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POBTBAIT OF A KOBE SUCCESSFUL StBUOOLEB FOB FaME . . 89
PiCTUBES AND PaINTEBS IN THE RUB St. DeNIB 106
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OuB Lady op Boulogne : aftee a Cabving by St. Luke . 131
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Gbihbald and St. Robebt 143
The Floweby Legend of Oue Lady of Guadalupe . . . 154
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A PlOTUBB OV EVOLAKD A GSNTUBY AgO 167
PlOTUBES OV EVGIAim BY FOBBIOIT SSBTOHEBS . . . . . 186
HiBTOBICAIi POBTBAITS BY BOHAKTIC FaINTEBS 198
Vaamas Sobztes dbawn by English Haitds 214
A G-BOTTF 07 Queens Unqxteened 247
Pobtbaits of the Daughtebs of Chables 1 267
The Things We Don't Know 285
PoBTBAITS of FaBINELLI and POICFADOUB 306
"Tableaux de Pabis" in the Last Centuey 322
PiCTUBES OF Old and Young Chbistmas 338
Pobtbait of a Student in Love 347
PlOTUBES OF BhINE-LAND, AND ITS BOMANOE 362
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A July sun can send warmth and apparent gladness even
into Hart Street, Crutched Friars. Thus much, at least,
was felt by an inhabitant who, early one morning, in. the
month just named, of the year 1767, stepped into the street
from a solemn-looking house, near St. Olave's church, where
Pepys so disturbed the congregation by whispering — about
the news of the Dutch victory, from pew to pew.
The man who now stood on the causeway was of slight
figure, had rather an intellectual than a purely handsome
look, though his features were far from plain, and he might
hare been taken by most people for a clergyman. He had
rather a dissipated aspect, and an exceedingly lazy bearing ;
he yawned languidly as he passed slowly along the street,
and walked with both hands thrust into the pockets of a
long-waisted black coat, which was stained with wine and
punch, singed in several places where burning tobacco had
fallen upon it, but which nevertheless fitted him so exactly,
and was accompanied by a lace-edged cravat so dazzlingly
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2 NEW PICTUEE8 AND OLD PANELS.
white, and bj ruffles so extravagantly beautiful, — best seen
when the wearer raised his hands to his forehead, which he
did frequently, for last night's delights were being dearly
accounted for, about that region especially, — that something
of the stamp of a gentleman was impressed upon him. He
had certainly about him all the characteristics of a rake, —
and this was only in keeping, for he was one of the liveliest
and " latest" revellers in London. And yet, therewith, he
had, in spite of the shakiness of his gait, a composed, self-
possessed air, and so much the look of a man accustomed
to lay down the law, without being questioned, so much
of the glow of satisfaction of a messenger of love, how-
ever unlovely his own life, that, — combined with his cle-
rically-fashioned hat, wis:, and shoe-buckles, any passer-by
might ha.e been pa;don;d for taking him for a "parson."
Nay, he might have been more than pardoned, he would
have been justified. The personage in question wg^ the lec-
turer of St. Olave's. He had been making a night of it at
a neighbour's, whence, after a few hours' sleep, and a break-,
fast where there certainly had been rum on the table, he
was now wending his way homeward.
He might have passed for five years older than he really
was, — his actual age was eight-and-twenty. Tor this appa-
rent addition to his age he was indebted to a double dis-
sipation. He was not only addicted to late hours, the
society of bucks, tolerably hard drinking, and card-playing,
where his tippling had been of the hardest, strongest, and
longest, but he was one of the most fashionable preachers
of the day. In a few months subsequent to this, and for
several years, afberwards, he was perhaps the most fashion-
able preacher, and the rather handsome fellow led handsome
women to Satan, just as Chesterfield sent his son in that
direction, — with finely turned phrases, highly polished prin-
ciples, and a rottenness of insinuatioi). and example that
were certain in their combined effects.
BIGHT-HAITD PASTEL. 3
Now, to become and to remain a fashionable preacher
cost this exemplary gentleman as much of his strength, as
did his riotous way of life. His old father, the rector of
Bourne, in Lincolnshire, was one of those dear, single- but
large-hearted parsons and fathers of an earlier day, who
probably spent nights in prayer and his little all of saved
wealth, that his boy might be an apostolic missionary.
"I would as soon see Will hanged," he used to say,
taking his much-loved pipe from his mouth, to charge it
again from the tobacco-box which lay on the ' Ductor Du-
bitantium,' at his side ; '^ I would as soon see Will hanged,
as disgrace himself, his family, or, above all, the Church to
which he belongs, and the Gospel of which he is now the
preacher."
Gk)od old soul ! Well for him that he did not survive till
1777, — or he might have seen all that he deprecated, and a
scene at Tyburn, at the end of it.'
At the present moment, the highly reverend Will had
not got farther in his light and evil career than the status
of a fashionable preacher. To that condition he was led
indeed by his carelessness of serious things, his appetite, I
may say his gluttony, for gaiety, and his inordinate love of
money. He was by no means an idle fellow, — and there
was his best chance against the Devil, who can easily take
any number of them at any time, and with the slightest
amount of trouble. Will could work like' a galley-slave, and
in part proof of my assertion I may refer to the fact of his
resolution, ultimately realized, to establish himself and his
fortunes by becoming a fashionable preacher.
" It will bring me the money that I love," said Will, " and
it will enable me to spend it as fast as I like, and to borrow
more, with facility, when the tide runs temporarily low ."
As yet, he was only in the beginiaing of his career of
fashion. BLitherto, he had worked variously. He had
"jobbed" in the Church. " It pays well," said WiU, " and
b2
4 HEW PlCTtTBKS AKD OLD PAKEIS.
is not fatiguing," He had taken pupils. *' It introduces
me to good company," said "Will, " and I may find a patron
among them." Ahove all, he had long trusted to his pen.
It was a spade which had dug for him a little, no great deal,
of the gold of Peru. It was, just at this moment, begin-
ning to do more. His friend, the Eeverend Eli Synnamist,
had lately started the * Tuesday Tomahawk ;' and Will was
Lieutenant under this doughty Captain. They, had some
eight or ten subalterns, — all of whom were men who pre-
tended to principle, — and nobody doubted the amount of
their pretensions. They all affected, in very good lan-
guage, an immense superiority over all other literary men,
publicly denouncing their books, and privately insinuating
away their characters. Their own public mistook them for
men of standing, because they were continually suggesting
that they were so, though three-fourths of them could not,
and the half of the other fourth would not, pay their cre-
ditors. The paper brought with it certain dangers : the
Eeverend Eli, himself, most delighted in attacking the books
written by women, and had narrowly escaped horsewhipping
for bespattering in the * Tomahawk' the volumes of two
sisters on America, whose only male relative Eli had fondly
imagined was at Philadelphia, and who was looking for Eli
till obliged to give up the search in despair. There were
two hungry lads in the neighbourhood of New Inn who
depended entirely on the honorarium awarded by their
leader, and whose " cue" it was always to sneer at writers
who worked their pens for a livelihood. "Will's appointed
task was to do and say as he was bidden, and well he did
it. Had he received a ten-pound note, each time he vio-
lated veracity, he might soon have ridden in a coach as
grand and uncomfortable as that of George the Second
himself.
There was one other task, for which, however, a proper
executant was long lacking. The worshipful Eli had almost
BiaHT-HAKD FAKEL. 5
as mucli luxury in attacking men as in assaulting women,
but his fears got the better of him. Never did he feel such
ecstatic deUght as when some one who had been the po-
pular idol of the day, whose talents had been godlike, wit
divine, learning profound, virtues numberless and active, —
and yet who fell as it were into the dust, by error great or
small. Upon such a fallen angel as this EH could jump
with ruffianly delight- 'He was wise, however, and re-
frained ; but he found a burly representative of his nasty
and ferocious spirit in Bucephalus Bull, as he was gene-
rally called, though he was a man of many aliases, and who
watched for the slips and backslidings of great men with
an insane eagerness. Bucephalus was miserable when the
world was virtuous, but let only one of its great ones trip,
and the unclean fellow swooped down upon him with mad
delight. As the filthy vulture lights on the wounded war-
horse, so BuU, scenting his quarry, possessed himself of a
fallen friend. His beak plunged into the eyes of his victim ;
his claws tore open the very entrails of the helpless one, and
Bull, growing fat on garbage, was lightest of spirit and
heaviest of purse, when better men than himself erred in
presence of the world — and, what was worse, of Bull. Even
Will, despite his love of money, had declared that he would
rather be chaplain in Newgate, and ride to Tybum twice
a week with a cart-load of convicts, — ^by whose deaths he
should lose much punch, — ^than take such a task as Bull's.
Yet Bull died in his bed ; and poor Will finally went to
Tyburn with the Chaplain, — who left him there, and re-
turned alone.
The work in the 'Tomahawk' was, however, light, com-
pared with that which Will passed through, or endured, in
order not only to be fashionable in the pulpit, but out of
it, — in fine houses, warm dining-rooms, mysterious bowers,
and rollicking clubs. He had spent whole months with
Mossop, the actor, who drilled him into reading the Litany
6 NEW FICTVBES AlTD OLD PAVELS.
with such witching emphasis, that women went miles only
to hear him read the Litany. Mrs. Olive had made him pay
rather dearly in dinners and suppers, and mulled claret and
earrings, for instructing him in a pleasing delivery of the
services for the solemnization of matrimony, the churching
of women, and the private or public baptism of children.
Palmer had taught him how to read a pubUc notice from
the pulpit with effect, and Woodward had enlightened him
as to the achievement of distinctness with grace, in enuncia^
ting the " Dearly beloved," and in reading an Epistle. For
aU this, Will was indebted to the players at Drury Lane, —
but the necessary money was weU laid out. It returned
cent, per cent. Covent Grarden was not backward in lend-*
ing him a certain sort of fitness for his calling. The effect
was seen on an Ash Wednesday, when Will had to recite
the Commination sentences, and on any day set aside for
the proclaiming of the creed of St. Athanasius. Then^
Will's audiences beat Barry's; and Barry had been his
master. Week after week. Will had attended at Barry's
house. No. 61, Hart Street, Covent Garden, and there the
two had gone through the threats and condemnations^ till
at last. Will seemed to have gained the silver tongue of his
instructor, and congregations of some men and many maids
and matrons flocked to hear terrible penalties levelled at
them, in so exquisite a voice and method, that even they
who remembered the "Fly soft ideas" of Miss Brent, in
^ Artaxerxes,' thought Ame's pupil not to be compared
with Barry's.
Nor was this all that Covent G-arden did to make a grace-
ful apostle of him. Smith, that most irresistible of Valen-
tines, addressed himself to Will's carriage, and in a very
short time, particularly as the " parson " went every night
to the play, and from the boxes, thronged with maccaronies,
marked how the actor entered on and walked the stage,
he produced such improvement, that half the women, and
iBiaHT-HAKD PAKEL. 7
sometimes all of them, in Will's congregation, used to
slowly and silently tise to watch his graceful moyement as
he passed from the vestry to the pulpit, or from the latter
to within the rails of the " communion-." As this was al-
ways done to a few notes from the organ, the effect was
complete ; and when it was over, the siUy women fell back
in faint ecistasy, each looking in a die-away fashion at her
heighboiri*, iMid the expression evidently implying all that is
meant in a "Did you ever?"
There were others in Will's congregation who always
circulated a soft and gentle "hush!" — musically and ten-
derly sibillated pifevious to his saying, " Let us pray ! " Tor his
unparalleled utterance of this and of the last eight words
of the Lord's Prayer, to each of which he seemed to give
different emphasis and additional beauty, he was indebted
to Shuter, at whose lodgings, in Denzil Street, he took a
good deal of instruction, and paid for a vast deal of liquor.
I will say no more of his ecclesiastical studies, except with
respect to his preaching. To Mossop, he owed much in
this respect, but most to Mr. Serjeant Eaucceur, a man who
was always engaged in causes where a tremendous philippic
was required against immorality and uncleanness, generally
or particularly. To call this Serjeant, however, simply a
"beast" would be an insult to entire beastdom, where
could be found only his superiors. His way, and trick, and
thousand little telling fashions, were worth acquiring and
improving on ; and this was done by Will, who, in the pul-
pit, was held to be at once the most dignified and crushing
adversary that Lucifer could possibly encounter. That bad
and brilliant angel, however, good-naturedly thought other-
wise- He did not dispute the courtesy nor deny the truths,
but he felt that fashionable Will was no enemy of Gehenna.
To acquire reputation exacted one species of labour, to
sustain it required work as hard, and the achievement of it
demanded a different sort of toil, as wearying and as ex-
8 -TSTEW FICTTJBES AlTD OLD PANELS.
hausting. "Will had for ever to live in company. He did
not dislike it, but it sometimes fatigued him. He occa-
sionally gave out that he could remain nowhere after mid-
night, as from that hour till three was his only season for
study. Revellers laughed at him, and detained him tiU
dawn. The men loved him, for he could sing a good song,
knew cards as well as he did his paternoster, took his liquor
freely, and was as awake to everything about town as if he
had no commission on earth, but to learn and teach it.
Still more was he loved by the women, even by the
really serious. To their serious questions he could always
give serious and highly satisfactory answers. To these
inqiiirers he seemed something angelic, so bright, so soft,
so consoling, was this apostle from the taverns. Women
more foolish loved him more fondly and, of course, more
foolishly. They sent him bands, and worked slippers for
him. The more timid despatched to him leather purses on
which they had worked his initials. The more daring of-
fered him braces knitted by their own hands, and dashingly
offered, furthermore, to " help him on with them." Married
women, who sat near him at dinner, would drink out of his
glass, and then wink at and laugh with him. Bevies of girls
were in the seventh heaven if they could secure him at some
of their games. Solitary adorers discoursed with him in
comers. Gifts of value rained upon him ; he had only to
hint a want that he might have it supplied ; and three times
his debts had been paid in full by the ladies of his various
congregations. The matrons paid them the first time. The
maids accepted the liability the next. On the third occasion
there was a hot quarrel. The widows claimed the exclusive
privilege, but the claim was disputed, as they had previously
combined with the matrons, who now asserted their right,
by turn. Ultimately the matter was compromised, and
ladies of all qualities united, and raised such a sum-total,
that the reverend gentleman was not only set free from
BIGHT-HAITD PANEL. 9
debt, but presented with such a sum over and above his late
encumbrances, that he became more of the fine gentleman
than he had ever been, speculated in marriage, aimed at
winning a lady of title and a fortune ; — and fancying he had
met both at Lord Sandwich's, eloped with the two, and
found the lady's title one very common to Drury Lane, and
her fortune, a couple of hundred guineas, contributed with
alacrity by my lord.
To this desirable lady. Will was now wending homeward,
in the same street. It was so common an occurrence for
him to be abroad all night, that Mrs. Dodd, for that was her
name, received him with little or no manifestation of illwill.
Eleven o'clock had just struck as her husband entered.
He found her at breakfast, dressed in a loose wrapper ;
otherwise, she was not what many ladies of her day were
at breakfast-time, well-washed and well-attired. She was a
handsome woman, with vanity enough for any fair demon in
Pandemonium. Her hair was just sufficiently red to have
taken some of this vanity out of her, but in the days of
powder, Rufa was on a par with any blonde or brunette of
them all. There was little of boldness in her expression,
but there was somej and one could not readily say how
highly it might be developed by circumstances. What there
was, however, was unquestionable, although apparently
small. It amounted to that unpleasant, knowing look,
which bronzes itself on the faces of modem young ladies
who have gone through the ordeal of keeping stalls at fancy
fairs.
" Moll," said IVIr. Dodd, " you are late at breakfast.
What were you about last night ?"
" What 's that to you ? " remarked the gentle creature.
" Mind your own business. When you are a Bishop you
shall be the supervisor of miae. Will you have some tea ?"
" One cup, Mdlinda, with a drop of rum in it. I am not
well this morning."
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10 STEW PICTURES AKD OLD PAIOLS.
" Nor I neither !" cried Mollinda, with a laugh, " though
I have not tried the remedy before as you have done."
"I? O!— "
"Ah! don't call in the vowels to tell lies, because" — and
she tittered again — "y(m smell of it ;" and, pleased with her
very smaU wit, she went to a cupboard in the room, took
therefrom a suspicious but promising bottle, and opening
the parlour-door, called to the servant for a cup and saucer
and a glass.
The things required were speedily brought by a vixenish-
looking maid, dressed in her mistress's fine, east clothes,
and with something of beauty in her features. She was at-
tired for the streets ; natty hat and mantle ; a tight stock-
ing over a well-shaped leg, and a light but oldish silk dress,
of which there was not much on her shoulders, but a won-
derful amount curiously draped and disposed of between
that and her heels.
'^ Eum !" was all she said, and that as if making a remark
to herself, on entering ; and then she added, '^ I am going
out."
Mr. Dodd looked lazily at her ; his wife rather angrily, —
she did not wait for either to speak, but said, " You were
both out all nighty and it's the second night I have been
kept up, I won't stand it. I 'm going to see my cousin
Mrs. Bellamy."
" Then Flippy," rejoined Mr. Dodd, with a smile ; " you
shall take her a letter from me. My dear," turning to his
wife, " what 's the name of the man who works for G-riffiths ?"
" Works for Griffiths ?"
" Ay, ay, the publisher. You know Mrs. Bellamy told
us that he was a poor, clever devil, who had sent her a tra-
gedy of his own composition to read. What is his name P"
" I 'm sure I don't know, and I 'm sure I don't care," said
the married lady, handing him his little 'cup of tea, into
which she poured a table-spoonful of rum. Mr. Dodd
BieHT-HAKD PAKSiL. 11
pointed to her own cup ; but with a lackadaisical " No, I
thank you," she shook her head, and proceeded to replace
the spirit in the cupboard. Before corking the bottle, how-
ever, and when the door was between her and the two other
inmates in the room, she put it to her lips, tossed back her
head, and swallowed a liberal ''half-quartern." As she per-
formed this feat, the back part of her head came in sight
from behind the door, — the maid put her hand on Dodd'l^
shoulder, who had commenced writing, and directed his
attention to the little accident. Both broke into a loud
laugh.
" Missus don't like rum in her tea," said Flippy.
"Molly," said Dodd, "for secret drinking, the Bomans
used to put their wiyefl to death. Priyate drinking is
mean — "
" Then I '11 takd some openly in my tea," replied the lady,
suiting the action to the word ; " and here. Flippy, to keep
you quiet, there 's dome for you." She took her own saucer,
half-filled it, and handed it to the servant, who imbibed the
liquor with a loudness and sureness of suction that would
have done credit to any respectable whirlpool. Then turn-
ing up her dress, she wiped her lips on the edge of her pet-
ticoat, and taking the note from Dodd, departed.
" You are not going to invite any men here, I hope," said
Mfs. Dodd, when they were left alone.
" No, my dear : men, — and women too, are in the habit of
inviting me. The man is a writer whom Synnamist is anxious
to engage on the ' Tomahawk,' and I wanted to learn his
name, or meet him at Bellamy's tomorrow night."
" Out again then ? "
" Out again ; and you ? "
" "Well, I think I may be at Bellamy's too. We can come
home together, and that will look as pleasant as Pyramus
and Thisbe."
" Better not, Moll," said Dodd. " It will be dry work for
12 NEW PICTUBES AND OLD PANELS.
you there. When I am the Bishop you talked about, I will
keep a carriage ; we will visit in company, and return home
in like fashion."
" Bishop, indeed ! I shall see you hanged first," exclaimed
the charming Mrs. Dodd.
"No you won't," almost as flippantly rejoined Dodd.
" I am at work on a pamphlet on the injustice, bad policy,
and absolute wickedness of frequent capital punishments.
The reasoning is sound, and the effect must be good. At
all events, if a fellow the less is not hung, I shall have a few
guineas the more ; and so a valuable end will be obtained,
one way or the other."
" Ah, well, to be sure !" was the profound comment of Mrs.
Dodd. " Could you let me have a guinea of it, beforehand ?"
" Does your * Ladyship,' oh la ! — remember," asked Dodd,
who frequently addressed his wife by this title, " that Mrs.
Woffington once reminded Mrs. Bellamy that it was well
for her she had a minister to supply her extravagance ? — ^and
now you are looking to another sort of minister than Mr.
Fox, my Lady, to supply yours. WeU, well, hussey, there 's
a guinea. What will you do with it ? "
" Get some claret — "
" And we '11 have it at dinner, at one o'clock ; excellent
idea !"
This had not been exactly Mrs. Dodd's idea, but she was
a good-natured woman, when any species of pleasant tip-
pling vras in question, and she expressed her assent.
" Meanwhile," she asked, " what will you do till dinner-
time ? It only wants an hour of it."
" I could well sleep that hour," said the clergyman ; "but
I will not. J have a letter to write to the mother of the
man who robbed me last month in the Ealing Eoad. He
wiU swing for it next week, unless a petition for his life
takes effect ; and it 's not likely to take much, the old woman
Bays, unless my name is at the head of it."
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BIOHT-HANB PAITEL. 13
" That 's easily managed."
" "Not so readily. * Thou shalt not steal,' is a Divine com-
mand, and he who breaks it, sins against Ood, as well ab
against a hiunan law. The offence is too common. Examples
are needed, and — "
" And your pamphlet against the frequency of executions
as bad policy, downright wickedness, and rank injustice ? "
" Ay, ay, Moll, against the frequency ; but this is only a
single case ; — "
" WeU, if they hang ever so many or ever so few men, at
a time, I presume, they hang no man twice. Frequency
means — "
" Tou don't understand the question, Moll. I must de-
cline to sign the petition, but I will give all the consolation
to the mother that she needs."
After hanging her son ? "
Nay, it is not I, but the law. iNow go away ; leave me
to my letter ; and to finish a sermon I am to preach on
Friday."
" For how much P "
" Two guineas, a pint of wine, and fare of a hackney coach.
And that, Moll, is infinitely better pay than could be had
in my father's early days, in London, by the threepenny
cm'ates."
" * Threepenny curates ! ' What were they ? and why
* threepenny ' P Was it the worth of the labourer, or the
regulated amount of the hire ?"
" They were poor devils, my Lady, who had no benefice,
not even a lectureship; they were without friends; were
often suspected of being Nonjurors, sometimes were so ; and
who hung about town looking for preferment, just like — "
" The Eeverend William Dodd P "
"Come, come," said that gentleman, a trifie irritated,
" not quite that ; they were little better than mendicants,
who read prayers for the richer sort — "
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" Like Mister Dodd ! "
'' And who did it," he continued, without noticing the in-
terruption, *' for threepence a time ; part in monej and part
in kind."
*' I wonder so large a sum was not paid bj instalments.
And how was the division of money and kind effected, mj
dear P "
" Well, ingeniously enough. Twopence of the threepence
was always paid in farthings, and the other penny was pre-
sented in the form of a cup of coffee ! "
Mrs. Dodd laughed, while Mr. Dodd explained, with his
hand round the neck of the rum-bottle, that the honorarium
and refreshment were only for "praying;" preaching, he
remarked, was always of higher value.
"And practice as good as either," said the lady, "if it
were not so unpleasant."
" I '11 make some pretty parallels between them. It would
do you good to go to church, for once, and hear my sermon."
" What is the thing about ? " asked Mrs. Dodd, very irre-
verently.
" Why, have you forgotten ? It 's the annual charity-ser-
mon, funds for which were bequeathed by Mrs. Fitzmechant,
of Whetstone Park, who lost some of her family at Tyburn,
and who left two guineas and a trifle over, yearly, for a ser-
mon on the beauty of mercy and the necessity of suppressing
the gallows."
" Doesn't it strike you," said the lady, " that — "
" The quotation from Shakespeare P Oh ! I thought of it.
* The quality of mercy.' I know. Quotations from the stage,
—there are people now who detect them. If it hadn't been
for my ' Beauties,* perhaps there would not be many in the
congregation who would find me out if I were to deliver
Hhe passage as original. However, I will avow its source,
and apologize for it ; hint that Bossuet once used to visit
the theatre, and — but, d — it, Bossuet was a Papist. Never
BI0HT-HAin> PAKEL. 15
mind, the head of our Church goes to the play, and I 'U turn
the matter so as to make it tell. * The quality of mercy' — *'
Mrs. Dodd left him reciting the superb passage which he
could admire, but not apply ; and while she was absent he
worked hard ; answered the mother, leaving her son to be
hanged ; finished his sermon, for the sake of the lucre, not
of mercy; and then penned a few paragraphs for the
' Evening Post,' out of which he extracted a few pounds per
quarter.
" Ah ! " he muttered, " there is Bielby's book to review.
I promised him I would notice his book ; and so I will, for
I wiU deceive no man. But Bielby is not of our set ; he
calls the Tomahawks ' blackguards' and ' impostors/ because,
good joke ! while we weekly profess to review no book we
do not purchase, we denounce every book we cannot obtain
gratis. Yes, I promised Bielby . . . and," he added, after a
moment's thought, " I know what I will do. Tom Midgley,
who hates Bielby, has attacked the book in the ' Post-Boy ;'
now, I will refer to Tom's review, as the best we have read
on this work, and by this notice I shall have kept my pro-
mise." And with this balsam to his conscience, the honest
man helped Bielby, — after his fashion.
And then the amiable pair dined, and drank their claret,
which, being soon despatched, was followed by rum-punch and
cribbage. While Mrs. Dodd then slept, her husband, re-
plenishing his glass, addressed himself to literary work. He
went on steadily for a couple of hours, writing and sipping.
It was work well paid for, compared with the ordinary literary
honorarium in use, for Dodd was well "up to his work."
Indeed all that he did was now well paid for ; and as he ter-
minated, reckoning his gains on his fingers, he felt so satis-
fied with himself that he ofiered, after tea, to take his wife
to the play.
The woman of the house, Flippy not having returned, laid
out the table, on which was placed the eternal rum, — or
16 NEW PICTURES ASD OLI> FANTELS.
rather, the ever-replenished bottle. There was strong tea,
delicate cream, fresh butter, one or two little delicacies, and,
these enjoyed, there ensued the dressing of the lady, who
came into the room again, a figure such as Sir Joshua ex-
celled in painting— bright, light, speaking, sparkling, not
more genteel than Pritchard, but draped like a Duchess, and,
in prospect of a play, happy as a Queen, even though she
was going thither with her husband.
In the front seat of the very centre of the boxes at the
'^little theatre" Mrs. Dodd sat, and almost looked the queen
to whom I have compared her for happiness. There, how- .
ever, she was left by the gay lecturer of St. Olave's, who,
flitting round the house, or tripping down the private stair-
case to the stage, stopped to gossip with every one he knew,
and he knew everybody, spectator and actor. At one of the
wings was that primest of Lord Foppingtons, namely Theo-
philus Gibber, steeped to the lips in debt and distress,
racked by bodily pains, but with so little sympathy for his
creditors or himself, as to be brimming over with wit and
jollity. After a burst of both, with a very profane savour
about them, Dodd remarked :
" You are a very fine gentleman to be named *Theophilus,*
—'lover of God!'"
" Bad translation. Will. G-od-beloved is more according
to fact, and the intention of my respectable godfather and
godmother. But, physician, prescribe for thyself. What
in Lucifer's name art thou, that thou shouldst object to my
name and deeds ? G-o and hang thyself, or be hanged ! "
" If thou thyself come not to that end, Theoph," said
Dodd,—
" It will only be because I 'm bom to be drowned, accord-
ing to the terms of the proverb," interrupted the other
honest individual — who, a year later, did meet with death
" by that cold river ; " — and then, even the actresses who
used to flock to Wellclose Square, to hear Dodd preach for
BIGHT-HAJTD PAIOL. 17
bis Magdalens, were wont to cut unpleasant jokes with him
on the drowning of Theophilus and the destiny reserved to
himself.
But on this particular night neither of the men thought
much of any end but some very particular one in immediate
view. When the play was nearly over, and a subsequent
supper-party was arranged, Dodd was leaning against the
doors of the box in which his wife was seated, when he
was touched on the shoulder by a gentleman who was well
known as being employed in writing for Government, or
seeking writers willing, whatever their opinions, to do the
same for a consideration. This gentleman had stood in the
pillory, for abusing this very Administration. It was the
luckiest thing for him that ever happened, for it enabled
him to see the error of his ways, and to put money in both
pockets by profiting by his enlightenment.
What passed I will not be so indiscreet as to betray.
Suffice it, that at the close of the conversation Dodd was
radiant with delight. He escorted his wife to a chair, whis-
pering to her eagerly how his pen was to purchase for him
preferment, fortune, luxury, ease, unending happiness. The
lady heard it all with sympathizing ecstasy ; and when the
prelate-expectant told her, on shutting down the roof of her
chair, that he was obliged to attend his new patron at a
conference, she, who very well knew that he was going to
sup with his old associates, asked for another guinea, that
she might have revel with her own.
Dodd flung the money in her lap, and hastened towards a
neighbouring tavern. Gtiyest of nights did he there spend ;
most superb of visions reared themselves in measure as his
brain heated; — and as the second short hour "ayont the
twal," struck from St. Olave's, a very disorderly-looking
person, hat gone, wig awry, cravat with the ends down his
back, a leer in his eye, and helplessness in every limb, was
lying in a large armchair, trying to be gallant with Elippy,
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and very irreyerently now rejoicing now ^msing that his
wife was not in bed, as became a clergyman's lady.
" Curse her," be cried, after tripping tbrice at the c hard ;
'* Curse her ! and only think, Flippy, that woman may be ja
Bishop's lady."
" Gk) to bed," said Hippy, " I Ve just made it I "
" And I, Flippy," rejoined the Eeverend Dodd, " have
just made my fortune," — and therewith, with a half-solemn
half-delighted aspect, and a tipsy muttering touching grati-
tude and unworthiness, he passed to his bedroom, but with
not quite so unshaken and majestic a gait as was imagiujed
by the exemplaiy personage himself.
19
LEFT-HAND PANEL.
On the following day, old Morgan, the oldest actor then
alive in England, might be seen walking slowly into the
* Dimciad's Head,' a dull-looking house in Paternoster Eow^
It was the residence of G-riffiths, the publisher ; and that
celebrated personage might also then be seen in the parlour
behind the shop, seated without his wig, while his wife wiped
his head with a cotton handkerchief.
In a closet beyond the parlour was visible a young man
at a desk, busily engaged in writing. He was ill-dressed,
awkwardly made, and coarse of feature. He had even a
heavy stupid look, as he sat intent on his labour. It was
only his side-face that could be seen ; but as he now and
th^n had occasion to turn full round to Mr. Griffiths in the
parlour, or as he did so, from time to time, when some re-
mark attracted his attention, there was an expression on his
features and a light in his eye which seemed to give promise
of no common man. Still, his slovenly, wearied, and plod-
ding appearance was decidedly against him.
As Morgan entered the parlour, the literary drudge, — for
that was evidently his office, — ^blushed slightly; for Mrs.
Griffiths, ceasing to polish the skull of her husband, looked
sharply round, and with a voice sharper than her look, bade
him " get on with the article in hand, and let her have it for
approval and correction when finished." The young man
did not answer, although he was evidently irritated. Around
his mouth there was an expression as if he had swallowed
vinegar. He sat for a moment biting the end of his pen as
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vigorously as tbe great Coligny, wben in deep wrath op re-
flection, used to champ his toothpick. He smiled at last
with mournful resignation ; and then passing the not-very-
clean sleeve of his poor coat over a rather hegrimed face, he
addressed himself to his toil, with a remark which sounded
as if it had reference to the intense heat.
" Why don't you take off your coat," said Griffiths, " as
I do r
This suggestion only made the scribe button that vest-
ment more closely round his throat. The vulgar wife of the
bibliopole laughed vulgarly, and made an allusion to the
person's linen, or the lack of it. The writer did not look
up ; but the very tips of his ears were scarlet, and he could
be heard, lowly but distinctly, as though he were reading to
himself rather than addressing others, uttering these words: —
" Ego cultu non proinde speciosus, ut facile appararet me,
h4c nota litteratum esse, quos odisse divites solent."
" My stars !" said Mrs. Griffiths ; " is that a part of your
review of Mr. Mallet's ' Northern Antiquities ' P"
" No, Madam," answered the young man, with a slight
Irish accent ; " it is a passage in Petronius Arbiter, a gentle-
man who was consul in Bithynia, and who also was an officer
in the house of Nero, where he lived luxuriously, and died
laughing."
And the speaker sighed, as if he envied the destiny of the
finest gentleman and the greatest scamp of those gay yet
dangerous times.
" I dare say he was a lazy fellow," said G-riffiths, at the
same time signing to the young writer to go on with his vo-
cation. " And now, Mr. Morgan," added he, turning to the
old actor, " what news with you P "
" Well enough with we," said the hearty old man, whose
memory went back to the days of Mrs. Aphra Behn, " but
ill with Garrick, iU with Barry, ill with that exquisite hussey
Bellamy, and worst of all with Mrs. Woffington."
LXFT-HAlirD PA9EL. 21
" I hate both the women," exclaimed Mrs. Griffiths, sink-
ing into a low chair the while, and putting on an expression
of very pretty horror. " But what ails them all P "
The young writer in the inner room looked round, for he
was possessed with a taste for theatricals, and had at that
moment in his pocket the draft of a tragedy, with fragments
of scenes, the whole wrapped up in several sheets of Dublin
ballads, of which he was also the author, and which, could
they be recovered now, would probably prove to be as well
worth reading as half the palimpsests found or forged by
the clever Simonides.
" Why, you see," said Morgan, " David is annoyed be-
cause he turned away Mr. Home's ' Douglas.' Barry is an-
noyed because all the tavern-critics continue to laugh at
him for dressing young Nerval in a suit of white satin.
Mrs. Bellamy is in distress because she could only play
Almeria once throughout the whole of last season. And
finally, poor Peg is ill for a score of reasons, some of which
make Bellamy glad : she is ill because she produced so small
an effect in Lady Bandolph; because she produced even
less in Lothario (at which two circumstances her rival dances
with delight) ; and she is dying at the thought- that the,
shriek with which she finished Eosalind last May, when
seized with her fit, is the last sound which the public will
ever hear from her on the stage."
" All these susceptible ladies and gentlemen," remarked
the bookseller, " may recover their healths and their tempers
before next season begins. And that reminds me," he re-
joined, looking into the inner room. « Pray, sir, where is
your promised article on the Scotch parson's play ?"
" Sir," said the pale writer, rising, and advancing to the
door, " it is nearly finished. But it is not so easy to review
a play as it is to read, digest, and judge a few quarto volumes
of travels or biography. To enjoy and to judge poetry de-
mands a mind akin to the poet's. Genius lights its flam-
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beau at the skies ; and mere men of earth must not be over-
hasty in pronouncing upon the purity of the fire."
" Oh, stuff!" exclaimed Mrs. Griffiths, turning her j&t back
on the last speaker, and showing above her low dress, worn
in summer-weather, a series of cupping-marks, that seemed
to designate a patient with a tendency to the head of more
blood than judgment. " You might as well say that it is
more difficult to make a cribbage-peg than a walking-stick."
"Not so, Madam," civilly rejoined the young man, stand-
ing in the doorway ; " and yet you would find it more diffi-
cult to make a watch than a warming-pan."
" I never found it difficult to do anything," said the lady,
whose conceit was notorious.
"Except to write poetry, Polly," observed her husband.
" And why should I not write verses, if I tried ?" asked
the lady, rather more shrilly than usual. Her husband
shook his head, smiled, and was silent. " I ask," she said,
" why a woman, why /, should not write verses as well as
any other rhymer ?"
Her flashing eye rested on the shabby young man in the
doorway. And he, fancying himself peremptorily addressed,
looked slightly embarrassed for an instant, and then replied :
" Indeed, Madam, I believe only for this reason. Poetesses
are generally indifferent housewives. Ehyme does not, in
their case, always accord with reason." Having said which,
he slowly returned to his work ; while the lady looked at
him with a puzzled expression, as if she could not very well
make out whether he had intended to be caustic or compli-
mentary.
"You doubtless fancy yourself," she said tartly, "as
famous as the authors we have hired you to review."
He looked round with a flush on his face made up of
hope and conviction of present power to be worked to fiir-
ther ends. " Who knows P" he asked, not of them, but of
himself. "Who knows?" he repeated; and old Morgan,
LEPT-HAKD PAIOSL. 23
looking in. and gazing at that strange face ^th interest,
saw the tears in his eyes. " Who knows P" he asked for a
third time. '^ There is something iherej^ he added, placing
his podgj finger on his pallid brow. ^ Patience ! God does
not let the tide run up to high-water in an instant. I can
wait." And he resumed his task, with this final remark,
murmuredk)wtohim8elf:"Icanwait. The spring wiU yet
bloom for me. I know that he who cuts the balsam in the
winter gets no juice. I can wait ; I can wait."
Morgan resumed his seat ; and talking in a subdued Toice
to Ghriffiths, said : ^' That young feUow puzzles me. I could
almost swear that he was an actor in Tinselrouge and Why-
tight's itinerant company, with whom I was starring last
year. Did you pick him up at Dunstable ?"
'' The gentlem»i is a physician," said Griffiths, with mock
dignity ; '* a physician in reduced circumstances ; that is,
he was so when I found him. He is now a literary man,
and has just finished his first article. Poor devil ! he fancies
he may purchase ffune by his pen ; but who will know any
thing of him a hundred years to come, in 1857 P He will
no more be known then than he is now. And the droll
creature is a physician too! Not many months since he
was practising in Southwark. That patch which you see
on his elbow was then a hdle in his sleeve, which he dexter-
ously hid &om his patients by covering it with his hat.
Things have improved with him since he has been in my
service ; for, as you see, his coat is mended. Where did
I pick him up ? Oh ! at Dr. Milner's, at Peckham. I have
a nephew at school there, where my reviewer was usher.
He dined at table with us. Just fancy, an usher! But
Milner declares his father was a gentleman ; and that we
should not demean ourselves by allowing him to eat with
us. And I am not sorry for it, seeing that it was a remark
of his which first iuduced me to believe that 1 should find in
him a capital reviewer, at a very small coat."
24 NEW PICTUBXS AJSTD OLD PAliTELS.
" What was the remark ?" asked the old player.
" Why, I and Milner had been talking of our mutual re-
gard, when the usher said, ' Modem attachments are often
maintained by the same bond which united the twin-bro-
thers, Jacob and Esau, of whom the one loved the other he-
cause he did eat of his venison.' Pretty, wasn't it ?"
"Sharp, certainly," answered the actor; "but I should
not have thought that you would altogether have admired
it." He looked towards the room where sat the poor hire-
ling, and saw very well that though he was not listening, he
could hear perfectly all that was passing, for the young
scribe could be heard by Morgan distinctly uttering in sub-
dued tones, an almost parallel sentiment from Dryden's
* Theodore and Honoria :' —
** He would have lived more free, but many a guest
Who could forsake the Mend, pursued the feast."
There was a smile on his face that made it look beaming
with intellect. Morgan was benevolently determined to
sustain that smile ; and he did so by asking the publisher
if the usher had made any other remark that was ' pretty.'
" Oh, ay 1" replied Griffiths. " His master and I were dis-
cussing the difference between ancient banquets, with their
guests, and modern feasts and those who are invited to
them. Well, what do you think that dog said ? * Sir,' said
he, ' it is the remark of Pliny, that the dinner-givers of his
day always served up poppy-seed at dessert. So do many
of the hosts of our own time, and long before dessert, — to
say nothing of the quantity taken to table by the diners-
out.' Now, sir," added Griffiths, " that observation was
made in the spirit of a reviewer not unworthy to be of the
brotherhood of the ' Whig Monthly.' All that is wanted by
him we supply, I make suggestions, and Mrs. Griffiths
corrects his articles. She will add some beauties to his first
article on Mallet."
"Does he like that ?" whispered Morgan.
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" Oh, blesB you !" exclaimed the publisher, " if the fellow
were to grow obstinate against it, Polly would keep him to
cold meat and potatoes four times a week, and not much of
either. If that were to fail, he may pack off to beggary
again."
Morgan looked towards the worker, from whose face a
smile was just fading. "Mr. What's-your-name," said he,
with an impudent familiarity characteristic of the times,
"allow me to congratulate you upon the auspices under
which you have commenced your literary life. You are in
this much like Midas, gifbed, no doubt, in being able to turn
all you touch into gold."
" I believe," said the poor scribe, "that I am much more
like that royal personage in this respect, that touch what I
may, I starve."
" Starve !" said Mrs. Griffiths, who piqued herself on her
liberality ; " starve, with above a pound a week, bed, and
board !"
" Starve !" echoed her husband. " Sir, you lack truth,
and want a contented mind. Sir, I fear you did not hear
the last discourse of the Eev. Eli Synnamist, at St. Benet
Fink. Sir, he told us that content is such a duty, that
were a man to be cast into the bottomless pit, his first word
on coming to himself should be, * I am satisfied.' "
" Mr. Griffiths," said that gentleman's retainer, respect-
fully but firmly, "the Be v. Eli Synnamist is no guide for
me to follow. Tou call him a shining light. Yes ; he is
like one of our roadside lights, which makes a little shining
on earth, but leaves heaven all the darker. I am sorry to
say it, but Mr. Synnamist is a hypocrite."
"A hypocrite!" shouted Griffiths, and screamed his wife,
" he is white as driven snow."
" My dear Madam," said the undaunted reviewer to the
lady, who snorted off the compliment as if there was some-
thing nasty in it, " he reminds me of those sheep at the altars
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26 KEW PICTUBES AKD OLD PANELS.
of the ancients, which were whitened with chalk, in order to
imitate the purity of the beloved lambs of the gods, which
were only to be found on the banks of the Clitumnus. Do
you know, Sir," he asked, turning to Griffiths, " that Mr.
Synnamist edits the review which weekly professes to be in-
dependent by purchasing every book it notices, and which
condemns every work which is not supplied to it gratis /"
Griffiths was a knave ; but his dirty ideas never reached
to this heroic height of soaring rascality. He Mrly screamed
with indignation ; and his wife heightened the din by a few
notes peculiar to herself. Morgan added to the tumult ; and
it was at its very height, when a lady appeared at the door,
whose coming appeased the uproar in an instant.
She was one of those bright creatures who can scarcely
be described, and who defy criticism, except, of course, from
a sister. If it be true that Lycurgus set up a graceful statue
representing Laughter, and that he bade his Spartans wor-
ship the new goddess, this was the deity herself. Eye, lip,
cheek, nay, as the poet says, her foot smiled. Praxiteles
might have thought himself happy to have had her for a
model. Had she been by when Paris had to give aWay the
apple, it would not have fallen into the bosom of Helen.
Semele was only a dairymaid in comparison with her ; and,
then, she wore a saucy look, — inexpressible, seductive, sub-
duing, inimitable, — such .as the son of Semele might have
worn before he took to ferment his grapes and drink deeply
of the liquor. The voice sounded sweet, silvery, and saucy
too, as she said :
"Good folks, when your breath comes back, be kind
enough to inform me if you have in the house a gentleman
of the name of Mr. Oliver Goldsmith P" Before reply was
given, she had shaken hands with Morgan, tapped Mrs. Grif-
fiths on the cheek, and afber kissing her husband, clapped his
wig on his head wrong side before, and broke into melodi.
ous peals of laughter, in which every one present would
LEPT-HAIO) PANEL. 27
have joined, liad they not of one accord kept silent to listen
to the silvery intonations of her own mirth.
" My dear Mrs. Bellamy," said Qriffiths, " I am glad to
find you well enough to be out. As to Mr. Oliver G-old-
smith, there he stands ; but may I be bold enough to ask
what you want with my servant P "
"Don't be impertinent, Griffiths, nor use false terms.
Mrs. Griffiths, you should teach your husband better man*
ners. Ton can't P Don't I know it, my dear ? Mr. Gold-
smith, I have read the specimens you have sent me of your
intended tragedy, and they will not do. Now don't look
downhearted. I commend to you the maxim of our German
trumpeter in the orchestra, — * Time brings roses.' "
" Alas, Madam," said Goldsmith timidly, "even if it be so,
shall I ever reach them without pricking my fingers with
the thorns P "
" Of course not ! Why should you ? Who does ? As
long as we can pluck the roses, never mind a scratch or two.
Everybody has a thorn. Even wealthy Griffiths here feels the
smart of it. Who is Griffiths's thorn ; eh, Mrs. Griffiths ?"
" Madam," said that lady, who hated Mrs. Bellamy, " I
hope she is not."
" I hope so, too, my dear," answered the actress ; " and
I did not say she was. I only asked a question. And, then,
we have all got our pleasant little faults, which we must
strive to amend — some day." (This was said with a saucy
look.) " Have we anything else that is objectionable, Mr.
Goldsmith ? "
" Well, Madam," said Oliver, " I dare say we aU have —
our viceSy which we surrender, as Lais the courtesan did her
mirror, when she grew old, and found no more pleasure in
employing it. Our hopes, I trust, we may always retain.
Do you bid me keep mine ? "
" Bid you ! Young man, there is stuff in you that shall
make people talk of you centuries to come."
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" And love me ? "
" And love you. Some of .us will be despised, and some
forgotten, when you. Sir, will be honoured ; but you must
not write tragedies. You have the most charming style
possible, but no more suited to tragedy than my muslin
slip to — to — to Titus Andronicus. What have you done
besides making these attempts on stilts ? "
" I have only written a trifle," said the author modestly.
" It 's my first article, — a review of Mr. Mallet's * Northern
Antiquities.' "
Mrs. Bellamy made a comically wry face, shook her head,
and then remarked, " I dare say it is as bad as your tragedy."
" Probably," replied the perplexed author.
"And perhaps not," good-naturedly exclaimed the actress.
" Will you come and take a dish of tea with a queen, and
read this article to her majesty ? "
" Queen ! " cried the two Griffithses. " What queen ? We
have no queen since the demise of her most gracious majesty
Queen Caroline. Se take tea with a queen ?"
" Ah, dear stupid old folks, Mr. Goldsmith has more wit
than both of you ; and old Morgan here, I see, knows of a
queen in England not yet defunct. Now, Sir," she added,
"put your manuscript in your pocket, and come along."
She glanced rapidly at his coat, slightly curled her charming
and ineffably impertinent nose ; and then, with a "pshaw,"
and a stamp of her little foot, as if annoyed with herself, she
exclaimed, "My chariot waits; let us go."*
She swept through the shop like a graceftd vision ; and
as Goldsmith, his hour for labour having expired, prepared
to follow her, Griffiths put his hand on his sleeve, and asked
with great simplicity, —
" Mr. Goldsmith, who is the queen you are going to take
tea with, and to read to her your first article ? "
" Queen Roxalana," said Goldsmith, with a smile.
" Oh," exclaimed the publisher and his wife, " the cha-
LEFT-HAIO) FAN£L. 29
racter she plays in * Alexander the j9-reat' ! It is onlj her-
self."
" Only herself!" returned Goldsmith. " She, herself, is
worth to me a throne-room full of queens. She has encou-
raged me with a hope of fame and the love of a generation
to come. The promise is an inducement to labour, and I
will endure much for the great recompense."
" Ah, Sir, I see, from the company you keep, you will be
a miserable writer of comedies, or some such trash ! Sir,
you will die in the Miut, and be forgotten a fortnight after*
wards."
« I have faith in her promise, and in my own perse-
verance to make reality of it. This is 1757, and I have
written nothing but an article for a review. Perhaps, in
1857, sovereigns may have my collected works in their li-
braries, and I may be affectionately known beyond the ocean.
Perhaps — "
" Now, Mr. Goldsmith!" called the sweet voice from the
coach at the door.
" You are stark staring mad," said Griffiths ; " but remem-
ber, Sir, I expect you here early to-night, and at work by
nine to-morrow. There is the article on ' Douglas' to be coup
eluded, and a second is to follow on Mr. Jonas Hanway's
book ; and I fear that this rantipole company will unfit you
for steady labour."
" Cease to fear it. Sir. What I have undertaken to per-
form shall be accomplished ;" and he hurried off to the im-
patient sovereign lady in the glittering vehicle at the door.
She kissed the tips of her rosy fingers to the trio who had
followed Goldsmith to the threshold; and many a queen
would have given her ears — or, at least, her earrings — ^to
have looked half so imperiously and saucily handsome.
" Humph," said Griffiths, as the carriage drove off with
its well-contrasted freight, " Beauty and the Beast."
** Beauty!" cried his lady; "why she's crooked! They
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look like what they are — ^an impudent hussej and a mastiff-
puppy. What do you say, Mr. Morgan?"
" Well, I was going to say, Hebe and Hercules ; but I
would rather call them Intellectual and Material Beauty."
" Good gracious," cried Mrs. Griffiths, " what nonsense !
Mrs. Bellamy, I tell you, is crooked ; and Goldsmith is ninny
enough to think people will talk of him in 1867. I really
shall die of laughing. Dr. Hawksworth may be the darling
of ages to come ; but a half-starved drudge like Oliver Gold-
smith — pshaw!"
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While Mrs. Bellamy and the dazzled yet self-possessed
Oliver, who now felt as sure of fame as Mr. Dodd did of
fortune, under promise of a benefice if he devoted his pen
to the support of the Qt)vemment of Gteorge 11., proceeded
in the lady's chariot towards Southampton Street, she briefly
informed him that, moved by the evidences of his ability in
the papers he had sent for her perusal, she had repaired to
the house of Griffiths the publisher, with the fixed object in
view of effecting, or, at all events, of oflering something that
might turn out of great advantage to him.
" A clerical friend of mine," she said, " is coming to see
me today. He is a literary man ; and I may affirm," she
added, with the look and voice of a light-hearted and light-
principled woman, used to make such affirmations and to
attach but little importance to them, " I may affirm that he is
rather an ardent admirer of mine — at least he says so. His
name is Dodd. He has heard of you. Do you know him?"
Gt)ldsmith shook his head, and then said, " I know his
brother, and indeed himself — the one, however, not much
better than the other. I met one at a tavern, and encoun-
tered the other at church."
"His brother!" exclaimed Mrs. Bellamy, " tell me how,
and when did that occur ?"
" Well, Madam, it was on Saturday night, a month ago.
Chance drove me, by force of a storm, into a tavern in Black-
friars, where I found a score of honest fellows (I dare to
say they were) making merry under the presidency of the
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jolliest if not the most honest fellow in the room. This
chairman, who looked as fine as a lord-in-waiting, bat had
much more wit in him, drank deeper, laughed louder, swore
more variously, smoked more furiously, and sang funnier
songs, and made more blasphemous speeches, than any other
member of the society. Late at night I saw the handsome
blackguard carried, surcharged with more liquor than sense,
out of the room, I suppose to his lodgings. I made no com-
ment nor asked any question, for 1 was a stranger, and
knew not whom the comments I could have made might
offend.''
"But what has this to do with Mr. Dodd ?" asked the
actress.
" You shall hear, Madam. On the following day, being
Sunday, I attended St. Olave's church, where the vivacity,
earnestness, and lucidity of the preacher — it was Mr. Dodd
— aroused the congregation out of the torpor into which
they had fallen under a drowsy reader of the prayers. The.
preacher had not uttered two sentences before I was struck
with a wonderful resemblance he bore to the jocose, uproari-
ous, unclean, blaspheming reveller of the night before. But
he looked taller, much less healthy, more modest, and his
pallid face and uncertain eye were in strong contrast with
the flushed countenance and audacious look of the tavern-
king of the night before. They were wonderfully alike ; but
I was soon convinced, as indeed I wished to be, that of
course they were not identical."
• Mrs. Bellamy slightly laughed, looked out of the carriage,
flung a shilling to a half-starved-looking family, (who imme-
diately descended therewith into the next gin-vault, for the
spirit-devil had cellars and not palaces, tJien^ and, with a
knowing smile still mantling on her face, said, " "Well, 1 sup-
pose you thought of the two Antipholuses, the pair of Dro^
mios, and the brace of Sosias !"
" I did not know what to think," answered Goldsmith,.
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" for I became first perplexed and then be\nldered. As the
preacher grew warm and energetic, his resembhmce to the
lord of misrule of the night before grew more striking. I
rather gazed at than listened to him; and as I gazed, it
seemed to me that I heard a confused medley of godly truths
and godless songs ; that I saw bright openings of heaven
and felt fierce blasts from hell ; and, in short, so troubled
was I, that I did not awaken there&om. Madam, till I found
myself nearly alone in the church."
''And thenT* said Mrs. Bellamy, kissing her hand the
while to a sickly-looking lady in a coach, going in a con-
trary direction, adding, rather to herself than to Goldsmith,
** Poor Peg WoflGmgton ! She hates me still ; but I have
the best of life now, on or off the stage, and I won^t be
uncivil to her, poor wretch ! " Having thus manifested her
cojirteous charity, Mrs. Bellamy again said —
« And what then, Mr. Goldsmith ?"
"Then, Madam, I resolved to be enlightened, and re-
paired to the vestry, requesting permission to speak a word
with the reverend preacher. He advanced to meet me, and
at once inquired my business. I briefly and rapidly related
the incident of the previous night, and added that I had been
80 astounded by his resemblance to my profane Mend of that
night that, however presumptuous it might seem to him, I
Gould not leave the church without once more looking on
him."
« What did Mr. Dodd say to that ?"
" He turned. Madam, to the reader of the morning, and
laying his hands on the shoulders of that gentleman, ex-
claimed, " Fitzroy ! do you hear this ? Again I am the vic-
tim of this detested resemblance ! Oh, Sir ! oh, my friend
Fitzroy ! What can I say but * Alas, my unhappy brother ! ' "
" You almost seem to smile. Madam," remarked Oliver to
Mrs. Bellamy, who was much nearer to absolute laughter ;
" but it was a shocking circumstance — "
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" That it wms ! shockiiig enoagh in all conscieDce, Ck>
on ; I promise tou I will not laogh.**
"" Afadam, the gentleman, whose name I tiien learned was
Dodd, looked heartfl j ashamed of his brother ; and as for
the other gentleman, Mr. iltsoT, he too aliOQk wiih erident
emotion."
^ So do I, believe me/' said the actreaB, laogfaing, and
from much the same cause. "' The wickedness of Mr. Dodd's
brother must be Terj distressing to Mr. Dodd ; but I dare
saj he will get oyer it. Meanwhile, he — the clergyman,
not the taTem-haunter — is anxious to be of use to you,
and you will meet him at my house. And here we are,
and the Eeverraid Mr. Srnnamist is coming, — ^you see I
keep choice company, — who is still more anxious to serve
you than Mr. Dodd. Come along. Sir; come along!"
These last words were a consequence of Gk>ldsmith's evi-
dent strong reluctance to enter the house, as soon as he
heard the name of that areh-rascaL But who could hang
back when Mrs. Bellamy said, *' Come along" ? Gk>ldsmith
could not, at all events, and the silvery voice, the graceful
presence, the winning smile, and the pleasantly beckoning
finger, subdued him. He followed her into the house, the
door of which was opened by a little African boy, with a
monkey on his shoulder and a turban on his head.
As Gk)ldsmith entered, he was immediately followed by
Mr. Dodd, who had arrived at the house almost at the same
moment; and, the former turning round, the two men at
once recognized each other.
" Sir," said Oliver, " I hope you are well ; and I hope your
brother is well."
**Gniank you! thank you!" was the acknowledgment of
the first part of this expressed hope. A wave of the hand
was the pantomimic reply to the second portion. It might
have meant a wish that Goldsmith would not inquire after
the tavern roysterer, or that Mr. Dodd had done with his
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reprobate kinsmaii, and desired to hear no more on that
subject. And thereupon, the two individuals advanced fur-
ther into the house, and were formally introduced to each
other by Mrs. Bellamy.
As the Black-boy was closing the door, it was gently
pushed open by a clerical-looking gentleman who had an
abstracted air about him, and who moved mechanically to-
wards the staircase.
"That must be that rascal Synnamist," thought Gold-
smith.
" May I die," said Dodd, " if it is not Mr. Wesley !"
" John "Wesley ! " exclaimed Mrs. Bellamy ; " you charm-
ing man ! I am delighted to see you. What ever brought
you here ? "
" !Friend," said Wesley, with grave steady voice, and a
rather puzzled aspect, " if you be one of the children of this
world," — and his eye calmly passed over her, with a search-
ing mission, and an apparently unsatisfactory result, " you
will call it * chance.' I myself might think I came hither
by mistake, for I now see this is not the house to which I
intended to come, when I left my own. But there is, doubt-
less, neither chance nor mistake in the matter. I have been
directed hither for some good purpose ; which I pray to be
enabled to perform. If counsel, caution, or admonition be
wanting here, — and where is one or the other not wanting ? —
lam ready, under reliable guidance," (and here he looked na-
turally upwards,) " to administer either. Friends, come in ! "
And he actually led the way as if the mansion were his
own; and Mrs. Bellamy, Dodd, and Goldsmith followed
him, — each wearing a different and a peculiar expression.
Oliver, susceptible and impressionable, looked at the modern
apostle with admiration and envy. "-He has reaped fame
enough, Mid deserves it ! " he murmured ; and then he
thought that it was a very fine thing to be the counsellor of
thousands, and that he himself, were he to try the vocation,
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might have his name in men's months, or rather in their'
hearts, — even as was that of Wesley.
Dodd walked after the English Loyola with a feeling of
respect which he could not suppress, and a mingled look of
ridicule and contempt. *' This fellow," so ran his comment,
''is making mountains of money; and must be hoarding
thousands, for he spends little or nothing. By Joyo ! I '11
see whether I cannot hare as many followers in the Church
as he has out of it, and make as much money by them ;" —
and another ''by Jove!" implied that he highly approved
of the very excellent suggestion.
But it was the sprightly actress who seemed to derive
most delight from the presence of the unexpected visitor
whom she followed into the drawing-room. Subduing as
much as was in her power, a little silvery laugh, she half-
covered her face with her fSui, felt ecstatic at the idea of
John Wesley being in the house of Lord Tyrawley's gay
daughter, and taking the whole thing as a most admirable
joke, was anxious to thoroughly enjoy it. She too, however,
had her comment. " Dear, good, delicious man ! " she cried
half aloud. " Is there any creature in the world who wins the
admiration of millions, as he does ? How I envy him ! And
how I wonder that he does not look the prouder for it!"
And now the four individuals, each so widely differing from
the others, and each from every other, stood together in the
same room.
Wesley's discriminating eye had readily perceived that
neither of the men was " at home ;" but that the lady was
very much so indeed. He accordingly addressed himself to
her. " Be seated, Madam," said he, as if ^ were really the
master, " you are, if I mistake not, mistress, here."
"Well," said the actress, with an eye that sparkled, one.
could hardly say whether with a smile or a tear, " mistress is,
I believe, my most appropriate title ; and I am happy to see
Mr. Wesley in my poor dwelling."
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"IVhat is your name ? " bluntly, but not unkindly, asked
Wesley.
" Oh, Lord !'* cried the Brcverend Mr. Dodd, in a tone that
set Mrs. Bellamy in a brief convulsion of laughter ; " he is
going to examine us in the Catechism !"
"iFriend!" said Wesley, "there is one name that thou
shalt not take in vain. The law of God forbids, and I, His
serrant, denounce such sacrilege. Be silent, if by speaking
thou canst only be scurrilous." Mr. Dodd seemed inclined
to retort, but happening to look at Goldsmith, he saw such
approval of Wesley's course in the hard lines on the face of
the literary drudge ; — and, turning towards Mrs. Bellamy,
observed her gazing with such respect on the figure of
the " Methodist," that he contented himself with uttering a
little sound of impatience, and then, lazily cast himself at
nearly fuU length on a broad high-backed couch, which hap-
pened to be near him. He beckoned to Goldsmith to come
round to him ; but Oliver would not be affected by the sig-
nal ; he kept looking from Wesley to Mrs. Bellamy, and
back again from the actress to the apostle ; — and each time
with apparent increase of interest.
"What is your name, Mistress?" repeated Wesley, in
the tone of a catechist, who a second time addresses himself
to a favourite but perhaps heedless child. " What is your
name ? " *
Mrs. Bellamy seemed as puzzled to reply to this simple
question, as the poor, brilliant creature would certainly
have been unable to answer to the next question in the
Catechism, " Who gave you that name ?" Nevertheless she
was too young, too high-spirited, too much accustomed
to carry all things as she chose to carry them, to be long
daunted. At the present moment, she did AVesley the
honour, and her own better feelings the credit, of being
ashamed of her name. She was, however, a wonderftil
adept at evasion, — and she replied, not directly to Wesley's
query, yet with strict truth : —
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'' I am the grand-daughter of Mr. Seale, the Quaker/
Wesley looked pleased. " Ay ! ay !" he said, " of the
wealthy Friend whose stem virtue was the admiration of
all men, even of those who could not approve of either his
religious or political principles. But thou art not of the
Society," he added, with a slight emphasis on the word
italicized, and a slight smile as he gave expression to it.
Mrs. Bellamy would not evade any longer the object
sought by her visitor. *' Sir," said she, steadily, but with
nothing of her old, audacious, and seductive manner; '^ J
am an actress ; my name is George Anne Bellamy ; I am
twenty-four years of age ; — and I believe I care for nothing
on earth but admiration !"
She paused, expecting that Wesley would fall into a
manifestation of wrath. Dodd too, looked narrowly at him
from the sofa, as a Spaniard at a bull-fight may look at a
promising bull in the arena, from whose fury he expected no
inconsiderable amount of gratification. As for Goldsmith,
he moved forward a step or two, and was about to utter a
few words of deprecation. All three evidently expected an
ebullition of spiritual anger, but all three were deceived ;
because not one of them knew " the man."
" On earth ?" said Wesley ; " be it so ; though it may be
not worth seeking, finding, or holding. Is there no love,
child, that thou carest for ?"
The lively George Anne had a very impudent answer al-
ready on her lips, but she suppressed it. A smile remained
there, however, as the ignorant young actress, who was the
idol of a bad half of the town, repeated the word, "Lcwe,
Sir ?"
" Ay ! the love of the Father ; comparied with which all
worldly admiration is filth ; nay, worse, is a snare that drag-
geth whomsoever is taken by it, down to everlasting Hell."
The four people were silent for a moment. Wesley was
the first, however, to speak. Looking at Mrs. Bellamy, he
said ; " So thou art that godless thing an actress !"
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Goldsmith again stepped forward, he bad not hitherto
seated himself, and, overflowing to the lips with charity, he
stammered out, " Spare the lady. Sir, and us who are her
friends. If benevolence be a godlike virtue, Mrs. Bellamy
is not godless."
" If righteousness be but filthy rags, of what value is mere
benevolence alone ? Why, man, it is a luxury, and that is not
the ladder by which the heights of Heaven may be scaled."
" Hm !" remarked Dodd, from the sofa, " that 's an obser-
vation which I will develope in my next sermon to the Mag-
dalens in Wellclose Square." He made a note of it, at the
time ; and a great sensation, therewith, some Sundays sub-
eequently.
"And so," resumed Wesley, "thou art that godless thing
an actress ! That people of thy wicked calling do not neces-
sarily lack benevolence, even to me and to my people, far be
it from me to deny. There is one Mr. Edward Shuter,
living in Denzil Street, not far from here, — and he giveth
largely from his earnings, especially to Mr. Whitfield. The
man is a charitable man, but he hath too much humour,
which spoileth all. He never brings me a roll of ten guineas,
for the poor, without staying thrice as many minutes, — at
the end of which time I have a humiliating and exhausting
sense of dissipation ; he makes me laugh, in spite of myself,
and to me his golden balsam is as smitings on the head.
But he hath a kindly heart, may it yet be touched by a feel-
ing more divine, — and thine too, young woman ! — nay, look
not offended at the word ; would I were sure that thou art
true woman, as that I know thee to be young!"
Mrs. Bellamy here smiled her ineffably impertinent and
intoxicating smile.
" True woman,** cried Wesley, somewhat more sternly
than hitherto. " Woman faithful to the mission that God
hath committed to her ; or, if erring, repentant as Mary was,
whose tears of sorrow were more acceptable where they feU
than the most richly scented ointment."
40 KEW FICTUBES AJSB OLD PANELS.
At this remark, Mr. Dodd again entered a note upon his
** tablets ;" the word Magdalen once more falling firom his
lips, as he slightly altered the lines of Pope, —
" At such words, shall
' My Mr ones beautifully cij
In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted eye.'*'
"Wesley, as he heard the word uttered, turned to Gold-
smith, fancying he had spoken, and said, '^ What of Magda-
len ? Do I say what may be gainsaid ?"
Poor Goldsmith looked exceedingly abashed ; stammered,
as was often the case with him, when suddenly addressed,
and protested that he received with satisfaction every
word uttered by Mr. "Wesley. " I enjoy it the more. Sir,"
said Oliver, " that I at first took you for Mr. EK Syn*
namist, who is, I believe, a very different person in every;
respect."
" Who can say P" was Wesley's form of reply ; — " and yet
I hope we may be different. I know something of the
gentleman you have named. When I was last in Lincoln-
shire, I preached from a tombstone, near the church which
he was temporarily serving. It was in the evening, when
his own church was closed; — and he came to hear my
sermon, — ' •
" Well then, he was a liberal fellow ; why do you speak,
slightingly of my friend ?" asked Dodd.
" — To hear my sermon, and to enjoy what was to come of
it. Before I had got half through it, I found myself carried
off my legs, conveyed to a pond close by, and was twice
dragged through it, while Mr. Synnamist looked on and
directed proceedings from the summit of his own steeple."
" By Jove, that was good, and Synnamist is coming here !"
cried Dodd, bursting into loud laughter. Goldsmith uttered
something very like the word "beast!" but it might have
been a strongly accentuated " Fst! " At all events, it re-
duced Mr. Dodd to silence ; and Mrs. Bellamy was so grate-
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fill for the service, that taking Goldsmith by the hand, she
introduced him to Wesley, by name, and added, —
" He is a protege of mine. I have brought him here to-
day to make him known to some men of mark, who may help
him whither he most desires to go. Mr. Goldsmith, too wise,
like me, to care for passing admiration," — she smiled, as she
looked at his homely features, which caused him to smile
too, and th^n he looked still more homely, — " has only one
ambition, of fame, now and for ever ; here and hereafter."
" A good name here, and its reward hereafter, are worthy
objects of desire, if I understand what you say of the young
gentleman rightly," said Wesley. "What I understand
thereby is a good name on the book of judgment, and a good
report on the trumpets of the angels whose brazen instru-
ments wiU peal over while they direct the way whither man
must go, after judgment is pronounced. Is this the fame and
recompense which you seek, Mr. Goldsmith? Sit down,
Sir."
Oliver dropped into a chair almost unconsciously. Then,
recovering from his confusion, he said, " Certainly, that also,
that also ! I was taught that such were the better reputation
and reward to be sought after by men, by my father, who was
a clergyman." Wesley nodded approval. " But I confess'
that I also desire, with all my soul, another sort of fame too.-
I should be happy if I could feel assured that in a godless
and indecent age, my pen should accomplish some work or
wovkfl^ which matrons, maids, and men, might take up, for
ages to come, with pleasure and lay down with approval. If
I be permitted to achieve one or many works, there shall not-
be a page of them that shall bring up a blush on any ingenu-
ous cheek, nor give a pang to any honest heart. Oh that
I may but effect this end!" And the tears stood in his
honest eyes.
■ Wesley looked moved for a moment; but only for a
moment. The old, graceful calm came over him 5 and con-
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BciouB that there is but one object about which man should
be concerned, he enlarged thereon with wonderful eloquence,
simplicity, and earnestness. He decried Fame as a Vapour
that is scattered — an empty sound that dieth away — a
circle extending over the face of the waters, only to fade at
last — a writing on the sand, that the steps of man or the
waves of Time shall obliterate ; these and a hundred other
figures he employed till he had battered the trumpet of
Fame into worthlessness, plucked every feather out of the
brilliant wings, and made of the ideal angel so worshiped
by us all, such a draggled, humbled, contemptible figure,
that Goldsmith himself was half-ashamed of the idol which
he daily and hourly reverenced.
" And yet. Sir," he ventured to remark, " man must have
an object ; the more innocent the better. Surely fame is
an honest end in view. I should work to all the more use-
ful purpose if I thought my name might be sounded with
honest affection by the lips and in the ears of men in ages
to come."
Wesley had compassion on the poor young fellow, but
he pressed his heel, nevertheless, on the fair-looking angel
whom Oliver had placed erect and was again worshiping.
" Friend," said he, " the fame thou dreamest of is not worth
the labour bestowed upon it. "What thou doest, do for the
glory of God, not for thine own glory, of which thou art now
thinking. Such £a.me as that which now occupies thy mind,
my good friend, may result in thy name living for awhile on
earth, but it will do nothing towards obtaining for thy soul
a place in heaven."
"May I not have my mission, too, like other men?"
asked Oliver, who, alarmed at the laugh from Dodd, and the
smile on the fece of Wesley, added, as if he had been too
presumptuous, " a small mission, perhaps, yet not a useless
one ? I have read that the heathen philosophers who incul-
cated virtue and spoke of a watchful deity, may have only
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been fulfilling their mission in preparing a corrupt world for
a revelation of purity."
"Wesley musingly, and seemingly with a critical spirit,
repeated the well-known lines : —
"Then those who followed Beason's dictates right,
liyed up and lifted high their natural light.
With Socrates may see their Maker's face,
While thousand ruhrio martyrs want a place."
"Tes, it has been said ; and I will not contradict that.
Tou may have your mission. Abraham was called, Isaac
was chosen, Bahab was saved, and David selected. The in-
struments are nothing ; He who employeth them, all and
everything. Think then of thy mission, not of thyself; of
the glory of God, not of thine own laudation."
" Sir," said Goldsmith earnestly, " I will try to do what
you recommend, and hope yet to — "
" Gain fame by following my advice ? Is that what thou
wouldest say ?" Goldsmith blushed and was silent. " Well,
well," rejoined Wesley, " accomplish thy best with the means
vouchsafed to thee ; but if thou wouldest really be a man^
keep thy love of human glory subordinate."
" And, Socrates I" said Mr. Dodd, looking at Goldsmith,
who was ugly enough to have stood as a model to a painter.
for -the plain teacher of ancient days, " Socrates, if thou
wouldest be happier here, as well as elsewhere, than the
* rubric martyrs' just noticed, beware of associating thyself
with a Xantippe ! Eh, Mr. Wesley ? "
"Wesley could not suppress a slight emotion which betrayed
his having been rather rudely touched. In all Christendom
there was not perhaps such a complete virago as Mrs. Wesley.
Paul had a thorn in his side, and Job had heavy afflictions
and an indifferent wife to boot ; but the thorn of Paul, the
woes of the man of Uz, and even his wife, were positive lux-
uries and enviable things, compared with the tribulations
which overwhelmed John Wesley in the person of his spouse.
44 NEW PICTUBES AKD OLD VATSTEZS.
The allusion to Xantippe made him wince,— and to conceal d
vexation of which he himself was ashamed, he turned to Mrs-.'
Bellamy with an inquiring look, as if he desired to know
something of the person who had last addressed him.
" The Eeverend Mr. Dodd, of St. Olave's, who abeady
knows you by sight." At this imperfect form of presenta-
tion, the gentleman named arose from the sofa, advanced a
step or two, receded as many, as if he were about to dance
a minuet, and then effected a bow so ceremoniously low that
it bore very much the air of mockery. Wesley smiled, ex-
tended his hand — not for the Eeverend Mr. Dodd to grasp,
but with an air of quiet command, implying, " That wiU do ;
enough, and more than enough," — and added his simple but
irresistible formula, "Be seated!"
Dodd obeyed, almost with the unconscious and ready
obedience which Goldsmith (who was now looking on the
scene rather than sharing in it, with Mrs. Bellamy) had ren-
dered to the same command. When he was seated, Wesley,
having recovered full self-possession, resumed. —
" Mr. Dodd, you and I are, as I believe, both Lincolnshire,
men. My father at Epworth, as yours at Bourne, had that.
almost intolerable, certainly most awful, responsibility, the
care and guidance of immortal souls. We both hold the
same high office that our fathers have held before us ; may
we both do so to the saving of those souls and of our own!".
" Excuse me," said the Eeverend William Dodd, drawing •
himself slightly up, and yet assuming that condescending
Hiir which pride so often wears, and under which it is doubly
irritating and offensive, " excuse me ; we are not exactly on
the equal terms to which you allude. You are greatly my
elder, by a score of years or more, and yet I will be bold
enough to remind you that you hive not followed the exam-
ple of your father, for you have created schism in the
Church, and instead of bread you have given men nothing
but stones. Nevertheless," he added, "we are of the same
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county ; we should be better acquainted. You bave made
a vast fortune, and are continually, so fame says, increasing
it. I am only at the commencement of building up mine.
It will be a splendid one, I hope ; and, perhaps, if we are
remembered for nothing else, men may talk with wonder, in
a hundred years, of the fortunes of the two lads from Lincoln-
shire. Meanwhile, I shall be happy to see you in Hart
Street. Will you dine with me to-morrow? — When wiU
you come?"
Wesley looked with mingled pity, wonder, and contempt
upon the speaker and his words. He remained sUent.
" You are not courteous, Sir," said Dodd ; at which speech
Gk)ldsmith raised his hands, and looked with some wonder
at Mrs. Bellamy, who at the moment was balancing on the
point of her foot the slipper which had just fallen from it.
" You are not courteous, Sir," repeated Dodd.
" I regret to hear you say so," answered Wesley, " and
ask of you to pardon me. I was thinking of my old Univer-
sity days, when I was wont to receive hospitable invitations,
like yours just offered to me, by men who did not affect to
be my superiors. It was my object to narrowly watch all
who came to visit me, and I feared that the majority neither
loved nor feared God. I could not expect, therefore, that
they would do me any good. When any such came, I be-
haved, I trust, courteously ; but to the question, ' When will
you come to see me ?' I gave no answer. They came again,
perhaps, a few times, but when they found their visits unre-
tumed, I saw them no more."
" Well !" exclaimed Dodd, " and do you not call this dis-
courtesy, that you say as much to me ?"
" I call it truth ; a lesson ; a suggestion ; a story with a
moral to it. Mr. Dodd had better make the best applica-
tion he can of all. Let him aim at building up a fortune,
as he calls it, in Heaven, where it cannot perish ; not one of
filthy lucre upon earth, which may give promise of firmness
46 ITEW FICTimSS AKD OLD PAJTELS.
to-day, and maj end in hideous ruin ere the setting sun has
all gone down upon it."
" Oh ! I know your trick, Sir," cried Dodd, with increasing
vexation; " you pretend to the gift of prophecy, and you
draw divinations from texts of Scripture fortuitously hit
upon. You — "
** Friend," said Wesley, almost sternly, " he who knocks
at the gates of that Book, with faith in his heart and inno-
cence on his hands, shall never want for an answer, and that
answer shall be everlasting truth." He took out a small
Bible from his pocket. " There," said he, " seek, thou shalt
find."
Mr. Dodd took the book in his hands, and was about to
open it ; but he suddenly seemed ashamed, or was afraid.
He flung the volume on the table, on which the Black-boy
had been disposing a tea-equipage, and he made the cups
dance in their saucers. " It would be blasphemy," he cried,
" and yet I know not. It is good to treat a fool according
to his folly. Come, Sir, since this is the fashion with you,
try these sortes, mere pagan fashion though it be, try this
method yourself, but on my part. Let us see what cross or
comic answer may come to such nonsensical questioning."
Wesley was in the act of pouring some water from a de-
canter into a glass. The latter was half-filled. He laid
down the decanter, did not apply his lips to the glass ; but
he took up the sacred volume, pressed it to his mouth, kissed
it reverently, and prayed over it silently, but fervently, with
closed eyes.
The Eeverend William Dodd looked uneasy. Mrs. Bel-
lamy was evidently awed. Oliver was undisturbed, but
greatly interested. He had faith in the prophet, in his
method, in his power, and in the volume by which he was
about to work. " Now!" said Oliver.
The exclamation was caused by the rapt look which illu-
minated the ordinarily calm features of the great and new
teacher. With head upraised, with arm extended, with the
CSKTBE FAinSL. 47
book held forth, and with a finger slowly reached to the
pages, he sought solemnly for the message for which Wil-
liam Dodd had so scomftdly asked. The finger, like a di-
vining rod, bent over the leaves, sank between them, opened
the volume, and rested on a particular passage.
" Attend," said Wesley, with great gravity ; " these are
the words of the Lord ! "
Dodd sank back in the chair behind him, as if he no longer
cared to hear them. Mrs. Bellamy hurriedly let her foot
fall to the ground, and pushed it into her slipper. She had
not been accustomed to be bidden to give heed to the words
of the Lord ; and she was afiected by something more than
the mere novelty of the incident. Goldsmith remained in
his chair, grasping its sides vigorously, as if by a show of
strength he could conceal a growing nervous weakness which
was irresistible.
