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slowly and silently the list of the dead it would never come to repay the large and maimed.
sum of money for which it was left in “ Can you, my dear girl,” said he, pledge. Though I had no personal tremulously, “ bear to hear very bad knowledge of Colonel Horace, yet, as I news?”
admired the painting, and saw that the She could reply in no other way than jewels were worth more than the rascal by laying her head on her father's asked for them, I purchased it, really shoulder, and sobbing out the almost with the ho
it to its first inaudible word—“ read.”
proprietor, if he should feel any value for “ Horace is mentioned as having been it, either as a family picture, or as some seen early in the action, badly wounded, pledge of affection; but I have not yet and is returned missing.”
had an opportunity of meeting with “ Horrible!” exclaimed the shudder- him.” ing girl, and embraced her father the “ What an insult!" thought Sir Olimore closely.
“ And our poor friend, Albert, is “ What an escape!” exclaimed Madangerously wounded, too,” said the tilda, when the officer had finished his father.
relation. Matilda made no reply; but as a mass I need not say that Sir Oliver immeof snow slips down from its supporting diately re-purchased the picture, and bank-as silently, as pure, and almost as that he had no further thoughts of marcold, fell Matilda from her father's arms rying his daughter to a gamester. insensible upon the floor. Sir Oliver was Talking of miniatures,” resumed the not surprised, but much puzzled. He officer, “a very extraordinary occurrence thought that she had felt quite enough has just taken place. A miniature has for her lover, but too much for her actually saved the life of a gallant young friend.
officer of the same regiment as Horace's, A few days after, a Belgian officer was as fine a fellow as ever bestrode a introduced by a mutual friend, and was charger.” pressed to dine by Sir Oliver. As he “ His name?” exclaimed Matilda and had been present at the battle, Matilda Sir Oliver together. would not permit her grief to prevent “ Is Albert; he is the second in comher meeting him at her father's table. mand; a high fellow that same Albert." Immediately she entered the room the “ Pray, sir, do me the favour to relate officer started, and took every opportu- the particulars,” said Sir Oliver; and nity of gazing upon her intently, when Matilda looked gratefully at her father he thought himself unobserved. At last for the request. he did so, so incautiously, and in a man- 6 0, I do not know them minutely,” ner so particular, that when the servants said he, “ but I believe it was simply had withdrawn, Sir Oliver asked him if that the picture served his bosom as a he had ever seen his daughter before. sort of breast-plate, and broke the force
“ Assuredly not, but most assuredly of a musket-ball, but did not, however, her resemblance,” said he, and he imme- prevent him from receiving a very smart diately produced the miniature that Ho. wound. The thing was much talked of race had obtained from his mistress. for a day or two, and some joking took
The first impression of both father and place on the subject; but when it was daughter was, that Horace was no more, seen that these railleries gave him more and that the token had been entrusted to pain than the wound, the subject was the hands of the officer, by the dying dropped, and soon seemed to have been lover ; but he quickly undeceived them, forgotten. by informing them that he was lying des- Shortly after the officer took his leave. perately, but not dangerously, wounded, The reflections of Matilda were bitter. at a farm-house on the continent, and Her miniature had been infamously lost; that, in fact, he had suffered a severe whilst the mistress of Albert, of that Alamputation.
bert whom she felt might, but for family “ Then, in the name of all that is ho- pride, have been her lover, was, even in nourable, how came you by the minia- effigy, the guardian angel of a life she ture?” exclaimed Sir Oliver.
