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own peculiar calculation. The collar, I believe--but am not sure; walk on with mean of his coat, for that of his shirt me, and we will inquire of yonder genhad long since retired to the dignity of tleman.” private life, beneath the complicated “ You are excessively good,” said he, folds of his slovenly cravat—I say, the with a smile, which gave much more collar of his coat, by long acquaintance expression to his face—“ I am afraid I with the rim of a hat, venerable on ac- give you an infinite degree of trouble; count of its antiquity, had assumed a you are enjoying rural felicity, poetically gloss which was by no means the gloss correct-pray, do not let me interrupt of novelty; and a dark brown waistcoat you." was buttoned carelessly around a body As he spoke the clock struck. that seemed emptier than the bead upon “ Fortune favours the deserving,” I which it had depended for support. His remarked, as a continuation of the conpantaloons,

verse so happily commenced. “ Weak, but intrepid-sad, bnt unsubdued," He spoke with more familiaritywere shrivelled tightly over a brace of “ Upon my honour, sir, you are very spindleshanks, withered, weary, and for. complimentary: if everybody thought lorn, that would have put Daddy Long- of me as you do, or at least, if they legs to the blush. Uncleaned

pumps

thought as much of my productions, I covered every part of his feet but the flatter myself I should have had a watch toes, which came forth to enjoy the for myselt.” fresh summer breezes, shoes and stock

“ I'll warrant me," I replied, “ many ings to the contrary notwithstanding. A have the means of ascertaining time pair of tattered kid gloves, “neat but not better than yourself, who know not how gaudy,” fluttered about his hands, so to use it half so well.” that it would be difficult immediately to

“ Sir,” said he with a bow, “ if you discover whether the glove held 'the will buckle fortune to my back-but hand, or the hand the glove.

you don't flatter me-no, no. My exBut it was not the dress which gained cellent, good friend, you have much him so many broad stares and oblique more penetration than people in general. glances, for our city annually receives Sir, I have been abused—vilely, wretcha great increase of literary inhabitants; edly; da—, but I won't swear, I don't but the air—the “ Je ne sais quoi—the follow the fashions so much as to make nameless something-dignity in rags,

a fool of myself; but on the honour of a and self-importance with holes at the el- perfect gentleman, I do assure you, sir, bow. It was the quintessence of drollery I have been very strangely used, and which sat upon his thin, smirking lip— abused, too.” which was visible on his crooked, copper

“ I have no doubt, sir,” observed I, tinged, and snuff-bedaubed organ of " but that your biography would be insmelling, and existed in the small

teresting.”

eyes of piercing gray.

“My biography-you've hit the mark; As I love to study human nature in I wish I had a biographer—a Dunlap, person, and have always believed the a Boswell, a Virgil, or a Homer-he world was the best book to read, I formed should begin his book with the line a determination to become acquainted

- Multum ille et terris, jactatus et alto, with him of the laughable aspect, and Vi superum.' proceeded to act in conformity thereto. I have been a very football, sir, for the I was striving to hit upon some plausible gods to play with." method of entering into conversation with him,when Fate, being in a singular

Tantæne animis coelestibus iræ," good humour, took it into her whimsical said I, willing to humour the pedantry head to favour my design. As I walked which I already began to discover, “but by him, near the end of the pavement, the race is not always to the swift, nor when the multitude were by no means the battle to the strong.' so numerous, and their place was sup- “ Aha! sir," he exclaimed, with a plied by the warbling birds, the bleating gentle squeeze of my hand, “I know lambs, and all those sounds which con- what you are—some kindred spiritstitute the melody of country breezes, one of those kind, high beings who come with a slight inclination of his pericra- upon this world • like angel visits, few nium he turned towards me and spoke. and far between.' I see it, sir, in your

Pray, sir, can you favour me with eye,” continued he, with a gesture that the hour?

might have spurred even Miss Kemble “ It is four o'clock," answered I, “I to new exertions. " I see it in your eye

