but obviously indicates the hypothesis we are considering. For
during the brief ^interval occupied by the earth in passing through a
well-marked zone or cluster, the bodies composing such zone or cluster
may be considered to be moving (relatively to the moving earth) in
parallel lines. Therefore by a well-known law in perspective their
apparent paths, viewed from the earth, must have a " vanishing point "
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on the celestial sphere, — that is, a " radiant point " among the fixed
stars.
The remarkable velocity with which shooting- stars travel is satisfac-
torily accounted for by the modem theory. If we suppose zones and
clusters of cosmical bodies (pocket-planets we may term them with
Humboldt) to be travelling in different directions around the sun, it is
clear that the members of those zones which travel in the same direction as
the earth, will overtake, or be overtaken by her, with the difference of their
respective velocities, while those which travel in the contrary direction
will encounter the earth with the sum of their own and the earth's velocity.
Now, just as, in walking along a crowded road, we meet many more people
than we overtake, or are overtaken by ; so, clearly, by far the larger
number of observed shooting- stars must belong to the latter class named
above, and therefore the average observed velocity will not fall very
far short of the sum of the velocities of the earth and the shooting- star
system.
Fairly considered, the modem theory may be looked upon as estab-
lished ; for, first, all other available hypotheses have been shown to be
untenable ; and, secondly, the most remarkable shooting- star phenomena
are shown to be consistent with, or rather to point directly to, the modern
hypothesis. It remains only that some minor peculiarities should be
noticed.
It has been remarked that shooting- stars are much more commonly
seen in the months from July to December, than in those from January
to June. Kemembecing that this remark refers to observations made in
our northern hemisphere, it is easily reconciled with the modern theory,
when we consider that the north pole is on the forward hemisphere of1
the earth (considered with reference to her orbital motion) during the
first-named period, and on the rear (or sheltered) hemisphere during the
second.
Again, it has been remarked that shooting- stars are seen more com-
monly in the hours after midnight, and that aerolites fall more commonly
before noon. In other words, these extraneous bodies reach the earth (or
her atmosphere) more frequently in the hours from midnight to noon than
in those from noon to midnight. Humboldt suggests in explanation we
know not what theory of variation in the ignition-powers of different
hours. But it is clear that the true explanation is founded on the prin-
ciple presented in the preceding paragraph, since the forward hemisphere
contains places whose local time lies, roughly speaking, between midnight
and noon, while places whose local hour lies between noon and midnight
lie on the sheltered hemisphere.
If we remember that the earth is but a point in space, we may fairly
conclude that the number of bodies composing meteor-zones is all but
infinite. Large, therefore, as the numbers of these bodies which fell on
the earth may be, there is no reason to suppose (perhaps if we knew the
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true functions of these bodies, we might say — there is no reason to fear)
that the supply of meteors will ever be perceptibly diminished. Although
the contrary opinion is often expressed, it is demonstrable that a very
small proportion only of the shooting-stars which become visible to us,
can escape from the earth's atmosphere. The result is of course that
they must reach the earth, probably in a dispersed and divided state. It
seems to us indeed not wholly improbable that some of those elements
which the lightning- spectrum shows to exist in the atmosphere, may be
due to the perpetual dissipation and precipitation of the substance of
shooting- stars.
The remarkable discovery lately made, that the great November star-
stream travels in the track of a telescopic comet (whose period is 33 J
years), that the August stream, in like manner, follows the track of the
great comet of 1862 (whose period is 142 years), and that other noted
shooting-star systems show a similar relation to the paths of other comets,
opens out the most startling views of the manner in which cosmical space
— or at least that part of space over which the sun's attractive power
bears sway — is occupied by myriads on myriads of bodies more or less
minute. If those comets — not one in fifty even of discovered comets —
whose orbits approach that of the earth, are attended by such important
streams of cosmic matter : if, for instance, the minute telescopic comet
(known as I., 1866), in whose track the November meteors travel, is
attended by a train capable of producing magnificent star- showers for nine
hundred centuries — what multitudes of minute planets must be supposed
to exist in the complete cometary system ! This discovery has been made
too recently, however (though it appears to be thoroughly established),
to admit of our here discussing in full the results which seem to flow
from it.
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WHEN 2Elian tells us that even the poorest of the people of Gyrene wore
rings worth 10 minsB (something over 40Z. a piece), we may suppose him,
without any great incivility, to be using a figure of speech. There is,
however, no doubt that the wearing of rings was much more common
with the ancients than with ourselves. In those days when writing was
as rare an accomplishment as it was in England before Kichard II.,
when even kings could do no more than affix their " mark," they were
worn not so much for ornament as for use : they served the purposes
of a seal. Among the Greeks every freeman had his ring, whilst there
were some lazy long-haired onyx-ring-wearers, as Aristophanes calls them,
who seem to have been almost as demented as Pope Paul II., who,
Mr. King says, died (some, however, tell us a very different story) of a
chill caught from the number of rings with which he had loaded his fingers.
Martial declares that one gentleman of his acquaintance wore as many as
sixty ; and Juvenal tells us of some dandies who had two sets of rings, one
for summer, the other for winter use.
Spartan rings were of iron. Amongst the Komans also this was, at
first, the usual metal employed ; and some men who kept up or aped the
ancient simplicity never used any more precious metal.
The right of wearing gold rings was only given in the early days of the
Republic to ambassadors, and then they were only worn on state
occasions. Afterwards the privilege was extended to members of the
senate, magistrates, and knights. The emperors were not so particular.
Severus and Aurelian gave permission to Koman soldiers to wear them,
and finally Justinian extended it to all citizens.
No mention of rings is made in Homer, although the art of engraving
gems had reached no slight degree of excellence in the East many
centuries before his time. The Chaldaean and Assyrian signets were
cylinders of various metals and precious stones, such as lapis-lazuli,
amethyst, quartz, haematite, &c., varying in size from three inches to
a quarter of an inch in length. The most ancient known signet has
unfortunately been lost. It was found by Sir R. Ker Porter, and he
has luckily given us an engraving of it in his Travels. From the in-
scription upon it — in very ancient cuneiform characters — we find that it
belonged to Urukh or Urkham (Orchamus, as Ovid calls him in the
Metamorphoses), who founded the most ancient of the buildings at
Mugheir, Warka, Senkareh. and Niffer. . " There can be little doubt,"
JOTTING-S OF AN UNDEVELOPED COLLECTOR. 571
Professor Rawlinson tells us, *' that lie stands at the head of the present
series of monumental kings, one of whom certainly reigned as early as
B.C. 1860. If we may trust the statement of Ovid that he was the seventh
monarch of his dynasty, we are entitled to place his reign in the twenty-
first century before our era, from about B.C. 2093 to B.C. 2070." Of the
cylinder itself "it is possible that the artist employed by Sir R. Porter
has given a nattering representation of his original ; otherwise the con-
clusion must be that both mechanical and artistic skill had reached a very
surprising degree of excellence at the most remote period to which Chaldasan
records carry us back." Another Chaldaean signet, found at Baghdad,
belonged to Durri-galazu, who reigned about B.C. 1600.
Besides cylinders there have been found impressions from seals that
must have been like ordinary gems in rings, round or oval. One most
interesting example is in the British Museum. On a piece of clay,
appended, probably, to some treaty of peace, are two impressions of
seals, one of which certainly is that of Sabaco, the ^Ethiopian — the So,
probably, mentioned in the Second Book of Kings — and the other most
likely that of Sennacherib. In the same collection is the cylinder of that
king. He is represented adoring a winged figure in a circle. Before him
is the Sacred Tree and an eunuch, the rest of the cylinder being occupied
with a flower resembling the lotus, upon which is standing an ibex or wild
goat. Mr. King tells us in his valuable book on ancient gems that the
material of the cylinder is translucent green felspar or amazon- stone, one
of the hardest substances known to the lapidary. The special excellence
of the gem is the fineness and distinctness of the execution. " The details
are so minute that a magnifying glass is almost required to perceive
them."
The Museum collection contains also the signet of Darius, though to
which of the Persian monarchs of that name it is to be assigned it is
impossible to say. The finest known Etruscan ring — the Canino one — is
in the same collection. Alexander the Great was very particular about
his signet rings ; as he would allow no one but Apelles to paint him,
no one but Lysippus to make his statue, so he would allow no one but
Pyrgoteles to engrave his signets. Apparently the stone employed was
ie emerald.
When Marcellus had fallen into the ambuscade which Hannibal laid
or him near Yenusium, the Carthaginian having got possession of his
signet, made good use of it by attaching it to some forged letters. Mr.
Xving thinks that a ring still in existence may be this identical ring.
Another may have belonged to that princely patron of literature, Mecasnas,
— it certainly belongs to his clan; and* another to that accomplished
scoundrel and plunderer of Sicily, Verres. Of later times, we have the
:ing of the first of the barbarian chiefs who entered and sacked the city
of Borne — a curious carnelian, inscribed "Alaricus rex Gothorum;" and
there was at Paris — but it has been stolen — the signet found on opening
the tomb of the Merovingian king, Childeric, at Tournay, in 1654.
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Tlie signet of Michel Angelo, now at Paris, was formerly believed to
be the work of Pyrgoteles, and the design upon it the birth of Alexander.
It was accordingly valued at 2,OOOZ. It is really an Italian work by P. M.
da Peschia, the intimate friend of the great painter. Mr. King gives an
amusing incident connected with this ring from BrosseCs Letters on Italy.
"Early in the century, as the academician, J. Harduin, was exhibiting
the treasures of the Bibliotheque to that celebrated amateur, the Baron de
Stosch, he all at once missed this very ring ; whereupon, without expressing
his suspicions, he privately despatched a servant for a strong emetic,
which, when brought, he insisted upon the baron's swallowing then and
there. In a few minutes he had the satisfaction of hearing the ring
tinkle into the basin held before the unlucky and unscrupulous gem-
collector."
One of the most famous rings in English history was that given by
Queen Elizabeth to her favourite, the Earl of Essex. Everybody remembers
how Essex entrusted this ring, which the Queen had told him would
ensure his pardon if he ever fell into disgrace, to the Countess of Not-
tingham, who confessed, on her death-bed, that she had purposely failed
to deliver it. This ring is now in the possession of Lord John Thynne.
It is a fine sardonyx, containing an exquisitely engraved bust of the
Queen.
Though our National Collection falls far short of some of the Continental
ones in the number of engraved Gems, still it contains some very fine
specimens, the extent and value of which has been considerably increased
by the recent acquisition of the famous Blacas collection. It contains
also, I believe, a smaller quantity of forgeries than any of the Continental
collections. Very luckily, as I shall show presently, it refused to have
anything to do with the Poniatowski gems, when their purchase was
pressed upon the authorities.
Many gems had, in the Middle Ages, a very fictitious value from the
traditional history connected with them. In the Tresor de S. Denys was
a gem with the inscription, "Hie lapis fuit Davidis regis et prophetae."
It is not a precious stone at all, but a lump of antique schmelze paste.
The Imperial Cabinet at St. Petersburg has the ring that was formerly
believed to be the espousal ring of the Virgin Mary, with portraits of herself
and Joseph. They are really portraits of two freedmen, Alpheus and
Aretho, as the inscription informs us. The agate of St. Capelle, Paris —
with the exception of the Campegna in the Vatican, the largest -cameo
knovvTL — was imagined to represent the triumph of Joseph in Egypt. It
was pawned on one occasion to St. Louis, by Baldwin, the last Frankish
Emperor of Constantinople, with some other relics, for 10,000 marks of
silver. It really represents the return of Germanicus from his German
campaign, and his adoption b}7 Tiberius and Li via. The ' * emerald of
the Vatican " was held to be a portrait of Christ, taken by order of Pilate,
and by him presented to Tiberius. Afterwards it is said to have been
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given by the Sultan Bajazet to Pope Innocent VIII., as a ransom for his
brother, who had fallen into the Pope's hands. It is really of the Italian
revival period, the face being a copy of the head of the Saviour in Raffaelle's
cartoon of the " Miraculous Draught of Fishes." The apotheosis of Ger-
manicus, in the French collection, was long considered to be the portrait
of St. John the Evangelist. When Bishop Humbert returned from
Constantinople, where he had been sent in 1049, by Pope Leo IX., he
brought back this fine cameo and presented it to the monks of Evre de
Toul. Louis XIV. begged it from the monks, making them in return a
present of 7,000 crowns.
In 1855 the British Museum obtained at the Bernal sale a most
interesting example of very early mediaeval art. It was the "morse/' or
brooch, which from time immemorial had served to fasten the robes of the
Abbot of Vezor on the Meuse, when in full pontificals. It is a circular
piece of crystal, on which is represented the history of Susanna and the
Elders. In the centre is the inscription, " Lotharius rex Franc, fieri
jussit." Mr. Bernal purchased it for Wl. : at his sale the British Museum
outbid Lord Londesborough, and secured it for 267?.
Mr. King gives us some startling instances of the prices at which gems
have been sold. " Gem collections had now (eighteenth century) grown
into a perfect mania with the noble and the rich ; the first great impetus
being imparted by the arch-charlatan, Baron Stosch (a Hanoverian spy
over the Pretender's motions), by the formation of his enormous cabinet,
and its illustration by the labours of the erudite Winckelmann, with its
final purchase at the enormous price of 30,000 ducats, by the reputed
model of the prince-philosopher, Frederick of Prussia. The Due
d'Orleans, grandson of the Regent, followed his example. Our own Dukes
of Devonshire and Marlborough were, concurrently with the French prince,
zealously at work in forming their present magnificent cabinets, pa}ring
incredible sums for gems of any celebrity. The former acquired from
Stosch, for the equivalent of 1,000^., the cow of Apollonides, and from
Sevin at Paris, at the same rate, the Diomed with the Palladium. The
latter nobleman, says La Chaux, purchased from Zanetti of Venice (1763)
four gems for the sum of 1,200Z. : they are the Phocion of Alessandro il
Greco, the Horatius Codes (a miniature cinquecento cameo), the Anti-
nous, and the Matidea — all still adorning the cabinet at Blenheim. The
large cameo of Vespasian cost the same amateur (according to Easpe) 300
guineas. The same portrait in cameo, but re-styled a Mecamas, cost
Mr. Yorke 250 guineas. The fine intaglio, Hercules and the Dying
Amazon, was bought by Mr. Boyd for 800Z. : and to conclude this
list of extravagances, the Hercules and Lion intaglio on sardonyx, in
its antique silver mounting (found at Aleppo), was considered cheap by
Mr. Locke at the figure of 200 guineas."
But royal personages long ago would have thought little of such prices
as these, if we are to believe that the rings of Faustina and Domitia cost
respectively what would be in our money 40,000/. and 60,000/. A former
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Elector of Mayence is said to have offered the whole village of Anemone-
burg for a cameo formerly in the shrine constructed at Marburg to contain
the bones of the saintly Elizabeth of Thiiringen : and Rudolf II. gave
12,000 gold ducats for the famous " Gemma Augustea," now at Vienna.
It is superior in point of art to the Paris cameo already mentioned, but
falls short in point of size, being 9 inches by 8, whilst the Paris one
measures 13 by 11. The Campegna is 16 by 12.
The excessive prices gems used to fetch gave rise of course to num-
berless forgeries. An amusing story is told of how Payne Knight, the
great connoisseur in that branch of art, was taken in. He was one day
exhibiting his collection to a foreigner, and had nearly displayed all his
treasures, when he opened a drawer and said, " Now, sir, let me show you
one of the gems of my collection." " I am sorry to have to tell you,"
said his visitor, "that I engraved that gem myself." It was Pistrucchi,
afterwards engraver to the English Mint. The gem was the Flora, now in
the British Museum ; in the opinion of Mr. King, it is but a poor perform-
ance. It was the same artist's Greek hero on horseback which, aiter
some little alterations had been made in it, was chosen by Lord Mary-
borough to represent St. George, on the reverse of the sovereign of 1816.
Pistrucchi must have found gem- cutting a very profitable employment, if it
be true that he got as much as 800£. for a single cameo.
The most gigantic fraud ever perpetrated was the Poniatowski gems —
3,000 in number — which were all forgeries. The British Museum luckily
declined to purchase them when they were offered for sale. So highly
were they esteemed at one period that a gentleman who had got 1,200
of them, actually refused 60,OOOZ. for his treasures. But at Lord Monson's
sale in 1854, though some of the choicest specimens were put up, they
fetched no more, gold- setting and all, than from 25 to 30 shillings each.
The prince had inherited a genuine collection from his uncle Stanislaus,
the last King of Poland. When these were sold in 1839 the gems had
got such a bad name that the masterpiece of Dioscorides, lo, instead of
fetching, as it would have fetched some time before, 1,000 guineas, was
actually knocked down for III. It was bought by Mr. Cowie, who, though
an Englishman, left it, I regret to add, with his other collection, to the
Florence Gallery.
"We have but to glance at the collection of casts displayed in the South
Kensington Museum to be aware how very unimportant as yet is the
national collection of Ivories, whether there or at the British Museum.
But in the latter museum are some fine and valuable ivories, derived
principally from the Maskell collection. Their oldest, and in one way
most interesting specimens were brought from Nineveh by Mr. Layard.
The influence of Egyptian art is very plainly to be seen in them, but one
cannot help being surprised at the expression the artists have put into
some of their figures, notwithstanding that the general drawing is deficient
in freedom.
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But the Museum cases would have be&n. more worthily filled if the
authorities had taken advantage of the rare opportunity which presented
itself in 1855, when the Fejervary Collection was offered to them. Some
most precious examples were contained in it. When the purchase had
been declined by the trustees, it was secured by Mr. Joseph Mayer, of
Liverpool, who has generously transferred it with the rest of his choice
museum to the Brown Free Library, at Liverpool. There too, thanks to
the same munificent donor, is the Faussett Collection of Anglo-Saxon
antiquities, which the British Museum refused to purchase in 1854. It
is almost, if not quite, the most authentic and valuable collection in
existence, and contains, with very few exceptions, specimens (some of
them very beautiful) of every known article ever found in Anglo-Saxon
graves. Mr. Wylie would have added to it his collection of objects from
Fairford — all the antiquarian societies in the kingdom exerted them-
selves in the matter — it was only a question of some 600Z. or 7001. — but
the trustees in their wisdom decided that it could find no place in the
Museum.
Of more modern ivories, by far the most important are the Diptychs —
a pair of tablets, like the cover of a book, with wax on the inner surface
for writing on. Of one species, the " mythological " — of which no more
than half-a-dozen specimens, if so many, are known — a very fine one,
which has been engraved by Eaphael Morghen, is in the Fejervary collec-
tion. It was executed in the second century. On one tablet is ^Esculapius
and Telesphorus ; on the other Hygeia and Cupid : each figure being
seven inches high, and beautifully carved. The same collection has a
specimen of another kind, the " imperial," also of extreme rarity. This
diptych is supposed to be that of the Emperor Philip the Arab (A. D. 248).
Other diptychs were consular. Under the empire it was the custom for
consuls, and other of the chief magistrates, on the day upon which they
entered on their office, to make presents to their friends of diptychs
inscribed with their names and containing their portraits. Though consuls
only were allowed to have them in ivory, we find, from the letters of
Q. Aurelius Symmachus, that the law was not strictly observed : for in the
case of his son ivory diptychs were distributed, though he was only a
quaestor. One of these consular diptychs in the Fejervary collection is
that of Constantinus, Consul of the East (A. D. 513). He holds the " mappa
circensis," the throwing down of which was the signal for commencing the
games. Underneath are persons distributing diptychs, purses, &c. In
another the name of the consul has been removed and that of Bishop
Baldric, who accompanied Godfrey of Bouillon to the Holy Land, put in
its stead. Some idea of the value of this collection may be formed from
the fact that when the Arundel Society published a select series of ivories
from various collections, the Fejervary supplied no less than ten speci-
mens. The Bibliotheque Imperial of Paris supplied eleven, and the
Berlin Museum the same number.
One or two fine diptychs are in the British Museum, and at South
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.Kensington is a leaf of the Diptychon Meleretense, of 4th-century work,
and formerly in the convent at Moutiers, in France. It belonged to the
family of Symmachus, and was bought for 420L Another very beautiful
diptych, of Byzantine work, belonged to Eufinus Gennadius Probus
Orestes, Consul of the East under Justinian, A.D. 521. It was purchased
for 620/. Other diptychs were ecclesiastical ; some of them containing
the names of living patriarchs and bishops of important sees ; others of
those who had died in the peace and communion of the church. One
very fine one of this kind was formerly in the treasury of the Cathedral of
Soissons. The subjects represented are the Passion, Resurrection and
Ascension of our Lord, and the descent of the Holy Ghost. It is a little
more than a foot in height, and its date about the end of the 13th century.
It cost 308Z. Of other ecclesiastical ivories I may mention three Trip-
tychs; one of Italian work of the 14th century, purchased for 350^. ; another
of German work of the same date, for 448?. ; and the third French, of
the latter half of the 15th century, for 210Z. Another very important
triptych, by Andrea Pisano, came from the Campana collection. Besides
these is a beautiful book cover of German work, of the 7th or 8th century,
fifteen inches by eleven, which cost 588Z. And, lastly, there are two
heads of crosiers, one 4| inches long, for which 140L was paid ; the
other 6f, which cost 168Z. Many of the prices given for these and
similar objects by the Museum may seem excessive, but if we have
waited till the market-prices were exorbitant, we have only ourselves
to blame. And good prices must be given, if we want to secure any
thing worth having, when we have such competitors as the Louvre,
which can acquire the Campana Museum — exclusive of one very valu-
able portion, which was secured for South Kensington — for 4,800,000
francs ; and is not ashamed to purchase, at the Soltikoff sale, for 32,000
francs, a diptych that had been offered to it only five or six years before
for 4,500.
Whether Herodotus is right in attributing the invention of coined
money to the Lydians, is perhaps somewhat open to question. It is,
however, very remarkable that the ancient Assyrians and Egyptians, with
all their wonderful advance in civilization, should never have invented
anything better than lumps and bars of metal as a medium for exchange.
The earliest money mentioned in the Bible — as, for instance, that carried
by Joseph's brethren into Egypt — was "in weight." The first Hebrew
coinage is no older than the Maccabees. The first Egyptian began with
the successors of Alexander. Examples of Lydian coins have come
down to us, but as they have no inscriptions their dates can only be
guessed at. Some of them are of the rudest description, being merely a
lump of electrum — three parts gold to one of silver — upon one surface
of which was impressed a lion's head or other device — the other surface,
like that of the old silver coins of 2Egina, being merely flattened by the
block upon which the metal was struck. A method, equally simple, is
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mentioned in the Asiatic Transactions as having been lately practised in
India. "A piece of mango-tree, about four feet in length, was half- buried
in the ground, in the middle of which was inserted a die : upon the die
was placed a circular piece of gold, and over that another die. The upper
die was then struck with a sledge hammer, and the mohur dropped on one
side complete."
We find curious peculiarities now and then about some ancient
coins — as for example, those of M. Mascilius Tullus, triumvir of the mint
under Augustus, which have a superscription on the reverse and nothing
more, and one still more strange bronze medal of Nemausus (Nismes),
known by the name of the Pied de Biche, from the extraordinary projection
it has from the lower part of it. There is in the British Museum a coin of
Attalus, who was for one year Emperor of the West, which is remarkable as
the heaviest silver coin known; it weighs 2J ounces. The Roman copper
coins, the asses, were originally much heavier than this, weighing in fact
12 ounces (the coins of Adria in the Abruzzi were heavier still), but in the
time of the first Punic war the asses, though the nominal value remained
the same, were reduced in weight to a couple of ounces, and so paid off the
national debt. Pausanias, one of the Macedonian Kings, practised another
device. His silver coins were only plated copper : just as much a cheat
as the ll black money " coined by French nobles some 600 years ago, or
the base coinage of our own Queen Mary.
" Necessity is the mother of invention." So it proved in the civil wars
when Charles had to issue " siege pieces," which were nothing more than
portions of cups or salvers, with the chasing sometimes still visible. The
money of James II. coined just before the battle of the Boyne, got its name,
" gun money," from the substance of which it was mostly composed, old
brass guns. Pieces not worth intrinsically more than a halfpenny or a
penny were made to pass as shillings and half-crowns.
The first coins to which a date can be positively given are those of
Alexander I. of Macedonia. It is not, however, till the time of Philip II.
that the Macedonian coins approach that degree of beauty and artistic skill
for which they are so famous. He issued a large coinage which was very
extensively circulated throughout Greece, and we have a very curious proof
of its still wider diffusion.
Among the ancient Helvetii, the money most in circulation seems to
have been a quarter- stater of gold — a bad imitation of this very Macedonian
coinage. It has upon it some letters which no doubt are intended for
<j>iAinnoY. The use of Greek letters, however, in Helvetia is mentioned
by Cffisar. The gold of these coins was collected, as Dr. Keller tells us in
his very interesting work on the Lake Dwellings of Switzerland, in the Aar
and its tributaries, and the money coined at Aventicum, the modern
Avenches, in the Pays de Yaud.
There is however a still more remarkable instance of such imitation.
In the year 1783 there was discovered, about ten miles from Calcutta, a
quantity of money which had been coined by Chandra, a king of upper
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and central India, in the 6th century A.D. These pieces were declared
by Payne Knight to have been attempts at imitating some coinage of
Greece.
It would be impossible within any reasonable limit to give an
account of the coins that are remarkable either for their beauty, such as
those of the cities of Sicily, &c., or their rarity. An example or two must
suffice. One very exquisite instance is the tetradrachm of Syracuse with the
head of the nymph Arethusa. The artist, Cimon, has put his name on the
coin — a very unusual proceeding. Lord Northwick's specimen sold for 60
guineas. Another is that of Lysimachus, one of Alexander's generals, with
a head of his master — a perfect gem ; another a coin of Magnesia ad
Masandrum, with a draped statue of Diana on the obverse, and on the
reverse a naked statue of Apollo — a fine example of which brought 265Z. at
the Northwick sale : one of Samos which Mionnet calls one of the most
beautiful coins he ever saw — on it is the infant Hercules ; it brought 100/.
at the same sale ; and two of the city of Thurii with the head of Pallas on
the obverse, of wonderful beauty.
The number and variety of ancient coins is almost incredible.
Mionnet gives us a list of no less than three hundred kings and one
thousand cities, and to one of these latter — Tarentum — there are
assigned no less than five hundred distinct types. One curious, and
at first sight, inexplicable circumstance is that, whereas the coins of
such an out-of-the-way place as Tyras at the mouth of the Dneister
are remarkable for their beauty, those of Athens are so rude and
unartistic. " The true cause was commercial policy. The reputation of
the Athenian tetradrachm stood high in the commercial world, and its cir-
culation, like that of the Venetian sequin and the Spanish dollar in modern
times, was almost universal. Even now it is found in some of the most
distant parts of the map. The Athenians abstained from any improvement
upon the ancient type, fearing lest the confidence of foreigners in the purity
and weight of the coin should be lessened thereby. So in China and the
east during the late war, Spanish pillar dollars were current, but those of
Ferdinand VII. and King Joseph, coined without the pillars, were refused.
The Venetian ducat and the Maria Theresa dollar continued to be struck
in Italy, for foreign circulation, long after the extinction of the Eepublic
and the death of that Empress. The old Athenian coinage enjoyed the
same pre-eminence."
Some coins are very interesting as bearing portraits of famous histori-
cal personages. Alexander the Great has been mentioned already ; then
we have Hannibal's friend, Mithridates : a gold coin of his, for which
Mr. Edmonds had given 1151. in 1838, was secured in 1854 by General Fox
for his fine collection for 60Z. Then there is an unique medal of Corn-
modus, with the figure of Britannia (the present figure on our copper coinage
is said to have been taken from the Duchess of Richmond when halfpennies
and farthings were first issued in the time of Charles II.), which the British
Museum purchased for 75?. ; and more than all, the tetradrachm of that
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marvellous woman, Cleopatra. The British Museum secured a specimen
at the Northwick sale for 240£.
Among English coins are some that fetch very large prices. A gold
penny of Henry III., for instance, sold in 1859, for 130?. ; a quarter
florin of Edward III., almost unique, for 145L ; and a crown piece of
Henry VHL, at Mr. Cuff's sale in 1854, brought 140Z. Probably the
largest price ever paid for an English coin was at the same sale for
the 51. piece presented by Charles I. on the scaffold to Bishop Juxon,
bearing the motto "Florent concordia regna." It was a pattern piece
never published. From the bishop it passed through various hands, till
it was purchased from Lieutenant- Colonel Drummond, by Mr. Till, the
coin-dealer, for 50Z. He offered it to the British Museum for 80L, but the
purchase was declined, and finally Mr. Cuff became the possessor at 60L
At his sale it brought 200Z. ; the purchaser being Mr. Brown, one of the
partners of the house of Longmans.
Another very interesting piece is the " petition crown" of Thomas
Simon. Jealous that all the dies of the English mint were being engraved
by foreigners, he executed this piece to show Charles' II. that native artists
could do the work quite as well. On the obverse is the king's head crowned
with laurel — on the reverse, a small figure of St. George on horseback,
surrounded with the garter and motto "Honi soit qui mal-y-pense," out-
side which are the four escutcheons of England, Scotland, France and
Ireland, with two C's interlaced at the angles. The inscription is " Mag.
Brit. Fr.' et Hib. Eex. 1663;" on the edge " Reddite quaa Caesaris
Cassari," &c. Dr. Waageri tells us, that Mr. Bale ga^e 154Z. for his
specimen ; Sir W. Baynes's, last August, brought SQL 10s.
About one English coin there exists a very singular delusion — Queen
Anne's farthing. Often and often have the officers of the British Museum
received letters asking whether, as the writer was in possession of the third
of the farthings, of which the Museum had the other two, he was not
entitled to some 1,000/. or so ; and grievous no doubt has been his disap-
pointment at being told that his fancied treasure might possibly be worth
some four or five shillings. How the delusion ever originated, it is
impossible to say ; but one account tells us that a lady in Yorkshire, having
lost one of these farthings, which she valued as the bequest of a dear
friend, offered a very large sum for its recovery, and this gave rise to a
false impression of the value of any specimen. It is commonly believed
that only three examples of the farthings were struck off, because it was
found that there was a flaw near the bridge of the Queen's nose ; another
account says the die broke in two. There are really no less than five or
six different patterns of the farthing, but most of them were struck for
approval only and never issued. The genuine farthing has the inscription
" Anna Dei gratia," surrounding the Queen's bust; on the reverse the
figure of, and the inscription, "Britannia." It is dated 1714. Another,
vvhich was also perhaps in circulation, exactly resembles the one just
mentioned, but has the date 1713. They have broad milled edges, like the
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farthings of George III. Of the patterns, the rarest seems to be one like
the genuine farthing, but with the inscription "Anna Eegina." In 1823
there was a trial at Dublin about a Queen Anne's farthing, which it was
stated had actually been sold for 800/.
The British Museum collection of coins is already taking nearly, if not
quite, the foremost place of all such collections. It is no wonder, how-
ever, that its treasures should multiply, when we can point to such
instances of liberality as that of Mr. Wigan, of Highbury Terrace, who a
few years since allowed the officers of the Museum to take any specimens
they pleased from his collection of Koman gold coins. They took 200 —
many of them unique, all of the greatest rarity and beauty. They were
valued at 3,000£. How much more noble than that narrow-minded
liberality, that will not let its treasures mix with those of its neighbours,
but must have rooms, cabinets, and special curators, for its display and
glorification.
As might be naturally expected, forgeries in coins are by no means
rare. Many of these are clumsy enough, but there are two exceptions
that must be mentioned. Two men, John Carino and Alexander Bassiano,
both of Padua, produced more than 100 medals and coins ; some of them
imitations of antiques, others pure fabrications. These " Paduans," as
they are called, are beautifully executed, and are in great request as tests.
But the greatest forger was Becker, who died at Frankfort in 1830. He
produced nearly 350 forgeries, some of which he contrived to have " found,"
like Dousterswivel and Simonides, in places where he had hidden them.
Besides the interest coins have, either from their rarity or their
beauty, they have now and then no small degree of historical value and
importance. One instance will be familiar no doubt to many. In the
account of Philippi given in the Acts of the Apostles, St. Luke caused
no small difficulty by describing it as a colony. From coins, however,
as well as from inscriptions, we find that the sacred historian was right,
and that Augustus gave it the privilege of a colony, with the name,
" Colonia Julia Augusta Philippensis."
The art of Glass-making is of very high antiquity. The oldest known
specimen of transparent glass is a bottle about 3| inches high, discovered
by Mr. Layard in the ruins of the N.W. palace at Nineveh, and now in
the British Museum. It was blown in one solid piece, and then hollowed
out by a machine. It has engraved upon it the name and title of Sargon,
accompanied with the figure of a lion. Its date, therefore, is the latter
part of the seventh century B.C. The art, however, had been practised
in Egypt many centuries before this. There was discovered at Thebes a
glass head, bearing the name of a king who lived about 1450 B.C. The
monuments carry us back much further even than this. On the paintings
at Beni Hassan, which belong to the reign of Osirtasen I., who reigned
B.C. 2000, we have figures of glass-blowers at work, and on the monuments
of the tenth dynasty, some two centuries earlier still, are drawings of
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bottles of transparent glass containing a red wine. The skill shown by
the ancient Egyptian glass-blowers is almost incredible. Except perhaps in
point of brilliancy — and the evidence here must necessarily be wanting, in
consequence of the chemical changes which time causes in the substance
of the glass — they seem to have equalled, and in some instances, surpassed
any productions of more modern times. Their art in introducing different
colours into the same vase has, I believe, as }Tet found no imitators. One
very curious specimen of their skill has been preserved. It is not quite
an inch in length, by J in breadth, and ^ in thickness, and contains a
figure of a bird resembling a duck in very bright and varied colours. " The
most delicate pencil of a miniature painter could not have traced with
greater sharpness the circle of the eyeball or the plumage of the neck and
wings." The most wonderful thing, however, is that the picture goes all
through the glass, so that both sides show the same figure. The way in
which it must have been made was by arranging threads of coloured and
uncoloured glass in such a manner as to produce the required figure at each
end of the mass. The threads were then united by heat, each thread
being adjusted separately. The bar of glass thus made would be cut into
horizontal sections, each section of course containing the figure. In some
cases of similar work the details are so fine as only to be made out with a
lens, which accordingly must have been used in its manufacture. It is
extremely interesting to find that Mr. Layard did discover a magnifying
lens at Nineveh.
Many specimens of Greek glass have come down to us, Mr. Webb
exhibiting no fewer than thirty-three specimens in the Loan Collection at
South Kensington. Of Koman glass, examples are much more numerous ;
the Museo Borbonico alone has 2,000. The Eomans themselves considered
a colourless glass as the most precious kind. Nero gave as much as 6,000
sestertia (nearly 50,OOOZ.) for two cups with handles on each side. The
most valuable example of Roman glass that has come down to us is the
famous Portland or Barberini vase — "Portland's mystic urn," as Darwin
calls it — now deposited in the British Museum. In 1845 it was wantonly
broken into fragments, but has been most admirably restored by Mr.
Doubleday, only one very small piece being wanting. This vase, which
was found in a tomb supposed to be that of the Emperor Alexander
Severus, who was murdered A.D. 235, is composed of two strata of glass,
blue and white. The white surface was then carved like a cameo, leaving
white figures on a dark background. It was purchased from Sir William
Hamilton by the Duchess of Portland. At her sale the Duke of Portland,
after a private understanding, it seems, with Wedgwood, bought it in at
1,029/. 10s.
Another very beautiful specimen belongs to the Trivulzi family. It is
a cup, resembling opal, surrounded by a network of blue glass, attached
by several small and very fine props. Round the rim is an inscription in
green glass, attached like the network, Bibe, vivas multos annos. It was
582 JOTTINGS FROM THE NOTE-BOOK
evidently carved out of a solid piece of glass, made of two differently coloured
strata. Another specimen of similar workmanship was exhibited by Baron
Rothschild at the Loan Exhibition, 1862.
In the South Kensington Museum there is a very valuable and inter-
esting collection of early Christian glass, the property of Mr. C. W.
Wilshere. They are the centres of paterae or bowls, the rest of the bowls
having perished. These fragments are ornamented with figures of animals
and other objects, cut out in gold leaf, the details being graved with a steel
point. Sometimes a red background is added, and the whole picture then
inserted between two folds of glass. The process itself seems to have been
known to the ancient Egyptians. One beautiful specimen, about 3| inches
in diameter, bears half-length portraits of a Roman lady and gentleman,
and above, a bilingual inscription, PIE PESES. Around them are some
Scriptural subjects. It was probably a wedding present. Mr. Wilshere
was fortunate -enough to secure these precious examples some few years
ago for a comparatively small price. Other specimens are in the British
Museum.
Of more modern glass the most valuable is the Venetian. A very
fictitious value was in many cases put upon it, because it was considered a
certain preservation against poison, the glass breaking when any noxious
drug was put within it. The glass -makers at Venice were provided with
houses on the island of Murano, and were forbidden, on pain of death, to
carry their art elsewhere. The glass itself is coarse in quality and with
very little lustre as compared with some recent specimens of English
manufacture ; but the beauty and elegance of the forms, and the marvellous
skill in manipulation which is displayed, will always secure Venetian glass
a foremost place in collections.
Many specimens of their art are no little puzzle to the uninitiated,
who are as much at a loss at a filigree glass as King George was at the
apple- dumpling. The process, however, is simple enough. A bundle of
glass threads, coloured or otherwise, is plunged into a pot of colourless
fused glass, in such a manner as to take up a sufficient quantity of it to
envelop it with a transparent coating. In this way a stick of solid glass is
made, about three inches in diameter, the pattern being now in the centre.
This stick is then reheated and drawn out into a long cane, the operator
meanwhile twisting the rod so as to give the enclosed threads a spiral
pattern. It is then cut into such lengths as may be required. In order
to form with these a filigree glass — vasi a retorti as they are called — a
number of these canes — from twenty to forty — are placed side by side
round the interior of an open mould, and then a quantity of fused glass
blown in, enough to join .them all together. It is then treated like an
ordinary ball of glass and blown into shape, the workman again twisting
the glass according to the required pattern,. For the process of making a
more complicated kind of glass — the vasi a reticelli — where two folds of glass
are employed, so arranged that the threads cross each other like network, I
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must refer my readers to Mr. Apsley Pellatt's excellent work, Curiosities of
Glass-making. There also will be found an explanation of the millifiore
glass, which at first sight seems so inexplicable.
We shall know more of the rich treasures which England possesses
in the shape of glass, when Mr. Felix Slade is kind enough to give
to the world the catalogue of his matchless collection upon which he
has been so long engaged. Mr. Slade does not shrink from giving large
prices for good and rare specimens. One instance may be quoted as an
example. At the Soltikoff sale there was a goblet of rich emerald green
colour, with a bulbed and fluted stem powdered with gold. The top and
bottom of the bowl were ornamented with gold and jewelled bands, and
between these were two medallions supported by cupids and surrounded
by garlands, and containing portraits of a lady and gentleman, in the
costume of the latter part of the fifteenth century. On a scroll before the
male figure was the inscription, " Amor vol fee." Mr. Slade secured this
fine specimen, after a spirited bidding against the agents of the Louvre,
for 6,000 francs.
No specimens of glass in the Bernal collection fetched prices at all
approaching to this. We find, however, Mr. N. T. Smith giving 50/. for
one fine specimen ; Baron Eothschild, 54L for a tazza ; and Mr. Slade,
the highest price at that sale for such works, 551. The same sale had
some wonderful instances of the manner in which objects of natural history
were pressed into service. Bunches of grapes, tulips, rampant horses
carrying tazzas, serpents," pelicans, dolphins, and other creatures, are
proofs and memorials of the skill of artists in glass in the Venice of
former days.
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of 3, re*
Und biiszen will ich's mit der strengsten Buszc
Das ich mich eitel iiber euch erhob. — SCHILLES.
I read or dreamed, one sultry summer time,
How, at the last, France's knightly maiden Jled,
And lived in silent honour, nobly wed,
Leaving her heritage of deathless fame
To the chance partner of her mortal shame,
Who should have aied with her, and died instead.
Then, with two lines of German in my head,
I shaped her after-life in moody rhyme.
A MOSSY battlemented wall went round
A rosy space of odorous garden ground,
Where the blue brooding sky hung very low,
Above the quaint-peaked shadow of the towers,
Above the sunny marge of ordered flowers,
Among the which I saw a lady go,
Telling her beads, with steady pace and slow ;
These done, she lifted half her cypress veil
With marble hands which might have held a sword,
And I beheld her face, sweet, still, and pale,
With tearless eyes, bent on the dewless sward.
Then raising her calm brow, but not her eyes,
To woo the sweetness of the summer skies,
Of her own desolate estate she sang,
Not sadly ; but her patient singing rang
So heavily upon her silver tongue,
A tale of peace and patience worse than pain,
That, as I heard, I knew her youth was slain ;
And yet her rounded face might still be young,
Who, making music neither high nor low,
But borne along a level stream of woe,
Bang words like these as nearly as I know : —
" The banners of the battle are gone by,
The flowers are fallen from my maiden crown,
Thorns choke the tender seed of my renown,
Bleeding in sick astonishment I lie,
Where He who set me up hath cast me down.
If only I could hear the clarion cry,
JOAN OF ARC.
JOAN OF ARC. 585
Nay, only feel the chain, and eye the stake ;
But it is over now, I cannot wake,
My sun is set, and dreams are of the night ;
Dreams ? one long, leaden dream, which will not break,
Lies on my aching eyelids till I die.
Dreaming I walk between the earth and heaven ;
And heaven is sealed, and earth is out of sight :
No cries, no threats, no heavenly voices now ;
Only the memory of a broken vow ;
Only the thought of having vainly striven ;
And France is still in bonds, and so am I :
I chose my bonds, and shall I be forgiven ?
Nay, therefore, I am cast away from God ;
For He hath made me like a broken rod
Not worth the burning when its work is done,
That bleaches idly in the summer sun,
Then rots as idly in the autumn rain,
Nor wonders why it left the root in vain.
I am God's broken rod ; shall I complain ?
I wake from dreams at best but bitter sweet,
Dreams chilled with danger, flushed with self-conceit ;
Only the waking seems so like a cheat ;
And yet I would not dream the dream again.
I was so blind, so fierce, so cruel then,
When, foremost hi the press of fighting men,
I panted with my banner and my sword,
And fought, me seemed, the battles of my Lord.
Alas ! His poor are always full of pain,
"Whether our Charles or English Henry reign.
My sisters still are happy the old way,
Their lives have taken root in soft deep clay,
In peace they grow, in peace they shall decay,
Seeing their fruit before they fade away ;
But all my barren flower of life is shed
In gusts of idle rumour overhead.
They have their wish : I would not be as they.
I have my wish — to rest — I rest in pain ;
My wishes kill each other, and the dead
Buzz still with ghostly stings about my head,
Not to be caught, and never to be slain.
0 God ! is there worse pain in hell than this, —
To taste and loathe the quietness of bliss,
To shudder from the very sins we miss,
To long for any change, and yet to know
That any change must bring a bitterer woe !
God ! do the lost in torment praise Thee so ?
586 JOAN OF ABO.
Counting Thy curse the lightest curse like me,
When loathing their sick selves, from self they flee
To hang with lesser loathing upon Thee ? "
Her parched tongue ceased ; but still her feverish face
Seemed speaking, but no words found way again,
Till she stood quivering in her lord's embrace,
As chill reeds quiver in the warm spring rain.
For it was but a screen of thick pleached yew
Had kept him hidden from her heedless view,
In whose kind ears she cared not to complain ;
Because his ever ready eyes, she knew,
Would water her dry heart with barren dew.
He was a courteous knight of thirty years,
With that wise look that comes of early cares
And pondering long to have life over soon ;
His life was over, and he was content :
Peril, he thought, made ease a double boon,
As Easter comes the blither after Lent ;
So all men knew him, wheresoe'er he went,
By the grave leisure of his open brow,
That frankly seemed to ruminate on naught,
And gloat upon a vacancy of thought, —
For one of those who sleep of afternoons,
And hum the listless ends of lusty tunes.
But he had saved her from the flame for this,
The cruel flame, where one not two had died,
And she had ridden unsleeping at his side,
To that far castle, still and hardly won,
For which his early feats of arms were done,
And often bent her head to meet his kiss,
And whispered willingness to be his bride :
So she was walking in his garden now,
His quiet garden, where no rough wind blew,
Which seemed to sleep for ever in the sun
Of harvest, as its comely lord slept too ;
For he had land enough, and naught to do
But keep the rust from idle helm and glaive,
And whiten for the garner of the grave
At leisure, with his tale of years half run.
She paid him duteous, lingering kisses still,
She worked, she spoke, she rested at his will ;
And only now and then took leave to sigh,
When he, who loved her dearly, was not by.
But with the growing years a dull pain grew
That made her cower from his slumbrous eye.
And wonder when it would be time to die,
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JOAN OF ARC. 587
.
And wonder why her head would not grow grey :
But she had cheated him until that day,
With petty feints of woes she did not feel,
To hide what words were wanting to reveal.
Her skill grew with her trouble : even then,
Unwatched of serving maids or serving men,
She kept her passionate speech below her breath,
And let the blind tears burn her eyes unshed,
Only her marble cheek was pale as death,
As, finding voice before her lord, she said :
" The sun beats hotly, friend, on your bare head."
But he, "I heard you sobbing, did I not ?
No ? let me turn with you, the sun is hot."
Thereat they turned, where matted yew-trees made
A sudden cool of black undazzling shade,
Then half appeased the knight " All well, my sweet ?
You tremble now so often when we meet."
" Yea, well, love ; " and she braved his eager look,
That sought to read her pale face like a book,
And noted sallow cheek and swollen eye,
Whence he opined she suffered from the heat,
And felt her hand, the skin was hot and dry ;
He asked what ailed her, and how long, and whence,
And shyly muttered hints of pestilence.
Laughing almost, she sware she ailed no part.
Then far more tedious than a perfect fool,
Quoth her wise lord, " What, lady, sick at heart ?
Tell me ? " "I cannot, nothing troubles me,
My heart is not your heart to beat by rule."
" Your feet still stagger from the stormy sea ; "
" At least the sea was living ; now I stand
On dead waste flats of sultry, stagnant land."
" You kissed that safe shore, and my helping hand
Once, when I think you did not care to die."
" Saint Katherine and Saint Margaret did not faint,
But saw their crowns, and put deliverance by,
Following the Bridegroom : I am not a saint."
" Thank God, not quite too high for me to wed."
With a meek kiss she paid her thanks, and said,
" You do not think the saints will judge the world ? "
" They will judge you did well in saving France."
" As well say that the pennon of your lance
Slays all whom those that ride behind it slay ;
Yet the torn pennon shall be nicely furled,
When men at arms are trampled into clay."
" Yea, and the brightest banner wins the fray.
588 JOAN OF ARC.
You were the banner, nay, the soul of France :
Her mighty men were nothing but for you."
" Nay, but I needed others to work through.'1
" You grudge that others share your earthly fame ;
Trust me, heaven's harps ring only to your name."
" You flatter me ; heaven's harps ring only true."
She paused. " Not fame, but famous deeds to do !
Why am I kept idle ? If I only knew ! "
" Because God gives you early of His best :
I thank Him for this harvest of rich rest,
I thank Him, who did so much less by me,
And yet not less, because he set you free."
" The cowards, for they dared not let me go
Themselves, had need of a good knight for show
Of rescue." Her good knight made answer, "Nay,
Doomed by the Church, why let you slip away ? "
" Why ? must I teach you kings of France are men ?
Why ? the whole world cried shame on him, and then
His conscience might have woke to cry Amen."
" Wife, if God reckoned with you he might miss
Something of gratitude for all your bliss."
With sunken eyelids and with folded hands,
She stood, as a meek guardian angel stands,
Who sees a sinner wandering out of reach.
He, stung to answer her unspoken speech,
Said hotly, " Three things are insatiable, —
Our God, and any woman's heart, and hell."
Then lifting for a parting kiss her head,
With half a smile wrung out from somewhere, " Well !
I go to give our maids fresh work," she said,
" They are insatiable of spinning wool."
I dreamed : her saints were far more merciful.
G. A. SIMCOX.
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f ircli ife fiiant-plfer.
CHAPTER I.
ON MOXSTERS, ETC.
MOST of us have read at one time or another in our lives the article
entitled Gigantes, which is to be found in a certain well-known dictionary.
It tells of that terrible warfare in which gods and giants, fighting in fury,
hrrled burning woods and rocks through the air, piled mountains upon
mountains, brought seas from their boundaries, thundering, to overwhelm
thair adversaries ; — it tells how the gods fled in their terror into Egypt,
and hid themselves in the shapes of animals, until Hercules, the giant-
killer of those strange times, sprang up to rescue and deliver the world
from the dire storm and confusion into which it had fallen. Hercules
laid about him with his club. Others since then, our Jack among the rest,
have fought with gallant courage and devotion, and given their might and
thoir strength and their lives to the battle. That battle which has no end,
air s ! and which rages from sunrise to sundown, — although hero after hero
comes forward, full of hope, of courage, of divine fire and indignation.
Who shall gainsay .us, if now-a-days some of us may perhaps be
ter rpted to think that the tides of victory flow, not with the heroes, but
with the giants ; that the gods of our own land are hiding in strange
disguises ; that the heroes battling against such unequal odds are weary
and sad at heart ; while the giants, unconquered still, go roaming about
the country, oppressing the poor, devouring the children, laying homes
bare and desolate ?
Here is The Times of to-day,* full of a strange medley and record
of the things which are in the world together — Jacks and giants, and
chf.mpion-belts and testimonials ; kings and queens, knights and castles
and ladies, screams of horror, and shouts of laughter, and of encourage-
meit or anger. Feelings and prejudices and events, — all vibrating,
urging, retarding, influencing one another.
And we read that some emperors are feasting in company at their
spL ndid revels, while another is torn from his throne and carried away by
a furious and angry foe, by a giant of the race which has filled the world
wi€i such terror in its time. Of late a young giant of that very tribe has
marched through our own streets ; a giant at play, it is true, and feeding
his morbid appetite with purses, chains and watches, and iron park railings ;
* May, 1867.
590 JACK THE GIANT-KILLEE.
but who shall say that he may not perhaps grow impatient as time goes
on, and cry for other food.
And meanwhile people are lying dying in hospitals, victims of one
or more of the cruel monsters, whose ill deeds we all have witnessed.-
In St. Bartholomew's wards, for instance, are recorded twenty-three
cases of victims dying from what doctors call delirium tremcns. Which
Jack is there among us strong enough -to overcome the giant with his
cruel fierce fangs, and force him to abandon his prey ? Here is the history
of two men suffocated in a vat at Bristol by the deadly gas from spent
hops. One of them, Ambrose, is hurrying V> the other one's help, and
gives up his life for his companion. It seems hard that such men should
be sent unarmed into the clutch of such pitiable monsters as this ; and one
grudges these two lives, and the tears of the widows and children. I might
go on for many pages fitting the parable to the commonest facts of life.
The great parochial Blunderbore still holds his own ; some of his castles
have been seized, but others are impregnable ; — their doors are kept closed,
their secrets are undiscovered.
Other giants, of the race of Cormoran, that " dwell in gloomy caverns,
and wade over to the mainland to steal cattle," are at this instant beginning
to creep from their foul dens, by sewers and stagnant waters, spreading
death and dismay along their path. In the autumn their raids are widest
and most deadly. Last spring I heard two women telling one another of
a giant of the tribe of Cormoran camping down at Dorking in Surrey.
A giant with a poisoned breath and hungry jaws, attacking not only cattle,
but the harmless country people all about ; children, and men, and women,
whom he seized with his deadly gripe, and choked and devoured. Giant
Blunderbore, it must be confessed, has had many a hard blow dealt him
of late from one Jack and another. There is one gallant giant-killer at
Fulham hard by, waging war with many monsters, the great blind giant
Ignorance among the rest. Some valiant women, too, there are who have
armed themselves, and gone forth with weak hands and tender strong
hearts to do their best. I have seen some lately who are living in the
very midst of the dreary labyrinth where one of the great Minotaurs of
the city is lurking. They stand at the dark mouth of the poisonous
caverns, warning and entreating those who, in their blindness and infatua-
tion, are rushing thither, to beware. " I took a house and came,"
said one of them simply to my friend Mrs. K when she asked her
how it happened that sha was established there in the black heart of the
city. All round her feet a little ragged tribe was squatting on the floor,
and chirping, and spelling, and learning a lesson which, pray heaven, will
last them their lives ; and across the road, with pretty little crumpled mob-
caps all awry on their brown heads, other children were sewing and at
work under the quiet rule of their good teachers. The great business of the
city was going on outside. The swarming docks were piled with bales and
crowded with workmen ; the main thoroughfares streaming and teeming with
a struggling life ; the side streets silent, deserted, and strangely still. A
JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 591
b]eak north-east wind was blowing down some of these grey streets. I have
a vision before me now of one of them : a black deserted alley or passage,
h mg with some of those rags that seem to be like the banners of this reign
0 ' sorrow and sin. The wind swooped up over the stones, the rags waved
a: id fell, and a colourless figure passing up the middle of the dirty gutter
p illed at its grimy shawl and crouched as it slid along.
We may well say, we Londoners, see how far the east is from the west.
1 myself, coming home at night to the crowded cheerful station and
travelling back to the light of love, of warmth, of comfort, find myself
dimly wondering whether those are not indeed our sins out yonder set
a^ay from us, in that dreary East of London district ; our sins alive and
standing along the roadside in rags and crying out to us as we pass.
Here in our country cottage the long summer is coming to an end, in
falling leaves and setting suns, and gold and russet, where green shoots
ware twinkling a little time ago. The banks of the river have shifted their
colours, and the water, too, has changed. The song of the birds is over;
but there are great flights in the air, rapid, mysterious. For weeks past
wa have been living in a gracious glamour and dazzle of light and warmth ;
ai id now, as we see it go, H. and I make plans, not unwillingly, for a
winter to be passed between the comfortable walls of our winter home.
Tae children, hearing our talk, begin to prattle of the treasures they will
find in the nursery at London as they call it. Dolly's head, which was
unfortunately forgotten when we came away, and the panniers off the wooden
donkey's back, and little neighbour Joan, who will come to tea again, in
the doll's tea-things. Yesterday, when I came home from the railway-
station across the bridge, little Anne, who had never in her short life seen
tie-lamps of the distant town alight, came toddling up, chattering about " de
pooty tandles," and pulling my dress to make me turn and see them too.
To-night other lights have been blazing. The west has been shining
al Dng the hills with a gorgeous autumnal fire. From our ten-ace we have
w; itched the lights and the mists as they succeed one another, streaming
mysteriously before yonder great high altar. It has been blazing as if for
a solemn ceremonial and burnt sacrifice. As we watch it other people
lo )k on in the fields, on the hills, and from the windows of the town.
E ,-ening incense rises from the valley, and mounts up through the still-
nt ss. The waters catch the light, and repeat it ; the illumination falls
uj on us, too, as we look and see how high the heavens are in comparison
with the earth; and suddenly, as we are waiting still, and looking and
admiring, it is over — the glory has changed into peaceful twilight.
And so we come away, closing shutters and doors and curtains, and
se tling down to our common occupations and thoughts again ; but outside
another high service is beginning, and the lights of the great northern
alt ar are burning faintly in their turn.
People say that extremes meet ; and in the same way that fancy worlds
an! dreams do not seem meant for the dreary stone streets and smoky
592 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.
highways of life, neither do they belong to summer and holiday time, when
reality is so vivid, so sweet, and so near, that it is but a waste to dream of
fairies dancing in rings, or peeping from the woods, when the singing and
shining is in all the air, and the living sunshiny children are running on
the lawn, and pulling at the flowers with their determined little fingers.
And there are butterflies and cuckoos and flowing streams and the sounds of
flocks and the vibrations of summer everywhere. Little Anne comes
trotting up with a rose-head tight crushed in her hand ; little Margery has
got a fern-leaf stuck into her hat ; Puck, Peas-blossom, Cobweb, Moth,
Mustard-seed, themselves, are all invisible in this great day-shine. The
gracious fancy kingdom vanishes at cock-crow, we know. It is not among
realities so wonderful and beautiful that we can scarce realize them that we
must look for it. Its greatest triumphs are where no other light shines
to brighten — by weary sick beds ; when distance and loneliness oppress.
Who cannot remember days and hours when a foolish conceit has come
now and again, like a " flower growing on the edge of a precipice," to
distract the dizzy thoughts from the dark depths below ?
Certainly it was through no fancy world that poor John Trevithic's
path led him wandering in life, but amid realities so stern and so pitiful at
times that even his courage failed him now and then. He was no celebrated
hero, though I have ventured to christen him after the great type of our
childhood ; he was an honest, outspoken young fellow, with a stubborn
temper and a tender heart, impressionable to outer things, although from
within it was not often that anything seemed to affect his even moods and
cheerful temper. He was a bright-faced, broad-set }roung fellow, about
six-and-twenty, with thick light hair, and eagleish eyes, and lips and
white teeth like a girl. His hands were like himself, broad and strong,
with wide competent fingers, that could fight and hold fast, if need be ;
and yet they were so clever and gentle withal, that children felt safe in
his grasp and did not think of crying, and people in trouble would clutch
at them when he put them out. Perhaps Jack did not always understand
the extent of the griefs for which his cheerful sympathy was better medicine
after all than any mere morbid investigations into their depths could have
proved.
CHAPTER II.
CORMORAN.
THE first time I ever heard of the Eev. John Trevithic was at Sandsea
one morning, when my maid brought in two cards, upon which were
inscribed the respective names of Miss Moineaux and Miss Triquett. I
had taken a small furnished house at the seaside (for H. was ailing in
those days, and had been ordered salt air by the doctors) ; we knew
nobody and nothing of the people of the place, so that I was at first a
little bewildered by the visit ; but I gathered from a few indescribable
JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 59B
indications that the small fluttering lady who came in sideways was Miss
Moineaux, and the bony, curty, scanty personage with the big hook-nose
,vho accompanied her Miss Triquett. They both sat down very politely,
as people do who are utter strangers to you and about to ask you for
money. Miss Moineaux fixed a little pair of clear meek imploring eyes
upon me. Miss Triquett took in the apartment with a quick uncomfort-
able swoop or ball-like glance. Then she closed her eyes for an instant
us she cleared her throat.
She need not have been at any great pains in her investigations ; the
ntory told itself. Two middle-aged women, with their desks and work-
baskets open before them, and The Times and some Indian letters just
come in, on the table, the lodging-house mats, screens, Windsor chairs,
und druggets, a fire burning for H.'s benefit, an open window for mine,
ihe pleasant morning wash and rush of the sea against the terrace upon
>vhich the windows opened, and the voices of H.'s grandchildren playing
outside. I can see all the cheerful glitter now as I write. I loved the
little place that strikes me so quaintly and kindly as I think of it. The
frun shone all the time we were there ; day by day I saw health and
strength coming into my H.'s pale face. The house was comfortable, the
walks were pleasant, good news came to us of those we loved. In short,
1 was happy there, and one cannot always give a reason for being happy.