"Attend!" repeated Wesley, "for these are the words of
the Lord ; and because they are the words of the Lord, re-
ceive them with reverence — standing .' "
It was a singular sight, to see how instinctively he was
obeyed. Actress, author, fashionable preacher, all were
alike affected, and all simultaneously obeyed.
" 2%e»«," said Wesley once more, with solemn emphasis,
" are the words of the Lord vouchsafed as an answer to our
grave inquiry, on the part of the Eeverend Mr. Dodd. Thus
doth the Lord say unto him : — * And among these nations
thou shalt find no ease : neither shall the sole of thy foot
have rest ; but the Lord shall give thee a trembling heart,
and fiiiling of eyes, and sorrow of mind ; and thy life shall
hjEUig in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and
night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life.' "
You might have heard a pin drop in that room, as Wesley,
with a sigh, re-conveyed the book to his bosom, and looking
at Dodd, with compassion, exclaimed, " May the Lord have
mercy on thy soul, thou miserable sinner!"
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Dodd was as pale as a spectre ; but it was partly with
rage. Haying no faith in the sortes, he jet could not help
being considerably affected by the solemn passage, solemnly
delivered by Wesley, and solemnly followed by the prayer
that the Lord would have mercy on his soul. The imperti-
nence of the thing, however, as he styled it, affected him
still more, — with almost uncontrollable wrath. He could not
speak intelligibly, so violent was his agitation. At length,
he burst into wild, hysterical laughter, and this was followed
by an incoherent tirade, of what his expectations were, and
how he should rise and enjoy life and grow rich, while the
Methodist teacher would still remain a teacher and nothing
else, — unless, perhaps, he became a cheat. " I have glorious
prospects. Sir, before me," he exclaimed. ** Glorious, I say.
Sir. My intercourse with the nobility will lead me to
Royalty ; the patronage of Eoyalty will lead me to lasting
greatness. I may be a Bishop, Sir ! a Bishop, I say, ruling
a diocese, while you hold nothing but the ministry of an
illegal uncanonical conventicle ; where you must tremble at
the loss of every individual member, while my fortune will
be stable. Tremble you must, I say. Sir ; for, why p what
for ? ah, ah ! what are the words, the lines, the sentiment
of — what's-his-name, the poet, when he doubtless thought
of fools like you, — what are the words? — oA.'" — with a
groan.
" Do you mean," asked Wesley, quite unmoved, —
' Fools are more hard to conquer than persuade ?* "
" No, no ! after that ! after that ! I have it ! I have it ! —
* Their busy teachers mingled with the Jews,
And raked for converts e'en tlie court and st^ws ;
Which Hebrew priests the more imkindly took,
Because thejleece accompanies the flock*
* Because the fleece accompanies the flocTc ;' good that is !
good that is ! and applicable, if not to you, to the poor devils
OXKTBE PANEL. 49
under jou, who depend entirely on the Toluntary offerings
of the deluded."
Wesley seemed scarcely to attend to this nonsense and
misapplication. Dodd only raved the more ; and the louder
he raved, the nearer Goldsmith and Mrs. Bellamy drew to
each other to gaze at him. He poured forth, sometimes
with a wild sort of eloquence and an insane abuse of logic,
sentence after sentence of contempt, reproof, and accusation
against the Methodists. He dishonoured his own Church
and himself by his unenlightened advocacy of the former,
and his egregious praise of his own person and mission.
Nothing, at last, could be fouler than the epithets which he
flung at his undisturbed opponent ; nothing more ridiculous
than his concluding assertion that if perfection was to be
found on earth, it was — in the Reverend Mr. Dodd.
" Perfection is by grace, and may come suddenly, I allow,"
said Wesley; "show how thou art perfect!" — and as he
uttered the words, he took up the tumbler half-filled with
water, and very placidly flung the contents into the perfect
Christian's face.
Dodd roared, then danced, then both danced and roared
with rage. Wesley would have let him roar, and roar and
dance, without interrupting him ; but the reverend gentle-
man fell to swearing, — ^flrst fashionable, then some very blas-
phemous oaths. Wesley stopped him at once, by a move-
ment of his arm.
" Thou art not perfect, poor sinful worm," he exclaimed,
" for thou knowest not how to take an oflence with meek-
ness."
This remark set Mr. Dodd again in wild motion and law-
less exclamation. The combined and contrasted exhibition
of wrath and equanimity, of patience inculcated by insult,
and insult repeated in the calm remark last made, had
various eflect on th^ two spectators of the scene. G-oldsmith
rubbed hia hands in silent ecstasy. Mrs. Bellamy made
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the room re-echo with melodious laughter. She clapped
her hands, approached Wesley light-footed and lighter-
hearted, and, before he was aware, she flung her radiant arms
around that almost sacred neck, and exclaiming, '' You dear,
delicious, incomprehensible man, I must kiss you," — she did
what she said there was compulsion upon her to do, and
Wesley could not help himself.
She was hanging on his neck, when the door suddenly
opened, and on the threshold appeared Mrs.' Wesley; behind
her, looking over her shoulder, stood Mrs. Dodd. — " Sensa-
tion T^ as the French reporters have it.
Now Mrs. Wesley was an unpleasant woman. She was
about to be so extremely unpleasant that we are bound to
advance something in her behalf. In an immoral age she
had the good fortune to be bom and brought up in a moral
and religious household. But, therewith, she bad the mis-
fortune to belong to a family, the heads of which stood, as
it were, upon stilts, and made an exhibition of super-mo-
rality and righteousness-overmuch to a wicked' generation.
In that house, every transaction was accomplished by rule,
so exact, and by time so duly measured, that a month's life
there seemed an eternity of uneasy exactitude. The children
found in their parents simply — magistrates. These were not
without benevolence, and they were rich in good example
most offensively conveyed. The discipline, in short, was
penal, after its fashion. There were seasons, when to smile
was to infringe propriety ; to unbend from the ever stiffly-
maintained perpendicular, whether of figure or sentiment,
was to outrage decency ; independence of action, on the part
of the children, freedom of thought, or liberty of speech, was
shocking and unfilial rebellion. Expansion of heart was
never there allowed ; it made children forward. They were
permitted to love only at the rate, progress, and measure
sanctioned by the parental magistracy. That magistracy
made home not beautiful, but weary, to those young hearts.
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but then it made bucH exemplfaj-lookinff puppets of the
children, that the proverbially celebrated husbands of bache-
lors' wives, and the mothers of old maids' children, pro-
nounced the family to be the most perfectly brought-up
'family ever looked down upon by the sun.
This particular girl who, now a woman, stands the not
silent exponent of rage at Mrs. Bellamy's door, left her
home at an early age, and with a bounding heart, for a
school where, however rigid and regular its discipline, she
knew that, at least, she would be able to commune with
her kind, — ^young heart to heart as young ; and that liberty,
with strangers soon to be friends, she preferred to the
monotony of cold love, dull duty, and want of confidence, at
home. And here, she might have improved ; but the school
system became, in another way, as pernicious to her as her
home discipline had been. Heavy was the cost to the pa-
ternal purse at which she was taught vanity and jealousy.
The future Mrs. Wesley was a clever girl, but she had no
particular beauty, save the beauty of youth, and was always
very plainly, although neatly dressed. She soon observed,
and not without pain, perhaps not without resentment, that
dress and good looks counted as merits with the school
authorities. At church, the maidens with the showiest slips
and the prettiest features were invariably placed in the
front row ; — and more than once, when a Bishop, and even
less dignified visitors, honoured the establishment by their
presence, it was the girl with the finest sack, or the most
resplendent farthingale; the chit with the most sparkling
eyes and the highest peach-blossomed cheeks, who were
exhibited as model girls. Of course, the young lady with
whom we are most especially concerned, began to grow
jealous of superior beauty, and to have an inordinate love of
dress. She had come to school with a disregard for home,
and she ultimately returned to the little-cared-for home
with a heart full of bitterness and costly vanity, — the result
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52 inw PICTFES8 Ain> old pakels.
of the Bystem by whicli she had been so grieyously injured
at school.
Then she found that home no better nor brighter than
before. Better it could not be; for CYery propriety was
pedestalled there in the smoothest, hardest, and coldest ot
marble. Brighter it might have been, had the sunlight of
freedom been permitted to shine upon the persons who ate,
drank, slept, moved in and out, and existed there, — almost
as smooth, silent, hard, and cold as the marble proprieties
themselves.
The bright iron cage soon lost its bird. The first wings
that fluttered near the bars attracted her attention and won
her to flight, — anywhere rather than in that decent, respect-
able, well-to-do, but awfully dull home. She became the
mistress of a rather brilliant home of her own ; and, as Mrs.
Vizelle, made many " a night of it,'* at cards. In her hus-
band, however, she found neither guide, companion, nor
friend ; and when, at an early period of her married life, she
had to assume widow's weeds, she did it with exemplary
resignation and a dower, highly satisfactory.
Hitherto, she had never really enjoyed the illusory de-
light of once having completely her own way. When the
widow's eye fell upon such a man of mark as Wesley, she
made a resolution, and therewith a determination, that it
should be realized. She decided to marry the apostle who
was the eloquent advocate of celibacy, — as regarded mi-
nisters. Perhaps her decision was founded on that advo-
cacy. However that may be, the accomplished fact fol-
lowed, to the surprise of some, the consternation of others,
and apparently to the perplexity of the missionary Benedict
himself.
" Brother," said a fellow-labourer to him, once, " tell me,
I pray, wherefore you espoused this lady ?"
" Curious friend !" answered Wesley, with a touch of the
testy humour of Coriolanus about him, '^I will inform
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tbee; — I married the lady, for reasons — best known to
myself." And nothing further was ever said on the sub-
ject ; but under our &ee constitution of society, there was a
liberty of comment among friends and neighbours, that was
perfectly astounding.
Never had the world beheld a couple so ill-matched. All
the errors of home-training, school-teaching, and world-
experience, combined to make a cruel and jealous tyrant
of Mrs. Wesley. Her husband could not stir from home %
without rude questioning, and sharp sarcasm ; while away,
she watched him from her window, or tracked his footsteps,
or set spies on his path. When he returned to his un-
happy hearth, the torrent of her passion followed him to the
door of the study, into which he locked himself; and even
then it spent and shattered itself upon the outside walls.
Ay, and to still greater lengths did this ornament of her
sex and crown of her husband audaciously extend her de-
stroying passion. There was Mrs. Bellamy, at this very mo-
ment, with her fair little plump hands on the scant locks
of Mr. Wesley. Well, Mr. Wesley's wife had more than
once had her hands in the very same place, but it was to
pluck the locks away by handsfull. And this, she now ad-
vanced to do, when she beheld the rather exciting spectacle
before her.
Let us mention, parenthetically, that Mrs. Dodd had
meanwhile slipped past her ; and, taking a seat by the side
of her still angry husband, whose misfortunes excited no
sympathy in her, she intimated to him that Eli Synnamist
had just been arrested for debt, and that that dignified
person's presence need not be further expected by any of
the party at Mrs. Bellamy's.
It was the smart application of Mrs. Wesley's right hand
to the young actress's left ear that once more set the atten-
tion in one direction. And then, the virago elevated her
shrill notes, and grievously therewith assailed the ears of all
the audience.
54 NEW PICTURES JlWD OLB PANELS.
" So," she screamed, and placed herself before Mr. Wes-
ley, " so this is your visit to a sick brother at No. 15. I
suspected you, Sir, and watched you to this house. No. 25,
and have waited till I was weary, to see you come forth ;
and now I have entered to force you home. What am 1,
with your preachings and travellings ? Fine preachings, in-
deed! But now I know you." And she advanced towards
him with a disgustingly threatening air.
"Know me!" said Wesley, "would that thou didst!
Learn to know me, if thou canst; and try to know thy-
self."
• " Know myself r^ screamed the mad mother of all the
Bacchantes, " I say I know thee, thou false one, and this
painted woman here — "
At these words, Mrs. Bellamy rubbed her pretty cheeks
with the whitest of kerchiefs, and scornfully showed that the
passionate woman was in error.
" And I suspect thee, John ; thou evil one ! who scatter-
est my means ; thy praise is all for others, thy neglect for
me, — who, who might have made a figure at Court, and
who have wherewith to support the outlay for such a circum-
stance, but that my funds are squandered in tents and
tabernacles !
(( T >»
" Stay .'" gently yet imperiously fell from the lips of her
husband ; and it checked her. " Learn, I say, to know me
better, and to know tliyself. Suspect me no more, asperse
me no more ; do not contend thus foolishly for mastery,
power, money, or praise. Be content to be a private, in-
significant person, known and beloved by God and me."
"Be content, indeed!" she exclaimed, after her brief fit
of patience. " What have I to be content with ? You are
a great personage, and I in your sight and the world's sight
am just nothing, having no character at all."
" Character !" he said, with a slight flavour of acerbity ;
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*^ that thou hast, good wife. Happj the woman who hath a
fair one in the book of God. But of what importance is
thy character to mankind ? If thou wert buried to-day, or
hadst never been bom, what loss would it be to the cause
of God ?"
This question only excited further outbursts of wrath,
poured for the most part on Mr. Wesley, but for a warm
share of which, Mrs. Bellamy came in, very frequently.
Indeed, Mrs. Wesley applied to the latter a term so exceed-
ingly unpleasant, that the ire of the actress was raised.
" Madam," she said, " I wish to be civil to a lady so much
my elder, in my own house ; but you must not asperse me,
nor disparage, by so doing, my own mother, who has more
than once sat at the same card-table at Bath, with yourself,
when Mrs. Yizelle, and with Mrs. Whitfield, when she was
the Widow James."
Wesley looked almost cross ; but he could not controvert
the truth ; he therefore made the best of it ; — as indeed
George Whitfield himself did, on similar occasions : — " Mrs.
Whitfield was, as I have heard, a very gay lady ; but now
she is one of the despised lambs of God."
Mrs. Wesley had words enough at will, wherewith to pelt
Mrs. Bellamy, and indeed they fell for a fiill quarter of an
hour, harsh, heavy, and unsavoury.
It is ill looking at or listening to a woman unwomaned by
fury. We will, therefore, content ourselves by saying that
Wesley, with his rare tact and patience, perseverance and
gentle firmness, at length succeeded not only in pacifying
his impracticable wife, but in inducing her to take the
hand of Mrs. Bellamy. He even concluded a treaty of peace
with Mr. Dodd, and, still with his quiet air of mastery, di-
rected the Black-boy, who had for a long time been looking
in at the door, to serve tea.
**Tea!" exclaimed Mrs. Bellamy, "will you take tea here
with us ? — with me?'^
56 KEW FICTUBB8 AKD OLB PAVELS.
" Wby not P" asked "Wesley with a smile ; " I will do so
with pleasure ; if you will aU accompany me to the theatre,
afterwards."
The effect of this proposed arrangement can hardly be
imagined. All the company repeated the word ^^ theatre !
with Mr. Wesley !" in various and wonderful intonations.
"Charming!'* added Mrs* Bellamy. "I shall be proud
to be seen by your side !" and she rattled gaily among the
cups.
«By Jove!'' added Dodd, "that is an ideal" "But it
promises fine sport," said his wife.
' Wesley looked at his wife, but she simply uttered,
"Eudge 1" He looked at her more earnestly, and then she
said, somewhat subdued, " Oh, where you please."
Oliver too had something to add to his exclamation of
surprise, and that was the expression of his fear that he
should not be able to return to Mr. Griffiths, the publisher's,
by nine o'clock.
"You may be there as the hour strikes," said Wesley,
" if you mean Mr. Griffiths, in Paternoster Eow ; — who
will, moreover, with his wife, be present."
There was no further objection to be made; and never
was there a tea-party where there was so much cheerfulness
with so little scandal, or any other evil thing. Wesley at-
tuned everything to harmony (as Dryden said Purcell would
have done in Hell, if Satan would have had him), and on this
occasion he attuned the ears, minds, and souls of the com-
pany to wonderful purpose, for the moment. At length,
when Juba had announced the arrival of the hackneycoach,
for which he had been sent, the joyous party moved towards
it ; and Mrs. Bellamy, as she arranged her hood, asked if
Poote played that evening.
Goldsmith's eyes sparkled for a moment, — but Wesley,
simply said he knew nothing of Mr. Foote save that he was
to be seen at a house in the Hay market. " We are going,"
OBKTBB PANEL. 57
he said, "in an opposite direction, to the *New Welb,'
near the Spa."
" Oh 1" cried Mrs. Bellamy, as the colwjh, after much
straining and heaving, got slowly under way ; — " that 's but
a poor house ; — and I thought it was closed."
"Wesley made no observation by way of reply, except that
for five years the theatre, called the " New Wells," near the
Spa in the fields, had been under a new and a better ma-
nagement than formerly ; — and thereon the conversation
took another turn.
At length the coach halted up to and before the house.
The building had, and it still has, a right theatrical aspect.
The doors for box, pit, and gallery, still remain, still conduct
the visitor to various parts of the edifice, — but the edifice
itself had ceased, as Wesley had intimated, to be what
it formerly had been, about five years. It was in truth a
large " Methodist chapel," and strangely enough, that fact
had been forgotten by Mrs. Bellamy ; was not remembered
by Dodd ; and had never been known to Goldsmith. The
publisher Q-rifl&ths, however, who loved excitement, was
often there with the partner of his cares and house.
The edifice was entered by Wesley and his companions.
The latter did not discover its character till they were
seated, and then an imperative gesture, as he left them, kept
them in their places, — ^not silent, neither remonstrant, but
pleased, and curious to see the course and end of the novel
incident. Dodd, to do that reverend gentleman justice,
was a little ashamed to find himself in a conventicle ; he
who was not ashamed to sit in the front row of a Theatre
Eoyal, and whose " brother" was so lively a gentleman at
tavern revellings. But the moment came when no one
present had eye or thought or feeling or memory for any
worldly thing but the individual in the pulpit. There,
Wesley was altogether another being, resembling only in
features the visitor at Mrs. Bellamy's. Prom the first mo-
d3
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ment, he spoke as one inspired, and there was not a hearer
in his presence who did not apply some portion of the por-
tentous message as an intimation made especially from
Heaven to himself. Griffiths was so touched with a diatribe
against meanness, that he looked at GJ-oldsmith and deter-
mined to pay him a trifle more liberally. Mrs. Griffiths had
a persuasion that, if it did not cost much, she would better
the fare of the poor drudge. And in the eyes of that poor
drudge, worldly fame was again rendered so contemptible
that he felt, — ^he almost felt, even he could despise it. Even
Mr. Dodd and his wife were seen to blush at certain pas-
sages which seemed to strip the covering from their souls, —
at the nakedness of which they shuddered. Mrs. "Wesley
herself, in a seat apart, looked upon her husband with some-
thing like fear as his Ithuriel's spear pointed slowly in her
direction. Finally, his eye fell with pity on the brilliant
Mrs. Bellamy. For awhile she withstood that, and even the
words that fell from the speaker's tongue. But these were
powers that could not be resisted long. As word fell afber
word, like coals of fire upon her head, or pierced her as
repeated stabs from a dagger might her heart, she wept,
sobbed, shrieked ; and as glad tidings ot love and salvation
descended like balm poured gently into torturing woimds,
she flung aloft her arms as if to pray to Heaven, or to im-
plore Heaven's messenger, for fewer miseries and more pro-
mises of love. Straightway, with arms still uplifted, she
fainted — and not she alone, for before John Wesley had
closed his discourse, more than one sinner — ^young, old, hope-
ful, or despairing — lay senseless before him, testimonies of
his wondrous power over the living soul.
With the exception of the preacher and his wife, there
were assembled that evening, round Mrs. Bellamy's supper-
table, the party that a few hours earlier had left the house
for the ex-theatre at the New Wells. Mr. and Mrs. Grif-
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fiths were there too, for neither could resist an excellent
thing, whether it regarded a sermon or a supper.
I think it was Mr. Justice Tindal who used to say of a
pulpit discourse he had heard somewhere on circuit, that it
must have heen the very hest to which he had ever listened,
for he had remembered what it was about for more than a
fortnight. Mrs. Bellamy and her friends canvassed Wes-
ley's sermon over their punch with a vigour that gave pro-
mise of its remaining in their memories for ever ; but, in
truth, it was already practically forgotten. From the ser-
mon they fell to criticizing the style of the preacher, and
then, natural consequence, the preacher himself. Finally,
they examined narrowly touching his motives.
" I think," said GriflSths, " he is writing an autobiography ;
and the more sensation he makes now, the higher will be the
price he will ask for his work of us poor publishers."
" I don't know about his autobiography," rejoined Grif-
fiths's dulcis uxor, " but I do know that Mrs. Wesley played
him a fine trick the other day. She burned half a quire of
his private journal. A quarrel and (so I hear) blows ensued ;
and as man is naturally a brute, I dare say it was Mr. Wes-
ley who beat his wife, and not she who assailed him !"
Having thus pleasantly determined the character of the
great reformer, she looked at Mrs. Bellamy ; and the actress,
lately so terribly moved, could only now expatiate on the
value of Wesley's powers to an actor. " It would be worth
Peru," said George Anne; " I shall never forget him."
"He is certainly clever," was the unwilling remark of
Dodd, whose wife only laughed, asked for more punch, and
ventured to suppose that even Mr. Wesley did not dislike
the precious liquor in private. " Yes, he is clever, undoubt-
edly ; but he is not perfect. He loves power, and is as proud
of possessing it as any of us of holding what is most dear to
him."
There was a shade of truth in this, although it fell from
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the unholy lips of the fashionable preacher. Those lips
were now curled with something like scorn, as he added ;
" We shall not live to see it ; but I will venture to assert,
that if Lincolnshire be not under water in a hundred years,
the name of Dodd will be better remembered in his nati?6
county than that of Wesley. What do you say, Mr. Gold-
smith ?"
Oliver had risen to depart, alone, humbly. He turned to
the company, and with a farewell salutation to them gene-
rally, he remarked : " How Mr. Wesley or you may be ac-
counted of in Lincolnshire a hundred years to come there
is but One that knows. He has told me how to temper my
thirst for fame, and I will endeavour to walk in the light
of his counsel, well content if my name be then remembered
in England half as well, and my memory be cherished with
but a portion of the affection that will hang to his."
The idea of John Wesley and Oliver Goldsmith sharing
the admiration and regard of an English posterity in the
century to follow, so pleasantly excited idl the company,
save Mrs. Bellamy — ^who looked upon the preacher as a man
of temporary notoriety, and the poor author as a man of no
account at all, — that, with the exception noted, they hailed
Gk>ldsmith's departure with shouts of laughter.
He descended, unmoved by the ridicule, to the street, and
went his way along the Strand, musingly. " Twice to-day,"
thus ran his thoughts, " have I been laughed at ; twice en-
couraged ;" his hand passed over his brow, and he added, ** I
have it here !" He went on musingly. " I am but a slave,*^
he said, as he reached his own humble apartment, ''but
there were slaves of old who created glorious names, in spite
of their bondage. I will at least try and create an honoured
one, in spite of mine."
He dreamed that night of Plautus and Plato and Epicte-
tus, and of a dozen others who had achieved greatness under
difficulties. His vision showed him all those illustrious hea-
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theDS reclining on a green velvety sward in front of the
Temple of Eame. An exceedingly swarthy but intellectual-
looking gentleman, a Carthaginian, who had written some
sparkling comedies in his day, took him by the hand and
introduced him to the company. Modest Oliver felt
ashamed, even in his sleep, and stammered out to a noble
G^reek poet, who looked smilingly upon him, that he was
only the poor son of a poor Irish clergyman.
"By Jove!" cried the Greek, with an irreverence worthy
of Mr. Dodd, " what has that to do with us here ! My
mother sold water-cress !"
A dozen voices seemed to reiterate the names of humble
professions exercised by the speakers, who nevertheless won
immortal reputation as authors. Goldsmith was confused
by the noise; but at length he heard distinctly the voice
of his master Griffiths, rudely summoning the slave to the
mill.
He arose and went to his toil, more than hopefully, think-
ing of Mrs. Bellamy, Wesley, and his dream, and with a
confidence in the future which, as Time has proved, was by
no means misplaced.
62
" PORTRAIT OF A LADY."
A COMPANY of artists, some half-dozen from various parts of
the world, were contemplating the triple panels on which
were painted the picture which has taken the form of words
in the preceding pages.
A young French painter, examining the figures there
grouped, observed, i* Yes, truly, they all struggled in their
various ways." Then, taking from his portfolio the crayon-
sketch of a lady, he asked those around him to guess her
quality.
" She looks like a Duchess," said Mr. Mee Aughton, the
only individual present who was not an artist, " a Duchess
fond of her dignity, and ease."
Alexandre smiled. " By many degrees," he replied, " she
waB better than a peerage full of Duchesses. She was one
of the heroic strugglers, rather after usefulness than fame ;
in short, a true heroine in her way."
" Ah!" remarked Mee Aughton, " it was the opinion of
Jeremy Collier that it would be better for the world if there
were fewer heroes in it. Of the men who had been suf-
ficiently illustrious to claim to be ranked under that dis-
tinctive name, there was only one whom Collier acknow-
ledged a benefactor of the human race. This individual
was the apocryphal Hercules. *I scarcely ever heard of
any, excepting Hercules,' says Jeremy, * but did more mis-
chief than good.' He described heroes generally as * over-
grown mortals,' people who * commonly use their will with
their right hand, and their reason with their left.' "
"jOttTEAIT or A LADY." 63
" It must be remembered, however," said Smith, an En-
glish artist, " that when Collier thus referred to * heroes,' he
had in his mind warriors only. Fanny Wright, herself some-
thing of a heroine, according to her own fashion, made a
nicer distinction when she remarked that * heroes were much
rarer than great warriors.' "
"Collier," said Mee Aughton, "discerned that the heroic
must be looked for elsewhere than only in the warlike. The
pride of heroes, he says, * is in their title ;' and their power
puts them in possession. Their pomp is furnished from
rapine, and their scarlet is dyed with human blood. K
wrecks and ruins and desolations of kingdoms are marks of
greatness, why do we not worship a tempest and erect a
statue to the plague ? A panegyric upon an earthquake is
every jot as reasonable as upon such conquests as these."
" Larochefoucauld," observed Alexandre, " may be said to
have thoroughly understood the meaning of the term * hero,*
when he remarked that * there are heroes in evil as well as in
good.' Massillon, too, was well acquainted with the worth
of the term when he asserted that * it is easy to be at certain
moments heroic and generous; what is really difficult is
this, — ^to be constant and faithful.' He who has courage
over himself," he continued, " is a hero ; and a * heroine' is
something more than the mere * bellatrix' and * virago,'
which often pass for its synonyms. There are many better
worth knowing than the * formosse chorus heroinse' of Pro-
pertius, or the heroines of romance, over whose imaginary
miseries so many tears are shed that there are none left for
human calamity. Now my heroine, Marie Lucille, was just
one of those. Look at her portrait as I tell you her history."
One winter's evening, towards the close of December, 1809,
the snow was falling thick in the district between La Chaise
Dieu and Brionde, in the department of the Upper Loire.
A solitary horseman, who had nothing at all of a knightly
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aspect, and who looked bewildered, imcomfortabley and dis-
gusted as the flakes fell on his face, was the only hmnaii
figure to be seen in the dreary picture. The rider bent for-
ward so far beyond his horse's ears, as to give him the lur of
one anxious to arrive at a cottage in the distance before the
steed on which he was mounted.
"If they are savages who live there," murmured he,
" they will not have the heart to refuse me hospitality in
such weather as this." And therewith, having reached the
door, he applied the butt-end of his whip to the panel, and
knocked with apologetic hesitation.
"Jump down, Doctor," exclaimed a voice firom within;
" I will take your horse in half a minute. We have been
looking for you this hour. You have come too late, but you
are perfectly welcome."
The Doctor was among the first lecturers on therapeutics
in Paris, and had not the least idea that he was known,
expected, or welcome, in this part of the Upper Loire. He
was on his way to Brionde, indeed, to attend a family-
festival, the grand portion of which was a christening. The
Doctor's brother had been for some years settled in the last-
named town, which the professor of therapeutics was about
to visit for the first time, for the purpose of standing god-
father to a recently-born niece. He had been mitlr ing a
geological tour in the south, and intended to take Brionde
on his road back to the capital.
By this time night had succeeded to evening, the snow
fell faster and thicker than before ; and suddenly a man
appeared on the threshold carrying in his hand a blazing
pine-stick, which he held aloft while he looked into the dark
night.
"Come in. Doctor," said he; "you'll find your god-
daughter within, and your brother is not far off."
"My good friend," said the traveller, "there is surely
some mistake. My goddaughter — "
"POETaAJT OF A LAJ)T." d5
" Look you there now,*' interrupted the man, sbftking his
pine-stick the while to enable him to distinguish the stranger,
"I took you for our good Doctor Gerard, who had not
only promised to be here for a birth, but to be sponsor for
the baby. His brother, the Cur6, too, engaged to g^ve it
his blessing, and to taste our omelette and a bottle of the
year 6."
The stranger explained his condition, asked for hospitality,
and was believed and welcomed without hesitation.
" It is all one," said the host, taking the bridle of the
horse. " Go you in ; you will find a Josephine within hap-
pier than the poor Empress yonder ; for she is the mother of
a child, and is under the roof of her husband. Go you in ;
I '11 see to the horse."
The Doctor felt that he had not arrived at the most
opportune of moments ; nevertheless he was the most em-
barrassed of the party in the cottage. Under the circum-
sfances, the hospitality which he received was "princely."
The house and the inmates were poor indeed, but the latter
had large hearts. They were all the happier, too, that their
child was a girl. " They can't make a conscript of her,'^
exclaimed both the parents, with a feeling which was common
at the period, when a girl was born.
On the morrow, before taking leave of his kind enter-
tainer, the Doctor, placing his hand on that of the mother,
observed to her, that he should be well pleased to be per-
mitted to be godfather to " mademoiselle" there, " if — " He
was about adding more, when mademoiselle herself uttered
a cry so shrill, that the speaker paused.
" Pardi !" exclaimed the father, " she agrees, and does not
wait for us to give our consent. You shall share the office,
Sir, with Monsieur Gerard."
This matter being arranged, the Parisian professor bade
his hosts farewell. They promised to find a deputy for him
at the ceremony of baptism, and to give him news of his
goddaughter, or ask his counsel in her behalf, should occa-
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sion arise for either. And therewith he rode away, and very
speedily forgot his sponsorial obligations to Marie Lucille.
The child grew — a plain child, with a grave look about
her. She stumbled through infancy with tolerable credit
and c(^untless bruises. When she could run alone and was
able to speak, the companions of her age invited her to share
their sports. She crossed her little hands behind her back,
and sharply and peremptorily refused. Her unpopularity
was established " for ever."
She lay about at the cottage-door, now in the sun, now
in the rain, and seemed to care little for either. She was a
dreaming child, hardly conscious of what she dreamt or
wherefore. She had not the love of her fellows, but she won
their respect. All the childish quarrels of the neighbourhood
were referred to her for arbitration. People stood near her
on these occasions, amused at the gravity of the little judge
in a tattered gown. They never found reason, however, to
deny the justice of her award. The tribunal of Marie Lucille
was an institution in the eyes of little village litigants.
Hitherto her life had been one of unmixed happiness.
She did not know that she was poor ; and she felt, without
thinking about it, that she was powerful. But she was now
placed in a position which revealed to her her poverty, and
made her sensible of being in subjection to others. She was
sent to work in the fields during half the day, and to school
during the remaining portion of it.
" She is not worth her salt," said the farmer who em-
ployed her to pick up stones.
" She is a fool," said the schoolmistress ; " and is always
asking questions above common sense."
The fact was, that in the fields Marie Lucille was study-
ing even the stones. These, the herbs, the flowers, and the
grasses, were her books ; and when she took them to the
school and laid them before the purblind Minerva there, she
found the instructress could not read them. Her surprise
was extreme. " I can teach myself to read," said she ; "but
"POBTRAIT OP A LADY.'* 67
of what use is this woman, if she cannot help me to do what
I am unable to do for myself?"
She already saw that there was something imperfect in
the educational system. The germ of the reformer was
already in course of development in the little person of
Marie Lucille.
She remained the only child of her parents, whose ill-
health but increased their poverty. The girl, before she was
in her teens, laboured with an energy beyond her strength
in order to aid her honest but almost helpless father and
mother. Within two years she lost both ; and at the age of
sixteen, the reserved, rather plain, but strongly intellectual-
looking girl, was left an orphan, with nothing before her but
a life of hard labour, and very delicate health wherewith to
meet the burden.
"There is nothing else," said Marie Lucille; "let us
make the best of it."
She found even this philosophy, however, of little avail.
What she could gain by hard and constant work barely
sufficed to keep life within her. Her strength daily decayed ;
and, worst of all to her, she had not leisure in any way to
" learn anything new." She was conscious of an insatiate
thirst for knowledge, and her very heart died within her as
she discovered the impossibility of slaking that thirst.
" Well," said she half-aloud, as she stood on the little
" esplanade " of the village one Sunday evening, looking at
the dancers, but thinking of more serious matters, — " well,
there is something wrong here. It cannot be God's fault.
It must, then, be my fault. I will go to Monsieur le Cure ; he
of course will put me right."
Monsieur le Cur6, however, could not do what she ex-
pected of him. A gentle shower of ordinary and well-inten-
tioned platitudes failed to refresh her. " My child," said
the good old man, " it is your duty to be content with the
lot which God has assigned to you."
08 KEW PI0TURS8 AKD OLD PAHSLS.
" Monsieur le Cur6," asked Marie Lucille, " does Gtoi
always, as you say, fit the back to the burden ?"
" Doubtless," was the reply.
''Then," said Marie, without the least awe at finding
herself about to beat the Cur6 in argument, — " then I am not
in the position assigned to me. The burden I carry is in-
tolerable, not because of its weight, but because it does not
fit my back. I would labour twice as long as I do, if the
work were different from that to which I am now improperly
condemned."
The Cur6 looked at her with the aspect of a pope on the
point of excommunicating a rebel prince who had defied
pontifical teaching. She stood the look firmly ; not auda-
ciously, but with the strength born of the conviction that
she was right, that she knew more about the matter than
the priest, and that Heaven would help her if she only
strove to help herself.
" Go and dance !" said the Cure.
" That is all the comfort that the well-provided ant could
contribute to the poor lean grasshopper, who, according to
its nature, had passed the summer singing in the grass. I
will go to Paris !" said Marie Lucille.
The resolution thus expressed astounded not only the
Cure, but the entire village. She was, however, not to be
moved from it. She had a presentiment, she said, that her
field of labour was in Paris.
" Where they sow sin, and reap tears," was the comment
of the Cure.
" As men sow, even accordingly shall they reap," rejoined
the young logician. " May it be so with me ! Amen."
There was abundance of weeping when the sickly-looking
but stout-hearted orphan turned her face towards the capital,
and went on her long and weary way. It was a work of
many weeks to traverse that long road ; and fatigue and
want more than once threatened to kill her before she had
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«
accomplished her object. At length she glided into the
brilliant city, like a phantom. Scared and bewildered, she
looked about her for the first time with a feeling of helpless
despair.
Her strong mind mastered her weak body. She had not
come purposeless, and she was resolved to carry her pur-
pose out. She had long carried about her her Parisian god-
father's address. With an instinct which resembled expe-
rience, and which told her that an interview would be more
profitable than a correspondence, she had walked to the
capital, detjprmined to consult him (if he were living), who
had promised to give her counsel if she happened to need
it. Marie Lucille discovered her godfather's abode, and was
laughed at by the porter when she ofiered to ascend the
stairs which led to his apartment.
The pilgrim had not wandered so far to be rudely turned
away from the shrine now that her hand was upon it. She
stoutly maintained her right ; and an altercation ensuing —
particularly loud on the^ part of the porter — as the one as-
cended the staircase and the other attempted to obstruct
the ascent, the doctor himself, somewhat fatter than of old,
appeared at the door and demanded an explanation.
" Monsieur le Docteur," said ' the porter, " this beggar-
girl-"
" Godfather!" exclaimed the poor girl, who, hearing the
title, concluded that she had reached her desired end, '' I
am Marie Lucille."
" And who the d — is Marie Lucille ?" asked the Profes-
sor good-humouredly ; " who claims me for a godfather ?"
The girl could speak well, and, exhausted though she
was, a few sentences, spoken without circumlocution and to
the purpose, soon enlightened the Professor. He led her
into his little diaing-room with a gentle care that puzzled
the wondering porter ; ordered refreshment for her, con-
signed her to his bonne, and promised to hear her full story,
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her experiences, her hopes, and her desires, on the follow-
ing morning.
When that morning arrived, Marie Lucille looked two or
three years younger for her repose ; and at the conclusion
of a long interview with the kind-hearted Professor, declared,
very considerably to his surprise, that she thought she was
best fitted to gain her livelihood in the same way that he
did.
The Professor burst into a fit of laughter, and looked in-
credulous. Marie herself blushed, as she always did when
she or her situation was misapprehended. " I simply mean,"
she said, " that I should like to teach."
" What do you know ? " naturally asked the Professor.
" Nothing," was the reply ; and it caused the Doctor to
look at his strange visitor most curiously, but with a re-
spectful, an admiring curiosity.
"Nothing!" he repeated. "Do you know, Marie, that
your answer does you credit, while it gives me encourage-
ment ? I will place you where you will be aided along the
first pathways you are eager to traverse. If you answer
my expectations, future succour, my good girl, shall not
fail you."
" I will answer them," said Marie, " God willing. I think
I have discovered the position in which He is pleased that
I shall be placed."
Marie not only answered, she exceeded the expectations
of her godfather. And yet she was not a quick girl. She
was much better than that merely. She had intellect, and
therewith she had the most abundant patience, the most un-
flagging perseverance. She was never in a hurry to attain
an end, and her object was accomplished all the earlier.
Her progress was watched with extraordinary interest by
her godfather, and by very many of his friends. It was sin-
gular to observe that as her intellect expanded, and her
knowledge increased, she seemed to grow beautiful* Her
"POBTEAIT OF A LADY." 71
features remained what they had been, save that they gained
in refinement ; and over all there became spread an expres-
sion so exquisite, that it had a hundredfold the charm of
mere material beauty. It was an expression made up of
content, gratitude, and consciousness of being victor in a
struggle of long continuance. No student ever worked for
honour with such zeal as this peasant-girl laboured to ac-
complish the object of her healthy ambition. At the end of
five years of almost unremitting application, there were not
many men in the capital who were acquainted with more
languages than the poor girl from the Upper Loire, nor who
had read to more purpose, although they might have read
more extensively. At the end of seven years, the silent
worker, the laborious student, was recognized as the most
accomplished woman in the capital. She was amongst the
most graceful also ; for she seemed to acquire grace in pro-
portion as she acquired knowledge.
"You are one of our best scholars," said her aged and
delighted godfather to her ; " what is now your purpose ? "
" To repay you for aiding me to become what I am. I
still want to teach, — not children, but those who aspire to
become teachers. My happiness is to labour ; that is the
labour which will bring me happiness."
Marie Lucille found both to her heart's content. Her
establishment for teaching teachers gained so well-merited
a reputation, that when a candidate for a license to become
an instructor appeared before the government Board of Ex-
aminers with a certificate which described her as being a
pupil of the once peasant-girl from the Upper Loire, the ex-
amination was made all the more rigid, from the conviction
of the examiners that the pupil could distinguish herself by
the brilliancy, accuracy, and solid worth of her replies.
Few perhaps have been in the He de Paris without
having had their attention directed to the fine old cloister-
looking mansion in which she whom I have called Marie
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Lucille laboured to admirable effect for ratber more tban
twenty years. In 1855 she withdrew from its superinten-
dence with a fortune which she has right nobly earned ; but
not until she had provided a successor whose qualifications
gave warrant that the establishment and its objects should
not suffer.
" Why retire thus early ? " said a French prelate to her
the other day.
" To give others an opportunity of retiring as early," an-
swered Marie LuciUe.
If they who were at Notre Dame on the day of the
thanksgiving-service for the downfall of Sebastopol remarked
a lady, who was distinguished for her grace, collecting con-
tributions from the faithful, and who was evidently an ob-
ject of affectionate interest to all, such persons have seen
my friend Marie Lucille.
" How," said the Archbishop to her, at the defe4ner which
followed the service, — " how happy you must be in the con-
dition in which it has pleased God to place, you!"
" And that, Monseigneur, because I discovered a truth
which is not universally known, namely, that we may be in
places which were evidently not intended for us by Heaven."
" I hope," said the prelate, with his joyous laugh, " that
you are not alluding to me."
*^ I fancy," remarked an octogenarian gentleman, who had
been a lecturer on therapeutics in his day, " that our Mend
was thinking of a cure in the Upper Loire."
'^ I was thinking of a poor girl there, who once gathered
stones in a field for her daily bread, and who has to-day
been associated with Duchesses in collecting thank-offerings
for victory. The place God expressly intended for her was
the one she occupied between those two extremes."
The Archbishop, by an emphatic nod and a sunny smile,
gave ecclesiastical sanction to the sentiment of Marie
Lucille.
73
ANDRE CHENIER.
A pen-and-ink: sketch.
"These is a plagiarism," said Alexandre, as he dropped
the portrait of Marie Lucille into his portfolio, " in the
picture in words that Mr. Mee Aughton gave us of Oliver
Groldsmith. Certainly, he may have put his finger to his
forehead, and declared that he had something there. But
the act was really done under grave circumstances by one
more struggler for fame, our Andre Chenier, — and that, not
when Hope was new-bom, but when she was dying."
There lay on the table before us, De Latouche's edition
of Ajidre's work ; and Alexandre placed there also the vera
effigies of the sincere and gentle author. Over both there
ensued a world of comment, accompanied by expressions of
admiration and sympathy. The conversation was inter-
rupted, yet often renewed. Its tenour was an outline his-
tory of the hapless young author who exhibited —
'* So inanj graces in so green an age."
The history was in itself complete ; and it may, perhaps,
be better told here in its continuity, than according to the
broken dialogue, out of which it was built up.
Andr6 Chenier! Name of melancholy memories! But
over the grave of him who bore it, France has made such
compensation as she could ; and him whom she murdered,
it is now her delight and privilege, and her bounden duty,
to honour,
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The story of Ch^nier is brief, romantic, and almost inex-
pressibly sad.
In the year 1762, five years after Goldsmith began to
dream of fame, that year of English triumphs, France was
represented at Constantinople by a Consul- General who,
democracy not being then in the ascendant, was not
ashamed to call himself Louis de Ch6nier. He had won the
heart of a Greek maiden. Four sons blessed their union.
The two youngest were poets. The fourth (with wliom we
have little to do) was Marie- Joseph, the author of * F6nelon,'
of ' Charles IX.,' of * Tiberius,' * Henry VIIT.,' ' Brutus,'
and other dramatic pieces of merit. The third son was
Marie- Andr6. He was bom at Constantinople, the 20th of
October, 1762. His mother, as we have said, was a Greek ;
and Monsieur Thiers is the grandson of her sister.
The boy was early removed from the banks of the Bos-
phorus, which he ardently loved and long fondly remem-
bered. His young years were spent in the enjoyment of a
judicious liberty on a soil fertile in gifted sons of a golden
lyre — cheerful Languedoc. From this, his second home, he
was taken at the age of eleven, and with his two elder bro-
thers transferred to Paris, where he entered as a student
into the college of Navarre.
It was a college of great reputation. There, John or
Charlier de Gerson, to whom has been ascribed the author-
ship of the * Imitation of Christ,' once ruled from the profes-
sorial chair ; and there Doctor Major wrote his * History of
Scotland,' and dedicated it to his own Sovereign, Jame9 Y.
It was there, perhaps, that young Andr6 first inibibeid bis
strong feeling of hatred against oppression, and his tran-
sient sentiment of repugnance against kings. This is. easily
Accounted for. The reigning monarch was, ea^ (j^dio, first
Fellow. Jeanne de Navarre would have it so when she
founded the college, out of compliment to her husband
Philippe le Bel. Now, the kings of France would not .con-
AJSTDni CHiirCEB. 75
descend to accept the revenue arising from the fellowship
(it was ft very small one); but the popularity they might
have gained thereby was all sacrificed by the college autho-
rities, who with the !Royal benevolence purchased rods to
scourge refractory scholariB. The latter thought little of the
charity, although they painfully felt the honour.
The Sovereign's liberality never fell upon the studious
Andr6, whose career at college was a brilliant one. At six-
teen he was a Greek scholar, and composed very tolerable
Sapphics. Ere he had reached twenty his fortune took him
irom the pale dcriater and retired leisure, and flung him into
the garrison at Strasburg, where, much to his surprise, he
one day found himself second lieutenant in the regiment of
Angoumois. The change was complete, and it thoroughly
disgusted }dia. He loved refinement, was given to peace-
able pursuits, and lofty thoughts, and high aspirings ; above
all, he was devoted to the profound study of the ancients. .
In the noisy, crowded garrison of Strasburg, he felt himself
alone ; and, sickened at heart with the world into which he
had fiedlen, he took off his epaulettes after half a year's ser-
vice, and returned to Paris, to his books, his gentle muse,
and his few but faithful friends — ^to Lavoisier, who preceded
him at the guillotine, to Falissat, and to David, whose art,
when devoted to the illustration of liberty, he eulogized in
nervous rhymes, and when prostituted to flatter anarchy, he
denounced with crushing contempt. Ch&teaubriand loved
him, and Le Brun, the great painter, first marked his rising
talent and bade him rush on to deathless reputation. Andre
was in no huny ; he studied early and late, lived modestly,
as b^cam^ liim, wrote much, and published nothing. He
was as poor as Chatterton, but being more virtuous, he was
less friendless. When fever was the result of excessive
study, the friends of his in&ncy, the brothers Trudaine,
nursed him into health, and then took him through scenes
of beauty by the arrowy Bhdne, which strengthened his
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mind as well as his body. Subsequently, the Marquis de
Luzerne, ambassador to England, brought him over in his
suite and abandoned him to penury. He lived among us
unknown, solitary, and uncared for. His condition is inex-
plicable, for he seems to have been undeserving of it. The
sins of his own countrymen he somewhat splenetically
visited on ours, and denounced an inhospitality of which
our fathers were not guilty. He punished them in some
very indifferent verses; but he was generous, and after-
wards built the lofty rhyme in praise of those English vir-
tues and valour which had secured a constitutional freedom
which Montalembert has eulogized, like Chenier, and which
France did not then know and has not yet secured.
Andre returned to Paris just after the meeting of the
States General in 1789. He hailed the dawn of liberty with
the shout of a young and ardent heart, a shout whose
echoes died away in a mournful wail at liberty abused. He
now neither hated kings nor aristocracies, but, wishing to
reform and not destroy the monarchy, he did hate the
boasted creators of freedom, who only murdered the virtuous
in order to enthrone hideous vice and bloody idols in their
place. His affections were neither with Coblentz nor with
the Jacobins, but with his country. His great and honest
wrath was directed solely against those who impeded her
welfare. He assailed them vigorously wherever they were
to be found, not caring whether they stood on "talons
rouges" at Versailles, or beneath the "bonnet rouge" of
the crapulous faubourgs.
For a time he refrained from interfering in public affairs,
devoting himself solely to the improvement of his powers
and the worship of his favourite muse. He still published
little, but his private friends hailed with some enthusiasm
his successful efforts to banish the stilted poetry of the day,
and to substitute for it a style founded on the purest clas-
sical models from among the ancients.
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He could have been vrell content thus to have gone on
daily towards poetical perfection, but the hurricane of politics
swept him out of his tranquil and happy haven, into that
dark and troubled sea wherein all his countrymen were
fiercely struggling, and upon whose face there shone no
promise yet oi halcyon days to come. He accepted his
destiny with a fearless heart, and forthwith addressed him-
self to a mission which admitted but of absolute success or
certain death.
His brother had joined the Jacobins, but Andre denounced
the tendencies of that club of assassins of their country's
freedom. On the brow of Charlotte Corday he hung a
poetic wreath, giving to that immortal heroine an eternity of
fame, and blessing the hand which had done justice upon
the most cowardly and most extensive of murderers. He
showered down a rain of fiery rhymes upon CoUot d'Herbois,
who had prepared an ovation in Paris for the Swiss soldiers
who had revolted at Chateauvieux, slain their gallant com-
mander, and fired on the Eoyal troops sent to quell the
mutiny. He held Eobespierre in supreme horror long be-
fore the latter had permanently disappointed the world and
earned for ever its undying execration. But, above all, and
without caring the less for rational liberty, he had learned
to love the King in his cruel captivity, regretting that, in
the endeavour to substitute a constitutional for an absolute
royalty, he had unwittingly impeded liberty, and for one
erring master had helped a hundred tyrants to fatten on the
blood of France. To see his mistake was to endeavour to
amend it, and when Louis Capet was smnmoned to answer
before judges predetermined to condemn him, Andre Che-
nier courageously offered to stand by the old and faithful
Malesherbes, and aid him in defending the doomed " Son of
St. Louis." The generously-proffered succour was not em-
ployed, though it was tearfully acknowledged ; and the living
Majesty of France was exultingly sentenced to pass under
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the knife of tlie emblem of French liberty — the gnfflotine.
Ere the King met death on the scaffold, he addressed a
letter to his judges, appealing from their unjust sentence to
the hearts of the people over whom he had reigned. The
letter was noble, heart-stirring, and true, — and Andr^ Ch^nier
was its author. The implacable judges read it with cool
contempt, refused its prayer, set down the writer's name in
their bloody tablets, and bade " Monsieur de Paris " rid them
swiftly of the " last of kings."
The capital no longer afforded security to the young poet,
and he accordingly withdrew from it secretly, and not with-
out difficulty. After various changes of residence, he finally
settled privately at Versailles, of which place his brother
Joseph was a representative in the Convention. H6re he
did not hope to be the less undisturbed, because of the prox-
imity of his place of refuge to that tribunal by which to
be suspected was to be condemned. It was at length tacitly
permitted him to live in safe retirement under his brother's
protection. K for a moment he stepped forward into pub-
licity, it was to defend his brother from the attack made upon
him by Burke. In all other respects he lived in close seclu-
sion, preparing his immortal rhymes for publication ; and,
free from all more serious passions, indulging in poetical
attachments, musically recorded, with CamiUe, with Fanny,
and with the irresistible, however ideal, Nesera.
Had he confined himself to such liaisons he might have
survived the tempest which finally overwhelmed him ; but
he had a heart fashioned for better things than feverishly
entertaining imaginary loves. He was a warm friend, and
the intrepidity of his friendship betrayed him to death.
News reached him in his retreat of the arrest of the com-
panion of many of his happy hours, M. Pastouret. To the
residence of the latter, at Passy, Chenier hurried on the
benevolent mission of bearing consolation to a hearth which
had been visited by sudden desolation. While mingling
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Mb tears with those of the bereaved family, the house was
yisited by officers of the revolutioiiary tribunal in search of
treasonable papers ; and Ch^nier, so innocently, and so right-
eously of purpose, discovered on the premises, was arrested
as 9Uipect, and carried away to the prison of St. Lazare.
His sole hope of ultimate escape lay in the possible for-
bearance, not of his enemies, but of his Mends. The for-
mer in the multitude of captives hardly knew where to select
their victims. The appeals of friends only served to give
direction to their choice. Joseph Chenier has been rashly
styled a fratricide for not battling in the Convention for
the life of his brother. The republican knew his fellows
too well. To bring his brother's name before them was
only to drag him more swifbly to death. He knew the value
of the proverb current in the Eastern city of his birth, that
" Silence is gold," and he now applied it. Andr6 accord-
ingly lay in St. Lazare all forgotten, till the anxiety and
fatal eagerness of his father brought down upon him the
ruin which that father would have fondly averted.
Oblivion was the boon prayed for by all prisoners. Actual
Ub^y could hardly be a greater blessing. In the tempo-
rary enjoyment of it, Andr6 Chenier formed new and main-
tained old friendships among his fellow-captives. To one of
these, Suv6e, the artist, we owe the only portrait of Chenier
which we now possess. Suv6e, Buffon, the son of the great
naturalist, the brothers Trudaine, and Eoucher, the poet of
the ' Months ' (JLes Mois,) were his most loved associates
vrithin the prison. But there was one other more loved
than all besides, the young, fair, and innocent Mile, de
Coigny. A captive like the rest, she equalled the boldest
of them in the modest heroism of her deportment ; her
beauty won a universal homage ; she moved within the
gloomy limits of the prison like something divine ; conso-
lation seemed to attend her footsteps ; the most dejected
looked up and smiled in her presence ; all felt that there
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was that witliin her which must secure her from a terribie
and ignominious death ; and all perhaps bore within their
breasts some secret hope that in connection with her there
was a promise of life to those around her. To this im-
conscious enchantress Andr6 Ch6nier appears to have sur-
rendered his entire heart. The most manly worship that
ever was paid to female worth and youthful excellence
was paid by this doomed prisoner to the young sharer and
alleviator of his captivity. From her sprang the inspira-
tion which produced an ode to which France can produce
few equals — no superior. In his * Jeune Captive' there
breathes a sense of reality to which no force of mere ima-
gination could ever have attained ; and therein also is to
be found an intensity of feeling bom of experience, and
not of a poet's passing fancy. It is the sublime of fond
affection hopelessly entertained.
It was but a dream, but in it the sleeper might have
remained happy till the morning of his liberty dawned,
had not his father, as we have intimated, accelerated the
fate of the son, by his too eager haste to yield him rescue.
The old man, confident of his son's innocence, and igno-
rantly believing that innocence could secure his restoration
to freedom, so urged upon the authorities the right of allow-
ing Andre to clear himself by trial, that to the imprudent
prayer fatal concession was made, and Ch^nier was com-
manded to appear before the butchers, who, in dealing out
murder, pretended to be administering justice. On the eve
of his trial, the agitated sire flung his arms round the neck
of his son, and bade him be of good cheer, urging on the
other the courage which he himself now lacked, and tremu-
lously assuring him that his talent and his virtues would
gain for him a speedy triumph. " Virtue !" said Ch^nier,
with heroic calmness, — "Father, M. de Malesherbes was
virtuous — and where is he ?"
Andr6 knew that the axe was whetted for him, because
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of his opposition to the anarchists, and the service he had
rendered the King. He appeared before the revolutionary
tribunal, but to the absurd accusation of having supported
tyranny, and of having conspired to escape, he would not con-
descend to offer a single word of defence. He calmly w^aited
to hear himself declared an " enemy of the people,*' and con-
demned to suffer death on the 7th Thermidor. His bosom
companions, the brothers Trudaine, were condemned with
him, and they solicited the favour of being permitted to die
at the same time. The favour was brutally refused. With
an idea of prolonging the agony of those who petitioned for
it, the two brothers were condemned to live a day longer
than Andre, and to be carried to the gmllotine on the 8th
Thermidor. On the 8th Thermidor! On that day the
tribunal had lost the power of enforcing its own decrees
— ^the Reign of Terror had closed — the two emblems, of
painted wood, which stood opposite to each other on the
place of execution, namely, the statue of Libebty and the
GrUiLLOTiKE, were pulled down; and the morning which
Ch^er had longed for, but which he was not destined
to see, began to dawn.
On the 7th Thermidor, 1794, a few minutes before eight
in the morning, Chenier, for the last time, took pen in
hand, and recorded this last fragmentary song of his charmed
but mournful lyre ; at each line he wrote, thie wheels of
the cart which was to convey him to the sca^old were
making their progressive rounds towards his prison-door: —
** Ck>mme un dernier rayon, comme un dernier z^phire
Anime la fin d'un beau jour,
Au pied de r^ha£Eiud j- essaie encor ma lyre.
Peut-etre est ce bient6t mon tour ;
Peut-Stre avant que Theure en cercle promenee
Ait pos^ sur r^mail brillant,
Dans les soixante pas oil sa route est bomee,
Bon pied sonore et vigilant,
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Le sommeil du tombeau pressera ma paupi^re!
Avant que de ses deux moiti^3
Ce yers que je commence ait atteint la demi^re,
Peut-dtre en ces mure efiVay^
Le messager de mort, noir recruteur des ombres.
Escorts d'infiimeB soldats,
Bemplira de mon nom ces longs corridors sbmbres*' —
The hand which had thus been recording the approach of
the messenger of death was here stopped, and, as the clock
struck eight, the heroic poet calmly seated himself in the
spacious vehicle about to carry its last offering to the bloody
altar of the Jacobins. His companions were many, in all
about fourscore; some reports say, not more than thirty-
eight, but the latter number applies to the male victims.
There were in addition a crowd of females, of all ages and
conditions; ancient matrons of an ancient lineage, whose
daughters were themselves mothers — young maidens — ^pale
and trembling, yet God-fearing; girls, noble, gentle, and
simple, but all sisters in this solemn hour of a bloody bap-
tism — and some there were, two poor young mothers, utterly
friendless, who bore with them to the foot of the guillotine
babes closely pressed to the breast yielding its last tribute
of loving nature even unto death. Oh, hard destiny ! Twelve
short hours more, and all might have been saved.
Andr6 looked serenely round at his brothiers and sisters
in affliction. Near him sat De Montalembert, De Crequi,
and De Montmorency ; close by, that endless sufferer the
famed Baron de Trenck ; nearer still, perhaps the greatest
hero of them all, the aged Loiserolles, who, having heard that
morning, his son's name called upon the roll of death, an-
swered cheerfully to the summons, and suffered gloriously
in bis place — the more gloriously as it was silently. The
generous old man buried the secret within his own godlike
bosom ; and the mistake was not discovered until the sacri-
fice was consummated.
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There was one place yet vacant ere the living load, which
three horses could with difficulty drag to death, passed on
its mournful way. It was suddenly occupied by Boucher,
the poet. " You here ?" said Chenier, with a heavy groan ;
" you, father, husband, and guiltless ! " " And you ?" said
Boucher, " with your virtues, your youth, your genius, and
your hope !" " But Z," added Chenier, " have done nothing
for posterity ;" and then, striking his forehead, he was heard
to exclaim, ''And yet I had something there !"
As they passed on to death their eyes met those of a mu-
tual friend who had joined the blaspheming crowd, and who
accompanied the victims a great portion of their way, as one
who would cheer them on their dark expedition, and was re-
luctant to bid them farewell. This friend heard Chenier,
amid the clamour of the mob which insulted courage and in«
Boeence, address to Boucher the opening lines of Bacine's
' Andromaque.' The older poet answered with readiness,
and both were deeply touched when the younger son of
song uttered those noble lines in which the speaker declares
that the presence of a friend gives a new aspect to fortune,
and that by their union their common destiny loses half its
harshness.
M. de Latouche, in the life of Chenier prefixed to his
works, says that Andr6 lefb St. Lazare in the forenoon.
Count Alfred de Vigny, in his 'Stello,' minutely details
the scene at the execution, and states that it did not take
place till the evening. The two accounts are perfectly re-
concilable. The prison was at a great distance from the
scaffold, and not only was the longest route taken, so as to
render the agony more acute, but the progress of the un-
wieldy vehicle which slowly conveyed Chenier and his com-
panions in misfortune was constantly impeded, and even
stayed, by a multitude of people of a different class to those
who were hired to spend their unclean breath in shouts
against the defenceless, devoted to death.
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The people had got some idea that the Beign of Terror
was at its close, that tyranny was wellnigh extinct, and
that this last huge sacrifice to its will was a mere huge
murder, not more atrocious than many which had preceded
it, but one more facile of obstruction, more easy to be pre-
vented. They therefore surrounded the vehicle, opposed its
progress, checked and frightened the horses ; to the confused
remonstrances of the half-terrified guards they uttered one
terrible, loud, and universal cry, thrice reiterated, of " No !
No! No !" Many of the condemned extended their arms
to those whom they would fain have looked upon as their
deliverers. The latter often so pressed upon the vehicle as
to threaten to overturn it. This result was two or three
times nearly achieved ; and it was only amid difficulty and
danger that it was at last brought to its destination — ^the
open space between the two emblems, — the Guillotins
and LiBEBxr !
The day, up to this moment, had been extremely sultry,
and the people had been rendered by it all the fiercer in
their resolute attacks against the march to death. They
had struggled for hours under a fierce sun, and they were
not yet weary. But all at once there came a cloud, and
then a slight breeze, and with this some scattering of the
dust. The heroic people who had maintained the fight so
nobly and so long, dispersed in an instant. They fled in all
directions and in utter silence. Their rage was extinguished
by the rain which began to fall in torrents. "He who
knows Paris," says the Count de Vigny, " will understand
this." It is true ; from the days of Eichelieu and of Car-
dinal de Eetz, down to the empire of Louis Napoleon,
a Paris mob that will endure bravely a pitiless pelting of
grape, has never yet been known to endure the pelting of
a shower of rain. At one of the most critical moments of
the old monarchy, when the Cardinal de Kichelieu was one
night up and watching for its safety, he turned away from a
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^window he had just opened, saying; ^ Gentlemen, let us to
"bed ; there will be no conspiracy to-night ; it rains."
So at the execution of Ch6nier and his companions, there
was no rescue, because of the wet. The hitherto heroic
people fled rapidly and silently. The officers of the law pro-
fited by this moment, and the guiUotine slowly raised its
terrible and sanguinary arm. Thirty-three times it rose
and fell, and at each time a deed was done against which
GK>d had established his canon, forbidding murder. As it
ascended for the thirty-fourth time, Andre Chenier arose,
and stood for a moment erect in his grey coat ; he looked
once calmly to heaven and earth ; the next moment he was
bound and prostrate; that irresistible arm again fell, and
with his life was extinguished a talent, the product and the
proofs of which literary France now holds among her dear-
est treasures.
Those treasures long lay concealed. France knew of their
existence, but was debarred of their enjoyment. They
were, for the most part, in manuscript. Their "where-
about" was known to two of Chenier' s brothers, but these
brothers were in a revolutionary dungeon, and their rela-
tives, although the guillotine was resting from its bloody
work, dreaded to agitate a name whose utterance seemed
provocative of woe. They gained their liberty only to stand
by their father's grave, into which the old man descended
after a ten months' agony for his murdered son. The mo-
ther endured an agony as acute, but more cruelly lasting ;
and not until fourteen years of such anguish as bereaved
mothers alone experience, did she calmly die in the arms of
her son Joseph. Time passed inexorably on, and nothing
yet had been done to collect the manuscripts, which had
become scattered, and the recovery of which was every
day invested with greater difficulty. A quarter of a cen-
tury wellnigh elapsed before the pious mission was accom-
plished. The impediments to success were many, but zeal
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and affection surmounted them all, and Chemer^s poems
first appeared in print in 1819. They at once established
him at that eleyation of which rumour had long pronounced
him worthy, and Andre took a position among the sons of
song, in which the severest criticism has only served to fix
him with more unassailable security.
His works consist of idyls, elegies (which do not belong
to what we popularly understand by elegiac poetry), epis-
tles, odes, poems (rather noble fragments like 'Hyperion'
than complete achievements), patriotic hymns, odes, and a^^
few iambics full of majestic melancholy, suiting an inspira-
tion bom of the dungeons of St. Lazare. Anonymous
critics in obscure papers have either ''damned with faint
praise" or openly attacked what they would aspire to equal
in vain. But the finest intellects in Erauce are agreed as
one man upon the rare ability and the rare originality of
Andre Chenier. To this we know no exception; Thiers,
St. Beuve, and Victor Hugo, have praised his glorious lines
in language rivalling the beauty of that used by the poet
whom they crowned. A few years ago, no one could have
challenged either of these names as not bearing with it war-
rant to pronounce. We are however ready to acknowledge
that Victor Hugo's praises ring less pleasantly in our ear
since we caught the echo of his eulogy sung over the grave
of Balzac, where the indiscriminate laudation poured over
the novelist's bier, made no distinction between the chaste
severity of the ' Eecherche de T Absolue,' and the crapulous
obscenity of ' La Cousine Bette.'
In the poems of Andre Chenier there are not above half-
a-dozen lines which we could have desired the editor to ex-
punge. They will give no offence to a classical reader, but
a rigid philosopher would object, perhaps, to the possibility
of their suggestive action upon youthful minds. After all,
if "to the pure all things are pure," the few and scattered
lines to which we have alluded may well be permitted to re-
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main. The yotmg actord at "WeBtminster and the young
students at Eton construe more dangerous lines every day
of their lives ; and we do not forget that, in a late prologue
delivered on a classic stage of the former locality, a warm
and most ingenious defence was made of the system which
Surrendered Terence and Ovid, unmntilated and utiveiled,
to the contemplation of youth. Ch^nier is twice as pure
as either. He treats of immortal gods and mortal nymphs
and rustic swains with the spirit of one bom amid flowers
.watered by HeUcon. His nymphs especially are gloriously
seductive creations. They stand before you pure and re-
served as the lily ; or they bound into your presence with
Tempo's roses mantling on their cheeks, sparkling with
laughter, and fresh with the morning breath of Arcadia.
Swains and nymphs occasionally stray into perilous pre-
cincts, it is true ; but the swains are tempered to refine-
ment, while the nymphs put off" no purity with their zones ;
and, even unveiled, they are clothed with dignity.
The majority of Chenier's pieces, however, are severely
grand. His graphic poetical picture of Europa and the
Bull may rank with that glorious piece of lyric limning by
Keats, describing the coming of Bacchus to Ariadne. His
dialogue on Liberty, between the slave shepherd and the
free herdsman of the goats, is as epigrammatic and polished
as anything in Gray. His Homer in Sycos is worthy of
Pope ; while the graceful story and the philosophic moral
attached to the poem of Cleotas in the House of Lycus re-
mind us forcibly of the Lake poet who sang of Dion, and
pictured Laodamia exhibiting her profound love for the
shadowy Protesilaus.
And what of the poet's love ? "What of the young girl
whose youth, beauty, and childlike innocence gave sunlight
to the gloom of St. Lazare? Mile, de Coigny survived
the terrors of that temple of the doomed. On her re-ap-
pearance in a world of liberty she attracted countless ad-
88 ISEW PIGTUBES AND OLD FAKELS.
mirers. From among the crowd she selected, not for his
apparent rank, but for his seeming worth, the young Due de
rieuirus. She sadly erred. After a brief assumption of the
coronet of a duchess, she surrendered it for ever ; and with
it her husband's name and title. She returned to her father's
house, resumed the paternal name, and, finally, died in the
year 1820, having lived long enough to witness the fame
of him who had sung ' La Jeune Captive ;' and in the en*
joyment of such testimony she descended to her rest with
majestic resignation.
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PORTRAIT OF A MORE SUCCESSFUL
STRUGGLER FOR FAME.
On another occasion, when the artists and their lay friend
were again assembled, the conversation turned on the luck-
less struggler, whose story has just been sketched. Young
Nielsen, a student of art from Copenhagen, gave a new sub-
ject for discussion at the present conversazione, by producing
the portrait of a successful soldier in the battle of life. It
represented a pleased, placid, thoroughly happy man, — who
had struggled for a great prize, had obtained it, and was
ready to lay it down at the bidding of the Inevitable Angel.
The autobiography of the individual limned, and some odd
volumes of his works were looked into, and gave life to the
conversation. It is one that need not be reported, save in
the form which Mr. Mee Aughton gave to it as he wrote out
the story, between midnight and dawn, in his well-kept
journal.
In the last quarter of the bygone century, a poor harpsi-
chord player from Holstein, named Oehlenschlager, with a
merry heart and much merry music in it, married a thought-
ful, loving girl from Jutland. The young couple were
richly endowed with hope, and, with that as a portion
whereon to meet the troubles of life, they established them-
selves in the suburbs of Frederiksborg, near Copenhagen,
where they waited upon Providence, without anxiety.
By dint of playing the organ, looking after the church?
teaching the harpsichord, and fulfilling other little offices'
90 NEW FICTUBEB AND OLD PANELS.
the manly and light-hearted Holsteiner made a happy hearth
in Erederiksborg. A son was soon bom, but also soon
taken ; a welcome daughter succeeded to his short-lived in-
heritance of lore ; and on the 14th of November, 1779, a
third child, another boy, appeared to claim and receive his
birthright of care and affection. He was named Adam.
His birth excited no sensation in the royal suburb : his
death set a whole empire weeping. Eight years ago, Den-
mark stood gazing mournfully into his grave, and all Scan-
dinavia deplored the loss of her poet-king.
The family was a joyous and Qod-fearing family ; strug-
gling in content to maintain its modest position, and finally
achieving all the greatness of which it thought itself capable,
when Adam's father became inspector-general of the sub-
urban palace. With increased means, the stout inspector
exhibited increased benevolence. His poor fiiends hailed
with gladness his good fortune; and well they might, for
they profited largely by it. The Jutland matron smiled
placidly in the eyes of her vivacious partner, and thanked
God that the father of her children thought not only of
them and of her, but of the sons and daughters whose cold
hearth was in the house of affiction.
At a very early age Adam was sent for some hours daily
to pick up what instruction he could beneath the academic
shade of an old lady with a very susceptible temper. This
ancient dame indulged her antipathies by spitefully knock-
ing the heads of more aristocratic pupils with her thimble-
armed finger ; the skulls of the vulgar she unscrupulously
belaboured with a stick. This discipline was made all the
more severe by attending circumstances. Movement of body
or exercise of voice brought down terrible penalties on the
offender. The school sat all silent, gazing into a poultry-
yard, and envying its denizens strutting in the dirt and
crowing impudently at pleasure. But the stringent crone
possessed a pictorial Bible. Out of it little Adam learned
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his nameskke's history; read breathlessly of Moses and
BaTid and Solomon; loved Joseph; perused with tender
delight the record of the childhood of Jesus, and felt his
whole heart dissolve in inexpressible anguish at the awful
sacrifice of the Saviour of mankind. The boy was charmed
with tkarrative ; and when in the organ-gallery he led his
father's choir, he listened vrith eager ear to the lessons of
the day ; but no sooner had the preacher uttered the word
"division," and pronounced his "firstly," than Adam and
his co-mates disappeared. The seceders assembled behind
the organ, and, believing they should not understand what
they might hear, betook themselves to read what they could
understand.
From thimble and stick of his aged governess Adam passed
under the ferule of a sexton who kept a school and com-
mitted the conduct of it to a most exemplary usher. The
latter was idle, fat, and fond of smoking. From him the
boys could derive neither precept nor example worth follow-
ing. He walked the school vrith his morning-gown hanging
loosely about him, and in his mouth the everlasting pipe.
The pupils were not required to do anything, but they were
now and then severely punished if they were idle. Adam
took to verse-making, and wrote a psalm; the fat usher
puffed scornfully at the metre ; and lighted the calumet of
indignation when the little urchin of nine years old proved
that his prosody was unassailable.
His home was saddened by the premature death of a
second sister, a blow from which the stricken mother never
entirely recovered. His father was a man of many offices,
and did not possess the leisure to be grieved. The brother
and surviving sister were left much to themselves, and strong
love knit their young hearts together. Hand in hand, but
accompanied by a faithful servant, the two roamed abroad,
in palace, and park, and garden, and wood, and field. The
suburb was gay with fashion, and music, and festivity, when
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the Bojalty of Copenliagen sojourned there for a season.
All that was noble and renowned then passed before the
eyes of the observant little spectators. When those had
disappeared with the coming of autumn, fresh pleasures
were found in the society of the artisans who came down to
give new beauty to the palace and the grounds. From the
pulpit of the royal chapel Adam once delivered a sermon to
his sister, whose edification was hardly equal to that of the
delighted minister, who was by chance in the vestry. The
winter evenings at home would have afforded " interiors"
that Mieris might have painted and Ealzac have described.
They were made up of readings, laughter, prayer, and glad
hearts. Adam learned little, but read much. It was for
the most part matter of little worth in itself ; but matters
of little worth often form a basis on which is reared a supier-
structure destined to endure. At one time his young de-
light was devoted to " horrors ;" the indulgence at length
looked for reality rather than description, and Adam, with
his sister, gladly accompanied a half-frightened maid who
had proposed to take them to see the public rack and
gallows. Copenhagen in its criminal policy possessed the
spirit of Adam's old schoolmistress, and punished '^ with a
difference." To satisfy the pride of the burghers, a promi-
nent stone gallows was erected in a field of doom, and the
wheel stood hard by. These were expressly for the use of
the well-to-do citizens. Ignoble vagabonds were fain to be
content with being run up to a wooden beam. A stone
gibbet was too much honour for your obscure scoundrel !
The same pride long distinguished the turbulent cities of
Flanders ; and a pride similar in quality, but more excessive
in degree, prevailed till lately, and perhaps still prevails, in
Hungary. In the latter country, no town of note would care
to exist without its own peculiar hangman. A criminal might
live without even the clergyman ; but how could he possibly
die without the executioner ? It once happened, we are
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told, that tbe inhabitants of Kesmarkt, in the Zips, sent to
the authorities of Lutshan, begging the loan of their hang-
man. " We will do nothing of the sort," said the indignant
magistrates to the messenger. " Go back and tell your
masters that we keep our hangman for ottrselves and our
children; and not for the people of Kesmarkt ! "
In Denmark the gallows at least had equal honour ; and
this piece of popular machinery, with a burgher on it, was a
sight long wished for, and now to be beheld by the anxious
Adam. When the little party, at the close of a dull, cold,
autumnal evening, drew near the solemn field, Adam's sister
and maid refused to proceed ; Adam himself pushed boldly
on, but with his eyes bent on the ground ; and, at length,
he found himself at the foot of the dark, weather-beaten
gibbet. He looked up ; a pale, bloody head grinned down
upon him ; a human hand lay at his feet. On the wheel lay
extended a headless trunk, the arms hanging motionless ;
worsted stockings were on the legs. The sickened spectator
soon had enough of horrors ; he turned, and took to his
heels as though the hangman were upon him, and he never
fetched breath till he had reached his sister and the maid,
who tarried for him in fear on the highway.
Adam's father left the care of his son's education to the
boy's teachers; the teachers left the boy to himself; and
the boy occupied himself only with novels, comedies, and
biographies ; varying his reading by visits to the theatre,
into which he sought admission by any and every means.
His bark might now have foundered but for his meeting, in
his twelfth year, with a poet and schoolmaster of Copen-
hagen, named Storm, who undertook to teach him gratui-
tously, his parents paying only for his board. He studied
with some diligence, wrote comedies with a diligence still
more marked, acted them with his young friends in an
empty dining-room of the royal palace, and -was neither
rendered vain by applause, nor discouraged by sarc^tic
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compliment. The little he learned he fixed in his memory
by teaching it to his sister. He had a benevolent master
in good old Storm, but he found little kindness in his
schoolfeUows. Their want of charity was founded on hia
want or abuse of costume. The poverty of his Jbmily cer-
tainly bestowed on him a garment of ridicule ; little Adam
went daily to school attired in a cast-off scarlet coat which
had belonged to the Crown Prince, with the riding-boots of
the Eang, and nether garments fashioned out of the well-
worn cloth of a royal billiard table ! The father's perquisites
brought the son much perplexity, and unextinguishable
laughter attended him wherever he went. He checked the
mirth at last by power of the strong hand. When every
one who smiled found that he must not only %ht but en-
dure defeat after punishment, reverence took place of ridi-
cule, and Adam's motley was treated with a gravity worthy
of the majesty whence the motley itself took its derivation.
He was nearly sixteen when he quitted school. Storm
had been long dead, and the boys had paid him fitting
honour. On the day of the funeral they abandoned the
class which the mathematical master insisted on keeping in
activity, and went to meet the body on the way £rom the
hospital, where poor Storm had died, to bis own residence.
They entered the house with it, and standing round, as the
face was uncovered they all wept aloud, while Adam took
the unconscious hand, and blessed the memory of the juaster
whom the children loved.
And so his school-life ended ; And then came some labo-
rious trifling, short flights in literature, and a passion for
the stage. His acting in private had gained such approba-
tion from distinguished actors who had witnessed it, iltfbt
he became fired with a desire to appear ip puUic. Aftsr
some delay his easy father gave his consent, and Aitam
Oehlenschlager became one of the royal company, l|ia;i]Bit
appearance being deferred until bo had acquired all
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Barj skill in singing, dancing, and fencing. He studied all
three with more diligence than he had ever given to Latin.
In fencing, he avowed his preference of the broadsword to
the rapier, of striking and cutting to stabbing ; in the for-
mer he saw heroism, in the latter murder effected hj cold-
blooded cunning. Achilles, Siegfried, and Thor hewed
away like heroes. As for thrusting or stabbing, he desig-
nated it as a modern French invention which Bayard would
have deeply disdained.
