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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 68, No 420, October 1850 + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 7, 2014 [EBook #44618] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BLACKWOOD'S EDINBURGH *** + + + + +Produced by Brendan OConnor, Richard Tonsing, Jonathan +Ingram and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Library of Early +Journals.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="titlepage"> + +<hr class="chap" /> + + + +<h1>BLACKWOOD'S<br /> +EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.<br /> + +<span class="large"><span class="smcap blackwoodleft">No. CCCCXX.</span> OCTOBER, 1850. <span class="smcap blackwoodright">Vol. LXVIII.</span></span> +</h1> + + + + +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</a></h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="CONTENTS"> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Modern State Trials. Part I.</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_373">373</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">My Novel; or, Varieties in English Life. Part II.</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_393">393</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Military Life in North Africa</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_415">415</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The Green Hand—A "Short" Yarn. A Wind-up</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_433">433</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The French Wars of Religion</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_456">456</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">A Wild-Flower Garland. By Delta</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_471">471</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The Masquerade of Freedom</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_475">475</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Dies Boreales. No. VIII.—Christopher under Canvass</span>,</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_479">479</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="xlarge">EDINBURGH:</p> + +<p class="large">WILLIAM BLACKWOOD & SONS, 45 GEORGE STREET; +AND 37 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON.</p> + +<p class="medium"><i>To whom all communications (post paid) must be addressed.</i></p> + +<p class="small">SOLD BY ALL THE BOOKSELLERS IN THE UNITED KINGDOM.</p> + +<p class="xsmall">PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS, EDINBURGH. +</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span></p> + +<p class="ph2">BLACKWOOD'S<br /> +EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.</p> + +<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap blackwoodleft">No. CCCCXX.</span> OCTOBER, 1850. <span class="smcap blackwoodright">Vol. LXVIII.</span> +</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="MODERN_STATE_TRIALS1" id="MODERN_STATE_TRIALS1">MODERN STATE TRIALS.</a><a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2> + + +<h3>PART I.</h3> + +<p>The idea of this work is happily conceived, +and carried into effect, in the +two volumes before us, with no little +judgment and ability. The subject is +one interesting, useful, and important; +and the author was in many respects +well qualified to deal with it by his +talents, his accomplishments, his professional +acquirements, and his experienced +observation. It will be seen +that we speak of the author, and of +his work, in different tenses; and +there is a melancholy significance in +the distinction. Within a very few +days of his sending to us these two +volumes, he died, unexpectedly, in the +flower of his age, and just as he had +attained an honour which he had long +coveted—that of being raised to the +rank of Queen's Counsel. On the first +day of last Easter term, he presented +himself in each of the courts at Westminster, +in his "silk" gown, exchanging +the customary obeisances +with the Judges, the Queen's Counsel, +and the great body of his brethren +behind the bar, on being formally +called by the Lord Chief Justice "to +take his seat within the bar, Her +Majesty having been pleased to appoint +him one of Her Majesty's Counsel." +He looked pleasurably excited: +alas, how little anticipating that the +last day of that same term would see +him stripped of his long-coveted insignia, +and clothed in the dismal +vesture of the grave! For on that +day he died, after a brief but very +severe illness, in his forty-sixth year. +A serious attack of rheumatic fever, +several years before, had permanently +impaired his physical energies, though +not to such an extent as to prevent +the exercise of his profession. His +practice, till latterly, had been chiefly +at the Cheshire and Manchester sessions, +from which he gradually rose +into considerable business, both civil +and criminal, on the North Wales +circuit. On being raised to his briefly-held +rank, the prospect of a successful +career opened before him; for he +knew his profession well, as those +were aware who were able and disposed +to push him forward. During +Easter term he was engaged before a +committee of the House of Commons, +to conduct a case of some importance. +This was a lucrative branch of practice, +which he was naturally eager to +cultivate. Fatigue, anxiety, and excitement +induced the return of an old +complaint, accompanied by new and +somewhat startling symptoms; but +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span>though utterly unfit for business, he +could not be restrained from attending +the committee room, though it was +necessary to carry him in a chair up +the long flight of steps leading to +the corridor in the new House. +He was soon, however, obliged to +return as he had gone. The palsying +hand of Death had touched +the aspiring lawyer! After much +suffering, he expired on the 8th +of May, the last day of Easter +term, and on the 13th was buried in +the vaults of Lincoln's Inn, of which +he had only a few days previously +been elected a Bencher! He was a +member of Queen's College, Oxford, +where he graduated (we believe with +honours) in 1824; was called to the +bar in 1828; and elected Recorder +of Macclesfield in 1833.—As a speaker +he was correct and fluent, though +not forcible; as an advocate, judicious +and successful. He was a man of +classical tastes, extensively read in +literature, and exceedingly familiar +with political history and constitutional +law. What he knew he could +use readily and effectively, both as a +writer and a speaker. He was very +industrious with his pen during every +interval between his professional engagements; +and has left behind him, +independently of his contributions to +periodical literature, three works—the +<i>History of the House of Commons +from 1688 to 1832</i>; the <i>Lives of +Twelve Eminent Judges</i>, and the +work now before us. The first of +these was published in 1843-4, in +two volumes octavo. The author's +professed object was to present +"a popular history of the House of +Commons, with biographical notices +of those members who have been +most distinguished in its annals; and +describing the changes in its internal +economy, powers, and privileges," +during the space of a hundred and +forty-four years elapsing between two +memorable periods—the "noble introduction" +to Parliamentary Records, +"afforded by the Convention +Parliament of 1688," and the "eventful +close" witnessed in the second +Parliament of William IV., which +passed "the Reform Bill." This +space he subdivided into three distinguishing +eras:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"The <i>first</i> includes a space of thirty-nine +years—from the abdication of James +to the death of George I. in 1727—characterised +by master spirits, critical +events, and stirring debate. The <i>second</i> +era—sort of mezzo-termino—comprehends +the reign of George II., when men +in office were corrupt, and public morals +low, and the general topics of discourse +resembled parish vestry discussions, but +still a prosperous reign—the sound +common-sense of Walpole promoting, +even by inglorious acts, the national +welfare, and Chatham's genius rescuing +the age from mediocrity.</p> + +<p>"The regular publication of the debates, +and troubles in America, usher in +the <i>last</i> and most glorious epoch,—the +days of North and Burke—of Pitt and +Fox—of Windham and Canning—of +Tierney, and Brougham, and Peel,—illustrated +by oratory enduring as the +language, and with memories of statesmen +that can never die."</p></div> + +<p>Mr Townsend's second work was +published about four years afterwards—viz., +in 1848—also in two +volumes, and entitled <i>Lives of Twelve +Eminent Judges of the Last and +Present Century</i>. These were—Lord +Alvanley, Mr Justice Buller, Lord +Eldon, Lord Ellenborough, Lord +Erskine, Sir Vicary Gibbs, Sir William +Grant, Lord Kenyon, Lord +Loughborough, Lord Redesdale, Lord +Stowell, and Lord Tenterden. This +work consisted of memoirs, which +the author had previously published +in the <i>Law Magazine</i>, where they +had attracted considerable attention +from the profession; as they contained +many interesting and entertaining +anecdotes, and information not easily +attainable elsewhere.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> Both of these +works are of an entertaining character. +They are written in an easy, +flowing style—occasionally, however, +somewhat loose and gossiping. It +must be owned that the author's +<i>forte</i> does not lie in the delineation +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span>of character, either moral or intellectual. +If he really possessed a quick +and searching insight into it, he would +seem to have felt a greater pleasure in +grouping about each individual who +was the subject of his pencil the general +incidents of his position, than in +penetrating his idiosyncrasy, and detecting +the operation of those incidents +upon it. He does not conceive +distinctly of <i>his man</i>, keeping his eye +steadily upon him, with a view to +the development and exhibition of +character; but is apt, if we may +be allowed so to speak, to lose +him in his life. Still the work +is decidedly an acquisition to popular +and professional literature, and, +equally with its predecessor, evidences +the mild and candid temper +and character of the author. Thus +much we thought it only fair to premise, +in justice to the memory of an +amiable and accomplished member of +the English bar, and a man of letters; +one, too, who in his political opinions +was a staunch and consistent upholder +of those to which Maga has ever been +devoted. In no instance, however—in +neither of the two works at which +we have been thus glancing in passing, +nor in that now lying before us—did +Mr Townsend suffer his political +opinions to bias his judgment, or betray +him into the faintest semblance +of partiality or injustice.</p> + +<p>It is time now to direct attention to +the last work of Mr Townsend—which +he barely lived to see published—his +<i>Modern State Trials</i>, spread +over two goodly octavo volumes, containing +nearly eleven hundred pages, +and these, too, pretty closely printed. +Upon this work much thought and +labour have evidently been bestowed +in the collection of his materials, and +dealing with them, as in the volumes +before us, in such a manner as to render +the product at once interesting +and instructive to both general and +professional readers.</p> + +<p>It is no slight matter to make one's-self +thoroughly master of a great case, +in all its bearings; to seize its true +governing characteristics; to select, +condense, and arrange facts and incidents; +to assign to every actor, whether +judge, jury, witness, or counsel, +his proper proportion and position; +and all this with a view to interesting +and instructing widely different classes +of readers—and those, again, general +and professional. To do all this effectually, +requires powerful talents, much +knowledge of life and character, practical +acquaintance with the law of the +country, a sound judgment, and a +vivid imagination. There is scarcely +any point of view in which a great +trial will not appear deeply interesting +to a competent observer, watching +how each individual plays his part in +the agitating drama. Whether the +judge holds the sacred scales even; +whether he sees clearly and acts +promptly, calmly, resolutely, in detecting +fallacy, in order to shield an unsophisticated +jury from its subtle and +deleterious agency; whether, for this +purpose, his intellect and his knowledge +are superior, equal, or inferior +to those of the advocates pleading before +him. How those advocates conduct +themselves, intellectually and +morally; whether they be clear-headed, +acute, ready, learned—or cloudy, obtuse, +superficial, and ignorant; whether +evenly or over matched; whether +they play the gentleman or the scoundrel; +whether they will, however +difficult the task, nobly recognise the +obligations of truth and honour, or +villanously disregard them, to secure +a paltry triumph in defeating justice! +How the witnesses discharge their +momentous duties; whether constantly +mindful of their oath, or forgetful of +it, or wilfully disregarding it, from +hostility or partiality to the prisoner, +or any other wicked motive. Whether +the judge, or the advocates, are +equal to the discomfiture of a wicked +witness. How the jury are conducting +themselves—whether with watchful +intelligence, or stolid listlessness. +How the prisoner, standing in the +midst of all these—with life, with +honour, character, liberty, everything +at stake—and depending on the word +which one of that jury will utter—how +<i>he</i> is demeaning himself, knowing, as +he does, the truth or falsehood of the +charge on which he is being tried; +what he is thinking of the exertions of +his counsel, of the temper and spirit +of the witnesses, of the jury, of the +judge; whether he adverts at all to +the spectators around him, and the +feelings by which they are animated +towards him; whether he is aware of,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span> +or appreciates, the true strain and pressure +of the case—the sudden chances +and perils occurring in its progress.</p> + +<p>How striking and instructive to observe +the abstract rules of justice +brought to bear, with equal readiness +and precision, upon ordinary and extraordinary +combinations of circumstances!—to +witness the dead letter of +the law become animated with potent +vitality for the regulation of human +affairs!</p> + +<p>Again, it has often occurred to us +that there is another point of view +from which important trials—nay, +almost any trial—may be contemplated +with lively interest by a logical +observer, with reference to <i>the use +made of facts</i> by judicial and forensic +intellect. How little even the acutest +layman could have anticipated such +dealing with facts as that which he +here beholds; how he must appreciate +the practised, watchful art with which +the slightest circumstance is seized +hold of, and in due time so combined +with others with which it seemed to +have no conceivable connexion, as to +justify conclusions exactly the reverse +of those which had till then seemed +inevitable! What totally different +aspects the same facts may be made +to wear by different dealers with +them, having different objects in view! +By their different arrangement and +combination, what <i>unexpected</i> inferences +may be drawn from the self-same +facts, and even when similarly arranged +and combined! How exciting +to see a defence constructed by experienced +astuteness and eloquence out +of the slightest materials—out of a +hopeless case—in the teeth of one +overpowering for the prosecution! +The desperate determination, the +exquisite subtlety, the consummate +judgment, often exhibited on such +occasions by eminent advocates—struggling, +too, at once with their own +sense of right and wrong, and the +desire to do their utmost for one who +has intrusted his all to them—conscious, +too, that though a jury of +twelve plain common-sense people +may be unable to see through the +fallacies which are presented to them, +it will doubtless be very far otherwise +with one who has to follow, +who has the last word! and with +that last word may at once lay bare +the sophistries of forensic effrontery, +and perhaps rebuke him who attempted +to trifle with and mislead the understandings +of those so solemnly sworn +to give a just and true verdict according +to the evidence. "But what is +one to do?" exclaims the anxious +advocate. "How am I to defend yonder +trembling being who has selected +me to stand between him and—the +scaffold, it may be—if I am to play +the judge, and not the advocate; to +yield pusillanimously to an array of +fearfully plain facts, and make no +attempt to square them with the +hypothesis of my client's innocence, +or persuade a jury that they are—whatever +my own secret opinion—pregnant +with too much doubt to +warrant a verdict of guilty?" Only +one who has been placed in the situation +can conceive the faintest idea of +what is endured on such occasions +by the sensitive and conscientious +advocate, who is called upon in desperate +emergencies—in moments of +intense eagerness and anxiety—the +spasms, as it were, of which are +<i>publicly</i> exhibited, and before gifted +and critical rivals and merciless public +censors, to see and <i>observe</i> the +delicate but decisive line of right—of +duty; to maintain at once the character +of the zealous, effective advocate, +and the Christian gentleman. +If sufficient allowances were made for +persons placed in such circumstances +of serious embarrassment and responsibility, +less uncharitable judgments +would be passed on the manner in +which advocates exercise their functions +than are sometimes seen; judgments +formed and pronounced, too, in +the closet—by those speaking after +the event—calm and undisturbed by +anxieties and agitation, which have +probably <i>never been personally experienced</i>. +This topic, however, we shall +hereafter treat more at large, in giving +to the volumes before us that +extended examination which is at +present contemplated. They contain +a series of trials of undoubted +public interest and importance. They +have been selected upon the whole +judiciously, with a view to the end +which the author had proposed to +himself; though the propriety of the +title which he has chosen—<i>i. e.</i> +"Modern <i>State</i> Trials"—is not at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span> +first sight apparent. The idea conveyed +by these words is, trials +directly affecting <i>the state</i>, political +prosecutions in respect of political +offences. It is difficult to bring trials +for murder, duelling, forgery, abduction, +libel, blasphemy, and conspiracy, +under this category; and this Mr +Townsend felt. Such, nevertheless, +constitute a large proportion of the +trials contained in these volumes, and +are, in our opinion, also those of most +popular interest, and worthiest of +being dealt with, as it was Mr Townsend's +expressed intention to deal with +them.</p> + +<p>The "trials" contained in the volumes +before us are fifteen in number, +of which only four, or at most five, +(Mr Townsend seems to have thought +six,) have any pretensions to be designated +"<i>State</i> trials." These five +are—John Frost, Edward Oxford, and +Smith O'Brien for high treason; Daniel +O'Connell, and eight others, for a +treasonable conspiracy; and Charles +Pinney, for alleged neglect of his duty +as mayor of Bristol, during the fiery +and bloody "Reform Riots," as the +were called, in that place, in October +1831. The remaining ten trials consist +of two for duelling—the late James +Stuart for killing Sir Alexander Boswell, +and the Earl of Cardigan for +shooting Captain Tucket; three for +murder, (in addition to James Stuart, +who was tried for the <i>murder</i> of Sir +Alexander Boswell)—viz. Conrvoisier +for the murder of Lord William +Russell; M'Naughton for the murder +of Mr Drummond; Hunter and others +for conspiracy and the murder of John +Smith, the Glasgow cotton-spinner, in +1837; Alexander (the titular +Earl of Stirling) for forgery; Lord +Cochrane, and seven others, for a conspiracy +to raise the funds; the Wakefields +for conspiracy, and abduction of +an heiress; John Ambrose Williams +for a libel on the Durham clergy; and +Mr John Moxon, for blasphemy, in +publishing the poems of Percy Bysshe +Shelley. It will be observed that all +these are <i>criminal</i> trials, and occurred +in England, Scotland, and Ireland; +affording thus a favourable opportunity +for comparing the different +methods of proceeding in their respective +courts, and the characteristics of +their respective judges and advocates. +The English trials are ten, the Scottish +three, and the Irish two in number: +and whether they are precisely +those which could have been most +advantageously selected, it were needless, +for present purposes, to inquire. +Mr Townsend made his choice, and +thus generally states his objects and +intentions:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"The present edition of <i>Modern State +Trials</i> is meant to include those of the +most general interest and importance +which have occurred during the last +thirty years. None are inserted in these +volumes which have been previously comprised +in any collection; but the editor +regrets want of space, which compels him +to omit several not uninstructive. In +making a selection, he has endeavoured +to present a faithful, but abridged, report +of such legal proceedings as would be +most likely to command the attention of +all members of the community, and to be +read by them with pleasure and profit. +This appears to be the popular description +of the term "State Trials," in which +Mr Evelyn and Mr Hargreave acquiesced, +or they would not have included convictions +for witchcraft, and the prosecution +of Elizabeth Canning for perjury, in their +collection. Were the definition restricted +to political offences merely, the work, +however logically correct, would be wanting +in spirit and variety."—(Introd. vol. i. +p. 5.)</p></div> + +<p>After stating that no technical +objection can be raised to those of the +above trials which immediately affect +the State, he observes, that, "for the +propriety of inserting the rest under +the same title, a just apology may be +made." The trial of the Earl of Cardigan, +before the House of Lords, is +represented as interesting, from the +rank of the accused and from the +rarity of the trial, as being the first +time that duelling was attempted to +be brought within a recent statute, +(1 Vict. c. 85) enacting that the +shooting at a person, not with premeditated +malice, but deliberately, and +causing a bodily injury dangerous to +life, should be a capital offence; and +that whoever should shoot any person +with intent to commit murder, or +to do some grievous bodily harm, +should, though no bodily harm were +inflicted, be guilty of <i>felony</i>, and +liable to transportation or imprisonment. +The social position of the titular +Earl of Stirling, and the extra<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span>ordinary +nature of the evidence, are +said to justify the insertion of <i>his</i> +trial; while, "in the records of +criminal jurisprudence, there occur +few proceedings of more deep and +painful interest than the prosecution +of Lord Cochrane, for Conspiracy +to commit a fraud on the +Stock Exchange." The two cases of +Courvoisier and M'Naughton respectively +"involve topics of absorbing +interest at the period of the occurrence, +and of enduring interest to all +time: in the one being involved the +rights and duties, the privileges and +immunities of counsel for prisoners; +in the other, the fearful question of +responsibility for crime—how far +moral insanity alone may exonerate +the alleged subject of it from the +temporal consequences of his guilt." +This latter topic is also involved in +Oxford's case. The trials of Mr +Stuart for killing Sir Alexander Boswell, +and of Mr Moxon for blasphemy, +are inserted for one and the same +reason—namely, "a desire to embalm +the very beautiful speeches of Lord +Cockburn, Lord Jeffrey, and Mr Justice +Talfourd." As to the trial of +Ambrose Williams, it is inserted on +account of the celebrated speech in +defence by Lord Brougham—"one of +the most vivid specimens extant, in +either ancient or modern literature, of +keen irony, bitter sarcasm, and vehement +vituperation." The prosecution +of the Wakefields for conspiracy, and +the abduction of Miss Turner, "forms +a singular chapter in legal history; +interesting not less to the student of +human nature, on account of its characters +and incidents, than to the +lawyer, for the elaborate discussions +on the Scottish law of marriages, and +the right of the wife, even should +there have been a legal marriage, to +appear as a witness against the offending +husband—matters argued with +profuse learning and ability."</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"In setting forth, under a condensed +form," says Mr Townsend,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> "this and +the other most interesting trials of our +time, it has been the object of the editor +to free the work from dry severity by +introducing the '<i>loci lætiores</i>' of the +advocates, the salient parts of cross-examination—those +little passages of arms +between the rival combatants which +diversified the arena, the painting of the +forensic scene, the poetry of action of +these legal dramas. He has sought to +give the expressed spirit of eloquence and +law, upon occasions which peculiarly +called them forth; pruning what was +redundant, rejecting superfluities, weeding +out irrelevant matter, but omitting +no incident or episode that all intelligent +witness would have been disappointed at +not hearing."</p></div> + +<p>We present the ensuing paragraph, +which immediately follows the preceding, +because it will afford us an +opportunity of making a remark which +is applicable to the entire structure of +the work before us.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"In the extracts here given from some +of the most celebrated speeches of modern +days, the editor has also had the great +advantage of the last corrections of the +speakers themselves, and has thus been +enabled to preserve the <i>ipsissima verba</i>, +by which minds were captivated and verdicts +won; those treasures of oratory +which would have gladdened the old age +of Erskine, could he have seen how his +talisman had been passed from hand to +hand, and the mantle of his inspiration +caught. The vivid appeals of Whiteside, +the magnificent defence of Cockburn, the +persuasive imagery of Talfourd, will +exist as κθηματα ἑις αεἱ—trophies of +forensic eloquence, beacon lights it may +be, in the midst of that prosaic mistiness +which has begun to creep around our +courts."</p></div> + +<p>The remark to which we have alluded +is this: that the work before us +is pervaded by a tone of uniform, excessive, +and undistinguishing <i>eulogy</i>, +which, however creditable to the +amiable and generous dispenser of it, +is calculated to lower our estimate of +his critical judgment, and even—unless +one should be on one's guard—to +provoke a harsh and disparaging spirit +towards the subjects of such undue +eulogy, and a suspicion that here +"praise undeserved," and the remark +is applicable equally to praise "excessive, +is censure in disguise!" No +judge, no counsel, can say or do <i>anything</i>, +in the course of any of the trials +here brought under our notice, without +speaking and acting in such a +way as to merit applause for exhibiting +the highest qualities of mind and +character. Let it not be supposed, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span>that, in making these observations, we +wish to apply them to the particular +instances cited by Mr Townsend of +Messrs Whiteside, Cockburn, and +Talfourd—all of whom are distinguished, +accomplished, able, and eloquent +advocates; but we believe that +each would, in spite of the fondest +self-love, in his own mind, somewhat +mistrust his title to the <i>amount</i> of +applause here bestowed upon him. +What more than he has said of them, +could he have said of the greatest +orators and advocates whom the world +has produced? In a corresponding +strain, Mr Townsend speaks of every +one—senior and junior counsel—and +every writer, great and small, whom +he has occasion to mention. Those +who knew the late Mr Townsend, +and appreciated his simple and manly +character, will refer the defect which +we have felt compelled thus to point +out to its true cause—the kindliness +of his heart; and we believe that, +had he lived to see these observations, +his candour would have caused him +promptly to recognise their justice.</p> + +<p>Each of the trials is preceded and +followed by "Introductory Essays" +and "Notes."</p> + +<p>"The Essays, chiefly historical, +have been introduced in order to +familiarise the reader with the subject, +and prevent the monotony which, +but for these occasional dissertations, +might pervade so many recurring +trials. The notes are added with a +similar object."<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> We may say generally, +that these "Essays" and +"Notes" always display judgment, +and the writer's complete knowledge +of his subject. No reader should +enter on the trial, without carefully +perusing the "Essay" which ushers +it in, shedding light upon all its details, +and the circumstances attending the +committing of these offences—and indicating +with distinctness the leading +features of interest and importance. +In the report of the trial itself, great +pains have evidently been taken, and +successfully, to observe rigid impartiality, +and secure accuracy of statement; +and the conflicts of counsel +with each other and with witnesses—the +temperate, and timely interpositions +of the judges, and their satisfactory +summings-up to the jury—are +presented to the reader with no little +vividness. The fault of Mr Townsend's +style is, diffuseness, a tendency +to colloquiality, and a deficiency of +vigour. With these little exceptions, +added to that above noticed, we have +no hesitation in commending these +volumes as an acquisition to popular +and professional literature, reflecting +credit on the author's memory, and +the bar to which he belonged.</p> + +<p>Having thus briefly indicated the +general character of this work, and +given the author's own account of it, +we propose in the present, and one, +or perhaps two, following articles, to +take our own view of some of the +leading "Trials" thus collected by +Mr Townsend, incidentally observing +on his treatment of the subject. With +him, we regard several of these trials as +exhibiting features of remarkable interest; +and are much indebted to him +for having so disposed his materials as +to rouse and rivet the attention of all +classes of intelligent readers, but in +an especial degree that of the youthful +student of jurisprudence. Without +further preface, we shall commence +with that which stands first in Mr +Townsend's collection—the trial of +Frost, for high treason.</p> + +<p>This affords a very favourable specimen +of Mr Townsend's capabilities. +He appears to have worked it out +perhaps more exactly to his own idea +than any of the ensuing ones; and, by +his able and judicious treatment of +the subject, has given us an opportunity +of exhibiting in glowing colours +a forensic battle-field: the stake, life +or death; the combatants, evenly +matched, the very flower of the bar; +their tactics clear and decisive, with +the odds tremendously against one +party—that is to say, facts too strong +for almost any degree of daring or +astuteness to contend against hopefully. +Let us see, under such circumstances, +how the combatants acquitted +themselves; or, if one may change +the figure, let us see how was played a +great game of chess on the board of +life, by skilful and celebrated players. +Who were they? Four in number—Sir +John Campbell and Sir Thomas +Wilde, then respectively Attorney and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span>Solicitor-General, representing the +Crown; Sir Frederick Pollock and Mr +Fitzroy Kelly, Queen's Counsel for the +prisoner. Ten years have since +elapsed, and behold the changes in +the relative positions of these gentlemen! +Sir John Campbell is a peer +of the realm, and Lord Chief-Justice +of the Queen's Bench: having also, +during the interval, become a laborious +and successful biographer of the +Lord Chancellors and Lord Chief-Justices +of England. Sir Thomas +Wilde is also a peer of the realm, and +Lord High Chancellor, having been +previously Attorney-General and +Chief-Justice of the Common Pleas. +Sir Frederick Pollock, having been subsequently +appointed Attorney-General, +is now Chief Baron of the Exchequer; +while Mr Kelly, having since +become Solicitor-General, lost office +on the break-up of Sir Robert Peel's +ministry, and remains—such are the +chances and changes of political life—plain +Sir Fitzroy Kelly, but occupying a +splendid position at the bar. +These four were the leading counsel; +but besides the Attorney and Solicitor +General, the Crown was represented +by two gentlemen of great legal learning +and eloquence, since raised to the +bench—Mr Justice Wightman and Mr +Justice Talfourd; and by Mr Serjeant +Ludlow, since become a Commissioner +of Bankruptcy; and the Hon. John C. +Talbot, now so highly distinguished +in Parliamentary practice. The judges +sent as the special commission consisted +of the late Chief-Justice Tindal, +the present Mr Baron Parke, and the +late Mr Justice Williams, forming, it +is superfluous to say, an admirably +constituted court—the chief being most +consummately qualified for his post +by temper, sagacity, and learning.</p> + +<p>It was the business of the Attorney +and Solicitor General to establish a +case of high treason against the prisoner, +and of Sir Frederick Pollock +and Mr Kelly to defend him <i>à l'outrance</i>; +but God forbid that we should +say <i>per fas aut nefas</i>. It were idle to +characterise the intellectual and professional +qualifications of these four +combatants; the eminence of all is undisputed, +though their idiosyncrasies +are widely different from each other. +Suffice it to say, that everything which +great experience, sagacity, learning, +power, and eloquence could bring to +bear on that contest might have been +confidently looked for. One circumstance +is proper to be borne in mind—that +the prisoner's counsel (of course +abhorring the acts imputed to their +client) were stimulated to the very +uttermost exertion by the fact that +their own political opinions were notoriously +adverse to those entertained +by the prisoner, and those—viz., +Chartists—who so confidently summoned +two Tories to the rescue of +their imperilled brother Chartists.</p> + +<p>All the main facts of the case were +universally known before the trial +took place, together, of course, with +the legal category to which they must +be referred, to satisfy the conditions +of high treason. The nature of that +offence was thus tersely and beautifully +explained by the Chief Justice,—<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"Gentlemen, the crime of high treason, +in its own direct consequences, is calculated +to produce the most malignant +effects upon the community at large; its +direct and immediate tendency is the putting +down the authority of the law, the +shaking and subverting the foundation of +all government, the loosening and dissolving +the bands and cement by which +society is held together, the general confusion +of property, the involving a whole +people in bloodshed and mutual destruction; +and, accordingly, the crime of high +treason has always been regarded by the +law of this country as the offence of all +others of the deepest dye, and as calling +for the severest measure of punishment. +But in the very same proportion as it is +dangerous to the community, and fearful +to the offender from the weight of punishment +which is attached to it, has it been +thought necessary by the wisdom of our +ancestors to define and limit this law +within certain express boundaries, in +order that, on the one hand, no guilty person +might escape the punishment due to +his transgression by an affected ignorance +of the law; and, on the other, that no +innocent man might be entangled or +brought unawares within the reach of its +severity by reason of the law's uncertainty."</p></div> + +<p>The following were fearful words to +be heard, or afterwards read, by those +who were charged with the defence of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span>Frost. They occur, like the preceding +passage, in the luminous charge +of the Chief Justice to the Grand +Jury, on the 10th December 1839:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"An assembly of men, armed and arrayed +in a warlike manner, with any +treasonable purpose, is a levying of war, +although no blow be struck; and the enlisting +and drilling and marching bodies +of men are sufficient overt acts of that +treason, without coming to a battle or +action. And, if this be the case, the +actual conflict between such a body and +the Queen's forces must, beyond all doubt, +amount to a levying of war against the +Queen, under the statute of Edward. It +was quite unnecessary to constitute the +guilt of treason that the tumultuous multitude +should be accompanied with the +pomp and pageantry of war, or with military +array. Insurrection and rebellion +are more humble in their first infancy; +but all such external marks of pomp will +not fail to be added with the first gleam +of success. The treasonable design once +established by the proper evidence, the +man who instigated, incited, procured, or +persuaded others to commit the act, though +not present in person at the commission +of it, is equally a traitor, to all intents +and purposes, as the man by whose hand +the act of treason is committed. He who +leads the armed multitude towards the +point of attack, and then retires before +the blow is struck—he who remains at +home, planning and directing the proceedings, +but leaving the actual execution +of such plans to more daring hands—he +who, after treason has been committed, +knowingly harbours or conceals the traitor +from the punishment due to him, all these +are equally guilty in the eye of the law of +the crime of high treason."</p></div> + +<p>The head of treason applicable to +the facts of the case under consideration +is the third in statute 25 Edward +III. c. 2, which concisely declares it +to exist "<i>if a man do levy war +against our lord the King in his realm</i>." +This has been the law of the land for +just five centuries, <i>i. e.</i> since the year +1351. But in the application of these +words, of fearful significance, the object +with which arms are taken up +must be a <span class="smcap">GENERAL</span> one—"the <i>universality +of the design</i> making it a rebellion +against the state, a usurpation +of the power of Government, and +an insolent invasion of the King's +authority"—"under pretence to reform +religion and the laws, or to remove +evil counsellors, or other grievances, +whether real or pretended."<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> +Or, to adopt the definition of Mr Kelly, +in addressing the jury in this very case, +it is necessary to prove "that the prisoner +levied war against her Majesty, +with intent by force to alter the +law, and subvert the constitution of +the realm."<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> To appreciate the position +of the prisoner, and the difficulties +with which his counsel had to struggle, +it may here be mentioned, that he +admitted the prisoner to be a Chartist, +as it was called—that is, a supporter +of the following five points of sweeping +change in the political institutions +of the country,—"Universal suffrage, +vote by ballot, annual parliaments, no +property qualification, and payment of +members of parliament." This was +also, during the trial, avowed by the +prisoner.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></p> + +<p>Having thus got a clear view of +the law, let us briefly indicate the +<i>facts</i>—the palpable, notorious, leading +facts, known to be such by the prisoner's +counsel, as soon as they had +perused their briefs.</p> + +<p>A body of ten thousand men, principally +miners from the surrounding +country, headed, in three divisions, by +Frost, and two other men, Jones and +Williams, (Frost having five thousand +under his command,) and armed +indiscriminately with muskets, pikes, +axes, staves, and other weapons, was +to make a descent upon the peaceful +town of Newport, during the night of +Sunday, the 3d November 1839! +Tempestuous weather prevented the +preconcerted junction of these three +bands; but, between eight and nine +o'clock on the Monday morning, +Frost's division, five thousand strong, +marched into the town—and, headed +after a fashion by him, commenced an +attack upon a small inn, where they +knew that a handful of troops was +stationed, about thirty in number, +under command of a lieutenant. As +soon as the mob, who formed steadily, +saw the soldiers drawn up in the room—the +windows of which were thrown +open—they cruelly fired into it, and +also rushed through the doors into the +passage. On this, the lieutenant gave +the word of command to fire. He +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span>was obeyed—and with deadly effect, +as far as regarded some thirty or forty, +known to have received the fire, many +of whom were shot dead on the spot. +But this cool promptitude and determination +of the troops put an end +<i>instanter</i> to the insane insurrection. +This vast body of supposed desperadoes +fled panic-struck in every direction; +and Frost himself, who was +unquestionably on the very spot at the +very time when and where the attack +commenced, fled in ridiculous terror,<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> +and was arrested that evening at a +friend's house adjoining his own, +armed with three loaded pistols, and +having on him a powder-flask and a +quantity of balls. His brother heroes, +Williams and Jones, were also arrested, +together with many others; and +there ended the formidable outbreak, +which had more astounded than +alarmed the public; leaving, however, +the instigators and conductors to a +speedy and very dismal reckoning with +that same public. The active management +of matters by Frost was beyond +all doubt, and it seemed never to have +been wished to conceal it. He was +the Jack Cade of the affair. He +planned the order of march; the time, +place, and mode of attack; and explained +the immediate and ulterior +objects of the movement. Shortly +before the outbreak, he was asked by +one of his adherents, "<i>what he intended +to do</i>?" He answered,—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"First, they should go to the new poor-house +and take soldiers and arms; then, +he said, there was a storehouse, where +there was plenty of powder; then, they +would blow up the bridge, that would stop +the Welsh mail which did run to the +north, and that would be tidings; and +they would commence there in the north +on Monday night, and he should be able +to see two or three of his friends or enemies +in Newport."—(vol. i., p. 36.)</p></div> + +<p>Similar observations he made to +another of his followers, who asked +him, on hearing him give orders for +the guns to take the front, the pikes +next, the bludgeons next,—"in the +name of God, what was he going to +do? was he going to attack any place +or people?" he said,—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"He was going to attack Newport, and +take it—and blow up the bridge, and prevent +the Welsh mail from proceeding to +Birmingham: that there would be three +delegates there, to wait for the coach an +hour and a half after the time; and if +the mail did not arrive there, the attack +was to commence at Birmingham, and be +carried thence to the North of England, +and Scotland, <i>and that was to be the signal +for the whole nation</i>."—(vol. i., p. 33.)</p></div> + +<p>The coal and iron trade in these +parts, from which the population derived +their subsistence, had seldom +been more prosperous than at the time +when this movement was concerted +and made: employment was easily +obtained; wages were high; and those +concerned in the affair had no private +grievances to redress. At the same +time, it was notorious that political +agitation, on the subject of the Charter +aforesaid, had for some time prevailed +there—that the population had been +organised for combined and effective +action by affiliated societies; and +Frost, the prime mover—a pestilent +agitator, who, occupying the position +of a decent tradesman, a linendraper, +in Newtown, had been rashly raised +to the local magistracy, from which +he was soon degraded for sedition—declared +his object to be, to make the +Charter the law of the land. All +these, and many other facts, which +had been elicited during the preliminary +examinations, were known to the +prisoner's counsel, who had copies of +all the depositions which had been +made by the witnesses; and also +knew the precise terms in which the +indictment was framed, and the name, +calling, and residence of every witness +to be produced in proof of that indictment.