- charity, benevolence, affection, philo- “ Sir,” said he, informing me that he sophy, and science. Ah! my dear sir, could not speak, with a rapidity of proI know you are better than the rest of nunciation, which reminded me of a mankind; you've done a great deal of horse running away—“ Sir, Mr. a-a-agood in the world, and will do a great my dear, dear friend—my tongue falters deal more

- I can't speak--I'm dumb-gratitude • You portioned maids-apprenticed orphans the cataract of my oratorical powers is

has shut up the sluices of my heart; and blest The old who labour, and the young who rest : dried up-pro tem.

But it will come Is there a contest ? enter but your door, directly-Stop till I get in the houseBalked are the courts, and contest is no more; Despairing quacks with curses fled the place;

· Arma virumque cano ;' And vile attorneys, now a useless race.' that is to say, I'll tell you my history;

“ Sir!” ejaculated I, not very well but just at this moment,” continued he, pleased with this last slash at my beloved smacking his lips, and his little eyes profession

dilating with the eager anticipation of _“ Or, perhaps,” continued he, with epicurean delights, yet to come just increasing rapidity of speech,

you are

at this crisis, a lawyer, my dear sir,-the grand path • Oh! guide me from this horrid scene, to political glory-sweet occupation; to These high-arched walks, and alleys green ;' put out the strong arm, and save drown- then, with a slight pause and smile, ing innocence; to hurl the thunderbolt of

· Let's run the race-he be the winner, eloquence against proud and wealthy op- Who gets there first, and eats his dinner.'pression; to weave a charm of safety As he spoke, he pulled me forcibly by around defenceless beauty; and catch the arm, and I found myself in a neat, clumsy, and otherwise unconquerable clean room, with the hungry poet fastened power in your mazy net of law-Pray, close to my side. The conversation sir, can you lend me a shilling ?” which occurred between us, and the his

I handed him the money, and he tory of his literary vicissitudes, must be turned to be off, when I seized him by the subject of the next chapter. the arm, and asked him where he was going? He laid one hand upon his re

THE HUNGARIAN GIRL. ceptacle for food, and with the other pointed to a tavern, before which hung the sign 6. Entertainment for Man and Horse."

A year and four months after I had My dinner-my dinner-my din- parted from Constance, I again arrived ner!” said he, “ I haven't eaten a par, from the height above the town I saw

at Seid. Ah! how my heart beat, when ticle these three weeks; poverty and the line of hills that mark the course of poetry, sir, go arm and arm, sworn friends and companions, through this of Constance. When I had last been

the Danube, and rise above the cottage vale of tears; one starves the body and the other rarefies the soul-my way has there, it was the sweet season of autumn been rough and rugged as the Rockaway long continuance of rains had inundated

—now it was the depth of winter, and a turnpike road, and misfortune jerks me along as if life went upon badly made

a great part of the country, and rendered

the roads almost impassable. Although cog-wheels. Will

you

be so kind as to lend me another shilling? I want a

my patience, as may easily be imagined, dinner for once in my life-beefsteaks made me leave Seid early next morning, and onions, butter, gravy, and potatoes, it was nearly three in the afternoon when

the state of the country was such, that * Hæc olim meminisse juvabit.'

I reached the heights that look down It will be a grand era in my political upon the river. Had the cottage of career.