Bayard no stabber ! Then tell us, gentle shade of Don
Alonso de Sotomayor, why thy painful spirit perambulates
the groves of Elysium with a scented handkerchief alter-
nately applied to the hole in thy throat, and the gash in thy
face P Is it not that with cruel subtlety of fence. Bayard
ran his rapier into thy neck " four good finger-breadths ;"
and when thou wert past resistance did he not thrust his
dagger into thy nostrils, crying the while, "Yield thee.
Signer Alonzo, or thou diest P" The shade of the slashed
Spaniard bows its head in mournful acquiescence, and a faint
sound seems to float to us upon the air, out of which we
distinguish an echo of " the field cut Monerpyne .'"
When Oehlenschlager £airly took his place among the
Copenhagen actors, he was dubbed by them " :the man with
the hidden talents." He remained on the stage two years,
his father witnessing his debut, his mother and sister re-
maining at home in an agony of suspense, and the whole
feunily rejoicing when the experiment was ultimately aban-
doned. His social .position suffered nothing by it ; sons of
the first flEunilies, and children of the clergy, frequently
taking to the stage for a few seasons. He was rather dis-
appointed by the melancholy prose of ^the profession behind
the curtain; was disgusted with the managers, who en-
trusted him with but few leading parts ; but, inconsistently
enough, he detested committing them to memory when he
was cast for them.
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A visit with the good brothers Oerstedt, one of whom
married his sister, to the library at Copenhagen, decided
his future career for a time. In the books and his two
studious friends he saw metal more attractive than any the
stage could allure him with. He determined to follow the
law; he applied himself with moderate zeal to the preli-
minary studies of Latin and jurisprudence, and scrambled
through an examination successfully, but without eclat.
He was now in his nineteenth year, and in it he endured
the first great sorrow of his life, in the loss of his gentle,
loving mother. He mourned her sincerely, the more, sub-
sequently, when he had won his imperishable laurels, and
thought of the joy which would have visited her heart had
she been spared to witness the great glory he achieved.
The vacancy in his own heart was supplied by nature and
by love. He met, on a visit, with Christiana Heger, a
lovely girl of seventeen, of noble carriage, fair complexion,
large blue eyes, and with such luxuriance of hair, that when
the long fair tresses were unbound they completely con-
cealed her person. When he first saw her she was weaving
a garland of corn-flowers as blue as her eyes. He kept the
garland till his death, and he loved the weaver of it full as
long. The love was told with the hesitation of youth, and
listened to with the maiden archness bom of expectation ;
the father quietly joined their hands, and bade them love on
and wait in peace.
But love, study, and a life of some joyousness, received a
ofrave check when Parker and Nelson entered the Baltic,
and the latter would not see the signal of his superior
officer recalling him from the strife wherein he was resolved
to be the victor. Oehlenschlager, in his autobiography,
recounts the history of the attack in the spirit of the lion
who had turned painter. He protests that the Danes
scoffed at the ^English, that the Danish floating batteries
were uninjured, and that the English. fleet was entirely
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ruined — ^^ganz ruinirt.^' It is treating the battle poetically,
but we think that truthful and honest prose tells us, how,
after four hours' hard fighting with our gallant foe, the
greater part of the Danish line had ceased to fire ; how the
* Dannebrog,' in flames, was drifting, and spreading terror
among her own line; how, when she blew up, her noble
crew owed rescue to English sailors ; how seven sail of the
line and ten floating batteries were sunk, burnt, or taken ;
how the English vessels were crippled indeed, but not ^'ganz
rumirt;*' and how Nelson succeeded in the mission for
which the fleet was sent, and the conduct of which he boldlj
assumed and successfully carried out. Denmark was sepa-
rated from the naval coalition which threatened England,
and the latter had one enemy the less to contend with upon
the ocean.
When the sounds of war had died away, Oehlenschlager
again betook himself to study, not so much of the law as of
things more germane to the poet than the lawyer. The
ancient mythology occupied much of his time, and he
studied Icelandic under a gratuitous teacher named Amdt,
who was a learned and dirty oddity. For everything mo-
dem, Amdt had the most profound contempt. He was a
native of Altona, went about filthily dressed, wore two old
greasy coats, and let his long and still greasier hair hang
down his back between them. He was a miracle of ancient
learning. He had been a great botanist, but plants and.
flowers were too clean, pretty, and modem for his taste.
He cared only for old ruins, old manuscripts, old legends,
and old languages. He lived in Europe. His home was
nowhere. He was once copying Runic inscriptions beyond
Dronthiem, when he suddenly walked off to Venice in search
of some Qreek lines under a statue there, which he thought
would illustrate the Runic epigraphs. He was a perfect
cosmopolite, taking up his residence where he chose, and
often getting turned out-of-doors, and perhaps beaten into
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the bargain, for his uncleanliness of speech and habit. He
carried his manuscripts in his numberless pockets until the
burden was too heavy for him, and then, haying no home
nor friend, he would conceal them under hedges, in the
nooks and comers of old ruins, or beneath heaps of stones.
He was a hideously dirty philosopher, with no single attrac-
tion save his profound knowledge of antiquity, and particu-
larly of the literature and manners of old northern heroic
times. It was this knowledge that rendered this mass of
learned dirt and savageness useful for a season to students
like Oehlenschlager. Between this period and that in which
he reached his twenty-fifth year, his love for poetry became
daily more intense, his aptitude for the law daily less. He
had been long like one looking into the promised land, but
he determined to enter as well as gaze upon it. He mani-
fested his resolution by the production of his ' Feast of the
Eve of St. John' and his ' Gospel of the Seasons ;' and the
public acknowledged the reality of his claims when he gave
to them that exquisite inspiration, bom of his love for his
mother, the dramatic poem of 'Aladdin.* He began to
feel the true fire within him, yet hardly knew how to obey
its impulses further than to make triumph result from
boldly daring. When it was sorrowingly noticed, in a circle
of which he was one, that the good old vigorous Danish
poesy lay in its grave, he started up, and not only declared
that it should rise again, but he swore it with an energy
that would have gladdened Emulphus.
And now he sat at the feet of the wise, and there gathered
golden instruction; from Steffens particularly he learned
how to shape reality out of resolution, and through him it
was that he first tried his flight on a German Pegasus, and
wrote a ballad that would have been approved at Weimar.
The course was now taken from which he was never again
to deviate. He hated the law, and no longer cared to hear
the chimes at midnight with the gay Shallows of the capital.
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Gbristiana with the azure eyes smiled with delight at his
determinatioQ to abaDdon both, and henceforth to surrender
himself wholly to the lyre and love. But absence was to
render his homage to each more exalted and lasting ; and,
furnished with a hundred thalers from the paternal purse,
and an annual supply promised him by the Crown Prince
from the funds devoted to the public use, he left Copenhagen
in August, 1805, and proceeded on his pilgrimage to study
men, manners, morals, and metrical cunning.
His pilgrimage lasted four years and a half, during which
he proved that the public money had not been royally be-
stowed on him to a profitless purpose. The first shrine at
which he paused was at Halle, where Steffens again gave
him rich counsel, where he kissed with proud devotion the
hand of the imposing and manly Goethe, where Yon Eaumer
delighted him with historical legends, and where the pious
scholar Schleiermacher taught him heavenly wisdom, and
gave him a love for the varieties of Greek prosody which he
subsequently turned to excellent accoimt in his, if we may
so call it, musctdar tragedy of 'Baldur the Good.' The
next halting-place was Berlin, where the philosophers were
in martial harness, and Amdt (not him of Altona) was at the
head of them, inspiring the nations against the invincibility
of Napoleon. Fichte, who was his chief Mentor here, was
his own most enthusiastic follower, and used to declare that
his broad shoulders and stout calves were the mere natural
results of his robust and healthy maxims.
Leaving Berlin he passed on to pleasant Weimar, the
princely hearth of the intellectual great, where nobility of
soul presided in the ducal chair, and held a court in which
rank was measured by power of brain. Half the renown of
Germany there kept house, and though Herder and Schiller
were dead, their spirits still shed gentle inspiration over the
circle of poets and philosophers who made the sunny little
city perpetually glad. Among them, primus inter primes,
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was Goethe, and young Yoss at his side, who discoyered the
seven-footed hexameter in G-oethe's * Hermann and Doro-
thea.' The poet, however, would not amend the faulty line;
his answer to Yoss's intimation was, substantially, this —
** Oertainlj, 't is as you say, and Yoss is an excellent critic ;
But, since the beast has got in, there w6 will let him remain."
From "Weimar, the city of the Muses, Oehlenschlager jour-
neyed to Dresden, the Florence of Germany. It was a
happy stage in l^is pilgrimage. In the noble gallery there
of pictorial confusion he selected the masterpieces, and sat
before them to steep his soul in their beauties. His emo-
tions were profoundly stirred by many, but chief of all he
recognized in the heart-touching Correggio those influences
over his poetical spirit which took harmonious shape at a
future period. To Tieck, whose library was so profanely
scattered after his death, he read his 'Hakon Jarl,' his
* Gospel of the Seasons,' and portions of his * Aladdin.'
Tieck gave them the valuable tribute of his admiration, and
their author the advantage of his friendship, two boons
which did not, however, subsequently prevent him from
mercilessly criticizing the young poet when the latter gave
to the world one of the finest of his tragedies, his graceful
* Correggio.'
Weimar had attractions enough to induce him to revisit
it, and the pilgrim turned to his favourite shrine, once more
to enjoy the perpetual sunshine which, in his fancy, ever
poured down on it. But he had not been long there before
he found himself locked in by war, and one universal gloom
darkening the once happy locality. The kingly fortunes of
Prussia Tiad gone down at Jena before the eagles of France;
and Weimar was filled with wailing at the past and terror
for the future. First rode in the scared fugitives ; and after
them, in bloody haste, the triumphant victors. With them
came rapine, and fire, and cruelty, and the innocent inhabi-
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tants lay at the capricious mercy of a heated foe, who wan-
tonly put flame to peaceful dwellings, plundered for plun-
der's sake, and committed fearful violence with an air of gay
ferocity and bloody mirth. Amid all the terrors of those
terrible hours which preceded the arrival of Napoleon, who
stayed the robbers when they had grown weary with their
vocation, the circumstances of human life went on, never-
theless, with a solemn regularity that partakes of the ridi-
culous. It is perhaps hardly permitted to record among the
circumstances of life that death held wide court, and that
the brave lay around d3dng of their wounds, and the timid
of their fears. However this may be, we may state, among
such circumstances, that when terror was at its greatest,
Goethe got quietly, yet somewhat hurriedly, married ; and
the young wife of Facius, the lapidary, with two children in
her arms, and one under her uncomplaining, God-confiding
hearty sought refuge from French brutality in the crowded
dweUing of Madame Schopenhauer, where to the sound of
dread artillery she gave birth to a little daughter, aptly
named Angelica BeUona, who now lives honoured and loved
in the foremost rank of the artists of Germany.
Oehlenschlager was glad to escape from the theatre of
war, and he hurried from it to take up his residence in the
capital of him who had' evoked the demon. In Paris he
sojourned a year and a half, not eating the bread of idleness.
He was his country's pensioner, and he proved himself wor-
thy of its fostering benevolence by displaying the growth
and the power of his genius in the tragedy which he com-
posed in the French metropolis, and which made Copen-
hagen ecstatic, under the title of * Palmatoke.' For Ger-
many he translated his * Aladdin,' *Hakon Jarl,' and se-
lections from his minor poems. His hours of relaxation
were given to admiration of the glories of the then glorious
stage of the capital, to sweet homage and converse sweet at
the side of Corinne, and to profitable intercourse with all
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the learned celebrities dragged horn Tarioiis comerB of Eu-
rope, like other plunder, and whose office it was to sing the
laudatory song of eternal sameness in h(Hiour of the imperial
diTinitj who ruled for the hour. BJ^re too onoe again he
fell in with that antique anatom j Amdt, who was still of
the opinion of the man in the old eomedj, ^that nastiness
gaye him a title to knowledge." The unclean phantom was
howeyer as restless as erer, and the spirit <^ strong savour
went off some half thousand miles' distance to consult a va-
luable manuscript which he had carefully put away beneath
a heap of stones in a secluded spot near Liibeck. His end
was characteristic of the man. He was one morning found
near Moscow, lying at the bottom of a ditch, stiff dead, and
dirtier than ever.
With aid from Denmark the poet now left Fans for
Switzerland, passing through Germany, and on his way sell-
ing his works to Cotta for a price which poets do not often
realize. Switzerland to him was a hitherto undiscovered
world of beauty ; the hills were epics, the zephyrs breathed
in measured poetry, and the voice of nature rang on his
enchanted ear in new and intoxicating melody. The poet
schooled himself beneath the shadow of the mountains, and
his spirit grew in strength as he contemplated their ever-
lasting tops. Where beauty dwelt, there was his home for
awhile, and where wisdom lodged, there did he sojourn. He
conversed with De Stael, and he listened to Sismondi. Of
the former he relates that at table her servant always placed
a twig of evergreen, a flower, or a blossoming shrub, beside
her knife and fork. She generally held it as she spoke, and
it appears to have been to her what the leg^idary thread
was to the fabulous advocate's argument.
The spring of 1809 found him in Italy, and he stood by
the cradle of poetry when it was thickest surrounded by
flowers. Prom city to city he passed on in rapt admiration ;
nature and art equally winning the expression of his devout
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and prayerful wonder. Everywhere, however, the spirit of
Correggio seems most to have beguiled him. What Titian
revered and Bomano praised was worthy of his homage ;
and he has put a prayer upon record, offered up by him in
the church of San G-iovanni in Parma, wherein he petitions
to live after death, even as this Antonio AUegri, and that it
might be given to the poet, as it had been to the painter,
afber he was dust, to quicken and inspire youthful hearts
by his productions. And thereon, he wrote his * Correggio,'
fitting homage to the heart-wrung Allegri slain by those
cruel Canons of Parma ! The piece was, as we have said,
reviewed vrith merciless severity by his friend Tieck, just as
St. Beuve more recently reviewed * The English Eevolution*
of his bosom friend G-uizot.
More space is left to enumerate what he did not see in
Bome than to teU the contrary. He saw the Eternal City,
he heard the proclamation which made of Eome a provincia]
town in the empire of Gaul, but he did not see the Pope.
At that moment the dethroned pontiff was on his way to hia
imprisonment, with just tenpence in his pocket, and Cardi-
nal Pacca was helping the maid-servant to make his bed in
the little inn at Badicofani.
At length Oehlenschlager embraced Thorvaldsen, and set
out on his return to the north, where Copenhagen was pre-
pared to greet his arrival by performing in his presence his
new and stirring tragedy ' Axel und Walburg.' He reached
bis native shores, and his country nobly welcomed its dar-
ling son, one who had accomplished much, and who was
destined to achieve more. The Eoyal family sat delighted
listeners to his ' Correggio,' and amid the honours which
descended on him he received none with a more satisfied
spirit than the extraordinary professorship of aesthetics in
the TJni verity of Copenhagen. Fortune was now at his feet,
and he was worthy of her favours. Christiana's heart had
leaped at his coming ; her lover had gone away a candidate
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for fame, and retiimed the favoured child of a European
reputation. " Count Schimmerman," says the loving poet,
as true-hearted and simple-minded as loving, '' had a delight-
ful house called Christiansholm, about a mile and a half
from the city, where during the first summer he invited me
to reside. Adjacent to this is Gjentofli, a pretty village on
the banks of a little lake. To the church of this village one
fair spring morning I and my betrothed walked, quite alone.
We found there a third person, according to appointment —
the clergyman. He united us ; and we walked back to Chris-
tiansholm, man and wife!*' There were those who looked
upon marriage as the grave of poetic inspiration. Sir Joshua
Eeynolds did so. When Elaxman married Anne Denman,
Eeynolds told him that he was ruined as an artist. " Plax-
man," as Allan Cunningham told the story, "went home,
sat down by the side of his wife, took her hand, and said
with a smile, * I am ruined for an artist !' * John,' said she,
* how has this happened, and who has done it ? ' * It hap-
pened,' said he, ' in the church, and Anne Denman has done
it.' " The result proved that Eeynolds was no prophet,
and so in the case of Oehlenschlager and his Christiana, the
union of two hearts strong in love and steady in wisdom
only gave additional strength to his poetic fire.
Happiness dwelt at the hearth of the son of the old harp-
sichord-player, and a group that Correggio might have
painted, grew up in loveliness round Adam and Christiana.
One son he named William, out of express reverence for the
memory of our own Shakespeare. The King knighted him,
the people honoured him, and men of little genius envied
the powers which they affected to deny. His lectures were
attended by admiring crowds ; his home was the loadstone
of a multitudinous friendship. Sweden sent him a grand
cross of chivalry, Norway followed the example, and perhaps
the climax of his honours was in the circumstance of his
crowning, when Bishop Tegner, the renowned Swedish poet,
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solemnly set the laurel wreath upon his brow, in the cathe-
dral of Lund, and proclaimed him poet-kiug of Scandinavia !
His labours terminated but with his life, and his old-age
was the calm evening of a fair day. He attained threescore
years and ten, in November, 1849, and all the greatness and
virtue of Dehmark sent their delegates to grace the banquet
given to him in honour of the occasion. The festival was a
farewell to life. Early in January, 1850, he was stricken with
apoplexy, and the fine old man went down like a gallant
vessel, full of pride and stateliness, before the thunderbolt.
As he lay motionless between time and eternity, one of his
sons, repeated aloud the lines from his ' Socrates,' wherein
the sage speaks of the immortality of the soul. The dying
poet gave ear to the imperishable truth, exerted himself to
speak, and, expressing his unshaken faith in the resurrection
and an everlasting future, he fell back, dead.
And instantly all sound of joy was hushed within the
capital. The three theatres kept their curtains down upon
each mimic stage, and neither there nor in any other public
place of amusement, as long as the body of Oehlenschlager
remained on earth, was admission sought or given. Abovp
twenty thousand persons followed him to the graveside;
around it assembled in tears a multitude embracing every
degree, from Eoyalty downwards; and the whole city assumed
spontaneously an aspect of woe, — black flags bordered by
silver suspended from the houses typifying the general sor-
row. He descended into the grave laurel-crowned, as be-
came a monarch of the realms of rhyme. Equally becoming
was the circumstance of his death itself, dying not like the
swan singing his own dirge, but, most fitting for Christian
poet, to the music of his own harmonious truth which told
of future glory abiding with God. With him departed the
poetic greatness of Denmark ; its history belongs to the past,
for never again can its roll be emblazoned with a name whose
lustre shall equal that of honest Adam Oehlenschlager.
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PICTURES AND PAINTERS IN THE
RUE ST. DENIS.
" That was a pleasant picture of the Dane which formed
the text of our discourse when we last met," said the Italian,
Carlo Pompilio. " Can you match it for pleasant interest, in
France, Alexandre ? "
The patriotic Frenchman, of course, averred that it was
to be excelled both for interest and variety, in one single
street in Paris. Saying this, he flung on the board of green
cloth some architectural photographs of the Rue St. Denis ;
and therewith a portrait of Carl Vanloo gazing with intense
agony on a young girl occupied at an easel. On the same
sheet as the last, Alexandre pointed laughingly to a group,
consisting of a fair but sorrow-stricken woman endeavour-
ing vainly to carry a rubicund young tipsy artist up a flight
of stairs.
" Street, houses, and inhabitants," said Alexandre, " have
their respective stories. Approach ye ignorant, and listen
to the expounder." And off he rattled, occasionally refer-
ring to his sketches, — as might be done by a lecturer.
" There was," he said, " one street in Paris which Vol-
taire hated above all others, and that was the Rue St. Denis.
The Duchess de Richelieu had composed some indifferent
verses. Voltaire, then a lad of seventeen years of age, had
polished them into something like brilliancy, and the lady
had rewarded his handiwork with a purse of a hundred
louis. The ambitious youth resolved to set up for a noble.
Passing through the Rue St. Denis, he saw the carriage
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aad horses of a deceased owner being sold by auction. He
made a successful bid, purchased the entire equipage, hired
the coachman, and at once drove off. Before he had reached
the corner of the street his horses ran away, his carriage
was overturned, and the philosopher in his teens was rolled
into the mud. He resold his purchase the next day at a
loss, resolved tojgo afoot for awhile longer, and cursed the
Bue St. Denis to the day of his death.
'' At the time in question, gentlemen, the Eue St. Denis
was the most fiishionable street in Paris. It now abounds
with grocers and mercers, and two things which never fail
there are nutmegs and nightcaps !"
We laughed.
'* The inhabitants," he continued, *' are a money-making
and a religious people ; but it is said that they only worship
two saints, namely, St. Egoism and St. Economy ! These
are the saints who, properly propitiated, build fortunes in
the city, and country villas in the suburbs.
** In the olden time, when kings passed this way to be
crowned or to be buried, and when there was more of nobi-
Uty about it than can be found now, the Cemetery of the
Innocents was the busiest and the gayest place in the vici-
nity. Sharp dealers turned the tombs into counters by day,
and young lovers or mirthful musicians made seats of them
by night. There was more *fun' in the burying-ground
than there was ever in the market which subsequently took
its place. ^ A night among the tombs' implied assurance of
a merry series of hours, from sunset till dawn. In 1484,
when the English were masters of Paris, they celebrated
the event by a splendid festival in this charming cemetery.
Some of them drank till they were nearly as dead, and were
quite as senseless, as the dead men they had been previously
dancing over. Just three centuries later the old ball- and
burying-groimd was converted into a market. The utile
permanently succeeded to the dulce.
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" The main street is full of strange and * clashing' asso-
ciations. There is the antique church of St. Leu St. Gilles.
The Chapel of the Tomb, beneath it, was built by the
Knights of the Holy Sepulchre. Chapel and church be-
came the property of a couple of Jews, who bought them
' for a song,' at the period of the great Eevolution, and con-
verted the building into one huge warehouse for saltpetre.
Wliat they did with the relics of the canonized Queen Clo-
tilde, or with those of the imperial St. Helena, I am unable
to say. The infidel proprietors, however, made excellent
profit of their purchase. When France condescended once
more to believe in God, the Jews let the edifice at a high
rent, and increased the latter every year, till permanent terms
of agreement were signed by both contracting parties.
" Let me add, to the honour of the clergy of this church,
that they had the courage to celebrate a mass for the repose
of the soul of the Princess de Lamballe, murdered in the
streets by the sovereign people. The church may be said
to have been constituted at an earlier period, that is, in the
seventeenth century, a temple of Virtue. The body of the
once celebrated Madame de Lamoignon was deposited here,
against her own testamentary directions. The poor of the
district, to whom she had been a succouring angel, could
not bear the thought of losing her, and, as the inscription
on her monument told the story, they took possession of
her corpse, and interred it beneath the stones upon which
they were accustomed to kneel. A son of hers prayed to be
permitted, when dead, to lie at his mother's feet ; and a
pompous grandson, who had become a very grand personage
under the reign of Louis XV., left in his will a commcmd to
the poor to treat his remains with the same honours they
had paid to those of his grandmother ; and that was the sole
legacy he left them.
•" The old glories of the district, the abbey of St. Magloire
and the church and hospital of St. Jacques, have now entirely
PICTURES AJSTD PAIKTEBS OT THE BUE ST. DEIHES. 109
disappeared. The 'Magdalen' was attached to the old
abbey, the female inmates of which took the name of * Filles
Dieu.' One part of their duties, down to a ver j late period,
was of a painful nature. They had to receive aU the cri-
minals who were on their way to the permanent gibbet at
Montfaucon. They presented to each doomed captive the
crucifix to kiss, sprinkled him with holy water, led him to a
table, and served him with his last repast — a little wine and
bread. This done, they sent him on his dreary way, with a
few words of encouragement and hope. The sad memories
of the faubourg are indeed numberless. There is the Place
Gtistine, which commemorates the wealthy Huguenot mer-
chant of the Rue St. Denis, who was burnt alive for daring
to read his Bible in society with some friends. The house
in which they assembled was rased to the ground. A couple
of centuries later the emancipated people strung up Catholic
priests and Catholic nobles to the lamps which swung by
cords across this * Place.' The fashion of politics, religion,
and capital punishments had undergone mutation without
improvement.
" But perhaps the most extraordinary feature of the dis-
trict of St. Denis was to be found in its long-popular thea-
trical-religious mysteries. These constituted the * opera' of
the fifteenth century. Near the spot where the old hospital
and church of the Holy Sepulchre had stood, and not far
from the old gate of St. Denis, was to be seen the ' Hotel of
the Trinity.' This was the sacred theatre in question. It
was the only one possessed by the citizens of the capital
four centuries ago, and it was crowded nightly. The pro-
prietors were licensed, and the actors protected by the go-
vernment. They were authorized to represent aU the scenes
and incidents of the New Testament, from the Annunciation
to the itevelation. The neighbouring church furnished the
properties and the music; and when vespers were con-
cluded, the worshipers sprang from their knees, and ran in
crowds to get good places at the edifying ' spectacle.'
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'' M. Aroene Houssaje, who once held the sceptre of the
Th^tre Eran9ais, has, in one of his literary sketches, quoted
largely firom St. Beuve's * History of the French Stage,*
when treating of this religio-dramatic entertainment. From
this we learn that the spiritual theatre consisted of several
floors. On the ground-floor, the spectators were enter-
tained with a representation of Hell ; the Earth was up one
pair of stairs ; and Paradise was to be seen in the second
story. The back-scene of the Paradise was painted by
Guyon le Doux. The simple-minded artist was so struck
by the excellence of his work, that, when he had finished it,
he gazed on it with rapture, and at last he exclaimed, ' In
this world or the next you will never see a Paradise half so
beautiful.* On the stage, St. Beuve tells us, that, if there
was unity of place, there was not always unity of time. The
same mystery represented the Holy Nativity and the Mar-
tyrdom of St. Denis. The latter saint walked off", gaily
singing, with his head in his hand. * In the mystery of the
Apocalypse,' says the historian of the French Stage, ' the
agents of Domitian embark at Rome for Ephesus, where St.
John is heard preaching to the multitude. While they are
on their way, the stage direction informs us that Hell will
speak ; namely, Lucifer, Astaroth, Satan, etc., whom the ap-
proach of a religious persecution sets in a state of gay de-
light. As soon as they have laid hands on St. John, they
re-embark with him for Bome. Here, while they journey on,
Paradise will speak ; . that is to say, the representatives of
the Father, Son, and Virgin Mary.* The whole was re-
ceived nightly with the most unbounded demonstrations of
approbation.
" I have named Guyon le Doux. He was the first of
many painters who have made the £ue St. Denis and the
parts adjacent famous by their taking up their residence in
the district. Hence * Painters' Alley,' which still exists.
The artists seem to have lived here that they might be as
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near as possible to the gates of the city, through which
their monarchs passed in triumph, and which the artists were
called upon to decorate with coloured glories in honour of
the occasions. The professicm probably protested against the
new &shion adopted by the municipality to greet the arrival
of Louis XI. That grim monarch was welcomed by a dozen
or two of Parisian beauties, who looked down upon him &om
a gallery, and who were disguised as Sirens ; that is, wore no
clothing at alL The artists would have had no objection to
have painted scores of beauties in similar disguise, but they
professed to be scandalized at the real thing ; and indeed
the entertainment was not repeated.
'' But, of all the artists who have shed glory on the street
and district, Carl Yanloo stands pre-eminent. There are
half-a-dozen of the name who, like Hannibal, were ' pretty
fellows in their time.' There was old John Vanloo, the
Dutch — and distinguished — father of James Vanloo of
81uys. The latter, in the middle of the seventeenth cen-
tury was, what Etty was in later days, famous for his nude
figures. These were admired more, perhaps, in Paris than
in Holland ; and in the Prench capital James Yanloo found
ready purchasers for his bathing Dianas, his detected Ca-
Hstos, and his undraped nymphs generally. His son Louis
was less erotic ; he took to portrait and historical painting,
and chose Aix, in Provence, for his abiding-place. In that
locality was bom his elder son, John Baptist ; and at Nice,
in 1706, his still more famous son Carl (the * Chevalier
Carlo') or Charles Andrew Vanloo. John Baptist was a
painstaking artist, who found ready patrons in the clergy
and nobility ; and who finished the achieving of a splendid
fortune in the service of the most generous of royal patrons,
the l^^ing of Sardinia. John Baptist, possessing much, co-
veted more. He left Savoy for Paris, speculated largely in
the Mississippi scheme, and found himself one morning
'not worth a ducat.* But he had his palette, and pencils,
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and power to use them; and not only was he largely pa-
tronized in Paris, but lie became for a season or two the
rage in London, painted actors — particularly that very illus-
trious gentleman Colley Cibber, — and gained goodwill and
something better from Sir Eobert Walpole. He rapidly re-
constructed his fortune, as was to be expected of an artist
who could finish three portraits in one day, — ^left nothing in
them that could be objected to on the score of bad taste,
bad colouring, or duU execution, — and who was handsomely
paid for his pictures. He died at Aix, in 1746, richer than
all the counts in the province.
" Carl Vanloo was the pupil, as weU as brother, of hearty
John Baptist. He, indeed, studied also under Italian
masters ; and with such effect, that, when only eighteen
years of age, he carried off the first prize for historical com-
position in Paris ; and was engaged, with his brother, to
repair the paintings of Primaticcio, at Pontainebleau. Never
did artist labour more ardently and conscientiously than
Carl. Never did painter so readily look for and acknow-
ledge his own defects. The Pope, in a fit of transported
delight, made him a knight ; but Carl did not accept the
distinction as an infallible warrant of his own perfection.
So little did his opinion of himself correspond with that en-
tertained of him by the Pontiff, that, after his picture, " Love
binding the Graces in Chains,'* had been publicly exhibited
in the Louvre, he took it to his studio, sat down before it,
pronounced his dissatisfaction, and, with calm resolution,
destroyed it on the spot ! His own approval of the Apollo
flaying Marsyas, and his Marriage of the Virgin, only gave
additional value to those famous productions; and Carl
Jcnew himself to be a * foremost man' among artists, before
Louis XY. made him ' state painter,' and created him Knight
of St. Michael.
" In Carl's house, in the Eue St. Denis, there was one of
the happiest circles that could be found in the capital. He
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had brought thither for wife the 'Nightingale of Italj,'
Cattrina Somis. A daughter and two sons were the issue
of this marriage ; and, if man ever worshiped human crea-
ture, Carl worshiped his fair and graceful, his blue-ejed,
dark-haired, his intellectual and angelic-minded daughter
Caroline. He would sit looking at her by the hour, as she
was sketching on canvas; and as she worked on, uncon-
scious of the admiration she had evoked, the happy father
was sometimes heard to murmur, ' O Eaphael ! Baphael ! '
as if he was thinking how happy the great one of Urbino
would have been to have looked on a face so divine of ex-
pression as that of the unparalleled Caroline Yanloo.
'' But there was something singular and indescribable
about Caroline. The artists called her ' Carl's angel,' and all
who looked at her were struck as at the aspect of an un-
earthly be^iuty. She, in truth, only half-belonged to this
world. They who spoke of her transparent beauty, only thus
signified that Caroline was like a delicate flower, fragile,
tender, sweet, but destined to be short-lived. Books were
her only pleasure. Between these and profound thought she
passed her hours, chiefly at her father's side, to whose re-
marks she often repb'ed, in silence, with a smile. And Carl
would look at the smile till he could not see it for his tears.
'^ She was as pure, as pale, and as fragile as alabaster. She
loved her home, had a distaste for worldly pleasures, and, if
led reluctantly to where feet were twinkling in the dance,
she would smile on the dancers, but would not share in their
pastime. As she grew in years, still remaining young, her me-
lancholy grew with her. On her it hung as a peculiar and
irresistible charm. One would have thought it as natural
for an angel to break into rude laughter as for this fair
young student to have looked up from her books with any-
thing more strongly hilarious than a smile.
" One morning she entered Carl's studio alone. She was
more pale, more superbly melancholy, more thoughtful than
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ordinary. She sat down in the artist's unoccupied chair,
before a canvas already prepared, but as yet undrawn upon.
After a moment or two she arose with a sigh, took a pencil
and commenced sketching. Carl had watched her, and from
behind one of his own large pictures in the studio he endea-
voured to overlook her design. * She is a true Vanloo,' said
Carl, * and the pencil falls naturally into her fingers.' At the
same moment the young girl laid down her pencil, and moved
back a step or two to see the effect of her sketch. Carl hur-
riedly stepped forward for the same purpose. She started,
half-screamed, out of pure nervousness, and then faintly
murmured, as she extended her hand to him, * Eather, you
frightened me ! '
" The father was, in truth, much more frightened himself.
He shook with emotion as he gazed at the canvas. On it
he saw gracefully and touchingly sketched the figure of
shrouded Death, imder a female form, and the features
bearing an unmistakable likeness to those of Caroline
herself.
*' Carl suppressed as he best could his terrible emotion.
He even tried to smile as he said, with broken utterance,
yet feigning gaiety, * Incorrect ! incorrect ! Mademoiselle ; I
will show you what you wanted to do, and how you ought
to have done it. I will give you a lesson.'
" The ' master' took his pencil and his palette, altered the
outlines, converted the shroud into a drapery of cloud, and
touching the cold face of the young Death, gave it colour,
made it smile, added to it the apparent tips of two bright
wings, and metamorphosed it into the form and figure of
young Love.
" * There, Caroline,' said the poor father, again attempting
to smile, * is not that exactly what you intended ? '
" She put her band on his arm, looked steadily in his fwe
for a moment, and then, drooping her head, answered, * No,
Father, that is not what I intended.'
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" Carl saw that she was paler than usual, and, folding his
arms about her, he lifted her &om the ground, and carried
her, weeping as he went^ into the apartment of Madame
Yanloo.
*^ The daught^ fell on the mother's breast, uttering no
other words than 'Death! Death! It was Death I was
thinking of.' These were the last words she ever uttered,
except wild phrases in a wild delirium, through which she
passed before she breathed her last. This agonj endured
many days and nights, not one moment of which was spent
by iDarl away from his daughter's side. The attack was in-
explicable to the medical faculty, and the disease baffled
eyery attempt made and remedy applied to cure it. The
painter neither sighed, nor wept, nor uttered a word during
this terrible watching. He simply gazed fixedly, like a
figure of stone representing silent despair. His eyes were
riveted upon her lips, and, when he saw that the breath had
passed between them for the last time, he uttered a wild
shriek, flung himself upon the body, and would not be com-
forted,
^ ' My life has gone with Caroline 1 ' he used to say ; and
indeed he was never the same man after her death. He
worked, but he worked mechanically, though well. He
felt no inspiration, he said, and no delight. He could
not look upon a book without an expression of hatred
passing over his features. Poor Carl was not a reading
man, and 'Books,' he would bitterly remark, 'killed my
Caroline ! '
I have said that he had been appointed state painter by
Louis XY . Carl was often at Court in that capacity. But
he was never seen to smile. Many years afterwards he was
standing, silent and sad as usual, amid a gay and bnlliant
throng in the gallery at Versailles. ' Why do you look so
gloomy, Vanloo ? ' asked the thoughtless Dauphin. ' Oh,
Monseigneur ! ' exclaimed Carl, with the tears &»t spring-
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ing to his eyes, * I am in mourning for my only daughter.'
The canvas on which Caroline had made her last sketch was
preserved as a memorial of her, by her father. Under the
alteration made in the figure by the latter may still be
traced, it is said, the outline of the * Young Death' designed
so strangely by the daughter.
" The sons of Vanloo are not known to fame as their sire
is ; but John Michael Vanloo, a son of Carl's brother, and
Master John Baptist, worthily upheld the family reputation
in various parts of the world. Just ninety- three years ago he
was a great favourite in London, as his father had been some
thirty years previously. It was during the residence of John
Michael in London (1765) that his uncle Carl died in Paris.
It is there that the masterpieces of the poor father of Caro-
line may yet be seen. They wiU secure admiration for the
artist, as his story will sympathy for the parent.
" An artist of quite another stamp once made the Rue
St. Denis joyous. I allude to (in one sense) the French
Morland, — gay, dissolute, tippling, and inimitable Lantara.
The death of one he loved paralyzed Lantara as it had done
Vanloo. In other respects, however, the cases were dis-
similar. Lantara was a painter of country scenes, and these
he executed amid the din and dirt of the noisiest and dirtiest
parts of Paris. He loved nature much, but the bottle more ;
and he drank the deeper because he could not see more of
nature. His soul was a bright gem, and his body was its
very coarse and ugly setting. He was for ever expatiating
on the loveliness of the country, imagining or painting its
beauties, and he the while was tipsily lounging before his
palette, or uproariously descanting in dark taverns, or warmly
making love to some laughing fruit-seller, whom he loved the
more, he said, because she dealt in natural productions. This
tipsiest of painters met with the very pearl of fruit-dealers,
in a certain Jacqueline, whose voice was like a bird's, and
whose smile was like nothing on earth, but— as the wine-
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loving artist was wotkt to remark — ^but in its bright promise,
onlj like the rainbow in heaven.
** Jacqueline was the friend, mistress, and guardian angel
of the painter. She lived in the lower part of the house, in
the attic of which the desolate artist had a refuge rather than
a home. He was a sohtarj man without &milj or kin, and
Jacqueline, who reverenced him when sober, and pitied him
when drunk, loved and helped him, with aU his merits and
defects. He would have died of starvation but for the poor
fruit-girl, who saw him descend shivering and hungry from
his garret, and was delighted to share with him, what he
was never very reluctant to take, her sowpe, bouillie, and
Ktre of wine. For dessert poor Jacqueline bestowed on her
illustrious and vagabond friend the rarest fruit which she
had in her shop. The poor girl strained her very utmost
to make Lantara prefer her back-parlour to the public-
house, and the careless feUow had just begun to appreciate
each according to its real value, when Jacqueline suddenly
died. Lantara plunged for consolation into the nearest
wine-shop in the street.
" Under his repulsive and fiery exterior there was still
some tenderness of sentiment. No pressure of thirst could
induce the drunkard to part with a landscape which he had
painted on one of his sober days, while Jacqueline caroUed
one of her rustic lays at his side. In the garret next to
that in which Lantara passed his last days there lived an old
opera-dancer, abnost as drunken, and quite as desolate, as
the painter. She saw him one morning crying over this
landscape in question. * I wonder,' said she, * that you do
not sell that country-piece ! ' * Sell it ! ' cried Lantara, not
too tipsy to be unsentimental, * never ! never ! I can hear
Jacqueline's voice in it, coming to me through the foliage.'
" He drank on till wine kiUed him. In his last illness he
was carried to the * H6pital de la Charite.' A confessor
stood by his bedside, administering what consolation he
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could. * Eejoice, my son,' said the priest, * you are on the
road to Paradise, where, as long as eternity lasts, you will
behold the Almighty face to face.' * Face to face ! ' muttered
the broken-down artist — and he did not mean it pro&nely, —
* fece to face ! what, never in profile ? ' — and with this artistic
query poor Lantara died."
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I.
VENUS APPEARING TO ASPASIA.
"ToTTR Caroline Vanloo," said a Greek artist, or student
of art, at our next gathering, " reminds me in her graceful-
ness of the Aspasia to whom Venus once appeared, — a re-
presentation of which, from a painting in a stucco panel at
Phocias, I produce as my contribution of the erening. The
story, you will remember, is m ^Elian."
" jElian !" exclaimed Smith, "who is ^lian ?"
Mee Aughton, ashamed of his ignorance, quoted the
poetess. —
"'Theopbrast
Grew tender with the memorj of his eyes ;
And ^lian nuide mine wet/ —
is a remark which Mrs. Browning puts into the mouth of
her last heroine, Aurora Leigh. The epithets, however, do
not apply to the respective authors named ; for Theophrast
is not remarkable for his tenderness, nor is there a line in
.Xlian calculated to win or exact a tear. But the one mav
be softening and the other tear-compelling when our me-
mories of their study are connected with loved companions,
pleasant incidents, and happy times, which all alike have for
ever perished. And so it was here. But in other respects
there is no more agreeable comrade for a lone man on a
December evening, or indeed on any evening, than this
same iBliim. With Gesner's old folio edition of his works,
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or Fleming's quaint and racy translation of his * Various
Anecdotes,' duly accompanied by pale sherry, a plate of wal-
nuts, a bright fire, and a luxurious consciousness of owing
no man either money or time, — with all these, why, Qray's
' novel and a sofa,' as an antepast of Paradise, assumes the
form and feature of the most insipid of Limbos."
" He could never have been of reputation, or I must have
heard of him," said Smith.
" Q-reat as was the reputation of ^ian among his con-
temporaries and their successors," continued Mee Aughton,
" his entire works found no editor till the year 1545, when
an edition appeared at Some. Since that period, he has
been a favourite with all who know how to esteem a man
who has a thousand things to tell, and narrates them all
agreeably. His authority has been quoted by StobsBus and
Stephen of Byzantium, by Eustathia, Philostratus, and
Suidas ; and his life has been commented on by Casaubon,
Scheffer, and Le Fevre, by Kuhnius, Perizonius, and Q-ro-
novius. Added to these, a portion of his works has been
translated by Fleming and by Dacier. The version of the
old Englishman is as sprightly as the canary that he loved ;
but the ' rendering ' of Dacier is as dead as a champagne-
bottle whose spirit has been three days defunct.
" To this same ^Sllian," continued the critic, " has been
assigned the authorship of a military treatise, and some
pretty letters, — notes, rather, — ^which came from the pen of
a namesake. Enough remains of his own to authorize any
one to ask something about the writer, and to justify an idle
man in devoting a half-hour to partly satisfy the inquiry."
"Tell us, then, shortly, something about the man, and
cease to be critical," said Smith.
Mee Aughton thus resumed : " Claudius ^lianus was a
merry bachelor of Praeneste, and the favourite of a wide
and joyous circle. He was a Sophist, and the pupil of
Pausanias, whom he surpassed in liveliness, if in nothing
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else. He was bom in the second, and be wrote in the third,
century, in the jolly — rather too jolly — days of Heliogabalus;
he was skilled in medical practice ; and as Latin was then
vernacular and vulgar, while Greek was in fashion with
scbolairs and gentlemen, he cultivated the latter language
with such effect as to write it with the idiomatic power and
fluency of a native. There were no * reviews ' in those days ;
nevertheless there were critics who exercised their vocation
with admirable acumen. One of these, a certaia Fhilo-
stratus, treating of the Sophists, showered laudation on the
style of the Italian who wrote Greek so exquisitely, and he
distinguished the author by titles most flattering to authors'
ears. The sweetness of expression in jElian earned for him
from Suidas the epithet of /AcXtyAdxro-os, or fi€Xi<t>Ooyyos, the
* honey-toDgued writer,' — an epithet which was by no means
ill-applied.
" Of this cheerful author with the honey- tongue there have
descended to us seventeen brief books of the history of ani-
mals ; and fourteen pleasant books or chapters which are
put together as * Various Stories,' and which are modestly
and appropriately named. These are so pleasant as to make
US regret that we have lost the essay Jlcpi Upovolag (On
Providence), and the Kanfyopia tov ydwiJ^os, or * Accusation
against an effeminate Tyrant.' The loss is the more to be
deplored, as i^Jian was a high-priest, though no one knows
of what deity ; and we should be curious to discover how
the clerical gentleman in the service of a heathen god, and
the orthoaox denouncer of Epicurus, treated the subject of
a Providence generally. Not less curious would it be to see
with what wit, vigour, or indignation, a subject of such a
terrible youth as the imperial Heliogabalus would dare to
attack effeminacy in a sovereign ruler.
" .£lian," continued the speaker, amid some impatience,
and opening a copy of the works of the writer he had
named, ''was a 'home-keeping youth,' and in some sense
a
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possessed the homely wit which is said to be the charac-
teristic of such indiYiduals. He had never travelled out of
Italy, nor was ever upon the water, certunly never at sea,
during the whole course of his life. He is therefore, as
may be supposed, a trifle superstitious, and not a hM^e
credulous. How gravely he asserts the fiEu;t that polypi
assume the colour of the rocks near which they lie, in order
the easier to catch the silly fish ! He thoroughly believes
that the dogs on the banks of the Nile run as they drink,
lest they should be snapped up by the crocodiles. As for
that still odder animal, the sea-fox, he knows very well
that after the greedy fellow has swallowed the bait, hook,
and half the line (which he has bitten in two) of the angler,
he often feels incommoded by the barbed weapon sticking
in the coats of the stomach. But the sea-fox does not allow
it to incommode him long ; he simply turns himself inside
out, and gets rid of the hook by the accompanying shaking.
The wild-boars, too, of Mian's time are quadrupeds of vast
discretion. If one makes himself mortally sick by inadver-
tently eating henbane, he just trots somewhat rapidly down
to the seaside, and cures himself by a diet of freshly-caught
crabs. Sick licms, on the other hand, know that nothing
will cure them but a feast on a tender young monkey. In-
• valid stags turn to wild com, as a specific for cervine ail-
ments ; and Cretan goats stanch their bleeding wounds by
nibbling the herb Dicfamnus I With so much credulity, it is
astonishing that jElian has any doubts touching the singing
of a dying swan. He has never heard one sing himself, he
says ; an assertion which leads you to render more xeady
credence to what he asserts without a caveat. One is even
half-inclined to accept as indubitable what he tells us of the
water-snakes and frogs in Egypt. The former have, he in-
forms us, a passionate liking for frogs, that is, for devour-
ing and digesting them. No one knows this better than
liie frog ; and accordingly, when the two meet in a pond
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wond^^fiil ia the cunning which ensues. Your water-snake
glides up as if intentionless of evil, but our other slimy
Mend is quite aware of the designs of the passionless-look-
ing snake. He makes for the nearest twig, seizes it, and
carries it across his mouth, and then fearlessly approaches
the Hydra. The latter now makes at the frog with open
jaws ; but the twig across the frog's mouth is much wid^r
than the jaws of the snake, and he can by no possibility
swallow the much-desired frog. The latter looks down his
enemy's throat from the outside, holds fJEist by the protect-
ing twig, and laughs. The water-snake tries again and
again ; he glides round his anticipated victim, but the frog
always contrives to keep him in view ; and the end of every
attempt is, that the foiled snake finds the bar carried by his
anticipatdry victim lying across his own open jaws, and the
frog once more laughing down his throat. The Hydra at
length gives it up in despair ; and ' froggy,' plumping into
a safe spot, where he knows his kindred are assembled, teUs
his exciting tale, and raises a very din of croaking congratu-
latiomu
" Let me add," said Mee Aughton, " that some of ^Hian's
ladies are as wonderful as th^ most marvellous of his animals;
witness that delicate creature, Aglais, who played on the
trumpet and wore a wig, was altogether a strong-minded
woman, and, indeed, a strong-stomached, too; for at her
delicious conversational little suppers she contrived to get
tibough twelve pounds of meat, eight pounds of bread, and
half-a-dozen pints of wine ! He must have been a bold man
who, after that, would have ventured to hold a controversy
with her on the subject of metaphysics or the last new poet
of the unintelligible school.
"I do not know which contains the most astounding
stories, the book on natural history, or the book of anecdotes.
They are books which, had there been railroads in those
days, would have been placarded at the book-stalls of every
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station. I am entirely at a loss bow better to describe tbeni
than by saying they are a compound of Mr. Jesse and our
old acquaintance Baron Munchausen. Perhaps the prettiest
of his stories is that Hepl 'AoTrao-iW."
" And that is the story of my picture here," said the art-
student from Greece, " which, if my friends will permit, I
will recount in my own way."
As every one was tired of listening to the long-winded
Mee Aughton, this proposal was received with universal
satisfaction. And thus ran the story of Aspasia, Venus,
and the Wart.
The birth of Aspasia, the daughter of Hermotimus of
Phocias, cost her mother her life. The childhood of the
orphan girl was one of poverty and virtuous instruction.
The brightest portion of it was her sleeping-time ; for then
she for ever dreamt of being married to a noble youth of
wealth and power. The dream, however, seemed to have
little chance of being fulfilled ; for there appeared beneath
the chin of- the tender maiden a "wart," which, to her eyes,
took the figure of a wen ; and was, in the eyes of her spe-
culative father, a monstrous deformity. The perplexed Her-
motimus conducted the much-vexed Aspasia to the most
fashionable medical man of his day, whose specialite was
"wens." On these, their cause and cure, he had written a
treatise, and sent copies of it over all Greece. The fashion-
able doctor looked at the girl, fingered the wart, declared
the case grave, veri^ grSfVe ; but undertook a certain and
speedy cure on the payment of a fee of three staters, — a sum
about equalling a couple of guineas. The fact will serve to
show that the heathen medici were twice as dear as their
Christian successors, who make twice the promises for half
the money.
"Three staters!" exclaimed Hermotimus. "You might
as well ask me for three golden talents. Will you take half
a stater and a basket of figs ?"
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The wealthy physician looked on the speaker with scorn.
He glanced for a minute or two at the maiden, but finally
and abruptly declared, that without fee there was no treat-
ment ; and he whistled aloud for his servant to introduce
more respectable patients.
Hermotimus and his pretty daughter returned home to-
gether. " O Zeus ! " growled the former, " who will marry
a girl with a growing wart under her chin ?" Aspasiawent
on silently ; but soft and silver showers of tears descended
from her incomparable eyes. She touched nothing of the
frugal supper prepared that night ; and in place of going to
bed, she sat disconsolate, with a mirror in her lap, contem-
plating this unwelcome wart, which, after all, an erotic poet
or an admiring youth would have eulogized in lines of un-
exceptionable measure and loose morality, " O Venus Ana-
dyomene-! O Venus Ericyne ! O Mother of Beauty and of
liOve ! are my prospects to be crushed by this dreadful de-
formity P*'
It was the prettiest picture in the world to see this fair-
est of girls looking at the mirror in her lap, and smiling
through her tears at the consciousness that her beauty
and purity of heart might well excuse so trifling a blot as
this wart under the chin. ". If it were only a little mole,"
said Aspasia, " there would not be much to complain of; for
there is one on the cheek of Chloris, the priestess of Venus ;
and the temple is never so crowded as when Chloris oflS-
ciates and leads the dance." Therewith, however, the girl
looked again, sighed, acknowledged it was no mere " beauty-
spot," and sank off sighingly to sleep, looking as she lay a
perfect " lapse of loveliness."
'' I cannot sleep," said Aspasia, after a few minutes had
gone by, — " I cannot sleep for that pretty dove that has got
into the room, and makes such pleasant fluttering with its
wings." The next minute her eyes were fixed in wonder on
the bird. She started up, half-reclining on one elbow, half-
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leaning forward ; and then, with an exclamation of profound
reverence and delight, she sprang from the conch, erossed
her fair arms over her fairer bosom, and sinldng on her
knees, prayed that she might not be slain by excess of
ecstasy.
The prayer of Aspasia was not ill-founded, for theve stood
before her a gracious and graceful presence. The dove had
disappeared, and the mother of Love herself was looking
down in all her radiant beauty upon the trembling Aspasia.
She bade the latter look up ; and when the Fhocian girl,
shading her dazzled eyes with one hand, while the other
was outstretched in supplication, essayed to look upon the
ineffable brightness, Yenus smiled and bade her be of good
heart, for that she had come to serve the prettiest and the
most virtuous girl in all Greece. ^ Leave the quacks, my
charming daughter," said the smiling goddess ;•'' leave them,
with their powders and potions and washes and panaceas,
by which nothing is cured, and trust to me. Eepair to my
shrine at sunrise ; take a handful of the roses in the conse-
crated wreaths that lie upon the shrine, and apply them to
that which troubleth thee beneath thy chin. The remedy is
sovereign for the evil ; and so, farewell ! "
Aspasia, at early dawn, could not well determine whether
she had been dreaming or indulging in waking fancies ;
nevertheless, at 'sunrise she stood by the altar of the irre-
sistible goddess, carried off a handful of roses, kissed them
heartily, and then, holding them close beneath her chin, ran
home breathless and hopeful. She passed her wondering
sire at the door, glided swiftly into her chamber, looked
into the mirror as she let the roses drop into her bosom,
and lo ! all was as smooth and polished as a newly-fashioned
statue from the hands of the most accomplished of sculptors.
For every rose-leaf she had plucked from the shrine, she
hung up a whole garland in acknowledgment of her grati-
tude. "Sister Vermilion," said the young, curled, and
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faigUy-flceated priest^ who stood bj the altar with his dainty
fingeni just lightly resting on the pale-blue zone of Chloris,
— "pretty sister Yermilion, — ^for such the colour in thy
cheeks warrants thee to be called, — for what service rendered
by the goddess do you hang up such splendid wreaths P"
" For service inexpressible and heartily prayed for," mur-
muved the maiden, as she turned away, somewhat abashed,
from the irreverent look of the reverend youthful gentlemaa
who had the " cure" of the temple. The priest watched A»-
pasia as she descended the white marble steps which led to
the street below ; and then looking archly at Chloris, simply
remadked, " A fair girl, and as modest as she is fair." " She
is ^ b<dd minx," said the coadjutrix of Yenus's fashionable
minister; " and I warrant as disreputable as she is bold."
Thereupon a lively discussion- ensued, during which they
pelted one another with roses, and then, "early service"
being concluded, the pious pair went behind the altar to
breakfast.
The beauty of Aspasia would have been fatal to her, afber
all, bad it not been that she possessed ^alities which are
more atlaractive than beauty. The dream of her childhood
was not exactly fulfilled as she had expected, when the for-
tune of war flung the most beautiful girl of her time in the
power of the victorious Cyrus. The proud young conqueror
was at supper, when Aspasia and four or five other, and
almost as beautiful, captive girls were introduced to their
lord. A Persian supper was perhaps the most unseemly
festival ever held by man ; and Aspasia stood petrified by
disgust and amazement as she beheld the royal and noble
drunkards, some prostrate' on the ground, some lying like
corpses bent across the couches, and others yet sitting up-
right and looking like madmen. The Fhocian girl stood at
the entrance of the royal tent in which the banquet was
held, disregarding the invitation to go forward, which her
companions in captivity obeyed with an alacrity which was
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rewarded by smiles from tbe King, and by peals of applauise
from such of tbe revellers as were sober enough to clap
their hands or raise a shout. All compliments paid to these
forward beauties, — and some of them were rudely expressed
and put in action, — ^were received by them with a giggle of
delight. But Cyrus at last grew weary of the brilliant but
mindless group of captive girls who hung about his couch,
and, with finger imperiously raised, beckoned to Aspasia.
The Phocian moved not a step. She merely crossed her
hands on her breast, looked up, and murmured a prayer for
protection from the Lady of the Dove. She wore an air of
unresisting meekness ; but when a Satrap, looking extremely
gallant and dreadfully tipsy, was about to lay his huge fin-
gers on her ivory shoulder, in order to urge her towards the
great King, the girl raised both her arms in the air, ^nd pro-
tested that she would smite the first man who dared lay
hands upon her. Cyrus was charmed at this pretty audacity,
and, to the profound stupor of all beholders, he himself arose
fend approached Aspasia. The maiden extended her arm
towards the monarch, partly in supplication, partly to keep
him at a distance ; and within a few minutes she delivered
to him so cogent and delicate an argument touching the
duty of a true-hearted man towards a defenceless girl, that
Cyrus, treating her with a world more of respect than he
would have shown to his own sister, declared that her virtue
had impressed him even more deeply than her beauty; and
that from thenceforward she should be his consort, coun-
sellor, and guide. Perhaps the highest proof of the discre-
tion of Aspasia in her new capacity is to be discovered in the
fact that she managed to keep on the most friendly of terms
with her mother-in-law ; and we all know that the mother
of Cyrus was not altogether a helle-mere to whom a young
wife would pay homage, without a certain measure of mental
reserve.
Of all the ladies of the royal household, Aspasia was the
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only one who could rule the uncertain humour of her lord.
The season of felicity, however, came to an end, when the
fatal day of Cunaxa left Cyrus dead on the field, and As-
pasia the captive of Artaxerxes. In her altered position she
stiU deserved and retained the name of Aspasia the Wise ;
and even as the wife of Artaxerxes she wore the mourning
which she had assumed after the death of her benefactor
Cyrus.
One day, when Artaxerxes was in a rare fit of good hu-
mour, he told his son Darius that he might get anew turban
made with the great crest. Darius was beside himself with
delight ; for by this form he was declared the successor of
his sire, as well as his coadjutor in the government. Ano-
ther custom was, that when a reigning king thus erected
the peak of his son's headpiece, he was bound also to grant
the first request made by the new heir. Darius claimed
performance of the old rule ; and no sooner had his claim
been allowed than he struck his father into ungovernable
rage by demanding of him that Aspasia might be bestowed
upon the newly-recognized heir-apparent. We have had
family quarrels enough in royal households since the period
in question ; but never was domestic dissension followed by
such terrible consequences as in this case. Artaxerxes made
the person of Aspasia sacred by creating her a priestess,
either of Diana or of the Sun. In the temple of either deity
she was safe from outrage, and free from any chance of ef-
fecting her escape. Darius, therefore, turned all his rage
against his sire ; but his treason being defeated, he was put
to death with as little ceremony and as much cruelty as
were common in the Persian Court when the Sovereign was
angry.
Aspasia was seated by the altar of the deity whom she
was doomed to serve, her mind floating away on old and
sunny memories, when she heard of the catastrophe in the
household of Artaxerxes. " After all, then," she said, " I
g3
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have been a fool ; I have broiigfat iH-luck to others, and am
punislied for mj yanitj. Had I had patience to endure a
pimple, and been content with mj lot, I should not hare
known my splendid misery. And jet I foUowed the light
that was offered me, and I trusted to my goddess. Goddess,**
she repeated with an air of proud scorn ; '' have I not de-
ceived myself P" And the beautiful priestess, striking in
two her gilt wand on the angle of the altar, as though she
defied the £Edse diyinity to whom it was raised, sank to the
ground in tears, weepiog in painful perplexity, feeling that
there must be somewhere a more powerful deity, but un-
knowing where to seek or how to invoke Him.
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II.
OUR LADY OF BOULOGNE.
AFTEB A CAKVING BY ST. LUKE.
Ik contrast with the old spirit of pictures and details con-
nected with the manifestation of celestial beings to earthly
creatures, the following legend descriptive of the once
famous work of art, and of the consequences of setting it
up, was the next evening's contribution of the over-zealous
Mee AughtoB, who thus ran through the eventful and little-
known storj.
It is exactly twelve hundred and sixty-two years ago, since
Clotaire II. compounded for the commission of '' sins he was
inclined to,'* by erecting on the shores of the sea at Bou-
logne, a little church (which bore no comparison with the
amount of its ^Dunder's failings), in honour of Our Lady,
and the royal builder's own and unusual liberality. The
liberality was of a very equivocal character it must be con-
fessed, for the rough monarch robbed his subjects of the
money wherewith he sought to illustrate the intensity of
his own religious feelings.
The edifice was raised, but for upwards of a quarter of
a century its chief glory, or rather what should have been
its chief glory, was wanting. The chapel, or church, con-
tained no counterfeit presentment, no eikon, of the sacred
object especially sought to be honoured. Connected with
this want was the determination of the King to erect no
image over the altar he had raised that bore not with it
warrant of a " speaking likeness " of the original. The ori-
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summation so desired was not compassed in the lifetime of
Clotaire. " Dagobert of the turned hose " was safe upon
his throne, and St. Eloie was discussing with him some
pleasant matters that did not concern the papacy, when
the news first reached the French Court that the desire
of Clotaire was accomplished. It appears that one ruddy
evening in autumn, one of those evenings when the golden
set of the weary sun "gives token of a goodly day to-
morrow,*' the worshipers of Our Lady were assembled
beneath the bullrushes wherewith the little church was
thatched, when their religious service suflfered interruption
from the sudden presence among them of a transparently-
clad female. Such divinity did hedge her form that the
congregation were not slow to make acclaim that among
them stood the Virgin herself. The acclaim was ratified by
the object of it, who, further, graciously and with some
lengthiness of detail that smacked much of tedious mortal
birth, informed the rapt audience that she was no less than
that for which they took her, and that she had come among
them on no idle errand. The shout of welcome that en-
sued was oddly hushed by the cure's impressive solicitations
for silence. When that was obtained, the Lady proceeded
to say that she had just arrived off the port in a vessel, —
whence she had come was not intimated; perhaps from
Shakespeare's celebrated "sea-port in Bohemia;" and on
board that there was the very richest of freights, nothing
less than a statue of the Virgin, carved in wood by St.
Luke, and of the fidelity of the likeness of which to the
original they would be able to judge. Her desire was, in
return, that the statue should be raised on the spot where
she then stood. One other stipulation was made, to the
effect that the congregation should urge on those who had
the means, the necessity of erecting a structure of more
grandeur than the original building of Clotaire, which, as
was confessed, had a very fishy smell; and of increasing
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tbe stipends of those who served therein to a degree spe-
cified and agreed upon. Indeed the people were in a con-
dition to agree to anything. In their ecstasy, they rushed
down to the shore, boarded the mysterious ship, found the
figure as described ; it was three feet and a half in height,
and held the Infant in its arms, the which, embracing in
their enthusiasm, they carried away, and reverentially de-
posited in the spot assigned for it. The monitress who
heralded this miraculous coming had disappeared ; but the
last words uttered by her was a charge to remember her
injunctions respecting the new church, and a recommenda-
tion to " fouir" if they would speedily accomplish it. The
cacophonous dissyllable signifies to "poke into," and the
word " pockets " was delicately left to be understood " per
ellipsin.'*
The church was erected and the shrine was raised, and
marvellous was the confluence that set in irresistible tide
thitherward. The treasure amassed in consequence was
wonderful too ; but, wonderful as it was, the keepers of the
shrine were not altogether satisfied therewith. The cause
of the dissatisfaction may be traced to the circumstance of
there being at the same time in Boulogne other shrines, en-
riched with relics which brought to their respective owners
a wealth which was ver}' much coveted by those who watched
and thrived at the altar of Our Lady.
A consequence ensued that was considered, by the party
who profited therefrom, as nothing short of miraculous.
The Normans paid to the Boulonnais one of their very un-
welcome visits. Their coming had been no sooner expected
than Arnold, Count of Flanders and Boulogne, one morning
carried off from the town every holy relic it possessed, and
swept clean every shrine save that of Our Lady, which
was declared from the first to be inviolable. He took the
sacred* treasures with him to Ghent, where they were de-
posited for better security. The raid was not accomplished
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witbeut opposition on the part of some of tbe inhaiiteiite
of ihi9 town, who appeared in arms, and wko established in
the matter a "nodus vindice dignns," — ^a dilemma to wliiek
was found a fitting solution in the declaration of a maldea
named Torcile, and who affirmed that she was commanded
hj Our Lady of Boulogne to intimate that the object of
Count Arnold was one which met with her especial appro-
bation. Thereon all impediment ceased, and the ruthless
Flemish commander conveyed to the city of three hundred
bridges the spoils of more than thirty shrines. They were
" rich and rare." Among them are enumerated the bodies
of four Saints with very painful names ; a piece of the true
cross ; memorials of the condemnation, passion, and death
of our Saviour ; a portion of one of the pitchers in which,
at Gana, the water was changed into wine (this ^gmentary
pitcher, if I remember rightly, is now at Cologne) ; a branch
of the tree into which Zaccheus climbed when he would
see the Lord pass beneath ; a bed and cloak which once be-
longed to St. Peter ; and finally one or two fingers of St.
Killian. The inhabitants of Boulogne followed the relics as
far as the hill of Audemberg, and then left them to go on
their way, with some ceremony of anthem and of prayer.
I have not transcribed the entire catalogue, but of those I
have named I may say, with the historian of the imperial
and hard-drinking Macedonian, " Equidem plus transcribe
quam credo."
The result of this proceeding was increase of fame and
fortune to the inviolable shrine of Our Lady of Boulogne.
For seven hundred years its reputation grew, and with its
growth brought profit. Its miracles attracted the infirm
wealthy, even from the distant east ; and these celebrated
their recovery by founding hospitals in the vicinity, for the
accommodation of poor pilgrims visiting the shrine. For
pilgrims from England there was erected a house at St.
Inglevert, near Calais ; some vestiges oi it yet remain. The
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convent of the Annoneiades, in the " upper town **^ at Bou-
logne, occupies the site of the old hospital of St. Katharine,
ereeied for the use of sick visitants ; while the *^ house ** at
Andisque was founded by a married lady who had reason to
feel i^nnpathy for such female pilgrims as might be suddenly
summoned, whHe on their way, to endure what an inexperi-
enced poet has been pleased to call " the pleasing pains that
women bear;*'
In the year 1099, Godfrey of Boulogne deposited as a
gift upon the altar the crown which he had worn as King
of Jerusalem. The shrine was also resorted to by criminals
of state. These visits were compulsory on those who made
them, being paid in obedience to orders from offended poten-
tates. Thus William of Nogaret was condemned by Cle-
ment V. to go in penitential pilgrimage to this shrine, and
leave there a specified offering of no trifling worth. His
offence was some alleged shortcoming of respect, of which he
had been guilty, towards Pope Boniface VIII. What Boni-
face had condoned, Clement would not look over, and Nogaret
paid one Pope a very heavy penalty for an offence pardoned
by another. These penal visits, if I may so call them, con-
tinued down to the age of the French Bevolution of 1789.
Some of otir grandfathers may have contemplated the figure
that was contemporary with Dagobert.
The monks who had the care of the shrine of Our Lady
continued to flourish for a long season without opposition.
The latter was occasionally threatened, but no harm resulted.
The community had rather powerful protectors, and few
cared to attack the wealthy men of peace who possessed
what would be called in Ireland " a very good back," that
is, an abundance of friends with prodigality of strength, and
unlimited goodwill to use it when called upon. Mischief,
however, came at last. It fell out through a lady with ex-
pectations, and a somewhat unscrupulous gentleman, cap-
tured by " les beaux yeux de sa cassette," and desirous of
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espousing the owner. The story, briefly told, runs after this
fashion.
"William, Count of Boulogne, was slain at Toulouse in 1169.
With him the male line of his house became extinct. He
was blessed in one fsdr sister, and pious as fair. This was
the Lady Mary, Abbess of the solemn sisterhood of Homsey
in England. Her vows and her dignity were obstacles to
her succession to the rank and fortune of her sire. The
lady, being a nun, belonged to the Church, and all that she
might inherit passed over to that ownership ^so. Matthew
of Alsace, a man of great rank and small means, fell to pon-
dering on this subject, and, being a person of expedients, he
soon discovered how he might save the property, serve the
lady, and benefit himself. He resolved upon secularizing
the Abbess by running off with her ; and, this accomplished,
the property, he argued, would follow the lady's condition —
become secularized too, when it might be justly taken pos-
session of by the owner, or her representative in right of
marriage. I do not know if the ballad of *Le Comte Ory'
was extant at this time, as its editors aver it to have been,
but there is a certainty of Count Matthew having been in as
much perplexity as the gallant gentleman who wanted to get
into the abbey of Farmoutier, and waited for love to show
him the way.
" HoUk., mon page, venez me conseiller ;
L' amour me berce, je ne puis sommeiller ;
Comment m*y prendre, pour dans ce convent entrer?'*
" Sire," said the page, —
" Sire, il faut prendre quatorze chevaliers."
And this was precisely what was done by Matthew of Alsace;
he took fourteen stout gentlemen-at-arms, crossed the Chan-
nel, sent herald of his coming to the lady " nothing loath,"
and carried her off while the moon smiled above them, and
the cavaliers stood by to keep off intruders. It was a merry
ride back to the coast, and if the parties turned pale for a
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season wHile crossing the Channel it was certainly not for
remorse at what they had done. All was joyous again when
they shook their feathers and smoothed their silks as they
once more stood on firm ground within the territory of the
Boulonnais. Matthew of Alsace took his bride to the chapel
of Our Lady, but the wooden presentment there shook with
virtuous indignation at the sight of a married Abbess, and
was so overcome as to be unable to perform any miracles
while the unblushing runaway remained in the vicinity. The
young couple betook themselves to St.Wilmer, but that male
Saint, through the priests who waited on him, manifested a
less forgiving spirit even than the powers who presided at
the chief shrine in Boulogne. Finally, Sanson, Archbishop
of Sheims, excommunicated the pair, and declared that he
did so upon representation of their unrighteous doings made
to him by the ecclesiastical authorities in the Boulonnais.
Matthew of Alsace, now boldly calling himself Count of
Boulogne in right of his wife, no sooner found himself so
scurvily treated by the Church than he resolved to practise
retaliation. He summarily ejected the monks from their
homesteads, shut up the monasteries, boarded up the shrines,
and openly defied the Church. He defied, however, a power
which he could not vanquish, and, after maintaining the
struggle for three years, during which two daughters were
bom to the disputed inheritance, he was compelled to sur-
render, confess himself in the wrong, "mm maxvmd culpd,^^
and betake himself to a wandering life. He soon after
perished at the siege of Neufchatel, in Normandy. The
mother was as severely dealt with. She was cloistered up
for life in the convent of St. Austrebertha, at Montreuil,
while the Church kindly took care of the two daughters and
their patrimony. The former were secured in a nunnery,
and the latter in the treasury of St. Peter.
When these irreligious people had been thus satisfactorily
disposed of, the miracles that had been so long suspended
188 lETEW FICTintXS AlTD 0L9 PAVELS.
again begui to be performedy and that with an abmuehince
and an increase that compensated for all lost time. The
shrine recovered its pristine glory, and wealthy palmm re-
sorted to it so commonly that the roadsides for miles round
were beset with sturdy beggars who categorically asked for
alms at the butt-end of an escapette. As people natmrally
love excitement, these perils of the way formed additional
attractire reasons for its being taken, and one result was
that shrines were multiplied in the Boulonnais in propcnrtioB
with the increased number of dupes. Each shrinet eould
boast of miracles warranted as genurue as those performed
at the proto-altar, and no doubt they were ; while for the
accommodation of such Mahomets as could not come to the
mountain, the mountain was removed to them ; thait is to
say, a double of the Boulogne shrine was opened at the vil-
lage of Mences, near Paris. The village thereon took the
name of Boulogne, a name which, with its famous wood, it
still retains. The first pilgrimages thither were those of
Longchamps. Those pilgrimages continue under the ancient
appellation unto this day, although the old object has long
ceased to exist. Where penitents once walked in gloomy,
never-ending lines, the Corydons and Chloes of the capital
now are borne in gay barouches, and the vows now paid in
the classical vicinity have only this similarity with those of
old, in their being quite as speedily broken.
In presence of the original shrine in Ficardy a mamage
ceremony took place, of importance in itself and of singular
interest to those who were allowed to view the gorgeous
celebration. I allude to the royal nuptials of our unhappy
Edward II. and that somewhat warm-tempered lady the
Princess Isabella of France. Seldom has a royal marriage
been performed in presence of so many representatives of
royalty. On this occasion three queens lent encouragement
to the bride, and four kings, with fourteen princes of the
blood royal, swelled the gallant train of the happy bride*
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groom. Tbft proiorb sajra that ^ liappy is the wooing that
18 Bot long a-doing.'' Tbere is ui exception, howeyer, to
ev&ej tvAbj and we meet with one here hj way of illustra-
tion. Isabella was by no means so bad as her enemies have
painted her ; but, in spite of so much being inrged in her
favour, the legends of Berkeley and of '* Mortimer's Hole"
beneath old Nottingham Castle are not without some founda-
tion in truth. The result of tins marriage, by whomsoever
caused, mi^t well have deterred many other lovers, royal,
noble,or plebeian, from seeking this particular shrine whereat
to find most perfect union and most probable felicity after
it. The reputation of the shrine, however, continued imdi-
minished. To ask favours, lovers flocked to it in never-end-
ing pairs, but they were seldom found, it is mischievously
said, returning to it to offer expressions of gratitude. The
shrine grew richer and richer nevertheless, and there ap-
peared no possible limit to the growing increase, until one
fine morning in May — ^the very " Month of Mary" too — in-
telHgence reached the keepers of the shrine that the wicked
English at Cabds were talking very loudly and irreligiously
of rifling the treasures and carrying off the image. The
priests, however, were confident in the power of the image
not only to protect itself, but also the town and all con-
tained therein. They would not surrender the conviction
till the battery at Marquetra rendered their vicinity thereto
particularly unpleasant ; but they had hardly confessed to
the disagreeable &ct, when those horrid English were in the
town, their flag flying on the ramparts, and a roystering
camp pitched upon the spot occupied later by the theatre
and adjacent streets. These perfidious sons of Albion had
no respect for Yirgins. They accordingly seized Our Lady
of Boulogne, and, with the clock and organ of the great
church, carried their spoil over to Canterbury, and set the
whole up in the cathedral there, as a trophy of victory.
How long the timepiece and the music were retained at
140 l^W FICTITBBB AJSTD OLD PAVELS.
Canterbury I have not been able to discover. The image of
the Virgin was soon restored. The French king purchased
tbe^town of Henry YIII., and the English monarch cour«>
teously threw the miraculous figure into the bargain, with-
out its being stipulated for.
The glory of the shrine was all the brighter for the tem-
porary eclipse, and an auriferous Factolus seemed to be con-
tinually bearing gold to its feet. One of the most liberal
contributors was that very pious lady, Catherine de' Medici.
She deposited at the shrine " a chapel," or a model of one,
made of solid gold. She at another time gave a silver lamp,
dresses for the priests, of splendid texture, and altar-decora-
tions of such magnificence as to make the dazzled eyes wink
that dared to look at them. The privileges conferred upon
the royal lady in return are to be traced in her deeds, and
in the chronicles thereof. There is an old epitaph on this
princess, composed by I know not whom, and never en-
graved upon her tomb, but it is so graphically correct, and
so just in its award of praise and blame, that it might have
found favour even with a Spartan government, whose ob-
jection to the TroXvfwOa raxf>a, or " talkative tombstones," I
need not call to the remembrance of classical scholars.
In the case before us, the eloquent epitaph-writer rather re-
sembles the Athenians, who indulged in long descriptions
of character, till the indulgence went beyond all reason, and
was checked by the law of Demetrius Phalareus, which ab-
breviated laudation by setting a limit to the measurement
of the tombstone. The epitaph proposed for Catherine rims,
upon translation, thus : —
" Here lieth a Queen who was angel and devil,
One who knew what was good, and who did what was evil.
Who supported the state, yet the kingdom destroyed,
Who reconciled friends, and who friendships alloyed ;
Who brought forth three kings, thrice endangered the crown,
Built palaces up and threw capitals down ;
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She made some good laws, many bad ones as well.
And merited richly both heaven and hell."
The next lady whom 1 detect as making an offering, out
of that species of gratitude which is pithily said to exist in a
sense of favours to come, is the famous, or the contrary,
Diana of Poictiers. She presented a silver lamp, and found
her reward in being able, at the mature age of forty-seven,
to subdue the somewhat unimpressionable Henri II.
The silver lamp was a favourite oblation. One was offered
by the gallant Francis of Lorraine, Duke of Guise. It was
presented in grateful acknowledgment of his escape from
the expected consequences of a grievous wound received by
him in one of the stricken fields of Picardy. The Marquis
de Bouill^, in his History of the Dukes of Guise, does not
mention the offering (of which there is record by the local
historians), but he chronicles the wound. The latter is cir-
cumstantially detailed by the duke's surgeon Ambrose Paris,
who had as little love for battle-fields as could be felt by one
who was compelled to be in them constantly. " My good
lord the Duke of Guise," he says, "was wounded before
Boulogne by a thrust from a lance, which, entering above
the right eye, descended towards the nose, and came out on
the other side between the nape of the neck and the ear.
He was struck with such violence that the iron head of the
lance, with a portion of the wooden staff, was broken off and
remained in the head, from which it could be extracted only
by employing unmense violence, and making use of a far-
rier's pincers. But, notwithstanding this unheard of vio^
lence, as there was no fracture of bones, nor rupture of any
nerves, veins, arteries, or any other part, the grace of God
conferred an entire cure on my said good Lord, who being
always accustomed to go into battle with his face uncovered,
thus afforded a passage to the lance to pierce him through
and through."
Subsequently to this miraculous cure, the image one
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morning was suddenly missed from the shrine. For forty
years there was consternation in the town, for ill luck
reigned where Our Lady used to bring fortune. At length
a sick old Huguenot, who had turned Bomanist, confessed
on his death-bed to having stolen the graven image, and
flung it down the well of his chateau of Honvault. There
it was found and identified by a scar on the nose, dealt it by
a heretic English soldier. The only persons who did not
rejoice when it was restored to its old greatness, w&re the
monks of St. Wilmer, who had long been passing off a figure
of their own as the original Virgin, but who were satis-
factorily proved to be impostors by a sound cudgelling ad-
ministered to them by the brethren of Our Lady.
The Huguenot's well, however, had damped the ardour
of worshipers, as well as damaged the beauty of the very
ancient work of St. Luke ; and the figure of Our Lady re-
mained in complete neglect until the year 1793, when it
was only noticed for the sake of devoting it to destruction.