loved too well. “ O, he had lost it to a notorious Months elapsed, and Horace did not sharper, at a gaming-house in Brussels, appear. Sir Oliver wrote to him an inon the eve of the battle; which sharper dignant letter, and bade him consider all offered it to me, as he said that he sup- intercourse broken off for the future. posed the gentlem.an from whom he won He returned a melancholy answer, in
which he pleaded guilty to the charge word was wholly superfluous. She spoke of the madness of intoxication, seemed to have lost every other faculty confessed that he was hopeless, and that but hearing. Albert in a low, yet hurhe deserved to be so; in a word, his ried tone, commenced thus:letter was so humble, so desponding, and “ I loved, but was not loved. I had a so dispirited, that even the insulted Ma- rival that was seductive. I saw that he tilda was softened, and shed tears over was preferred by the father, and not inhis blighted hopes. And here, we must different to the daughter. My love I do Horace the justice to say, that the could not, I would not attempt to conminiature was merely left in the hands quer : but my actions, honour bade me of the winner, he being a stranger, as a control ; and I obeyed. The friend deposit until the next morning, but which was admitted where the lover would the next morning did not allow him to have been banished. My successful redeem, though it rent from him a limb, rival obtained the miniature of his mis. and left him as one dead upon the battle tress. 0, then, then I envied, and, imfield. Had he not gamed, his miniature pelled by unconquerable passion, I obwould not have been lost to a sharper, tained clandestinely from the artist a the summons to march would have found fac-simile of that which I so much enhim at his quarters, his harassed steed vied him. It was my heart's silent comwould not have failed him in the charge, panion ; and when at last duty called and, in all probability, his limb would me away from the original, not often did have been saved, and his love have been I venture to gaze upon the resemblance. preserved.
To prevent my secret being discovered A year had now elapsed, and at length by accident, I had the precious token Albert was announced. He had heard enclosed in a double locket of gold, that all intimacy had been broken off which opened by a secret spring, known between Horace and Matilda, but no- only to myself and the maker. thing more. The story of the lost mi- “I gazed on the lovely features on the niature was confined to the few whom it dawn of the battle day. I returned it to concerned, and those few wished all me- its resting place, and my heart throbbed mory of it to be buried in oblivion. proudly under its pressure. I was conSomething like a hope had returned to scious that there I had a talisman, and, Albert's bosom. He was graciously re- if ever felt as heroes feel, it was thenceived by the father, and diffidently by “ On, on I dashed through the roarMatilda. She remembered “ the broken ing stream of slaughter. Sabres flashed miniature," and supposed him to have over and around mewhat cared I ? I been long, and ardently, attached to an- had this on my heart, and a brave man's other.
sword in my hand and come the worst, It was on a summer's evening, there better I could not have died than on that no other company, the sun was
noble field. The showers of fated balls setting in glorious splendour. After hissed around me. What cared I? I dinner, Matilda had retired only to the looked round—to my fellow-soldiers I window to enjoy, she said, that prospect trusted for victory, and my soul I enthat the drawing-room could not afford. trusted to God, and-shall I own it ? She spoke truly, for Albert was not for a few tears to my memory I trusted there. Her eyes were upon the de- to the original of this, my bosom comclining sun, but her soul was still in the panion.” dining-room.
“ She must have had a heart of ice, At length Sir Oliver and Albert arose had she refused them,” said Matilda, in from table, and came and seated them- a voice almost inaudible from emotion. selves near Matilda.
Albert bowed low and gratefully, and “ Come, Albert, the story of the mi- thus continued.-—“ Whilst I was thus niature,” said Sir Oliver.
borne forward into the very centre of “ What! fully, truly, and unreserv- the struggle, a ball struck at my heartedly?” said Albert, looking anxiously at but the guardian angel was there, and it Matilda.
was protected: the miniature, the double « Of course."
case, even my flesh were penetrated, and “ Offence or no offence ?” said Albert, my blood soiled theimage of that beauty. with a look of arch meaning.
for whose protection it would have joyed “ Whom could the tale possibly of. to flow. The shattered case, the broken, fend?” said Sir Oliver.
the blood-stained miniature, are, “ That I am yet to learn. Listen.” dearer to me than ever, and so will reAs far as regarded Matilda, the last main until life itself shall desert me."
now THE REV. H. WHITE TO MISS
May I look upon those happy fea- many yards, into a basin of darktures that have inspired and protected a green liquidness, and clearer than you heart so noble ?” said Matilda, in a low, can imagine; as, indeed, are all the distinct voice, that seemed unnatural to lakes. Disdainful of this placidity, the her from the excess of emotion.