</p> + +<p>How was this towering array of +facts to be encountered, with these +enlightened judges to conduct the +inquiry, and guide the jury, and very +able and determined counsel to elicit +and arrange the facts, and enforce them +on the jury—and <i>have the last word</i> +with the jury in so doing? We may +well imagine how anxious and disheartening +were the consultations of +the prisoner's counsel before going +into court. Neither they, nor their +attorneys, could disguise from themselves +the desperate nature of the case +in which they were concerned. They +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span>would probably determine to cross-examine +the witnesses very cautiously +and rigorously, with a view to breaking +down important links in the case; +and it is likely that their paramount +object in conducting the defence, +would be to aim at supplying Frost +with some other than <i>a general object</i>—something +else than establishing +the Charter as the law of the land. +A hopeful prospect! But besides all +this, it must have been determined, +of course, to throw no single chance +away, whereon—however, whenever +it presented itself—to fight the fearful +case for the Crown inch by inch, +and foot by foot—contesting every +technical point, with a view to detecting +any possible slip in either the +preliminary or any other part of the +proceedings of the experienced and +watchful Crown officers. Here, again, +was a hopeful prospect! Their proceedings +had been doubtless advised +beforehand by the Attorney and Solicitor +General, and conducted by Mr +Maule, the Solicitor of the Treasury, +in person—himself a barrister, and +consummately qualified for his post. +He was also a humane man, always +anxious to discharge his duties firmly, +but at the same time to afford a prisoner +every degree of consideration +and indulgence consistent with the +public interest. By this time the +reader may be aware how very +serious a thing is the conduct, on the +part of the Crown, of a prosecution of +high treason, in every one of its stages—in +the slightest particulars—especially +where the great <i>facts</i> of the +case are so clear against the prisoner, +as to compel his advocate to watch +and test every link in the chain fixed +around his client. Here, in fact, correlative +duties are cast on the opposing +parties—to <i>take</i> every possible objection; +and to be beforehand <i>prepared +for</i> every possible objection, by +vigilant exactitude in complying with +every legal requisite.</p> + +<p>On the <i>eleventh</i> day of December +1839, the Grand Jury returned a true +bill for high treason, against John +Frost and thirteen of his followers; +and on the very next day—viz., Thursday +the <i>twelfth</i>, in order to oblige the +prisoner, by giving him the longest +possible time for availing himself of +the important information contained +in the <i>indictment</i>, and the <i>jury list</i>—copies +of these instruments were delivered +to him by the Solicitor of the +Treasury. On the ensuing Tuesday, +the 17th, he delivered to the prisoner +a <i>list of the witnesses</i>; and, the trial +having been appointed to take place +on the 31st December, five days +previously to the latter day—viz., on +the 26th December—Sir Frederick +Pollock and Mr Kelly were assigned +to John Frost, as his counsel, on his +application pursuant to the statute +to Mr Bellamy, the clerk of the Crown. +It is here essential, in order to appreciate +the immense importance of the +earliest moves in this life-and-death +game, to weigh every word in the +following brief enactment, under +which the above documents were delivered +to the prisoner: the humane +object of the legislature being to afford +him ample time to prepare his defence.—"When +any person is indicted for +high treason, a list of the <i>witnesses</i>, +and of the <i>jury</i>, mentioning the names, +profession, and place of abode of the +said witnesses and jurors, be also +given at the same time that the copy +of the indictment is delivered to the +party indicted—which copy of the +indictment shall be delivered ten days +before the trial."<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> Thus it will be +seen that as the trial was to take +place on Tuesday the 31st December, +Mr Maule might have delayed delivering +these documents to the prisoner +till the 20th, and perhaps till +the 21st December; but, solely to favour +the prisoner, he delivered two +of them—viz., the indictment and jury +list—so early as the 12th, and the list +of witnesses so early as the 17th December. +Let us see, by and by, whether +anything comes of this, and of the +lengthened study, by the prisoner's +counsel, of these three documents.</p> + +<p>On Tuesday the 31st December +1839, all the fourteen prisoners were +arraigned on an indictment consisting +of four counts: two for levying war +against her Majesty in her realm; a +third for compassing to depose the +Queen from her royal throne; and +the last, for compassing to levy war +against the Queen, with intent to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span>compel her to change her measures. +To this indictment each of the fourteen +prisoners pleaded not guilty; and +it is to be particularly observed that +they all did so without making any +objection on any score. Thus was +taken the first move by the Crown +counsel, who may possibly, for aught +we can at present see, have thereby +gained some very great advantage. +Let us now conceive the solemnly-exciting +scene of the court house at +Monmonth, on this memorable trial. +Three judges sitting, in their imposing +scarlet and ermine vestments, +calm and grave; a phalanx of +counsel sitting beneath them; the +prisoners standing at the bar, on their +deliverance, silent as the grave, while +the fate-fraught procedure of the court +was methodically going on; the spectators +crowding every part of the +court that they could occupy, and all +silent, nothing heard but official voices; +while without that court all was excitement—repressed, +however, by the +stern presence of the civil and military +power; detachments of troops at that +moment scouring the adjacent hills in +quest of malcontents, and preventing +any fresh rising of the population.</p> + +<p>The first step taken by the prisoner's +counsel was to state that they +appeared for John Frost alone, and +should challenge the jury separately: +on which all the other prisoners were +removed from the bar, John Frost remaining +to take his trial alone. Then +came the swearing of the jury—the +name of every one, with his calling in +life, and place of abiding, being known +to the prisoner and his counsel, who +objected to the very first step taken +by the clerk of the Crown. He had +begun to call over the names in their +alphabetical order on the panel—the +usual course for a great series of +years; but Sir Frederick Pollock objected +to his doing so, insisting on +each juror's name being taken from +the ballot-box. The Lord Chief-Justice +was about to have overruled +the objection; but the Attorney-General +intimated that he consented +to the course proposed by the prisoner's +counsel. Each witness was +sworn first on the <i>voir dire</i>, (<i>i. e.</i> <i>dicere +verum</i>) as to his qualification, before +he was sworn to try. First came +a juryman who was challenged peremptorily +on the part of the Crown; +but the prisoner's counsel, doubtless +for very good reasons, wishing him +to remain on the jury, insisted, first, +that the Crown had no such right—an +objection at once overruled; +secondly, that the crown was too late, +as the juror had actually got the +New Testament into his hand to be +sworn to try before the Crown challenged. +But, on the court's inquiry, +it turned out that the witness had +himself taken the book, without having +been directed to do so by the +clerk of the Crown. Under these circumstances, +the court decided that the +Crown were in time with their challenge—and +the juryman was excluded. +In this kind of out-skirmishing the +whole of the first day was consumed!—a +full jury not having been sworn till +the evening, when they were "charged" +with the prisoner and then dismissed +for the night—but with the unpleasant +information from the court, that they +themselves were thenceforth prisoners +(though with every kind of proper indulgence) +till the trial was over.</p> + +<p>On the next morning, just as the +Attorney-General was rising to state +the case of the Crown, he was interrupted +by Sir Frederick Pollock, and +doubtless sufficiently astonished by +what fell from him: "I feel myself +bound, at the earliest moment—and +this is the first opportunity that I +have had,—to take an objection which +must occur the moment that the first +witness is put into the box,—namely, +that the prisoner has never had a list +of the witnesses, <i>pursuant to the +statute</i>, and that therefore <i>no witness +can be called</i>!" What could be the +meaning of this? inquired the Attorney-General's +companions among +themselves, with no little anxiety; +but he himself somewhat sternly censured +the interruption, as premature, +(as it certainly was,) and proceeded +with his address to the jury. He +made a lucid and very temperate +statement of the case—drawing attention +prominently to the necessity +imposed on him of proving that what +had been done by Frost and his companions +was with a <i>general</i>, and not +a particular object,—a <i>public</i>, and not +a private purpose. His proposed proof +was crushing: but immediately on the +Solicitor-General's calling the name<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span> +of the first witness, Sir Frederick +Pollock rose, and required him to +prove the delivery of a list of the +witnesses, containing the particular +one in question, pursuant to the +statute. The Attorney-General then +called Mr Maule, who proved having +done what has already been explained: +whereupon Sir Frederick +Pollock disclosed the exact objection, +which he himself had been the first to +detect—that whereas the statute required +all these documents,—<i>i. e.</i>, the +indictment, the jury list, and witness +list—to be delivered "<i>at the same +time</i>," in the present instance that +had not been done, the first two +having been delivered on the 12th, +and the list of witnesses on the 17th +December! This was a very formidable +move on the part of the prisoner: +who stood at the bar on his deliverance—the +jury being bound to convict +or acquit according to evidence, and +none could be offered them! If that <i>were</i> +so, he must of necessity be pronounced +not guilty, and be for ever safe. +The objection was urged with extreme +tenacity and ingenuity by both the +prisoner's counsel, who insisted on +the statute of Anne receiving a strict +literal construction of the words "at +the same time,"—admitting the benevolent +intentions by which Mr Maule +had been actuated. The Attorney-General +argued very earnestly against +this startling objection, denying that +it had any validity—asserting that +the statute had been substantially +complied with; and that the objection, +if valid, had been waived; and that +it was made too late—viz., not till +after the prisoner had pleaded to the +indictment, and the jury been charged +with the prisoner. The Attorney-General's +astute argument, however, +was interrupted by the Lord Chief-Justice, +stating that the court had a +sufficient degree of doubt on the point +to reserve it for further consideration +by the judges at Westminster, should +it become necessary: for, if their objection +were valid, it affected every +one of the fourteen prisoners awaiting +their trial! Then came another +desperate attempt of Sir Frederick +Pollock, to secure his client the benefit +of <i>an acquittal</i>, in the event of the +judges ultimately deciding that the +objection ought to have been decided +in the prisoner's favour at the trial. +This, however, the Attorney-General +again strongly opposed; and the +court cautiously ruled, that, in the +event contemplated, the prisoner +would be entitled then to the same +benefit to which he would have been +entitled at the trial—without saying +what that would have been. The +witness thus provisionally objected to +was then admitted; but only to be, +at first, sworn on the <i>voir dire</i>, on +which a lengthened examination and +some argument ensued—each of the +judges delivering judgment on the +excessively refined and astute objection +to the manner in which the +witness's place of abode had been +described in the list—which was such +as that it was just imaginable, and +nothing more, that an inquirer might +have been misled! The objection +was overruled in the case of the first +witness; but on the ensuing two +witnesses—and most important witnesses—being +called, a similar objection +was taken, but too successfully, +and their evidence, consequently, altogether +excluded!—excluded solely +on account of the anxious "<i>over</i>-particularity" +of the Crown! Nor were +these the only witnesses whose testimony +was, on such grounds, rendered +unavailable to the Crown.</p> + +<p>Then came the usual contests, from +time to time, as to acts and declarations +of third parties, which were +offered as evidence against the prisoner, +though done and said in his +absence, and before and after the +actual outbreak—viz., to what extent +he had rendered himself liable for the +consequences of such acts and declarations, +by embarking in a common +enterprise, having a common intent +with these third parties. The result +of such contests was practically this,—The +court acted on the rule of law, as +rule established, that, in treason and +conspiracy, the Crown may prove +either the conspiracy, which renders +admissible as evidence the acts and +declarations of the co-conspirators; +or the acts and declarations of the +different persons, and so prove the +conspiracy. A witness, for instance, +said that he was at a party at a +Chartists' lodge on the 2d November, +when a man named <i>Reed</i> gave them +directions to go to Newport on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span> +following night, and explained for +what purpose they were to go: but +the witness did not see Frost till two +days <i>afterwards</i>, when on his march +to Newport. The Lord Chief-Justice +overruled the objections of Sir F. Pollock +and Mr Kelly, and received the +evidence which they had attempted to +exclude.</p> + +<p>A great mass of proof was given +during the trial, establishing most +satisfactorily the acts and doings of +Frost, throughout the progress of the +conspiracy, and down to the very +moment of the actual attack on the +inn, and the Queen's troops stationed +in it—a mass of proof on which the +attempt to make an impression seemed +absurd. There was only one faint +ray of hope for the prisoner's counsel, +throughout the palpable obscure—that +they might be able to escape +from the generality and publicity of +object attributed to the prisoner, by +persuading the jury that the object +was a private, temporary, and specific +one—viz., to effect the release of +one Vincent, a Chartist, then in confinement +at Monmouth! To pave +the way for this hopeful line of +defence, first, an artful turn was +sought, in cross-examination, to be +given to one of the early witnesses. +He swore that he had heard one of +those who attacked the inn, exclaim +at the time, presenting his gun at one +of the special constables at the door, +"Surrender <i>yourselves</i> our prisoners;" +to which the gallant answer was, +"No, never!" On this Mr Kelly +very warily cross-examined the witness, +with a view of showing that, in +the confusion, he could not hear very +distinctly, so as to report distinctly, as +to precise expressions; that the mob +intended merely to rescue Vincent; +and that the expressions used must +have been, not "Surrender <i>yourselves</i> +our prisoners," but "Surrender up +our prisoners!" or simply, "Surrender +our prisoners,"—thus rejecting, from +the witness's answer, the single significant +word "yourselves." The +attempt, however, was wholly ineffectual; +but out of two other witnesses +were extorted on cross-examination, +the following (so to speak) crumbs of +comfort: from one—"I have heard +Vincent's name mentioned many +times; I have heard Williams (one +of the leaders of the three bands forming +the ten thousand) say that Vincent +was a prisoner at Monmouth: +the people there liked him very much; +the people knew he was in jail. I +have heard them speak about him." +Another witness said,—"I knew of +Vincent's being sent to prison: I +believe the Chartists took a great +interest in his fate: I do recollect +something of dissatisfaction about +Vincent's treatment, and about a +petition to be drawn up: I recollect +people's minds being dissatisfied about +it." Another witness, however, said +"that at midnight on the Sunday, +(the 3d November,) Williams came +to his house with a number of armed +men:" the witness inquired, "Where +are you going?"—"Why do you +ask?" said Williams. "Because," +answered the witness, "some of the +men who were with me have told me, +this morning, that they were going to +Monmouth, to draw Vincent out of +prison."—"<i>No</i>," replied Williams, +"<i>we do not attempt it</i>: we are going +to give a turn as far as Newport."</p> + +<p>The Attorney-General closed his +case with the arrest of Frost, heavily +armed, and in concealment, on the +evening of the day on which he had +attacked the inn with his five thousand +men; and thus stood the matter, +when, after a considerable interval +for repose and reflection, courteously +conceded by the Lord Chief-Justice, +at the implied request of Sir +Frederick Pollock, that most able and +upright advocate rose to address the +jury for the defence. Judging from +the specimens afforded us by Mr +Townsend, Sir Frederick Pollock's +address appears to have been pervaded +by a strain of dignified and +earnest eloquence, and also characterised +by a candour in dealing with +facts which was in the highest degree +honourable to him, and also equally +advantageous to the prisoner, on +whose behalf such conduct was calculated +to conciliate both the judges and +the jury. His line of defence was, +that, admitting enormous indiscretion +on the part of Frost in assembling so +vast a body of men, and marching +and appearing with them as he did at +Newport, there was no satisfactory +evidence of his having done so with a +<i>treasonable</i> purpose. He had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span> +guilty of a heinous misdemeanour; +but the treasonable declarations and +exclamations put into his and their +mouths, in order to give the affair a +treasonable complexion, had been +either misunderstood or perverted by +the witnesses. The sole object of +Frost and his friends was the release +of Vincent; that they had never +dreamed of <i>taking</i>, or <i>attacking</i> the +town of Newport—least of all, as an +act of general rebellion; that all they +had meant was to take a "turn" as +far as Newport, to get Vincent out of +prison; and that "that was the true +character of the whole proceedings;" +that Frost did not know that the +military were in the inn; and that, +the instant they had become visible, +and had fired, the crowd succumbed, +threw down their arms, and ran +away—<i>i. e.</i> they did this "the very +moment there was any prospect of what +they were doing being construed into +treason." That Frost could not have +contemplated treason, and throwing +the whole country into confusion, +would be evidenced by proof, and his +having made provision for the payment +of a bill of exchange, and actually +paying it on the very Monday on +which the outbreak occurred. Sir +Frederick Pollock properly insisted +on the burthen of proving treason +lying on the Crown, and not of disproof +on the prisoner. Then were +called one or two witnesses, with a +view to showing expressions of the +crowd that they had come to Newport +in quest of their prisoners who +were there; but the evidence proved +ridiculously insufficient and contradictory. +Then was read, with the +Attorney-General's consent, a letter +of Frost's in the previous September, +to one of the visiting magistrates of +the gaol of Monmouth, requesting +some relaxation of the prison discipline +to which Vincent and other +prisoners were subject; and it appeared, +also, that a similar application +had been made to the Lord-Lieutenant +of the county. Then was proved +Frost's having taken up his acceptance +on the 4th November; and his +character for humanity as specially +instanced in his having protected +Lord Granville Somerset from personal +violence, during the Reform +riots of 1832. Finally was called a +witness, with the view of negativing +the design imputed to Frost of preventing +the Welsh mail from going to +Birmingham, by showing the absurdity +of that course, since a new and +different mail started from Bristol to +Birmingham, and not the same coach +which had come from Newport. But +to this witness were put the following +significant, and probably unsuspected, +questions:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"<i>Attorney-General.</i>—You took an interest, +I suppose, in Vincent?—<i>A.</i> I did +so.</p> + +<p>"<i>Attorney-General.</i>—You had not been +told that there was to be any meeting for +Vincent on the 4th of November, had +you?—<i>A.</i> No.</p> + +<p>"<i>Attorney-General.</i>—You, living at Newport, +can tell us that there was no notice +by placard, or in any other way, of a meeting +to be held on the 4th November?—<i>A.</i> +<i>I never saw any.</i></p> + +<p>"<i>Attorney-General.</i>—<i>Nor heard of any?</i>—<i>A.</i> +<i>No.</i>"</p></div> + +<p>Such was the meagre case in behalf +of the prisoner in point of evidence. +And at its close, his second counsel, +Mr Kelly, rose to address the jury on +his behalf—a privilege accorded to no +prisoner, except one tried on a charge +of high treason. We shall present +the reader with an extract from the +opening passage in Mr Kelly's address, +inasmuch as it is highly characteristic +of that eminent counsellor's style of +advocacy—of his imposing display of +fervent confidence in his case—his +terse and nervous expression, and the +clearness and precision of his reasoning. +We have some ground for believing +that the following is exactly +what fell from his lips:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"The Attorney-General, in his opening, +seemed to anticipate that we might +deviate from the straight and honourable +course before us, in defending the +prisoner, into something like an attempt +to induce you to depart from the strict +letter of the law. So far from this, it is +in the law, in the strict undeviating performance +of the law, that I place my +hope, my only trust. It is my prayer, +therefore, that you should follow it; that +you should be guided and governed by it; +that you should attend and adhere to the +law, and to the law alone; because I feel +that, by that law, I shall prove to you, +clearly and satisfactorily, that the prisoner, +whatever may have been his misconduct +in other respects, however high<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[Pg 388]</a></span> +the crimes and misdemeanours for which +in another form he might have been indicted +or punished—I feel that, by the +law of high treason, he is as guiltless as +any one of you, whose duty, I hope, it +will soon be so to pronounce him. Gentlemen, +if the prisoner at the bar be at +this moment in any jeopardy or danger, +it is from the law not prevailing, or not +being clearly and perfectly understood. +It is because the facts, which are in evidence +before you, undoubtedly disclose a +case of guilt against him; because they +do prove that he has committed a great +and serious violation of the law; because +he has subjected himself to indictment +and to punishment, that the danger exists—a +danger from which it is for me, by +all the humble efforts I can command, to +protect him—that you, finding that he +has offended against the justice of the +country, should condemn him, not for the +misdemeanour which he has really committed, +but for the great and deadly +crime with which he is charged by this +indictment. I therefore, Gentlemen, beseech +your calm and patient attention, +while I endeavour as shortly, as concisely, +and, I will venture to add, as +fairly and candidly as I can, to lay before +you, subject to the correction of their +Lordships, the law, as it affects this high +and serious charge. And if I should be +fortunate enough to do so, I undertake +then to satisfy you—to convince the +most doubting among you, if there be any +more doubting than the rest, when I shall +refer you to the testimony of the witnesses,—that +this charge is not only not +proved, but that it is absolutely and +totally disproved, even by the evidence +for the prosecution. The question here +is,—not whether a great and alarming +riot has been committed; the question is, +not whether blood has been shed, whether +crimes, which are, as they ought to be, +punishable by law, have been perpetrated +by many who may be the subjects of this +indictment; but the question is, whether +the prisoner at the bar has, by competent +legal proof, been proved, beyond all +reasonable doubt in the mind of any one +of you, to have levied war against Her +Majesty, with the treasonable intent +which is stated in this indictment? The +Crown must satisfy you that the prisoner +at the bar has levied war; that he has +levied war against Her Majesty—that is, +that he has conducted these armed multitudes, +and committed, if he has committed, +outrages with them, and concerted +with them, or engaged them, to +commit them; and not merely that he +has done all these acts, but that he has +done them against the Queen, that he +has levied war against the Queen and her +Government. And then, further, it must +be proved to you that that was done +with the intent, with the design, which is +stated in this indictment."—(I. p. 52, 53.)</p></div> + +<p>Mr Kelly's speech was long, elaborate, +eloquent, and most ingenious—adhering +closely to the line of defence +taken by Sir Frederick Pollock—pressing +on the jury in every possible +way, with many varied illustrations, +the improbability of Frost having +contemplated the rebellious objects +imputed to him, and the alleged +certainty that his only view had been—the +rescue of Vincent. He vehemently +assailed the credibility of those +witnesses who had given the strongest +evidence against Frost; and concluded +with a most impassioned appeal to +the feelings of the jury. When he +had concluded, the Lord Chief-Justice +accorded still another privilege to +Frost—viz., that of himself then addressing +the jury, after both his counsel +had done so; to which Frost prudently +replied—"My Lord, I am so +well satisfied with what my counsel +have said, that I decline saying anything +upon this occasion."<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a></p> + +<p>The Solicitor-General then rose to +reply on the part of the Crown; and +if any one inexperienced in forensic +contests were incredulous as to the +potency of <i>the last word</i> (from competent +lips) in any case, civil or criminal, +let him read the outline of this +reply, with the copious specimens of +it, given with much judgment by Mr +Townsend. It is true that Sir Thomas +Wilde's case was in itself crushing, but +his dealing with it made that crushing +character fearfully clear to the plainest +capacity. Its opening passages +seem tinctured by some sternness of +allusion to the concluding topics of +Mr Kelly's address; but the remainder +of the reply is characterised by mingled +moderation and power; by irresistible +closeness and cogency of argument, +and by extraordinary skill in +dealing with facts, in combining and +contrasting them, and pointing out a +significancy lurking in them, which +the prisoner's counsel had possibly not +chosen to see, or skilfully striven to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[Pg 389]</a></span>conceal. Our limits restrict us to +one or two samples of the present +Lord Chancellor's mode of advocacy +when at the bar. After explaining +that it was the real object contemplated +by the prisoner—viz., to raise, +rebellion—with which the jury had to +deal, the Solicitor-General thus pithily +disposed of all arguments which had +been drawn from the prisoner's +want of power to do all that he intended:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"It is also immaterial to this Case +whether or not he had the power to do +all he intended. We need not talk of +punishing successful rebellion—it is unsuccessful +rebellion that comes under the +cognisance of the law. I cannot restrain +the expression of some surprise at the +course of argument that was taken by +the learned counsel who last addressed +you. His course of argument was this: +when the prisoner was interrupted in +what he was doing, 'Look and see what +he has done;' where he has accomplished +his purpose, 'Do not believe the witnesses.' +The party having been dispersed +by the soldiers, the learned gentleman +says, 'see if they went to the post-office; +see if they went to the bridge; see if +they went to other places'—he knowing +that they were stopped before they +reached those places; 'but as to marching +there with arms to take the town, +that I dispose of by asking you not to +believe the witnesses; so that, as regards +what was prevented, I ask you to see +what was done; and as regards what +was done, I ask you to disbelieve the +witnesses, and there is an end of the +charge.'"—(I. p. 75.)</p></div> + +<p>This single paragraph annihilated +a third of the case set up on behalf of +Frost; as did the following a second +third:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"They could not have raised these +men with a view to relieve the prisoners +at the Westgate, because at the time they +collected on the mountain they had not +been taken. But had it any relation to +Vincent? What is their intention? We +have been told again and again that Mr +Frost must not be supposed likely to do +absurd things; that he is a man of the +world and a man of intelligence. What +then, gentlemen, do you think of an attempt +to induce the Monmouthshire magistrates +to relax the prison discipline in +favour of a person who has been convicted +of sedition, or seditious libel, or something +of that sort, by marching into Newport +with ten thousand men armed? +What do you think of a man of the world +resorting to that mode of inducing the +magistrates to relax in favour of a prisoner? +Is Mr Frost a man of intelligence? +Is he a man of the world? Suppose +he had been the worst foe that Vincent +ever had, suppose that he had desired +to procure additional restrictions to +be put upon him, and had wished that he +should sustain the last hour of the sentence +which had been pronounced upon +him, could he have resorted to a more +maliciously effective mode than by showing +that those who were connected with +Vincent were persons so little acquainted +with their duty, so little obedient to the +law, so little to be depended upon for +their peaceable conduct, as that they +would march at that hour of the night +into a town, alarming and frightening +every body?"—(I. p. 79.)</p></div> + +<p>Again:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"Gentlemen, will you judge of the +criminal intentions of persons engaged in +an insurrection by the probability of their +success? If you do, you will judge of a +mob by a rule that never was found correct +yet. They always imagine—and +they would not begin if they did not +imagine, though they always imagine +wrong, but they never will learn wisdom—they +always imagine that they can +accomplish more than they can; of course +they begin, not with the idea of fastening +a halter round their necks, but with +the idea that they shall succeed, and +by their success escape. With those +thousands of men (you will see as I pass +on what the number of the soldiers were,) +was it an unnatural thing that, coming at +between one and two o'clock in the morning, +they should surprise the poor-house; +that the soldiers, not being aware that +they were coming, might not be prepared—might +be taken by surprise—might be +either overcome or murdered before they +could put themselves in a condition to +defend themselves?</p> + +<p>"Are their sayings inconsistent? What +conspiracy ever was consistent? You +would indeed give the most perfect freedom +to conspiracy, rebellion, and treason, +if you disbelieved witnesses coming to +prove declarations inconsistent if made at +the same time, though not inconsistent +when made at different times. They may +at first think the soldiers to be Chartists +and their friends, and, in the next moment, +talk of attacking them in their barracks. +But will you give a <i>carte blanche</i> to conspirators +and traitors by saying, that if +witnesses prove inconsistent declarations, +they are not to be believed? It is not, +gentlemen, the inconsistency of the wit<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[Pg 390]</a></span>nesses, +but of those engaged in transactions, +the conduct and management of +which must vary from hour to hour according +as circumstances arise; and that +which a man may contemplate one minute, +may the following minute or the next +hour be inconsistent with the views that +had prevailed arising out of the then +existing circumstances."—(I. p. 89.)</p></div> + +<p>The circumstance of Frost's having +been found with the loaded pistols, +and not having attempted to use them, +is thus significantly disposed of:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"Give him the benefit of the circumstance +that <i>he did not use</i> the three loaded +pistols which he had about him. But +I think, unfortunately, that they speak +much more strongly as indicating violent +intentions <i>when those pistols were provided</i>, +than they speak peaceable intentions +when he was apprehended."—(I. p. 24.)</p></div> + +<p>There has been no counsel at the +English bar, in modern times, whose +reply was more dreaded by an opponent +than Sir Thomas Wilde; and +that reply, in Frost's case, abundantly +shows how well founded was that apprehension.</p> + +<p>Thus, then, the counsel on both sides +having played out their parts in the case, +it stood awaiting the intervention of the +Lord Chief-Justice—the very model of +judicial excellence. Tranquil, grave, +patient; exact, ready, profound in +legal knowledge, and of perfect impartiality—all +these high qualities and +qualifications were exhibited by him +in his luminous and masterly summing-up +on this occasion. In order to +give all due weight to the sole substantial +suggestion offered on behalf of +the prisoner—<i>i. e.</i>, that his object had +been the liberation of Vincent—the +Lord Chief-Justice read to the jury +the following important passage from +that great authority, Sir Matthew +Hale—"If men levy war to break +prisons, to deliver <i>one or more particular +persons</i> out of prison, this was +ruled, on advice of the judges, to be +not high treason, but only a great +riot; but if it was to break prisons, +or deliver <i>persons generally</i> out of +prison, this is treason."<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> Having +taken at once a minute and comprehensive +view of the evidence, he left +the following as the exact question +for their determination,—"Whether +it was Frost's object, by the terror +which bodies of armed men would +inspire, to seize and keep possession +of the town of Newport, making this +a beginning of an extensive rebellion, +<i>which would be high treason</i>; or +whether he had no more in view than +to effect, by the display of physical +force, the amelioration of the condition +of Vincent and his companions in +Monmouth jail, if not their liberation, +<i>which would be a dangerous misdemeanour +only</i>; and the jury were to look +at the evidence with all possible candour +and fairness, and see if the Crown +had conclusively disproved this limited +object and design."<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> We conceive +that neither Frost nor any one of his +ten thousand dupes, on that "day of +dupes" which led to this inquiry, +could have taken objection to this +mode of submitting the all-critical +question to his jury—a jury of his +peers, with the selection of whom he +himself had had as much concern as +the Crown.</p> + +<p>That jury retired from court for +half-an-hour, and then returned, +amidst the solemn excited silence of +the court—crowded to suffocation—with +the fatal verdict, "Guilty;" +adding, "My lords, we wish to recommend +the prisoner to the merciful +consideration of the court." Sentence +was not immediately passed +upon him. He was removed from +court; and on its re-assembling on +the ensuing morning, Zephaniah +Williams was placed at the bar, tried, +and in due course found guilty; on +which William Jones was in like +manner arraigned, tried, and found +guilty; each being recommended by +the jury to mercy. Scared by this +result, five of the ringleaders resolved +to throw themselves on the mercy of +the Crown, withdrawing their pleas +of not guilty, and pleading guilty—it +having been intimated that the sentence +of death should be commuted into +transportation for life. The Attorney-General +thought it expedient, in the +case of the remaining four prisoners, +who were less deeply implicated, to +allow a verdict of not guilty to be recorded.</p> + +<p>On the 16th January, Frost, Williams, +and Jones were brought up to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[Pg 391]</a></span>the bar to receive sentence of death, +which the Lord Chief-Justice prefaced +by a very solemn address, listened to +in breathless silence. An imposing +scene of judicial solemnity and terror, +indeed, the court at that agitating +moment exhibited. Without were +strong detachments of soldiery, foot +and horse, guarding the public peace: +within were an anxious auditory, +commanded to keep silence under pain +of fine and imprisonment, while sentence +of death was being passed upon +the prisoners. There were, in the +midst of the throng, two groups awfully +contrasted in character and position—the +three prisoners, standing +pale and subdued; and, sitting opposite, +the three judges, each wearing +his black cap; while the following +heart-sickening words fell from the lips +of the Lord Chief-Justice:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"And now nothing more remains than +the duty imposed upon the court—to all +of us a most painful duty—to declare the +last <span class="smcap">SENTENCE OF THE LAW</span>; which is that +you, John Frost, and you, Zephaniah +Williams, and you, William Jones, be +taken hence to the place whence you +came, and be thence drawn on a hurdle +to the place of execution, and that each +of you be there hanged by the neck until +you be dead; <i>and that afterwards the +head of each of you shall be severed from +his body, and the body of each, divided into +four quarters, shall be disposed of, as her +majesty shall think fit. And may Almighty +God have mercy on your souls!</i>"</p></div> + +<p>Whether the words placed in italics +should ever again be pronounced on +such an occasion, barbarously prescribing +a revolting outrage on the +dead, which it is known, at the time, +cannot be perpetrated in these days of +enlightened humanity, is a point which +cannot admit of debate. The practice +ought forthwith to be abolished, and +by statute, if such be necessary.</p> + +<p>Under the mortal pressure of this +capital sentence remained these three +unhappy and misguided men, from the +16th till the 28th of January. On the +25th, an elaborate argument was had +at Westminster before the fifteen +judges, which lasted till the 28th, on +a case framed by Lord Chief-Justice +Tindal for their opinion, on the point +which had been raised at the trial by +Sir Frederick Pollock. The Chief-Justice +submitted these two questions +for consideration,—"<i>First</i>, whether +the service of the list of witnesses was +a good service, under the statute +7 Anne, c. 21, § 11; <i>secondly</i>, whether, +at all events, the objection was +taken in due time." There was a +great array of counsel on both sides; +but the argument was conducted by +the Attorney-General alone, on behalf +of the Crown; and by Sir Frederick +Pollock, Sir William Follett, and Mr +Kelly on behalf of the prisoners. The +utmost possible ingenuity was displayed +on both sides; and with such +effect, that at the close of the argument +the Lord Chief-Justice of the +Common Pleas wrote a letter to the +Secretary of State for the Home Department, +(the Marquis of Normanby,) +announcing the following somewhat +perplexing result,—that, "first, a +majority of the Judges, in the proportion +Of <span class="smcap">NINE</span> to <span class="smcap">SIX</span>, were of opinion +that the delivery of the list of witnesses +was <span class="smcap">NOT</span> a good delivery in +point of law:</p> + +<p>"But, secondly, a majority of the +Judges, in the proportion of nine to +six, are of opinion that the <span class="smcap">OBJECTION</span> +to the delivery of the list of witnesses +was <i>not taken in due time</i>.</p> + +<p>"All the Judges agreed, that if the +objection had been made in time, the +effect of it would have been a postponement +of the trial, in order to give +time for a proper delivery of the +list."</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>The <span class="smcap">Ayes</span> on this occasion were—</p> + +<p><i>Justices</i> Littledale, Patteson, Williams, +Coleridge, Colins, Erskine; +Barons Parke, Alderson, Rolfe.</p> + +<p>The <span class="smcap">Noes</span>—</p> + +<p>Lord Chief-Justice Denman, Lord +Chief-Justice Tindal, Lord Chief-Baron +Abinger; <i>Justices</i> Bosanquet +and Maule, and Baron +Gurney.</p> + +<p>Those last (the <span class="smcap">Noes</span>) decided also +that the objection had not been +taken in time; and three of the +former class, (the <span class="smcap">Ayes</span>,) viz. +Baron Alderson, Baron Rolfe, and +Justice Coleridge, concurred in +that decision.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></p></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[Pg 392]</a></span></p> + +<p>Here was a question for the Executive +to decide! A capital conviction +for high treason, with a decision of +the majority of the Judges of the land, +that a statutory requisition as to the +period for delivery of a list of the witnesses +had not been exactly complied +with, but that the prisoner did not +make the objection till the time had +gone by for making it; and that, had +he made it in time, the utmost effect +would have been to cause a postponement +of the trial for a few days. The +prisoner's objection was avowedly <i>strictissimi +juris</i>; and he did not affect to +show that he had suffered the slightest +detriment from the over-anxious kindness +of the Crown solicitor. That, under +these circumstances, the lives of the +three traitors were absolutely at the +mercy of the Ministry, is indisputable; +and no one, we conceive, could have +censured them, if they had allowed +the capital sentence to be carried into +effect. They inclined, however, to the +merciful exercise of their anxious discretion; +and the capital sentence was +remitted, on the condition of the three +prisoners being transported for the +term of their natural lives. They have +now been ten years at the Antipodes; +and how many times, during that +lengthened period of bitter, dishonoured +existence, they have cursed +their own folly and crime, who can +tell?</p> + +<p>Have they ever appreciated the skill +and vigilance with which they were +defended? It is true that this one +chance objection—which it is wonderful +should have occurred to any one +at all—was ultimately pronounced, +but only by a majority of the Judges +after lengthened debate, to have been +taken too late; but if it had not +occurred to the vigilant advocate when +it did—if no one had taken it at any +time—would not the three traitors +have been executed? Unquestionably: +public justice, the public safety +required it. Whether Sir Frederick +Pollock purposely delayed making the +objection till the moment when he did, +(and the Attorney-General insinuated, +before the fifteen Judges, that such +was the case,<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a>) thinking that course +more advantageous to the prisoners, +or whether the objection had not, in +fact, occurred to him till it was too +late, we cannot at present say. This +much, however, we can say in conclusion, +that we are very much indebted +to the late Mr Townsend for +having enabled us to present this +entertainment—for such we hope it +has proved—to our readers; who +may hereafter look with great interest +on a great trial, especially +if they have the opportunity of +witnessing it. They may then appreciate +the exquisite anxieties and responsibilities +imposed on those concerned +in conducting it—the difficulties +with which they have to +contend on the spot, without time for +consideration, though life itself be the +stake played for. They will also, probably, +be of the opinion, that in the +great game at Monmouth all the +players played their parts well—may +we not say admirably?—that the +uttermost justice was done on both +sides. Two practical deductions from +the whole may yet be made: first, +have a look-out, gentlemen prosecutors, +in taking every single step of +your course, however apparently unimportant +at the time it may seem to +you; bearing in mind that, in proportion +to the desperate exigencies of the +defence, will be the piercing scrutiny +to which every formality will be subjected; +so that a blot may be hit +which might easily have been avoided, +but, when hit, is fatal. Secondly, in +your turn, gentlemen counsel, be encouraged +by the result of this interesting +and instructive trial, to watch +every single step of your opponents—even +those in which error, omission, +or miscarriage is least likely—with +sleepless vigilance, and be prompt in +action. Thus much for the trial of +John Frost.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[Pg 393]</a></span></p> + + +<h2><a name="MY_NOVEL_OR_VARIETIES_IN_ENGLISH_LIFE" id="MY_NOVEL_OR_VARIETIES_IN_ENGLISH_LIFE">MY NOVEL; OR, VARIETIES IN ENGLISH LIFE.</a></h2> + +<p class="center">BY PISISTRATUS CAXTON.</p> + + +<h3>CHAPTER X.</h3> + +<p>In my next chapter I shall present +Squire Hazeldean in patriarchal state—not +exactly under the fig-tree he +has planted, but before the stocks he +has reconstructed.—Squire Hazeldean +and his family on the village green! The +canvass is all ready for the colours.</p> + +<p>But in this chapter I must so far +afford a glimpse into antecedents as +to let the reader know that there is +one member of the family whom he +is not likely to meet at present, if ever, +on the village green at Hazeldean.</p> + +<p>Our squire lost his father two years +after his birth; his mother was very +handsome—and so was her jointure; +she married again at the expiration +of her year of mourning—the object of +her second choice was Colonel Egerton.