Constance been visible, I should have There was something so exquisitely seen nothing else; but a turn in the whimsical in the fellow's demeanour, bank screened it from the view, and I that I determined to spend the afternoon paused an instant to look around me. in his company. I never shall forget When the mind is in a state of great the look and squeeze which he bestowed agitation, it seizes with avidity any preupon me when I proposed that we should text that may give it a moment's repose; adjourn to the inn, and dine together at and I lingered for a few minutes gazing my expense. He seized hold of my upon the grandeur of the river. It was hand, and drew himself up erect in all rolling below me, red and mighty, coverthe enthusiasm of poetic madness- ing all its lower banks, sweeping the

BY DERWENT CONWAY

bases of the opposite hills, and bearing what recovered from the intensity of my on its bosom wrecks of its ravages and pain, I walked round her former dwell. power. I remembered how near to it ing. It was nearly dusk, and dreary was Constance's cottage, and I put spurs was the scene; the river flowed swift. to my horse; in a moment I saw it be- ly by, dark and turbulent. I could neath me, and the next I was at the no more see the spot where I had garden gate.

once stood with Constance, for the How my heart palpitated! I dismount- water covered one half of the orchard. ed from my horse, opened the gate, and The rain had ceased, but the sky was led him through. *It struck me that heavy and gloomy, and seemingly but there wanted something of that air of resting from its work; the night was neatness and arrangement which I had gathering in. I led my horse into a remarked formerly, and I trembled lest small out-house, and then returned to it was the hand of Constance that was the cottage; the door yielded to my wanting. As I shut the garden gate, touch, and I entered it. I had never and led my borse along the little path been but in one of the rooms, but I went that leads to the door, my feelings be- through them all; there were only four. came insupportable. I felt as I could Here I thought was Constance's room; fly forward, and yet my limbs almost a broken picture-frame yet hung upon sunk beneath me; my whole frame the wall; and I knew Constance could trembled, and in the open air I gasped paint. I opened the window, and stood for breath. I was within a few paces gazing upon the swollen river, until it of the door, and my agitation increased; was hardly visible, and then returned to there seemed an air of negligence around; the parlour. I determined that I would I saw grass growing betwixt the stone pass the night in the cottage. I spread steps, and two gray ravens were hopping my saddle-cloth upon the floor, Aung near me, as if unaccustomed to the sight myself upon it, and gave up my thoughts of man, the destroyer : for a moment to Constance and misery. And was this I thought they might be tame, and the the end of my hopes and dreams? I was property of Constance; and as an ex- in the room we had supped in; there periment, I threw a small pebble at stood the table, and there sat Constance. them, but they croaked and flew across Since I had parted from her, I had the river. The noise I had made in nurtured her image in my innermost so solitary a place, shutting the gate, soul,-not only as a dear recollection, and walking with my horse on the peb- but as a star of hope, that I trusted bles, I thought should have attracted might cheer the rest of my days. I had some one to the window; but all seemed travelled in wild and distant lands, but silent. I wanted courage to proceed, Constance had ever been my companion; and leant upon my horse's neck for sup- -I had lain down in solitary places, port. In a few moments my energies and communed with Constance ;-in my returned: I walked resolutely up to the waking and my sleeping hours, her fair door and knocked. No one answered; countenance and angelic form had ever I heard no sound within, and my heart been present to me; I had listened to died within me: I determined to look the melody of her voice; I had walked in at one of the windows; and I walked by her side, and felt the pressure of her round to the window of the room where hand, and the softness of her cheek; but we had supped, and which looks down it was all past,—and for ever. Someupon the river. Never shall I forget times my thoughts were wrested from that moment of anguish ;—the room was Constance, by the rushing sound of the unfurnished; two or three remnants of river, and the noise of the rain, which broken chairs remained, and fragments now poured a deluge. I was certain of glass from the paneless windows strew- the stream was approaching nearer, but ed the floor. I let go the bridle of my I felt indifferent though it should sweep horse, and sunk upon the ground. My me away. At length my eyes closed in hopes then were all crushed ;—the hopes slumber,- I sat at supper with Constance I had lived upon. Constance was gone; and her mother, and I thought we had probably her mother was dead, and she met, never more to part. The good married. Heaven then had answered mother joined our hands, and blessed us; my prayer for her happiness: but she and I was drawing Constance gently was lost to me. “ Ah, Constance !" I towards me, when the scene changed. I exclaimed, “where hast thou found a was in the midst of the roaring river, heart that can love like mine?—but it - I buffeted it with one arm, and held has ever been thus." When I had some- Constance with the other. “ Fear not, my

my horse.