The Bevolutionists of this period took it down &om the
shrine, and tying it to a stake erected in the market-place,
they there burned it to ashes amid a chorus of howls that
was intended by the performers as a Hymn to Beasonl
Such was the end of Our Lady of Boulogne, the handi-
work of St. Luke ; and it must be acknowledged that if the
figure was set up by power of a pious fraud, the zeal that
tore it down was based upon a lie tenfold as destructive to
the sold. And so condudeth this little-known legend of
Our Lady of Boulogne.
143
III.
THE UNGRACIOUS ROOD OF GRACE;
PROFILES OF ST. GBIMBALD AND ST. ROBEET.
WiTK an illustrated Lambarde, sketches of .the Eood, and
small proxies of the Saints, \?ith golden glories, as if their
heads rested on old two-guinea pieces, the presiding officer
at the artistic meeting thus illustrated the English portrai-
ture of divine and earthly creatures, brought together for
the nonce.
Lambarde, in his * Perambulations of Kent,' says truly
enough, that " abbaies do beget one another." Thus Boxley,
founded in 1146, was the '* daughter " of Clairvaux, and, in
1172, became the mother of the abbey of Eobertsbridge, in
Sussex. The white monks of Boxley acknowledged as their
founder a gallant captain of King Stephen, named William
de Ipr^, to whose liberality they were rudebted for the
handsome yearly revenue of two hundred and four pounds.
Boxley remained for some time in the enjoyment of its
income, and of much peaceful obscurity therewith. The
period however arrived when it would fain achieve distinc-
tion, and this it effected in something of a marvellous
manner. It happened that an English carpenter, serving in
our early wars with the French, was taken prisoner, and in
order to lighten the heavy hours of his captivity, and accom-
plish an end that should purchase his ransom, he bent his
ingenuity to the task, and, after much labour, '* compacted
of woode, wyer, paste, and paper, a roode of suche exquisite
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arte and workmanship that it not onelj matched in eomely-
nesse and due proportion of the partes the beste of the
common sorte, but in straunge motion, varietie of gesture,
and nymblenesse of ioyntes, passed all other that before had
beene scene." This wonderful rood, if it could not carry on
an argument like the Androide of Albertus Magnus, which
logically foiled Thomas Aquinas, — could do all but that.
It could raise or seat itself, could hold head erect or move
with body bent. The oflSce of motion was familiar to every
limb. It could roll the eyes, " wagge the chappes," frown
portentously when displeased, or smile mirthful as sunshine
when the cloud had passed. Scorn, contempt, indifference,
earnestness, joy, sorrow, anger, or content, all sped over its
face in successive phases of emotion, according as temper
marked the time.
The cunning artificer of this dainty work not only com-
passed his liberty, but took with him into freedom and his
native land the wonderful image itself. He journeyed
therewith through the smiling fields of Kent. A sorry
jade bore the marvellous rood on its back ; while the author
of the work followed his production humbly afoot. There
was good ale to be. had in Eochester in those days; and
when the weary and thirsty carpenter had arrived in that
city, he entered a well-reputed inn, without intent of tarry-
ing longer than would suffice for him to get at the bottom
of a tankard. In the meanwhile he lefb sorry steed and
glorious burden to wend slowly on their western way
through the admiring city. The horse, however, was no
sooner committed to his own responsibility than he adopted
an independent course. Suddenly turning southward, he
broke ruto a miraculous gallop, and never stopped till he
had reached the abbey-church-door at Boxley. He assailed
the gates there with such vigorous application of his heels,
that the entire brotherhood, afber an exclamation of inquiring
astonishment, rushed to the portals. There they were
THE rKGBJLCIOTJS BOOB OF aBAOE. 145
nearly all ridden over, as the horse charged through them,
brought himself up, with a congratulatory neigh, at the foot
of a pillar, and intimated thereby that he had selected that
spot whereon the rood should be at once raised to challenge
the general wonder and enrich the fraternity. The monks
thereon addressed themselves to their assigned work with
alacrity, and they were in the act of unloading the carpen-
ter's steed, when the owner himself rushed impetuously into
the church, clamorously claimed his own, and went to log-
gerheads with the monks, who disputed the fact of his pro-
prietorship. Being at length satisfied upon this head, they
bade him take his own, if he could, and depart therewith.
The smile on their radiant faces interpreted an inward con-
viction that there had been a miraculous transfer of pro-
prietorship, and that the saints above, who had witnessed
the transaction, would support them in their question of
right. The carpenter, meanwhile, troubling himself not at
all with subtleties of any quality whatever, quickly strapped
his handiwork on to the back of the horse, and forthwith, by
tugging at the bridle, showering down encouraging, depre-
cating, menacing, or blaspheming epithets, endeavoured to
pull brute and burden to the portal. But the brute refused
to stir, and the burden urged it to maintain its obstinate
resolution. The artificer then unstrapped the figure from
the beast's back, thinking so to carry it out of the church,
and then to return and lead his horse into the high-road.
But when he had placed the image on its feet upon the
ground, it woidd no longer consent to be moved at all. All
the united and persuasive strength of the owner and the
monks, who affected to do their utmost in seconding the
efforts of the carpenter, availed nothing. Thereupon the
good brothers asked if the owner could any longer resist
belief in what before was sufficiently palpable, namely, that
the divine figure had ridden down to Boxley church of its
own accord, — yet divinely impelled ? The carpenter shook
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146 vxw Ficnmss ajtd olb pahxlb.
liifl liead with a rerj sceptical air, and was little moYed by
the appeals made to his religious sensibilitj. Logical con-
Tiction, however, descended upon him when the Abbot put
into his glad palm a purse full of new-minted coin. He at
once thereupon saw and beliered ; and he readily left the
work of his hands to stand and exact reverence as ^Hhe
great god of Boxley ." Such is the legend of the Carpenter's
Sood.
To few shrines was there greater resort than to what
in after-years became known as the '' Ungracious Eood of
Grace." This epithet was especially attached to it, less out
of disrespect, than as illustrating the difficulty by which it
might be approached, and the cost at which alone &vour
at its hands might be purchased by visitors.
Access to the rood was only permitted to those who were
of pure life. The necessary ordeal to prove this purity
was a strange one. It was one that seldom allowed sub-
stantiation of proof but to those endowed with substance of
purse, and liberality to dispense it. The rood only smiled
upon the wealthy. The more humble and destitute sinner
was fain to be content with hearing of the miracles which
he was not worthy to witness.
The mission of testing the claims of those who hoped to
gain advantage &om worshiping before the rood at Boxley
was confided to St. Sumbald and a confederate ; and between
the two it was performed to perfection.
Bumbald, Sumwald, Eombault, Eaimbaud, or as the
English were more given to call him, Grimbald, was the
son of a Northumbrian king, with a name ftill of hv/rrs.
His another was the daughter of Penda, King of the Mer-
cians. The Northumbrian prince was a heathen, and ob-
stinate to boot. His wife was a Christian, and in obstinacy
was a perfect match for her husband. So long as he per-
sisted in his heathenism, the lady who had condescended to
espouse him maintained a haughty reserve, a mensd et thoro.
THB UKGBJLOIOVS BOOP OT GBAOE. 147
Thiis course haying conyinced the King as to the excellence
of his consort's faith, the result was satisfactorily illustrated
by the birth of Bumbald, whose little eyes no sooner beheld
the light than, according to his biographers, he clapped his
little hands, and startled all the people of Sutton by crying
cheerily aloud, ^ Christianus sum ! Christianus sum !" The
gossips stood looking on in admiring perplexity, which was
not diminished when the '^ parlous" infant bade them be
stirring, and bring to him a huge stone that stood near (for
his premature birth took place by the roadside), and which
he would fashion into a font in which he might be baptized.
The standers-by bent themselves to their work with hearty
goodwill and abundant faith, but the ponderous mass re-
fused to move. The child gazed at their fruitless efforts,
with a smile, and then hilariously ordering them to stand
aside, he walked to the stone, lifted it with ease, gave it a
toss or two, out of very wantonness and exuberance of
spirits, into the air, and finally, when tired of his sport,
turned the stone into a font, wherein he was forthwith bap-
tized by Bishop Widerin, who happened to be at hand, one
of whose attendant priests, named Eadwold, served, for the
nonce, as godfather. This Eadwold deposited in an early
grave the boy for whom he had stood sponsor at^ the miracu-
lously provided font. The child had intimated his desire
that his body should remain for the space of one year at
Sutton, two at Brackley in Northamptonshire, and perma-
nently, after the expiration of the latter period, in the town
of Buckingham. This was done according to his desire.
"Widerin translated his remains to Brackley, where the
woolstaplers who lived among the hrakes held the Saint in
especial esteem. The entire county of Buckingham paid
him no less honour ; and consoled itself for being without
a city, upon the plea that the relics of the deceased were
worth a wilderness of living bishops.
To the shrine of St. Eumbald, in the county town, pil-
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148 mSW PICTTJBBB AKD OLD PAITELS.
grimages were made tbat Walsingham might have envied.
The ** hundreds " sent up their devotees. Princes visited
it from Brill, and lordly friars from pleasant Bumham.
The Colne sang its eulogy in flowing murmurs, and Ouse
and Ousel rippled perpetual praise. Long Crendon gene-
rally, and Notley Abbey in particular, resounded with
ecstatic acknowledgment of the merits of the Saint. The
Cistercians at Medmenham took up the theme, the Augus-
tine canons of Great Missenden joined in the chorus ; the
rich brothers at Asheridge helped to swell the strain ; and
the Benedictines of Wyrardisbury, when their time came,
kept alive the renown of the grandson of Penda, by unspar-
ing panegyric.
The community of Boxley, ever famous for being wide
awake to its own individual interests, at an early period of
its existence raised within its precincts a figure of this St.
Brumbald, on which they conferred a power of working
miracles such as would have become the Saint himself; and
all those who were desirous of passing into the presence of
the Bood of Grace had first to undergo an ordeal before the
image of St. Rumbald. This ordeal consisted in moving the
figure of the Saint from a heavy stone to which it was at-
tached. Thp figure was neither high nor heavy. They who
were able to remove it were pronounced pure. They who
failed were sent away in disgrace. A child would often
succeed where strong men strove in vain; and notorious
sinners lifted the Saint, when honest maidens, upon failure,
were driven from it in blushes and in tears. The cause of
this seeming caprice in the Saint lay in the priest who stood
by to regulate the turn of those who came to the ordeal.
All who approached for that purpose were called upon, at
three several barriers, to pay a triple fee. They who gave
of their substance liberally, invariably succeeded at the or-
deal, while churlish givers tugged in vain ; the image was
as little to be moved as the mother of Eumbald herself
THS TOraBAOIOUS BOOD OF GBACE. 149
when her heathen consort failed to stir the Christian heart
of his reserved and orthodox bride. The priest who pre-
sided at the ceremony looked carefully to the proper working
of these several results, all of which were accomplished ac-
cording as his hand or foot loosened or fastened the spring
by which the mute and counterfeit presentment was held to
the stone. The secret was not discovered till that daylight
broke in upon Boxley which dispersed other superstitions
as little able to endure the invasion. When this occurred,
the Kentish Men and the Men of Kent severally maintained,
amid inextinguishable laughter, that the delusion had been
too strong for the one party and had been long seen through
by the other. Each side attributed to itself the wisdom,
and to the opposite side the folly. Both agreed as to the
community against which the charge of knavery might be
laid without gainsaying.
With regard to the relics of St. Eumbald, part of the re-
mains of a saint of that name now lie gorgeously enshrined
above the chief altar in the cathedral church at Mechlin.
Some assert that these are the remains of the English saint,
bom at Sutton. Whether this be so or not, I am not able
to assert. An ancient custom of the married women of
Mechlin would seem to support the idea. The custom to
which I allude was this. For many years the wives of
Mechlin, when the time of their confinement was near, used
to pass into the territory of Brabant that the birth might
take place when, like the mother of Eumbald, they were
absent from home. I suspect, however, that the privileges
attached to. being a bom Braban9on might have had some-
thing to do with this custom. The moving fashion, on the
other hand, was extended to other ladies besides the married
ones, who resided in the " city of pigs' feet and costly lace,"
under the guardianship of St. Eumbald. Thus in the old
convent which formerly stood near the gate of Saint Katha-
rine, there was then a sisterhood of not less than fifteen
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hundred nuns ; with a pupilhood, if I may so speak, of nearly
five thousand boarders. The sisters of this monastery en-
joyed the privilege of receiving and paying visits, within or
without the monastery, and at whatever hour it so pleased
them. They could lodge in the town, if they were so in-
clined, and might marry, if proposals were made which they
chose to accept. I do not know if this was the convent
which broke out into open revolt when the government de-
prived it of the privilege of having soldiers quartered upon
it; but that such revolt has occurred more than once is
matter which may not be denied.
St. Eumbald in England is found under his more popular
appellation of Grimbald, in Grimbald Crag, a rock which
overhangs the Widd exactly opposite to St. Bobert's cave,
where Eugene Aram and John Houseman, in 1745, mur-
dered Daniel Clarke, some half-mile from Knaresborough,
in Yorkshire. The crag is said to have been the residence
of a saint, but I think he must have been too old for Eum-
bald of Sutton, and I am not inclined to believe that he is
to be identified with that Grimbald whose memory is cele-
brated in the old English calendar on the 10th of July, who
was living in 882, and whose grave in the Abbey of Win-
chester was near that of King Alfred himself. The festival
of Rumbald of Sutton is kept on the 3rd of November.
Brackley has not even yet quite forgotten the anniversary of
the translation of the Saint's remains, on the 26th of August.
There were few localities more picturesque and more
suited for meditation than those selected on the banks of
the Nidd by the Yorkshire Grimbald and his brather-hermit
St. Eobert. The crag itself is a majestic portion of a pic-
ture where the majesty of beauty abounds, a beauty which
varies with the seasons, but which ever exists. There is in-
spiration to be caught from such a spot, though I am far
from saying that I have succeeded in seizing that of a suit-
able quality in the following lines bom of the memories of
the scene.
THE VFGBACIOITS BOOD 07 GBACS. 151
Hail, noble crag! the honours of thy brow,
When wreath'd with yerdure, or when crown'd with snow,
Still shine the same ; half solemn and half sweet,
As when the rippling Nidd first kiss'd thy feet.
How many a weary year since then hath shown
Its varied gifts to man ; while passing on
Far into Time's wide ocean ; like the wave
That hast'neth past thee, and can scarcely lave
Thy rocky base, ere — ^type of human lot —
'T is lost in wider streams, and there forgot !
Still changing but in hue, unchanged in form,
Thou smilest with the sunshine ; while the storm
Draws from thee but a beauty more severe,
When the wild thunder leaps in his career.
But ever beautifiil thou art ; and he
Who stands to contemplate thy majesty,
Might aknost dream he saw thee, smiling, greet
Each playful wave that breaks against thy feet,
As Cathay's tuneful shores, they say, once gave
Payment in song for kisses from each wave.
Yes, beautiful ; and eloquent, though mute !
Almost defying Time : what sense acute
Feds not emotion in the breast of man
Who thinks how many their short race have ran
(All record of them being that they died)
Since here thou 'st stood ; now full of strength and pride
As when the storm first thundered o'er thy head,
Or on thee Summer h^ first glories shed !
Think then, O thou who tumest from this scene,
Man's chequered life how brief; himself how mean !
Of the saint who has given his name to the cave, and to
the chapel a little higher up the river, on the side opposite
to that where beetles Grimbald Crag, I will add a few words
by way of conclusion. St. Bobert of the Nidd did not, like
his namesake of Brittany, drive courtesans to church or
queens into nunneries ; nor, like Eobert of Auvergne, build
monasteries, though like him he loved retirement ; nor was
he noble, Kke Eobert of Molesme, who founded the Cister-
cians ; nor was he the Bobert who was the Abbot of New*
152 KEW PICTUBEB AKD OLD PAKELS.
minster^ near Morpeth, and who died in 1159. To this last
Eobert, Butler has assigned some of the circumstances that
belong to the biography of Eobert of the Nidd. The latter
is known to have been visited by King John (after "Robert
of iN'ewminster was dead) in the beginning of the thirteenth
century. He was probably a younger brother of the Abbot
of Newroinster, where there were assturedly two brothers of
the name of Ploure, and, though they could not both have
borne the same Christian name, it is certain that the two
men have been diversely celebrated under one name. Tock-
lese Floure was a tradesman in, and mayor of, York. His
wife's name was Sminceria. Robert of the Nidd, their son,
entered the church, became a sub-deacon, and at Whitby
gratified the nuns of " High Whitby's cloister'd pile" by
his various exercises, religious or otherwise. He was after-
wards a member of the Cistercian brotherhood at Newmin-
ster, of which I believe his own brother to have been abbot.
He subsequently wandered about from one community to
another, edifying all by his piety, his meekness, and his
mortifications. He was particularly popular at Spoffbrth
and Rofarlington ; but, self-denying as legend asserts him
to have been, there is evidence, yet extant, of his having been
as Hamlet says, " spacious in the possession of dirt,'* — in
other words, a landed proprietor. His " banks were all fur-
nished with bees," and his bams with corn. He maintained
four serving-men, who alike looked after his farm, his in-
terests, and their own. He had a sharp eye after land.
William Bstoteville, lord of the forest of Knaresborough,
had designated him as "the protector of thieves," and there-
on Robert contrived to terrify him into the surrender of all
the land which now lies between St. Robert's cell and Grim-
bald Crag. He rescued his mother from purgatory, foiled
the Evil One in various encounters, and was visited with
the religious indignation of the unwashed and more ortho-
dox hermits, because he practised the comfortable virtue of
THB UKeBAOIOFB BOOD OF GBACS. 153
cleanliness. His own valet, if a saint could have such an
officer, was a Jew ! and master and man used occasionally
to quarrel after the most mundane fashion. The chapel and
cell, cut out of the rock hy the Nidd, possess little architec-
tural decoration, yet they are not without a certain beauty,
always excepting the three heads said to be emblematical of
the Trinity, and a sculptured portrait of St. John the Bap-
tist, which is a startling libel upon humanity. Bobert died
in the full odour of sanctity, and the monks of Fountains
endeavoured in vain to get possession of his remains. From
his grave there flowed, it is averred, a medicinal oil that
would have made the fortunes of half the unsuccessful quacks
of this degenerate age. Many a story is told of its miracu-
lous effects, and the virtues of the saints of the Nidd are
still talked of at the hearths in the vicinity of St. Bobert's
chapel and St. Grimbald's Crag.
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154
IV.
THE FLOWERY LEGEND OF OUR LADY OF
GUADALUPE.
"What did your Eood of Grace resemble," iSaid Juan
Triarte, a Spanish votary, "after the days of the Refor-
mation?"
"A sorry picture it made," was the reply of a guest.
" They who are curious in that matter may consult the Re-
ports of the Commissioners to Henry VIII. ; and they who
find access to such reports difficult, will do just as well, and
learn as much, if they look into Mr. Murray's * Handbook
of Kent and Sussex.' "
"Well," said Triarte, and he uncovered the picture of an
exquisite Madonna, surrounded by flowers that seemed to
live, " here is something more graceful than your heathen
Anadyomenes, your French Madonnas, and your lumbering
English Eoods, — look at that, — * Our Lady of Guadalupe
the Proud.' "
"Why 'the Proud'?" asked Smith.
" Ah ! for a reason ! Tou see that almost* all localities
are rich in some quality attached to their name, or some
proverbial allusion ; all, except England. For example, ' See
Kaples and then die ! ' shows the Italian pride. Russia is
not far behind in pride when she writes on the gates of one
of her cities, 'Who can resist God and Novgorod the great?'
It is the people of Lombardy who have applied to Genoa
the stereotyped phrase that there are * men without faith,
LEGEITD OE OTJB LADY OE OVJlDALVFE. 155
women without virtue, sea without fish, and hills without
trees.'"
" Well," said Smith, " in a more self-laudatory sense, the
natives of Kilkenny say of their city that in it are to he
found * fire without smoke, air without fog, water without
mud, few women without heauty, and a town paved with
marhle.' "
" Pray Cujuello," continued Triarte, " has declared of his
heloved native town, that * when the curse was laid upon
the earth, heaven excepted the five miles round Valencia.'
Other Spaniards have showered other epigrams upon the
hrow of the Iberian city. * It is,' says one, * full of every-
thing but substance.' Of the people, sings a second, * As
light in head as in body.' While a third more sweepingly
declares that at Valencia ' the meat is grass, the grass water,
the men women, and the women nothing.' "
"He might have said of the latter," remarked Smith,
" that they were proud, as an epigrammatist has said of the
citizens of Wewry, in this distich : —
'High church and low steeple.
Dirty streets and proud people.' "
" Ah ! for pride, I know nothing," resumed Juan, " that
goes beyond the Persian inscription, which declares of one
of its capitals that ' Ispahan is half the world ! ' But this
is not much less modest than the topographer's lines on
Seville : —
' Quien no ha visto Sevilla,
No ha visto maravilla.*
Which may be roughly translated into —
' Who has not in Seville been,
Has never yet a wonder seen.*
" For this one saying on Seville, the capital of the king-
dom has a triad. First there is * Donde esta Madrid, calle
el mundo,' or * Where Madrid is, let the world be silent.'
The calm, deadly air of that city sometimes makes half of
156 l^W PICTTJBES Al^D OLD PANELS.
its own citizens silent. Exemplification thereof is to be
found in the popular dictum that ' the air of Madrid kills a
man, when it does not extinguish a candle.' The city ap-
pears to me to have been more equitably treated bj the witty
Pedro da Costa Perestulta, who said —
* Quien te quiera no te sabe,
Quin te sabe no te quiera.'
Literally —
' He who likes thee does not know thee ;
He who knows thee does not like thee.' "
" Which,*' said Alexandre, " I hold to be truer than the
mural inscription once proposed for a statue of the City of
Paris, and which intimated that he who had not seen that
city had seen nothing : * Qui n'a vu Paris n'a rien vu !' "
"How much more modest," remarked Mee Aughton,
proud for the honour of England, " is the Scotch device for
the city of St. Mungo, *Let Glasgow flourish!' And how
savage must have been the writer of the old book on the
rural suburbs of London, who affixed to a Kentish village
a saying, which has never ceased to be applied to it, and
which alliteratively describes it as ' long, lean, lousy, lazy,
lanky Lewisham l' Erom such a district it is pleasant to
get away, and travelling westward, hear a native say, * As
sure as God is in Gloucestershire,' a very popular saying
when monasteries were plentiful there, but not the more
applicable on that account — not more so than *the Paris
of the Levant' is applicable to Smyrna, or *the Elower
of the Levant ' is applicable to Scio.
" Old Fuller will show what local proverbs we have in
England," continued Mee Aughton, "and Murray's Hand-
books, those of our counties respectively. 1 find the cha-
racteristics of eight of them set down in half as many lines :
* Derbyshire for lead, Devonshire for tin,
Wiltshire for plains, Middlesex for sin ;
Cheshire for men, Berkshire for dogs,
Bedfordshire for flesh, and Lincolnshire for hogs/
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"Poor Middlesex is scurvily treated in this quatrain,
written when malefactors used to be drawn by the half-
dozen every Monday from Newgate to Tyburn. But even at
that day the greatest thieves were not always those who
stood outside the shop- windows. Then, as now, the splen-
did insolvents who drank champagne and rode in carriages
while they cheated their creditors, were worse than the
petty-larceny rascals on the pave, and not to be .mentioned
with the Arab who lives by plunder — upon principle."
■Amid general conversation it was then remarked that
" Manchester weather " is known to mean rain ; and Benares
is called " the lotus-tree of the world," because it is always
pleasant (which it is not) to reside therein. !N'ot unlike
Manchester are two Prench towns, of whom a disgusted
military officer has said —
" Dieu me garde de gamison
A GraTelines ou Besan9on."
"It were pleasanter," said a guest, "for a man to be in Dres-
den, * the Florence of Germany ; ' and even were he in Bembouk
be might console himself by the thought that he was in what
rather imaginative topographers have designated as 'the
Peru of Western Africa.* And talking of Peru reminds me
that it was a native thereof with whom originated the re-
mark, ' Strip a Spaniard of all his virtues, and you make a
Portuguese of him!' And of all Spaniards, few, perhaps,
were ever so irredeemably wicked as those of a place where
wickedness is illustrated in the Andalusian proverb of ' Kill
your man and fly to Olbera.' There is another epigram of
comparison between the peninsular people, which says, * If
to a Spaniard's vices you add hypocrisy, you make of him a
perfect Portuguese ! ' Spain, however, if it has not much to
boast of in the way of innocence, rejoices in one locality
fiEimous for its salubrity, and touching which it is descrip-
tively said that * At Eonda a man of eighty is a boy !' This
158 KEW PICTUBES JLSTD OLD PAIITSLS.
Bounds like an eclio of the Bedouin proverb touching the
district wherein once dwelt the tribe of Beuben, ' You shall
never find any country so good as the Balka ! ' wherefore,
one cannot say ; for the wise saw is not so succinctly expla-
natory as that which says of Shiraz that it is ' the Gtkte of
Science,' or of Khorassan that it is * the Sword of Persia,' or
of Algiers that it is * Algiers the warlike,' or conquering.
As to the profession most popular there, down to a compa-
ratively recent period, it is sufficiently hintod at in the local
proverb, which says, that * K Algiers were at peace with all
the world, its inhabitants would die of hunger.' "
" Enough, enough !" cried Triarte, " gaze now enraptured
on my * Lady of Plowers,' and lend ear to the droll legend
therewith connected." There was silence, and he began.
" The city of Mexico has often been called * the city of
the Virgin of the Guadalupe,' and the origin of this name
I am about to explain by narrating the tradition from which
it has sprung. Not only the city, but very many men as
well as women in the old city of the Aztecs, bear the name
of Ghmdalvfe^ and how this name became so popular I
will now briefly tell.
" There is, about a league to the north of Mexico, the ma^
melon of a ridge of hills looking towards the city, and which
once bore the unmusical name of Tepeyacar. It is a rugged
bluff, difficult of access, yet more frequently climbed than
any other height in the vicinity.
"In old days an altar to the Mexican Juno or Venus
stood here. It was rather the former, for she was called
the * Mother of the Gods.' It has been replaced by one
in honour of * the Mother of God.' So in old Borne, the
shrine of Venus Victrix was converted into one in honour
of the Virgin Triumphant. The story of the Mexican trans-
formation is so evidently that on which the Virgin of La
Salette was recently founded that it is worth the telling,
were it only to fix the plagiary.
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" On the 9th of December, 1681, at early dawn, a con-
verted Indian labourer, known as Juan Diego, was on his
waj to first Mass, when on crossing the mountains he heard
a celestial concert from invisible birds in the clouds above
him. Juan stood (like your Aspasia) with face upraised in
ecstasy; and his surprise was not diminished on perceiving
a small, brilliant light in the distant heavens, which in-
creased as it came closer, and which almost blinded him by
the resplendent power of its glory. Wow Juan Diego not
only saw, but heard. He heard a voice calling him by name,
and when he again, with both hands raised to shade his
dazzled eyes, looked upwards, he was conscious of the pre-
sence in the air of a self-supporting lady, dressed in white
robes which shed a more than electric light, and who came
sliding down towards the hard-set earth, afber the pretty
manner of what i9 histrionically known as a 'femme vo-
lante.'
" Juan Diego prepared to run for it, but the sweetest voice
in the world bidding him remain, he held his breath and his
position, and awaited in a sort of rapt patience, the pleasure
of the Lady of Light. She soon dispelled his fears, for who
could be a&aid when the voice speaking was sweeter than
the very music of the spheres ? The command conveyed by
it was that Juan Diego should repair to the Bishop and
other ecclesiastical authorities, and inform them that it was
her wish that an altar in her honour should be erected where
once stood that in honour of the mother of the Mexican
deities. Juan thought that he was but an unworthy carrier
to be charged with the porterage of such a command, but
the Lady of the Silver Tongue told him he was as fit for the
office as though he had been a Hidalgo — which was very
true ; and, on being further assured that if he went forth-
with upon his mission, Heaven would not be hard in strik-
ing a balance of his accounts, away sped Juan Diego, and
told the whole matter to the Bishop.
160 KSW FIOTVBES AJSTD OLD PAinSI^S.
^' But Don Francisco de Zumerraga was, for the moment,
as careless about the honour of the Church as Mr. Bright
and his patriotic school are for the honour of England.
The wish expressed to him by the Virgin was as much
worth as if she had suggested his own canonization. Well,
he dismissed Juan Diego with as little ceremony as En-
glish Government-officials dismiss men. who offer invalu-
able service. He was told that the matter would be ' taken
into consideration.'
'' Juan flew back to the mountain with the speed of a
winged Mercury, lighter of foot than the vivacious valet of
Fortunatus. He found the lady waiting for him ; and, with
something of anger in his voice, he recounted his scurvy re-
ception, adding his suggestion that if a better-dressed man
were employed, he probably would be more readily believed.
' As for me,' said the modest Juan, ' I am as ugly and ill-
shaped as one of Montezuma's pet dwarfs. I wonder your
Ladyship should have pitched upon such a poor dev — -.*
" * What is to be done ?' asked the perplexed spirit.
" * Done ! ' exclaimed Juan ; * send a member of any of
the governing families in Mexico, and, though he were the
biggest ass that ever came from Spain, he will be heeded.'
" ' That 's true,' murmured the lady ; ' but we are still in-
clined to think you the most fitting agent. The reigning
families have neither grace, wisdom, nor understanding, and
yet the Church prays for the triple gift daily. And you,
my good Juan,' she added, * you certainly look but a sorry
messenger. Yet what can otherwise be done ?'
" Juan, astounded at his own audacity in presuming to
render advice where it could not be wanted, remarked, with
some diffidence, that ' Perhaps if the lady would speak to
the Bishop herself — '
" But no ; for some reason or other, no doubt sufficient
and satisfactory, the visionary lady would not hear of it. It
was decided that Juan should once more bear the original
message.
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" ' I will wait here, to learn the reply,' said she.
" * Is your slave wiser than the Queen and Star of the
Sea?' asked Juan. * Await to learn the reply! Why I
already know what answer I shall bring hack. The Bishop
has no more regard for the glory and welfare — ' and here
he went muttering on his way ; but his comparison was as
irreverent and not to be disputed as if one were to afi&rm
that the Bishop cared for the glory and welfare of his
Church no more than the men who, not being place-
hunters, trade on patriotism, care for the fame, prosperity,
honour, and safety of England.
" The following day, being Sunday, Juan waited patiently
till Mass was over, and then presented himself for admission
at the gates of the episcopal palace. He intimated that he
was the bearer of a suggestion which would be the making
of the Church in that district. He was dismissed as rudely
as if he had gone to a First Lord of the Admiralty with an
infallible specific for the destruction of an enemy's flotilla.
" But Juan Diego was a persevering — ^the Bishop called
him an obstinate — man. Not a foot would he move except
in a forward direction towards the room in which- the pre-
late was sitting. He was admitted, as the easiest means of
finally getting rid of him ; and he was no sooner in the dio-
cesan's presence than once more he told his wondrous story,
and put it at once to Don Francisco, if he saw anything
more difficult therein than was to be found in any page of
the Church's annals P
" Don Francisco would not answer in the affirmative, but
he was not, on that account, any the more inclined to accept
the story told him by a wretched Indian.
" * Go back, good fellow,' said he, ' go back to this won-
derful lady, and if thy tale be a true one, she will, at my
asking, give you a sign, whereby I and all men shall know
that she is Our Lady indeed — a queen, whose commands it
is a privilege to obey.'
162 ITEW PI0TVRB8 AND OLD PAJTELd.
" * Suppose,' said Juan, ' your gracious Beyerence weare to
accompany me to the illustrious lady, yourself?' Now, this
request, from such a vagrant, to so exalted a personage, was
as incongruous as if the Fulham beadle were to ask the
Bishop of London to occupy the pulpit of a Banters' meet-
ing-house, — and accordingly, in wrath, the prelate bade him
without further ceremony go to — ^the divine messenger firom
whom he professed to have received his credentials. The
Indian obeyed. He had no sooner disappeared than Don
Francisco made the same exclamation uttered by the Bishop
of Ferns, after reading * Gulliver's Travels.' * I don't be-
lieve,' said he, * I don't believe one-half this fellow teUs so
plausibly.' Thereupon he blew shrilly upon his silver whis-
tle, and the signal was obeyed by a couple of young gen-
tlemen who had been playing at dice in the antechamber,
and who were studying for the Church.
" * Follow that vagabond Indian,* said his uncourteous
lordship to them, * and see with whom he holds converse on
the hill of Tepeyacar. Hear, if possible, what passes be-
tween them ; have memories as long as your ears, and return
forthwith and report all you see and hear.*
" The brace of aspiring students rushed forth, like grey-
hounds from the slips. They never stopped to recover
breath till they had surmounted the hiU in question, and
having got there they looked round and saw nothing.
" The lady had, of course, caught Juan Diego up into a
cloud ; but this natural and simple conclusion never struck
two gentlemen, otherwise irreproachably orthodox. They
returned to the episcopal palace with their personal tes-
timony that Juan was a knave who deserved whipping.
" As they were descending the hill, on their way home-
ward, the cloud opened, and the lady let the Indian lightly
drop upon the earth. * These calves,' said she, in allusion
to the curates-expectant, * have detained us till it is too late.
Come hither to-morrow, and the Bishop shall have ^igns
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enough by way of warrant for our authenticity.' The In-
dian thought that a long time was being employed for so
small a matter, but neyertheless, and although the next day
was Monday, and a holiday, he promised to attend.
" But promises are proverbially made, with other things,
to be broken. On the Monday, Juan's uncle, Bernardino,
was taken grievously ill, and if there be any analogy be-
tween the unpleasantness of his disease and the Indian
name for it, his inward man must have ached indeed. He
. was afflicted with the Caoolixth, and no wonder a malady
with such a name defied the doctors, who cannot cure much
more simply-catalogued diseases, and that a priest was soon
required to shrive him to whom the medical men could
bring no relief. Juan had spent a whole day and night by
his side, for his uncle had something to leave, and now on
the Tuesday mom he was hurrying along a bye-path, in
order to avoid his lightly-robed friend, in search of the holy
man in question.
" On his way there was a fountain playing, and on the
summit of its diamond columns Juan saw the lady dancing,
just as smaller figures do upon* the tiny jets in Mr. Lips-
combe's warehouse. ^I am caught,' thought the Indian.
* You are only encountered,' said the lady, who knew his
thoughts ; * uncle Bernardino is now no longer iU — '
" * No longer ill !' murmured the disappointed nephew.
" * He is even now gone afield,' said the lady, * and needs
no further help. And now for the sign called for by the
Bishop. Juan, run up the hill, and fill your blanket with
the flowers you find growing there.'
"* Flowers!' exclaimed Juan, * why there is not an inch
of mould on that hard rock for flowers to grow in.'
" * Go forth, and pluck freely,' was the reply, * and bring
what you gather, here to my feet, beneath this palm, and
learn further.'
" Juan hastened to obey. He found the summit, which
164 XBW PICTUBSS AKD OLD PAKELS.
was twice as hard and almost as arid as the mounts of
Nineveh in winter, as gay, fresh, and glorious with flowers
of every description, as the same mounts, with their pecu*
liarly petalled denizens, in the bright time of spring. He
rolled himself in them with delight. They were wet with
dew, and when he arose he was better washed and more
pleasantly odorous than he had ever been in his lifetime
before. He filled his tilma, or blanket, with the precious
flowers, and hastened with them to the lady beneath the
palms.
** She smiled, expressed her satisfaction, and, saying that
that was sign enough, she bade him go boldly therewith
to the palace of Don Francisco. Joyfully did Juan obey,
boldly did he demand admission, and rudely was he re-
pulsed.
" * The fellow smells ! ' said a monk not remarkable for a
celestial ichor, ' as if he had been drinking. Sirrah, what
dost thou carry in thy blanket ?'
" A gift for his Eminence,' said Juan, who sought in vain
to keep his flowery tribute hidden in his garment. The at-
tendants at last tore it open, and were lost in ecstasy at the
sight and scent which were before them. To see and to
smell was followed by resolution to possess, and they thrust
their hands into the rich heap with a felonious intent which
met with signal failure. The flowers ranged themselves on
the sides of the blanket, and the Indian's garment looked,
for all the world, as if it were of a floral pattern, the gayest
that ever issued from the School of Design. If the astonish-
ment of all was great, it grew into something more inde-
scribable, when, in the very centre of the blanket, amidst
surrounding flowers, appeared impressed the daguerreotyped
portrait of the lady herself. The admiration was so loud-
tongued, that the Bishop rushed forth, and, beholding what
had caused it, began to shout as admiringly as the rest.
^' He then reverently took the blanket from the neck of
IiEOSin) OE OITB LADY 07 OITABALUPE. 165
the Indian, and, in proof that the whole stoiy is true, this
hlanket, with the portrait and flowers painted thereon, is
still to be seen in the church of Santa Maria de Guadal^pa.
For the church, of course, was erected, and Bernardino was
the architect, at the express commaud of the lady who had,
or who had not, been seen by Juan Diego. The Bishop was
a little nettled that he had not been permitted to hold com-
mnnication with the principal ; and he was a little puzzled
at beholding painted, rather than real, flowers. But, on the
other baud, Juan protested they had once been real, the
Bishop's own servants indorsed the protest, and Ber-
nardino, the architect, asserted that the lady had not only
expressed a wish that a church should be built, but that
\e should be the builder. Taken altogether, nothing could
be more conclusive for those who like to jump to con-
clusions, and never was saint more warmly acknowledged,
or shrine more multitudinously attended, than that of Our
Lady of Guadalupe.
" Half Mexico will tell you that the sacred edifice was
reared within a fortnight. Others declare that the church
was not built within two years and five months. These
latter, however, I fear were sceptical persons. As if there
were any more difficulty in believing that the structure
which now contains the miraculously -flowered blanket was
raised in a fortnight than that the flowers painted on the
blanket were once real, and the face that glows among them
was the 'presentment' of a divine lady. Surely one story
is as worthy of belief as the other.
" That thousands do yield credence to the tale is proved
by the multitudes who ascend to the church on the hill,
on the return of every second of December. That day is
one of the high festivals in the old land of the old Aztecs.
The blanket and the holy spring are then visited by citizens
of all classes, from the highest in the land to the lowest in
condition. If there be folly in the act, there may be in the
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motive a sincerity worthy of being respected. At all events,
it seems that & good-humour reigns there that may be fairly
enyed ; and when an assembly is more than ordinarily joy-
ous, it is spoken of as being as mirthful as a meeting on
the hill of Tepeyacar."
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A PICTURE OF ENGLAND A CENTURY AGO.
" I AM weary of your old panellings, your roods, and your
Madonnas," said Smith ; " let us get back to London. Here
I have been turning over Sylvanus Urban, of 1752, being
minded to detect a flaw, if possible, in your " Picture in
Three Panels."
Mee Aughton, to whom this was addressed, smiled as if
he defied Smith, or was indifferent whether flaws could be
pointed out in his sketches, or not.
" I see you are right," added Smith, " touching Wesley
and the conversion of the New "Wells Theatre into a chapel.
But the volume contains some more touches of English life
than that."
Without asking whether we were willing or not to view
his word-pictures of England a century ago, he continued,
sometimes speaking, at other times reading, after this de-
sultory fashion. —
During the first quarter of the year in which Mr. Wesley
first preached at the New Wells Theatre (1752), the En-
glish public appear to have been very considerably occupied
with two terrible murders, and with some lively Methodist
riots at Norwich. Both the murders alluded to were com-
mitted allegedly for " love," but assuredly for " money," — a
feust which renders them barbarously prosaic. In the first
case. Miss Blandy, of Beading, " rather plump than slender,"
and with "sprightly black eyes," killed her "papa," by poison-
ing his gruel. She had fallen in love with Captain Crans-
toun, ^' an officer in the army, a sort of people who live in
168 NEW PICTURES Ain) OLD PA17ELS.
an eternal state of real hostility with the female sex." The
•
Captain was no Adonis : " his stature is low, his fsLce freckled
and pitted with the small-pox, his eyes small and weak, his
eyehrows sandy, and his shape no ways genteel, and, as a
diurnal writer ohserves, he has nothing in the least elegant
in his manner." Upon the desires of this pair the father
looked favourably enough, and used to boast that he might
yet die the grandsire of a lord. Till his death, however, there
was to be no dowry, and the Highland Captain declined
accepting the lady unless she brought with her a fortune
equal in amount to what she was expected to inherit at her
father's demise. The lovers accordingly grew impatient,
and unwisely thought to expedite matters by drugging the
paternal potion. The Captain sent a packet of powders fi^m
Scotland " for cleaning pebbles." The lady chose to con-
sider them as a love-elixir, and dropped them into her sire's
gruel, for the innocent purpose of compelling his affection to
bend towards the man she loved, and who very much loved
her prospective fortune. The harmless end was not accom-
plished ; the father died, the Captain evaporated, and' the
lady was transferred to close keeping in Oxford Castle.
She was tried, condemned, and executed. I am not about to
talk out of the Newgate Calendar (said Smith), and there-
fore avoid details ; but I select circumstances which will
serve to show that there was something highly Fieldingian
in the quality of the society of the period. Her first attor-
ney does not appear to have been at all shocked at the cir-
cumstance of the murder, but he very incautiously expressed
his surprise to her that she should have committed such a
deed for the sake of such an ugly little rascal as the Captain.
This aspersion on the lady's taste nettled her, particularly
as it came from a man who was quite as ill-favoured, low-
statured, and, as she intimated, even more of a rascal than
the Captain. Thereupon the officious attorney was dis-
missed, and a rival lawyer summoned to her assistance^
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Miss Blandy's spiritual counsellor was a thorough-bred gaol
chaplain, after the fashion of their portraiture limned by the
author of the * True History of Jonathan Wild the Great.'
This official was named Swiuton. To him the wretched
criminal confessed that there were sins of her early days
which came rushing into her memory in that, her supreme
hour. Mr. Swinton at once administered an emollient, " by
telling her that the devil frequently presented former sins
as much more heinous than they really were, to even some
of the best of Christians when they were upon the confines
of eternity, in order to ruffle and discompose them, and that
therefore, probably, the scone that at present seemed to disturb
her was nothing more than some of his illusions ! " The chap-
lain was not even original in the composition of his emollient.
The "Gospel Preachers*' — an early offshoot from the Wesley-
ans — were much given to this style of soothing over-anxious
souls, and the trouble they gave to John and Charles "Wesley
was a matter of laughter to the Beverend Mr. Dodd.
Like Mr. Chaplain Swinton, they had a salve for bruised
sinners, even for those who had fallen from a pretended per-
fection, and they called by the name " animal nature" what
had been more correctly designated as " animal devil." I
may add that Miss Blandy was hanged, " dressed extremely
neat in a black bombazine short sack and petticoat, with her
arms and hands tied with black paduasoy ribbon." As she
ascended the ladder she said, " Gentlemen, don't hang me
high for the sake of decency." She asserted her innocence,
did not shed a tear, and, as she stood on the rounds of the
ladder, merely expressed a fear lest she should fall. Up to
the day of her death, she took much interest in the fate of
Miss Jeffreys, the heroine of the second murder I have
alluded to. This last lady lived with her uncle, a wealthy
retired tradesman, at Walthamstow. She was what she
called " in love" with the servant lad ; and the two murdered
the man who stood, as they thought, between them and a
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170 NEW PTOTITEES AND OLD PANELS.
rich inheritance, when, in truth, bjr their own act, they only
removed him to find that he had stood between them a&d
the gaUows.
I have just spoken to you of the Oospel JPreiwhers. Let
me now as briefly speak of the terrible riots that were (in
1792) devastating Norwich. The chief of these preachers
was the cause of these riots, and in the record of the
illegality of the rioters, no mention is made of the im-
morality of the greater ofionder. His name was 'Wheatley.
He was at the head of a party which had not indeed sepa-
rated from Wesley, but which had been in constant opposi-
tion against him. The Gospel preachers called the true
Wesleyans the "legal wretches," because they had some re-
spect for the Church established by law. Wheatley went
down to Norwich to preach. His success was immense with
the women, but he rendered the men ferocious and frantic.
He was a spiritual mesmerizer, and his first object was to
fling into profound sleep the moral faculties and sensitive-
ness of his female hearers. He was of the - class of men
against whom the apostle cautions Timothy : " Of this sort
are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly
women, laden with sins, led away by divers lusts." He
argued vrith women as Tartufio did with Mmire :
** Le ciel defend de yrai certains conientemonts ;
Maia on trouve avec loi des accoimnodements."
He was a luscious preacher, quite of the Chatband school.
He quieted fears that he might awaken love, a love of a very
particular and objectionable sort. If he professedly Culti-
vated the sympathies for virtue, he said nothing to maintain
antipathies against sin. He was full of the promises, but
was silent upon the threatenings ; and he held that " love one
another" was an apostolic injunction which only concerned
himself and his individual female followers, married or single,
good-looking and under forty. When I read Mr. Urban's
record of the riots cansed by this crafty hypocrite in Nor-
A PICTURB or EITGLAKD A CENTUBY AGO. 171
wich, I wonder not that the rioters did so much, but that
their well-founded and healthy rage did not impel them to
something more. The husbands, fathers, brothers, and true-
hearted lovers of Norwich were simply indignant against a
villain who had, in return for hospitality, endeavoured to cor-
rupt every woman in the town who came in his way and had
but ordinary attractions. Charles Wesley declared that he
had done more to prevent for ever the reception of the
GK>ftpel in that locality than if Satan himself had occupied
the. place with a legion of unclean angels. He was an un-
savoury traitor against society and its laws, and if ever the
ungodly united in fury against him, he got but his deserts.
Wesley himself hastened to expel him from the community
which his talents might have adorned, but which his vices
disgraced. It was the excesses of Wheatley which stirred
up the people of Denbigh also to serious rioting. These,
Ruling to hang the Methodist ministers who went among
them to teach a knowledge that was sadly lacking then in
Wales, executed a couple of the " Grospel preachers" in eflfigy.
It is amusing to find that in 1752 churchmen were as
divided on the question of Convocation as they are now^
and that all men are as unanimous now as they were then in
the reasonableness of taxing anybody but themselves. The
aggrieved taxpayers then forwarded their petitions to a mys-
terious power hinted at as " St. Steph. Ch-p-1." A century
ago Bamsgate Harbour was in its first course of construc-
tion, and the '' many were of opinion that the labour and ex?
penBe will be thrown away ;" a singularly unlucky opinion,
as we now well know. At the former period our prisons
were crowded not only with criminal, but with acquitted
persons, proved innocent, but kept in durance till they could
pay their gaolers' fees ! As for the criminals, a suggestion
was made to decrease their number by suppressing diversions
and shutting up infamous houses : a suggestion against the
first half of which Mr. Urban very decidedly protests. But
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172 NEW PICTUEES AND OLD PANELS.
criminals themselves must have been puzzled with the logic
of the law which executed on the same gallows "Rachel
Beacham, for the murder of a girl four years old, by inhu-
manly cutting her throat out of revenge to the mother, with
whom she had a quarrel ;" and luckless John Dickenson, a
petty larceny rascal who robbed his master of a handful of
money, and might as well have murdered him, for any the
worse the law would have visited the offender.
Mr. TJrban's Chronicle for 1752 further shows that
society was then, if possible, deeper sunken in iniquity.
When we read that a nobleman's ears are cut off by a friend
whom he had criminally assaulted, and that serious essays
are written against a practice which called down destroying
fire from heaven upon two cities of old, we see that vice
reigned sovereign over virtue in the land. The consequences
of vice were never more frightfully illustrated than by the
details given of the condition of the Lock HospitaL It
was half filled with children, but the nature of the hellish
superstition which brought them there I really have not the
heart to tell. Mr. Urban and his public of 1752 had far
stronger stomachs than they have now.
In a subsequent number, a correspondent states that the
Algerine Turks, unclean and vicious as they might be in
some things, never " presumed to take the name of God in
vain, nor add it by way of decoration to their ribaldry."
He adds, that they never gamble, but play chess " for coffee,
sherbet, or some such trifle;" and he thinks that a know-
ledge of these facts may be serviceable to such Christian
readers as Mr. Urban may happen to possess.
A hundred years ago country ladies had a fine time of it
at charity sermons; the contributions were gathered from
pew to pew, but the box was never offered to the fair sex.
This exemption from charitable impost excited the ire of a
man of Kent, and perhaps to him is owing the innovation of
general collections. It was a year, however, when universal
A PICTUBE OP £lV(]^LAT!rD JL CENTUBY AGK). 173
England was, for the most part, aghast at the very idea ot
innovation. "A country gentleman," for instance, is in a
fever of indignation at the idea of inoculation for the small-
pox. " It has lately become a practice in my neighbour-
hood (Kent) to cut a hole in the flesh of young children,
and inject poison, in order to produce small-pox." He has
himself, he says, "three pretty young girls," whom he will
not lightly submit to the new system. I have no doubt
that they all were allowed to take the disease in the natural
way, and that after being kept in a heated room, drenched
with mulled port, and swathed in scarlet flannel, they duly
died, to the melancholy satisfaction of their father, the
"country gentleman," who was not inhuman enough to
have " a hole cut in their flesh " and poison therein injected!
And common men were to the full as disinclined for all im-
provement as their betters. In the December number for
1752, 1 find a very earnest paper on the execrability of the
old huge ruts called roads, and the advantages of mending
the ways generally. "The M ^gh coachman" (as the
Marlborough whip is designated, as though he were a mem-
ber of " the H — se of L — ds") resolutely refused to take to
the new turnpike road, by which he might have driven some
forty miles in nine hours, but stuck to and in the old " wag-
gon track called Bamshury,^* He lost half his passengers,
but still he kept on dragging through the slush. " He was
an old man,'' he said, " and relished not new fantasies. His
grandfather and father had driven the aforesaid way before
him, and he would continue in the old track till death !"
Staunch old conservative ! How vexed must his obese
spirit be if it happen to visit the pale glimpses of the moon
when an " express " is rushing down the Great "Western.
Why, in the days of the M gh coachman a London citi-
zen, as Mr. Urban tells us, thought as little of travelling
into the far west for mere pleasure as he would of going to
the deserts of Nubia. For the few of gentle blood who
174 OLD PIOTUBSS AlTD FEW PANELS.
went tottering- in huge family coacliea along the waggon
tracks, and who made their journey to London after the
fashion of the Wronghead family, for these even the slow,
and stolid waggoner had a profound measure of contempt.
What does the Blandford waggoner say on the question of
roads P Why, '' that roads had but one object, nam^y, wag-
gon driving. That he required but five feet width in a lane,
and all the rest might go to the devil! That the gentry
ought to stay at home and be d — d, and not run gossiping«up
and down the country. But," added Jack, " we will soon
cure them, for my brethren have made a vow^ giinoe the
new Act, to run our wheels into the coach quarter^ .... No
turnpikes ! No improvement of .roads ! The Scripture is
for me; Jeremiah, vi. 16." Anxious to see upon what au-
thority Jack of Blandford supported his opinion, that
people, as he would then have expressed himself, "didn't a
oua;bt for to done what they didn't use to did!" — Smith
turned to the Prophet, and there found that the Blandford
waggoner was an astute theologian : ex,gra, " Thus saith the
Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see and ask for the old
paths where is the good way, and walk therein; and ye
shall find rest for your souls.'* The waggoner, no doubt,
compared the gentry who declined the old way, to the chil-
dren of Benjamin, who answered to the above injunction,
** We will not walk therein." Mee Aughton took thtf oppor-
tunity of noticing that this chapter had been made to serve
before this period the purposes of political prophecy. In
"the '45" country clergymen held that in the first verse,
the words, " Evil appeareth out of the North, and great
destruction," had evident reference to the Pretender and
his march into England ! It was not a worse application of
Scripture, said he, which, during our wara with France, read
the destruction of our Gallic adversary in the assurance
that Heaven would " cast down Mauwi' Seir ! "
Smith was not correct in stating that all innovations in
A PICTUBE. OP El^LA^DA GSNTUBY AGO. 175-
1752 were met. with hostilitj. Gfurrick made one that waa.
at least partially approved, and which was also noticed.
hjv M^e Aughton. On thQ ninth, of November (Lord.
Mayor's day), at Covent Garden was represented, accord-
ing- to immemorial custom, 'Hha,t scandalous piece^" 'The
Londou Cuckalds,' but G-^rick;, at I^rigy. I,iape, first broke
tiarottgh the usOy aud gave ' The Merchant of Venice.' Mr.
Urban commends Gturrick, but adds nothing by way of
ezplapation. It is well known that the city authorities,
had. ever been on angry terms with the players. T))q
dramatists uiuted with the actors, and not only did every
new piece ei^hibit a citizei^ husband who was anything but
a cocu imc^inaire, but this express piece exhibited on Lord
Mayor's Day held up every London husband as being as
badly off as "Georges Dandin" himself. The play was
coarse enough to call up a- blush on the face even of
Etherege^ but our great-grandmothers in their youth lis-
tened to- it from behind their masks, and laughed con-
sumedly ! The satirists however were the first to give way,
aod the citizens reimftined. masters, of the field. At this. day
there is not a theatre in the cit^ of London ; and even if
the players in the city of Westminster were to carry on, as
they did down to G^rrick's days, the dramatic vendetta be-
queathed them by their predecessors, the satire would be
susceptible neither of relish nor application.
Smith now rapidly turned over the volume, and as ra-
pidly commented thereon. Still more rapidly let us make
a summary for him, and, remark on the chief points in thip
picture of 1752. Take the law. In February it is recorded
that a robbery was committed near Chester by five Irish-
men. No sooner was the robbery known to the Cheshire
and Lancashire magistrates, than they made a seizure of
all the unlucky Irishmen upon whom they could lay hands,
through their deputies the constables, — and such of the
astounded captives as could not prove their respectability
176 OLD piorrsEs ajstd new pajtels.
were soundly scourged and thrown into prison, " there to re-
main until they be transported !" This was justices' justice
with a vengeance ! No word of indignant surprise follows
on the heels of the record. It seems like satire to find a
gentleman in the succeeding number jauntily discoursing
upon the corruption of ancient times ! Yet this is somewhat
mended by a second correspondent, who, with an eye to
the then modem times, had come to the conclusion that
Isaiah iv. 9, was applicable to his contemporaries, among
whom there was more a desire to pass fo^ than to act like
Christians. But all society seemed to have been in some
confusion ; or would the inhabitants of Selby, in Yorkshire,
have been summoned, one May morning, by the public bell-
man, to bring their hatchets and axes at midnight, '^ to cut
down the turnpike erected there by Act of Parliament"?
The thing was done, and, when done, the magistrates began
to look to it. Where there was such disrespect for law and
parliament we need not wonder at finding scant reverence for
Mr. Urban himself. One of the writers in this very number
addresses him with the blustering familiarity of " Dear 8yl.!"
One would as soon think of addressing the Lord High Chan-
cellor in open court as " Dear Pred ! " That there were
men abroad desirous of reforming irregularities of all sorts
may be seen perhaps in a simple entry, the fact relating to
which was noticed in the * Picture in Three Panels.' It is as
follows : — " Sunday 17, the theatrical edifice called the J^ew
Wells, near the London Spaw, was preached in for the first
time by a clergyman Methodist, it being taken by the Rev.
John Wesley for a tabernacle." The old house is still well'
frequented.
The number for June, 1752, is curious, as giving an ac-
count of proceedings which had occurred in Parliament (a
word which Mr. Urban dared not print in full) early in
1751. It is communicated as a great favour by "A. B.,"
who warrants his report as <' not such an imposition upon
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the speakers and the public as some that have appeared in
other monthly collections. The report is that of two speeches
of W. Th — nt — n, Esq., against* a standing army, and in
favonr of a militia, which speeches A. 6. is anxious should
reach the honourable gentleman's constituents through Mr.
Urban. They are brief, sensible addresses, but the follow-
ing paragraph is that in which there is most interest : " He
believed it true, plaid waistcoats had been worn by some
wrong-heads in the country ; but in the parts where he lived
he saw no occasion for an army to correct them ; for some
that had attempted it had been heartily thrashed for doing
so." — Such were the last expiring efforts made by Jaco-
bitism.
A more striking illustration of the times (and yet such
illustrations are furnished by men in all times) is afforded
us by a writer who asserts that inoculation for the small-
pox is irreligious ! The illustrious obscure author main-
tains that Providence had wisely ordained small-pox to be
fatal, and human science to be unavailable against it ! The
greatness of His power was thus contrasted vnth the weak-
ness of our £rames ! Small-pox, as this conservative gentle-
man conjectures, ''amongst other purposes, is sent as a
severe memento of mortality, and a close and seasonahle check
to th&t pride and overfondness with which a beautiful feice is
too apt to inspire the giddy owner; and also to teach the
boasted sons of science, humility and reverence !" Such is
the argument, italics included, vnth which the pious advo-
cate for small-pox according to nature inveighs against the
inoculators. He holds that inoculation is a human scheme
in opposition to the wise designs and dispensations of Pro-
vidence both general and particular, " which all Christians,
and especially instructors of youth, should prudently avoid."
K this writer survived till the period of Jenner and vaccina-
tion, he was probably the author of the caricature which re-
presented Jenner's young patients all becoming calf-headed \
i3
IflrS*' OU> TC0TUBB8 AKD VSW PAinBLS.
If this shows one sort of midsummer madness, we hare a
sftmple of another species recorded under the head of Thora-
day, June 4. On that day there was an installation^ of
Sjughts of the Oarter at Windsor, followed in the ey^ning
by a grand dinner and a ball. In connection witii jibe
former we have the following delicious trait of manners and
customs at court. " The populace attempted several times
to force their way into the hall where the Knights were at
dinner, against the Guards, on which some were cut and
wounded, and the Guards fired- several, times on them with
powder to deter them, but without effect, until they had
orders to load with ball, which made them desist." When
Douglas Jerrold's play was presented at Windsor before
the Queen, what a sensation would have been raised had a
London audience rushed down and insisted upon being ad-
mitted to witness " a first representation," and had they
been repulsed by Captain Augustus Lane Fox at the head
of a party with loaded barrels and fixed bayonets !
But abroad, as well as at home, it was the fiEi.shion to act
with murderous vigour ; so here we read of a young gentle-
man of Montpellier being hanged by order of the Popish
authorities for attending a Protestant religious assembly ;
and of a poor nun solemnly devoted to hell in her dying
hour, because she was suspected of Jansenism, of reading
the Scriptures on the strength of her own private judg-
ment, and because she would not declare damnable the 101
propositions of Pather Quesnel condemned by the Fope.
She might have pleaded guilty to the first two, but with
regard to the last, she had no more read the propositions
than had the Pontiff" who pronounced them " hellish and
worthy of damnation." The propositions condemned are not
to be found in Quesnel's book. But it was the idle custom
of the day for pontiffs and prelates to affix their signa-
tures to declarations and addresses of which they were in-
capable of being the authors. " Have you read my last
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charge to my clergy ?" said the Archbishop of Paris once
to Piron. " Nq, my lord," answered that wicked wit, " have
While the Eomish clergy abroad were braving Parliament
and tiie law, at home the law was severely visiting the clergy.
In, the number for July we are told that "a clergyman of
Essex has lately paid the penalty of £100 with costs of suit
into the Stamp Office, for marrying without a license, ac-
cording to the Act 10 Anne for preventing clandestine mar-
riages." There would appear to haye been a distaste agaipst
pnoceeding too rapidly in anything at this time. Not only
must not persons marry in a hurry, but they must not die
in a hurry. A humane correspondent deprecates the genei^l
custom of summarily smothering in hydrophobia in. order
to prevent further mischief. The disease may be incurable,
but bei discerns a. lack of courtesy in so despatching the
patient. Our fathers too had been characteristically slow
in giving credit to " Mr. Eranklin's project for emptying
clouds of their thunder," but now, " learned gentlemen of
the Academy assure us that the experiment had been very
lately tried "with success." The matter is discussed in se-
veral numbers, and a faint and dreamy idea prevailed that
electricity would one day be available for some purpose or
another; but there is a delightful uncertainty as to what.
No one was then insanely wicked enough to conceive the
electric telegraph, or to suppose that Shakspeare and Puck
could be beaten, and that if the latter could put a girdle
round about the earth in forty minutes, a time was coming
when man would be able to accomplish the feat more rapidly
atdll. If it cannot be said of 1752 that then " everything had
done happening," it may in some respects be asserted that
there was nothing moving but stagnation !
We must not, however, flatter ourselves that we have in
all things progressed as we certainly have in some. In the
latter numbers of the * Gentleman's Magazine' for 1752, tlie
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question touching Convocation was again being discussed,
and the question itself stands now precisely where it did
then. Some are with Hoadlej and his friends, while others
follow Sherlock and his disciples. Another subject which
seriously troubled our great-grandfathers, as it is now doing
their descendants, was as to what was to be done with con-
victed felons. The Australia which we have overstocked was
not then thought of. An ingenious philanthropist, however,
suggested a remedy. He proposed that our felons should
be sent to Barbary and exchanged for Christian slaves. He
does not fix a tariff, but probably would have consented to
have given at least three thieves as the " small change " for
one honest man.
Another question common to the people of both periods
is the com question. A hundred years ago we produced ten
times the quantity of wheat we could consume ! So it is
certified by Mr. Urban. As long previous as the reign of
the Emperor Julian, English ships carried rich freights of
com to the cities on the Ehine, but it may be doubted if,
even then, the difference between what we produced and
what we consumed was so great as it is stated to have been
in 1752. It is, however, a very singular fact that prices
were about the same under Julian as they were under Anne,
G^eorge I., and George II. In the time of the philosophic
and dirty Soman Emperor, English com was sold at the rate
of thirty-two shillings a quarter, and that was the average
price during the first sixty-four years of the last century. In
1752 objection was made to exportation, as cheapening bread
to foreigners and raising the prices of it at home. How dif-
ferent is the case a hundred years later, and how seemingly
strange under that difference are present prices ! • We im-
port now to almost the extent we exported then, and yet
average prices are not much higher now than they were then.
Indeed, if we as purchasers take into account the difference
in the value of money, we are buying bread at a far lower rate
A PTCmrRE or XVGLATD a CEyTUEY AGO. 181
than onr great-grandsires sold it at. We may also confess
to being struck with the singularity of a remark made by
" Mark Landlove," to the effect that the French landed-in-
terest might well be the envy of Englishmen. He is one of
those very aAxious to shift all taxes from land to fund-
holders, partly out of disgust that the national debt had
reached the ''monstrous and alarming" fig^e of eighty
millions I It is now about eight hundred millions ! and we
are, in fact, none the poorer for having such an account
upon' our books. Further, in 1752 we were exporting gold
and silver bullion to the Continent, not indeed at the rate
we are now importing it, especially the former, but stiU in
quantities that seem almost incredible. The metal-import
question, as it stood then, excites a smile in those who read
it now; as, for example, in the case mentioned thus: —
" A parcel of waistcoats, embroidered with foreign gold and
silver (which were lately seized at a tailor's house, who
must pay the penalty of £100 pursuant to Act of Parlia-
ment) were publicly burnt in the presence of the custom-
house officers and others."
This strange application of stranger laws must have puz-
zled the people almost as much as the change then effected
from the " old style " to the " new." " I went to bed last
night," says one perplexed correspondent, " it was "Wednes-
day, September 2nd, and the first thing I cast my eyes upon
this morning at the top of a paper was Thursday, September
14th. I did not go to bed till between one and two. Have
I slept away eleven days in seven hours, or how is it ? For
my part, I don't find I'm any more refreshed than after a
common night's sleep !" The confusion that temporarily
ensued is pleasantly narrated, and there is something novel
in the suggestion whereby it might have been obviated.
" February has been scratched off a day or two these many
years ; suppose you apply to have the eleven days added to
the end of that month, and so, for once, make it consist of
182 KEW PICTITBES AlTD OLD PAITXLS.
nine-and-tbirtj or forty : it's only caUing them the 3id, 4th,
etc. of September, and we are all right again!"
Mr. Urban's correspondents in October seem to have suc-
cessfully exerted themselves to provide variety for his readers.
One tells how that electricity had: so farprogras8ed,a9 to be
made available in cases of ague and in mining. Philosophy,
divinity, agriculture, and criticism each has its sepairate
place. We are entertained by some writers who treat of
the effects of eating walnuts, by others who touch upon the
state of husbandry, the fisheries, or who deal with Linn^E^us
or Shakspeare ; who attack the thirty-nine articles, suggest
reformations in the Liturgy, and explain how to kill bugs and
make a lithontriptic. The medical correspondents were,
particularly in the fall of the year, as numerous as the theo-
logical; and while the one showed what medicines were
most efficacious in numerous diseases, — how a horse's cough
might be most quickly cured, — and how the British race was
degenerating because even low-born mothers were adopting
the high-bom fashion of not suckling their children, which
was a species of murder, — the other class of correspondents
fought sturdily for or against the Hutchinsonian opinions,
showed how church authority was abused, and decried, as
heartily as if they were living in 1852, the system of plurali-
ties. That the canons are defective is admitted, but Mother
Church is well cared for, — and an essay to show that the
inspired Liturgy is not to be mended by human abilities, fol-
lows characteristically upon the method of brewing good
October, and directions for making unexceptionable cider^ —
matters upon which as many of the clergy of 1752 were in-
terested as they were upon the questions of grace, free-will,
and original sin. The mixed character of much of the
divinity (or rather of many of the divines) of that time
perhaps influenced the productions of the laureate, Colley
Gibber. At all events, in the concluding lines to hig. ode
on the King's birthday, we discover a little of the spirit of
piety, but more of that of potation ; —
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'* l%at long his days high Hearen may spare
Is out first fdrrent morning prayer ;
To this we quaff the evening bowl,
Till suns beneaUi our ocean. roll, — "
When one would imagine, tlie poet and his cantatores must
have heen in a rolling condition too, or they would hardly
have seen more suns than the almanac and custom daily
authorize. However, as Dry den said when a friend remarked
that he thought Durfey could never write a worse play than
his last, " You do not know what Tom can do in that way,"
— so Cibher might have declared that, if his ode was execra-
ble, !Eiusden, when engaged in " eking out Blackmore's use-
less line," and ere he " slept with the dull of ancient days,"
had written others doubly detestable.
In the number for December, 1752, the opening article
on Tillotson may still be read with pleasure. The following
anecdote told of him, is worth repeating : — " Though he used
what in his time waa called conceived prayer, and greatly ex-
celled for the readiness and pertinence of his expression,
yet, as if this was really a peculiar gift, he could never preach
but by reading ; and, having once attempted to deliver an
extempore discourse on the most copious text he could select,
* We inust all appe^ before the judgment-seat of Christ,' he
was obliged to leave the pulpit, after spending ten minutes
in hesitation, repetition, blushes, and confusion." The suc-
ceeding articles treat upon Welsh lead, the Jansenist dis-
putes between the French clergy and parliaments, horizontal
windmills, the cherubim, Sunday hymns, and English high-
ways. The paper next in succession touches on the alleged
miracle at Bishop Pisher's grave, namely, that grass would
not grow around it. The writer easily accounts for so
facile a miracle: — "Thus, we are told, the popish priests
in King Henry VIII.'s time, poured sope-ashes on Mr.
Petit* s grave in the churchyard, to prove him an heretick,
affirming that God would not suflfer grass to grow on an
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lieretick's grave. (Stiype's Memor. vol. i. p. 203.)" Be-
tween the disquisition on Fisher and a phi* o ophical descrip-
tion of Mount Vesuvius, we have a recipe for curing the
glanders in horses ; and a similar literary sandwich is served
up in a Yorkshire anecdote of dolorous tragedy which is
spread between an essay on electricity and a heavy artide
defending the bounty on exported com. Magnets, orreries,
and the grinding of concave glasses— touching which latter
we know something more than is vouchsafed by our friend
of a century ago, — theories on the aurora, observations on
ecHpses, glances at contemporary satire, reviews of new ideas
on natural philosophy and the stone, with some music of
merit, some poetry without it, and some notices in the His-
torical Chronicle that have a peculiar interest, — ^these form
the staple of the number that was issued above one hundred
years ago, "by E. Cave, jun., at St. John's Gate." In the
Miscellaneous department there is "A Literary Bill of Mor-
tality for 1762," which, if it be witty enough to be composed
by Swift, is also filthy enough in part to have been from his
pen, or to have raised his excessive laughter. Mr. Urban
would not admit it now, however lightly he may have thought
of it in his younger days ; but
** The bard to purer feme may soar,
When first youth 'b past," —
and that reputation has been gained by our venerable friend.
The list referred to affects to give the " casualties among
books in 1752." Among them we have " Abortive, 7000 ;
stillborn, 3000 ; old age, 0." 320 are set down as dying
suddenly ; and the trunkmaker, sky-rockets, pastrycook, and
worms are chronicled as having destroyed between three and
four thousand. Not less than 2079 are recorded as having
perished in a way and by a malady that only Swift would
have thought of, and an admirer approvingly have copied.
The casualties of the year among authors show as much wit
as those among books, They are numbei*ed as close upon
A PICTUEB OF EITGLAITD A OEKTUEY AGO. 185
three thousand, more than a third of whom are disposed of
under the head " Lunacy." A still greater numher, some
twelve hundred, are entered as " Starved." Seventeen were
killed by the hangman, and fifteen by a hardly more respect-
able person, themselves. Mad dogs, vipers, and mortification
swept off a goodly number. Five pastoral poets died of
" Fistula," and under the head of " Surfeit" we find a zero,
which contrasts strongly with the numbers said to have been
starved.
Altogether, an artist might have a worse subject than an
interior of 1752, with a quaint reader admiringly looking
over his * Sylvanus Urban.'
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PICTURES OF ENGLAND BY FOREIGN
SKETCHERS.
" Thb next curious thing to contemplating a picture of
England by English artists a century ago, is to look at
sketches of England of the present day, as drawn by foreign
sketchers."
To this observation of one of our company, the Oerman
artist expressed a conviction that foreigners generally, and
Germans in particular, described the appearance, manners,
and morals of England, better than the English themselves.
— But though we do not always understand ourselves, we
are assuredly less understood by strangers.
A short time previous to the first arrival of Mr. Layard at
Nineveh, the locality had been visited by a well-known and
highly esteemed clergyman of the Church of England, the
Rev. J. P. Fletcher. This worthy minister found himself
one day in the house of a Yezidee, or " Devil "Worshiper,"
where the conversation of host and guest was interrupted
by the appearance of a crowd of visitors, at the head of
whom was the priest of the Papal Syrians. The leader of
the invasion was rich in self-sufficiency. He was lengthy of
speech, short of stature, and about as pompous as a pumpkin.
The visitors were no sooner seated on the ground, than they
began to describe to the astonished Englishman the man-
ners and customs of his own countrymen. " They have no
religion; wonderful to say!'* exclaimed one. A second and
more enlightened stranger questioned this assertion, except
PIOTUBES OF EiraLArKD BY POBEIGK SKETCHEBS. 187
in a»far as it f^plied to " not believing in our Father the
Pope." " At all events," remarked a third, " they have no
churches!" The Yezidee, master of the house, here cour-
teously struck in to the assistance of his foreign guest, by
asserting that he had seen our service performed in the
British chapel at Mosul; where, he said, there was conse-
cration every Sunday, and prayers every day ; and he bad
read in a book, he added, that the English also fasted occa-
sionally. The general chorus of visitors shouted that even
if it were so, there was a bad object at the end of it. The
Yezidee was afraid of offending the priest, at whom he
looked timidly while he ventured to make the apologetic
remark, that "they are a good people!" At this observa-
tion, the pipe departed from betwoen the lips of the priest ;
at which sign of approaching oracular eloquence all were
silent, for all felt that the priest, having been in Europe,
could "speak by the card;" and as he was. well versed in
Arabic, Syriac, Chaldee, and Kurdish, he was of course, and
as a necessary consequence, well skilled also in all that con-
cerned those far-off infidels, the Britons ; and this was his
daguerreotyped description of our very worthy selves.
"The English,'' said he, ^^ a/re Christians, and have
churches ; but they only go to them once a month, and take
the Lord's Supper once in twenty years. On the latter
occasion," he continued, " the priest stands on a high place
that he may not be torn in pieces by the crowd, who rush
tumultuously forward, snatch the consecrated bread out of
his hands, and scramble for it. They are also allowed,"
said this faithful depictor of our morals, " to marry as many
wives as they please^ and some of them have more than
twenty. They are a poor and beggarly people, and have a
heavy debt, which they are unable to pay. They are obliged
to borrow large sums of the King of France, who has ob-
tained by tUs means a kind of dominion over them." And
he clinched this rough nail, driven through our reputation
188 NEW PICTURES AND OLD PANELS.
by cooUj turning to Mr. Fletcher, and asking, " Jfa hu
saheck /" — " Is it not true ?" The English minister calmly
took his pipe from his mouth, and replied, " It is a great
falsehood!" An assertion which by no means disposed the
majority of the company to put faith in it.
" That is an amusing instance," said Smith, " of an English
portrait painted by a Syrian hand. For such an artist some
allowances may be made; but what excuse can be offered
by travellers nearer home who profess to draw English por-
traits and English landscapes from nature, and who do in
one sense draw them a very great way indeed from nature ?"
One instance occurs in the case of M. Alexandre Dumas,
an accomplished gentleman who gilds refined gold, paints
the lily, alters the catastrophes of Shakspeare's plays, and
enriches ' Hamlet ' with a new and original (very much so
indeed !) fifth Act !
" Take care!" said Alexandre, "think of De Mirecourt's
pistol at the head of the Newcastle editor!"
" M. Dumas," continued Smith, " is the author of a story
called * Pauline,' a story which has been translated and
dramatized in England. It is exciting, dramatic, and impro-
bable ; the heroine therein is married to a gentleman who is
a compound of Eaust and Mephistopheles, of Juan, Charles
Moore, Werther, and the Corsair; who is half savage, half
soft, and who rejoices in the name of Horace de Beauzinval.
He is a delicate creature who kills tigers, slays wild boars,
sings rumblingly in bass, thriUingly in counter-tenor, and
who, though in Paris the glass of fashion and the mould of
form, occasionally retires to an old dilapidated chS,teau in
Normandy, where, in conjunction with two friends, Henry
and Max, he contrives to play the brigand and murderer
without detection. Pauline, in feminine alarm at a some-
what protracted absence of her husband, determines to leave
Paris and look for him in Normandy. Her unexpected
arrival leads to a chaos of incidents, among which the two
PIOTUBES or £KGLAKD BY fOBEiaST SKETCHEBS. 189
fearful nights of her sojourn, the sorcerer-like attendance of
the wild Malay, and the scenes of debauchery and assassi-
nation which reveal to her the true occupation of her bus-
band, are told with a power familiar to the readers of the
most highly-spiced of M. Dumas's romances.
" Horace, dreading betrayal on the part of his wife, shuts
her up in a vault with * a cup of cold poison,' and a civil
letter of apology. He gives out that she has been assassi-
nated; and he buries in her stead the body of a young
English lady whom he shoots for that especial purpose.
Pauline is discovered by an old lover, Alfred de Nerval, who
carries her to England as his sister, and who returns tempo-
rarily to Erance to kill Horace in a duel, for having dared
to aspire to the hand of a kinswoman of Alired's. Pauline
lingers on in iU health, and does not allow her own mother
to be conscious of an existence which she feels must soon
terminate, — and by a knowledge of which her mother would
only have to mourn a second time. She finally dies in
Italy.
" Now the comicality in this story of horrors lies in the
grave portion of it which has England for its scene, and only
some twenty-four years ago for its period. The lovers conceal
themselves in a cottage om6 in Piccadilly ! They have the
good fortune to find in that retired spot, * a pretty little
house, very simple, and quite isolated.' It is ' a charming,
little cot, with green blinds, a little garden full of flowers,
an exquisite lawn, gravelled walks encircling* all; and a
^ banc au-dessous d'un platane magnifique qui couvroit de
sa tente de feuiUage une partie du jardin ! ! !' All this, it
must be remembered, is described as existing in Piccadilly
in 1834, within view of a person turning out of St. James's
Street, and which latter circumstance would fix the precise
locality of this isolated cottage as somewhere about the soli-
tary purlieus of the romantic White Horse Cellar, or the pic-
turesque and uninhabited wilderness tenanted by ' the Black
190 NEW PICTUBES AND OLD PAKELS.
Bear.' An absurdity scarcely less remarkable on the part
of M. Dumas is that of fixing the residence of a very hard-
working apothecary in one of the patrician mansions in
Grosvenor Square ! And yet the author has been in Lon-
don, and has even, like Voltaire, commented upon our
language. The sum, indeed, of his observations thereon
amounts to the fact that Englishmen have abandoned the
old expletive of * Godam,' and that their throats are now
generally engaged with discharging the cacophonous echoes
of* Oh, ah!'