]n the meantime, Miss Triquett had made her observations with her
wandering ball eyes.
t " We called," she said, in a melancholy clerical voice, " thinking that
you ladies might possibly be glad to avail yourselves of an opportunity for
subscribing to a testimonial which we are about to present to our friend
end pastor, the Eeverend John Trevithic, M.A., and for which my friend
Miss Moineaux and myself are fully prepared to receive subscriptions.
You are perhaps not aware that we lose him on Tuesday week ? "
" No, indeed," said I, and I am afraid my cap-strings began to rustle,
p. s they have a way of doing when I am annoyed.'
" I'm sure I'm afraid you must think it a great liberty of us to call,"
I urst in little Miss Moineaux, flurriedly, in short disconnected sentences.
' I trust you will pardon us. They say it is quite certain he is going.
We have had a suspicion — perhaps ..." Poor Miss Moineaux stopped
short, and turned very red, for Triquett's eye was upon her. She con-
t nued, falteringly, " Miss Triquett kindly suggested collecting a teapot
and strainer if possible, — it depends, of course, upon friends and admirers.
You know how one longs to show one's gratitude ; and I'm sure in our hope-
L',ss state of apathy we had so neglected the commonest pre-
cautions ''
Here Miss Triquett interposed. "The authorities were greatly to
Hame. Mr. Trevithic did his part, no more; but it is peculiarly as a
pastor and teacher that we shall miss him. It is a pity that you have not
baen aware of his ministry." (A roll of the eyes.) A little rustle and
c'lirrup from Miss Moineaux.
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" If the ladies had only heard him last Sunday afternoon, — no, I mean
the morning before."
" The evening appeal was still more impressive," said Miss TriquetL
" I am looking forward anxiously to his farewell next Sunday."
It was really too bad. Were these two strange women who had come
to take forcible possession of our morning-room about to discuss at any
length the various merits of Mr. Trevithic's last sermon but two, but
three, next but one, taking up my time, my room, asking for my money ?
I was fairly out of temper when, to my horror, H., in her flute voice from
the sofa, where she had been lying under her soft silk quilt, said, —
" Mary, will you give these ladies a sovereign for me towards the
teapot. Mr. Trevithic was at school with my Frank, and this is not, I
think, the first sovereign he has had from me."
Miss Triquett's eyes roved over to the sofa. It must have seemed
almost sacrilege to her to speak of Mr. Trevithic as a schoolboy, or even
to have known him in jackets. " It is as a tribute to the pastor that
these subscriptions are collected," said she, with some dignity, "not on
any lower "
But it was too late, for little Miss Moineaux had already sprang
forward with a grateful " Oh, thank you ! " and clasped H.'s thin hand.
And so at last we got rid of the poor little women. They fluttered off
with their prize, their thin silk dresses catching the wind as they skimmed
along the sands, their little faded mants and veils and curls and petticoats
flapping feebly after them, their poor little well-worn feet patting off in
search of fresh tribute to Trevithic.
" I declare they were both in love with him, ridiculous old gooses,"
said I. " How could you give them that sovereign ? "
"He was a delightful boy," said H. (She melts to all schoolboys
still, though her own are grown men and out in the world.) " I used to
he very angry with him ; he and Frank were always getting into scrapes
together," said H., with a smiling sigh, for Major Frank was on his way
home from India, and the poor mother could trust herself to speak of him
in her happiness. " I hope it is the right man," H. went on, laughing.
" You must go and hear the farewell oration, Mary, and tell me how many
of these little ladies are carried out of church."
They behaved like heroines. They never faltered or fainted, they gave
no outward sign (except, indeed, a stifled sob here and there). I think
the prospect of the teapot buoyed them up ; for after the service two or
three of them assembled in the churchyard, and eagerly discussed some
measure of extreme emphasis. They were joined by the gentleman who
had held the plate at the door, and then their voices died away into
whispers, as the rector and Mr. Trevithic himself came out of the little
side door, where Miss Bellingham, the rector's daughter, had been standing
waiting. The rector was a smug old gentleman in a nice Sunday tie. He
gave his arm to his daughter, and trotted along, saying, " How do ? how
do ?" to the various personages he passed.
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The curate followed : a straight and active young fellow, with a bright
lace, a face that looked right and left as he canie along. He didn't seein
embarrassed by the notice he excited. The four little girls from Coote Court
(so somebody called them) rushed forward to meet him, saying, " Good-
]>y, dear Mr. Trevithic, good-by." Mrs. Myles herself, sliding off to her
pony carriage, carrying her satin train all over her arms, stopped to smile,
;ind to put out a slender hand, letting the satin stuff fall into the dust.
Young Lord and Lady Wargrave were hurrying away with their various
quests, but they turned and came back to say a friendly word to this
popular young curate ; and Colonel Hambledon, Lord Wargrave's brother,
(;ave him a friendly nod, and said, "I shall look in one day before you
{jo." I happened to know the names of all these people, because I had
f at in Mrs. Myles's pew at church, and I had seen the Wargraves in
London.
The subscribers to the teapot were invited to visit it at Mr. Phillips's,
in Cockspur Street, to whom the design had been entrusted. It was a
very handsome teapot, as ugly as other teapots of the florid order, and
Ihe chief peculiarity was that a snake grasped by a clenched hand formed
ihe handle, and a figure with bandages on its head was sitting on the
melon on the lid. This was intended to represent an invalid recovering
from illness. Upon one side was the following inscription : —
TO
THE REV. JOHN TREVITHIC, M.A.,
FROM HIS PARISHIONERS AT SANDSEA,
IN GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE OF HIS EXERTIONS DURING THE
CHOLERA SEASON OF 18 — ,
jyV HIS SUCCESSFUL AND ENTERPRISING EFFORTS FOR THE IMPROVED DRAINAGE
OF HIGH STREET AND THE NEIGHBOURING ALLEYS,
ESPECIALLY THOSE
KNOWN AS "ST. MICHAEL'S BUILDINGS."
Upon the other,
TO THE REV. JOHN TREVITHIC, M.A.
I'-oth these inscriptions were composed ty Major Coote, of Coote Court, a
J . P. for the county. Several other magistrates had subscribed, and the
presentation paper was signed by most of the ladies of the town. I recog-
nized the bold autograph of Louisa Triquett, and the lady-like quill of
Sarah Moineaux, among the rest. H. figured as "Anon." down at the
bottom.
Jack had honestly earned his teapot, the pride of his mother's old heart.
I'e had worked hard during that unfortunate outbreak of cholera, and
v.hen the summer came round again, the young man had written quires,
rdden miles, talked himself hoarse, about this neglected sewer in St.
Michael's Buildings. The town council, finding that the whole of High
Street would have to be taken up, and what a very serious undertaking it
was likely to be, were anxious to compromise matters, and they might
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have succeeded in doing so if it had not been for the young man's deter-
mination. Old Mr. Bellingham, who had survived some seventy cholera
seasons, was not likely to be very active in the matter. Everybody was
away, as it happened, at that time except Major Coote, who was easily
talked over by anybody ; Jobsen, the mayor, had got hold of him, and
Trevithic had to fight the battle alone. One person sympathized with him
from the beginning, and talked to her father, and insisted, very persis-
tently, that he should see the necessity of the measure. This was Anne
Bellingham, who, with her soft pink eyes fixed on Trevithic's face, listened
to every word he said with interest — an interest which quite touched and
gratified the young man, breathless and weary of persuading fishmongers,
of trying to influence the sleek obstinate butcher, and the careworn baker
with his ten dusty children, and the stolid oil and colourman, who happened
to be the mayor that year. It seemed, indeed, a hopeless case to persuade
these worthy people to increase the rates, to dig up the High Street under
their very windows, to poison themselves and their families, and drive away
custom just as the season was beginning. John confessed humbly that he
had been wrong, that he should have pressed the matter more urgently
upon them in the spring, but he had been ill and away, if they remem-
bered, and others had promised to see to it. It would be all over in a
week, before their regular customers arrived.
Jack's eloquence succeeded in the end. How it came about I can
scarcely tell — he himself scarcely knew. He had raised the funds, written
to Lord Wargrave, and brought Colonel Hambledon himself down from
town ; between them they arranged with the contractors, and it was all
settled almost without anybody's leave or authority. One morning,
Trevithic hearing a distant rumbling of wheels, jumped up from his
breakfast and ran to his window. A file of carts and workmen were
passing the end of the street, men with pickaxes and shovels ; carts
laden with strange -looking pipes and iron bars. Mr. Moffat, the indig-
nant butcher, found a pit of ten feet deep at his shop-door that evening ;
and Smutt, the baker, in a fury, had to send his wife and children to her
mother, to be out of the way of the mess. In a week, however, the whole
thing was done, the pit was covered over, the foul stream they dreaded
was buried down deep in the earth, and then in a little while the tide of
opinion began to turn. "When all the coast was in a terror and confu-
sion, when cholera had broken out in one place and in another, and
the lodging-houses were empty, the shopkeepers loud in complaints, at
Sandsea, thanks to the well-timed exertions, as people call draining, not a
single case was reported, and though the season was not a good one for
ordinary times, compared to other neighbouring places, Sandsea was
triumphant. Smutt was apologetic, Moffat was radiant, and so was Anne
Bellingham in her quiet way. As for Miss Triquett, that devoted adherent,
she nearly jumped for joy, hearing that the mayor of the adjoining
watering-place was ill of the prevailing epidemic and not expected to live.
And then the winter went by, and this time of excitement passed over
JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 597
f .iid the spring-time came, and Jolm began to look about and ask questions
{.bout other men's doings and ways of life. It did not come upon him all
in one day that he wanted a change, but little by little he realized that
something was amiss. He himself could hardly tell what it was when
Colonel Hambledon asked him one day. For one thing I think his own
popularity oppressed him. He was too good-humoured and good-natured
rot to respond to the advances which met him from one side and another,
lut there were but few of the people, except Miss Bellingham, with
v horn he felt any very real sympathy, beyond that of gratitude and good-
fHlowship. Colonel Hambledon was his friend, but he was almost con-
stantly away, and the Wargraves too only came down from time to time.
Jack would have liked to see more of Mrs. Myles, the pretty widow, but
s le was the only person in the place who seemed to avoid him. Colonel
C oote was a silly good-natured old man ; Miss Triquett and Miss Moineaux
^ere scarcely companions. Talking to these ladies, who agreed with
e /ery word he said, was something like looking at his own face reflected in
a spoon.
Poor Trevithic used to long to fly when they began to quote his own
sisrmons to him ; but his practice was better than his preaching, and too
k nd-hearted to wound their feelings by any expression of impatience, he
would wait patiently while Miss Moineaux nervously tried to remember
what it was that had made such an impression upon her the last time she
h< :ard him ; or Miss Triquett expressed her views on the management of
tie poor-kitchen, and read out portions of her correspondence, such as :
" MY DEAREST MAEIA, — I have delayed answering your very kind
letter until the return of the warmer weather. Deeply as I sympathize
with your well-meant efforts for the welfare of your poorer neighbours, I
an sorry that I cannot subscribe to the fund you are raising for the
benefit of your curate."
" My aunt is blunt, very blunt," said Miss Triquett, explaining away any
lit lie awkwardness, "but she is very good, Mr. Trevithic, and you have
sometimes said that we must not expect too much from our relations ; I
try to remember that."
It was impossible to be seriously angry. Jack looked at her oddly as
she stood there by the pump in the market-place where she had caught
hi n. How familiar the whole scene was to him ; the village street, the
gable of the rectory on the hill up above, Miss Triquett's immovable glare ;
— a stern vision of her used to rise before him long after and make him
almost laugh, looking back from a different place and world, with strange
eyos that had seen so many things that did not exist for him in those dear
tiresome old days.
Jack and Miss Triquett were on their way to the soup-kitchen, where the
district meeting was held once a month. Seeing Colonel Hambledon across
tho street, Trevithic escaped for a minute to speak to him, while Triquett
went on. The ladies came dropping in one by one. It was a low room with a
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bow window on the street, and through an open door came a smell of
roast-mutton from the kitchen, where a fire was burning ; and a glimpse
of a poultry-yard beyond the kitchen itself. There were little mottos hung
up all about in antique spelling, such as " Caste thy bredde upon ye
watteres," the fancy and design of Mrs. Yickers, the present manager.
She was very languid, and high-church, and opposed to Miss Triquett and
her friend Miss Hutchetts, who had reigned there before Mrs. Yickers'
accession. This housekeeping was a serious business. It was a labour
of love, and of jealousy too : each district lady took the appointment in
turn, while the others looked on and ratified her measures. There was a
sort of house of commons composed of Miss Sirnmonds, who enjoyed a
certain consideration because she was so very fat ; good old Mrs. Fox, with
her white hair ; and Mrs. Champion, a sort of lord chancellor in petticoats ;
and when everybody made objections the housekeeper sometimes resigned.
Mrs. Yickers had held firm for some months, and here she is sorting out
little tickets, writing little bills into a book, and comparing notes with tho
paper lists which the ladies have brought in."
" Two-and-sixpence a week for her lodging, three children, two
deformed ; owes fifteen shillings, deserted wife, can get no relief from the
parent," Miss Moineaux reads out from her slip.
"That is a hopeless case," says Mrs. Champion; "let her go into
the workhouse."
" They have been there for months," says Miss Moineaux, perhaps.
"It is no use trying to help such people," says Miss Triquett,
decidedly.
"Here is a pretty doctrine," cried Miss Simmonds; " the worse off
folks are the less help they may expect."
" When people are hopelessly lazy, dirty, and diseased," said Miss
Triquett, with some asperity, "the money is only wasted which might be
invaluable to the deserving. As long as I am entrusted with funds from
this charity, I shall take care they are well bestowed."
" I — I have promised Gummers some assistance," faltered Miss
Moineaux.
Miss Simmonds. "And she Ought to have it, my dear."
Miss T. "I think you forget that it is for Mr. Trevithic to decide."
Miss 8. "I think you are forgetting your duty as a Christian woman."
Miss T. "I choose to overlook this insult. I will appeal to Mr.
Trevithic."
Miss 8. " Pray do not take the trouble to forgive me, Miss Triquett,
or to appeal to any one. Never since Miss Hutchetts went away
Miss T. " Miss Hutchetts is my friend, and I will not allow her namo
to be "
Exit Miss Moineaux in alarm to call for assistance. Miss Hutchetts,
as they all know, is the string of the shower-bath, the war-cry of the
Amazons.
The battle was raging furiously when Miss Moineaux came back and
JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 599
:lung herself devotedly into the melee. Miss Triquett was charging right
;ind left, shells were flying, artillery rattling. It was a wonder the windows
~,?ere not broken.
Mrs. Champion was engaged with a hand-to-hand fight with Miss
Simmonds. Mrs. Vickers was laughing, Miss Moineaux was trembling ;
out of the window poured such a clamorous mob of words and swell of
iroices that John and the Colonel stopped to listen instead of going in.
A dog and a puppy, attracted by the noise, stood wagging their tails in
ihe sun."
" Hutchetts — Christian dooty — dirty children — statistics — gammon,"
that was Miss Simmonds' voice, there was no mistaking. " Ladies, I
beg," from Mrs. Vickers ; and here the alarm-bell began to ring ten
minutes before the children's dinner, and the sun shone, and the heads
bobbed at the window, and all of a sudden there was a lull.
Trevithic, who like a coward had stopped outside while the battle was
i aging, ran up the low flight of steps to see what had been going on
now that the danger was over, the guns silent, and the field, perhaps,
strewed with the dead and the dying. No harm was done, he found,
A /hen he walked into the room, only Miss Triquett was hurt, her feelings
1 ad been wounded in the engagement, and she was murmuring that her
fiend Miss Hutchetts' character as a gentlewoman had been attacked,
but no one was listening to her. Mrs. Vickers was talking to a smiling
and pleasant-looking lady, who was standing in the middle of the room.
I don't know by what natural art Mary Myles had quieted all the turmoil
vhich had been raging a minute before, but her pretty winsome ways
tad an interest and fascination for them all ; for old Miss Triquett herself,
v ho had not very much that was pleasant or pretty to look at, and who
ty degrees seemed to be won over too to forget Miss Hutchetts, in her
interest in what this pretty widow was saying, — it was only something
about a school-treat in her garden. She stopped short and blushed as
Trevithic came in. " Oh, here is Mr. Trevithic," she said; "I will wait
till he has finished his business."
Jack would rather not have entered into it in her presence, but he
b 3gan as usual, and plodded on methodically, and entered into , the
niysteries of soup meat, and flannelling, and rheumatics, and the various
ills and remedies of life, but he could not help feeling a certain scorn for
h mself, and embarrassment and contempt for the shame he was feeling ;
a: id as he caught Mary Myles' bright still eyes curiously fixed upon him,
J;ick wondered whether anywhere else in the world, away from these
ci rious glances, he might not find work to do more congenial and worthy of
tl e name. It was not Mrs. Myles' presence which affected him so greatly,
bi it it seemed like the last grain in the balance against this chirrupping
tc i-drinking life he had been leading so long. It was an impossibility any
lo ager. He was tired of it. There was not one of these old women who
was not doing her part more completely than he was, with more heart and
gc od spirit than himself.
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Some one had spoken to him of a workhouse chaplaincy going begging
at Hammersley, a great inland town on the borders of Wales. Jack was
like a clock which begins to strike as soon as the hands point to the hour.
That very night he determined to go over and see the place ; and he wrote
to a friend of his at Hammersley to get him permission, and to tell the
authorities of the intention with which he came.
CHAPTER III.
AN OGRESS.
WHEN John Trevithie, with his radiant cheerful face, marched for the first
time through the wards of St. Magdalene's, the old creatures propped up on
their pillows to see him pass, both the master and mistress went with him,
duly impressed with his possible importance, and pointed out one person
and another ; and as the mighty trio advanced the poor souls cringed, and
sighed, and greeted them with strange nods, and gasps, and contortions.
John trudged along, saying little, but glancing right and left with his
bright eyes. He was very much struck, and somewhat overcome by the
sight of so much that was sad, and in orderly rows, and a blue cotton
uniform. Was this to be his charge ? all these hundreds of weary years,
all these aching limbs and desolate waifs from stranded homes, this
afflicted multitude of past sufferings. He said nothing but walked along
with his hands in his pockets, looking in vain to see some face brighten at
the master's approach. The faces worked, twitched, woke up eagerly, but
not one caught the light which is reflected from the heart. What endless
wards, what a labyrinth of woes enclosed in the whitewashed walls. A
few poor prints of royal personages, and of hop -gathering, and Christmas
out of the London News, were hanging on them. Whitewash and blue
cotton, and weary faces in the women's wards ; whitewash and brown fustian,
and sullen, stupid looks in the men's : this was all Trevithie carried away
in his brain that first day ; — misery and whitewash, and a dull choking
atmosphere, from which he was ashamed almost to escape out into the
street, into the square, into the open fields outside the town, across which
his way led back to the station.
Man proposes, and if ever a man honestly proposed and determined to
do his duty, it was John Trevithie, stretched out in his railway corner,
young and stout of heart and of limb, eager for change and for work. He
was not very particular ; troubles did not oppose him morbidly. He had
not been bred up in so refined a school that poverty and suffering frightened
him ; but the sight of all this hopelessness, age, failure, all neatly stowed
away, and whitewashed over in those stony wards, haunted him all the way
home. They haunted him all the way up to the rectory, where he was to dine
that evening, and between the intervals of talk, which were pretty frequent
after Miss Bellingham had left the room and the two gentlemen to their
claret. Jack had almost made up his mind, and indeed he felt like a
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traitor as he came into the drawing-room, and he saw how Anne brightened
up as she beckoned him across the room and made him sit down beside
her. A great full harvest-moon was shining in at the window, a nightingale
was singing its melancholy song, a little wind blew in and rustled round
the room, and Anne, in her muslins and laces, looked like a beautiful pale
pensive dream-lady by his side. Perhaps he might not see her again,
he thought rather sentimentally, and that henceforth their ways would lie
asunder. But how kind she had been to him. How pretty she was. What
graceful womanly ways she had. How sorry he should be to part from
her. He came away and said good-by quite sadly, looking in her face
with a sort of apology, as if to beg her pardon for what he was going to
do. He had a feeling that she would be sorry that he should leave her —
a little sorry, although she was far removed from him. • The nightingale
sang to him all the way home along the lane, and Jack slept very sound,
and awoke in the morning quite determined in his mind. As his landlady
brought in his breakfast-tray he said to himself that there was nothing
more to keep him at Sandsea, and then he sat down and wrote to
Mr. Bellingham that instant, and sent up the note by Mrs. Bazley's boy.
A little later in the day Trevithic went over to the rectory himself. He
\vanted to get the matter quite settled, for he could not help feeling sorry
is he came along and wondering whether he had been right after all. He
asked for the rector and the man showed him into the study, and in a
ninute more the door opened, but it was Miss Bellingham, not her father,
who came in.
She looked very strange and pale, and put out two trembling hands, in
one of which she was holding John's letter.
" Oh, Mr. Trevithic, what is this ? what does this mean ? " she said.
What indeed ? he need never have written the words, for in another
ninute, suddenly Miss Bellingham burst into tears.
They were very ill-timed tears as far as her own happiness was
concerned, as well as that of poor John Trevithic, who stood by full
of compassion, of secret terror at ,his own weakness, of which for the
nrst time he began to suspect the extent. He was touched and greatly
Affected. He walked away to the fireplace and came back and stood
before her, an honest, single-hearted young fellow, with an immense
Compassion for weak things, such as women and children, and a great
confidence in himself; and as he stood there he flushed in a struggle
of compassion, attraction, revulsion, pity, and cruel disappointment.
'Chose tears coming just then relieved Anne Bellingham's heavy heart
:.s they flowed in a passionate stream, and at the same time they
iiuenched many a youthful fire, destroyed in their track many a dream
of battle and victory, of persevering struggle and courageous efforts
lor the rights of the wronged upon earth. They changed the course of
Trevithic's life at the time, though in the end, perhaps, who shall say
that it was greatly altered by the complainings and foolish fondness of this
} >oor soul whom he was now trying to quiet and comfort ? I, for my part,
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don't believe that people are so much affected by circumstance in the
long run as some people would have it. We think it a great matter that
we turned to the right or the left ; but both paths go over the hill. Jack,
as his friends called him, had determined to leave a certain little beaten
track of which he was getting weary, and he had come up to say good-by to
a friend of his, and to tell her that he was going, and this was the result.
- She went on crying — she could not help herself now. She was a
fragile -looking little thing, a year or so younger than Jack, her spiritual
curate and future husband, whom she had now known for two years.
" You see there is nothing particular for me to do here," he stammered,
blushing. " A great strong fellow like myself ought to be putting his
shoulder to the wheel."
" I — I had so hoped that you had been happy here with us," said
Miss Bellingham.
" Of course I have been happy — happier than I have ever been in my
life," said Jack, with some feeling ; " and I shall never forget your kind-
ness ; but the fact is, I have been too happy. This is a little haven
where some worn-out old veteran might recruit and grow young again in
your kind keeping. It's no place for a raw recruit like myself."
" Oh, think — oh, think of it again," faltered Anne. ''Please change
your mind. We would try and make it less — less worldly — more like
what you wish."
" No, dear lady," said Trevithic, half smiling, half sighing. " You
are goodness and kindness itself, but I must be consistent, I'm afraid.
Nobody wants me here ; I may be of use elsewhere, and .... Oh !
Miss Bellingham, don't — don't — pray don't "
" You know — you know you are wanted here," cried Miss Bellingham ;
and the momentous tears began to flow again down her cheeks all
unchecked, though she put up her fingers to hide them. She was
standing by a table, a slim creature, in a white dress. " Oh, forgive
me ! " she sobbed, and she put out one tear- washed hand to him, and then
she pushed him away with her weak violence, and went and flung herself
down into her father's big chair, and leant against the old red cushion in
an agony of grief, and shame, and despair. Her little dog began barking
furiously at John, and her bird began to sing, and all the afternoon sun
was streaming and blinding into the room.
" Oh', don't, don't despise me," moaned the poor thing, putting up her
weary hand to her head. The action was so helpless, the voice so pathetic,
that Trevithic resisted no longer.
" Despise you, my poor darling," said John, utterly melted and over-
come, and he stooped over, and took the poor little soul into his arms.
" I see," he said, " that we two must never be parted again, and if I go,
you must come with me." ....
It was done. It was over. When Jack dashed back to his lodging
it was in a state of excitement so great that he had hardly time to ask
himself whether it was for the best or the worst. The tears of the trembling
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appealing little quivering figure had so unnerved him, so touched and
affected him, that he had hardly known what he said or what he did not
say, his pity and innate tenderness of heart had carried him away ; it was
more like a mother than a lover that he took this poor little fluttering bird
into his keeping, and vowed and prayed to keep it safe. But everything was
vague, and new, and unlifelike as yet. The future seemed floating with
shadows and vibrations, and waving and settling into the present. He
had left home a free man, with a career before him, without ties to check
him or to hold him back (except, indeed, the poor old mother in her little
house at Barfleet, but that clasp was so slight, so gentle, so unselfish, that
it could scarcely be counted one now). And now, * Chained and bound by
the ties of our sins,' something kept dinning in his bewildered brain.
Mrs. Bazley opened the door with her usual grin of welcome, and
asked him if he had lunched, or if she should bring up the tray. Trevithic
shook his head, and brushed past her up the stairs, leaping three or four
at a time, and he dashed into his own room, and banged the door, and
went and leant up against the wall, with his hand to his head, in a dizzy,
sickened, miserable bewilderment, at which he himself was shocked and
frightened. What had he done, what would this lead to ? He paced up
and down his room until he could bear it no longer, and then he went
back to the rectory. Anne had been watching for him, and came out to
meet him, and^slid her jealous hand in his arm.
" Come away," she whispered. " There are some people in the
house. Mary Myles is there talking to papa. I have not told him yet.
I can't believe it enough to tell any one."
John could hardly believe it either, or that this was the Miss Bel-
lingham he had known hitherto. She seemed so dear, so changed, this
indolent county beauty, this calm young mistress of the house, now
bright, quick, excited, moved to laughter : a hundred sweet tints and
colours seemed awakened and brought to light which he had never 'noticed
or suspected before.
" I have a reason," Anne went on. "I want you to speak of this to
no one but me and papa. I will tell you very soon, perhaps to-morrow.
Here, come and sit under the lilac-tree, and then they cannot see us from
the drawing-room."
Anne's reason was this, tjiat the rector of a living in her father's gift
was dying, but she was not sure that Jack would be content to wait for a
dead man's shoes, and she gave him no hint of a scheme she had made.
The news of John's departure spread very quickly, but that of his
engagement was only suspected ; and no allusion to his approaching
marriage was made when the teapot was presented to him in state.
I have ventured to christen my hero Jack, after a celebrated champion
of that name ; but we all know how the giant-killer himself fell asleep in
the forest soon after he received the badge of honour and distinction to
which he was so fairly entitled. Did poor John Trevithic, now the
possessor of the teapot of honour, fall asleep thus early on his travels
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and forget all his hopes and his schemes ? At first, in the natural excite-
ment of his engagement, he put off one plan and another, and wrote to
delay his application for the chaplaincy of the workhouse. He had made a
great sacrifice for Anne : for he was not in love with her, as he knew from
the very beginning : but he soon fell into the habit of caring for her and
petting her, and, little by little, her devotion and blind partiality seemed
to draw him nearer and nearer to the new ways he had accepted. The
engagement gave great satisfaction. Hambledon shook him warmly by the
hand, and said something about a better vocation than Bumbledom and
workhouses. Jack bit his lips. It was a sore point with him, and he could
not bear to think of it.
How Anne had begged and prayed and insisted, and put up her gentle
hands in entreaty, when he had proposed to take her to live there.
" It would kill me," she said. " Oh, John, there is something much
better, much more useful for you coming in a very little while. I wanted
people to hear of our marriage and of our new home together. Poor old
Mr. Yorken is dead. Papa is going to give us his Lincolnshire living ; it
is his very own. Are you too proud to take anything from me, to whom
you have given your life ? ' ' And her wistful entreaties were not without
their effect, as she clung to him with her strange jealous eagerness. The
determined young fellow gave in again and again. He had fallen into one
of those moods of weakness and irresolution of which one has heard even
among the fiercest and boldest of heroes. It was so great a sacrifice to
him to give up his dreams that it never occurred to him for a moment
that he was deserting his flag. It w^as a strange transformation which had
come over this young fellow, of which the least part was being married.
I don't know whether the old ladies were disappointed or not that he
did not actually go away as soon as was expected. The announcement of
his marriage, however, made up for everything else, and they all attended
the ceremony. Mr. and Mrs. Trevithic went away for their honeymoon,
and to see old Mrs. Trevithic at Barfleet, and then they came back to the
rectory until the house in Lincolnshire should be ready to receive them.
For some time after his marriage, Jack could hardly believe that so
great an event had come about so easily. Nothing was much changed ;
the port- wine twinkled in the same decanters, the old rector dozed off in
his chair after dinner, the sunset streamed into the dining-room from the
same gap in the trees which skirted the churchyard. Anne, in the
drawing-room in her muslins and lilac ribbons, sewed her worsted work
in her corner by the window, or strummed her variations on the pianoforte.
Tumty tinkle tumty — no — tinkle tumty tumty, as she corrected herself at
the same place in the same song. "Do you know the songs without
words ? " she used to say to him when he first came. Know them ! At
the end of six weeks poor Jack could have told you every note of the
half-dozen songs which Anne had twittered out so often, only she put
neither song nor words -to the notes, nor time, nor anything but pedals
and fingers. One of these she was specially fond of playing. It begins
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with, a few tramping chords and climbs on to a solemn blast that might
be sonnded in a cathedral or at the triumphant funeral of a warrior dying
in victory. Anne had taken it into her head to play this with expression,
anc. to drag out the crisp chords — some of them she thought sounded
prettier in a higher octave — and then she would look up with an archly
affectionate smile as she finished. Jack used to respond with a kind
little nod of the head at first, but he could not admire his wife's playing,
and he wished she would mind her music and not be thinking of herself
and nodding at him all the time. Had he promised to stuff up his ears
with cotton-wool and to act fibs at the altar ? He didn't know ; he rather
thoMght he had — he — psha ! Where was that number of the North British
Eeiiew ? and the young man went off into his study to look for it and
to e scape from himself.
Poor Jack ! He dimly felt now and then that all his life he should have
to listen to tunes such as these, and be expected to beat time to them.
Like others before and since, he began to feel that what one expects and
whfrt is expected of one, are among the many impossible conditions of life.
Yoi don't get it and you don't give it, and you never will as long as you
live, except, indeed, when Heaven's sacred fire of love comes to inspire and
teach you to do unconsciously and gladly what is clearer and nearer and
more grateful than the result of hours of straining effort and self-denial. '
But these hours were a long way off as yet, and Jack was still asking
himself how much longer it would all last, and how could it be that he
was here settled for life and a married man, and that that pale little
woman with the straight smooth light hair was his wife, and that fat old
gentleman fast asleep, who had been his rector a few weeks ago, was his
father-in*law now, while all the world went on as usual, and nothing had
changed except the relations of these three people to each other ?
Poor Jack ! He had got a treasure of a wife, I suppose. Anne
Bellingham had ruled at the rectory for twenty-four years with a calm,
despotic sway that old Mr. Bellingham never attempted to dispute. Gentle,
obstinate, ladylike, graceful, with a clear complexion, and one of those
thin transparent noses which some people admire, she glided about in her
full flitting skirts, feeling herself the prop and elegant comforter of her
father's declining years. She used to put rosebuds into his study ; and
thorgh old Mr. Bellingham didn't care for flowers, and disliked anything
upon his table, he never thought of removing the slender glass fabric his
daughter's white fingers had so carefully ornamented. She took care that
clean muslin covers, with neat little bows at each corner, should duly
succeed one another over the back of the big study chair. It is time the
muslin scratched Mr. Bellingham' s bald head, and he once ventured to
remove the objectionable pinafore with his careful, clumsy old fingers ; but
next day he found it was firmly and neatly stretched down in its place
again, and it was beyond his skill to unpick the threads. Anne also took
care that her father's dressing things should be put oitt for dinner ; and if
the poor old gentleman delayed or tried to evade the ceremony, the startled
606 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER,
man who cleaned the plate and waited upon them was instructed to tell
his master that the dressing-hell had rung : housemaids came in to tidy
the room ; windows were opened to renew the air : the poor rector could
only retire and do as he was hid. How Anne had managed all her life to
get her own way in everything is more than I can explain. It was a very
calm, persistent, commonplace way, but every one gave in to it. And so
it happened that as soon as Jack was her hushand, Anne expected
that he was to change altogether ; see with her pink, watery eyes ; care
for the things she cared for ; and he content henceforth with her mild
aspirations after county society in this world, and a good position in the
next. Anne imagined, in some vague manner, that these were both good
things to be worked out together by punctuality on Sundays, family
prayer, a certain amount of attention to their neighbours (varying, of
course, with the position of the persons in question), and due regard for
the decencies of life. To see her rustling into church in her long silk
dress and French bonnet, with her smooth bands of hair, the slender
hands neatly gloved, and the prayer-book, hymn-book, pocket-hand-
kerchief, and smelling-bottle, all her little phylacteries in their places,
was an example to the neighbourhood. To the vulgar Christians straggling
in from the lodging-houses and the town, and displaying their flyaway hats
or highly-pomatumed heads of hair ; to the little charity children, gaping
at her over the wooden gallery ; to St. Mary Magdalene up in the window,
with her tangled locks ; to Mrs. Coote herself, who always came in late, with
her four little girls tumbling over her dress and shuffling after her ; not to
mention Trevithic himself, up in his reading desk, leaning back in his chair.
For the last six months, in the excitement of his presence, in the disturbance
of her usual equable frame of mind, it was scarcely the real Anne B^lingham
he had known, or, maybe perhaps, it was the real woman stirred out of her
Philistinism by the great tender hand of nature and the wonderful inspi-
ration of love. Now, day by day her old ways began to grow upon her.
Jack had not been married three weeks before a sort of terror began quietly
to overwhelm him, a terror of his wife's genteel infallibility. As for Anne,
she had got what she wanted ; she had cried for the moon, and it was
hers ; and she, too, began almost immediately to feel that now she had
got it she did not know what to do with it exactly. She wanted it to
turn the other way, and it wouldn't go, and to rise at the same hour, and
it seemed to change day by day on purpose to vex her.
And then she cried again, poor woman ; but her tears were of little
avail. I suppose Jack was very much to blame, and certainly at this
time his popularity declined a little, and people shrugged their shoulders
and said he was a lucky young fellow to get a pretty girl and a good
living and fifteen thousand pounds in one morning, and that he had
feathered his nest well. And so he had, poor fellow, only too well, for
to be sunk in a moral feather-bed is not the most enviable of fates to an
active -minded man of six or seven and twenty.
The second morning after their return Anne had dragged him out to
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he; favourite lilac-tree bench upon the height in the garden, from whence
yo'i can see all the freshness of the morning brightening from bay to bay
groen, close at hand, salt wave and more green down below, busy life on
land, and a flitting, drifting, white-sailed life upon the water. As
Tr ovithic looked at it all with a momentary admiration, his wife said, —
" Isn't it much nicer to be up here with me, John, than down in
those horrid lodgings in the town ? "
And John laughed, and said, Yes, the air was very delicious."
" You needn't have worked so hard at that draining if you had been
living up here," Anne went on, quite unconsciously. "I do believe one
mij^ht live for ever in this place and never get any harm, from those
miserable places. I hear there is small-pox in Mark's Alley. Promise
me, dear, that you will not go near them."
" I am afraid I must go if they want me," said John.
" No, dearest," Anne said gently. <l You have to think of me first
now. It would be wrong of you to go. Papa and I have never had the
sm; ill-pox."
Trevithic didn't answer. As his wife spoke, something else spoke
too. The little boats glittered and scudded on; the whole sight was as
swt et and prosperous as it had been a minute before ; but he was not
loojdng at it any more ; a strange new feeling had seized hold of him, a
devil of sudden growth, and Trevithic was so little used to self- con-
ten plation and inner experience, that it shocked him and frightened him
to and himself standing there calmly talking to his wife, without any
quarrel angry in his heart, without any separation parted from her.
" Anne and I could not be farther apart at this instant," thought John,
"if I were at the other side of that sea, and she standing here all
alone."
" What is the matter?" said poor Anne, affectionately, brushing a
little thread off his coat.
" Can't you understand ? " said he, drawing away.
" Understand ? " Anne repeated. " I know that you are naughty, and
wart to do what you must not think of."
" I thought that when I married you, you cared for the things that I
care about," cried poor John, exasperated by her playfulness, " and under-
stood that a man must do his business in life, and that marriage does not
absolve him from every other duty. I thought you cared — you said you
did-— for the poor people in trouble down there. Don't make it difficult
for me to go to them, dear."
•' No, dear John. I could not possibly allow it," said his wife,
decidedly. "You are not a doctor; it is not your business to nurse
sma[l-pox patients. Papa never thinks of going where there is infection."
•' My dear Anne," said John, fairly out of temper, " nobody ever
thought your father had done his duty by the place, and you must allow
your husband to go his own way, and not interfere any more."
' It is very, very wrong of you, John, to say such things," said Anne,
608 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER,
flushing, and speaking very slowly and gentry. " You forget yourself and
me too, I think, when you speak so coarsely. You should begin your
reforms at home, and learn to control your temper before you go and
preach to people with dreadful illnesses. They cannot possibly want you,
or be in a fit state to be visited."
If Anne had only lost her temper, flared up at him, talked nonsense,
he could have borne it better, but there she stood, quiet, composed,
infinitely his superior in her perfect self-possession. Jack left her all
ashamed of himself, in a fume and a fury, as he strode down into the
town.
The small-pox turned out to be a false alarm, spread by some ingenious
parishioners who wished for relief and who greatly disliked the visits of
the excellent district ladies, and the matter was compromised. But that
afternoon Miss Triquett, meeting John in the street, gave a penetrating
and searching glance into his face. He looked out of spirits. Miss
Triquett noticed it directly, and her heart, which had been somewlat
hardened against him, melted at once.
Jack and his wife made it up. Anne relented, and something of her
better self brought her to meet him half-way. Once more the strange
accustomed feeling came to him, on Sundays especially. Old Billy Hunsden
came cloppetting into church just as usual. There was the clerk, with his
toothless old warble joining in with the chirp of the charity-school children.
The three rows of grinning little faces were peering at him from the organ-
loft. There was the empty bench at the top, where the mistress sat
throned in state ; the marble rolled down in the middle of the second
lesson, with all the children looking preternaturally innocent and as if they
did not hear the noise ; the old patches of colour were darting upon the
pulpit cushion from St. Mary Magdalene's red scarf in the east window.
These are all small things, but they had taken possession of my hero, John,
one afternoon, who was preaching away the first Sunday after he had come
back from his wedding-trip, hardly knowing what he said, but conscious
of Anne's wistful gaze from the rectory pew, and of the curious eyes of all
the old women in the free- seats, who dearly love a timely word, and who
had made up their minds to be stirred up that Sunday. It was not a bad
sermon, but it was of things neither the preacher nor his congregation
cared to hear veiy much.
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Sattriste xrf %
SCJIE difference of opinion has always existed amongst men of letters as
to the importance which ought to be attached to the work done by satire
in the world's history. Mr. Hallam was inclined, we think, to underrate
it ; which is the more remarkable since his own generation afforded a
memorable instance of its influence. Not men of literature only, but the
gravest politicians of both sides, were agreed that Beranger did more to
overthrow the Bourbons than any other single Frenchman. And Beranger' s
siriple instrument was, as he says himself, satire chantee ; he did his work
soJely by satirical song. The poet to whom he is oftenest compared,
Burns, had not the stimulant of a revolution to give his wit a direction
so thoroughly political. Nevertheless, Burns too produced a distinct
social effect by a similar exercise of his talent. He helped to make Scotch
fanaticism weak, by making it ludicrous ; and consigned " Holy Willie "
anl his comrades to the same ridiculous list in which Beranger placed
the Jesuits of Charles Dix. Satire, it would seem, supplies an element
which is necessary to the complete success of any historical movement.
It enlists the worldly part of mankind in a cause, and makes them
co operate with the, enthusiasts. It carries great questions into people's
hours of amusement, and associates them with fun and hilarity. It
represents, essentially, the common-sense view of affairs ; and thus acts
as a check even on the extravagances of its own side. Accordingly, we
hai'dly know a period of importance in the records of the race which has
nou left us some specimens of the satirical art. Dig where we will, satirical
weapons are found ; and their shape and make throw a valuable light on
the generations which used them. The loss of Aristophanes would have
im olved the loss of some of the most striking qualities of the Greek lan-
guage, and of a thousand instructive details of Athenian life. The loss of
Be ••anger would involve the loss of some of the most classic French that has
be( n written since the days of La Fontaine and Racine ; and would blot out
a chapter in the history of Parisian opinion and Parisian manners.
The satirists of whom we are now to speak are less known than any.
Fo;.1 the most part they wrote in Latin, and the modern Latin writers of
En rope hang suspended between the ancient and modern worlds without
belonging to either. Nevertheless, there are symptoms that the literary
character of the Reformation is now recognized more amply than it used
to be, of which Mr. Seebohm's late volume is one. The popular books on
the subject make little account except of the preachers, — who, indeed,
are usually spoken of as the Reformers proper. But before the preachers
covld do their work at all, the way had been prepared for them by scholars
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and men of letters, humorists and wits. Reuchlin, Erasmus, Ulric von
Hutten, Rabelais, Sir David Lindsay, and Buchanan, — these men and
their friends were earlier in the field than the Luthers, Calvins, and
Knoxes, and were of no less value in their own part of the fight. They
supplied the ideas of the great revolution, and disseminated them amongst
the middle and upper classes by whom it was made. They prevented it
from becoming a mere mob movement, which must have destroyed
civilization, and led to a reaction tenfold worse than that which actually
took place. Nor do we think it of vital consequence that some of them,
like Erasmus and our own More, never left the ancient Church at all.
Their spirit did not the less work whether in the modification of the old
institution, or the formation of the new. Rabelais, for instance, did his
share of. the business through the agency of successive generations. He
was an ancestor of Moliere, who was an ancestor of Beranger ; and though
France remains nominally Roman Catholic, its Catholicism is very
different from what it would have been but for the wholesome Rabelaisian
inspiration. And so with the good Erasmus. He detested schism, and
every other kind of disorder. He was elderly and gouty when the
stormy part of the Reformation began. He died in unity with the Holy
See, and very much in bad odour with Luther and his friends. But not
a grain of his Attic salt was lost to the cause of improvement ; and the
'memory of his priestly character in the Church has long been merged in
that of his higher character as a priest of letters. He was a scholar by
nature ; he was a priest only by accident. His tonsure is altogether
hidden by his laurel.
Of the life of Erasmus a sketch wTas given in this Magazine some
time ago, but our notice of his works was necessarily casual and brief.
We do not disparage him by calling him a satirist, for comedy was one
of the elements in which he lived ; and a thousand jets of playful satire
break out through the voluminous pages of his stately folios. His satire
is of the Horatian rather than the Juvenalian school ; pleasant, mirthful,
pungent, rather than ferocious and biting. His predominant idea is to
draw a contrast between the simple holiness of primitive Christianity and
the coiTupt fabric of his own time ; and he points the contrast by
humorous little delineations of contemporary theologians and monks, and
humorous little hits at their pedantry, ignorance, and vices. It is
characteristic of Erasmus that he did not write professed satires. He
mixed his satire, like a leaven, with serious discussion or apparently
harmless comedy. Thus, in the dedication of his edition of Jerome, he
says: — "We kiss the old shoes and dirty handkerchiefs of the saints,
and we neglect their books, which are the more holy and valuable relics.
We lock up their shirts and clothes in cabinets adorned with jewels . . .
and leave their writings to mouldiness and vermin." And in the Enco-
mium Moria, or Praise of Folly, which he wrote in London after his visit
to Italy — about 1508 — he does not come to ecclesiastical abuses until he
has run over many other kinds of human absurdity. It is then, with a
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Tory quiet and sly irony — not the irony of a Swift — that he shows at what
a disadvantage the Apostles would be for want of scholastic knowledge if
brought face to face with the Scotists, Thomists, Albertists, &c. of his
time. They piously consecrated the Eucharist, he says, but if inter-
rogated as to the terminus a quo, and the terminus ad quern, or as to the
moment of time when transubstantiation takes place — seeing that the
M ords effecting it are in flux-u — they would never be able to answer with
the acumen of "the Scotists. Paul, he observes, defines faith and charity
p mini mar/istraliter. He and his brother Apostles care much more for
these, and for good works, than for the opus operans and the opus
o^eratum. Nor do they tell us whether charity be a substance or an
accident, a created or an uncreated thing. It would be a good thing,
Erasmus thinks, if all these scholastic sects could be put to use — by
bDing sent out to fight the Turks. This branch of his satire is levelled at
the old educational system, which was a vital part of the antique state of
tilings, and which he and his friends, such as Buda3us in France, and
Peuchlin in Germany, were labouring to supersede by the classical
li orature, — the chief agent in the intellectual work of the Reformation.
But he deals with less abstract matters presently, and complains that
p -actical piety is left by the lay rulers of the world to the plebs. The
p'ebs, he says, hand it over to the clergy as their business ; the secular
clergy hand it over to the regulars ; the laxer regulars to the stricter
ones ; all of them together to the mendicants ; and the mendicants to the
Carthusians, — amongst whom alone piety lies buried, and so buried that
it is scarcely ever to be seen ! A happy illustration of the true Christian
humility follows, where Erasmus reminds his readers that the Holy Spirit
descended in the form of a dove, and not of an eagle or a kite. Such are
a few of the most characteristic touches of the Encomium Moria, written
when Erasmus was the guest of More (it is pleasant to remember that
h s very best friends were Englishmen), and illustrated by the pencil of
1-1 olbein with satirical engravings, which are repeated in the great edition
oi' Le Clerc.
The Colloquia belong to a later period of the scholar's career ; and
besides their dramatic liveliness and literature, contain many amusing
ssiirical passages, — especially against the monks, who were the favourite
b itts of the men of letters, or "humanists," of that important age. It
was they who hated the new literature with the deadliest hate — a hate
which their ignorance of it well matched. It was their declamatory
p -eaching that worked on the superstitious feelings of women and of the
rrbble. So their greasy gluttony, their brutal illiterateness, their greed
f( r money, their secret riotousness in sin, were fair game for satirists of
every kind ; and Erasmus loved to handle them with the playful and
elegant mockery which Horace had brought to bear on the sham Stoics of
the Roman Empire. Opening the Colloquia at the dialogue Funus, we
find mendicants of four orders assembled round the bed of a dying man.
" "What," exclaims Marcolphus, hearing this, " so many vultures to one
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carcass ! " The mendicants, however, have a squabble in the hall, while
the master of the house is in his last agony ; and representatives of a
fifth order, the Cruciferi, having come in, they all set upon them unani-
mously. The superstitious old gentleman is finally laid on ashes in the
habit of a Franciscan, and dies with a Dominican shouting consolation
into one ear, and a Franciscan into the other. The description is too
picturesque as a whole to be capable of being done justice to in such
extracts as our limits permit. We wish only to illustrate the character of
the satire of Erasmus, which ranged over a wide field of obsolete nuisances,
• — foolish pilgrimages, hypocritical funeral pomp, the extravagant adornment
of saintly shrines, the superstitious locking-up of poor girls in convents,
the scandalous brutalities of wars, and many more. Erasmus did not
spare the dignitaries of the Church any more than the monks ; though
among them were found some like our own Archbishop Warham, who
were the steadiest friends of learning. " If there is any labour to be
undertaken," says he, " they leave it to Peter and Paul who have plenty
of leisure ; but the splendour and pleasure they take to themselves." One
of the liveliest ecclesiastical sarcasms in the Cotloquia occurs in the Charon,
where he makes the old ferryman tell Alastor that the groves in the
Elysian Fields have all been used up for burning the shades of the heretics
— exurendis hcureticorum umbris ! "We have been obliged," Charon adds,
"to go to the bowels of the earth for coals." The whole dialogue is a
happy adaptation of one of the classical traditions to modern ideas.
Another and still more exquisite instance of this occurs in the Convivium
Relifjiosum, where Erasmus says that he can never read such works as the
Phado of Plato without longing to say Sancte Socrates, ora pro nobis !
Few men have owed more to the ancients than the Sage of Kotterdam ;
but assuredly still fewer have paid them so much back.
The wit of Erasmus was not confined to his writings. He shot out
many pleasant bons mcts which flew over Europe ; and some of which
stuck like barbs in the fat ribs of the bigots. " The fire of Purgatory,"
said he, " is very useful to these fellows' kitchens." " Luther has done two
bad things," he told the Elector Frederick ; "he has attacked the crown of
the pope and the bellies of the monks." He expressed his wonder that
the images did not work miracles when the mobs began to destroy them ;
they had done so many when there was no need for it. The Lutherans
themselves came in for their share of banter from the old humorist,
whose care it was to keep an " honest mean," as Pope says, between the
parties. It was observed that the first thing an ardent Reformer did on
breaking with the Church was to get a wife ; so when people were speak-
ing of the movement as " a tragedy," "Nay," said Erasmus, "a comedy,
— where the end is generally a wedding." Such were some of the bubbles
which rose to the surface of the veteran's favourite burgundy as he sat in
his latter years in Basle, looking out on the world with the solid sagacious
face, and the large mouth, the delicate lines of which suggest sensibility
and humour, so familiar to us all on the canvas of Holbein.
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That Erasmus was the greatest of all the satirists of the Reformation,
ar d the one who had most influence on Europe, no competent student of
this branch of literature will deny. The place of honour next him belongs
to another scion of the Teutonic race, the knightly wit, the daring adven-
turer, the free-living champion of the Gospel and of letters, Ulric von
Huttcn. Hutten was twenty-three years younger than Erasmus, having
been born — at his ancestral chateau of Stekelberg, on the Maine, of one
of the noblest Franconian families — in 1488. He was sent to school as a
boy at the Abbey of Fulda, from which he ran away to Cologne ; and this
WLS a characteristic commencement of his wandering existence. From
Cologne he went to Frankfort-on-the-Oder, where he took his master's
degree in arts. He is next found in the north of Germany, sustained by
tho aid of the Margrave of Brandenburg ; and appears at Wittenberg in
1510. Here he composed his Ars Versificatoria, after which he wintered
at Vienna, and proceeded in 1512 to study law at Pavia. But Pavia was
besieged by the Swiss, and being ill-treated both by them and their French
enemies, Hutten made for Bologna. About this period he was so poor
that he enlisted for a time as a soldier in the Austrian army. Returning
to Germany in 1514, he vainly paid his addresses to the Emperor Maxi-
milian ; but was received into the service of De Stein, Chancellor to the
Elactor of Mayence. After a second visit to Italy, he was laureated by
tho Emperor, and taken into the employment of the Elector of Mayence,
who sent him on a mission to Paris. Soon after, he joined the con-
federates who had leagued themselves against the Duke of Wiirtemberg,
tho murderer of John von Hutten, his cousin ; and with them he served a
campaign. In 1519, he was again in Mayence, from which he was
expelled for his violent writings against Rome ; and he attached himself
to Franz von Sickingen, a kindred spirit, who perished in the German
fends of 1523. Hutten fled to Switzerland, and died in the island of
Ufaau, on the Lake of Zurich, in 1525.
Such is a brief summary of the career of a man whose life was at once
a romance and a comedy ; who, half soldier of fortune and half literary
adventurer, and living, it would seem, much in the fashion of both classes,
joined the Lutherans from a point of view of his own, and did essential
service to their cause. He was a reformer, partly as a humanist, in the
interest of letters ; and partly as a German, who disdained to be governed
in spiritual matters from the other side of the Alps. His talent was
essentially a satirical one, ranging from pungent eloquence, in such works
as his dialogue, Vadiscus or Trias, fiomana, to dramatic invention and
rich ludicrous unctuous humour, in the famous Epistola Obscurorum
Virorum, the appearance of which makes an epoch in the history of the
Reformation.
The fate of this celebrated satire (" the great national satire of
Gei-many," as Sir William Hamilton has called it) in our own literature
ha^ been curious. Wlienever it has not been neglected, it has been the
sulject of the most singular blunders — the last, though perhaps the least
614 THE SATIRISTS OF THE REFORMATION.
surprising, being those of the bookmakers of our own day. "When it was
reprinted in Queen Anne's time, Steele made precisely the same mistake about
it which had been made by British Dominicans and Franciscans, two cen-
turies before, to the vast amusement of Sir Thomas More. He took the
Epistles, in which the theologians of that age are made most inimitably to
expose themselves, for genuine and serious ; and laughed at the block-
heads in perfect good faith. Our other English humorists seem generally
to have passed them over ; and it was reserved for Sir William Hamilton,
whose mighty erudition embraced literature and philosophy indifferently,
to do them full justice in the Edinburgh Review for March, 1831. Since
then the Germans have bestirred themselves in the cause of Ulric von
Hutten's memory ; an elaborate edition of his works has appeared at
Leipsic ; and the EpistolcB Obscurorum Virorum are easily accessible, in
good forms, to all who wish to acquaint themselves with one of the memor-
able satires of that day.*
The Epistola Obscurorum Virorum first saw the light in 1515-17, eventful
years, when the war between the old and the new filled every university
town in Europe with clamour, and when Luther was gradually warming
himself up to the pitch at which he broke finally with the Holy See. The
immediate cause of their appearance was the persecution of the celebrated
scholar, Reuchlin, by the theologians of Cologne, which disputed with
Louvain the dubious honour of being the head- quarters of all that was
obsolete, narrow, and obscurantist in European thought. Among Reuch-
lin's many claims to respect his Hebrew scholarship was one of the chief ;
and it was on this side that he was attacked by the authorities of the
university viz. Tungern, dean of the faculty of theology; Hoogstraten,
the prior of the Dominican convent ; and Ortuinus Gratius (Ortuin von
Graes), the hero of the Epistola, whose name will live in comic literature
as long as that of the sausage-seller of Aristophanes, the Pantilius
of Horace, the Og of Dryden, the Sporus of Pope, the Tartuffe of
Moliere, or the Marquis de Carabas of Beranger. The tool used by these
bigots against the illustrious Reuchlin was one John Pfeiferkorn, of whom
Erasmus says that from a wicked Jew he had become a most wicked
Christian — ex scelerato Judao sceleratissimwn Christianum.} Four
treatises were issued against the Jewish religion in the name of this
renegade ; and an edict was obtained from the Emperor condemning to
the flames every Hebrew book existing, with the sole exception of the
Bible. Reuchlin, whose opinion had been asked as to the policy of this
measure, condemned it, and was immediately attacked by Pfefferkorn.
Reuchlin replied ; when forty-three propositions extracted from his answer
were condemned by the dean, and he was summoned to recant. The
controversy immediately assumed European importance. "Not orjly in
* The edition of the Epistolce before us is a very handy little volume, printed
by Teubner of Leipsic in 1858, and issued here by Messrs. Williams and Norgate
that year.
f ERASMUS: Op. iii. 1641.
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Germany," says Sir William Hamilton, "but in Italy, France, and Eng-
lanl, a confederation was organized between the friends of humane
learning. The cause of Beuchlin became the cause of letters : Europe
was divided into two hostile parties ; the powers of light stood marshalled
against the powers of darkness." Hoogstraten cited Reuchlin before the
Court of Inquisition at Metz, and in spite of his appeal to the Pope,
burned his books. The Pope appointed the Bishop of Spires to settle the
matter, and he settled it in favour of the scholar. Hoogstraten and his
frie ids now appealed in their turn to the Pope ; and it was at this stage
of the dispute, before Borne finally decided against Reuchlin's persecutors,
tha" the first series of. the Epistola Obscurorum Virorum burst upon the world.
The plan of the satire is simple, but dramatic and effective. There
had been recently published a collection of the letters of "illustrious"
men to Reuchlin ; and Ortuinus Gratius is supposed to publish those of
his own friends, whom he modestly calls " obscure " men, in his turn.
The obscure ones, accordingly, speak for themselves in all the freedom of
conidential communication; and never did such a curious set of marion-
ette? gambol before the world as those of which Ulric von Hutten and his
colleagues in the task pull the strings. Now it is Magister Bernhardus
Phrnilegus writing from Leipsic ; now it is Magister Petrus Hafenmusius
writing from Niirenberg ; or Magister Hiltbrandus Mammaceus from
Tiilingen ; or Magister Gerhardus Schirruglius, from Mayence. But a
family likeness runs through the whole of them. A stolid brutal igno-
rance, enlivened by the most unaffected self-conceit; a bigotry never
modified by the shadow of a doubt ; a sly, oily sensualism, to which the
very hypocrisy accompanying it seems to lend additional piquancy — these
are he common features of the race. Their mere Latin is delicious by
its homely barbarism ; and this is one chief charm of the letters to which
no iranslation can do justice. It is especially effective when the writer
com nunicates any of the poems produced on his side of the Reuchlin
controversy, such as the following, suggested by the fact that the Uni-
vers ty of Paris had declared for Cologne : —
Qui vult legcre hereticas pravitates
Et cum hoc discere bonas latinitates,
Hie debet emere Parrhisiensium acta
Et scripta de Parrhisia nuper facta,
Quomodo Reuchlin in fide erravit,
Sicut magister noster Tungarus doctrinaliter probavit.
Ilia vult magister Ortuinus legere
Gratis, in hac alma universitate,
Et cum hoc textum ubique glosare
Nccnon quaedam notabilia in margine notare,
Et vult arguere pro et contra,
Sicut fecerunt Theologi in Parrhisia,
* * * *
17 1 sciunt fratres Carmelite
Et alii qui vocantur Jacobite.*
* Epist. Ob. Vir. vol.i, p. 22.
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The perfect contentment of the crew at once with their dog-Latin and
their ignorance of the humanities generally, is a favourite point with Hutten
and his friends. " He writes Greek, too," says one of them about Erasmus,
' 'which he ought not to do, because we are Latins and not Greeks. If
he wants to write what nobody can understand, why does he not write
Italian, and Bohemian, and Hungarian?"* " These poets," another
writer says, " are truly reprehensible ; and when anybody writes anything,
they say — ' See there, see there, that is not good Latin ! ' and they come
here with their new terms, and confound the ancient grammar." f " Our
masters ought to issue a mandate," observes Petrus Lapp, licentiate,
" that no jurist or poet shall write anything in theology, and shall not
introduce that new Latinity into sacred theology, as John Reuchlin has
done, and a certain person, as I hear, who is called the Proverbia
Erasmi (!) . . If they say that they know Greek and Hebrew learning,
you have the answer that such learning is not cared for by theologians,
because Sacred Scripture is sufficiently translated, and we do not need
other translations. The Greeks have gone away from the Church : there-
fore, also, they ought to be held as enemies, and their knowledge ought not
to be practised (practicari) by Christians." | Another worthy, Magister
Bartholomeus Kuckuck, confirms the erudite Lapp's view by insisting that
"Greek is not of the essence of Sacred Scripture;" while Dominus
Volwinius de Monteflascon remarks, for his part, that Paul having said
that the Greeks were always liars, their literature was necessarily nothing
but a lie. Virgil having been mentioned in the presence of one of the
correspondents of Ortuinus Gratius, he tells, with much complacency,
how he exclaimed — " What do I care for that pagan ?" That so much
of the fun of the Epistolce should be derived from the illiterate character
of the Popish theologians, shows how essential a part learning was of the
whole movement of the Reformation. Europe was, in fact, deodorised by
the free dispersion of the delightful essences long hidden in the buried
caskets of classical literature.