checked waters then rush down a chanAlbert dropped upon one knee before nel of huge stones, some of which they her, touched the spring, and placed the have worn through, resounding along the miniature in the trembling hand of Ma- woods till they reach the second fall. tilda. In an instant she recognised her And now for EFFECT of this latter : noown resemblance. She was above the thing was seen, though heard, till we affectation of a false modesty--her eyes reached through dark shrubberies, a mile filled with grateful tears—she kissed the below the former, a time-worn buildencrimsoned painting, and sobbed aloud ing, sunk in shades, whose door had the —“ Albert, this shall never leave my effect of Circe's wand, for it magically bosom. O, my well-my long beloved !” opened into a square room, from whose
In a moment she was in the arms of large and glassless window we beheld the happy soldier, whilst one hung over this unrivalled basin ; while exactly opthem with unspeakable rapture, bestow- posite the door our sight was dazzled ing that best boon upon a daughter's love by the silver sheet of falling waters, over -“ A father's heart-felt blessing !” which a rustic bridge terminates and
completes the scene; not exceeding, as LETTERS FROM THE LAKES. Mason says, in size, one dropt from a No. 3.
theatre. We then passed the skirts of Rydal Water, whose bosom is over
shadowed by immense superincumbent Thursday Morning, Oct, 15, 1795. mountains, which, while they guard in From narrow-streeted Warrington, ren- sullen dignity the lake, contrast with dered more dark and Londonish from shuddering awe its peaceful quietude. the rain now descending with a liberality Our panting steeds now “wound their proportionate to that total exemption toilsome march” upon the side of one of which exhausted the million sources of those giants, and again descending it, cataracts and mountain torrents in the upon our enraptured view, bosomed in beloved country
have regretfully left, I her sequestered valley, peeped forth now proceed to continue my journal, first “ Grasmere's sweet retreat. The rocks, thankfully acknowledging, dear softened by her bewitching graces, lose your letter of Monday, Sept. 28. something of their majesty. The tor
Riding on the ever-varying shores of rents bound adown their cliffs, telling Windermere, and leaving White Rayrig, the rapt beholder that they are jumpwith its overshadowing groves, smiling ing for joy that they are so near the
as in scorn" of every other situation, I embrace of their lovely queen. Nothing passed the sublime head of this match- can disturb her serene reign, for it seems less lake, to pine-screened Ambleside, consecrated to peace and devotion by the built apparently before the flood, for the white-towered chapel, with three houses ark still remains in its centre, but placed around it, and a bridge of the same hue. among an inimitable profusion of na- From the village, this is the view: Grasture's grandest and most lovely scenes. mere sleeps between the long and cultiScorning the friendly Salutation, I rode vated reach of Fairfield on one side, and through the town, and descended into a beyond some pastures, silver the other; valley, which, with almost all its suc- at the upper end, stupendous Loughcessors, baffles description. “The longing Rigg Fell ascends to heaven, the stream pen toils after them in vain.”