</p> + +<p>In every generation of Englishmen +(at least since the lively reign of +Charles II.) there are a few whom +some elegant Genius skims off from +the milk of human nature, and reserves +for the cream of society. Colonel +Egerton was one of these <i>terque, quaterque +beati</i>, and dwelt apart on a top +shelf in that delicate porcelain dish—not +bestowed upon vulgar buttermilk—which +persons of fashion call The +Great World. Mighty was the marvel +of Pall Mall, and profound was the +pity of Park Lane, when this supereminent +personage condescended to +lower himself into a husband. But +Colonel Egerton was not a mere +gaudy butterfly; he had the provident +instincts ascribed to the bee. +Youth had passed from him—and +carried off much solid property in +its flight; he saw that a time was fast +coming when a home, with a partner +who could help to maintain it, would +be conducive to his comforts, and an +occasional humdrum evening by the +fireside beneficial to his health. In +the midst of one season at Brighton, +to which gay place he had accompanied +the Prince of Wales, he saw a +widow who, though in the weeds of +mourning, did not appear inconsolable. +Her person pleased his taste—the +accounts of her jointure satisfied +his understanding; he contrived an +introduction, and brought a brief +wooing to a happy close. The late +Mr Hazeldean had so far anticipated +the chance of the young widow's +second espousals, that, in case of that +event, he transferred, by his testamentary +dispositions, the guardianship +of his infant heir from the mother +to two squires whom he had named +his executors. This circumstance combined +with her new ties somewhat to +alienate Mrs Hazeldean from the +pledge of her former loves; and when +she had born a son to Colonel Egerton, +it was upon that child that her +maternal affections gradually concentrated.</p> + +<p>William Hazeldean was sent by +his guardians to a large provincial +academy, at which his forefathers +had received their education time +out of mind. At first he spent +his holidays with Mrs Egerton; but +as she now resided either in London, +or followed her lord to Brighton to +partake of the gaieties at the Pavilion—so, +as he grew older, William, who +had a hearty affection for country life, +and of whose bluff manners and rural +breeding Mrs Egerton (having grown +exceedingly refined) was openly +ashamed, asked and obtained permission +to spend his vacations either +with his guardians or at the old hall. +He went late to a small college at +Cambridge, endowed in the fifteenth +century by some ancestral Hazeldean; +and left it, on coming of age, without +taking a degree. A few years afterwards +he married a young lady, +country born and bred like himself.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile his half-brother, Audley +Egerton, may be said to have begun +his initiation into the <i>beau monde</i> +before he had well cast aside his coral +and bells; he had been fondled in the +lap of duchesses, and galloped across +the room astride on the canes of ambassadors +and princes. For Colonel +Egerton was not only very highly +connected—not only one of the <i>Dii +majoris</i> of fashion—but he had the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[Pg 394]</a></span> +still rarer good fortune to be an +exceedingly popular man with all who +knew him;—so popular, that even the +fine ladies whom he had adored and +abandoned forgave him for marrying +out of "the set," and continued to be +as friendly as if he had not married at +all. People who were commonly +called heartless, were never weary of +doing kind things to the Egertons.—When +the time came for Audley to +leave the preparatory school, at which +his infancy budded forth amongst the +stateliest of the little lilies of the +field, and go to Eton, half the fifth +and sixth forms had been canvassed +to be exceedingly civil to young +Egerton. The boy soon showed that +he inherited his father's talent for +acquiring popularity, and that to this +talent he added those which put popularity +to use. Without achieving any +scholastic distinction, he yet contrived +to establish at Eton the most desirable +reputation which a boy can obtain—namely, +that among his own contemporaries—the +reputation of a boy who +was sure to do something when he +grew to be a man. As a gentleman +commoner at Christ Church, Oxford, +he continued to sustain this high expectation, +though he won no prizes +and took but an ordinary degree; and +at Oxford the future "something" +became more defined—it was "something +in public life" that this young +man was to do.</p> + +<p>While he was yet at the university, +both his parents died—within a few +months of each other. And when +Audley Egerton came of age, he succeeded +to a paternal property which +was supposed to be large, and indeed +had once been so, but Colonel Egerton +had been too lavish a man to +enrich his heir, and about £1500 +a-year was all that sales and mortgages +left of an estate that had +formerly approached a rental of ten +thousand pounds.</p> + +<p>Still, Audley was considered to be +opulent, and he did not dispel that +favourable notion by any imprudent +exhibition of parsimony. On entering +the world of London, the Clubs flew +open to receive him: and he woke one +morning to find himself, not indeed +famous—but the fashion. To this +fashion he at once gave a certain +gravity and value—he associated as +much as possible with public men and +political ladies—he succeeded in confirming +the notion that he was 'born +to ruin or to rule the State.'</p> + +<p>Now, his dearest and most intimate +friend was Lord L'Estrange, from +whom he had been inseparable at +Eton; and who now, if Audley Egerton +was the fashion, was absolutely +the rage in London.</p> + +<p>Harley Lord L'Estrange was the +only son of the Earl of Lansmere, +a nobleman of considerable wealth, +and allied by intermarriages to the +loftiest and most powerful families +in England. Lord Lansmere, nevertheless, +was but little known in the +circles of London. He lived chiefly +on his estates, occupying himself with +the various duties of a great proprietor, +and rarely came to the metropolis; +so that he could afford to give +his son a very ample allowance, when +Harley, at the age of sixteen, (having +already attained to the sixth form at +Eton,) left school for one of the regiments +of the Guards.</p> + +<p>Few knew what to make of Harley +L'Estrange—and that was, perhaps, +the reason why he was so much +thought of. He had been by far the +most brilliant boy of his time at +Eton—not only the boast of the +cricket-ground, but the marvel of the +school-room—yet so full of whims +and oddities, and seeming to achieve +his triumphs with so little aid from +steadfast application, that he had not +left behind him the same expectations +of solid eminence which his friend and +senior, Audley Egerton, had excited. +His eccentricities—his quaint sayings +and out-of-the-way actions, became +as notable in the great world as they +had been in the small one of a public +school. That he was very clever there +was no doubt, and that the cleverness +was of a high order might be surmised +not only from the originality but the +independence of his character. He +dazzled the world, without seeming to +care for its praise or its censure—dazzled +it, as it were, because he could +not help shining. He had some +strange notions, whether political or +social, which rather frightened his +father. According to Southey, "A man +should be no more ashamed of having +been a republican than of having been +young." Youth and extravagant opi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[Pg 395]</a></span>nions +naturally go together. I don't +know whether Harley L'Estrange was +a republican at the age of eighteen; +but there was no young man in London +who seemed to care less for being heir +to an illustrious name and some forty +or fifty thousand pounds a-year. It +was a vulgar fashion in that day to +play the exclusive, and cut persons +who wore bad neckcloths and called +themselves Smith or Johnson. Lord +L'Estrange never cut any one, and it +was quite enough to slight some +worthy man because of his neckcloth +or his birth, to ensure to the offender +the pointed civilities of this eccentric +successor to the Dorimonts and the +Wildairs.</p> + +<p>It was the wish of his father that +Harley, as soon as he came of age, +should represent the borough of Lansmere, +(which said borough was the +single plague of the Earl's life.) But +this wish was never realised. Suddenly, +when the young idol of London +still wanted some two or three years +of his majority, a new whim appeared +to seize him. He withdrew entirely +from society—he left unanswered the +most pressing three-cornered notes of +inquiry and invitation that ever +strewed the table of a young Guardsman; +he was rarely seen anywhere in +his former haunts—when seen, was +either alone or with Egerton; and his +gay spirits seemed wholly to have left +him. A profound melancholy was +written in his countenance, and +breathed in the listless tones of his +voice. At this time the Guards were +achieving in the Peninsula their imperishable +renown; but the battalion +to which Harley belonged was detained +at home; and whether chafed by inaction +or emulous of glory, the young +Lord suddenly exchanged into a +cavalry regiment, from which a recent +memorable conflict had swept one half +the officers. Just before he joined, +a vacancy happening to occur for the +representation of Lansmere, he made +it his special request to his father that +the family interest might be given to +his friend Egerton—went down to the +Park, which adjoined the borough, to +take leave of his parents—and Egerton +followed, to be introduced to the +electors. This visit made a notable +epoch in the history of many personages +who figure in my narrative; but +at present I content myself with saying, +that circumstances arose which, +just as the canvass for the new election +commenced, caused both L'Estrange +and Audley to absent themselves from +the scene of action, and that the last +even wrote to Lord Lansmere expressing +his intention of declining to contest +the borough.</p> + +<p>Fortunately for the parliamentary +career of Audley Egerton, the election +had become to Lord Lansmere not +only a matter of public importance, +but of personal feeling. He resolved +that the battle should be fought out, +even in the absence of the candidate, +and at his own expense. Hitherto +the contest for this distinguished +borough had been, to use the language +of Lord Lansmere, "conducted +in the spirit of gentlemen,"—that is +to say, the only opponents to the +Lansmere interest had been found in +one or the other of two rival families in +the same county; and as the Earl +was a hospitable courteous man, much +respected and liked by the neighbouring +gentry, so the hostile candidate +had always interlarded his speeches +with profuse compliments to his +Lordship's high character, and civil +expressions as to his Lordship's candidate. +But, thanks to successive +elections, one of these two families +had come to an end, and its actual +representative was now residing within +the Rules of the Bench; the head of +the other family was the sitting +member, and, by an amicable agreement +with the Lansmere interest, he +remained as neutral as it is in the +power of any sitting member to be +amidst the passions of an intractable +committee. Accordingly, it had been +hoped that Egerton would come in +without opposition, when, the very +day on which he had abruptly left the +place, a handbill, signed "Haverill +Dashmore, Captain R.N., Baker +Street, Portman Square," announced, +in very spirited language, the intention +of that gentleman to emancipate +the borough from the unconstitutional +domination of an oligarchical +faction, not with a view to his own +political aggrandisement—indeed, at +great personal inconvenience—but +actuated solely by abhorrence to +tyranny, and patriotic passion for the +purity of election.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[Pg 396]</a></span></p> + +<p>This announcement was followed, +within two hours, by the arrival of +Captain Dashmore himself, in a carriage-and-four +covered with yellow +favours, and filled, inside and out, +with harum-scarum looking friends +who had come down with him to aid +the canvass and share the fun.</p> + +<p>Captain Dashmore was a thorough +sailor, who had, however, taken a +disgust to the profession from the date +in which a Minister's nephew had +been appointed to the command of a +ship to which the Captain considered +himself unquestionably entitled. It +is just to the Minister to add, that +Captain Dashmore had shown as +little regard for orders from a distance, +as had immortalized Nelson +himself; but then the disobedience +had not achieved the same redeeming +success as that of Nelson, and Captain +Dashmore ought to have thought +himself fortunate in escaping a severer +treatment than the loss of promotion. +But no man knows when he is well +off; and retiring on half-pay, just as +he came into unexpected possession +of some forty or fifty thousand +pounds, bequeathed by a distant relation, +Captain Dashmore was seized +with a vindictive desire to enter parliament, +and inflict oratorical chastisement +on the Administration.</p> + +<p>A very few hours sufficed to show +the sea-captain to be a most capital +electioneerer for a small and not very +enlightened borough. It is true that +he talked the saddest nonsense ever +heard from an open window; but +then his jokes were so broad, his +manner so hearty, his voice so big, +that in those dark days, before the +schoolmaster was abroad, he would +have beaten your philosophical Radical +and moralising Democrat hollow. +Moreover he kissed all the women, +old and young, with all the zest of a +sailor who has known what it is to be +three years at sea without sight of a +beardless lip; he threw open all the +public-houses, asked a numerous +committee every day to dinner, and, +chucking his purse up in the air, declared +"he would stick to his guns +while there was a shot in the locker." +Till then, there had been but little +political difference between the candidate +supported by Lord Lansmere's +interest and the opposing parties—for +country gentlemen, in those days, +were pretty much of the same way of +thinking, and the question had been +really local—viz., whether the Lansmere +interest should or should not +prevail over that of the two squirearchical +families who had alone, +hitherto, ventured to oppose it. But +though Captain Dashmore was really +a very loyal man, and much too old a +sailor to think that the State (which, +according to established metaphor, is +a vessel, <i>par excellence</i>,) should admit +Jack upon quarterdeck, yet, +what with talking against lords and +aristocracy, jobs and abuses, and +searching through no very refined +vocabulary for the strongest epithets +to apply to those irritating nouns-substantive, +his bile had got the +better of his understanding, and he +became fuddled, as it were, by his +own eloquence. Thus, though as +innocent of Jacobinical designs as he +was incapable of setting the Thames +on fire, you would have guessed him, +by his speeches, to be one of the most +determined incendiaries that ever applied +a match to the combustible materials +of a contested election; while, +being by no means accustomed to respect +his adversaries, he could not +have treated the Earl of Lansmere +with less ceremony if his Lordship +had been a Frenchman. He usually +designated that respectable nobleman +by the title of "Old Pompous;" and +the Mayor, who was never seen abroad +but in top-boots, and the Solicitor, +who was of a large build, received +from his irreverent wit the joint +soubriquet of "Tops and Bottoms!" +Hence the election had now become, +as I said before, a personal matter +with my Lord, and, indeed, with +the great heads of the Lansmere +interest. The Earl seemed to consider +his very coronet at stake in +the question. "The man from +Baker Street," with his preternatural +audacity, appeared to him a being +ominous and awful—not so much to +be regarded with resentment, as with +superstitious terror: he felt as felt +the dignified Montezuma, when that +ruffianly Cortez, with his handful of +Spanish rapscallions, bearded him in +his own capital, and in the midst of +his Mexican splendour.—"The gods +were menaced if man could be so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[Pg 397]</a></span> +insolent!" wherefore said my Lord, +tremulously,—"The Constitution is +gone if the Man from Baker Street +comes in for Lansmere!"</p> + +<p>But, in the absence of Audley +Egerton, the election looked extremely +ugly, and Captain Dashmore +gained ground hourly, when the Lansmere +Solicitor happily bethought him +of a notable proxy for the missing +candidate. The Squire of Hazeldean, +with his young wife, had been invited +by the Earl in honour of Audley; and +in the Squire the Solicitor beheld the +only mortal who could cope with the +sea-captain,—a man with a voice as +burly, and a face as bold—a man +who, if permitted for the nonce by +Mrs Hazeldean, would kiss all the +women no less heartily than the Captain +kissed them; and who was, +moreover, a taller, and a handsomer, +and a younger man—all three, great +recommendations in the kissing department +of a contested election. +Yes, to canvass the borough, and to +speak from the window, Squire Hazeldean +would be even more popularly +presentable than the London-bred +and accomplished Audley Egerton +himself.</p> + +<p>The Squire, applied to and urged on +all sides, at first said bluntly, "that +he would do anything in reason to +serve his brother, but that he did not +like, for his own part, appearing, even +in proxy, as a Lord's nominee; and +moreover, if he was to be sponsor for +his brother, why, he must promise +and vow, in his name, to be staunch +and true to the land they lived by; +and how could he tell that Audley, +when once he got into the House, +would not forget the land, and then +he, William Hazeldean, would be +made a liar, and look like a turncoat!"</p> + +<p>But these scruples being overruled +by the arguments of the gentlemen +and the entreaties of the ladies, who +took in the election that intense interest +which those gentle creatures +usually do take in all matters of strife +and contest, the Squire at length consented +to confront the Man from Baker +Street, and went accordingly into the +thing with that good heart and old +English spirit with which he went into +everything whereon he had once made +up his mind.</p> + +<p>The expectations formed of the +Squire's capacities for popular electioneering +were fully realised. He +talked quite as much nonsense as +Captain Dashmore on every subject +except the landed interest;—there he +was great, for he knew the subject +well—knew it by the instinct that +comes with practice, and compared +to which all your showy theories are +mere cobwebs and moonshine.</p> + +<p>The agricultural outvoters—many +of whom, not living under Lord +Lansmere, but being small yeomen, +had hitherto prided themselves on +their independence, and gone against +my Lord—could not in their hearts +go against one who was every inch +the farmer's friend. They began to +share in the Earl's personal interest +against the Man from Baker Street; +and big fellows, with legs bigger +round than Captain Dashmore's tight +little body, and huge whips in their +hands, were soon seen entering the +shops, "intimidating the electors," +as Captain Dashmore indignantly +declared.</p> + +<p>These new recruits made a great +difference in the muster-roll of the +Lansmere books; and when the day +for polling arrived, the result was a +fair question for even betting. At +the last hour, after a neck-and-neck +contest, Mr Audley Egerton beat the +Captain by two votes. And the +names of these voters were John +Avenel, resident freeman, and his +son-in-law, Mark Fairfield, an outvoter, +who, though a Lansmere freeman, +had settled in Hazeldean, where +he had obtained the situation of head +carpenter on the Squire's estate.</p> + +<p>These votes were unexpected; for, +though Mark Fairfield had come to +Lansmere on purpose to support the +Squire's brother, and though the +Avenels had been always staunch +supporters of the Lansmere Blue +interest, yet a severe affliction (as to +the nature of which, not desiring to +sadden the opening of my story, I am +considerately silent) had befallen both +these persons, and they had left the +town on the very day after Lord +L'Estrange and Mr Egerton had quitted +Lansmere Park.</p> + +<p>Whatever might have been the +gratification of the Squire, as a canvasser +and a brother, at Mr Egerton's +triumph, it was much damped when,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[Pg 398]</a></span> +on leaving the dinner given in honour +of the victory at the Lansmere Arms, +and about, with no steady step, to +enter the carriage which was to convey +him to his Lordship's house, a +letter was put into his hands by one +of the gentlemen who had accompanied +the Captain to the scene of +action; and the perusal of that letter, +and a few whispered words from the +bearer thereof, sent the Squire back +to Mrs Hazeldean a much soberer +man than she had ventured to hope +for. The fact was, that on the day +of nomination, the Captain having +honoured Mr Hazeldean with many +poetical and figurative appellations—such +as "Prize Ox," "Tony Lumpkin," +"Blood-sucking Vampire," and +"Brotherly Warming-Pan," the +Squire had retorted by a joke about +"Salt Water Jack;" and the Captain, +who, like all satirists, was extremely +susceptible and thin-skinned, +could not consent to be called "Salt +Water Jack" by a "Prize Ox" and +a "Blood-sucking Vampire." The +letter, therefore, now conveyed to +Mr Hazeldean by a gentleman, who, +being from the Sister Country, was +deemed the most fitting accomplice +in the honourable destruction of a +brother mortal, contained nothing +more nor less than an invitation to +single combat; and the bearer thereof, +with the suave politeness enjoined +by etiquette on such well-bred homicidal +occasions, suggested the expediency +of appointing the place of +meeting in the neighbourhood of +London, in order to prevent interference +from the suspicious authorities +of Lansmere.</p> + +<p>The natives of some countries—the +French in particular—think +little of that formal operation which +goes by the name of <span class="smcap">Duelling</span>. Indeed, +they seem rather to like it than +otherwise. But there is nothing +your thorough-paced Englishman—a +Hazeldean of Hazeldean—considers +with more repugnance and aversion, +than that same cold-blooded ceremonial. +It is not within the range of +an Englishman's ordinary habits of +thinking. He prefers going to law—a +much more destructive proceeding +of the two. Nevertheless, if an +Englishman must fight, why, he will +fight. He says "it is very foolish;" +he is sure "it is most unchristianlike;" +he agrees with all that +Philosopher, Preacher, and Press have +laid down on the subject; but he +makes his will, says his prayers, and +goes out, like a heathen!</p> + +<p>It never, therefore, occurred to the +Squire to show the white feather +upon this unpleasant occasion. The +next day, feigning excuse to attend +the sale of a hunting stud at Tattersall's, +he ruefully went up to London, +after taking a peculiarly affectionate +leave of his wife. Indeed, the Squire +felt convinced that he should never +return home except in a coffin. "It +stands to reason," said he to himself, +"that a man who has been actually +paid by the King's Government for +shooting people ever since he was a +little boy in a midshipman's jacket, +must be a dead hand at the job. I +should not mind if it was with double-barrelled +Mantons and small shot; +but, ball and pistol! they arn't human +nor sportsmanlike!" However, the +Squire, after settling his worldly +affairs, and hunting up an old College +friend who undertook to be his +second, proceeded to a sequestered +corner of Wimbledon Common, and +planted himself, not sideways, as one +ought to do in such encounters, (the +which posture the Squire swore was +an unmanly way of shirking,) but +full front to the mouth of his adversary's +pistol, with such sturdy composure, +that Captain Dashmore, who, +though an excellent shot, was at +bottom as good-natured a fellow as +ever lived, testified his admiration by +letting off his gallant opponent with +ball in the fleshy part of the shoulder; +after which he declared himself perfectly +satisfied. The parties then +shook hands, mutual apologies were +exchanged, and the Squire, much to +his astonishment to find himself still +alive, was conveyed to Limmer's +Hotel, where, after a considerable +amount of anguish, the ball was +extracted, and the wound healed. +Now it was all over, the Squire felt +very much raised in his own conceit; +and, when he was in a humour more +than ordinarily fierce, that perilous +event became a favourite allusion with +him.</p> + +<p>He considered, moreover, that his +brother had incurred at his hand the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[Pg 399]</a></span> +most lasting obligations; and that, +having procured Audley's return to +Parliament, and defended his interests +at the risk of his own life, he had an +absolute right to dictate to that +gentleman how to vote—upon all +matters at least connected with the +landed interest. And when, not very +long after Audley took his seat in +Parliament, (which he did not do for +some months,) he thought proper both +to vote and to speak in a manner wholly +belying the promises the Squire had +made on his behalf, Mr Hazeldean +wrote him such a trimmer, that it +could not but produce an unconciliatory +reply. Shortly afterwards, the +Squire's exasperation reached the +culminating point; for, having to +pass through Lansmere on a market +day, he was hooted by the very +farmers whom he had induced to +vote for his brother; and, justly imputing +the disgrace to Audley, he +never heard the name of that traitor +to the land mentioned without a +heightened colour and an indignant +expletive. Monsieur de Roqueville—who +was the greatest wit of his day—had, +like the Squire, a half-brother, +with whom he was not on the best of +terms, and of whom he always spoke +as his "<i>frère de loin</i>." Audley +Egerton was thus Squire Hazeldean's +"<i>distant-brother</i>!"—Enough of these +explanatory antecedents,—let us return +to the Stocks.</p> + + +<h3>CHAPTER XI.</h3> + +<p>The Squire's carpenters were taken +from the park pales, and set to work +at the parish stocks. Then came the +painter and coloured them a beautiful +dark blue, with a white border—and +a white rim round the holes—with an +ornamental flourish in the middle. +It was the gayest public edifice in the +whole village—though the village +possessed no less than three other +monuments of the Vitruvian genius +of the Hazeldeans:—to wit, the alms-house, +the school, and the parish +pump.</p> + +<p>A more elegant, enticing, coquettish +pair of stocks never gladdened +the eye of a justice of the peace.</p> + +<p>And Squire Hazeldean's eye was +gladdened. In the pride of his heart +he brought all the family down to +look at the stocks. The Squire's +family (omitting the <i>frère de loin</i>) +consisted of Mrs Hazeldean, his wife; +next, of Miss Jemima Hazeldean, his +first cousin; thirdly, of Master Francis +Hazeldean, his only son; and fourthly, +of Captain Barnabas Higginbotham, +a distant relation—who, indeed, +strictly speaking, was not of the +family, but only a visitor ten months +in the year. Mrs Hazeldean was +every inch the lady,—the lady of the +parish. In her comely, florid, and +somewhat sunburnt countenance, +there was an equal expression of majesty +and benevolence; she had a blue +eye that invited liking, and an aquiline +nose that commanded respect. Mrs +Hazeldean had no affectation of fine +airs—no wish to be greater and handsomer +and cleverer than she was. She +knew herself, and her station, and +thanked heaven for it. There was +about her speech and manner something +of that shortness and bluntness +which often characterises royalty; +and if the lady of a parish is not a +queen in her own circle, it is never +the fault of the parish. Mrs Hazeldean +dressed her part to perfection. +She wore silks that seemed heirlooms—so +thick were they, so substantial +and imposing. And over these, when +she was in her own domain, the +whitest of aprons; while at her waist +was seen no fiddle-faddle <i>chatelaine</i>, +with <i>breloques</i> and trumpery, but a +good honest gold watch to mark the +time, and a long pair of scissors to +cut off the dead leaves from her +flowers, for she was a great horticulturist. +When occasion needed, Mrs +Hazeldean could, however, lay by +her more sumptuous and imperial +raiment for a stout riding-habit of +blue Saxony, and canter by her husband's +side to see the hounds throw +off. Nay, on the days on which Mr +Hazeldean drove his famous fast-trotting +cob to the market town, it +was rarely that you did not see his +wife on the left side of the gig. She +cared as little as her lord did for wind +and weather, and, in the midst of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[Pg 400]</a></span> +some pelting shower, her pleasant +face peeped over the collar and capes +of a stout dreadnought, expanding +into smiles and bloom as some frank +rose, that opens from its petals, and +rejoices in the dews. It was easy +to see that the worthy couple had +married for love; they were as +little apart as they could help it. +And still, on the First of September, +if the house was not full of +company which demanded her cares, +Mrs Hazeldean "stepped out" over +the stubbles by her husband's side, +with as light a tread and as blithe an +eye as when in the first bridal year +she had enchanted the Squire by her +genial sympathy with his sports.</p> + +<p>So there now stands Harriet Hazeldean, +one hand leaning on the Squire's +broad shoulder, the other thrust into +her apron, and trying her best to +share her husband's enthusiasm for +his own public-spirited patriotism, in +the renovation of the parish stocks. +A little behind, with two fingers +leaning on the thin arm of Captain +Barnabas, stood Miss Jemima, the +orphan daughter of the Squire's +uncle, by a runaway imprudent marriage +with a young lady who belonged +to a family which had been at war +with the Hazeldeans since the reign +of Charles I., respecting a right of +way to a small wood (or rather spring) +of about an acre, through a piece of +furze land, which was let to a brickmaker +at twelve shillings a-year. The +wood belonged to the Hazeldeans, the +furze land to the Sticktorights, (an +old Saxon family if ever there was +one.) Every twelfth year, when the +faggots and timber were felled, this +feud broke out afresh; for the Sticktorights +refused to the Hazeldeans the +right to cart off the said faggots and +timber, through the only way by +which a cart could possibly pass. It +is just to the Hazeldeans to say that +they had offered to buy the land at +ten times its value. But the Sticktorights, +with equal magnanimity, had +declared that they would not "alienate +the family property for the convenience +of the best squire that ever stood +upon shoe leather." Therefore, every +twelfth year, there was always a great +breach of the peace on the part of +both Hazeldeans and Sticktorights, +magistrates and deputy-lieutenants +though they were. The question was +fairly fought out by their respective +dependants, and followed by various +actions for assault and trespass. As +the legal question of right was extremely +obscure, it never had been +properly decided; and, indeed, neither +party wished it to be decided, each at +heart having some doubt of the propriety +of its own claim. A marriage +between a younger son of the Hazeldeans, +and a younger daughter of the +Sticktorights, was viewed with equal +indignation by both families; and the +consequence had been that the runaway +couple, unblessed and unforgiven, +had scrambled through life as +they could, upon the scanty pay of +the husband, who was in a marching +regiment, and the interest of £1000, +which was the wife's fortune independent +of her parents. They died and +left an only daughter, upon whom +the maternal £1000 had been settled, +about the time that the Squire came +of age and into possession of his +estates. And though he inherited all +the ancestral hostility towards the +Sticktorights, it was not in his nature +to be unkind to a poor orphan, who +was, after all, the child of a Hazeldean. +Therefore, he had educated +and fostered Jemima with as much +tenderness as if she had been his +sister; put out her £1000 at nurse, +and devoted, from the ready money +which had accrued from the rents +during his minority, as much as made +her fortune (with her own accumulated +at compound interest) no less +than £4000, the ordinary marriage +portion of the daughters of Hazeldean. +On her coming of age, he transferred +this sum to her absolute disposal, in +order that she might feel herself independent, +see a little more of the +world than she could at Hazeldean, +have candidates to choose from if she +deigned to marry; or enough to live +upon if she chose to remain single. +Miss Jemima had somewhat availed +herself of this liberty, by occasional +visits to Cheltenham and other watering +places. But her grateful affection +to the Squire was such, that she could +never bear to be long away from the +Hall. And this was the more praise +to her heart, inasmuch as she was +far from taking kindly to the prospect +of being an old maid. And<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[Pg 401]</a></span> +there were so few bachelors in the +neighbourhood of Hazeldean, that +she could not but have that prospect +before her eyes whenever she looked +out of the Hall windows. Miss +Jemima was indeed one of the most +kindly and affectionate of beings +feminine—and if she disliked the +thought of single blessedness, it really +was from those innocent and womanly +instincts towards the tender charities +of hearth and home, without which a +lady, however otherwise estimable, is +little better than a Minerva in bronze. +But whether or not, despite her fortune +and her face, which last, though +not strictly handsome, was pleasing—and +would have been positively pretty +if she had laughed more often, (for +when she laughed, there appeared +three charming dimples, invisible +when she was grave)—whether or not, +I say, it was the fault of our insensibility +or her own fastidiousness, Miss +Jemima approached her thirtieth +year, and was still Miss Jemima. +Now, therefore, that beautifying laugh +of hers was very rarely heard, and +she had of late become confirmed in +two opinions, not at all conducive to +laughter. One was a conviction of +the general and progressive wickedness +of the male sex, and the other +was a decided and lugubrious belief +that the world was coming to an end. +Miss Jemima was now accompanied +by a small canine favourite, true +Blenheim, with a snub nose. It +was advanced in life and somewhat +obese. It sate on its haunches, +with its tongue out of its month, +except when it snapped at the flies. +There was a strong Platonic friendship +between Miss Jemima and Captain +Barnabas Higginbotham; for he +too was unmarried, and he had the +same ill opinion of your sex, my dear +madam, that Miss Jemima had of +ours. The Captain was a man of a +slim and elegant figure;—the less said +about the face the better, a truth of +which the Captain himself was sensible, +for it was a favourite maxim of +his—"that in a man, everything is +a slight, gentlemanlike figure." Captain +Barnabas did not absolutely +deny that the world was coming to an +end, only he thought it would last his +time.</p> + +<p>Quite apart from all the rest, with +the nonchalant survey of virgin dandyism, +Francis Hazeldean looked +over one of the high starched neckcloths +which were then the fashion—a +handsome lad, fresh from Eton for +the summer holidays, but at that ambiguous +age, when one disdains the +sports of the boy, and has not yet +arrived at the resources of the man.</p> + +<p>"I should be glad, Frank," said +the Squire, suddenly turning round +to his son; "to see you take a little +more interest in duties which, one +day or other, you may be called upon +to discharge. I can't bear to think +that the property should fall into the +hands of a fine gentleman, who will +let things go to rack and ruin, instead +of keeping them up as I do."</p> + +<p>And the Squire pointed to the +stocks.</p> + +<p>Master Frank's eye followed the +direction of the cane, as well as his +cravat would permit; and he said, +drily—</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; but how came the +stocks to be so long out of repair?"</p> + +<p>"Because one can't see to everything +at once," retorted the Squire, +tartly. "When a man has got +eight thousand acres to look after, he +must do a bit at a time."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Captain Barnabas. +"I know that by experience."</p> + +<p>"The deuce you do!" cried the +Squire, bluntly. "Experience in +eight thousand acres!"</p> + +<p>"No—in my apartments in the +Albany. No. 3 A. I have had them +ten years, and it was only last Christmas +that I bought my Japan cat."</p> + +<p>"Dear me," said Miss Jemima; +"a Japan cat! that must be very +curious! What sort of a creature is +it?"</p> + +<p>"Don't you know? Bless me, a +thing with three legs, and holds +toast! I never thought of it, I assure +you, till my friend Cosey said to me, +one morning when he was breakfasting +at my rooms—'Higginbotham, +how is it that you, who like to +have things comfortable about you, +don't have a cat?' 'Upon my life,' +said I, 'one can't think of everything +at a time;' just like you, Squire."</p> + +<p>"Pshaw," said Mr Hazeldean, +gruffly—"not at all like me. And +I'll thank you another time, Cousin +Higginbotham, not to put me out,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[Pg 402]</a></span> +when I'm speaking on matters of +importance; poking your cat into my +stocks! They look something like +now—don't they, Harry? I declare +that the whole village seems more +respectable. It is astonishing how +much a little improvement adds to +the—to the—"</p> + +<p>"Charm of a landscape;" put in +Miss Jemima sentimentally.</p> + +<p>The Squire neither accepted nor +rejected the suggested termination; +but leaving his sentence uncompleted, +broke suddenly off with</p> + +<p>"And if I had listened to Parson +Dale—"</p> + +<p>"You would have done a very +wise thing;" said a voice behind, as +the Parson presented himself in the +rear.</p> + +<p>"Wise thing! Why surely, Mr +Dale," said Mrs Hazeldean with +spirit, for she always resented the +least contradiction to her lord and +master; perhaps as an interference +with her own special right and prerogative! +"why, surely if it is necessary +to have stocks, it is necessary to +repair them."</p> + +<p>"That's right, go it, Harry!" cried +the Squire, chuckling, and rubbing +his hands as if he had been setting +his terrier at the Parson: "St—St—at +him! Well, Master Dale, what +do you say to that?"</p> + +<p>"My dear ma'am," said the Parson, +replying in preference to the +lady, "there are many institutions +in the country which are very old, +look very decayed, and don't seem of +much use; but I would not pull them +down for all that."</p> + +<p>"You would reform them, then;" +said Mrs Hazeldean, doubtfully, and +with a look at her husband, as much +as to say, "He is on politics now—that's +your business."</p> + +<p>"No, I would not, ma'am;" said +the Parson stoutly.</p> + +<p>"What on earth would you do, +then?" quoth the Squire.</p> + +<p>"Just let 'em alone," said the +Parson. "Master Frank, there's a +Latin maxim which was often in the +mouth of Sir Robert Walpole, and +which they ought to put into the Eton +grammar—'<i>Quieta non movere</i>.' If +things are quiet, let them be quiet! I +would not destroy the stocks, because +that might seem to the ill-disposed +like a license to offend, and +I would not repair the stocks, because +that puts it into people's heads to +get into them."</p> + +<p>The Squire was a staunch politician +of the old school, and he did not like +to think that in repairing the stocks +he had perhaps been conniving at +revolutionary principles.</p> + +<p>"This constant desire of innovation," +said Miss Jemima, suddenly +mounting the more funereal of her +two favourite hobbies, "is one of the +great symptoms of the approaching +crash. We are altering, and mending, +and reforming, when in twenty +years at the utmost the world itself +may be destroyed!" The fair +speaker paused, and—</p> + +<p>Captain Barnabas said, thoughtfully—"Twenty +years!—the insurance +offices rarely compute the best life at +more than fourteen." He struck his +hand on the stocks as he spoke, and +added with his usual consolatory +conclusion:—"The odds are, that it +will last our time, Squire."</p> + +<p>But whether Captain Barnabas +meant the stocks or the world, he +did not clearly explain, and no one +took the trouble to inquire.</p> + +<p>"Sir," said Master Frank, to his +father, with that furtive spirit of +quizzing, which he had acquired +amongst other polite accomplishments +at Eton.—"Sir, it is no use now +considering whether the stocks +should or should not have been repaired. +The only question is, whom +you will get to put into them."</p> + +<p>"True," said the Squire, with much +gravity.</p> + +<p>"Yes, there it is!" said the Parson, +mournfully. "If you would but +learn '<i>non quieta movere</i>!'"</p> + +<p>"Don't spout your Latin at me, +Parson!" cried the Squire, angrily; +"I can give you as good as you +bring any day.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Propria quæ maribus tri buuntur mascula dicas.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As in præsenti, perfectum format in avi.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"There," added the Squire, turning +triumphantly towards his Harry, +who looked with great admiration at +this unprecedented burst of learning +on the part of Mr Hazeldean—"There, +two can play at that game! +And now that we have all seen the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[Pg 403]</a></span> +stocks, we may as well go home, and +drink tea. Will you come up and play +a rubber, Dale? No!—hang it, man, +I've not offended you—you know my +ways."</p> + +<p>"That I do, and they are among +the things I would not have altered," +cried the Parson—holding out his +hand cheerfully. The Squire gave it a +hearty shake, and Mrs Hazeldean +hastened to do the same. "Do come; +I am afraid we've been very rude; we +are sad blunt folks. Do come; that's +a dear good man; and of course poor +Mrs Dale too." Mrs Hazeldean's +favourite epithet for Mrs Dale was +<i>poor</i>, and that for reasons to be explained +hereafter.</p> + +<p>"I fear my wife has got one of her +bad headaches, but I will give her +your kind message, and at all events +you may depend upon me."</p> + +<p>"That's right," cried the Squire, +"in half-an-hour, eh?—How d'ye do, +my little man?" as Lenny Fairfield, on +his way home from some errand in +the village, drew aside and pulled off +his hat with both hands. "Stop—you +see those stocks—eh? Tell all +the bad little boys in the parish to +take care how they get into them—a +sad disgrace—you'll never be in such +a quandary!"</p> + +<p>"That at least I will answer for," +said the Parson.</p> + +<p>"And I too," added Mrs Hazeldean, +patting the boy's curly head. +"Tell your mother I shall come and +have a good chat with her to-morrow +evening."</p> + +<p>And so the party passed on, and +Lenny stood still on the road, staring +hard at the stocks, which stared back +at him from its four great eyes.</p> + +<p>But Lenny did not remain long +alone. As soon as the great folks had +fairly disappeared, a large number of +small folks emerged timorously from +the neighbouring cottages, and approached +the site of the stocks with +much marvel, fear, and curiosity.</p> + +<p>In fact, the renovated appearance +of this monster—<i>à propos de bottes</i>, as +one may say—had already excited +considerable sensation among the population +of Hazeldean. And even as +when an unexpected owl makes his +appearance in broad daylight, all the +little birds rise from tree and hedgerow, +and cluster round their ominous +enemy, so now gathered all the much +excited villagers round the intrusive +and portentous Phenomenon.</p> + +<p>"D'ye know what the diggins the +Squire did it for, Gaffer Solomons?" +asked one many-childed matron, with +a baby in arms, an urchin of three +years old clinging fast to her petticoat, +and her hand maternally holding +back a more adventurous hero of six, +who had a great desire to thrust his +head into one of the grisly apertures. +All eyes turned to a sage old man, +the oracle of the village, who, leaning +both hands on his crutch, shook his +head bodingly.</p> + +<p>"Maw be," said Gaffer Solomons, +"some of the boys ha' been robbing +the orchards."</p> + +<p>"Orchards"—cried a big lad who +seemed to think himself personally +appealed to—" why, the bud's scarce +off the trees yet!"</p> + +<p>"No more it in't!" said the dame +with many children, and she breathed +more freely.</p> + +<p>"Maw be," said Gaffer Solomons, +"some o' ye has been sitting snares."</p> + +<p>"What for?" said a stout sullen-looking +young fellow, whom conscience +possibly pricked to reply. +"What for, when it beant the season? +And if a poor man did find a +hear in his pocket i' the hay-time, I +should like to know if ever a squire in +the world would let un off wi' the +stocks—eh?"</p> + +<p>That last question seemed a settler, +and the wisdom of Gaffer Solomons +went down fifty per cent in the public +opinion of Hazeldean.</p> + +<p>"Maw be," said the Gaffer, this time +with a thrilling effect, which restored +his reputation—"Maw be some o' +ye ha' been getting drunk, and making +beestises o' yourselves!"</p> + +<p>There was a dead pause, for this +suggestion applied too generally to +be met with a solitary response. At +last one of the women said, with a +meaning glance at her husband, "God +bless the Squire; he'll make some on +us happy women if that's all!"</p> + +<p>There then arose an almost unanimous +murmur of approbation among +the female part of the audience; and +the men looked at each other, and +then at the Phenomenon, with a +very hang-dog expression of countenance.