As may be supposed, the Epistola Obscurorum Virorum throw a good
deal of light on the social habits of the clergy and monks of the old days.
There seems to have been no little beer and wine swilling amongst them,
— the Greek wine being held in an esteem which (as we have just seen)
they did not by any means extend to the Greek language. In one of the
letters § occurs the famous ecclesiastical story of the divine who on first
tasting " lachryma Christi," breathed a pious wish that our Lord had wept
in his native land. With regard to the morality attributed to the body in
other respects, it is as bad as bad can be ; and it is exposed with the
freedom of Rabelais, and with hardly less than his gross jolly humour.
The satire of the E2mtola is indeed perfectly unrestrained. That Ortuinus
* Ep. Ob. Vir. i. 148. f Ib. ii. 265. J Ep. Ob. Vir. ii. 270-1.
§ Vol. ii. p. 211. We always quote from the edition of 1858, referred to in a
previous note.
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Gratius was the illegitimate son of a priest, and the nephew of a hangman,
is evidently thought an excellent jest ; while an intimate relation between
him and the wife of the renegade Jew, Pfefferkorn, is assumed as a
biown fact, and made the subject of a score of playful allusions. Plainer
speaking on all this side of life than that of the Epislola Obscurontm
V'.romm is not to be found in satirical literature from Aristophanes down-
wards ; while Erasmus, though still too free for our modern tastes, is
reserved, and even prudish in comparison. The exact amount of truth in
all these charges of licentiousness cannot, we suppose, be determined ; but
they come from so many different countries, and such different men, that
it is impossible to suppose them mere libels. The very fact that the
Epistola were ever mistaken by the Romish party for a bond fich body of
correspondence shows that the immorality which they assume in their
writers did not necessarily prove their fictitious character in the eyes of
the orthodox. Yet the orthodox were ready to admit their barbarism in
pcint of style. " It is well worth seeing," Sir Thomas More writes to
Erasmus, in October, 1516, "how much the Epistolcs Obscurorum Virorum
please everybody, — the learned in sport, but the unlearned in earnest, who,
while we laugh, think that we are laughing only at the style, which they do
not defend, but say that it is compensated by the weight of the thoughts,
and that a most beautiful sword lies hidden in the rude scabbard." *
Erasmus himself, in a letter to Martinus Lipsius, not only corroborates
this, but adds an almost incredible anecdote about the delusion. " A
Dominican prior in Brabant," he relates, " wishing to make himself known
to the patricians, bought a heap of these books, and sent them to the chiefs
of the order, never doubting that they were written in its honour."
" Yet these are they," adds Erasmus, " who are the Atlases, as they
think themselves, of the tottering church, . . . these pronounce on the
books of Erasmus, and according to their good will, we are Christians or
heretics." f
Erasmus, like the rest of the cultivated world, had been mightily
amused by the fun of the Epislola ; and there is an old story that he
laughed so heartily in reading them as to break an imposthume from which
he was suffering at the time. But Erasmus did not approve the famous
satire, the scathing severity of which, its riotous freedom, and its daring
liberties with living names, were quite out of keeping with the tone of his
own Horatian and Addisonian pleasantry. He was particularly annoyed
that his name should be used so freely in the second volume ; and he
must have winced at the pungent little sentence in one of the letters, —
Erasmus cst homo pro se ! It is painful to remember that the gallant and
brilliant Ulric von Hutten died his enemy ; one of the latest pieces of
work he did in the world having been to write an attack upon Erasmus.
Though never very intimate or much together, they had been friends ;
and perhaps the most valuable portrait of Sir Thomas More that we have
* ERASMUS : Op. iii. 1575. f Ib. p. 1110.
VOL. xvi. — NO. 95. 80.
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is in one of the letters of Erasmus to Hutten. The old scholar found
himself obliged to take up the cudgels in self-defence against his quondam
friendly acquaintance ; and his Sx>onfjia is a document of much value to
all who are interested in his biography.
When the Epistola Obscurorum Virorum were amusing the world
in 1516-1517, there was a young Franciscan friar in Fontenay-le-Comte
in Lower Poitou, who, we may be certain, watched the dispute with
eagerness, and read the letters with sympathy and enjoyment. He had
been born in the fair Touraine, which he loved to call " the garden of
France," a few years before Ulric von Hutten saw the light in Franconia.
He had the deep-rooted literary instincts of the Eeforming party ; and his
brother Cordeliers looked askance at a man who spent days and nights
on the heretical study of Greek ; and who combined with the most solid
sagacity a satirical humour that has been rarely equalled in the annals of
mankind. Francis Rabelais has not left us in doubt what his feelings
were about the persecution of Reuchlin. In his queer catalogue of the
books which Pantagruel found in the library of St. Victor, we have :
Tarrabalationes Doctorum Colonimsium adversus Reuchlin; and Ars honeste
in societate, per Marcum Ortuimtm. These are hints only ;
but a hint from Rabelais is worth a chapter from other men. He
had to do his work by hints ; by buffoonery ; in masquerade. As,
according to an old story, Aristophanes apppeared in one of his
own comedies with his face disguised with wine-lees, so Rabelais
disguised himself through his whole comic romance in a curiously
similar way. He is a wine-bibber, a Shakspearian fool of literature,
a droll without decency or morals, and whose filth is only kept from
fetidity by the clear stream of humour running through it. He is all
this, we say — to the vulgar eye. But his filth is manure which helps
to make crops grow. " I could write a treatise in praise of the moral
elevation of Rabelais' work," says Coleridge, " which would make the
Church stare and the conventicle groan, and yet would be truth and
nothing but the truth." Doubtless, this view of the great poet's is often
applied with exaggeration to the lesser humorists. A Dutch commen-
tator once described Petronius as sanctissimus vir. And, not to see in
the roystering animalism and gross humour of Rabelais the effect of a
temperament to which these qualities were natural, and to which they
gave pleasure, as well as a comic mask put on to conceal the real face
from inquisitors and heresy-hunters, would be, we think, to show igno-
rance of human nature. Disguises are numerous, and he who takes a
ludicrous and obscene one, takes it because he has a relish for the
ludicrous and the obscene. But still Coleridge's doctrine abcut Rabelais
is substantially right. Look steadily at his eyes, in spite of the mask,
and you see in them the depth of a wise, earnest, and kindly soul. Thus,
the letter of Gargantua to Pantagruel (book 2nd, chap. 8) is a model of
sense and piety ; and every now and then such grave passages occur
through the whole work — to be silenced immediately afterwards by the
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gros rire Touraugean, which has made so many hearts merry during the
last three hundred years. Not even the wisdom or the object of Rabelais,
however, do so much to make the reader forgive what must be called his
n:istiness, as the essential kindness and geniality of his jolly fun. This
element belongs rather to the early than to the later periods of French
literature. The satire of Voltaire, for instance, is generally a sneer — not,
like that of Rabelais, a laugh.
We make little account of the various theories by which some com-
m3ntators have attempted to give real historical names to the persons and
pi ices of Rabelais' comic fiction. He, no doubt, made references to his
contemporaries, now and then, just as Swift did to the statesmen of his
time in dealing with Lilliput and Blefuscu. But to expect exactitude in
such details is to take a narrow view of the scope of the work. The
general object of Rabelais seems to have been to forward the progress of
France, by a broadly comic satire of all that retarded it, not in the eccle-
siastical world only, but in the worlds of education, of law, medicine, and
social life. The Reformation, we must remember, was not only a religious
re solution, but involved changes of every other kind ; and produced not
m ;rely new churches, but new states of society. Rabelais, thus, did a
gi'Bat deal for the modern world, in spite of his never having — like the
satirists of Germany — helped to bring about a "reformation" of the
French Church, in the technical sense which that word has acquired.
Nny, we do not even know that he had any such wish ; and he may, like
th 3 often misunderstood Erasmus, have had no ambition beyond that of
improving the religious system of Europe, without breaking its unity.
Bi-t he was less fortunate than the German satirists, for his spirit did not
re; illy achieve its full triumph till '89 — a triumph accompanied by
horrors which the good old patriotic humorist could not but have
deplored.
Like the author of the Epistola Obscnrorum Virorum, Rabelais loved
well to flesh his satire in the members of the monastic orders. Nowhere
is Uis satire so direct and intelligible as when he is dealing with monks —
the peculiar enemies of scholars then, as they had been of the minstrels in
earlier ages. A passage or two shall illustrate this. We quote from the
in( omparable translation of Sir Thomas Urquhart, one of the best trans-
lations ever done of any book.* Sir Thomas was a Pantagruelist himself,
of no mean magnitude, in life and in death too. For one of his treatises
contains a pedigree of the Urquharts of Cromarty, without a break from
Ac am ; and he died in a fit of laughter on hearing of the Restoration of
Charles II. — overwhelmed by a sense of the absurdity and uncertainty of
hu nan affairs : —
" But if you conceive how an ape in a family is always mocked and
pr('vokingly incensed, you shall easily apprehend how monks are shunned
of all men both young and old. The ape keeps not the house, as a dog
* Yet it has been often maintained that the Scotch hare no humour.
30—2
620 THE SATIRISTS OF THE REFORMATION.
doth ; he draws not in the plough, as the ox ; he yields neither milk nor
wool, as the sheep ; he carrieth no burthen, as a horse doth. That which
he doth is only to .... spoil and defile all, which is the cause where-
fore he hath of all men mocks, frumperies, and bastinadoes.
" After the same manner a monk — I mean those lither, idle, lazy
monks — doth not labour and work, as do the peasant and artificer ; doth
not ward and defend the country, as doth the man of war ; cureth not the
sick and diseased, as the physician doth ; doth neither preach nor teach,
as do the Evangelical doctors and schoolmasters ; doth not import com-
modities and things necessary for the commonwealth, as the merchant
doth. Therefore is it that by and of all men they are hooted at, hated,
and abhorred. ' Yea, but,' said Grangousier, ' they pray to God for us.'
' Nothing less,' answered Gargantua. ' True it is that with a tingle tangle
jangling of bells they trouble and disgust all their neighbours about them.'
'Right,' said the monk; 'a mass, a matin, a vesper well rung are half
said. They mumble out great store of legends and psalms, by them not
at all understood ; they say many paternosters, interlarded with Ave-
Marias, without thinking upon or apprehending the meaning of what it
is they say, which truly I call mocking of God, and not prayers. But so
help them God, as they pray for us, and not for being afraid to lose their
victuals, their manchets, and good fat pottage.' " — Gargantua, book i.
chap. xl.
" A woman that is neither fair nor good, to what use serves she ?" is
a question put in a subsequent chapter. "To make a nun of," says
Gargantua ; and soon after we have the inscription upon the great gate of
the famous Rabelaisian abbey, the Abbey of Theleme : —
Here enter not vile bigots, hypocrites,
Externally devoted apes, base snites,
Puft up, wry-necked beasts, worse than the Huns,
Or Ostrogots, forerunners of baboons :
Cursed snakes, dissembled varlets, seeming sancts,
Slipshod caffards, beggars pretending wants,
Fat chuff-cats, smell-feast knockers, doltist gulls.
Out-strouting cluster-fists, contentious bulls,
Eomenters of divisions and debates,
Elsewhere, not here, make sale of your deceit.''.
Another instance of plain-speaking in this First Book is the account
of Grangousier's interview with the Pilgrims in the forty-fifth chapter.
" ' What went you to do at St. Sebastian ? ' Grangousier asks.
" ' We went,' said Sweer-to-go, ' to offer up unto that saint our vows
against the plague.'-
"'Ah, poor men," said Grangousier, 'do you think that the plague
comes from St. Sebastian ? '
"'Yes, truly,' answered Sweer-to-go; 'our preachers tell us so,
indeed.'
" 'But is it so ? ' said Grangousier ; ' do the false prophets teach you
such abuses ? Do they thus blaspheme the saints and holy-men of God a 3
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to make them like unto the devils who do nothing but hurt unto man-
kind,— as Homer writeth that the plague was sent into the camp of the
G reeks by Apollo, and as the poets feign a great rabble of Vejoves and
mischievous gods.' "
Before the Pilgrims are dismissed, comes a passage which cannot be
transcribed, on the probable consequences of their absence from home ; for
" the very shadow of the steeple of an Abbey," we are told, " is fruitful."
Rabelais seems, here, to have been thinking of a celebrated epigram by
Beza, who was a wit as well as a reformer, and not the least free-spoken
wit of those free-spoken times. Toleno, a rich old man who is childless,
goes on a pilgrimage to Loretto, to the Holy Sepulchre, and to Mount
Sinai, to pray heaven for offspring. He is away from home three
yoars ; and on returning, finds that his petition has been heard, and that
h<3 is the father of three fine children. There were grave and good men
enough to keep the freedom of Eabelais in countenance ; and doubtless it
might have been said of Beza, as Johnson said cf Prior, that his Epigrams
wore "a lady's book." — "No, sir, Prior is a lady's book. No lady is
ashamed to have it standing in her library."
The greater vagueness of the fourth and fifth books of Eabelais makes
tLem, we cannot but think, less delightful than the first three. They
have the sort of inferiority to them which the Laputa of Swift has to his
Lilliput and Brobdingnag. The wit of the great master plays through
tbick vapours of allegory in which it is almost lost. This is especially
true 'of Book Fifth. The Einging Island may well be the Church of
Eome ; and the Popehawk, Cardinhawks, Bishawks, &c., are readily to
be recognized. But as the voyage of Pantagruel and his companions
proceeds, clouds gather more and more round Eabelais' meaning, and
his satire flashes in transient lightning gleams, which are gone before one
hits time to enjoy them. Indeed, though essentially a satirist, and of the
class to which this essay is devoted, he is less read, now that the changes
which he helped to bring about in Europe have become familiar posses-
sions, for his satire than for his humour. It is the clear cutting French
sease, and the rich oily comedy of his pictures of human life, so grotesque
but so real, for which his countrymen love him. How he stands with the
mass of the French now it is not in our power to say ; but we think that
thore has been an increased interest in him amongst their men of letters
sii ice the great burst of literary activity which followed on the fall of the
First Empire. The vivid and potent Balzac, so much less known on this
side of the Channel than he deserves to be, loved to speak of Eabelais as
his master ; and in his joyous moods, Balzac, with his childlike hilarity,
ofien recalled to his friends the traditional image of his compatriot of
Touraine.
It is a somewhat strange fact that England should not have contributed
a dassic name to the list of satirists of the Eeformation. The Utopia is
a philosophical rather than a satirical romance ; and the attacks of Skelton
on Wolscy were personal rather than religious or critical. There were.
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no doubt, casual ballads and pasquils written on both sides of the
btruggling powers ; but our business is not with this small change of wit,
this pistol-shooting of war, on the present occasion. For British satirists
in the cause of the great revolution of the sixteenth century, who have
left lasting names in the history of letters, we must go to the north of the
Tweed. The Scotch can boast as their share of the band of writers who,
like the band of the Constable Bourbon, scaled the walls of Home, a
satirist who was a poet, and a satirist who was a scholar.
Unluckily for the fame of the older Scottish writers, they have come
down in two dead languages — Scots and Latin ; and the satirists of whom
we are now to speak represent each one of them. Sir David Lindsay, of
the Mount, — whom, by a deliberate anachronism, Sir Walter, in Harmion,
has made Lyon King of Arms at the time of Flodden, — is perhaps the
most readable of the old Scots poets still. He is fresh and naif, with a
keen pictorial wit, a genuine good nature, and a wholesome contempt for
all baseness, cruelty, and pretence. Born the representative of a Fifeshire
branch of the Lords Lindsay of the Byres, at some unknown date towards
the close of the fifteenth century, he was employed young in the household
of the Stewart kings. He was usher to James V. during that prince's
childish years ; and having been dismissed that employment with a pension,
was afterwards made Lyon ; — it is supposed about 1527. As chief of the
Scottish heralds, he was connected with several embassies, of which one
was a mission to Charles V., in 1531, on the subject of the Scottish trade
with the Netherlands ; and he was also a member of the Scottish Par-
liament. Our business, however, is not with his public life, nor even
with his poetry proper, which has a great deal of pleasant sweetness about
it ; but with the satires by which he aided the growing spirit of revolt
against the old Church. A satirist was wanted in this cause, in Scotland,
if anywhere ; for in no country had the Romish clergy a larger share of the
national wealth, and in none were they more bigoted in belief, or dissolute
in morals. The historian Robertson calculates that they possessed " little
less than one half of the property of the nation ;" and observes, from the
public records, that " a greater number of letters of legitimation was
granted during the first thirty years after the Reformation than during
the whole period that has elapsed since that time." These were procured
by the sons of the clergy, who, having inherited benefices which their
fathers were allowed to retain, were anxious to escape from the stain of
bastardy. The folood of the prelates of old days flows in the veins of the
best Scottish families ; for instance, it is an interesting little fact that
Byron was descended, through his mother's house — the Gordons — from
the famous' Cardinal Beatoun. Knox's account of the last hours of that
grandee's life, in which a certain "Mistress Marion Ogilvy" figures, will
never be forgotten by those who have read his singularly quaint and
powerful History.
The satire of Sir David Lindsay, like that of Erasmus, is of the playful
kind. It is not the satire of indignation, but of merriment. It is as free
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at the satire of the Epistola in some respects, but is less personal and less
gioss. There is a real vein of natural fun in his little poem, " Kittie's
Confession," where the gravity of the confessor is a touch in the spirit of
the Tartuffe. Kittie narrates that the good man did not direct her to lead
a pure life, or to trust in the merits of Christ, but solely to follow certain
ol'servances : —
Bot gave me penance ilk ane day,
Ane Ave Maria for to say,
And Frydayis fyve na fishce to eit, —
Bot butter and eggis are better meit ;
And with ane plak to by ane messe
Fra drunken Schir Jhone Latynless.
* * * *
Quhen scho was telland as scho wist,
The curate Kittie wald have kist ;
But yit ane countenance he bure
Degeist, devote, daign and demure.
Said he, have you any wrongous gear,
Said she, I stole a peck of beir,
Said he, that should restored be,
Therefore deliver it to me !
* * * *
And mekil Latyne he did mummill,
I heard nothing but hummill bummill.
The chief satirical work of Sir David Lindsay was a drama called, Ane
Pleasant Satire of the Three Estaitis, which was performed before the Court
in 1535, and in 1539. This drama took nine hours in the acting ; but there
was an interval allowed for refreshment during the course of it, which the
Scots of that generation were by no manner of means likely to neglect availing
thomselves of. Some of the characters are real, and some allegorical, and
both are made instruments for exposing ecclesiastical abuses, particularly
th3 dilatory proceedings of the Consistory Court. A poor fellow " Pauper"
who had lent his mare to an acquaintance who drowned her, seeks redress
from this Court ; " bot," complains he —
Bot, or they came half way to concludendum,
The feind ane plak was left for to defend him.
*****
Of pronunciandum they made me wondrous fain,
Bot I got never my gude gray mare again !
One of the chief complaints against the Scots prelates was that they
never preached, and "the dumb dog the bishop " became a favourite term
of abuse among the Protestant clergy. Sir David notices this neglect after
his own fashion in a dialogue in his play between the allegorical personages,
Gude-Counsall and Spiritualise : —
GUDE-COUNSALL.
Ane bishop's office is to be ane preacher.
And of the law of God ane public teacher.
SPIRITUALITIE.
Friend, quhare find ye that we suld prechouris be ?
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GUDE-COUNSALL.
Luke what St. Paul writes unto Timothie, —
Tak thare the buke, let see gif ye can spell.
SPIRITUALITIE.
I never red that, therefore rcicl it yoursell.
A pardoner, with relics to sell, is also a figure of some prominence in
the Satire of the Three Estaitis. He comes on the stage complaining that
the sale of his goods is much interfered with by the circulation of the
English New Testament ; but proceeds to solicit purchases for some
sufficiently remarkable wares : —
My patent parclouns ye may see,
Cam fra the Can of Tartaric,
Weill seald with oster-schellis.
Thocht ye haif na contritioun,
Ye sail haif full remissioun,
With help of bukes and bellis.
* $ # *
Heir is ane cord, baith gret and Jang,
Quhilk hangit Johne the Armistrang,
Of gude hemp soft and sound :
Gude haly pepill, I stand for'd
Quhavcr beis hangit with this cord
Neidis never to be dround.
The culum of Sanct Bryd's kow,
The gruntill of Sanct Antonis so\v,
Quhilk bure his haly bell :
Quha e.ver he be heiris this bell clink,
Giff me ane ducat for till drink,
He sail never gang to hell,
Without he be of Beliall borne : —
Maisters, trow ye that this be scorne ?
Cum win this pardoun, cum.
In spite of all obsoleteness of language and subject, the true spirit of
comedy makes its presence felt here. Sir David Lindsay is a rude
Scottish Aristophanes ; but the genius for dramatic creation which
budded in him never came to flower in the cold air of Northern Pro-
testantism. Scotland has never had a dramatic literature, for we suppose
nobody now believes in the frigid and unnatural trash of Home's Douylas.
This is partly due to the fanaticism of the country ; and partly to its
poverty ; but another element must be taken into account in these matters,
— the almost constant want of literary attainments and literary sympathy
among the modern Scottish clergy. Much as literature did for the
Keformation in Scotland as elsewhere, the clergy have done astonishingly
little to repay the debt. Yet among Scotch men of letters the memory of
Sir David Lindsay of the Mount holds its own :
Still is thy name in high account,
And still thy verse has charms,
Sir David Lindsay of the Mount
Lord Lyon King at Arms !
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The reforming war was also carried on in Scotland by satirical ballads.
We should much like to quote one which the curious reader will find in
Dr. Irving's excellent History of Scottish Poetry, and of which the
ry'rain or "ower-word" is : —
Hay trix, trim goe trix under the greene-wode tree.
But this ballad is too long, — and we may add that it is also too broad,
for quotation here, even supposing that such ballads came, as they do not,
wi hin our present plan. That their sting and danger, as well as that of
other satire, was felt by the orthodox, is proved by an order of the
provincial council convoked by Archbishop Hamilton in 1549. The
council directed every ordinary to make strict inquiry within his diocese,
" whether any person had in his possession certain books of rhymes of
vulgar songs, containing scandalous reflections on the clergy, together with
other heretical matter ; " and to read or keep them was an offence to be
punished by Act of Parliament. But it was now too late to effect the
object for which such Acts were passed ; and twenty years afterwards,
tho Archbishop was hanged on a gibbet and embalmed in an epigram.
The only Scot of that age entitled to figure in our list by the side of
Lindsay was one who first made the literary genius of his country known
to Europe, and who in modern times has been persistently and inexcusably
neglected, — so much so, that he lies, without even a tombstone to mark
the spot, in the churchyard of the Greyfriars in Edinburgh. George
Buchanan — poetarum sui scculi facile princeps, as a long list of scholars
recognized him to be, from Scaliger to Ruddiman — was younger than
Lindsay, but had reached his thirtieth year before the death of Erasmus.
His youth in St. Andrews and in Paris was a period of hard study and
hard struggling with poverty, after which he became tutor to a natural son
of James V. — about 1534. Already — he was now twenty-eight — he had
written a poem against the Franciscans ; and a few years afterwards,
James, having formed an ill opinion of their sincerity towards him in the
matter of a certain rumoured conspiracy, requested Buchanan to compose
a satire against the order. Buchanan knew his men, and hesitating
between offending either them or the king, produced a brief and ambiguous
composition. James was not satisfied with this, and demanded something
sharp and pointed — acre et aculeatum. The result was the Franciscanus,
ont of the most vigorous Latin satires of the century. Soon after,
Buchanan learned that his life was sought by Cardinal Beatoun, who had
offered the king money for it. He was sentenced to exile and imprisoned,
but escaped while his jailers were asleep, and got away to England and
the Continent. This was in 1539. He remained abroad more than
twenty years, leading a life of much variety. Suspicion of heresy drove
him from Paris ; the plague drove him from Bordeaux. He went away
to Lisbon to teach the classics ; but there, too, the fatal odour of
heterodoxy clung to him. He was imprisoned in a monastery, where
he F.pent his time on his, immortal Latin version of the Psalms. Quitting
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the Tagus in a vessel that had put in there on her way to England
from Crete, he landed in London, which he left for his favourite Paris.
He was now for the next five years tutor to a son of Marshal Brissac,
with whom he resided a good deal in Italy. He returned to Scotland
about the time that Queen Mary did, in 1560 ; joined the party of the
Regent Murray ; was tutor to young James VI., and held other important
appointments; and died in Edinburgh in 1582, in his seventy- seventh
year.
The most valuable books of Buchanan are his version of the Psalms,
and his Rerum Scoticarum Historia ; but his satires are very excellent,
and must have helped to bring the men of the ancient system into a whole-
some and desirable contempt. The Franciscanus holds the first place
amongst them. It is a Juvenalian satire in sonorous hexameters of great
swing and flow ; for Buchanan was almost equally at home in every form
of Latin composition, from the sweet ripple of elegiacs to the stormy roll
of indignant heroics. He places himself in the position of one who is
dissuading a friend from entering the Franciscans, and proceeds to lay
bare their character and habits. They are recruited, he says, from those
who have no means at home ; or who have angry stepmothers, and severe
fathers and masters ; or who are lazy, and cold to all the attractions of the
muses. The order to such is a harbour of refuge and of ignoble ease. Some
look after the door, and some after the kitchen. One digs in the garden ;
another is employed to trick widows. The duller sort are sent to dupe the
rural vulgar ; to give apples to the boys, and amulets to the girls, whose
heads they fill with the most superstitious fancies. The dullest blockhead
assumes the appearance of wisdom when he has become one of these
friars, and learns to humbug the world ; and in his old age may proceed
to teach the art to young beginners. He will teach him how to make a
judicious use of confession, and to plunder well those whose secret thoughts
and deeds have become his property ; how to lure innocent virgins into
sin ; and how, if any one resolutely declines communication with the
sect, to earwig his servants, and try to get up accusations against him, —
especially if his life should prove irreproachable, the accusation of heresy.
A great deal more advice of the kind is given, and a story told of an
adventure which had evidently befallen Buchanan himself on the Garonne.
One of the brothers was travelling in company with a woman who fell into
labour in the vessel ; and he abandoned her to her fate, running away
amidst the confusion caused by the event at the landing-place. Buchanan
tells the story in the person of an old Franciscan ; and, with admirable
irony, makes him conclude by saying: — "Young and strong as I then
was, I could hardly silence the murmurs of the people, often though I
execrated the deed, and swore that the offender was some Lutheran lying
hidden under the name of our holy sect ! "
We do not find in the satirical portions of Buchanan's writings the
Erasmian vein of Sir David Lindsay, or the rollicking humour of Rabelais,
nor even the intermediate kind of pleasantry, smacking of both, of the
THE SATIEISTS OF THE REFORMATION. 627
Ejristola Obscurorum Virorum. His fun is grim ; and his abuse hearty.
Ho is of the Juvenalian and Swiftian school of satire ; a good hard proud
Scots gentleman, whose keen feeling for classical beauty has given him
elegance but not gentleness. There was nothing of what is now called
"gushing" about George, any more than about those similar types of
Scot, Smollett and Lockhart. He had much love for his own friends ;
nrich humour and feeling at bottom ; but very little compassion for fools,
ra seals, or personal enemies. Many of his epigrams are bitter enough ;
and we shall transcribe a couple of them from a recent translation : —
ON THE MONKS OF ST. ANTONY.
When living, them, St. Antony,
As swine-herd kept thy swine ;
Now, dead, thou keep'st, St. Antony,
This herd of monks of thine.
The monks as stupid are as they,
As fond of dirt and prog ;
. In dumbness, torpor, ugliness,
Each monk is like each hog.
So much agrees 'tween herd and herd,
One point would make all good, —
If but thy monks, St. Antony,
Had acorns for their food 1
ON PONTIFF PIUS.
Heaven he had sold for money ; earth he left in death as well ;
What remains to Pontiff Pius ?— nothing that I see but hell !
Buchanan the latest, is also the last of the satirists on whom we
have undertaken to offer some criticisms in this paper. It has been
seen that the Low Countries, Germany, France, and Scotland, each
produced within the compass of about a century satirists whose names
have become classical, and whose powers were exerted in the same
direction. The exact value of their services to the cause of divine
truth and human enlightenment cannot be estimated ; but it was
undoubtedly great. The friends of the cause valued them ; its foes
feared them. They were nearly all persecuted; they were all, without
ex( option, we think, libelled. Two of them were, in ignorance how-
ever, grossly misrepresented by succeeding generations of their own
friends and countrymen. Francis Rabelais was made the traditional
hero of a score of foolish anecdotes, apocryphal, obscene, and pro-
fane. George Buchanan became, in the eyes of the Scottish peasantry,
the king's fool of a past age ; and chap-books, filled with the dirtiest
sto'ies about him, circulated by thousands among the cottages of his
native land.
The last historical fact is only amusing. But there were other condi-
tions common to these men of great importance, which may be well
commended to the attention of those who are inclined to underrate
628 THE SATIRISTS OF THE REFORMATION.
satirists generally, and to that of the ordinary comic writers of our own
time. These satirists of the Reformation were all scholars and thinkers to
a man : not wits only, still less buffoons, but invariably among the best-
read men, and the most vigorous manly intellects of their generation.
Erasmus towered over the whole century ; and by universal admission,
Buchanan did more skilfully than any writer what every writer of the
period was trying to do ; while Hutten was recognized along the whole
length of the Rhine as one of the most accomplished men in Germany ; and
Rabelais ranked from the first among the most learned men in France.
What is equally worthy of notice, no solid charge has ever been proved
against the characters of any of the satirists of the Reformation. Hutten
was probably not the soberest man in Europe, but he was generous, and
faithful, and brave, and true. Erasmus was loved by the best men then
living ; and Rabelais and Lindsay trusted by the chief personages of their
respective kingdoms. As for the silly lies which were once disseminated
against Buchanan by such writers as Father Garasse, they are no longer
repeated even by Popish malignity. The lies and the liars have passed
into a common obscurity.
The study of such writers would seem, we may say in conclusion, to
have a practical value, as well as a merely antiquarian interest. The last
man who did any political work of European importance by the use of
satire — Beranger — felt strongly on this subject. He had been often urged
to come forward for the Academy, but always persistently declined ; and
he gave a remarkable explanation of his reasons for this decision. The
chanson, he said, may be again needed as a political instrument ; and I
could not, as a chansonnicr, set an example which might lead to its being
prostituted by ambitious men to the service of power. The sentiment is
noble ; and it is instructive. Satire may again be necessary in politics and
other fields ; and if the reaction against modern knowledge and thought,
which seems to be gaining ground in some quarters, should become really
formidable to intellectual freedom, we may some of us be none the less
useful for having studied the satirical masters of the great sixteenth
century.
629
% Ska-Site m Smttjr-fet Africa.
ALONG the whole Natal coast-line there is, so far as I know, but one
spot which can fairly be called a watering-place. To that length of south-
east African shore might also be added two hundred miles to the south,
a: id two hundred miles to the north of our colonial frontiers, and then we
shall have nearly six hundred miles of glorious sea-frontage utterly unused
for purposes of enjoyment by man. The sole rival of Brighton or Biarritz
in this part of the world is the place I refer to. A smaller can hardly
exist, for it contains only one house. And even that house would, in the
eves of all my English readers, be deemed little better than a hovel. Such
as it is, I am its tenant for the time being, and a vast fund of true and
hoalthful enjoyment does the tenancy of my hovel confer upon me.
Few shores can present less variety of outline than that of South-East
Africa. No navigable rivers empty themselves into the sea ; thus there
are no estuaries. Scores of narrow, rocky, shallow streams do fall into
the ocean, after devious courses from the ever-visible uplands, but all of
them have sand-bars across their mouths, and during the dry mid-year
months of winter these bars can often be traversed dryshod. Nor are
tbere any creeks, harbours, or indentations of any kind, except where,
here and there, some river-guarding bluff advances a little further than
usual into the sea, and thus affords, on one side at least, a small measure
of shelter. Between Delagoa Bay on the north, and Algoa Bay on the
south — and there are, say, seven hundred miles between them — only one
port worth the name is found, and that is Durban, the leading commercial
centre of Natal. There an all but landlocked basin, about five miles long,
affords a safe haven for vessels of moderate tonnage.
My watering-place, which is what I have to do with now, is about
fifteen miles south of Durban. Africa is but a beginner in civilization as
yc t ; and although six miles of railway are in operation near the town,
they do not come in this direction. Nor, indeed, do public vehicles of
any kind offer facilities for travel. In Natal, when we want to go about,
but one way is possible to those who are burdened with baggage or other
impedimenta. We have to post to our watering-place. But our chariot
is a clumsy, big, and springless waggon, and our team consists of fourteen
gigantic oxen, whose vast-spreading horns never fail to strike the stranger
with surprise. This cumbrous vehicle is as slow as it is uncomfortable.
Moving at the rate of about two miles an hour, we hope to reach our
destination ere dusk. The road, though flat, is sandy. Long hills,
shaggy with tropical bush-growth, and enlivened by the gardens and
630 BY THE SEA-SIDE IN SOUTH-EAST AFRICA.
cottages of suburban residents, skirt our way. On the other side the
mangrove swamp, which lines the bay, hems us in. Groups of Kaffirs and
coolies, laden with fruit and vegetables for sale in town, pass us. Solitary
horsemen, devoid of knightly trappings, are seen ambling along such sylvan
and shady by-paths as Mr. Gr. P. R. James would have delighted in. Here
we plunge through a narrow, bridgeless stream, where, at high tide, the
oxen might have to swim. Here we come to a tree of untold antiquity,
under whose spreading branches many a picnic party has disported, and
many a belated traveller encamped for the night. After three hours'
" trekking," or crawling, the panting oxen are set free, to depasture them-
selves for an hour or two. No inn is near ; but waggon travellers csorn
hotel accommodation, being, of all classes of wayfarers, the most self-
reliant. Brushwood is gathered in the neighbouring bush by our attendant
Kaffirs, a fire is lit, the kettle is boiled, and, seated on the ground, our
party take their midday meal.
A few words about that party may not be out of place. I am the only
man amongst them. — a fact portending serious responsibilities. The
costume of my fair fellow-travellers would give a serious shock to the
proprieties of Scarborough or Deauville. Hats that are nearly two feet in
diameter shield the feminine visages from the scorching sun. Crinoline
was never in less demand. At my watering-place the utility of apparel is
estimated according to its age and strength. The total absence of all
curious eyes enables the laws of Nature and the dictates of comfort to
be consistently followed.
In the month of May with us the shadows begin 'to lengthen early, and
our journey's end draws near. After crossing the Umlazi by a wooden
bridge, we pass sugar-mills in quick succession. For this long, narrow
plain, stretching out from the head of the bay, is almost covered with
plantations, whose thick, ribbon-like leaves make a cheery rustle as we
pass them. The chessboard-like divisions of coffee-estates may also be
seen on the wooded hillsides. A little further and we cross a wide, shallow
stream, in the quicksands of whose bottom, waggons often stick for hours,
and which is sometimes so flooded in the summer as to be impassable by
horsemen. Now we leave all traces of a road behind us, and follow the bed
of the river for half a mile or more, until a narrow path, cut out of the side
of a steep hill, shows us that our seaside retreat has at last been reached.
I have ridden on ahead, meanwhile, to " prospect " the place, and see
how we could get into the house ; for when too late to return to Durban it
is discovered that the one key which serves for all the doors has been left
behind. A narrow path cut out of the side of a steep hill, rising at an
angle of about forty-five degrees, brings me to an opening of the bush on
the top of a shoulder of the hill, about a hundred feet above the plain.
Just through this, in a small shelf-like nook, surrounded on three sides
by bush, stands our home for the ensuing month. My enthusiasm about
the attractions of the spot somewhat abated when I saw our residence. It
BY THE SEA-SIDE IN SOUTH-EAST AFRICA. 631
is a small building of a construction peculiar to South Africa, and known
locally as " wattle and dab." Its walls are simply made of poles, with
Battles interlaced between them, the whole being daubed over with rough
plaster, and then limewashed. In an inclement climate, where the winds
j:re violent and rains are frequent, such a style of architecture would never
keep out the weather. But in our mild latitude it gives capital shelter
i nd lasts for many a long year. In this case the structure consists of one
centre room, twenty feet long and fourteen wide, into which open four
fcinall rooms, two on either side, each being respectively fourteen by eight,
'j.he first serves us as parlour, dining-room, reception-room, and room of
1 11- work, the others are all bedrooms. Overhead there is nothing but the
bare sheets of iron that form the roof. As the walls are only about ten
foei high, and whitewashed inside as well as out, the reader will form
^ome idea of the charming simplicity which distinguishes this, our marine
i image.
Locks in Natal are superfluities. Until within the last year burglars
fnd robbers were never heard of except as plaguing foreign lands. As
often as not in our country districts doors are left unlocked, windows
i nfastened, and our houses generally accessible to any evil-disposed per-
sons. Our primitive state hitherto has been our great security. As
c ivilization grows and spreads all this will pass away ; and there are such
evidences latterly, that, as a colony, we are civilizing and degenerating
concurrently. This is by way of explaining how it was that I managed so
readily, with the aid of a large nail, to force open the lock, and thus
obtain ingress. Although no other house is to be found at a less distance
than a mile the lock was a formality — a deference to usage and nothing
more.
The sun was setting as the waggon drew up for the night at the bottom,
and weary work we had dragging all our household goods up that ladder-
Ike path before darkness set in. Although the house was let as "fur-
rished" we had a host of moveables to bring with us, the furniture
leing simply confined to a table, two closets, one large and four small
bedsteads, some shelves, a cracked toilet glass, and a dozen chairs. It
r -squired some exertion, therefore, to put our house in order and appease
oar hunger, but both were duly accomplished within two or three hours.
Our Kaffirs picked up a large pile of drift-wood from the beach in a few
i: tinutes, and soon a roaring fire filled our bare and curtainless apartment
Y ith a blaze of light.
Once shaken down into something like order, the everlasting boom
c f the breakers tempts me out. From the verandah in front I can see
E othing but the vast, mystic blank of the ocean, stretching from my feet
a >vay into dim obscurity, and streaked along the shore, as far as the eye
c in penetrate the gloom, with white lathery bars of foam. Every few
s)conds, as some new roller rises darkly out of the sea, and plunges
clown upon the rocks in a crashing cataract of surge, a strange flash
632 BY THE SEA-SIDE IN SOUTH-EAST AFRICA.
of veiled phosphorescent light shoots along the breaker, as though some
sudden blaze had burst out beneath it. This effect is quite different from
the more sparkling displays of ocean phosphorescence one sees on a smaller
scale when on the water at night. Only once have I seen anything
like it, and that was off the coast of South America, one dark night when
the ocean was crossed by broad bands of the same sort of light, emitted as
we afterwards found, by a large species of jelly-fish, whose scientific
denomination I am not naturalist enough to remember correctly.
Although I have been accustomed all my life to live near the sea, the
constant roar of the waves only some hundred feet below produces at first
an unpleasant and irritating sensation. On this first night I said that the
din would certainly drive me mad if I continued there ; but next night
the noise was as great, and my reason seemed unimpaired ; the night
after that I concluded that the ocean might rave far more loudly than it
did without affecting my sanity. The sea, indeed, became companionable
in its vocal efforts before many days were over. Those grand tones, so
unquenchably impressive, are, after all, the most eloquent of Nature's
voices. For four weeks they have never ceased, and when, in the calmest
weather, their fury abates, they only sink into a milder cadence. At
night we have never got rid of the notion that a storm is raging. We wake,
and fancy that rain is pouring down in torrents, and that a gale is howling
round the house. Nothing of the sort. Go out, and the air is deliciously
still, the stars shine peacefully, and all the elements are hushed except
the sleepless ocean.
About seven in the morning the red dull blaze of the sun as it rises
above the sea-line and looks in at our curtainless windows (there are no
prying eyes to fear) wakes us all. From my pillow I look down upon the
broad sea now, and usually at this time in a state of oily calm. No
horizon is clearly visible in the mists of morning. It is not here as it is
at sea, where the early riser enjoys the grandest aspect of the changeful
ocean. The sea looks its worst at this time. Except on rare occasions
when gales arise, these southern winter mornings are still, and the waves
that may have tossed and tumbled in the sunlight of the preceding
evening have generally subsided ere midnight. Thick vapours hang over
the waters and contract the distance, the sun rises red and big, the sea
looks torpid and dull ; but it is not silent. Loud as ever roar the crash-
ing breakers ; and if the tide be flowing in, the din they make will be your
first disturbance on awaking.
Short time does one take in dressing at so primitive a retreat. Having
loosed the bit of string by which the door is temporarily fastened, I begin
to do what all masters of South African households are compelled to do,
namely, to set the wheels of the domestic machinery, in the shape of
Kaffir and coolie servants, at work. The easy natures of these people
forbid any exertion on their part that is not absolutely necessary. There
they are, seated round the old grate in the reed hut, windowless, door-
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less, and floorless, which acts as kitchen and servants' quarters to the
establishment. A large pot of maize porridge gurgles pleasantly on
the fire, and their simple hearts arc rejoicing in the prospect of a
speedy meal. Happily, they are a docile, albeit a lazy, people, and they
skip about their several duties with a song on their lips and a smile
in their eyes. Not so, however, our Indian cook. He is in great straits.
He can't keep the draughts out of the kitchen, and he is distressed by
the utter lack of all facilities for cooking. He mutters that he can't
understand why his master should desert home comforts for such a
place. Nature has few charms for Sambo anywhere ; to love her is to
acquire a taste. My cook falls into a yet lower state of despondency on
finding that both teapot and coffee-pot have been forgotten, and with
a sigh he proceeds to make an earthenware pitcher without a handle do
duty for those utensils, as well as, at a later stage, act as deputy for a
soup tureen.
The order of the day at our watering-place is about as regular and
systematic as it is at more pretentious resorts. Breakfast being over,
down all the party sallies to the beach. That is the beginning and the
er.d of our enjoyments ; the shore in one phase or another engrosses all
our attention. Now the tide happens to be out. Smooth and hard the
sands stretch bare on either hand. Beyond them the dark rocks are left
uncovered by the falling tide. An almost perpendicular bound of about
a hundred feet carries us to the top of a pile of boulders, by which the
beach just here is buttressed. Below these, on one side a platform of
rock stretches out to the sea. This slab of sandstone is worn into
numberless little basins and channels, in which lovely striped fish of tiny
si/.e and delicate proportions flit about. Further on, the pools are deeper
and larger ; the rocks are undermined by the sea, which you can hear
champing and chafing beneath you. Now and then, an incoming wave fills
these pools to overflowing, and through countless unsuspected holes and
chinks the water spurts up like a fountain into your face. To the further
rocks the mussels cling in black masses, tons on tons, small and great,
from the delicate green-tinted youngster to the big, hoary, and bearded
patriarch.
It is here that we fish. On the first morning of our arrival a Kaffir put
hi i hook down a deep hole not more than a foot in diameter, and in a
minute's time he hauled up a huge rock-cod, dark-brown and spotted,
with broad greedy mouth, and ugly fins. These insignificant-looking
pools, crannies though they be, give access to the still depths of sea under-
neath, where these fish, which are delicious eating, love to lie. But there
aro fish of all kinds to be had for the hauling. Come to this rock — a
daily haunt of ours. Down in the clear depths you may see hundreds
of beautiful creatures — some darting quickly from rock to rock, and
pool to pool, others gliding slowly nearer the bottom, now poking at a
bunch of seaweed, or putting to flight a shoal of smaller fry. Here are
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the narrow, deep-bodied, silvery bream ; the codlike, broad-backed mullet ;
the deep, fleshy-coloured, Cape salmon. Here, too, are fish, flashing to
and fro, which in truth may be said to " bear the rich hues of all glorious
things." I have seen the fish-markets of Mauritius and other Eastern
places, but never have I seen fish so brilliantly and beautifully coloured
as some that are common here. Two kinds in particular may be named ;
one being striped with jagged bands of the brightest blue and orange ; the
other being crossed by bars of the richest green and gold. Both are good
biters and capital eating, and as they retain their colours after cooking,
they are pleasant objects on the table.
But there are ugly fellows too. One little wretch in particular, from
his extreme and unparalleled hideousness, we dubbed a sea-devil. In all
respects he is hateful. This pariah of the fish race is cowardly but greedy,
never swimming forth into the open water, but crouching in holes of the
rock, or among the seaweed, not far from the surface. He has a detestable
knack of seizing the bait when it gets within reach, and holding it tenaciously
while you tug and tug in the belief that the hook has caught. The first fish
of this kind which I brought up offered so much resistance that I reckoned
upon a prize of magnificent proportions, and was rewarded by a wriggling,
uncanny creature three or four inches long. This toad of the ocean is dark-
brown and mottled, is scaleless, and protrudes large vicious eyes. Its
mouth is far too large for its body, and overhung by masses of fleshy skin
not unlike lips. Two large prickly fins, just like the wings of harpies, are
placed close to the head, and a long row of similar ones runs down the
back. Small yellow teeth, which have a proneness to bite, complete the
picture.
But the most companionable and interesting fishes we have here are
the porpoises. They are our daily visitors. A school of about a hundred
appear to have their abiding place somewhere along the coast. Shortly
after sunrise they come plunging and leaping up from the southward,
returning again ere the day be out. They are not the uncouth creatures
they appear and are reputed to be. We have excellent opportunities of
observation, as these lively creatures keep close inshore, just outside the
rocks, but within and amongst the breakers, which have no terrors for
them. It is a rare sight to see a troop of porpoises coming head on
towards the land on the crest of a roller. When caught by such a wave
they turn with it, and as the great heave of water gathers itself up, wall-
like, and then curls over and darts down, smooth, green, and crushing, the
line of porpoises may be clearly seen, at full length, regular as a squadron
of cavalry, diving or rather rushing with the force of the wave into the
stiller depths beneath the swirling foam.
Pleasant is it, too, to watch the porpoises leap, as I often have seen
them do, clear over a breaker, or turn head over tail in their gambols,
or catch at some roving fish, for which they are ever looking out. Sad
havoc, indeed, do these voracious creatures make among their smaller
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fellows, and a morning when no porpoises appear — a rare event — is a
ce 'tain prelude to good sport.
At spring-tides, when the far-receding waves leave the rocks bare, a
perfect paradise of seaside "wonders" is disclosed. The first day when
wn could get such a glimpse of the beauties which the sea hides happened
to be Sunday, and our party were, I believe, none the worse for being
compelled to wander in rapturous admiration, not amidst the fretted aisles
of church or cathedral, but amidst these — the humblest, and yet the most
mysterious, of Nature's works. The rocks were found to contain pool
af.er pool, in bewildering numbers, each being in itself a most perfect
and amply-furnished aquarium. Words cannot describe the purity of
th-3 water in these wave-worn cavities, but it will be understood perhaps
when I say that on more than one occasion I have got a wetting by
wi Iking into one, under the delusion that it was dry. These pools are
sometimes carpeted with sea-weed of vivid tints, with sponges, with
fu igi, or perhaps with sparkling and shell-strewn sand. All round the
sides is a shaggy growth of sea- weed, while under tiny overhanging
cliffs sea anemones nestle, or the starlike species of the sea urchin move
curiously about. Multitudes of delicate and graceful little fish, with
silvery, striped, golden, or speckled bodies, glide peacefully, hither and
thither, or, when disturbed, dart into some smaller out-pool — a sort of
inner chamber, where the sea-weed grows thicker, the rock overhangs
more, and a comfortable hiding-place can be found. The beautiful shells
we pick up on the sands above are here seen animated, moving about
th ..) bottom, and taking an active part in the wonderful economy of the
uriverse.
But time would fail me were I to write of these sub-aqueous glories as
I should like to do. Their types and forms are so varied and new,
their habits are so interesting and suggestive, their colours are so rich and
ni' How, and they, in their native loveliness, seem so confidently to defy
thj power of man to imitate or to match their beauties, that one could
never tire of trying to do justice to such a theme. But there are
other features of our watering-place yet to be described ere this rapid
skatch ends. Not far up the coast the sea has scooped out of a
muss of sandstone rocks three or four picturesque arches and caves,
neb large, but infinitely beautiful, as the afternoon sun glints through
th-iir chinks and crannies, and throws a glow upon the big boulders
piJed up in the background. Half-a-mile further we come to a little bay,
he aimed in by tall rocks, but skirted by a delicious strip of hard firm
sa id. Behind and around rises, sheer from the water's edge to the height
of 300 feet, an almost perpendicular hill, clothed with thick vegetation —
rustling bananas, spiral aloes, and hanging creepers, whose evergreen
tii ts are reflected, when the tide is up and the air is calm, in the waters
be low.
The vegetation of our shores would seem strange even to eyes accus-
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tomcd to the leafage and bush-growth of southern Europe. All along the
beach, just above high water mark, are rows of tall grim aloes, a plant
whose leaves are as large as, though their arrangement differs from, those
of the Mexican agave. These veterans rise in some places to a height of
twenty feet. Around their stems cluster thickly the dead leaves of many
long seasons, and at the top the fresh living leaves spread out umbrella-
wise. Standing thus, they look like gaunt sentries stationed along the
beach. They are scattered singly amidst the bush, clothing the hills,
steep and high, that rise abruptly from the sands along the whole length
of the Natal coast. But dense groves of the wild banana, and closely-
matted jungle of stunted growth, give freshness throughout the year to the
aspect of the shore.
Not many birds are to be seen hereabout. Occasionally a gull will fly
over the sea to some unseen resting place. Now and then that toothsome
delicacy, the " Oddidore," will alight on the beach in quest of insects or crabs.
About ten miles to the southward a stream called in the expressive language
of the natives, Amanzimtote, or River of Sweet Water, enters the sea.
Near the mouth it spreads out, as many of our African rivers do, into a
lagoon, surrounded by bushy hills, whose environing trees spring nearly out
of the water. Here these beautiful birds may be found in large numbers,
for in this sequestered retreat few sportsmen, as yet, have found them out.
At the mouth of our river, the Umbogontwini, there are several large
boulders overlooking the stream, and on the top of these a pair of speckled
kingfishers, the largest and rarest of that beautiful species, are often
distinctly perched. We have seen, too, more than one flock of pelicans
pass over us, their number being preceded, as usual, by a leader, and their
harsh cries distinctly reaching us from a vast altitude. Black- winged,
white-headed sea-eagles sometimes, though not often, sail pass majes-
tically, while silver-winged snipe may be met with on the beach in the
early morning. The bush at the back of us is thronged with smaller
birds, emerald- winged, golden-breasted, scarlet-collared, or black-crested,
and by no means destitute of vocal capacity.
There are other forms of life about us of which the reader may like to
hear something. Our house is situated in the comer of what is known
as a Kafiir location. The cautious foresight of the English government has
set apart for, and the liberality of the colonial legislature has secured to, the
mass of Kaffirs, refugees, and others, living within the colony, certain large
spaces of land, comprising in all about a million and a half acres, which are
inalienably assigned for their occupation and benefit. All the country
southward of us for twenty miles is one of these locations. Some of the
natives resident in it are among the oldest coloured inhabitants of the
colony. Of late years the location has become partly depopulated, owing
to that instinct, or necessity, of savage races which leads them to retire
before the advances of civilization. This location consists of some of the
finest land on the coast. It is close to town, and therefore near a market.
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Many a white settler would be only too thankful to have a home here.
But its very proximity to the more thickly colonized districts constitutes its
chief drawback in the eyes of the natives. They begin to feel cramped and
overlooked ; and latterly many large tribes have, for no other apparent
reason, moved away nearly a hundred miles to the southward, near the
frontier of the colony. The consequence is that this beautiful tract of
country is scarcely peopled at all, and it is hoped that the home government
will allow it to be exchanged for the lands voluntarily selected by its
former inhabitants.
But there are many Kaffirs residing here nevertheless. Two kraals
are in the immediate neighbourhood, and as we are largely dependent
upon them for our daily supplies, they are regarded as part of our esta-
blishment. Butcheries and shops are at some distance, and fish forms
a large feature in one's daily menu. These black neighbours of ours are
sin,ple, primitive people, who regard this rough and rude shanty as a sort
of manor-house, from whence they have a prescriptive right to draw as
much custom as possible. We had not been here two days before the
head and lord of the nearest kraal came to pay his respects. He was
a t;ill, fine old man, of about sixty-five, as far as one could judge, and a
Kaffir's age is one of those mysteries which baffle the sharpest intel-
ligence and the most prolonged observation. He was in the garb of
his people, that is the garb of nature, wholly unassisted save in the
girdle of skin and a feather or two stuck in his hair. A young wife
accompanied him, apparently regarding her patriarchal husband as an
excellent joke. Having squatted on his knees in the verandah he began
to take snuff, as a preface to farther diplomatic intercourse, and then
proceeded with inflexible candour to express his opinion regarding the
personal appearance of every member of our party, to the great confusion
of {ill. Having asked for a drink, and obtained it, he gave the best part
of the beverage to his young wife, who told him that it would certainly
do him harm were he to imbibe it all. Having then arranged to supply us
with milk and corn daily, he saluted us as his rulers and benefactors, and
went his way. The next morning the head of another kraal, about two
miles off, came to see us, bringing with him baskets containing noble fish,
large active crayfish, oysters and mussels, for all of which excellent prices
were demanded. It is a singular circumstance that while Zulus generally
will not touch fish, looking upon it as well as upon pork as unclean, these
Kalfirs have no such scruples, and almost subsist on fish. The children come
dov-n in shoals, pick a quantity of mussels off the rocks, light a fire upon
the beach, and roast them over it ; and capital eating they are when thus
cooked. More expert fishermen than the Kaffirs are I have rarely seen.
Their lines are of great strength, twisted out of strips of bark. Baiting
the^e with crayfish they will pull out of small holes, with surprising quick-
ness, fish after fish — great struggling fellows which require a hard blow or
two before they are got off the line.
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The other clay we made a state visit to the nearest kraal. After
following some winding paths, darkened by the overhanging hush, we came
to a group of ahout half-a-dozen beehive-shaped huts placed round an
enclosure for cattle, at the top of a hill. A chorus of many dogs greeted
our approach. Curs, of no breed in particular, always infest the kraals
of Kaffirs, and bark much without biting at all. Several womon crawled
out of the apertures, two feet high, through which alone daylight finds
ingress into these straw huts. Presently the whole seraglio was around
us, and in due time the old chief himself toddled up from a midday
siesta under a leafy tree. It was pleasant to see how thoroughly fond and
fearless of him his wives seemed to be. There were six of them, one for
each hut. All had babies of tender age on their backs or in their arms.
He was no Bluebeard, this aged polygamist, and fondled his youngest infant
— a bead-eyed little urchin wholly naked, as all Kaffir children are — with
more manifest affection than I ever saw a native exhibit before. Presently
a woman much older than the rest came up and squatted down on all
fours beside him, as though the place were hers by right. He looked
pleased to .see her. She put her head down, very much as a cat does
when it wants stroking, and he fondly rubbed and scratched it for a while.
The action was so simple, yet so funny, that we could not resist a laugh.
He looked up rather wonderingly and asked us if we were smiling at his
doing that. " You white men have particular ways of caressing those you
love, and this is our way." The justice of this remark we had to admit,
whether we liked it or not ; and though the lesson came unpleasantly, wo
confessed to ourselves that the self-sufficiency of people y/ho ridicule others
for habits and customs that differ from their own, often deserve such a
rebuke as we received from this Zulu philosopher. The old lady herself
was evidently delighted with the attention of her husband, and proudly
told us that she was his oldest wife. "And I love her the best," said he,
an assurance by no means resented by the others.
This reminds me of a story told by a medical friend, who many years
resided in the upper districts. The wife of a powerful chief living in the
vicinity was bitten by a snake, and in his anxiety to cure her the chief at
once sent for the European doctor. Some considerable time necessarily
elapsed before the latter could possibly reach the place, and his arrival was
too late to effect a cure ; the wife died. The chief was wildly inconsolable.
" But you have plenty more wives," suggested my friend, anxious to cheer
the painful distress of the bereaved chieftain, who could number his wives
by tens, if not by twenties. " Ah," said he, with an expression of real and
deep feeling, "but the heart loves but one."
Before we left the kraal a fine young man, himself married, came up.
" That is my eldest son," said the old wife, " and the best of them all."
The heir, despite his importance and superiority, seemed a modest,
unassuming fellow. When his father dies, he will inherit not only his
station and property, but his wives too, who will then be his slaves, and
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bound to work for him, as they now are for his parent. This is one of
th«? provisions of Kaffir law, which it is an anomaly of our social condition
to have in operation here.
Small things please these simple-minded people. The girls of our
paiiy had brought several strips of coloured rags, and these were accepted
wi h boundless gratitude by the women, who forthwith began bedecking
tho brows, the arms, and the person of their lord and master with them,
reserving only one bit apiece for themselves. The old man was as proud
of these decorations as a gartered knight may be with his ribbon, and the
whole party at once burst into a jubilant chorus, keeping time with their
hands and shoulders. Vanity is no less a foible with Kaffirs than with
Europeans. Not long since a party of the girls at this kraal came to see
us, each having a baby strapped to her back. Happening to catch a
glimpse of a swing looking-glass of fair size, an object they had never
seen before, their delight was most extravagant and vociferous. Screams
of astonishment and admiration filled the room. Huddling up together so
that all might get a glimpse of themselves in the mirror, they began
dancing, singing, and rolling their eyes and heads about after a fashion
known only to such barbarians. Since that time they have brought fish
and wild-fruit as bribes for permission to gaze into and dance before the
ma^ic mirror.
But I must stop, for my pen is running away with me. There are
other aspects of our watering-place as novel, if not as interesting, as those
I Lave described. Much might be said of the luxury of bathing as we
ha^ e it here, with no prying eyes to care for, and the rock-bound but
turbulent breakers to bound amongst. To be knocked about by these
waves, lifted off your feet by an advancing breaker, and tossed up high, if
not dry, upon the sands, to be scrubbed by the coarse clean sand, or
whirled amidst the lather of some seething " cross-jobble," is to enjoy sea-
bat ling in its best and truest form. Then, when you have had enough
of the salt water, a dozen paces across the river-bar takes you to the
shallow stream, where you can have a cool fresh bath, and feel in all
respects renovated. This last facility to my mind makes our bathing
perfection.
Or go to the top of that little hill near the cottage, crowned by a flag-
staff, and see what a glorious prespect spreads out inland. At our feet
stretches northward a long narrow plain, green with nestling cane leaves,
and humanized by many sugar-mills. All round it rise bold hills, dark
wit] i the primeval bush which covers all our coast lands. On the other
side the valley winds westward, disclosing an ever-undulating woodland
country, rising and sinking in pleasant continuity of softest vallies, where
babbling brooks or sleepy rivers are flowing; while further yet the rolling
uplands dilate in huge swelling heights, here and there rent by some
sudlen chasm, but following each 'other in their upward march to our
mountain frontier, like the rolling billows of the sea.