love,” I said; "we shall reach the bank :” other occasion, I was on board a bark, but she answered, “ Never.” Again the which sailed swiftly with a side wind, in scene changed, and I felt myself running one of the Grecian bays. Another bark swiftly, almost flying, over wide plains, approached, sailing as swiftly. As it by moonlight, holding Constance by the came near, I perceived upon the deck a hand; and we stopped among the cata- form which seemed to realize that of combs of Constantinople, and I was Constance. A man stood beside her, in alone, and searched everywhere for soldier's unif and it was the uniform Constance, but I could nowhere find of Austria. The face, too! it was surely her. In every direction streams op- the face of Constance. I stretched out posed my progress, and at last 1 sat my arms, and cried “ Constance !" but down in the midst of a marsh, and tried the wind, and the rustling of the sails, to sleep, but the cold would not let me. drowned my voice. The vessel rushed I awoke, and at first thought my dream by, and I was left to conviction and was true, for I was lying amidst water. misery. Some months after that cirIt was the dawn, and I immediately cumstance, I found myself at Vienna; perceived that the Danube had risen as and standing one day on the quay, I high as the cottage. I instantly went saw a boat on the eve of departure for to the door, and found it surrounded Belgrade. A momentary impulse, one with water; the rain fell in torrents, of those which belong to destiny, imand it was just light enough to discover pelled me to go on board, and in a few the way to the house where I had left minutes I was approaching the former

I vaulted upon him, and dwelling of Constance. About noon of galloped from this scene of desolation the sixth day, I discovered the heights, and wretchedness. For many months whose shapes were, alas, too distinctly after this I continued my wanderings; engraven on my memory; and towards but never did the remembrance of this evening, I saw reposing beneath them night of disappointment and bitterness that cottage which awakened within me leave me. “ Where is Constance?” was so many mingled recollections of happithe question I constantly asked myself. ness and pain. The association which All my desire was to discover her. I reminds us of past happiness is more looked in the face of every one I met. painful than that which recalls subsequent In cities, I mingled with the throng of misery; and the appearance of nature the gay, and with the crowds of the reminded me but too forcibly of the first wretched; and everywhere I scrutinized day I had beheld these scenes; for like an inquisitor. Sometimes I thought autumn was again yellow on the fields; I saw before me a form like that of the river, gentle and transparent, kept Constance, and then I would run swiftly its channel ; and the evening, soft and forward, but stop ere I reached it; for serene, was like that on which I had I always discovered that it wanted some- said farewell to Constance. Our boat thing of the perfection of the form I was floating close to that side of the sought. At times, too, a face would river where the cottage was situated; arrest me; but that illusion was still and, as it approached, I started to see more fleeting. Once, in the street of a a female standing in the orchard. She Mahomedan city, a veiled female ap- approached the bank. I gazed intently proached : there was something in the upon her; a fearful agitation seized me, form and gait that powerfully reminded my breath came quick, my eyes were me of Constance; and as she passed, I ready to start from their places—it was thought I discovered through her veil Constance's form-it was her face. “It some resemblance in her features. She is Constance ! It is Constance !" I addressed a few words to one of her at- cried, and sprung from the boat, and tendants; and though she spoke in an the next moment I had pressed her in eastern tongue, I fancied the voice was

Tell me, ye who can anatothat of Constance. I rushed forward a mize the human feelings, what were few paces, but reason came to my aid, mine at that moment ? Joy had in an before my temerity had endangered my instant succeeded to misery. A molife. It could not be Constance. This ment before, and life was worthless ; woman was a Mahometan, and spoke now it was inexpressibly dear. Light a different language from Constance; had flowed in upon a soul of darkness but the incident had so disordered me, and despair, like the sun when it bursts that I was obliged to sit down upon the from an eclipse upon a drooping world. steps of a mosque, and it was some hours I told Constance my story. “We have before I could recover myself. On an- never left the cottage,” said she. Have

my arms.