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[Pg 404]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Or, maw be," resumed Gaffer +Solomons, encouraged to a fourth suggestion +by the success of its predecessor—"Maw +be some o' the Misseses ha' +been making a rumpus, and scolding +their goodmen. I heard say in my +granfeythir's time, that arter old +Mother Bang nigh died o' the ducking-stool, +them 'ere stocks were first +made for the women, out o' compassion +like! And every one knows the +Squire is a koind-hearted man, God +bless un!"</p> + +<p>"God bless un!" cried the men +heartily; and they gathered lovingly +round the Phenomenon, like heathens +of old round a tutelary temple. But +then rose one shrill clamour among +the females, as they retreated with +involuntary steps towards the verge +of the green, whence they glared at +Solomons and the Phenomenon with +eyes so sparkling, and pointed at both +with gestures so menacing, that +Heaven only knows if a morsel of +either would have remained much +longer to offend the eyes of the justly +enraged matronage of Hazeldean, if +fortunately Master Stirn, the Squire's +right-hand man, had not come up in +the nick of time.</p> + +<p>Master Stirn was a formidable personage—more +formidable than the +Squire himself—as, indeed, a squire's +right-hand is generally more formidable +than the head can pretend to be. +He inspired the greater awe, because, +like the stocks, of which he was deputed +guardian, his powers were undefined +and obscure, and he had no +particular place in the out-of-door +establishment. He was not the steward, +yet he did much of what ought +to be the steward's work; he was not +the farm-bailiff, for the Squire called +himself his own farm-bailiff, nevertheless, +Mr Hazeldean sowed and +ploughed, cropped and stocked, bought +and sold, very much as Mr Stirn condescended +to advise. He was not the +park-keeper, for he neither shot the +deer nor superintended the preserves; +but it was he who always found out +who had broken a park-pale or snared +a rabbit. In short, what may be +called all the harsher duties of a large +landed proprietor devolved by custom +and choice upon Mr Stirn. If a +labourer was to be discharged, or a +rent enforced, and the Squire knew +that he should be talked over, and +that the steward would be as soft as +himself, Mr Stirn was sure to be the +avenging αγγελος or messenger, to +pronounce the words of fate; so that +he appeared to the inhabitants of +Hazeldean like the Poet's <i>Sæva Necessitas</i>, +a vague incarnation of remorseless +power, armed with whips, +nails, and wedges. The very brute +creation stood in awe of Mr Stirn. +The calves knew that it was he who +singled out which should be sold to +the butcher, and huddled up into a +corner with beating hearts at his grim +footstep; the sow grunted, the duck +quacked, the hen bristled her feathers +and called to her chicks when Mr +Stirn drew near. Nature had set her +stamp upon him. Indeed, it may be +questioned whether the great M. de +Chambray himself, surnamed the +Brave, had an aspect so awe-inspiring +as that of Mr Stirn; albeit the face +of that hero was so terrible, that a +man who had been his lackey, seeing +his portrait after he had been dead +twenty years, fell a trembling all over +like a leaf!</p> + +<p>"And what the plague are you all +doing here?" said Mr Stirn, as he +waved and smacked a great cart-whip +which he held in his hand, "making +such a hullabaloo, you women, you! +that I suspect the Squire will be sending +out to know if the village is on +fire. Go home, will ye? High time +indeed to have the stocks ready, when +you get squalling and conspiring under +the very nose of a justice of the peace, +just as the French Revolutioners did +afore they cut off their King's head; +my hair stands on end to look at ye." +But already, before half this address +was delivered, the crowd had dispersed +in all directions—the women still keeping +together, and the men sneaking off +towards the ale-house. Such was the +beneficent effect of the fatal stocks on +the first day of their resuscitation!</p> + +<p>However, in the break up of every +crowd there must be always some +one who gets off the last; and it +so happened that our friend Lenny +Fairfield, who had mechanically approached +close to the stocks, the better +to hear the oracular opinions of +Gaffer Solomons, had no less mechanically, +on the abrupt appearance of +Mr Stirn, crept, as he hoped, out of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[Pg 405]</a></span> +sight, behind the trunk of the elm +tree which partially shaded the stocks; +and there now, as if fascinated, he +still cowered, not daring to emerge in +full view of Mr Stirn, and in immediate +reach of the cart-whip,—when the +quick eye of the right-hand man detected +his retreat.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, you sir—what the deuce, +laying a mine to blow up the stocks! +just like Guy Fox and the Gunpowder +Plot, I declares! What ha' you +got in your willanous little fist there?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing, sir," said Lenny, opening +his palm.</p> + +<p>"Nothing—um!" said Mr Stirn +much dissatisfied; and then, as he +gazed more deliberately, recognising +the pattern boy of the village, a cloud +yet darker gathered over his brow; +for Mr Stirn, who valued himself much +on his learning—and who, indeed, +by dint of more knowledge as well as +more wit than his neighbours, had +attained his present eminent station +in life—was extremely anxious that +his only son should also be a scholar; +that wish,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The gods dispersed in empty air."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Master Stirn was a notable dunce at +the Parson's school, while Lenny +Fairfield was the pride and boast of +it; therefore Mr Stirn was naturally, +and almost justifiably ill-disposed towards +Lenny Fairfield, who had appropriated +to himself the praises which +Mr Stirn had designed for his son.</p> + +<p>"Um!" said the right-hand man, +glowering on Lenny malignantly, "you +are the pattern boy of the village, are +you? Very well, sir—then I put these +here stocks under your care—and +you'll keep off the other boys from +sitting on 'em, and picking off the +paint, and playing three holes and +chuck farthing, as I declare they've +been a-doing, just in front of the elewation. +Now you knows your 'sponsibilities, +little boy—and a great honour +they are too, for the like o' you. If +any damage be done, it is to you I +shall look; d'ye understand? and +that's what the Squire says to me. +So you sees what it is to be a pattern +boy, Master Lenny!"</p> + +<p>With that Mr Stirn gave a loud +crack of the cart-whip, by way of military +honours, over the head of the +vicegerent he had thus created, and +strode off to pay a visit to two young +unsuspecting pups, whose ears and +tails he had graciously promised their +proprietor to crop that evening. Nor, +albeit few charges could be more obnoxious +than that of deputy governor +or <i>chargé-d'affaires extraordinaire</i> to +the Parish Stocks, nor one more +likely to render Lenny Fairfield odious +to his contemporaries, ought he to +have been insensible to the signal +advantage of his condition over that +of the two sufferers, against whose +ears and tails Mr Stirn had no especial +motives of resentment. To every bad +there is a worse—and fortunately for +little boys, and even for grown men, +whom the Stirns of the world regard +malignly, the majesty of law protects +their ears, and the merciful forethought +of nature deprived their remote +ancestors of the privilege of entailing +tails upon them. Had it been +otherwise—considering what handles +tails would have given to the oppressor, +how many traps envy would have +laid for them, how often they must +have been scratched and mutilated by +the briars of life, how many good +excuses would have been found for +lopping, docking, and trimming them—I +fear that only the lap-dogs of fortune +would have gone to the grave +tail-whole.</p> + + +<h3>CHAPTER XII.</h3> + +<p>The card-table was set out in the +drawing-room at Hazeldean Hall; +though the little party were still lingering +in the deep recess of the large +bay window—which (in itself of +dimensions that would have swallowed +up a moderate-sized London parlour) +held the great round tea-table, +with all appliances and means to boot—for +the beautiful summer moon shed +on the sward so silvery a lustre, and +the trees cast so quiet a shadow, and +the flowers and new-mown hay sent +up so grateful a perfume, that, to close +the windows, draw the curtains, and +call for other lights than those of +heaven, would have been an abuse of +the prose of life which even Captain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[Pg 406]</a></span> +Barnabas, who regarded whist as the +business of town and the holiday of +the country, shrank from suggesting. +Without, the scene, beheld by the +clear moonlight, had the beauty +peculiar to the garden ground round +those old-fashioned country residences +which, though a little modernised, +still preserve their original character: +the velvet lawn, studded with large +plots of flowers, shaded and scented +here to the left by lilacs, laburnums, +and rich seringas—there, to the right, +giving glimpses, over low-clipped +yews, of a green bowling alley, with +the white columns of a summerhouse +built after the Dutch taste, in the +reign of William III.; and in front—stealing +away under covert of those +still cedars, into the wilder landscape +of the well-wooded undulating park. +Within, viewed by the placid glimmer +of the moon, the scene was no less characteristic +of the abodes of that race +which has no parallel in other lands, +and which, alas, is somewhat losing +its native idiosyncrasies in this—the +stout country gentleman, not the fine +gentleman of the country—the country +gentleman somewhat softened and +civilised from the mere sportsman or +farmer, but still plain and homely, +relinquishing the old hall for the +drawing-room, and with books not +three months' old on his table, instead +of <i>Fox's Martyrs</i> and <i>Baker's Chronicle</i>—yet +still retaining many a sacred +old prejudice, that, like the knots in +his native oak, rather adds to the +ornament of the grain than takes +from the strength of the tree. Opposite +to the window, the high chimney-piece +rose to the heavy cornice of the +ceiling, with dark panels glistening +against the moonlight. The broad +and rather clumsy chintz sofas and +settees of the reign, of George III., +contrasted at intervals with the tall +backed chairs of a far more distant +generation, when ladies in fardingales, +and gentlemen in trunk-hose, +seem never to have indulged in horizontal +positions. The walls, of shining +wainscot, were thickly covered, +chiefly with family pictures; though +now and then some Dutch fair, or +battle-piece, showed that a former +proprietor had been less exclusive in +his taste for the arts. The pianoforte +stood open near the fireplace; a long +dwarf bookcase, at the far end, added +its sober smile to the room. That +bookcase contained what was called +"The Lady's Library," a collection +commenced by the Squire's grandmother, +of pious memory, and completed +by his mother, who had more +taste for the lighter letters, with but +little addition from the bibliomaniac +tendencies of the present Mrs Hazeldean—who, +being no great reader, +contented herself with subscribing to +the Book Club. In this feminine +Bodleian, the sermons collected by +Mrs Hazeldean, the grandmother, +stood cheek-by-jowl beside the novels +purchased by Mrs Hazeldean, the +mother.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Mixtaque ridenti fundet colocasia acantho!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But to be sure, the novels, in spite of +very inflammatory titles, such as +"Fatal Sensibility," "Errors of the +Heart," &c., were so harmless that I +doubt if the sermons could have had +much to say against their next-door +neighbours—and that is all that can +be expected by the best of us.</p> + +<p>A parrot dozing on his perch—some +gold fish fast asleep in their glass +bowl—two or three dogs on the rug, +and Flimsey, Miss Jemima's spaniel, +curled into a ball on the softest sofa—Mrs +Hazeldean's work-table, rather +in disorder, as if it had been lately +used—the <i>St James's Chronicle</i> dangling +down from a little tripod near the +Squire's arm-chair—a high screen of +gilt and stamped leather fencing off +the card-table; all these, dispersed +about a room large enough to hold +them all and not seem crowded, +offered many a pleasant resting-place +for the eye, when it turned from the +world of nature to the home of man.</p> + +<p>But see, Captain Barnabas, fortified +by his fourth cup of tea, has at length +summoned courage to whisper to Mrs +Hazeldean, "don't you think the +Parson will be impatient for his rubber?" +Mrs Hazeldean glanced at the +Parson, and smiled; but she gave the +signal to the Captain, and the bell was +rung, lights were brought in, the curtains +let down; in a few moments more +the group had collected round the +card-tables. The best of us are but +human—that is not a new truth, I +confess, but yet people forget it every +day of their lives—and I dare say there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[Pg 407]</a></span> +are many who are charitably thinking +at this very moment, that my Parson +ought not to be playing at whist. All +I can say to those rigid disciplinarians +is, "Every man has his favourite sin: +whist was Parson Dale's!—ladies and +gentlemen, what is yours?" In truth, +I must not set up my poor parson, now-a-days, +as a pattern parson—it is +enough to have one pattern in a village +no bigger than Hazeldean, and +we all know that Lenny Fairfield has +bespoken that place,—and got the +patronage of the stocks for his emoluments! +Parson Dale was ordained, +not indeed so very long ago, but still +at a time when churchmen took it a +great deal more easily than they do +now. The elderly parson of that day +played his rubber as a matter of +course, the middle-aged parson was +sometimes seen riding to cover, (I +knew a schoolmaster, a doctor of +divinity, and an excellent man, whose +pupils were chiefly taken from the +highest families in England, who +hunted regularly three times a-week +during the season,) and the young +parson would often sing a capital +song—not composed by David—and +join in those rotary dances, which +certainly David never danced before +the ark.</p> + +<p>Does it need so long a prolegomenon +to excuse thee, poor Parson Dale, for +turning up that ace of spades with so +triumphant a smile at thy partner? +I must own that nothing that well +could add to the Parson's offence was +wanting. In the first place, he did +not play charitably, and merely to +oblige other people. He delighted in +the game—he rejoiced in the game—his +whole heart was in the game—neither +was he indifferent to the mammon +of the thing, as a Christian +pastor ought to have been. He looked +very sad when he took his shillings +out of his purse, and exceedingly +pleased when he put the shillings +that had just before belonged to other +people into it. Finally, by one of +those arrangements common with +married people, who play at the same +table, Mr and Mrs Hazeldean were +invariably partners, and no two people +could play worse; while Captain Barnabas, +who had played at Graham's +with honour and profit, necessarily +became partner to Parson Dale, who +himself played a good steady parsonic +game. So that, in strict truth, it was +hardly fair play—it was almost swindling—the +combination of these two +great dons against that innocent married +couple! Mr Dale, it is true, was +aware of this disproportion of force, +and had often proposed either to +change partners or to give odds, propositions +always scornfully scouted +by the Squire and his lady; so that +the Parson was obliged to pocket his +conscience, together with the ten +points which made his average winnings.</p> + +<p>The strangest thing in the world is +the different way in which whist +affects the temper. It is no test of +temper, as some pretend—not at all! +The best tempered people in the world +grow snappish at whist; and I have +seen the most testy and peevish in the +ordinary affairs of life bear their losses +with the stoicism of Epictetus. This +was notably manifested in the contrast +between the present adversaries +of the Hall and the Rectory. The +Squire, who was esteemed as choleric +a gentleman as most in the county, +was the best-humoured fellow you +could imagine when you set him down +to whist opposite the sunny face of his +wife. You never heard one of these +incorrigible blunderers scold each +other; on the contrary, they only +laughed when they threw away the +game, with four by honours in their +hands. The utmost that was ever +said was a "Well, Harry, that was +the oddest trump of yours. Ho—ho—ho!" +or a "Bless me, Hazeldean—why, +they made three tricks, and you +had the ace in your hand all the time! +Ha—ha—ha!"</p> + +<p>Upon which occasions Captain Barnabas, +with great good humour, always +echoed both the Squire's ho—ho—ho! +and Mrs Hazeldean's ha—ha—ha!</p> + +<p>Not so the Parson. He had so +keen and sportsmanlike an interest in +the game, that even his adversaries' +mistakes ruffled him. And you would +hear him, with elevated voice and +agitated gestures, laying down the +law, quoting Hoyle, appealing to all +the powers of memory and common +sense against the very delinquencies +by which he was enriched—a waste of +eloquence that always heightened the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[Pg 408]</a></span> +hilarity of Mr and Mrs Hazeldean. +While these four were thus engaged, +Mrs Dale, who had come with her +husband despite her headache, sate on +the sofa beside Miss Jemima, or rather +beside Miss Jemima's Flimsey, which +had already secured the centre of the +sofa, and snarled at the very idea of +being disturbed. And Master Frank—at +a table by himself—was employed +sometimes in looking at his +pumps, and sometimes at Gilray's +Caricatures, with which his mother +had provided him for his intellectual +requirements. Mrs Dale, in +her heart, liked Miss Jemima better +than Mrs Hazeldean, of whom she +was rather in awe, notwithstanding +they had been little girls together, and +occasionally still called each other +Harry and Carry. But those tender +diminutives belonged to the "Dear" +genus, and were rarely employed by +the ladies, except at those times when—had +they been little girls still, and +the governess out of the way—they +would have slapped and pinched each +other. Mrs Dale was still a very +pretty woman, as Mrs Hazeldean was +still a very fine woman. Mrs Dale +painted in water colours and sang, and +made card-racks and pen-holders, and +was called an "elegant accomplished +woman." Mrs Hazeldean cast up the +Squire's accounts, wrote the best part +of his letters, kept a large establishment +in excellent order, and was +called "a clever, sensible woman." +Mrs Dale had headaches and nerves, +Mrs Hazeldean had neither nerves nor +headaches. Mrs Dale said, "Harry +had no real harm in her, but was certainly +very masculine." Mrs Hazeldean +said, "Carry would be a good +creature, but for her airs and graces." +Mrs Dale said Mrs Hazeldean was +"just made to be a country squire's +lady." Mrs Hazeldean said, "Mrs +Dale was the last person in the world +who ought to have been a parson's +wife." Carry, when she spoke of +Harry to a third person, said, "Dear +Mrs Hazeldean." Harry, when she +referred incidentally to Carry, said, +"Poor Mrs Dale." And now the +reader knows why Mrs Hazeldean +called Mrs Dale "poor," at least as +well as I do. For, after all, the word +belonged to that class in the female +vocabulary which may be called "obscure +significants," resembling the +Konx Ompax, which hath so puzzled +the inquirers into the Eleusinian Mysteries; +the application is rather to be +illustrated than the meaning to be +exactly explained.</p> + +<p>"That's really a sweet little dog of +yours, Jemima," said Mrs Dale, who +was embroidering the word <span class="smcap">Caroline</span> +on the border of a cambric pocket-handkerchief, +but edging a little farther +off, as she added, "he'll not bite, +will he?" "Dear me, no!" said Miss +Jemima; but (she added, in a confidential +whisper,) "don't say <i>he</i>—'tis a +lady dog!" "Oh," said Mrs Dale, edging +off still farther, as if that confession +of the creature's sex did not serve to +allay her apprehensions—"oh, then, +you carry your aversion to the gentlemen +even to lap-dogs—that is being +consistent indeed, Jemima!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima.</span>—"I had a gentleman +dog once—a pug!—they are +getting very scarce now. I thought +he was so fond of me—he snapped at +every one else;—the battles I fought +for him! Well, will you believe,—I +had been staying with my friend Miss +Smilecox at Cheltenham. Knowing +that William is so hasty, and his boots +are so thick, I trembled to think what +a kick might do. So, on coming here, +I left Buff—that was his name—with +Miss Smilecox." (A pause.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, looking up languidly.—"Well, +my love."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima.</span>—"Will you believe +it, I say, when I returned to Cheltenham, +only three months afterwards, +Miss Smilecox had seduced his affections +from me, and the ungrateful +creature did not even know me again. +A pug, too—yet people <i>say</i> pugs are +faithful!!! I am sure they ought to +be, nasty things. I have never had a +gentleman dog since—they are all +alike, believe me—heartless, selfish +creatures."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"Pugs? I dare say +they are!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima</span>, with spirit.—"<span class="smcap">Men!</span>—I +told you it was a gentleman +dog!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, apologetically.—"True, +my love, but the whole thing was so +mixed up!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima.</span>—"You saw that +cold-blooded case of Breach of Promise +of Marriage in the papers—an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[Pg 409]</a></span> +old wretch, too, of sixty-four. No age +makes them a bit better. And when +one thinks that the end of all flesh is +approaching, and that—"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, quickly, for she prefers +Miss Jemima's other hobby to that +black one upon which she is preparing +to precede the bier of the universe.—"Yes, +my love, we'll avoid that subject, +if you please. Mr Dale has his +own opinions, and it becomes me, you +know, as a parson's wife," (said smilingly; +Mrs Dale has as pretty a dimple +as any of Miss Jemima's, and makes +more of that one than Miss Jemima +of three,) "to agree with him—that +is, in theology."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima</span>, earnestly.—"But +the thing is so clear, if you would but +look into—"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, putting her hand on +Miss Jemima's lips playfully.—"Not +a word more. Pray, what do you +think of the Squire's tenant at the +Casino, Signor Riccabocca? An interesting +creature, is not he?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima.</span>—"Interesting! Not +to me. Interesting? Why is he interesting?"</p> + +<p>Mrs Dale is silent, and turns her +handkerchief in her pretty little white +hands, appearing to contemplate the +R in Caroline.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima</span>, half pettishly, half +coaxingly.—"Why is he interesting? +I scarcely ever looked at him; they say +he smokes, and never eats. Ugly, +too!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"Ugly—no. A fine +head—very like Dante's—but what is +beauty?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima.</span>—"Very true; what +is it indeed? Yes, as you say, I +think there is something interesting +about him; he looks melancholy, but +that may be because he is poor."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"It is astonishing how +little one feels poverty when one loves. +Charles and I were very poor once—before +the Squire——." Mrs Dale +paused, looked towards the Squire, +and murmured a blessing, the warmth +of which brought tears into her eyes. +"Yes," she added, after a pause, "we +were very poor, but we were happy +even then, more thanks to Charles +than to me," and tears from a new +source again dimmed those quick lively +eyes, as the little woman gazed +fondly on her husband, whose brows +were knit into a black frown over a +bad hand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima.</span>—"It is only those +horrid men who think of money as a +source of happiness. I should be the +last person to esteem a gentleman +less because he was poor."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"I wonder the Squire +does not ask Signor Riccabocca here +more often. Such an acquisition we +find him!"</p> + +<p>The Squire's voice from the card +table.—"Whom ought I to ask more +often, Mrs Dale?"</p> + +<p>Parson's voice impatiently.—"Come—come—come, +Squire: play to my +queen of diamonds—do!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire.</span>—"There, I trump it—pick +up the trick, Mrs H."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson.</span>—"Stop! stop! trump my +diamond?"</p> + +<p>The Captain, solemnly.—"Trick +turned—play on, Squire."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire.</span>—"The king of diamonds."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean.</span>—"Lord! Hazeldean—why, +that's the most barefaced +revoke—ha—ha—ha! trump the +queen of diamonds and play out the +king! well I never—ha—ha—ha!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Captain Barnabas</span>, in tenor.—"Ha, +ha, ha!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire.</span>—"And so I have, bless +my soul—ho, ho, ho!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Captain Barnabas</span>, in bass.—"Ho—ho—ho."</p> + +<p>Parson's voice raised, but drowned +by the laughter of his adversaries and +the firm clear tone of Captain Barnabas:—"Three +to our score!—game!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire</span>, wiping his eyes.—"No +help for it, Harry—deal for me! Whom +ought I to ask, Mrs Dale? (waxing +angry.) First time I ever heard the +hospitality of Hazeldean called in +question!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"My dear sir, I beg +a thousand pardons, but listeners—you +know the proverb."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire</span>, growling like a bear.—"I +hear nothing but proverbs ever since +we have had that Mounseer among +us. Please to speak plainly, marm."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, sliding into a little +temper at being thus roughly accosted.—"It +was of Mounseer, as you call +him, that I spoke, Mr Hazeldean."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire.</span>—"What! Rickeybockey?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, attempting the pure +Italian accentuation.—"Signor Riccabocca."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[Pg 410]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span>, slapping his cards on the +table in despair.—"Are we playing at +whist, or are we not?"</p> + +<p>The Squire, who is fourth player, +drops the king to Captain Higginbotham's +lead of the ace of hearts. Now +the Captain has left queen, knave, and +two other hearts—four trumps to the +queen and nothing to win a trick with +in the two other suits. This hand is +therefore precisely one of those in +which, especially after the fall of that +king of hearts in the adversary's hand, +it becomes a matter of reasonable +doubt whether to lead trumps or not. +The Captain hesitates, and not liking +to play out his good hearts with the +certainty of their being trumped by +the Squire, nor, on the other hand, +liking to open the other suits in which +he has not a card that can assist his +partner, resolves, as becomes a military +man, in such dilemma, to make a +bold push and lead out trumps, in the +chance of finding his partner strong, +and so bringing in his long suit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire</span>, taking advantage of the +much meditating pause made by the +Captain—"Mrs Dale, it is not my +fault. I have asked Rickeybockey—time +out of mind. But I suppose I am +not fine enough for those foreign chaps—he +won't come—that's all I know!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span>, aghast at seeing the Captain +play out trumps, of which he, Mr +Dale, has only two, wherewith he expects +to ruff the suit of spades of which +he has only one, (the cards all falling +in suits) while he has not a single other +chance of a trick in his hand.—"Really, +Squire, we had better give up playing +if you put out my partner in this extraordinary +way—jabber—jabber—jabber!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire.</span>—"Well, we must be good +children, Harry. What!—trumps, +Barney? Thank ye for that!" And +the Squire might well be grateful, for +the unfortunate adversary has led up +to ace king knave—with two other +trumps. Squire takes the Parson's +ten with his knave, and plays out ace +king; then, having cleared all the +trumps except the Captain's queen +and his own remaining two, leads off +tierce major in that very suit of spades +of which the Parson has only one,—and +the Captain, indeed, but two—forces +out the Captain's queen, and +wins the game in a canter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span>, with a look at the Captain +which might have become the awful +brows of Jove, when about to thunder.—"That, +I suppose, is the newfashioned +London play! In my time +the rule was 'First save the game, +then try to win it.'"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Captain.</span>—"Could not save it, sir."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span>, exploding.—"Not save +it!—two ruffs in my own hand—two +tricks certain till you took them out! +Monstrous! The rashest trump"—Seizes +the cards—spreads them on the +table, lip quivering, hands trembling—tries +to show how five tricks could +have been gained—(N.B. it is <i>short</i> +whist, which Captain Barnabas had +introduced at the Hall) can't make +out more than four—Captain smiles +triumphantly—Parson in a passion, +and not at all convinced, mixes all +the cards together again, and falling +back in his chair, groans, with tears +in his voice.—"The cruellest trump! +the most wanton cruelty!"</p> + +<p>The Hazeldeans in chorus.-"Ho—ho—ho! +Ha—ha—ha!"</p> + +<p>The Captain, who does not laugh +this time, and whose turn it is to +deal, shuffles the cards for the conquering +game of the rubber with as +much caution and prolixity as Fabius +might have employed in posting his +men. The Squire gets up to stretch +his legs, and, the insinuation against +his hospitality recurring to his +thoughts, calls out to his wife—"Write +to Rickeybockey to-morrow +yourself, Harry, and ask him to come +and spend two or three days here. +There, Mrs Dale, you hear me?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mrs Dale, putting her +hands to her ears in implied rebuke +at the loudness of the Squire's tone. +"My dear sir, do remember that I'm +a sad nervous creature."</p> + +<p>"Beg pardon," muttered Mr Hazeldean, +turning to his son, who, having +got tired of the caricatures, had fished +out for himself the great folio County +History, which was the only book in +the library that the Squire much +valued, and which he usually kept +under lock and key, in his study, +together with the field-books and +steward's accounts, but which he had +reluctantly taken into the drawing-room +that day, in order to oblige Captain +Higginbotham. For the Higginbothams—an +old Saxon family, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[Pg 411]</a></span> +the name evidently denotes—had +once possessed lands in that very +county. And the Captain—during his +visits to Hazeldean Hall—was regularly +in the habit of asking to look into +the County History, for the purpose +of refreshing his eyes, and renovating +his sense of ancestral dignity with the +following paragraph therein:—"To +the left of the village of Dunder, and +pleasantly situated in a hollow, lies +Botham Hall, the residence of the +ancient family of Higginbotham, as it +is now commonly called. Yet it appears +by the county rolls, and sundry +old deeds, that the family formerly +styled itself Higges, till, the Manor +House lying in Botham, they gradually +assumed the appellation of +Higges-in-botham, and in process of +time, yielding to the corruptions of +the vulgar, Higginbotham."</p> + +<p>"What, Frank! my County History!" +cried the Squire. "Mrs H. +he has got my County History!"</p> + +<p>"Well, Hazeldean, it is time he +should know something about the +County."</p> + +<p>"Ay, and History too," said Mrs +Dale, malevolently—for the little temper +was by no means blown over.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank.</span>—"I'll not hurt it, I assure +you, sir. But I'm very much interested +just at present."</p> + +<p>The <span class="smcap">Captain</span>, putting down the +cards to cut.—"You've got hold of +that passage about Botham Hall, page +706, eh?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank.</span>—"No; I was trying to +make out how far it is to Mr Leslie's +place, Rood Hall. Do you know, +mother?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean.</span>—"I can't say I +do. The Leslies don't mix with the +county; and Rood lies very much out +of the way."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank.</span>—"Why don't they mix +with the county?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean.</span>—"I believe +they are poor, and therefore I suppose +they are proud: they are an old family."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span>, thrumming on the table +with great impatience.—"Old fiddledee!—talking +of old families when the +cards have been shuffled this half +hour!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Captain Barnabas.</span>—"Will you +cut for your partner, ma'am?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire</span>, who has been listening to +Frank's inquiries with a musing air.—"Why +do you want to know the +distance to Rood Hall?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank</span>, rather hesitatingly.—"Because +Randal Leslie is there for the +holidays, sir."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson.</span>—"Your wife has cut for +you, Mr Hazeldean. I don't think it +was quite fair; and my partner has +turned up a deuce—deuce of hearts. +Please to come and play, if you <i>mean</i> +to play."</p> + +<p>The Squire returns to the table, and +in a few minutes the game is decided +by a dexterous finesse of the Captain +against the Hazeldeans. The clock +strikes ten: the servants enter with a +tray; the Squire counts up his own +and his wife's losings; and the Captain +and Parson divide sixteen shillings +between them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire.</span>—"There, Parson, I hope +now you'll be in a better humour. +You win enough out of us to set up a +coach and four."</p> + +<p>"Tut!" muttered the Parson; "at +the end of the year, I'm not a penny +the richer for it all."</p> + +<p>And, indeed, monstrous as that +assertion seemed, it was perfectly +true, for the Parson portioned out his +gains into three divisions. One-third +he gave to Mrs Dale, for her own +special pocket-money; what became +of the second third he never owned, +even to his better half—but certain it +was, that every time the Parson won +seven-and-sixpence, half-a-crown, +which nobody could account for, found +its way to the poor-box; while the +remaining third, the Parson, it is true, +openly and avowedly retained: but I +have no manner of doubt that, at the +year's end, it got to the poor quite as +safely as if it had been put into the box.</p> + +<p>The party had now gathered round +the tray, and were helping themselves +to wine and water, or wine without +water—except Frank, who still remained +poring over the map in the +County History, with his head leaning +on his hands, and his fingers plunged +in his hair.</p> + +<p>"Frank," said Mrs Hazeldean, "I +never saw you so studious before."</p> + +<p>Frank started up, and coloured, as +if ashamed of being accused of too +much study in anything.</p> + +<p>The <span class="smcap">Squire</span>, with a little embarrassment +in his voice.—"Pray, Frank,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[Pg 412]</a></span> +what do you know of Randal Leslie?"</p> + +<p>"Why, sir, he is at Eton."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a boy is he?" asked +Mrs Hazeldean.</p> + +<p>Frank hesitated, as if reflecting, +and then answered—"They say he +is the cleverest boy in the school. But +then he saps."</p> + +<p>"In other words," said Mr Dale, +with proper parsonic gravity, "he +understands that he was sent to school +to learn his lessons, and he learns +them. You call that sapping—I call +it doing his duty. But pray, who and +what is this Randal Leslie, that you +look so discomposed, Squire?"</p> + +<p>"Who and what is he?" repeated +the Squire, in a low growl. "Why, +you know, Mr Audley Egerton married +Miss Leslie the great heiress; +and this boy is a relation of hers. I +may say," added the Squire, "that +he is as near a relation of mine, for +his grandmother was a Hazeldean. +But all I know about the Leslies is, +that Mr Egerton, as I am told, having +no children of his own, took up young +Randal, (when his wife died, poor +woman,) pays for his schooling, and +has, I suppose, adopted the boy as his +heir. Quite welcome. Frank and I +want nothing from Mr Audley Egerton, +thank heaven."</p> + +<p>"I can well believe in your brother's +generosity to his wife's kindred," +said the Parson sturdily, "for +I am sure Mr Egerton is a man of +strong feeling."</p> + +<p>"What the deuce do you know about +Mr Egerton? I don't suppose you +could ever have even spoken to him."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the Parson, colouring +up, and looking confused, "I had +some conversation with him once;" +and observing the Squire's surprise, +he added—"when I was curate at +Lansmere—and about a painful business +connected with the family of one +of my parishioners."</p> + +<p>"Oh! one of your parishioners at +Lansmere—one of the constituents Mr +Audley Egerton threw over, after all +the pains I had taken to get him his +seat. Rather odd you should never +have mentioned this before, Mr Dale!"</p> + +<p>"My dear sir," said the Parson, +sinking his voice, and in a mild +tone of conciliatory expostulation, +"you are so irritable whenever Mr +Egerton's name is mentioned at +all."</p> + +<p>"Irritable!" exclaimed the Squire, +whose wrath had been long simmering, +and now fairly boiled over.—"Irritable, +sir! I should think so: a +man for whom I stood godfather at +the hustings, Mr Dale! a man for +whose sake I was called a 'prize ox,' +Mr Dale! a man for whom I was +hissed in a market-place, Mr Dale! a +man for whom I was shot at, in cold +blood, by an officer in his Majesty's +service, who lodged a ball in my right +shoulder, Mr Dale! a man who had +the ingratitude, after all this, to turn +his back on the landed interest—to +deny that there was any agricultural +distress in a year which broke three +of the best farmers I ever had, Mr +Dale!—a man, sir, who made a speech +on the Currency which was complimented +by Ricardo, a Jew! Good +heavens! a pretty parson you are, to +stand up for a fellow complimented by +a Jew! Nice ideas you must have of +Christianity. Irritable, sir!" now +fairly roared the Squire, adding to the +thunder of his voice the cloud of a +brow, which evinced a menacing ferocity +that might have done honour to +Bussy d'Amboise or Fighting Fitzgerald. +"Sir, if that man had not +been my own half-brother, I'd have +called him out. I have stood my +ground before now. I have had a ball +in my right shoulder. Sir, I'd have +called him out."</p> + +<p>"Mr Hazeldean! Mr Hazeldean! +I'm shocked at you," cried the Parson; +and, putting his lips close to the Squire's +ear, he went on in a whisper—"What +an example to your son! You'll have +him fighting duels one of these days, +and nobody to blame but yourself."</p> + +<p>This warning cooled Mr Hazeldean; +and, muttering, "Why the deuce did +you set me off?" he fell back into +his chair, and began to fan himself +with his pocket-handkerchief.</p> + +<p>The Parson skilfully and remorselessly +pursued the advantage he had +gained. "And now, that you may +have it in your power to show civility +and kindness to a boy whom Mr +Egerton has taken up, out of respect +to his wife's memory—a kinsman, +you say, of your own—and who has +never offended you—a boy whose +diligence in his studies proves him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[Pg 413]</a></span> +to be an excellent companion to +your son;—Frank," (here the Parson +raised his voice,) "I suppose you +wanted to call on young Leslie, as +you were studying the county map so +attentively?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yes," answered Frank, rather +timidly, "if my father did not +object to it. Leslie has been very +kind to me, though he is in the sixth +form, and, indeed, almost the head of +the school."</p> + +<p>"Ah," said Mrs Hazeldean, "one +studious boy has a fellow-feeling for +another; and though you enjoy your +holidays, Frank, I am sure you read +hard at school."</p> + +<p>Mrs Dale opened her eyes very +wide, and stared in astonishment.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean</span> retorted that look +with great animation. "Yes, Carry," +said she, tossing her head, "though +you may not think Frank clever, his +masters find him so. He got a prize +last half. That beautiful book, Frank—hold +up your head, my love—what +did you get it for?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank</span>, reluctantly.—"Verses, +ma'am."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean</span>, with triumph.—"Verses!—there, +Carry, verses!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank</span>, in a hurried tone.—"Yes, +but Leslie wrote them for me."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean</span>, recoiling.—"O +Frank! a prize for what another did +for you—that was mean."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank</span>, ingenuously.—"You can't +be more ashamed, mother, than I was +when they gave me the prize."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, though previously provoked +at being snubbed by Harry, +now showing the triumph of generosity +over temper.—"I beg your pardon, +Frank. Your mother must be as +proud of that shame as she was of the +prize."</p> + +<p>Mrs Hazeldean puts her arm round +Frank's neck, smiles beamingly on +Mrs Dale, and converses with her son +in a low tone about Randal Leslie. +Miss Jemima now approached Carry, +and said in an "aside,"—"But we +are forgetting poor Mr Riccabocca. +Mrs Hazeldean, though the dearest +creature in the world, has such a +blunt way of inviting people—don't +you think if you were to say a word +to him, Carry?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span> kindly, as she wraps her +shawl round her.—"Suppose you +write the note yourself. Meanwhile, I +shall see him, no doubt."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span>, putting his hand on the +Squire's shoulder.—"You forgive my +impertinence, my kind friend. We +parsons, you know, are apt to take +strange liberties, when we honour and +love folks, as I do you."</p> + +<p>"Pish!" said the Squire, but his +hearty smile came to his lips in +spite of himself.—"You always +get your own way, and I suppose +Frank must ride over and see this pet +of my—"</p> + +<p>"<i>Brother's</i>," quoth the Parson, concluding +the sentence in a tone which +gave to the sweet word so sweet a +sound that the Squire would not correct +the Parson, as he had been about +to correct himself.</p> + +<p>Mr Dale moved on; but as he passed +Captain Barnabas, the benignant +character of his countenance changed +sadly.</p> + +<p>"The cruellest trump, Captain +Higginbotham!" said he sternly, and +stalked by—majestic.</p> + +<p>The night was so fine that the +Parson and his wife, as they walked +home, made a little <i>détour</i> through the +shrubbery.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"I think I have done +a good piece of work to-night."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span>, rousing himself from a +reverie.—"Have you, Carry?—it will +be a very pretty handkerchief."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"Handkerchief!—nonsense, +dear. Don't you think it +would be a very happy thing for both, +if Jemima and Signor Riccabocca +could be brought together?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson.</span>—"Brought together!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"You do snap one up +so, my dear—I mean if I could make a +match of it."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson.</span>—"I think Riccabocca is +a match already, not only for Jemima, +but yourself into the bargain."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span>, smiling loftily.—"Well, +we shall see. Was not Jemima's +fortune about £4000?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson</span> dreamily, for he is relapsing +fast into his interrupted reverie;—"Ay—ay—I +daresay."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale.</span>—"And she must have +saved! I dare say it is nearly £6000 +by this time;—eh! Charles dear, you +really are so—good gracious, what's +that!"</p> + +<p>As Mrs Dale made this exclama<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[Pg 414]</a></span>tion, +they had just emerged from the +shrubbery, into the village green.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson.</span>—"What's what?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Dale</span> pinching her husband's +arm very nippingly.—"That thing—there—there."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Parson.</span>—"Only the new stocks, +Carry; I don't wonder they frighten +you, for you are a very sensible +woman. I only wish they would +frighten the Squire."</p> + + +<h3>CHAPTER XIII.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p><i>Supposed to be a letter from Mrs Hazeldean +to——Riccabocca, Esq., The +Casino; but edited, and indeed composed, +by Miss Jemima Hazeldean.