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And back to that sea our eye instinctively turns, for it fills more than
half the horizon, and unquestionably predominates. It is in one sense a
strangely silent sea ; rarely, indeed, is a sail seen upon it. During our
month of residence we have seen but four steamers and three sailing
vessels. Coleridge might fitly have written here : —
Alone, alone, — all, all alone ;
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
A wide sea truly. The crested waves that come trooping up in serried
order may have travelled, for aught I know, from that mysterious antarctic
land investing the south pole yonder ; there is naught to stop their
march betwixt this shore and that far-off strand. They are the pure,
deep ocean; they are in no degree of the earth, earthy. Unlike the
waters of the German Ocean or the British Channel, they are the true
aqua pura of the sea gods. Agencies invisible to us, operating at remote
distances, gales and storms of which we are insensible, move them. In
the calmest weather they break and roar incessantly, and there are few
ears to hear them. Commerce has yet to stretch her wings this way, and
to make these waters lively with the presence of ships and steamers.
When the avenues of human industiy in the northern world are filled to
overflowing, then we may hope to see this sea lit with many a white sail,
and all the latent goodness of the land developed ; and may that day be
nigh.
THE VILLA ALTIERI.
THE
COENHILL MAGAZINE.
DECEMBER, 1867.
CHAPTER XXIV.
DOUBTS AND FEARS.
ND here is the letter, Julia," said
L'Estrange, as they sat at tea
together that same evening. " Here
is the letter ; and if I were as clever
a casuist as Colonel Bramleigh
thought me, I should perhaps know
whether I have the right to read it
or not."
" Once I have begun to discuss
such a point, I distrust my judg-
ment ; but when I pronounce
promptly, suddenly, out of mere
woman's instinct, I have great faith
in myself."
" And how does your woman's
instinct incline here ? "
tf Not to read it. It may or may
not have been the writer's intention
to have sealed it ; the omission
was possibly a mere accident. At
all . 3 vents, to have shown you the contents would have been a courtesy at
the writer's option. He was not so inclined "
" Stop a bit, Julia," cried he, laughing. " Here you are arguing the
case, after having given me the instinctive impulse that would not wait
for logic. Now, I'll not stand ' floggee and preachee ' too."
•'Don't you see, sir," said she, with a mock air of being offended,
VOL. xvi. — NO. 96. 31.
612 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
" that tlie very essence of this female instinct is its being the perception
of an inspired process of reasoning, an instinctive sense of right, that
did not require a mental effort to arrive at."
" And this instinctive sense of right says, Don't read ? "
"Exactly so."
"Well, I don't agree with you," said he, with a sigh. "I don't
know, and I want to know, in what light Colonel Bramleigh puts me
forward. Am I a friend ? am I a dependant ? am I a man worth taking
some trouble about ? or am I merely, as I overheard him saying to Lord
Culduff, ' a young fellow my boys are very fond of ? ' "
" Oh, George. You never told me this."
" Because it's not safe to tell you anything. You are sure to resent
things you ought never to show you have known. I'd lay my life on it
that had you heard that speech, you'd have contrived to introduce it into
some narrative or some description before a week went over."
" Well, it's a rule of war, if the enemy fire unfair ammunition, you
may send it back to him."
" And then," said L'Estrange, reverting to his own channel of thought,
" and then it's not impossible that it might be such a letter as I would not
have stooped to present."
" If I were a man, nothing would induce me to accept a letter of
introduction to any one," said she, boldly. " It puts every one concerned
in a false position. ' Give the bearer ten pounds ' is intelligible ; but
when the request is, ' Be polite to the gentleman who shall deliver this ;
invite him to dine ; present him to your wife and daughters ; give him
currency amongst your friends ; ' all because of certain qualities which
have met favour with some one else ; why, this subverts every principle
of social intercourse ; this strikes at the root of all that lends a charm to
intimacy. I want to find out the people -who suit me in life, just as I
want to display the traits that may attract others to me"
" I'd like to know what's inside this," said L'Estrange, who only half
followed what she was saying.
" Shall I tell you ? " said she, gravely.
" Do, if you can."
" Here it is : — < The bearer of this is a young fellow who has been our
parson for some time back, and now wants to be yours at Albano. There's
not much harm in him ; he is well-born, well-mannered, preaches but
twelve minutes, and rides admirably to hounds. Do what you can for
him ; and believe me yours truly.' "
"If I thought "
" Of course you'd put it in the fire," said she, finishing his speech ;
" and I'd have put it there though it should contain something exactly
the reverse of all this."
" The doctor told me that Bramleigh said something about a repara-
tion that he owed me ; and although the phrase, coming from a man in
his state, might mean nothing, or next to nothing, it still keeps recurring
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to my mind, and suggesting an eager desire to know what lie could
point to."
" Perhaps his conscience pricked him, George, for not having made
more of you while here. I'd almost say it might with some justice."
" I think they have shown us great attention — have been most
hospitable and courteous to us."
" I'm not a fair witness, for I have no sort of gratitude for social
civilities. I think it's always the host is the obliged person."
" I know you do," said he, smiling.
" Who knows," said she warmly, "if he has not found out that the
« young fellow the boys were so fond of ' was worthy of favour in higher
qu irters ? Eh, George, might not this give the clue to the reparation he
speaks of?"
" I can make nothing of it," said he, as he tossed the letter on the
talle with an impatient movement. "I'll tell you what I'll do, Julia,"
criid he, after a pause. "I'll take the letter over to Castello to-morrow,
and ask Augustus if he feels at liberty to read it to me ; if he opine not,
IT get him to seal it then and there."
" But suppose he consents to read it, and suppose it should contain
something, I'll not say offensive, but something disagreeable, something
thf t you certainly would not wish to have said ; will you be satisfied at
being the listener while he reads it ? "
" I think I'd rather risk that than bear my present uncertainty."
" And if you'll let me, George, I'll go with you. I'll loiter about the
grounds, and you can tell Nelly where to find me, if she wishes to see me."
" By the way, she asked me why you had not been to Castello ; but
my head being very full of other things, I forgot to tell you ; and then
there was something else I was to say."
" Try and remember it, George," said she, coaxingly. *j
"What was it? Was it? — no — it couldn't have been about Lord
Cu duff carrying away the doctor to his own room, and having him there
full half-an-hour in consultation before he saw Colonel Bramleigh."
"Did he do that?"
" Yes. It was some redness, or some heat, or something or other that
he remarked about his ears after eating. No, no; it wasn't that. I
ren .ember all about it now. It was a row that Jack got into with his
Ad: mral ; he didn't report himself, or he reported to the wrong man, or he
wei t on board when he oughtn't ; in fact, he did something irregular, and
the Admiral used some very hard language, and Jack rejoined, and the
npsliot is he's to be brought before a court martial ; at least he fears so."
" Poor fellow ; what is to become of him ? "
" Nelly says that there is yet time to apologize ; that the Admiral will
per: ait him to retract or recall what he said, and that his brother officers
say he ought — some of them at least."
" And it was this you forgot to tell me ?" said she, reproachfully.
' ' No. It was all in my head, but along with so many things ; and then
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I was so badgered and bullied by the cross-examination they submitted
me to ; and so anxious and uneasy, that it escaped me till now."
" Oh, George, let us do a good-natured thing ; let us go over and see
Nelly ; she'll have so many troubles on her heart, she'll want a word of
advice and kindness. Let us walk over there now."
" It's past ten o'clock, Julia."
"Yes; but they're always late at Castello."
" And raining heavily besides ; — listen to that ! "
" What do we care for rain ? did bad weather ever keep either of us at
home when we wished to be abroad ? "
" "We can go to-morrow. I shall have to go to-morrow about this
letter."
" But if we wait we shall lose a post. Come, George, get your coat and
hat, and I'll be ready in an instant."
" After all, it will seem so strange in us presenting ourselves at such
an hour, and in such a trim. I don't know how we shall do it."
"Easily enough. I'll go to Mrs. Eady the housekeeper's room, and
you'll say nothing about me, except to Nelly ; and as for yourself, it will
be only a very natural anxiety on your part to learn how the Colonel is
doing. There, now, don't delay. Let us be off at once." •
" I declare I think it a very mad excursion, and the only thing certain
to come of it will be a heavy cold or a fever."
"And we face the same risks every day for nothing. I'm sure wet
weather never kept you from joining the hounds."
This home-thrust about the very point on which he was then smarting
decided the matter, and he arose and left the room without a word.
" Yes," muttered he, as he mounted the stairs, "there it is ! That's
the reproach I can never make head against. The moment they say, * You
were out hunting,' I stand convicted at once."
There was little opportunity for talk as they breasted the beating rain
on their way to Castello ; great sheets of water came down with a sweeping
wind, which at times compelled them to halt and seek shelter ere they
could recover breath to go on.
"What a night," muttered he. "I don't think I was ever out in a
worse."
" Isn't it rare fun, George ? " said she, laughingly. " It's as good as
swim Tii ing in a rough sea."
" Which I always hated."
" And which I delighted in ! WTiatever taxes one's strength to its
limits, and exacts all one's courage besides, is the most glorious of excite-
ments. There's a splash; that was hail, George."
He muttered something that was lost in the noise of the storm-; and
though from time to time she tried to provoke him to speak, now, by some
lively taunt, now by some jesting remark on his sullen humour, he main-
tained his silence till he reached the terrace, when he said, —
" Here we are, and I declare, Julia, I'd rather go back than go forward."
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11 You shan't have the choice," said she laughing, as she rang the
bell. " How is your master, William ? " asked she, as the servant
admitted them.
" No better, miss; the Dublin doctor's upstairs now in consultation,
anc'l I believe there's another to be sent for."
" Mind that you don't say I'm here. I'm going to Mrs. Eady's room
to dry my cloak, and I don't wish the young ladies to be disturbed," said
she, passing hastily on to the housekeeper's room, while L'Estrange made
his way to the drawing-room. The only person here, however, was Mr.
Harding, who, with his hands behind his back and his head bowed forward,
wa^ slowly pacing the room in melancholy fashion.
"Brain fever, sir," muttered he, in reply to the curate's inquiry.
" Brain fever, and of a severe kind. Too much application to business —
did not give up in time, they say."
" But he looked so well ; seemed always so hearty and so cheerful."
" Very true, sir, very true ; but as you told us on Sunday, in that
impressive discourse of yours, we are only whited sepulchres."
L'Estrange blushed. It was so rare an event for him to be compli-
mented on his talents as a preacher that he half mistrusted the eulogy.
"•And what else, indeed, are we ? " sighed the little man. "Here's
our dear friend, with all that the world calls prosperity ; he has fortune,
station, a fine family, and "
The enumeration of the gifts that made up this lucky man's measure of
prosperity was here interrupted by the entrance of Ellen Bramleigh, who
came in abruptly and eagerly.
" Where's Julia ? " cried she ; " my maid told me she was here."
• L'Estrange answered in a low tone. Ellen, in a subdued voice, said, —
" I'll take her up to my room. I have much to say to her. Will you
let her remain here to-night ? — you can't refuse. It is impossible she
could go back in such weather." And without waiting for his reply, she
hurried away.
" I suppose they sent for you, sir ? " resumed Harding. " They wished
you to see him ?" and he made a slight gesture, to point out that he meant
the sick man.
" No ; I came up to see if I could say a few words to Augustus — on a
niatoer purely my own."
" Ha ! indeed ! I'm afraid you are not likely to have the opportunity
This is a trying moment, sir. Dr. B., though only a country practitioner,
is a man of much experience, and he opines that the membranes are
affected."
•' Indeed!"
' ' Yes ; he thinks it's the membranes ; and he derives his opinion from
the aature of the mental disturbance, for there are distinct intervals of
perf ;ct sanity — indeed, of great mental power. The Colonel was a remark-
able man, Mr. L'Estrange ; a very remarkable man."
"I've always heard so."
646 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
" All, sir, he had great projects — I might call them grand projects, for
Ireland, had he been spared to cany them out."
" Let us still hope that he may."
" No, no, sir, that is not to be ; and if Belton be correct, it is as well,
perhaps, it should not be." Here he touched his forehead with the top of
his finger, and gave a glance of most significant meaning.
" Does he apprehend permanent injury to the brain ?"
The other pursed his mouth, and shook his head slowly, but did not
speak.
" That's very dreadful," said L'Estrange, sadly.
"Indeed it is, sir ; take this from us," and here he touched his head,
' ' and what are we ? What are we better than the beasts of the field ?
But why do I say this to you, sir ? Who knows these things better than
yourself?"
The curate was half inclined to smile at the ambiguity of the speech,
but he kept his gravity, and nodded assent.
" Nobody had the slightest conception of his wealth," said Harding,
coming up, and actually whispering the words into the other's ear. " We
knew all about the estated property ; I did at least, I knew every acre
of it, and how it was let ; but of his money in shares, in foreign securities,
on mortgages, and in various investments ; what he had out at venture in
Assam and Japan, and what he drew twenty-five per cent, from in Peru ;
—of these, sir, none of us had any conception ; and would you believe it,
Mr. L'Estrange, that he can talk of all these things at some moments as
collectedly as if he was in perfect health ? He was giving directions to
Simcox about his will, and he said, ' Half a sheet of note-paper will do it,
Simcox. I'll make my intentions very clear, and there will be nobody
to dispute them. And as to details of what little — he called it little ! —
I possess in the world, I want no notes to aid my memory.' The doctor,
however, positively prevented anything being done to-day, and strictly
interdicted him from hearing any matters of business whatsoever. And it
is strange enough, that if not brought up before him, he will not advert
to these topics at all, but continue to wander on about his past life, and
whether he had done wisely in this, or that, or the other, mixing very
worldly thoughts and motives very oddly at times with those that belong
to more serious considerations. Poor Mr. Augustus," continued he, after
a short breathing moment. " He does not know what to do ! He was
never permitted to take any part in business, and he knows no more of
Bramleigh and Underwood than you do. And now he is obliged to open all
letters marked immediate or urgent, and to make the best replies he can,
to give directions, and to come to decisions, in fact, on things he never
so much as heard of. And all this while he is well aware that if his father
should recover, he'll not forgive him the liberty he has taken to open his
correspondence. Can you imagine a more difficult or painful situation ?"
" I think much of the embarrassment might be diminished, Mr. Harding,
by his taking you into his counsels."
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" Ah ! and that's the very thing I'll not suffer him to do. No, no,
s..r, I know the Colonel tot) well for that. He may, when he is well and
about again, he may forgive his son, his son and heir, for having pos-
sjssed himself with a knowledge of many important details ; but he'd not
forgive the agent, Mr. Harding. I think I can hear the very words he'd
use. He said once on a time to me, 'I want no Grand Yizier, Harding ;
I'm Sultan and Grand Yizier too.' So I said to Mr. Augustus, ' I've no
head for business after dinner, and particularly when I have tasted your
father's prime Madeira.' And it was true, sir ; true as you stand there.
The doctor and I had finished the second decanter before we took our
coffee."
L'Estrange now looked the speaker fully in the face ; and to his
astonishment saw that signs of his having drank freely — which, strangely
enough, had hitherto escaped his notice — were now plainly to be seen there.
" No, sir, not a bit tipsy," said Harding, interpreting his glance ; "not
even what Mr. Cutbill calls ' tight ! ' I won't go so far as to say I'd like
t3 make up a complicated account; but for an off-hand question as to the'
\alue of a standing crop, or an allowance for improvements in the case of
g tenant-at-will, I'm as good as ever I felt. What's more, sir, it's three-
c-nd-twenty years since I took so much wine before. It was the day I got
riy appointment to the agency, Mr. L'Estrange. I was weak enough to
i idulge on that occasion, and the Colonel said to me, ' As much wine as you
Lke, Harding — a pipe of it, if you please ; but don't be garrulous.' The
vord sobered me, sir — sobered me at once. I was offended, I'll not deny
i j ; but I couldn't afford to show that I felt it. I shut up ; and from that
lour to this I never was 'garrulous' again. Is it boasting to say, sir,
that it's not every man who could do as much ? "
- The curate bowed politely, as if in concurrence.
" You never thought me garrulous, sir ?"
" Never, indeed, Mr. Harding."
"No, sir, it was not the judgment the world passed on me. Men
Lave often said Harding is cautious, Harding is reserved, Harding is
guarded in what he says ; but none have presumed to say I was garrulous."
" I must say I think you dwell too much on a mere passing expression.
] t was not exactly polite ; but I'm sure it was not intended to convey
( ither a grave censure or a fixed opinion."
li I hope so ; I hope so, with all my heart, sir," said he pathetically.
!'3ut his drooping head and depressed look showed how little of encourage-
] aent the speech gave him.
" Mr. Augustus begs you'll come to him in the library, sir," said a
iootman, entering, and to L'Estrange's great relief, coding to his rescue
i rom his tiresome companion.
" I think I'd not mention the matter now," said Harding, with a sigh.
1 ' They've trouble and sickness in the house, and the moment would be
i infavourable ; but you'll not forget it, sir, you'll not forget that I want the
4 xpression recalled, or at least the admission that it was used inadvertently."
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L'E strange nodded assent, and hurried away to the library.
" The man of all others I wanted to see," said Augustus, meeting him
with an outstretched hand. " What on earth has kept you away from us
of late?"
" I fancied you were all a little cold towards me," said the curate,
blushing deeply as he spoke ; " but if I thought you wanted me, I'd not
have suffered my suspicion to interfere. I'd have come up at once."
' ' You're a good fellow, and I believe you thoroughly. There has been
no coldness ; at least, I can swear, none on my part, nor any that I know of
elsewhere. We are in great trouble. You've heard about my poor father's
seizure — indeed you saw him when it was impending, and now here am I in
a position of no common difficulty. The doctors have declared that they
will not answer for his life, or, if he lives, for his reason, if he be disturbed
or agitated by questions relating to business. They have, for greater
impressiveness, given this opinion in writing, and signed it. I have tele-
graphed the decision to the Firm, and have received this reply, ' Open all
marked urgent, and answer.' Now, you don't know my father very long,
or very intimately, but I think you know enough of him to be aware what
a dangerous step is this they now press me to take. First of all, I know
no more of his affairs than you do. It is not only that he never confided
anything to me, but he made it a rule never to advert to a matter of
business before any of us. And to such an extent did he carry his jealousy
— if it was jealousy — in this respect, that he would immediately interpose
if Underwood or the senior clerk said anything about money matters, and
remark, ' These young gentlemen take no interest in such subjects ; let us
talk of something they can take their share in.' Nor was this abstention
on his part without a touch of sarcasm, for he would occasionally talk a
little to my sister Marion on bank matters, and constantly said, * Why
weren't you a boy, Marion ? You could have taken the helm when it was
my watch below.' This showed what was the estimate he had formed of
myself and my brothers. I mention all these things to you now, that you
may see the exact danger of the position I am forced to occupy. If I
refuse to act, if I decline to open the letters on pressing topics, and by my
refusal lead to all sorts of complication and difficulties, I shall but confirm
him, whenever he recovers, in his depreciatory opinion of me ; and if, on
the other hand, I engage in the correspondence, who is to say that I may
not be possessing myself of knowledge that he never intended I should
acquire, and which might produce a fatal estrangement between us in
future ? And this is the doubt and difficulty in which you now find me.
Here I stand surrounded with these letters — look at that pile yonder — and
I have not corn-age to decide what course to take."
" And he is too ill to consult with ? "
" The doctors have distinctly forbidden one syllable on any business
matter."
" It's strange enough that it was a question which bore upon all
this brought me up here to-night. Your father had promised me a letter
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to Lady Augusta at Rome, with reference to a chaplaincy I was looking for,
and he told Belton to inform me that he had written the letter and sealed
it, and left it on the table in the library. We found it there, as he said,
only not sealed; and though that point was not important, it suggested
a d.scussion between Julia and myself whether I had or had not the right
to read it, being a letter of presentation, and regarding myself alone. We
could not agree as to what ought to be $one, and resolved at last to take
the letter over to you, and say, If you feel at liberty to let me hear what
is in this, read it for me ; if you have any scruples on the score of reading,
seal it, and the matter is ended at once. This is the letter."
Augustus took it, and regarded it leisurely for a moment.
" I think I need have no hesitation here," said he. " I break no seal,
at least."
He withdrew the letter carefully from the envelope, and opened it.
" ' Dear Sedley,' " read he, and stopped. " Why, this is surely a mis-
take ; this was not intended for Lady Augusta ; " and he turned to the
adcress, which ran, " The Lady Augusta Bramleigh, Yilla Altieri, Rome."
" What can this mean ? "
" He has put it in a wrong envelope."
" Exactly so, and probably sealed the other, which led to his remark
to Belton. I suppose it may be read now. ' Dear Sedley — Have no fears
about the registry. First of all, I do not believe any exists of the date
required ; and secondly, there will be neither church, nor parson, nor
register here in three months hence.' " Augustus stopped and looked at
L'E strange. Each face seemed the reflex of the other, and the look of
puzzled horror was the same on both. " I must go on, I can't help it,'*
muttered Augustus, and continued : " ' I have spoken to the dean, who
agrees with me that Portshandon need not be retained as a parish. Some-
thing, of course, must be done for the curate here. You will probably be
able to obtain one of the smaller livings for him in the Chancellor's
palronage. So much for the registry difficulty, which indeed was never a
difficulty at all till it occurred to your legal acuteness to make it such.'
" There is more here, but I am unwilling to read on," said Augustus,
whose face was now crimson, " and yet, L'Estrange," added he, " it may
be that I shall want your counsel in this very matter. I'll finish it."
And he read, " ' The more I reflect on the plan of a compromise the less I
liko it, and I cannot for the life of me see how it secures finality. If this
charge is to be revived in my son's time, it will certainly not be met with
more vigour or more knowledge than I can myself contribute to it.
Evary impostor gains by the lapse of years — bear that in mind. The
difficulties which environ explanations are invariably in favour of the rogue,
just because fiction is more plausible often ton truth. It is not pleasant
to admit, but I am forced to own that there is not one amongst my sons
who has either the stamina or the energy to confront such a peril ; so that,
if ohe battle be really to be fought, let it come on while I am yet here,
and in health and vigour to engage in it.
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" * There are abundant reasons why I cannot confide the matter to any
of my family — one will suffice : there is not one of them except my eldest
daughter who would not be crushed by the tidings, and though she has head
enough, she has not the temper for a very exciting and critical struggle.
" ' What you tell me of Jack and his indiscretion will serve to show you
how safe I should be in the hands of my sons, and he is possibly about as
wise as his brothers, though less pretentious than the diplomatist ; and as
for Augustus, I have great misgivings. If the time should ever come when
he should have convinced himself that this claim was good, — and sentimental
reasons would always have more weight with him than either law or logic,
— I say, if such a time should arrive, he's just the sort of nature that would
prefer the martyrdom of utter beggary to the assertion of his right, and
the vanity of being equal to the sacrifice would repay him for the ruin.
There are fellows of this stamp, and I have terrible fears that I have one
of them for a son.' "
Augustus laid down the letter and tried to smile, but his lip trembled
hysterically, and his voice was broken and uncertain as he said : " This
is a hard sentence, George, — I wish I had never read it. What can it all
mean ? " cried he, after a minute or more of what seemed cruel suffering.
" What is this claim ? Who is this rogue ? and what is this charge that
can be revived and pressed in another generation ? Have you ever heard
of this before ? or can you make anything out of it now ? Tell me, for
mercy's sake, and do not keep me longer in this agony of doubt and
uncertainty." \
" I have not the faintest clue to the meaning of all this. It reads as
if some one was about to prefer a claim to your father's estate, and that
your lawyer had been advising a compromise with him."
" But a compromise is a sort of admission that the claimant was not an
impostor, — that he had his rights ? "
' ( There are rights, and rights! There are demands, too, that it is
often better to conciliate than to defy, — even though defiance would be
successful."
"And how is it that I never hear~d of this before?" burst he out
indignantly. " Has a man the right to treat his son in this fashion ? to
bring him up in the unbroken security of succeeding to an inheritance that
the law may decide he has no title to ? "
" I think that is natural enough. Your father evidently did not
recognize this man's right, and felt there was no need to impart the matter
to his family."
" But why should my father be the judge in his own cause ? "
L'Estrange smiled faintly : the line in the Colonel's letter, in which ho
spoke of his son's sensitiveness, occurred to him at once.
" I see how you treat my question," said Augustus. " It reminds you of
the character my father gave me. What do you say then to that passage
about the registry ? Why, if we be clean-handed in this business, do
we want to make short work of all records ? "
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 651
" I simply say I can mako nothing of it."
" Is it possible, tliink you, that Marion knows this story ? "
" I think it by no means unlikely."
" It would account for much that has often puzzled me," said Augustus,
int. sing as he spoke. "A certain self-assertion that she has, and a habit,
toe, of separating her own interests from those of the rest of us, as though
sp ;culating on a time when she should walk alone. Have you remarked
that?"
"I! I," said L'Estrange, smiling, "remark nothing! there is not a
less observant fellow breathing."
" If it were not for those words about the parish registry, George,"
sa.d the other, in a grave tone, " I'd carry a light heart about all this ; I'd
ta.ie my father's version of this fellow, whoever he is, and believe him to
be an impostor ; but I don't like the notion of foul play, and it does mean
foil play."
L'Estrange was silent, and for some minutes neither spoke.
" When my father," said Augustus — and there was a tone of bitterness
now in his voice — " When my father drew that comparison between him-
self and his sons, he may have been flattering his superior intellect at
tie expense of some other quality."
Another and a longer pause succeeded.
At last L'Estrange spoke : —
' ' I have been running over in my head all that could bear upon this
matter, and now I remember a couple of weeks ago that Longworth, who
c; me with a French friend of his to pass an evening at the cottage,
led me to talk of the parish church and its history : he asked me if it had
nDtbeen burnt by the rebels in '98, and seemed surprised when I said
it was only the vestry-room and the books that had been destroyed.
' Was not that strange ? ' asked he ; * did the insurgents usually interest
themselves about parochial records ? ' I felt a something like a sneer in
tie question, and made him no reply."
" And who was the Frenchman ? "
"A certain Count Pracontal, whom Longworth met in Upper Egypt.
I >y the way, he was the man Jack led over the high bank, where the poor
fallow's leg was broken."
"I remember; he of course has no part in the story we are now
c iscussing. Longworth may possibly know something. Are you intimate
vith him?"
" No, we are barely acquainted. I believe he was rather flattered by
t ae very slight attention we showed himself and his friend ; but his manner
vas shy, and he is a diffident, bashful sort of man, not easy to
understand."
" Look here, L'Estrange," said Augustus, laying his hand on the
other's shoulder. " All that has passed between us here to-night is strictly
,onndential, to be divulged to no one, not even your sister. As for this
etter, I'll forward it to Sedley, for whom it was intended. I'll tell him
652 THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
how it chanced that I read it ; and then — and then — the rest will take its
own course."
" I wonder if Julia intends to come back with me ? " said L'Estrange
after a pause.
" No. Nelly has persuaded her to stay here, and I think there is no
reason why you should not also."
" No. I'm always uncomfortable away from my own den ; but I'll be
with you early to-morrow ; good-night."
Nelly and Julia did not go to bed till day-break. They passed the
night writing a long letter to Jack — the greater part being dictated by
Julia while Nelly wrote. It was an urgent entreaty to him to yield to
the advice of his brother officers, and withdraw the offensive words he had
used to the Admiral. It was not alone his station, his character, and his
future in life were pressed into the service, but the happiness of all who
loved him and wished him well, with a touching allusion to his poor
father's condition, and the impossibility of asking any aid or counsel from
him. Nelly went on — " Remember, dear Jack, how friendless and deserted I
shall be if I lose you ; and it would be next to losing you to know you had
quitted the service, and gone heaven knows where, to do heaven knows
what." She then adverted to home, and said, "You know how happy and
united we were all here, once on a time. This has all gone : Marion and
Temple hold themselves quite apart, and Augustus, evidently endeavouring
to be neutral, is isolated. I only say this to show you how, more than
ever, I need your friendship and affection ; nor is it the least sad of all my
tidings, the L'Estranges are going to leave this. There is to be some new
arrangement by which Portshandon is to be united to Lisconnor, and one
church to serve for the two parishes. George and Julia think of going to
Italy. I can scarcely tell you how I feel this desertion of me now, dearest
Jack. I'd bear up against all these and worse — if worse there be — were I
only to feel that you were following out your road to station and success,
and that the day was coming when I should be as proud as I am fond of
.you. You hate writing, I know, but you will, I'm sure, not fail to send me
half-a-dozen lines to say that I have not pleaded in vain. I fear I shall
not soon be able to send you pleasant news from this, the gloom thickens
every day around us, but you shall hear constantly." The letter ended
with a renewed entreaty to him to place himself in the hands and under
the guidance of such of his brother officers as he could rely on for sound
judgment and moderation. " Remember, Jack, I ask you to do nothing that
shall peril honour ; but also nothing in anger, nothing out of wounded
self-love."
" Add one line, only one, Julia," said she, handing the pen to her and
pushing the letter before her; and without a word Julia wrote : — " A certain
coquette of your acquaintance — heartless of course as all her tribe — is very
sony for your trouble, and would do all in her power to lessen it. To this
end she begs you to listen patiently to the counsels of the present letter,
every line of which she has read, and to believe that in yielding something
THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. 653
— if it should be so — to the opinion of those who care for you, you acquire
a new right to their affection, and a stronger title to their love."
Nelly threw her arm round Julia's neck and kissed her again and again.
" Yes, darling, these dear words will sink into his heart, and he will
not refuse our prayer."
CHAPTER XXV.
MARION'S AMBITIONS.
COLONEL BRAMLEIGH'S malady took a strange form, and one which much
puzzled his physicians : his feverish symptoms gradually disappeared, and
to his paroxysms of passion and excitement there now succeeded a sort of
draary apathy, in which he scarcely uttered a word, nor was it easy to say
whether he heard or heeded the remarks around him. This state was
accompanied by a daily increasing debility, as though the powers of life
were being gradually exhausted, and that, having no more to strive for or
desire, he cared no more to live.
The whole interest of his existence now seemed to centre around the
hour when the post arrived. He had ordered that the letter-bag should
be opened in his presence, and as the letters were shown him one by one,
he locked them, unopened and unread, in a despatch-box, so far strictly
obedient to the dictates of the doctor, who had forbidden him all species
of excitement. His family had been too long accustomed to the reserve
and distance he observed towards them to feel surprised that none were in
this critical hour admitted to his confidence, and that it was in presence
of his valet, Dorose, the letters were sorted and separated, and such
as had no bearing on matters of business sent down to be read by the
family.
It was while he continued in this extraordinary state, intermediate as
it seemed between sleeping and waking, a telegram came from Sedley to
Augustus, saying, — " Highly important to see your father. Could he
confer with me if I go over ? Reply at once." The answer was, —
" Unlikely that you can see him ; but come on the chance."
Before sending off this reply, Augustus had taken the telegram up to
lLarion's room, to ask her advice in the matter. " You are quite right,
Custy," said she, "for if Sedley cannot see papa, he can certainly see
Lord Culduff."
" Lord Culduff," cried he, in amazement. "Why, what could Lord
Culduff possibly know about my father's affairs ? How could he be quali-
fied to give an opinion upon them ? "
" Simply on the grounds of his great discrimination, his great acute-
ress, joined to a general knowledge of life, in which he has admittedly few
r vals."
" Grant all that ; bat here are special questions, here are matters
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essentially personal ; and with all his lordship's tact and readiness, yet he
is not one of us."
" He may be, though, and very soon too," replied she, promptly.
" What do you mean ? " asked he, in a voice of almost dismay.
" Just what I say, Augustus ; and I am not aware it is a speech that
need excite either the amazement or the terror I see in your face at this
moment."
"I am amazed ; and if I understand you aright, I have grounds to be
shocked besides."
" Upon my word," said she, in a voice that trembled with passion,
" I have reason to congratulate myself on the score of brotherly affection.
Almost the last words Jack spoke to me at parting were, ' For God's
sake, shake off that old scamp ; ' and now you — that hold a very different
position amongst us — you, who will one day be the head of the family,
deliberately tell me you are shocked at the prospect of my being allied to
one of the first names in the peerage."
<« My dear Marion," said he, tenderly, "it is not the name, it is not
the rank, I object to."
" Is it his fortune, then ? I'm sure it can't be his abilities."
" It is neither. It is simply that the man might be your grand-
father."
" Well, sir," said she, drawing herself up, and assuming a manner of
intense hauteur, " and if I — I conclude I am the person most to be con-
sulted— if I do not regard this disparity of years as an insurmountable
obstacle, by what right can one of my family presume to call it such ? "
" My dear sister," said he, " can you not imagine the right of a
brother to consult for your happiness ? "
" Happiness is a very large word. If it were for Nelly that you were
interesting yourself, I've no doubt your advice and counsel ought to have
great weight ; but I am not one of your love-in-a-cottage young ladies,
Gusty. I am, I must own it, excessively worldly. Whatever happiness
I could propose to myself in life is essentially united to a certain ambition.
We have as many of the advantages of mere wealth as most people : as fine
equipage, as many footmen, as good a cook, and as costly silver ; and what
do they do for us ? They permit us simply to enter the lists with a set of
people who have high-stepping horses and powdered lacqueys like ourselves,
but who are no more the world, no more society, than one of papa's Indiamen
is a ship of the Royal Navy. Why do I say this to you, who were at
Oxford, who saw it all, — ay, and felt it all, — in those fresh years of youth
when these are sharp sufferings ? You know well — you told me your griefs
at the time — that you were in a set without being ' of it ; ' that the stamp
of inequality was as indelibly fixed upon you as though you were a
corporal and wore coarse cloth. Now, these things are hard to bear for
a man, for a woman they are intolerable. She has not the hundred and
one careers in life in which individual distinction can obliterate the claims
of station. She has but one stage — the salon ; but, to her, this narrow
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world, soft-carpeted and damask- curtained, is a veiy universe, and
without the recognized stamp of a certain rank in it, she is absolutely
not ling."
" And may not all these things be bought too dearly, Marion ? "
" I 'don't know the price I'd call too high for them."
" What ! Not your daily happiness ? not your self-esteem ? not the
want of the love of one who would have your whole heart in his
keeping ? "
" So he may, if he can give me the rank I care for."
" Oh, Marion ! I cannot think this of you," cried he, bitterly.
" That is to say, that you want me to deceive you with false assurances
of anbought affection and the like ; and you are angry because I will not
play the hypocrite. Lord Culduff has made me an offer of his hand, and
I Lave accepted it. You are aware that I am my own mistress. What-
evf r I possess, it is absolutely my own ; and though I intend to speak
wiih my father, and, if it may be, obtain his sanction, I will not say that
his refusal would induce me to break off my engagement."
" At all events, you are not yet this man's wife, Marion," said he, with
mere determination than he had yet shown; " and I forbid you positively
to impart to Lord Culduff anything regarding this telegram."
" I make no promises."
" You may have no regard for the interests of your family, but possibly
yoa will care for some of your own," said he, fiercely. " Now, I tell you
distinctly, there are very grave perils hanging over us at this moment — perils
of which I cannot measure the amount nor the consequences. I can only
dimly perceive the direction from which they come ; and I warn you, for your
ovu sake, make no confidences beyond the bounds of your own family." ^
"You are superbly mysterious, Gusty; and if I were impressionable
or this kind of matter, I half suspect you might terrify me. Papa ought
to have committed a forgery, at least, to justify your dark insinuations."
' ' There is no question of a forgery ; but there may be that which, in
tha end, will lead to a ruin as complete as any forgery."
"I know what you mean," said she, in a careless, easy tone ; "the
brnk has made use of private securities and title-deeds, just as those
otiier people did — I forget their names — a couple of years ago."
"It is not even that ; but I repeat the consequences may be to the
fall as disastrous."
"You allude to this unhappy scrape of Jack's."
" I do not. I was not then thinking of it."
" Because as to that, Lord Culduff said there never yet grew a tree
w lere there wasn't a branch or two might be lopped off with advantage.
If Jack doesn't think his station in life worth preserving, all the teaching
ir the world won't persuade him to maintain it."
" Poor Jack ! " said he, bitterly.
" Yes, I say, poor Jack ! too. I think it's exactly the epithet to apply
tc one whose spirit is so much beneath his condition."
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" You are terribly changed, Marion. I do not know if you are aware
of it?"
" I hope I am. I trust that I look at the events around me from a
higher level than I have been accustomed to hitherto."
" And is my father in a state to be consulted on a matter of this
importance ? " asked he, half indignantly.
" Papa has already been spoken to about it; and it is by his own
desire we are both to see him this evening."
" Am I the only one here who knew nothing of all this ? "
" You should have been told formally this morning, Augustus. Lord
Culduff only waited for a telegram from Mr. Cutbill to announce to you
his intentions and his — hopes." A slight hesitation delayed the word.
" These things I can't help," said he bitterly, and as if speaking to him-
self. " They have been done without my knowledge, and regardless of me
in every way ; but I do protest, strongly protest, against Lord Culduff
being introduced into matters which are purely our own."
" I never knew till now that we had family secrets," said she, with an
insolent air.
" You may learn it later on, perhaps, and without pleasure."
" So, then, these are the grave perils you tried to terrify me with a
while ago. You forget, Augustus, that I have secured my passage in
another ship. Personally, at least, I am in no danger."
" I did forget that. I did indeed forget how completely you could
disassociate yourself from the troubles of your family."
" But what is going to happen to us ? They can't shoot Jack because
he called his commanding officer an ugly name. They can't indite papa
because he refused to be high- sheriff. And if the world is angry with you,
Gusty, it is not certainly because you like the company of men of higher
station than your own."
He flushed at the sarcasm that her speech half revealed, and turned
away to hide .his irritation.
" Shall I tell you frankly, Gusty," continued she, " that I believe
nothing — absolutely nothing — of these impending calamities ? There is
no sword suspended over us ; or if there be, it is by a good strong cord,
which will last our time. There are always plenty of dark stories in the
City. Shares fall and great houses tumble ; but papa told me scores of
times that he never put all his eggs into one basket : and Bramleigh
and Underwood will be good names for many a day to come. Shall I
tell you, my dear Augustus, what I suspect to be the greatest danger
that now hangs over us ? And I am quite ready to admit it is a
heavy one."
" What is it ? "
" The peril I mean is, that your sister Nelly will marry the curate.
Oh, you may look shocked and incredulous, and cry impossible, if you like ;
but we girls are very shrewd detectives over each other, and what I tell you
is only short of certainty."
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" He has not a shilling in the world ; nor has she, independently of
iny father."
''That's the reason. That's the reason ! These are the troths that
are never broken. There is nothing aids fidelity like beggary."
* ' He has neither friends nor patrons ; he told me himself he has not
the vaguest hope of advancement."
" Exactly so ; and just for that they will be married ! Now it reminds
me." said she, aloud, " of what papa once said to me. The man who
wants to build up a name and a family, ought to have few children. With a
large household, some one or other will make an unhappy alliance, and
one deserter disgraces the army."
" A grave consideration for Lord Culduff at this moment," said he, with
a humourous twinkle of the eye.
" We have talked it over already," said she.
" Once for all, Marion, no confidences about what I have been talking
of." And so1 saying he went his way.
CHAPTER XXVI.
MR. CUTBILL ARRIVES AT CASTELLO.
ON the eve of that day on which the conversation in the last chapter
occurred, Mr. Cutbill arrived at Castello. He came full of town news : he
brought with him the latest scandals of society, and the last events in
politics ; he could tell of what was doing in Downing Street, and what was
about to be done in the City. In fact, he had the sort of budget that was
sure to amuse a country audience, and yet, to his astonishment, he found
none to question, none even to listen to him. Colonel Bramleigh's illness
had thrown a gloom over all. The girls relieved each other in watches
beside their father, and Augustus and Temple dined together alone, as Lord
CuldufFs gout still detained him in his room. It was as the dinner drew
to its close that Mr. Cutbill was announced.
"It ain't serious, I hope? I mean, they don't think the case
dangerous ? " said he, as he arranged his napkin on his knee.
Augustus only shook his head in silence.
" Why, what age is he ? not sixty ? "
" Fifty-one— fifty-two in June."
" That's not old ; that's the prime of life, especially when a man has
taken nothing out of himself."
" He was always temperate ; most temperate."
" Just so : even his own choice Mouton didn't tempt him into the
second bottle. I remember that well. I said to myself, ( Tom Cutbill,
that green seal wouldn't fare so well in your keeping.' I had such a bag
of news for him ! All the rogueries on 'Change, fresh and fresh. I
suppose it is quite hopeless to think of telling him now ? "
" Not to be thought of."
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" How he'd have liked to have heard about Hewlett and Bell ! They're
gone for close on two millions ; they'll not pay over sixpence in the pound,
and Einker, the Bombay fellow that went in for cotton, has caught it too !
Cotton and indigo have ruined more men than famine and pestilence. I'd
be shot, if I was a Lord of the Council, if I wouldn't have a special prayer for
them in the Litany. Well, Temple, and how are you, all this while ? "
said he, turning abruptly to the diplomatist, Who sat evidently inattentive
to the dialogue.
" What, sir; did you address me ? " cried he, with a look of astonish-
ment and indignation.
" I should think I did ; and I never heard you were Premier Earl, or
that other thing of England, that you need look so shocked at the liberty !
You Foreign Office swells are very grand folk to each other ; but take my
word for it, the world, the real world, thinks very little of you."
Temple arose slowly from his place, threw his napkin on the table, and
turning to Augustus, said, "You'll find me in the library," and withdrew.
" That's dignified, I take it," said Cutbill ; " but to my poor apprecia-
tion, it's not the way to treat a guest under his father's roof."
" A guest has duties, Mr. Cutbill, as well as rights ; my brother is not
accustomed to the sort of language you address to him, nor is he at all to
blame if he decline to hear more of it."
" So that I am to gather you think he was right ? "
Augustus bowed coldly.
" It just comes to what I said one day to Harding : the sailor is the
only fellow in the house a man can get on with. I'm sorry, heartily sorry
for him." The last words were in a tone of sincere feeling, and Augustus
asked, — " What do you mean by sorry ? what has happened to him ? "
" Haven't you seen it in The Times — no, you couldn't, though — it was
only in this morning's edition, and I have it somewhere. There's to be a
court-martial on him ; he's to be tried on board the Ramsay, at Portsmouth,
for disobedience and indiscipline, and using to his superior officer — old
Colthurst — words unbecoming the dignity of the service and the character
of an officer, or the dignity of an officer and the character of the service —
it!s all the one gauge, but he'll be broke and cashiered all the same."
" I thought that if he were to recall something, if he would make some
explanation, which he might without any peril to honour "
" That's exactly how it was, and when I heard he was in a scrape I
started off to Portsmouth to see him."
" You did? " exclaimed Augustus, looking now with a very different
expression at the other.
" To be sure I did ; I went down by the mail-train, and stayed with
him till the one-forty express started next day, and I might have saved
myself the trouble."
" You could make no impression upon him ? "
" Not a bit — as well talk to that oak sideboard there ; he'd sit and
smoke and chat very pleasantly too, about anything, I believe ; he'd tell
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about his life up in town, -and what he lost at the races, and how near he
was to a good thing on the Eiddlesworth ; but not a word, not so much as
a sellable would he say about his own hobble. It was growing late ; we had
had a regular bang-up breakfast — turtle steaks and a devilled lobster, and
pier ty of good champagne — not the sweet stuff your father gives us down
]ier(; — kut dry ' Mum,' that had a flavour' of Marcobrunner about it. He's
a rare fellow to treat a man, is Jack ; and so I said — not going about the
busli, but bang into the thicket at once — * "What's this stupid row you've
got into with your Admiral ? what's it all about ? ' "
:< 'It's about a service regulation, Master Cutbill,' said he, with a stiff
loot on him. ' A service regulation that you wouldn't understand if you
heai-d it.'
" 'You think,' said I, * that out of culverts and cuttings, Tom Cutbill's
opiiion is not worth much ? '
" ' No, no, not that, Cutbill ; I never said that,' said he, laughing ; * but
you see that we sailors not only have all sorts of technicals for the parts
of i ship, but we have technical meanings for even the words of common
life, so that though I might call you a consummate humbug, I couldn't say
as nuch to a Yice-Admiral without the risk of being judged by professional
etiqiette.'
" ' But you didn't call him that, did you ? ' said I.
" l I'll call you worse, Cutty,' says he, laughing, « if you don't take your
wino.'
" ' And now Jack,' said I, ' it's on the stroke of one ; I must start with
the express at one-forty, and as I came down here for nothing on earth
but to see if I could be of any use to you, don't let me go away only as
wist: as I came ; be frank, and tell me all about this business, and when I
go oack to town it will push me hard if I can't do something with the
Somerset House fellows to pull you through.'
" * You are a good-hearted dog, Cutty,' said he, ' and I thought so the
first day I saw you ; but my scrape, as you call it, is just one of those things
youd only blunder in. My fine brother Temple, or that much finer
gen leinan Lord Culduff, who can split words into the thinnest of veneers,
mig it possibly make such a confusion that it would be hard to see who
was right or who was wrong in the whole affair ; but you, Cutty, with
you : honest intentions and your vulgar good sense, would be sure to offend
evei y one. There, don't lose your train ; don't forget the cheroots and the
pun^h, and some pleasant books, if they be writing any such just now.'
" ' If you want money,' said I — ' I mean for the defence.'
:< < Not sixpence for the lawyers, Cutty ; of that you may take your oath/
said he, as he shook my hand. * I'd as soon think of sending the wardroom ,
dinner overboard to the sharks.' We parted, and the next thing I saw of
him was that paragraph in TJie Times."
i( How misfortunes thicken around us. About a month or six weeks
ago when you came down here first, I suppose there wasn't a family in the
kingdom could call itself happier."
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" You did look jolly, that I will say ; but somehow — you'll not take the
remark ill — I saw that, as we rail-folk say, it was a capital line for ordinary
regular traffic, but would be sure to break down if you had a press of
business."
" I don't understand you."
" I mean that, so long as it was only a life of daily pleasure and
enjoyment was before you, — that the gravest question of the day was what
horse you'd ride, or whom you'd invite to dinner, — so long as that lasted,
the machine would work well, — no jar, no friction anywhere ; but if once
trouble — and I mean real trouble — was to come down upon you, it would
find you all at sixes and sevens, — no order, no discipline anywhere, and,
what's worse, no union. But you know it better than I do. You see
yourself that no two of you pull together ; ain't that a fact ? "
Augustus shook his head mournfully, but was silent.
" I like to see people jolly, because they understand each other and are
fond of each other, because they take pleasure in the same things, and
feel that the success of one is the success of all. There's no merit in
being jolly over ten thousand a year and a house like Windsor Castle.
Now, just look at what is going on, I may call it, under our noses here : does
your sister Marion care a brass farthing for Jack's misfortunes, or does he
feel a bit elated about her going to many a viscount ? Are you fretting
your heart to ribbons because that fine young gent that left us a while
ago is about to be sent envoy to Bogota ? And that's fact, though he don't
know it yet," added he, in a chuckling whisper. " It's a regular fair-
weather family, and if it comes on to blow, you'll see if there's a storm-
sail amongst you."
" Apparently, then, you were aware of what was only divulged to mo
this evening ? " said Augustus. " I mean the intended marriage of Lord
Culduff to my sister."
" I should say I was aware of it. I was, so to say, promoter and
projector. It was I started the enterprise. It was that took me over to
town. I went to square that business of old Culduff. There was a
question to be asked in the House about his appointment that would have
led to a debate, or what they call a conversation — about the freest kind
of after-dinner talk imaginable — and they'd have ripped up the old
reprobate's whole life — and I assure you there are passages in it wouldn't
do for the Methodists1 Magazine — so I went over to negotiate a little
matter with Joel, who had, as I well knew, a small sheaf of Kepton's bills.
I took Joel down to Greenwich to give him a fish- dinner and talk the
thing over, and we were right comfortable and happy over some red
Hermitage — thirty shillings a bottle, mind you — when we heard a yell,
just a yell, from the next room, and in walks — whom do you think ? —
Repton himself, with his napkin in his hand — he was dining with a set
of fellows from the Garrick, and he swaggered in and sat down at our
table. * What infernal robbery are you two concocting here ? ' said he.
' When the waiter told me who were the fellows at dinner together, I
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said, " These rascals are like the witches in Macbeth, and they never meet
without there's mischief in the wind." '
" The way he put it was so strong, there was something so home in it,
that I burst out and told him the whole story, and that it was exactly
himself, and no other, was the man we were discussing."
" * And you thought,' said he, * you thought that, if you had a hold
of my acceptances, you'd put the screw on me and squeeze me as flat as
yo^i pleased. Oh, generation of silkworms, ain't you soft ! ' cried he,
laughing. ' Order up another bottle of this, for I want to drink your
healths. You've actually made my fortune ! The thing will now be first-
rate. The Culduff inquiry was a mere matter of public morals, but here,
here is a direct attempt to coerce or influence a Member of Parliament.
I' LI have you both at the Bar of the House as sure as my name is
Repton.'
" He then arose and began to rehearse the speech he'd make when
we were arraigned, and a spicier piece of abuse I never listened to. The
noise he made brought the other fellows in from the next room, and he
ordered them to make a house, and one was named speaker and another
bhick rod, and we were taken into custody and duly purged of our con-
tempt by paying for all the wine drank by the entire company, a trifle of
fiva-and-thirty pounds odd. The only piece of comfort I got at all was
getting into the rail to go back to town, when Eepton whispered me, ' It's
all right about Culduff. Parliament is dissolved ; the House rises on
Tuesday, and he'll not be mentioned.' "
" But does all this bear upon the question of marriage ?"
' * Quite naturally. Your father pulls Culduff out of the mire, and the
viscount proposes for your sister. It's all contract business the whole
world over. By the way, where is our noble friend ? I suppose, all
things considered, I owe him a visit."
" You'll find him in his room. He usually dines alone, and I believe
Temple is the only one admitted."
" I'll send up my name," said he, rising to ring the bell for the
servant ; " and I'll call myself lucky if he'll refuse to see me."
" His lordship will be glad to see Mr. Cutbill as soon as convenient to
him," replied the servant on his return.
" All my news for him is not so favourable as this," whispered Cutbill,
as he moved away. " They won't touch the mine in the City. That last
in-irder, though it was down in Tipperary, a hundred and fifty miles away
from this, has frightened them all ; and they say they're quite ready to do
something at Lagos, or the Gaboon, but nothing here. ' You see,' say
thoy, < if they cut one or two of our people's heads off in Africa, we get
up a gun-brig, and burn the barracoons and slaughter a whole village for
it, and this restores confidence ; but in Ireland it always ends with a
debate in the House, that shows the people to have great wrongs and
groat patience, and that their wild justice, as some one called it, was all
ri^rht ; and that, sir, that does not restore confidence.' Good-night."
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CHAPTER XXVII.
THE YILLA .ALTIEEI.
THEEE is a short season in which a villa within the walls of old Rome
realizes all that is positive ecstasy in the life of Italy. This season begins
usually towards the end of February and continues through the month of
March. This interval — which in less favoured lands is dedicated to
storms of rain and sleet, east winds and equinoctial gales, tumbling
chimney-pots and bronchitis — is here signalized by all that Spring, in its
most voluptuous abundance, can pour forth : vegetation comes out, not
with the laggard step of northern climes — slow, cautious, and distrustful —
but bursting at once from bud to blossom as though impatient for the fresh
air of life and the warm rays of the sun. The very atmosphere laughs
and trembles with vitality, from the panting lizard on the urn to the
myriad of insects on the grass : it is life everywhere, and over all sweeps
the delicious odour of the verbena and the violet, almost overpowering
with perfume, so that one feels, in such a land, the highest ecstasy of
existence is that same dreamy state begotten of sensations, derived from
blended sense, where tone and tint and odour mingle almost into one.
Perhaps the loveliest spot of Rome in this loveliest of seasons was the
Yilla Altieri. It stood on a slope of the Pincian, defended from north
and east, and looking westward over the Campagna towards the hills of
Albano. A thick ilex grove, too thick and dark for Italian, though perfect
to English taste, surrounded the house, offering alleys of shade that even
the noonday's sun found impenetrable ; while beneath the slope, and under
shelter of the hill, lay a delicious garden, memorable by a fountain designed
by Thorwaldsen, where four Na'ides splash the water at each other under
the fall of a cataract ; this being the costly caprice of the Cardinal Altieri,
to complete which he had to conduct the water from the Lake of Albano.
Unlike most Italian gardens the plants and shrubs were not merely those
of the south, but all that the culture of Holland and England could
contribute to fragrance and colour were also there, and the gorgeous tulips
of the Hague, the golden ranunculus and crimson carnation, which attain
the highest beauty in moister climates, here were varied with chrysanthe-
mums and carnelias. Gorgeous creepers trailed from tree to tree or grace-
fully trained themselves around the marble groups, and clusters of orange-
trees, glittering with golden fruit, relieved in their darker green the almost
too glaring brilliancy of colour.
At a window which opened to the ground — and from which a view of
the garden, and beyond the garden the rich woods of the Borghese villa,
and beyond these again, the massive Dome of St. Peter's, extended — sat
two ladies, so wonderfully alike that a mere glance would have proclaimed
them to be sisters. It is true the Countess Balderoni was several years
older than Lady Augusta Bramleigh, but whether from temperament or
the easier flow of an Italian life in comparison with the more wearing
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excitement of an English existence, she certainly looked little, if anything,
her senior.
They were both handsome, — at least they had that character of good
lool.s which in Italy is deemed beauty, — they were singularly fair, with
largo deep-set blue-grey eyes, and light brown hair of a marvellous
abundance and silkiest fibre. They were alike soft- voiced and gentle-
mannered, and alike strong-willed and obstinate, of an intense selfishness,
and very capricious.
" His eminence is late this evening," said Lady Augusta, looking at
her watch. " It is nigh eight o'clock."
"I fancy, * Gusta,' he was not quite pleased with you last night. On
going away he said something, I didn't exactly catch it, but it sounded
like ' leggierezza ; ' he thought you had not treated his legends of
St. Francis with becoming seriousness."
" If he wanted me to be grave he oughtn't to tell me funny stories."
" The lives of the saints, Gusta ! "
" Well, dearest, that scene in the forest where St. Francis asked the
dcA il to flog him and not to desist even though he should be weak enough
to implore it — wasn't that dialogue as droll as anything in Boccaccio ? "
"It's not decent, it's not decorous, to laugh at any incident in the
lives, of holy men."
"Holy men then should never be funny, at least when they are
presented to me, for it's always the absurd side of everything has the
greatest attraction for me."
" This is certainly not the spirit which will lead you to the Church ! "
" But I thought I told you already, dearest, that it's the road I like, not
the end of the journey. Courtship is confessedly better than marriage, and
the being converted is infinitely nicer than the state of conversion."
"Oh, Gusta ! what are you saying ? "
" Saying what I most fervently feel to be true. Don't you know better
ev( n than myself, that it is the zeal to rescue me from the fold of the heretics,
sui rounds me every evening with monsignori and vescovi, and attracts to
the sofa where I happen to sit, purple stockings, and red, a class of adorers,
I j m free to own, there is nothing in the lay world to compare with ;
and don't you know too, that the work of conversion accomplished, these
sec uctive saints will be on the look-out for a new sinner ? "
" And is this the sincerity in which you profess your new faith ? is it
thi .s that you mean to endow a new edifice to the honour of the Holy
Beigion? "
" Cara mia ! I want worship, homage, and adoration myself, and it is
as absolute a necessity of my being, as if I had been born up there, and knew
no hing of this base earth and its belongings. Be just, my dearest sister,
an I see for once the difference between us. You have a charming husband,
wl o never plagues, never bores you, whom you see when it is pleasant to
BO i , and dismiss when you are weary of him. He never worries you about
rn< ney, he has no especial extravagance, and does not much trouble himself
664 THE BEAMLEIGHS OP BISHOP'S FOLLY.
about anything, — I have none of these. I am married to a man almost
double my age, taken from another class, and imbued with a whole set of
notions different from my own. I can't live with his people ; my own
won't have me. What then is left but the refuge of that emotional
existence which the Church offers, — a sort of pious flirtation with a run-
away match in the distance, only it is to be Heaven, not Gretna Green."
" So that all this while you have never been serious, Gusta ? "
" Most serious ! I have actually written to my husband — you. read
the letter — acquainting him with my intended change of religion, and my
desire to mark the sincerity of my profession by that most signal of all
proofs — a monied one. As I told the Cardinal last night, Heaven is never
so sure of us as when we draw on our banker to go there ! "
" How you must shock his eminence when you speak in this way."
"So he told me, but I must own he looked very tenderly into my eyes
as he said so. Isn't it provoking ? " said she, as she arose and moved
out into the garden. " No post yet ! It is always so, when one is on thorns
for a letter. Now when one thinks that the mail arrives at daybreak,
what can they possibly mean by not distributing the letters till evening ?
Did I tell you what I said to Monsignore Bicci, who has some function at
the Post Office?"
" No, but I trust it was not a rude speech ; he is always so polite."
" I said that as I was ever very impatient for my letters I had requested
all my correspondents to write in a great round legible hand, which would
give the authorities no pretext for delay, while deciphering their contents."
" I declare, Gusta, I am amazed at you. I cannot imagine how you
can venture to say such things to persons in office."
" My dear sister, it is the only way they could ever hear them. There
is no freedom of the press here ; in society nobody speaks out. What
would become of those people if they only heard the sort of stories they
tell each other ; besides, I'm going to be one of them. They must bear
with a little indiscipline. The sergeant always pardons the recruit for
being drunk on the day of enlistment."
The countess shook her head disapprovingly and was silent.
" Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! " sighed Lady Augusta. " I wonder what tidings
will the post bring me. Will my affectionate and afflicted husband comply
with my prayer, and be willing to endow the Church, and secure his own
freedom ; or will he be sordid, and declare that he can't live without me ?
I know you'd laugh, dear, or I'd tell you that the man is actually violently
in love with me. You've no notion of the difficulty I have to prevent him
writing tender letters to me."
" You are too, too bad, I declare," said the other, smothering a rising
laugh.
" Of course I'd not permit such a thing. I stand on my dignity, and
say, « Have a care, sir.' Oh, here it comes ! here's the post ! What !
only two letters after all? She's a dun! Madame La Ruelle, I lace
Yendome — the cruellest creature that ever made a ball-dress. It is to tell
THE BRAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S TOLLY. 665
ino she can't wait ; and I'm so sick of saying she must, that I'll not write
anymore. And who is this? The postmark is 'Portshandon.' Oh ! I
seo ; here's the name in the corner. This is from our eldest son, the
future head of the house. Mr. Augustus Brarnleigh is a bashful creature
of about my own age, who was full of going to New Zealand and turning
sheep-farmer. True, I assure you ; he is an enthusiast about independence.
"\\hich means he has a grand vocation for the workhouse."
"By what strange turn of events has he become your correspondent ?
" I should say, Dora, it looks ill as regards the money. I'm afraid
that this bodes a refusal."
" Would not the shorter way be to read it ? " said the other simply.
" Yes, the shorter, but perhaps not the sweeter. There are little
e^ ents in life which are worse than even uncertainties ; but here goes : —
' ' * MY DEAR LADY AUGUSTA, — " Castello.
("A very pretty beginning from my son — I mean my husband's son ;
and yet he could not have commenced ' Dearest Mamma.' ")
" ' I WRITE my first letter to you in a very painful moment.