B. Q. T.

MONSIEUR DE MALSAIGNES.

I been under an illusion ? thought I Woe to the tops, which refusing to spin, -has all my past agony been a dream ? were laid in the magic circle to be At last, the truth flashed upon me. I pecked at by the others, if this huge had mistaken another for the cottage of thing was performing a part in the Constance. Let no man say that all game! The giant, to be sure, someour miseries are our own making: we times got within the ring himself; but are the sport of circumstance, and the the other tops bounded from his hard playthings of destiny: The inhabit- polished sides without injuring him, and ants of that cottage,” said Constance, he always came out unhurt. But when “ left it for fear of the floods ; it is the contrary was the case, the boys used nearer the river, and lower than ours;”. to tremble as the string was wound and I soon discovered that the height of around the monster : then they held the river had been the cause of the de. their breaths; the spinner raised his ception, by preventing me from disco. arm, and like the swoop of a bird of vering the want of features, whose ab- prey, down came the huge top, splitting sence would otherwise have led me to in halves the unfortunate upon which detect my error. I told Constance the it alighted, and dancing about on its adventure in the Grecian bay, when I long spike, as if in triumph. This thought I had seen her. “ Ah!” said leviathan, one morning, after splitting she, “it might be my sister : her hus- half a score of tops, suddenly refused to band died, and she sailed from Constan-' spin, and flew into the pond, from which tinople with my brother for Smyrna, to it was never recovered, to the very great take possession of some property.” Con. joy of all the boys except the owner. stance's mother still lived; but her feebleness had much increased; and it seemed as if Constance would soon be

MISCELLANIES. released from her filial duties, and her sacred resolutions. She was more beautiful than ever. Her lips were not less A French gentleman informs us that rosy, nor her eyes less lustrous; and the anecdote which we gave in No. 13, while she had lost nothing of the charm from the Memoirs of the Duchess of of youth, something of reflection had Abrantes is not quite correct. It would mingled with its vivacity, and spread appear that Malsaignes' adversary pinned over those graces an interest, which add him to the door ; and finding that he ed to their charm and seduction ; and could not on the instant disengage his when I again beheld that form, I won- sword, prudently retreated a few paces dered that another should ever have had out of harm's way. In the meanwhile, power to create an instant's delusion. I Malsaignes, brandishing his weapon, live within half a league of Constance, gloried in the advantage which he imaand I see her every day, and every day gined he had acquired; and addressing she becomes more dear to me; and if his antagonist, said: « Ha! Monsieur, destiny do not step in to destroy my you can have no exit but through the happiness, Constance will be mine. door, and then I shall repay your thrust Destiny cannot be moved, else I would with interest !” say, Destiny, be kind: suspend, at least, thy mission.” But her dark chain is already spun, and it is winding round As both rich and poor wear cocked hats,

the mendicant, upon encountering a pas

senger of promising exterior, uncovers PEG-TOP.

and asks charity for the love of God;

this salutation is returned by the person I never see a group of urchins playing accosted, who, perhaps, demands change, at peg-top, without being reminded of at the same time unpocketing a half the days when, a joyous-hearted school- vintin, a coin equal in value to a halfboy, I found delight in this game. I penny. The beggar, upon receiving this, well remember one boy, who had a top draws forth a long purse, which is often of awful size, weight, and length of peg. seen stored with different coins, and preI never saw such a plaything before or sents the other with ten rez; the chasince. It was made of hard box-wood, ritable donation then follows, usually to and was as smooth at the summit as an the amount of a tithe of the change; the egg; there was no ornament about it, donor is desired, in return, to live thirty but it had a spike or peg as long as the thousand years, and the parties separate, beak of a heron, and as sharp as an awl. each taking off his hat, as at meeting.

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