" The French dramatists use us very little better — in many
instances worse — than the novelists. They sell ladies by
public auction in Smithfield Market, while half the house of
Peers stand by to witness the sale, and celebrate its conclu-
sion by a conglomerated hornpipe. A French feuilletonist
who came among us taking notes, in the year of the Exhi-
bition, gravely certified to his countrywomen that the gin-
palaces of England were mainly supported by the middle-
aged and elderly Peeresses of the realm. There is on the
French stage a drama, the scene of which is laid in the moun-
tainous region that lies somewhere between Hyde Park and
Bichmond. In this piece there is an ancient castle, with a
very wicked lord, who maintains his evil eminence by the
power and produce of forgery, and whose fair daughter, on
.her saint's day, is presented with bouquets presented to her
processionally by all the grateful people of Brentford and
Kew. The ruined chateau itself is on the romantic banks
of the *St. George Canal,' and near it is a village, the
inhabitants of which have the laws interpreted to them by
an alderman of London, who is made ruler of the district by
the special appointment conferred on him by * His Excel-
lency the Lor' Maire.' "
Smith having run himself out of breath, Mee Aughton
remarked that a certain Max Schlesinger was a limner of
\ another quality. " He has seen what he describes ; and he
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PIOTTJBXS OF EKaLAKD BY EOBEION SKBTCHEBS. 191
paints well that which he has observed with the mental as
well as the visual eye. Accordingly, he does not, like
Prench littirateurs, represent us as something different
from all other existing human nature. We may not always
feel flattered by his portrait, but we cannot deny the resem-
blance, nor the good-humoured spirit which influenced the
hand by which it is drawn."
" It is something pleasant," said Smith, " to turn from the
misrepresentations of writers, however temporarily amusing
they may be, to contemplate portraits of ourselves dashingly
and good-humouredly, philosophically -and candidly sketched
by wch an artist as Max Schlesinger, in his < Saunterings
in and about London.' There is originality in the dramatic
form in which many of the author's raciest observations are
made. A Doctor Kief is generally charged with the duty of
cutting us up; and on one occasion, when something
stronger than usual is required to be flung at us, a French
gentleman performs the office with a vigour and an ab-
sence of veracity that are highly entertaining. Schlesinger,
however, does not appear to have employed this form be-
cause he had suspicions of our being an over-sensitive
people, for he now and then hits us smartly and stingingly,
severely and deservedly enougli. He has adopted the form
because it gave him latitude of observation and expression.
One thing is certain, that there is no nation under the sun
that so good-humouredly bears being laughed at as our
own. The heartiest enjoyers of * Les Anglaises pour Eire,'
have ever been those at whom the satire was levelled ; and
throughout Grermany the broadest grins called up by Kotze-
bue's * Sir John,' mantle on the faces of British auditors,
who are perhaps more tickled by comic evidences of ignorance
than by the wit levelled at their own habits and morals."
" The Saunterer," said Mee Aughton, " paints both our
in and out-door life with, generally speaking, very great cor-
rectness. And this general correctness cannot be gainsaid.
192 KXW PICTUBES AJSJ) OLD PANELS,
because he often looks upon us and our doings from a point
of view whence we have never considered them ourselves.
A determined difference of opinion often, indeed, springs up
in the mind of the reader ; but when he has meditated for a
moment upon the light in which the artist has limned his
picture, he is compelled to conclude that the details are not
exaggerated, and that the light in which they are shown does
sometimes illumine them, and is more likely to be seen by
a stranger than by ourselves, who are less curious on the
matter."
"Perhaps," remarked a Tory professor of History, "it
is with the author's political sentiments that we should be
least inclined to agree. When he insinuates that the Con-
tinental revolutionists, who in 1848 advocated license and
thought it was liberty, were men who were performing as
patriotic a duty as that performed by Eussell when he
gloriously conspired against an illegal government, it is
only the ultra-radicals among his readers who will indorse
the sentiment. They who made an accomplished fact of
our Revolution never perilled the general liberty which
they sought to establish. They who in 1848 let loose the
deluge against the thrones of Europe, swept away with it
the freedom which they professed to support ; not that there
was not among them many a bold and honest, hopeful and
enduring heart, whose aspirations were for that liberty
which allows unconstrained action for all, save where it may
be injurious to any. Max Schlesinger very aptly meets one
objection made in England by a remark which is worth
quoting : — * These English sages,' he says, * do not con-
sider how much easier it was for their ancestors to bring
the contest with the power of the Crown to a successful
issue. The English patriots were not opposed by large
standing armies. The contest lay between them and a
single family and its faction, and — this is a point which has
never been sufficiently dwelt upon — they had no reason to
PICTXJBES OF EKOLAKD BY FOfiEIOK SESTOHEBS. 193
fear a foreign intervention.' This is true, yet not wboUy
BO. It is, however, sufficiently correct to be allowed to pass
unquestioned. The author compares liberty as it is ab-
stractedly viewed by English, French, and German. The
first resolved to possess, and have manfully held by and pro-
gressed under it. The second seize it, let it slip through
their fingers, and recapture it only again to lose what they
shed oceans of blood to obtain. The Germans, he evidently
thinks, would accomplish ail that the English have done had
they but our advantages — insular position, and security
from external false friends as well as declared foes. This
reminds one of how the same three people are described by
Heyne as estimating liberty, and which description may be
thus abridged, to edification: —
''The Englishman loves freedom as he does his lawful
wife. He possesses her, and if he does not treat her with
any ostentatious show of tenderness, yjet does he know,
should the case require it, how to defend her like a man.
Then, woe-betide the intruder into her holy chamber of rest,
be it as gallant or be it as knave. The Frenchman loves
freedom as he doth his betrothed bride. He glows for her.
He bums for h^r. He throws himself at her feet with the
most exaggerated adjurations. He fights for her, despising
death for her sake ; and in her name he commits no end
of follies. But the German loves freedom as he does his
venerable grandmother ! . . . The splenetic Briton perhaps
wearies of his wife, and disposes of her in the market-place ;
a halter round her neck, and Smithfield the locality. The
fluttering Frenchman probably turns faithless to his bride,
and goes dancing and singing after some court lady in the
royal palace. But the German will jiever turn his vene-
rable grandmother into the street ; he will ever grant her a
corner by the hearth, where she may tell to his listening
children her old wife's tales for ever."
By this it is clear that Heyne reproaches his countrymen
194 VBW FICTUBES AND OLD PAKEL8.
as possessing a superabundance of sentiment and lacking the
spirit of action. Max Schlesinger, on the other hand, ap-
pears to think that they want nothing but opportunity.
The two opinions, however apparently incompatible, may
nevertheless be reconciled. But let us go with the Sauntercr
from politics to the Battle of Waterloo, as it is fought by
the light companies, on a gala night at Yauxhall. Here are
the author's opinions upon what he saw, put into the ever-
conveniently-open mouth of Dr. Kief.
" National prejudice is like a pig-tail; you can't see it in
Iront. It is scandalous how they teach history in your
schools. This new friend of mine is a well-bred man, but he
has never heard of Blucher. We looked at the Duke of Wel-
lington riding over the field of Waterloo, and I said, * Couldn't
you find a place for our Blucher ? ' * Blutsher ! ' said he,
* who is Blutsher? ' He knew nothing whatever of Blucher
and the Prussian army ; and when I told him, but for tbe
Prussians, Wellington would have been made minced-meat
of at Waterloo, he actually laughed in my face ! Now tell
me how do they teach history in your schools ? "
It may be answered that history is taught after another
fashion than Dr. Kief and prejudice would require. La-
martine, Jules Maurel, and, moreover. Baron Miiffling,
have done justice to Wellington and the completeness of
his victory ere the indeed long-wished-for Prussians arrived
to pursue the routed columns of the Gkul. And as to
Blucher' s name not being known in this country, it is im-
mortalized in one way among us, exactly as Wellington's
has been, by giving a distinctive appellation to a certain
form of British boot. To deny the Duke the undoubted
merit of his great deed is only to treat him as he has been
treated by that stricken wit Heyne, who says of him, with
incredible profanity and malice, that the name of Welling-
ton, in connection with that of Napoleon, will go down to
posterity as that of Pontius Pilate in connection with Jesus
PIOTUBSS OF XKeLANB BY FOBEIOIT BKETCKEBS. 195
Christ. This is worse than our merely forgetting Blucher,
eyen if we had been so ungrateful. But this we were not..
When the allied monarchs arriyed in England in July, 1814,
Blucher was (as far as our public was concerned) '* the king
amang them a'." The popular enthusiasm of the people for
him who had boldly faced the common enemy of Europe
when others had fled before that foe, was so intense, that
when the hero set foot on shore at Doyer, he was nearly suf-
focated with embraces, and his cloak was torn into frag-
ments. The excitement of ladies in the capital was not
inferior to that whidi reigned in the proyinces. Moore, in
his * Fudge Family,' has incidentally noticed this agitation
of loye in the letter wherein Miss Biddy informs her friend
Dorothy that she has found a suitor who was
*' No less than the great King of Prussia,
Who 's here now incog. — He who made such a fiiss jou
Bemember in London, with Blucher and Flato£^
When Sal was near kissing <dd Blucher's cravat off"
And the last-mentioned lady was but one of a thousand
who contended for the honours of a kiss from the pipe-
flayoured lips of the yeteran. At Oxford, he was created
Doctor of Laws, in full conyocation ; and to the old soldier's
yery greafc astonishment. '* If they make me a Doctor," said
he, " they are bound to make Gneisenau (the general of
artallery) an apothecary; for, if I wrote the prescription,
he certainly made up the pills ! '* After Waterloo, Blucher
pronounced a candid criticism on himself^ which posterity will
receiye vdth respect. " For what do you commend me ? "
said he to 1^ flatterer, whose praise disgusted him. ^' It was
my recklessness, Grneisenau's cautiousness, and the great
God's loying-kindness !"
But leaying the consideration of this subject, let us see
how Schlesinger and Heyne can paint a street-scene, in
Cheapside. Here is what the first thinks of that place where
people most do congregate : —
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196 msw ptcTUBSs ijn> old paksls.
'' Friend stranger, stand for an hour or two, leaning against
tbe iron gates of Bow Church in Cheapside, or take up your
position on the steps of the Eoyal Exchange. Let the waves
of the great city rush past you, now munnuringly, now
thunderingly ; now fEut, now slow, as crowds press on crowds,
and vehicles on vehicles, as the streams of traffic break
against every street-comer, and spread through the arterial
system of the lanes and alleys ; as the knot of men, horses,
and vehicles get entangled almost at every point where the
large streets join and cross, to move, and heave, and spin
round, and get disentangled again, and again entangled.
After such a review only can you realize the idea of the
greatness of London. It is this which, after a prolonged
stay in London, so moves our admiration, that there is no
stop, no rest, no pause in the street-life throughout the
busy day."
Heyne's painting is something to the same purpose, but
with a dash more, perhaps, of the picturesque : —
"As I, aroused from my meditation, again looked out
upon the roaring street, where a varied knot of men, women,
children, horses, coaches (and among them a hearse), made
their way to and fro, swearing, crying, creaking, and groan-
ing, then it seemed to me so as if all London was a large
Beresina bridge, where every one, in frantic anxiety about
nis own little bit of life, sought to force his own way onward ;
where the bold rider tramples down the poor fellow afoot ;
where he who falls to the ground is for ever lost ; where the
hitherto truest comrades become selfish, and climb over each
other. There thousands faint to death, and bleeding cling
vainly to the planks of the bridge, only to drop off into the
cold abyss of death below."
Bisk Allah, in his * Thistle and the Cedar of Lebanon,'
paints in similar tone and colouring, street-life in London : —
" What are all these people come out to see ? is your first
natural inquiry. Is there a ^e ? or has there been an earth-
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quake ? or are all the suburban villages and towns pouring
in their multitudes to witness some grand spectacle ? Wal-
lah yah efendem. If Stamboul were in flames, and all the
Sultan's harem burning, there could not be a greater con-
course of people than may every day be encountered between
the hours of three and five in one single street of London ;
and all the other hundred streets are almost equally well
filled."
Assaad y Kaylat, in his * Voice from Lebanon,' sketches
full as vividly the pave sights and incidents of London.
There is, too, some delicate painting in his picture of Ken-
sington Palace. He was delighted with his reception there
by the then heiress to the throne and her goodly company ;
but he will not administer to the public curiosity thereon.
" I will rather," he says, " follow the advice of the Oriental
proverb : — * He who enters the presence of kings should go
in blind and come out dumb.' "
Max Schlesinger, in painting the English people, will by
no means allow of their being considered as, in any way, a
musical people — ^that is, as a people producing great com-
posers ; — all the great names, from Purcell to Balfe, " to the
contrary notwithstanding." This is a very vulgar error.
We think less of our heroes than do the Erench, and less of
our musicians than do the G-ermans. But we are as plen-
tifully provided with both as our good frieuds who protest
to the contrary. "We only talk less about them. It could
never be remarked of us as a Prussian student once said
of his own country, that, ** in Berlin, people talked only of
Thalberg and Grodl" We have other ways of viewing
religion and music, — though we may be inferior in both,
nevertheless, to those who view them differently.
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HISTORICAL PORTRAITS BY ROMANTIC
PAINTERS.
" The register of the destiny of authors, the last touch in
the picture of England a century ago, and what has heen
said on the peculiarities of foreign sketchers of English cha-
racteristics, reminds me," said Mee Aughton, on a subsequent
circle-night, " of the way in which both English and foreign
romancers have treated real personages in touching and re-
touching them for the purposes of their historical pictures."
" The Eeal !" said the German.
"Romance !'* cried the Spaniard.
" Eomance and Eeality are very good things in their way.
"What about them, most learned Theban ?" asked Smith.
" This much," answered Mee Aughton, first addressing
himself to the French artist, Alexandre. " In discussing
the question of romance either as the amuser or the instruc-
tor of mankind, your countryman, Boussel, rather sweep-
ingly remarked that romances, by depicting man with ex-
aggerated features, only prepared readers to be inevitably
disgusted with life. The logic does not seem sound ; and,
if the description of what romance itself causes be not in-
correct, its alleged effects may be very reasonably disputed.
At one time the reading of romances was considered as the
occupation of those who had nothing to do ; the business of
those who had none. Certainly, if young people looked
into romances only to make study of life, the authors
were bound not to mislead them. But taking the old ro-
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mances for wbateyer writers or readers accounted tbem,
thej could not be otherwise than dangerous. There was
peril in the exhalations of vice and corruption which arose
from them ; and there was peril equally great in the phan-
toms of ideal life which they presented to the imagina-
tive and the impressionable. The true romance reader was
not a citizen of this world ; he belonged to another sphere.
Either Mr. Edgeworth or his daughter has somewhere re-
marked, that a -woman who has her head full of romances,
fancies that she wiU be able to find the heroes of them in
society. This saying was applied to the old social romance.
As for the historical romance, a French author has truly
said, that it was bom of truth violated by a Ue.
'' Our good Queen Charlotte had a profound contempt for
romances. It was her majesty's maxim that the mind once
surrendered to the charms of the imaginative, never cared
for what was serious and real. She had a suspicion, or
rather a dislike, of romance writers ; and yet, so inconsis-
tent are, ay even queens, that the royal lady, who hated
romances and their writers, could very complacently sit sur-
rounded by her daughters, and listen to Miss Bumey read^
ing aloud that dirty farce by the elder Colman, called 'Polly
Honeycombe.'
'' It was objected against the old romances that the read-
ing thereof could enrich a man neither with knowledge
nor wisdom. The more modem historical romance (if that
can be called modem of which there are so many in old
classical literature, and of which the most splendid, though
not by far the most ancient example, is that brilliant book
which its author, Quintus Curtius, chose to caU a ' Life of
Alexander the Great') — the more modem historical ro-
mance yields however but little knowledge, and is not cal-
culated to produce wisdom. Indeed the latter treasure
comes not by reading, but by meditation over the know-
ledge acquired through reading. But more than meditation
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is required. Lord Bacon recognized what * more ' was re-
quisite, when he said, that ^Keading maketh a full man,
conference a ready man, and writing a correct man. And
therefore, if a man write little, he had need of a great me-
mory J if he confer little, he need have a present wit ; and
if he read little, he need have much cunning to seem to
know that he doth not.*
" Jeremy Collier, whose canons of criticism however I
am not at all inclined to indorse without some reserve, has
one undeniably true remark upon the uses and abuses of
reading. ' A man,' he says, * may as weU expect to grow
stronger by always eating, as wiser by always reading. Too
much overcharges nature, and turns more into disease than
nourishment. It is thought and digestion which makes
books serviceable, and gives health and vigour to the mind.
Books well chosen,' he adds, — and he had no bowels for
aught but what was real, — 'neither dull the appetite nor
strain the memory ; but refresh the inclinations, strengthen
the powers, and improve uuder experiments. By reading, a
man does as it were antedate his life, and makes himself
contemporary with past ages.' Jeremy was alluding to his-
tory, and not to romance.
" The early writers of romance were probably as purely-
intentioned as Iilrs. Barbauld herself when she composed
her * Lessons' for young . children. Indeed, even in these
matter-of-fact lessons there is much of the manner of the
romances, inasmuch as that the latter affected to te-ach one
thing by the description of another ; by allegory, in fact.
So Mrs. Barbauld employs a false image very often to con-
vey a distinctly different thing. The Edgeworths very rea-
sonably object to her romance of the boy who, having tor-
mented the robins, was devoured by a bear. But this lesson
was given in days when young people had not yet ceased to
peruse the * Seven Champions of Christendom,' and similar
probable histories. The Edgeworths, in their work on Edu-
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cation, are perhaps too carping or too strict against poor
Mrs. Barbauld in some of her phrases, but they acutely
•enough discern the romantic instead of the real, in such ex-
pressions as, ' The moon shines at night, when the sun is
gone to bed.' The latter part of the sentence undoubtedly
conveys a false idea, and it is condemned accordingly. Such
a style is truly the first step towards making romance
readers. K Mrs. Barbauld's pupils could be brought to
believe that the sun went to bed, they might easily, at a
later period, see in St. George the nurse-child of the witch
Kalyb, the slayer of the dragon, and forget therein the clever
bacon*dealer and the popularly-elected Bishop of Alexandria.
The young lady in the * Children's Friend,' whose nurse had
told her stories of hobgoblins, of course screamed herself
hoarse at the sight of a chimney-sweeper.
" But the writers of old romances have inflicted less in-
justice upon individuals than harm to their readers gene^
rally. My meaning will, perhaps, be better understood, if
I say that, while they have imagined incidents for imaginary
heroes, they have not applied to one person a real glory be-
longing to another. The authors of historical romances
have been far less careful. A striking example of how the
merits of one person are made over to another, is to be
found in Mr. James's novel *Eichelieu.' Few who have
read that work will have forgotten Pauline de Beaumont ;
and these, perhaps, will not like to be told that, instead of
being the imexceptionable young lady of the novel, she was
an exceedingly mischievous and ndbchief-making maid of
honour. Mr. James, moreover, has attributed to her an
action of merit which was really performed, and that most
disinterestedly, by another person.
"It may be recollected that Pauline de Beaumont, in
* Bichelieu,' executes the perilous mission of disguising her-
self, and taking a letter to be delivered to a prisoner in the
Bastille. In the novel, that prisoner is the Count de
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Blenau, the lover of Pauline herself. Many spirited young
ladies would, under the circumstances, have done as much.
"She who really accomplished this then desperate feat
was impelled, however, only by duty. The person in ques-
tion was Mademoiselle de Hautefort. The Queen, Anne of
Austria, was placed in a position of serious difficulty by the
imprisonment of her faithful servant Laporte ; and when
the idea was first entertained of conveying a letter to him,
with instructions from his royal mistress, the few persons
who were in the Queen's confidence recoiled from the dan-
gers attendant upon any attempt to realize the royal idea.
Mademoiselle de Hautefort alone experienced no fears, and
boldly offered to assiune a disguise, and bear the missive
from the Queen to her confidential servant. The ofler was
accepted, the feat was most successfully performed, and the
life of Laporte was saved in consequence.
" The above is an example of the wrongs which reality
sometimes endures at the hands of romance. Many other
instances might be cited, but I will confine myself to an
example of another sort of error, as it wiU afford me time
to notice one or two matters which are illustrative of past
times, acts, and actors. To do this I go back to a work which
appeared some years previous to that of Mr. James, but
which treats of the same period, and has portraits of many
of the same personages that are to be found in ' Sichelieu.'
"As a misrepresentation, both of fact and character, I
know nothing equal to that achieved by Alfred de Vigny, in
his portrait of Marie de Gonzague, the heroine of the ro-
mantic novel, * Cinq-Mars.' The readers of that now tole-
rably well-known work will remember that the Marie of the
author is a gentle young lady, fairly wooed and pleasantly
won by Cinq-Mars ; she is faithful to him amid terrible
trial, and after his execution compelled, sorely against her
will, to marry a man whom she had never seen, and for
whom she of course had no particle of affection — ^namely,
the King of Poland.
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'* But if realitj be put against this romance, what do we
discover? One or two historical incidents that may be
worth reproducing.
" In the month of October, 1645, the French Queen, Anne
of Austria, repaired to Fontainebleau, with a splendid retinue
of ladies, to vritness a marriage which had been long in pre-
paration, and which was expected to be more than ordinafilj
jojous, seeing that the two principal personages concerned
were of royal condition or extraction.
^ The old King of Poland, an elective monarch, and who
was at the period in question heir to the crown of Sweden,
had offered his hand to ' Mademoiselle.' The latter imperi-
oua princess had treated with great scorn an offer which
came to her from a gouty, purblind, aged prince, whose per-
son was the reverse of attractive, and whose country was
considered, in France, a mere nation of barbarians. The
rejected king turned to Mademoiselle de Guise, who was
somewhat patsseCj but who was blooming youth itself, com-
pared with her wooer. She was, however, averse to the
match ; but, had she been as much inclined to it as she was
otherwise, the marriage would not have taken place, for it
was opposed by the Q^een and the all-powerful Cardinal.
The perplexed King of the Poles then bethought him of the
daughter of the deceased Duke of Mantua, Marie de Gt)n-
zague. She had, in earlier days, been promised to him by
her fiftther ; and his majesty, refused elsewhere, submitted
himself to woo again the betrothed of Cinq-Mars. His offer
was received with a grateful acknowledgment which demon-
strated the alacrity of her who made it.
^ Marie de Gronzague was at this time by no means so
young as she is represented to us in the novel, when the
Queen exclaims, * Ma pauvre enfant, vous etes reine de Po-
logne.' The bloom was very decidedly off the peach. She
had been the object of the adoration of Gaston, Duke of
Orleans ; and this love-passage was the talk of the whole
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court. The duke was then heir-presumptive to tbe crown,
and the lady was not insensible to such a wooer. The Queen,
Marie de Medicis, however, took another view of the sub-
ject, and to further that view poor Marie de Gonzague was
shut up in the castle of Yincennes, and Gaston had alto-
gether forgotten her before she came out again. "When the
prisoner recovered her freedom, she hated her old lover im-
placably, and she would gladly have accepted the King of
Poland then, out of mere spite, but that sovereign, not caring
to wait for her when she exhibited some symptoms of dally-
ing, rendered the match impossible by uniting himself to a
German princess.
" Marie de Gtonz&gae would not break her heart for any
man. She was at heart her own mistress ; and she lived a
gay life in Paris, although she had but a small fortune. Her
wit and manners caused many to pay her homage, but no-
thing presented itself in the shape of a husband. Every
one liked her charming suppers, but no man cared to make
himself responsible for the payment of them, till Cinq-Mars,
the master of the horse to the King, offered her his hand,
and was at once accepted.
" Such was the fashionable and somewh&t fanee lady who,
as the beloved of Cinq-Mars in the novel, is painted as
a miracle of simplicity, reserve, youth, beauty, and over-
abounding love. She was proud, for her father had been
sovereign Duke of Mantua ; and Cinq-Mars was partly the
victim of that pride, for it urged him on to great designs
against men in power, and made him aspire to be Constable
of France, that he might be more on an equality with the
daughter of a sovereign prince. Cinq-Mars, however, was
simply a conspirator, and he lost his head on the scaffold.
His liaison with Marie de Gonzague was looked upon as
a derogation on the part of the lady, and caused a little
scandal. She perhaps cared for Cinq-Mars more than she
did for any other of her lovers ; but, despite her attachment,
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she was yerj soon comforted after his death, and assuredly
thought the prospect, which now opened to her, of heing
Queen of Poland, as one very pleasant to contemplate, and
not again to be missed.
*' Cardinal Mazarin was resolved to be rid of a lady who
was a little addicted to dabble in politics, in a way not com-
patible with his interests ; who was, moreover, poor ; some-
what depressed ; had squabbles with her old lover Gaston,
between whom and herself a mutual and intense hatred
existed ; and who wore a mourning air, out of compliment to
Cinq-Mars, who had been executed in the days of Bichelieu,
and to think of whom was ridiculous in the days of Mazarin.
The Cardinal, accordingly, despatched ambassadors to Poland,
and the royal widower there sent his envoys in return to
bear his compliments and affectionate greetings to the lady
of many lovers.
" The first homage was, however, rendered to the Queen,
Anne of Austria ; and it was at Eontainebleau that the am-
bassadors were received with all the gorgeous ceremony that
could be devised by the solemn officers charged with such
matters.
" The scene was a singular one. The representatives of
the Polish king came ostensibly to ask for the hand of ' the
Princess Mary,' as she was called. Etiquette required that
she should not be present ; but she was naturally curious to
hear the speech, see the sight, and enjoy the conclusion.
When the address had been uttered by the envoys, who ap-
peared as thoroughly French as any gallant in court, one
ambassador asked the other where the Princess Mary was.
A gentleman in the suite, who had been in Paris before, and
knew the lady by sight, recognized her standing behind a
royal duchess, where, like a gentleman ' below the bar,' she
formed no part of the illustrious assembly, but could see and
hear all that passed. As the ambassadors and their suite re-
tired, they distinguished the half-concealed lady by making
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the very lowest bows in the direction in which she stood y
and they even treated her with a 'your majesty* as they
murmured their homage in passing near her.
" Thenceforward, public homage was rendered to her by
all parties, particularly afber the signing of the contract.
This necessary form was gone through without much cere-
mony, but at night the ambassadors were entertained at
supper by the young king. I suppose there had previously
been some jollity in the kitchen, with much obliviousness,
for when the guests sat down to table it was discovered that
the chief dishes had been forgotten. There was neither
soufe nor houilli ; and the banquet was a failure. Nor was
this all. When the ambassadors retired, they were con-
ducted by the chief officers of the court to the grand stair-
case ; but on reaching that honourable passage it was found
all in darkness, and the ambassadors and gentleman-ushers
had to grope their way to the bottom, cursing the lamypistes
who had neglected to illumine them. The queen-mother
was disconcerted at first on hearing of this misadventure,
but she afterwards laughed heartily ; declaring that Erance
never managed matters rightly, either in great things or
small ; but that the only remedy was patience.
" These shortcomings put the Poles on their mettle. In
the following winter, the Palatine of Posen and the Bishop
of Wermia, despatched by the King of Poland to execute
the marriage by proxy, with a gorgeous gathering of Sar-
matian nobles, all in their national costume, entered Paris,
and by the grandeur of their equipments and carriages quite
extinguished the complimentary deputation sent to receive
them.
" Madame de Motteville, in her Memoirs, speaks of this
entry into Paris with the ecstasy of a lady fond of grand
sights. The ambassadorial procession entered, she tells
us, — * by the gate of St. Antoine, with abundance of so-
lemnity, and the best decorum in the world. First ,and
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foremost came a company of foot-guards, dressed in red and
yellow, with great gold loops upon their clothes. They were
commanded by two or three officers richly apparelled and
very well mounted. Their habits were very fine vests, after
the Turkish manner, over which they wore a great cloak
with long sleeves, which they let fall loosely by their
horses' sides. The buttons of both their vests and cloaks
were rubies, diamonds, and pearls; and their cloaks were
lined with the same as their vests. After this company
there came another in the same order, commanded by officers
whose habits were richer than the former. Their vests and
mantles were of the colour of their heydukes, of green and
gold. We saw two other companies on horseback, with the
same liveries as those which were on foot, one of which was
red and yellow, and the other gold and green ; only those
wore richer stuffs, the harness of their horses was finer, and
they had more precious stones.*
" Madame de Motteville proceeds to say that the French
Academicians followed this fine and foreign array. The
lady is very severe upon the savants, who, she says, went
out to do honour to the strangers, but dishonour to them-
selves. They must, indeed, have looked very Hke moun-
tebanks, for they wore shabbily-gay dresses, covered with
ribbons, had feathers in their hats, and were mounted on
sorry hackneys, which they hardly knew how to manage.
They contrasted with the body of Polish noblemen who fol-
lowed: these were attired in dresses of stiff brocade and
silver, were splendidly mounted, and each was attended
by a man in uniform. ' Their stuffs were so rich, so fine,'
writes the lady already quoted, ' and their colours so lively,
that nothing in the world was so agreeable. Their vests
glittered, too, with diamonds ; yet,' adds the true French
lady, ' for all their richness, it must be confessed there is
something in their magnificence which looks very savage.'
It was not in the magnificence, however, in which, to our
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thinking, the * savageness' consisted. We rather detect the
' barbarian' in a subsequent passage, which says of these
splendidly attired Poles that * they wear no linen, and do
not lie in sheets like other Europeans, but wrap themselves
up in furs. Their caps,' she adds, ' are furred, their heads
shaved, except a lock upon their crown, which hangs down
behind. They are for the most part so fat and slovenly that
they are loathsome.' Some of them appear, nevertheless, to
have been extraordinarily attractive iu the eyes of this lady,
who particularly admired the Polish officers of a superior
grade, who wore three cock's feathers in their caps, and the
heads of whose horses were made gay with the same dis-
tinctive adornment. Some of their horses, like Mr. Martin
Van Butcher s pony that was a Sunday spectacle in the
park some half-century ago, were painted, chiefly red. The
lady very justly caUs this an odd fashion, but yet * not a dis-
agreeable sight.'
" The Palatine of Posen and the Bishop of Wermia came
last, surrounded by Polish and French nobles, all on horse-
back, brilliant as finery could make them, and followed by
the carriages of the palatine and bishop — handsome equi-
pages, having silver wherever iron was employed in French
carriages, and looking, with the fine plump steeds which
drew them, not in the least as if they had made the long
journey from Poland.
"All Paris was afoot early to see the entry, and even
the young king and queen-mother placed themselves at a
window of their palace to see them pass. But before the
procession reached that point darkness had set in, and
the sight-seers, royal and noble, gentle and simple, were
disappointed, and blamed the blameless; just as many did
at the entry of Queen Victoria into the French capital.
The ambassadorial party was lodged and boarded at the
king's expense, in the palace of the exiled Duke de Ven-
d6me.
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'' If there was disconte^it at tlie entry, there was still
more at the marriage. There was an intention to perform
this ceremony with every possible splendour, but there arose
such acrid dissensions resting on points of precedency, every
prince and noble claiming to be better than aU others, and
these dissensions were accompanied by such intemperance of
speech and action, that the Queen finally determined that
there should be no public marriage at all. The renewed
disappointment was universal ; but it was not heeded, and
the ceremony took place privately, with scarcely any one
present but the bride, the representative of the * groom,'
and court officials.
*' It was well that this was the case, for there was some-
thing indecorous in the appearance of the black-eyed, black-
haired, and still handsome bride. She originally designed
to wear the royal Polish mantle, white, covered with
* flames of gold,' over a robe corresponding therewith. The
ceremony being, however, a private one, the Queen insisted
that the mantle should not be worn. Thereupon Marie de
Gonzague also laid aside the robe, and appeared at the altar
in her ' corset' and petticoat, * which being made,' says Ma^
dame de Motteville, * to wear under another, was too short,
and not grave enough for the occasion.'
" Singular as she must have looked, the Poles who saw
her cross a terrace to proceed to the Queen's apartment,
previous to the marriage, shouted for joy at the sight of
their own future queen. She did not want for brilliancy
of adornment ; for Anne of Austria had covered her with
crown jewels, lent for the occasion. The service would pro-
bably have been all the more gratefully acknowledged if
Anne had not forbidden Marie to wear the closed crown
until after the ceremony was concluded. The * forbidding'
should, perhaps, be rather called a 'counselling,' but,
* Mfen%e* or *at?w,' it was obeyed, and the marriage was at
length concluded in due form. Although Madame de Motte-
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ville says there was nobody at it, she enumerates sucli a
number of the royal family and attendants as must hare
constituted a very nimierous company. She especially no-
tices the presence of the Duke of Orleans, the old lover of
Marie ; and she evidently thinks that the form which made
a queen of the latter in presence of an old admirer, must
have been wormwood to the duke, and something sweeter
than all Hybla to the lady; indeed, the latter had more
triumphs than this on the eventful day in question. She
took, or rather was allowed, precedence of the Queen of
Prance during a brief portion of the day ; and Madame de
Motteville, to whom such privileges seemed an antepast of
paradise, thought that the bride must have been raised
thereby to a condition of ecstatic delight which it would be
impossible to describe.
" The banquet which followed the ceremony was a stately,
lengthy, and tedious affair, and, as it appears to me, very
dull when compared with the smart things that were said, .
not at, but after it. There was no lack of aids to wit, in the
form of ' creature comforts ' and sparkling wines, but there
was little mirth although much magnificence, and perhaps
because of much magnificence. In the evening the bride
was conducted, as became a queen, to her residence in Paris,
where her escort of princes and nobles took leave of her,
each with a separate compliment. The lady's ex-lover, the
Duke of Orleans, was not there, but he was represented by
the Abb6 de Eiviere. When this gentleman approached to
take leave, he maliciously whispered that he' thought she
had done better if she had remained in France with the
simple title of * Madame ;' meaning ' Duchess' of Orleans.
* God,' said the Queen of Poland, * has given me that of
Majesty, and therewith I am very well content.'
" The brilliancy of the court balls on this occasion made
compensation for the disappointment caused by the late
entry of the Poles into Paris, and the privately-celebrated
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marriage of Marie with the proxy of the royal husbaud, who
was quietly expecting her arrival at Warsaw. The new
queen was the * Cynthia of the minute.' Crowds followed
her in the streets, as if she were a great stranger, and not
one whose face was familiarly known to most, at least, of
those who hurried to gaze upon her. She was unchanged
by her fortune ; and the fact of her being Queen of Poland,
or of her having danced with the then young King of
France, caused no difference in her towards her friends.
This is spoken of as something highly meritorious on her
part.
" The journey, through Flanders and Germany, into Po-
land was a glorious ovation, and the last which she enjoyed.
When she reached Warsaw there was scarcely any one in
waiting to greet her; there was no state reception, no pri-
vate happy welcome: and when she was led into the pre-
sence of the old king, fretful at the time from a sharper
than ordinary attack of the gout, both parties were dis-
appointed. The king did not think her so handsome as he
had foimd her pictures represent her to be ; and poor Marie,
looking upon a man as old and twice as iU-looking as the
* Konig in Thule,' shuddered at her lot.
'* The scene was altogether an extraordinary one. The
meeting took place in the cathedral. The old king was
seated in a chair, and when Marie approached and knelt,
and kissed his hand, he neither rose to receive her nor
stooped to raise her, but, turning to one of the French gen-
tlemen, he said, roughly and aloud, ' Is this the great wonder
of which you have made so much to me ?' Never was there
a more melancholy marriage. Each party seemed to wish
to avoid the other. Not a word was said by either but what
the ceremony required ; and, when the sorry ceremony itself
was concluded, the poor queen sank into a chair quite un-
able to thank the king, as was expected, for the great
honour he had done her.
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" The banquet which followed disgusted the gastronomic
French. There was nothing there, they said, but what was
disagreeable ; and the indifferent festival was construed al-
most into an insult to France. Later in the evening, the
unhappy queen whispered to Madame de G-uebriant that
she wished to heaven she could return with her to France.
At length, weary and vexed, she was conducted to her soli-
tary chamber ; and the king, when he had seen the banquet
fairly to a close, was carried to his own apartment, in another
part of the palace.
" What the French ladies thought of the ungallantry of
the king may be seen in Madame de Motteville. Suffice it
here to say, that they talked high and loudly, for days, of
the honour of France; and they succeeded so well that
everybody at last was satisfied that the honour of France
had been properly regarded.
" It was but a three years' splendid misery, and all was
over : not for Marie, but her harsh old husband, who died in
1648. He left a wealthy widow, however, who was, in her
very weeds, courted most assiduously by a younger brother
of the late king. Marie had little interest now in France,
and the prospect of helping her lover, by her wealth, to
be elected King of Poland, and sharing the throne with
him, was one which affected her most agreeably. There
were many difficulties in the way ; but these were all sur-
mounted. Even the obstacle presented by the parties being
within the forbidden degrees was easily got rid of, and
money purchased from Eome a license to break the eccle-
siastical law. AD ends were thus accomplished. The lover
was elected king, and the widow of the old king became the
bride of the new. He was not so ungracious a consort as
the defunct monarch, but he did not scruple to speak of the
wife whose money had bought his election to the crown,
as a very estimable person indeed, yet one by marrying
whom he had sacrificed a good deal, and materially injured
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his prospects. He was an ungrateful fellow ; but probably
did not mean all that he said. Be this as it may, Marie wa«
' as happy as a queen' could be ; though no one who reads
her history will recognize in this clever woman the simple
little piece of prettiness who is the heroine of De Vigny's
* Cinq-Mars,' and whose portrait, as * the wife of two
brothers,' is still to be seen in more than one collection in
Polske."
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FOREI&N SCENES DRAWN BY
ENGLISH HANDS.
" Atjthoes who build up stories out of the Bomance of
History are like landscape and indeed portrait-painters also,
they only copy nature as far as it pleases them ; they throw
in * high art ' and * effects,' for the sake of reputation and
profit. Now," said the Briton Smith, " I too have been in
Arcadia," — and here, to the profound horror of the club, who
thought he was about to read his own verses, he took out
a manuscript volume, which proved, however, to be only a
diary. " Here," added Smith, " are an Englishman's sketches
of foreign scenes. Will you look at or listen to them'P"
" Turn over the leaves, and give us of the briefest, if not
of the best," cried various members of the club, as they lit
their cigars, and with their mind's eye contemplated the
scenes and incidents unfolded in Smith's Diary.
Igliui.
I was quietly one morning, and, for the fiftieth time,
enjoying the wonders of the Imperial Zeughaus at Vienna ;
I had glanced at the suit of armour of that little hero, the
second Louis of Hungary, he who came into this breathing
world some months before he was welcome, and who sup-
ported his character for precocity by marrying at twelve,
and becoming legitimate owner of all the honours of pater-
nity just as he entered his teens ; who, moreover, maintained
his consistency by turning a grey old man at sixteen ; and.
TOBXIOK SOElTEfi DBAWK BY ETTOLISH HAKBS. 215
finally, terminated Hs ephemeral course on the field of bat-
tle before he became of age. I had turned from this imma-
ture hero to the riper warrior who fell at Lutzen, and, as I
looked with increasing interest at the buff elk-skin coat of
the great G^ustavus, and marked, with a sigh, the inlet and
the issue of the assassin pistol-shot which dismissed a soul
to the haQ of heroes, and gaye an impetus to theological
controversy, I heard the voices of two pretty German friends
inviting me to approach and contemplate a splendid panoply
of steel which had never hitherto excited my particular ad-
miration.
" Did you ever see such a shoe ?" said Lottchen.
" Or ever hear of such a woman ?" asked Alvina.
** It is a very remarkable shoe indeed," said I ; " and I
have no doubt that the fair but stalwart wearer of it, who
did not disdain to stand upon a very considerable portion of
ground, was a no less remarkable woman."
" She invented all the riddles that we asked you yesterday
at Durrenstein," said the lively Lottchen.
" And had more lovers than there are days in the year,"
sighed the pensive Alvina.
"Sundays and all included!" exclaimed the yoimger
sister.
• " And she loved fighting, building, hunting, coursing,
thieving, law-making, wool-work, the violin, and drinking,"
cried the biographical elder.
" And her name," said I, " was Libussa : we know her by
those signs. And that very long dagger-like point to her
shoe was placed there for a very lady-like purpose. This
Amazon general of an army of virgins possessed the hearts
and slew the bodies of more than four hundred lovers. The
opposition lady who lived in the Tour de Nesle and de-
spatched a fresh lover and her breakfast at every returning
dawn, was incarnate innocence compared with this romantic
and powerful butcheress."
216 XBW PIOTTTESS AlH) OLD PAITELB.
"Achy du lieber GhUP^ cried my young friends simulta-
neously.
" "When a knight-errant,'' continued I, " became captive
to the bright eyes and the general charms of this magni-
ficent she-wolf, his errantry was consummated, and his
knighthood crumbling into the grave. The usual course of
events was for the lady to invite the chevalier to her castle
or bower, for she lived before the period of nerves, morals,
or your Q-erman Mrs. Chapone; and he was welcomed by
groups of beauties all attired in ' very thin clothing, and but
little of it,' such as received Sir Arthur in the Bridal of
Triermain; and he bathed luxuriously in rose-water; and
he fared sumptuously at the banquet ; and he drank deeply,
after the fashion of his age ; and he saluted Libussa re-
peatedly ; and he swore to love her everlastingly ; and, in
short, like a knight, he behaved very improperly, slept after
a heavy supper very uneasily, awoke swearing consumedly,
drank Seltzer water immeasurably, took his breakfast hur-
riedly, walked out immediately, and then disappeared un-
accountably and invariably,"
" And," said Lottchen, " it was discovered subsequently?"
"Even as you know," I resumed. "The lady was wont
to conduct the knight to the edge of a precipice that hung
over a yawning abyss. While standing there together, she
would point out to him the diversified beauties of the view
lying, like a lapse of loveliness, at their feet ; the steamer
running up to Prague, — or that would have been running
had steamers then been invented ; but this couldn't be, be-
cause it was otherwise. But she would engage him in con-
versation on all the most approved topics of the day, — infant-
schools, the new opera, Le Journal des Modes, and young
Napoleon; and then, while the unsuspecting youth was
thrown off his guard, the cruel inconstant would hurl him
into the abyss below by a single kick in the side from that
dagger-pointed shoe ; leaving him an example, young ladies,
rOBEIOK SCENES DBAWN BY ENGLISH HANDS. 217
•
and me a moral for my tale, illustrating the evil conse-
quences that are likely to fall on young gentlemen who stay
out at nights !"
Now, if I have stepped back from this little frontier town
to talk of the masculine Queen Libussa, it was done in order
that you might not be entirely unacquainted with the sove-
reign lady who once held undisputed sway over the country
into which I have just stepped with a light knapsack, a
cherry-stick pipe, some half-dozen score of thalers, and an
ambitious desire of doing the pedestrian.
I was about writing the name of the village in which I
pen this ; but, after many fruitless attempts, 1 abandon an
undertaking so rash. Every one here, that is to say, the
three persons who can write, spells it after a fashion of his
own. It is a name in which the vowels and consonants
are at issue ; and the nearest approximation you will make
towards pronouncing it is by sneezing five times, and then
adding iski !
I am here located for a few days in the comfortable
quarters of a worthy priest whom I met at Iglau ; and
who, seeing a foreigner looking on at the rapid way in
which com and hemp were being sold in the spacious
market-place of that town, entered into conversation with
him, and, finally, invited him to his cottage in this utterly
unpronounceable place. He is a healthy, happy old man,
of " cheerful yesterdays and confident to-morrows ;" a man
who, while he is bold enough to relish Zadig, is also per-
severing enough to have read the 568 sermons of Balthasar
Kemer. He showed me two folio volumes by that inde-
fatigable writer, which actually contained 364 sermons on
the brief scriptural history of Tobias. I also counted
thirty-four on the short Epistle of Jude, and sixty on that
of St. James. Another volume contained thirty-two on
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218 SEW PICTTJBES AND OLD PANELS.
Butb ; and a rather gaily-bound tome enclosed a hundred
and five Marriage Pearls, as they were called, being as
many sermons preached at the marriage ceremony, when
it is customary for the bride to furnish the preacher with
a special text for the occasion.
How unlike the Yorkshire clergyman, of whom poor
Morritt once told us, who, having composed the mystic
triple three, or nine sermons, preached his small sample
over and over about twelve times in the course of the year !
" I hope," said my good host, as we were together look-
ing over the ponderous sermonist, "that old Kemer wiU^
not be exposed in the next world to the fate which, ac-
cording to tradition, all mortal authors must undergo."
" What is that ?" I inquired.
" Why, they say," he replied, " that there exists a special
purgatory for authors, where all their works go with them ;
and they no sooner enter than all the types are changed
into gnats, which prey upon them with a violence in pro-
portion to the ennui which their victim inflicted on his
patient public."
"Well," I observed, " that is a retribution of mere fea-
ther-weight compared with that which is to visit inactive
clergymen.''
" Ah, ah !" exclaimed my friend with an inquiring smile,
" pray what may that be ?"
" The unrighteous ministers of all denominations will be
condemned in the next world to pass their time in reading
all the bad sermons which have been written in this !"
And my host very naturally turned pale, as he remarked,
that such a penalty was beyond anything human to b^ur.
" But," said he, " it is only that witty infidel Heyne who
says so."
" Nay," said I, " Heyne expressly declares that Satan
told him so."
"Oh!" cried the priest, somewhat irreveraitly, as I
rOBEIGN SGEKES DEAWK BY ENGLISH HANDS. 219
thought, " Satan is by far too well-bred a person to enter-
tain so nnreasonable an idea !"
Teutsch Brod.
Bohemia is like an old soldier, but not the comfortable,
healthy, and soberly joyous veteran that may pass for the
allegory of other places. Bohemia, after centuries of war-
fare, and still abounding as she does in agates, topazes, and
emeralds, more nearly resembles the man-at-arms who has.
stoutly slain his foes, but who is himself lying on the field
of battle, decked in all his bravery, and dying of the wounds
which he has received in the fray. In so poor a condition
is Bohemia, and so little is done for her in her need. The
emperor, indeed, occasionally rides to Prague, and then
forthwith rides back again to Vienna ; but Bohemia derives
no advantage from this brief imperial curative process ; the
exhausted warrior does not recover at the mere sight of the
doctor.
This country possesses, however, one thing in uncommon
abundance — a respect for titles. This is carried to an extent
beyond anything I ever witnessed in any other country. I
asked a man yesterday, whom I met on the road, how far I
was from Stecken, and his reply was, " Saving your title !
about two miles;" meaning thereby, "As I have not the
honour to be acquainted with your rank, excuse me if I
do not call you Allerdu/rchlaiichtigst und Unubermndlichst
— exceedingly serene and very invincible ! — or you mcM/ be
Oro99machtig9t und Gnddig — uncommonly powerful and
tolerably gracious ; but, as there is nothing of that quality
apparent about you, excuse me if I do not expressly name
it ; nevertheless, you are about two miles from Stecken."
In the same spirit inns announce " Good accommodation
for [P. T.] travellers ;" the letters in brackets doing duty
for prwter tituhs ! and impljring, " Pardon me, all you who
are highnioble bom, immeasurably worthy, widely command-
ing, much beloved, very fevourable, greatly to be honoured^
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220 STEM PICTTJBES JlSB OLD PANELS.
high and worthily esteemed, or simply, gracious sir,* pardon
me if I do not distinguish such travellers by their titles;
but you are all, notwithstanding, welcome to the Dun Cow
and Muckslush Heath!" Lord Burleigh's celebrated dra-
matic nod bore not half so much meaning in it as do the
letters P. T. on the signboard of a Bohemian inn.
Such is the feeling here for titles, things which resemble
village ghosts ; every one knows there is nothing in them,
and yet bumpkins and children stand open-mouthed in their
presence.
In support of my statement that life in Teutsch Brod is
of much the same quality and hue as in other provincial
towns, I send you a specimen of the local scandal of our
petite ville.
Gottlieb Sacks is a miller, well to do in the world, with
his mill, his mansion, and his hopes, all fixed on the Sazawa
river. In his mill are three honest men and an abundance
of grist ; in his mansion a pretty young wife, who brought
him a fortune with some additional gentility; and in his
hopes there was nothing that a thriving miller might be
ashamed of. His mill went round merrily, his house was
the abode of cheerfulness, and his hopes were all gradually
realizing themselves, when the arrival of a philandering
young abbe, remarkable for his love of lobster-salad and
clean linen, brought a change over the spirit of the dream of
Gottlieb Sacks. The miQer was a rough, honest, rich fel-
low, ignorant of the entire universe outside his own parish.
The abbe had been to Paris, could speak Prench, and
condescended to talk to Prau Sacks of Biarritz and the
Empress Eugenie. Now Prau Sacks, having a soul, like
the negro's, considerably above buttons, soon began to expe-
rience more pleasure in listening to the abba's stories of the
* Hochedelgeboren, hochwiirdigst, hdchstgebietend, yielgeliebt, hoch-
geneigt, insonders geehrt, hoch-und-werthgeBchlitzt, gnfidiger Herr, etc.
roBEiair scenes dbawk by English hands. 221
Tuileries, Yersailles, and Montalembert, than to the un-
interesting details that were occasionally imparted to her by
her husband, touching markets, merchandise, and military
masses at Prague. The yisits of the abb6 to the lady, in the
absence of her lord, became more numerous and of longer
duration ; and though a few of the good-natured Frduleins
of the vicinity maintained, on the strength of their innocent
ignorance, that these yisits were entirely spiritual, and for
the soul's good of Frau Sacks, the older ladies of the neigh-
bourhood declared that they boded no good to any of the
parties, and that they were especially threatening to the
peace of mind and worldly welfare of the honest miller. As
for the men, they were as much divided in opinion as were
their wives and Oeliehten ; the bachelors looked upon the
abb6 as a bold, impudent young feUow, whose gown covered
a multitude of things of which the church takes no cogni-
sance, or only notices to condemn ; the married men, on the
other hand, laughed at the treason, but hated the traitor ;
and as the poet's '' damned good-natured friends" abound
on the Sazawa, even as they do on more homely streams,
so honest Gt)tt]ieb soon found himself bewildered by hints,
innuendoes, fierce alLusions, counsels to keep his heart up,
and a load of gratuitous advice to keep his choler down ; and
then such meaning smiles met him at house-doors, and he
encountered such expressive looks at street comers, and
such low whispers of grave import reached him from cottage
windows, that the jolly miller suddenly and unerpectedly
found himself labouring under a disorder, two of the symp-
toms of which were a strong mistrust of connubial fidelity
and an overpowering suspicion of the virtue and respecta-
bility of the Catholic Church.
At all the suburban parties of Teutsch Brod, extra muros,
the abb6 was the lion invited ; the miller, simply the miller^
tolerated; Frau Sacks, the cynosure of the small circle,
amiable because she was rich, and sought after because of
222 IfXW PIGTTJBES Al^B OLD PAITELS.
her own self-declared superiority to every earthly thing and
sublunary mortal that found themselyes in her neighbour-
hood. In truth, poor Sacks was a man to be pitied.
*' Semper habet litee, altemaque jturgia, lectus
lu quo nupta jaoet/'
He had married a fortune, which is certainly no subject
for commiseration ; he had done his best to increase it, in
which there is still less cause for pity ; his wife, moreover,
was descended, or would have you believe so, from Charle-
magne, and this might have been a source of some pride,
but it was so everlastingly rung in Gottlieb's ears that he at
last knew her pedigree better than his paternoster^ and pro-
foundly anathematized the great German Kaiser, as well as
every branch of his imperial genealogy. But it was in thi%
respect that Sacks was the son of tribulation, and worthy of
the sympathy of his contemporaries, as well as of all pos-
terity ; his lady was in one thing a perfect domestic fiend,
who, having discovered the most sensitive part of Sacks's
mental person, never missed the opportunity of scratching
it with a rusty nail whenever she deemed herself provoked,
and this was in wounding his pride and self-esteem by teU-
ing him, with an insufferable air of conviction, that her
money had made a gentleman of him, and that there was not
a spoke in the wheels of any one of his waggons that did not
come out of her pocket. When this draught of wormwood
was offered him he swallowed it, it is true, but not without
a volley of those expletive remonstrances which are only
bom in the excited bubbles that run riot in the veins of
Germans and Irishmen. It was after one of these occiu*-
rences which light up homes with a fiendish glare, and
where a suspicion of brimstone takes place of the perfume
of domestic felicity, that Gottlieb and his chain-companion
attended a sovree, marked, as all those intellect-slaying
things are, by cold tea, small talk, bad music, worse singing,
lying compliments, and an impatience to go home again.
70BEIGN SCENES DSAWK BY EXOLISH HAXBS. 223
And there, too, was the abb6, all smiles and smooth chin, —
his attentions becoming divided between administering them
in small doses to the married ladies generally ; and in verj
full measure, according to old physical practice, to Frau
Sacks in particular.
The miller wished himself a very damp body, three days
old, at the bottom of his own mill-dam.
And then he reflected, that, as everything was wisely
ordained, it was, doubtless, better that he was not lying on
his back in the mill-dam ; and that Heaven had probably
preserved him from such a locality, in order that he might
live to horsewhip the abbe.
Now Sacks scorned to take an undue advantage of any
man ; and, becoming religiously convinced that Providence
had destined him to be the instrument of castigation to the
priest, he took the opportunity of whispering the same into
his ear, as the latter was engaged in whispering something
more tender, and less terrible, into the ear of the lady of
the mill.
The abb6 turned upon the miller a glance like that which
the archangel Michael vouchsafes towards his former friend
Lucifer, in G-uido's picture of the rebellious angels, — a look
which seems to say, " I'm sorry for you ; but you would
have it ! It is with extreme regret thal^ I lend you this
irresistible and undeniable kick ; but why did you disturb
me ? You have come across my path, and, upon my honour,
it is my intention to thoroughly beat you, in consequence.*'
Sacks felt that quite as much as this was legible in the
cool, contemptuous, and decided look of the tonsured Love-
lace ; but he sought to arm himself by thinking of every
wronged miller in history, and how their biographers declare
that they avenged themselves. His course of reading, how-
ever, not supplying him with examples, he went home with
his wife, and a fixed determination to fashion a precedent
for himself.
224 ITEW PICTUBES AJSTD OLD PAKELS.
Sacks's ideas of precedents do not appear to have had
much affinity with those which you may purchase at Mr.
Butterworth's Law Library: they turned rather towards
shaping a crabstick, not according to the line of beauty,
which is said to be a graceful curve, and which certainly
does not apply to backs, but in a menacing, rigid, straight
line, such as Nature abhors ; not merely the lady so called,
but that peccant, personal nature of the man who sees a
weapon, and is conscious that he merits chastisement.
Having done this Sacks put his precedent up the chimney
of his best stove, to season it.
And then the gods who cause extremes to meet, and who
had been for some time watching the course of events, of
which Sacks was the centre, speedily effected a proximation,
and finally a conjunction, between the offended virtue of the
miller and the impudent boldness of the abbe ; while Frau
Sacks looked on at the collision with the feeling of a railroad
constable who sees two trains run into each other, knows
that it has happened through his own neglect, and is un-
comfortably certain that the consequences will fall upon his
own head.
Li spitC/ of the miller's innuendo, the young abb6 still
resorted to the zweytes Friihstuck, the luncheon, the lobster-
salad, and the Hungarian wine of Sacks's wife ; but, whatever
gloss he affected to give to these morning calls, and however
quietly and fiirtively they were resorted to in the absence of
Sacks himself, the future cardinal could as little conceal
from himself as from the vigilant public of the vicinity that
he was most uncomfortably in love, and did not know how
to extricate himself.
But Fate and the miller lent each a hand to help him out
of his difficulties.
One pleasant morning, when Sacks and the sun were both
out, — the former supposed to be halfway on his road to
Prague, and the latter felt to be looking out from his home
TOBEIGK SOEKES DBA.WI7 BY ENGLISH HAITDS. 225
just over their heads, the priest and the lady were seen cross-
ing an '' English garden/' as they call such places here, but
in reality an enclosure, which, for want of a better com-
parison, I may say very closely resembled Sion Park. The
abb6 was in adyance of the lady, far enough off to induce
unobservant persons to imagine that he was on horseback
with regard to principles, yet near enough to converse with
the post equitem fair one, — a curious arrangement of \^ha-
racter, but you must remember that one of the dramatis
persona was a son of the church, and that such a person
ought to recoil from all dangerous bits of muslin, a^ I did
ten days since from the bed to which I was shown by an
obsequious waiter of a village inn, who informed me that it
was perfectly clean, as no one had slept in it but his own
grandmother, an old crone of ninety-two, whom I had noticed
sitting in the sun at the door, struggling with dirt, disease,
lengthened days, and threatening death.
While the half-happy, half-frightened pair were thus
crossing the park, another couple. Sacks and his crabstick,
were reclining against a tree with evident symptoms of agi-
tation about both of them. The only steady portion of the
proper person of the miller was his eyes, tod these were
fixed with a basilisk gleam upon his " Poll and his partner
Joe." He was no sooner seen than the priest telegraphed
the lady to go back ; and as this signal denoted a foregone
conclusion, was miching mallecTio, as Hamlet says, and meant
mischief. Sacks at one bound was at the side of the abb6,
his crabstick on the side of the abbe's head, and the abbe
himself on his side upon the ground. The lady shrieked,
called her husband a brute, and then tenderly adjured him,
by her virtue, to desist, and for her baby's sake not to agi-
tate her ; but the miller made a reply which, if interpreted,
would signify that she had not any, used with a reference
less to babies than to virtue. In the meantime the abbe,
who was no Sir Geoffrey Hudson, having resumed the per-
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226 KEW FICTUBES AJSTD OLD FAl^LS.
pendicular, gaye his antagonist a taste of the horusontal;
but Sacks was up again like a cork, and away thej went at
it like French Falconers. The " femme malheureuse, inno-
cente et persecut^e" rushed between; but mortal women
do not come off from such interferences more successfully
than goddesses ; and as Venus herself was wounded by that
^tolian gentleman whose wife ^giale was a mythological
Frau Sacks, so the latter retired from the struggle de-
spoiled of a portion of her woman's finery and three false
curls. The abb6 picked Up the latter, kissed them, and
fled; the miller, well contented with his victory, turned
down to his mill ; and the lady hired a chaise deposte, and
started in high indignation and damp straw to Trautenau.
She had not, however, proceeded a league when a strong in-
clination possessed her to indulge in hysterics ; but, reflect-
ing that there was no one by to witness her performance, she
ordered the chaise back, with the intention of getting up a
strictly private family exhibition at home. On her arrival
there, she found the children in bed, and her husband not
returned; and then came another reflection, that the place
looked so comfortable, and the babies so rosy, that it would
be a pity to leave them ; whereupon she put her feet in
warm water, drank a comfortable lait de poule, and went to
bed, with the fixed determination of acknowledging to her
Ueher Mcmn, that she had been more foolish than criminal,
and was heartily sorry for it. And this determination ap-
pears to have been followed by salutary effects ; and it was
quite exemplary to see the bearing of the reconciled couple
next morning at mass, which was celebrated neither by the
abb6 nor in his presence. He has been formally denied ac-
cess to the church ; and a pious Serzoginn of the vicinity
has declared that she will withdraw her patronage from di-
vine service should he ever appear there again. His eccle-
siastical principal is kind-hearted enough to be desirous of
copying the forgiving propensities of the miller ; but, not-
70BEIGl!r SCSHE8 DBAWK BY ENGLISH HANDS. 327
withstanding this, the young abb6 will be ruined ; for his
superior is of that order, that he dare not run counter to
the commands of a duchess : he is a grave, excellent man?
and fond of the church, but so under the slipper of the Her-
zoginn, that, were she to require it, he would stand on his
head on the steeple, throw a summerset three times, and
grin through a horse-coUar.
HHnfiki.
I have come thus &r out of my way to hear a mass, a
distance something short of that performed by the Iberian
who went on foot from Spain to Padua, only for the purpose
of looking upon old Titus Livius. The companion of my jour-
ney was a stout young descendant of that mysterious tribe
which a few centuries back inundated Europe, — coming
men knew not where, and going themselves knew not
whither; a tribe which, like our old familiar friend the
crow, is the visitor, the wayfarer, or the dweller in all lands,
and yet is unlike honest John Corvus in never having trod-
den down a blade of grass throughout the whole length and
breadth of that happy Hibernia which '' rose from out the
azure main," with an innate antipathv to frogs, toads, ser-
pente. gipsies, modesty, and Saxons. *
A stalwart, honest, good-humoured labourer was mj
young gipsy. K he loved anything supereminently, it was
schnapps ; next to that, he had an affection for a pretty girl
called Zulnicq, who came from Hungary, and who, having
never lived in a house, was fearful of uniting her fate with
my friend Czatoschek, who possessed a hut with a roof to it,
lest the confinement, and the new habits of life attendant
on it, should cause her death.
Czatoschek amused me greatly with his description ot
Zulnicq ; but he interested me still more by his tales and
reminiscences of old gipsy life. The number of his brethren
in Bohemia is now but small ; in his grandfather's time they
formed a very large and menacing body. [Plena omnia
228 mSW PI0T1TBE8 AKD OLD PAITELS.
gypsof] One of their very strange metbods of taking pos-
session of a district was to appear in it totally naked, and
thus drive the more delicate inhabitants from the neighbour-
hood; they would thus brave the terrors of a Bohemian
winter, as hardy as the monks in Russia mentioned by the
great Lord Bacon, who, for penance, woidd sit a whole night
of mid-winter in a vessel full of water, till they were more
inextricably frozen in it than was the brewer of Brentford's
steamer in Boothia Felix.
"Strangers who saw them at early dawn," said Czato-
schek, " rising thus naked from their couch on the bare
ground, thought that the Besurrection had commenced ; so
gaunt, grisly, and ghastly was the appearance they made.
But they soon convinced," added he, "those who tarried to
watch them, that their business was more at present to com-
mit violence than to be judged for it ; and the curious often
paid dearly enough for what they saw or strove to see."
" And I conclude," said I, " that such a life was death to
them."
"Death!" exclaimed the gipsy ; "they would never have
died, had not the accursed law slain them."
He thrust his hand deep into the bosom of an undervest,
and, taking thence a soiled piece of leather, which enclosed
a time- coloured and time-worn square of paper, he placed
the latter in my hands.
" There," said he, " is the instrument which cleared Bo-
hemia and Saxony of my ancestors, the sons of the spirit.
My own great-grandfather tore it from the church-door,
when he was liable to be shot like a wolf for simply appear-
ing there ; as it was, they only chopped his hands off, and
burnt him alive, for having touched their temple with his
polluted fingers. May misery cling, to the last generation,
round the souls and bodies of the descendants of all who
were concerned in conceiving or executing the wrong that
was done to my fathers !"
TOBEIGIir SCSITES DRAWS BY ENGLISH HAITDS. 229
I took the paper from the hand of mj not too Christian-
like companion, and I thought he might have put an addi-
tional qualifying adjective before his grandfather, as I read
the words and date, "Most gracious decree, a. d. 1722."
This decree, so styled, went on to inform the Saxons, that a
band of gipsies, amounting to 1500 men, had lately withdrawn
from Hesse, and taken refuge in the Thuringian forest.
" These," said the exceedingly gracious decree, " with all
their possessions and valuables, are not only given up as
prizes, prey, and plunder, to all Christian men, but all good
Saxon subjects are strictly enjoined to shoot them down
wherever they may be found, or in any otherwise slay them ;
and for this no man shall call any of our loving subjects in
question. On the contrary, wherever and whenever these
robbers appear, we command all good men and true imme-
diately to strike the church and alarum bells, that the militia
and Jagerey may assemble, and unite with all faithful citi-
zens, in hunting down, and doing these heathen bandits to
death."
" And this was done, too," cried Czatoschek, as I finished
reading ; and he looked at me as if he would fain ask what
I thought of it.
"A most savage and inhuman decree!" said I. " Your
ancestors might have been reclaimed by gentler means.
However, the severe remedy has been productive of its good
results; for, if you be less in numbers, you have the in-
creased enjoyments of civilization."
"Ah!" exclaimed the gipsy, with 'a grim smile, "that's
true! we have gained by civilization, — famine, taxes, con-
tempt, and the conscription. Before we were civilized, we
had plenty, for we took it. We owed no man tribute, for
we levied it. We incurred no contempt, for we inspired
fear. And they needed no conscription who were willing
soldiers against all who looked defiance at them, and the
foes of all men whose fathers had despoiled us, by leaving
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their sons more wealth than was healthy for them8d.Ye8, or
right in the eye of gipsy law.*'
" Well," thought I, as we came in view of this little town,
'' there are two classes with whom there is no arguing ; the
half-educated, who are too conceited to be convinced, and
the half-savage, whose truths are more than half-drunken,
and cannot be wholly gainsaid.''
Hlmski
Czatoschek and X took our way leisurely to this place,
where we arrived just in time to be present at the mass, the
assisting at which was the purpose of my journey. I say
we, but the truth is that the gipsy was engaged in an occu-
pation that would have shocked Father Mathew, and the
entire convent at Hammersmith, while I was attending a
celebration in honour of St. Apollonia and her teeth. At
the great church, I found an unusually full attendance,
made in honour of a saint who, properly invoked, can shame
the powers of Gregorian paste in her well-attested cures of
the toothache, and before whom whole hogsheads of soothing
elixirs become powerless compared with what this canonized
lady can do in relieving pains which have taken up a po-
sition in that hollow membranous portion of the human
frame divine, which is placed mostly in the left hjrpochron-
drium, immediately under the diaphragm, and in an oblique
position between the liver and the spleen. I hardly thought
it astonishing that a defunct lady, who engages to effect bo
much as the fair Apollonia does, for the small outlay of a
few paternosters and a, little faith, should be honoured by
such a train of supplicating followers. They who had had
the toothache during the preceding year, and had recovered
therefrom, went to bless the lady for their recovery. They
who had never grinned beneath that pleasant infliction went
to thank the saint for their happy exemption. While the
actual suflferers, with venomed anguish, cheek swollen, and
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gum throbbing, groaned forth their impatient prayers for
deliyery, and perspired with pain, out of the two millions,
three thousand, and four hundred pores which perforate the
becullendered sur&ce of us and our fellow-men.
It was a thing to smile at, to hear the service begin with
the " Domine Misereatur," and some two thousand victims,
naturally cry, as they gnashed their incisors, " O Lord, have
mercy ! " That none might forget the object of their prayers,
a figure of St. Apollonia was exhibited in the body of the
church. This representative of the lady of Alexandria was
a wax doll of some four feet in height, painted and dressed
as nothing of humanity ever was painted and dressed, — ex-
cept, perhaps, the aristocracy of those demoiselles in Paris,
whose names are inscribed at the dep6t of the prefecture,
and who look like figures from the *■ Journal des Modes' run
mad with exaggeration. The face was painted up to the
eyes of a brickdust vermilion, and the eyes had a leer in
them very unbecoming a saint. The dress consisted of a
bright yellow poplin skirt, — the gift, perhaps, of some Irish
sufferer, who had tried creosote in vain. From the hem of
the skirt to the height of the knees ran a border of gigantic
sky-blue, light green, and scarlet flowers ; the body was of
bright cherry -eoloured satin, covered with dust, and coming
down in 'front to a point, like the boddice of our old friend
Mrs. Quickly, of the Boar's Head, Eastcheap ; and there
was sham lace enough at the top of it to fill half-a-dozen
pairs of wide-spreading buskins of even Lauzun himself,
when he was at the very high top-gallant of his foppery. A
coquettish cap surmounted the head. ^ In one hand she bore
what may have been a sword, or a leek, it imitated nature
so abominably ; the other held an awful forceps, grasping a
still more awftd tooth. With this graphic curiosity addressed
to the eyes, and with a distinctly delivered biographical ser-
mon addressed to the ear, and which served as a running
commentary on the counterfeit representation, I contrived
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to learn that the original of the figure before us was a native
of Alexandria, and that she was by no means to be con-
founded with the Apollonia of Borne, who was gifted with
no power in cases of dental anguish, and with whose esta-
blishment the dark Egyptian wished it to be expressly xm-
derstood there was no connection whatever. Neither was
she to be mistaken for the modest young saint of Cologne?
one of the ten thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine who
perished with St. Ursula, rather than connect themselves with
their Hunnish admirers by a species of marriage which had
as little of holiness about it as a modem union vamped up
in a Whig registry office.
In the year 252, according to the best authorities, said
our rotund little preacher, were the heathens of Alexandria
incited, by a devil's messenger of a sorcerer, to rise and ex-
terminate the large number of Christians, who then openly
professed their faith in that celebrated city. Among the
number of the latter was our Apollonia, whose pious father
had been previously hacked in pieces, and afterwards supere-
rogatorily, as it seemed to me, stoned to death, her mother
having experienced an equally comfortable end at the hands
of her fanatic persecutors. By these parents, who were of
noble condition, the young candidate for canonization was
educated in that faith which, in those days, generally brought
death with it to its professors. When her hour of trial had
arrived, her residence was attacked by a furious mob, who
burnt the house, plundered the property, and carried the
mistress into painful captivity. Here, as she cursed their
gods, and refused to acknowledge any but Christ the Lord,
they attacked her with stones, struck her with clenched fists,
and used her otherwise so tmmenschlichy as the preacher de-
clared her biographers to assert, that her lips swelled mon-
strously, the blood flowed from her mouth and nostrils, her
eyes were beaten black and blue, and her teeth were loosened
in their sockets. After a pause to refresh their zeal, these
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amiable upholders of their own faith renewed their argu-
ments to proye the soundness of their opinions, by tearing
open her lips and cheeks ; her teeth were knocked out of
their gums, some, as wtB were gravely told, being driven
down her throat, and some falling out on the ground ; and,
at this moment, with her mouth and lips in such an undeni-
able condition for singing, she struck up " mit frohlochender
Stimm," a cheerful hymn of defiance to her enemies, and
glory to God.
As she still continued recusant and obstinate, a stake was
erected, and a fire kindled ; but Apollonia, anticipating the
intentions of her merciless tormentors, and recommending
to God all who should thenceforward call upon her name
leaped into the fiames, and died, like the phoBnix, to rise
still more gloriously out of her ashes.
If only half this story were true, such a victim would de-
serve, at least, the respect of posterity ; but the Eomish
Church founds its honour of the saint rather in what fol-
lowed her death than on what they say preceded it. Accord-
ing to Valentinus Leucthius, her friends found her body,
perfectly uninjured, among the remains of the fire ; — and, if
they did, they were well justified in their admiration there-
upon, though they treated it themselves with less regard
than had been shown by the discriminating fiames, for they
cut off the head and despatched it to Eome, while her teeth
were distributed among a score of religious houses and
churches in various parts of Europe, among which the holy
Boman empire was presented with two, an incisor and a
grinder ; the foretooth I had the felicity of seeing at Bonn .
the dens molar makes Hlinski for ever, and still after, glorious.
This once useful and ornamental occupier of a portion of the
alveolar process of the young Alexandrian was, on the ter-
mination of the sermon, solemnly exhibited to the faithful
and the suffering, who had assembled to do honour to the
festival of the saint. In front of the figure stood a young
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priest with the sacred relic, properly protected, in his hand ;
and the whole of the congregation, reverently passing be-
tween the doll and the deacon, kissed the glass chaste in
which the tooth lay, the priest raising it to the lips of the
worshipers with his left hand, and, after each kiss of hope,
gratitude, or deprecation, gently wiping the surface with a
napkin which he held in his right. And so the assembly
separated, in full confidence that a lady, who could not pre-
serve her own teeth, is perfectly capable of preserving those
of other people. Bollandus even says that she is an infallible
stomachic corroborative ; and if all the cures he cites be well
attested, all that I have finally to remark is, that galangals
and pimpinella are nothing to her. A good word from her
is more effective than canella alba, or cardamoms; If &he
be but propitious, carduus benedictus and the four carmina-
tive seeds are leather and prunella in comparison ; and if she
smile, you need purchase neither daucus creticus nor sweet
nitre, nor will you be called upon to borrow from a neigh-
bour any of the soothing compounds, whether essences,
tinctures, sal volatile sylvii, or the real stomachic elixir.
Another of her profound biographers declares that she may
be very safely invoked in cases of headache, as well as in
other afflictions, which I do not choose to mention; and
that she c^n cure them as easily as she can the pains of a
raging tooth, — and, truly, I believe she may !
Prague.
My journey from Hlinski to Prague was, after all, not
performed in pedestrian fashion. Being afraid of growing
over-luxurious, I engaged a place in a public vehicle, which
I suppose is patronized by the Eoman Catholic government
of Boliemia, that its subjects may perform penance without
losing time. There is not a country in the world so primi-
tive in its travelling arrangements as Bohemia ; roads, inns,
vehicles, and horses, are all as they were two centuries ago ;
FOBEiair SCEKES DBAWK BY ENGLISH HANDS. 235
nothing has flourished in old Bohmerland but the manufac-
ture of glass and a hatred towards Austria. As long back
as 1571, the authorities undertook to improve trayelling, but
the undertaking has never been carried into effect; and
vrhere a few advantages have crept in, it has been owing to
the chapter of accidents and the spread of civilization. In
the good bj-gone days, public carriages ran (no, not ran, for
of that enormity a German conveyance was never guilty),
crawled rather, but at the periods of the great fairs of Frank-
fort and Leipzig. And then the departure was a scene in-
deed. Even now the starting of Teutonic trains of travellers
has something exciting and mysterious about it ; but, a cen-
tury or two back, there was only the assembling and march-
ing of a somewhat undisciplined army that could be com-
pared to it. At the periods to which I refer, the respective
governments of Germany paternally undertook to see their
subjects safe to the great emporiums of commerce; they
defended them from peril as long as they travelled on busi-
ness, but they left them exposed to the dangers of the route
■whenever they were unwise enough to leave their stove-sides
and roam over the land, for pleasure. Now, fancy a morn-
ing near fair time, of any year between 1571 and 1806, the
Leipzig or Frankfort visitors all assembled at a given hour,
and having paid their debts at the inn, and their dues to the
landlord's voluminously petticoated womankind, congregated
in front of the Palace of the Fiirst, to whom they owed alle-
giance, or thanks for safe conduct. While standing about
in knots, and groups, and all other ways into which crowds
are apt and accustomed to divide, a very portly troop of
over-fed horses and plethoric dragoons, who had been pre-
scribed equestrianism for their health's sake, rode on to the
Platz, and looked down with a very sufficient and reasonable
degree of contempt on the honest people for whose escort
they had been chosen, and in whose behalf they were bound
to draw their swords, provided only that their horses would
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stand steady, and their short arms could get far enough
round their punchy bodies to enable them to extricate, by
dint of good pulling, the dreaded weapons from their vener-
able sheaths. These military gentlemen having taken their
places, and recovered their breath after five minutes' trot-
ting from the stables, general attention and reverence were
excited by the appearance of the fat, asthmatic waggon-
coaches advancing with all their honourable last year's dust
upon them, and, afber perambulating the grand square, to
the great admiration of the civilians, and the professional in-
difference of the pursy Paladins, settling down with great
gravity and some difficulty, beneath the very windows of
the father of his people. And then ensued a solemn mo-
ment! The bedroom-window of the good-natured prince
was seen to open, and that august individual himself stood
in the presence of his people, anxious sympathy in his heart,
and a white cotton nightcap, tied round with a cherry-
coloured ribbon, on his head. By his side stood the people's
mamma, equally primitive, both in costume and feelings .
while the olive-branches of the family were peering through
the blinds of an upper window, all wonder and delight at
the magnificence of the family to which they belonged, and
the multitude of subjects over which that family exercised
its paternal sway. A momentary silence ensued, after which
the adventurous travellers took their seats, with due observ-
ance of precedency, and the prince having given them a
paternal blessing, and bidden them a friendly adieu, the
caravan set but with grave enthusiasm for its destination.
In the personal journey of which I am now to speak, we
had much fun. A very joyous company we were, though
some among us were invalids. We formed a train of five
stout-built, heavily laden diligences ; we exchanged civilities,
grapes, books, puns, and newspapers, on the road ; we were
as good-natured neighbours when driving gently by each
other J we became acquaintances when we all dismounted to
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ascend some hill, more discernible to the eyes of our taaselled,
feathered, and be-bugled postilions than to ourselves ; ac-
quaintances ripened into intimacies before we resumed our
-well-worn places ; and when we all met at midday to dine,
-we were as old friends meeting after a long separation ; and
-we had snatches of song in all tongues, and jokes in a thou-
sand dialects, and mysterious communings with hostesses,
and smiles from the mddchens, and good humour from the
liosts, who invariably slapped him on the shoulder whose
Teutonic power of speaking was smaD in itself, and execrable
in manner, swearing that he spoke G-erman like the very
angels, who, as is well known in Deutschland, speak nothing
else.