My poor father was seized on Tuesday last with a most serious and sudden
illness, to which the physician as yet hesitates to give a name. It is,
however, on the brain or the membranes, and deprives him of all
inclination, though not entirely of all power, to use his faculties. He is,
moreover, enjoined to avoid every source of excitement, and even forbid
to converse. Of course, under these afflicting circumstances, everything
which relates to business in any way is imperatively excluded from his
knowledge ; and must continue to be so till some change occurs.
" ' It is not at such a moment you would expect to hear of a marriage
iii the family, and yet yesterday my sister Marion was married to Lord
"Viscount CulduflV "
Here she laid down the letter, and stared with an expression of almost
overwhelmed amazement at her sister. "Lord Culduff! Where's the
Peerage, Dora? Surely it must be the same who was at Dresden when
we were children ; he wasn't married — there can be no son. Oh, here he
IF : ' Henry Plantaganet de Lacey, fourteenth Yiscount Culduff ; born
9th February, 17 — ' Last century. Why, he's the patriarch of the
peers, and she's twenty-four ! What can the girl mean ? "
" Do read on ; I'm impatient for more."
" ' The imperative necessity for Lord Culduff to hold himself in readi-
D3SS for whatever post in the diplomatic service the Minister might desire
him to occupy, was the chief reason for the marriage taking place at this
conjuncture. My father, however, himself was very anxious on the subject;
aid, indeed, insisted strongly on being present. The ceremony was
accordingly performed in his own room, and I rejoice to say that, though
naturally much excited, he does not appear to have sustained any increase
CG6 THE BEAMLEIGHS OF BISHOP'S FOLLY.
of malady from this trying event. I need not tell you the great disparity
of age between my sister and her husband : a disparity which I own
enlisted me amongst those who opposed the match. Marion, however, so
firmly insisted on her right to choose for herself, and -her fortune being
completely at her own disposal, that all continued opposition would have
been not alone unavailing for the present, but a source of .coldness and
estrangement for the future.
" ' The Culduffs "—(how sweetly familiar) — " the Culduffs left this for
Paris this- day, where I believe they intend to remain till the question of
Lord CuldufFs post is determined on. My sister ardently hopes it may
be in Italy, as she is most desirous to be near you.' "
" Can you imagine such a horror as this woman playing daughter to
me and yet going into dinner before me, and making me feel her rank on
every possible occasion ! All this here I see is business, nothing but
business. The Colonel, it would seem, must have been breaking before
they suspected, for all his late speculations have turned out ill. . Penstyddiu
Copper Mine is an utter failure; the New -Caledonia -Packet Line a
smash ! and there's a whole list of crippled enterprises. It's very nice
of Augustus, however, to say that though he mentions these circum-
stances, which might possibly reach me through other channels, no event
that he could contemplate should in ' any way... affect my income, or any
increase of it that I deem essential to my comfort or convenience ; and
although in total ignorance as he is of all. transactions of the house, he
begs me to write to himself directly when any question of increased expense
should arise— which I certainly will. He's a luon figliualo, Dolly — that
must be said — and it would be shameful not to develope such generous
instincts."
" t If my father's illness should be unhappily protracted, means must be
taken, I believe, to devolve his share in business matters upon some other.
I regret that it cannot possibly be upon myself ; but I am totally unequal to
the charge, and have not, besides, courage .for the ligy responsibility.' "
" That's the whole of it," said she, with a sigh ; "'and ah1 things con-
sidered, it might have been worse."
667
m
READING a short time since some account of the Irish constabulary, I was
nruc-h struck with one item of the regulations — to the effect that the
members of that admirable force must belong to no secret society whatever,
with the sole exception of the order of Freemasons. The exception appeared
to me remarkable, as I know that in Austria every officer in the army
is, on appointment, obliged to sign a declaration "that he does not
bo] ong to any secret society whatever, or that if he had previously done
so, he will sever his connection with it;" and it is, I believe, under-
stood that the prohibition applies more especially to Freemasonry, which
Austria, like Spain, Naples, Bavaria — in fact, all strictly Eornan Catholic
Governments — seems to consider highly dangerous. And it really seems
thf.t secret political societies are more easily formed and developed
an ongst Eoman Catholic populations than elsewhere. Even in the ages
prior to the Reformation the same love of secret organizations was
conspicuous in certain districts : the Sacred Vehme, as it was called,
ha 7ing flourished especially in the ultra- clerical circle of Westphalia ;
anl even up to the present day there exists a somewhat similar secret
organization in a certain ultra- Catholic district of Upper Bavaria. This
Hi^berfeld Treiben (literally, " Oatfield Driving"), as it is called, I pro-
pose to give some account of, having had personal opportunity of seeing
its working.
It will be, perhaps, well, in the first place, to say a word or two
ab^ut the Westphalian Yehme, "or Fehm, because there is an evident
fa] aily likeness between that now obsolete institution and the still exist-
ing Haberfeld Treiben. It is probable — although by no means certain
— that both were instituted about the same period ; and although each
degenerated in the, course of time and became an intolerable nuisance,
th yy were originally called into life for the purpose of attaining laudable
objects — which, as things then stood, would have been otherwise
ui attainable.
The Westphalian Yehme dates its origin from the first half of the thir-
te< ;nth century, although some historians have endeavoured to represent it
as having been first instituted by Charlemagne. But there is no trace
whatever of its existence at an earlier period than that mentioned above.
Moreover, its laws and method of procedure were altogether different,
be th in spirit and letter, from those introduced by that great monarch ;
whilst, on the other hand, its organization and procedure resembled, in
m my respects, that of the Inquisition, founded in 1204, from which it was
probably copied.
668 HABEEFELD TBEIBEN IN UPPEK BAYAKIA.
Westphalia, the sole seat of the Vehme,* extended somewhat further
south than the province which now bears that name, and embraced
also a large portion, if not the whole, of Friesland and Oldenburg —
forming, in fact, the bulk of the great Duchy of Lower Saxony, under
Henry the Lion. This prince was, as we all know, attainted and
deprived of both his duchies (Saxony and Bavaria) by the Emperor Barba-
rossa in 1181, Westphalia being divided between the Archbishop of
Cologne, a member of the Anhalt family, and a great number of petty
feudal chiefs. The conseqijence of this was that the whole district fell
into a state of anarchy and confusion, every man's hand was against his
neighbour, the land was devastated by rapine and deluged with blood.
It was under these circumstances that the inhabitants combined
together to protect their lives and properties against the freebooters,
Bockreiter, and other vagabonds; and no single authority being found
strong enough for the purpose, the secret organization of the Vehme was
resorted to — which multiplied the agents without exposing individuals to
danger.
But although the organization was secret, it is a mistake to suppose
that the procedure was also the same. With the exception of offenders
taken red-handed, who were summarily executed — as was the practice in
Hungary in proclaimed districts up to the year 1848 — all others who were
denounced to the Vehme were cited to appear and answer for themselves
at open courts, held usually on Tuesday mornings, in daylight, in towns
like Dortmund, Paderborn, &c. It was only when the citation was disre-
garded that the secret procedure took place, the court meeting at some
place known only to the initiated, and the sentence, if pronounced, being
carried out, without any further ceremony, when and wherever the doomed
man could be laid hold on. And almost every respectable member of
society being a Wissender — that is, initiated — it was no easy matter for a
criminal to escape.
The Haberfeld Treiben, like the Vehme, is, and always has been,
confined to one particular district in Upper Bavaria, bounded on the south
by the Tyrolese frontier, on the west by the Isar, and on the east by the
Chiemsee and the rivers which flow into and out of it. How far that
association developed itself in a northerly direction is more difficult to deter-
mine, and appears to have varied at different times, but for a long series of
years it has never acted north of the line. Wasserburg, Munich, Tolz,
Holzkirchen, Miesbacch, Tegernsee, Aibling, Eosenheim, and Priem, have
been of late years frequently the scenes of the exploits of this society, and
the country surrounding these towns may be looked upon as the genuine
Haberfeld district.
It is nearly certain that, like its Westphalian counterpart, this
Bavarian society must have been originally organized for the purpose
* In Anne of Geirstein Sir "W. Scott transplants the Vehme into a part of Ger-
many where it never existed.
HABERFELD TKEIBEN IN UPPER BAVARIA. 669
of eradicating, or at least counteracting, an evil for which no other remedy
could be found, and against which no recognized authority could be
brought to bear. But it is impossible now to ascertain how and
when this first took place. We shall see presently that there are
striking resemblances between the Vehme and the Haberfeld Treiben;
but whilst the Vehme attacked all branches of the common criminal
laAY, and in process of time extended its operations even to civil
cases and disputes about property, the Haberfeld Treiben applied itself
almost exclusively to the preservation of female purity and the punish-
ment of incontinence — especially that of unmarried girls. The Yehme
exempted from its jurisdiction all ecclesiastics, and also excluded them
frojn initiation ; women and children were also exempted ; and, further,
Jews, Heathens,* as being too low, and, finally, the higher nobles, for the
opposite reason. The Haberfeld Treiben, on the contrary, left male pec-
cadilloes untouched, except in so far as the exposure of the female sinner
necessarily led to that of her male accomplice ; and there is, as I shall
presently show, good reason to believe that ecclesiastics were not wholly
excluded from membership ; whilst it is quite certain that the amours
of the Eoman Catholic clergy were exposed with equal freedom as those
of the laity.
I cannot pretend to offer as simple and satisfactory an explanation of
the causes which led immediately to the organization of this very singular
institution, as I have been enabled to do with respect to the Yehme,
where the motives were very patent ; nevertheless, as they must have
arisen out of the peculiar circumstances of the population itself and its
geographical position, some light may be thrown on the subject by an
inquiry into these particulars.
Frederick the Great is reported to have once said that " Bavaria was
a paradise inhabited by human beasts," and, as regards general beauty of
scenery, the saying is correct enough; but the Bavarians proper, —
although certainly very different in many respects from all the other
inhabitants of Germany, and usually very rough in their manners, at
times very excitable, nay, almost ferocious, and given to voies de fait,
— do not deserve so harsh a sentence. Some thirty years ago learned
books were written to prove that the Bavarians proper are not a Teutonic
race, but Celts. At a somewhat later period, in 1848, when the great
German movement was inaugurated, this theory was scouted, and its having
ever been started attributed to a marotte of old King Louis I., who had
meanwhile fallen into a certain degree of unpopularity. Still one must
acknowledge that there is something very Celtic both in the external
appearance and in the proclivities of these Bavarians, especially in the
Haberfeld country ; and of late years very remarkable and extensive
regains of ancient " Pfahlbauten," or dwellings built on piles, generally
attributed to the Celts, have been discovered in this district, especially in
* In those days the Prussians were heathens.
670 HABERFELD TREIBEN IN UPPER BAVARIA.
the Chiemsee. A modern philologist, too, Wilhelm Obermiiller, has
shown that a great number of local names in this very district, and other
parts of Southern Germany, are more easily derivable from Celtic roots
than those of any other language.
But it may be asked, " What has all this to do with the Haber-
field Treiben?" Simply this: we find the inhabitants of a certain
small district adopting a very curious mode of preventing the admixture
and contamination of their race, and of ensuring its perpetuation ; for in
fact the exposure and punishment of incontinence, in the manner described,
is scarcely traceable to any other motive ; and it naturally suggests itself
that this was a distinct race — in fact it is so to the present day in many
respects.
But it may seem strange that precautions against admixture of race
should have been found necessary or desirable in so remote and apparently
secluded a corner of Europe as Upper Bavaria. The topography of the
Haberfeld district will, I think, throw some light on this point. One of
the great lines of communication between Rome and its colonies on the
Rhine was up the valley of the Adige, over the Brenner, down the Inn to
Rosenheim, and thence precisely through the heart of the district in
question to Augsburg (Augusta), and so forth ; the remains of the old
Roman road are still visible, and indeed partially in use on the line
Aibling-Helfendorf and up to the Isar above Munich. Of course I do not
mean to say that the Haberfeld Treiben dates from the Roman period, but
before the discovery of the passage round the Cape a great deal of the
trade with the East followed precisely this same route on its way from
Venice to Augsburg, which was a great commercial place and the emporium
of the oriental trade in Southern Germany. This must necessarily have
brought a great number of strangers of various nationalities into contact
with the local population ; and it is not difficult to conceive a tribe jealous
of the honour of its women, and struggling for its own existence on the
great highway of the world, taking measures for the preservation of both ;
and perhaps for the want of a better explanation of the origin of this very
peculiar secret society, we may accept the one offered here. Certain it is
that the Haberfeld Treiben has been practised from time immemorial
precisely along this line of route and to a short distance to the right and
left of it, and nowhere else. ^
But it is time to descend to particulars and inform the reader as to
the constitution and mode of operation adopted by this singular body,
which projects as it were from the Middle Ages into our own utilitarian
times. Of course nothing authentic in the way of documentary evidence
can be expected as to the laws and rules of a secret society ; but having
conversed with many inhabitants of the district, some of them either
actually or at some former period members, I can offer a certain amount
of reliable detail.
The members of the Haberfeld body have been always selected from
one particular class, married men mostly, the richest and most respectable
HABERFELD TREIBEN IN UPPER BAVARIA. 671
peasants of their respective districts, together with a certain proportion
of " Burger " — that is, townspeople, without whose aid it would have been
impossible to get at the intelligence required or carry out the proceedings.
Thjre seem to have been local chiefs, and a general committee of direction
with a president at its head ; but there is no reliable information on this point.
Unlike the practice of the Vehme, no public meetings were ever held, nor
we :e written or oral citations to appear before the tribunal issued. The
Hcberfeld society acted always secretly, as the Yehme did when its
citations or decrees had been disregarded. Throughout the summer
certain fairs and public markets were taken advantage of for the purpose
of bringing the local members together in the public-houses and other
plr-ce's of entertainment ; and in these resorts, whilst sitting over their
be 3r, all the information required was collected and imparted to the
leading men in quiet little knots without attracting observation. Of course
all the members were known to each other, either personally or by means
of secret signs.
As in the Inquisition and the Vehme, secret denunciation is the
lending feature of the organization. The members being distributed in
all directions and in every locality, nothing escaped their observation,
ar d« things that were done in secret places were in due time denounced
ard proclaimed publicly. In autumn a general meeting of the chiefs
se 3ms to have been regularly held at a particular fair or market, and it is
said that a secret conclave was arranged at an inn in the town on a
certain day each year, and on this occasion the whole plan of operation
fo: the " season " — that is for the months of November and December —
w;is matured. The whole of these proceedings were, however, conducted
w:th so much caution and cleverness, that although they have. been very
frequently investigated judicially and with great care, no positive clue
c( uld ever be discovered.
Of course, all the members were sworn to secrecy, and no instance is
known of the oath having been broken; nevertheless, when the harvest
w'nd began to blow chill over the stubble, that is, at the end of October
cr beginning of November, a vague rumour would arise that such and
si .ch a place was threatened with a Haberfeld Treiben : people would talk
a: >out it for a day or so, and then forget it again, till all of a sudden it
t( ok place either in the village named, or perhaps a neighbouring one,
fi Ise alarms being sometimes resorted to in order to distract attention and
perplex the authorities.
A potter — a married man, formerly himself a member — with whom I
^ as well acquainted, told me he would some fine morning find in his
workshop, either written on paper or chalked on a board, an order to
s ipply a certain number of the gigantic earthenware trumpets used by the
Ireiber,* and an indication of the place where they were to be deposited at
r> ight in secresy. These hiding-places were usually some miles from his resi-
* Made in the shape of an English hunting-horn, but five or six feet long or more.
672 HABERFELD TEEIBEN IN UPPER BAVARIA.
denee. Subsequently he would find money in payment for these wonderful
instruments somewhere on his premises or in his pocket. Naturally,
these and similar business orders of the confraternity would get wind
occasionally.
At length the great day, or rather night, arrived, — for the Haberfeld
Treiben is essentially nightwork, — and about eleven o'clock P.M., when all
the inhabitants are snugly rolled up in their feather-beds and blankets, a
frightful yell, accompanied by an irregular discharge of fire-arms, and a
dire clang of the aforesaid trumpets of pottery, old kettles, and such like
musical instruments, announces the fact, and makes many a male and
female sinner's cheeks turn pale.
But what has this to do with Oatfield Driving, or how came this name
to be adopted ? It is not easy to find a satisfactory answer to the latter
part of this question. It is asserted that in former times the delinquent
females were punished by being forced to run barefooted, and with no
other garment than their chemise, over the oat-stubble of the village,
whilst they were pursued by the " drivers," armed with birch or hazel rods,
which were applied very freely. But there is no evidence that so bar-
barous a punishment was ever inflicted — and nothing of the sort has ever
been attempted within the last hundred years certainly. I think it
quite possible — nay, highly probable — that the initial letters (H. F. T.)
of the three words Haber Feld Treiben, form simply a nucleus to
which the remaining ones were superadded merely to veil the true
designation from the uninitiated; and I would suggest that this might
have been Heiliger-Fehm-Ting or Ding, one of the names by which that
other secret tribunal was known. This, however, I offer merely as a
conjecture.
But to return to the Haberfeld Treiben. At about half-past ten or
eleven o'clock at night the members of the society may be seen making
their way swiftly but silently across the fields and through the woods, by
twos and threes, which, as they approach the scene of execution, increase
gradually into groups of tens and twenties, each man carrying a loaded gun,
pistol, or some other arm, in addition to the trumpets, &c., as also mate-
rials for constructing a temporary platform, and torches. The whole body
is evidently previously told off in the most regular and methodical manner
for the various duties to be performed, as the town or village is imme-
diately surrounded by a double chain of vedettes, with regular supports,
one set fronting the surrounding country, and preventing effectually all
ingress except to the initiated ; whilst the second fronts the place itself,
and prevents any person from leaving to give the alarm. This done, well-
armed guards, all having their faces blackened or otherwise disguised,
march silently to the houses of the magistrates and other authorities, as
also to the barracks of the gendarmes, if there be such in the place, and
effectually prevent their action. The church tower and belfry is also at
once secured, and the bell-ropes cut off. The secret connivance of the
clergy has been occasionally proved by its having transpired that the
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sexton was ordered, as if casually, to leave the church keys at the parish
clergyman's house the preceding evening, after curfew.
Meanwhile the main body takes possession of the market-place, or
perhaps some hillock which co'mmands the whole town or village, numerous
patrols being in readiness to keep the inhabitants in their houses, and
compel the appearance, either at their own doors or at the immediate
scene of action, of the delinquents. The platform is erected whilst all
this is going on, and at a given signal the torches are lighted, fire-arms
discharged, horns blown, kettles beaten, and the opening of the tribunal
proclaimed through a huge speaking-trumpet. This is usually the very
first intimation the inhabitants receive ; the whole of the above preliminaries
being carried out with astonishing rapidity, order, and in perfect silence.
Should here and there a solitary watchman or other individual happen to
be out of doors, such are pounced upon by the patrols, and kept under strict
guard as long as is necessary. Any attempt at resistance is perfectly
useless, and would be met by coercive measures, extending even to the
use of fire-arms.
I have never myself witnessed one of these scenes, although several
took place within a very short distance of the town in which I resided for
a time, and which was itself threatened, or supposed to be ; but persons
who had done so described to me the noise as being perfectly terrific, and,
combined with the flitting light of the torches falling on the disguised
" drivers," almost demoniacal. In that part of Bavaria, especially, all the
cattle are permanently housed, and there are frequently some twenty to
thirty oxen and cows in one stable ; and these, on being suddenly roused
from their peaceful rumination by the glare of light and the noise, become
terrified, and make wild efforts to break loose, filling the air with their
lowings, the numerous dogs joining at the same time in a chorus of
bowlings.
The "act of accusation" is meanwhile read aloud by some loud-
voiced peasant. This document is composed of rudely rhymed verses —
what are called Knittel- verse, that is to say, bludgeon- verses, in the
broad patois of the district — for the secret tribunal disdains the use of
prose, eschews all legal terminology, and has its own poet-laureate. A
great deal of broad humour, sometimes blended with really genial ideas,
and mostly with a large admixture of coarseness and obscenity, is con-
tained in these rhymes, which are sure to provoke numerous improvisations
of a corresponding character from the assessors and assistants of the
court.
But what else can be expected from descriptions of intrigues and
amorous scenes in which the very words that passed between the parties,
and the details of the artifices used to avoid detection, are repeated, from
the retentive memories of the secret spies, to the great horror and confusion
of the delinquents and the disagreeable surprise of injured wives, hus-
bands, and lovers ? One of the most striking and successful hits is when
some one of the inhabitants shows marks of delight and satisfaction at
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his or her neighbour's and dear friend's secret sins being thus openly
exposed, meanwhile blessing their stars at having been more circumspect
themselves — till their own catalogue is brought before the public at a
sudden turn in the versification. A 'man was once pointed out to me who
had come out on the balcony of his house to enjoy the sport, and been
there suddenly hit in this way.
The terrorism exercised by an armed band of this sort is quite sufficient
to ensure the appearance — either at their own house-doors, as I have said,
or, if these be too remote, on the scene of action itself — of the culprits,
who, when their delinquencies have been published, are mercifully per-
mitted to withdraw and hide themselves.
Thus, one by one the marked individuals are brought forward, and
when the long scroll has been read right through, at a preconcerted signal
the torches are extinguished and thrown away, the earthenware trumpets
broken, the platform pulled in pieces, and the whole band disperses as
rapidly and secretly as it had assembled. It would be a dangerous matter
to attempt pursuit, for the " drivers " are all well armed, and defend them-
selves and fellows without hesitation.
There was a Haberfeld Treiben at the village of Tegernsee, close to the
residence of Prince Charles of Bavaria, in the year 1862, as well as I can
recollect, and a patrol of two gendarmes quartered in another village, on
hearing the tumult and noise, hastened to the scene of action, in order to
endeavour to arrest some of the " drivers." But on making their appear-
ance they were immediately fired on, after a previous challenge to stand,
and one gendarme was killed on the spot. As may be supposed, the
Government instituted a rigorous inquiry into the matter, but no evidence
of any kind whatever could be obtained. Sometimes considerable damage
is done in the village by fences being broken down, cattle getting loose in
the stables, or forcing their way out and running wild over the country.
The one redeeming feature in the proceedings of this secret society is,
that all such damages are compensated liberally and promptly : tho
amount of loss incurred by each individual is easily ascertained by the
initiated, who live in the place itself, and by them transmitted to the chiefs ;
and then the person in question finds some morning — in his jacket pocket,
or in the churn or on his table — a parcel containing, in hard cash, a fair
and ample remuneration ; the certainty of receiving which prevents all
recourse to the law and stops people's mouths effectually.
In 1863, as well as I can recollect, there was a great Haberfeld
Treiben at Eosenheim ; and the telegraph and railroad being put in requisi-
tion, troops were brought from Munich. However, they arrived too late,
and nothing was discovered but one or two strangers, who, overcome with
fatigue, had fallen asleep in a barn several miles distant. No evidence
beyond the fire-arms found with them could be procured to connect them
with the affair.
Aibling was then threatened, or supposed to be, and troops were sent
down — who, in conjunction with the local militia, patrolled every night
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for several weeks. Of course the " drivers " did not make their appearance
thfre, but they pounced on a small village called Pang, a few English
nii es distant, on the direct road to Kufstein. The parish priest was said
to have been unpleasantly brought before the public on that occasion ; but
it was not easy to ascertain particulars, as the people are very reticent
on matters that affect the clergy.
Rosenheim, a tolerably large town on the Inn, just where the railroads
frcm Munich, Innspruck, and Salzburg form their junction, had been long
threatened with a visitation; but it would seem that the " drivers " were
de&erred from time to time, and as the inhabitants were supposed to be
fully determined to oppose force to force, the issue was looked upon with
so:ne anxiety. The Archbishop of Munich had at various periods issued
wrrnings against the Haberfeld Treiben : amongst others, on the 16th
February, 1866, a pastoral letter threatening excommunication. But all
those documents were totally disregarded. Towards the middle of
October, 1866, that is to say, at the commencement of the season,
there was pretty strong evidence that this secret society was preparing
to carry on operations with unusual vigour; and on the night of the
20th a grand Haberfeld Treiben was performed at Rosenheim, or
rather attempted to be performed, for the gendarmerie of the district
hrd been secretly brought into the town, and aided by a company of
the local militia, which was kept in readiness to turn out at a moment's
warning, they attacked the "drivers" immediately they appeared. A
desperate fight ensued, lasting an hour and a half. One of the drivers
was killed, several wounded, and seven taken prisoners, upon which the
whole band dispersed and fled. Fortunately, there were no casualties
on the side of the militia and gendarmes. A considerable quantity of
ammunition was also seized, and this was the first severe blow these
people ever met with.
As might be expected, they were dreadfully enraged, and letters were
sont to several of the Rosenheim people threatening to set the whole town,
on fire, so that much alarm prevailed till the Government took active
measures to prevent a recurrence of similar outrages. It would also
appear that there is a strong revulsion in the public feeling as regards
this singular society. Hitherto the great majority of the inhabitants of
the district were either indifferent, or regarded the Haberfeld Treiben with
s ocret favour ; but of late years, instead of adhering to the original plan
of admitting only respectable married men and a few younger ones of
established character and credit to the membership of the society, the
majority came to consist of dare-devil youths and farm-labourers, so that,
a 3 an old peasant said, —
" Formerly the decent people used to ' drive ' the scamps and vaga-
bonds, and now the respectable people are driven by the ruffians."
The truth is, that the social and moral condition of the peasantry —
cf which they were hitherto proud as a class — has been gradually changed
ly a variety of enactments. Land has been rendered purchasable by
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every one in any quantity, and the old peasant farms having become
absolutely the property of the former holders, are being gradually split
up and subdivided ; and thus the elements of which this ancient society
formerly consisted are gradually disappearing, and their place is being
taken by other and less reputable ones.
Whatever may be thought of the rude manner in which the Haberfeld
Treiben was carried out, its ends and objects were laudable enough. The
existence of secret societies is, however, in itself a great evil, if only
because they are apt to degenerate into the worst and most oppressive
kind of tyranny, that of secret denunciation, followed by execution inflicted
by invisible agents.
I have only to add that the Bavarian law could only touch the Haber-
feld prisoners taken at Eosenheim for the unlawful bearing of arms ; and
this being only an offence, and not a crime or misdemeanor, they were
all necessarily set free on bail within a day or two, and I have never
ascertained what punishment was ultimately inflicted on them. We shall
see whether the society will dare to repeat its meetings this year. The
Archbishop of Munich thought it necessary, on the 2nd November, a few
days after the great Eosenheim affair, to issue a new pastoral, actually
pronouncing the ban of the church, or tne greater excommunication,
against all persons taking part in or favouring the Haberfeld Treiben, and
forbidding all the priests of the archdiocese to grant absolution to such,
except in articulo mortis or by his own express permission. Probably this
measure will have some effect ; however, it is just possible that it may be
disregarded, for my good friends in the Eaberfeld district of Upper
Bavaria are very obstinate and self-willed, and have a great regard for
their ancient institutions.
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CONCLUSION.
IF we may judge by the prices paid by the Marquis of Hertford for some
of liis specimens of Sevres, and other chef-d'ceitvres of the Ceramic art, we
may consider him to be somewhat of the opinion of Charles Lamb, — " I
have an almost feminine partiality for old China. When I go to see any
great house, I inquire for the China closet, and then for the picture-
gallery."
The taste for pottery and porcelain is of most respectable antiquity.
Among Koman collectors no objects of virtu were more highly prized than
tho " vasa murrhina." The value set upon specimens of this substance is
almost incredible. Nero, for instance, gave 300 sestertia (about 2,340Z.) for
a single drinking-cup. When his friend Petronius, director-in- chief of his
wiae-parties, had been accused of treason, and knew that his property would
pass into the possession of the tyrant, he smashed a ladle, equally valuable
with Nero's cup. What the material of these precious articles was is very
uncertain. Perhaps it was some rare oriental pebble of onyx or agate.
Sir Gr. Wilkinson suggests fluor-spar, Mr. Marryatt opal glass, which from
the oxides in it has deliquesced; but from certain expressions in Latin
writers it seems not improbable that it was Chinese porcelain ; and this
opinion is much strengthened if Sir W. Gell is right in saying that " the
porcelain of the East was called Mirrha di Smyrna to as late a date as
1555." No fragments of porcelain, however, have been discovered amongst
Roman antiquities.
Pottery dried in the sun, or hardened by fire, is of extreme antiquity.
The Chinese ascribe the invention of their earthenware to the Emperor
Hoang-ti, who began to reign B.C. 2698. The earliest specimens of
pottery which possess any real interest as works of art are the vases, &c.
UFually called Etruscan. They are for the most part of a deep red colour,
0-vving to the large proportion — sometimes as much as twenty-four per
cent. — of oxide of iron contained in the clay. The number of these
Etruscan vessels in our museums is most astonishing. The British
Museum alone possesses about 3,000 ; and " the total number of vases,"
says Mr. Birch, in his valuable History of Ancient Pottery, ' ' in public and
private collections probably amounts to 15,000." He gives us instances
of the prices which some examples have fetched. A sum of 500Z. was
paid for the AthenaBum vases in Lord Elgin's collection ; 8,400Z. for the
vases of the Hamilton collection ; Baron Durand's collection sold, in 1836,
for 12,5242 ; one vase in this collection was purchased for the Louvre for
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264Z. ; another, now in the Louvre, with the subject of the youthful
Hercules strangling the serpent, was purchased for 240Z. ; another, with
the subject of Dejanira, Hercules, and Hyllus, brought 14:21. ; and a crater,
with the subject of Acamus and Demophon bringing back ^Ethra, 17 01. ;
a Bacchic amphora of the maker Enecias, of the Archaic style, was bought
by the British Museum for 142£. Some of the finest vases belonging to
the Prince of Canino, at the sale in 1837, obtained very high prices : an
cenoclioe, with Apollo and the Muses, and a hydria, with the same subject,
•were bought in for 801. each ; a cylix, with a love-scene, and another, with
Priam redeeming Hector's corpse, brought 264Z. ; an amphora, with the
subject of Dionysus, and a cup with that of Hercules, sold for 320Z. each ;
another brought 2801. At Mr. Beckford's sale, the late Duke of Hamilton
gave 2001. for a small vase with the subject of the Indian Bacchus. But
very much larger sums than these have been given at Naples. 5001. was
given for the vase with gilded figures discovered at Cumee ; only half a
century back 8,000 ducats, or 1,5002., was paid to Vivenzio for the vase
in the Museo Borbonico, representing the last night of Troy ; 1,OOOZ. for
one with a Dionysiac feast; and 800Z. for the vase with the grand
battle of the Amazons, published by Schulz. Large prices continue to
be given for fine specimens. At the Castellani sale last year, a drinking-
cup, in the form of a horse's head, in black, with ornaments in red and
other colours, fetched 1201. ; a very beautiful terra-cotta sarcophagus,
4001. ; a vase at the Pourtales' sale, the year before, 860Z.
Leaving these Etruscan, or, as they are perhaps more correctly called,
Italo- Greek vases, there is little if anything worth noticing, excepting
perhaps the so-called " Samian" ware — some beautiful specimens of which
may be seen in the Roach Smith collection now in the British Museum —
till we come to the lustred ware, made probably by the Moors in Spain in
the 15th century. Several plateaus of this ware are at South Kensington ;
and I may specially mention a vase, twenty inches high, with flat expanded
handles, and a bowl and ewer ; each of these cost 801. Of Italian terra-
cottas, one very pretty one, of the latter part of the same century, is in the
same Museum. It represents the Virgin and Child with angels, and was
purchased for 3001. Early in the succeeding century we come to some
very fine examples. Luca della Robbia, tired of his occupation as a worker
in metal, took to modelling in clay ; and when he had discovered, about
1511, a new glaze for his terra-cottas, containing tin, sand, antimony, and
other materials, at first white, then coloured by the addition of metallic
oxides, he succeeded in producing works which are deservedly held in high
estimation. They are generally of large size — altar-pieces for churches, &c.
A very fine altar-piece by him, representing the coronation of the Virgin,
is in the Academy of Fine Arts at Genoa. A series of twelve medallions,
representing the months, probably of his workmanship, and now at South
Kensington, came from the Campana collection. A bust of Christ was
purchased at the Piot sale for 801. 16s. Other members of the same
family produced similar works, specimens of which may be seen at South
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Kensington. One, for instance, six feet four by five feet eight, with tho
Adoration of the Magi, cost 1002. ; another somewhat larger, with the
Virgin giving her girdle to St. Thomas, 120f. ; and another, with the
Annunciation (in this instance the terra-cotta is uncoloured), 150Z. One
of the most important works executed by them was the decoration of the
Chateau de Madrid, the palace of Francis I., on the Bois de Boulogne,
upon -which. 15,OOOL were spent. It was destroyed in the Revolution.
From the Delia Robbia terra-cottas is derived a species of pottery which
is of high repute among collectors. It is known by a variety of names, —
Majolica, Faenza, Gubbio, Urbino, and Raffaelle ware. About 1115,
Nizaredeck, the Moorish king of Majorca, who was said to have had
20,000 Christians in his dungeons, was besieged by the Pisans and slain.
Amongst other spoils were several tiles and tablets of painted earthenware,
w'aich were brought back to Pisa, and are still to be seen let into the walls
oi some of the churches there at a great height from the ground. The
Italian imitations of these are supposed to have got their name Majolica
from the island from which these pieces were brought. Faenza, Gubbio,
and Urbino indicate some of its chief places of manufacture, and the name
Eaffaelle has been given to the ware because that great artist was supposed
to have painted some of the specimens himself. At the Bernal sale was a
p ate, 9| inches in diameter, which excited a most lively competition. It
was described as " a plate of the most rare and interesting character, in
vory strong colours ; the subject believed to be Raffaelle himself and the
Fornarina seated in the studio of an artist, who is occupied in painting a
plate." It was originally in the possession of the Duke of Buckingham,
and at the Stowe sale fetched 4Z. At the Bemal sale, under the impres-
sion that it was a plate painted by Raffaelle himself, it fetched the very
lurge sum of 120L It is, however, of later date than Raffaelle, and is
DOW ticketed at South Kensington as Caffagiolo ? — a place near Florence,
v here was a castle of the Medici.
It has been often stated that a letter of Raffaelle to a Duchess of
Urbino is still extant, telling her that the drawings for certain vases were
ready. But the writer of the letter was either Raffaelle dal Colle or
II. Ciarla, both of whom are known to have been employed on majolica.
The finest specimens were not made till 1540, twenty years after
Raffaelle's death. But his drawings were eagerly collected for the deco-
ration of pottery, and particularly by Guidobaldo II. This duke specially
employed two artists — Battista Franco for making designs (one fine
F pecimen by him, a plateau twenty- one inches in diameter, belonging to the
Queen, is now at South Kensington), and Orazio Fontana to paint them.
The Gubbio ware has a peculiarity confined almost entirely to speci-
mens made there and at Pesaro. This is an iridescent ruby glaze, which
f nines through the picture afterwards painted on it, and varying with the
j.ngle at which the light falls upon it. It was the invention it seems of
Tvlaestro Georgio Andreoli of Pavia, who settled at Gubbio in 1498. One
of his finest works is an altar-piece, made for tho Dominican church at
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Gubbio in 1511. It is in three compartments, the centre one representing
the coronation of the Virgin. Altogether there are several hundred figures
in it. In 1835 it was removed to the Stadel Museum at Frankfort.
The manufacture of fine specimens of majolica came to an end
because the Dukes of Urbino became so much involved they could no
longer afford to keep it up. On the death of the last duke, Francesco
Maria II., their magnificent collection of majolica passed into the posses-
sion of Ferdinando dei Medici, who carried it to Florence, and there it is
still. One portion, however, the vases of the Spezieria (the medical
dispensary and laboratory), 380 in number, were given as an offering to
our Lady of Loretto. For these vases, Queen Christina of Sweden is
said to have offered then* weight in gold.
Fine specimens of majolica fetch very large prices. The South
Kensington Museum possesses a fine series of the works of Maestro
Georgio, — several fruttieras which cost from SOL to 501. a-piece ; a
plateau, eighteen inches in diameter, representing a saint with two dogs,
one of his largest and most important works in this branch, which cost
150Z. ; and a vase, about fourteen inches high, from the Soulages collec-
tion, 200L A plate, with a very fine portrait of Pietro Perugino, cost the
same sum. A beautiful plateau, nearly sixteen inches in diameter, with
" the Stream of Life," after a very rare engraving by Robetta, which
does not appear to be in the Print Room of the British Museum, was
purchased at the Bernal sale by Mr. Fountaine, of Narford Hall, Norfolk,
whose collection of majolica is almost unrivalled, for 142£. A plateau at
the Rattier sale produced 195 Z. Probably the largest price ever given
for this ware was for a plate with " the Three Graces," after Marc
Antonio, which Mr. Marryatt, in his books on pottery and porcelain
calls surpassingly beautiful. At M. Roussel's sale, Mr. Fountaine
purchased it for 400 guineas. Of Pesaro specimens, the British
Museum purchased a plate with St. Bartholomew in the centre for 41 1.
Of Urbino ware, at the same sale, a very fine dish with Pompey and
Cleopatra, now at South Kensington, sold for 501. ; a salt-cellar, now
in the British Museum, for 61 1. ; a plateau, eighteen inches in diameter,
with Moses striking the rock, after a design by Battisto Franco, cost
1001. ; a very pretty group, an organ-player and boy blowing bellows, the
same sum ; a dish at M. Rattier' s sale fetched 187Z. ; and the pair of
flasks, or pilgrims' bottles, eighteen inches high, of this or Castel Durante
•ware — ^ne palace built and ornamented by Francesco Maria II. — now at
South Kensington, 250L There were two vases of this ware at the
Bernal sale, both purchased by Mr. A. Barker, one for 200Z., the other
for 220L Of Faenza ware, the British Museum gave 4:31. Is. for a plate at
the Bernal sale ; and Baron A. de Rothschild 90Z. for another very fine
one. J^fruttlera at South Kensington, with the children of Israel gathering
manna, from an engraving of Agostino Veneziano after Raffaelle, cost 1001.
The manufacture of French faience was encouraged principally by
Catherine dei Medici. But I must pass on to a most famous ware — that
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of Bernard Palissy. There are few autobiographies so charming and
interesting as his. Of humble birth and great talents, the sight of an
enamelled earthen cup of great value determined him to discover the secret
of its manufacture. " Regardless of the fact," as he tells us, " that I had
no knowledge of clays, I began to seek for enamel as a man gropes in the
dark." After fifteen or sixteen years of indomitable perseverance, in
which his money was exhausted, the palings of his garden, the tables, the
very flooring of his house burnt — even his wife's wedding-ring consigned
to the crucible — he met with complete success. After all, he died in
tho Bastile, for his religion, at the age of ninety. It is not every-
body that admires the crawling things he decorated his plates with
• — snails, toads, serpents, and such like creatures — but it cannot be denied
that the modelling is most admirable. And there are other exquisite
examples of his art besides those he covered with specimens of natural
history. And the prices his ware sells at now would have satisfied Palissy
himself. At the Bernal sale a dish originally purchased, then broken, for
twelve francs, and when mended, bought by Mr. Bernal for 4/., sold for
1G2Z. ; two specimens belonging to M. Rattier produced 200£. and 245Z. ;
a dish at South Kensington, from the Pourtales collection, cost 115L ; and
another, from the Soltikoff collection, twenty inches in diameter, with a
border of arabesques, 193£.
But the Palissy prices, large as they are, are moderate in comparison
with those obtained now-a-days for the ware known to collectors as the
faience de Henri Deux. The total number of known specimens of this
Wfire does not amount to more than sixty, and about half of these are in
England. Sir A. de Rothschild, for instance, possesses no less than seven.
To show the prices which specimens fetch, I need do no more than mention
those given for the five examples at South Kensington. A dish cost 140/ ;
a tazza, 180Z. ; a salt-cellar, 3| inches by 4£, 300L ; a tazza and cover,
4t'0/. ; and a candlestick, 750Z. Mr. Malcolm, however, gave even a
larger sum for a "biberon," at the Pourtales sale, 1,100/. Mr. Magniac's
ewer is said by Mr. J. C. Robinson to be " in every respect unquestionably
the finest and most important specimen of Henri Deux ware now extant."
The price paid for it at the Odiot sale was SQL ; in all probability it would
now realize at least 2,OOOZ. The companion ewer to one in the possession
of Sir A. de Rothschild is valued by M. Delange at 30,000 francs (1,200Z.),
but would probably, if brought to the hammer, as Mr. Robinson assures
us, realize a much greater sum. There is unquestionably a certain degree
of prettiness about the ware, but I am afraid I should, except for possible
mercenary considerations, prefer Minton's imitations to the originals. The
peculiarity about the ware is that the ornaments on it have not been
painted, but inlaid with pieces of coloured clays, in patterns previously
made in the mould, into which the clay was to be pressed by metal stamps,
like those used in ornamental bookbindings. Until very lately nothing was
known of its history, but M. Fillon, of Poictiers, has discovered that it was
made at Oiron, near Thouars, Deux Sevres, for Madame Helene de Han-
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gest-Genlis, widow of Artus Gouffier, and mother of Claude Gouffier,
Grand Ecuyer de France. Their librarian was the Jean Bernard already
mentioned in these " Jottings " as furnishing designs for ornamental
bindings. Specimens of an excellent imitation of this ware by Minton
can be seen at South Kensington.
The earliest specimens of English pottery that possess much interest
are the stoneware of Dr. Dwight or De Witt, of Fulham, whom I shall
have to mention again, when I come to speak of porcelain. Many speci-
mens of his " Gres de Cologne" are to be found in collections; but
perhaps the most beautiful is in the possession of Mr. C. W. Reynolds,
with many other heir-looms of the Dwight family. It is a half-length
figure of a child lying on a pillow, with a bouquet of flowers in her hand,
and a piece of lace on her forehead. It is inscribed " Lydia Dwight, died
March 3, 1672."
Our fine pottery began with Wedgwood. Thanks to Miss Meteyard,
we have a complete and most interesting life of this great artist. Very
curiously, Mr. Bernal, who collected almost everything, from brown mugs
to the pate tendre of Sevres, had not a single specimen of Wedgwood in
his possession. But Mr. Mayer of Liverpool and Mr. T. de la Rue of
London neglected no opportunities of securing the works of one of whom
Mr. Gladstone has said, that " beginning from zero, and unaided by national
or royal gifts, he produced truer works of art than the works of Sevres,
Dresden, or Chelsea." Perhaps the finest service he ever executed was
for the Empress Catherine of Russia. Upon each piece was a different
view of the palaces, seats of the nobility, and other remarkable places in
England : 1,200 views were required, and three years spent in making
them. The service being intended for the Grenouillere, part of a palace
near St. Petersburg, a frog is painted on the under-surface of each piece.
A cup and saucer of this pattern, but without the frog, is in the Mayer
collection. Mrs. Delany mentions the service in her letter to Mrs. Post,
1774 : — « I am just returned from viewing the Wedgwood ware that is
to be sent to the Empress of Russia. It consists, I believe, of as many
pieces as there are days in the year, if not hours. They are displayed at
a house in Greek Street, Soho, called Portland House. There are three
rooms below and two above filled with it, laid upon tables ; everything
that can be wanted to serve a dinner. The ground, the common ware,
pale brimstone ; the drawings in purple, the borders a wreath of leaves ;
the middle of each piece a particular view of all the remarkable places in
the King's dominions, neatly executed. I suppose it will come to a princely
price ; it is well for the manufacturer, which I am glad of, as his ingenuity
and industry deserve encouragement." The price paid is said to have
been 8,OOOZ., but even at that price it was far from remunerative to
Wedgwood.
Several specimens of his ware are at South Kensington, and among
them five of his busts in black jasper — Cato, Zeno, Seneca, Bacon, and
Bun Jouson — purchased at various prices from 11. to 15?. A still liner
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suite is in the interesting and valuable collection of British pottery in the
Jormyn Street Museum.
Porcelain differs from earthenware in many particulars, most obviously
in transparency. The materials of which it is composed are principally
two — infusible alumina (clay) derived from decomposed felspar, and a
fusible silica (flint), which is calcined and reduced to powder. The
proportion of these two substances is not quite the same in different
manufactories, and in some cases other substances, such as phosphate of
lime, are mixed with them. The best English Kaolin, or China clay,
comes from Lee Moor, Cornwall, and from the Isle of Burbeck. The
best French Kaolin is found near Limoges. The Chinese take a long
t me in preparing their materials — a potter often using what had been
mixed by his grandfather. This circumstance gave rise to the whimsical
derivation of the word porcelain given in Johnson's Dictionary — pour
cent annees. Porcelain is of very great antiquity, at least in the East. If
us date cannot certainly be carried back in China so far as B.C. 185, it
cannot be put later than A. D. 88. Japanese porcelain is of nearly equal
f ntiquity. One of the most extensive pieces of porcelain ever executed
is the far-famed " Tower of Nankin," made in 1277. It is 330 feet high,
in nine stories, covered with enamelled tiles ; the colours employed being
white, red, blue, green, and brown. It is said to have cost 750.000Z.
The varieties of China porcelain are very numerous : one of the most
i'amous is the citron yellow, manufactured only for the use of the Emperor,
jind the exportation of which is prohibited on pain of death. Mr. Beckford
had some cups and saucers of this ware, which, at the Fonthill sale in
1823, fetched such large prices that Mr. Bohn tells us, in his edition of
the Bernal Sale Catalogue, the rage for it was called the yellow fever.
Bight guineas, however, does not seem such an absurd price for specimens
of a ware of which the Fonthill examples, and those at the Japanese Palace,
Dresden, were then and till very lately the only genuine specimens in
Europe.
The sacking of the Emperor's Summer Palace at Pekin brought many
fine examples of China into Europe. In the Count de Negroni' s col-
lection, which was exhibited in London in 1865, were specimens of the
imperial yellow porcelain — the rare old gray crackle, which, though it looks
as if the glaze had been damaged in the process of manufacture, is really
produced by art, and the still rarer dark, ruby-coloured crackle, the glaze
of which is said to have been made of pulverized gems. Perhaps the rarest
of all is of a yellowish stone-colour, of which Mr. Fortune secured the only
specimen he had ever seen. Another favourite variety is the " eggshell,"
so called from its being usually of extreme thinness, not, as was long
believed, from the materials of which it was made. Another variety much
prized by the Chinese was the Ting porcelain. A very famous potter, with
a very long name, which we may compromise by contracting into Tcheau,
who lived at the beginning of the seventeenth century, went into the house
of a collector, where he saw a tripod of this porcelain. He asked per-
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mission to examine it, took its dimensions accurately, and made a drawing
of the crackles. Six months afterwards he appeared again with his
imitation. He was honest enough, however, to confess that it was an
imitation and parted with it for about 12Z. Some time after another
connoisseur saw the tripod, worried till he got permission to purchase it,
and it was finally parted with, at a great sacrifice, consented to because
it was for & friend, for 300 guineas.
Porcelain is as much prized among some of their neighbours as among
the Chinese themselves. Sir Thomas Roe tells us that the Great Mogul
had one of the gentlemen of his court whipped for breaking a cup, and
then sent off to China, at his own expense, to buy another,
As specimens of the prices Chinese porcelain has fetched, I may
mention an " eggshell " bottle, 13£ inches high, which sold at the
Bernal sale for 25/., and a sea-green .one which brought 63Z. At
Mr. Fortune's two sales in 1856 and 1857, a bottle of turquoise crackle
realized 50L 10s. ; another with the imperial dragon on rich crimson
ground, 56Z. ; a vase of turquoise crackle, 18 inches high, 131Z. ; and
a pair of magnificent vases and covers, 4 feet high, 200Z. Lady
Webster's pair, sold this year, produced 485 guineas ; and a pair of
cisterns, 315 guineas. The old crackle is so much esteemed in Japan
that a genuine specimen readily fetches 300L But the most curious
price ever paid was for a set of china now in the grand collection in the
" Green Vaults " at Dresden. The Elector Augustus II. obtained it from
Frederick I. of Prussia for a company of grenadiers.
The first Oriental porcelain in Europe of which we have any certain
knowledge, was brought by the Portuguese about the beginning of the
sixteenth century. It was long thought that the earliest attempts at
imitating it were made in France, about 1695. The recent researches,
however, of Dr. Foresi of Florence have shown that there was a small
manufactory of it attached to the laboratory in the Boboli Gardens, which
belonged to the Grand Duke Francesco dei Medici about 1580-90. Some
ten or fifteen specimens only of this earliest European porcelain have been
discovered — some of which it is said have fetched 300Z. a-piece. Besides
the gilded pills of the Medici, they bear a mark representing the cupola
of the Cathedral of Florence, and underneath the letter F. The ware
has a white ground with blue flowers ; but if the specimens I saw at
South Kensington so marked a few months ago were really samples of
the duke's ware, I don't think his kindest friends could have called it
beautiful.
There is not much Italian porcelain worth noticing till we come to the
Capo di Monte specimens, produced about 1780. There are some very
good and spirited groups of this ware exhibited by the Marquis d'Azeglio,
at South Kensington, especially an Apollo and Daphne. Mr. Bernal had
several cups and saucers, which sold at prices varying from 31Z. to 371.
A compotiere and cover, with figure of Phcebus and the dance of the
Hours, sold for 5 1/.
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To England, apparently, belongs the honour of the second earliest
European porcelain. In 1671 Dr. Dwight had a patent granted to him
for having " by his own industry, and at his own proper costs and charges,
invented and sett up at Fulham . . . the mistery of transparent earthen-
ware, commonly knowne by the names of porcelaine, or China and Persian
ware." He met, however, with such poor encouragement that it is said
he burned all his receipts and implements in disgust. No specimens of
his porcelain are at present known to be in existence.
The next European porcelain was made by Bottcher, the alchemist,
who had fled from Berlin to Dresden, and about 1706 made the discovery
whilst seeking for the philosopher's stone. His first productions, made of
an artificial paste, were of a reddish or brown colour, and not true por-
celuin ; but about 1715, through the accidental discovery of true kaolin
in Saxony, he succeeded in producing real porcelain. Some of his ware
wafi in the Bernal collection ; one specimen, a teapot, fetched 161. Speci-
mens of his ware can be seen at South Kensington.
From this beginning sprang the famous manufactory of Dresden china,
which has produced so many beautiful works of art. To see it in all its
variety we should have to visit the Green Vaults at Dresden ; but for
fine* specimens or rare prices we need not go out of our own kingdom. At
the Bernal sale, Sir A. de Eothschild bought a pair of vases, each with
two conversations from Watteau, for 99L 15s-. ; and a clock in the form
of a temple, eighteen inches high, for 120Z. ; whilst the Marquis of Bath
secured a pair of magnificent candelabra, each with a female figure bearing
branches for five lights, and two feet high, for 231 1.
From the Dresden manufactory sprang that of Vienna. About 1719
"ono of the workmen managed to escape from Meissen, and carried the
secret with him. The manufactory, however, at Vienna has never equalled
the parent one, th'ough the gilding — a very delicate operation — is most
brilliant. The Berlin manufactory owes its origin principally to Frederick
the Great, who on occupying Meissen during the Seven Years' War, carried
oif from Meissen all the most famous workmen.
But I must return to England. The first of our famous china establish-
ments was that of Chelsea. It commenced about 1698, but it was from
1750 to 1761 that its finest specimens were produced. Horace Walpole
says: — "I saw yesterday (March 8, 1763) a magnificent service of
Cholsea china, which the King and Queen are sending to the Duke of
Mecklenburg. There are dishes and plates without number, an epergne,
candlestick, salt-cellars, sauce-boats, tea and coffee equipage ; in short, it
is complete, and cost 1,200Z." The Chelsea gilding is very brilliant, the
painting first-rate; and though sometimes the details are somewhat over-
powering, still the ware is in many respects equal to any porcelain in the
world. A magnificent vase of this ware, with a beautiful crimson morone
ground — a colour peculiar to this ware — and with the raised ornaments
riclily gilded, was shown some years ago at Marlborough House. In 1863,
Mr. Llewellyn Jewitt remarked, that " at the Bernal sale, a pair of beau-
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tiful globular scolloped vases and covers, deep blue, painted with exotic
birds, with pierced borders and covers of the highest quality, fetched
110Z. 5s. At the sale of the Angerstein collection, a pair of bleu-de-roi
vases, with paintings, were bought by Lord Kilmory for 100 guineas.
Another pair, pink and gold ground, with paintings, and with open-work
lips, realized 142 guineas. A single vase and cover, from Queen Char-
lotte's collection, sold for 106 guineas ; and a pair of splendid globular
vases and covers, with paintings of Bathsheba and Susannah, realized the
enormous sum of 203 guineas." But these " enormous sums " have been
far exceeded. At Mr. Bernal's sale, a vase, exquisitely painted with
groups of figures after Greuze, fetched 219L ; whilst a vase and cover,
with Venus attired by the Graces, after Guido, 14 inches high, and a
pair of others, 12^ inches high, were sold only a few months since, by
Messrs. Foster, for 345 guineas. A set of seven, Mr. Bohn tells us, sold
not long since for 3,000£.
The Chelsea works were finally removed in 1784, by Mr. Dewsbury,
and incorporated with his other works at Derby, so famous for the biscuit
figures peculiar to that locality. The secret of making them has been
lost, and it was in trying to re-discover it that the beautiful material
" Parian " was invented. One of the most beautiful productions of tho
Derby works was called " cream-ware." It is so rare that but two or three
specimens of it are known. Mr. Bernal had no good specimen of Derby
china. Lady Webster's dessert-service sold this year for 150 guineas.
About the same date as Derby china is that of Worcester, not con-
sidered so good as Chelsea, though superior to Derby. It is at present
most worthily represented by Messrs. Kerr and Binns. The dessert-service
made for the Queen is considered to be as fine as anything that Sevres ever
produced ; their enamel porcelain, again, is most beautiful.
One more English manufactory must be mentioned, that of " Rocking-
ham china," named in compliment to the celebrated Marquis of Rock-
ingham. It is a fine reddish brown, or chocolate colour. It is one of the
smoothest and most beautiful wares ever produced. The dessert-service,
consisting of 144 plates and 56 large pieces, made for William IV., is said
to have cost 5,OOOL
Nantgarw must not be altogether omitted. Porcelain, however, was
only made there during 1814-17 ; the works then belonged to Mr. Dillwyn,
the naturalist.
I must now pass on to Sevres. This manufactory, originally esta-
blished at St. Cloud about 1695, was transferred to Sevres in 1756. The
finest specimens were produced from 1751 to 1800, Madame Pompadour
being one of its principal patronesses. At first the porcelain was " soft."
" Soft" porcelain, as distinguished from " hard," can be scratched with a
knife, the other not. The pate tendre, however, of Sevres was an arti-
ficial paste, with no clay at all in its composition, and could be entirely
fused. It was a composition of saltpetre, sea-salt, burnt alum, soda,
gypsum, and sand. Owing to its composition so much resembling glass,
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its firing was most difficult, but this very circumstance enabled the glaze
to unite more intimately with the body. About 1768, a chance discovery
of kaolin at Limoges gave the manufacturers the power of making hard
porcelain, and since 1800 no other kind has been attempted.
Her Majesty has one of the most splendid collections of Sevres in
existence. A good deal of it was obtained at the time of the Peninsular
war, through Benoit, a French confectioner in the service of the Prince
Rogent and Beau Brummell. I must specially mention a bleu-de-roi
dc ssert-service, painted by D.odin, with borders by Le Guay and Prevost,
made about 1783-1787. Fifteen other pieces belonging to the same set,
and now in private hands, were in the Loan Exhibition, 1862. In the
Royal collection are also seventy or eighty vases, many of them of the
true pate tendre, and worth from 500L to 1,OOOZ. a-piece. Another very
magnificent service was made about 1778, for the Empress Catherine II.
01 Russia : 160 pieces of it were afterwards brought to England, but
re purchased (except a few small pieces in the collections of Mr. Napier and
Mr. Addington) by the Emperor Nicholas, shortly before the Crimean war.
Fine specimens of Sevres sell for enormous prices. At the Bernal
sale, a cup and saucer painted by Morin sold for 160L ; a cabaret by
Le Guay, 1775-6, 465?.; the Marquis of Hertford gave 8712. 10s. for
a magnificent gros-bleu vase, eighteen inches high ; Sir A. de Rothschild
900Z. for a pair of vases, said to be part of the famous " Roman History "
sorvice in possession of her Majesty ; 1,417£. 10s. for a pair of turquoise
vases painted by Dodet and Draud; and a higher price still, 1,942Z. 10s.,
for another pair of that lovely colour, the Rose du Barry, 14^ inches high.
Mr. Bernal had given 200Z. for them. At Lady Webster's sale this year
a plaque sold for 285 guineas, and a dessert-service, said to be probably
t-ie finest set on sale in Europe, of 105 pieces, for 550 guineas — probably
tie set sold at the Hope sale at Paris in 1855 for 854Z. ; and finally, at
tie Rickett's sale, a single vase and cover, gros-bleu ground with an
exquisite medallion of figures fishing, after Boucher, 16£ inches high,
vas purchased for the Marquis of Hertford for the astounding sum of
1 ,3bO guineas.
High prices naturally lead to counterfeits. Many instances might be
mentioned ; but a passage from an interesting account of an English
"'Workman's visit to the Paris Exhibition which appeared in the Times of
September 13, is so veiy instructive that I cannot resist quoting it.
' ' Thirty years ago, when the rage for old Sevres china was at its highest,
f few London dealers in old Sevres china made large fortunes in purchasing
white specimens, and those slightly decorated, and having them repainted
md regilt in this country. Their agents in France attended sales and
f ought every opportunity of buying it ; the slight sprigs of flowers were
then removed by fluoric acid, and elaborately-painted subjects of flowers,
"'>irds, Cupids and figures, chiefly from Boucher and Watteau, were painted
in richly-gilt shields, with turquoise, green, and other grounds. White
• lessert-plates were greedily bought, at prices varying from half-a-guinea
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to a guinea, which were resold at from five to ten guineas. In order to
deceive the purchaser, the sharp touches of the chaser on the gold were
rubbed off by the hand ; sometimes a dirty greasy rag was employed to
make it look as though it had been a long time in use. To increase the
deception, the china thus finished was sent off, redirected in London in
French, and knowing old lovers of Sevres china, with long purses, were
apprised that a packet of choice articles, bought of Madame or at the
Duke of 's sale, had arrived, and they flattered themselves highly in
being privileged to see the box opened The writer has several
times seen specimens of his own painting at noblemen's houses, which he
was informed were choice productions of the Royal Sevres works pur-
chased for large sums. . . . Some time ago one of our first and keenest
manufacturers purchased a pair of his own vases, believing them to be
old Sevres, and introduced them as examples. They had been bought
from his own warehouse in white, were painted by the writer in the old
Sevres style, sold in London, and bought some years after by the
manufacturer."
The prices of modern Sevres are by no means inconsiderable. There
is a fine specimen at South Kensington — a vase with celadon-green ground
two feet high — which cost 200Z. Some specimens of modern English
porcelain fetch equally large sums. The beautiful vase, four feet six inches
high, with exquisitely painted flowers, by Messrs. Copeland, was purchased
in 1862 for 262Z. ; and the same sum was given for another vase of Sevres
blue ground, with a broad band of flowers, double handles, and five Cupids
as supporters, by Messrs. Minton.