</i></p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>"Dear Sir,—To a feeling heart it +must always be painful to give pain +to another, and (though I am sure unconsciously) +you have given the <i>greatest</i> +pain to poor Mr Hazeldean and +myself, indeed to <i>all</i> our little circle, +in so cruelly refusing our attempts to +become better acquainted with a +gentleman we so highly <span class="smcap">ESTEEM</span>. Do, +pray, dear sir, make us the <i>amende +honorable</i>, and give us the <i>pleasure</i> of +your company for a few days at the +Hall! May we expect you Saturday +next?—our dinner hour is six o'clock.</p> + +<p>"With the best compliments of Mr +and Miss Jemima Hazeldean,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"Believe me, my dear Sir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">yours truly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">H. H.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Hazeldean Hall.</span>"</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<p>Miss Jemima having carefully sealed +this note, which Mrs Hazeldean had +very willingly deputed her to write, +took it herself into the stable-yard, in +order to give the groom proper instructions +to wait for an answer. But +while she was speaking to the man, +Frank, equipped for riding with more +than his usual dandyism, came also +into the yard, calling for his pony in +a loud voice, and singling out the very +groom whom Miss Jemima was addressing—for, +indeed, he was the smartest +of all in the Squire's stables—told +him to saddle the grey pad, and accompany +the pony.</p> + +<p>"No, Frank," said Miss Jemima, +"you can't have George; your father +wants him to go on a message—you +can take Mat."</p> + +<p>"Mat, indeed!" said Frank, grumbling +with some reason; for Matt was a +surly old fellow, who tied a most +indefensible neckcloth, and always +contrived to have a great patch in his +boots;—besides, he called Frank +"Master," and obstinately refused to +trot down hill;—"Mat, indeed!—let +Mat take the message, and George go +with me."</p> + +<p>But Miss Jemima had also her +reasons for rejecting Mat. Mat's +foible was not servility, and he always +showed true English independence in +all houses where he was not invited +to take his ale in the servants' hall. +Mat might offend Signor Riccabocca, +and spoil all. An animated altercation +ensued, in the midst of which the +Squire and his wife entered the yard, +with the intention of driving in the +conjugal gig to the market town. The +matter was referred to the natural +umpire by both the contending parties.</p> + +<p>The Squire looked with great contempt +on his son. "And what do +you want a groom at all for? Are you +afraid of tumbling off the pony?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank.</span>—"No, sir; but I like to go +as a gentleman, when I pay a visit to +a gentleman!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire</span>, in high wrath.—"You +precious puppy! I think I'm as good +a gentleman as you, any day, and I +should like to know when you ever +saw me ride to call on a neighbour, +with a fellow jingling at my heels, +like that upstart Ned Spankie, whose +father kept a cotton-mill. First time +I ever heard of a Hazeldean thinking +a livery-coat was necessary to prove +his gentility!"</p> + +<p>Mrs <span class="smcap">Hazeldean</span> observing Frank +colouring, and about to reply.—"Hush, +Frank, never answer your +father,—and you are going to call on +Mr Leslie?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Ma'am, and I am very much +obliged to my father for letting me," +said Frank, taking the Squire's hand.</p> + +<p>"Well, but Frank," continued Mrs +Hazeldean, "I think you heard +that the Leslies were very poor."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank.</span>—"Eh, mother?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean.</span>—"And would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[Pg 415]</a></span> +you run the chance of wounding the +pride of a gentleman, as well born as +yourself, by affecting any show of +being richer than he is?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire</span> with great admiration.—"Harry, +I'd give £10 to have said +that!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Frank</span>, leaving the Squire's hand +to take his mother's.—"You're quite +right, mother—nothing could be more +<i>snobbish</i>!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Squire.</span>—"Give us your fist too, +sir; you'll be a chip of the old block, +after all."</p> + +<p>Frank smiled, and walked off to his +pony.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean</span> to Miss Jemima.—"Is +that the note you were to write +for me?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima.</span>—"Yes, I supposed +you did not care about seeing it, so I +have sealed it, and given it to +George."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean.</span>—"But Frank +will pass close by the Casino on his +way to the Leslies'. It may be more +civil if he leaves the note himself."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Jemima</span> hesitatingly.—"Do +you think so?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs Hazeldean.</span>—"Yes, certainly. +Frank—Frank—as you pass +by the Casino, call on Mr Riccabocca, +give this note, and say we +shall be heartily glad if he will +come."</p> + +<p>Frank nods.</p> + +<p>"Stop a bit," cried the Squire. "If +Rickeybockey's at home, 'tis ten to one +if he don't ask you to take a glass of +wine! If he does, mind, 'tis worse +than asking you to take a turn on the +rack. Faugh! you remember, Harry?—I +thought it was all up with me."</p> + +<p>"Yes," cried Mrs Hazeldean, "for +heaven's sake, not a drop! Wine +indeed!"</p> + +<p>"Don't talk of it," cried the Squire, +making a wry face.</p> + +<p>"I'll take care, sir!" said Frank, +laughing as he disappeared within the +stable, followed by Miss Jemima, who +now coaxingly makes it up with him, +and does not leave off her admonitions +to be extremely polite to the +poor foreign gentleman, till Frank +gets his foot into the stirrup; and +the pony, who knows whom he has got +to deal with, gives a preparatory +plunge or two, and then darts out of +the yard.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="MILITARY_LIFE_IN_NORTH_AFRICA16" id="MILITARY_LIFE_IN_NORTH_AFRICA16">MILITARY LIFE IN NORTH AFRICA.</a><a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></h2> + +<p>In days of national antipathy, +now happily bygone, it was a vulgar +English prejudice that Frenchmen +were great only as cooks and dancing-masters. +In popular belief, the +fiddle and the frying-pan were their +insignia, pirouettes and fricassees +their highest achievements. Peace +and steam have exploded these exaggerated +notions in the minds even of +the least intelligent. They would be +inexcusable in the days of cheap excursions +to Paris and electric telegraphs +beneath the billows of the +Channel. Moreover, Englishmen have +learned to rival what they once contemned; +native talent has been encouraged; +Britain glories in cooks +who will lower their culinary flag to +no foreign kickshaw-compounder that +ever stirred a sauce or frothed a <i>soufflé</i>; +and in professors of the choregraphic +who would scorn to be excelled by any +Gaul that ever carried a kit. A higher +standard has been fixed for the capacity +of Frenchmen. Rivalled in cookery +and capers, their claims are admitted +to first-rate excellence in two nobler +sciences—the military, namely, and +the dramatic. Sometimes they unite +the two. Witness Napoleon, the +greatest warrior and most consummate +actor France can boast. Certainly +Frenchmen show nowhere to such advantage +as on the stage or in the field, +by the light of the foot-lamps or +through the smoke of the bivouac. +So strongly, indeed, are they imbued +with the military and dramatic essences, +that these are continually perceptible +when they are engaged in +pursuits of a most opposite character. +The conscription and national-guard +system give to the whole nation a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[Pg 416]</a></span>martial tinge, from which the most +pacific callings are no preservative. +In France, men whose existence passes +in the measurement of calico or the +parcelling of groceries, often seem, in +tone, costume, and mustache, to pertain +to the camp rather than the +counter. And in the gravest occupations, +as in the most commonplace +passages of life, a large majority of +Frenchmen appear to us English to +be continually acting. Their love of +effect, contrast, and epigram, gives a +theatrical air to their most ordinary +as to their most important proceedings. +Nations, like individuals, view +each other through their own peculiar +spectacles; and the French are as much +struck and amused with English +phlegm and reserve as we are with +their vehemence, gesticulations, and +demonstrativeness. We are not, however, +here preluding to a dissertation +on national character, but to a notice +of some pleasant military sketches by +a French officer. We have the highest +opinion of Frenchmen as soldiers, +not merely on account of their bravery, +which is universally admitted—by +none more freely than by those who +have fought and beaten them—but by +reason of their many other excellent +military qualities—of their discipline, +temperance, subordination, and of +that sentiment of soldierly honour +which we believe to pervade the +French troops to an extent never exceeded, +and rarely equalled, in any +other European army. The works of +our own military historians abound +with traits of French chivalry and +heroism, as they also do with acknowledgments +of their peculiar aptitude +for war, of their cheerfulness on the +march, their patience under privations, +their skill—and this is no slight virtue +in soldiers—in shifting for themselves, +and making the most of a bad bivouac, +uncomfortable quarters, or a scanty +ration. All these qualities are well +displayed in M. de Castellane's +sketches of French military life. The +date of his campaigns is recent, the +scene Africa; his opponents were +Arabs and Kabyles; his comrades, +Spahis, Zouaves, Chasseurs d'Orleans, +and Chasseurs d'Afrique. To some, a +brief explanation of these terms may +be useful. Spahis are Arab cavalry +in the French service, officered by +Frenchmen, and with an admixture +of European soldiers in the ranks. +The Zouaves are a crack infantry +corps, similarly composed, and attired, +like the Spahis, in Oriental costume. +The Chasseurs of Orleans are light infantry, +wonderfully active, and wearing +dark uniforms. Finally, the Chasseurs +of Africa are a very fine body of +French cavalry, raised expressly for +African service, dressed in light blue, +well mounted, and armed with carbine +and sabre, some with lances. Like the +Zouaves, this last-named corps is a +favourite with adventurous volunteers, +ambitious of distinction and the epaulet. +In its fourth squadron, the author +of these sketches held an officer's +commission. He writes like a gentleman +and a soldier; his style is pointed +and to the purpose, and free from +egotism and affectation. He himself +shared in some of the warlike episodes +he tells of; others are derived from +the verbal or written narratives of his +comrades. They comprise a great +variety of details, and fully initiate us +into the phases of a soldier's life in +Africa. Numerous as are the works, +French, English, and German, of +which French conquest and colonisation +in Africa have furnished the +theme, there was still abundant room +for this one, taking up, as it does, that +branch of the subject which writers +generally have had least opportunity +of appreciating—the joys and sorrows, +hardships and exploits, perils and sufferings, +of the French soldier in Algeria. +A fresh interest is also imparted +to it by the prominent part lately and +still taken in public affairs in France +by men who have risen into distinction +through their valour and military +talents during the long struggle with +the Arabs. Comparatively inattentive +as we in England were to the razzias +and skirmishes of the African campaigns, +the names of Changarnier, +Cavaignac, and Lamoricière can hardly +be said to have dwelt in our memories +until revolution and civil strife in their +own country brought them to the +front. It now is interesting to revert +to those earlier days of their career, +when they fought the Bedouin on the +arid plains and in the perilous defiles +of North Africa, fostering in that +rough school the sternness and tenacity +of character which they since have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[Pg 417]</a></span> +more than once had occasion usefully +to display amidst the turmoil of domestic +discord.</p> + +<p>"At four days' march from Milianah," +says M. de Castellane, "in +the heart of the valley of the Cheliff, +stand some old Roman walls, bearing +mute testimony to the power of the +ancient rulers of the land. At the +foot of these walls, not far from tracts +of stubble and dried herbs, delicious +gardens and orchards, orange and +pomegranate trees, and limpid springs, +invite a halt; whilst luxuriant vines, +trailing from branch to branch, form +bowers of verdure, and offer delightful +shelter to the fatigued wayfarer. +It was at this spot that General +Changarnier's column, consisting of +twelve hundred infantry, three hundred +regular cavalry, and four hundred +Arab horsemen, was reposing, +in the month of September 1842, +from its numerous expeditions under +a burning sun, protecting by its presence +the tribes that had recently +made their submission, and giving +the <i>aman</i> to those numerous ones +which came to implore it.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> The +column had been for some time at +<i>El-Arour</i>, (the name of these gardens), +when a letter reached the camp from +our Aga in the south. Menaced by +Abd-el-Kader, Ahmeur-ben-Ferrah +asked succour of General Changarnier, +entreating him to arrive speedily if +he did not wish soon to learn the +ruin and massacre of the tribes to +whom France owed protection. It +was of the utmost importance to go +quickly to his assistance. To pass +by Milianah was to lengthen the +journey four days; through the +mountains, on the other hand, in +two marches they would be near +enough to support him. The tribes +seemed peacefully disposed. The +Arab chiefs assured the French that +not a shot would be fired at them. +They spoke of a very difficult defile, +but two hours, they said, would take +the troops through it. Besides, it +was dangerous only in case of hostility +from the tribes adjacent to the +river, whose chiefs, only the evening +before, had visited the camp in friendship. +Finally, the general had +under his orders Zouaves, Chasseurs +of Orleans, and Chasseurs of Africa, +commanded by Colonel Cavaignac, +Major Forey, and Colonel Morris. +With such valiant troops, and such +lieutenants, no danger was to be +dreaded; General Changarnier's decision +was soon taken; he would pass +through the mountains."</p> + +<p>On the 17th of the month the +little band set out, marched the 18th, +receiving the submission of several +tribes, and early on the morning of +the 19th reached the Oued-Foddha +river. There a halt of some duration +was ordered, preparatory to entering +the defile through which the river +flows. The cavalry and a small +party of infantry went out foraging. +Presently, a well-sustained fire of +musketry was heard, and an officer, +sent to reconnoitre, saw the foragers +defending themselves bravely against +a host of white-draped Kabyles, +headed by officers of the Arab +regulars, dressed in red, who ran +from group to group, exciting the +men to the combat. This furious +attack was rather a contrast with +the peaceable passage promised by +the Arab chiefs. But retreat could +not be thought of. It would be a +signal for the spread and consolidation +of the revolt, and would occasion +as much loss of life as a forward +movement. The order was given to +march, and the head of the column +plunged boldly into the frightful gorge +of the Oued-Foddha.</p> + +<p>"Meanwhile, on the right (the +left bank of the river, for they were +marching southwards, whilst the +Oued-Foddha flows towards the +north,) Captain Ribain's company of +Chasseurs d'Orleans, sent to cover the +foraging, steadily retired upon the +column; from brushwood to brushwood, +from tree to tree, each man +retreated, seeking a favourable position, +a good ambuscade; and often +the same obstacle concealed a Kabyle +on one side, and a chasseur on the +other, each seeking an opportunity to +kill his opponent. When they reached +the last platform the bugle sounded +the gymnastic step, and forthwith +the chasseurs, rolling and sliding +down the slopes, rapidly rejoined the +rearguard, now about to enter the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[Pg 418]</a></span>pass. The real combat was beginning; +already the Kabyles shouted +from the summits on either hand, +'You have entered your tomb, and +will never leave it:' but they reckoned +without our soldiers, without +the chief who commanded them. +Calm, impassible, General Changarnier +rode with the rearguard, wrapped +in his little <i>caban</i> of white wool,<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> +a target for every bullet, giving his +orders with a coolness and precision +that reassured the troops and +redoubled their ardour. A description +of the ground is essential to a +clear comprehension of this terrible +struggle. A hundred feet wide of +sandy soil, furrowed by the bed of +the torrent, was the ground they +fought upon; right and left were +steep slaty precipices, fringed with +pine-trees; from the peaks of the +mountains, which towered like obelisks, +the balls poured down: such +was the theatre of the combat. Imagine +this ravine, these rocks, these +mountains, covered with a multitude +exciting themselves by their own yells, +intoxicating themselves with the smell +of powder, blind to danger, and rushing +upon a handful of men, who opposed +the coolness of energy, and the +regular action of discipline, to their +disorderly fury. But never for a +moment did our soldiers cease to be +worthily commanded. The officers +set the example; the chief had not +hesitated an instant, but had at once +made up his mind, and imparted to +his troops his own promptitude and +decision. His plan was to march +quickly, so as to pass the peaks, +which were separated by impenetrable +ravines, before the mass of +Kabyles could get from one to the +other: to effect this he occupied one +of those positions indispensable to +the safety of the column; and the +rearguard, when too hard pressed, +extricated itself by vigorous charges +with the bayonet.</p> + +<p>"Fortunately the tribes to the east +did not take part in the attack, so +that the defence was at first confined +to the right. Nevertheless, the +column was advancing with difficulty, +when it reached one of those passages +that must be occupied. Some +rocky precipices impended over the +bed of the river, in front of a marabout +or tomb, surrounded by lentisk +trees; the rifle company of the Chasseurs +d'Orleans were ordered to take +these rocks; they sprang forward, +full of ardour, but the steeps were +frightful, and a week's provisions are +a heavy load. Their lieutenant, +Ricot, who had rushed forward without +looking whether he was followed, +was the first upon the platform. Two +balls pierced his breast. Lieutenant +Martin and two men, hastening to +his assistance, were likewise shot +down. The surviving officer, hurrying +in their footsteps, was checked by a +terrible wound. The company, deprived +of their officers and sergeant +major, and exposed, without guide or +leader, to a storm of bullets, was +compelled to retreat, rescuing M. +Martin, who was still alive. The +other wounded were torn to pieces in +sight of the column, amidst the ferocious +cries of the Kabyles.</p> + +<p>"The General immediately ordered a +halt; the Zouaves and three companies +of the Chasseurs of Orleans were to +assault the position, whilst the cavalry +drove back the enemy in the bed of +the river. The charge was sounded, +with Colonel Cavaignac and Major +Forey at the head of the troops; the +General sprang forward and surmounted +the steep flanks of the mountain, +closely followed by his eager soldiers. +Fury was at its height, and the struggle +terrible. M. Laplanche, a staff +officer attached to the Zouaves, was +killed, a major had his horse killed, a +captain his epaulet shot off; the +General himself was indebted for his +life to a bugler, who killed a Kabyle +whose musket-muzzle was at his +breast. At last we were masters of +the position. In the river the charge +of cavalry had also been completely +successful: numerous dead bodies lay +there, including some of women, who +threw themselves on our soldiers, +mixed with the Kabyles, fighting like +men, and cutting off, for bloody trophies, +the heads of the slain.</p> + +<p>"These two vigorous offensive +movements procured us a little respite; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[Pg 419]</a></span>soon, however, the combat was +renewed with fresh ardour. The +officers, foremost in danger, were also +the first hit. Five officers of Zouaves, +three of the Chasseurs d'Orleans, had +already fallen, and it was but the +middle of the day. Colonel Cavaignac, +with his Zouaves, persisted in +revenging his officers. It was no longer +courage, but fury; every man was +worth a score, and seemed to multiply +himself to face all perils. As to the +General, the bullets and the danger +only increased his audacious coolness; +his eyes beamed, and wherever he +passed he inspired all with new +energy. Amidst the noise of the +musketry, which the mountain echoes +repeated like the howling of a storm, +the column advanced; the cavalry +marching in front, with orders to halt, +towards nightfall, in the first favourable +position.</p> + +<p>"The troops had reached a spot +where the two lofty banks of the +ravine, bending inwards, again left +but a narrow passage. Both banks +were now occupied by the Kabyles; +and whilst two companies were sent +to repel them on the left, Captain +Ribains, with a detachment of Chasseurs +d'Orleans, was ordered to occupy +the right-hand position. It was a +vertical cascade of rocks and slaty +soil, covered with firs and brushwood; +a rivulet flowed across and soaked +the ground, upon its way to the river. +The captain dislodged the Arabs, +occupied the position, thus assuring +the free passage of the column; but, +when he would have rejoined the +main body, the Kabyles threw themselves +upon his little band. A few +men, the foremost files, tried to descend +in a straight line; their feet +slipped upon the slope, rendered +slippery by the water, and nine of +them were precipitated from an elevation +of eighty feet. They rolled +from rock to rock, from cliff to cliff, +trying, but in vain, to cling to the +bushes, and fell at last into the bed +of the river. The rest of the company +had inclined to the right towards a ravine, +letting themselves drop from tree +to tree, to rejoin the column. One +soldier, Calmette by name, separated +from his comrades and surrounded by +Kabyles, was driven to the brink of the +precipice. With his rifle he shot down +one, two others fell by his bayonet; +then, finding that he must fall, he +seized two Kabyles, and sought to +avenge his fate by making them share +it. The rock was perpendicular; they +fell from its summit, and, by unheard +of good luck, the Kabyle to whom +the chasseur most closely clung fell +under him, and by his death saved +his enemy's life. As to Captain +Ribains, he was descending last of all, +and seemed to defy the hostile bullets, +when three Kabyles rushed upon +him, fired, and fractured his shoulder. +Fortunately his men managed to carry +him off. All who witnessed still remember +his being borne past the General, +who congratulated him on his glorious +conduct; his energetic countenance expressed +the legitimate pride of duty +done, and blood nobly poured out."</p> + +<p>At last night approached, and the +bivouac was established at a place +where the bed of the river expanded. +Tents were pitched for the General +and the wounded; the soldiers received +fresh ammunition; a battalion +was ordered to march, in profound +silence, at two in the morning, to +occupy the heights along the river +bank, by which the morrow's march +would lead. The French, still excited +by the contest, conversed eagerly +round their bivouac fires. Their +Arab allies were discouraged, and sat +gloomily beside their saddled horses, +wrapped in their <i>burnous</i> and without +fire. There were but three surgeons +in the camp, and their hands were +full. Most of the wounds had been +received at the musket's muzzle, and +were very painful. Eight amputations +took place during the night. The +quarter of the bivouac where the hospital +was established, resounded with +groans and cries of anguish. Examples +of heroic endurance were not +wanting. "For three quarters of an +hour the chief surgeon probed and +tortured the arm of Captain Ribains, +saving the limb by his skill. During +this long operation, the captain, seated +on a biscuit box, amidst the dead and +dying, showed as much fortitude as he +had previously displayed courage. Not +a complaint did he utter; only, from +time to time, he could not help turning +to the surgeon and saying—'Really, +doctor, you hurt me.' Amongst +the wounded of the 4th Chasseurs<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[Pg 420]</a></span> +d'Afrique was a soldier named Cayeux. +Feeling his death approach, he sent +for his captain. After giving him a +last message for his mother: 'Give +my thanks, also,' said the soldier, 'to +Colonel Tartas; he is a good man—he +has always loved those he commanded; +tell him that one of his +soldiers thanks him with his dying +breath.'" An affecting trait, honourable +alike to soldier and to chief. +There was much to do that night: it +was all done, and well done. Litters +were required for the wounded: trees +were cut down, and the litters were +made. The dead were to be buried: +an hour before daybreak they were +collected; a detachment of engineers, +diverting the course of the stream, dug +a hole, in which the bodies were deposited, +and over which the water was +again allowed to flow. This was to +protect the corpses from Kabyle profanation. +At dawn the march was +resumed, amidst the shouts of the +Kabyles, summoning each other to +the massacre of the French. Their +surprise and rage were excessive on +finding the positions along the line of +march all occupied. Notwithstanding +the disadvantage of ground, the French +now had the best of it, and several +times during that day's march they +turned upon their pursuers with terrible +effect, the Zouaves especially +distinguishing themselves. "After +one of these rallies, they passed, to +the great joy of all, through some +magnificent vines, and quenched their +thirst with the ripe grapes—the +General himself, to whom the soldiers +hastened to offer the first-fruits of the +vintage, setting the example. Just +then Colonel Cavaignac passed by. +'Here, my dear colonel,' said General +Changarnier, offering him a splendid +bunch of grapes, 'you must need +refreshment after such glorious fatigues.' +And they fell into chat, the +balls falling thickly around them, until +Colonel Cavaignac was called away +to one of his captains, shot down at a +few paces' distance, and who wished +to recommend to him his mother and +sister, and to give him his cross of +officer of the Legion of Honour."</p> + +<p>A short time brought the column +out of the defile upon ground which, +although mountainous, appeared by +contrast an open plain, and where the +cavalry could act with advantage. +The Kabyles were beaten off; and +the next day halt was made, to rest +the men, look after the wounded, and +execute a plan of reprisals devised by +Changarnier. His spies had informed +him where the flocks and families of +his late antagonists were assembled. +A razzia was ordered in the night, +and its result was eight hundred prisoners +and twelve thousand head of +cattle. Thus encumbered with captives, +spoil, and wounded, the little +band, which originally numbered +barely two thousand men, now notably +reduced by two days' severe +fighting, completed a march of fifty +leagues, to the utter astonishment of +the natives, who could not believe +that such a handful of troops had +made their way, amidst the storm of +Kabyle bullets, through those terrible +ravines, which the Arabs designate +the defiles of death. The affair of the +Oued-Foddha is still celebrated in the +French army as one of the most heroic +achievements of the African war. All +who were engaged did their duty +well, taking example from their commander, +of whom M. de Castellane +speaks in the highest terms. Eight +months after this affair the Kabyles +had made their submission, and the +war was at an end in the province—for +a time, at least. General Changarnier +was about to return to France. +M. de Castellane accompanied him to +the coast.</p> + +<p>"I well remember that, on our road +from Milianah to Algiers, the Arab +chiefs came to greet him on his passage, +and amongst them I met an old +Caïd of the Hadjouts, whom I had +known at Blidah. We spoke of the +numerous razzias and nocturnal expeditions +that had destroyed his warlike +tribe. 'His name, with us,' he said +to me, speaking of General Changarnier, +'signifies the <i>subduer of pride, +the conqueror of enemies</i>;<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> and he has +justified his name.' Then pointing to +the long line of mountains which +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[Pg 421]</a></span>border the Mitidja from Chenouan to +the sea, 'When the storm comes,' he +continued, 'the lightning runs in an +instant along all those mountains, +penetrating their inmost recesses. +Thus did his glance discover us. And +when he had seen us, the bullet +reaches not its aim more rapidly!' +The old Arab spoke the truth. General +Changarnier's characteristics are +a quick and sound judgment, and +dauntless energy: he knows how to +command. His courage rises with +danger; then, if you approach him, +his vigour communicates itself to you, +and you cannot doubt of success. At +Constantina he first distinguished +himself, and since then he has never +for a day been inferior to the glorious +reputation he there acquired. If ever +you find yourself at the bivouac, or +under the soldier's little tent, with +one of those old African bands, get +them to talk to you of their numerous +expeditions under his orders, and you +will see what they say of him."</p> + +<p>It was in March 1843 that M. de +Castellane and some other officers left +Algiers for Blidah, there to join +General Changarnier, and commence, +under his orders, a campaign in the +interior. Their mid-day halt was at +Bouffarik, an unwholesome town, frequently +ravaged by fever, but which, +nevertheless, enjoys a certain degree +of prosperity, due to its central position. +Here they refreshed themselves, +according to invariable custom, at the +celebrated coffee-house of <i>la Mère +Gaspard</i>, a veteran sutler, who, after +following the drum ever since the +first landing of the French in 1830, +had wearied of wandering, and pitched +her tent at Bouffarik. There she +greatly prospered, and in a few years +had land of her own, a splendid hotel +and coffee-house. "The place was +adorned with paintings, marbles, and +mirrors, and especially with some very +fine engravings from Horace Vernet's +pictures, which had been placed there +by the hand of the celebrated artist. +One day, dying of thirst, Vernet +alighted at Mother Gaspard's. There +he was offered drink, and land to buy. +He drank and he bought some land, +but, when signing the bargain, he +perceived that the walls were covered +with wretched lithographs after his +pictures. Like a good neighbour, he +promised to send the engravings, and +he kept his word. Mother Gaspard, +proud of the gift, never fails to relate +the incident, and in my turn I repeat +the tale." Between Bouffarik and +Blidah, the traveller comes to a monument +erected in honour of a sergeant +and fifteen men who perished there in +1840. They and five others were +escorting the post-bag from Bouffarik, +when they were set upon by some +four hundred mounted Arabs. Forming +a miniature square, they made a +valiant defence, but five only survived +when a squadron of Spahis came to +the rescue.</p> + +<p>At Blidah, a perfect labyrinth of +streets, squares and lanes, the travellers +were greatly puzzled to find the +General's quarters, when an obliging +Arab volunteered to guide them to the +residence of the <i>Changarlo</i>. It was +a very humble habitation for the commander +of a great province. A single +sentry stood at the door; a great fig +tree, the refuge of countless pigeons, +shot up in the middle of the court; a +small chamber, the only one upon the +first floor, was the General's sleeping +room; upon the ground floor, a large +apartment answered the double purpose +of orderly-room and of an aide-de-camp's +bed-chamber. Two tolerably +furnished rooms were allotted to +visitors. At Blidah, as in camp, +General Changarnier's hospitality was +proverbial, even amongst the Arabs. +M. de Castellane and his comrades +found a cordial reception. But they +were not long to enjoy themselves +beneath the shadow of the General's +fig-tree. The march was ordered for +the next morning; Blidah's quiet +streets and unfrequented shops swarmed +with soldiers, providing themselves +with coffee and tobacco, and such +other comforts as their pocket-money +allowed. The French soldier receives +twopence half-penny every five days—no +great fund for luxuries. On all +sides, fatigue-parties were hurrying +to the stores; and at night, until +tattoo was beaten, every wine-house, +was thronged for a parting carouse. +At daybreak, with well-packed +knapsacks and a week's rations on +their backs, the column set out for +Milianah. No apprehensions of perils +or fatigues ruffled their joyous humour. +They were all old soldiers, hardened<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[Pg 422]</a></span> +in many campaigns; and besides, as +they themselves said, in their barrack-room +style, "with Changarnier there +is always a smell of mutton." The +allusion was to the numerous flocks +they had captured under his orders. +The success of his frequent razzias +had made the saying proverbial +amongst the troops. "On the 13th +June 1849, the sixth battalion of +Chasseurs, who had so long served +under General Changarnier in Africa, +having received orders to charge the +insurgents in the streets of Paris, set +off laughing and repeating to each +other, to the great astonishment of +the national guards, the old African +proverb: 'This smells of mutton.'"</p> + +<p>The town of Milianah had twice +been preserved to the French by the +skill and enterprise of General Changarnier. +In June 1840, that officer +was colonel of the 2d Light Infantry, +a regiment celebrated in African +annals, and whose exploits have been +repeatedly recorded on the canvass of +Horace Vernet. The French army, +commanded by Marshal Valée, was +assembled, exhausted by many +fatigues, beneath the walls of Medeah. +Milianah, then but recently occupied +by the French, was in want of provisions. +All the generals deemed its +relief impossible; the distance was +too great, the men were too weary. +Colonel Changarnier thought otherwise, +and volunteered the service. By +a march of twenty-four leagues in +thirty hours, he evaded the enemy +and accomplished his task, returning +to Medeah four days afterwards, to +receive the congratulations of the +whole army. The stores and succours +thus thrown into Milianah +would suffice, it was hoped and expected, +until the end of the autumn. +But the hot season brought sickness +in its train; vermin destroyed part of +the provisions; the cattle died: famine +was imminent.</p> + +<p>"Pent up within the ramparts and +hard pressed by hunger, the soldiers +ate whatever they could lay hands +upon, even boiling and devouring +weeds and mallows. This unwholesome +nourishment, acting on the brain, +induced nostalgia and suicide. Of +twelve hundred men, seven hundred +and fifty had perished; four hundred +were in hospital, the others were little +better than invalids, and had hardly +strength to carry their muskets. The +officers themselves were obliged to +stand sentry, and the fatal day was +near at hand when, for want of +defenders, the town must be taken. +No letters, no news—the spies had all +been killed. At last a despatch from +the governor escaped the Arabs, and +intelligence reached Algiers of the sad +condition of the garrison. Colonel +Changarnier, who had become general +since his first relief of Milianah, had +increased, by further feats, his reputation +for skill and audacity, and to him +Marshal Valée again had recourse. +Only two thousand men could be +spared, wherewith to brave the attacks +of the whole forces of Abd-el-Kader, +who then had scarcely passed +the zenith of his power. But Changarnier +did not hesitate. The greater +the peril, the more glorious the success."</p> + +<p>By spreading reports of a march in +a contrary direction, the daring leader +gained a day upon the enemy, and +then cut his way to Milianah, reaching +it in time to save the remnant of the +unfortunate garrison. But three +years had greatly changed the aspect +of affairs; and when M. de Castellane +reached Milianah in 1843, he found +five thousand effective soldiers waiting +the orders of Changarnier. There +ensued a period of idleness for the +men, but of great activity for the +General and staff. The plan of campaign +was to be sketched out; information +was to be obtained concerning +the nature of the country.</p> + +<p>"Everyday the Aga of the Beni-Menacers, +Ben-Tifour, came to the +General's quarters with men of his +tribe, and there, by dint of questioning, +by asking the same things ten times +over and of ten different individuals, +the chief of the province succeeded in +obtaining exact notions of the country, +the halting places, the water, the +bivouacs. During this time a constant +communication was kept up with +Cherchell by means of spies. Some +of the letters sent cost five hundred +francs postage, for the carriers risked +their lives. At last, after mature reflection, +the General's plan was decided +upon and written down; and his +orders were given with that clearness +and precision which leaves no doubt +or ambiguity. This was one of General<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[Pg 423]</a></span> +Changarnier's characteristics. With +him obedience was always easy, because +the duty was never doubtful."</p> + +<p>At Milianah the French officers had +a club, a pleasant pavilion in the +middle of a garden. A library and a +coffee house were attached to it. For +evening amusement there was the +theatre. Ay, a theatre at Milianah! +How could Frenchmen, even in the +heart of Algeria, exist without a +vaudeville? The soldiers were actors. +The <i>vivandières</i> lent their caps and +gowns to dress up the female characters. +"I well remember," says M. +de Castellane, "seeing <i>Le Caporal et +la Payse</i> played at Milianah. The +Dejazet of the company, a mettlesome +<i>Artémise</i>, excited the laughter of the +whole audience, even that of General +Changarnier, who often attended the +performance, in his box of painted +paper. It is impossible to say how +much these amusements, which some +may deem futile, contributed to keep +up the spirits of the troops, and to +dispel those gloomy ideas which in +Africa are often the forerunners of +nostalgia and death."</p> + +<p>Not all these diversions and resources, +however, could reconcile M. +de Castellane to a fortnight's halt at +Milianah. He beguiled his anxiety +for action by researches into the history +of certain Arab tribes. The +three principal families of Milianah +were those of Omar, Sidi-Embarek, +and Ouled-ben-Yousef. At that time, +Sidi-Embarek was organising amongst +the Kabyles a vigorous resistance to +the French, to whom Omar was +friendly. The recent annals of the +Omars are highly curious, and form a +chapter of the purest Oriental romance. +In the valley of the Cheliff, "at Oued-Boutan, +the new Hakem of the town +of Milianah, Omar Pacha, of the +illustrious family of the pacha of that +name, was waiting for us. There we +had a fresh proof of the deep traces +the Turks have left in this country. +After more than thirteen years, the +remembrance of them is still so lively +amongst the people, that the son of +the Pacha Omar was surrounded by +the respect of all these chiefs as in +the day of his family's power."</p> + +<p>"The most celebrated of the Omars +was one of those Turkish soldiers, +each one of whom may say, when he +dons the uniform—'If it is written, +I shall be a pacha!' Mehemet Ali, +putting into Metelin on his way to +Egypt, met Omar, whose brother had +for some years past held high office +under the Pacha of Algiers. Mehemet +Ali and Omar formed a close friendship, +and set out together to seek +their fortune, but scarcely had they +reached Egypt when Omar received +a letter from his brother Mahomed, +summoning him to his side. The two +friends parted, with a vow that the +first who succeeded in life should +share his prosperity with the other. +At Oran, where his brother had become +Caliphate of the Bey, Omar's +fine figure, his eye, whose gaze none +could endure, his long black mustaches, +and his brilliant beauty, procured +him the surname of <i>chaous</i>. +Soon afterwards, the daughter of a +Turk of Milianah, named Jemna, +whom all cited as a marvel of loveliness, +became his wife. But Omar's +prosperity was of short duration. His +brother Mahomed, whose credit with +the Pacha of Algiers gave umbrage +to the Bey of Oran, was thrown into +prison, and the Bey ordered his +death. Omar was compelled to share +his brother's dungeon, and when the +executioner entered, he would have +defended him; but Mahomed prevented +it. 'The hour of my death is +come,' he said. 'It is not given to +man to resist the power of the Most +High; but pray to him daily that he +may choose thee as my avenger; and +bear in mind that you are the husband +of my wife and the father of my +children.' Thenceforward, revenge +was Omar's sole thought; and when, +by the Pacha's order, the Bey sent +him to Algiers, he used all his efforts +to elevate himself, in order to hasten +the hour of retaliation. Soon he +became Caïd of the Arabs; and his +wife Jemna, who at first had been +prevented leaving Oran, managed to +join him, through a thousand dangers, +escorted by her father, Si-Hassan, and +by a faithful servant, Baba-Djelloull.</p> + +<p>"The troops of Tunis marched +against Algiers; a battle took place, +and the Turks were giving way, when +Omar, dashing forward with thirty +horsemen, made a daring charge, +rallied the army by his example, and +decided the victory. On his return<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[Pg 424]</a></span> +to Algiers, the troops clamorously +demanded him as their Aga. Meanwhile, +Mehemet Ali's fortune had also +made progress. The massacre of the +Mamelukes consolidated his power, and +he testified his recollection of his friend, +by sending him a magnificent tent.</p> + +<p>"The country flourished under the +administration of the new Aga. Stone +bridges were built over the Isser and +the Cheliff. In the words of the +Arab chronicle, victory everywhere +accompanied Omar. His name was +a terror to his enemies, and he was +blessed by all the people, when the +Bey of Oran, still detesting the +brother of Mahomed, and dreading +this new power, persuaded the Pacha +of Algiers that Omar was planning to +usurp his throne. Fortunately, an +intercepted letter warned Omar, who +hurried to the barracks, and assembled +the troops. 'It is you who have +raised me,' he said, 'and in none +others do I recognise the right to cast +me down. I place myself in your +hands; either kill me or deliver me +from my enemies.' The furious soldiery +ran to the Pacha's palace, +stabbed him, (1810) and would have +named Omar in his stead; but Omar +refused, and the <i>khrasnadji</i>, or treasurer, +was then elected. All-powerful, +Omar saw the hour of revenge at +hand. The Bey of Oran having revolted, +he marched against him, took +his enemy prisoner, and had him +flayed alive. In the province of Oran +you are still told of <i>Bey el messeloug</i>, +the flayed Bey.</p> + +<p>"In 1816, fearing the Coulouglis,<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> +the Pacha planned their massacre, +and confided his project to Omar, +who, far from countenancing it, had +the Pacha stifled in his bath. This +time he was obliged to accept the +Pachalik. When sending the customary +present to the Porte, he +intrusted Si-Hassan and his son +Mahomed with rich presents for +Mehemet Ali, who was named Pacha +almost at the same time. For the +space of two years, Omar made head +against all manner of misfortunes—against +the plague, the locusts, and +Lord Exmouth's bombardment; but +poor Jemna had lost her peace of +mind, for she knew that all Deys die +a violent death. In 1818, she was in +the pains of childbed when she heard +discharges of artillery. Seized with +alarm, she desired to see Omar, and, +contrary to etiquette, she sent her +faithful attendant, old Baba-Djelloull, +to seek him; but the old man soon +returned, and returned alone. Jemna +understood, and swooned away. At +the same instant, numerous blows +were struck on the door of her apartments. +It was the <i>chaous</i> of the new +Dey, coming to take possession of +Omar's treasures."