Water pouring from its terrace smooth shaven, in the midst of craggy side; behind the village, the an immense hill buried in timber, stands cleft head of Helm Cragg rears its trethe superb seat (Rydal Hall) of Sir Mi- mendous height; and immediately opchael Le Fleming, who beholds the posite, the immense Seat-Sandal, shews graceful majesty of Windermere, float- her hollowed bosom; between these proing above the groves below the house. tectors, the road is seen towards KesGuided by a pretty golden-haired nymph, wick, with an angle of huge Helvellin. we scaled the mountain's brow, through Beneath the roof of worthy Robert a night of woods, animated by the con- Newton I staid three days; and on Wedstant dashing of angry waters, and ar- nesday, the 30th, I passed Dunmailrived at the first and great cascade, Raise, a vast conglomeration of stones which pours an unbroken sheet, for which divide Cumberland from West
moreland, and came to a four-mile ride precipices covered with stones, to which upon the borders of Leathes Water, our rocks are pebbles. We passed beneath called also Wythburn, a new and sin- Honister Craig, on whose brow, at the gular object; to the left, extensive and shout of my guide, two miners appearverdant pastures spotted with cattle, and ed; like unto birds he said, for though at intervals sending forth green promon- I strained my glass-aided eyes, I could tories in the lake, present a landscape of not see them. The Craig is above six agricultural beauty, while to the right, times higher than our spire, for honest the narrow road threads the base of a Thomas Hutton, the clerk of Mr. Gismost horrid part of Helvellin, whose borne, had seen both—though nearly brow has cast forth fragments large as perpendicular, the miners climb up and houses, and appears ready to hurl others down it with laden sledges every day. at the terrified passenger ; some lie on We dined by the side of Buttermere lake, the very path ; others have crossed it, totally out of all the world, and returned and taken refuge in the water. About down Newland Vale, which is almost the middle of the lake, below a neat literally “Beauty in the lap of Horror,” and excellent villa, two closing stripes skirted the opposite side of Derwent of land rush from either side, and come Water, and, after a circuit of thirty miles, so near, that three little bridges cross the I alighted at the parsonage, where Gray narrowed stream, somewhat like an hour- says, “ Could I have fixed the view in glass, which again immediately expand- my mirror, and transferred it to canvass, ing, resumes its wonted breadth. After a thousand pounds would cheaply purturning aside to view the entrance of the chase it.” Friday, Oct. 2, I attempted exquisite vale of St. John (where hills of an ascent to Skiddaw (five miles), in opstrange form and sky-aspiring height position to the discouraging opinion of almost close over a rapid stream, to many, for the clouds enveloped all the guard the entrance, and when passed, top. When we had wound along the open into lands of cultivated loveliness), side of Lattrig (Skiddaw's Cub) rolls of we ascended the precipice that overlooks vapour arose from St. John's Vale, and the vale of Keswick, serenely smiling mantled us, the sun gilding the valley beneath the dominion of majestic Skid- below. “ Now, sir, saith Thomas, daw. He was the sole feature of the
“ it is all over, this obscurity will darken right hand ; to the left, beneath moun- more and more. And so it was; tains scarcely less sublime, swam Der- though an instant before, breathless with went Water, spotted with islets and dis. heat and fatigue, I had opened every gracing summer-houses. In front, the garment to the wind, now, dews delarge white church of Crossthwaite would scending, and the cold blast blew, I not be overlooked, as it rises about a mile began to shiver. Sam tied my hat over over the town, and is its only church; my ears; but though we had now a mile beyond it, Bassenthwaite Water looked and a half of ascent, I was determined to dark from surrounding hills. In Kes- scale the top. When we reached it, the wick, both the museum, and the amiable, drops pearled my coat; so dense was the diffident, intelligent girl who daughterizes fog, that we could not see each other, to its founder, merit a particular notice, but explored our way to a huge heap of that want of room could alone deny. stones, that marked the extreme summit. Nor can I do the least justice to my Here, as I leaned for some time, to reride on Thursday, October 1st, so abun- cover breath and meditate upon sublunary dant in before unbeheld sublimity and disappointments—“ Look, sir, look !" grace.
Lowdore, the Migara of the burst from my astonished companions. Lakes, was, alas! only distinguishable As if the Superior Power had said, by two silver threads; but this defect“ The preacher of my word shall not was somewhat compensated by the sub- return ungratified by a sight of my lime cataract of Scale Force, which, not chiefest work,” the sun burst through depending upon casual rains, poured the involving shades, and drove with unin an unbroken perpendicular stream, utterable majesty the whole host of equalling in height the largest spire of clouds before him. As they went, the the cathedral. This stream has worn view unfolded the whole vale : below itself fifty yards within a solid rock; appeared the Irish Channel and Sea, the after forming a pool, it again rushes Scotch moun ns, the Frith of Forth, with thundering noise over its stony Gretna Green; and to the right, the bed, terminating in the lake of Cromack. mountains of Durham and Northumber
The roads here are all but inaccessible, land. In ten minutes the darkness reno Staffordshire horse could travel down turned; no view has been since visible.