No one who has visited the collection of art treasures at South Ken-
sington can have failed to notice the splendid enamels that have been
secured for that institution.
Enamelling is the art of fixing upon any substance a surface of vitreous
matter by fusion. The term, however, is restricted now to those cases
where the substance is of metal, copper, silver, or gold. Several methods
of enamelling have been practised. One, and perhaps the earliest, was
the champleve, where the enamelling matter was deposited in cavities pre-
viously made in the metal. It is often stated that the Egyptians were
acquainted with this method : but in the examples in question, we really
only find pieces of hard stone or coloured glass set in cement. The
Greeks were really acquainted with the art, but the specimens that have
come down to us are very unimportant. In the third or fourth century,
however, champleve enamels were made in Gaul and Britain ; and we find
them again in the Rhenish provinces of Germany about ten centuries later,
and at Limoges. One interesting example of German enamel of the twelfth
century is the chasse or reliquary at South Kensington, which came from
the famous Soltikoff collection. A very beautiful triptych in the same
collection, of thirteenth-century work, 14 inches by 8£ inches, representing
the Crucifixion, Resurrection, and Deliverance from Satan, formerly at
Alton Towers, cost 450Z.
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Another method was the cloisonne. In this case, the metal having
been previously cut into the required shape, a rim of gold was put round
it, deep enough to contain the enamel. The enclosed surface was then
divided into as many cells as were necessary to separate the different
colours, by thin bands of the same material. In those cells was placed the
enamel in powder, which was then fused, and finally polished. This
method was the fashionable one under the Byzantine Emperors. The
finest specimen now remaining of this class is the Pala d'Oro, made at
Constantinople for the altar of St. Mark's, Venice, about 1100. A small
portion of this, containing the figure of a saint, may be seen in the Jermyn
Street Museum. The shrine at Cologne, containing the skulls of the three
kings, is of similar workmanship ; and at the Pourtales' sale a plate,
originally the cover of a missal, with a representation of St. George and
the Dragon, of the eleventh century, sold for 364Z. The most interesting
example of cloisonne enamel in England is the " Alfred Jewel," in the
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford. It was found not far from Athelney Abbey,
the place to which Alfred retired during the Danish troubles, and where he
afterwards founded a monastery. It is somewhat more than two inches
long, faced with rock crystal, through which is seen the figure of a saint,
holding a fleur-de-lys in each hand, representing, no doubt, St. Neot,
the King's patron saint. On it is an Anglo-Saxon inscription, which tells
us "Alfred ordered me to be wrought." From some expressions in
monkish chronicles there is little doubt that it was mounted on a staff,
and so carried into battle. The enamel itself may have been made, not
in England, but on the Continent.
The next method was to engrave the subject on the plate, which was
thon covered with translucent enamel. A fine specimen of English work of
this style is the gold cup given by King John to the corporation of Lynn.
In the fifteenth century there arose at Limoges a new school of
enamellers. The plate was first of all covered with a coating of dark-
coloured enamel for shadows, and the subjects then painted upon it. The
colours employed were metallic oxides mixed with silica, which of course
was fusible at a great heat. Until science came to the aid of the
enamellers, they had only a limited number of colours at their command,
the high degree of heat to which the plate had to be subjected rendering
m;iny desirable tints unavailable. The colours after firing are often quite
different from what they would be on a painter's palette ; and as a plate
had sometimes to undergo as many as twenty-five or thirty firings, one
for each layer of colour, and any under or over-firing spoiled the work,
and mistakes in drawing could only be corrected with immense difficulty,
the process of enamelling, as may easily be imagined, was one of very
groat tediousness and risk. In the early part of the sixteenth century this
method had reached its perfection, and some very beautiful examples will
be found at South Kensington and the British Museum.
Of early unsigned enamels, we have, in the former museum, an Adora-
tion of the Shepherds, executed about 1520, which cost 200Z. By Penicaud,
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Junior, is a very magnificent specimen, containing eighteen plaques, a
large one in the centre representing the Ascension, and round it seventeen
of various shapes, containing other subjects from the life of our Lord.
It measures altogether 2 feet 5 by 1 foot 10J. The price of it was of
course considerable — 800/. Another specimen of the same artist's work
is an oval dish, with a representation of the Gathering of Manna, which
cost 200Z. By another artist of the same family, Jean Penicaud III., is a
tablet, 7 inches by 5£, with the Saviour in the centre and the twelve
Apostles in compartments around it, which cost the same sum. Belonging
to the same school, but apparently by Jean Poilleve, who was a goldsmith
as well as an engraver, there was at the Bernal sale a silver-gilt casket,
4£ inches high and 5£ wide, in which were set five plaques of enamel,
representing the Sibyls. Mr. M. T. Smith purchased it for 252Z.
The prince of enamellers, however, was Leonard Limousin. Like
other artists of the same date, 1540-1570, he made use of the designs of
Raffaelle, and the exquisite manner in which they are reproduced by this
difficult process is quite marvellous. A set of twelve Sibyls, half-length
figures, of his work, is in the British Museum. Several other specimens
are at South Kensington. A very beautiful tazza, with a representation
of Laocoon, cost 35 1. Many of his works are portraits, of which there
were no less than twenty-three in the Loan collection. A plaque at South
Kensington, six inches by five, with portrait of Antoine de Bourbon, cost
50L A portrait of a Chancellor of France, somewhat larger, from the
Soltikoff collection, cost 100Z. But a much more important work of his,
at the Bernal sale, was a large upright portrait of Catherine dei Medici,
of the extraordinary size of eighteen inches by twelve. For this Baron
Gustave de Kothschild gave 420Z. Large as the plate is, it seems to
have been a favourite size with the artist, as seven others of similar
dimensions were shown at South Kensington in 1862. In some of his
later enamels he used a white ground, the credit of which has usually been
given to Toutin, who lived about 1630.
By Pierre Kaymond, an artist about the same date, a tazza and cover
at the British Museum, representing Dido's entertainment to JEneas, from
the Bernal sale, cost SOL A triptych at South Kensington, representing
Christ bearing the Cross, the Crucifixion, and the Entombment, was pur-
chased for 350Z. A tazza and ewer at the Pourtales sale, with the battle
of the Centaurs and Lapithae, sold for 448?. ; and a basin, eighteen inches
in diameter, with subjects from the history of Adam and Eve, 808/.
'^ I One of the most productive of the Limoges enamellers was Jean
Courtois. His works consist chiefly of articles for use at table — such as
dishes, plates, candlesticks, &c. They are very showy. A fine ewer — a
representation of an equestrian combat round the body, and some portraits
in medallions round the neck — was purchased at the Bemal sale by
Mr. Addington for 136L 10s. A large oval salver, ornamented with gold,
and a picture of the " Passage of the Red Sea," sold at the Pourtales sale
for 1,2002.
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By Jean Court dit Vigier was a work at the same sale which excited
a very lively competition. It was the cup presented to Mary Stuart when
sho became affianced to the Dauphin. On the cover was Diana in a car
drawn by stags, and on the inside was " The Festival of the Gods," after
Raffaelle. It produced 1,0842.
Towards the close of the sixteenth century a more minute style of
enamelling was introduced. Specimens of artists of this date will be
found at South Kensington. An oval dish, by Francois Limousin, with a
youth kneeling by the side of a female, who is pointing to Phoebus in his
car, cost 200?. ; and by Jean Limousin a silver casket, with bacchanalian
groups and mediaeval figures dancing, executed probably for Marguerite
de Valois, cost 1,OOOZ. The fashion for Limoges enamels seems to have
lasted till about 1620.
About this time the art was practised in other places. Petitot, for
instance, who was born at Geneva in 1607, produced some specimens
w]iich for colour and finish are most marvellous. His plates are usually
snail, not more than two or three inches in diameter ; but the Duke of
Devonshire has a portrait of his, after Vandyke, which measures nearly ten
inches by six.
Of modern enamels there are some very fine examples. Perhaps the
la rgest work ever executed in this way upon metal is one belonging to her
Majesty — the Holy Family, after Parmegiano, the work of Charles Muss,
wb.0 died in 1824. It measures about twenty-one inches by sixteen.
Another large work is the " Bacchus and Ariadne " of Titian, enamelled
bv Bone. It measures eighteen inches by sixteen, and was sold for 2,200
guineas. Another very beautiful specimen of his skill is the portrait of
Lady Hamilton, as Ariadne. It was painted for Sir W. Hamilton, and
a "'forwards bequeathed to Nelson. It cost 170 guineas, and when sold
brought 700.
Fine specimens of medieval metal-work fetch now and then astound-
ing prices. Fancy a pair of " brass candlesticks," 5| inches high, fetching
232L ! Yet this was the price paid for a pair at the Bernal sale by the
Puke of Hamilton. Of course, they had a history. They belonged to Sir
Thomas More, knight, whose name and date, 1552, are under the foot. Upon
t-ie egg-shaped stem are flowers and leaves enamelled in blue and white.
A portrait, however, of Sir T. More, at Hampton Court, shows us that they
vere not candlesticks but flower- vases; for in that picture these identical
objects are represented standing on a table near him, each containing a
lower. There are, however, at South Kensington, two candlesticks of
Italian work, about 1480-1500, from the Soulages collection, which cost
j25Z. each ; and with them, I may mention, a door-knocker, about 1560,
vhich cost SQL, and two sets of bronze fire-dogs which cost 400?.
In the same rich collection will be found a bronze mirror case 7£ inches
in diameter, inlaid with gold and silver, the work of Donatello about 1450,
made for the Martelli family, which cost 600Z. ; and a toilet stand of iron,
damascened with gold and silver, with subjects taken from ancient Roman
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history; it measures three feet ten inches high, by two feet one inch wide.
It has a metal speculum with a damascened slide, and at the top figures of
Venus and Cupid, in bronze gilt. It is of Milanese work, about 1550,
made for the royal family of Savoy, and was purchased at the Soltikoff
sale for 1,281Z. As a specimen of early English work, I may mention a
beautiful agate goblet mounted in silver gilt, with a carved stem, and with
the Bristol hall-mark, 1567, which cost 350/.
Fine specimens of ecclesiastical art are to be found in our National
collections. The British Museum secured, at the Bernal sale, the " Reli-
quary of the Kings," in copper gilt, about seven inches in length and
height, and four inches wide. It was presented by Pope Eugenius IV. to
Philip le Bon, Duke of Burgundy, and contained the relics found in the
Chartreux at Dijon in 1430. The price was 66£., Mr. Bernal having given
281. for it. A much more important specimen is at South Kensington.
This is a Rhenish-Byzantine work in copper gilt, decorated with champleve
enamel, and carved ivory, about 1150. It represents a cruciform domed
church, and is ornamented with figures of eighteen Prophets and the
twelve Apostles. It was purchased at the Soltikoff sale for 2,142Z. A
ratable in gilt metal, repousse and enamelled and set with gems, was pur-
chased at the same sale for 342?. Above is Christ in the act of blessing,
below are two Angels, and on the shutters the twelve Apostles. An altar-
cross made of plates of rock crystal, the plaques of the cross containing
engravings of the Crucifixion and the busts of the Evangelists, whilst the
base has representations of the events of the Passion, the work of Valerio
Vicentino, who lived 1466-1546, cost 210Z. ; and another altar-cross of
Rhenish-Byzantine work, 350L I must also mention besides three
crosiers — one of gilt metal, enamelled, of fourteenth-century Italian work,
which cost 241L ; another of Swiss-German work, of the same date, 413Z. ;
and another of carved ivory and gilt metal, of French work, also the same
date, 265 1. They all came from the famous Soltikoff collection.
NOTE. — In my last paper I omitted, by an oversight, all mention of Salviati's imita-
tions of Venetian glass. They are quite as quaint, and in many instances, quite as
beautiful, as the originals.
In a letter to The Times, dated September 21, Mr. M. A. Shee controverts the
account, given in the first part of my Jottings, of the share his father had in the
rejection of the Lawrence collection by the nation. In one particular I have to make
a correction : the price at which the collection was offered to the British Museum
was not 20,000?., but 18,000/. Mr. Shee admits that his father " opposed the purchase,"
but justifies it on the ground that it " did not comprise the entire collection made and
left at his death by Sir T. Lawrence," but that " the most valuable portion had been
previously withdrawn for private disposal." It must be known to many people whether
any such transaction took place ; but it seems strange to talk of the " most valuable
portion " being gone, when Oxford could get from the refuse its matchless collection,
except perhaps in the gallery of the UflSzi, of Michel Angclo and Raffaelle drawings .
Sir T. Lawrence's will, however, is express — it was his " collection of genuine draw-
ings by the old masters " that was to be offered to the nation. Mr. Shee's letter,
therefore, would make it no longer a question of his father's taste, but of the honesty
of Sir T. Lawrence's executors.
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A BELGIAN EXPERIMENT.
IN what category is speech to be arranged ? Amongst all the functions
anl energies of man by what name will it most correctly be labelled ?
Shall we call it an endowment, or a faculty, or an art, or what ? In
short, what is speech ? Certain very practical results depend upon the
answer. Without doing any injustice to the character of rough-and-
ready replies, it may be said that the rough-and-ready reply to these
questions would be that speech is a gift — perhaps the most eminent of all
tho gifts bestowed upon man by his Creator, and one, therefore, well
adapted for its exalted office of determining the line of severance between
tho brute creation and humanity. Superficial as such a conclusion un-
questionably is, it would almost seem as though it had dictated our mode
of procedure in the treatment of the dumb. Say that speech is an endow-
ment of human nature, and it must at once take rank with the other
endowments of human nature, with sight and hearing and reason and the
rest. It may have its speciality, it may be conspicuous amongst the
others for its dignity or its usefulness ; but almost insensibly we shall
conceive of it as being regulated by the same laws and associated with tho
same ideas as are attached to the other endowments of man. One of the
most obvious and the most unassailable of such ideas is the total in-
capacity of man himself to confer upon his fellow-man even the faintest
semblance of such gifts. And with data like these, it is almost an axiom
that, in directing the education of one who is deprived of speech, you must
accept his dumbness as a fact which is altogether beyond the reach of hope.
You may invest him with substitutes for speech which shall be more or
less efficient, but this so-called gift of speech itself it is manifestly futile for
human skill to think of bringing into exercise. You will give him some
compensation for his loss by evoking some unusual power of observation and
•by inventing new artifices of expression ; you will impart to him a marvel-
lous aptitude in the languages of the hand and of the eye; but this spell of
an unalterable silence you will feel that a creative power alone can break.
Such a position seems not only a natural, but almost an inevitable,
deduction from the very loose idea that speech is to be classed amongst
the endowments of men. The fact that a view of this kind has met with
such general acceptance makes us suspect that it probably represents a
certain amount of truth upon the subject. Yet we may reasonably
challenge it, and ask it whether it fairly embodies the whole truth of the
matter? whether it gives us the best possible grasp of all the leading
facts, or whether it is not rather calculated to obscure some of the
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principal avenues of thought, and consequently to bar some of the most
effective lines of action which another aspect would suggest ? There is
at all events one consideration which affords a presumption, though not a
proof, that the classification of speech as a gift is inadequate, if not
absolutely incorrect ; for it is undoubted that certain of the lower animals
are able to acquire a mimicry of speech so perfect as to represent a
human articulation to the very life. Now, such a fact, when once esta-
blished, is immediately fatal to the view in question. Take any one of
these natural powers, which are beyond all dispute most properly desig-
nated as gifts — powers, that is, demanding no skill or effort on the part
of the individual exercising them — and you cannot conceive the possibility
of a mimicry of them. You cannot, for instance, imagine a mimicry of
sight or of hearing. I say then that the fact that speech can be
caricatured affords us a presumption that there is something wrong in a
classification which groups it with them. The truth probably is that, in
the looseness of ordinary conversation, speech has been too often con-
founded with language. Statements, that is to say, which are perfectly
true of language, have been carelessly transferred to speech, and, as might
be expected, have by the transfer been rendered hopelessly false. Thus,
it may be quite true that language, as the expression of reason, is the
noblest and the most distinguishing gift which the Creator has bestowed
upon man. But apply such a statement to speech, and we may not only
be inclined to dissent from the opinion expressed, but we have some
grounds for asking whether it can be accurately called a gift at all.
Following the lead, then, of this presumption, and setting aside for the
moment the conception of speech as one of the distinctive gifts of man,
let us ask whether it would not be more correctly catalogued as an art — •
an art which is to be learned, of course, like any other art, by successions
of attempt and failure. Through its investiture as an art, it at once
assumes its proper place as the correlative of language, which everybody
has now learned to call a science. In this view, a correct description of
the facts would be something of this kind : Man is supplied with a
mechanism which is capable of producing articulate speech, just as he ia
supplied with a mechanism which is capable of producing, for example, a
performance on the pianoforte ; but it is for man himself to learn to use
this mechanism with competent skill. The question then arises, How does
he learn ? by what agency is this mechanism to be approached ? Obviously
through the ear. The art of speech is acquired by imitation. The pos-
sessor of this vocal mechanism becomes sensible, through the ear, of the
use to which others are putting it, and by continued attempts to produce
the same effects which he hears from them he gradually acquires a perfect
command over his instrument, and articulates with fluency and ease.
Hence we are furnished with an explanation of a well-known fact about the
dumb. Most of them are dumb, because they are deaf. They cannot
articulate, not because they are deprived of the machinery of articulation,
but because they are deprived of the means of learning to put that machi-
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nery in motion. The mechanism is there, sometimes without a single
flaw in its construction ; but it is doomed to stand eternally idle, because
the channel through which it is commonly approached is closed. But
having got so far, we are immediately confronted with a question which, if
it can be answered affirmatively, must revolutionize our procedure with
deal-mutism, must impose upon us the necessity of a general, if not a
universal abandonment of the language of the fingers, and will enable us
effectually to rescue these wordless sufferers from the terrible isolation of
their speechlessness. Granted that a man commonly learns to speak
by zhe almost effortless process of hearing others speak ; granted that the
machinery of speech is most naturally and most easily set in motion
through the intervention of the ear ; yet, if this be closed from birth, is
the :*e no other channel through which the latent mechanism of articulation
can be reached ? Is there no other faculty through whose aid these slum-
bering powers can be stirred into activity, and taught to fulfil the purpose
for which they are so well adapted ? In a word, is it inevitable, as the
conventional treatment of them assumes it is, that the deaf-and-dumb
should be despairingly abandoned to their speechlessness ? or is it possible
to teach the silent lips to speak ?
For eighty years past such a possibility has been eagerly asserted by
Heinicke and his followers in Germany. The utility of it has been as
eagerly denied by the Abbe de TEpee in France. But facts will speak for
themselves. Through the intervention of a Continental friend I was
recsntly enabled to visit an institution in Brussels which demonstrated
by actual experiment that such a thing is possible, not only in the case of
a picked individual or two gifted with extraordinary intelligence, but (it
seems safe to say) in every case, provided that the vocal organs are not
rendered fatally imperfect by malformation. Moreover, even in those
extremely rare instances where the mechanism of speech was incomplete,
they succeeded in producing an approximation to clear utterance, closer
or more remote, according to the degree of defectiveness in the organs.
So that in that house of the dumb, from the best down to the very worst,
every single inmate could speak. The dumb are received there in consi-
derable numbers ; the conventional system of teaching them to speak by
signs is totally and unexceptionally abandoned, and each individual patient
is successfully taught to speak with his lips. Of course, the labour and
pa ience expended in effecting these results is stupendous.
It is not difficult to imagine the almost superhuman self-control that
yo i must have, if you would take a boy who is as deaf as the ground he
stands on, and utter an articulate sound before him over and over again, till
by seeing your movements he learns to reproduce the sound. In practice,
however, the task is no less stupendous than the imagination predicts.
In leed, as I watched their method, it several times occurred to me that
those instructors must have thrown up their work in despair if they had
not been doing it for the sake of their religion. It was, in truth, in the
name of Religion that the whole of this unprecedented labour was under-
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taken. In words of their own framing, "to inspire the deaf-and-dumb
with the love of our holy religion, to form their hearts to virtue, to develope
their intelligence, in short, to restore to God and society this unhappy
class — such is the task which we undertake in this house." Technically,
moreover, the house was a religious house, as being the retreat of a
religious order. It was founded some twenty years ago by an eminent
ecclesiastic, so distinguished for his self-sacrificing works of benevolence
and charity as to have earned the title of the Vincent de Paul of Belgium.
True to the reputation of the founder, a number of clergy attached to a
religious brotherhood — Les Freres de' la Doctrine Chretienne, whom I
found by conversation to be men of high talent and culture, — carried on
this work. It was to one of these brethren so engaged — Frere Cyrille —
that my Brussels friend presented me. I found him a bright, accomplished
man, in the best years of life, dressed in the clerical costume of his country
— the long black cassock with that interminable row of small buttons down
the front, and his beads hung at the girdle, and the little close-fitting
black cap, — known as the Solidee (Soli Deo) — just upon the crown of the
head. Such is the man who is the leading spirit of this unique establishr
ment. After a little preliminary conversation he proceeded to pilot me
through the house. Promising to begin with the most elementary stage of
the education, he led me first into a large airy room fitted with ordinary
school-room desks, forms, black-boards, diagrams, and the usual apparatus
of elementary education. That room indeed was remarkable for the
absence of only one of the attributes of a well-appointed schoolroom :
there was none of the familiar buzz of plodding school-boys. Here sat
some five-and-twenty boys, from seven to twelve years old, in some cases
literally struggling to imitate the lip-movements of their teacher, and
making thereby noises uncouth and various enough; but so impressive
was the silence in the intervals of their attempts, that one quite longed for
some of those furtive whispers which all go to make up that impalpable
sort of hum which is one of the bugbears of the schoolmaster. These boys
were acquiring the first rudiments of the art of speech under the tuition of
another of the brethren — also a cassocked ecclesiastic, — who seemed
blessed with an amount of forbearance that was quite angelic. The
earliest lesson, of course, was the articulation of single open syllables,
that is to say, of a consonant with a vowel attached. The process by
which this was attained was, I observed, twofold. First, simply the eye
of the pupil was used. The teacher articulated in a very marked manner
the consonant that was under notice. By signs and gestures the dumb
boy was directed to watch the movement minutely and to make it himself.
If he succeeded in doing so, all well and good ; the object was achieved.
But if he failed, as was often the case ; if, for example, instead of ma
he articulated ba, then the sense of touch was called in to the rescue. The
teacher felt about his own organs to see exactly how they were affected by
Jjis articulation of the particular consonant which caused the difficulty.
He would find that there was, perhaps, a movement in the throat, or by
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tho pressure of the fingers against the side of the nose, that a current of
air was driven down the nostrils by the articulation in question. Having
discovered this, he took the boy's finger and put it to his own (the
teacher's) organ and articulated the consonant distinctly and repeatedly,
so that the boy should feel exactly what the movement of the part was
that was required of him. The boy was then directed to put his finger
upon his own throat or nostril, and by his own movements produce the
same impression upon his finger as was produced by the articulation of
tho teacher. A hundred times he would fail ; and a hundred times would
this much-enduring frere, without the faintest shadow of impatience or
irritation, go through the whole ceremonial again.
As we entered the room this method was being applied, I remember,
to the syllables of the French word — all the business was conducted in
French — Solide. The frere had got this word written out upon the
black-board, syllable by syllable, and he was articulating it, hissing and
biting off the consonants with a most laborious emphasis, and with a
considerable pause at the end of each, So-li-de. Most of the loojs in
his class seemed to succeed tolerably well with this word ; but the failure
of one poor lad served admirably the purpose of giving one an insight
into the system of instruction. He found no difficulty in catching the first
two syllables, but the last syllable he misapprehended. The frere was
quick enough to detect the error, even amid the many voices, in a moment.
Ho singled the boy out to devote some special care to him. " So, li, de"
said the frere, making quite an explosion with the last syllable. " So, 7?',''
replied the anxious boy, drawing out the vowels to an inordinate length in
hin care to be right, and then, as though quite lost, gazing about him in
bewilderment and dismay : " re," he guessed, after some moments. The
frere shook his head ; that would not do. " So, li, de — de, de," he
repeated. " So, li," said the boy, with great deliberation, and then came
th*> pause of perplexity again ; " ke," at last he tried, receiving once more,
of course, the shake of the head in reply. That was not right. " So, li, de,
de" reiterated this delightfully patient frere, taking the lad's finger and
putting it upon the ball of his own throat, that he might feel the move-
xm-nt caused by the articulation of the troublesome sound. The boy imme-
diately nodded his head with evident delight, in token of his having grasped
wbat was meant. Withdrawing his hand from his teacher, he began, " So,
li,' then, feeling about over his own throat, " de," he said, after a moment's
pa use, with an apparent certitude that he was saying the right thing. The
ta^k was accomplished. " So, li, de — solide" recapitulated the frere.
" Solide," said the boy at once, in three distinct but connected syllables.
This amiable an^. persevering teacher went on to explain to me that
having achieved the pronunciation- of the consonant, he should be able
after some little time to get the lad to pronounce the word as it should be
in good French, with a less emphasis upon the last syllable. But this
final e mute of the French language was, he said, one of their chief diffi-
culties, inasmuch as it ought in correct speech to slip almost inaudibly
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off the tongue, whereas they were compelled to teach their boys to give it
the same power as any other vowel, for the purpose of getting its accom-
panying consonant articulated. With characteristic enthusiasm, however,
he added, it was only a question of a little more trouble afterwards to
soften it down when once the consonant was acquired. While upon this
subject he told me that, as a rule, certain consonants came much more
easily to dumb pupils than others did. It appeared that r was the easiest
of all. Several little fellows, who had only just been admitted to the
house, had already learned to roll the r with a .rapidity and continuity
that only the Continental throat can accomplish. And it is no injustice
to them to say that their newly- acquired power was one which they never
seemed to be tired of exercising. In the course of a few minutes four or
five of these youngsters rolled out enough ?-'s to supply all the speeches of
a parliamentary session.
But when the consonants were safely disposed of, the vowels were
sometimes hardly less troublesome than these. In the rudimentary stages
of this novel education, mistakes about the vowels were frequent ; for
example, do got pronounced da, me was mistaken for mi, — making some-
times a curious jargon out of a familiar word. But the same calm per-
severance on the part of the frere which vanquished the consonants,
seemed to make short work of the less formidable obstinacy of a vowel ;
and in no case did I see him baffled in his endeavour to impart a correct
apprehension of the sound. Indeed it was surprising to see how quickly
he taught them to read the motions of his lips and to utter monosyllables
in reply. Within a short period from their admission I found boys who
could correct an error of this kind : the frere would take up a pen, and
with an air of interrogation would say to a boy, " C'est un porte-crayon,"
and the boy would smile and shake his head, and say " plume."
The next stage of this singular education was the acquisition of short,
simple sentences. With this aim, not only the black-board, but pictures
also were freely used. The practice in this department was to select some
object and teach the pupils to enumerate the leading qualities and attributes
of it. Thus, for example, a picture of an inkstand was under discussion
at the moment of our visit ; and on the black-board were chalked such
sentences as these : L'encrier est rond ; L'encrier est noir ; L'encrier est
ouvert. A picture of a three-horse diligence furnished material for another
lesson. In the picture the leading horse was grey and the two others were
black ; and the relative positions of these animals supplied endless remarks.
By their answers and comments the boys showed that they had the clearest
understanding of the whole matter. WTien they were asked the colour of
the front horse, they replied " gris ; " when the frere said there were two
horses in front of the coach and one behind, they laughed and contradicted
him ; while a perfect roar of merriment was created by his astounding
assertion that the three horses were seated on the top of the coach.
After satisfying us upon the rudimentary processes of his establishment,
Frere Cyrille conducted us to the room where his own class of advanced
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pupils was assembled. Here we found some twenty youths of all ages
from about nine to eighteen, who rose as we entered, and, expecting as
I was to find a room full of halMumb people, I must say almost startled me
by greeting us with a perfectly articulate " Bonjour, messieurs." If these
ycung men had formerly been dumb and were actually at this moment
stone-deaf, here seemed to be an unmistakable triumph for the system of
Frere Cyrille. We proceeded to test it. He explained to his class that we
wore simply visitors, who, out of sympathy with them and a kindly interest,
had come to witness their progress. " Asseyez-vous, monsieur," said this
vivacious little man, handing me his chair; then turning to his class,
" Attention ! " he said, in a voice hardly above a whisper. Here was the
thing which brought out the fact of their present deafness. Whatever
suspicion one might have had before that these pupils could after all,
pa-haps, hear a little, if only quite a little, just to help things out, this was
al. blown to the winds in a moment by the whisper of that one word and
the visible effect it produced upon the faces in all parts of the room. Here
was demonstration of deafness which could not be gainsayed. If these people
should prove themselves able to hold a conversation, it must be with the
ej e alone, one could not help admitting, through which they would appre-
h(nd the meaning of another. Frere Cyrille felt that so unusual a
procedure required notice. " Monsieur will understand," he said to me
in explanation, " that it is unnecessary for me to fatigue myself by speaking
load, as ordinary teachers must ; to them it is indifferent whether I thunder
or whisper, and for me the latter is easier." He continued accordingly in
the same very subdued voice, which was only just audible even to me, sitting,
as I was, close to him, and giving me thereby every moment accumulating
pi oof, which I could not help feeling was thoroughly conclusive, that the
assembly was really deaf. " Attention ! " once more. " Je me propose de
v( -yager jusqu'a Londres, et je voyagerai tout le long par le chemin de
fee." Some of the young men laughed, some shrugged their shoulders.
" Mais pourquoi non ? " said Frere Cyrille.
" Ce n'est pas possible," replied several voices.
"Eh bien, comment dois-je voyager ? " continued Cyrille, addressing
one of the most eager-looking of the group.
" Chemin de fer jusqu'a Ostende," he rejoined unhesitatingly.
"Et apres ca?"
" Bateau- a- vapeur," was the immediate reply.
Frere Cyrille then undertook to go over some of the ground they had
traversed in the course of that morning's lessons. His instruction was
exceedingly clever, but the subjects were not of any particular interest.
There was one question, however, which was amusingly illustrative of a
little piece of national vanity ; and when I heard the cut-and-dried answer
to it, I could not help wondering whether it did not contain the very fact
to which the French troops were making a sarcastic allusion at Waterloo,
when they coupled the Belgians with the epithet which has never left them,
— les braves Beiges. Selecting the youth who was to reply, — " Comment
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700 DtiMB MEN'S SPEECS.
Cesar a-t-il rcndu la justice a nos ancetres ? " Frere Cyrille asked. The
answer was given with a mechanical precision which almost suggested that
both question and answer had been learned from a catechism. " II a dit dans
ses Commentaires que les Beiges sont le peuple le plus brave de la Gaule."
So long, however, as the questions were asked by the teacher himself,
there was obviously the risk of a suspicion in the spectator's mind that
these dumb people had not been really taught to speak with the freedom
which is indispensable for speech being of any practical use, but rather
that by dint of an almost inconceivable amount of labour they had been
crammed, like parrots, with a few select phrases, which, upon occasion, they
could parade before a wondering stranger. Frere Cyrille was far too acute
a man for the liability of such a suspicion to escape him ; and, by virtue
of his integrity, he could afford to challenge it. He was polite enough to
offer me the opportunity of verifying his results.
"But monsieur will converse with them himself; his voice is quite
strange to them, yet if he will speak with only ordinary distinctness, they
will understand him perfectly well, and will make him replies." Now
this was very polite, but it was rather a trial for me as well as for them.
The youth sitting at my elbow, to whom I should most naturally address
any remark I had to make, happened to be, by a considerable difference,
the smallest and youngest boy in the room. One may get on with tho
adult world of the Continent pretty well, but it is not always pleasant to
have to air your French to a youngster whose legs are dangling from his
chair. You are apt to become sensible in the midst of it that the proceed-
ing is not altogether the most dignified one in which you might be
engaged. However, it had to be done, so I began at once to the little
fellow next me, asking the simplest of all possible questions, both for my
own sake and for his. " Mon enfant, quel age avez-vous?" I said,
dividing the syllables carefully and distinctly. I naturally was prepared
to find that the utterance of a stranger and a foreigner might occasion him
some little difficulty, and should accordingly have been very well satisfied
with a somewhat hesitating reply. My surprise was proportionately great
when he instantly tossed it off in a clear and agreeable voice, " J'ai neuf
ans, monsieur." But this was not all. In answer to my surprise, Frere
Cyrille assured me that so complete was the education of the eye and the
responsiveness of the tongue under his system, that if something were said
to them in a language which they did not understand, these youths would
be able to repeat the words after the speaker. " For example," he continued,
" you will easily believe that they do not know one single word of English ;
we have quite enough to do to acquire our vernacular French and Nether-
landish ; yet if you select one of my pupils and say something in English,
he will be able to say it after you." Accordingly, I selected one of them,
and said to him, Cler-gy-man. Cler-gy-man immediately said the youth,
with a perfect articulation, but without having the faintest idea of what he
was talking about.
The examples I have, enumerated here are some only out of many
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similar tests which I applied to ascertain the degree to which the power of
speech had been developed by human agency in these dumb people. By
tl.eir uniform success I was compelled to admit that the fact of their ability
to converse freely upon any given topic was indisputably established.
That, of course, was patent. But it was not so easy to believe that these
djimb-born youths who now were conversing with you in this glib fashion,
were still, one and all, perfectly stone-deaf. The completeness of their
speech and the readiness of their replies, almost prevented your believing
that they could not hear. Indeed, it would have been quite impossible
to believe this but for the fact that they were manifestly independent of
the sense of hearing. Their replies, both to Frere Cyrille and to myself,
made it evident that they understood us equally well, whether we spoke in
oar ordinary voice or whether we employed a whisper, moving the lips
only, but producing no sound perceptible at the other end of the room.
The eye was evidently their organ of apprehension. Frere Cyrille could
toach them to speak, but he could not teach them to hear.
As for the tone of the voices in which they spoke, I remarked almost
every shade of quality amongst them — from the most natural and agree-
able voice of an ordinary speaker down to the most hideous parody of a
\oice, accompanied with a struggling effort at articulation which certainly
vas generally intelligible, but always painful to a spectator. This latter,
Lowever, was extremely rare. I think I saw only two instances of it
through the whole house ; and in both it was the index of malformation.
In the majority of cases the voices were like ordinary voices, varying, as
ethers do, in degrees of pleasantness, but presenting no character which
would suggest that they belonged to people who once were dumb.
One curious fact was mentioned to me by Frere Cyrille. He said that
lie found more difficulty with those who had become deaf-and-dumb
{subsequently to birth than with those who were so born. I found also
1hat, next to the one or two instances of malformation, the worst speakers
were those who had lost their voice from disease. Possibly their memories
of sound; slender though they might be, disqualified them for that
assiduous and undivided attention to the culture of the eye which the rest
3iad no alternative but to give. Whether this be so or otherwise, Frere
Cyrille seemed to attach no small importance to having a monopoly of his
pupils' entire energy for this one aim — speaking with the mouth. He
spoke as though a division of their efforts — part being directed to this and
part to learning the language of signs — would have been fatal to his
prospects of success. Accordingly, the ordinary practice of conversing
with the fingers was totally banished from the institution. There was no
encouragement of a dumb youth on his first admission to make use of his
fingers until such time as he could learn the use of his tongue ; but from
the very first his instruction was entirely based upon articulate speech,
and his power of communicating with his fellows was measured by his
success in acquiring it.
It was marvellous to see bow speedily this unity of purpose achieved
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its end. In the space of a year and a half these deaf, but no longer
dumb, lads learned to speak perfectly well, after which their newly-
acquired art was employed upon the usual branches of education. It
would be almost too much, perhaps, to say that there are absolutely no
cases of dumbness, apart from malformation, in which an attempt to teach
the art of speech would be a failure. But Frere Cyrille did not seem to
think that there was any case in which it would be impossible. He would
not despair even of the most unpromising. While speaking to him
on this part of the subject, he told me a little story which illustrated it.
A peasant had recently brought to him his little son, a boy of seven years
old, who never had either heard or spoken. The poor fellow was in the
greatest distress at the apparent hopelessness of his son's case. His
coming to the home of these amiable brethren was but a forlorn hope.
"Ah, sir," he said to Frere Cyrille, "I've been advised to come and hear
what you have to say, but you'll be able to do nothing with him. I've had
him with me these seven years, and I can't get a sound out of him."
" Well, at all events, we can try," was the reply ; " and if you will
wait, we will have the first lesson in your presence."
" So," said Frere Cyrille to me, " I placed myself in front of the boy,
directed his attention to my lips, and articulated to him pe " — the e was
sounded as the French e mute — " till at last the boy began to say pe too.
I advanced a step farther, and the end was that, after the patience of a
few minutes, the boy said papa to his father before he left the room."
The latter was at once amazed and delighted with such a result. He
gladly and gratefully confided his boy to the protection of the brethren,
and at the period of my visit to them the boy was in a fair way of learning
to speak freely and distinctly.
Incredible as such results as these appear, the possibility of achieving
them was long ago foreseen. I have in my possession an old book in the
Latin language, printed in Germany so early as 1667, in which the author
urges a priori arguments which led him to expect that the making a dumb
man speak was quite within the limits of the possible, and then adds the
etory of a man in whose case he actually realized the possibility. Curiously
enough, this learned gentleman goes on to prove that the languages of the
East — and more particularly the Hebrew language — are more readily
acquired by a dumb man than the languages of Europe, our own English
tongue being branded as notoriously the most unintelligible of all. The
reasoning is singular. The whole position is, of course, rested upon the
old exploded belief that square-headed Hebrew was the one primaeval
language spoken by man in the days of his early innocence. The modern
square-headed characters (without apparently a suspicion that there was
any earlier type) are derived from the forms which the human tongue
assumes in articulating the several letters of the Hebrew language ; hence
the human tongue has a natural aptitude for that language above all others.
Throw in the consideration that the broad vowels of the East cannot be
skipped over with that indecorous glibness to which the vowels of our less
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dignified Western speech fall such victims, and JOTI have a complete proof
that the dumb can be easily taught to speak Hebrew ! So, at any rate,
this learned German proves it to his own satisfaction , if not to ours. But
though we may be at liberty to dissent from the details of his conclusion,
distorted as they were by the cramped views of philological science then
prevalent, yet there is no doubt that, in his prediction of the possibility of
teaching the dumb to articulate with the lips, and to converse at will with
their contemporaries, he was entirely right. The receptivity of the taught
has, since his time, been demonstrated by experiment in numerous and
varied instances. The requisite qualifications of the teacher it might not
be so easy to secure. This was the only respect in which the institution
I have been describing was really exceptional. Frere Cyrille and his
confreres were not ordinary men. Such labours as theirs money could not
buy. No hireling services could ever fix themselves upon their end with
that intensity of purpose which is indispensable to the success of such a
task. The earlier stages of it seem as hopeless as the actual results
•ire (it must be confessed) incredible. The patience which they demand is
something quite beyond the reach of ordinary men. " Monsieur will havo
to say it fifty times," I remarked commiseratingly to one of these
brethren as he was drumming a syllable into a speechless little creature.
" Ah ma foi, often five hundred and fifty times," was his reply. No mere
salaried labour would be likely to face a prospect such as that. Nothing
but a conviction, nothing but a conscious self-sacrifice for the sake of an
idea — for it is ideas and not material expectations that are, after all, the
most potent influence upon individuals as well as upon nations — nothing
but the enthusiasm of an idea, and that too a religious idea, could vitalize
the energies of a man under the irksomeness of a drudgery like that.
These men were doing it for the sake of their religion, and that was the
secret of their success. This work was simply the particular expression of
religious devotion which they had chosen to adopt. It was the one thing
they had to think of, the one object they had to live for ; and in this unity
of purpose lay their strength. The same feelings amongst ourselves might
not express themselves in precisely the same forms in which theirs are
clothed ; but this theory of success we should be obliged to learn from
them. An acquaintance with such results as theirs might have the effect
of modifying, might even almost revolutionize, our own practice in the
treatment of the dumb. There can be no reason why our own dumb
should not be taught to speak and so be rescued from that terrible isolation
which has been hitherto accepted as their destiny, just as well as these
Continental mutes. But if they are to be so taught, the task will be
accomplished, not by the sort of man who would do well enough for the
mere routine of keeping boys in order, giving a few hours' languid brain-
less attendance in return for a scanty maintenance, but by men of ability,
of enthusiasm, and, above all, of self-control ; by men of large intellectual
resources, who approach it not as an instrument of remuneration, but as a
labour of Christian love.
704
IT is unquestionable that in many respects the difference between town
and country people which was notorious half a century ago, has
been gradually rubbed off by the more rapid communication now esta-
blished between London and the provinces, as well as by the expansion
of journalism and the diffusion of literature. It is impossible for
the rising generation of the present day, even in the remotest rural
districts, to grow up in that contempt for city life which was embodied
in the word " cockney," and that complete independence and self-
reliance which were common in the reign of George III. All peculiarities
of dress, moreover, have now totally disappeared ; and a majority of
the ancient customs are fast upon the wane. That with these has dis-
appeared, too, something of that simple politeness and that natural
dignity for which the better class of our farmers and peasantry were once
distinguished, is what few will be surprised to hear who know the effects
produced on unrefined natures by their first introduction to a new and
more advanced civilization. Moreover, when every man's place is fixed,
so that he has no ambition to rise beyond it, his manners are naturally
easier and his self-respect and self-possession more complete than when he
is agitated by doubts of his real position in society, and uncertain whether
every individual who speaks to him be not underrating his pretensions.
That old rustic dignity, then, which was once unquestionably a fact, and
a mark of difference between himself and the townsman which the
countryman was entitled to set down to the credit side of the account, is
now almost extinct — extinct, like that home-brewed ale, a liquor of super-
lative merit to be found only in farm-houses, which has now given way
before the mightier currents of Bass and Allsopp, irrigating both town and
country with equal stream, and swamping local independence even in the
matter of beer.
But notwithstanding the obliteration of many personal peculiarities
and provincial habits which formerly made town and country people so
different from each other that you could distinguish them at a moment's
notice, there is still left in rural life enough character of its own to make it
an interesting study ; while the moral differences which have always
existed between the two classes of the community are probably far less
weakened than even the physical and intellectual ones.
Among old customs which are gradually perishing from among the
•pagani of these islands, two of the most pleasing are the harvest-home and
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the village Feast or wake. What sort of thing an old-fashioned harvest-homo
really was our readers may learn for themselves out of Adam Bede BO much
better than we can describe it, that we shall attempt no picture of it
here. It is sufficient to say that the substitution for it of one common
festival, celebrated by the whole village under the auspices of the clergy-
man, and preceded by service in the church, is just of a piece with most of
tho other changes which country life has undergone. It tends to banish a
certain degree of coarseness at the expense of a certain degree of heartiness.
Tbe personal relation between master and man is not so closely kept up
unler the new system ; but it has more religion and less beer than the old
ono ; while the presence of the village girls, which is facilitated by the
modern custom, must be allowed to add something to its poetic and
picturesque side. However, about this modern harvest-home there is
little or nothing that is peculiar. The dinner which is eaten, and the
amusements which follow the dinner differ in no respect from the dinner
ani amusements which a rnillowner might provide for his mechanics. The
old racy Sabine humour of the feast has evaporated by exposure to im-
provement; but the gain perhaps, upon the whole, may be taken to
outweigh the loss. The wake or feast, however, where it still flourishes,
flourishes externally unchanged, though the worm perhaps is busy at the
core. This festival is held in honour of the saint to whom the village church
is dedicated ; but few traces of its origin survive in the forms of its observ-
ance. It is ushered in, indeed, by a more than usually full attendance at
church on the first day of the week, but that is owing partly to the influx
of visitors and partly from a tradition which still lingers in the country,
that going to church is a mark of being at ease and at leisure, and is
befitting the season when people get their new clothes and are going to
have meat every day. When the church music was in the hands of the
village band, the demonstration upon " Feast Sunday" was of the most
imposing character. It was preceded by weeks of hard practice, and
culminated in a concert of brass instruments and throats " more
brazen still than they," which was the admiration of the entire
parish. The bass fiddle, the bugle, the bassoon, the trombone, the
flageolet, and even the fife were in their full glory, and the only member
of the choir who secretly depreciated the performance was the big drum,
who felt himself perforce to be a kind of profane and irreligious character
as he listened on that day to the jubilant bursts of melody in which
he was deemed unworthy to join. But his revenge was at hand. By
five o'clock on Monday morning, if the time is summer, as soon as it
is light in winter, the band musters in the village street, and begins its
rounds to the neighbouring villages and farmhouses. In this procession
the drum — if we may be allowed the bull — is decidedly first fiddle, as
he makes a great deal more noise and gets a larger share of beer than
any of the other performers. The band usually returns to the scene of
rejoicing towards "dinnertime," i. e., between twelve and one, and devotes
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the afternoon to playing in front of the principal houses in the village,
and on the lawn before the hall, and the parsonage. It is the invariable
custom on such occasions to reward them with both drink and money ;
so that by the time their services are required for the "ball" in
the club-room of the public-house, they are in excellent spirits for the
occasion. Here " dancing is kept up with great spirit " till two or
three o'clock in the morning, the favourite dances being somewhat
unrecognizable imitations of country dances and Scotch reels. The second
day is a repetition of the first, and then the revelry begins to slacken.
The pulse of the big drum becomes feeble and intermittent ; vacant spaces
may be observed in the row of booths ; the children still hang about them,
but with downcast looks, as conscious of having fallen greatly in the
estimation of the cake woman and the showman, with the disappearance
of their last copper. By slow degrees the village falls back into its usual
tranquility, and by the end of the week nobody would imagine that the
great saturnalia of the year had so recently terminated. The gaieties of
the season, however, are not confined to music and dancing. We have
mentioned cakes and shows — which are for the children and girls, it being
the fashion for the men to affect a kind of superiority to the attractions of
the van. These consist of the usual sights on such occasions : monsters
with six legs, ladies with pigs' faces, and sometimes a Scriptooral animal, as
the unicorn or leviathan, which we have known to be exhibited to the rustics.
Occasionally, however^ an attempt at a panorama is produced, and even a
real play, in which spangled robes, swords, mustachios, and long words
quite supersede the necessity for anything in the shape of plot. Waxwork,
too, is introduced every now and then ; and for the price of one penny
the humblest child may make acquaintance with all our most distinguished
native murderers.
There was a time — not many years ago — when the Feast was really to
English villagers the ne plus ultra of gaiety and amusement ; when their
aspirations were bounded by it ; and when, indeed, they had no other way
of spending any little savings they could effect out of their weekly wages.
But the institution of excursion trains has emptied the pockets and
opened the minds of the peasantry. They, perhaps, no longer relish
the pleasures of the feast so keenly, and having less to spend cannot keep
them up so well. The poorest family in the village would consider itself
disgraced if there were not a piece of beef in the cupboard throughout
the feast week, to be produced to every visitor that came. And how can
they contrive this if the money has been spent elsewhere. The girls out
at service, too, who come home for their holiday at the Feast, cannot
dress as now becomes their station and enjoy the pleasures of society
without exhausting the resources once available for home amusement. Of
course the time is much further off when the farmers of the parish entered
into this festivity. But it is not so long ago but what the present
writer can remember it. From twenty -five to thirty years since a few
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c Id farmers still remained who killed the fatted calf and assembled all
their friends around them at the village Feast. But this custom began
to die out with the grandfathers of the present generation ; and we should
r Imoet fear that its grandchildren will live to see the wake improved off
the face of tho country. In some parts of England already wakes
havo been extinct for many years, and it is forgotten that they ever
Nourished.
Next in importance to the village feast is the anniversary of the village
( lub ; and this is the occasion of rejoicing, which it is more especially the
( lergyman's function to endeavour to improve. The club goes to church
in the morning with wands and banners, when a sensible and experienced
preacher has an opportunity of making some impression on them. They
rfterwards dine together at the village inn, with the clergyman at the head
of the table and one of the farmers at the bottom. As on these occasions
the great men of the village are the guests, and not the entertainers of tho
people, they occasionally find it somewhat difficult to keep the wit of
the company within decorous bounds till such time as they can decently
i otire. On the whole, however, the men are generally well behaved ; and
when we consider that to many of them roast fillets of veal and batter
puddings are viands too delicious almost to be realised, which they only
taste once a year, and which they are actually paying for with their own
uoney, we may easily forgive them a little boisterousness of animal
spirits. The feast, the club, the harvest home, and the "statties" are
the four principal events of village life in the eyes of the poor. But
Plough-Monday and the Fifth of November are still, in some retired spots,
days of considerable importance. Plough-Monday is, as the name imparts,
the festival of the ploughmen, and in former times the celebration of it
was confined to them. The younger ploughmen in the village, dressed as
Masquers, went round to all the chief houses of the place, and performed
f kind of mystic dance, of which the effect was greatly heightened by a
I performance on the cow's horn, wielded by the most active of the party,
end one dressed in the most fantastic style. Both the dresses, and tho
dances, and the horn were probably symbolical of something, but of what
the present writer knoweth not. However, the men have now become
£ shamed of joining in this time-honoured ceremony, which has fallen into
the hands of children, their seniors contenting themselves with going
round quietly in the evening for the usual donation to their supper. On
the Fifth of November the old song is still sung, and a pile of faggots
still consumed, to commemorate the wickedness of Popery, in a few of our
l)ss advanced districts, where the prevailing idea of the Pope would
cstonish that quiet old gentleman not a little. But the practice is fast
dying out ; and we might, add, perhaps, the faster the better. The
'•statty," as our readers, perhaps, are aware, is an abbreviation of
statute fair, or the half-yearly hiring of farm servants, which is still kept
up in many places, though the feeling of tho day now sets decidedly
708 COUNTBY LIFE.
against it. On these occasions the young men and women of the neigh-
bourhood all flock together to the appointed centre and stand in tho
market-place for hire, the particular service which they seek being
indicated by some badge. For instance, the youth who aspires to the
honourable situation of carter signifies his capabilities by wearing a piece
of whipcord in his cap. The votaries of Pan are known by a bunch of
wool. The girl who would be housemaid decorates her bonnet with a sprig
of broom. And both sexes alike, when they have been hired, pin a knot
of gaily coloured ribbons on the breast or shoulders, just as if they were
" a-going for soldiers." When the business of the day is over the
evening is devoted to rejoicing, and sometimes to dissipation. The
servants like this system because it gives them an additional "outing"
in the year. The farmers like it because they say they get a ''lot
to pick from," and can compare the thews and sinews of a great
many candidates for service before finally engaging them. We do not
mean exactly that they feel them over as they would a horse, or as their
wives would thumb a couple of fowls ; but they scan them critically as the
slave merchant would have scanned a batch of negroes, and naturally
regard them in no other light than that of animals. This somewhat
degrading system is now gradually disappearing ; and as it presents no
redeeming features in the eyes of the most enthusiastic Conservative, we
1 trust to hear very shortly that it has entirely vanished from among us.
It is, however, among the class of tenant farmers that the changes
which country life has undergone are the most observable ; and, just in
their present stage, perhaps the least attractive. The farmer has lost a
good deal of his ancient simplicity of character, without having acquired
more than a very thin coat of that refinement which we hope is one day to
replace it. Farmers no longer, as a rule, sit and drink in the village
public-house. They no longer come to afternoon Church exhibiting
unmistakable signs of having eaten too much dinner. They are no
longer entirely illiterate : their wives and daughters have pianos and
pony-chaises, and take in magazines. It is now no uncommon thing
to hear, when you drop into the village shop of a morning, that
Mr. Barleycorn (his father was only farmer Barleycorn) has got a dinner
party that evening, a phrase at one tune appropriated exclusively to the
"quality." On these occasions, we believe, the gentlemen hand the
ladies into dinner, just like the real business, and exhibit towards them a
frank and facetious gallantry, which would throw into the shade the arts of
the most accomplished guardsman. But with all these outer signs of
progress the inner man of the farmer has not quite kept pace. His
standard of morality is much the same as ever. He is too genteel to take
his brandy and water in company with the blacksmith and the carpenter ;
but he is not above taking a great deal of it in his own parlour. He reads
more — a very little more ; but it may be doubted whether he thinks more,
and whether his views of public questions, of his own position, and of the
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relations of the various classes of society towards each other are not quite
as narrow as his father's. His newspaper may give him a little more
knowledge than he had in other times ; but he has not yet drunk deep
enough of the Pierian spring to acquire anything like taste. Consult him
on the building of a church, on the selection of a hymn, on the merits
of a sermon, and with a little more pretence you will find all the old
"Philistinism" crop up. Hear him upon labourers' cottages, or the
education of the poor, and you will not find that pianos, and papers, and
black coats, and late dinners have made him more liberal than his fore-
father who, had a piano been brought into his house, would have smashed
it to pieces with the poker ; who dined in his kitchen at one o'clock,
had a sausage with his tea at five, supped on bacon at eight, and in
summer went to bed by daylight. Among the chief public events which
give variety to the farmer's life are the w-eekly market, the agricultural
ireeting, and the Visitation. Modern effeminacy has greatly relaxed the
severity of the conditions under which markets were attended formerly.
Thirty years ago the farmer had to be at market by seven o'clock in the
morning, and beast and sheep were, in the winter time, inspected by
candlelight. He got out his shambling old gig, or mounted his unclipped
cob, by five o'clock, and jogged in steadily at the rate of six miles an hour.
Kow-a-days he starts from home in his smart dog-cart as late as eleven or
twelve o'clock, and often picks up the parson on the road who is walking
in about some justice business. At the market dinner, which is usually
hold at two o'clock, he sits down to a luxurious repast, furnished out with
fish, game, and poultry, according to the season, and not unfrequently
washed down by copious libations of champagne. Here he settles his
engagements for the ensuing week ; gives and receives invitations to shoot,
to course, to sup : to come over and look at that cow and have a bit of
dinner afterwards; to drop in and meet Groggins the "Vet," one night,
and have a round at loo : and to various other natural and congenial diver-
sions. For farmers, to do them justice, in spite of their complaints against
the bad fortune which has placed them in that station of life, will allow,
when pressed, that they do " enjoy themselves." Their wives are rather
fond of making this admission for them behind their backs, perhaps
because upon the whole more of the good things of farming life fall to the
man's share than to the woman's. But really a farmer's life at the present
day, regarded in the abstract, is one of the most desirable in the world.
The class we are now writing about have not taste and feeling to appreciate
it properly. But as far as the eating and drinking, riding and driving,
hunting and shooting, are concerned, they will, we say, sometimes acknow-
ledge that their lot in life is not contemptible. Their complaints are
simply founded on that most diverting of all fallacies, the possibility of
having one's cake and eating it. " If I had gone into business in London,"
siid a young farmer to us the other day, " I should have made my for-
tune." " Yes," we replied, " but do not you perceive that you are now in
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the enjoyment of those very things for the sake of which people want to
make fortunes — a country-house, a couple of hunters, a good cellar, a nica
wife, work which just sufficiently employs without fatiguing you, and a lif j
spent in fresh country air instead of the close atmosphere of towns ? "
Our friend shook his head, modestly confessing that he was not our equal-
in argument, but remaining unconvinced as ever. The sua si bona norint
of Virgil seems to be an imperishable truth.
At the agricultural meeting the farmer goes to hear his county member
much in the same spirit in which Hannibal listened to the Lecturer.
This critical mood, however, extends only to the nature of .wurzels, the
quality of tiles, and the prospects of wool and corn. When politics are
introduced, he listens to the orator, not, indeed, with that defferential
faith or that keen party spirit which he once possessed, but with curiosity,
as he might listen to a traveller who had just returned from foreign coun-
tries. In matters of pure politics the farmer of the present day is some-
what of a Gallio. His moral system has never recovered from the shock
which it experienced in 1846 ; and even on questions that more intimately
concern himself he exhibits but a languid interest. The malt-tax rouses
him to only an ephemeral excitement ; he has but little faith in those tha •
promise its repeal, and if he nourishes any strong opinions about anything,
they are usually of such a nature that he thinks it better to keep them to
himself. He now, accordingly, sits down at the town hall or the new
exchange, or the Plantagenet Arms, or wherever the dinner may be held,
prepared to hear a political speech as a matter of course, but not caring
very much about it. Like the northern farmer and his clergyman, so with
the farmer and his member. He supposes he says what he is obliged to
say, and he listens and takes his leave.
Bu^ probably at no very distant date a different class of men -may be
returned by the counties from those which have been returned the last fifty
years, and a different class of questions springing up may inspire the old
blues and yellows with something of their former vitality. The Visitation,
however, is the ceremony which after all, perhaps, is the most imposing
to the rural mind. A general gathering of churchwardens to pay fees anil
hear advice is of course concluded with a dinner, at which, in all probability,
some very remarkable and striking theories of the episcopal office are occa-
sionally broached. A bishop is a potentate whom the farmer has not fully
" reckoned up," to use his own pithy phraseology. It is always under-
stood that he could do a great many things which he doesn't do. In the
bucolic conception of him lurk a host of indefinite possibilities, which, though
they may not inspire reverence, create a general feeling that he is the sort
of person whom it is better to leave alone. Of course we have among the
race of 'farmers both the " thoughtful Whig " and the profane scoffer which
are peculiar to no class in society. But we are referring to the farmer in
his natural state, unembittered by conflicts with ritualism, and uncorrupted
by his dissenting brother-in-law the grocer in the county town. Apart
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from such influences as these, the farmer is, on religions questions, like
!3nceladus before the Gigantomachia —
As tame and mild
As ox umvorried in the grazing meads ;
and conceives of a bishop that he is a cross, peculiar to Christianity,
between a clergyman and a nobleman, which he doesn't entirely under-
tstand, yet hardly cares to investigate. He has heard that his spiritual
powers exceed those of an ordinary vicar, but how far he couldn't justly
say. He supposes that they couldn't make clergymen without him some-
;io\v — not, at least, regular ones ; but he doesn't know why. He thinks
•;here must be something dignified in being a successor of the Apostles,
ind that one who is must be a bigger man than one who isn't. He can't
;>*et no further than that, he would perhaps add. But, on the whole, the
presence of the prelate, his impressive charge, his lawn sleeves, and in the
background, his mysterious attributes, have worked both on his sense and
}iis imagination ; and he would rather let the bishops " bide."