Of the half-dozen individuals who occupied the interior
and quorum para (intermediate) fui, two were English ; one
was from Hungary ; the fourth was a Jew, who knew every
stone of every city in Europe, and was cousin to all Duke's
Place, with a touch of consanguinity not far removed from
St. Bevis Marks ; the fifth was a pretty, talkative girl of
eighteen, journeying to Leipzig, with good will, equal quali-
fications, and a score of golden Fredericks, to undertake the
office of governess in a family distinguished by the un-
doubted von, and untarnished by a suspicion of the genuine-
ness of its nobility. The sixth person was a slender young
man, attired, like Hamlet, in a suit of sables, cut in theatri-
cal fiishion. He was a most amusing companion, for he had
not only been everywhere, but he recollected all about it ;
he had read everything, and remembered it; and seemed
equally conversant with every subject, from the architecture
of the heavens to the raising of artichokes. He was pretty
severely tried too, particularly by the Hungarian, whom, on
getting into the co^h, I took for a runaway journeyman tailor,
who had committed some horrid crime, and, in his eagerness
to escape, had forgotten to condescend to the vulgarity of
washing himself. I never had been more mistaken, for the
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wretched, sickly-looking being was a professor in a German
college, and had a mind as brilliant as the case in which it
was enshrined was begrimed, unseemly, and worthless. He
seemed to be familiar with all languages ; to know every
written history ; to have imbibed, and to have been men-
tally nourished by, every philosophy; to have loved the
poetry of all nations, as well as the citizens who dwelt in
them. He quoted Horace with as much fluency, gusto,
and rapturous delight, as James Hannay ; he sang whole
odes in ecstatic enthusiasm ; he seemed, indeed, to have
a passion for the old Eoman tongue, for in the course
of one day he sang not less than some hundred lays, princi-
pally touching the Falemian and the fair ones, and from
sources of every degree of inspiration.
I shall never forget the scene which occurred at the door
of an inn between Kuttemberg and Kolin. Just as our
carriage halted, he was yet singing a modem Latin anacre-t
ontic, that has been for years the delight of all Grerman
students. A group of these very scholars were assembled
in front of the inn, watching our arrival ; they no sooner
heard the well-known lay, than their voices were instantly
raised in chorus. They rushed to the carriage, from the
window of which the cAe^ Hungarian had thrust himself
that he might salute as he sang. To tear open the door,
carry him out, and seat him at their table, was but the work
of a moment. The ^ve diligences were tenantless in an
instant; the company within the house thronged to take
part in the scene without. A glass was now in every hand,
corks were flying in every direction, wine was sparkling in
every glass ; the toast was given (" Es lebe Deutschland ! —
Deutschland soil leben, hoch!") — the wine was quafled —
the song was renewed — ^the host was paid, and within five
minutes we were all again in our carriages, which departed
under a salutation of choruses (fired from on all sides) of
the song which had given rise to the joyous episode. We
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were far on our way when we could still hear its echoes,
and we raised our own voices in answer to them, shouting —
'* Ghiudeamus igitur juyenes dmn sumus !
Post jucandam juyentutem, ,
Poet molestam senectutem,
Nob habebit, nos habebit, nos habebit tumulus ! "
The excitement must have continued for a long time on the
side of our young friends, for when we had got about a
league on our way, we heard the song approaching, and
shortly after some dozen of these madcaps galloped up on
horses they had possibly seized for the very freak, and after
shouting the gaudeamus igitur till their delight seemed
perfectly uncontrollable, they darted ahead, once more re-
turned, and finally left us with a feu-de-joie of salutations.
" Yivat Pannonia! " was screamed at the very top of their
glad voices, in honour of our Hungarian ; "Yivat Britannia!"
was awarded as loudly to my humble self; and we having
duly acknowledged the compliment by making the expected
reply, " Vivat mater Germania!" the troop rode away, after
looking oiir Hamlet-attired companion steadily in the face,
and shouting, " It is lie! — it is he ! May the king of his art
live for ever!^*
If our theatrical-looking friend had been the object of our
speculations before, he of course was doubly so now ; and
our curiosity about him was certainly excited to a high
pitch. But he evaded all the attempts we could, consistent
with civility, make ; till at length, in our despair, and tired
of trying innuendo in vain, 1 charged him openly with being
Madame Dudevant ; but a very senseless, gross, and ground-
less accusation was comprised in such a charge, — for our
fellow-traveller was modest, and neither smoked nor indulged
in any of the refined coarseness by which we are apt to dis-
tinguish the femme errante, who loves to make virtue look
like vice, and after composing pages of magnificent senti-
ment, counteracted by more stupendous vice, unblushingly
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signs her venomous production with the name of George
Sand.
My " Great Unknown" did not even negatively shake his
head ; but he quietly smiled, as you have often seen him
smile : and he smiled still more, but enlightened us nothing,
as we pronounced him in turn to be Abd-el-Kader, the
President of the United States, Mr. Gladstone, going to the
Ionian Islands, or the patriarch of Constantinople. But
all was useless, and we were fain to be satisfied with the
assurance, that before we reached Prague he would afford us
some solid reason for guessing more narrowly at the identity
of one who had evidently been the object of a wager among
the gay sons of study who had lately ridden after us to con-
vince themselves, by once more looking upon him. After
this assurance, we again fell into our old course of alter-
nately talking, reading, singing, asking riddles, and pro-
foundly bowing, while we uttered the word Prosit ! when
any one of our little society indulged in the pleasant extra-
vagance of a sneeze. It was then that, taking advantage of
a lull in the conversation, the pseudo-Dane addressed him-
self to the young lady who was going to Leipzig ; and, after
speaking with her on different and indifferent subjects, he,
by a natural course of converse, got upon the much-vexed
questions of the various coins in Germany, and the loss
incurred by taking them into states where they were not
current. The dialogue terminated by the young lady exhi-
biting her stock of gold Fredericks, and asking him his
opinion as to her probable gain or loss by taking them into
Saxony. He looked gravely at them for a moment, as they
lay in her lap, and then, taking up a dozen, as gravely pro-
nounced them to be perfectly worthless ; an oracular senti-
ment which was followed by his (even more gravely still, if
that were possible) flinging them, one after the other, out
of the window, into the road. If the lady was so thunder-
struck that she could not scream, we, on our parts, were
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SO astounded, that we saw the dazzling pieces pass by our
eyes on to the highway without an attempt to check him.
Grave as he was, this atrocious act was performed with some
rapidity ; yet every piece was thrown out singly, and counted
as it flew. Our surprise and our silence were great, but
both bad an ^id ; and then the unfortunate lady screamed
in such earnest, and we ourselves stormed so loudly, that
the coupe was startled from its propriety. The whole train
of coaches stopped, and the passengers poured out with
inquiring sympathy and short pipes to know the cause of
the turmoil. The scene was impayahle : we were all so
agitated by various impulses and emotions, that the truth
was imparted to the inquirers only by jerks, as it were ; and
our agitation was not diminished by the fact, that when it
was at its greatest, and we could scarcely find utterance, the
felon himself quietly put in a sort of prompting word to
help us on with our story. Babel was nothing to the uproar
which ensued ; some stormed, some threatened the rascal
with the police, some offered the lady eau de Cologne ; one
presented her with a peach (the impudent criminal himself
committed this aggravating piece of gallantry), and others
were occupied groping on the dusty road for the lost coin.
No money, however, was to be found ; but in exchange
there was a great deal of indignation ; the gentlemen talked
of summary vengeance ; the Hungarian recommended some-
thing in every language, but was not intelligible in any ; the
poor lady sobbed aloud, and in a fit of grief, thoughtlessness,
and thirst, took a bite at the peach, which she had hitherto
held unconsciously in her hand. In an instant her mouth
was full of Fredericks, and unimaginable expletives of joy;
she nearly swallowed two in her surprise, though the latter
was not so great but that, amid the roars of laughter which
pealed and echoed around, she found time to count her
store, and with a doubtful look, half fear, half fun, she
pronounced four missing. All eyes were turned upon the
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necromancer, who dramaticallj pointed to a pursy little
gentleman who had been loudest in expressing his indigna-
tion, and bade us shake him. GThis we did with right good
will, and down dropped the fugitive pieces firom the legs of
his lower dress. The laughter did not overturn the coaches,
but it was quite loud enough to have shaken Olympus. The
magician asked us what we deserved for having stopped a
quiet traveller like him on his way ; and we answered by
unanimously condemning ourselves to a penalty of cham-
pagne at our dinner quarters ; solemnly inflicting a double
fine upon the stumpy gentleman upon whose person the
Predericks had been discovered.
And oh ! the joyous dinner that followed this freak ! the
droll things that were said ! the more wonderful ones that
were done ! the champagne-wisdom of our explanations to
account for the ocular deception of having seen the money
flying out of the window ! and the sagacious folly of ac-
counting for its presence in the unbroken peach, or in the
pursy little gentleman's trousers ! On one thing, however,
we were agreed, with a unanimity that would have done
honour to the dramatis personce of the ' Critic,' and that was,
that this feat we had witnessed could only have been per-
formed by one being out of Germany, and by one man in it,
— the former is the spirit who has more aliases than an Old
BaUey initiate, the latter the then wonder-working Dobler.
Loudly we toasted the wonder-worker by the latter proper
name ; but he modestly shook his head, and only returned
thafnks, on our quaffing our pickle-dishes of champagne in
honour of " the king of his art."
" It was Dobler," said the little man to me, as we met a
day or two afterwards in Prague.
" Or Cagliostro," said I, " or Julius Agrippa, or Albertus
Magnus — "
" Or the devil!" interrupted he.
" Most likely of all," said I ; " and when we go to see
I'OEEIGIT SCSlinBS DBAWK BY EK&LISH HAITDS. 243
him to-night at the Schauspielhaus, we will clear up the
doubt by the shape of his hoofs and the fashion of his tail.'*
When a traveller begins to fall short in the article of
adventure, the next best thing that can possibly happen to
him is to meet with those who have been more fortunate.
This is somewhat my case since I have been in Prague;
events have been scarce, but I have those around me who
have experienced a more abundant share. Two brother-
wanderers who have been botanizing in Dalmatia are my
fellow-lodgers, and we dine daily at the table of our land-
lord, who is a sort of barber-surgeon by profession, and who
was bom vdth a double endowment from the hands of that
fairy who is said to preside at the birth of every Bohemian.
It is customary, on the recurrence of family events so in-
teresting as the latter, for the said sprite to endow the young
stranger at once with intelligence; and having done this,
and made him capable of comprehending the alternative
about to be submitted to him, she gravely shows him a violin
in one hand, and a purse in the other. According to the
choice made, so does the newly-born BoJimer become a thief
or a musician ; stays at home to filch purses, or in course of
time goes over to the Philharmonic in London, and buries
for a time all the Ernsts, Potts, Joachims, and Prospere
Saintons in temporary oblivion. But our host showed him-
self at his birth a Bohemian of ambitious spirit ; he seized
both purse and fiddle ; and Guxzaia (for so is he called) has
been ever since a continually improving and most rascally
genius. Pull of contradictions is the fellow; he is tall,
lean, close-cropped, and as ugly as the ci-devant city cham-
berlain ; and yet, like that incarnation of horror, he is, par
excellence, an admirer of the fair sex, and lays his devoirs at
their feet with all the grace of a donkey. . He is called a
magister or patron of surgery ; high-sounding terms which
are given to the very lowest practitioners. Law as his
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degree is, it puzzles any one but himself to know how he
reached it ; and I yerily believe that even he is puzzled to
know how he maintains it. It was but the other day he
pronounced an old lady to have died of asthma ; on opening
the body, it proved to be something with a deceptive name,
tending to apoplexy. " Apoplexy or asthma," said this self-
possessed man of science to his medical colleague, — "apoplexy
or asthma is precisely the same thing ; laborious respiration,
disturbance of circulation, danger of suffocation, wiU equally
render the types of one or the other ; and he who dies of
pulmonic asthma may be said to be deceased of apoplexy
also ; antepileptics, antihysterics, and antispasmodics, are of
as little use to the moribund dying of the one as arteriotomy,
scarification of the occiput, and the actual cautery, are to.
an individual dying of the other, — er^o, the conclusion is
evident, that apoplexy and asthma differ but in name." The
medical colleague smiled; and as Guxzaia, with a look of
infinite meaning, remarked that he (the colleague) would say
nothing to the friends of the deceased of apoplexy, as he
had first uttered the word asthma, my friend wished him a
good morning. Guxzaia was nothing abashed; he coolly
reiterated, " They are the same thing ; but the prejudices of
ignorant people are worse than both."
His knowledge of the fine arts is about equal to that he
possesses of the sciences. He has, by some means or other,
obtained a Berretini ; according to his own style of reason-
ing, there is very little doubt about the matter, and it is as
much a Berretini as apoplexy is asthma. It is a large pic-
ture, perfectly invisible to the delighted eye of the amateur,
the subject of which might be called anything by everybody.
But Guxzaia maintains it to be a Berretini, and by ad-
mirable logic ; as, for example, all Berretinis are in a dila-
pidated condition : this is very dilapidated ; consequently,
this is an excellent Berretini. Now our patron barber-
surgeon, under the impression that he can cover canvas
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more advantageously, has, ever since he has been in posses-
sion of the so-named production of the great artist of Cor-
tona, been smitten with an idea that he can excel him. He
has certainly outdone himself, and several times too ; for,
having but one canvas to paint upon, he has no sooner
covered one, given it a name, and exposed it for a month to
the wide-mouthed approbation of the cognoscenti^ than he
paints it out, and commences another subject. The ' Eape
of the Sabines' has given way to the * Battle of Alex-
ander;' and if the latter had not the ease of honest Peter,
the former went far beyond him in freedom. The king of
Sardinia has no such * Annunciation of the Virgin' (fortu-
nately) as Guxzaia summoned me and my fellow-wanderers
to admire, nor would any one hesitate between the * Flight
into Egypt* of the latter, and that which the Principe della
Torre was wont so amiably to exhibit to the ecstasy of his
!Ne£^olitan friends. You will recollect that the church of
the Capuchins at Borne has Berretini*s ' Eestoration of
Sight to Paul by Ananias : ' you may take my word for it,
that it is not the least like Guxzaia's !
Mediocrity of talent and marked plainness of person are
too often accompanied by no inconsiderable share of conceit.
In this characteristic Guxzaia is by no means deficient.
His ruling idea is, that he is l^ndsome ; his conviction, that
he cannot help it ; and his inward feeling, that the ladies
find it irresistible. A physiological treatise on the female
heart would, I believe, puzzle all the philosophers who ever
wrote. Certainly the mystery of that particular organ is as
profound in Germany as anywhere else ; and 1 am at a loss
to account for the influence which my very ugly friend evi-
dently exercised over his little circle of female acquaintances.
Perhaps his very ugliness was considered by the fair portion
of German creation as a preventive to scandal; and that
where there was nothing handsome, there could be nothing
suspicious. However this may be, he had not a female
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who, according to liis own report, was not raost inconve-
niently atta^jhed to him. There is not a house nor a purse
under female dominion of which he is not entirely free to
use or abuse. His intrigues are as complicated as worsted-
work, and twice as ingenious. We ourselves witnessed the
termination of one, in which the gaunt Lothario had well-
nigh wrecked his fortunes. He was at the same moment
engaged in making serious love to two women, — one the
widow of a cavalry Obrist, the other a lady who had never
been married. His inclinations were with the latter; the
more solid advantages were promised by a union with the
former. The widow had more years, but she had more
thalers also. Her rival was younger, but poorer besides.
Ouxzaia wavered between the two, till he had nearly lost
both. His romance inclined for youth, his reality for sub-
stantial profit; and he opportunely pronounced for the
widow just as the latter was about to fling herself into the
arms of an oberburgmeister of a neighbouring town. The
unmarried lady saved her honour by dismissing her mer-
cenary suitor before he resigned, and she has philosophy
enough to look upon the preparations for the approaching
nuptials of her mature rival and her faithless satyr with ex-
emplary equanimity. Guxzaia is grievously oflended at this
absence of feeling, and he hag just adopted a very eflectual
method of making her remember the love-passages that
have passed between them, by charging his wooing visits as
medical calls !
As small applause followed Smith's reading, he directed
the conversation back to the subject of Marie do Gk>nzague,
and this led to a new series of pictures, in a group of Queens
unqueened.
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A GROUP OF aUEENS UNQUEENED.
" These was sometbing like Eomance, indeed, in the Reality
of the life of Marie de Gonzague," remarked Smith, — " a
private lady becoming queen almost in spite of herself!
But the Reality and the Romance may be surpassed in pic-
tures of the lives of some of our English queens, who have
voluntarily descended to the condition of private ladies."
Saying this, he exhibited a fanciful group, said to have
been sketched by Richardson, the favourite painter of
Greorge 11. and Caroline, in which a number of ladies were
seated at table, like Candide's group of monarchs retired
from business, at the table d'hote at Venice; — and every
lady had a crown for a footstool. The exhibition gave
rise to an animated conversation, the substance of which,
" Queens unqueened" being the text, is given below.
" Les reines ont et6 vues pleurant comme de simples
personnes," says Chateaubriand, — " Queens have been seen
weeping like common women." Why not ? Happy for them
that they have one thing in common with women gene-
rally — ^the privilege of tears. It is a privilege which the
sisterhood have often converted into a perilous weapon, and
many a king, and many a commoner, have yielded to tears
what smiles could never win.
"We associate tears with misfortune ; but as loss of great-
ness is not invariably a calamity, so has it often been ac-
cepted with no other resistance or reproof than a vain sigh.
Such of our queens, — and let us include good Mrs. Cromwell
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among them, — such of our queens as have lived to exchange
the sceptre for the distaff have been dignifiedly resigned or
cheerfully submissive. They appear to have accepted the
sentiment in Marlowe's * Jew of Malta,' and to have been
perfectly aware that
" Things past recoTery
Are hardly cured by exclamation.**
Of the queens-consort of England, always including brave
and buxom Mrs. Cromwell, wife of as sovereign a master as
ever dated a decree from an English palace, not less than
fourteen lived to see themselves unqueened. Of these, five
voluntarily descended from the royal estate to re-marry in
a degree below them. Two were divorced. Three died in
exile. Two voluntarily cloistered themselves up, and one
was imprisoned in spite of herself. Mrs. Cromwell was by
no means treated like a lady by those at whose mercy she
lay ; while Caroline of Brunswick, like Sophia Dorothea,
never shared the throne of her husband, and therefore
neither princess is included in the roll of fourteen un-
queened queens. They were simply crownless consorts,
and they stand alone, enjoying a sorry distinction.
Our queens who passed from the sides of their deceased
lords to wed with men less in degree than the defunct
CsBsar, were Adelicia of Louvain, relict of Henry I. ; Isa-
bella of Angoul^me, the widow of John ; Isabella of Valois,
who had been the little sister rather than wife of the luck-
less Eichard II. ; Katharine of Valois, who took as suc-
cessor to her late lord, Henry V., honest Owen Tudor ; and
Katharine Parr, who, having grown sick of administering
lotions and applying poultices to the legs of Henry VIII.,
was glad to seek repose, and disappointed not to find it, on
the bosom of Sir Thomas Seymour, the great Lord Admiral.
The above record may be amended by stating that the
second husband of Adelicia of Louvain was Sir "William de
Albini, a gentleman who bore the rather impressive sur-
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name of" StroDg-i-th'-arm," or Ibrtenhras; Isabella of An-
goul^me remarried with a gentleman " spacious in the pos-
session of dirt," a Sir Hugh de Lusignan ; and her charm-
ing namesake of Yalois, not stooping quite so low, became
Duchess of Origans, and was as miserable under a coronet
as beneath a crown.
Let us glance, briefly, at these royal ladies who volun-
tarily made sacrifice of their dowager-royalty. It may be
said of them that their first matches were matters of con-
straint, their second were more in consequence of their own
tastes and of the force of honest wooing. They were not so
fickle as Lucy Percy, Countess of Carlisle, who was faith-
less alike in love and loyalty, was with the crown to-day and
the commonwealth to-morrow, and slumbered with equal
satisfaction in the arms of royalist Strafford, or on the bosom
of republican Pym.
As the condition of these ladies regards us only in its
imcrowned capacity, we need to touch but lightly upon the
earlier portions of their respective histories. Adelicia,
the Fair Maid of Brabant, was as proud as a princess had a
right to be in whose veins ran the blood of Charlemagne.
She was the second wife of Henry I., who became so ad-
dicted to swearing, after the death of his first consort Ma-
tilda, and the destruction of his children at sea, that, to
relieve himself and those around him from the peculiar and
little agreeable expression of his grief, he was counselled to
marry " Alix la Belle," as she is called by some of her con-
temporaries. The king consented, the marriage was cele-
brated in the year 1120, and luckily, as political matters
then stood, it brought no heirs to the inheritance of Henry.
During the fifteen years of its continuance, Adelicia enjoyed
moderate happiness, and was sufficiently proud of her hus-
band to project a completion of his biography, as the work
of her widowhood. But, like some other widows, meeting
with more grateful solace, she forgot her old sorrows, and
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gave up the bio&;raphical vocation with an alacrity that was
quite remarkable.
Who knows pleasant Wilton knows a more than ordi-
narily pleasant place. There Adelicia wore her earliest
weeds ; but she was lady too of Arundel Castle, the pos-
session of which alone, it is popularly said, carries with it
an earl's coronet. Castle and chdtelame soon attracted the
eyes of the strong-headed William de Albini, Lord of Buck-
enham, and the warmth of his wooing soon dried what tears
may be supposed to have lingered on the lids of Adelicia.
The lovers were speedily plighted, but not so speedily wed.
Three years were allowed to intervene between the demise
of the royal husband and the second marriage with the
knight. Meanwhile, the latter visited Paris, and was so at-
tractive a gentleman that he won the regards of another
Adelicia, the queen-dowager of France. That lively lady
was bold enough to woo the knight ; but the cupbearer of
England excused himself, on the ground that he was en-
gaged to a mistress of equal rank, then awaiting him in her
bower at Arundel. Three years after the death of the royal
" Beauclerc,*' AHelicia and William the cupbearer were
espoused, and two persons were made supremely happy.
Adelicia became a country lady, and kept such a quiet
house that there was little to vary the routine of the course,
save the nearly annual arrival of the "monthly nurse."
Seven times, during the eleven years which this second
marriage lasted, did that eminent official render successful
service, and gave first welcome into this bustling world to
four sons and three daughters.
Adelicia never condescended to visit the court of Stephen;
but that prompt-spirited and ill- appreciated monarch once
paid a sudden and unwelcome visit to the castle of Adelicia.
She was entertaining there her stepdaughter Matilda ; and
Stephen, very naturally concluding that there was peril to
his throne when such a claimant as " Maud" was holding
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intercourse with her father's second wife, demanded the
surrender of her person. The demand had weight given to
it by the presence of an armed force ; but Adelicia, nothing
daunted, protested that it was shameful thus for two ladies'
so related to be annoyed, and declared that the required sur-
render would never be made but under compulsion. Ulti-
mately there was a compromise, and, the visit over, Matilda
Was escorted by Stephen's own guard to Bristol.
At the age of forty-eight, Adelicia took a step which
astonished the unmarried ladies of England, who longed to
have castles of their own, or rather under lords. She had a
brother who was a monk in the monastery of Afflingium, in
Elanders ; and to the nunnery connected with his monastery
Adelicia herself retired, — ^her husband cheerfully consent-
ing. Had a shadow fallen upon the household of Arundel ?
"Was the knight " gay," or the lady ill-tempered ? Eecord
does not enlighten ms, "We only know that, quiet as Ade-
licia was, she would occasionally mix herself up with the po-
litical questions of her time ; and we suspect that William,
her husband, compelled her to observe a silence there-
upon, especially in his presence. Did she leave him because
she could not speak her mind? Was he content to lose
her rather than listen to it? Something of this may be
the case, for the Lion of Louvain, adopted by William, has
been a tongueless lion since the period in question, and re-
mains so to this day on the shield of the Howards, lords of
Arundel.
The second unqueened queen, Isabella of AifOorLEME,
was of the class of strong-minded women. John first beheld
her in France, when she was betrothed to Hugh de Lusignan,
and, as she happened to please that contemptible monarch,
he forthwith carried her off, little loath. He was but a
scurvy husband, despite his admiration ; and ladies will feel
nothing but scorn for him when they hear that the beau-
tiful Isabella of Angouleme never asked for a moidore to
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pay a milliner's bill, without being churlishly refused, or
having to endure a " scene." John, indeed, was by no
means gentle in any of his ways ; but he was jealous, and
exceedingly unpleasant in the demonstration of his jealousy.
Thus, two gentlemen having paid some courteous attention
to Isabella (nothing of any moment ; perhaps offered her
some hjrpocras, and conversed with her while she sipped it),
the king had them both killed the same night ; and when
Isabella retired to her dormitory she was prepared for plea-
sant sleep by the sight of the two bodies hanging above her
bed. When John himself passed violently away, Isabella
only wept for fashion's sake. At that time her old lover
Hugh was betrothed to her own little daughter. Isabella
was still a fine woman, and a clever one. She posted to
France, had an interview with her old adorer, talked to him
of old times, convinced him that she was worth a dozen such
dolls as her daughter, and forthwith married him, without
the privity or consent of the King of England, her son. The
latter, Henry III., a precocious boy, some fourteen years
pld, was delighted at the opportunity this step afforded him
to deprive his mother of her dowry. He stripped her of
every possession upon which he could lay his hands ; and
then urgently implored the Pope to do him the little favour
of excommunicating his mother. The family quarrel was
not adjusted without difficulty ; but Isabella called Heaven
to witness, as married widows are apt to do, that she was
induced to accept a second husband, not for her own plea-
sure, but for the sake of her darling boy. The peace that
was within her reach was destroyed by her own ambition.
The Countess de la Marche, as she was called, was, like a
dowager-duchess who marries a major, for ever descanting
on her former greatness: and she was permanently mor-
tified that pert princesses took precedence of her who had
been a crowned queen. By quarrels with the King of
France, her husband lost all his landed property, and Henry
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III. suffered ingloriously by intermeddling in the fray.
Finally, the sainfc-king Louis received them into his grace ;
whereupon the La Marches made an attempt upon his life
by poison. The lady, perhaps, alone was implicated, but
she put a bold face upon the matter ; and, when a sort of
trial was proceeding without her presence, she would. impu-
dently trot her palfrey up to the court door, and inquire
how they were getting on. It was on one of these occa-
sions that she caught sight of a witness whom she thought
had been otherwise disposed of. Before he had given his
evidence, she had pushed her pony safely beneath the portals
of the sanctuary of Eontevraud, a refuge from which she
never again issued, for she found a grave within its walls.
And now we come to the pretty little Isabella or Va-
LOis, the daughter of Charles VI. of France. This princess
was married to our Bichard II., when the bride was scarcely
nine years of age, and the bridegroom was about four times
as much. Bichard espoused her for the sake of the alliance
with France ; and he treated her paternally, petting her like
a lamb, giving her sweetmeats, and telling her fairy tales.
He was fond of the child, and she of the gentle and melan-
choly king. When he departed from Windsor, on the out-
break of the rebellion of Bolingbroke, he left a kiss upon
her brow that was impressed with the profound sadness of
a father, separating perhaps for ever from a beloved daugh-
ter. It was with the feverish partiality of a child that Isa-
bella espoused his cause ; and afber death descended on him
so terribly, and she was taken back to France, it was long
before she could lay down the trappings of her woe, or allow
her young heart to be consoled for the loss of her old pro-
tector. Questions of state, however, again made of her a
wife. In 1436, when she was only in her fourteenth year,
her hand was given to Charles, the Poet Duke of Orleans,
then only eleven years of age. Three years subsequently,
she gave birth to a daughter, and at the same time yielded
up her own life, — that brief life, the happier for its brevity.
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Of Kathaetne of Valois, if Shakspeare has not enlight-
ened us much upon her early calamities, he has been over-
liberal in showing how she was, or was not, wooed by the
conquering Henry V. The very honeymoon of this royal
pair was obscured by the smoke and affected by the thunders
of the battle-field. The married life of Henry and Katha-
rine, its incidents, its glories, and its woes, need not here
be recapitulated. Henry had conquered France : its crown
was the dower of Katharine ; and how strange the result !
England was soon after stripped of her possessions in France ;
the son of Henry lost his life and the crown of England ;
and the throne was ultimately occupied by a descendant
of the French princess Katharine through her marriage
with Owen Tudor, a brewer of Beaumaris ! Our English
line had been unjust to, and triumphant over, France and
Wales ; but, in the person of Henry VII. the descendant of
the Welsh Owen and the Gallic Katharine ascended the
English throne, and the sovereignty of England was trans-
ferred in this case, indeed, "with a vengeance."
Owen Tudor was a brewer, according to tradition, but,
being Welsh, he was in no want of a lineage. He was de-
scended from the mountain-prince Theodore, whose cor-
rupted appellation of Tudor has given a name to the reigns
of five sovereigns. His father, the younger son of a younger
son, carried a shield in the service of the Bishop of Bangor,
— for even in those days bishops stood in need of some
protection. The father of Owen fell into some trouble
through the small matter of slaying a man, and being
obliged, with his wife, to fly for it. Owen may be said to
have been bom in a very vagabond condition. However,
he had Owen Glendower for a godfather, was, of course,
brought up to live by the sword, and he thwacked so lustily
with it at Agincourt, that Henry V. made him a " squire ; "
and, in course of time, Henry's queen first saw him mount-
ing guard at Windsor, over the cradle of a child (Henry VI.),
who was cursed that he did not die in it.
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Wben the qaeen was first sensible of an interest in the
handsome guardsman is not known ; but she had not long
been queen-dowager when Owen, who was famous for
" making a leg," was summoned to dance before the court at
Windsor. In doing so, with more zeal than caution, he
slipped, and fell into the queen's lap ; and Katharine ex-
cused the lapse of manliness with such graceful emphasis,
that her ladies, as the favour increased, warned her against
such degradation, and qualified poor Owen as an awkward
sayage, who •had no more ancestry than Melchizedek.
"When the enrapt queen-dowager noticed this alleged fault
in his pedigree to the Welsh guardsman, the latter not only-
declared that he was a gentleman by descent, but had no
lack of gentle relatives to keep him in countenance. " Up
with a brace of them to court, Owen," said the queen ; and
in a month the descendant of Theodore introduced two of
his cousins. They were gigantic young fellows, with long
names, about as stout and accomplished as a couple of
"navvies," save that they could not speak English. Welsh
was their only tongue, and nobody was able to dispute with
them upon the question of their genealogy. Katharine was
content, and Owen was clearly gentleman enough to be
gazetted as "clerk of her wardrobe." Without entering
into details as a foundation for such a course, a law was
soon after passed, denouncing terrible penalties against
any man who should dare to many a queen-dowager without
the consent of the king and council. Owen and Katharine
smiled : they were already married ; but when, where, how,
by whom, or in what company, has never been ascertained.
Suspicion seems to have been slowly aroused by the succes-
sive birth of three sons ; but as the queen-dowager chose to
observe some measure of concealment, and to make very
little remark, whatever was thought, little was said ; and the
clerk of the wardrobe continued to serve her majesty in all
things pertaining to his office. Time went on, and a little
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princess, Margaret, had just breathed, been baptized, and
died, when Katharine was suddenly immured in the convent
at Bermondsey, and Owen clapped into Newgate. This
blow killed the queen-dowager, principally because it was
attended by the separation from her of her children. She
speedily died, bequeathing a hope to her son that he would
act " according to his noble discretion and her intents." He
probably did both, by his subsequent care of her three sons.
Meanwhile, Owen broke prison, fled to Wales, was enticed
up to London on safe-conduct, very hesitatingly quitted
sanctuary at Westminster to hold an interview with the
king, and finally effected a reconciliation. He was, how-
ever, recaptured without the king's knowledge, and after
again and again breaking prison, with the dexterity of Jack
Sheppard, and with little respect for the body of his gaoler,
King Henry once more became his friend, and appointed
him, like a worn-out soldier, park-keeper in the royal de-
mesne at Denbigh. Two of the sons of Katharine and
Owen were ennobled. Edmund was named Earl of Bich-
mond, and Henry married him to Margaret Beaufort, the
heiress of the house of Somerset. It was their son who
picked up and wore the crown which the usurping, but able,
Eichard dropped on the field at Bosworth. The second son,
Jasper, was created Earl of Pembroke ; and Owen, the third,
as a sort of scapegoat, was compelled to be a monk. Henry
found faithful servants itf his " left-handed " relatives. Ed-
mund indeed died early ; but Jasper fought nobly on the
Lancastrian side in the wars of the Eoses : and the elder
Owen left his park-keeping to take up arms on the same
side. Less fortunate than Jasper, the Yorkists captured
the old soldier, and beheaded him in the market-place at
Hereford. Awaiting a monument, the loose-covered stone
coffin of Katharine remained in Westminster Abbey un-
buried until the year 1793. The body could be seen by
those who would disburse a brace of copper coins for the
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enjoyment of such a sight. Samuel Pepys, at the cost of
twopence, kissed the lips that had heen kissed hy Henry of
Monmouth ; and many of our fathers, at as small an outlay,
have pinched the cheek that had once heen pressed hy the
conqueror of Agincourt.
Kathabike Pabb was the wife of many hushands. She
was a learned young lady, with some sprinkling of royal
blood in her ; and was wooed by Lord Scrope, married to
Lord Borough, and became a widow before she had com-
pleted her fifteenth year. Neville Lord Latimer admired
her, her understanding, and her needlework, and forthwith
espoused her, to speedily leave her again a widow. The
handsome Sir Thomas Seymour, most gallant of admirals,
next offered himself for the acceptance of this accomplished
young lady, but his pretensions were set aside by the irre-
sistible courtship of a king who had divorced two wives, be-
headed two more, and killed a fifth by his cruelty. She had
no choice, but to take thankfully the terrible gift imposed
upon her ; and Katharine became the last and the luckiest,
and perhaps the wisest, of the wives of Henry. She was a
tender mother to his children, an incomparable nurse to
himself, and was so esteemed by him that she only nearly
lost her head. She had touched upon religious questions,
and probably, had not the king recollected that it would be
difficult for him to find her match at rubbing in a lotion, all
her submissiveness would not have saved her from the scaf-
fold. What a happy woman she must have been when she
again became a widow, and her old lover, Seymour, once
more came with the ofier of his hand ! Katharine accepted
it because she thought that there was not only a hand, but
a heart in it. What a jovial wooing must that have been
when Seymour hurried down to Katharine's suburban pa-
lace on Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, and beneath the trees in
the secluded garden there persuaded her that he had re-
mained a bachelor for her sake, and induced her to consent
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to wed him, before her royal husband was well buried at
Windsor ! The lovers had to keep the matter secret for a
good half-year. At the end of that time, weary, perhaps,
of the little restraint which they were compelled to observe,
Seymour addressed a note to the Princess Mary, praying
for permission to marry with the queen-dowager. Mary
replied with a fair 'admixture of dignity, satire, and good
humour. She affected to believe that interference in such
matters little became her as a maiden ; presumed to imagine
that Katharine herself might have too lively a recollection
of whose spouse she had been to care to wed with an inferior
mate : and finally left the enamoured pair to follow their
own inclinations, as she very well knew they had already
done, with her blessing or good wishes upon any conclusion
which they might honestly arrive at. The private marriage
was soon after made public, and Seymour, with his fine
person, heavy embroidery, and light head, had no further
occasion to creep to the postern at Chelsea by sunrise, and
leave it again, all his day's wooing completed, by seven
o'clock P.M.
The marriage was not a happy one ; and the first trouble
was about money. The Protector Somerset, brother of Sey-
mour, withheld the ex-queen's jewels, and sublet her lands,
to the great disgust of the bridegroom, who, with marital
complacency, looked upon these things as his own. Further,
Katharine was made to feel her altered condition by the
proud Duchess of Somerset, who refused any longer to bear
the train of one who was now only her sister-in-law, wife
of her husband's younger brother. The haughty duchess
talked of teaching " Lady Seymour" better manners, and,
in short, the two ladies kept up so unwearied a quarrel, that
all people prophesied that ill would come of it. The brothers
themselves were at as bitter antagonism as their wives.
It was not a very godly house which Katharine kept at
Chelsea ; but this circumstance was not exactly Katharine'9
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fault. She had resident with her the Princess Elizabeth,
then a lively young lady in her sixteenth year. At first the
ex-queen encouraged her husband to rather boisterous play
with that by no means reluctant young lady. But she grew
jealous as she found the play running to extremities which
she had not contemplated. From romping in the garden,
the admiral and Elizabeth got to romping and hiding in the
house. Thus we hear of tickling-matches, and a world of
consequent laughter and screaming. Seymour grew so fond
of this sport that he would rush into Elizabeth's sleeping-
chamber ere she had risen, tickle her till she was speechless,
and then kiss her to keep her from complaining. Occasion-
ally she would conceal herself, or her attendants would re-
monstrate, whereupon he would revenge himself by chasing,
tickling, and embracing the maids. Altogether, such a
household was a scandal to Chelsea, and Katharine did well
when she got rid of Elizabeth, and, with Lady Jane Grey in
her company, went down to Gloucestershire to inhabit
Sudeley Castle. Her chief occupations here were in making
splendid preparations for the little heir that had been pro-
mised her by the star-readers, and in observing a grave de-
meanour. She had prayers twice a day, to the great disgust
of her husband, whose union with her in this respect was as
ill assorted as would have been a marriage between Lord
Chesterfield and Lady Huntingdon. "While Parkhurst was
reading prayers, Seymour was winking at the dairy-maids,
and poor Katharine was sorely vexed at the ungodliness of
her mate. At length a girl was bom, shaming the sooth-
sayers, and bringing death to her mother. That mother left
all she possessed to her very graceless spouse, with some
hints, natural to a wife who had been so tried, that such
generosity on her part was more than he deserved. And so
ended the year-and-a-halfs unqueened condition of Katha-
rine Parr. In another half-year the admiral himself had
passed under the axe of the executioner, his brother the
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Protector having driven him thereto under the double per-
suasion that Seymour was a very bad man, and that Somerset
was virtuous enough to be his heir. Latimer appears to
have thought so too, for he said as much, or rather much
more, in a sermon before King Edward, for which he has
been censured by Milton and Miss Strickland, each of whom
seems to have forgotten that Seymour was the greatest
libertine in England, and that Latimer had good groimd
for the hard truths uttered by him.
Let me add a word of little Mary Seymour, the only
child of Katharine and the admiral. By her mother's for-
getfulness and her father's treason, the poor, tender orphan
found herself stripped of her inheritance. Her relatives,
however, exhibited a great alacrity, not to serve her, but to
cast the little burden each upon the other. The only re-
luctance they felt was in extending charity to her. She
was grudgingly entertained by a harsh grandmother, and
was scurvily treated by a close-fisted uncle. But, amid the
trials of a gloomy youth-time, the little bud went on grow-
ing into full bloom, till finally attracting the eyes and affec-
tions of one who cared for her far more than any kinsman,
the daughter of Queen Katharine married a Sir Edward
Bushel, and settled quietly down into (we hope) a happy
country lady. The grave of her mother at Sudeley has been
disturbed more than once ; but Death has conferred upon
the unconscious queen a crown of his own, — and yet, not
Death, but Life. The irresistible ivy has penetrat-ed into
the royal coffin, and wound a verdant coronet about the
brows of her who sleeps therein.
Our divorced queens were wives of the same husband,
Henry VIII. The two whose divorces were not made com-
plete by the axe were Katharine of Arragon and Anne of
Cleves, women as opposite in character as they were in at-
tractions. When, after a union of more than twenty years,
Katharine was ordered by her imperious husband one June
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xhoming of 1531 to quit Windsor, she obeyed without fear
as to worse following. When Anne of Cleves, in 1546,
after less than half a year of wedded life, was informed that
she had outgrown her consort's liking, she was prostrated
with terror. Katharine retired to Ampthill, and concerned
herself about the education and welfare of that daughter,
Mary, whom she was not permitted to see even when iU.
Anne still kept court at Bichmond, and there had this same
Mary for her little companion. When the divorce of Ka-
tharine and Henry was completed in 1533, the former re-
fused to accept the conclusion, scorned to be called Princess
Dowager of Wales, and, refusing the title given to her of
the king's beloved sister, declared that she was nothing less
than his lawful wife, and would receive no service at the
hands of her attendants but what were offered to her as
queen. Not so the Flemish lady. She returned thanks for
every indignity ; resigned greatness with alacrity ; stripped
herself of her titles with eagerness ; was extremely grateful
for a pension granted to her as the first lady in the land,
after the royal family ; and sent back her wedding-ring to
Henry with such a quick and joyful obedience as to rather
nettle the monarch, who thought much of his own merits,
and considered himself an Adonis not to be resigned with-
out a sigh.
The Spanish princess, leaving Ampthill, spent some
months at insalubrious Buckden, where she led a monastic
life, worked like Dorcas, spoke of Anne Boleyn with pity,
looked after the poor, and was beloved by the people. When
she desired to remove from Buckden, she was peremptorily
ordered to reside at Fotheringay. The latter place was less
healthy than the former, and she intimated that she would
never go thither unless she were dragged there by ropes.
Of course Suffolk and the other ministers of Henry's will
called her the most pestilently obstinate woman they had
ever encountered. But she was too much for them, and
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tbey were fain to agree to a compromise, and the nnqueened
lady, protesting the while that she alone was queen and wife
in England, was sent to Kimbolton. Once there, as much
of vengeance was inflicted on her as Henry could well fling
at the only woman in the world, save his mother, for whom
he entertained a grain of esteem. He detained her gar-
ments, diminished her annuity, paid the decreased allowance
irregularly, dismissed half her servants, stole her jewels, im-
prisoned her priests, and burned her confessor. She bore
all, not without remonstrance or protest, but still with
dignity ; and when she died, in 1537, she left behind her
a memory which Henry himself could not blacken, but of
which he would have despoiled her if he had been able.
Failing in this, he defrauded her heirs, by seizing as much
of her property as he could lay his lawless hands on.
IMatters went quite otherwise with the placid Anne of
Cleves. She did all she could to meet the wishes of her
ex-husbaud, renounced family and country, and became an
English lady with landed property. Henry was so de-
lighted, that, instead of executing her, he paid her cozy
little evening visits, even after he had married tier succes-
sor, and the divorced pair had merry little suppers together,
and abundance of jollity. Still Henry could not entirely
give up the indulgence of certain foibles, and, being in too
charming a humour to kill his ex-wife, he only beheaded
Cromwell and burned Barnes, who had counselled him to
marry her. Against this proceeding Anne had nothing to
say, but continued to entertain Henry whenever he chose
to look in upon her at Richmond, until Henry himself
ceased to visit her, owing to the jokes made by the lady's-
maids, and the reports that went floating about touching the
issue of such pleasant meetings. Anne was still resigned ;
the same resignation was evinced by her when she heard of
Henry's death. She then removed to the old palace at
Chelsea, and there and at one or two country residences
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she spent her time in the exercise of good housewifery, efn-
liyening her dull hours by private cooking. Like the old
puchess of Orleans, she had a delicate stomach, that could
only he set right hy sausages ; and, like Caroline of Bruns-
wick, when in Italy, she could eat with douhle relish the
dish which she had herself cooked. Anne died, as she had
lived, placidly, and in a matter-of-fact way, at Chelsea, in
1557. She made no parade of sentiment, and appeared to
he desirous of passing away without making or exciting re-
mark. She had appeared occasionally at young Edward's
court, hut she had not heen seen in puhlic since the coro-
nation of Mary, to which ceremony she and the Princess
Elisabeth rode in the same coach. The Lady Anne caused
more '' talk " after death than she had done living, for, by
her will, it was found that CromweU's Protestant princess
had become a professed Papist.
The cloistered queens hardly come into the category of
unqueened ladies, for honours little short of what was
due to royalty, and greater than were usually paid in con-
vents, appear to have been rendered to them. Mrs. Crom-
well was as good a queen and ex-queen as any of them.
When she fled, after the downfall of her son Eichard, she
Carried off a few valuables, to which the Crown laid claim,
as " his Majesty's goods," and seized ijvithout ceremony at a
finiiterer's warehouse in Thames Street.
There have been not only queens unqueened by marriage,
but many royal marriages which must have increased the
number of heraldic anomalies. Thus Charlemagne had two
consorts, but neither of them was raised to the rank of
empress ; and Mary Stuart, the widow of Francis II., mar-
ried two gentlemen, neither of whom was king. The mother
of Francis I., Louisa of Savoy, in her widowhood, espoused
Sabaudange, her own maitre (T hotel; and Queen Elizabeth
would have been very glad of an excuse to marry her own
Master of the Horse. But these could not be described as
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such mesalliances as kings have entered into. Thus Chris-
tian IV. of Denmark married Christina Monek, and made
her Duchess of Holstein ; Frederick IV. made a queen of
the " demoiselle " Savenalm. Denmark affords other exam-
ples, and that very recently, of similar connections. Victor
Amadeus, too, espoused a Marchioness of St. Sebastian;
and similar instances might be cited from other countries.
It was at a pause which ensued that Alexandre mur-
mured the words "Maria Louisa;" and, in truth, when
unqueened queens are being spoken of, it were unjust to
pass over that eminent lady, — she who was bom in the
purple and became the bride of Napoleon — who reigned
Empress of the French, and who, without a sigh, descended
to exchange her dignity, on the fall of her husband, for that
of imperial duchess of three cheese-making districts in Italy.
She could not have sunk to a lower antipodes had she be-
come only Queen of Man ; or shared with the Donegals the
high-sounding appellation of " Sovereign of Belfast."
But Maria Louisa ever manifested an alacrity in sinking.
At the overthrow of the heroic Corsican, she flung from her
brow the imperial crown, and she curtsied when there was
thrown to her, in return, a copper ducal coronet. So, no
sooner had the breath of life flown from the lips of the
father of her child, the young and guiltless King of Eome,
than, in the character of wife, she hurriedly entered the
humble household of an undistinguished German soldier.
The Teutonic man-at-arms was something like Mark An-
thony — he accepted, with modest thankfulness, the " cold
piece left dead on Caesar's trencher."
In person, as in dignity, there is a corresponding change.
To see the unintellectual, ill-dressed, and solitary woman
moving moodily, as she was often seen, among the motley
yet noble crowd at the baths of Ischl, it is with difficulty
one can believe that to such a complexion could have
4l GB0I7P or QUEENS TJKQUESKED. 265
. come, at any time, the original of that marble divinity, which
the courtly Canoya created, and before which the world of
art stood breathless and admiring.
She was yet a girl at Schonbrunn, and with something
more than the common loveliness of mere youth about her
too, when the modem Charlemagne planted his eagles be-
fore Vienna, and threatened with annihilation not only the
imperial city but the dynasty. The warlike Dukes of that
dynasty swore to bury themselves beneath the ruins of the
ramparts rather than surrender ; and, with discreet valour,
they forgot their vow. But while the ruin was enacting,
the young Duchess, Maria Louisa, kept her retirement in
calm fidgidity at Schonbrunn ; and, that the imperial dove
might not be fluttered, the rough wooer, who was working
the destruction of her father, ordered the brazen throats of
his artiUery to maintain but a sotto voce chorus near the
locality inhabited by the self-possessed daughter of the
German CsBsar. K her impassible heart were ever touched,
we may suppose it to have been so by this rude attention ;
for, soon after, she was on her way to share that glittering
couch which Napoleon had spread for her out of the mar-
riage-bed of the humble Josephine.
From that hour the Empress neither knew greatness worth
enjoying, nor the Emperor triumphs worth their cost. Had
the former died, as she so nearly did, in giving birth to the
King of Rome, she would have descended to the grave se-
cure of the sympathies and of the grateful memories of
mankind ; but she lived long enough to forfeit both. Her
nature was not equal to the high position in which she
had been placed by the accident of her own birth. The
character entrusted to her on life's vast stage was above her
grasp — perhaps beyond her comprehension. At all events,
in none of the eventful passages through which lay her
course — ^in none of the dark storms which swept around
the throne of her husband or of her father — can we discern
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in her person any of the characteristics of true greatness.
An intense selfishness alone appears offensively brilliant to
the eye that would fain discover something more akin to
the virtues which reside in nearly every female heart. After
a brief occupation, for we cannot call it enjoyment, of such
state as the ex-Lieutenant of Artillery could give her in his
imperial character, we see her at Bambouillet, calmly passing
over to the Austrians, and co-operating in stripping her son
of his harmless yet regal dignity. She might have endured,
but it was beyond her duty to consent. The boy might
have remained for ever without a kingdom ; but it was un-
natural for his own mother at once to strip him of a title,
and even to denationalize him. It is said that she never
evinced for him any affection, but this is almost incredible,
for Agrippina loved even Nero ; and Maria Louisa might
well have found a place in her heart for the love-desiring
Napoleon Francis.
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PORTRAITS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF
CHARLES I.
•*Wbll!" observed Alexandre, "it would perhaps have been
a happier thing for Maria Louisa had she died young, like
your Princess EUzabeth."
" There again is a story," said Mee Aughton, " which has
more of the marvels of romance and the sternness of reality
than that of any queen or lady yet mentioned."
". Do not the histories of all the daughters of Charles I.,"
asked Smith, " abound in both romance and reality ?"
This question led to an earnest research among Mr. Col-
naghi's portfolios for portraits of those celebrated children
of a luckless king ; and it was while endeavouring to trace
their characters in their physiognomies that a discussion
ensued, which is here thrown into the form of a narrative.
Crashaw, the poet and protegS of Henrietta Maria, ap-
pears to have striven with much zeal and entire fruitlessness
to catch the laureate crown, which Ben Jonson had worn
with rough but glittering dignity. Never did any patented
" Versificator Eegis," from Gualo to Davenant, so praise
princes and princesses, bom or expectant, as Crashaw did.
The Carolinian births were the active stimulants of his
muse. The coming of ,the heir-apparent was hailed by his
"In SanctissimsB EeginsB partum hyemalem." The first
wailing cry of the little Duke of York was celebrated in the
" Natalis Ducis Eboracensis." His prophetic muse waxed
bold during a later pregmmey of the Queen, and the vateB
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confidently predicted the addition of another prince to the
family circle of Charles. Nor was he wrong : the ode " Ad
Principem nondum Natum, SeginU gravida,," was apt wel-
come for the unconscious Duke of Gloucester, who lived to
be the simple " Master Henry " of the plain-spoken Puri-
tans. The zeal of Crashaw went so far, that he even rushed
into metre to make thankful record of the King's recovery
from an eruption in the face. The rhymer's " In Paciem
Augustissimi Begis a morbillis integram" pleasantly por-
trayed how his sacred Majesty had been afflicted with
pimples, and how he had been ultimately relieved from the
imdignified visitation.
The poet would seem to have somewhat ungallantly neg-
lected the daughters of Charles and Henrietta Maria. His
poetic fire never blazed very brilliantly for the princesses.
His inspiration, like the Salic law, favoured only the heirs
male. The young ladies, however, were not undeserving of
having lyres especially strung to sound their praises. There
were four of them, — namely, M^y, bom in 1631 ; the heroic
little Elizabeth, born in 1635 ; the happy Anne, in 1636-7 ;
and the celebrated Henrietta Anne, in 164(4.
Of these the Princess Anne was by fiur the happiest, for
she had the inexpressible advantage of gently descending
into the grave at the early, yet sufficiently advanced, age of
three years and nine months. It was some time before the
birth of " happy Anne" that Eochester Carr, brother of the
Lincolnshire baronet. Sir Eobert, publicly declared, in his
half-insane way, that he would fain kill the King if he might
only wed with his widow. When this offensive sort of
gallantry was reported to Henrietta, " she fell into such a
passion as her lace was cut to give her more breath." Thus
the storms of the world blew around " felix Anna," even be-
fore her little bark entered on the ocean over which, angel-led,
she made so rapid a passage to the haven of the better land.
^ Maby, the eldest of the daughters of Charles, had some-
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thing of a calculating disposition ; she possessed a business-
like mind, had much shrewdness, and contrived to secure, in
her quiet way, as much felicity as she could or as she cared
to secure. Her mother had an eager desire to rear this
fayourite child for the Romish commimion. Charles him-
self is said by the Queen's chaplain, Gamache, not to have
cared much about the matter. The priest says of the King,
that the latter held that salvation did not depend on com-
munion, and that, if he expressly desired a child of his to be
a Protestant, it was in some sort because his people accused
him of being too favourably disposed towards the faith of
"Borne, However this may have been, Gamache did his best
to undo the teaching of Mary's orthodox instructors. He
boasts of having impressed on this child — ^by command of
her mother — the necessity and the profit of knowing and
practising all that was taught by Eoman Catholicism. The
little girl's eyes sparkled as the remarkably honest feUow
suggested to her that she would probably marry a great
Catholic potentate, the King of Spain, the Emperor of Ger-
many, or, greater than both, the Grand Monarque of France.
There were no other thrones, he intimated, much worth the
having ; and, if she hoped ever to hold a sceptre on one of
them, the first necessary qualification was to become a !Ro-
manist at once, and to say nothing about it for the present !
Our Mary did not choose the better part. She stole to Mass,
with the delight of Madavie de Caylus, who told Madame
de Maintenon that she would turn Eroman Catholic at once it
she might only hear the Eoyal Mass, listen to the music, and
smell the incense daily. It was " so nice," she remarked.
Well, Mary had much the same opinion of aU this, parti-
cularly as there was a choice selection of consorts at the
end of it. A little " Catholic" maid was placed about her
person, who received from Father Gamache instructions
similar to those given by Brother Ignatius Spencer for the
guidance of all Bomish servants in Protestant families, and
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the little maid fulfilled her office adtnirabty. Mary, tliougli
sbe outwardly wore the guise of a thorough Protestant
princess, wore also a rosary in her pocket ; and nothing gave
her greater glee, or more delight to Eather Gbimache, than
when she could display it behind the back of her ftther's
chaplaiu, and, after kissing it, hide the forbidden aid to de-
votion before the Protestant minister could diyine why the
Queen and Pather Gktmache were smiling.
But, after all, the mirth and the machinations of this
worthy pair were all in vain. A wooer came in due time,
not from the Eomish pale, but firom stout Protestant Hol-
land ; and before the warmth with which Prince William of
Orange plied his suit, the Catholicity of the lady melted
like morning dew beneath a May sun. The princess was
touched, and her sire approved ; and in 164i3, when Mary
was but twelve years old, she was conducted across the seas,
by Van Tromp and an escort of a score of gallant ships-of-
war, to the country of her future husband. The greatest
joy she had after her early marriage was in 1648, when she
welcomed at the Hague the Duke of York (who had escaped
from St. James's in female costume) and her other brother
the Prince of Wales, who had gone to Helvoetsluys, where
there ensued much intrigue, little action, and less profit.
A brief two years followed, and then this youthful wife
found herself a widow, and a mother expectant. Her hus-
band suddenly died of the scourge that then commonly de-
stroyed princes and peasants — ^the small-pox. She remained
in dignified ^retirement at her house near the Hague, where,
says Pepys, " there is one of the most beautiful rooms for
pictures in the whole world. She had here one picture upon
the top, with these words, dedicating it to the memory of
her husband : — 'Incomparabilimarito, inconsolabilis vidua.' "
Poor thing! the " semper moerens" promised by mourners
has but a stunted eternity. Our last year's dead are beyond
both our memory and our tears.
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At the Sestoration, Mary repaired to England to felicitate
her worthless brother on his good fortune. She there once
more met her mother ; and the Court was in the very high
top-gallant of its joy, when the Princess was suddenly seized
with small-pox. Henrietta Maria was desirous that her
daughter should at least die in the profession of the Eomish
faith, but she was deterred from entering the apartment of
her sick child either by the malignity of the disorder or the
jealousy of the Princess's attendants. Father Gkmache
takes it as the most natural and proper thing in the world
that, conversion not having been realized, the disease was
made fatal by Divine appointment ! However this may be,
the death of the Princess (on the 21st December, 1660) was
laid to the incapacity of Dr. Parmer and the other medical
men to whose care she was entrusted ; and we hear from
!Evelyn that her decease " entirely altered the face and gal-
lantry of the whole Court." Burnet, by no means so good
authority in this particular case as Evelyn, gives a different
Tiew of the effect produced at Court by the demise of the
Princess Boyal, following so swiftly as it did on the death,
also by smaU-pox, of her young and clever brother, Henry,
Duke of Gloucester. " Not long after him," says Burnet^
'* the Princess Boyal died, also of the small-pox, but was
not much lamented." Burnet acknowledges, however, her
many merits, — that she had been of good reputation as wife
and widow, had lived with becoming dignity as regarded
herself and court, treated her brothers with princely libe-
rality, and kept within the limits of her own income. The
same writer says of her, that her head was turned by her
mother's pretence of being able to marry her to the King of
Prance, — a prospect that turned the heads of many ladies
at that time, the niece of Cardinal Mazarin among various
others. Burnet roimdly asserts that to realize this prospect
she launched into an extravagant splendour, the cost of which
not only injured her own income, but tempted her to deal
272 KEW PICTUBBS AITD OLD PAI7ELS.
disbonestlj with the jewels and estates of her son, held by
her in a guardianship, the trusts of which she betrayed. He
adds, that she not only was disappointed in hei^ expecta-
tions, but that she " lessened the reputation which she had
formerly lived in," — a strange epitaph to be written by him
who found a benefactor in her son, and of her who is allowed
to have been, with some faults, gentle, forgiving, patient,
affectionate, and firm-minded.
Of her younger sister Elizabeth, Clarendon has given a
perfect picture in a few expressive words. She was, says
the parenthesis-loving historian, " a lady of excellent parts,
great observation, and an early understanding." The whole
of her brief but eventful life gave testimony to the truth
of this description. The storms of the times had swept
her from the hearth of her parents, as they had indeed
also divided those parents, and extinguished the fire at
that hearth. She had successively been under the warden-
ship of Lady Dorset and of old Lady Yere, and was trans-
ferred from the latter to the custody of the Earl of North-
umberland, who was already responsible for the safe keeping
of her brothers York and Gloucester. Li the good Earl
they had no surly gaoler, and he shared in the joy of the
children when, in 1647, they were permitted to have an
interview with their unhappy father at 'Maidenhead, and to
sojourn with him during two fast-flying days of mingle*
cloud and sunshine in Lord Craven's house at Caversham,
near Beading. The house stiQ stands, and is a conspicuous
object seen from the Beading station. It is in the occupa*
tion of the great iron-master Mr. Crawshay.
Some of the touching interviews which were held in
Caversham House are said to have been witnessed by Crom-
well, and Sir John Berkeley states that Oliver described
them to him as " the tenderest sight his eyes ever beheld."
" Cromwell," adds Sir John, " said much in commendation of
his Majesty," and expressed his hope that " God would be
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pleased to look upon him accotding to the sinceritj of his
heart towards 4}he King."
The prison-home of the Princess Elizabeth and her
brothers was Sion House, at Isleworth, — ^the house of ill
omen firom which Lady Jane Qrey had departed by water
for the Tower, to seek a sceptre and to find an axe. The
monarch visited his children more than once at the house of
the Earl of Northumberland, at Sion. With the boys he
talked, and to them gave counsel ; but if he advised Eliza-
beth, he also listened with marked and gratified attention to
her descriptions of persons and things, and to her clear ideas
upon what was passing around her. His chief advice to her
consisted in the reiterated injunction to obey her mother in
all things except in matters of religion, — " to which he com-
manded her, upon his blessing, never to hearken or consent,
but to continue firm in the religion she had been instructed
and educated in, what discountenance or ruin soever might
befall the poor Church at that time imder so Severe prosecu-
tion." She promised obedience to her father's counsel, and
imparted joy by that promise, as she did two years sub-
sequently, when, in 1649, she lay on her sire's bosom a few
hours before his execution, and made him alternately weep
and smile at the impression which he saw had b^en made
upon her by the calamities of her family, and at the evidence
of advanced judgment afforded by her conversation. As the
yoimg girl lay on the father's heart, — ^that heai^; that was so
soon to be no longer conscious of the pulse of Hfe, — he charged
her with a message to her mother, then in Erance. It was
a message of undying love mingled with assurances of a
fidelity strong unto death. The little message-bearer was
never permitted to fulfil her mission, and the mother to
whom she was to have borne it found, it is said, a piUow for
her aching head on the sympathizing breast of the Earl of
St. Alban's. The wife of C»sar stooped to a centurion.
" If I were you, I would not stay here," was the speech
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274 VBW PIOTXrSES AJn> 0U> FAlfEI.8*
ufctered one day by Elizabeth to her brother James. They
were both then, with the Duke of Gloncester, in confine-
ment at St. James's. The speech was at once an incentive
and a reproach. Elizabeth urged him thereby to accom-
plish the flight which their father had recommended him to
attempt. The young Duke of Guise, heir of the slayer who
was slain at Blois, escaped from his prison by outwitting his
keeper at a childish game. The royal captive children of
the Stuart, for the same end, got up a game at ** hide and
seek,'' and they were still in pretended search of James,
when the lafcter, disguised as a girl, was awkwardly, but
successfrilly, making his way to temporary safety. For their
share in this escapade the little conspirators were trans-
Initted to Carisbrook, where they were kept in dose con-
finement in the locality where their father had so deeply
suffered in the last days of his trials. The Princess bore
her captivity like a proudly desponding caged eaglet, whom
grief and indignity can kill, but who utters no sound in
testimony of suffering. The utilitarian govemmeBt of the
period designed, it is said, to have apprenticed this daughter
of a line of kings to a needle or button maker in Nevrport !
Providence saved her from the degradation, by a well-timed
death. '^ Elizabeth Stuart " sickened, died, and was buried.
The very locality of her burial eyen perished with her from
the memory of man. It was only discovered, moire than
two centuries after, when kings were again at a discount
imd ultra-democracy was once more rampant.
It is somewhat singular that, whereas among the inha-
bitants of Newport it became forgotten that the body of the
young Elizabeth lay in their church, the villagers of Church
Handborough, near Whitney, boasted of possessing the
mortal remains of her father Charles 1. This boast was
founded on a very magniloquent inscription on a tablet
within the church, and which the parishioners took for an
epitaph. He was a hearty old cavalier who wrote it, and
^OBTRAITS OF THS PATJGHTSSS OF CHABLBS I. 275
thougli the villagers comprehend nothing of the robust
Latin of which it is constructed, thej understand the senti-
ment, and to this day consider it as testimony to the fact
that they are as guardians round the grave of the Charles —
who is not there interred.*
The young Elizabeth died about a year and a half afber
her fEd^her's execution. In the year 1793, the year of the
decapitation of Louis XYL and of Marie Antoinette, ultra*
democracy was again raising its head in the England where
Charles had been stricken. Gentlemen like Dr. Hudson
and Mr. Figott drank seditious healths at the London Coffee
House, and rode in hackney coaches to prison, shouting
" Yive la E^publique!" Libels against the Queen of France,
like those of mad Lord George Gordon, were flying about
our streets " thick as leaves in Vallombrosa." The Eev. Mr.
"Winterbottom was fined and imprisoned for preaching trea-
sonable sermons; and so high did party spirit run, that good
Yieesimus Knox had wellnigh got into serious trouble for
delivering firom the Brighton pulpit a philippic agaiust going
to war. The discourse so ruffled the plumage of some
officers who happened on the following evening to meet the
Severend Doctor with his wife and family at the theatre, that
they created a patriotic riot, before the violence of which the
celebrated essayist, his lady, and children, were feirly swept
out of the house, the loyal audience in which celebrated their
• The following is the inscription. It might hare been written be-
tween a Tolume of Walker's ' LachrymseEcclesitt' on the one hand, and
a flask of Canary on the other. Thus rolls its thunder and thus sighs
the strain : — " M. S. sanctissimi regis et martyris CarolL Siste yiator ;
lege, obmutesce, mirare, memento Caroli illius nominis, pariter et pie-
tatb insignissim®, primi Magnse BritannisD regis, qui rebellium perfidift
primo deoeptus, et in perfidiorum rabie perculsus, inconcnssus tamen
l^gnm et fidei defensor, schismatioorum tyrannidi succubuit, anno servi-
tutis nostrsB, felioitatis su» primo, coron4 terrestri spoliatus, coelesti
donatus. Sileant autem peritorsD tabellfe, perlege reliquias yere sacras
Oarolinas, in queis sui mnemosynem gere perenniorem vivacius exprimit :
ffla, ilia" (no) "Eikon Basilike."
276 KEW FICTTTItES AVP OLD PAKBLS.
triumph over as loyal a subject as any there, by singing
" God save the King" and " Eule Britannia."
Amid this noise of contending parties, Boyalist and Bepub-
lican, a quiet sexton was tranquilly engaged, in October,
1798, in digging a grave in the chancel of Newport church
for the body of Septimus Henry West, the youngest brother
of Lord Delaware. The old delver was in the full enjoy-
ment of his exciting occupation when his spade struck
against a stone, on which were engraven the initials " E. S."
Curiosity begat research, and in a vault perfectly dry was
found a coffin perfectly fresh, on the involuted lid of which
the wondering examiners read the words—'' Elizabeth, 2d
daughter of y* late King Charles, dece* Sept. 8, MDCL."
Thus the hidden grave of her who died of the blows dealt at
monarchy in England was discovered when like blows were
being threatened, and at the very moment when the Eepub-
licans over the Channel were slaying their hapless Queen.
The af&ighted spirit of Elizabeth might well have asked if
nothing then had been changed on this troubled earth, and
if killing kings were still the caprice of citizens ? The only
answer that could have been given at the moment would
have been, in the words of the adjuration, " Yatene in pace,
alma beata e bella." Turn we now to the sister, who was
of quite another complexion.
On the site of Bedford Crescent, Exeter, there once stood
a convent of Black or Dominican friars. At the Eeforma-
tion the convent property was transferred to John, Lord
Eussell, who made of the edifice thereon a provincial town
residence, which took the name of " Bedford House " when
the head of the Eussells was advanced to an earldom. As
further greatness was forced upon or achieved by the family,
the old coimtry mansion fell into decay. There are still some
aged persons, verging upon " a hundred," whose weary memo-
ries can faintly recall the old conventual building when it
was divided and let in separate tenements. It was taken
POBTBAI^S 01* THE DAtTaHTBBS OF OHABLES I. 277
down, to save it from tumbling to pieces, in 1773, and on
the site of the house and grounds stands, as I have said, the
present "Bedford Crescent." "Priars' Row" would have
been as apt a name.
In the year 1644 the shifting fortimes of Charles com-
pelled his queen, Henrietta Maria, to seek a refuge in
Exeter, in order that she might there bring into the world
another, and the last, heir to the sorrows of an unlucky sire.
The corporation assigned Bedford House to her as a resi-
dence, and made her a present of two hundred pounds to
provide against the exigencies of the coming time. In this
house was bom a little princess, who was the gayest yet the
least happy of the daughters of Charles. The day of her
birth was the 16th of June, 1644. She was shortly after
christened in the cathedral (at a font erected in the body of
the church under a canopy of state), by the compound name
of HJBiirBiBTTJL-AjrirB. Dr. Burnet, the chancellor of the dio-
cese, officiated on the occasion, and the good man rejoiced
to think that he had enrolled another member on the re-
gister of the English Church. In this joy the Queen took
no part. It is said that the eyes of the father never fell
upon the daughter bom in the hour of his great sorrows ;
but as Charles was in Exeter for a brief moment on the
26th of July, 1644, it is more than probable that he looked
for once and aU upon the face of his unconscious child.
The Queen Henrietta Maria left Exeter for the Continent
very soon, some accounts say a fortnight after the birth of
Henrietta Anne. The young Princess was given over to the
tender keeping of Lady Morton ; and when opportunity for
escape offered itself to them, the notable governess assumed
a somewhat squalid disguise, and with the little Princess
(now some two years old) attired in a ragged costume, and
made to pass as her son Peter, she made her way on foot to
Dover, as the wife of a servant out of place. The only peril
that she ran was from the recalcitrating objections made by
278 ITEW PICTXTBSS AKD OLB PAKEL0.
her precious and troublesome charge. The litUe Princess
loved fine clothes, and would not don or wear mendicant
rags but with screaming protest. All the way down to the
coast '* Peter" strove to intimate to passiiLg way&rers that
there was a case of abduction before them, and that she was
being carried off against her will. Had her expression been
as clear as her efforts and inclination, the pretty plot would
have been betrayed. Fortunately she was not so precocious
of speech as the infant Tasso, and the passengers on board
the boat to Calais, when they saw the terrible " Peter"
scratching the patient matron who bore him, they only
thought how in tiknes to come he would make the mother's
heart smart more fiercely than he now did her cheeks.
Peace of course was not restored until Lady Morton, soon
after landing, cast off the hump which marred her naturally
elegaat fig^e. and l^fonnLg « Pete." into a princeJ.
both rode joyously to Paris in a coach-and-six — ^as wonderful
and as welcome as that built by fairy hands for the lady of
the glass slipper, out of a portly pumj^in.
The fugitive princess had scarcely reached Paris when
Henrietta Maria resolved to undo what Dr. Burnet had so
well done at Exeter, and to convert Henrietta Anne to
Bomanism. Father Gamache attempted the same with
Lady Morton, but as the latter, though she listened, would
not yield, the logical Jesuit pronounced her death by fever,
many years subsequently, to be the award of Heaven for
her obduracy! He found metal far more ductile in the
youthful daughter of the King of England. For her espe-
cial use he wrote three heavy octavo volumes, entitled
' Exercices d'une Ame Eoyale,' and probably thought that
the desired conversion was accomplished less by the bonbons
of the Court than the reasoning of the confessor.
The royal exUes lived in a splendid misery. They were
so magnificently lodged and so pitiably cared for, that they
are said to have often lain together in a bed at the Louvre
POBTBAm 01 THl- BAVORTBBS OT CHABLES I. 279
during a winter's day in order to keep themselTes warm ;
no fuel haying been provided for them, and thej lacking
money to procure it. They experienced more comfort in
the asylum afforded them in the conyent of Ste. Marie de
ChaOlot. Here Henrietta Anne grew up a graceful child,
the delight of every one save Louis XIY., who hated her
mortally, until the time came when he could only love her
criminally. Mother and daughter visited England in the
automn of l^e year of the Sestoration. Pepys has left a
graphic outline of both : — " The Queen a very little plain old
woman, and nothing more in her presence, in any respect,
nor garbe, than any ordinary woman. The Princess Hen-
rietta is very pretty, but much below my expectation ; and
her dressing of herself, urith her haire frized short up to her
eares, did make her seem so much the less to me. But my
wife standing near her with two or three black patches on,
and well-dressedy did seem to me much handsomer than
she." Death, as I have before stated, marred the festivities.
Love mingled with both ; and Buckingham, who had been
sighing at the feet of Mary, Princess of Orange, now stood
pouring unutterable nothings into the ear of her sister
Henrietta Anne. When the latter, with her mother, em-
barked at Calais on this royal visit to England, they spent
two days in reaching Dover. On their return they went on
board at Portsmouth, but storms drove them back to port,
and the Princess was attacked by measles while on the sea.
Buckingham, in his character of lover, attended her to
Havre, displaying an outrageous extravagance of grief. Phi-
lippe, the handsome, effeminate, and unprincipled Duke of
Orleans, her affianced husband, met her at the last-named
port, and tended her with as much or as little assiduity as
man could show who never knew what it was to feel a pure
affection for any woman in the world. The Princess felt
little more for him, and stiU less for Buckingham, on whose
forced departure from Paris the daughter of Charles was
280 nSW FIOTVBES AlTD OLD PiLVBLS.
married to the brother of Louis, the last daj of March, 1661,
in full Lent, and with maimed rites — a disregard for seasons
and ceremonies which caused all France to augur ill for the
consequences.
" Madame,'* as she was now called, became the idol of a
Court that loved wit and beauty, and was not particular on
the score of morality. All the men adored her; and the
King, to the scandal of his mother (Anne of Austria), was
chief among the worshipers. Her memoirs have been
briefly and rapidly written by her intimate friend, Madame
de La Eayette. The latter was an authoress of repute, and
the " ami de coBur," to use a sofb term, of the flEtmous La
Bochefoucauld. This lady wrote the memoirs of the Princess
from materials furnished by her Eoyal Highness, and thus
she portrays the delicate position of Louis le Grand and
Henrietta d' Angleterre : — " Madame entered into close inti-
macy with the Countess of Soissons, and no longer thought
of pleasing the King, but as a sister-in-law. 1 think, how-
ever, that she pleased him after another fashion; but I
imagine that she fancied that the King himself was agree-
able to her merely as a brother-in-law, when he was pro-
bably something more ; but, however, as they were both
infinitely amiable, and both bom with dispositions inclined to
gallantly, and that they met daily for purposes of amuse-
ment and festivity, it was clear to everybody that they felt
for one another that sentiment which is generally the fore-
runner of passionate love."
" Monsieur" became jealous, the two queen-mothers cen-
sorious, the Court delighted spectators, and the lovers per-
plexed. To conceal the criminal fact, the poor La YaHere
was selected that the King might make love to the latter,
and so give rise to the belief that in the new love the old
had been forgotten. But Louis fell in love with La Valiere
too, after his fashion, and soon visited her in state, preceded
by drums and trumpets. " Madame" was piqued^ and took
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revenge or consolation in receiving the aspirations of the
Count de Gniche. " Monsieur*' quarrelled with the latter,
confusion ensued, and the ancient Queens, by their intrigues,
made the confusion worse confounded. Not that they were
responsible for all the confusion. How could they be ? since
they only misruled in an imbroglio wherein the King loved
La Valiere, the Marquis de Marsillac loved Madame, Ma-
dame loved the Count de Quiche, Monsieur affected to love
Madame de Valentinois, who loved M. de Peguilon, and
Madame de Soissons, beloved by the King, loved the Mar-
quis de Yardes, whom, however, she readily surrendered to
Madame, in exchange for, or as auxiliary to. Monsieur de
Quiche ; antbthis chain of loves is, after all, only a few links
in a network that would require a volume to unravel, and
even then would not be worth the trouble expended on it.
They who would learn the erotic history of the day, may
consult the memoirs by Madame de La Fayette. The story
is like a Spanish comedy, full of intrigue, deception, stilted
sentiment, and the smallest possible quantity of principle.
There are dark passages, stolen meetings, unblushing
avowals, angry husbands who are not a jot better than the
seducers against whom their righteous indignation is di-
rected, and complacent priests who utter a low " Oh, ^eV^
and absolve magnificent sinners who may help them to
scarlet hats and the dignity of " Eminence." The chaos of
immorality seemed come again. " Madame" changed her
adorers, and was continually renewing the jealousy of
" Monsieur," but she in some sort pacified him by deigning
to receive at her table the "ladies" whom he mostly de-
lighted to honour. The lives of the whole parties were
passed in the unlimited indulgence of pleasant sins, and in
gaily paying for their absolution from the consequences!
Old lovers were occasionally exiled to make room for new
ones, or out of vengeance, but the "commerce d'amour"
never ceased in the brilliant Court of Louis le Grand.
282 ITEW PIOTUBBS AlTD OLD FAFELS.
There was scarcelj an indiyidual in tliat Court who might
not, when dying, have said what Lord Mnskerrj said as that
exemplary indiyidual lay on his deathbed, — " Well, I have
nothing wherewith to reproach myself^ for I never denied
myself anything ! '*
At length, in 1670, Henrietta once more visited England.
It was against the consent of her husband. She had that of
the King; and her mission was to arrange matters with her
brother Charles II., to establish Bomanism in England, and
to induce him to become the pensioned ally of France ! To
further her purpose she brought in her train the beautiful
Louise de Querouaille. This was a " vrai trait de g^nie."
Charles took the lady and the money, and doubly sold him-
self and country to France. He made a Duchess (of Ports-
mouth) of the French concubine, and Louis added a Gallic
title to heighten the splendour of her infamy, and that of
the monarch who, for her and filthy lucre, had sold bis very
soul. There was some horrible story referring to himself
and Henrietta which was probably only invented to exaspe-
rate the husband of the latter against her. There is pro-
bably more truth in the report that the young Duke of
Monmouth gazed on her with a gallant assurance that met
no rebuke. A few days afterwards, on the 29th of June,
1670, she was well and joyous with Philippe, no participator
in her joy, at St. Cloud. In the evening she showed some
symptoms of faintness, but the heat was intense ; a glass of
chicory water was offered to her, of which she drank ; and
she immediately complained of being grievously ill. Her
conviction was that she was poisoned, and very little was
done either to persuade her of the contrary, or to cure her.