</p> + +<p>The treasures were enormous in +amount. M. Roche, the French consul-general +at Tangiers, to whom M. +de Castellane declares himself indebted +for this very interesting history +of the Omar family, derived his account +of them from a son of Jemna, +apparently that one whose birth she +was hourly expecting when she was +shocked by the intelligence of her +husband's violent death. "Omar's +palace contained a hundred negroes, +three hundred negresses, ten Georgians, +twenty Abyssinians, forty thoroughbred +horses, ten mares from the +Desert. The entire furniture of one +saloon was of gold and silver, adorned +with precious stones; another room +was full of chests of gold and silver +coin, silk brocade, and cloth of gold. +Jemna changed her dress every week, +and attached to each costume was a +complete set of diamonds, consisting +of a diadem, an aigret and earrings, +a collar of fifteen rows of pearls, two +clasps, bracelets, twelve rings for the +fingers and two for the ankles, and a +tunic of cloth-of-gold, studded with +precious stones." Omar's murderer +and successor would fain have wedded +his widow, but she spurned his offer. +He then seized her treasures, and, in +the moment of good-humour which +their great amount occasioned him, he +allowed her to retire with her children +to Milianah, where her father had +property. After a few months' sway, +the new Pacha was assassinated in his +turn, and his successor, Hadj-Mohamed, +went to inhabit the Casbah +palace, in defiance of a prophetic inscription +announcing an invasion by +Christians during the reign of a Pacha +whose residence should be the Casbah.</p> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[Pg 425]</a></span></p> +<p>He died of the plague; and Hassan, +who succeeded him, and who had been +an <i>iman</i> under Omar, showed his gratitude +to his former master by magnificent +presents to his widow, and +great kindness to his sons. Jemna +had almost forgotten past sorrows in +present happiness, when the arrival of +the French brought her fresh disasters +and sufferings. Her sons allied themselves +with the invaders, thereby incurring +hatred and persecution from +Abd-el-Kader. They were stripped +of all they possessed: Omar, the +youngest of them, was loaded with +fetters, and placed in a dungeon; +Jemna escaped the bastinado only by +the mercy of an executioner, who +inflicted it upon a negress in her stead. +At last the intervention of some +Arab chiefs procured the liberty of +both mother and son, and the progress +of the French enabled them to take +up their residence in safety at Milianah, +where Omar was appointed <i>hakem</i>, an +office equivalent to mayor. In 1843, M. +de Castellane was present at an interview +between Marshal Bugeaud and +Jemna, whose countenance, in spite of +lapse of years and many sorrows, still +retained traces of great beauty.</p> + +<p>The chief of the Sidi-Embarek, a +family which, although of Arab race, +had enjoyed great respect and influence +in the country for some centuries +before Turkish rule was terminated +by French usurpation, had +actively stimulated the persecution of +the family of Omar, whose personal +enemy he was. M. de Castellane +gives the following account of the +founder of the Sidi-Embarek:—"In +1580, a man of the Hachems of the +west, named Si-Embarek, left his +tribe, with two servants, and went to +Milianah. There, on account of his +poverty, he discharged his servants, +who settled upon the banks of the +Cheliff, and gave birth to the tribe of +Hachems still existing there. Sidi-Embarek +then went to Coleah, and +engaged himself as <i>rhamès</i> (a sort of +subordinate farmer) to a certain +Ismael; but, instead of working, he +slept; and meanwhile, marvellous to +relate, the yoke of oxen intrusted to +him ploughed by themselves, and, at +the close of day, he had done more +work than anybody else. This prodigy +was reported to Ismael, who, +desirous of witnessing it with his own +eyes, hid himself one day, and saw +Embarek sleeping under a tree whilst +the oxen ploughed. Thereupon +Ismael knelt before him, and exclaimed—'You +are the elect of God; +'tis I who am your servant, and you +are my master;' and, taking him +home, he treated him with profound +respect. Embarek's reputation for +holiness spread far and wide; multitudes +thronged to solicit his prayers +and make him offerings, and he +speedily acquired great riches." The +grandson, many times removed, of +this miraculous ploughman, was a +Marabout or saint by right of descent; +but he was also a very considerable +fighting man, and a most efficient +lieutenant of Abd-el-Kader. We +make his acquaintance under very +striking circumstances, in the course +of M. de Castellane's curious account +of the Spahis of Mascara. The corps +of Spahis had its origin in the necessities +of African service. Excellent +and most efficient as are the regiments +of light dragoons known as <i>Chasseurs +d'Afrique</i>, they were not all that was +wanted in the way of cavalry. It was +found expedient to make Arab fight +Arab. Knowledge of the country, and +of the habits of the foe, was as essential +as good soldiership. The prospect +of gain brought abundant recruits; +the discipline exacted was less +rigid than in French regiments; the +sole uniform was a red <i>burnous</i>, stripped +off in an instant, when desirable +to conceal the military character of +the wearer. Europeans not being +excluded from the corps, many roving +and desultory blades, tempted by the +adventurous nature of the service, and +to whom the routine and strict discipline +of a more regular one would +have been irksome, have, at different +periods, served in the ranks of the +Spahis, and sometimes sabred their +way to a commission—"strange +adventurers," says M. de Castellane, +"whose lives resembled some tale of +former days cut out of an old book." +And he gives an account of two such +persons whom he met with in the +Mascara squadron, with which his +own was for some time brigaded. +One was a French <i>maréchal-de-logis</i> +or sergeant, named Alfred Siquot, a +man of good family and eccentric<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[Pg 426]</a></span> +character,—a great humourist, +whose gloomy air and silent laugh +had procured him from his comrades +the surname of Jovial. There does +not appear, however, to have been +mystery in his previous life, which +was open to all, nor any particular +romance or adventures in its incidents +previously to his service in Africa. +The case was very different with his +comrade, Mohamed-Ould-Caïd-Osman, +who had the rank of native +officer. "The Arab name concealed +a Prussian one, and an agitated life, +full of duels and adventures—of condemnations +to death, and executions +in effigy. Clever and well-informed, +there was a great charm in his bluntness +of manner, and his bravery, +justly celebrated, procured him the +respect of all. He was the very type +of the officer of fortune—of the lansquenet +of former days. His double-barrelled +gun, as much dreaded by +the Arabs as by the partridges—his +dog Tom—his sorrel charger, a beast +of famous bottom—were his sole +friends in the field. In garrison, a +fourth affection found a place in his +heart—a little Spanish girl, who never +opened her mouth, and was as devoted +to him as his dog. Tom, the +<i>Chica</i>, the Caïd, made but one. Their +life, with its joys and sorrows, was in +common. Now and then Siquot went +and smoked his pipe in the midst of +the three friends.</p> + +<p>"As to the Caïd's African life, it +was well known, and its accidents had +more than once beguiled the leisure +of the bivouac. He had been twice +seen at Algiers, but in very different +circumstances. The first time, in all +his splendour, he was travelling with +Prince Puckler-Muskau, who speaks +of him in his <i>Letters</i>, designating him +by his initials. The second time, in +1840, he had assumed the knapsack +of the infantry soldier, and was marching +to the defile of Mouzaia, in the +ranks of the foreign legion."</p> + +<p>The ruined gentleman, however, +could not accustom himself to walking, +and after a severe campaign, in +which three-fourths of his company +perished, he procured a substitute and +left the legion. Once more a free +agent, his roving propensities were +checked for a while by the fascinations +of a fair Moor. "Halfway up the +hill leading to Mustapha, stood a +cheerful white house, embowered in +foliage and commanding a splendid +view of the Bay of Algiers. The +Armida of that enchanting spot was +named Aïcha, and never did Eastern +poet dream of a more charming creature. +What wonder, then, if beneath +these shades six months of peace, +calm, and repose elapsed. Each +morning the smiling beauty seated +herself at Osman's feet, whilst he +wrote, upon a little Arab table, in the +midst of perfumes and flowers, the life +of a Protestant missionary whom he +had met in one of his rambles."<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> +The Rinaldo of the foreign legion +might, one would think, have been +well content to linger long in such a +retreat and such society. Aïcha was +fond and constant, and was rapidly +acquiring German. But after six +months of this Capuan existence, the +vagabond again got the upper-hand in +the restless soul of the Caïd. Like the +celebrated Lord Lovel, he loved and +he rode away; the horse, in this case, +being represented by a steamer, which +carried him off westwards one fine +morning, his gun on his shoulder, and +in his pocket a letter of recommendation, +now two years old, for General +Lamoricière, whom he had formerly +known in command of a battalion of +Zouaves. What became of Aïcha—whether +she cried her eyes out, or +took arsenic, or another lover—the +little dog, as Mr Commissary Capsicum +would say, forgot to mention.</p> + +<p>"The province of Oran, in 1841, +was far from tranquil; a stout heart +and a strong arm had then abundant +opportunities of distinction. Mohamed-Ould-Caïd-Osman, +inscribed under +this Arab name on the muster-roll +of the Spahis, and Siquot, who enlisted +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[Pg 427]</a></span>at the same period, did not miss +such opportunities. Soon afterwards, +Siquot was wounded, the Caïd had his +horse killed under him, and their +names appeared in the orders of the +army. Heroes, whether illustrious or +unknown, always find enviers; take +as an example Sergeant Froidefond, +a grumbling old trooper, who thought +proper to tell the Caïd he was good +for nothing but cleaning his nails. +On their return to Mascara, they +fought at twelve paces: Froidefond +fired first, and the Caïd fell, shot +through the buttock. The seconds +ran forward to pick him up. 'Stop!' +he cried, 'it is my turn to fire;' and +raising himself on his elbow, he shot +Froidefond dead. He himself was +then carried to the hospital, where he +found Siquot, who was getting cured +of a wound. On hearing what had +happened, the Chica—who had then +been about a year mixed up in his +existence, without very well knowing +why, like the dogs who attach themselves +to a squadron—hastened to the +hospital to nurse him, and in three +months he was on his legs again."</p> + +<p>The Caïd had returned to his duty +when, in 1813, M. de Castellane's regiment +entered Mascara with trumpets +sounding, escorting Marshal +Bugeaud. Abd-el-Kader was at no +great distance, and Generals Lamoricière +and Tempoure had been operating +against him until the cavalry of +the province had great need of repose +to recruit and remount. One night a +Spanish deserter came over from the +Emir, and gave Marshal Bugeaud +important information, fully confirming +the reports of the spies. An hour +later, orders were given for an expedition +in pursuit of Abd-el-Kader's battalions +of regulars, of whom Sidi-Embarek +had just taken the command. +General Tempoure had charge of the +column, which consisted of two battalions +of infantry, four hundred and +fifty French dragoons, fifty Spahis, +including Siquot and the Caïd Osman, +and a few irregular horse.</p> + +<p>"If the official reports in the <i>Moniteur</i> +were not there to confirm its +truth, the narrative of this expedition +would risk being deemed a fable. +Cavalry and infantry marched three +days and three nights: in the morning +they halted for one hour and a +half—at night, from six o'clock till midnight. +From the moment when the +trail of the enemy was first struck, +the drum was not once beaten. They +followed the scent, like dogs pursuing +their prey. Thirty Spahis, with some +horsemen belonging to the Arab office +at Mascara, preceded the column; +they <i>read the earth</i> during the night. +What all exciting time that was! +We came to bivouacs whose fires +were still burning; the enemy had +left them only that morning, and in +all haste we resumed our march. At +last, after forty-eight hours, our Arab +scouts, hovering round the flanks of +the column, captured two Arabs of the +tribe of Djaffra. These refused at first +to speak; but a musket-muzzle, applied +to their heads, untied their tongues, +and we learned that the regulars were +at Taouira on the previous evening. +We were on the right road, therefore, +and should end by overtaking them. +The march was resumed, the Spahis +still leading. Not a pipe was alight; +profound silence was observed, broken +only by the noise of a fall, when some +sleepy foot-soldier stumbled over an +obstacle. Day broke, and a slight +smoke was seen; the fires had just expired, +the regulars were gone. The +hope which had hitherto sustained the +soldiers' strength suddenly abandoned +them; nothing was heard but cries +and maledictions. Everyone grumbled +at the general. The morning halt +was called in a hollow, and whilst the +soldiers ate, the scouts reported that +the traces of the enemy were quite +fresh. For a second General Tempoure +hesitated; then his decision +was taken, and the order for instant +march given. A great clamour arose +in the bivouac. 'He wants to kill us +all!' cried the soldiers, who during +seventy hours had had but a few moments +of repose. They obeyed, however, +and the march was resumed. +In an hour's time, the track turned +southwards. In that direction there +was no certainty of water. No matter, +advance we must. But the traces +grew fresher and fresher: here a horse +had been abandoned; a little farther, +a jackass. 'We have got the rascals!' +said the soldiers, and their strength +revived. At last, towards eleven +o'clock, whilst the column was passing +through a deep ravine, a thick<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[Pg 428]</a></span> +smoke was seen behind a hill. This +time the enemy was assuredly there. +Fatigue vanished as by enchantment. +In an instant cloaks were rolled, priming +renewed, horses girthed up; all +was ready, and the troops formed for +the attack. Three hundred infantry +supported three columns of cavalry; +the centre was commanded by Colonel +Tartas of the 4th Chasseurs. The advance +began; just then there was the +report of a musket; it was a vedette +whom our scouts had been unable to +surprise. The Arab galloped up the +hill, waving his <i>burnous</i>. At the same +moment, the drums of the regulars +beat to arms; there was a stir in our +ranks. The cavalry broke into a +trot; the infantry, forgetting forced +marches, followed at a run, and from +the top of the hill we saw the two +battalions of regulars, who had been +unable to reach the opposite summit, +halt half way up. Away went the +cavalry, sabre in hand, horses at a +gallop, Colonel Tartas at their head. +They were met by a volley of musketry; +some fell, but the avalanche +broke through the obstacle, and the +Arabs were cut down on all sides. +Their horsemen try to escape—some +flying to the left, others straight forward. +They are pursued by all +whose horses are not yet knocked up; +and the Caïd Osman rolls over with +his charger, which is hit in the head. +M. de Caulaincourt, admirably +mounted, continues the race; he kills +one of the Emir's horsemen; but, separated +by a ridge of ground from his +soldiers, whom he has outstripped, he +is surrounded by enemies. Without +losing his presence of mind, he spurred +his horse and broke through the +circle, sabre in hand; when, just as +he was about to rejoin his men, an +Arab, issuing from a glade, shot him +with a pistol, close to the eye. The +horse galloped on, and carried back +the wounded officer to his troop. The +blood streamed, the flesh hung in +shreds; M. do Caulaincourt, however, +was still conscious. Lifted +from his horse, a soldier took him on +his back and carried him to the surgeon, +traversing the scene of the +combat, a true field of the dead. In a +narrow space lay five hundred corpses, +nearly all frightfully mutilated by the +sabres of our chasseurs.</p> + +<p>"A steep bank of rock had checked +the progress of those horsemen who +had fled to the left. Several alighted, +and, jerking their horses with the +bridle, surmounted the obstacle. +Only one of them rode at a walk +along the foot of this rocky wall. The +whiteness of his garments and beauty +of his equipments marked him as a +chief. Siquot, a corporal of chasseurs, +and Captain Cassaignoles, rode +after him. The ground was very bad, +full of impediments. The corporal +was the first to reach him; just as +his horse's nose touched the crupper +of the Arab's charger, the horseman, +turned round with the utmost coolness, +took aim, and laid him dead on +the spot. At the same moment +Siquot came up and wounded the +Arab, but received a pistol-ball +through his left arm, the same shot +killing the horse of Captain Cassaignoles, +who was a little lower down +the slope. The tall cavalier then rose +in his stirrups, and struck Siquot on +the head with his heavy pistol-butt, +when Corporal Gerard of the Chasseurs, +riding up on the top of the bank, +shot him through the breast. The +horse was caught; it was a splendid +animal, which a wound in the shoulder +had alone prevented from saving +its master's life. 'See if that Arab is +blind of an eye,' cried Captain Cassaignoles. +They looked; an eye was +wanting. 'It is Sidi-Embarek; let +his head be cut off.' And Gerard, +with a knife, separated the head from +the body, that the Arabs might not +have a doubt of his death. Then all +obeyed the recall, which was sounding. +The chase was over; the regulars +were broken and destroyed; cruel +fatigue had been rewarded by complete +success. General Tempoure returned +to Mascara, and a month later +each man received, according to the +Arab expression, <i>the testimony of blood</i>, +the cross so glorious to the soldier.</p> + +<p>"The chances of war then separated +us from the Caïd: I also learned +the return of Siquot to France, where, +by an odd coincidence, he received +from his Paris friends the same surname +as from his African comrades. +As to the German lansquenet, he +marked every corner of the province +of Oran by some daring feat, and +always fortunate, invariably escaped<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[Pg 429]</a></span> +unhurt. Within three years of service, +he was five times named in +orders, and passed through the noncommissioned +grades to the rank of +cornet. When I next met with him +in 1846, Tom, the horse, the Chica, +formed, as before, his whole family. +Poor Chica, who in all her life had +never had but one ambition, that of +wearing a silk dress! In garrison, +Tom was purveyor; he and his master +started at daybreak and returned at +night, weary but content, and with a +well-filled game-bag. The Chica, +who had passed the day singing, laid +the table, and the three friends supped +together.</p> + +<p>"Some months later, after an absence +of three weeks, one of our +squadrons returned to Mascara from +the outposts. We were moving down +the street that leads to the cavalry +barracks, when we saw the officers of +the garrison assembled before the +Caïd's little house. They advanced to +greet and shake hands with us, and they +told us that the Chica, the Caïd's companion, +the friend of all, was dead.</p> + +<p>"The poor little thing had suffered +for some time; the evening before, +however, she had got up. There was +a bright warm sun, and the air was +full of perfume. 'Chico,' said she to +the Caïd, 'give me your arm, I should +like to see the sun once more.' She +took a few steps, wept as she gazed +on the budding foliage and the beauty +of the day: then, as she returned to +her arm-chair, 'Ah! Chico,' she exclaimed, +'I am dying!' And in sitting +down she expired, without agony +or convulsion, still smiling and looking +at the Caïd.</p> + +<p>"At this moment the Chica's coffin +was borne out of the house; all present +uncovered their heads, and we +joined the officers who followed her to +her grave.</p> + +<p>"The cemetery of Mascara, planted +with olive and forest trees, is situated +in the midst of gardens: everything +there breathes peace, calm, and repose. +The Chica's grave had been +dug under a fig-tree. The Spahis who +carried her stopped, all present formed +a circle; two soldiers of the Engineers +took the light bier, and lowered the +poor Chica into her final dwelling-place. +The Caïd was at the foot of +the grave. One of the soldiers presented +him with the spadeful of earth: +the Spahi's hard hand trembled as +he took it; and when the earth, falling +on the coffin, made that dull noise so +melancholy to hear, a big tear, but +half suppressed, glistened in his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Thenceforward Tom, whom the +Chica loved, was the Caïd's only +friend."</p> + +<p>Some may suspect M. de Castellane +of giving a romantic tint to his African +experiences. We do not partake the +suspicion. Even in the nineteenth +century, generally esteemed prosaic +and matter-of-fact, there is far more +romance in real life than in books; +and the Prussian-Arab Osman is but +one of scores, perhaps hundreds, of +military adventurers who have fought +in various services during the last +twenty years, and the events of whose +career, truly noted, would in many +cases be set down by the supporters +of circulating libraries as overstrained +and improbable fiction. In that chapter +of M. de Castellane's work which +consists of the journal of an officer of +Zouaves, we find an account of another +singular wanderer, who in the +year 1840 deserted from the Arabs, +(having previously served with the +French,) and came into the town of +Medeah, where the Zouaves were in +garrison. He was a very young man, +a Bavarian, of the name of Glockner, +son of a former commissary in the +service of France, and nephew of a +Bavarian officer of the highest rank. +"A cadet at the military school at +Munich, he was sent, in consequence +of some pranks he played, to serve in +a regiment of light dragoons; but his +ardent imagination and love of adventure +led him to fresh follies; he deserted +into France. Coldly received, +as all deserters are, he was enrolled +in the foreign legion. He had hardly +reached Africa when he became disgusted +with the service, and, yielding +to the craving after novelty which +constantly tormented him, he deserted +to the Arabs. He remained with +them three years. Kidnapped at first +by the Kabyles, he was taken to a +market in the interior, and sold to a +chief of the tribe of the Beni-Moussa. +After being his servant for a year, he +managed to escape from his master's +tent, and, with legs bare, a <i>burnous</i> +on his shoulders, a camel rope round<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[Pg 430]</a></span> +his waist, and a pilgrim's staff in his +hands, he marched at random in a +southerly direction. In this manner +he reached the Desert, passing his +nights with the different tribes he +encountered, amongst whom he announced +himself by the Mussulman's +habitual salutation, 'Eh! the master +of the Douar! A guest of God!' +Thereupon he was well received; +food and shelter were given him, and +he departed the next morning unquestioned +as to his destination. It +concerned no one, and no Arab ever +asked the question. He followed his +destiny. Thus did Glockner cross a +part of the Sahara, and reach the +town of Tedjini, Aïn Mhadi; thence +he went to Boghar, Taza, Tekedempt, +Mascara, Medeali, and Milianah; then, +enrolled by force amongst the regulars +of El Berkani, he made the campaigns +of 1839 and 1840 in their ranks. +Decorated by Abd-el-Kader in consequence +of a wound received the 31st +December 1839—a wound inflicted, +as he believes, by a captain of the 2d +Light Infantry—he again returned to +us, after other adventures, like the +prodigal child, lamenting his follies, +weeping at thoughts of his family, +especially of his father, and entreating +as a favour to be received as a French +soldier. They talked of sending him +back to the foreign legion, but he +begged to be admitted into the Zouaves, +and was accordingly enlisted as +an Arab, under the name of Joussef. +He was then but one-and-twenty +years old, was fresh as a child, timid +as a young girl, and marvellously +simple in his bearing and language." +The end of this young fellow's history, +as far as M. de Castellane became +acquainted with it, is on a par with +its commencement. "In the Zouaves +his conduct was admirable. In +every engagement in which he shared, +his name deserved mention. Made a +corporal, then a sergeant, he was +sent to Tlemcen on the formation of +a third battalion of Zouaves. Recommended +by Colonel Cavaignac to +General Bedeau, he rendered great +services by his intelligence and knowledge +of the Arab tongue. His father, +to whom they had written in Bavaria, +had confirmed the truth of his story. +He was happy, and treated with consideration, +when, one fine morning, +he took himself off with a political +prisoner who had just been set at +liberty, and deserted into Morocco. +He remained there a long time; then +he went to Tangiers, and, denounced +by the French consul as a deserter, +he was going to be tried by a court-martial, +when, in consideration of his +former services, they continued +to treat him as an Arab. His mania +for rambling is really extraordinary; +and he declares that he cannot approach +a strange country without being +seized with a desire to explore it."</p> + +<p>It is surprising that the African +campaigns have not been more prolific +of military sketches and memoirs +from the pens of French officers. Although +tolerably familiar for many +years past with French literature, we +can remember but few such works. +<i>La Captivité d'Escoffier</i>, noticed, in +conjunction with an English volume +upon an analogous subject, in a former +Number,<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> is the only French book +of the kind we have met with for a +long time; and that was of inferior +class, and of less authentic appearance, +than M. de Castellane's agreeable +<i>Souvenirs</i>. We should have thought +the war in Africa, the adventurous +and often severe marches of the +troops, the exploits of the hunting-field, +the humours of garrison life, and +the tales of the bivouac, would have +found innumerable chroniclers amongst +the better educated portion of French +officers. The French soldier is a good +study for painter or humourist; whether +as the stolid recruit with the +ploughman's slouch and the smell of +the furrow still hanging about him, or +the smart and wide-awake trooper of +four or five years' service, or the +weather-beaten old sergeant, all bronze +and wrinkles, with his grizzled moustache, +his scrap of red ribbon, his +tough yarns and his mixture of simplicity +and shrewdness, his lingering +prejudices against English and Germans, +and his religious veneration of +Napoleon the Great. We believe M. +de Castellane would be successful in +portraiture of French military character +and eccentricities, and we regret +he has been so sparing of it. Here +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[Pg 431]</a></span>and there we find a characteristic bit +of camp-life, or a pleasant sketch by +the watch-fire.</p> + +<p>"During our marches, we were +never weary of admiring the constancy +of the infantry-man, so heavily +loaded that, in mockery of himself, he +has taken the surname of the <i>Soldat-chameau</i>. +It was really wonderful to +see them make those long marches, +under a burning sun, across frightful +mountains, always gay and cheerful, +and amusing themselves with the +merest trifle.... It is on their +arrival at the bivouac that their industry +is displayed to the greatest advantage. +Pause beside this little tent, and +watch the chief of the squad; they +bring him crabs, tortoises, water serpents, +all manner of creatures that +have no name, but a flavour, and +which experience teaches may be +eaten without danger. Or they bring +a mess-kettle full of bullock's blood. +Thrice boiled and suffered to grow +cold, bullock's blood forms a sort of +black cheese. Spread upon biscuit, +with a little salt, this is tolerable +food, and a precious resource for +famished stomachs." In presence of +such messes as these, it is easy to +understand the popularity of a general +who, like Changarnier, classed a greasy +haversack amongst a soldier's first +necessaries, and rarely allowed his +men to lack mutton, of either Arab or +Kabyle growth. For the loss of their +flocks and herds the natives retaliated, +when opportunity offered, by the theft +of French horses. "In the night we +had an alarm; we were in a friendly +district, but our friends were not the +less arrant thieves. Two horses were +taken away. According to their custom, +some bold fellows, stark naked +and well anointed with grease, so as +to slip through detaining fingers, +glided between the tents, crawling +like snakes. On coming to two fine +horses, they cut the thongs that +shackled them, jumped on their backs, +and were off at a gallop, clearing all +obstacles and crouched upon the +animals' necks to avoid the bullets of +the advanced sentries. A few hours +later, another of these gentry was less +fortunate. The soldier on guard over +the piled muskets, remarked, as he +perambulated his beat, a bush of +dwarf palm. It was upon his right +hand. A minute afterwards the bush +had changed its place, and stood upon +his left. This struck the sentry as +looking like mischief. He took no +notice, but quietly cocked his musket +and continued his walk. The bush +continued to change its place, gaining +ground little by little; suddenly it +made a rapid advance, and a Kabyle, +dagger in hand, sprang upon the +soldier; but the soldier received him +on the point of his bayonet. The +thrust was mortal, and the living bush +rose no more." The Kabyles might +have taken lessons from the Thugs of +India and the Red men of North +America. On a large scale, as well as +in petty details, stratagem was a prominent +feature of the war in Africa. +Beneath the spacious tent of one of +the Arab allies of the French, M. de +Castellane listened one evening, in an +atmosphere fragrant with the vapours +of pipes and coffee, to the extempore +stanzas of a native poet. When the +improvisatore had come to an end, +and had received his tribute of praise, +an old sergeant of the Spahis of +Orleansville narrated the death of the +Aga of Ouarsenis.</p> + +<p>"It was on the 20th July of this +year," he said; "Hadj Hamet had +gone, with his <i>goum</i><a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> and twenty +Spahis, to seek at Mazouna the betrothed +of his son. His heart was +joyful, and happiness reigned around +him, when the young girl was delivered +to him. After a night of +rejoicing, the escort set out. On arriving +at Oued-Meroui, we saw at a +distance a <i>goum</i> of Arabs. Hadj +Hamet thought it was the Aga of the +Sbehas, advancing with his horsemen +to perform the <i>fantasia</i> before the +bride, and at a sign from him his followers +formed in two lines, to give the +strangers free passage. The troop +came up at a gallop, dashed in between +the double row of horsemen, and then, +turning right and left, sent a volley +into their faces. It was Bon Maza in +person. Thus unexpectedly attacked, +the <i>goum</i> broke and fled; the Spahis +alone stood by old Hadj Hamet, who +defended his daughter until loss of +blood, which already flowed from +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[Pg 432]</a></span>several wounds, left him no longer +strength. At last he fell dead. Of the +twenty Spahis, ten had fallen; all was +over; the other ten cut their way +through, and reached Orleansville."</p> + +<p>Formidable as many of the Arabs +are—owing to their excellent horsemanship +and skill in arms—in single-handed +conflicts, in large bodies they +rarely await the charge even of far +inferior numbers of disciplined cavalry. +Near the confluence of the Cheliff and +the Mina, on an October day in 1845, +two squadrons of dragoons, under +Colonel Tartas, were in quest of the +aforesaid Bou Maza, who had been +committing razzias upon tribes friendly +to the French. Reinforced by a +native ally, Sidi-el-Aribi, with a handful +of horsemen, and notwithstanding +the heavy load of four days' rations for +man and horse, they pressed on at a +rapid pace, and on surmounting a +ridge of ground, beheld, "numerous as +the sands on the sea-shore, the hostile +Arabs firmly waiting our attack. In +the centre floated an immense green +banner, and the wings, forming a +horse shoe, seemed ready to enclose +us. "Walk!" cried Colonel Tartas, +and we advanced at a walk, sabre in +scabbard. In his loud parade-voice, +the colonel then gave his orders, and +the squadrons formed front, each +keeping a division in reserve. Between +the two squadrons marched the +colonel and his standard; at his side +was Sidi-el-Aribi; behind him a little +escort; on our flanks, the handful of +Arab horse. "Where is the rallying +place?" asked the adjutant. "Behind +the enemy, round my standard," +replied the colonel; and then, connected +as by a chain, the squadrons +broke into a trot, with sabres still +sheathed. At musket-shot distance, +"Draw swords!" shouted the colonel; +and the two hundred and fifty sabres +were drawn as by one hand. A +hundred paces further we changed to +a gallop, still in line like a wall. +Suddenly, on beholding this hurricane +of iron, so calm and so strong, advancing +towards them, our innumerable +foe hesitated; a dull noise, like the +sound of the waves in a storm, arose +in the midst of the multitude. They +crowded together, wavered to and fro, +and suddenly disappeared like dust +before the gale. In a quarter of an +hour we drew bridle. A hundred of +the enemy were on the ground; and +our Arab allies, pursuing the fugitives, +secured much spoil. As for us, without +hospital train, without troops to +support us, at three leagues and a +half from all assistance, the least +hesitation would have been perdition. +Coolness and audacity had saved us; +and there, where our only hope was a +glorious death, we obtained a triumph.</p> + +<p>"Pressing round Colonel Tartas, +near his standard, which two balls +had rent, all these men of <i>great +tent</i>,<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> all these bronze-complexioned +Arab chiefs, their eyes lighted up by +the excitement of the fight, thanked +him as their saviour. At their head, +Sidi-el-Aribi, with that majestic +dignity which never deserted him, +lavished expressions of gratitude +upon the colonel; whilst around them, +like a frame to the picture, the foaming +horses, the dragoons leaning on +their saddles, the arms and floating +garments of the Arabs, the heads +which some of them had fastened to +their saddle-bows, and a nameless +something in the air which told of +victory, combined to give to the scene +somewhat of the noble and savage +grandeur of primitive times."</p> + +<p>We will not contrast with the picture +thus vividly painted by M. de +Castellane, the less romantic episodes +of grubbing for silos, (buried stores of +corn,) driving cattle, or smoking unfortunate +Arab families out of their +caves of refuge. Of all these matters +the chasseur speaks, if not altogether +admiringly, yet as necessities of that +war, and stands forth with plausible +sophisms in defence of the barbarities +of the razzia system. We did not +take up his sketches with disputatious +intentions, and are quite content with +the interest and amusement we have +extracted from them, without attempting +to drive their author from positions +which, we suspect, he would find it +as difficult to defend as the Arabs did +to maintain those assailed by the +gallant charges of the African Chasseurs.</p> +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[Pg 433]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2><a name="THE_GREEN_HAND" id="THE_GREEN_HAND">THE GREEN HAND.</a><br /> + +A "SHORT YARN."<br /> + +A WIND-UP.</h2> + + +<p>"No, Westwood," said I, "it can't +be the right one—nor any of these, +indeed!" And on looking at the +chart, which was one not meant for +anything but navigation in open +water, with the channels laid down +clearly enough, but evidently rather +off-hand as to the islands, Jones himself +seemed to get uncertain about the +matter; partly owing to the short +glimpse he'd had of the other chart, +and partly to its being, as he thought, +an old one made for a purpose, by a +hand that knew the islands well. +After two or three days' sail, we were +getting into the thick of the Maldives, +where the reefs and sand-banks +stretching out on every side, and beginning +to lap in upon each other, +made it more and more dangerous +work; but at any rate the islands +we saw were either very small, or +else low and muddy-like, with a few +scrubby-looking cocoas upon them, +like bulrushes growing out of a marsh. +No runaway sailors would ever think +of taking up their quarters hereabouts, +even if we hadn't caught sight of a +smoke now and then, and once of +some native craft with a couple of +brown mat-sails and an out-rigger, +that showed the clusters hereaway to +have people about them. Besides +there was no pretext any Indiaman +could have for steering near enough to +such a jungle of mud and water, to +give a boat the chance of making towards +it with any certainty. I saw +at once that the spot in question +must lie tolerably for the course of +a ship to western India, otherwise +they wouldn't have appeared so sure +of their mark as Jones said they did. +All this, at the same time, kept me +the more bent on searching the matter +out ere I did aught else, seeing +that in fact the Indiaman's attempt +to get rid of the schooner was the +very thing likely to bring her on this +track; fancying, as she would, that we +were either in chase of her toward +Bombay, or off on our own course +again. Now, on the one hand, nothing +could fit better for the said runaway +scheme of Harry Foster's; and +on the other hand, nothing would have +pleased me more, and greatly eased +my mind too, than to catch him and +his chums on their spree ashore. The +worst of it was, that I began to have +my doubts of Jones again. He was the +only man that could put us on the +right scent; yet he seemed either to +have lost it, or to have something +creeping on his mind that made him +unwilling to carry it out. "Mr +Jones," said I, as the schooner was +hove to, and he stood musing gloomily +by the binnacle, with a glance now +and then in at the compass, and out +at the chart again, "if you're at a loss +now, sir, just say—and I shall try my +own hand for want of better!" "No, +Lieutenant Collins!" answered he +suddenly, in a husky voice—"no, sir, +that's not it, but—God help me! no, +there's no use standing against fate, +I see. Whatever it costs me, Mr Collins," +he went on, firmly, "I'm with +you to the end of it; but—there <i>is</i> +something horrible about all this!" +"How! what do you mean?" said I, +startled by the difference in his manner, +and the quiver of his lip. "Oh," +said he, "as for the present matter, +there may be nothing more in it than +what I heard on the ship's boom +yonder. The truth is, I didn't know +at first but this cluster here might +have been the one—though I see now +there is only <i>one</i> island in the whole +chain that can answer the description, +and that is not here." With that he +pointed to another piece of the chart, +showing no more than a few spots +upon the paper, not to speak of shades +in it standing for reefs and shoals, +towards the "Head" of the Maldives; +one spot lying away from the rest, +with the single name of Minicoy for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[Pg 434]</a></span> +them all. I asked him hastily enough +what it was called, and all about it, +for the whole affair made me more +and more uneasy; but on this point +Jones seemed inclined to keep close, +plainly not liking the topic, except +that I found it went by several names, +one of which I had heard before, myself—White-water +Island. About the +time I was a boy in a merchantman's +forecastle, 'twas a sort of floating +yarn amongst some seamen, this +White-water Island, I remembered; +but I never met with a man that +had seen it, every one having had it +from a shipmate last voyage, though +a terrible place it had been, by all +accounts, without one's knowing exactly +where it was. One craft of +some kind had gone to find out a +treasure that was buried in it, and +she never was heard of more; a man +took a fancy to live ashore in it, like +Robinson Crusoe, and he went mad; +while the reason there were no "natives" +was owing to the dreadful +nature of it, though at the same time +it was as beautiful as a garden. The +right name, however, according to +Jones, was Incoo. "There's no good +in blinding one's self to it, Mr Collins," +he went on—"that's the island +the men meant; only their chart set +me wrong owing to the greater size of +it—you had better beat out of this at +once, and keep up for the eight-degrees +channel there."</p> + +<p>We were in open sea again, out of +sight of land from the mast-head, +steering for somewhere about north-north-east, +with a very light breeze +from nearly the monsoon quarter, and +sometimes a flying squall, sometimes +no more than a black pour of rain, +that left it hotter than before. The +clear deep blue of the Indian ocean +got to a sickly heavy sort of dead +colour towards noon, like the bottoms +of old bottles, and still we were +standing on without signs of land, +when, almost all at once, I noticed +the water in the shadow of the +schooner had a brown coffee-like tint +I had never exactly seen hitherto; +indeed, by the afternoon, it was the +same hue to the very horizon, with a +clean seaboard on all sides. I had +the deep-sea lead-line hove at length, +and found no soundings with a hundred +and fifty fathoms; there was +neither land nor river, I knew, for +hundreds and hundreds of miles to +the coast of Arabia; as for current, +no trial I could think of showed any; +and there were now and then patches +of small glittering sea-jellies and sea-lice +to be seen amongst a stalk or two +of weed on the soft heave of the +water, going the way of the breeze. +A dozen or so of Portuguese men-of-war, +as they call them, held across +our bows one time; little pink +blubbers, with their long shining roots +seen hanging down in the clear of the +surface, and their little blue gauze +sails with the light through them, +ribbed like leaves of trees, as they +kept before the wind. Westwood +and I both fancied we could feel a +queer sulphury smell as we leant over +the side, when a surge came along +the bends. Not a single fish was to be +seen about us, either, except the long +big black-fish that rose one after the +other at a distance, as the wind got +lighter. One while you heard them +groaning and gasping in the half-calm, +as if it were the breathing of +the sea far and wide every time it +swelled; another, one saw them in a +cluster of black points against the +bright sky-line, like so many different-shaped +rocks with the foam round +them, or a lot of long-boats floating +bottom up, with their back-horns for +humps on the keel. As for Jones, +he looked graver and graver, till all +of a sudden we saw him go below; +but after a little he came up with an +almanac in his hand, and his finger +fixed where the time of the next new +moon was given, as I found when I +took it from him, for he seemed not +inclined to speak. "Why, what has +that to do with the thing?" I said; +"we are heading fair for the Minicoy +cluster, I think." "Yes, sir," said +he; "if one needed anything to prove +that, he has only to look at the sea—at +this season, I <i>knew</i> how it would +turn out." "Well, that's what I +can't understand, Mr Jones," said I; +"the water seems as deep as St Paul's +Cathedral thrice over!" "Do you +not know then, sir, why that island +is called—what it is?" was the answer,—"but +wait—wait—till <i>night</i>!" +and with that Jones turned round to +the bulwarks, leaning his arms on the +rail. In the mean time, Jacobs and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[Pg 435]</a></span> +some of the men had drawn a bucket +of water, which we noticed them +tasting. A pannikin full of it was +handed along to the quarterdeck, +and the taste struck you at once, +owing to the want of the well-known +briny twang of real blue-water, and +instead of that a smack as it were of +iron, though it was as clear as crystal. +Every one had a trial of it but Jones +himself: indeed, he never once looked +round, till it had occurred to me to +pour the tin of water into a glass and +hold it with my hand over it inside +the shade of the binnacle, when I +thought I made out little specks and +sparks shooting and twisting about in +it, as if the water had a motion of +itself; then it seemed to sink to the +bottom, and all was quiet. Just then +I looked up and caught Jones' scared +restless sort of glance, as if he were +uneasy. There was a strange life in +that man's brain, I felt, that none +could see into; but owing as it plainly +was to something far away from the +present matter, I knew it was best to +let him alone. In fact, his doing as he +did showed well enough he meant +fair by ourselves. Nothing on earth +ever gave me more the notion of a +wreck in a man, than the kind of gaze +out of Jones' two eyes, when he'd +turn to the light and look at you, +half keen, half shrinking, like a man +that both felt himself above you, and +yet, somehow or other, you'd got him +under you. I'm blessed if I didn't +trust him more because he had been +too desperate a character in his deeds +beforehand to turn his mind to little +ones now, than for anything good +in him; being one of those fellows +that work their way from one port to +another in ships' forecastles, and get +drunk ashore, though, all the time, +you'd say there wasn't one aboard +with them, from the skipper to the +chaplain, knew as much or had flown +as high some time. Some day at sea +the hands are piped round the grating, +hats off, and the prayer-book rigged,—down +goes "Jack Jones" with a +plash and a bubble to his namesake, +old "Davy," and you hear no more +of him!