Ascending from the farmers to the " clergy and gentry," we find the
oountry life of these last not much altered in its essence. They keep
perhaps, rather later hours ; more of them drink claret ; and not so many
clergymen hunt. But all the old institutions of country life still flourish
.imong them, with the exception, perhaps, of the county ball, which has
jost much of its pristine glory. But the country dinner party still
survives in all its ancient dignity, and has certainly now become one of the
most incomprehensible modes of giving and receiving pleasure which man-
kind have yet invented. A man comes in tired from hunting or shooting,
or from working in his parish, at five o'clock; and instead of refreshing
himself with all those comforts which no man can find out of his own
house, he is hurried upstairs to dress, is dragged down shivering to the
hall door, and bundled into a damp carriage, to be jostled some eight or
ten miles across country, there to swallow salt soup, clammy cutlets, and
cheap claret at a neighbour's house, in deference to conventions from
which the whole spirit has departed. In former days, when the dinner
was at half-past five or six, when the men did really and seriously drink
port wine together for a couple of hours, and when a round game and a
<%ubber were permitted to carry on the evening till eleven or twelve o'clock,
ihe arrival of the carriages being preceded by " a tray " — then, indeed,
ihere was some meaning in a country dinner party. People met together
to do something which they could not do so well in any other way. The
conversation might not be metaphysical, the scandal might not be
netropolitan ; but the port wine, the whist, and the Pope Joan were
jound realities on which people looked back with satisfaction, as on so
many more good things got out of life, and stored away beyond the reach
of fortune. But the dinner at seven, the coffee after two glasses, tea and
photographs at half-past nine, and the carriages at the door at ten — these
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things are an unsubstantial pageant. At all events, there is no valid
reason for going ten miles on a winter's night to do what you can do
equally well without crossing your own threshold. We can do that much
in Epirus. As for seeing your friends, that is all hypocrisy. Half the
people who meet each other at these parties do not care the least whether
they meet or not ; and of the other half which does care the majority have
easier and pleasanter ways of meeting than this one. No doubt dinner
parties in London are often just as unsatisfactory. But then you are not
put to the same inconvenience in attending them ; while there is always a
chance of novelty, of meeting some one whom it is really desirable to meet,
or of hearing something which it is really a pleasure to hear. We don't
mean to say that such treats occur very often ; but they are within the
region of possibilities, like a woodcock in a day's shooting. Whereas at a
country entertainment you know that such an idea is ludicrous. No —
country people ought to meet together for what seems natural in the country
— real conviviality, and fun and merriment of all sorts. Then the rural
dinner party, consisting of two squires, four parsons, a local barrister, and
an officer from the nearest barracks, with ladies young and old to match,
may make a very jolly evening. But the painful gentility of country
banquets as practised at the present day is a total mistake. It is out of
place, and suited to conditions of life which prevail only in cities.
Probably the farmer's "dinner party" is, in spirit at least, nearer to
what a country party ought to be than the respectable assemblage which
looks down upon it from the neighbouring Hall.
There is a certain amount of tolerably pleasant visiting still kept up
among people who do not aspire to give dinners. But this can only bo
developed under exceptionally favourable circumstances. In a large
village of twelve or fifteen hundred people there may happen to be
several houses tenanted by families who belong to the condition of gentry,
but are not rich enough for county hospitalities. Or sometimes in some
favoured district will have accumulated, apparently by accident, a little
cluster of such establishments, a mile or two distant from each other, and
admitting of easy pedestrian communication. There the ladies of the
families go and lunch or drink tea with each other, and the men can make
up card-parties without taking thought beforehand. But such exceptions
are few and far between, and must of necessity continue so.
What market is to the farmer, the " Bench " is to the squire. There
he not only transacts business, but hears the news and makes up his
social engagements. But, after all, the country life of a country gentle-
man has changed so little during the last thirty years, that we have no
power of adding much to what has been of late so copiously written on the
subject. The closer intercourse between town and country, of which we
have already spoken, would of course affect the upper stratum of country
society first ; and at the present day it is not too much to say that the dis-
tinction which once existed between town gentleman and country gentleman
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ha? totally disappeared, as far, at least, as manners and habits are con-
cerned. Differences of another kind, however, are still to be observed
between the country gentleman who lives wholly in the countiy, and the
coi ntry gentleman who spends the season in town. The country clergy,
perhaps, retain more of their earlier peculiarities ; but that is owing simply
to '^he fact that they are a much more mixed class, consisting of men who
are on a level with the highest aristocracy, down to men whose tastes and
practices are akin to those of farmers and tradesmen. The clergyman's
life, however, is now a much more active one than it used to be. Even
the most sluggish divine is now more or less goaded on by a certain esprit
de corps to do something to make the Church popular. Clerical meetings
of rJl sorts now-a-days generally contain a sufficient proportion of energetic
and cultivated men to put laziness and ignorance to shame. The clergy-
ma a's school is a necessity which he cannot evade even if he would. A
very disorderly parish will give him more annoyance than the exertion
required to amend it. He must pay rather more attention to his sermons :
while if we quit these rudimentary and indispensable branches of labour,
we find custom sanctioning a variety of extra good works, which to the
clergyman of a bygone generation would have been simply unintelligible.
However, we are now bordering upon ground where we feel that we have
no business. And the only recent innovation in clerical country life to
which we shall devote a few words is that of penny readings, which have
become so fashionable that we may almost exclaim with Juvenal,
De conducendo loquitur jam rhctore Thule.
The anxiety of country people to promote this species of entertainment
contrasts oddly enough with the difficulty which they experience in finding
suitable materials. An audience of town working men, however superficially
educated, have minds more on the alert than their agricultural brethren, and
more capable of grasping any clue which is afforded them towards under-
standing subjects with which they were previously unacquainted. The
ordinary talk of town life, even among quite the lower orders, is a species
of education in itself ; and their habits are so much more gregarious that
the play of mind is more active, and keeps their faculties so much the further
from stagnation But with audiences of which so large a part consists
of peasantry, for whose sake the penny reading is chiefly carried on the
difficulty is immense. They dislike and resent anything which they
consider childish ; they cannot understand anything which approaches the
argumentative ; their imaginations are too inert to enter with much
interest into the higher kinds of poetry and fiction. The English peasant
is a shrewd, observant fellow, very often ; and his remarks upon life in
general would often shame the philosophers of cities. But the literary
faculty is as yet wholly undeveloped in him. And penny readers are
sometimes driven by despair to plunge into the wildest extremes in the
forlorn hope of a success. We were lately staying with a clerical friend
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•who was with difficulty dissuaded from reading to his flock a portion of a
translation of Tacitus which he had recently completed. And we have
heard more than once of Tennyson's Vision of Sin heing selected for a
similar purpose. However, whether the particular reading chosen be
understanded of the people or not, the effect perhaps is equally good.
The poor unquestionably like the system. And as the clergyman or the
ambitious young farmer walks up to his desk at the end of the ill-lighted
school-room, you see a crowd of interested faces rising above a tier of
smock-frocks, or shining out of village bonnets, which might elsewhere
have been glowing with some less innocent excitement. The public house
is thinned at all events of its votaries of both sexes. And when Miss
Flamborough plays them a lively piece on the harmonium, which they
presume to be " out of her own head," as it is neither a psalm nor a
hymn, their satisfaction verges on enthusiasm. As we desire above all
things to be truthful, we would have our readers to understand that our
own personal experience of penny readings has been limited ; that we
have described them partially from an a priori point of view ; and that
on some occasions when our host has left his dessert to take his place at
the village rostrum, we have been guilty of remaining behind in com-
pany with the port and filberts. We have always ourselves steadily
declined to trifle with the dignity of literature, and to read anything for
a penny.
The allusion in the last paragraph to the thinning of the public-houses
brings us at last to that topic which no essayist upon country-life could be
pardoned for evading ; need we say we mean the festive cup ? It may bo
said very truly now that " people don't drink ; " just, as it once used to be
said, " the Guards don't dance." But if any one imagines that a general
national reformation has yet taken place in this respect, we can tell him he
is very much mistaken. Drinking has subsided, but it is not yet nearly
submerged. Wine and spirits still keep their heads above water in many
a snug corner of Great Britain. We will say this much, indeed, of the
better specimens of the peasantry, that they are beginning to see the folly
and wickedness of gross intoxication. But the old tradition, according to
which " something to drink " expresses the highest conception of pleasure
to which the rustic imagination is capable of soaring, is still in full force.
" What should you do, James, if you suddenly had a large sum of money
left you ? " said a lady of our acquaintance to her gardener, a most
respectable married man, a labourer in the village. " I dun no, miss,"
was the answer ; " but I think I should have summut to drink." In a
very different part of England we know another most respectable character
who is sometimes engaged to go out with shooting-parties, and who, exhi-
biting on his return from one such expedition a moody and dissatisfied cast
of countenance was questioned as to the reason of it. " When I goes out
a shootin' I likes a skinful," was the forcible and ingenuous answer. Now
this man was no drunkard ; he had no extra work to do on such occasions.
COUNTRY LIFE. 715
His chief occupation was lying down under a hedge and pretending
to mark. But an enormous quantity of beer was in his eyes the coping-
stone of all human undertakings, and therefore the legitimate object of a
man who wished to see everything done as well as possible, and who con-
ceived that shooting without much malt was a crude and imperfect form of
art. We were visiting the other day — in rather a retired neighbourhood,
it must be confessed — where it is still recorded with pride that a farmer,
lately dead, used to drink twenty-six glasses of gin-and-water every
Saturday night, in this wise : he wore a long single-breasted waistcoat
with thirteen buttons, and for every glass that he drank, he undid one ;
when he got to the bottom he buttoned it up again upon the same prin-
ciple, after which process he was, doubtless, as a London jester, when
he heard the story, observed, "tight in both senses of the word." A
clergyman to whom we lately described by what a curious train of cir-
cumstances a lost post-office order for six shillings had recently found
its way back to us, observed, after a few minutes reflection, that there was
'•'a sight o' beer in six shillings, mind yer." These anecdotes are but
straws ; but they show this, that with the humours of country-life Bacchus
in still mingled, and that even among the higher classes
The prints of his departing steps appear.
I'-, is, however, in the habits of mind by which the citizen and the villager
are distinguished from each other, that the least changeable phenomena of
country life are to be sought. Among these are one or two which descend
fr:>m quite the dark ages. The rustic still retains an inveterate suspicion
ol people who live in towns. A village carpenter thinks that all town
carpenters use bad wood, and flimsy materials in general. He is fond of
saying that town work " won't stan' to it like country work." A farmer is
ui der the impression that you must be very sharp to avoid being cheated
if you dine at a coffee-house in London. The waiters, he has heard, will
abvays ask monstrous sums for attendance, if they have reason to think
you know no better. If he asks his way in the streets, he is very much
inclined to treat the answers he receives with the kind of cunning recom-
mended by Meg Merrilies to Dandie Dinmont, and to take the turning
he is not told ; a Puck-like tendency to mislead strangers being, as he
understands, very general among " London chaps." These ideas are
derived from a time when " cocknies " and "clodhoppers" formed
really two hostile social armies, and never lost an opportunity of
am oying or ridiculing each other. But we must say for Londoners
now that they have quite worn out this ancient prejudice, and its reten-
tion by country people is one of the silliest surviving oddities which still
betray them.
Another peculiarity of the bond fide moral temperament — the tem-
per; tment of men who are not merely in the country, but of it — is that
easy-going laissez faire view of life and life's business which approaches
716 COUNTEY LIFE.
very closely to the quietude of perfect good-breeding. Your true coun-
tryman's creed is very like the late Lord Melbourne's, — that if you
will only let things alone, they are sure to take care of themselves.
He is not fond of fixed appointments, or much letter-writing. The
first are encroachments upon liberty ; and the second leads to the
first. If he has business to settle, or amusements to arrange with a
neighbour, he waits till he meets him accidentally. He doesn't con-
sider that any one can ever be engaged. The idea of giving you notice
long beforehand if he wants you at a particular time, never enters his
head. If you are engaged, so much the worse for both ; but to have pre-
vented the misfortune was not worth the trouble it would have cost. He
is of opinion that if anything important happens you are sure to hear of
it without his writing to inform you, though he may be the very person
on whom you rely for information. Such a man is generally good-
humoured and agreeable, and possesses much of that repose which is
erroneously imagined to be peculiar to the Vere de Veres. But he is
often singularly provoking ; and not the less so that he opposes a kind
of passive surprise to your reproaches which drives an irritable man mad.
One cannot help feeling, at the same time, that in this peculiar frame of
mind there is something to be admired ; and much that is natural and
even generous. It is due to causes of which it is difficult to conceive that
the effects were not foreseen, and consequently approved of. The very
succession of the seasons and the operations of Nature are perpetually
teaching the countryman to see the certainty which underlies variation,
and to have confidence in the right result, however unseasonable the sky.
Spring is sure to come. It doesn't very much matter whether it is this
week or next. The corn is sure to grow — not so good perhaps this year
as last, but then next year will redress the balance. And so, generally
speaking, it does. Thus there is far less speculation in the business of a
labourer, a farmer, or a squire, than in that of a merchant. They are
obliged to leave a great deal in the hands of Nature ; and in the long
run she .is a faithful stewardess. It is thus that they acquire the habit
of leaving things alone a good deal, and of supposing that some occult
social force will propagate news, arrange interviews, and settle disputes,
as Nature makes the trees to bud, the birds to pair, and the streams
to thaw.
It is likewise to be remembered that in purely country occupations
there are few things to be done to-day which cannot equally well be done
to-morrow. The farmer wants to get his wheat in — he ought to lose no
time about it, that is certain. But after all it makes no great difference
whether he begins it on a Tuesday or a Wednesday. His harvest is gathered
sometimes at one time and sometimes at another. He has no contracts
to fulfill : he has no bills to meet (they are not of the essence of his
business, that is) ; if he is an ordinarily prosperous man in his calling he
need never have an hours' anxiety about business in the course of the
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whole year, comparable to what the City man experiences probably at least
once a month. The natural result of this is that the countryman par
excellence doesn't understand bustle. He disbelieves in the necessity for
haste. He has, like Dr. Johnson, who ought to have known better, a
contempt for men who are always " obliged to go at a certain hour," and
has a secret idea that they only do so in order to magnify their own
importance. In a word, he is the very opposite of what the Americans
mean by " smart." But the defect, if it be a real defect, is a very
amiable and a very aristocratic fault, and it has this one great merit — that
if it often provokes, it is certain never to disgust, one.
The difference between town and country life as it affects ladies is
perhaps as striking as in any of its other aspects. The contrast between
a lady in the London season, surrounded by London influences, in the
full swing of town gaiety, and the same fair being in her flower garden,
her poultry yard, or perhaps her farm, a hundred* miles away from the
capital, cannot fail to have impressed every careful observer of modern
manners. The lady farmer, indeed, who will discuss the last new poem or
novel, the last opera or the last heresy with you one moment, and will
be equally animated the next upon the composition of manure and the
breed of pigs, is a product perhaps peculiar to Great Britain. The
combination is one that we rather like. It imparts a pleasant kind of
freedom to conversation, and has the invaluable property of making every
body feel quite at home. To ladies who do not care much about the pursuits
of country life, country life is naturally dull. A very great lady who can
always have a houseful of guests, may turn country into town, all but the
shopping, just as well as night into day. But ladies of smaller incomes
who have no taste for the sweet and homely pleasures of the country,
to whom domestic pets are a bore, and whose sole thought after a picnic,
an archery, or a dinner party, is how to kill time till the nest one ; of
such we say the sooner they exchange into town the better. But
commend us to those members of the fair sex who are English
enough to enjoy both; who bring to moral amusements and occupation
all the refinement of the town, and carry into the pleasures of the
town the simplicity and freshness of the country. There is some-
thing peculiarly piquant in the spectacle of a London beauty going round
the farmyard, looking at the new calf, or searching for the strayed hen's
nest, attended by dogs great and small, and looking happier than she ever
did in St. James's. It is like seeing the Archbishop of Canterbury drink
a pint of porter. Far be it from us to fall into the vulgar error of
attributing any higher degree of happiness or innocence to the country,
or to suggest that its inhabitants enjoy, by virtue of merely being in it,
any immunity from care. But the contrast is as we have given it ; and
it is a feature of moral life on which Englishmen may justly congratulate
themselves.
There is, in conclusion, this much to be said of the careless, happy-
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go-lucky style of life which either does prevail or seems to prevail in so
many country houses : it affords an invaluable distraction for the town
man. Consider the relief which he experiences to whom for the last six
months every hour in the day has brought its appointed task, every day
in the week its appointed liability, when he wakes up and finds himself-
a resident in the happy valley,
Where come not posts, nor proofs, nor any bills
Nor ever dun knocks loudly.
(We beg Mr. Tennyson's pardon.) Consider this, we say, and then tell
us whether even what have been thought the shortcomings of the bucolic
life do not play a most useful and honourable part in the economy of
society. Going down into the country after a long spell of London work,
is like going to dinner after a single day's work. Care is thrown aside. The
busy man associates with idlers, and for the time being is one of them.
" If it were not," says De Quincey, " for the modern institution of dinner,
the modern brain-working man must inevitably go mad." And what
dinner is to one day, country life is to the whole year. Alas ! it is over
for the present with most of us. " We cannot dine again till to-morrow,"
as Guloseton says in Pelham. It is a painful thought — but we can at all
events go to bed and dream about a Country Life.
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I. — OF THE DESCRIPTIVE TALKER.
TALK is a necessity of civilized life — so much may be safely assumed to
start with. And by the " Talk " here spoken of is not meant merely that
bare utterance of intelligible sounds which is required for the expression
of our wants, but rather that peculiar use of speech by means of which we
convey one to another, either information of various kinds which we desire
to impart, or opinions upon various subjects which we wish to communi-
cate, and which use of speech is commonly called conversation. To define
speech as a power of uttering certain articulate sounds, hy means of which
we are able to make known our urgent wants, or our irrepressible ideas, to
those who hear them, is to adopt a merely savage view of this great gift.
Persons imbued with such convictions meeting at a feast would not have
much to say to each other. Their wants they would make known to the
servants ; while as to ideas, it is certain that some of us go into the world
but poorly endowed with them. Our civilized creed with regard to the
use of speech is widely different from that first, bare, crude conception which
assigns to it a merely utilitarian limit. I hold that there are certain
occasions, by no means of unfrequent recurrence, when talking must be
engaged in for talking's sake. I hold that there arrive continually,
during the course of ordinary nineteenth-century life, seasons when various
persons, more or less known to each other, meet together for the purpose
of celebrating certain social rites and ceremonies, and when, if the cere-
monies in question are to be successfully conducted, it is absolutely
necessary that the celebrants should engage in what is sometimes called
conversation, but more frequently and more familiarly " Talk."
Of the importance of this element in our social life it is hardly possible
to speak too highly. Which of those rites and ceremonies mentioned
above — what dinner, what wedding-breakfast, what garden-party, what
picnic, what evening assembly — can be got through without its aid ? Has
the reader, who is in the habit of attending such social gatherings, ever
observed how entirely these entertainments are spoiled by any tendency to
taciturnity on the part of the assembled company ? What a dreadful
thing is a dinner-party when the guests will not talk. The feelings of
the host, or hostess, who presides on such an occasion, and who is
responsible for the success or failure of the entertainment, are really
pitiable ; and the glance of gratitude with which he or she rewards the
person who will start a remark which seems likely to have conversational
consequences is almost pathetic.
720 SOME CHAPTERS ON TALK.
This talk, then, being a thing of such prodigious value, and so much
of our happiness, as members of a social system, depending upon our
proficiency in it, it seems wonderful that so little has hitherto been
written upon the subject, and that as an art capable of cultivation, and
having certain fixed principles, to be got at by means of diligent study,
it has not been treated of at all. It is under this last-mentioned phase
that it is proposed now to consider this subject. There are many persons
who, though fully convinced that a certain amount of conversational
readiness is indispensable to any man who intends to set up in business
socially, are yet at the same time painfully conscious of their own inability
to start a conversation, or having started it, to keep it going. To such
persons a course of study, having for its object the attainment of a certain
amount of conversational prowess, maybe of essential service, and although
there is no doubt that, to a certain extent, the talker, like the poet, is
born, not made, and has the garrulous element specially developed in his
nature from the very beginning, yet is it not too much to suppose that, by
well-directed labour, even those, who are not gifted conversationally by
nature, may be able greatly to improve themselves, and may learn, if not
to be brilliant talkers, at least to have enough to say for themselves to
enable them to pass muster in general society.
And now, what shall be our first act in pursuance of this determination
to master, as far as may be, this great art of conversation ? Our first pro-
ceeding must be to examine minutely and carefully, as all conscientious
and laborious students should do, the performances of the masters, of those
great men, that is to say, who may certainly be regarded as excelling in
this art which we propose to cultivate. The great talkers — let us inquire
— what is their manner of proceeding ? What methods do they favour ?
What, in a word, do they talk about ?
After a prolonged and elaborate consideration of this subject, I have
arrived at the conclusion that your great talker wiD, in his ordinary
practice, generally have recourse to one of four expedients. He will either
describe experiences, his own or another's ; or he will entertain his
company with small gossip and scandal ; or else he will express opinions
which are sometimes original, and sometimes borrowed ; or he will be — and
this is the commonest phase of all — a professed raconteur, and teller of
anecdotes. These are the four principal phases under which the pheno-
menon which we are considering is ordinarily exhibited. There are others
of minor importance, which may perhaps be found deserving of after con-
sideration, but these are the principal ; let us deal with them in order, and
with a gravity becoming the importance of our subject. And first with the
conversationalist, who is great as a describer.
This particular talker — the man who describes — has perhaps, speaking
in mercantile fashion, a larger stock-in-trade to depend upon than any
other. There is positively no limit to his resources. New subject-matter
for treatment is furnished by every act of his life. Has he just returned
from a journey to the Pyramids, or has he newly come from a flower-show
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at the Horticultural Gardens, it is all the same. He lias passed through
an experience, and he will describe it.
"Where do you think I've been all the afternoon?" he will ask,
selecting a suitable moment for his question, and addressing his hostess,
or some person who occupies a good central position at the dinner-table
before which he is seated. " I have been * doing ' the athletic sports down
at Stoke Pogis. Two of my nephews are at the school there, you know —
very good school I'm told, two hundred boys, almost like a public school,
only the boys get better looked after. Well, these young rascals my
nephews must needs send me an invitation to their annual athletic
sports, or whatever they call 'em, and as I had nothing particular to do
I went down — drove down with Mrs. Talboys, who's got a son there —
uncommon fine boy he is, carried away half the prizes." The conversa-
tionalist will break off here. Mrs. Talboys is seated at table. " She'll
tell you all about it," says this great master. The lady declines, however:
"You will describe it better than I can," she says. " Oh, there's nothing
to describe," the professor continues, depreciating his own art; "there
were the usual things, as I'm told. I never saw anything of the kind
before, but I'm told it's always the same. Running, you know, and high
jumps, and long jumps, and water-jumps — water the colour of peas-soup
— and racing in sacks, and all the rest of it." And so once fairly started,
and with a good audience, comprising at least all the guests at his own
ond of the table, our talker goes off into a long and brilliant account of the
Stoke Pogis athletics, describing the "little men in their straw hats,
you know, and with their bright- coloured scarves and ribbons, and
their eager little faces, and taking jumps as high as themselves ; " and
it is ten to one that he will give one particular instance of
a "youngster," somewhat older than most of the others, who
vvas evidently very much smitten with an uncommonly pretty girl who
was there with some members of the }'oung fellow's family. The
professor will narrate how he had his eye on this youngster, who had a
most resolute expression of countenance, and who was evidently determined
to win the great stake of the day — " silver-gilt cup, really a handsome
thing " — in order that he might appear to advantage in the eyes of the
beloved object. "I kept my eye upon the lad," our talker goes on, "and
'.L do assure you I was never, in the whole course of my life, more power-
fully interested. It was a long race — longest of the day. The starting
-point was exactly where I place this salt-cellar ; the course went round in
ihis fashion, and the winning-post was here, where I will put MissFlickster's
ian, if she will allow me. The position of the beloved object is indicated
!>y this piece of roll — I'm sorry I've nothing better to represent her with —
j. don't know what my young friend would say ; but at any rate there she
i tood." Then he goes on to describe the race ; how the " young fellow "
r>yas at first rather behind than otherwise, how he gradually drew on, and
managed, by the time that half the distance was done, to get into a better
place ; how at last he distanced all except a single competitor ; how these
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two ran, neck and neck, till they came to the piece of rising ground where
the young lady, represented by the roll, was stationed ; how the youngster
cast one glance at her as he flew past, and how he seemed, in that moment
of time, to receive a new impetus, snatching the race away from his rival,
at the very last moment, and to the bewilderment and rapture of all
beholders.
Our conversationalist does not stop here. He finds that he is making
a good thing out of the Stoke Pogis athletics, and he wisely determines to
get all he can out of them. He describes the racing in sacks, the
" putting " the stone, the throwing the cricket-ball, and, at last, the great
water-jump. " The best fun of all, I do assure you. Half the young
fellows fell in, and got thoroughly drenched. I was standing close to the
water, and so were you, by-the-by, Mrs. Talboys. And didn't you get
most horribly splashed ? "
Here, then, is a specimen of the art of talking, as practised by the
descriptive talker. There is much to be learned from him. He furnishes
us with an example of courage and of perseverance. Courage it certainly
requires to commence such an undertaking as this which we have just seen
him through, and perseverance to carry that undertaking on, when inter-
rupted, as a man continually must be, in making so long a statement at a
dinner-table, by the handing of dishes, the pouring out of wines, and the
desperate attempts of certain envious gentlemen amongst the audience
to break the thread of his narrative. I would particularly direct the
attention of all talk-students to these indications of the nerve and
energy possessed by our friend, also to the very able manner in which he
contrives to bring certain members of the company into his story, and
to his skilful management of parenthesis.
Nor let it be for a moment supposed that this artist only excels in the
treatment of subjects of this almost trifling description. He is quite as
strong in the impressive line, and in treating the serious and poetical as
in dealing with this sort of light comedy of " Athletic Sports." He can — •
alas ! say some people — describe anything and everything. His choice of
subject depends entirely upon the nature of the experiences which he has
most recently gone through. Whether he has been in Norway, salmon-
fishing, or hunting lions in South Africa, he is sure to return as full of
matter as we have seen him to be after the Stoke Pogis entertainment.
He is a man whose peculiar talent is differently regarded by his different
listeners. He affords entertainment to some few who are easily amused ;
he furnishes an excuse for silence to other few who are too stupid, or too
idle, to talk ; and he drives the members of that small class who are easily
bored to the confines of desperation. This, indeed, is the worst part of
the descriptive talker : the risk of his becoming a bore is so exceedingly
imminent. Descriptions, by word of mouth, of scenery, of an Alpine
sunset, of a journey across the desert, of a naval review, of gun experi-
ments at Shoeburyness, of a chamois-hunt, of a match at Lord's, or even,
as we have seen, of athletic sports at Stoke Pogis, are so dreadfully apt to
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lead to the boring of those to whom they are addressed that we get at
last to feel alarmed when the first warning notes of the describer's voice
b igin to make themselves heard, when the sunset reminds him of "an
evening scene — which, indeed, he will never forget — on the Lake of Como,"
o • when the shape taken by the coals in the fire recall to him the profile
o:' a guide he once had in Calabria — "the merriest, heartiest fellow you
c-er saw."
Still, in spite of all, this man is generally well received. His talk, at
a:iy rate, is incessant in its flow ; and he may be depended upon to go on
with it for any length of time. So that, upon the whole, he is welcome in
n.ost societies, and is much asked out to dinner.
II.— OF THE TALKER WHO RETAILS GOSSIP.
IHIS is & talker of a very exalted quality indeed. For the perfect
envelopment of this species, moral and mental qualifications of an elevated
o'der are imperatively needed. The retailer of small gossip must be
possessed of a fine memory, and he should also be exceedingly diligent
aid industrious. Consider, in proof of his diligence, how hard and
how continuously he has to work. He is for ever on the move. There
ii scarcely such a thing as a friendly gathering of any kind, or an
?mfriendly one either, from which he may safely be absent. Wherever
men and women assemble together with any social object in view, there
ho is obliged to be on duty. He must frequent flower-shows, garden-
parties, exhibitions, musical entertainments, balls, and evening-parties,
lie must haunt clubs, and hang about ladies' drawing-rooms. Nor is the
Lirge amount of bodily activity, which is necessary that he may be thus
ubiquitous, all. It is needful, wherever he is, that he should have all
bis mental faculties about him, that he should constantly be listening with
ail his ears, and watching with all his eyes, lest something important
should escape him. He has a reputation to keep up, and keep it up he
rmst at any cost. He is supposed to know everything. Is some love-
affair attracting the attention of that small section of the world which
cills itself society? He must know all the ins and outs of that love-
affair, be acquainted with the exact nature of the settlements, and the
•v iews of the parents on both sides ; in fact, he must be thoroughly up in
a il the particulars connected with it from beginning to end, must know
v hat the lovers said to each other when they were under the trees
in Richmond Park, and what it was that they quarrelled about at the
"Woolwich ball.
Or is it some less romantic subject with which society is busying
i self ? Does it want to know the particulars of that break-up of the
( hiildersquash establishment which is exciting so much attention ? How
r mch money has the house failed for ? was there anything settled on
I trs. Guilders quash ? what do they mean to do next ? On all these points
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our friend must be informed, and well informed. He must be in a position
to state with precision what men, who knew about money, were saying on
this subject a fortnight ago, a month ago, six months ago — what was said,
if you come to that, from the moment when Guildersquash made that
magnificent present of diamonds to Mrs. G. The financial men at the
clubs were talking even then, and none of them were taken by surprise
when the failure took place.
This retailer of small gossip is a restless personage. He prowls
about a room, working his way from one group of talkers to another,
generally setting them right with his facts. " Oh, don't you know how
she got him ? " he says, coming upon a small colony of gossips, who are
speculating on the recent matrimonial capture of a wary gentleman of
their acquaintance. " I happen to know all about it. She was determined
to carry her point, and finding our friend rather backward in corning
forward, she fell dangerously ill, pretended to be dying, and did it all so
well that she actually managed to take in the doctor, and got him to
pronounce her in extremis. Of course the family sent for Sir John, told
him that the girl was in love with him, and entreated him, as a kind of
melancholy satisfaction, to consent to a death-bed union. What could
he do ? Of course he consented, when lo, and behold ! from that moment
my young lady begins to pick up, and in a fortnight is as well as you or
I." Our gossipmonger will sometimes make an effective exit at the
conclusion of an anecdote of this sort, or perhaps will only bustle away
and join another set of talkers, for whom he has got something else ready
in his budget. In this case it is the latest intelligence concerning a
certain matrimonial squabble of a highly interesting nature. " You've
heard of the row up at the Dovecot," he begins this time. " Oh, a most
serious business, I can tell you. Began in her getting hold of a note-book
— note-book of her husband's — in which she found some entries of a most
compromising kind. What were they ? Well, I'm just going to tell you.
Turning over the leaves, — jealous, inquisitive woman, as you know, — she
reads to her horror, ' Great sweetness of character in Laura — noble girl —
she consents — meeting at the witch elm, midnight.' Well, you may
conceive what a row there was. My lady seals up the book, encloses it
in a letter to her husband, who happens to be absent, and rushes off to her
father's house in a condition more easily conceived than described.
Husband returns, reads her letter, rushes after her, and an explanation
ensues. What do you think it was ? Notes — notes for a tale he was
writing. He thinks he has a gift for novel-writing, as you know, and
these were some memoranda which he had made for his plot, or whatever
you call it." It is ten to one that our gossip concludes a story of this
kind with the words : " Fact, I assure you ; " or, " That's a fact, I pledge
you my honour." He is in truth a man much given to the use of little
set forms of speech — is fond of such phrases as " Lo, and behold ! " and
will gladly speak of certain situations as "more easily imagined than
described."
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The field of our friend's operations, it must be admitted, is a very
extensive one. Matrimonial squabbles, pecuniary disasters, and anecdotes
of lovers, are by no means the only wares that he deals in. Nothing is
loo great or too small for him. When, on the occasion of Mrs. Buskin-
cock's private theatricals, the part of Rosalind, which was to have been
< nacted by Miss Freshfield — her first season out — was suddenly transferred
1.0 the Honourable Eva Brownwigge, who but our gifted friend was in a
-position to enlighten the world as to how that change in Mrs. Buskinsock's
; arrangements came to be effected ? " It was at one of the final rehearsals,"
:io happens to know, " that the thing was done. Our dear Brownwigge,"
i ays Gossip, "was present, and at the end of the third act of the play —
• his happened, mind, in the hearing of a friend of mine — she called Mrs.
Bpskinsoek aside, and told her, in so many words, that the bold way in
•vhich Miss Freshfield acted the part was the most shocking — that was the
very word she used — the most shocking thing she had ever seen, and that,
unless some other arrangement were made, she (Brownwigge) firmly believed
,hat all Mrs. Buskinsock's guests would walk out of the room on the night
>f performance. * But what am I to do ? ' says Mrs. B. ' The invitations
are all out for the day after to-morrow. If Miss Freshfield doesn't
perform the part, who will ? ' 'I will,' says Brownwigge ; ' and I would
lo a great deal more rather than see disgrace brought upon you by such a
performance as that taking place under your roof. Why, I would do it,'
-she added, ' even for the sake of the poor girl herself ; and she will live to
ihank me one day for having stepped in to her rescue.' And she did it,"
idds our gossipmonger. " She always intended to do it — had got the
words by heart long before she made her great move at this final rehearsal.
A.S for Mrs. Buskinsock, she is so afraid of Brownwigge, on account of
her influence with her relations the Delacremes, that if the old girl had
proposed to act the part of Rosalind in top-boots, I believe poor Mrs. B.
would have let her."
The reader is now in a condition to understand of what varied elements
the conversation of this particular talker is made up. And let no one
suppose that it is possible to get together all the information of different
kinds which is required to set up a conversationalist of this sort in business
\vithout much and continuous labour. There is something almost respect-
able in the diligence with which an efficient gossipmonger pursues his
studies. He has a reputation to keep up. " Here comes So-and-so," his
friends say ; " he will- tell us all about it." WTiat if he can't tell them all
about it ? He is simply ruined. And so for the sake of this reputation
of excessive knowingness, he is ready to work, ready to sacrifice his ease
and comfort, ready to encounter — and this is the worst part of it all —
every kind of rebuff and humiliation which it is in the power of society to
inflict. Of these, indeed, he cannot choose but meet with a very large
allowance. His profession that he has taken up requires that he should
be everywhere, and there are some houses which are included under that
denomination "everywhere" to which it is not always easy to get an
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entrance. To those very theatricals of Mrs. Buskinsock's of which we
have heard Gossip talking so lightly, he only gained admission by dint of
the most incessant exertion, and the most unwearying perseverance, by
morning calls, by assiduous attentions to Mrs. B. whenever he met her,
by looking after her carriage, by plying her at evening-parties with choice
refreshments, by boasting continually of his influence with the great and
powerful. Between the time of his first hearing that those theatricals
were to be, and the moment when at last his machinations were crowned
with success, and the long- wished- for invitation arrived, this little man
lived a life of real misery, and it was observed by his friends that he was
getting thinner every day.
" Set a thief to catch a thief." This is the man of all others, if the
reader will believe it, who is the most pitilessly severe upon those persons
who have recourse to any of the small intrigues and stratagems which some
people practise when endeavouring, as the phrase goes, to "get on in
society." He has no mercy on people of this sort, and some of his most
favourite and best-received anecdotes are based upon the proceedings of
that particular class whose war-cry as they enter the social battle-field is
Parvenir ! " You don't know how she gets such invitations as do come
in her way," he says, speaking of a certain lady whose path through
social life is not an easy one. " You think it is owing to her having a
French cook and a fine house furnished by Gillow. Nothing of the sort.
I'll tell you all about it, for I happen to know. When that woman was in
Paris " — it is generally observed that about this time our Gossip's audience
closes round him very attentively — " When that woman was in Paris, she
had the luck to get hold of a chiropodist, a pedicure, or whatever you call
it — in plain English a corn- doctor — who sold her, I believe at an enormous
price, a recipe for destroying corns. One or two people*, afflicted with
excrescences of this nature, found it out, made it known that my lady was
in possession of the secret, and tried to get it from her. She was far too
cunning, however, to let it out for nothing, and it was very soon discovered
that the only way to get the Frenchman's recipe from her was to ask her
to dinner. Fact, I assure you," says Gossip, in conclusion; " and you
may feel quite sure, whenever you meet the lady in question at any house,
that some one at least of its inhabitants is troubled with corns."
III. — OF THE TALKER WHO RELATES ANECDOTES.
ALL talkers must be possessed of a certain amount of moral courage, but
the teller of stories needs more of this quality than the rest. When a
man has once commenced a story he is in for it. He must — positively
must — go on till it is finished. Now, this is not so much the case with
other talkers. The narrator of experiences can cut his statement short if
he finds that it is not relished by those who are listening to it ; the dis-
cusser of topics can drop his subject at a moment's notice, if it should
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become desirable to do so ; but the story-teller once embarked must go
on, and finish his anecdote, even if his audience show obvious signs of
disgust, or if— which is still worse — he himself has lost all confidence in
the virtues of his own narrative. Among the many qualifications abso-
lutely indispensable to the anecdotist this of courage — some will call it
brass — is the most indispensable. There are not wanting others. The
story-teller should be middle-aged. The writer of these chapters has
never come across a young man who could tell a story even tolerably.
When a young man attempts to tell a story, he is always, to begin with, in.
too great a hurry. He always seems conscious that his audience mistrusts
him, and so he rattles on at a prodigious pace, in order that he may get
to the point, and show you that it really is not such a bad story as you
suppose. Or, if he does not fall into the error of hurrying his narrative,
he is sure to be betrayed into another which is worse, and to become
prolix and long-winded. He takes his time, refusing to be hurried, but
restraining himself by a violent and obvious effort, of which every one is
conscious. He can't do it. It is against nature. There are a great many
things which a young man can do, and of which his elders are incapable.
He can waltz without altogether losing his breath ; he can wear a waist-
coat the circumference of which is larger round the chest than round the
waist ; he can eat lobster-salad for supper, and wash it down with cham-
pagne. All these things, and many more, he can do ; but tell a story ho
cannot, though his life should depend upon it. The story-teller, then,
should be middle-aged — forty is too young — and he should be prosperous.
In saying that the story-teller should be prosperous, it is not meant,
in this case, that he should be rich — though there is no harm in that, far
from it. It is merely meant, here, to proclaim that he should be a man
whom people know something about, a man who has succeeded in his
undertakings, whatever they may have been. A lawyer in good practice,
or a popular preacher, or a well-known artist, will do. A nobody will
not do. When a stout capitalist, hearing our story-teller for the first
time, turns to his neighbour, and asks, " Who is it ? " it is necessary
that the neighbour shall be able to make a satisfactory reply, or may-
be the capitalist will not like the story. A teller of anecdotes,
perhaps more than any other kind of talker, requires to be backed up — to
be backed up by a sense of position, a conviction that he is somebody.
This is one thing which is indispensable to him, and there is another
which, if ho is to be very successful, is equally so — the knowledge that
his audience is disposed to be friendly. This last certainty — unless tho
story-teller is a very old hand indeed, and made of very tough material
— is indeed most important. The feeling that there is an enemy in the
camp, a sneering, unbelieving listener present, is mighty discouraging.
The career of a habitual story-teller is of course full of vicissitude. He
has his days of triumph and his days of comparative failure. The day to
be marked with a white stone is the day when he finds himself among
persons who know all about him, who are friendly disposed, and to whom
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the story which he is about to relate is not already Jcnmcn. All proud
distinctions have their drawbacks, and one of the worst drawbacks which
the professed raconteur has to encounter is the probable presence, in almost
every company which he addresses, of some one or more individuals to
whom the story which he is committed to tell is not entirely new. It is
disconcerting to an anecdotist to be conscious that such persons are arnon^
his audience, and he will sometimes try to disarm them by a prefatory
word: "I am afraid, Staleybridge, that you've heard this before;" or,
" I'm sorry for you, Macstinger, you must bear the infliction as well as
you can."
And this consideration of the importance to the story-teller of fresh-
ness on the part of his audience, brings us to another qualification for this
office which must not be overlooked. It is desirable — not indispensable,
but certainly, on the whole, desirable — that the anecdotist should be a
single man. The wife of a professed story-teller must be subject to many
sorrows. It must be wearisome for her, for instance, to hear the same
story twenty times, as it is related to twenty different audiences. However
well and affectionately disposed she may be, she must surely quail a little
when she hears the preliminary strains, the first few words, "I was once
staying at a little inn in North Wales ;" or, " My little boy was out with
his nurse the other day." How she must suffer too when the story does
not go well ; when the audience is not sympathetic ; when the story-teller
is not in cue ; or when, as will sometimes happen, he omits some important
element in his narrative. I have seen a wife prompt her husband under
such circumstances, — " You have forgotten, George, about the little boy
and the pump;" or, reproachfully, " You've left out about the frying-
pan," — Jmt it does not answer. If a man once begins to go wrong in
telling a story, it is all up with him ; he is best let alone. The flounder-
ings of a story-teller who has got into difficulties are beyond measure
painful to witness. It is so easy for him to get into trouble. There are
so many pitfalls and snares in his way. He may, as has been said above,
perceive among his listeners one or more to whom his story is already
known ; or, he may lose faith in his own narrative, and may feel as the
crisis draws near that it is weak and will not give general satisfaction ; or,
still worse, from having begun to narrate without having sufficient social
standing to secure him listeners, or from some other cause, he may get to
be deserted by his audience as he goes on. This is a terrible situation.
A man in such a case will try different listeners one after another. He
will generally fly high at first, endeavouring to secure the attention of his
host or hostess, or at least of a chief guest, some person distinguished by
high rank or great achievement ; these failing him at starting, or dropping
him in disgust as his tale advances, he will descend a little lower, to some
successful professional man, perhaps, or a prosperous artist. But these
deserting him, his descent is rapid indeed, and it is not long before he is
found addressing the concluding portion of a story, which he has clipped
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and pared in all directions, to a poor relation, or to a youth of tender years
just home for the holidays. This is a very distressing exhibition to
witness, and one which we might be spared, if only men would diligently
examine before taking up this role whether they possess the numerous
qualifications necessary to the successful performing of the part. Some of
these, — middle-age, namely, and a certain social position, — have been
already spoken of, but there are others, of less moment, perhaps, than
these, but still of considerable importance. There are, for instance, certain
personal qualifications which it is highly desirable for a story-teller to
possess. He should be a man of solid build ; he should have a powerful
voice, a steady eye, with great command of countenance. This last quali-
fication is very 'essential. There are stories, — and those of the most
comic sort, — the success of which is endangered if the narrator should
happen to look foolish or to smile feebly while they are being developed ;
while if he should chance to burst out into a guffaw, he might as well
break his story off at once, for any success that it is likely to have. A face
under control is indeed indispensable to the story-teller. It need not be
what is called an expressive face ; far from it. There are a great many
stones the effect of which is enhanced by their being told by a person with
a perfectly unmoveable countenance. To the actor a face capable of dis-
playing numerous variations of expression is invaluable, but not to the
story-teller of the highest class. The right face for this last is one with
something queer about it, that sets people speculating. A grave face is
best, with perhaps the faintest twinkle in the eyes, or the least twitch in
the world about the corners of the mouth.
In considering the personal qualifications here set forth as so indispen-
sably necessary to a habitual anecdotist or raconteur, it must be borne in
mind that we are speaking only of the professors of one particular school
of story-telling. This is the severe school, which requires of its disciples
that they should maintain an imperturbable gravity while narrating even
the most ludicrous incidents, and which forbids the narrator of a comic
story to give even the very least indication of being himself amused by
what amuses his audience. There are different opinions as to the merits
of this school. To some persons they appear very great : whilst others
will affirm that an observation of its precepts conduces to affectation, that
a story told in accordance with them always gives too much evidence of
effort and study to be agreeable, and that they like to see a man lindis-
guisedly amused by the funny parts of his own narration. The fact is
that there is something to be said on both sides of this very momentous
question.
There are some stories which imperatively demand what may be called
a dry treatment, and some story-tellers who can only make their effects by
having recourse to a somewhat studied and artificial mode of narrating ;
while to other stories, and other story-tellers, the more florid style is
infinitely better adapted. The disciples of this last school may at least be
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said to work harder than the professors of the more undemonstrative method.
They are given to changes of expression and different modulations of voice ;
they will introduce imitations into the course of their narrative, and will
at all times indulge very freely in action. If a practitioner of this school
tells you a story of a barber who says something exceedingly funny while
engaged in the practice of his profession, the narrator will probably imitate
the act of shaving while telling the story, or if a lady should happen to
figure in the facetious incident which he is relating, he will very likely
feign to arrange the folds of a dress, or flourish a fan in the most approved
method. That the achievements of the best masters in this florid school
are exceedingly entertaining there can be no doubt. The writer of these
words has heard, before now, stories of Highland sport, stirring incidents
of flood and field, told by a great professor of the florid school, with such
subtle accompaniment of gesture and action, that those who listened have
at last thought that they saw the struggling deer-hounds held back with
difficulty by the gillies, and the keepers crouching out of sight among the
rocks and heather.
To set before his audience what he describes, thus distinctly and vividly,
is the special and peculiar gift of the best and most distinguished among
these demonstrative story-tellers. But it is only for narratives of adventure
or anecdotes of a broadly comic description that this treatment is good.
When the story to be told is of a witty rather than a humorous sort, a
story of quick answer or epigrammatic retort, whose crisis is, so to speak,
of a spiritual rather than a corporeal nature, then, unquestionably, tho
value of a dry and undemonstrative treatment makes itself felt very
strongly, and we are constrained to admit that no other can bring out the
full flavour of this particular kind of mental food, which the story-teller
provides for us.
IV. — OF THE TALKER \YHO DISCUSSES TOPICS.
BETWEEN the talker whose practice it is simply to describe his experiences,
and that other talker whose conversation is of abstract subjects, there
exists no doubt a considerable moral and intellectual difference. They are
looked upon, by their respective audiences, with entirely different feelings.
Although the first of these is certainly the more valuable man at a dinner-
table, making more noise, and being capable of a more sustained effort
than the other, he is yet, upon the whole, less respected. ''It is all very
well," says society, " to give us descriptions of English athletic sports or
Arab prayer- meetings, but in doing this a man after all only speaks of
what he has seen with his eyes, or heard with his ears. It must require
a much more profound mind, and much greater power of thought, to take
a subject, such as the imperfection of all things human, or the fitness of
woman to exercise the elective franchise, — and discuss it thoroughly, as
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the great Mr. Surface does, for instance." And no doubt if the great
Mr. Surface did examine these matters thoroughly, and did manage to
arrive at some distinct and practical conclusions in connection with the
subjects which it is his habit to discuss, he would be entitled to some
amount of consideration, x But this is not his mode of proceeding ; his
practice being to stir up a subject, to start it, and worry it a little, and
then let it go rather than to pursue it, to hold it tight, and get the life
out of it at last.
This particular talker, whose speciality it is to discuss topics, is, as has
been said, not comparable in value at a dinner-table to the conversa-
tionalist whose performances have been spoken of in a previous chapter ;
but he has his qualities, nevertheless. He is great in a country-house after
luncheon, at a garden-party, or at afternoon tea. He is not afraid of the
clever ladies of a party. Indeed, to get hold of a little clique of such
persons is what he likes. " Ah, Lady Anne," he will say, addressing one
of them in rather a tone of sadness ; " does it not sometimes strike you
that the world's getting very old ? or, at any rate, that England is ? " The
lady addressed replies that she hardly knows, that it was always called
" Old England," and then she smiles, and hesitates. " That is not exactly
the sense in which I mean that England is old," Mr. Surface goes on.
" What I mean is that, supposing a nation to have a term of life, as a man
has, — to have, in short, its Seven Ages, — one would certainly not be inclined
to regard England as having got no farther than the schoolboy or the
lover stage." " Do you think she is ' sans eyes, sans teeth,' then, Mr.
Surface?" inquires one of his audience. And so he is fairly launched,
and in a position to give his reasons for thinking that his native country is
no longer young. A sort of thing this that does very well at certain times,
such as those mentioned above. We are a little too apt to suppose that when
a talker is spoken of, a dinner-table talker only is meant ; but there are
other occasions when talk is wanted nearly as much as when a company
assembles to partake of the principal meal of the day. No doubt it is then
chiefly that talkers are wanted — chiefly, but not exclusively. In country-
house life the necessity of talk is felt at every hour of the day. When
some of the guests, for instance, are amusing themselves with croquet, there
are always present others who become rabid at the mere mention of the
game, and these require to be kept amused with conversation. Conversa-
tion is needed, too,when a large walking-party is organized ; or again, when
a drive is to constitute the afternoon's amusement, and a gentleman is
wanted who will sit with his back to the horses, and will hold forth for the
benefit of the three ladies with whom he shares the vehicle. Here the dis-
cusser of topics is distinctly valuable. He is not so valuable, perhaps, as
the retailer of small personal gossip and petty scandal, but still he is of use
on such occasions, and his merits must not be overlooked. And, once
more, at a picnic, when the scramble for food and drink is over, and the
partakers dispersed in little groups under the trees, in that state of semi-
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intoxication which results from even the most moderate indulgence at
2 P.M., is there not a chance for our professor at such a time as this ? At
a picnic, or perhaps even more during the drive home, his services aro
priceless. A long drive is sometimes a rather tedious business, and it is a
well-known fact that some persons, after being conveyed through the air in
an open carriage for an hour or two, are apt to become depressed and
absent, not to say morose. They get bored, in fact ; and this is more
especially the case when the drive partakes of the nature of a return journey
— when we are coming back from a picnic, or a launch, or a laying of
foundation stones, or other similar celebration. At such times all the
less satisfactory ingredients in our cup become conspicuous in flavour, and
unpleasantly self-assertive. We reflect upon the fact that the house in the
country, which we have just taken, is on a clay soil, and that the situation
is low ; or we ponder as to where the money is to come from to supply that
dreadful boy at college. Why we should think of such things at such
times it is not easy to say, but that there is a tendency in the mind to busy
itself with what are vulgarly called "bothers," on the occasions referred
to, is a matter which no one can doubt who will carefully study the faces
of homeward-bound excursionists in general, and of those who make their
return journey in open carriages in particular. This, then, is the moment
when a talker — and as I venture to maintain, the especial talker whose
nature and habits we are just now considering — is precious, more than
words can say. For this is the time when topic, and nothing but topic
will do. A story would not get listened to, and a description of anything
under the sun, from a coronation to a cock-fight, would be an intolerable
bore. Even that prince of conversationalists, the scandal and gossip-
monger, would not be able to compete with the practised and skilful dis-
cusser of topic on this particular occasion. This last-mentioned talker, by
the very nature of his conversation, compels his associates to join in it
themselves ; and herein lies his especial value at such a moment as this
with which we have now to do. There is but one way of alleviating the
unhappiness of persons coming back from a junket, and that is to stimulate
them in some way into action — to make them, in short, exert themselves ;
and this the man, who can artfully start a subject in whieh his audience is
interested, will be able to do. " Who can look," he asks, " at a building
like that " — the travellers are passing an old village church entirely devoid
of all ornament or decoration — " and not feel that the extremist sim-
plicity in all matters connected with the outward forms of religion is really
the most beautiful, and certainly the most consistent with the spirit of true
Protestantism ? " By such a remark as this the object of our conversationalist
is fulfilled in one moment. One of the ladies by whom he is accompanied
is — as perhaps he knows — ritualistically disposed, while another is a
frequenter of Exeter Hall, and altogether of the Low Church persuasion.
Of course, these two get together instantly by the ears, each sustaining
her own views with many potential, if illogical arguments, and both
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referring to the original introducer of the subject under discussion for
encouragement. But our professor is more a man to start a discussion
than to bring it to an end, better at enunciating sentiments than at deciding
disputes, and so he temporizes, and — which is just what he wanted to do
• — prolongs the discussion, so that the milestones fly by unheeded.
WOMAN and her Mission is another topic which this great conversation-
artist often finds to answer his purpose particularly well. The subject
may be brought in in the easiest way : a gleaner at work in the fields, or
a girl wheeling a barrow by the wayside, will do, — and it will suit some
companies as well as ritualism or church decoration does others. " There
is something," remarks our gentleman, looking absently at a market-girl
trudging along the road with a basket of live poultry on her head — " There
is something about the peculiar construction of the female form which
always seems to me to preclude the idea that Nature intended it for work.
Work is for us," he continues, settling himself more at ease on the
carriage cushions ; " work is for men, with their strong sinews and their
active brain. The prevailing idea of WOMAN, as she should be, is the idea
of a creature at leisure ; and although there is no doubt that the practical
truth has been, in most countries and under most circumstances, widely
at variance with this idea, yet, in referring back to any period, how
remote so ever, of the world's history, we shall most certainly find that
the idea itself remains, and that the WOMAN whom men have always wor-
shipped, whom our poets -have sung, whom our painters have painted, and
our sculptors have hewn out of the marble, is a woman with ' nothing to
do.' " A good beginning this surely. It is pretty certain to be said, by
somebody or other, of a man like this, that he " talks well." The fact is,
that in dealing with a subject of this sort the special talker whose
habits we are now considering is entirely at home. A topic which
lends itself to a little display of fine language and sentiment, is what
he really likes. He is great, for instance, on questions of love and matri-
mony, sympathy and antipathy. It is a common proceeding with him to
look round about upon his audience, having first got the talk into the
proper groove, and to ask which is, in their opinion, the greater happiness,
loving or being loved ? For his part, he will say, the last seems to him by
far the most delightful. He is of opinion that the knowledge that you
are necessary to the happiness of some one else, is far more glorious "than
the feeling that some one else is necessary to yours. This is, indeed, a
first-rate subject, and one which is hereby strongly recommended to the
attention of any person who contemplates setting up in business as a
topic-talker. It is one of those questions which has two sides to it, both
capable of being sustained by many admirable arguments. The talker can
either take up the passive theory, as we have just seen, with a fair show
of reason, or he can go exactly the other way, and assert strongly that in
the pleasure of being loved, there is, as it seems to him, a certain amount
of selfishness mixed up ; while in the act of loving, on the contrary, a
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man goes out of himself and (so to speak) merges his existence in another's.
"It is of loving, not of being loved," he will add, " that the poet speaks
when he says —
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might,
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in mnsic out of sight."
Our topicist is never averse to the introduction of an occasional line or
two of poetry into his disquisitions ; but he must not, because of this
practice, be confounded with the " talker who quotes poetry." That indi-
vidual belongs to a separate species, closely allied, indeed, to that of which
the topic-talker is a member, but yet in many respects distinct. The
difficulty of keeping apart individuals belonging undoubtedly to different
species, yet having many points in common, is one which any students,
the nature of whose labours is of the classifying sort, will readily
appreciate.
We must take our leave now of our eloquent friend. But in doing so
it seems worth while to remark concerning this form of talk which he
favours, that it is of all others the best suited to persons of lazy and
inactive habits. Those other conversationalists, whose manners and customs
we have been examining, the talkers who respectively describe experiences,
relate anecdotes, or retail gossip, must each and all work hard in order to
come by the material which they are obliged to make use of. But it is not
so with the gentleman who devotes himself, conversationally, to the dis-
cussion of topics. Profound as his studies may be, they at least do not
involve him in any physical exertion. He can cultivate his art without
sacrificing his ease. He is not obliged to run hither and thither in search
of raw material required for the manufacture of the article in which he
deals, but is able, on the contrary, to prepare those commodities in the
retirement of his own chamber, or while strolling about under the troes in
his friend's pleasure-grounds.
V. — OF VARIOUS MINOR TALKERS.
I HAVE now advanced so far with my subject as to have examined with
some degree of attention, the four principal specimens of the class whose
habits we are studying. I come now to a consideration of some of the
less distinguished members of the family of talkers ; and just as the great
writer on natural history, in dealing with some particular tribe, — say, for
instance, the feline, — will first describe the Felis leo, or lion, and will
then descend to the ounce, and the panther, and ultimately to the FelU
domesticus, or tom-cat of our kitchen-hearths, so must I, having said my
say about the great conversational lions and tigers who discuss topics
or relate anecdotes, come down to some of the lower members of the
species Talker, and study awhile their peculiarities and habits.
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Occupying a foremost position among these, I find a small, but for
its size exceedingly vigorous and active member of the garrulous species,
to which the name " Perpetual-Drop Talker " may perhaps be given with
some degree of propriety. In dealing with a new branch of science, as I
am now doing, the use of new terms is inevitable, and it is hoped that
this one, and such other technical expressions as have been introduced in
the course of these chapters, will be favourably received by talk-students
generally. The Perpetual-Drop Talker then, — I will venture to consider
the term as accepted, — is a conversationalist of a species easily recognizable
by all persons possessed of even moderate acuteness of perception. The
chief and most remarkable characteristic of him is that his chatter is
incessant, and that there issues from his mouth a perpetual dribble of
words which convey to those who hoar them no sort of information worth
having, no new thing worth knowing, no idea worth listening to. These
talkers are found in the British Islands in great numbers. There is no
difficulty in meeting with specimens. If you live in a street, and will only
eit at your window for a sufficient length of time, one of them is sure to
pass. He has a companion with him, the recipient of that small dropping
talk. Perpetual Drop points with his stick, calling his friend's attention to
a baker's shop — what is he saying? He is saying, "Ah, German, you
see ; Frantzmann, German name. Great many German bakers in London :
Germans and Scotch. Nearly all the bakers are either one or the other."
You continue to watch, and you observe that this loquacious gentleman is
again pointing.
" Where you see those houses," he is saying now, " there were
nothing but green fields when I was a boy. Not a brick to be seen
anywhere." And so he goes on commenting on everything. Whatever
his senses inform him of he seems obliged to put on record. " Piebald
horse," he says, as one goes by him in an omnibus ; or " Curious smell,"
as he passes the fried-fish stall. This is the man with whom we have all
travelled in railway trains. He proclaims to his companion — a person
much to be pitied — the names of the stations as the train arrives at each.
" Ah, Croydon," he says ; or, " Ah, Redhill, — going to stop, I see." He
makes his comments when they do stop. "Little girl with fruit," he
says ; or " Boy with papers." Very likely he will imitate the peculiar cry
of this last, " Mornin' papaw," for his friend's benefit. This kind of
talker may be studied very advantageously in railway trains. He is
familiar with technical terms. He remarks, when there is a stoppage, that
we are "being shunted on to the up -line till the express goes by."
Presently there is a shriek, and a shake, and a whirl, and then our friend
looks round with triumph. " That was it," he says, " Dover express, —
down-line." This is a very wearying personage. He cannot be quiet. If
he is positively run out and without a remark to make, he will ask a
question. Instead of telling you what the station is, he will in this case
ask you to tell him. " What station is this ? " is a favourite inquiry with
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him. He doesn't want to know ; he is not going to stop at it : lie merely
asks because his mouth is full of words, and they must needs dribble out
in some form or other. In this case it takes an interrogative form. A
tiresome individual this : one cannot help speculating as to how many
times in the course of his life he has thought it necessary to inform his
fellow-creatures that the morning has been fine, or cold, as the case might
bo, and the weather, generally, seasonable or the reverse.
I am dealing with the minor talkers. Among these a conspicuous
place is held by one whom, for want of a better designation, I must call
the Startling Talker. This is a conversationalist who goes in for being an
original thinker, a character, a despiser of conventionalities. He is not a
man who is going to be bound down by forms. He will not discourse of
the weather, or the opera, or the exhibitions, as other people do. " Why
should he ? " he will ask. He is fond of asserting his contempt for the
stereotyped talk of the drawing-room or the dinner-table. When he is
introduced to a partner for a quadrille, or to the young person who is to
be his neighbour at dinner, it is as likely as not that he will begin by a
sort of confession of his conversational faith. " I'm not going to ask
you," he will say, "whether you have seen Lucca in L? Africaine, or
whether you've read The Last Chronicle of Bar set. Nor shall I expect you
to question me on such subjects. Why should you ? What is it to you
whether I have passed through either of these experiences ? What do you
care for my opinion of ' Jephthah's Daughter,' by Millais ? Is it of the
slightest importance to you whether I have seen the Paris Exhibition, or
whether I rode in the Park this morning, and found it hot ? " This is a
favourite kind of beginning with the subject of our present studies, and,
for the most part, answers his purpose indifferently well, such talk eliciting
in general, from the person to whom it is addressed, some amount of that
amazement which it has been the object of the speaker to excite. He has
other ways of stimulating this same emotion of surprise in those whose
privilege it is to listen to his conversation. " I wonder," he will say, for
instance, addressing a total stranger, " I wonder how many of the people
sitting round the table will be alive in ten years from this time." Or
perhaps he will moralize, by way of showing his originality of character.