The agony she suffered would have slain a giant. Amid it
all she gently reproached her husband for his want of affec-
tion for her, and deposed to her own fidelity ! The Court
gathered round her bed ; Louis came and talked religiously ;
his consort also came, accompanied by a poor guard of
POBTBjLITB OV THB DA17aHT£BB 01* OHABLts I. 283
honour, and the royal concubines came too, escorted by little
annles ! Burnet says that her last words were, '^ Adieu,
Treyille," addressed to an old lover, who was so affected by
them that he turned monk — for a short time. Bossuet re-
ceiyed her last breath, and made her fimeral oration ; of the
speaker and of the oration in question, Yinet says, " Since
this great man was obliged to flatter, I am very glad that he
has done it here with so little heart, that we may be allowed
to think that adulation was not natural to his bold and vigo-
rous genius." The oration could do as little good to her
reputation, as the dedication to her by Ba^^ine, of his < An-
dromaque,' could do to her glory.* As to her ultimate fate,
it was difficult even at the time to prove that sbe was poi-
soned. The chicory water was thrown away, and the vessel
which contained it had been cleansed before it could be exa-
mined. Thei^e were deponents ready to swear that the body
betrayed evidences of poison, and others that no traces of
it were to be ^scovered. All present protested innocence,
wfaHe one is said to have confidentially confessed to the King,
on promise of pardon, that he had been expressly engaged
in compassing the catastrophe. No wonder, amid the con-
flicting testimony, that Temple, who had been despatched
from London to inquire into the affair, could only oracularly
resolve that there was more in the matter than he cared
to talk about, and that at aU events Charles had better be
silent, as he was too powerless to resent the alleged crime.
And so ended the last of the daughters of Charles Stuart,
* The funeral oration contained the following passage : — " She must
descend to those gloomy regions " (he was speaking of the royal vaults at
St. Denis) '* with those annihilated kings and princes among whom we
can scarcely find room to place her, so crowded are the ranks." When
the body of the Dauphin, son of Louis XIY., was deposited in these
vaults in 1778, it was remarked with a ** yague terror," as Bungener
says in his * Un Sermon sous Louis XTV,,' that the royal vault was en-
tirely full. There was literally no place for Louis XVI. in the tomb of
his ancestors.
284 NEW PICTUBES AlTD OLD PAITELS.
all of whom died young, or died suddenly, — ^and none but
the infant Anne happily.
At the hour of the death of Henrietta, there stood weep-
ing by her side her fair young daughter, Maria Louisa. The
child was eight years of age, and Montague, on that very
day, had been painting her portrait. In the year 1688, that
child, who had risen to the dignity of Queen of Spain, and
was renowned for her beauty, wit, and vivacity, was pre-
sented by an attendant with a cup of milk. She drank the
draught and died.
Henrietta Maria left her heart to the Nuns of the Visita-
tion, to whose good keeping James II. left his own, and con-
fided that of his daughter Louisa Maria. The heart of the
King was finally transferred to the chapel of the English
Benedictines in the Faubourg St. Jacques. During the
Eevolution, the insurrectionists of the day shivered to pieces
the urn in which it was contained, and trod the heart into
dust upon the floor of the chapel. They did as much to the
royal hearts enshrined at the " Visitation." The very dust
of the sons and the daughters of Stuart was again an abomi-
nation in the eyes of democracy.
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THE THINGS WE BON'T KNOW.
When our party had again assembled, the fortunes of the
great personages who have been grouped in preceding pic-
tures were more than once alluded to. " Few of them, pro-
bably, ever foresaw," said Smith, " whither the chariot-wheels
of destiny were carrying them."
" (Test comme moi .'" exclaimed Alexandre ; " here I have
sketches on canvas, commenced without particular design,
and ending, as you see, in pictures that seem to have a
story. Here is a French Admiral, there an opera-dancer,
' — they had, originally, no reference one to the other ; but
now they remind me of Bougainville and Coralie."
We looked at the group, pronounced it pretty, and asked
for the story.
" K I were to give it a name," said Alexandre, " I should
caU it ' The Things We Don't Know.' "
The name led us into some conversation on various peo-
ple and events which might be illustrated by such a title.
Summarily, here, it may be said on such a text that our
ignorance, compared with our knowledge, is as the giant
to the dwarf in the fable. They walk through the world
together, sensitive Knowledge getting all the blows, while
stalwart Ignorance swaggers on with withers all unwrung.
Ignorance is the sea, and knowledge the bright evening-
star shining over it in clear, chaste, and circumscribed pu-
rity: ignorance is sometimes better than knowledge, and
the end of knowledge, after all, is but the confirmation of
ignorance. '' I would give all I have," said the waterman's
286 KSW PICTITBES AlfD OLD PAITELS.
boy to Dr. Johnson, " to know about the Argonauts." That
jovial crew of classic days were to him one of '^ the things
he didn't know;" in exchange for an acquaintance wit)
which he would have given what he possessed, thereby
truly illustrating that ignorance is a good thing to be got
rid of at any sacrifice.
Yes, "the things we don't know" present a wide realm
for the imagination to soar over ; boundless it lies in the
immensity of space. Earth, air, and skies, and the waters
under the earth, are all of this kingdom. Morals, philo-
sophy, and physics, are portions of this unlimited region ;
and the sum of what we know is less than the wart when
weighed against the Ossa of our ignorance. What, even
yet, know we of the secrets of the earth ? Not more than
he knows of geography who has never seen anything re-
lating to it but what he could learn from an outline map.
And this in reference of its mere surface. "We have a pon-
derous Universal History ; and, wrapped up in the mantle
of our ignorance, we complacently congratulate ourselves
on our intimacy with the story of man in all ages and coun-
tries. But who can reveal to us the tale of those nations
who lie unsung, even by the wild harp of tradition, beneath
the diversely shaped mounds of North and South America ?
Myriads of men are there entombed with evidences about
them of an advanced civilization; and yet we, who have
probably profited by their discoveries in art and science,
are ignorant even of their names ; and we stand by the side
of their mouldering skeletons, unable to say more than,
Here lies the shell of the flown bird !
When we hail each modern discovery as a testimony of
modem superiority, we are unconscious of the fact, that not
only have all our witty things been said before us, but that
all our great things were once in action, ere we struck upon
our so-called original thought of inventing them. Painting
in oils is no discovery of the Van Eycks ; the steam-engine
THB THIHGS WE DOK't KNOW. 287
and the railroads are said to be recoveries, — their prin-
ciples, at least, were in daily activity before the eyes of
Egyptian sommer tourists in the days of Fsammetichus and
the Twelve Kings. The English amnibi that traverse the
isthmus of Suez excite more surprise now in our own plagi-
arizing eye than did the iron-traced road and the steam-
funnel in the minds of the sober citizens of Sais when they
made their trips to Memphis ; or, more adventurously, like
cockneys on the Khine, hurried through the Heptanomis
to the City of Crocodiles, to Ptolemais, or to Thebes ; or,
bolder still, explored the Thebais itself up to the very Cata-
racts. So little know we of men, and of the habits of men
who have dwelt upon the surface of the earth. So little, and
even less, know we of the earth itself. We prick the hide
of the elephant with a pin, and then pronounce upon its
anatomy ; even so have we scraped the dust from the first
coating of the globe, and, like Sir Oracle, who when he opes
his mouth bids no dog bark, have we talked most foolish
wisdom, and most unstable certainty, of all that we do not
know beneath it. Nay, the very history of our times is no
longer a thing known to us. We had thought that Kufus
had been slain by that wicked Walter Tyrrell; we had
i^ndly dreamed that CoBur de Lion was no coward ; we had
even conjectured that Mary Stuart and Anne Boleyn were
personifications of innocence, that Gloucester was hunch-
backed, and that King Charles had sat in an oak, gilding
apples for posterity. But modem authors doubt all these
things, and a thousand others besides ; they are sceptical
academics on all they write ; they tell us that we don't
know if such things were ; and, in short, they will reduce us
to the unpleasant necessity of writing a book that shall be
entitled, the Art of Not Knowing History.
I^ as Shakspeare says, — and, as that sweet '^Swan of
Avon" has said it, there can be little doubt attached to
thai matter, — a good deed shines in a naughty world, so it
288 KEW PIOTITBES ASD OLD PANELS.
is a fact, of which we are not always cognizant^-T-a thing, in
short, which we do not know, or, knowing, forget, — ^that an
evil deed bears more ills in its train, and continues its bale-
ful influence over a more extended period of time, than he
who thoughtlessly gave the example, contemplated at the
moment when he perhaps devoted myriads of beings to de-
struction. The women who quarrelled over the making of
Queen Anne*s bed caused a war in which thousands pe-
rished. Had either of these Abigails only known one thing,
—"the soft answer which tumeth away vrrath," — it is
hardly too much to say that the face of Europe had not
presented the aspect which we now see her wear. "When
the dispute commenced about the size of a window in the
palace of VersaiQes, how little did Holland know, while the
Grand Monarque and his minister were bandying words, in
breadth and odour smacking more of the stable than the
saloon, that it behoved every Dutchman to be up and but-
toning his — that is buckling on — ^his armour ; every word
in that dispute threatened the States with fire and sword ;
every angry afi&rmation of the King cost the United Pro-
vinces a town ; and, if there be any truth in the poetical
influences of sympathy, the smoke that rose from every
Hollander's pipe on that eventful day must have taken
wreathed forms, speaking to his affrighted sense of rapine
menacing his amphibious cities, and ruin impending over
his dairies, his dollars, and his daughters ! How very little
did Louis VII. imagine that, by cultivating the growth of
his too celebrated beard, he was in the course of perfecting
a war that was destined to ravage Prance during three long
and disastrous ages. This prince — who had one day amused
his leisure hours (of which, like Heyne's archbishop, he had
four-and-twenty daily) by burning four thousand peasants
of Champagne who had taken refuge in the church of Vitry
— ^had the unusual weakness, at some subsequent period, of
feeling a little regret at having so treated fellows who, in
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their character of mere common men, were beneath the re-
membrance and the remorse of royalty. The families of the
martyrs were uncommonly flattered and gratified by this
mark of the monarch's attention ; and, as it was the only
return they enjoyed for being deprived of their protectors
and friends, they were right to make as much out of it as
they well could. The sense entertained by the Church at
this fiinny little escapade of the King's was manifested in
the jocular penance imposed on him by the Archbishop of
Paris, who demanded that he should sacrifice his beard as
an expiation for his dight ' irregularity. Louis consented
with good grace ; and, to complete the frolic, the venerable
prelate himself took his Majesty by the nose, and performed
all the functions of an accomplished Eigaro. The King,
having thus cut his beard and his remorse, thought the joke
at an end ; but the Church, which had expressed itself per-
fectly satisfied with getting the monarch's beard, was very
much astonished, and, indeed, displeased, at finding Heaven
determined to exact a little retribution for its own share ;
and truly that unpleasant person whom the ancients yclept
Nemesis sued him in a very remarkable fashion. The sove-
reign's wife, Eleanor of Guyenne, conceiving a sudden anti-
pathy for a beardless husband^ and being shocked, moreover,
at the indelicacy of an uncovered chin, renounced her liege
lord's couch as readily as he had done his beard ; she then
speedily obtained a divorce, and with it the restitution of
her dowry, which, with the addition of herself, she flung
into the arms of Henry of Normandy. "When the latter
encircled his brows with England's mark of sovereignty, he
employed the portion of his bride in carrying on a war with
France, which lasted till the reign of Charles VII., and
which war, or rather series of wars, fought under various
pretexts, though they were signalized by such triumphant
days for England as those of Crecy, Poitiers, Agincourt,
Vemeuil, Mons-en-Vimeux, Crevant, and the glorious
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festival of Herrings, at Eouvrai, terminated somewhat
less than agreeably to us, when a combined religious and
superstitious fear of the Maid of Orleans chilled the stout
hearts, and palsied the brave arms, oi England's bcddest
warriors.
A very important illustration of the title, " The Things
We Don't Know," may be found in the never-ending evils
which a man may almost unknowingly cause by a Hght word
spoken against religion, virtue, or morals. The system
which takes in this poison may transmit it to generation
succeeding generation. He who wrote sportively in sup-
port of the assertion, that killing was no murder, may be
morally responsible for the last public assassination that
polluted our streets. What he wrote in jest, the reader of
a later period, not having the context of the times to weigh
against each phrase, may have taken for sad and sober
earnest ; till, in the course of events, its reasoning may have
recommended that as a virtue which its author would never
have thought of contemplating but in its worst view as the
worst of crimes. It is, indeed, impossible to trace the ext^it
and duration of wrong caused by evil example; it is not
only continuous through a long line of succeeding ages, but
is often productive of instantaneous consequences, — conse-
quences of which, perhaps, he who has caused them dreams
as little as did the Mogul Khan, who rdgned on the borders
of China,
^ Son nom est Temugiu ; c'est t'en apprendre assez^*'
of having lowered the price of herrings in the English
market. No one now requires to be told that this close
connection between the sublime and the ridiculous occurred
in A.D. 1238, owing to our market being glutted, from the
northern nations not sending over their ships to purchase
our herrings, through fear of the Tartars, who were about
invading Europe.
This mention of the word Tartar reminded Yriarte of an
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event, appertaining to the subject, which he once witnessed
in the market-place of the town of Cashgar.
" A poor devil of that nation," said he, " whose character
had saiSered, not so much from thieving as from having been
detected in a theft, was condemned to suffer the penalty- due
less to his crime than his awkwardness. He stood on a
scaffold, in the busy square of the above-named town, with
hi& left-hand firmly fixed in a wedge, while, in his right, he
held a sharp, broad-bladed knife. The punishment de-
manded by the law extended no Airther than this : ifc merely
declared that the culprit should not be removed till he could
release himself; and his only means of accomplishing this
devoutly wished-for consummation was by cutting his left-
hand off with the knife that the generous law had placed in
his right. Now the thing this unlucky Talmuk conveyancer
did not know, was how to extricate himself from a diflSculty.
You resemble, thought I, people who are fixed in a very
disagreeable dilemma, and from which they find it impos-
sible either to escape or remain, without damaging their
reputation."
If how to get honourably from between the horns of a
dilemma be among the things that are unknown to many of
us, not less difficult do some persons find it to take advan-
tage of favouring opportunity. It is that tide of which
sweet liVill sings as leading to fortune when taken at the
flood ; and, to the majority of us, it may be that momentous
period of our fates, determining whether we accept or reject
the all-glorious boon of salvation. What a pregnant mo-
ment was that when Paul stood before Agrippa, and the
latter, struck with the majestic truths that fell from the
noble lips of his exalted prisoner, the foremost man of all
that ever iarod this earth, exclaimed, ''Thou almost persuadest
me to he A Christian ! " At that moment, the needle of
opportunity trembled in the balance of Fate ; the guardian
o 2
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angel looked down with an anxious smile, his spirit made
still more radiant by the hope that a soul was about to be
rescued that day from the powers of heathenism and dark-
ness, and merit a claim, through faith, to be enrolled among
the Sons of Light, whose place is around the throne of the
immutable Father of Truth. But the demon of Indecision
stood at the ear of the wavering monarch. Agrippa let " I
dare not" wait upon "I would;" his hand was upon the
horn3 of the altar, but only for a moment. The legions of
angels who had heard his words, and gazed from their seats
on high with such intensity of hope and joy that the very
air that minute seemed to man to be made up of nought
but sunshine, withdrew the light of their eyes when they
heard no assurance of determined faith follow upon the
sovereign's words of doubt, and, abandoning the earth to its
pristine state of chilly darkness, they left Agrippa a bye-
word to its inhabitants, as one knowing, yet neglecting, the
worth of golden opportunity,
" I," said "Weber, a German artist, " never met with a
more perfect illustration of self-ignorance than one pre-
sented to me within the majestic, gloomy aisles of St. Ste-
phen's, at Vienna. They who have visited that glorious
pile may probably recollect a little chapel near the western
door, in which reposes the great Eugene of Savoy, who de-
monstrated to Louis XIV. how many things there were
which that monarch did not know, when he refused the
young Prince permission to become a soldier. The king
would have had him a court priest, to shrive those aristo-
cratic sinners to whom the sun rose at Paris and set at Ver-
sailles, and to whom all the rest of the world were Arctic
oceans. Polar circles, and Cimmerian darkness. But Eugene
would be a soldier, and, as the friend and ally of Marl-
borough, he became a rankling thorn in the side of the
Bourbon devot, who would not allow him to become the
rose, as he was the expectancy, of the fair State. In this
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chapel, all that is mortal of him, lies beneath a showy, and
som' what tewdr,. mixture of brass and marble ; andYear it
is that colossal figure of Christ crucified which, for the divine
impersonation of the suffering Bedeemer, reveals to the eye
of the wondering, the devout, or the sneering spectator, a
brawny Negro, not altogether ill formed, comely, though
black, furnished with an abundance of woolly hair, and wiry
beard to match. Close, then, to this chapel is a tomb which
may have escaped the notice of those travellers for whom
the ices of the Grab, the attractions of the Yolksgarten, and
the smiles of the waltz-loving Wienerinnen, had metal more
attractive than anything that eye could distinguish in the
more than dimly religious light of the Turk-shaken Dom
Kirche. One seldom sees a so-called imposing tomb with-
out being struck by the vanity of the poor worm to whom it
is erected. A very fat animal of this reptile and writhing
order has here his counterfeit resemblance, stijQly assuming
a position between his two rigid-looking wives; he leans
on a pile of books, and wears one of those enormous seal-
rings which the Germans of these modem days still affect.
A very pedantic Latin epitaph, speaking for the corpulent
defunct, says, in terribly crabbed style, " I worshiped the
Muses and Apollo. I was a poet and a physician ; the Em-
peror endowed me with wealth and dignity ; be these words,
therefore, the sole inscription on my tomb, Cuspinianus is
dead ; but he will live in the immortal and immense histo-
rical works he has bequeathed to posterity ; yea, in these he
will live for ever ! "
" Well done," cried Smith, " for a fat, illustriously ob-
scure wretch. It was lest such learned Thebanism as his
should record its folly on imperishable marble that the
Spartans, as one of you once observed, interdicted the use
of lying tombstones. Go to, for a ponderous simpleton
who measures ability as the Dutchman did poetical excel-
lence, by weight. Gto to, thou less known than thy heavier
294 VTW FICTTTBIS AlTD OLD PAVSIS.
brother Lambert ; tbmi who art not eren in the German
Valhalla, the hall of the Tentonie mediocritiea. Posterity
takes thee ging^y, aa it would a lazj, oveffed waap, and, put-
ting its foot upon thee, treads flat thy over swollen Taaity ! "
" But remember," said Mee Aughton, " that if «pon such
pseudo-celebrities as that obese and yerse-epinning son of
iElsculapius the work of annihilation is only the trouUe of
putting the foot, so there are celebrities so pure and
genuine that no weight can crush l^em, nor any power
efface. A certain Bohemian Jesuit was not aware ai this
simple fact, when he thought that by a little act of is^ite,
engendered by his malicious little mind, he had swept
Luther from the memory and gratitude of man.
*' In the Jesuits' Library at Prague, of which this Bohe-
mian was once a member, I yerily beliere a man may obtain
any hock that was ever published, from i^e first printed
Bible by Fust, as he spells his name on the titlepage, down
to the last numbers (for I saw them) of the * Illustrated
Shakspeare.' I am not about to do the office of the guide-
books, by giving you a catalogue, either ruis<mnS or other-
wise, of the many remarkable objects this library encloses
within its learned walls ; and quite as little am I disposed
to regale you with pen-and-ink sketches of the biography
of the multitude of truly illustrious men who have at once
received and reflected honour by their sojourn under this,
partially speaking, academic shade. Had no greater, more
pious, or wiser man trod these floors than the meek and
murdered Huss, the ground here trodden would still be
holy. It is, indeed, in connection with hinr that I have to
Bpeak. In company with a learned, and not leas jotial.
priest, German by birth but Irish by descent, I had run
through the lions of the place ; and, as the shades of evening
were fast thickening around us, we stood before the grey
marble pedestal supporting the white Carrara bust of the
idolized Mozart. My Mend had his finger on that part of
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the insmption wbidi istabes that the great comp^ber wim
' recalled to eolestial harmony,' and he bade me admire the
hiunour of the phrase. I might, perhaps, have done so had
it been original, but I half-offended mj companion by intt^
mating that, at ab eaiiiw period, Drjden had written some^
thing to the «ame time on the musical dust of our beloTed
Furceil. He was chagrined that I should have alluded to ^ven
a suspicion of plagiarism ; and, confessing that the thought
aknost (douded the antie^ations he had formed of the enjoy*
mentB attending our evening devotions befol^ the mellow
glories of a flask of old Blister Ausbruch, he suddenly re»
membered that I had not seen the very N«ro atiid Wallace^
as it wel<e, of the literary lions of Prague. Hunying me
into 4n adjacent and lofty apartment, he walked almost
reverently, as it seemed to me, to a redess, and returned
bearing a large volume, as large as a seaman^« chest, and
about twice as heavy. This terrific-looking tome proved to
be a book of manu^pt songs, the musical nc^es of which
are of the size of sledge-hammers, and not unlike them in
figure. Each wmg or hymn has a head and tail piece mol^
exquisitely illuminated than the most curious in pictures
so limned could easily imagihe; while down the knargins^
where may be found ' ample room and verg^ enough,' rta
profuse and elegant masses of arabesque illustratiotis and
adornments, on seeing which you bwear — land v^ pixV
fanely swear aloud, too — that none but Diirer or Diabolus
could poBgibly have had a hand iti them. Among tiliis hap>
mcmious collection is a s<Hig in praise of John Huss> which,
in the olden time, it was a matter of observalice to ding on
the eve of John the Baptist. This is illustrated by the illu-
mination of the initial letter exquisitely representing the
beheading of the saint. The tail-piece is a graphic ^cene of
the burning of Huss himself at Constance ; some Eomish
priests, his adversaries in argument, are standing near» ex-
ulting in the edifying sight of witnessing an antagonist so
296 NEW PICTITBEB AND OLD PANELS.
effectually overcome. But tbe most remarkable marginal
ornaments consist in tbe portraits of Wycliffe, Kuss, and
Luther, executed with a master's band, and witb tbe excel-
lence of bumour and spirit. Wjcliffe, tbe topmost of the
illustrious three, is represented in tbe act of striking a light ;
Huss, beneath him, has caught tbe spark, and is lighting a
candle from it ; and Luther, under Huss, having increased
tbe flame, has ignited a torch, in place of the lesser light of
bis predecessor, which he is waving around bis bead with
the intense delight of triumph and victory. This latter
portion of tbe tripart picture has evidently not been con-
templated by some one with the spirit of religious philo-
sophy ; for directly through the great Reformer's face there
is a mark as if some envious fellow bad, with a wet thumb,
occupied himself for an hour by trying to efface what to the
favourer of darkness was an offensive representation. The
thing this foolish and malignant fellow did not know was
this, that bis very act has rendered tbe illustration more
strikingly perfect, showing tbe truly Bom:sb (rather than
Eoman) hatred towards the founder of Protestantism, and
reminding us, moreover, that, though tbe face of the modem
apostle be no more seen, tbe light be raised is still a bright,
glorious, and inextinguishable light.
"*Wbo did this?' was the exclamation that naturally
followed the above sight ; but I could learn nothing more in
reply than that it was the work of a monk so renowned for
bis acute sense of smell, that he professed to be able, by his
nose alone, to distinguish between good and bad men as he
passed them in the street.
" * So much for his nose !' said I ; * may his tongue remain
for ever as dry as that of the blessed Neopomuk in St.
Wenzel's chapel.'
" There is Alexandre going to sleep over your long stories,"
said Smith. " What of Bougainville and Coralie, Alexandre?"
asked be.
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"Well!" replied Alexandre, "of all the remarkable cir-
cumstances that ever befell a man in the category of things
unknown, is that of commencing a voyage round the world,
utterly unconscious, when at his morning toilet, that he
was dressing for a grand tour to his own house by way of
the Antipodes. That an individual should actually com-
mence the occupation of circumnavigating the world with-
out himself entertaining the slightest suspicion of the dance
through the five zones that Fate had reserved for him ; that
he should exchange, and, all unknowingly to the person
most interested in the affair, * his unhoused free condition,'
to be cribbed, cabined, and confined, to be put in circum-
scription, as Othello has it, even while he deemed his pos-
sessions in freedom, and Coralie la Danseuse to be among
the least questionable of sublunary things, is perhaps one of
the most singular events that could occur to any respectable
individual, who was very far from dreaming that time and
the hour intended him the honour of a visitation, accom-
panied with so vast a measure of undesired mutability." —
Coralie, the celebrated opera-dancer, made her first ap-
pearance upon the stage of life as a nun. She had actually,
but much against her own will, taken the veil and her vows,
both of which, as property peculiarly belonging to a convent,
she left behind in her cell, when Armand de Vouillon, her
lover, contrived, by the aid of him who laughs at locksmiths,
to carry her off; nothing loath, from small-type breviaries,
heavy scourges, long masses, and short meals, to life and
that everlasting love which, as understood in Paris, seldom
expires under a month.
Coralie then became v^fille de V Opera, and she was not
the first nun who had taken so strange a flight. By able
tuition and constant practice, she was at last pronounced
capable of making her debut; and, on the night that she
charmed the crowded theatre of the Tuileries by her magic
performance of Hebe, her veiled sisters in the convent-
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298 viiw piGTiniBS ijn> old PAinBLs.
cbapel celebrated a I>e FrofumdU in her behalf, as though
she had reallj, bodily, departed from among th^n. Por a
time her career i^ras an ovation : she walked upon flowers,
lired in never-changing sunshine, broke the hearts, weekly,
of fiye officers of the E^giment de Bohan, and had the plea-
sure of hearing announced to her, every morning, that the
Seine had been dragged below St. Cloud in search of the
Coralie suicides.
On these latter occasions, her Abigail, a far more eatable
thing than a grisette, would enter her boudoir, with com-
pound features made up of a smile and a sigh, and simper-
ingly announce, '^ I have the honour of informing Mademoi-
selle that the bodies of a young lawyer aud two Mousque-
taires Noirs were found in the river this morning. They
were in full-dress, and each bore the usual written intima-
tion that they died for want of the smiles of the divine
Coralie." Whereupon, the aforesaid divinity would sip her
chocolate, and remark, with a dissatisfied air, ^'C^esi hien
peu de chose I Two drunken soldiers and a miserable coun-
cillor ! Why, 't is hardly fame I "
It was on one of these mornings, when the divinity,
only half-propitiated by an indifferent sacrifice of worthless
life made in her honour the previous night, received in her
elegant boudoir, from which she had but a moment previ-
ously dismissed Eugene Fontbonne, the nephew of the
Archbishop of Paris, the homage of one who, considering
his strength of mind, his wisdom, and his knowledge, was
strangely held the willing captive of this charmer's bonds.
This was no less than the celebrated navigator BougainviUe,
a man who, like the hero of your Dryden's satire, had been
everything by turns, and nothing long — with this slight
difference, that his varied range of characters comprised all
that was useful, though occasionally coloured by eccentricity.
He entered with a somewhat sombre face, for he knew who
had preceded him in rendering homage to the amiable sove-
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reign of the hour ; but lie heitber evinced no^ felt tbe isdigbtest
portion of melsncboly. His motto was, " All for love ; '*
buJt he de^lj declined dying of tbe complaints And nothing
was so ren3iote from bis tbougbtt and intentions as tbe idea
of immolating bimself in honour of the fairedt o£ the ftir
daughitei of Terpsichore.
'^ Well, paress&uiv r* exclaimed tbd charming pet of the
ballet, "yom sure come at last; ftnd) I know, only to say
' AdieUb' I saw in this morning's ' Gazette' the annouiice*
ment of your approaching departure for the Malouines."
" In an hour," said Bougainville, ** I oomiSnence a voyage
round the world ; and sure I bxsl that, throu^out tbe long
circuit) I shall see nothing half so lovely — "
" Though twice as honest," interrupted the candid Co-
ralie. Like many pe6{>le of thede better-regulated times,
she tesuin^ sincerity in accusing herself of faults, that the
world might believe she was innocent of them.
" Gertd,inly not batf bo lovely/' resumed the honest sailor,
lettving the lady the benefit of her own admission,-^'' no^
thing half so lovely as she whose hand now lies in mine."
'^ And who," added the princess with a pout^ ** is left be-
hind like Ariadne abandoned by Theseus,-^an illustration
f&r which you may be grtiteful to old Piazini, who has com-
posed a ballet for me on the subject. It will please my dear
Sage," she continued, playfully tapping his cheek, " to know
that I am learned as well as lovely. Thanks to Pizzini, you
see I already know something of Eoman history."
A quiet, but perfectly polite smile passed over the fea-
tures of the great navigator, as he rejoined, '^ I see it, my
sweet one. You were bom to charm and instruct mankind ;
and you quite as much mistook your vocation when you
became a nun as I did mine on the day I enrolled myself
among ces diahles de Motisquetaires"
^^ Fi done, upon the comparison!" answered Coralie;
« even as a nun I did not disgrace my profession, nor shame
my sisters while I was one of them."
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" And of wliat horrid crime was I guilty when a Monsque-
taire?" asked Bougainville, something surprised. "My
brethren-in-arms were not of that very nice virtue that a
trifle would ruffle them. Did I bum a church ?"
"Worse!" said Coralie.
" Worse ? Was I absent on the night of your debut, or
is it any horrible atrocity of that nature ?"
" Infinitely more grave," repb'ed the fatisse prude, " Tou
wrote a book which not even the libertine Mousquetaires
could read."
" True," exclaimed Bougainville, with a laugh.
" A book which no lady ever mentions."
" Why, true again," rejoined Bougainville ; " and the title
of which was— "
" Nay, I will not even listen to it !" said the nymph.
" An Essay on the Differential Calculus," exclaimed the
Admiral.
"Ah!" cried Coralie, with a laughable affectation of of-
fended dignity, " I knew it was something very improper."
" Such improprieties, and the Mousquetaires with them,"
said Bougainville, with the sweet smile for which he was as
famed as was Napoleon after him, " I abandoned when I
came to years of discretion. And I accompanied the em-
bassy to England to learn gravity ; and, indeed, it is a place
where gravity may be well acquired. They shoot men there,
my love, for errors they are compelled to commit ; and they
disgrace brave officers for aiding to gain a victory. Poor
Byng!" continued Bougainville thoughtfully, " he was one
of the best friends I ever made among our enemies ; and
poor Lord George — "
" J'aime beaucoup les Milords !" said Coralie, yaMming.
" And I too," said Bougainville, " though they are not
half so profitable to me."
A rather tender leave-taking followed, after a short hour
of some such very small conversation as the above. Coralie,
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who did not affect fidelity, did her best to feign sorrow, but
nil she could obtain was a look of sentiment and a graceful
. attitude. *^ I shall have no hopes of suicides a la mode now
you leave me," said the pretty Juggernaut, with an air of
disappointment, " for I shaU have no admirer left in town
but Fontbonne, who, like my petit marin, ungallantly de-
clares that there is more pleasure in living without than
dying for me — Vingrat ! "
A sudden thought seemed to strike the Admiral as he
turned to leave the room. As he descended the staircase his
quiet smile expanded itself into a look of broad fun, and he
entered his ponderous carriage, which was waiting for him
in the courtyard, only to sink back against one of its well-
cushioned comers in a hearty convulsion of laughter.
According to the Admiral's order, the carriage proceeded
at a slow pace up the Champs Elysees. " This is about his
hour," said he, " and, parhleu ! since my beautiful demon is
sighing for blood, and Eontbonne declines being crushed
under the wheels of her car, why I '11 even make away with
him myself."
The carriage had reached the stone bridge called the Pont
d'Antin, which then formed the means of communication
between the celebrated promenade, which the Parisians owe
to the good taste of Colbert, and Lea Allees de Boule, before
Bougainville discovered his friend and rival. Immediately
calling him by name, he invited him to enter the carriage,
and accompany him to Versailles to breakfast.
" If I were certain,'* said Fontbonne, " that I should be
back in Paris by six this evening, I should be charmed to
partake of your impromptu festival."
Bougainville engaged, as far as mortal man could engage
himself, that Eontbonne should be at table, if he chose it,
by that time. Eontbonne sprang into the carriage, and the
Admiral, who had powers of conversation equal to those of
the illustrious Englishman, who is said, after travelling alone
802 KEW FTCTtlBES AFD OLD PAJTXLS.
for three or four boxm, to have inyited liimeelf to dinner as
one of the most agreeable fellows he had tever met tidth,
engaged his intended yictim in such * labyrinth of anec*
dote, wit, jests, and chronicled scandal of the day ; and so
thoroughly was Fontbonne absorbed by the ruaSy tha% the
horses were changed at Versailles, and the royal residence
was a league behind them, before he awoke to conscious-
ness.
" But where," he at length exclaimed, ^' is our intended
breakfast? and whither are we hastening at this unusual
paoeP"
" My dear friend," replied Bougainville, in an a{)(^ogetic
tone, "I have here in the carriage a better r^Mwt than
Jacques Coeur himself, with all his wealth, could procure;"
saying which, he produced a charming little collation, sur-
rounded with an appetising air which the Er^ich alone
know how to give to all picnic arraDge(ments. ^^ The truth
is," continued Bougain\rille, " I want to surprise you by a
charming little dinner at Domfront, and — "
" Domfront !" cried Fontbonne, " why, I shall not be in
Paris to-night, and Coralie— "
^' Will play Ariadne all the better for the little disappoint-
ment."
" It may be so," said the second lov^^, " but I do not
understand which of us two is the genuine Hieseus. How**
ever, as my day is lost, and as I know you have some excel-
lent sport in view, or you would not have carried me off to
Domfront to witness it, why, I resign myself to my fate, and
shall be anxious for the due appearance of both the dinner
and the joke."
" Neither shall be of an inferior quality, for so much 1
pledge the name of Bougainville," said the latter. " In the
meantime allow me to offer you the wing of this chicken,
and let me beg of you to devote yourself to the Madeira as
if Coralie herself were acting Hebe to you."
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Fontbonne followed the example of hia fntevettr, and did
ample justice to the fare proyided by his humorous com-
panion. So ^ectuailj did Bougainville exert himsdf^ that
Seez and Corouges were passed through almost as uncon*
adously as Yersailles had been. Late in the erening an
exquisite dinner awaited them at the 'Trois Yertas' at
Domfront. To the inquiries of Fontbonne, BougainTille
intimated that the hour for revealing his joke had not
yet come; but that, as all hours were fitly devoted to
champagne^ they would apply themselves during a few of
them to that liquid consideration, and then order ftesh
horses.
'' Fresh horses !" cried the astounded Fcmtbonne, ^' I am
dying of &tigue, and my head is as confused as though
Madame Jaequet de la Ghierre had been singing her own
execrable com|>08itions to me unceasingly for a fortnight/'
^^ The night air," said Bougainville, '^ is a specific for all
such complaints* And, not to deceive you any longer, my
dear Fontbonne, I will confess that I am about spending
some time at Brest. You have never beheld the wonders
of that seaport, and you are too amiable to leave me now
half-way.'*
At this, F(mtbonne f^ into a tempest of passion^ which
however gradually subsided before Bougainville's calm
manner. Assurances of furnishing him with all the means
and appliances necessary for the toilette of & petit nudtre of
the period, and the seductive prospect of a residence among
the joyous spirits that were at that time making Brest glad
with their presence, induced Fontbonne, at last, to give way.
In the due course of events, the two travellers arrived at
their destination. ^' Before we proceed to any less attrac-
tive object," said the Admiral, " let us pay our homage to
my noble vessel which is now lying in the roads." The
firiends alighted; Bougainville gave some directions aside
touching the carriage, and a minute after he and the half-
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bewildered Fontbonne were in a boat on their way to the
chief ship of the squadron. As thej stepped on deck, all due
honours were paid the Admiral, and his companion welcomed
as the protSge of so great a man. A sumptuous repast in
the state-room greeted the eyes of Fontbonne, after he had
made a tour of inspection throughout the ship ; and at the
conclusion of a four hours' sederunt^ he remarked, in alluding
to the forced journey he had made with the Admiral, " I
really believe, gentlemen, your chief is almost hardy enough
to apply to me one of the bad usages he has acquired in
England, and that he would scarcely scruple to press me
to accompany you round the world."
" Nay," said Bougainville, " I use no constraint. If you
will join us, you shall be treated as a favoured guest ; if not,
you are free to return on shore directly."
" Which," said the Admiral's captain, " as it is now dark
as midnight in the Place Manbert, and the land sixteen
leagues astern, would be an enterprise worthy of immor-
talizing the Fontbonnes to the latest generation."
The party were at that precise moment of good-fellowship
when the amiability of a man is not to be ruffled. The
united sensations of champagne, and the smooth course of the
vessel over the mirror-like surface of the ocean, rendered
Fontbonne satisfied and ready for any enterprise ; and, at
length, entering with a good measure of eagerness into the
now-discovered joke, he only sighed " Coralie!" and went,
impromptu, round the world.
After a lapse of three years, the friends returned to the
scene of their old pleasures, their passion for the danseuse
having, in the meantime, metempsychosed itself into a plato-
nization. Nor had the latter been either sad or idle during
the absence of her old lovers, seeing that she had, while that
period pended, contrived to ruin three English peers and a
master-general of the ordnance, those excellent persons
not knowing that there are four things which will always
THE THnrGS WB doit't kwow. 305
swallow and never be satiated — the graye, the sea, a king,
and a ballet-dancer.
Nielson, after an interval, took up another of Alexandre's
sketches,— it represented a fine-looking gentleman bowing
to a lady who had the audacious beauty of Mrs. Bellamy, in
the " Picture in Three Panels."
" Who are these ?" asked Nielsen.
" One is Farinelli, the other is Pompadour. They have
no story, in common," he added, " but they were both artists,
in their respective ways, especially Pompadour, who en-
graved on gems with considerable ability. Here is a copy
of her Louis XV. standing between Peace and Victory."
While the friends and companions are examining the
book of engraved gems, of which Pompadour was the au-
thoress,— let us consider Tier career and that of Farinelli.
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PORTRAITS OF FARINELLI AUD POMPADOUR.
^ I hare stooped to flatter Farinelli, why should I hesitate
to praise Pompadour?" In this speech, uttered b j Maiia
Theresa when political necessity was bending her iibpeirial
neck beneath the heel of a French king's ndstreas, ikeie
was a mixture of insult and injury. Fasinelli was as hooest
a man as any in the court of Charles YI., Maria Theresa's
father. Perhaps Pompadour was as honest a woman as
any in the court of Louis XV. ; but honesty was not to be
found in the entotirage of that able yet idle, accomplished
yet worthless, monarch. Honour and honesty maintained
a dull but respectable state in the saloons of his consort and
of his royal daughters.
The King's own circle was made up of incarnate iniquity,
gallo.ping gaily to meet the deluge which Pompadour had
prophesied, and in the eddies of which so many French go-
vernments have encountered destruction. To place Fari-
nelli on the same level as Pompadour was therefore to inflict
on the former no inconsiderable wrong. To' admire the
artistic skill of either was no condescension, even in an
empress. To speak of Pompadour as an artist is to notice
her in a character which looks strange to the general public;
but in truth her line of art, in which to excel she needed
but the poor qualifications of necessity and virtue, was su-
perior to that by which Farinelli achieved renown and for-
tune. Let us glance at both in their respective pursuits.
At the court of Vienna, at the beginning of the last cen-
tury, the chief favourite of the imperial amateur Charles VI.
POETBAITS OP PABINELLI AISTD POMPADOFB. 807
was Porpora, tbe gpreat jmaETter of recitative and xneastired
art, a man wboee tuition enabled many to become ricb, but
wbose profuse generosity rendered bis extreme old age one
of miserable penury. Porpora owed bis position at Vienna
to wbat would bare ruined a composer anywbere else. Tbe
Emperor, wbo cared only for solemn music, and was never
known to smile, burst into a fit of uncontrollable laugbter
at bearing a sbower of trills in one of Porpora's capering
fugues. Tbe man wbo could excite risibility in a sardonic
Kaiser, was accounted as sometbing above tbe commcm, and
Porpora was more esteemed tban if be bad been a pbilo«
Bopher.
About tbis time tiiere was a marvellously tuneful boy at
Naples, wbo was distinguisbed by tbe title of H B%$ga»ao^
or ^4he boy," but wbose name was Carlo Broscbi Farinelli.
Tbis lad became tbe pupil of Porpora, wbo produced bim at
tbe age of seventeen to tbe critical public of Eome. Tbe
success of Parinelli excited tbe jealousy of tbe longest-
winded trumpeter ever known, and tbe two (instrumentalist
and vocalist) nigbtly endeavoured to excel eacb otber in
uttering tbe greatest amount of notes witbout taking breatb,
wbile tbe intellectual audience sat mutely listening witb
enraptured ears. On one occasion tbe trumpeter scattered
wbole avalancbes of sound, wbile Farinelli competed witb
him in never-ending " runs." Tbe instrumentalist was lost
in bis own continuance of barmonious noise, till bis trem-
bling lips strove in vain to puff, bowever faintly, a crowning
note. He fondly tbougbt be bad gained tbe prize, but bis
astonisbment was great at bearing Farinelli dasbing on, in
tbe same breatb witb wbicb be bad started, now swelling,
now sbaking upon tbe note, anon running tbe most rapid
and difficult divisions, and at lengtb ceasing, not from ex-
haustion, but because, through tbe tumultuous approbation
of tbe audience, he could be heard no more. It was ascer-
tained that be could sing three hundred notes without
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dra¥niig breath. When it is remembered that few other
TocaUflts have been able to accomplish more than fifty nnder
the same conditions, some idea may be entertained of the
powers in this respect of young EarineUi.
Charles VI. not only criticized poor Forpora, but he con-
descended to give counsel to his pupil ; and, while the Em-
peror was engaged in arerting the ruin which threatened
his great inheritance, he found time to show Eannelli how
he might add pathos to spirit, unite simplicity with sub-
limity, and excite as much admiration as astonishment.
Charles YI. could not conquer at Belgrade, but he could
make a finished singer of Farinelli. The flattery paid to
the latter by Maria Theresa was therefore but filial eulogy
addressed to a father who was an indifi^erent emperor, but
who would have made an invaluable leader of an operatic
orchestra.
England was anxious to hear a man who united in his
own person the excellences of all other vocalists ; and in
1734 he appeared in Hasse's opera of ' Artaserse,' for which
the words had been expressly furnished by Metastasio. The
locality was the house in Lincoln' s-inn-fields, a rival to that
in the Haymarket, where Handel reigned supreme, yet found
it di£5cult to counteract the attraction of Farinelli, sup-
ported by the exquisite and wayward Cuzoni, — a lady who
might have revelled in gold like '^ Miss Kielmansegg," but
who lived to feel starvation, and who then spent a guinea,
given her in charity, in purchasing a bottle of claret. The
donor wonderingly beheld her pour the costly vmie into a
basin, dip a "pennyworth of bread" therein, and so show
how a famished actress loved to breakfast.
The effect produced by Farinelli in England had never
before been equalled, and certainly has never since been
paralleled. It is said that on one occasion, as he was play-
ing the part of a captive prince, the tyrant to whom he was
pleading for liberty was so touched by his sweet and plain-
POBTBAITS OF FABIVELLI AI^D FOMFADOUB. 309
live strains, that he spontaneously tore the light fetters from
the limbs of the prisoner, and gave a new reading to the
catastrophe, to the intense delight of an enraptured audience.
In the famous air of Son qual Nave he perfectly electrified
his hearers. Sounds so musical, so melancholy, and so
sweet, were novel to the untutored but greedily attentive
ears of our great-grandfathers, and when these listened to
the lightning rapidity of roulades which lagging violins
strove in vain to keep up with, such ovations ensued in
honour of the performer as had never been conferred upon
the brightest of the sons of philosophy and science.
But the name of Farinelli will ever remain most con-
nected with Spain. He proceeded to Madrid in 1737, taking
Paris in his way, and even charming a French court where,
then as now, Italian music and Italian throats were ac-
counted as things very inferior to what France could pro-
duce in the same line. On the arrival of the great artist in
Madrid he was at once summoned to the palace, where lay
a king enslaved by a melancholy which it was thought might
be made to yield to the magic of the foreign minstrel. The
particular madness of Philip assumed the form of an un-
clean insanity which is general enough in those continental
cities wherein men seem determined that beards are natural
and inviolable appendages to chins. In other words, Philip
of Spain refused to shave or be shaven. His relations and
friends, his medical men (barber-surgeons), and even his
confessors, in vain assailed the royal ear with recommen-
dations to lay down the hirsute tabernacle which veiled the
royal face from the respectful gaze of the lieges. Philip
answered never a word, but continued to caress his beard,
than which his ear was not deafer to remonstrance. The
whole court was at its small wit's end when Farinelli arrived
to work a cure which had defied the faculty, and which was
to be wrought by song. He was placed in a room adjoining
that wherein reclined the moody and long-bearded majesty
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of Spain. As the first notes of the gifted minstrel fell on
the sick ear of the King, a frown darkened his brow as
though he were determined to resist the voice of the charms, •
charm he never so wisely. The frown, however, soon gave
way to a smile, and as the notes fell in liquid sweetness
from the lips of the son of song, clear and fuU and solemn
as though an archangel were delivering a message of conso-
lation from the skies, the hand of the monarch dropped
from the beard which it grasped and guarded, and tears ^
began to flow freely from eyes that for weeks had been diy,
rigid, and sleepless. The cure was accomplished, an ecstatio
circle knelt around the King, and the latter submitted him-
self with graceful alacrity to the ready skill and long razors
of the Figaros of the court. The merit of FarinelH could
not be allowed to pass unrewarded. The royal &mily mo-
nopolized his person and talents, attached him exclusively
to the service of the court, and, holding that the human
instrument which had been divinely sent as a remedy to
lead a Spanish monarch to reason and a soap-dish, was
too good to be permitted to enchant the mean ears of the
people, FarineUi was lodged in the palace, created a knight,
and a pension assigned him whereby to maintain his new
dignity with the air of a cavalier. " The dew of grace bless
our new knight, to-day," is the wish which Beaumont and
!Fletcher place on the hps of Valetta in behalf of Miranda.
Few such salutations greeted FarineUi. The hellica virtnfi
was jealous of one who had achieved more than a warrior's
fortune, arte ccmendi, by trills rather than thrusts, by the
tongue and not by the sword. An old battered officer, who
had long waited in the royal antechamber in expectation of
a pension, one day seeing FarineUi pass into the monarch's
apartment without ceremony, exclaimed thafc it was a shame
that such squeaking doUs should be clothed in gold while
old soldiers were left to rags and starvation. Fannelli
gently glanced at the bold speaker, learned his name, ex-
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amined bis claims, liberally aided bim from bis own purse,
and finally obtained for bim from tbe King tbe bonourable
gratuity wbicb tbe old soldier's services bad nobly earned.
Sueb traits as tbese were common in Earinelli's daily career,
and sbe wbo praised tbe actor bad bardly bave needed to
apologize for it, or to call tbe eulogy a stooping to flattery.
At all eyents one tbing is clear, namely, tbat tbe family of
ParinelH was accustomed to bonours &om crowned beads.
• TbtiB tbe uncle of tbe great artist, wbo began life as com-
poser, violinist, and concert-master at Hanover, lived not
only to be- ennobled by tbe King of Denmark, but actually
resided at Venice as tbe representative of our George I.
Fannelli contiuued in tbe vocal service of tbe crown of
Spain for nearly a quarter of a century, and, by wearing bis
bonottrs modestly and applying bis fortune liberally, be ac-
quired a popularity wbicb extended to all classes. It h
said tbat during tbe wbole of tbat time be rarely sang in
public, except wben commanded by royalty and bonoured
by its presence. Innumerable are tbe stories told on tbe
otbeT'band of tlie stratagems adopted by individuals to get
witbin bearing of bis wonderful voice. Tbe tradespeople
whom^ be patronized, despising ducats, cared only to be paid
in song ; and melancboly tailors offered to receipt bis bills
in full if be would but treat tbem to as many roulades as
bi» account contained pistoles.
^ After bis long triumpb, as soon as time, tbat edaa of
Toices as well as otber tbings, began to make gentle im-
preasum upon tbe organ for wbicb all bearers would bave
desired an immortal endurance, Earinelli witbdrew to bis
native Italy, and in bis s^plendiidpalazzo welcomed all comers,
and particularly bis Englisb visitors, witb tbe grace of a
prince and tbe beartiness of an bonest and sincere man.
He was at tbis time unwise enougb to make a sbort profes-
sional sojourn in England ; but our grand&tbers could only
discover in bim tbe excellent metbod, but no longer tbe in-
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comparable Toice of the Earinelli of wellnigh lialf a century
before. He accepted the lesson of his comparative failure
with cheerful meekness, and, once more turning his face
homeward, he died " a blameless man," in the year 1782, in
the eighty-fourth year of his age. There are yet persons
living who were contemporary with the man who was sing-
ing in his youth when " Great Anna " was our Queen !
Such was Farinelli ; as for Madame de Pompadour, if she
was less worthy as an individual, she was even greater as
an artist, and, but for the temptation to which she yielded,
she might have held the most dignified place in the Dic-
tionary of Engravers.
When Louis XV. married Maria Leczinska, daughter of
Stanislas, ex-King of Poland, the modest bridegroom was
but fifteen years of age, the bride some seven years older.
For several years a more exemplary couple could not have
been found ; but at last it might have been said of the King,
as MassOlon said of his royal grandfather, he forgot every
duty owing to the Queen, save that of politeness. He
fancied that his infidelity was well paid for by excessively
candying his courtesy. If his wife ever ventured to tax
him with wickedness, she at least could never say he was
uncivil.
It was Cardinal Fleury who led the young monarch into
iniquity. The King had capacity for business and wished
to exercise it, but the Cardinal put in his way the young
and simple Madame de Mailly. This young lady's guilty
greatness was envied by her sister, a little novice who used
to visit her at Versailles, and who contrived to have her
ejected, and to succeed to her dishonour. When the sister
(De Ventimille) died, the first concubine was restored to
her old disgraceful dignity, from which she was finally de-
posed by another sister, Madame de Toumelle, who drove
her sister into a convent, forced the King into active life at
the head of his armies, and displayed her own brilliant
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beaatj in the camp as Duchesse de Chateauroux. The
Duchess was the lady of the hour when the King was at-
tacked by dangerous illness at Metz. Like another cele-
brated potentate, he was never sick without longing to be a
saint, and his confessor induced him to dismiss the mistress.
The Duchess re-appeared when the King became well and
wicked. Death, however, soon closed her brief reign. Her
sister, Madame de Lauraguais, was unable to keep long the
post which had been held by three so near akin. A fierce
struggle ensued among ladies of the highest blood to suc-
ceed to the vacant infamy ; and, while intrigue was at its
very hottest and highest, in stepped a nameless but pert
and pretty girl, who contrived to subdue the monarch as
completely as she enslaved the man.
Her name was Jeanne Poisson. She was the daughter of
a rather gay mother and of a clerk in a Government office,
who once very narrowly escaped hanging for fraudulent
practices. She received a brilliant education at the expense
of a certain M. le Normant de Tourneham, whose paternal
regard for her was not exercised without reason, and who
took an honest fatherly pride in seeing her in her earliest
youth proficient in music and drawing, and especially in
copper-plate engraving, and in engraving on gems. M. Le
Normant gave this accomplished lady in marriage to his
nephew Le Normant d'Etiolles. The young husband was
plain, childishly simple, but warmhearted. The young wife
was enchanting, cunning, and calculating. She detested
her consort, and was even then looking to titular consort-
ship with a King. Li the meantime she maintained a little
court around her, the chief officers of which were Voltaire
and Cahusac, Fontenelle, Montesquieu, Maupertuis, and
the gallant Abbe de Bernis, of whom she subsequently made
a Cardinal and a Minister of Foreign Affairs. It will be
seen that she had a taste in selecting her followers. There
was not a fool among them. She so worshiped intellect
p
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that I question if she would hare even cared for tbe King
himself, but that, among other qualities, he possessed un-
derstanding — an understanding which its owner misapplied,
and which Jeanne Poisson abused.
In the King's service there was a favourite attendant, a
male cousin of Madame d'EtioUes. One idle morning, when
the monarch seemed to be already weary of the day, this
attendant ventured to remark that he had heard of a strange
madcap of a young wife who bad laughingly told her hus-
band that she would be constant to him against all the
world, excepting only the King of France and Navarre.
Louis smiled, ordered his hunting equipage, shot a stag in
the Forest of Senaart, and entering the chateau d'Etiolles,
on the skirts of the forest, presented the antlers to the
master of the house ! The young husband, overwhelmed
with the honour, suspended the boms above the door of his
diawiug-room. At all the King's subsequent hunting
parties, Madame d'Etiolles was present, dressed in greater
variety of costume than ever was worn by Diana, and looking
infinitely more bewitching ! She was an admirable rider,
and at length she fairly rode away with the King. M. d'Eti-
olles received a little billet that night from his wife, politely
informing him that she was on a visit to Versailles, and did
not very well know when she should be back. M. d'Etiolles
looked up musingly at the royal present over his drawing-
room door, and shook his head as if oppressed by the weight
of his Yerj thoughts. A day or two later he began to give
to these thoughts incautious utterance, and his indiscre-
tion was rewarded by an appointment which exiled him to
Avignon. He bore the banishment for a year with feverish
impatience, and then capitulated. He purchased a permis-
sion to return to Paris by promising never to trouble his
errant spouse, and never to enter a theatre after intimation
given to him that she was likely to be present. "When he
retruned to the capital he heard no more of his wife by
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liame, btt much of a Marchioness de Pompadour, whose
wit, yivacitj, and grac6 had established a permanent ecstasj
at Versailles, whose accomplishments had excited an interest
even in the nsed-np king, and whose prodigious extraya-
gance was the wonder and indignation of the Parisians. As
for her old father, he was placed in ignoble ease. Of her
brother she had made a Marquis de Vandi^re, — a title which
the wits of the capital had converted into Marquis ii'AvanU
hief, or of " the day before yesterday." The woimded gen-
tleman foiled the punsters by changing his marquisate to
that of " de Marigny," and by procuring his appointment to
the lucrative offices of director and controller-general of the
buildings, woods, forests, arts, and manufactures of the
kingdom. One of the finest line engra-vings I have ever
seen, and partly the work of his sister, represents him, with
his titles annexed, as a portly young man, looking perfectly
unconscious that his honours were the price of his sister's
diahonour.
The treasures of the kingdom were made to flow at the
Marchioness's good pleasure, and, if she sometimes directed
them in a praiseworthy way, she too often lavishly misap-
propriated them. Royal residences were assigned her, and
revenues to support them. The magnificent chateau of
Belle- Vue, well known to all who have visited the environs
of Paris, sprang up from the ground like a fairy palace at
her bidding. The neighbouring landholders were compelled
to surrender their land at prices fixed by the court, that she
might have space enough of garden-ground to entertain her
royal lover and his numerous suite. When she purchased
the aristocratic mansion of the D'Evreux in Paris, and,
rasing it to the ground, built another, above whose portico
she placed the shield of the ancient house of Pompadour, as
though she had been a daughter of that noble race, the walls
of her residence were covered with placards which bore
the well-expressed and sarcastic opinions of the capital;
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and wben the shameless mistress was impudent enough to
encroach on the public walks in order to enlarge her own
private grounds, the people attacked the workmen, pulling
down the wall as fast as it was raised. Upon which the
monarch, as imprudent as his mistress was impudent, de-
spatched a detachment of his royal guard, who repulsed
the king's subjects, while his concubine tranquilly built a
wall to conceal and protect her bower !
There was little mercy in those days for those who
offended the imperious favourite. On one occasion, when
the infant Duke of Burgundy was exhibited to the people,
— into the little golden cradle in which he lay behind a
gilded grating, some one contrived to slip a written denun-
ciation against the monarch and his mistress, — an offence
which ruined many suspected persons, without striking the
one that was guilty. So when the peculiar condition of the
health of the Marchioness reduced the liaison between her-
self and the king to one of a platonic aspect, the wits of the
capital flung their sarcastic verses into her apartments, and
meekly resigned themselves to the captivity and loss of
place which rewarded the bold exercise of their humour.
Her assailants were among the noblest of the land, but she
smote them as mercilessly as though she had been a Hiche-
lieu in petticoats.
It is a strange circumstance that her arrogance increased
at the precise moment that one might have expected her
influence to be on the wane. When she was an emerita, if
I may so call her condition of ex-concubineship, those who
attended her levees in her dressing-room found her seated
in the solitary chair that was in the apartment. No one
could sit in her presence : but the Marquis de Souvre was
once bold enough, while paying his compliments, to seat
himself on the arm of the chair in which she lay reclining
and indignant. The audacity had wellnigh ruined the
Marquis, but the King interceded for him, and his pardon
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was reluctantly accorded. When Louis attended her levees
she would condescend to order a stool to be brought in for
his use ; but when princes of the blood and cardinals adr
dressed their homage to her, she received them standing
before her solitary chair. A seat for them would have been
to lower her own dignity to the ground. A young noble-
man served her as groom of the chambers, and she compelled
the King to confer on her butler, a common menial, thie
then glorious military cordon of the Order of Saint Louis.
"Alas!" said an old chevalier, with a sigh, "the King, by
placing the cross of the royfd saint on a livery coat, has
done for it exactly what he did for English * nankeens.'
When he wished to destroy the popularity of that foreign
material in France, he ordered it to be worn by every execu«
tioner who appeared on the scaffold."
The two objects nearest to the heart of " the Pompadour"
were to be received by the Dauphin, and to become lady-in-
waiting to the Queen. The first was easily accomplished ;
but when the heir to the throne bent forward to bestow the
ceremonial kiss, he simply thrust his tongue into his cheek,
and so left her. The King instantly sent him, under arrest,
to his ch^eau de Meudon, from which he was freed only by
the action of a double lie. Li open court he assured the
Marchioness that he had not been guilty of the insult, and
she smilingly replied that she believed him incapable of
committing such an outrage. Had there been an honest
man among the courtiers who witnessed the scene, he would
have uttered, trumpet-tongued, the royal saying, that if
truth were banished from among all other people, it should
still find refuge in the breast of princes.
The attempt to wring from the scandalized Queen the
nomination of the Marchioness to an honourable dignity in
her royal and virtuous circle was a more difficult achieve-
ment. Her Majesty protested against being compelled to
receive a married woman who was living separated of her
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own wiU from her husband, and who was of a not<»iouBl^
irreligious life. A rare •comedy ensued. The mistress wrote
a penitential letter to her discarded consort, who, under the
direction of the Prince de Soubise, specially chiu*ged for the
purpose, retiuned for answer that he was delighted at her
restoration to heayenlj sentiments, and was fully convinced
that the sfdyation of both depended on their liying separate.
The next step was to be received at public communion bj
the celebrated Jesuit Father de Sacj ; but the priest was
Uiexorable. He would not believe in the repentance of a
concubine who continued to reside in the King's apart-
ments. Her wrath was severely felt by the order, but the
Church generally expressed satis£ftction at the course she
had taken ; a score of easy bishops honoured the ceremony
of her presence at the sacrament, and Jeanne Poisson be-
came first lady-in-waiting to the insulted Queen of France.
The knife of Damiens, which had nearly cut short the
career of Louis, placed in temporary peril the dignity and
possessions of the Marchioness. The Jesuits, whom she had
humiliated, accused her and the parliament of having con-
spired with the English government to assassipate the King,
The accusation was too gross in itself, and too vindictively
framed, to admit of belief, and the mistress triumphed over
her enemies. A settled melancholy, however, descended on
the King, the infamous remedy for which was the invention
of the Marchioness, and was applied in order to secure her
own position by keeping from the monarch all inclination
to establish another concubine under the roof of YersaUles.
Into this iniquity I cannot enter further than by stating
that she presented her old lover with the "Hermitage" in
the famous Fare au Cerf, and this she peopled with pretty
female children, who were immolated therein to a Moloch,
compared with whom the fiend so called of old was a very
ftngel of light. An awfuUy characteristic trait of Louis is
connected with the chronicle of this place of sacrifice. He
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was, After bis fiishion, eminently religious, and his confessor
declared, with a mixture of blushes and pride, that after be
took by the hand the destined youthful victim of the night,
he might be heard teaching her the catechism, repeating
with her the evening prayers, and adjuring her never to lose
her reverence for the blessed Virgin, the Mother of our
Lord ! The wretched old savage appears himself to have
been struck by a faint idea that this sort of sanctity fell
short of what was required to secure his salvation. The
balance in Heaven^s account was decidedly against him, but
he turned the amount in his favour by building that famous
church of St. Gt-enevi^ve, which so gratified the ecclesiastics
of the day, that they thought it would even include Madame
de Pompadour in its saving effects, and which has been
spoken of by the exemplary '^ JN^apoleon III." as a touching
monument of the exalted piety of Louis XY. The comment
was worthy of the act !
Within the circuit of the Fare au Cerf, Madame de Pom-
padour had once herself amused the King by her dramatic
performances, her concerts, and by entertainments in which
she i^peared in a score of characters, and was perfect in all.
Now, while the King there dwelt with favourites provided
by herself, she goverued and ruined Erance, answering
every counsel, remonstrance, and prophecy, by the now pro-
v^bial saying, ''After us, the deluge!" Abroad, as at
home. Prance knew nothing of glory under her sway; and
when with one dash of her pen she overthrew the entire
system of Henri IV., of Bichelieu, and of Louis XIV., and
entered into a treaty of alliance with Austria, it was for no
better reason than that Frederick of Prussia had spoken of
her as '' Sultana Smock," and that Maria-Theresa, standing
in need of her assistance, had condescended to address her
in an epistle which commenced with " My dearest love.' '
She was forty-two years of age when she expired at Ver-
sailles, on the 15th of April, 1764. The "deluge," which
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she said would come after her, seemed descending from the
clouds as the hearse which contained her remains left the
court-yard of the chtLteau for Paris. The apathetic King
sauntered to one of the windows to witness the departure ;
and all the funeral oration uttered by him on the occasion
was to the effect, that " the Marchioness had satanically bad
weather to travel in, and would not arrive in Paris before
ten o'clock."
The " chronique scandaleuse" of the courtesan has left
me but limited space to speak of the artist. In line-
engraving she was expert, but in engraving on stones she
was an almost faultless executante. Her portraits of the
Dauphin and Dauphine, of the King, and of her " cavalier
servente " the Abbe de Bemis, her pigeon, as she used to
call him, were only privately circulated, and any one of them
would be accounted a treasure by collectors. The * Tri-
umph of Fontenoy' was one of a projected series of illus-
trations of the great events of the reign of Louis XV. This
subject she engraved alike on copper and on a gem. It re-
presented Victory crowning the King, who holds by the
hand the young Dauphin, both standing in a chariot that
would be drawn by four horses, only that the traces have
been omitted. The ' Victory' of Laufeldt represents that
goddess, winged and erect, standing upon the prostrate tro-
phies of the enemy. The Victory is a portrait of the fair
artist, who, it must be said, had in most of her works the
benefit of the suggestive counsel of the accomplished en-
graver, Guay. The Preliminaries of the Peace of 1748 she
illustrated by representing the King as Hercules, standing
between Victory, to whom his face is turned, and Peace, who
is on the other side endeavouring to attract his attention.
It is the best of the series. It is far superior to the en-
graving of the * Birth of the Duke of Burgundy,' wherein
a very stout-limbed France painfully stoops to pick up a
•child, over whom Pallas (that is, Madame de Pompadour)
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holds her protecting shield. The figure of France, who, in
another engraying, is kneeling at the altar of Hygeia, pray-
ing for the restoration to health of the Dauphin, is a far
more graceful figure than the lady of the same name in the
preceding piece. The Minervas and Apollos have the true
classical spirit both in feature and bearing, but her imper-
sonations of nations are generally defective, never worse
than in the last illustration of the work, for the accomplish-
ment of which Maria Theresa stooped to flatter her, on
the ground that she had condescended to do the same to
Parinelli. I allude to the Alliance of Austria and Prance.
The two old foes and new friends are seen in the figures of
a couple of stalwart hussies, who are shaking hands, as if
they were about to conmience a pugilistic encounter : the
torch of Discord and the mask of Hypocrisy lie at their
feet, but untrodden upon, and evidently ready for instant
use when required; while a Uvely serpent, wreathing him-
self round an altar, looks full of mischief, and may be
accepted as a caricature of the mock religious rites by which
the fatal alliance was consecrated.
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822
"TABLEAUX DE PARIS" IN THE LAST
CENTURY.
With two volumes under his arm, Alexandre, emboldened
by the success of his pencil-sketch of Bougainville and Co-
ralie, one night remarked, that he had brought with him a
portfolio full of " tableaux " of old French customs and cha-
racters painted from life, by two very different artists. He
placed on the table the famous * Tableau de Paris ' of Mer-
cier, and the more recently-kno^^Ti collection of slf:etches of
past Parisian scenes by the Baroness d'Oberkirch. As in
galleries great or small, pictures that form jpendants hang at
certain regulated distance from each other, so this may be
considered as hanging in that capacity with the picture
of London a century old. As these pictures, too, are "word-
pictures," they may be considered apart from the company
for whom they formed subjects of discussion.
Let us commence by remarking, that if it were possible
that the vexed spirit of the Baroness d'Oberkirch were con-
scious that her very noble name could have been mingled
with that of a common hov/rgeois, her indignation would be
most intense. Had she ever reflected that her keeping a
diary would have made of her a member of the republic of
letters, she would have died rather than have belonged to
such a commonwealth. The Baroness was one of a class
whose numbers were great, and whose influence was un-
bounded. Their sympathies were given only to aristocratic
sufterers ; royalty they adored ; the democracy they despised ;
Jind the very fine ladies of the class in question would, ge-
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nerallj speaking, have preferred Skfauapas with a prince to
contracting honest marriage with an inferior.
The Baroness d'Oberkirch is a type rather of the follies
than of the vices of the class, for haying made her a mem-
ber of which she prettily offered her best compliments to
Heaven. She was the daughter of a poor Alsatian baron,
whose shield had more quarterings than it is worth while to
remember. Early in life she married a noble gentleman, old
enough to be her father, and her best years were consumed
in performing the functions of lady-in-waiting at the court
of the Duke of Wiirtemberg at Montbeliard, in visiting the
more attractive court at Versailles, and in chronicling what
she saw, and registering what she thought.
The diary which she kept, and subsequently enlarged, was
submitted to the public in 1852. It introduces us to the
court and capital of France during the closing years of the
reign of Louis XVI. It is interesting, as showing us both
how the court acted and how the capital thereon commented ;
how the lady profoundly admired all the former did, and
as profoundly despised all the thought devoted thereto by
the canaille who had no claim to stand upon red-heeled
shoes, or to sit down on a tabouret in the face of royalty.
Now while this illustrious lady was taking notes, which
her grandson has printed, a citizen was similarly occupied ;
and had the Countess been aware of the circumstance,
the impudence of the commoner would have been soundly
rated by the lady-in-waiting. The notes of the Bourgeois
were committed to the press three-quarters of a century
ago ; those of the " Baroness- Countess" have more lately
seen the light. The evidence of two such opposite wit-
nesses is worth comparing ; but the book of the lady will be
ten-fathom deep in Lethe when men will be still addressing
themselves with pleasure to the pages of Citizen Mercier.
Louis Sebastian Mercier was a Parisian, born in the year
1740. He had not yet attained his majority when he opened
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his literary career by poetical compositions in the style of
Pope's * Heloise to Abelard.' Upon poets, however, he soon
looked as he subsequently did upon kings, and speedily ad-
dressed himself exclusively to works in prose. Eacine and
Boileau, according to him, had ruined the harmony of French
verse, and he henceforward considered that if such harmony
were to be found at all, it was in his own prose. He became
Professor of Ehetoric in the college at Bordeaux, and was
rather a prolific than a successful dramatic author. He
threw the blame alike on the vitiated taste of actors and
public ; and, shaking the dust off his sandals against thea-
tres and capital, he hastened to Rheims with the intention
of practising the law, in order to be better enabled to apply
its rigours against the stage managers who had deprived
him of his " free admissions." In 1771 he printed his *L'An
2440, ou Reve s'il en fut jamais,' a rather clever piece of
extravagance, which was imitated in England, half a cen-
tury later, by the author of * The Mummy.' In 1781 he
published anonymously the first two volumes of his famous
* Tableau de Paris.' He was disappointed that his labour was
not deemed worthy of notice by the police authorities, and
he retired, somewhat in disgust, to Switzerland, where he
completed a work which has been far more highly esteemed
abroad than in France, and which even there enjoyed a
greater reputation in the provinces than in Paris. In it
he showed himself a better sketcher of what lay before him
than a discemer of what was beneath the surface ; and he
spoke of the impossibility of a revolution in France only a
year before that revolution broke out. When the storm
burst in fury, he claimed the honours due to a magician who
had provoked the tempest. He wrote vigorously on the po-
pular side, but— and to his lasting honour be it spoken — he
broke with the Jacobins, when he found that they hoped
to walk to liberty through a pathway of blood. He voted
in the Convention for saving the life of Louis XVI., and
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this and other offences against the sons of freedom, whose
abiding-place was the Mountain, caused him to be arrested,
and would have led to his execution, but that his enemies
were carried thither before him. At a later period, he was
a member of the Council of Five Hundred, and made him-
self remarkable by opposing the claims set up for Descartes
for admission into the French Pantheon ; and he also gained
the approbation of all rightly -thiuking men for taking the
same adverse course against Voltaire, of whom he truly said
that he (Voltaire) only attempted to overthrow superstition
by undermining morality. His invectives were so bitter
against philosophy and education, that he acquired the sur-
name of ' The Ape of Jean- Jacques !' He was a denouncer
of the immoral system of lotteries until he was offered the
lucrative place of controller-general " of that gambling de-
partment. "All men," said he, by way of apology for his
inconsistency, " all men are authorized to live at the expense
of the enemy ;" a maxim unsound in itself, and here alto-
gether misapplied. Towards the end of the century, he was
appointed to the professorship of history in the central school
of Paris, from the labours of which post he found relaxation
in various literary works, — among others, in ridiculing Con-
dillac and Locke, in laughing at Newton as a plagiarist, in
denouncing science generally, and in maintaining that there
was nothing new under the sun, and that all novel inven-
tions were in truth but ancient discoveries. As a member
of the Institute, he put the Assembly into a condition of
profound somnolency by reading his ponderous paper on
Cato of TJtica, and he had a violent quarrel with the few who
had remained awake, and who wished the angry author to
put an end to his wearisome discourse. He liked the Em-
pire as little as he had loved royalty ; and used to say, in his
pleasant way in the caf(6 wherein he reigned supreme, and
where he was highly popular and ever welcome, that he
should like to see how it would all end, and that he only
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desired to live fi^m a motiye of simple curiosity. He did live
just long enough to witness the first Bestoraticoi of 1B14,
having then reached the age of seventy-four years.
Of all the works of this voluminous author, we have now
only to do with his famous ^ Tableau de Paris.' In this, as
in the Memoirs of the Baroness d'Oberkirch, we have a pic-
ture of what France was in the lifetime of many who are yet
living — a picture so different from any that could represent
present deeds, their actors, or the very stage on which they
play out their little drama of intrigue and life, that though
to many it represents contemporary history, it reads like ro-
mance, the scene of which is in a far-off land, and the inci-
dents too improbable to even require belief.
Wide apart as were the conditions, opposite as were the
sympathies, and also the antipathies, of the Baroness and
the Bourgeois, their respective testimony conducts to but
one conclusion, — that, when they wrote, the entire social
state of France was rotten to the very core. The nobles
were loyal only because they found their interests concerned
in so being ; the commons were rebellious of spirit, and care-
less of judgment to direct it. Both were equally debased.
All were partisans ; none were patriots. The very priest-
hood were as corrupt in the mass as the multitude of the
people generally ; and God was dethroned in France long
before the Goddess of Reason had been raised on the dese-
crated altars, by men not perhaps so much more wicked than
their predecessors as more bold in their wickedness.
In the childhood of some yet living, Paris paid to the
King's purse one hundred million francs yearly in duties.
The citizens grumbled, and when the murmur reached Ver-
sailles the powdered beaux were wont to say that "the irogs
were croaking." It was alleged in return against those very
beaux that thei/ consumed more flour in hair-powder than
would feed many scores of the famished families of the ca-
pital. Into that capital the King never entered but a rise
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oeeurred in the prioe 4^ provisions, and the fifty thousand
llHurbers of the citj&nned into flame the indignation of their
oudtomers while they shaved their beards an.d combed their
perukes. I^et what would occur, however, the court was
ev€^ gay. Madame d*Oberkirch B>peaks of the expectations
of triumph held out by the Count d'Artois when he pro-
ceeded to the siege of Gibraltar. His failure was visited
with a shower of witty epigrams. " Comment va le si^ge de
Gibraltar ? Assez bien, il se leve,^* is one recorded by Mer-
cier. Madame d'Oberkirch teUs us of another made by the
defeated Count himself. A courtier was flattering him on
the way he managed his batteries at the fatal rock. — " My
kitchen battery, particularly !*' was the comment of the gastro-
nomic prince, who at home had four servants to present him
with one cup of chocolate, and to save whose ears, in com-
mon with the King and the royal family, the church bells
at Versailles never rang a peal during the residence of
those great ones of the earth within the walls of the palace.
But Eliza Bonaparte showed even greater sensitiveness than
this. When in Italy, she pulled down a church adjoining
her palace, on the plea that the smell of the incense made
her sick, and that the noise of the organ made her head ache.
The bourgeois of Versailles were probably less democratic
than those of the capital, for tradesmen of r^ute vied with
each other in purchasing the dishes that came untasted from
the royal table. Commoner people bought as eagerly, but
for superstitious purposes, the fat of the dead from the exe-
cutioner, who was paid eighteen thousand francs yearly for
performing his terrible duties. The executioner, in conse-
quence, was himself something of an aristocrat. He was a
potentate, and was well paid. He kept less flaming fires on
his hearth, perhaps, and wore less fine linen, than, the grave-
diggers, — a class who found their fuel in coffins, and who
wore no shirts but such as they could steal out of aristo-
cratic graves. It was a time when honesty consisted solely
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in being well-dressed. Clerks at forty pounds a year, says
Mercier, walk abroad in velvet coats and lace frills, — hence
the proverb, " Gold-laced coat and belly of bran." As long
as appearance was maintained, little else was cared for ; but
even the twenty thousand in the capital who professionally
existed as " diners out," might have taken exception to the
custom of placing carved fruits and wooden joints upon
otherwise scantily furnished tables. The wooden pears of
Australia were not then known, — they would have been the
fashionable fruit at a Parisian dessert in the year 1780. There
was another fashion of the day that was wittily inveighed
against by the priests ; tliat of ladies wearing on what was
called their " necks," a cross held by the dove, typical of
faith by the Holy Ghost. " Why suspend such symbols on
your bosoms ?" asked the ungallant churchmen ; " do you
not know that the cross is the sign of mortification, and
the Holy Spirit that of virtuous thoughts?" The ladies
smiled, and retained the insignia till all-powerfiil fashion mo-
tioned to a change. And then female coteries were absorbed
in the merits of the respective shades of colour implied by
" dos de puce," or " ventre" of the same. Our ladies have
more nicely retained the name of the animal in the catalogue
of colours, without venturing to translate it ; but their less
susceptible sisters across the Channel could, under the old
monarchy, and even under the empire, unblushingly talk of
their satins, using names for their colours which would have
called up a blush even on the brow of the imperturbable
Dean Swift. If small delicacy prevailed, the luxury was as-
tounding. Kfermier-general was served by twenty-four va-
lets in livery, and never less than six " women" assisted at
the toilet of " my lady." Two dozen cooks daily excited the
palate of that self-denying priest, the Cardinal de Eohan ;
while his eminence's very footmen looked doubly grand by
appearing like " Tiddy Bob, with^a watch in each fob." Gen-
tlemen then dined in their swords, ate rapidly, and has-
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tened from table when it suited them, without any formal
leave-taking. This was felt more acutely by the cooks than
by the ladies, — in compliment to whom the cavaliers finally
dropped their swords and assumed canes. The latter came
in when the ladies wore such high-heeled shoes that without
the support of a cane it was almost impossible to walk. The
gentlemen with " clouded heads" to their canes, tottered, or
saunt^ered aloug in company, while fans were furled and
snuff-boxes carried, according to the instructions of masters,
who thundered through Paris in gilded chariots, bespatter-
ing the philosophers, mathematicians, and linguists that
plodded basely by them on foot. " La Kobe dine. Finance
soupe," is a saying that also illustrates a fashion of the day.