I descended awe-struck. It might be were answered by the thundering canchance, but I cannot believe it was. and the tocsin rent in the air :-it Thomas Hutton has ascended almost was July 1830. * every day for twenty-seven years, and A young man, named Pierre, arrived never beheld the like. Saturday, Oct. at the gates of the metropolis at this awful 3d, we enjoyed an alpine ride ; the moment. His parents were respectable left-hand barriered by huge Saddle-back, inhabitants of Paris, who had been redivided only by a brook from Skiddaw, duced to indigence by unfortunate specuand apparently as high. We entered lations; and Pierre was now on his reGowbarrow Park at Matterdale, and turn from the south of France, whither turned aside to view one of the loveliest he had gone in search of employment. sports of nature ever beheld—the Fall of His family had heard nothing of him Airey-Force; from thence we soon ar- since his departure;-he had not, howrived at the Borders of Ulswater, near ever, forgotten either his widowed and Lyulph's Tower. No time to describe high-spirited mother, his brother, the what I esteem the first water of the companion of his earlier years, his little whole. Including its borders, to go to sisters, or his aged grandmother : Penrith (O, sweet town!), the road is often did he think of their destitute connine miles, within an arboured road, dition, yet he had never afforded them with the lake purling in mildness, and any assistance; nevertheless, Pierre roaring in majesty at our feet. At Pat
was not exactly a mauvais sujet, but his terdale, John Mounsey, the quite unedu- best intentions were, but too often, fruscated king (a name whose soundo he trated by the variability of his character, abhors), is the worthiest and most bene- He was an odd compound of folly and volent of men; the father, not of nine intelligence,-being a frequenter of petty children (out of fifteen, and he but coffee-houses, a great billiard-player and thirty-six), but of the whole country. news-devourer. On Sunday evening, the 4th of Oct., he, When the young traveller arrived at the parson and the clerk, attended me to the barrier, he beheld a crowd of frantic the summit of huge Helvellin, forty-five beings who were singing—or rather yards higher than Skiddaw. Mounsey howling - the Marseillaise; and there and I rode, but he was thrown from his horse in a morass, immediately before * The above is a sketch written by the me, so that I had but just time to save Viscount d'Arlincourt, a zealous partisan myself. On my return, Lodona herself of the fallen dynasty, and the facts dewas not more dripping, though from a tailed are stated by him to be actually different liquid. Tuesday, Oct. 6th, true, although the names of the parties ascended the long precipice of Kirk- are concealed. It is written in the true stone, saw the thrice lovely Vale of Tory spirit, though we have seen noTroutbeck, obtained a new, and, if pos- thing which the Viscount has yet prosible, more charming view of Kimber- duced to make us regret the change in mere, and dined at Kendal; reached France which he so unceasingly deplores. Lancaster the 7th, Preston the 8th, and, To prove the benevolence of the indifor the sake of Mrs. Kemble's benefit, vidual members of the exiled family by Yarico and the Pannel, Liverpool the such means is unnecessary.
No one is 9th ; preached morning and evening at inclined to dispute it; but the French Old Church, 1lth, after seeing all the have lost nothing by the change even in walks, docks, &c. on the 10th, with Sir this particular ; whereas what they have Nigel ; came to the dear village of Wa- gained is well appreciated. The French vertree on Monday; dined at Hoyle are satisfied : for nothing has proved the Lake Tuesday (13th), and came here feebleness of faction more strongly than last night. Enter Sam, with an account the late anarchical attempts at Paris and that the weather clears, so abruptly adieu ! Lyons. We rejoice in the conviction -Never mention me, but still less shew that the throne of Louis Philippe is secure ; my epistolary libels to any one. Adieu! and that amiable and talented gentlemen,
such as the Viscount d'Arlincourt, may indulge their literary taste in penning
sketches on whatever subject they please, JULY 1830.
assuring them, when the facts to which The last rays of the setting sun fell upon they pledge themselves are of a political the gilded dome of the Hotel des Invalides; nature, that a friendly allowance will be a thick smoke rose from the barriers of made for the imagination of the romanParis ;-the provocatons of the populace tic and the prejudice of the partisan.
AN EPISODE OF THE REVOLUTION OF