" I never make one of an assemblage of this sort without speculating as to the
amount of care which each member of the company has brought out along
with him. Did it ever," he will ask his companion abruptly, for sudden
inquiries are much in his way — " Did it ever occur to you to occupy yourself
with such a question ? " These sudden and bewildering inquiries are indeed
an important part of the stock-in-trade of the genuine Startler. "Did you
ever consider," he will demand of some timid young lady, "what death
you would like to die ? " or, " Did it ever strike you that it would be a
very pleasant thing to be thrown ashore on a desert island ? " The well-
known gentleman — surely his name must have been Joseph Miller — who
asked his partner in a quadrille whether she wore flannel next her skin,
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must certainly have belonged to this tribe of startlers whose habits we are
considering.
The position occupied by the members of this species, even among the
minor talkers, is not a high one. The startler, with all his assumption of
originality and profundity is, after all, but a poor creature. He counts on
great submission and docility in those whom he engages in conversation.
He pre}Ts upon timid women and young girls, who make convenient replies
to his observations. " What a singular remark," or " What a strange
person you are," they will say. So long as his startling sayings are
received in this way he does very well, but he cannot carry out his own
arguments, or support the paradoxes which he delights to start. If
anybody stands up to him he is quickly at the end of his resources, and
whenever he is requested to explain his meaning, floundering invariably
ensues.
There is a variety of this species which may prove interesting to the
talk-student, and which must, therefore, be noticed, though very briefly.
This is the talker who deals in paradox, and whose greatest pleasure it is
to controvert, as often as possible, the maxims which have been hitherto
received by all mankind as indubitably and incontestably true. " Honesty
the best policy," this gentleman will say in a scoffing tone ; " there was
never a greater mistake." And then he will go on to relate how he once
knew a doctor who felt it to be his duty to tell one of his patients, a rich
old lady, that there was nothing the matter with her, and how the medical
gentleman in question not only thereby lost a patient who was a source of
regular income to him, but also got cut out of the old lady's will, in which
he had originally been down for a thumping legacy. " Honesty the best
policy ! " says this sceptic, derisively. " I believe it to be — in the present
state of society — the very worst policy which can be made use of." " And
who is it," this same personage will ask, " who says that man wants but
little here below ? Goldsmith, isn't it ? Well, I'm ashamed of him. How
could he display such gross ignorance ? Little ! Wants little ! A man
wants enormously much, as it seems to me. He wants a house in town,
and an estate in the country, and a shooting-box in Scotland, and a pied-
a-terre in Paris. He wants two comfortable carriages at the very lowest
computation, and at least three coach-horses, and a hack for riding. He
wants a coachman and grooms, and indoor servants and outdoor servants
without number. He wants five great-coats of different thicknesses ; but
there is no end — positively no end — to his wants ; and to make out even
an incomplete list of them would occupy us from lunch till dinner-time at
the very least." It is to sentiments of this sort that the paradoxical
talker is in the habit of giving utterance. He will ask you in the gravest
manner if you don't delight in an east-wind, and will tell you that he
always feels in better health and in higher spirits when the wind blows
from the east than at any other time. This is a very tiresome variety of
talker ; and being spasmodic in his utterances, and incapable of sustained
738 SOME CHAPTERS ON TALK.
effort, he is of little value at the dinner-table, or indeed anywhere else.
I think that there is nothing to be learnt by further consideration of his
habits, so we may as well dismiss him at once.
There is a curious little personage of whom mention may fitly be made
just now, and without some notice of whom no list of talkers would be
complete. This is the phraseologist, an imitative talker who continually
introduces conventional phrases into his unmeaning, harmless chatter.
This is the individual who calls a horse "a steed," and a letter "an
epistle." He talks about "festive boards" and "graphic descriptions,"
and when he goes to see a picture in the artist's studio will, ten to one,
inform the painter that he has made " a great stride " since last year. I
am afraid that this variety of the talking tribe is capable of calling a
physician " a son of Esculapius ;" and I know for certain that when he
tells you a story in which what somebody said to him on a particular
occasion has to be repeated, he always says, " He addressed mo as
follows."
This little gentleman is extraordinarily polite to ladies. He jumps
about like a parched-pea when a member of what he of course calls " the
fair sex" enters the room. "Nay," he says, " if there are to be ladies of
the party," and straightway he hugs to him, so to speak, every sort of dis-
comfort, revelling in unnecessary and unappreciated self-sacrifice, and
seeming to enjoy it. It is unnecessary to add that he calls fire the
"devouring element ;" and that when any one is drowned, he is spoken
of as having found a " watery grave." He says of many things that they
"manage this matter better in France," and Lord Macaulay's detestable
New Zealander is seldom out of his mouth.
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lath ifo (Simit-fullcr.
CHAPTER IV.
JACK GOES TO SLEEP IN THE WOOD.
^_X.OC:EATHERSTON VICARAGE was
a quaint, dreary, silent old baked
block of bricks and stucco, standing
on one of those low Lincolnshire
hillocks — I do not know the name
for them. They are not hills, but
mounds ; they have no shape or
individuality, but they roll in on
every side ; they enclose the hori-
zon ; they stop the currents of fresh
air ; they give no feature to the
foreground. There was no reason
why the vicarage should have been
built upon this one, more than
upon any other, of the monotonous
waves of the dry ocean of land
which spreads and spreads about
Featherston, unchanging in its
monotonous line. To look from
the upper windows of the vicarage is like looking out at sea, with nothing
but the horizon to watch — a dull sand and dust horizon, with monotonous
waves and lines that do not even change or blend like the waves of the sea.
Anne was delighted with the place when she first came. Of course it
was not to compare with Sandsea for pleasantness and freshness, but the
society was infinitely better. Not all the lodging-houses at Sandsea could
supply such an eligible circle of acquaintances as that which came driving
up day after day to the vicarage door. The carriages, after depositing
their owners, would go champing up the road to the little tavern of "The
Five Horseshoes," at the entrance of the village, in search of hay and
beer for the horses and men. Anne in one afternoon entertained two
honourables, a countess, and two Lady Louisas. The countess was Lady
Kidderminster and one of the Lady Louisas was her daughter. The other
was a nice old maid, a cousin of Mrs. Myles, and she told Mrs. Trevithic
something more of poor Mary Myles' married life than Anne had ever
known before.
740 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.
" It is very distressing," said Anne, with a lady-like volubility, as she
vralked across the lawn with her guest to the carriage, " when married
people do not get on comfortably together. Depend upon it, there are
generally faults on both sides. I daresay it is very uncharitable of me,
but I generally think the woman is to blame when things go wrong," said
Anne, with a little conscious smirk. " Of course we must be content to
give up some things when we many. Sandsea was far pleasanter than
this as a residence ; but where my husband's interests were concerned,
Lady Louisa, I did not hesitate. I hope to get this into some order in
time, as soon as I can persuade Mr. Trevithic."
" You were quite right, quite right," said Lady Louisa, looking round
approvingly at the grass-grown walks and straggling hedges. " Although
Mary is my own cousin, I always felt that she did not understand poor
Tom. Of course he had hi£ little fidgety ways, like the rest of us."
(Mary had never described her husband's little fidgety ways to any-
body at much length, and if brandy and blows and oaths were among
them, these trifles were forgotten now that Tom was respectably interred
in the family vault and beyond reproaches.)
Lady Louisa went away favourably impressed by young Mrs.
Trevithic's good sense and high-mindedness. Anne, too, was very
much pleased with her afternoon. She went and took a complacent turn
in her garden after the old lady's departure. She hardly knew where the
little paths led to as yet, nor the look of the fruit-walls and of the twigs
against the sky, as people do who have well paced their garden-walks in
rain, wind, and sunshine, in spirits and disquiet, at odd times and sad
times and happy ones. It was all new to Mrs. Trevithic, and she glanced
about as she went, planning a rose-tree here, a creeper there, a clearance
among the laurels. "I must let in a peep of the church through
that elm-clump, and plant some fuchsias along that bank," she thought.
(Anne was fond of fuchsias.) And John must give me a hen-house.
The cook can attend to it. The place looks melancholy and neglected
without any animals about ; we must certainly buy a pig. What a very
delightful person Lady Kidderminster is ; she asked me what sort of carriage
we meant to keep — I should think with economy we might manage a pair.
I shall get John to leave everything of that sort to me. I shall give him
so much for his pocket-money and charities, and do the very best I can
with the rest. And Anne sincerely meant it when she made this determina-
tion, and walked along better pleased than ever, feeling that with her hand
to pilot it along the tortuous way their ship could not run aground, but
would come straight and swift into the haven of country society, for which
they were making, drawn by a couple of prancing horses, and a riding
horse possibly for John. And seeing her husband coming through the
gate and crossing the sloping lawn, Anne hurried to meet him with glowing
pink cheeks and tips to her eyelids and nose, eager to tell him her schemes
and adventures.
Trevithic himself had come homo tired and dispirited, and he could
JACK THE GIANT-KILLEH. 741
scarcely listen to his wife's chirrups with very great sympathy or
encouragement.
" Lady Kidderminster wishes us to set up a carriage and a pair of
horses ! " Poor Trevithic cried out aghast, " Why, my dear Anne, you
must be — must be .... What do you imagine our income to be ? "
" I know very well what it is," Anne said with a nod ; " better than
you do, sir. With care and economy a very great deal is to be done.
Leave everything to me and don't trouble your foolish old head."
" But, my dear, you must listen for one minute," Trevithic said. " One
thousand a year is not limitless. There are calls and drains upon our
incomings "
" That is exactly what I wanted to speak to you about, John," said
his wife, gravely. " For one thing, I have been thinking that your mother
has a very comfortable income of her own," Anne said, " and I ain
sure she would gladly . . . . "
" I have no doubt she would," Trevithic interrupted, looking full in
his wife's face, " and that is the reason that I desire that the subject may
never be alluded to again, either to her or to me. He looked so decided
and stern, and his grey eagle eyes opened wide in a way his wife knew
that meant no denial. Vexed as she was, she could not help a momentaiy
womanly feeling of admiration for the undaunted and decided rule of the
governor of this small kingdom in which she was vicegerent ; she felt
a certain pride in her husband, not in what was best in his temper and
heart, but in the outward signs that any one might read. His good looks,
his manly bearing, his determination before which she had to give way
again and again, impressed her oddly : she followed him with her eyes as
he walked away into the house, and went on with her calculations as she
still paced the gravel path, determining to come back secretly to the
charge, as was her way, from another direction, and failing again, only to
ponder upon a fresh attack.
And meanwhile Anne was tolerably happy trimming her rose-trees, and
arranging and rearranging the furniture, visiting at the big houses, and
corresponding with her Mends, and playing on the piano, and, with her
baby, in time, when it came to live with them in the vicarage. Trevithic
was tolerably miserable, fuming and consuming his days in a restless,
impatient search for the treasures which did not exist in the arid fields
and lanes round about the vicarage. He certainly discovered a few well-
to-do farmers riding about their enclosures on their rough horses, and
responding with surly nods to his good-humoured advances ; a few old
women selling lollipops in their tidy front kitchens, shining pots and pans,
starch caps, the very pictures of respectability ; little tidy children trotting
to school along the lanes, hand in hand, with all the strings on their pina-
fores, and hard-working mothers scrubbing their parlours, or hanging out
their linen to dry. The cottages were few and far between, for the farmers
farmed immense territories ; the labourers were out in the fields at sunrise,
and toiled all clay, and staggered home worn-out and stupefied at night ;
742 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.
the little pinafores released from school at midday, would trot along the
furrows with their fathers' and brothers' dinners tied up in bundles, and
drop little frightened curtseys along the hedges when they met the vicar
on his rounds. Dreary, dusty rounds they were — illimitable circles. The
country-folks did not want his sermons, they were too stupid to under-
stand what he said, they were too aimless and dispirited. Jack the Giant-
Killer's sleep lasted exactly three years in Trevithic's case, during which
the time did not pass, it only ceased to be. Once old Mr. Bellingham
paid them a visit, and once Mrs. Trevithic, senior, arrived with her
cap-boxes, and then every thing again went on as usual, until Dulcie
came to live with her father and mother in the old sun-baked, wasp-
haunted place.
Dulcie was a little portable almanac to mark the time for both of
them, and the seasons and the hour of the day, something in this
fashion : —
Six months and Dulcie began to crawl across the druggeted floor of
her father's study ; nine months to crow and hold out her arms ; a year
must have gone by, for Dulcie was making sweet inarticulate chatterings
and warblings, which changed into words by degrees — wonderful words of
love and content and recognition, after her tiny life-long silence. Dulcie's
clock marked the time of day something in this fashion : —
Dulcie's breakfast o'clock.
Dulcie's walk in the garden o'clock.
Dulcie's dinner o'clock.
Dulcie's bedtime o'clock, &c.
All the tenderness of Jack's heart was Dulcie's. Her little fat fingers
would come tapping and scratching at his study-door long before she could
walk. She was not in the least afraid of him, as her mother was some-
times. She did not care for his sad moods, nor sympathize with his
ambitions, or understand the pangs and pains he suffered, the regrets and
wounded vanities and aspirations. "Was time passing, was he wasting his
youth and strength in that forlorn and stagnant Lincolnshire fen ? "WTiat
was it to her ? Little Dulcie thought that when he crossed his legs and
danced her on his foot, her papa was fulfilling all the highest duties of
life ; and when she let him kiss her soft cheek, it did not occur to her that
every wish of her heart was not gratified. Hard-hearted, unsympathetic,
trustful, and appealing little comforter and companion ! Whatever it
might be to Anne, not even Lady Kidderminster's society soothed and
comforted Jack as Dulcie's did. This small Egyptian was a hard task-
mistress, for she gave him bricks to make without any straw, and kept
him a prisoner in a land of bondage ; but for her he would have thrown up
the work that was so insufficient for him, and crossed the Red Sea, and
chanced the fortunes of life ; but with Dulcie and her mother hanging
to the skirts of his long black clerical coat, how could he go ? Ought
he to go ? 400/. a year is a large sum to get together, but a small one
to provide for three people — so long as a leg of mutton costs seven
JACK THE GIANT-KILLER, 743
shillings and there are but twenty shillings in the pound and 3C5 days
in the year.
It was a hot, sultry afternoon, the dust was lying thick upon the lanes,
on the country roads, that went creeping away white in the glare to this
and that distant sleepy hollow. The leaves in the hedges were hanging
upon their stalks ; the convolvuluses and blackberries drooped their heads
beneath the clouds that rose from the wreaths and piles of dust along the
way. Four o'clock was striking from the steeple, and echoing through
the hot still air ; nobody was to be seen, except one distant figure crossing
a stubble-field ; the vicarage windows were close shuttered, but the gate
was on the latch, and the big dog had just sauntered lazily through. Anne
heard the clock strike from her darkened bed-room, where she was lying
upon the sofa resting. Dulcie playing in her nursery counted the strokes.
" Tebben, two, one ; nonner one," that was how she counted. John heard
the clock strike as he was crossing the dismal stubble-field ; everything
alse was silent. Two butterflies went flitting before him in the desolate
^lare. It was all so still, so dreary, and feverish, that he tried to escape
into a shadier field, and to force his way through a gap in the parched
hedge regardless of Farmer Burr's fences and restrictions.
On the other side of the hedge there was a smaller field, a hollow with
long grasses and nut hedges and a little shade, and a ditch over which
Trevithic sprang with some remnant of youthful spirit. He sprang,
breaking through the briars and countless twigs and limp wreathed leaves,
making a foot- standing for himself among the lank grasses and dull autumn
lowers on the other side, and as he sprang he caught a sight of something
lying in the ditch, something with half-open lips and dim glazed eyes,
turned upwards under the crossing diamond network of the shadow and
light of the briars.
What was this that was quite still, quite inanimate, lying in the sultry
?low of the autumn day ? Jack turned a little sick, and leapt back down
imong the dead leaves, and stooped over a wan helpless figure lying there
motionless and ghastly, with its head sunk back in the dust and tangled
weeds. It was only a worn and miserable-looking old man, whose meek,
starved, weary face was upturned to the sky, whose wan lips were drawn
apart, and whose thin hands were clutching at the weeds. Jack gently
.ried to loosen the clutch, and the poor fingers gave way in an instant and
•'ell helplessly among the grasses, frightening a field-mouse back into its
hole. But this helpless, loose fall first gave Trevithic some idea of life
in the hopeless figure, for all its wan, rigid lines. He put his hand under
he rags which covered the breast. There was no pulse at first, but pre-
sently the heart just fluttered, and a little colour came into the pale face,
ind there was a long sigh, and then the glazed eyes closed.
John set to work to rub the cold hands and the stiff body. It was all
he could do, for people don't walk about with boltles of brandy and blankets
:n their pockets ; but he rubbed and rubbed, and some of the magnetism of
744 JACK THE GIANT-KILLEIt.
his own vigorous existence seemed to enter into the poor soul at his knees,
and another faint flush of life came into the face, and the eyes opened this
time naturally and bright, and the figure pointed faintly to its lips. Jack
understood, and he nodded ; gave a tug to the man's shoulders, and
propped him up a little higher against the bank. Then he tied his hand-
kerchief round the poor old bald head to protect it from the sun, and
sprang up the side of the ditch. He had remembered a turnpike upon the
highway, two or three hundred yards beyond the boundary of -the next field.
Lady Kidderminster, who happened to be driving along that afternoon
on her way to the Potlington flower-show, and who was leaning back
comfortably under the hood of her great yellow barouche, was surprised to
see from under the fringe of her parasol the figure of a man suddenly
bursting through a hedge on the roadside, and waving a hat and shouting,
red, heated, disordered, frantically signing to the coachman to stop.
" It's a Fenian," screamed her ladyship.
" I think ; — yes, it's Mr. Trevithic," said her companion.
The coachman, too, had recognized Jack and began to draw up ; but
the young man, who had now reached the side of the carriage, signed to
him to go on.
" Will you give me a lift ? " he said, gasping and springing on to the
step. " How d'ye do, Lady Kidderminster ? I heard your wheels and
made an effort," and Jack turned rather pale. " There is a poor fellow
dying in a ditch. I want some brandy for him and some help ; stop at the
turnpike," he shouted to the coachman, and then he turned with very good
grace to Lady Kidderminster, aghast and not over-pleased. " Pray forgive
me," he said. "It was such a chance catching you. I never thought I
should have done it. I was two fields off. Why, how d'ye do, Mrs.
Myles ? " And still holding on to the yellow barouche by one hand, he put
out the other to his old acquaintance, Mary Myles, with the still kind eyes,
who was sitting in state by the countess.
" You will take me back, and the brandy, I know ? " said Trevithic.
" Is it anybody one knows ? " said the countess.
" Only some tramp," said Jack : "but it's a mercy I met you." And
before they reached the turnpike, he had jumped down, and was explaining
his wants to the bewildered old chip of a woman who collected the tolls.
" Your husband not here ? a pity," said John. " Give me his brandy-
bottle ; it will be of some good for once." And he disappeared into the
lodge, saying, — " Would you please have the horses' heads turned, Lady
Kidderminster ? In a minute he was out again. Here, put this in " (to
the powdered footman), and John thrust a blanket off the bed, an old
three-legged chair, a vrash-jug full of water, and one or two more miscel-
laneous objects into the man's arms. "Now back again," he said, "as
quick as you can ! " And he jumped in with his brandy; and the great
barouche groaned, and at his command actually sped off once more along
the road. " Make haste," said Trevithic ; "the man is dying for want
of a dram."
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The sun blazed hot in their faces. The footman sat puzzled and dis-
gusted on his perch, clasping the blanket and the water-jug. Lady Kidder-
minster was not sure that she was not ofiended by all the orders
Mr. Trevithic was giving her servants ; Mrs. Myles held the three-legged
chair up on the seat opposite with her slender wrist, and looked kind and
sympathetic ; John hardly spoke, — he was thinking what would be best
to do next.
"I am so sorry," he said, "but I am afraid you must wait for us,
Lady Kidderminster. I'll bring him up as soon as I can, and we will
drop him at the first cottage. You see nobody else may pass for hours."
" We shall be very late for our fl — ," Lady Kidderminster began,
faintly, and then stopped ashamed at the look in Trevithic' s honest face
which she saw reflected in Mrs. Myles' eyes.
" Oh, my dear Lady Kidderminster," cried Mrs. Myles, bending
forward from her nest of white muslins. " We must wait."
"Of course we will wait," said Lady Kidderminster hastily, as the
coachman stopped at the gap through which Jack had first made his
appearance. Trevithic was out in an instant.
" Bring those things quick," said Jack to the magnificent powder- and-
plush man ; and he set off running himself as hard as he could go, with
his brandy-flask in one hand and the water-jug in the other.
For an instant the man hesitated and looked at his mistress, but Lady
Kidderminster had now caught something of Mr. Trevithic' s energy : she
imperiously pointed to the three-legged chair, and Tomlins, who was*
good-natured in the main, seeing Jack's figure rapidly disappearing in the
distance, began to ran too, with his silken legs plunging wildly, for
pumps and stubble are not the most comfortable of combinations. When
Tomlins reached the ditch at last, Jack was pouring old Glossop's
treacle -like brandy down the poor gasping tramp's throat, dashing water
into his face and gradually bringing him to life again ; the sun was
streaming upon the two, the insects buzzing, and the church clock striking
the half-hour.
There are combinations in life more extraordinary than pumps and
ploughed fields. When Trevithic and Tomlins staggered up to the
carriage carrying the poor old ragged, half-lifeless creature on the chair
between them, the two be-satined and be -feathered ladies made way and
helped them to put poor helpless old Davy Hopkins with all his rags into
the soft-cushioned corner, and drove off with him in triumph to the little
public at the entrance of Featherston, where they left him.
" You have saved that man's life," said Jack, as he said good-by to
the two ladies. They left him standing, glad and excited, in the middle of
the road, with bright eyes and more animation and interest in his face
than there had been for many a day.
" My dear Jack, what is this I hear ? " said Anne, when he got home.
" Have you been to the flower-show with Lady Kidderminster ? Who was
that in the carriage with her ? What a state you are in."
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Jack told her his story, but Mrs. Trevithic scarcely listened. " Oh,"
said she, " I thought you had been doing something pleasant. Mrs.
Myles was very kind. It seeins to me rather a fuss about nothing, but
of course you know best."
Little Dulcie saw her father looking vexed : she climbed up his leg and
got on his knee, and put her round soft cheek against his. " Sail I
luboo ? " said she.
CHAPTER V.
BLUNDERBORE AND ms TWO HEADS.
•
WHEN Jack went to see his protege next day, he found the old man sitting
up in the bar warming his toes, and finishing off a basin of gruel and a
tumbler of porter with which the landlady had supplied him. Mrs. Penfold
was a frozen sort of woman, difficult to deal with, but kind-hearted when
the thaw once set in, and though at first she had all but refused to receive
poor old Davy into her house, once having relented and opened her door
to him she had warmed and comforted him, and brought him to life in
triumph, and now looked upon him with a certain self-contained pride and
satisfaction as a favourable specimen of her art.
" He's right eno'," said Mrs. Penfold, with a jerk of the head. " Ye
can go in and see him in the bar." And Jack went in.
The bar was a comfortable little oaken refuge and haven for Miles and
Hodge, where they stretched their stiff legs safe from the scoldings of their
wives and the shrill cries of their children. The shadows of the sunny-
latticed window struck upon the wooden floor, the fire burnt most part of
the year on the stone hearth, where the dry branches and logs were crackling
cheerfully, with a huge black kettle hissing upon the bars. Some one
had christened it " Tom," and from its crooked old spout at any hour of
the day a hot and sparkling stream went flowing into the smoking grog-
glasses, and into Penfold's punch-pots and Mrs. Penfold's teacups and
soup-pans.
Davy's story was a common one enough, — a travelling umbrella-
mender — hard times — fine weather, no umbrellas to mend, and " parasols
ain't no good ; so cheap they are," he said, with a shake of the head ;
" they ain't worth the mendin'." Then an illness, and then the work-
house, and that was all his history.
" I ain't sorry I come out of the 'ouse ; the ditch was the best place of
the two," said Davy. " You picked me out of the ditch ; you'd have left
me in the 'ouse, sir, all along with the ruck. I don't blame ye," Davy
said ; " I see'd ye there for the first time when I was wuss off than I ever
hope to be in this life again ; ye looked me full in the face, and talked on
with them two after ye — devil take them, and he will."
" I don't remember you," said John. " Where was it ? "
" Hamrnersley workus," said Davy. " Don't TOU remember Ham-
JACK THE GIANT-KILLEB. 747
merslcy Union ? I was in the bed under the winder, and I says to my
pardner (there were two on us), says I, — ' That chap looks as if he might
do us a turn.' « Not he,' says my pardner. ' They are werry charitable,
and come and stare at us ; that's all,' says he, and he was right you see,
sir. He'd been in five years come Christmas, and knew more about it
than I did then."
" And you have left it now '? " said Trevithic, with a strange expression
of pity in his face.
" So I 'ave, sir, I'm bound to say," said Davy, finishing off his
porter, " and I'd rather die in the ditch any day than go back to that
d place."
" It looked clean and comfortable enough," said Trevithic.
"Clean, comfirable ! " said Davy. "Do you think I minds a little
dirt, sir ? Did you look under the quilts ? Why, the vermin was a-running
all over the place like flies, so it were. It come dropping from the
ceiling ; and my pardner he were paralytic, and he used to get me to wipe
the bugs off his face with a piece of paper. Shall I tell ye what it was
like ? " And old Davy, in his ire, began a history so horrible, so sickening,
that Trevithic flushed up as he listened, — an honest flush and fire of
shame and indignation.
" I tell j<m fairly I don't believe half you say," said Jack, at last. " It
is too horrible and unnatural."
" True there," said Davy, comforted by his porter and his gruel. "It
ain't no great matter to me if you believes 'arf or not, sir. I'm out of that
hole, and I ain't agoin' back. Maybe your good lady has an umbrella
wants seeing to ; shall I call round and ask this afternoon, sir ? "
Jack nodded and said he might come if he liked, and went home,
thinking over the history he had heard. It was one of all the histories
daily told in the sunshine, of deeds done in darkness. It was one grain of
seed falling into the ground and taking root. Jack felt a dull feeling of
shame and sadness ; an uncomfortable pricking as of a conscience which
had been benumbed ; a sudden pain of remorse, as he walked along the
dusty lane which led to the vicarage. He found his wife in the drawing-
room, writing little scented notes to some of her new friends, and accepting
proffered dinners and teas and county hospitalities. Little Dulcie was
lying on her back on a rug, and crooning and chattering ; the shutters
were closed ; there was a whiff of roses and scented water coming in from
the baking lanes. It was a -pretty home-picture, all painted in cool
whites and greys and shadows, and yet it had by degrees grown intoler-
able to him, Jack looked round, and up and down, and then with a
sudden impulse he went up and took his wife's hand, and looked her full
in the face. "Anne," he said, " could you give up something for me
— something, everything, except what is yours as a right ? Dear, it is
all so nice, but I am very unhappy here. May I give up this pretty
home, and will you come and live with me where we can be of more
use than we are here ? " He looked so kind and so imploring, that for
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an instant Anne almost gave way and agreed to anything. There was a
bright constraining power in Jack's blue eye which had to deal with
magnetism, I believe, and which his wife wras one of the few people to
resist. She recovered herself almost immediately.
" How ridiculous you are, John," she said, pettishly. " Of course I
will do anything in reason ; but it seems to me very wrong and unnatural
and ungrateful of you," said Mrs. Trevithic, encouraging herself as she
went on, " not to be happy when you have so much to be thankful for ; and
though, of course, I should be the last to allude to it, yet I do think when
I have persuaded papa to appoint you to this excellent living, considering
how young you are and how much you owe to him, it is not graceful, to
say the least, on your part . . . ."
John turned away and caught up little Dulcie, and began tossing her
in the air. " Well," said he, " we won't discuss this now. I have made
up my mind to take a week's holiday," he added, with a sort of laugh.
" I am going to stay with Frank Austin till Saturday. Will you tell them
to pack up my things ?"
" But, my dear, we are engaged to the Kidd . . . ."
" You must write and make my excuses," Jack said, wearily. " I must
go. I have some business at Hammersley." And he left the room.
Chances turn out so strangely at times that some people, — women
especially, who live quietly at home and speculate upon small matters — look
on from afar and wonder among themselves as they mark the extraordinary
chain-work of minute stitches by which the mighty machinery of the world
works on. Men who are busy and about, here and there in life, are more
apt to take things as they find them, and do not stop to speculate how
this or that comes to be. It struck Jack oddly when he heard from his
friend Frank Austin that the chaplain who had been elected instead of him
at the workhouse was ill and obliged to go away for a time. "He is trying
to find some one to take his place, and to get off for a holiday," said
Mr. Austin. " He is a poor-sort of creature, and I don't think he has got
on very well with the guardians."
"I wonder," said Trevithic, " whether I could take the thing for a time ?
We might exchange, you know ; I am tired of play, heaven knows. There
is little enough to do at Featherston, and he might easily look after my
flock while I take the work here off his hands."
" I know you always had a hankering after those unsavoury flesh-
pots," Austin said, with a laugh. " I should think Skipper would jump at
your offer, and from all I hear there is plenty to be done here, if it is
work you are in want of. Poor little Skipper did his best at one
time ; I believe he tried to collect a fund for some of the poor creatures
who couldn't be taken in, but what is one small fish like him among so
many guardians ? " said Mr. Austin, indulging in one of those clerical
jokes to which Mr. Trollope has alluded in his delightful Chronicles.
Jack wrote off to his bishop and to his wife by that day's post. Two
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different answers reached him ; his wife's came next day, his bishop's
three days later.
Poor Anno was frantic, as well she might be. " Come to Hammersley
for two months in the heat of the summer ; bring little Dulcie ; break up
her home ! — Never. Throw over Lady Kidderminster's Saturdays ; admit a
stranger to the vicarage ! — Never ! Was her husband out of his senses ? "
She was deeply, deeply hurt. He must come back immediately, or more
serious consequences than he imagined might ensue.
Trevithic's eyes filled up with tears as he crumpled the note up in his
hand and flung it across the room. It was for this he had sacrificed the
hope of his youth, of his life, — for this. It was too late now to regret, to
think of what another fate might have been. Marriage had done him this
cruel service : — It had taught what happiness might be, what some love
might be, but it had withheld the sweetness of the fruit of the tree of life,
and only disclosed the knowledge of good and of evil to this unhappy
Adam outside the gates of the garden.
Old Mr. Bellingham did not mend matters by writing a trembling and
long-winded remonstrance. Lady Kidderminster, to whom Anne had com-
plained, pronounced Trevithic mad; she had had some idea of the kind, she
said, that day when he behaved in that extraordinary manner in the lane.
"It's a benevolent mania," said Lord Axminster, her eldest son.
Mrs. Myles shook her head, and began, " He is not mad, most noble
lady. ..." Mrs. Trevithic, who was present, flushed up with resentment
at Mrs. Myles venturing to quote scripture in Jack's behalf. She did not
look over-pleased when Mrs. Myles added that she should see Mr. Trevithic
probably when she went to stay at Hammersley with her cousin, Mrs.
Gamier, and would certainly go and see him at his work.
Jack, who was in a strange determined mood, meanwhile wrote back
to his wife to say that he felt that it was all very hard upon her ; that
he asked it from her goodness to him and her wifely love ; that he would
make her very happy if she would only consent to come, and if not she
must go to her father's for a few weeks until he had got this work done.
"Indeed it is no sudden freak, dear," he wrote. "I had it in my mind
before" — (John hesitated here for a minute and took his pen .off the paper)
— " that eventful day when I walked up to the rector, and saw you and
learnt to know you." So he finished his sentence. But his heart sank
as he posted the letter. Ah me ! he had dreamed a different dream.
If his correspondence with his wife did not prosper as it should have
done, poor Trevithic was greatly cheered by the bishop's letter, which not
only gave consent to this present scheme, but offered him, if he wished
for more active duty, the incumbency of St. Bigots in the North, which
would shortly be vacant in Hammersley, and which, although less valu-
able than his present living as far as the income was concerned, wns
much more so as regards the souls to be saved, which were included in
the bargain.
750 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.
New brooms sweep clean, says the good old adage. After ho took up
his residence at St. Magdalene's, Jack's broomstick did not begin to sweep
for seven whole days. He did not go back to Featherston ; Anne had left
for Sandsea ; and Mr. Skipper was in possession of 'the rectory, and
Trevithic was left in that of 500 paupers in various stages of misery and
decrepitude, and of a two-headed creature called Bulcox, otherwise termed
the master and the matron of the place. Jack waited ; he felt that if ho
began too soon he might ruin everything, get into trouble, stir up the
dust, which had been lying so thickly, and make matters worse than before ;
he waited, watched, looked about him, asked endless questions, to not one
of which the poor folks dared give a truthful answer. " Nurse was werry
kind, that she was, and most kinsiderate, up any time o' night and day,"
gasped poor wretches, whose last pinch of tea had just been violently
appropriated by " nurse " with the fierce eyebrows sitting over the fire, and
who would lie for hours in an agony of pain before they dared awaken her
from her weary sleep. For nurse, whatever her hard rapacious heart
might be, was only made of the same aching bones and feeble flesh as
the rest of them. " Everybody was kind and good, and the mistress camo
round reg'lar and ast them what they wanted. The tea was not so nice
perhaps as it might be, but they was not wishin' to complain." So they
moaned on for the first three days. On the fourth one or two cleverer
and more truthful than the rest began to whisper that " nurse " sometimes
indulged in a drop too much ; that she had been very unmanageable the
night before, had boxed poor Tilly's ears — poor simpleton. They all loved
Tilly, and didn't like to see her hurt. See, there was the bruise on her
cheek, and Tilly, a woman of thirty, but a child in her ways, came shyly
up in a pinafore, with a doll in one arm and a finger in her mouth. All
the old hags sitting on their beds smiled at her as she went along. This
poor witless Tilly was the pet of the ward, and they did not like to have her
beaten. Trevithic was affected, he brought Tilly some sugar-plums in his
pocket, and the old toothless crones brightened up and thanked him, nodding
their white night-caps encouragingly from every bed. Meanwhile John
sickened : the sights, the smells, the depression of spirits produced by this
vast suffering mass of his unlucky brothers and sisters, was too much for
?iim, and for "a couple of days he took to his bed. The matron came to
see him twice ; she took an interest in this cheerful new element, sparkling
still with full reflection of the world outside. She glanced admiringly at
his neatly appointed dressing-table, the silver top to his shaving-gear, and
the ivory brushes.
John was feverish and thirsty, and was draining a bottle of mirky-
looking water when Mrs. Bulcox came into the room. " What is that
you are drinking there, sir ? " said she. "My goodness, it's the water
from the tap, — we never touch it ! I'll send you some of ours ; the tap-
water comes through the cesspool and is as nasty as nasty can be."
" Is it what they habitually drink here ? " Trevithic asked, languidly.
" They're used to it," said Mrs. Bulcox ; " nothing hurts them."
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Jack turned away with an impatient movement, and Mrs. Bulcox went
off indignant at his want of courtesy. The fact was, that Jack already
knew more of the Bulcox' s doings than they had any conception of, poor
wretches, as they lay snoring the comfortable sleep of- callousness on their
snug pillows. "I don't 'alf like that chap," Mr. Bulcox had remarked
to his wife, and Mrs. Bulcox had heartily echoed the misgiving. "I
go to see him when he is ill," said she, " and he cuts me off as sharp
as anything. What business has he comin' prying and spying about
the place ? "
. What indeed ! The place oppressed poor Jack, tossing on his bed ;
it seemed to close in upon him, the atmosphere appeared to be full of
horrible moans and suggestions. In his normal condition Jack would
have gone to sleep like a top, done his best, troubled his head no more
on the subject of troubles he could not relieve ; but just now he was out
of health, out of spirits — although his darling desire was his — and more
susceptible to nervous influences and suggestions than he had ever been
in his life before. This night especially he was haunted and overpowered
by the closeness and stillness of his room. It looked out through bars
into a narrow street, and a nervous feeling of imprisonment and helpless-
ness came over him so strongly that, to shake it off, he jumped up at last
and partly dressed himself, and began to pace up and down the room. The
popular history of Jack the Giant-Killer gives a ghastly account of the
abode of BJunderbore; it describes " an immense room where lay the limbs
of the people lately seized and devoured," and Blunderbore " with a horrid
grin" telling Jack "that men's hearts eaten with pepper and vinegar
were his nicest food. The giant then locked Jack up," says the history,
" and went to fetch a friend."
Poor Trevithic felt something in Jack's position when the gates were
closed for the night, and he found himself shut in with his miserable
companions. He could from his room hear the bolts and the bars and
the grinding of the lock, and immediately a longing would seize him to
get out.
To-night, after pacing tip and down, he at last took up his hat
and a light in his hand, and opened his door and walked downstairs to
assure himself of his liberty and get rid of this oppressive feeling of
confinement. He passed the master's door and heard his snores, and then
he came to the lower door opening into the inner court. The keys were
in it — it was only locked on the inside. As Jack came out into the court-
yard he gave a great breath of relief: the stars were shining thickly
overhead, very still, very bright*; the place seemed less God-forgotten
than when he was up there in his bedroom : the fresh night-air blew in
his face and extinguished his light. He did not care, he put it down
in a corner by the door, and went on into the middle of the yard and
looked all round about him. Here and there from some of the windows
a faint light was burning and painting the bars in gigantic shadows upon
the walls ; and at the end of 'the court, from what seemed like a grating
752 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.
to a cellar, some dim rays were streaming upward. Trevithic was
surprised to see a light in such a place and he walked up to see, and then
he turned quickly away, and if like uncle Toby he swore a great oath
at the horrible sight he saw, it was but an expression of honest pity and
most Christian charity. The grating was a double grating and looked into
two cellars which were used as casual wards when the regular ward was
full. The sight Trevithic saw is not one that I can describe here.
People have read of such things as they are and were only a little while
ago when the Pall Mall Gazette first published that terrible account
which set people talking and asking whether such things should be and
could be still.
Old Davy had told him a great many sad and horrible things, but they
were not so sad or so horrible as the truth, as Jack now saw it. Truth,
naked, alas ! covered with dirt and vermin, shuddering with cold, moaning
with disease, and heaped and tossed in miserable uneasy sleep at the
bottom of her foul well. Every now and then a voice broke the darkness,
or a cough or a moan reached him from the sleepers above. Jack did
not improve his night's rest by his midnight wandering.
* Trevithic got well, however, next day, dressed himself, and went down
into the little office which had been assigned to him. His bedroom was over
the gateway of the workhouse and looked into the street. From his office
he had only a sight of the men's court, the wooden bench, the stone steps,
the grating. Inside was a stove and green drugget, a little library of books
covered with greasy brown paper for the use of those who could read.
There was not much to comfort or cheer him, and as he sat there he began
think a little disconsolately of his pleasant home, with its clean com-"
ibrtable appointments, the flowers round the window, the fresh chintzes,
and, above all, the dear little round face upturned to meet him at every
coming home.
It would not do to think of such things, and Jack put them away, but
he wished that Anne had consented to come to him. It seemed hard to
be there alone — him a father and a husband, with belongings of his
own. Trevithic, who was still weak and out of sorts, found himself
making a little languid castle in the air, of crooked places made straight,
of whited sepulchres made clean, of Dulcie, grown tall and sensible,
coming tapping at his door to cheer him when he was sad, and encourage
him when he was weary.
Had the fever come back, and could it be that he was wandering ? It
seemed to him that all the heads of the old men he could see through the
grating were turning, and that an apparition was passing by — an appari-
tion, gracious, smiling, looking in through the bars of his window, and
coming gently knocking at his door ; and then it opened, and a low voice
said, — " It's me, Mr. Trevithic — Mrs. Myles ; may I come in ? " and a
cool, grey phantom stepped into the dark little room. " How ill you are
looking," Mrs. Myles said, compassionately. " I came to ask you to come
back and dine with us ; I am only here for a day or two with my cousin
JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 753
Fanny Gamier. She visits this place and brought me, and I thought of
rsking for you ; and do come, Mr. Trevithic. These — these persons showed
mo the way to your study." And she looked back at the grinning old heads
that were peeping in at the door. Mary Myles looked like the lady in
Comus — so sweet, and pure, and fair, with the grotesque faces, peering and
whispering all about her. They vanished when Trevithic turned, and
t tood behind the door watching and chattering like apes, for the pretty
lady to come out again. " I cannot tell you how glad we are that you
have come here, Mr. Trevithic," said Mrs. Myles. " Poor Fanny has half
broken her heart over the place, and Mr. Skipper was so hopeless that it
was no use urging him to appeal. You will do more good in a week than
he has done in a year. I must not wait now," Mrs. Myles added. " You
will come, won't you ? — at seven ; we have so much to say to you. Here
is the address."
As soon as Jack had promised to come, she left him, disappearing with
her strange little court hobbling after her to the very gate of the dreary place.
Jack was destined to have more than one visitor that afternoon. As
Jie still sat writing busily at his desk in the little office, a tap came at the
door. It was a different apparition this time, for an old woman's head
peeped in, and an old nutcracker- looking body, in her charity-girl's livery,
staggered feebly into his office and stood grinning slyly at him. " She
came to borrow a book," she said. " She couldn't read, not she, but, law
bless him, that was no matter." Then she hesitated. "He had been
speaking to Mike Rogers that morning. You wouldn't go and get us into
trouble," said the old crone, with a wistful, doubtful scanning interrogation
of the eyes : "but I am his good lady, and 'ave been these thirty years,
;ind it do seem hard upon the gals, and if you could speak the word, sir,
and get them out "
"Out?" said Jack.
"From the black kitchen — so they name it," said the old crone, mys-
teriously : " the cellar under the master's stairs. Kate Hill has been in
and out a week come yesterday. I knowed her grandmother, poor soul.
She shouldn't have spoke tighty to the missis ; but she is }7oung and
don't know no better, and my good man and me was thinking if maybe
you could say a word, sir — as if from yourself. Maybe you heard her as
you went upstairs, sir ; for we know our cries is 'eard."
So this was it. The moans in the air were not fancy, the complainings
had been the real complaints of some one in suffering and pain.
" Here is the book," said Jack, suddenly; "and I'm afraid you can
have no more snuff, ma'am." And with a start poor old Betty Rogers
nearly stumbled over the matron, who was standing at his door.
"Well, what is it you're wanting now?" said Mrs. Bulcox. "You
mustn't allow them to come troubling you, Mr. Trevithic."
" I am not here for long, Mrs. Bulcox," said Jack, shrugging his
shoulders. " While I stay I may as well do all I can for these poor
creatures."
754 JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.
A gleam of satisfaction caine into Mrs. Bulcox's face at the notion of
liis approaching departure. He had been writing all the morning, covering
sheets and sheets of paper. He had been doing no harm, and she felt
she could go out for an hour with her Bulcox, with an easy mind.
As Mr. and Mrs. Bulcox came home together, Jack, who was looking
from his bedroom window, saw them walking up the street. He had put
up his sheets of paper in an envelope, and stamped it, and addressed
it. He had not wasted his time during their absence, and he had visited
a part of the workhouse unknown to him before, having bribed one pauper
and frightened another into showing him the way. Mr. Bulcox coming
under the window heard Jack calling to him affably. " Would you be so
kind as to post this packet for me ? " cried Jack. The post-box was next-
door to the workhouse. " Thank you," he said, as Mr. Bulcox picked up
the thick letter which came falling to the ground at his feet. It was
addressed to Colonel the Hon. Charles Hambledon, Lowndes Square,
London. "Keeps very 'igh company," said Bulcox to his wife, and he
felt quite pleased to post a letter addressed to so distinguished a personage.
" Thank you," said Jack again, looking very savagely pleased and
amused ; "it was of importance." He did not add that it was a letter to
the editor of the Jupiter, who was a friend of his friend's. Trevithic liked
the notion of having got Bulcox to fix the noose round his own neck.
He felt ashamed of the part he was playing, but he did not hurry him-
self for that. It was necessary to know all, in order to sweep clean once
he began. Poor Kate Hill still in durance received a mysterious and
encouraging message, and one or two comforts were smuggled in to her
by her gaoler. On the Wednesday morning his letter would appear in
the Jupiter — nothing more could be done until then. Next day was
Tuesday : he would go over to Sandsea and talk Anne into reason, and
get back in time for the board ; and in the meantime Jack dressed himself
and went to dine with the widows.
CHAPTER VI.
THE PATMVE CUT A THREAD OF MRS. TREVITIITC'S KNITTING.
MRS. MYLES' cousin, Mrs. Gamier, lived in a quaint, comfortable-looking
low house on the Chester high-road, with one or two bow-windows and
gables standing out for no apparent reason, and a gallery upstairs, with
four or five windows, which led to the drawing-room.
The two widows were very fond of due another and often together ;
there was a similarity in tastes and age and circumstance. The chief
difference in their fate had been this — that Fanny Gamier had loved her
husband, although she could not agree with, him — for loving and agreeing
do not go together always — and Mary Myles' married life had been at
best a struggle for indifference and forgiveness ; she was not a very easily
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moulded woman ; she could do no more than forgive and repent her own
ill-doing in marrying as she did.
The trace of their two lives was set upon the cousins. A certain
coldness and self-reliance, a power of living for to-day and forgetting, was
Lhe chief gift that had come to Mary Myles out of the past experience of
her life. Fanny Gamier was softer, more impressionable, more easily
touched and assimilated by the people with whom she came in contact ;
she was less crisp and bright than Mary, and older, though she was the
same age. She had loved more and sorrowed more, and people remember
their sorrows in after-years when their angers are forgotten and have left
only a blank in their minds.
George Gamier, Fanny Garnier's husband, had belonged to that sect
of people who have an odd fancy in their world for making themselves and
other folks as miserable as they possibly can — for worrying and wearying
and torturing, for doubting and trembling, for believing far more eagerly
in justice (or retribution, which is their idea of justice) than in mercy.
Terror has a strange morbid attraction for these folks — mistrust, for all
they say, seems to be the motive power of their lives : they gladly offer
pain and tears and penitence as a ghastly propitiation. They are of all
religions and creeds ; they are found with black skins and woolly heads,
building up their altars and offering their human sacrifices in the unknown
African deserts ; they are chipping and chopping themselves before their
emerald-nosed idols, who sit squatting in unclean temples ; they are living
in the streets and houses all round about us, in George Garnier's pleasant
old cottage outside the great Hammersley city, or at number five, and six,
and seven in our street, as the case may be ; in the convent at Bayswater,
in the manses and presbyteries. You or I may belong to the fraternity,
so did many a better man, as the children say. St. Simon Stylites,
Athanasius, John Calvin, Milton, Ignatius Loyola, Savonarola, not to
speak of Saints A, B, C, D, and E.
Mary poured Jack out a big cup of strong tea, and brought it across
the lamp-lit room to him with her own white hands. Mrs. Gamier
shivered as she heard his story. The tea smoked, the lamps burnt among
the flower-stands, the wood fire blazed cheerfully, for Mrs. Myles was a
chilly and weak-minded person, and lit her fire all the year round, more
or less. Trevithic, comfortably sunk back in a big arm-chair, felt a
grateful sense of ease and rest and consolation. The atmosphere of the
little house was so congenial and fragrant, the two women were such
sympathizing listeners ; Mary Myles' bright eyes lighted with such kindly
interest ; while Mrs. Gamier, silent, available, sat with her knitting under
the shade of the lamp. The £oor fellow was not insensible to these
soothing influences. As he talked on, it seemed to him that for the first
time in his life he had realized what companionship and sympathy might
mean. Something invisible, harmonious, delicate, seemed to drive away
from him all thought of sin or misery and turmoil when in company
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with these two kind women. This was what a home might have been — a
warm, flower-scented, lamp-twinkling haven, with sweet still eyes to
respond and brighten at his success and to cheer his failing efforts. This
was what it never, never would be, and Trevithic put the thought away.
It was dangerous ground for the poor heart-weary fellow, longing for peace
and home, comfort and love ; whereas Anne, to whom he was bound to
look for these good things, was at Sandsea, fulfilling every duty of civilized
life, and not greatly troubled for her husband, but miserable on her own
account, hard and vexed and deeply offended.
Mrs. Trevithic was tripping along the south cliff on the afternoon of
the next day, when the sound of footsteps behind her made her stop and
look round. As she saw that it was her husband coining towards her, her
pale face turned a shade more pale.
" Oh, how d'ye do ? " Anne said. " I did not expect you. Have you
come for long ? " And she scarcely waited for him to come up to her, but
began to walk on immediately.
Poor John ; what a coming home ! He arrived with his various interests,
his reforms, his forthcoming letter in the Jupiter ; there was the offer of
the bishop's in his pocket — the momentary gladness and elation of return
— and this was all he had come back to !
" Have you come on business ? " Mrs. Trevithic asked.
" I wanted to see you and Dulcie," John answered ; " that was my
business. Time seems very long without you both. All this long time I
have only had Mrs. Myles to befriend me. I wish — I wish you would try
to like the place, Anne. The two ladies seem very happy there."
"Mrs. Myles, I have no doubt," said Anne bitterly. "No," she
cried, " you need not talk so to me. I know too much, too much, too
much," she said, with something like real pathos in her voice.
" My dearest Anne, what do you mean ? " Trevithic said kindly,
hurrying after her, for she was walking very fast.
" It is too late. I cannot forgive you. I am not one of those people
who can forget easily and forgive. Do you think I do not know that your
love is not mine — never was — never will be mine ? Do you think gossip
never reaches me here, far away, though I try to live in peace and away
from it all ? And you dare mention Mary Myles' name to me — you dare
• — you dare ! " cried Anne, in her quick fierce manner.
" Of course I dare," said Trevithic. " Enough of this, Anne," and
he looked as hard as Anne herself for a minute ; then he melted. " Dear
Anne, if something* has failed in our home hitherto, let us forgive one
another and make a new start in life. Listen," and he pulled out the
bishop's letter and read it to her. " I need not tell you how much I
wish for this."
His wife did not answer. At first he thought she was relenting. She
went a little wav down the side of the cliff and waited for him, and then
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suddenly turned upon him. The wash of the sea seemed to flow in time
vith her words.
' 'You are cruel — yes, cruel ! " said Anne, trembling very much, and
moved for once out of her calm. " You think I can bear anything, — I
cannot bear your insults any longer ! I must go, — leave you. Yes, listen
t ) me, I ic ill go, I tell you ! My father will keep me here, me and little
I>ulcie, and you can have your own way, John, and go where you like.
You love your own way better than anything else in the world, and it
\\ ill make up to you for the home which, as you say, has been a failure on
the whole." And Mrs. Trevithic tried to choke down a gulp of bitter
a:igry tears.
As she spoke John remembered a time not so very long ago, when
Anne had first sobbed out she loved him, and when the tears which she
sliould have gulped away had been allowed to overflow into those bitter
waters of strife — alas ! neither of them could have imagined possible
until now.
They had been walking side by side along the beach, the parson
trudging angrily a little a-head, with his long black coat flapping and
s Tinging against his legs; Anne skimming along skilfully after him,
^ith her quick slender footsteps; but as she went along she blamed him in
har heart for every roughness and inequality of the shore, and once when
she struck her foot against a stone her ire rose sore against him. Little
Pulcie from the rectory garden spied them out afar off, and pointed and
cupered to attract their attention ; but the father and mother were too
iiLuch absorbed in their own troubles to heed her, even if they could have
doscried her small person among the grasses and trees.
" You mean to say," said Jack, stopping short suddenly, and turning
round and speaking with a faint discordant jar in his voice, " that you
want to leave me, Anne ? "
" Yes," said Anne, quite calm and composed, with two glowing cheeks
that alone showed that a fire of some sort was smouldering within. " Yes,
John, I mean it. I have not been happy. I have not succeeded in
making you happy. I think we should both be better people apart than
together. I never, never felt so — so ashamed of myself in all my life as
since I have been married to you. I will stay here with papa. You have
given up your living ; you can now go and fulfil those duties which are
more to you than wife or children or home." Anne — who was herself
again by this time — calmly rolled up her parasol as she spoke and
st- >od waiting for an answer. I think she expected a tender burst of
remonstrance from, her husband, a pathetic appeal, an abandonment
possibly of the mad scheme which filled her with such unspeakable
in lignation. She had not counted on his silence. John stopped short
a second time, and stood staring at the sea. He was cut to the
heirt ; cruelly stunned and shocked and wounded by the pain, so
th it he had almost forgotten his wife's presence, or what he should say,
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or anything but the actual suffering that he was enduring. It seemed like
a revelation of a horrible secret to which he had been blind all along. It
was like a curse failing upon his home — undreamt of for a time, and
suddenly realized. A great swift hatred flamed up in his heart against
the calm and passive creature who had wrought it — who was there before
him waiting for his assent to her excellent arrangements ; a hatred, indeed,
of which she was unworthy and unconscious ; for Anne was a woman
of slow perception. It took a long time for her to realize the effect of
her words, or to understand what was passing in other people's minds.
She was not more annoyed now with Trevithic than she had been for a
long time past. She had no conception of the furies of scorn and hatred
which were battling and tearing at the poor fellow's kind heart ; she
had not herself begun to respond even to her own emotions ; and so
she stood quite quietly, expecting, like some stupid bird by the water's
edge, waiting for the wave to overwhelm her. " Do you not agree
with me ?" she said at last. Trevithic was roused by his wife's question,
and answered it. " Yes ; just as you wish," he said, in an odd,
cracked voice, with a melancholy jar in it. "Just as you like, Anne."
And without looking at her again, he began once more to tramp along
the shingle, crushing the pebbles under his feet as he went. The
little stones started and rolled away under his impatient tread. Anne
from habit followed him, without much thinking where she was going, or
what aim she had in so doing ; but she could not keep up with his strong
progress — the distance widened and widened between them. John walked
farther away, while Mrs. Trevithic following after, trying in vain to hasten
her lagging steps, grew sad and frightened all at once as she saw him
disappearing in the distance. Her feet failed, her heart sank, her courage
died away all suddenly. Like a flame blown out all the fire of her vexa-
tion and impatience was gone, and only a dreary nothing remained. And
more hard to -bear even than the troubles, the pains, the aches, the
longings of life, are its blanks and its wants. Outer darkness, with the
tormenting fires and the companion devils, is not the outer darkness that
has overwhelmed strong hearts with terror and apprehension. No words,
no response, silence, abandonment — to us weak, loving, longing human
creatures, that is the worst fate of all.
Anne became very tired, struggling after Trevithic. A gull flapped
across her path, and frightened her. Little by little she began to realize
that she had sent him away, and he was going. She could see him .still ;
he had not yet turned up the steps from the cliff to the rectory garden,
but he was gone as certainly as if she could no longer see him. And then
she began to learn in a void of incredulous amaze, poor sluggish soul,
that life was hard, very hard, and terribly remorseless ; that when you
strike, the blow falls ; that what 3*ou wish is not always what you want ;
that it is easy to call people to you once perhaps, and to send them away
once, but that when they come they stay, a#d when they go they are
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gone and all is over. Why was lie so headstrong, so ungrateful, so
u treasonable ? Was she not right to blame him ? and had he not owned
himself to be in the wrong? Ah, poor wife, poor wife! Something
c koking and blinding seemed to smite the unhappy woman in her turn.
She reached the steps at last that lead up the cliff to the rectory garden
vhere little Dulcie had been playing when her mother left her Anne
longed to find her there — to clutch her in her poor aching arms, and
cover her sweet little rosy face with kisses. "Dulcie," she called,
' Dulcie, Dulcie! " herToice echoing so sadly that it struck herself, but
Dulcie's cheery little scream of gladness did not answer, and Anne —
vho took this silence as a bad omen — felt her heart sink lower. In
a dim way she felt that if she could have met Dulcio all would have
leen well.
She was calling still, when some one answered ; figures came to the hail-
ed oor, half-a-dozen officious hands were outstretched, and friendly greetings
net her. There was Miss Triquett who was calling with Miss Moineaux,
and Miss Simmonds who had driven up in her basket-carnage, and old
Mr. Bellingham trying in a helpless way to entertain his visitresses, and to
riake himself agreeable to them ah1. The old gentleman, much relieved at
tae sight of his daughter, called her to him with a cheerful, " Ah, my dear,
1 ere you are. I shall now leave these ladies in better hands than mine.
I am sorry to say I have a sermon to write." And Mr. Bellingham imme-
( lately and benevolently trotted away.
With the curious courage of women, and long habitude, Mrs. Trevithic
took off her hat and smoothed her straight hair, and sat down, and
nechanically began to make conversation for the three old ladies who
( stablished themselves comfortably in the pleasant bow-windowed drawing-
loom and prepared for a good chat. Miss Simmonds took the sofa as her
light (as I have said before, size has a certain precedence of its own).
Hiss Triquett, as usual, rapidly glanced round the apartment, took in
the importation of workboxes, baskets, toy-boxes, &c., which Anne's arrival
Lad scattered about, the trimming on Mrs. Trevithic's dress, the worn
lines under her eyes. Mrs. Trevithic took her knitting from one
( f the baskets, and rang the bell and desired the man to find
Hiss Dulcie and send her; and meanwhile the stream of conversation
Lowed on uninterruptedly. Mr. Trevithic was well. Only come for a
c ay ! And the little girl ? Thanks— yes. Little Dulcie's cold had been
E avere — linseed-poultices, squills, ipecacuanha wine ; — thanks, yes. Mrs.
Trevithic was already aware of their valuable medicinal properties.
Jlr. Pelligrew, the present curate, had sprained his thumb in the pulpit-
( oor — wet bandages, &c. &c. Here Miss Simmonds, whose eyes had
1 een fixed upon the window all this time, suddenly exclaimed, —
" How fond your husband is of that dear child Dulcie, Mrs. Trevithic !
r.?here she is with her papa in the garden."
"Dear me ! " said Triquett, stretching her long neck and lighting up
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with excitement. "Mr. Trevitliic must be going away; you never told
us. He is carrying a carpet-bag."
As she spoke, Anne, who had been sitting with her back to the window,
started up and her knitting fell off her lap. She was irresolute for an
instant. He could not be going — going like that, without a word. No,
she would not go to him.
" 0 dear me ! " said Miss Simmonds, who had been trying to hook
up the little rolling balls of worsted with the end of her parasol, "just see
what I have done." And she held it up spindle fashion with the long
thread twisted round it and hooked.
" I think I can undo it," said Miss Moineaux.
" I beg your pardon, I — I want to speak to my husband," said
Mrs. Trevithic, starting up and running to the door.
"He is gone," said Miss Triquett to the others, looking once more
out through the big pleasant window. "Dear Miss Moineaux, into what
a mess you have got that knitting — let me cut the thread."
" Poor thing, she is too late," said Miss Moineaux, letting the two
ends of the thread fall to the ground.
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