Of fashion at court, Madame d'Oberkirch tells us that at
presentations the King was ohliged to kiss duchesses and
the cousins of kings, but not less noble persons. Louis
XVI. was timid in the presence of ladies. Marie- Antoinette
was ever self-possessed, whatever might be the occasion. It
was etiquette to kiss the edge of her robe. The following
picture by the Baroness is characteristic of the fashion of
the times : —
" I had an adventure this evening that at first embarrassed
me a little, but from which I had the good fortune to come
off with honour. I wore on my arm a very handsome brace-
let, that had been given me by the Countess du Nord (wife
of the Grand Duke Paul of Russia, then travelling under
the title of Count du Nord), and the value of which was
greatly ephanced to me by having her portrait in its centre.
The Queen noticed it, and asked me to show it her. I im-
mediately opened my fan, to present the bracelet on it to her
Majesty, according to etiquette. This is the only occasion
on which a lady can open her fan before the Queen. My
fan, which was of ivory, and wrought like the most delicate
lace, was not able to bear the weight of the bracelet, which
-sank through it to the ground. I was in a very awkward
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position. The Queen's hand was held out, and I felt that
every eye was on me ; but I think that I got out of the di-
lemma very well, — I stooped, which was very painful with
my stiff petticoat, and, picking up the bracelet, immediately
presented it to her Majesty, saying, * Will the Queen have
the goodness to forget me, and think only of the Grand
Duchess?' The Queen smiled and bowed; and everybody
admired my presence of mind."
When we read of such delicate homage as ihis paid to the
divinity that hedged the Queen, we can more fully sympa-
thize with her in her fall when she, who had been so dain-
tily worshiped, was unceasingly watched in her dungeon
by the coarsest of men, and who was dragged to execution
with no other sign that human love yet inclined to her than
that afforded by the infant child of&pausarde, who, nused
on her mother's shoulders to view the spectacle of a queen
passing on her way to death, put her little fingers to her lips,
and wafted a kiss to the meek pilgrim as she passed.
Madame d'Oberkirch, speaking of the Chevalier de Mor-
ney, notices his strong method of expression as one '* which,
except in the society of her husband, would be too b>oad
for the ears of a modest woman," — a singular exception!
But our fair diarist does not ^pear to be heirself over par-
ticular. She is the warm apologist of the Duchesse de
Bourbon, the unworthy mother of the heroic Due d*Enghien.
She, however, tells the following, " with gre^t hesitation,*'
as a sign of the depravity of the times — it is certainly ^ther
piquant : —
"The Duchess of had one day received a visit from
her lover, M. Archambault de Talleyrand- P^rigord, when
the husband unexpectedly returning, the gallant was obliged
to make his escape by the window. Some persons seeing
him descend, made him prisoner, thinking he was a robber .
but, having explained who he was, he was allowed to go,
without being brought before the injured husband. The
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stoij soon became generally known, and the King reproved
the lovely Duchess for her coquetry : * You intend to imitate
your mother, I perceive, madlime,' said he, in a very severe
tone. The tale at last reached the ears of the Duke, who
complained to the mother-in-law of the conduct of his wife ;
but she coolly said to him, * You make a great noise about a
trifle ; your &ther was much more polite !' "
This lady was of the quality of Madame de Matignon,
who gave twenty-four thousand livres to Bailard, on condi-
tion that he would send her, every morning, a new head-
dress. The people were at this period suffering &om famine
and high prices. Selfishness and other vices survived the
period, however ; — ^witness Madame Tronchin, who, in the
Bevolution, was daily losing her relatives by the guillotine,
but who sympathizingly remarked to a friend, that, if it were
not for her darling little cup of cafe a la crime, she really
did not know how she should survive such misfortunes !
Such was the fine lady who wore a '^ Oadogan'' and looked
like a man ; while the gallants took to English greatcoats,
with buttons on them larger than crown-pieces, and on every
button the portrait of a mistress.
A curious and revolting custom prevailed at this same
period. During Passion Week all theatres were closed ;
but more infamous places remained open ; the royal family
cut vegetables curiously arranged to represent fish and other
food ; the court chaplains enjoyed on Holy Thursday the
privilege of unlimited liberty of speech in presence of the
king. It was on a Holy Thursday that a court chaplain
ventured to s^y from the pulpit, in the royal hearing of
Louis XIV., that " we are all mortal," and when the mo-
narch, who could not bear the sight of the towers of the
cathedral of St. Denis, sternly looked up at the preacher,
the latter, trembling for his chance of a bishopric, amended
his phrase and its doctrine by adding, '^ Yes, Sire, almost
all of us ! " The custom to which I have alluded at the be-
giimidg of iim p^ijag^h ^ nan:»ted by Merder, ^nd i«
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substantiallj to this effect. On the night between Holy
Thursday and Good Friday, a relic of the true cross was
exposed for public adoration in the " Sainte Chapelle."
Epileptic beggars, under the name of possessed maniacs,
flocked thither in crowds. They flung themselves before
the relic in wild contortions ; they grimaced, howled, swore,
blasphemed, and struggled fiercely with the half-dozen men
who seemed unable to restrain them. The better all this
was acted, the more money was showered on the actors.
Mercier declares that all the imprecations that had ever
been uttered against Christ and the Virgin could not amount
to the mass of inexpressible infamy which he heard uttered
by one particular blasphemer.
" It was for me," he says, " and for all the assembly, a
novel and strange thing to hear a human being in a voice
of thunder publicly cast defiance at the God of the very
temple, insult His worship, provoke His wrath, and belch
forth the most atrocious invectives, — all of which were laid
to the account, not of the energetic blasphemer, but of the
Devil. The people present tremblingly made the sign of
the cross, and prostrated themselves with their face to the
ground, muttering the while * It is the Demon who speaks ! *
After eight men had with difficulty dragged him three times
to the shrine which held the relic of the cross, his blasphe-
mies became so outrageously filthy that he was cast out at
the door of the church as one surrendered for ever to the
dominion of Satan, and unworthy of being cured by the
miraculous cross. Imagine that a detachment of soldiers
publicly mounted guard that night over this inconceivable
farce, — and that in an age like the present !"
Such acts were not so much in advance of the age. Pour
years later the inquisitors of Seville publicly burned at the
stake a girl charged with holding criminal intercourse "with
Satan. She was a very beautiful young creature, and, that
her beauty might not excite too much sympathy for her
fate, her nose was cut off previous to hei: being led to exe*
"tableaux de paeis" in the last centfet. 883
cution ! Mercier relates this on the authority of an eye-
witness. It occurred barely more than seventy years ago,
and Dr. Cahill, of gloomy memory, may rejoice therefore to
think that the executive hand of his Church can hardly yet
be out of practice.
"An age like the present 1" wrote Mercier, in the days
only of our fathers. In that age it was deemed impossible
to carry the shrines of St. Marcel and St. Genevieve at the
same time through one street. Whenever the respective
bearers ventured on such a feat they invariably beheld a
miracle, exemplifying the attraction of cohesion. The two
shrines were drawn to each other, in spite of all opposing
human effort, and remained inseparable for the whole space
of three days !
At this period Protestant marriages were accounted as
concubinage by the law, while Jewish marriages were held
legal. A Jew who purchased the estate of Pequigny bought
it with the undisputed right to nominate the cur6s and
canons of the church. It is worth recording also, as
midnight masses have been re-established in Paris, that
they were suppressed in that capital three-quarters of a
century ago, in consequence of the irreligious scenes which
occurred in the churches. Mercier pertinently remarks on
the singularity of the fact that Boman Catholics who be-
lieved in the ever real presence of Christ in their temples,
behaved before that presence like unclean heathens, while
Protestants, who denied the presence, behaved with de-
corum. The great attraction for many years at many of
these masses was the organ-playing of the great Daquin.
His imitation of the song of the nightingale used to elicit
a whirlwind of applause from the so-called worshipers.
This mixture of delight and devotion was, after all, but
natural in the people. The cleverest ahhea of the day com-
posed not only musical masses, but operas.
Yet the Church and the Stage were ever in antagonism
884 ITEW PICTURES AKD OLB FASTEIiS.
in France. Mercier tells ns a pleasant story, which re-
counts how the famous actress Clairon wrote a plea in
claim of funeral rites being allowed to the bodies of de-
ceased stage-players. With some difficulty she found an
avocat bold enough to present and read this plea to " Par-
liament." The latter august body struck the lawyer off the
rolls. Mile. Clairon, out of gratitude, instructed him in
elocution, and he adopted the stage as his future profession.
On his first appearance, however, he proved himself so in-
different an actor that he was summarilv condemned, amid
an avalanche of hisses. He so took the failure to heart that
he died — and, being an actor in the eye of the Church, was
pronounced excommunicate, and was buried like Ophelia,
with " maimed rites."
Mercier tells us that there were not less than five thousand
special masses daily celebrated in Paris at the charge of
sevenpenee-halfpenny each! The Irish priests in the ca-
pital, he says, were not too scrupulous to celebrate two in
one day, thus obtaining a second sevenpence-hal^enny by
what their French confreres considered rank impiety. Among
the poorer brotherhood was chosen the " Porte-Dieu." Such
was the rather startling popular name for the penniless
priest hired to sit up o' nights, and carry the " holy sacra-
ment" to the sick or dying. In rainy weather " le bon
Dieu" was conveyed by the porter in a hackney-coach, on
which occasions the coachman always drove with his hat
reverently under his arm. "When the " Porte-Dieu" en-
tered an apartment the inmates hurriedly covered the look-
ing-glasses, in order that the "holy sacrament" might not
be multiplied therein. There was a superstitious idea that
it was impious.
I have stated before that Protestant marriages were not
valid when Madame d'Oberkirch and M. Mercier were en-
gaged on their respective works — placed before the world
at such wide intervals. That much-wished-for consumma-
W m A TlT.'ll" A.fTir TkW "DA-DYa'*
TABLEArX BE PAEIS" TK THE LAST CBl^TITET. 335
tion was Howeyer supposed to be then "looming in tbe
future!"
" This day," says the lady, " I heard a piece of news which
gaye me great pleasure. It was that the King had regis-
tered in the Parliament an ordonnance by which all cures
were enjoined to record the declarations of all persons who
presented their children, without questioning them in any
way. This was to prevent certain cures from trying to cast
a- doubt on the legitimacy of Protestant children. It did
not recognize the validity of Protestant marriages, but it
gave us hope for a better future."
Madame d'Oberkirch is by far a more correct prophet of
the future than Mercier. She saw that the society in which
she gloried was falling into ruins. Mercier depicted its
vices, but so little could he foresee the consequences of
them, he patriotically exulted that Paris was so secured by
its police from such enormities as the Q-ordon riots, which
had disgraced London, so as to render revolution im-
possible. The opinions of the painters apart, their respec-
tive pictures are well worth studying. That of Mercier has
been partially forgotten, but its graphic power, its wit,
and variety ill deserve such reward. That of the Baroness,
crowded and confused as it is, has also its certain value.
Both are real mirrors of the times, and all that passed be-
fore their polished surface is represented thereon with a
fidelity that sometimes terrifies as much as it amuses.
The following, from Mercier, may come under the first
head ; but it is far from beiug the worst case that might be
cited. As an instance of the results of common hospital
practice, it contrasts startlingly with what now occurs in
the same locality : —
" The corpses daily vomited forth by the hospital of the
H6tel-Dieu are carried to Clamart, a vast cemetery whose
gulf is ever open. These bodies are uncoffined ; they are
sewed up in a winding-sheet. They are hurriedly dragged
336 msw PICTURES and old pakei^s.
from the beds, and more than one patient pronounced dead
has awoke to life under the eager hand that was sewing him
up in his shroud. Others have shrieked out that they were
living, in the very cart that was conveying them to burial.
This cart is drawn by twelve men; a dirty and bemired,
priest, a bell, and a crucifix — such is the sum of the honours
paid to the poor. This gloomy cart starts every morning
from the H6tel-Dieu at four o'clock, and journeys amid a
silence as of night. The bell which precedes it awakes some
who slept ; but you must meet this cart on the highway to
correctly appreciate the effect produced on the mind both
by its sight and sound. In sick seasons it has been seen
performing the same journey four times in twenty-four
hours. It can contain fifty bodies. The corpses of children
are squeezed in between the legs of adults. The whole
freight is tossed into a deep and open pit, quick-lime is libe-
rally poured in, and the horror-stricken eye of the observer
plunges into an abyss yet spacious enough to hold all the
living inhabitants of the capital. There is holiday here on
All Souls' day. The populace contemplate the spot wherein
so many of them are destined to lie ; and kneeling and pray-
ing only precede the universal drinking and debauchery."
Let us turn from the pictures of burials to sketches of
bridals. In the picture drawn by Madame d'Oberkirch of
the marriage of the Prince de Nassau-Saarbriick with MUe.
de Montbarrey we recognize not only what the fair au-
thoress calls " a very grand affair," but an infinitely amus-
ing one to boot. We cannot represent the execrable poetry,
by "a drawing-room poet," which was read with great
avidity during the bridal festivities. It is necessary, how-
ever, to allude to the effusion, as will be seen from what
follows ; —
" These verses are very stupid, but I quote them because
they amused us exceedingly when we considered that this
husband, * possessor of your charms,' and who ' to love's en-
"tableaux db paeis" in the last centubt. 337
chanting bliss shall wake/ was a child of twelve years of
age, who wept from morning to night, frantic at being made
an object of universal curiosity, flying from his wife, and
even repulsing her with the rudeness of an ill-bred child,
and having no desire to claim a title whose signification he
did not understand. . . . During the ball, the bridegroom
would on no account consent to dance with the bride. He
was at length threatened lyith a whipping in case of further
refusal, and promised a deluge of sugar-plums and all sorts
of amusements if he complied. Whereupon he consented
to lead her through a minuet. Though he showed so great
an aversion to her who had a legal claim upon his attentions,
he manifested a great sympathy for little Louisa de Diet-
rich, a child of his own age, and returned to sit beside her as
soon as he could free himself from the ennti^euse ceremony
of attending on his bride. This was the husband whose
* rapt embrace' awaited the young princess. My brother un-
dertook to console him, and was showing him some prints
in a large book. Amongst them there happened to be one
which represented a marriage procession, which, as soon as
the child saw, he shut the book, exclaiming, ' Take it away.
Sir, take it away ! What have I to do with that ? It is
shocking ; — and hold,' continued he, pointing out a tall figure
in the group, * there is one that is like Mademoiselle de
Montbarrey.' "
" Whatever may be thought respectively of the Baroness
and the Bourgeois," said Alexandre, in '* the sketches of
Mercier at all events will always be found something worthy
of the attention, not only of the general reader, but of
the statesman, the moralist, and the philosopher."
"True," added Mee Aughton, "and who so fit as Mer-
cier's gifted grandson, Charles Kenney, to make pictorial
selections from the portfolio of his graphic grandsire ?"
We all assented, cheering the suggestion heartily.
838
PICTURES OF OLD AND YOUNG CHRISTMAS.
The church-superstitions illustrated in the last picture
directed the discourse of the friends, on a subsequent night,
to old church festivals uid incidents in England. Chiefly,
was a controversy maintained on the ups and downs of
Christmas, out of this arose some small novelties, and these
will be found below in the portraits of Christmas at various
periods of his career.—
We celebrate our Christmas so regularly, if not so joy-
ously, that few perhaps are aware of the difficulties once in
the way of establishing this glad festival, or of the various
names under which it has been honoured.
Towards the end of the first century, the Christians finft;
found means and courage to make due observance of the
anniversary of the nativity of their great Master. It would
have been death to them to mourn when the empire was
rejoicing, or to wear signs of gladness on a pagan unlndqr
day. They chose, therefore, tlie period of the Satui^alia,
when half the heathen population was mad with the eocoite-
ment of enacting revelry or witnessing its enactment.
The q>ies and eavesdroppers could make nothing of sus-
pected Christians, who then sang rapturous songs in praise
ot their Lord and King. JDotninuff and Sea were among
the many titles of CsBsar; — and thus the early Christians
outwitted the informers.
According to some writers, the Church authorized the
observance of the festival of the Nativity on the 26th of
PICTUSES OF OLD AND TOUKG CHBI8TMAS. 389
December as earljr as the middle of the second centiuy.
Others assert that it was not till the fourth centiuy that
the season for glad and grateful observance was thus autho-
ritatively determined. Therewith, see what poor human
nature is ! Before the period was definitely settled, there
was little dispute as to whether the settlement rested on
correct or fallacious grounds. But as soon as authority
registered the date, half the leaders in the Christian world
went to loggerheads to prove that the decision was very ill
founded.
Acute G-reek fathers and earnest African patriarchs main-
tained that the 6th of January was the day of the Saviour's
birth. Others insisted that tiie slightest effort of thought
would show that the 6th of April was the. anniversary day.
Clemens of Alexandria was always inclined to support this
latter theory. But men as great as he, and long before his
time, fought respeclavely for the 15th, 20th, and 25th of
May. The great &Gt, cried others, could only have taken
place at the end of September or the beginning of October.
Origen thought so too ; and Scaliger, in later days, advo-
cated the same opinion with as much energy as he ever
applied to the defence of any assertion which he chose to
uphold.
It was not of the slightest consequence, said one of the
early popes, at what season the great festival was observed,
provided observance was not neglected and the instructions
of the Divine Teacher were not despised or forgotten. This
wise remark persuaded nobody ; and even as late as 1722,
the Jesuit College at Bome was shaken with the thunder-
ing debates which were held tiiere on this very subject. The
nuyority of the learned and fiery gentlemen — for the argu-
ment on either side was sustained with little of chivalrous
courtesy — ^betrayed an inclination to select the 20th of May
as the correct annivwsary.
The anniversary was originally celebrated junder various
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840 VEW PICTURES AKD OLD PA9EL8.
names. Spiphania, and Theaphania, — the ^ manifestation,**
and the "divine manifestation," — Dies Luminariumy "the
daj of lights;" and, to express that it was the festival of
festivals, some early leaders in the Church called it "the
capital of all the festivals," — Metropolis reliquorumfestorum
omnium.
As the season has heen disputed, so occasionallj has the
signification of the name applied to it. The Germans
designate Christmas bj the term Weihnaeht. Now the
most orthodox of Teutonic barons caught at the sound,
and interpreted its meaning Wein-Niacht, a wine-night, or
evening for a carouse. But they were told that it rather
meant WeHie-N'acht, or the hallowed night ; a circumstance
which they ought not to have forgotten, if they repeated
the primitive German Paternoster, in which occur the old-
fashioned words, Weyhe sey Nahmo ikeini.
There is something saddening in the unpleasant truth
that, as year succeeded to year, many foolish superstitions
were hung on to our Christmas observances. There was
long a belief that between Christmas Eve and Christmas •
morning all water in the house was turned to vnne. That
no one ever found the fact to be as it was stated, was held
to be no proof against the alleged fact itself. The failure
was assigned to every cause but the right one. Even St.
Chrysostom very seriously maintained that all water drawn
fresh on Christmas Eve remained incorruptible, for a period
which the golden-mouthed philosopher wisely declined to
fltate. It was on this night that beasts were supposed to
discourse with human voices; whereas, even then, it was
probably only humanity putting on the beast. I say even
then, for as early as the reign of Nero, the austere com-
plained, that in some Christian families the old and young
united in the performance of such follies as to induce a con-
sideration whether it were not preferable to suppress the
festival rather than allow it to be abused.
prcTUBBfl or OLD xjsro Toujra chbxstmas. 341
The profits of superstition seem to have been as great as
its pleasures. The crafty sold to the silly, flowers that were
said to have bloomed solely because the trees from which
they were plucked had been sprinkled with holy water upon
Christmas Eve. On the same night, spurs and chain-traces
were manufactured, with such a mixture of holy ceremonies
in the making of them up, that no steed, however weary,
could resist the one, nor any chariot, however heavy and
deep in the mire, hold back from the other.
Then we owe to Christmas, perhaps, the old European
fashion of masquerades. It was at this season that fifteen
godless G-ermans with their maidens, more merry than wise,
continued to dance in the churchyard rather than attend
the holy service. The priest Rupert, perplexed with their
noise, prayed them to desist, and on their rude refusal,
cursed them with a wish that they might do nothing else
but dance for ever. It did not quite happen as he desired,
although the Christmas revellers danced themselves — some
up to their hips in the ground, the heavier partners up to
their necks. It took a whole bench of bishops to reduce
them to tranquillity and get them out of the ground. This
was effected with loss of life, but the souls were rescued.
And in memory of the event, — of the terrible Eupert and
his curse, and the dancing company who coranted it till
they went through the dancing-floor, more than half a
fathom deep, — our G-erman ancestors in their youth were
wont to run about in masks, and thereby helped, uncon-
Bciously, to swell the balls at Eanelagh and in Soho.
If the festival of Christmas was not established without
some difficulty, its reign was altogether long before it was
even partially interrupted. In 1647 it was entirely abo-
lished in England. The people, however, could better
afibrd to lose their king than their Christmas. But the
Parliament was determined to deprive them of both. Our
stout ancestors resisted manfully ; and they cried out lustily
842 ITEW PIOTTTBSB AKB OLD PAJTELg.
for tbeir Christmas Day on the 25th of December, 1647.
The Parliament had ordered all shops to be opened, and all
churches to be closed. '* We may haye a sermon on any
other day,*' said the London apprentices, who did not always
go to hear it, "why should we be deprived on this day?"
" It is no longer lawful for the day to be kept," was the
reply. "Nay," exclaimed the sharp-witted fellows, "you
keep it yourselves by thus distinguishing it by desecration."
They declared they would go to church ; numerous preachers
promised to be ready for them with prayer and lecture ; and
the porters of GomhiU swore they would dress up their
conduit with holly, if it were only to prove that in that
orthodox and heavily-enduring body there was some respect
yet left for Christianity and hard drinking, — for the raising
of the holly was ever accompanied by the lifting of tankards.
Accordingly, some shops were shut and some churches
open. But the constables laid hold of the churchwardens
and the noisiest in the congregation, and took them before
the august Parliament, which of course sat on that day.
Such preachers as Dr. Griffiths, Dr. Jones, and Mr. Hall,
were dragged to the same tribunal. The anti-Christmas
judges fined the lesser offenders, and sent iihe clerical
gentlemen to be disposed of by that eminently competent
Body the " Committee of the Militia of London !"
As for the porters,- they would have their way. Tbey
dressed their conduit with ivy, rosemary, and bays. " But,"
says the * Mercurius,' "the mayor, his horse, and the city
marshal, went all in their proper persons (jpontificalibtis and
all) to set it on fire." The decorations, however, were too
elevated for the arm of authority, even with a link at the
end of it ; and when the city-boys, now in a state of frantic
ecstasy, beheld the failure, they set up their " sixteen parish
voices " to such a tune, that his lordship's " nag began to
retreat upon the galliard of Sink-apace,*' The horse was
held to be more religious and reasonable than his rider.
FICTU&EB or OLD JLKD YOUNG CUBISTMAS. 343
touching whom the * Mercurius ' makes some very unsavoury
remarks.
Nor was the gallant Christmas spirit less lively in the
country than in the capital. At Oxford there was a world
of skull->breaking ; and at Ipswich the festival was celebrated
by some loss of life. Canterbury especially distinguished
itself by its violent opposition to the municipal order to be
mirtUess. There was a combat there, which was most
rudely maintained, and in which the mayor got pummelled
till he was as senseless as a pocket of hops. The mob
mauled him terribly, broke all his windows, as well as his
bones, and, as we are told, ''burnt the stoupes at the
coming^n of his door." So serious was the riot, so com-
plete the popular victory, and so jubilant the exultation,
that thousands of the never-conquered men of Kent and
Kentish men met in Canterbury, and passed a solemn
resolution that if they could not have their Christmas Day,
they were determined to have the King cm his throne again.
The press, such as it was, helped the outcry. The powers
that then were were ridiculed, as allowing liberty of con-
science to all but conscientious men. And the ' Mercurius
Pragmaticus,' seeing that carols were forbidden, flung the
following Christmas cracker at the nose of authority ; —
" Live, drink, and laugh, our worthies may.
And kindly take their fills ;
The subjects must their reckonings pay,
The King must pass their bills.
•
" No princes now but they ; the crown
Is vanisht with our quiet j
* Nor will they let us love our own
De-vo-ti-ons and diet.
" The plums these prophets* sons defy,
And spin-broths are too hot ;
Treason 's in a Beoember pie,
And death within the pot.
844 NEW FIGTVBES AND OLD PAIITELB,
" Christmas, fiirewell ; thy Day (I fear)
And merry days are done :
So they may keep feasts all the year,
Our Sayiour shall have none."
After the Bestoration, Christmas remained undisturbed
till the year 1762. They who had been looking abroad
beyond the world had discovered that the fractional few
minutes which are tailed on to the days and hours which
make up the year had, by neglect, brought us into a wrong
condition, and that to set us right, it would be necessary to
give credit for eleven days, which nobody was conscious of
having enjoyed. Accordingly, the day after the 2nd of Sep-
tember, 1762, was called the 14th, to the great indignation
of thousands, who reckoned that they had thus been cut oif
from nearly a fortnight of life which honestly belonged to
them. These persons sturdily refused to acknowledge the
Christmas Eve and Day of the new calendar. They averred
that the true festival was that which now began on the 6th
of January nea;t year. They would go to church, they said,
on no other day ; nor eat mince-pies, nor drink punch, but
in reference to this one day. The clergy had a hard time
of it with these recusants, and I will furnish one singular
example to show how this recusancy was encountered. I
am indebted for it to a collection of pamphlet-sermons pre-
served by George III., none of which, however, have any-
thing curious or particularly meritorious about them, save
this one, which was preached on Friday, January 5, 1763,
which was entitled in the almanacs " Old Christmas Day."
Mr. Francis Blackburne, " one of the candid disquisitors,"
opened his church on that day, which was crowded by a
congregation anxious to see the day celebrated as that of
the anniversary of the Nativity. The service for Christmas
Day, however, was not used. " I will answer your expec-
tations so far," said the preacher, in his sermon, "as to
give you a sermon on the day ; and the rather because I
PICTUBES OF OLD AND TOIJNO CHBISTMAS. 34S
perceive you are disappointed of something else that you
expected." The purport of the discourse is to show that
the change of style was desirable, and that it having been
effected by Act of Parliament, with the sanction of the
King, there was nothing for it but acquiescence. " For,"
says the simple-minded preacher, " had I, to oblige you, dis-
obeyed this Act of Parliament, it is very probable I might
have lost my benefice, which, you know, is all the subsistence
I have in the world, and I should have been rightly served,
for who am I that I should fly in the face of his Majesty
and the Parliament ? These things are left to be ordered
by the higher powers, and in any such case as that, I hope
not to think myself wiser than the King, the whole nobility,
and principal gentry of Great Britain ! "
The simplicity of the preacher was not greater, how-
ever, than that of the perplexed peasants of Buckingham-
shire, who pitched upon a pretty method to settle the ques-
tion of Christmas, left so meekly by Mr. Blackburne to
the King, nobility, and most of the gentry. They bethought
themselves of a blackthorn near one of their villages, and
this thorn was for the nonce declared to be the growth of
a slip from the Christmas-flowering thorn at Glastonbury.
K the Buckinghamshire thorn, so argued the peasants, will
only blossom in the night of the 24th December, we will
go to church next day, and allow that the Christmas by Act
of Parliament is the true Christmas, but no blossom no
feast, and there shall be no revel till the eve of old Christmas
Day. They watched the thorn, and drank to its budding ;
but as it produced no promise of a flower by the morning,
they turned to go homewards as best they might, perfectly
satisfied with the success of the experiment. Some were
interrupted in their way by their respective "vicars," who
took them by the arm, and would fain have persuaded them
to go to church. They argued the question by field, stile,
and church-gate, but not a Bucks peasant would consent
<)8
846 Kiw picrrmEs ajtd old panels.
to enter a pew till the parson had promised to preach a
sermon to, and smoke a pipe with, them on the only Christ-
mas Day they chose to acknowledge.
This old prejudice has been conquered, and the " new
style'* has maintained its ground. It has even done more,
for its authors have so provided that a confusion in the time
of this or any other festival is not likely to occur f^in.
347
PORTRAIT OF A STUDENT IN LOVE.
This time it was not books that Alexandre brought with
him, not pictures in words, but four charming designs by
Emy, illustrating the loves and destiny of " Peter Abailard.".
By the side of a table, on which are books not yet opened,
and an hour-glass nearly run out, sits a buxom Heloiise,
with her young tutor at her feet, kissing a very white hand,
whose fellow rests tenderly on Abelard's neck. In the
next, the practical old uncle, who does not understand this
method of teaching the hvmanities, has broken in upon
the illustrious pair, and is evidently about to proceed to
accomplish a purpose which disgusts the lady and paralyzes
her companion with terror. In the third design, the lover
is cloistered up with a brotherhood of friars, who listen
to his hapless story, some with shame, some with surprise,
and others with broad grins or outbursts of laughter. In
the concluding design, H61oise, in conventual attire, re-
clines languidly on a mossy bank in the rear of a nunnery,
contemplating with evident uneasiness the billing and cooing
of a pair of turtle-doves. The whole is surrounded by a
border-work, in which the fortunes of the famous pair are
sketched in allegory, peculiarly French and significant, and
well adapted to the rollicking rhymes accompanying them,
which gallop on gaily to the tune of * Malbrook,' and are
from the pleasantly satirical pen of Martin de Choisy.
Thus the comic artists have seized upon the illustrious
lovers, a discussion on whose merits and foibles ended in
a portraiture which may be summed up in these words.
348 VEW FICTUBES AKB OLD PANELS.
Brittany is proud of her great men. In philosopliy, she
boasts of Descartes ; in chivalry, of Du Guesclin ; she re-
joices in Latour d'Auvergne, the " first Grenadier of France;"
she points to the tomb of Chateaubriand with a mournful
joy ; and, if anything like shame can possess her when num-
bering her sons, it is when there appear on the roll the names
of Abelard and Lamennais, the first and the last of the
" heretics" of Brittany.
For all, save the last two, the old Armorica acknowledges
an unlimited love. For Abelard, there is a divided allegiance ;
for Lamennais there is nothing but a voice of mourning, as
over a fallen star of the Bomish Church.
The controversy with respect to the merits or demerits of
the learned lover of Heloise has of late been renewed in
France generally, and in Brittany particularly, with a hot
and eager intensity. M. de Bemusat claims the great dia-
lectician as a reformer before the Beformation ; as one who,
when reconciled to Borne, was "unconvinced still," main-
taining his old heresy, propagating his old philosophy, and
practising his old sins by living again upon the ecstatic me-
mory of those stolen hours of love which have given im-
mortality to a couple of names. There are others of less
fame and more orthodoxy than M. de Bemusat, who have
little faith in the gracefully-expressed repentance of either
of the two renowned lovers. Against these, the most ac-
complished of scholars, the most experienced of antiquaries,
and the most faithful of the obedient children who are still
conquering Gaul for Bome, has appeared as the champion of
Abelard and the apologist of Heloise. This double duty, an
entire task of love, has been undertaken by Aur^lien de
Courson, who in his great work on the history of the Breton
nations, 'Histoire des Peuples Bretons,' has devoted no
inconsiderable space to a defence of the character and career
of Peter Abelard. "We honour his chivalrous courage, and
we acknowledge his "cunning of fence;" but we must de-
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clare at the outset that never was failure more signal or
more complete. The champion is slain by his own weapons ;
the defender is buried beneath the defences which himself
has raised. K it be sport to " hoist the engineer with his'
own petard," they may have it who will take from M. de
Courson the arms which he has prepared with much pains,
great skill, and little result favourable to himself.
Peter Abelard was bom in the year 1079, when Brittaoy
was free, and Hoel IV. was Sovereign Count thereof. The
place of his birth was Pallet, a hamlet between Nantes and
Clisson. His mother was a Bretonne of Brittany, his sire a
gentleman and a soldier of Poitou, Norman by descent, and
bearing with him all the fierce characteristics of his race.
Abelard inherited all of his Ather but the Norman love for
arms. G-reatness was offered him, and knighthood was be-
fore him, but chivalry tempted him not. At the moment
that this child in Brittany was defying with petulant scorn
the temptations of the tented field, there was another boy
in Burgundy, the son of noble parents, also renouncing the
greatness to be won by "pricking o'er the plain." This
last-named boy was the great Bernard, and the two were
destined to meet as foes within those lists where there is a
" cudgelling of brains," but no peril of life. The hostile
sons of chivalrous sires had every quality of knighthood save
courtesy. If spoken daggers could have killed, St. Bernard
would have slain his adversary a thousand times over ; in
wordy deadliness of design the scholastic Abelard was not a
whit behind his mystical enemy.*
Peter was a marvellous child ; learning was his nourish-
* Hfloise, in her viyacious correspondenoe, treats St. Bernard as a
" miserable old impostor ! " The Saint styled Abelard an " infernal dra-
gon," and a " wretched song- writer." It would be worth while to col-
lect the fragments of these songs if they could be found, for they were
long fiimous for their sweetness and pathos. The songs which poor
Goldsmith too wrote for the Dublin ballad-singers would make another
noble collection if they could be discovered.
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ment. The down was yet upon his chin when he was wan-
dering from uniyersitj to university, knocking at its gates,
and challenging bearded doctors. M. de Courson looks
upon this period as an Augustan age, citing, by way of
proof, the crowds of professors who taught, and the mob of
students who followed them. But what was the instruction
of the first, and what the profit drawn from it by the second ?
Upon the thick yet well-trodden straw of the cloister of
Notre Dame de Paris the theological students used to fling
themselves in dirty, drunken, and disorderly multitudes,
and, after a long and often-interrupted course, they departed
with a few pages of Aristotle, got by heart, a prayer or two,
made familiar to them by mystic paraphrases, and their
brains, too often drowned in wine or shaken by debauchery,
shattered into utter uselessness by the verbose and stupendous
nothings of the dialectic lecturers. Some escaped from such
a course with minds iminjured, but we doubt if Abelard can
be cited as an exception. BLis philosophy was unworthy of
the name, his principles and acts disgraced Christianity,
and his entire life was marked to the end by those inconsis-
tencies which stamp a man who, knowing what is good, re-
fuses to follow it, and who would rather be wrong with
Plato than right with all the world besides.
The most famous dialectician of his day was "William of
Champeaux, and at the feet of William in Paris sat Abelard
to learn logic and surpass his master. The fallacies of the
teacher were exposed by the pupil to his fellow-students,
and the result was the opening of a class at Melun, where
Abelard assumed the professorial chair, and taught marvel-
lous subtleties, which admiring crowds, fabulous as to num-
ber, took for wisdom, merely because they were wrapped in
a tuneful eloquence. In the absence of Abelard, the pro-
sperity of William of Champeaux was renewed, and to the
feet of his old tutor, Abelard, worn out with his own labours
at Melun, resorted to study rhetqric and insult his preceptor.
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He soon after established his own clASses in the capital, on
the Montagne St. Genevieve. This was in 1115, but after
a short visit to Brittany, to take leave of his parents, both of
whom embraced a monastic life, and became dead to the
sins, the eirors, and the glorj of their son, we find him at
Laon, studying theology under the great Anselm of Loudun.
Here again the scholar laughed at the beard of his master.
" If you look at him at a distance," said the irreverent alum"
nu8 to his grinning condisoipuU, ^* he is as a fine tree bend-
ing beneath its foliage ; eome close, and the tree bears no
better fruit than the arid fig cursed by Christ. "When he
kindles into fire, there is smoke, but no light." It was here
that he declared his readiness to expound Ezekiel, the most
thorny of the prophets, after a single day's preparation;
and when it was suggested that custom, and, it might have
been added, common sense, required that such expounding
should only be the fruit of long study, he laughed arrogantly,
and declared, with spirit as arrogant, that it was not his
custom to follow what was usual, but to obey his impulses.
The remark shows that he had one essential of philosophy,
" self-knowledge ! "
With the reputation attached to such arrogance, and with
the disgrace connected with being expressly forbidden by
Anselm to expound Scripture at all, Abelard hastened to
the metropolis, got possession of the chair of theology va-
cated by his old master William of Champeaux, delivered
lectures on Ezekiel to a concourse of students, who left
their occupation of drinking wine and cutting purses to
listen to him, and received as his reward the high office of
Canon of Paris. The score ot cardinals and half-hundred
bishops, who are also said to have attended the lectures of
the disciple of Aristotle, perhaps gave evidence of his ortho-
doxy ! His ideal of a Church pleased them. The present
occupier of the Canonry held by Abelard, M. Deplace, has
been making the Hanover Square Eooms re-echo during the
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summer months (and rendering assembled cardinals and
bishops exultant too) with assurances that the Church is
sovereign on earth, and the State its subject, if not its slave.
While Europe was sending countless numbers of her sons
from all parts to listen to the music and to learn the method
of the lecturer, the great expounder of Ezekiel was solacing
his learned leisure with the society of meretricious beauties !
That he had ruined himself with the companionship of cour-
tesans was the friendly reproach of Foulques, in a letter
still extant.* Pride was ruining him to the full as speedily.
He cast his eye over the five thousand students who stood
mute and impatient to catch wisdom from his lips, and the
devil bade him hold himself the greatest philosopher of his
age. He was fairly drunk with his burning spirit of vanity :
" Me solum," he says (Abela. Epist. l.)> " ine solum in mundo
superesse philosophum sestimarem :" the devil had bidden
him account himself the greatest philosopher in the world,
but he bettered the instructions of the angel who fell through
pride, and held himself to be the only one.
And now, in presence of this terrible compound of human
passions and superhuman learning, stands the accomplished
Heloise; rich in beauty, rich in Latin, in Greek, and in
Hebrew ; as fond by nature as he was proud and susceptible,
and as frail, and as shameless of her frailty, as he was eager
to profit by it. Truly has Dryden said that
'* When to ein our bias'd nature leans.
The careful devil is still at hand with means ;
And providently pimps for ill desires.'*
So it was in this case, where the tempted met the tempter
halfway. Let young and pure hearts be assured that when,
* It is but fair to add that the young professor denies this in bis
Correspondence. In his letter to Fhilintus, referring to H^o'ise, he
says, " Frsena libidrni ccepi laxare, qui autea vixeram continentissime."
'* I had always an aversion/' he says again," to those Hght women whom
it is a reproach to pursue." But in the same letter there is a boast that
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in their sweet wooing-time, they talk smilingly of the exem-
plary love and fidelity of Abelard and H61oise, they are
flinging their incense before unworthy shrines. Those idols
of all youthful lovers lacked dignity, honesty, and purity.
They not only deliberately fell, but deliberately boasted of
their offence. Honest affection should deposit its garland
on a purer altar than the shrine of these sinning lovers.
H^loise was the "niece" of Fulbert, a fellow-canon with
Abelard in the cathedral church of Paris. The blood of the
Montmorencies was hers, says M. de Courson, through her
mother. This however is very questionable. No one knows
who her mother really was. By one authority it is stated
that Fulbert "Heloysiam naturalem filiam habebat praestanti
ingenio form^ue." The ardent Peter corresponded with
the ardent young lady while she was only a pupil in the
convent of Argenteuil. At his suggestion the uncle brought
her home to his own hearth, and admitted Abelard, on his
own urgent prayer, to be the inmate of his house and the
tutor of his niece. And straightway the expounder of
Ezekiel took to writing love-songs; the lecturer on Plato
and Origen to reading romances of the heart. " There were,"
wrote H^loise to Abelard, years after, and when both are
imagined to have been absorbed in their remorse, "there
were two things in you that would have captivated any
man ; one was the grace with which you recited, the other
the charm with which you sang!" M. Courson is sen-
timental on the subject of the errors of this young pair,
but he has gone into less of pictorial detail than Abelard
himself. The Canon of Paris, in his after-correspondence
with the lady, when the latter had taken the veil, thus
no woman whom he addressed oould resist him ; and there is, therewith,
in describing his repulse of the advances made to him hj Agaton, the
fair handmaid of H^olise, such a sparkling detail of the charms and
ways of the serving-ladj, that we are disinclined to put much ^Eiith in
hia aasertion of a generally virtuous demeanour,
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helped the nun to repentance b^ feeding her imagination
with the memories of the past.
^ Under the semblance of study we were all-surrendered
to love. Love made choice of the retired spot wherein
glided by the hour of our lesson ; love was the subjeet of
our speech and of our thoughts ; and with the page open
before us we only meditated on love. We exchanged more
kisses than sentences, and we oftenar turned to caresses
than to our books, on which our eyes could not willingly
&11 after gazing at each other. Finally, and in order to
prevent any suspicion on the part of Eulbert, we had our
little chastisements, but love, and not anger, measured the
blows, which were more gentle even than the caresses them-
selves." The after-reminiscences of H^loise were not less
warm or active. "What wife, or maiden," she exclaims,
" did not dream of him when absent, or bum for him when
proi^ent ? What queen or noble lady did not envy my de-
lights P" And again, long after he had been in his tomb,
and she had falleii into years, she wrote, and wrote repeat-
edly, "Vows and monastery, I have not lost my human
feelings beneath your pitiless rules ; you have not, by chan-
ging my garment, converted me into marble."
When the scandal of their lives offended even the unscru-
pulous age in which they lived, Fulbert awoke to conviction
and separated the lovers. Abelard however carried off the
lady, nothing loath, and the pair fled into Brittany. His
sister afforded them a refuge, and the fruit of guilt was bom
beneath her roof. The son who there unhappily saw the
light, received the affected name of Astrolabe. On receiving
knowledge of his birth, Fulbert insisted that Abelard should
marry his niece. M. de Courson, ever partial to the crimi-
nal, says that Abelard offered to marry H61oise ! Accepting
this assertion as true, why did M. de Courson separate from
the text, and bury in an obscure note, the record of the fact
that the calculating Peter stipulated that the marriage, if it
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must take place, should be performed in private and kept
secret, for the sufficient reason that by its beeoming public
he should be disappointed in his hopes and expectations of
rising to the highest honours in the Church ?
Let us be strictly just however to Abelard. If he made
a grimace at the prospect of marriage, H^loise quoted St.
Paul, Theophrastus, and Cicero in his favour. In her own
words it is written : " What could we scholars have had in
common with household servants ? Conversation and era-
dies would have marred one another. Books and distaffs,
pens and spinning-wheels, are opposites. How could we
have borne, in place of theological and philanthropical medi-
tations, the screams of children, the songs of nurses, and
the thousand miseries of domestic life?" Subsequent to
their separation, and when she was the " mother" of a nun-
nery, the pious lady reminded him that while they loved
without thinking of matrimony. Heaven had been indulgent ;
but that they had no sooner thought of marriage than Pro-
vidence visited them with all sorts of tribulation ! To the
end of her own life this exemplary lady protested that she
would rather be his "concubine" than his wife. She was
neither, for any length of time. A private marriage indeed
took place, but Fulbert, still indignant, no sooner found
Abelard lying at his mercy, in Paris, than he inflicted upon
him that sanguinary vengeance which reduced the victim to
the condition of Atys ; which drove H^loise to obey the now
selfish and jealously expressed will of her lover, to take the
veil at ArgenteuU ;* and which made of Abelard himself a
most unwilling monk. He assumed the monastic habit at
* The letter of Abelard on this point is a disgrace to manhood. He
bribed the conventual authorities to inveigle her within the walls by a
false colouring of the alleged pleasiires of a conventual life; and no
sooner found her securely imprisoned for ever, than he gave utterance to
his gladness that no man could possess what was denied to him, and
that on one point Abelard and the world were equal.
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St. Denis, not, as he himself confesses, out of devotion, but
out of shame. As for the victim and partner of his guilt,
she walked to the altar heedless of the tears and expostula-
tions of her friends. Modesty went not with her, nor re-
pentance neither. There was nothing of the humiliation of
the Magdalen. The Gospel was neither in her heart nor
on her lips. As the irremovable veil fell over her brow, the
spouse of Christ thought only of her husband after the flesh,
and the last words she uttered as she entered the cloister
for ever were those attributed by Lucan (in his * Fharsalia,'
1. viii.) to Cornelia, deploring the overthrow of the beloved
Pompey, and the expiation endured by his wife for his sake ;
" O maxime conjax,
O thalamis indigne meis, boo juris habebat
In tantum fortuna caput ! Cur impia nupsi
Si miserum fSeictura fui ? Nunc aocipe poenas,
Sed quas sponte luam ! "
This was but an unpromising commencement of a course of
repentance. If Brother Peter ever counselled her to better,
the advice was nullified by the reminiscences of the lover
Abelard. One example may suffice to show how he mingled
present grave thoughts with past and dangerous recollec-
tion. "Nosti . . . quidibi" (in the monastery of Argenteuil)
*^ tecum mea libidinis egerit intemperantia in quadam etiam
parte ipsius refectorii. . . . Nosti id impudentissime tunc
actum esse, in tam reverendo loco et summaB Virgini con-
secrato." "What was this but bidding her be mindful of
their old loves in the place where free indulgence had been
given to them ? Those who would read more of similar
matter we refer to Paquier, to the history and letters of
Abelard and Heloise, written in Latin, and first published
in a quarto volume, in 1616, or to the translation of the same
into French, given to the world by Bastim, in 1782. As
for Heloise, Pope has refinedly rendered the essence of her
epistolary style in bis well-known lines, equally well-kuowa
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in France by the translation of Colardeau, and Martin de
Choisy has penned some gaillard verses descriptive of the
history of the lady and her lover. To that lover we must
now give our exclusive attention.*
Abelard flung himself into active Hfe. He again ascended
the professorial rostrum, and lectured on theology and logic
to thousands of hearers, whose appetite to listen to him had
been excited by recent circumstances. He was more popu-
lar and also more proud than ever, and his pride impelled
him to write that * Introduction to Theology' which raised
all Christendom against him as a denier of the Trinity, and
which caused his condemnation by the Council of Soissons,
not only for his heresy, but for his ignorance of the chief
dogmas of the Christian faith. M. de Courson says that he
retired in grief to the monastery of St. M^dard ; but this
is not the fact. The brotherhood of St. Denis thrust him
into the street, and St. Medard was assigned him only as
a prison. His humility, feigned or real, procured his speedy
restoration to St. Denis ; but he was no sooner there than
he made the place too hot to hold him, by declaring to the
infuriate monks that St. Denis, Bishop of Paris, was not
identical with the much earlier St. Denys the Areopagite.
M. de Courson should have shown how the poor monks
might have stood excused for their error, seeing that, as if
in confirmation of that error, Innocent II. had just pre-
sented to the church of the French martyr the body, lack-
ing the head, of the Athenian Bishop. Many a wrong
opinion has been maintained on a worse foundation.t A
* We would not willingly pass without notice the elegant and the
first English translation publislied exactly a century ago, a.d. 1751.
The translator, in the preface, blushes at the idea of our great-grand-
mothers finding pleasure in reading the once famous, and fictitious,
' Letters of a Nun and a Cavalier.' He hardly improved the matter
by laying before them the fervid reminiscences of the more real couple.
t Voltaire, who used to ridicule monastic learning, has fidlen into
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second expulsion rewarded the temerity of Abelard, who
resumed the calling more agreeable to his humour, of pub-
lic lecturer; and, after much wandering, and a success
which increased a vanity already nearly intolerable, he set-
tled for a time at Troyes, and castle and cottage were alike
emptied of its occupants, who assembled around the bold
master, whose liberality erected for their use the well-fre-
quented church of the Paraclete. If Abelard had been
drunk with vanity before, he was now insane. His senti-
ments, uttered with a self-sufficient arrogance, were so
utterly opposed to Bomish doctrine, that St. Bernard arose,
and, though less learned and less logical than his opponent,
so far triumphed over his adversary as to exact from him a
promise to circulate no more opinions that the Church did
not sanction. In testimony of his defeat, he abandoned the
Paraclete to Heloise and a conmiunity of nuns, of which she
was the Superior, opened there with her that famous corre-
spondence, little redolent of repentance in the heart of either
writer, and betook himself to the abbey of Buys, said to
have been founded by that supposititious British Jeremiah
to whom have been attributed the gloomy pages 'De Excidio
BritannisB,' namely, St. Gildas ; the brotherhood of which
monastery, acknowledged by M. de Courson to be a set of
wild, unclean, ignorant, and drunken savages, had, in one
of their fits of unconsciousness, elected him as their Abbot.
While Abelard was struggling to make externally decent
Christians of the debauched fraternity, he was also engaged
in circulating writings in which the eagle-eyed St. Bernard
detected the combined heresies of Arius against the Trinity,
of Nestorius against the Incarnation, and of Pelagius against
Grace. The offender and his accuser met face to face on
the 2nd June, 1140, before the Council of Sens. The ma-
this old monastic eiror, and has confounded Denis and Dioujnios. See
Dictionn. Philosoph. Art. " D^iis," and note 14 to the lat Ckato of
'LaPuoeUe.*
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jesty of France, as well as the gi*eatness of the Church, was
present, and all eyes were turned upon the two athleta.
The expectation of a noble intellectual struggle was disap-
pointed, for St. Bernard had do sooner opened the attack, .
than Abelard, pale and faint, declared that he appealed to
iBome, and hurriedly left the assembly. The Council nev^*
theless condemned him. Eome confirmed the judgment-,
and sentenced the offender ^'to eternal silence." Abelard
bent his head in obedience, and withdrew to the Abbey of
St. M^dard ; so says M. de Courson ; but the obedience of
the priest was a matter of compulsion, and St. M^dard was
the place of captivity to which he was condemned. Thence,
says the author just named, he wrote a confession of faith
and submission, and addressed it to H^loise, " his sister in
Christ." Very true ; but in this communication he aays to
his " beloved sister," " I have not been able to escape the
critics ; nevertheless, God knows that I cannot find in my
books the faults with which I am charged." The ofi^er
to retract them, if they are there, is of little value when he
calls God to witness that he cannot find them.
He longed yet for a triumph to be ^ven to him in Eome
itself, and trusted to his ..eloquence to secure it, if he could
succeed in obtaining an interview with the Pontiff. He set
out for that purpose, but neither St. Bernard of Citeaux,
nor Peter the Venerable of Cluny, had lost sight oif his
movements. They intercepted him on his way, and so
wrought upon their impressionable brother that he, whether
by his own will or in spite of it, gave up his journey, and
never agavn left Cltmy, except when for the sake of his health
he waa transferred to a monastery at Cydons, where he
died, in a semi-odour of sanctity, on the 2lBt April, 1142,
in the sixty-lihird year of his age.
Peter the Venerable, in a rather warm letter to H^lo'ise,
to w^hom lie says, ^^ would to Heaven that Cluny possessed
you :also !" speaks in high tepms of the peilbet hunulity- of
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Abelard in his retirement, or captivity. We are inclined
to agree with E^musat, that this humility may have been
feigned in order to obtain his fi*eedom. *' He gave up,"
adds the Venerable Peter, "logic for the Gospel; nature
for the Apostles ; Plato for Christ ; the academy for the
cloister." "Was any choice allowed him ? Or can we ac-
cept " the Venerable " as a competent judge, when, in the
epitaph he inscribed upon the tomb of the convert, he
called him the " Socrates of Gbul," the "Plato of the West,"
and " our own Aristotle " ?
On a dark night of the November following the April in
which Abelard died, Peter the Venerable, in order to gratify
H^loise, stole the remains of her lover, and had them con-
veyed to the Paraclete, where during twenty-one years the
loving woman visited them daily. She survived till 1163,
when she died with the calmness of a saint. She was
mourned by her nuns as a Lady Superior deserved to be,
who " of human frailty construed mild." She loved order so
much that she would not, as she says in the last, and by far
the warmest and boldest of her epistles to Abelard, allow
her young ladies to be running riot at midnight. But when
a little love-affair was carried on ^rith decency and discre-
tion, she thought upon Abelard and smiled ! The gratitude
of the nuns of the house endured for a good six centuries,
and in honour of her they performed a Mass annually (on
the anniversary of her death) in the Greek language !
In 1163 the body of H^loise was placed in the coffin
which held what was mortal of her lover, whose arms, ac-
cording to the legend, opened to receive her. When 334
years had passed, the silent lovers were again disunited,
and, in 1497, placed in separate coffins and different graves.
In 1779 they were re-united partially, being deposited side
by side in a single coffin, divided by a leaden compartment.
On the dissolution of the monasteries in 1792, the inhabi-
tants of Nogent transferred to their church the remains of
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the unhappy pair. A superb monument was erected over
them, but in 1794 the iconoclasts of the Eepublic shattered
it into fragments. Six years later, on the festival of St.
GFeorge, 1800, the bodies were removed to Paris, and afber
a term of repose within the Musee des Monuments Fran9ai8,
they were finally carried to the cemetery of Pere la Chaise.
The open chapel which canopies the tomb within which
they rest is formed from the ruins of the Paraclete, but the
tomb itself, seven centuries old, is the original one raised
by Peter the Venerable over the body of Abelard. A hand-
ful of dust and a few bones are all that remain of those of
whom we have here given the record and the chronicle — of
THE SELFISH SOHOLAE AND THE TJKSELEISH AND DETOTED
WOMAN.
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PICTURES OF RHINE-LAND AND ITS
ROMANCE.
"Emt," remarked Alexandre, "is not altogether correct
in his last illustration of H^loise — whose convent, in the
picture, is a well-known locality on the Ehine."
" At all events," said the German, " he could not have
placed her more picturesquely."
This remark was text sufficient for treating of figures,
landscapes, and romance in Ehine-land. How each mem-
ber present took part in the discussion, need not be re-
ported, but the sum of what was said (or seen in sketches,
to w^hich reference was frequently made) may be gathered
from a connected resume of the conversation, — opened by
the Briton.
A matter-of-fact river is our river Thames, and all its
legends are more connected with money-making than with
magic. The truth is, that we must traverse Belgium before
we can reach the frontiers of fairy-land. We approach it
when we come in sight of the tomb of Charlemagne and
the towers of Aix-la-Chapelle — that city of noble memories,
but we are not fairly over the threshold until we enter the
old " Stadt Koln," when we at once succumb to evil smells,
endless legends, and the odour of eau de Cologne.
The Ehine, from Botterdam to Cologne, has never been
inhabited by spirits. The favourite locality of the latter
lies between Cologne and Mayence. All beyond is common-
place shore and wave. But within these limits, every reach
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m the stream re-echoes a st/ory of an elf or an imp, and
every meadow on its shores is danced upon by gossamer
fairies, or galloped over at the witching hour of night by
ghasbly ritters and skeleton steeds. Every miU has its
kobbold, and every building its household spirit. From the
cathedral at Koln to the most wretched Ehine-washed hut,
beings supernatural rule and possess. From the devil,
" first in bad eminence," down to the ghost of some erring
beacon, every nook acknowledges the deep mysterious sway.
Churchman and knight, trembling nuns and ladies fair,
truculent bishops and stiff-necked burghers, lord and pea-
sant, emperor and beggar, in short, whole visionary mul-
titudes of deceased generations elbow one another on the
land, or swim in unsubstantial vessels, with transparent
sails, upon the water. A majesty of gloom hangs over the
spots where these spirits of the past most do congregate.
Cologne itself lives upon a crowd of traditions more nume-
rous than its steeples, of which there are said to have once
been as many as there are days in the year. Not the least
of them is, that Judas Maccabeus and his brother lie therein
entombed. Stone figures of saints in Cologne have been
known to accept half-munched apples from pious little boys,
who afterwards studied hard, read much, and, as the old joke
say^, " nobody the wiser." Here lived Albertus Magnus the
monk, who possessed the power of turning winter into sum-
mer, and of being pleasantly independent of the coal-market
and its tariffs. Here too existed merchants who built
churches by calculation, that the weight of the stones would
exceed the ponderosity of their sins, and that the recording
angel would strike a balance in their favour accordingly.
Finally, here dwelt the famous Matemus, who was elected
Bishop after his death, and who walked from his grave
rather than render the election void by non-appearance,
and kept possession of the episcopal chair for more than a
quarter of a. century. To do the honest man justice, he
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always ayerred, after his attainment to the mitre, that he
had never yet died — as far as A« could recollect. But they
who wanted a miracle had more convenient memories, and
they ever asserted that Bishop Matemus was, in good truth,
the most ghostly of prelates.
Legend has paid the greatest possihle compliment to
Satan, hy attributing to him the honour of being the ori-
ginal designer of the plan for that still unfinished cathedral
at Cologne, of which Hood says so finely, that it looks like
a broken promise made to God. There are only two other
places on the Ehine where the Father of Lies still retains
occupation. One is at Eahr, where he has a *' Devil's
House," in which he may be seen at night, drinking hor-
ribly hot-spiced wine with a long since deceased Prince of
Neuwied. The exemplary pair often issue forth at night,
after their carouse is over, and in the disguise of monks make
convent cloisters hideous with the howling of their gaillard
songs, or play such tricks with the ferrymen and their boats
upon the river, that when morning dawns there is no man at
his right station, and every boat is drifting towards the sea.
But the Devil of the Ehine is sometimes of a better quality
than is here implied. The perpendicular staircase in the
rock at Loch was cut by him in a night, expressly to enable
a knight to rescue his daughter from the lord of a castle
in his eyrie above. Cavalier and steed trotted up at right
angles to the surface ; and in proof of the fact the people
show you the saddle !
The legendary ritters are as restless as the traditionary
Satan. At Eheid, if you only go when they are to be seen,
you may discern a host of them in the tournament-field
there, engaged in passages of arms, charging fiercely at each
other, and galloping about " like mad," but all so silently
and lightly that no sound reaches the ear, not a harebell
bends beneath the chargers' hoofs, and indeed, if nothing be
beard or felt, the legend can only be perfected by adding
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that there is quite as little to be seen. But do not attempt
to say so to the people of Loch !
The Drachenfels — rock of the dragon — introduces us to the
chivalrous Siegfried, who found it an easier task to over-
come the dragon, that carried off maidens by night and
breakfasted off young ladies in the morning, than to subdue
the truculent Queen of the Burgundians to the reasonable
vnll of that melancholy man, her husband. Altogether
Siegfried, the homed knight, was more creditable to chivalry
than his brother Bitter, Graf Hurman. He used to take
delight in riding through his tenants' corn, and, if any of
these complained, he took the funniest imaginable way of
intimating that he felt hurt at the little liberty they took
with him. In fact, he had the offender tied to the antlers
of a wild stag, and hunted to death by hungry dogs. But
there is a Nemesis — and Graf Hurman is now nightly chased
out of his grave by the vengeful spirits of his tenants, in the
form of hounds, and these lead him such a life of it that it is
a pity his descendants do not lay out a few kreutzers in
Masses, to ensure his- repose.
A knight of another class- and reputation is he who has
given fame to the height at Boland's Eck. There still
stands the window whence he used to watch the nun he
loved, in the island below ; from which he beheld her borne
to the grave, and at which he gently died, — the spectacle
being too much for the nerves of a man who had scattered
legions of Paynim Saracens by the might of his single arm.
At Daltenberg we meet with another love-stricken knight,
who, after dinner, made a promise of marriage to a dead
lady in a deserted castle. He subsequently found himself,
he knew not how, in a ruined chapel ; and when he beheld
his cold bride with him at the altar, the ghost of her father
rising complaisantly from the grave to give her away, and a
bronze bishop beginning to read the marriage service aloud,
he became so alarmed that he had but just sufficient strength
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to call for help upon the saints aboye, and barely sufficient
power of vision to see the whole party disappear in snap-
dragon flames, and a yery suspicious smell of sulphur. At
other points we fiEiU in with ritters who are tossing their
fathers' bones out of their graves in search of treasure, and
expressing great sorrow at finding nothing. Others, in
times of famine, play at nine-pins, with loaves for balls, and
baked pastry pins to bowl at. Above Lahneck we enter
the ground where the two brothers slew each other for the
sake of a worthless woman who cared for neither of them.
At Sonneck, a company of ghostly ritters meet twice a
month, at hours known to the initiated ; their purpose is
convivial, and their place of meeting a cavern, wherein,
seated at an unearthly banquet, they eat fire, like conjurors,
and drink boiling wine out of red-hot goblets. At Ealken-
berg there is a ghostly knight of more solitary habits.
When he was alive he used to spend his nights with a dead
lady, much afber the fashion of Gothe's young heathen with
the Christian bride of Corinth. The knight, however, im-
like the impetuous young pagan of the ballad, ultimately
espoused a lady — alive, pretty, and as substantial as grace-
ful brides of upper earth should be. The newly married couple
speedily died of affright ; and I am not surprised at it, for
every night the cold form of the other, the dead but betrothed
lady, lay between them, by way of mutely annoying reproach
upon the infidelity of the bridegroom. The penalty of the
latter beyond the grave is to wander for ever in search of
both wives, and fall in with neither. One would think that
Belphegor had had compassion upon him.
The well-known legend of the Mouse Tower may be
classed with the ritters' traditions, for Hatto was as much
knight as bishop. He was a monopolizer and a forestaller
of com, but an army of rats devoured the greedy cavalier-
priest. Truth will have ib that it was the com and not the
owner that was devoured, — but that would not have been
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half so. interesting a circumstance to register. I prefer the
legend, and invoke the fate of its hero upon the monopo*
lizers of com, who make bread dear for the people of England.
The ladies are especially lively in the legends of the
Eihine. England alone furnishes eleven thousand for the
dingle story of Ursula and her companions, who crossed the
seas to marry as many G-erman princes, and who were
massacred at Cologne by a host of ferocious Huns, whose
rough wooing had been deeply declined by these resolute
ladies. The shy Kordula alone remained, and half a hundred
Huns offered her their very dirty hands ; but Kordula hap-
pened to look up, and as she saw all her headless sisters
gaily scaling the heights of heaven, she selected to be of the
company, and was qualified accordingly. The Huns, nothing
daunted by their iU success, broke into the nunnery at
Niedeswerth, where they found the entire establishment of
noble ladies locked in each others' arms, fast asleep. The
intruders were proceeding to rude measures, when a dis-
criminating wind blew the Huns into the river, and the
nuns into swift sailing-boats upon it, in which they descended
the stream and found safety at Bonn. The unquietness of
the nuns of Grau E>heindorf is, perhaps, in allusion to their
particular peccadillo. They were excessively given to glut-
tony, especiaUy in the article of fish ;. and fearfully did they
suffer in consequence, from sleepless nights and indigestionn
They rest as iU in their graves, but have not the same
motive for leaving it as the phantom mother of Eiirstenbergj
who issues nightly from the tomb in order to "nurse" an
imaginary baby which she fancies is encradled in the neigh-
bouring castle. Well! the poor mother is impelled by
better motives than that terrible dead lady-in-waiting to
a deceased duchess of Nassau, who will enter the young
officers' rooms, where she says such dreadfully unexpected
things that it turns grey the fair or sable locks of all who
hear them. And this I readily believe.
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There is a very liyely company of ghostly ladies at
Aberwerth. It comprises a troop of unmarried damsels
who are doomed to dance for ever until they find lovers
willing to marry them. Poor things ! It is something too
hard upon them that they should be condemned, when
defunct, to endure the same round of toil for the same foolish
purpose that moved them when living. But, the penalty is
retribution. It implies that had the maidens waited to be
wooed at their fathers' hearths, rather than bound about a
ball-room to entice the wooers that would not come, their
mission would have been better fulfilled. And there is
something in that.
Of the other ladies who linger perforce by the Ehine,
and there visit the pale glimpses of the moon, I can only
allude to the lovely legion en masse. Their separate tales
are too many to tell, and what requires to be told is not
always " tellable." Some of these spirits lead awfully im-
moral lives, and very few are exemplary characters. I sup-
pose that originally their legends, like that of Hatto and
the rat-tower, had some significance ; but it were as profit-
able to try and weave ropes out of sand, or squeeze moisture
fipom dust, as to extract edification from myths which deal
in ladies and gentlemen who are employed in disreputable
proceedings, which, had they indulged in them upon earth,
would have made society shun them. Ghosts, at least Ger-
man ghosts, do not appear to be half so particular ; and
grave No. 3, inhabited by the most serious of spirits, does
not shake to its foundation at the character of its neigh-
bours, Nos. 2 and 4. On the contrary, the spirits in all
three roam abroad in company, and No. 3 sings hymns,
and looks calmly on, while 2 and 4 are comporting them-
selves with anything but the strictest propriety.
The best of the ladies is one who partakes both of light
legend and true history. I allude to the prophetess Hilde-
gard, who was one of the nine wives of Karloman, and who
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went triumphantly through the process of being unjustly
suspected by her husband. She traversed Europe, preach-
ing the crusades, and uttering prophecies which will be
^Ifilled whenever they come to pass. She was famous for
her healing powers, and invented " spermaceti ointment for
an inward bruise ;" (an invention which was patronized as
"the sovereign'st thing on earth," by Hotspur's carpet
cavalier ;) she, further, spread plaisters, invented pills, and
may be altogether considered as the patron saint presiding
over patent medicines.
The legendary monks do not make so conspicuous a figure
in the Ehine romances as the legendary ladies. Their spirits
rather linger among the distant and inland castles and con-
vents which, in the olden time, were renowned for their
freedom from danger, and their abundance of good cheer.
But, however, the river legends are not entirely silent with
regard to the sons of the church. At Heisterbach, the last
abbot of the community still wanders about the ruins of
the abbey, looking in vain for the grave which is denied to
his canonized bones, until every vestige of the edifice shall
have disappeared. The dead monks at Kreuzburg, who lie
in the vault there uncoffined, garmented as when they lived,
and who look so very dry and dusty, are accused of being
rather given to jollity and illicit sports about midnight.
No one who has seen them would, for a moment, suspect
them of levity. Even the old dead gardener, with his
withered wreath about his skull, the last of the brother-
hood there laid out to rest, has as severe a look in his
silent solemnity as any of his more reverend brethren ; and
yet is it said of him that he sits upright on his stone seat
at nights, and trolls such catches and tells such stories,
and is so comic in manner as well as matter, that the dead
monks regularly die of laughing, — ^until the descent of the
night-dew awakens them again to their nightly revel.
What a far more respectable deceased churchman is the
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defunct and gigantic monk of Eheinbreitbach ! His name
is Hammerling, and his office is to nurse and feed poor
miners who happen to get imprisoned by accident in the
course of their perilous vocation. He is somewhat capri-
cious and hasty, but compassionate withal, — and he keeps a
good larder, too, or how could he have maintained alive, and
even made fat, those seven miners who, by the falling-in of
their cavernous workshop, were confined seven years, and
were found much better than could be expected, at last ?
At Stronberg, a monk and nun are said to "walk," waiting
to be married ; the walking and waiting being their punish-
ment for expressing a desire to be married when they were
in the flesh. In the castle of Eheinfels, there is a more
ghastly sight than that of two youthful novices wandering
in cold afiection. The sight I allude to is that of the old
chaplain of the Countess of Katzenellenbogen, who poisoned
his mistress by putting arsenic into the sacramental cup.
The penalty of the old murderer is to be always mixing the
draught and drinking it himself. There are numberless
spectral abbots, too, about this district who bore no very
good reputation when living, and who are a perfect nuisance
now they are dead ; active in mischief, and terribly seduc-
tive ; and there is not a poor peasant girl who leans solitarily
against a gate, with her apron to her eyes, and something
at her heart to keep it aching, who does not lay the blame
upon these terribly Juanic ghosts, who go about in cowls,
and are as licentious as when they were living ! At St. G-oar,
we meet, however, with the name, if not the spirit, of a re-
spectable saint; it is said of him that he could hang his
cloak on a sunbeam and pass a whole year without food.
The unseen spirit is active though invisible, and once, when
Karloman passed the saint's grave without stopping to hear
a Mass, St. Goar was so irritated that, with a breath which
seemed to descend, like a hurricane, from the hills, he over-
turned the boat in which the Emperor and his courtiers
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were seated, and nearly drowned the illustrious passengers
in return for their alleged impiety. Pepin, the son of Karlo-
man, did not forget the insult, and when, at a* subsequent
period, his queen Bertruda visited the shrine of the Saint,
and was lefb without refreshment till she almost fainted,
Pepin was so indignant thereat that he went down and
horsewhipped the prior ! Karloman had shown less resent-
ment than his son, and returned good for evil. He made a
present to the monastery of that wonderful butt of wine,
the liquor in which never grew less, although it was for ever
running at the spigot.
Karloman shines among the legendary emperors, of whose
doings, however, less is said than we might have expected.
Even the Konigstuhl, or coronation seat at Ehens, has dis-
appeared, solid masonry as it was ; it could not withstand
the hammering of the French Republicans. Marksburg has
its true stories more terrible than romance. It was there
that Lewis the Severe murdered his wife, in a fit of jealousy
as ungovernable as it was unfounded. He beheaded the
poor lady in her own bedroom, and then flung all her ser-
vants from the highest turret of the castle, as accomplices
in a crime which existed only in his imagination. With the
exception of this trifling weakness, Lewis was an exceed-
ingly proper knight ; stem, and apt to kill upon contradic-
tion ; but such little foibles tarnished not the lustre of his
cuirass, though they have rather dulled the glory of his
name. Heymon of Dordogne was worthy of bearing arms
under such a master. This mirror of chivalry, according to
the legend, once struck his wife to the ground with hia
gauntleted hand, and strode across her body to greet his
newly-discovered son Eeynold, whom he embraced with
such a paternal hug that he laid the cartilage of the young
fellow's nose flat upon his face ! Turning from him, he ad-
dressed himself to the Countess, whom he had stretched
upon the ground, and, with the appellation of ''heart's
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loye," politely requested her to arise. Eejmold, in tbe
meantime, smarting under his smashed nose, affectionately
returned thp excess of his father's warmth by protesting
" so help him Heaven, he was well-minded to lay his sire
dead at his feet !"
There is nothing left of the palace of Karloman at Ingel-
heim, save two of the hundred porphyry columns blessed
by the Pope. One of these is in the church ; the other in
a gateway, which is itself a ruin. Tradition speaks of the
great Emperor riding out from hence nightly, in disguise,
and exhibiting his imperial sense of humour in the practical
joke of silently breaking open his subjects' houses, and carry-
ing off their property. His sons are said to have played for
the succession to his magnificent throne, at Kempton, where
the young gamblers fought a main of cocks for the purpose.
The game was won by Ludwig, and therewith the terribly
uneasy throne.
But it is, after all, the tricksy spirits that lend life and
loveliness to the Ehine and its legends. Who would not
have liked to have belonged to the monastery at Gunsdorf,
that used to be visited every night by fairies of the most
exquisite beauty and the lightest of garments, and who used
to keep the reluctant old gentleman up and feasting till
cock-crow ? Another fairy took the form and name of the
"Wondrous Harp of Luladorf, in the vicinity of which she
was to be heard discussing such music as might melt the
soul. There were other fays whose homes were beneath
the waters, and who were very much given to entice yoimg
knights into the stream, and set up unblessed houEoholds
with them in bowers below the crystal waves. The Lurley
Berg is a height, the home-place of a million echoes. In
the vicinity once dwelt a maid who was so exquisitely
beautiful that she turned mad aU who looked upon her, and
despairing husbands of the gravest cast committed suicide
after beholding her. The fatal Siren was thereupon tried
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for manifold murder and witchcraft, l)ut the archiepiscopal
judge, the lawyers, the witnesses, and the spectators fell so
deeply in love with her, that, like the tribunal that absolved
Phryne when the nymph was unveiled before it, the Court
acquitted the accused by acclamation. Lurley still survives,
in legend at least ; and no pilot who steers his bark round
the headland called by her name is safe &om being swept
overboard, if he raises his eyes as his ears recognize the
sound of her harp, and beholds her sitting in seductive
beauty, singing him invitations to land. GDhere is no more
dangerous place upon the river, — save, indeed, in the
Whisper Dell at Lorch, which is noted for its perils to
youths of tender hearts j&om the tongues of sweet-voiced
ladies. It was at Lorch that the first red wine was made,
and the influence of the grape is said to be strong on the
lips of either spirit or mortal who, having drunk of the
eloquent juice, is led by his destiny to the fatal Valley of
"Whispers. No doubt. It must be confessed that generous
wine, a fair face, and a pleasant vale, form a combination of
charms very suitable to put a man, as Mr. Lumpkin says,
" in a concatenation accordingly.' "
The male followers of Oberon are, as might be expected,
rather rougher in their moods than the ladies who wait upon
Titania. Their duties, too, are sometimes droll, but without
signiflcance. There is one whose mission it is to go in
quest of young ladies and old nurses ; and, when these have
performed the offices required at their hands, they are
straightway deprived of their souls, which are fastened
down for ever, in duly ticketed pipkins ! There are water-
wolfs and bottle-imps, and there are the jolly elf frater-
nity at Ehrenthal, whose sole business it is, like Chaucet's
friends, to
"Hold their hippee and loffe."
Werlau is the residence of the gnome king of shadows.
In the valley is his dweUing-place, and it is said that when
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two young persons of the locality become attached to each
other, there spring up in the valley two flowers, called
" soul-flowers." These flowers may be made an unerring
test of the aflection that inspires the enamoured pair, by
applying them to the heart. K the love be true and stead-
fast, the flower is instantly reduced to ashes !
" Stead£u9t heart o*er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power I *'
With US, in the olden time of England, our romantic youth
employed the Bcmuneultis hulboms as a test of strength of
aflection. In those days, a swain was wont to stuff his
pockets full of " bachelor's buttons," and, as they flourished
or withered, so did he judge of his lady's love. Thus mine
host, in the * Merry "Wives of Windsor,' says of Ponton's
love for sweet Anne Page, " He writes verses ; he speaks
holy day ; he smells April and May ; he will carry 't ! he will
carry 't ! 't is in his buttons ; he will carry 't !"
The Ehine has more legends than those I have told ; but
such as I have cited of each class will enable my readers to
conjecture (if they care to do so) the quality of the rest. I
will therefore conclude with an incident that belongs rather
to history than romance. Bacharach is the scene where
passed the bloody feuds maintained by the Palatine Herman
and the Archbishop Arnold of Mainz : the Diet interfered,
and condemned each to carry a dog on his shoulders a cer-
tain distance. The Palatine performed his share of the
penalty, with many a wry face ; but the Archbishop, being
by far too venerable a person to be punished in any way but
by deputy, a certain number of his vassals were compelled,
to their great edification, to do this good service for their
lord! This species of punishment was not uncommonly
inflicted upon those who broke the peace of the empire, or
who were notoriously tyrannical as vicegerents of the Em-
peror. The nobles were compelled to carry a cur-dog,
vassals a stool, and peasants a plough-wheel, on their
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shoulders, to the bounds of the adjacent lordship, and to
endure patiently every insult offered them by the way. As
we have seen, high churchmen could pay the penalty by
representatives, — twenty vassals being accounted equivalent
to one archbishop 1
" And now, Mee Aughton," said Smith, at the close of our
session, '' paint us a picture in words that shall represent
our occupation here."
Thereupon Mee Aughton, with something of a satirical
smile on his face, dashed off the following metrical sermon,
to the great edification of his audience.
LOST TIME.
One eyening, as old Wisdom lay
Before his cool and mossy cell ;
While round him softest airs did play,
And on him eve's last bright rays fell ;
Then as the Sage lay musing there
On things above or 'neath the sky,
A sound arose upon the air,
A mingled, loud, and mournful cry.
More grief's sharp tone than joyous song.
Or lay subdued of Wisdom's clime.
From a mixed crowd who passed along.
Exclaiming, " Time ! we have lost Time !
Old Time, entrusted to our guard,
(O'er whom we held so light a sway,)
Hath, while we played, broke from his ward.
Slipped off his bonds and fled away.
" Wisdom, tell us where to find
The truant who has thus escaped.
Who flies with wings more swift than wind.
And, of the way that he has shaped,
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LeftTes scarce a mark to trace him bj.
We hardly thought he could have flown,
When o*er our heads we saw him fly,
And now we weep that Time is gone."
And then again the crowd began
To shriek still louder than before ;
From hill to hill the echo ran,
And died in murmurs on the shore.
Thei4 some would sigh and some would scoff.
And some {moH foolish) take to rhyme.
GRien, swift as thought, the whole were off,
In search once more of missing Time.
Old Wisdom smiled. Old Wisdom frowned,
Old Wisdom pondered long and deep.
And, as at night he turned him round
Upon his healthy couch to sleep,
** Fly on ! fly on !" the sage he said, —
" Pursue ! pursue ! but all in vain,
For Time, who from his bonds hath strayed.
Can neyer be enchained again."
CJe ffinti.
JOHN EDWARD TATLOE, PKINTBR,
LITTLB QUEKK STREET, LIKCOLM'S IMN FIBLI»S.
piclurM and aW panali.