</p> + +<p>Well, just after sundown, as the +dusk came on, Westwood and I left +the deck to go down to supper with +the Planter, the midshipman being in +charge. There was nothing in sight, +sail or land; indeed, the queer dark-brown +tint of the horizon showed +strongly against the sky, as if it had +been the mahogany of the capstan-head +inside its brass rim; the night +was cloudy, with a light breeze, and +though the stars came out, I expected +it to get pretty dark. As I went +down the companion, I heard nothing +but the light wash of the water from +her bows, and the look-out stepping +slowly about betwixt her knightheads +on the forecastle: while it struck +me the smooth face of the sea seemed +to show wonderfully distinct into the +dusk, the completer it got, as if a sort +of light rose up from off it. Down +below we felt her stealing pleasantly +through all, and Tom and I sat for +I didn't know how long, trying +to settle our differences on the +main point—about the Seringapatam, +of course, and which way she was +likely to be gone. Tom plumed himself +mightily on his common-sense +view of a thing, and having by this +time got back a good deal of his +cheerfulness, he and Mr Rollock +almost laughed me over to his line of +thinking.</p> + +<p>We agreed that the ship must be at +present edging up on one side or other +of the Maldives, but both of them +thought the less we had to say to her +the better. "I say, though," exclaimed +the Planter, whose face was +turned the opposite way to ours, +"I'd no idea it was moonlight!" +"Moonlight!—there's no moon till +morning," I said. "Look into the +stern-cabin there, then!" said Rollock; +and I turned round, seeing +into the door of the after-cabin, +where, to my no small surprise, there +was a bright white glare through the +little square stern-light, gleaming on +the rim of the sill, and seemingly off +both the air and the water beyond. +Quite confounded, as well as wondering +what Snelling could be about, I +hurried up the companion, the Planter +and Westwood hard at my heels.</p> + +<p>For so long as I had kept at sea, +and a good many different latitudes I +had been into—yet I must say I never +in my life before saw such a strange +sight as broke on us the instant we +put our heads out of the booby-hatch, +fresh from the lamp-light in the cabin.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[Pg 436]</a></span> +Indeed, I can't but own to my first +feeling being fright; for what it was I +couldn't understand, unless we were +got into a quarter of the world where +things weren't natural. There were +a few stray clouds in the sky, scattered +away ahead, and clearing eastward +to settle along before the breeze; all +aloft of us, high over the sharp dark +edge of the sails and gaffs, the air +seemed to open away out pale and +glimmering like a reflection in the ice; +all round you caught a glimpse of the +stars weakening and weakening toward +the horizon. But the water itself—that +was the sight that bewildered +one! On every side the whole sea +lay spread out smooth, and as white +as snow—you couldn't fancy how +wide it might stretch away astern or +on our lee-beam, for not a mark of +horizon was to be seen, save on the +northwest, where you made it out, +owing to the sky there being actually +darker than the sea—but all the time +the wide face of it was of a dead +ghastly paleness, washing with a swell +like milk to our black counter as we +forged ahead. It wasn't that it shone +in the least like blue water at night +in the ordinary tropics—by Jove! +that would have been a comfort—but +you'd have thought there was a winding-sheet +laid over all, or we were +standing across a level country covered +with snow—only when I stood up, +and watched the bows, there was a +faint hissing sparkle to be seen in the +ripple's edge, that first brought me to +myself. The Lascars had woke up +where they lay about the caboose, and +were cowering together for sheer +terror; the men standing, each one in +his place, and looking; while Jones, +who had relieved the midshipman, +leant by himself with his head on the +capstan, as if to keep out the sight of +it all: the schooner's whole dusky +length, in fact, with every black figure +on her decks, and her shape up to the +lightest stick or rope of her aloft, appearing +strange enough, in the midst +of the broad white glare, to daunt +any one that wasn't acquainted with +the thing. "Mr Jones," said I quickly, +on going up to him, "what the devil +is this? I'll be hanged if I didn't begin +to believe in witchcraft or something. +Where are we getting to?" +"Nothing, nothing, sir," said he, lifting +his head; "'tis natural enough; +only the milk sea, as they call it—the +white water, sir, that comes down +twice a-year hereabouts from God +knows where—you only see it so at—at +<i>night</i>!" "Oh, then, according to +that," I said, "we shan't be long of +sighting your island. I suppose?" +"No," said he, "if the breeze freshens +at all, keeping our present course, +the mast-head ought to hail it in two +or three hours; but God knows, Lieutenant +Collins, natural though the +sight is, there's something a man can't +get rid of, especially if"—He stood +up, walked to the side, and kept facing +the whole breadth of the awful-looking +sea, as it were till it seemed to +blind him. "I tell you what, sir," +said he slowly, "if that water had any +use, a priest would say, 'twas sent to +wash that same island clean of what's +been done on it; but it couldn't, Mr +Collins, it couldn't, till the day of +judgment!" He leant over till his +dark face and his shoulders, to my +notion, made the milk-white surge +that stole up to the schooner's bends +take a whiter look. "If that water +could wash <i>me</i>, now," muttered he, +"ay, if it could only take the soul out +of me, curse me, but I'd go down, +down this moment to the bottom!" +With that he gave a sudden move +that made me catch him by the arm. +"No, no, Mr Collins," said he, turning +round; "the truth is, I mean to +go through with it: by G—, I'll let it +carry me where I'm bound for! D—n +it, wasn't I born without asking my +leave, and I'll kick the bucket the +same way, if it was on a blasted dunghill!" +"Come, come, Mr Jones," +said I, in a soothing sort of way, "go +below for a little, and sleep; when we +hail the land, I'll have you called." +"I'd rather not, sir," said Jones, +quietly; "the truth is, it strikes me +there's something strange in my happening +to be aboard here, at this particular +season, too; and see that same +island, <i>now</i>, I must! It's fate, Lieutenant +Collins," added he; "and I +must say, I think it's the more likely +something may turn out there. Either +you'll see that ship, or the men, or +else <i>I</i>'ll be there myself, in some way +or other!"</p> + +<p>Now there was something in all this +that began at moments quite to be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[Pg 437]</a></span>wilder +one, the more excited the state +was it put you in. There was nothing +for it but to push on, and see what +might come of it. Indeed, the weather +favoured us better on our present +course than on any other; and I felt, +if I didn't keep active, I should go distracted. +'Twas almost as if what +Jones said had a truth in it, and a +sort of a power beyond one were drawing +the schooner the way she steered; +while, at the same time, there was +every little while somewhat new in +the extraordinary looks of things to +hold you anxious. Even a flying +touch of a squall we had about midnight +didn't the least do away with +the whiteness of the water all around: +on the contrary, as the dark cloud +crept down upon us, widening on both +sides like smoke, the face of the sea +seemed to whiten and whiten, casting +up a ghastly gleam across the cloud, +with its ripples frothing and creaming: +till, not knowing <i>how</i> things might go +hereabouts, you almost expected the +first rush of the wind to send it all in +a flame to our mastheads. Then up she +rose on a surge like a snow-drift, and +off we drove heeling over to it, gaffs +lowered and canvass down, everything +lost sight of, save the white sea heaving +up against the mist; while the clear-coloured +plash of it through our weather +bulwarks showed it was water +sure enough. The squall went off to +leeward, however, the rain hissing +like ink into the swell it left, and spotting +it all over till the last drops +seemed to sink in millions of separate +sparkles as far as you could see. The +schooner rose from one heave to another +to an even keel on the smooth +length of it, hoisting her spanking +gaffs, hauling aft the sheets, and slipping +ahead once more to a breeze fed +by the rain. As the sky cleared, the +dead white glare the water sent up +into it was such, you didn't know the +one from the other toward the horizon; +and in the midst there was only +the smooth faint surface, brushing +whiter with the breeze, as if it was +nothing else kept it from going out of +sight; with a few streaky clouds turning +themselves out like wool in a confused +rift of the air aloft; the schooner +walking in it without ever a glimpse +of a shadow on one side or another; +while, as for seeing a sail on the horizon, +you might as well have looked +for a shred of paper. It wasn't light, +neither, nor was it haze; nothing but +a dead colour off the very sea's face—for +the schooner rose and plunged +without letting you see a hair's-breadth +of her draught below the water-line. +Every man rubbed his eyes, as if it +were all some kind of a dream, and +none the less when suddenly we were +right upon a long patch of black stripes +winding away through the white, like +so many sea-serpents, come up to +breathe, with both ends of them lost +in the faintness. Nobody stirred, or +said, "Look-out;" stripe after stripe +she went slipping through them as if +they'd been ghosts, without a word +or an extra turn of the wheel. I daresay, +if we had commenced to rise in +the air, every man would have held +on like grim death, but he wouldn't +have wondered much; 'twas just, +"whatever might happen to please +them as had the managing of it," +which was Jacob's observation when +we talked of it after.</p> + +<p>Mr Snelling was the only one that +ventured to pass a joke; when Jones, +who I thought was out of hearing, +looked at the reefer with such a fierce +glance, and so scornful at the same +time, that I couldn't help connecting +what happened the very next moment +with it—for without the slightest +warning, both of us were flung to leeward, +and Snelling pitched into the +scuppers, as a huge rolling ridge of the +white water came down upon our +beam; while the schooner broached to +in the wind, floundering on the swell +with her sails aback. Had the breeze +been stronger, I think it would have +fairly swamped us with the sternway +she had; and heave after heave swelled +glaring and weltering out of the +pale blind sky, till our decks swam +with light in the dusk under the bulwarks, +and about the dark mouths of +the hatchways. Just as suddenly the +rollers seemed to sink in the smooth of +the sea, and at last we payed off with +the breeze as before, at the cost of a +good fright and a famous ducking. +Two or three times in the course of the +middle watch did this happen, except +that we were taken less by surprise, +and had the hatches closed, with every +rope ready to let go; the breeze +strengthening all the time, and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[Pg 438]</a></span> +same sort of look continuing all round +and aloft.<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a></p> + +<p>About four o'clock or so, the appearance +of the sky near where the +horizon ought to be, right ahead, +struck Westwood and me as stranger +than ever; owing to a long lump of +shadow, as it were, lying northward +like the shape of a bow or the round +back of a fish miles long, though it +softened off at one end into the hollow +of the air, and the gleam of the +white water broke past the other like +the streaks of the northern lights in a +frosty night toward the Pole, save for +the thin shadowy tint of it, and the +stars shining plainly through. I'd +have fancied it was high land; when +suddenly the half-moon was seen to +ooze like a yellow spot out of the +shapeless sort of steam to eastward, +like a thing nobody knew, shedding a +faint brown glimmer far below where +you hadn't seen there was water at +all. The bank of shadow softened +away towards her, till in little more +than five minutes the dark rippling +line of the sea was made out, drawn +across the dusk as if it had been the +wide mouth of a frith in the polar ice, +opening far on our weather-bow. A +soft blue shimmering tint stole out on +it by contrast, leaving the milk-white +glare still spread everywhere else, +astern, ahead, and on our lee-beam, +into the sightless sky: 'twas the old +blue water we caught sight of once +more, with the natural night and the +stars hanging over it; and the look-out +aloft reported blue water stretching +wide off to the nor'ard. There +was one full hurrah from the seamen +in the bows, and they ran of themselves +naturally enough to the ropes, +standing by to haul the schooner on +a wind—to head up for the old salt +sea, no doubt.</p> + +<p>"Lieutenant Collins," said Jones, +in a low voice, "do you mean to +steer for that island, sir?" "Yes," +I said, "certainly, Mr Jones—I shall +see this matter out, whatever the +upshot may be!" "Then keep on, +sir," said he, firmly, "keep in the +white water—'tis your only plan to +near it safely, sir!" This I didn't +well understand; but, by Jove! there +was so much out of the common way +hereabouts, that I had made up my +mind to follow his advice. Another +hail from aloft, at length—"Something +black on our lee-bow, sir—right +in the eye of the white it is, sir!" +We were now running fast down in +the direction where there was least +possibility of seeing ahead at all, +although, in fact, the little moonshine +we had evidently began to make +this puzzling hue of the surface less +distinct—turning it of a queer ashy +drab, more and more like the brown +we noticed by day-time; while the +light seemed as it were to scoop out +the hollow of the sky aloft, when a +dark spot or two could be observed +from the deck, dotting the milky +space over one bow—you couldn't say +whether in the air or the water, as +they hung blackening and growing +together before us through below the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[Pg 439]</a></span>foot of the jib. Larger and larger it +loomed as we stood before the breeze, +till there was no doubt we had the +bulk of a small low island not far to +windward of us, a couple of points or +thereabouts on our larboard bow +when she fell off a little—lying with +the ragged outline of it rising to a +top near one end, its shape stretched +black and distinct in the midst of the +pale sea; while the white water was +to be seen taking close along the edge +of the island, showing every rock and +point of it in the shadow from the +moon, till it seemed to turn away all +of a sudden like a current into the +broad dreamy glimmer that still lay +south-eastward. On the other side of +the island you saw the dark sea-ripples +flickering to the faint moonlight, +and some two or three more +patches of flat land just tipping the +horizon, with the thin cocoa-nut trees +on them like reeds against the stars +and the dusk; while the one nearest +us was sufficiently marked out to +have saved me the trouble even of +the look I gave Jones, which he answered +by another. "You have seven +or eight fathoms water here, sir," +added he; "and as soon as she rounds +the point yonder, we can shoal it by +degrees to any anchorage you like, +as long as we keep in the white water—but +we must hold to <i>it</i>!" It was +accordingly found so with the lead, +and ere long, having kept past the +point, the same milky hue could be +noticed as it were jagging off through +the darker water, and winding away +hither and thither all round the other +side, till you lost it. However, here +we brailed up and hauled down everything, +letting go an anchor, little +more than half a mile from a small +sloping beach, where the strange +water actually surged up through the +shadow of the land, in one glittering +sheet like new-fallen snow, while the +back-wash seethed down into it all +along the edge in perfect fire. Nothing +stirred on it, apparently; not a +sound came from it, save the low wash +of the surf on that lonely bare beach; +and you only made out that part of +the island was covered with trees, +with the ground rising to a flat-topped +hummock toward one end. So being +pretty wearied by this time, impatient +though I was for a clearer view of +matters, most of us turned in, leaving +the deck to a strong anchor watch, +in charge of Jones—especially as it +was towards morning, and the breeze +blowing fresh over the island through +our ropes. But if ever a man walked +the deck overhead in a fashion to +keep you awake, it was Jones that +morning: faster and faster he went, +till you'd have thought he ran; then +there was a stop, when you felt him +<i>thinking</i>, and off he posted again. +No wonder, by George! I had ugly +dreams!</p> + +<p>I could scarce believe it wasn't one +still, when, having been called half-an-hour +after daybreak, I first saw the +change in the appearance of things all +about us. The horizon lay round as +clear as heart could wish—not a speck +in sight save the little dingy islets +at a distance; the broad blue ocean +sparkling far away on one side, and +the water to windward, in the direction +we had come, showing the same +brownish tint we had seen the day +before, while it took the island before +us in its bight, and turned off eastward +with the breeze till it spread +against the open sky. The top of +the land was high enough to shut +out the sea-line, and, being low water +at the time, it was plain enough now +why Jones wished to keep the white +streaks over-night; for, where the +dingy-coloured ripples melted on the +other side toward the blue, you could +see by the spots of foam, and the +greenish breaks here and there in the +surface, that all that coast of the +island was one network of shoals and +reefs, stretching out you didn't know +how wide. White-water Island, in +fact, was merely the head of them—the +milky stream that had so startled us +just washing round the deep end of +it, and edging fair along the side of +the reefs, with a few creeks sent in +amongst them, as it were, like feelers, +ere it flowed the other way: we +couldn't otherwise have got so near as +we were. But the island itself was +the sight to fasten you, as the lovely +green of it shone out in the morning +sun, covering the most part of it close +over, and tipping up beyond the bare +break where it was steepest, with a +clump of tall cocoas shooting every +here-and-there out of the thick bush; +indeed, there was apparently a sort of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[Pg 440]</a></span> +split lengthways, through the midst, +where, upon only walking to the +schooner's bow, one could see the +bright greenwood sinking down to a +hollow out of sight, under the clear +gush of the breeze off a dark blue +patch of the sea that hung beyond it +like a wedge. As the tide made over +the long reefs, till the last line of surf +on them vanished, it went up the little +sandy cove opposite us with a plash +on the beach that you could hear: the +place was just what a sailor may have +had a notion of all his life, without +exactly seeing it till then; and +though, as yet, one had but a rough +guess of its size, why, it couldn't be +less than a couple of miles from end +to end, with more than that breadth, +perhaps, at the low side toward the +reefs. Not a soul amongst the man-o'-war'smen, +I daresay, as they +pressed together in the schooner's +bows to see into it, but would have +taken his traps that moment, if I'd +told him, and gone ashore on the +chance of passing his days there; so +it wasn't hard to conceive, from the +state it seemed to put their rough +sunburnt faces in, honest as they +looked, how a similar fancy would +work with Master Harry Foster, +even if it tried his virtue a little.</p> + +<p>I had no more doubt in my own +mind, by this time, of it's being the +fellow's intended "hermitage," than +I had of it's being the same White-water +Island I had heard of myself, +or the spot which Jones seemed to +know so well: 'twas likely the foremast-man +had got inkling of it somewhat +in the way I did; and lying, as +it happened to do, between no less +than three channels which the Indiaman +might take, after dodging us in +this fashion round the long cluster of +the Maldives, she couldn't make +north-westward again for the open +sea, without setting Foster and his +mates pretty well upon their trip. +Indeed, if she were to eastward of the +chain at present, as I was greatly +inclined to believe, the course of the +breeze made it impossible for her to +do otherwise; but there was one +thing always kept lurking about my +mind, like a cover to something far +worse that I didn't venture to dwell +upon—namely, that Captain Finch +might get wind of their purpose, and +drive them on another tack by +knocking it on the head, either at the +time or beforehand, without the +courage to settle <i>them</i>. Nothing in +the world would have pleased me +better than to pounce upon ugly +Harry, at his first breakfast ashore +here; but the bare horizon, and the +quiet look of the island since ever we +hove in sight of it, showed this +wasn't to be. At any rate, however, +I was bent on seeing how the land +lay, and what sort of a place it was; +so accordingly, as soon as the hands +had got breakfast, Westwood and I at +once pulled ashore with a boat's-crew +well armed, to overhaul it. We found +the sandy beach covered, for a good +way up, with a frothy slime that, no +doubt, came from the water on that +side, with ever so many different +kinds of blubber, sea-jelly, star-fish, +and shell; while the rocky edge +round to windward was hung with +weed that made the blocks below it +seem to rise out of every surge, like +green-headed white-bearded mermen +bathing. Glad enough we were to +get out of the queer sulphury smell +all this stuff gave out in the heat—letting +the men take every one his +own way into the bushes, which +they enjoyed like as many schoolboys, +and making, ourselves, right +for the highest point. Here we saw +over, through the cocoa-nut trees and +wild trailing-plants below, down +upon a broad bushy level toward +the reefs. It was far the widest way +of the island; indeed making it apparently +several miles to go round +the different points; and as the men +were to hold right to windward, and +meet again after beating the entire +ground, Westwood and I struck fair +through amongst the tangle of wood, +to see the flat below. We roused +out a good many small birds and +parroquets, and several goats could +be noticed looking at us off the grassy +bits of crag above the trees, though +they didn't seem to know what we +were. As for most of the wood, it was +mainly such bushes and brush as +thrive without water, with a bright +green flush of grass and plants after +the rain at the monsoon, the prickly +pear creeping over the sandy parts, +till we came on a track where some +spring or other apparently oozed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[Pg 441]</a></span> +down from the height, soaking in +little rank spots amongst the ground +leaves, with here and there a small +rusty plash about the grass-blades, +as if there were tar or iron in it. +Here there were taller trees of different +kinds on both sides, dwindling +off into the lower bush, while, to my +surprise, some of them were such as +you'd never have expected to meet +with on an island of the size, or so +far off the land—bananas, mangoes, +a shaddock or two, and a few more, +common enough in India; though here +they must evidently have been +planted, the cocoas being the only +sort natural to the place—and of them +there were plenty below. Suddenly +it led down into a shady hollow, out +of sight of the sea altogether, where +we came on what seemed to have +been a perfect garden some time or +other; there were two or three large +broad-leaved shaddock trees, and one +or two others, with a heap of rubbish +in the midst of the wild Indian corn +and long grass; some broken bamboo +stakes standing, besides a piece of +plank scattered here and there about +the bushes. Right under the shade +of the trees was a hole like the mouth +of a draw-well, more than brimful at +the time with the water from the +spring; for, owing to the late rains, it +made a pool close by the side, and +went trickling away down amongst +the brushwood. Every twig and +leaf grew straight up or out, save in +a narrow track toward the rising +ground—no doubt made by the goats, +as we noticed the prints of their hoofs +on the wet mud. 'Twas evident no +human being had been there for +heaven knew how long; since, by the +care that had been taken with the +place, it was probably the only spring +in the island—perhaps for leagues and +leagues round, indeed. Trees, branches, +green grass, and all—they had +such a still moveless air under the +heat and light, in the lee of the high +ground, with just a blue spot or two +of the sea seen high up through the +sharp shaddock leaves, and the cool-looking +plash of water below them, +that Westwood and I sat down to +wait till we heard the men. Still +there was a terribly distinct, particular +cast about the whole spot, +which, taken together with the ruin +and confusion, as well as the notion +of Foster and his shipmates actually +plotting to come there, gave one almost +an idea of the whole story beforehand, +dim as that was: the longer +you looked, the more horrid it seemed. +Neither natives nor single man could +have brought the different trees to +the island, or contrived a tank-well of +the kind, seeing it was apparently +deep enough to supply a ship's casks; +while, at the same time, I couldn't +help thinking some one had lived +there since it was made, or perhaps +much used. By the space taken up +with the hut that had been there, and +the little change in the wild state of +things, most likely it was by himself +he had been, and for no short time. It +looked, however, as if he had been +carried off in the end, otherwise his +bones would have been hereabouts; +probably savages, as Westwood and I +concluded from the scatter they had +made of his premises. For my own +part, I wondered whether Jones +mightn't have been the man, in which +case most of that disturbed mind he +showed lately might come of remembering +the dreary desolate feelings +one must have, living long on a desert +island. No doubt they had "marooned" +him for something or other, +such as not being a bloody enough +captain; and I could as easily fancy +one having a spice of madness in him, +after years ashore here, as in Captain +Wallis after a French prison. Still it +startled one to see one's face in the +black of the well; and we couldn't +make up our minds to drink out of it. +Even the pool at its side had a queer +taste, I thought—but that may have +been all a notion. All at once, by +the edge of this same pool, Westwood +pointed out two or three marks that +surprised us both, being quite different +from what the goats could have +made; and on observing closer, they +were made out to be more like the +paws of a wild beast stamped in the +mud. "By Jove!" I said, "no +wolves on the island, surely!" "All +of them seem to stick to the pool in +preference to the well, at any rate," +said Tom; "they appear to have the +same crotchet with ourselves, Ned!" +"Strange!" said I, "what the devil +can it be?" Westwood eyed the +prints over and over. "What do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_442" id="Page_442">[Pg 442]</a></span> +you think of—a <i>dog</i>?" he asked. +"Good heavens!" exclaimed I, +looking down—"yes!" and there we +sat gazing at the thing, and musing +over it with somehow or other a +curious creeping of the blood, for my +part, that I can't describe the reason +of. At last we heard the men hallooing +to each other on the level beneath, +when we hurried down, and coasted +round till we came upon the boat +again, where the coxswain was amusing +himself gathering shells for home—and +we pulled back to the schooner.</p> + +<p>My first resolve after this was to +keep before the breeze again, try to +get sight of the ship, and tell Finch +out and out, as I ought to have done +at once, what was afoot amongst his +crew; or else to let Sir Charles Hyde +know of it, and make him a bold offer +of a passage to Calcutta. However, +I soon saw this wouldn't do; and a +regular puzzle I found myself in, betwixt +inclining to stick to the island +and catch Foster if he came, and +wishing to know how the Indiaman +stood on her course if he didn't. +Jones must have read my thoughts as +I leant upon the capstan, looking +from White-water Island to the horizon +and back again; for he stepped +aft and said in a low voice, "Lieutenant +Collins, there's one thing I +didn't tell you about that island before, +because, as I said, I wasn't at +first sure it was the one the men +meant; it may help to decide you, +sir," said he gravely. "Ah?" I said. +"In that island," he went on, his ordinarily +dark face as pale as death, +"there is enough gold at this moment +to buy half an English county—ay, and +better than gold, seeing that only one +man knows the spot where it is, and +<i>he</i> would rather sail round the world +without a shirt to his back than touch +one filing of the—hell's dross!" I +looked at Jones in perfect amaze as +he added, "You may fancy now, Mr +Collins, whether if a man of the kind +happened to get wind of this, he +would not stir heaven and earth to +reach the place? But, rather than +that gold should come into living +hands," said he fiercely, "I would +<i>wait for them</i> by myself—ay, alone—alone," +and a shudder seemed to run +through him as he gave another +glance to the island. For my part, I +drew a long breath. What he mentioned +had all at once relieved my +mind wonderfully; for if this was Master +Foster's cue, as I now saw it must +have been the whole voyage over, +why, he would be just as sure not to +spread the thing widely, as he would +be to get here some time, if he could. +On second thoughts, it wasn't so +plain how the rest of the crew might +work with it, on the least inkling; but +inclined as I naturally was to look +upon the best side of the matter, you +needn't wonder at my making up my +mind as I did. The short and the +long of it was that, in an hour more, +Jones and myself, with Jacobs and +four other good hands—and, somewhat +to my annoyance, Mr Rollock, +who persisted in coming—were pulling +back for the island; while the +schooner, under care of Westwood +and Snelling, was hauled on a wind to +stand up across the Nine Degrees +Channel, which the Indiaman would +no doubt take as the safest course for +western India, if all went well, and +supposing I had reckoned correctly +why we missed her so long. In that +case, three or four days at most +couldn't fail to bring her up; and on +first sighting her at the horizon, they +could easily enough strip the schooner +to her sticks, keeping her stern on so +as to let the ship pass without noticing +the loom of so small a craft; +whereas if they didn't see her at all, +in that time, they were to bear up before +the wind again for the island. +Of all things, and every circumstance +being considered, I agreed with Westwood +it was best not to come across +her again, if we could help it.</p> + +<p>For our own part, in the boat, we +were fully provisioned and armed for +all the time we could need, not to +speak of what the island itself afforded; +and after watching the +schooner stand heeling off to sea, +round the deep end of it, we cruised +close along, not for the beach this +time, but seeking for a cove in the +rocks where the boat could be hauled +up out of sight, and safe from the surf +at high water. This we weren't very +long of finding behind some blocks +that broke the force of the surge, +where the wild green trailers from +above crept almost down to the seaweed; +and after helping them a little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443">[Pg 443]</a></span> +to hide her perfectly, the whole of us +scrambled ashore. The first thing +was to post a look-out on the highest +point, the sharp little peak next to +the reef-side, overlooking the spring +and the level ground between: on +the other side of the long green valley, +full of bush in the midst, was the flat-topped +rise towards the brown water, +from which I and the Planter watched +the schooner softening for an hour or +two, till she reached the blue sea-gleam, +and lessened to a speck. By +that time, the men had pitched a little +canvass tent on the slope opposite to +us, over the hollow—Jones evidently +being anxious to keep clear of the +spot, which somebody else had picked +out beforehand: in fact the highest +ground was betwixt us and it; and on +coming down through the thicket to +our quarters, after a stroll in which +Rollock shot a couple of rose-coloured +parroquets, declaring them to be +splendid eating, we found Jones had +had to send over the other way for +water.</p> + +<p>I woke up in the tent perhaps an +hour before midnight, as I judged on +looking through the opening at the +stars that shone in the dark sky +through the north-east end of the +valley above the sea. At the other +end, being higher, you just saw the +scattered heads of the bushes against +a pale floating glimmer of air, with a +pale streak of horizon. Behind us was +the height where we had the look-out, +and in front the flat top of the +crag drawn somehow or other as distinct +as possible upon the faint starlight +in that quarter, roughening away +down on both sides into the brushwood +and dwarf cocoa-nut trees. +With the stillness of the place all +round, the bare sight of that particular +point gave me a dreamy, desolate, +ghastly sort of feeling, beyond +aught I ever saw in my life before: +it was choking hot and heavy inside, +and seemingly throughout the hollow, +though a good deal of dew began to +fall, glistening on the dark-green +bushes nearest us, and standing in +drops on the fern-like cocoa leaves +which Jacobs and the other men had +roofed themselves with. They were +sound asleep; and the glimpse of the +soles of their shoes and their knees, +sticking out of the shadow you saw +their rough faces in, with the sight of +their cutlass-hilts, served to give one +a still wilder notion of the place. One +felt scarce sure of being able to wake +them, in case of anything turning up; +and, at any rate, a dread came over +you of its being possibly somewhat +unnatural enough to make the thing +useless. On the other hand, the +Planter kept up such a confounded +snoring inside the canvass close by +me, that although there was no doubt +of his being alive, the sound of it put +stranger thoughts into your head: +sometimes his breath would be jogging +on like that of a tolerably ordinary +mortal, then get by degrees perfectly +quiet; and then all of a sudden go +rising and rising, faster and faster, as +if some terrible dream had hold of +him, or there was some devilish +monster hard in chase of his soul, till +out it broke into a fearful snort that +made your very heart jump—whereupon +he'd lie as if he were finished, +then go through the whole story +again. I can't tell you how that +cursed noise troubled me; 'twas no +use shoving and speaking to him, and +all the time the old boy was evidently +quite comfortable, by something he +said at last about "indigo being up." +The best I could do was to get out +and leave him to himself: in fact, +where Jones had gone at the time I +didn't know, till suddenly I caught +sight of his dark figure standing on +the rise at the back of our post, and +went up to him. Jones was certainly +a strange mixture, for here had he +been all round the low side of the +island by himself, yet I found him +leaning bareheaded on the barrel of +his musket, listening like a deer: he +assured me solemnly he thought he +had heard voices for the last hour on +the other side, where he hadn't been, +and asked me if I would go with him +to see. Then down came our look-out +from the peak, rolling through the +bushes like a sea-cow, to report his +not having seen anything, and to say +they'd forgot to relieve him aloft; so +rousing up Jacobs, I sent them both +back together, while Jones and I held +the opposite way for the other height. +The moment we got to it, <i>there</i> was +the same faint blotted-out horizon as +we had had all astern of us the night +before, the same strange unnatural<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_444" id="Page_444">[Pg 444]</a></span> +paleness cast off the face of the sea, +making it look black by contrast to +north-eastward and east, against the +blue shadow with the bright stars in +it, where the sea rippled as usual; +while the keenest glare in the middle +seemed to stream right to the breast +of the island, like the reflection of +daylight down a long break in the +ice—only it was dead and ghastly to +behold. The white water washed round +under the black edge of the rocks before +us, to the bare sloping beach, +where it came up fairly like a wide +plash of milk, glimmering and sparkling +back amongst the little sea-creatures +you fancied you saw moving and +crawling out or in; till it ran along +by where the reefs were, and turned +off to the dim sky again. Everything +else was still, and Jones drew a +breath like one relieved. "Nothing +after all, I think, sir!" said he: but +to my mind there was something a +long sight more awful in the look of +that unaccountable white water bearing +down like snow upon the island, +as it were, with the wrinkles and eddies +to be seen faintly in it here and +there back toward the glaring breadth +of it, and the floating streaks in the +sky above. Especially when he told +me he thought it was owing to millions +upon millions of living things in +it, that made the same show there at +two different seasons in the year, for +a week or so at a time—the appearance +of it getting less distinct every +night. However, I had begun to +grow uneasy again about the Indiaman, +and the schooner too, as well as +doubtful of the fellows coming to the +island it all; on the contrary, as I +said to Jones, if they saw the +schooner, and Westwood didn't +manage as I told him, why both she, +the ship, and ourselves might possibly +get the finishing-stroke altogether. +"The more I think of it," said I, +"the more cursedly foolish it seems +to be here instead of aboard!" "Why +it is, Mr Collins, I don't know," replied +Jones, "yet I feel as sure these +men will land here as if I heard them +in the woods: and if I wasn't aware +how one crime breeds another, for my +part I shouldn't be here at present, +sir. Many a night afloat has the +thought of this place weighed on me, +lest there was something new doing +in it: but what's buried here I'm resolved +no man shall stir up, if I can +help it, sir!" A little after, as we +got up and went down to the beach, +all of a sudden—like a thing he +couldn't avoid—Jones began to give +me some snatches of what had happened +here some years before, which, +according to him, he had got from a +shipmate of his that died; and I +must say it made the blood creep in +me to listen to it.</p> + +<p>At the beginning of the war, he +said, the island had been a nest of +regular pirates, who had taken pains +to make it, from a mere muddy head +of a reef with some cocoas upon it, +probably into a resort on occasions—especially +as even the wild Maldive +natives to southward had somehow a +dislike to it. The whole gang being +taken by some cruiser or other at sea, +however, too far off to leave any clue +to their harbourage hereabouts, they +were all hanged, and the place lost +sight of; till a good many years after, +a country Arab craft, bound for Dacca +up the Ganges, was driven in a gale +upon the reefs some way off, without +seeing the island at all till the sea +went down, and she was going to +pieces. There were only two Europeans +aboard, both having turned +Mussulmen, and the youngest of them +was mate. There was a passenger, a +native Indian merchant, and his servants, +with, as was believed, his +harem below in the after cabins, for +nobody ever had seen them; but the +Arab <i>rais</i> of the vessel, and several +more, being washed off when she +struck, the other Mussulmen took to +the only boat they had, and got ashore, +laving the two Englishmen with the +passenger. Next day the two men +had contrived a raft of the spars, +whereupon the Hindoo at last brought +up his three women, veiled from head +to foot, and the whole got safe to the +island. Here all the Mahometans +herded together amongst themselves, +forcing the two Englishmen to keep on +the other side of the island, as they +had no firearms; while the old Hindoo +merchant and his native servant got +a tent pitched on the highest point +for the women, where they were no +more seen than before, and a flag +hoisted on a stick all the time for a +signal to ships—poor simple devil! as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_445" id="Page_445">[Pg 445]</a></span> +Jones said with a laugh. Every day +he offered the Arab crew more of the +gold and jewels he had with him, to +make for India and get him brought +off; till at last some of the Arabs came +round to the mate and his companion, +wanting them to take the boat and go +instead, otherwise they would kill +both of them at once. The two men +accordingly had provisions given them, +and hoisted sail on the boat before the +breeze to eastward: they had almost +dropped the island, when all at once +the one in the boat's bows stepped aft +to him that had the tiller, and said it +struck him the Arabs couldn't mean +well to the Hindoo and his wives, in +trying to get clear of others. All his +companion did, Jones said, was to +ask if he was man enough to go back, +face them boldly, and offer to take the +passenger and his harem too, when +some craft or other might come back +for the Arabs, since they weren't seamen +enough to venture first in the +boat. "I tell you what," said the +first, "try the two largest breakers of +water there!" The water for use next +after the open one was tasted—and it +was <i>salt</i>. "Will you stand by me?" +the second man said, after a while. +The other had a dog with him of his +own, that had swam ashore from the +vessel after the raft he landed upon, +and it was sleeping in the boat's bow +at the moment, near him; the dog +lifted its head as they spoke, eyed the +two, and lay down again with a low +sort of growl. "Ay," answered the +other, "to the last I will—as long as +you stick by <i>me</i>!" They hauled over +the sheet, laid the boat sharp on a +wind, and as soon as it was dusk +began to pull back toward the island, +where they got ashore in the dark +before morning.</p> + +<p>Here Jones stopped, turned suddenly +round to the glare of the white +water plashing upon the beach, and +said no more. "Why, Jones," said +I, "is that all you've to tell?—what +came of them? For God's sake, yes—what +was the upshot?" "'Tis +enough to show how one bad thing +breeds another, as I said, sir," answered +he. "Probably in the end, +though—at any rate I only fancy the +rest—'tis a horrible dream to me, for +a—a—squall came on when that shipmate +of mine got so far, and we had +to reef topsails. He went overboard +off the yard that very night," said +Jones wildly. "The man must have +been <i>there</i>," said I in a pointed way, +"to give all the particulars—<i>he</i> was +the mate, himself, Mr Jones!" He +made no answer, but kept gazing out +to sea. "And how long was this +ago?" I asked. "Oh," answered he, +"years enough ago, no doubt, sir, for +both of us to be children, if <i>you</i> were +born, Mr Collins"—and he turned his +face to me as ghastly as the water toward +the horizon he was looking at +before,—"at least I hope to God it +was so—the man was a poor creature, +sir, bless you, and d——d old, as it +seems to me—twice my own age at +the time, Lieutenant Collins! At +all events, though," he went on, +rambling in a strange way that made +me think he was going out of his mind, +"he remembered well enough the first +time he saw the white water coming +down upon the island. He was hunting—<i>hunting</i>—through +the bushes and +up and down, and came up upon the +crag." "Hunting?" I said. "Yes, +you didn't know how it lived, or +where it kept, but every night it was +on the look-out there. There was no +one else, save the girl sleeping over +beyond in the hut; and the man almost +fancied the water of the sea was coming +down to the rocks and the beach, like +the Almighty himself, to show he +was clear of all that had happened—if +he could but have finished that +brute, testifying like the very devil, +he'd have been happy, he felt! +Harkye," said he, sinking his voice to +a whisper, "when he went back at +daylight, the woman was dying—she +had born a—what was as innocent +as she was, poor, sweet, young heathen!" +And if I hadn't guessed pretty +well before that Jones was the man +he'd been speaking of, his glittering +eye, and his stride from the beach +would have showed it; apparently he +forgot everything besides at that moment, +till you'd have thought his mind +gloated on this piece of his history. +"The woman!" I couldn't help saying, +"what woman? Had the rest left +you in the boat, then?"</p> + +<p>Jones looked upon me fiercely, then +turned away; when all on a sudden +such a long unearthly quaver of a cry +came down through the stillness, from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_446" id="Page_446">[Pg 446]</a></span> +somewhere aloft in the island, that at +first I didn't know what to think, unless +one of our look-out men had met +with an accident, and tumbled down. +'Twas so dark where they were, however, +there was no seeing them. +Without looking for himself, Jones +faced me, shivering all over. "What +is that, Mr Collins?" whispered he, +catching my arm with a clutch like +death, "<i>is</i> there anything yonder—behind—behind—sir?" +On the flat +head of the crag north-westward, black +against the pale glimmer over the very +spot where we had stood half-an-hour +before, to my utter horror, there was +some creature or other sitting as if it +looked toward the sea; and just then +another wild, quivering, eddying sound +came evidently enough from it, like a +thing that would never end. It wasn't +a human voice that!—my very brain +spun with it, as I glanced to Jones. +"Good heavens!" I said, "<i>what</i>? But +by Jove! now I think of it; yes—'tis +the howl of a <i>dog</i>—nothing else!" +"Eight—ten years!" said Jones, +hoarsely, "without food, too, and +enough in that well to have poisoned +whole gangs of men for twenty years—<i>can</i> +it be an earthly being, sir?" +The stare he gave me at the moment +was more frightful than aught else, +but I mentioned what Westwood and +I had observed the day before. Before +I well knew what he meant, Jones +was stealing swiftly up the rising +ground to the shoulder of it. I saw +him get suddenly on a level with the +creature, his musket aiming for it—there +was a flash and a shot that left +the height as bare as before—and next +minute, with a short whimpering howl, +the animal flew down the hill, while I +heard Jones crashing through the +bushes after it, till he was lost in the +dark. Such a terrible notion it gave +me of his strange story being true, +whereas before I had almost fancied it +partly a craze of his, from having lived +here alone—that for a moment or two +it seemed to my mind we were still +in the midst of it. I hurried back to +our post, and close upon morning +Jones came over and lay down by +himself without a word, haggard and +covered with sweat.</p> + +<p>All next day the horizon on every +side was clear of a single speck; no +signs either of ship or schooner, till I +began to wish we were out of it, +hoping the Seringapatam had, after +all, kept the old course for Bombay, +in spite of us. I found Jones had +warned the men not to get our water +out of the tank; it being poisoned in a +way fit to last for years, as the pirates +knew how to do. For our parts, we +had to amuse ourselves the best way +we could, waiting for the schooner to +come down again for us, which was +the only thing I looked for now. That +night the white appearance of the +water to north and windward seemed +a good deal gone, save where it hung +like a haze in the direction it took off +the island: the stars shone out, and in +two or three nights more I found from +Jones there would be nothing of it, +which I hoped I should have to take +on his word.</p> + +<p>At daybreak, however, our look-out +could all of a sudden be seen hoisting +the signal for a sail in sight, and +waving his hat for us to come. No +sooner had we hurried up, accordingly, +than a sail could be made out +in the south-east, hull down; and the +schooner not being likely thereaway, +a certain flutter in me at once set it +down for the Indiaman at last, on her +way far past the island for the open +channel. Being broad daylight, too, +with a fresh breeze blowing, we saw +that Foster and his party, if they +carried out their scheme, would have +to wait till she was a long way to +windward at night-time, in order to +get clear off. In fact, I had every +one kept down off the height, lest the +ship's glasses might possibly notice +something; while, at the same time, +we hadn't even a fire kindled to cook +our victuals. I was watching her +over the brow of the hill, through the +telescope, when she evidently stood +round on the other tack to get up to +windward, which brought her gradually +nearer. She was a large ship, +under full canvass; and at last she +rose her hull to the white streak +below the bulwarks, till I began to +think they intended passing the +island to eastward to make the +channel. I went down for Jones, +and asked him how far the reefs +actually ran out, when he told me +there would probably be signs enough +of them in such a strong, breeze; +besides, as he reminded me, if she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_447" id="Page_447">[Pg 447]</a></span> +was the Indiaman, it was the captain +himself that had a chart of them; in +which, from the particular nature of +it—being an old buccaneering chart, +as he thought—they would be laid +down quite plainly. Indeed, when +we both returned to the height, there +were lines of surf to be noticed here +and there, more than three miles out; +and seeing her by that time so distinctly, +a new uneasiness began to +enter my head. There were no +signals we could make, even if they +didn't serve the other way; and, to +tell the truth, I didn't much like the +idea of being found there. Still, it +was terrible to see her getting nearer +and nearer, without the power of +doing the least thing to warn her off; +spreading and heightening before you, +till you counted her sails, and saw +the light betwixt them, with the +breeze always strengthening off that +side the island, and of course making +it the safer for her to pass it to leeward. +The blue surges rose longer +to the foam at their crests, till +one's eye got confused between them +and the spots of surf rippling greenish +over the tongues of reef; in fact, it +wasn't far off being low-water at the +time, and the whole was to be seen +better from the height than elsewhere, +stretched out like a floor that the +breeze was sweeping across, raising a +white dust where the blue melted +into the light-brown tint of the sea to +leeward. The breeze came so fresh +that she even hauled down her +sky-sails and fore-royal, falling off +to go to leeward of the island. At +the same moment, I made out with +the glass that she was actually the +Seringapatam, and also, that she'd +got a leadsman at work in the chains. +Five minutes more, and she'd have +gone time enough into the distinct +brown-coloured swells, to stand past +the deep end: without help from the +glass, I saw the sun sparkle in the +spray from her black bows; she made +a sliding forge ahead with her whole +beam on to us; when, next moment, +as if she had taken a sudden yaw and +broached to in the wind, she came +fairly end-on, showing the three piles +of canvass in one. A wild boding of +the truth crept on me as I sprang on +the peak, waving my arms, and +stamping like a lunatic, as if they +could hear me. The next instant she +had fallen a little over, her foretop-mast +and main-to'gallant-mast gone +out of their places at the shock, and +the heavy blue swells running to her +highest side in a perfect heap of foam; +while the spray rose in white jets +across her weather bulwarks at every +burst of them. The Indiaman had +struck on a rib of reef, or else a spit +of sand, near the very edge of the +whole bank: had it been only high +water—as I had reason to believe +afterwards—she'd have gone clear +over it. As soon as the first horror +of the thing was a little past, I looked, +without a word, to Jones, and he +to me. "The fellows have come at +last, certainly!" said he, in a serious +enough tone. "Mr Collins," he +added, "the moment I set foot on +ground here, I felt sure something +would come of it!"—"Get the men +down at once, sir," I said, "and let's +pull out to the ship!"—"Why, sir," +answered he, "the breeze is likely to +keep for some time as it is, and if +she's completely gone, they'll be able +to bring all hands safe ashore. If you +take my advice, Mr Collins, you'll +hold all fast, and show no signs of +our being here at all, in case of +having something or other to manage +yet that may cost us harder!" It +didn't need much thought to see this, +in fact; and in place of going down, +ten minutes after we were all close +amongst the bushes on the slope, +watching the wreck. What was at +the bottom of all this I didn't know; +whether Captain Finch had really +got wind of Foster's scheme, and +been playing with some hellish notion +his heart failed him to carry out, or +how it was; but what he was to +make of <i>this</i> was the question.</p> + +<p>Well, toward afternoon, the wreck +seemed pretty much in the same +state, though by that time they had +evidently given her up, for the boats +were beginning to be hoisted out to +leeward. We couldn't see what +went on there, till one of them suddenly +appeared, pulling out for the +island, about three miles off; then +the large launch after it. There were +ladies' dresses to be made out in both, +their cloaks and shawls fluttering +bright to the breeze as the boats +dipped in the short swells; and they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_448" id="Page_448">[Pg 448]</a></span> +were full an hour ere they got out of +our sight, near the broad beach, on the +level side, where the tide was ebbing +fast again, making it a hard matter +to pull the distance. Two more boats +came off the ship, filled full of casks +and other matters, save the crews; +the rest of the passengers and men +no doubt waiting for the launch and +jolly-boat to go back and take them +ashore—for, soon after, they both could +be seen rounding the point on their way +out. On coming within hail of the +fresh boats, however, they apparently +gave in, since we could see the two +of them, to our great surprise, strike +round, and make for the beach again +with their shipmates, spite of signals +from the wreck, and shots even fired +after them. The breeze by that time +flagged, leaving less of a sea against +the ship's hull in the dead-water from +the other reefs, and she had fallen +over again to leeward—a proof of her +sticking fast where she struck, without +much fear of parting very soon in +such weather; but the sun was going +down, and this being the first sign of +foul play we had observed, 'twas +plain at all events we should have to +look sharp about us. We kept close +up the height, bolted our cold junk +and biscuit, washing down with a +stiff caulker, and looked every man +to his tools. To my great satisfaction, +the Planter, who had watched +everything seemingly in pure +bewilderment, woke up out of it when +he knew how matters stood, and +handled his double-barrel as cool as a +cucumber, putting in two bullets +above the small shot he had got for +the birds, and ramming down with +the air of a man summing up a +couple of bills against a rascally +debtor. For my own part, I must +say I was longer of coming to feel it +wasn't some sort of a dream, owing +to Jones' broken story; till the +thought of <i>who</i> was to all likelihood +on the very island below, with the +rest of the ladies, amongst a set of all +sorts of foremast-men thrown loose +from command—half of them, probably, +ruffians, with some hand in +the matter—it came on me like fire +at one's vitals. Meantime we sat there +patiently enough for want of knowing +what was to do first, or which way +we had best keep to avoid bringing +matters to a head, worse than they +yet were.</p> + +<p>The night came out of the dusk a +fine starlight to seaward beyond the +reefs where the Indiaman lay, the +high side of the island glooming back +against the deep blue glistening sky, +till you didn't see how large it might +be; while the white water hung +glimmering off to leeward from the +rocks. The ship's crew had kindled +a fire on the long strand near the +boats, and we heard their noise +getting louder and louder above the +sound of the sea plashing upon it—evidently +through their making free +with liquor. Jones being no doubt +well acquainted with every part of +the ground, he proposed to go over +and see how things stood, and where +the passengers might be: at the same +time, as Mr Rollock was more likely +to come conveniently to speech of +them, both for explaining our being +here and putting them on their guard, +he agreed to go too.</p> + +<p>One or other of them was to hurry +back as quickly as possible, while the +men and myself waited in readiness +for whatever might turn up. Hour +after hour passed, however, till I was +quite out of patience, not to say uneasy +beyond description. All was still, +save below toward the water's edge—the +seamen's voices at times mixing +with the washing hum of the surge on +the sand, then rising over it in the +chorus of a forecastle song, or a sudden +bit of a quarrelsome uproar; +notwithstanding which they began apparently +to settle down to sleep. At +last the Planter came skirting round +the hill through the trees, quite out of +breath, to say they had discovered the +spot where the ladies had no doubt +been taken by their friends, as Captain +Finch himself, with one of the ship's +officers, and two or three cadets, were +walking about on the watch, all of +them armed. To judge by this, and +the fact of the other gentlemen being +still apparently on the wreck, Finch +mistrusted his men. However, the +Planter thought it better not to risk a +hasty shot through him by going nearer; +and, to tell the truth, I thought it +better myself to wait till daylight, +when we should see if the rest got +ashore; or possibly, as I wished to +heaven were the case, the schooner<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_449" id="Page_449">[Pg 449]</a></span> +might heave in sight. "Where is Mr +Jones, though?" asked I: on which I +found he had gone over for the first +time toward the well for some water, +as he told Mr Rollock. Indeed, the +passengers were settled near the thick +of the wood on this side of the watering-place, +none of the Indiaman's +people seeming to know as yet there +was such a thing on the island.</p> + +<p>We each of us held our breath, and +listened to hear Jones come back. I +was just on the point of leading my +party that way, when I caught the +sound of some one panting, as it were, +up the ridge from the shore, and next +moment saw, to my great surprise, it +was the creature Jones had such a +horror of—the dog that had run wild +on the island, snuffing with his nose +to the ground as if he were in chase of +something; while the straw hats and +tarpaulins of half-a-dozen fellows with +ship's muskets and cutlasses followed +him over the hill, not thirty paces +above us. I signed to Jacobs to keep +quiet, as they halted together, looking +at the dog; and, from what I could +catch of their words, they had noticed +it ever since sundown, sitting at the +foot of the hill watching what went on, +till the animal ran toward them as if +they were friends, every now and then +turning and making for the heights +with a bark and a whimper, as it did +at present. One of the men was Foster. +"I tell ye what it is," said he, +"there's some fellow on the island +already, 'mates. If we ketch him, why, +we'll have it out of him—then down +with it quietly to the shore, and go off +in the long-boat, seeing as how this +blasted fool of a skipper of ours has +spoiled our pleasure!" The dog turned +again, wagged his tail, and put +his nose to the ground. I thought at +first he'd bring them right upon us, +when suddenly he broke off with a yelp +exactly into the track Jones had +taken with Mr Rollock on leaving us. +The sailors kept away in his wake, +down through the bushes into the +thick dusk of the trees; upon which +the Planter and I started to our feet at +once, and held cautiously after them, +the five man-o'-warsmen following at +our heels, Indian file.</p> + +<p>Jones, however, had either heard +the dog, or got an inkling of the thing, +and he had taken a long round so as +to join us from behind: the Indiaman's +men keeping on for a quarter of +an hour or so, when they brought up +again, seemingly doubtful whether to +follow the creature or not; and we +dropped like one man into the shadow, +till they made sail once more. Soon +after the Planter pointed to the trees +where the passengers were, and, on a +sign from me, the whole of us edged +down to the spot, till we were standing +within sight of the half-finished +fire, where the Judge's kitmagar was +sitting asleep, tailor-fashion, with his +flat turban sunk to his breast. One +of the cadets stood down the slope a +little, betwixt that and the beach +where the crew were, leaning sleepily +on his gun, and nodding; while in the +midst was a sort of shed, run up with +branches and cocoa-nut leaves, where +you could see a glimpse of the different +ladies' dresses, young and old, +asleep on the ground. The starlight +fell right down into the opening, and +showed the glistening edges of the +leaves, with the sea broad out beyond +the cocoas at the foot of the rising +ground; so bidding Jones look out +sharp, I stepped carefully through. +My eye lighted at once on Sir Charles +Hyde lying in one nook of the shelter, +wrapped up in his pilot-coat—the +first time in the old gentleman's life +for a good while, I daresay, that he +had passed his night on the ground, +especially with such a lot of berths +taken up beside him. Still he was +sound enough at the time, to judge by +his breathing, trifle as it was to the +Planter's; and close by him was his +daughter, with her cloak drawn half +over her head in the shadow—her hair +confused about her cheek as it pressed +white into the bundle of red bunting +she had for a pillow, and one hand +keeping the cloak fast at the neck, as +if she dreamt of a stiff breeze. The +sight went to my heart, and so did the +notion of waking her; but I heard +sounds below on the beach, as if the +rest of the crew missed their shipmates, +probably getting jealous after +their booze, and not unlikely to seek +them up the island; so the more it +struck me there was no time to be +lost in coming to an understanding. +According, I stooped down quietly +and touched her on the shoulder. +Violet Hyde opened her eyes at once,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_450" id="Page_450">[Pg 450]</a></span> +and looked at me; but whether it was +the starlight showing my uniform, or +her fancying it was still the Indiaman +in the Atlantic, in place of crying out, +why, there was almost a smile on her +lips as she saw me from the ground. +Next moment, however, she drew her +hand across her eyelids, sat up with +the help of the other arm, and gazed +on me in a bewildered way, naming +me at the same time below her breath. +"Yes, Miss Hyde!" I said hastily; +and a few words served to give her a +notion of the case, as well as to advise +her to wake up the Judge, with the +rest of the ladies, and be ready to move +the moment we came back. My first +thought was to take Foster's own +plan, and secure the long-boat, if we +could only get betwixt the Indiaman's +crew and the water; or even try our +own, on the opposite side of the island, +and carry off the other boats to +the wreck; after which we might keep +off till the schooner appeared, as she +couldn't be long of doing in this +weather.</p> + +<p>I had just stolen back to the men +and Mr Rollock, when all at once +there was a wild cry, not twenty yards +off, among the brushwood. A heavy +blow and a struggle, in the midst of +which three shots, one after the other, +were heard from the cadets; next +minute, with oaths and curses to the +mast-head, and a crash through +amongst the branches in the dark, +Foster and his shipmates came making +for the opening. Something horrible +flashed through my mind as I +fancied I had caught Finch's voice, +whether one way or the other I couldn't +say, for I had no thought at the time +excepting for Violet. Shriek upon +shriek broke from the ladies ere I +well knew I had big Harry himself by +the hairy throat of him, as he was aiming +a left-handed stroke of his cutlass +at the Judge, who had sprung betwixt +him and his daughter. The strength +of that ruffian was wonderful, for he +flung me off and levelled Sir Charles +Hyde at the same moment, the Judge's +body tripping me. Jones and my own +men, as well as the Planter, were hard +at work with the other five desperate +villains; while the cadets and the +second officer of the Seringapatam +rushed in from the trees—all of it +passing in half a minute. As I started +to my feet, Foster had lifted Violet +Hyde in his arms, and was dashing +through the darkest of the wood with +her toward the hollow; when, just as I +was hard upon him, doubly to my +horror, above all the screams of the +ladies I could hear the wild drunken +shouts of the crew below coming up +from the beach like so many devils. +Foster had got as far as the next +opening where the rubbish of the hut +was, and, no doubt catching the sound +as well as myself, all at once he dropped +the young lady on the grass—in a +faint as she was, and her white dress +stained with blood, as I thought from +<i>herself</i>. "Now ye——" shouted he, +turning bolt round till her moveless +figure lay betwixt us, with a flourish +of his cutlass, which I fancied was +bloody too—"who are <i>you</i>? You'll +have a dozen on ye directly, but what's +meat for the skipper's meat for the passenger, +so—" "Devil!" said I through +my teeth, as I edged round; and Foster +was in the very act of rushing at +me, whether he trod on her or not, when +my voice or dress seemed to strike +him in the dusk. "How the bloody +comfort did <i>you</i>—" said he, shrinking +back for a moment; "so much the +better, by G—!" and he sprang forward +again right upon me, with a +swinging boarder's blow at my head, +which flashed off my blade with a +force enough to have shivered it, had +it not been a first-rate old cut-and-thrust +I had tried pretty stiffly before. +If I hadn't been in such a fury of +rage, and a hurry at once, 'twould +have been Harry's last hit; but, at +the third he made, I caught him fair +under it, the point going through and +through his body as I thrust him back +stride by stride—his cutlass waving +fiercely all the time in the air clear of +my head, for the stroke came under +his arm. The moment he fell, though +I knew nothing before that of where +we were, there was a heavy plunge; +I had nearly followed on top of him, +as he went head-foremost down the +tank-well under the trees; but next +moment, without a thought more to +him in the heat of the struggle, I was +lifting Violet off the grass. What I +did or what I said, to see if she would +revive, I don't really know; but I +remember, as well as if it were last +night, the very sound of her voice as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_451" id="Page_451">[Pg 451]</a></span> +she told me she wasn't hurt. The +affair in the wood below us had suddenly +ceased during these five or ten +minutes—indeed, as I found afterwards, +Jones and my party had settled +every one of the five, either altogether +or for the time; but the uproar of +more than twenty fierce voices could +be heard beyond them, cursing and +yelling as they came stumbling and +crashing up amongst the brushwood +in a body; while the ladies and their +companions struggled up from all sides +toward the height, wild with terror. +I met Sir Charles Hyde hurrying to +seek his daughter, however; and the +moment he had her in his arms, I +rushed down, pistol in hand, to join +my men, who were standing firm +below, as the mutineers burst into the +opening, no doubt with the notion +they had only the cadets to do with. +"Here, my lads!" I sang out; +"make every man of them prisoner—down +with 'em to the schooner!" +And as I broke suddenly through in +the starlight in the midst of them, +Jones, Jacobs, the Planter, and the +other four man-o'-warsmen sprang +after me, one by one—taking the cue, +and shouting as if to ever so many +behind us, "Here they are, shipmates—this +way—settle the blackguards!" +In fact, the moment I appeared, the +gang of half-drunk fellows were taken +aback. One of them roared as if he +saw the very devil; and giving them +no time to think, we drove them +scattering down toward the beach. +One of Foster's party, however, being +only stunned, had contrived to get +down amongst them; and in a little +while, seeing we didn't follow, the +whole lot of them appeared to get an +inkling of the truth, on which they +rallied. It wasn't long ere I saw they +had got desperate, and were planning +to divide, and come somewhere over +upon us round the heights; so that, +in the dark, with our small party, not +knowing their numbers, the best we +could do was to gather up toward the +peak, and secure the ladies. Accordingly, +we passed an uncomfortable +enough time during the rest of the +night, till daybreak, when still no +signs of the schooner, as we saw in +the clear to north-eastward. Frightful +notions came into my head of +something having happened to her; +the mutineers below were on both +sides of the island, and they held the +watering-place; we hadn't provisions +for a single breakfast to half the party +of us—and, the fellows being now fairly +in for it, they could starve us out if +they chose. You may conceive, accordingly, +what a joyful sight met my +eyes, when, on the dusk lifting off to +northward, we could see the lovely +craft under all sail not six miles off, +bearing down before a fresh breeze +for the deep end of the island! The +wind had headed her off on her way +back; and, knowing nothing of the +wreck, Westwood might have landed +at the mercy of the villains in the +bush. But the minute we saw his boat +out, the whole of us, save the Judge +and the Planter, made a clean charge +down upon them—the schooner's men +joining us with the oars and boat-stretchers; +and in another half-hour +the whole gang, having lost heart, +were taken and lashed fast by the +wrists on the beach, to a single man.</p> + +<p>On searching the watering-place +during the day, we found some one +had covered the mouth of the tank +with sticks and leaves, through which +Harry Foster had gone when he fell. +The stuff had fallen in over him; and +the well being evidently made deep +into the rock, to hold water the longer, +with the roots of the trees growing +out into it, his body never came up. +Somehow or other no one liked to +sound it to the bottom; but the thing +that horrified all of us the most, was +to find Captain Finch himself lying +quite dead amongst the brushwood +near where the passengers had pitched +their quarters, with a cut through his +skull enough to have killed an ox. +It was supposed Foster had suddenly +come upon him, as he and his shipmates +looked out for the hoard they +thought the pirates had in the island, +while Finch was on guard over the +ladies. Whether the fellow took a new +notion at the moment, or what it was, +the whole gang of them made their +rush upon the second mate and the +cadets, the minute after the captain +met his death.</p> + +<p>As for Jones, he told me he had +noticed the dog watching the seamen +below, and the idea got into his head +of what might happen. There was +that about the animal to give one a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452">[Pg 452]</a></span> +dread you couldn't describe. How it +had lived all this time, and how the +custom came back on it after growing +perfectly wild, of carrying on like +what it did that night, was a mystery; +but Jones said he hadn't heard it bark +before, neither had the man he knew +of, since the time he was first left +<i>alone</i> on White-water Island. In +fact, the whole of us might have +hunted it down before we left. But +"No!" Jones said. "There's a perfect +fiend in the brute, I do believe—yet +it strikes me by this time, the creature +belongs to—to the Almighty, sir!" +The men and passengers had been +taken off the Indiaman's wreck, which +there was no chance of getting off the +reef; so, taking out the best of her +stores and the passengers' property, +we had every soul aboard the schooner, +and at last set sail to the south-east, +meaning to go in at Madras, where a +sloop might be sent to recover more +from the ship. 'Twas with no ordinary +state of things, from stem to stern, +that we dropped White-water Island +astern.</p> + +<p>Well, ma'am, the rest you may +easily fancy. We made Madras +Roads, and there I expected to lose +sight of the Judge and his daughter +again, as we did of most of the other +passengers; but to my perfect delight, +Sir Charles preferred carrying out the +voyage on to Calcutta in the schooner, +where they had the after-cabins to +themselves. The Indiaman's crew I +kept, prisoners and all, till we should +meet the frigate off the Sunderbunds.</p> + +<p>Just conceive standing up the hot +Bay of Bengal with flagging south-westerly +breezes, shifting at times to a +brisk south-easter, or a squall, as we've +done ourselves this week. The moon +wasn't at the full then, of course, so +we only had it like a reaper's sickle +in the dog-watches; but it was fine +weather, and you may imagine one +sometimes contrived, betwixt Westwood +and myself, to have Violet on +the quarterdeck of an evening without +the Judge. Tom would step forward +suddenly to see a small pull taken on +a sheet, and Snelling knew pretty +well not to walk aft of the capstan; +so I could lean over the taffrail near +her, and look at the schooner's wake +glimmering and sparkling up in the +bubbles astern.</p> + +<p>Then to save trouble, you need but +picture to yourselves some such sort +of a daybreak as we had this morning; +a cool blue cloudless sky all +aloft, dappled to eastward with a +mighty arch, as it were, of small white +spots and flakes, as a perfect sea of +light flows up into it before the sun +under the horizon, and a pale slanting +shaft of it seems to hang gray in the +yellow above him.<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> The sea heaves +deep-blue and deeper-blue under the +schooner; the wide flock of small +clouds burn from gold to fire; the +slanting streak of light fades and +vanishes, and the sun comes up like a +gush of flame—sending a stream of +glittering radiance along the water +to our starboard bow, while it +shows a long flat line of land far on +the other beam. The Planter is +smoking his first cheroot for that day +at the stern gratings, when we make +out three or four faint points over the +streak of land, shining like gold in the +dawn; while at the same time three +hazy pillars, as it were, are seen +standing up betwixt sea and sky, +beyond the rippling blue in the north-eastern +board. 'Tis the spires of +Juggernaut pagoda on one side; and +as the brisk morning breeze drives +the water into short surges, till the +schooner rises the ship upon the other, +all of a sudden she looms square and +white upon our starboard bow. As +the hull lifted higher and higher under +her canvass, there was less doubt +every few minutes of her being a frigate; +and by the time Violet and her +father were standing together on the +quarterdeck, the glorious old Hebe +was signalling us from her fore-royal-masthead, +as she kept close on a wind +to cross our course.</p> + +<p>We spoke the pilot-brig that evening, +took out the pilot, and stood up +into the mouth of the Hoogly with +the night-tide in the moonlight—dropping +the Hebe at Diamond Harbour +next day; while Lord Frederick, +and a Government gentleman he had +with him from St Helena, went up to +Calcutta with us in the schooner. The +whole of the Indiaman's late crew and +officers were left in the frigate till +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453">[Pg 453]</a></span>further notice, notwithstanding which +we were pretty well crowded on our +way up: Westwood and I were glad +of a couple of hammocks in the half +deck; and, in fact, I saw little more of +Violet Hyde till they went ashore +opposite Fort-William.</p> + +<p>In half-an-hour we were lying at +anchor in the midst of the crowd of +Indiamen, country ships, Arab craft, +and all sorts of craft besides, stretching +far up to the next reach; the long +front of flat-topped buildings, with +their green venetians and balustrades, +shining white over the row of trees on +the right bank, like a string of palaces +spreading back through the huge mass +of the city to the pale hot eastern sky—a +tall cocoa-nut tree or a sharp spire +breaking it here and there; while the +pile of Government House was to be +seen dotted with adjutant-birds; and +the opposite shore showed far off in a +line of green jungle, faced by a few +gay-looking spots of bungalows. All +the rest of the day Jones busied himself +seeing all made regular and ship-shape +below and aloft, in complete +seaman-like style, till I began to think +he had taken a fancy to the schooner, +and meant to go with her and the +frigate to the China seas. Next +morning, however, as soon as breakfast +was over in the cabin, he came to +me and said that, as there was nothing +more to be done at present aboard, +according to our agreement he would +bid us good-bye. Nothing I could +say was of the least use, so at last I +had to give it up. Having little money +about me, however, except in bills, +and intending to go ashore myself, I +told him I should pay him his mate's +wages at once at a banker's in the +town. By the time I came on deck, +Jones had hailed a dingy, and the +native boatman paddled us to the +ghaut below the Sailor's Home together.</p> + +<p>I had shaken hands with him, and +stood watching him from the bank +verandah, as his manly figure, in the +blue jacket, white duck trousers, and +straw hat, passed away down Flag +Street, stepping like a seaman fresh +from blue water through a stream of +Hindoos in white muslin, Mussulman +servants, tall-capped Armenians, +Danes, Frenchmen, Chinamen, Arabs, +and Parsees. Three or four Coolies +with painted umbrellas were shouting +and scrambling in his way, mentioning +their names, salaaming, and +sah'bing him to the nines; a couple +of naked black boys were trying to +brush his shoes in the dust; a tray of +native sweetmeats seemed to be +shoved every now and then under his +nose; and two or three children with +heads as big as pumpkins were stuck +before him, their mothers begging for +"buckshish! buckshish!" Jones held +on like a man accustomed to every +sort of foreign scenes in the world; +and out of curiosity to see where he +would go, I followed him for a little +toward the thick of the noise and +crowd, through Tank Square, where +the water-carriers were sprinkling the +ground from the sheep-skins on their +backs as they walked, serpent-charmers +and jugglers exhibiting, and +a dirty Fakir rolling at the corner in +seeming agony, with a crowd of +liberty-men in Sunday toggery all +round him. Jones looked up at the +church steeping in the white heat, and +across the glare of light to the city +beyond, standing like a man that +didn't know what to do, or hadn't seen +Calcutta before; then passed carelessly +by the half-slued sailors, who +hailed him as if he were a ship. At +length he got to the turn of a street +running into the native town, where +you caught a glimpse of it swarming +this way and that with turbans in +the close overhanging bazaars. Some +Hindoo procession or other was coming +along with tom-toms, gongs, tambourines, +and punkahs, sweeping on +through a Babel of heathenish cries +and songs; a knot of dancing-girls, +with red flowers in their sleek black +hair, could be seen in a hackery +drawn by two hump-backed bullocks; +and a white Brahmin bull was poking +its head amongst the heaps of fruit at +a stall; whilst you heard a whole +ship's crew hurrahing and laughing +amongst the confusion, as they drove +along. Suddenly I saw Jones hail a +palanquin near him, and get in. The +four mud-coloured bearers took the +pole of it on their shoulders, fore and +aft—greasy-looking fellows, with +ochre-marks on their noses and foreheads, +a tuft of hair tied back on +their heads like women, and as naked +as they were born, save the cloth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454">[Pg 454]</a></span> +round their middle,—and next moment +away they trotted, grunting and +swinging the palanquin, till I lost +sight of them in the hubbub. 'Twas +the last I saw of Jones.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Here the Captain stopped; the +Gloucester's crew were getting the +anchors off her forecastle to her bows +for next day, when the light-ship off +the Sandheads was expected to be +seen; and, from his manner and his +silence together, he evidently considered +the yarn at an end. "That's +all then?" carelessly asked the surgeon, +who was a chess-player, and +had heard only this part of the Captain's +adventures, and the first two, +so that he appeared to perceive a +slight want of connection. "All?" +was the unanimous voice of the lady-passengers, +most of whom had been +faithful listeners,—the younger ones +were obviously disappointed at something. +"Why, yes," said Captain +Collins, with a look which might be +interpreted either as modest or "close,"—"the +fact is, I fancied the affair +might serve to while away a single +evening or so, and here have I been +yarning different nights all this time! +'Tis owing to my want of practice, no +doubt, ma'am." "Come, come," said +the matron of the party, "you must +really give us some idea of a denouement. +These girls of mine won't be +satisfied without it, Captain Collins; +they will think it no story at all, +otherwise!"</p> + +<p>"An end to it, you mean?" answered +he. "Why, ma'am, if there +were an <i>end</i> to it, it couldn't be a +'short' yarn at all—that would +be to finish and 'whip' it, as we +say, before it's long enough for +the purpose; whereas, luckily, my +life hasn't got to a close yet."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" said the lady, no sea casuistry +for <i>us</i>; besides, <i>I</i> am aware of +the sequel, you know!" "Why, +ma'am," answered the Captain, looking +up innocently, "it wasn't for +two years and a half afterwards that +I—I settled, you know! Do you +mean me to tell you all that happened +in that time, about the Frenchman, +and what befell the schooner in the +China seas? 'twould last the voyage +home; but if you'll go <i>back</i> with me +I've no particular objection, now I've +got into the way" "No no, my +dear, Captain," said the lady, "we +have had enough for the present of +your nautical details—I beg pardon—but +tell us how you succeeded in—" "Well," +interrupted the narrator +rather hastily, "'twas somewhat +thus: I was at home at Croydon, being +by that time first lieutenant of +the Hebe, but she was just paid off. +One morning, at breakfast, the letter-bag +from the village was brought in +as usual, my mother taking them out, +reading off all the addresses through +her spectacles, while Jane made the +coffee. My mother handed Jane a +ship-letter, which she put somewhere +in her dress, with a blush, so that I +knew in a moment it must be from +Tom Westwood, who was in the +Company's civil service in India, upcountry. +"None for me, mother?" +asked I eagerly; for the fact was I +had got one or two at different times, +at Canton and the Cape of Good +Hope, during the two years. "Yes, +Ned," said my mother, eyeing it again +and again, anxiously enough, as I +thought; "there is—but I fear it is +some horrid thing from those Admirals"—the +Admiralty, she meant—"and +they will be sending you off +immediately—or a war, or something. +Oh dear me, Ned," exclaimed the +good woman, quite distressed, "won't +you do as I wish you, and stay +altogether!" By the Lord Harry! +when I opened it, 'twas a letter from +Lord Frederick Bury, who had succeeded +to his eldest brother's title +while we were out, saying he had the +promise of a commandership for me, +as soon as a new brig for the West +India station was ready. "I shan't +have to go for six or seven months at +any rate, mother," said I, "by which +time I shall be confounded tired of +the land, <i>I</i> know!" She wanted me +to buy a small estate near Croydon, +shoot, fish, and dig, I suppose; while +Jane said I ought to marry, especially +as she had a girl with money in +her eye for me. Still they saw it was +no use, and began to give it up.</p> + +<p>Why I never heard at all from a +certain quarter, I couldn't think. Till +that time, in fact, I had been as sure +of her proving true as I was of breezes +blowing; but now I couldn't help +fancying all sorts of tyranny on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455">[Pg 455]</a></span> +Judge's part and her mother's, not to +speak of Tom's uncle, the Councillor. +I went down the lane for the twentieth +time, past the end of the house they +had lived in, where the windows had +been shuttered up and the gates close +ever since I came. All of a sudden, +this time, I saw there were workmen +about the place, the windows open, +and two servants washing down the +yellow wheels of a travelling carriage. +I made straight back for our house, +went up to Jane, who was at her +piano in the drawing-room, and asked, +quite out of breath, <i>who</i> was come to +the house over the park behind us. +"Did you not know that old Nabob +was coming back from India?" said +Jane. "His face was getting too yellow, +I suppose; and besides, his wife +is dead—from his crossness, no doubt. +But the young lady is an heiress, +Ned, and as I meant to tell you, from +good authority"—here the sly creature +looked away into her music—"passionately +fond of the sea, which +means, you know, of naval officers"—"The +devil she is, Jane!" I broke +out; "what did Westwood mean by +that?—but <i>when</i> are they coming, for +heaven's sake?" "Why," said Jane, +"I believe, from what I heard our +gardener say, they arrived last night." +"Then, by Jove, my dear girl!" said +I, "I'll tell you a secret—and mind, +I count on you!" My little sister +was all alive in a moment, ran to the +door and shut it, then settled herself +on the sofa to hear what I had to say, +as eagerly as you please. So I told +her what the whole matter was, with +the state of things when we left +Calcutta. Jane seemed to reckon +the affair as clear as a die; and +you've no notion what a lot of new +ropes she put me up to in a concern +of the kind, as well as ways to carry +it out ship-shape to the end, in spite +of the Judge—or else to smooth him +over.</p> + +<p>"The long and short of it was, I +didn't leave till about seven months +after, when the Ferret was put in +commission; but by that time it was all +smooth sailing before me. The Judge +had got wonderfully softened; and, you +may be sure, I continued to see Violet +Hyde pretty often before I went to +sea. You'd scarce believe it, but, after +that twelve months' cruise, I actually +didn't leave the land for two years, +which I did owing to the chance I had +of seeing sharp service in the Burmese +war, up the rivers, while General +Campbell had tough work with them +inland. So that's all I can say, +ma'am!"</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>"Very good, sir!" was the surgeon's +cool remark. "And in fact, sir, I +fancy if every one of us were to commence +telling his whole life over, with +everything that happened to him and +his friends, he must stop short somewhere—however +long it might be!" +The Captain smiled; they sat on the +poop talking for a while, sometimes +saying nothing, but watching the last +night at sea.</p> + +<p>The pilot-brig is spoken to windward +next morning, even while the +deep-sea lead-line is being hove to +sound the bottom. Falling sudden +from the foreyard, the weight takes +the long line from hand after hand +back to the gangway, till it trembles +against the ground. 'Tis drawn up +slowly, the wet coil secured, and the +bottom of the lead showing its little +hollow filled with signs of earth—"Gray +sand and shells!" They +stand on till the pilot is on board, the +low land lifts and lengthens before the +ship; but the flow of the tide has yet +to come, and take them safely up +amongst the winding shoals into the +Indian river's mouth. A new land, +and the thoughts of strange new life, +the gorgeous sights and fantastic +realities of the mighty country of the +Mogul and Rajahs, crowd before them +after the wide solitary sea: the story +is already all but forgotten.—<span class="smcap">And +the anchor is let go!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_456" id="Page_456">[Pg 456]</a></span></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="THE_FRENCH_WARS_OF_RELIGION27" id="THE_FRENCH_WARS_OF_RELIGION27">THE FRENCH WARS OF RELIGION.</a><a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></h2> + +<p>The history of the house of Guise +has a natural division into two periods, +of nearly equal duration, whose point +of separation may be fixed at the +death of Henry II., or, more strictly +perhaps, at the date of the treaty of +Cateau-Cambrésis, which preceded it +by three months. Under Francis I. +and Henry II., foreign wars engrossed +much of the time and energy of the +warriors, foreign diplomacy gave frequent +occupation to the statesmen, of +that restless and ambitious family, +which, during the reigns of Francis +II., Charles IX., and Henry III., was +busied with civil strife, domestic intrigues, +and even with disloyal and +treasonable projects. The treaty +above referred to—signed on the 3d +April 1559, and by which France +abandoned no less than one hundred +and ninety-eight fortresses, including +the conquests of thirty years in Piedmont—stipulated +a durable alliance +between the Kings of France and +Spain, "who were to love each other +as brothers, and labour in concert for +the extinction of heresy." This was +the prelude of a long peace with the +foreigner, but also of a long series of +intestine wars, and of more bloodshed +and misery than any invasion from +without would have probably occasioned. +France was on the eve of the +Wars of Religion. Calvinism grew +daily stronger in the land, many of +whose most illustrious nobles were +soon included amongst its proselytes; +until at last the princes of the blood +themselves, jealous of the influence, +power, and pretensions of the princes +of Lorraine, placed themselves at the +head of the Protestant party. Thus, +early in the reign of that sickly and +feeble prince, Francis II., <i>Bourbon</i> and +<i>Guise</i> entered the lists, to struggle for +the chief power in the state, and to +commence, during the lifetime of four +sons of Henry II., a long contest for +the inheritance of the declining house +of Valois. On the one side, the chief +posts were occupied by Anthony of +Bourbon, King of Navarre, by his +brother, the Prince of Condé—far +superior to him in ability, and who +was the chief of the party—and by that +brave and skilful soldier and commander, +Gaspard de Châtillon, Admiral +de Coligny. Opposed to these, +the principal figures in the Protestant +ranks, stood the Duke of Guise and +his brothers—notably the astute, cruel, +and violent cardinal, Charles of +Lorraine. Catherine of Medicis, who +had been allowed little interference in +public affairs during her husband's +life, came forward at his death, and +played a striking and important part +in the strange historical drama which +comprised the reigns of three of her +sons. Adopting a machiavelian and +unscrupulous policy, her intrigues were +directed alternately to support and +damage the most contrary interests; +but, at the outset of her political +career, her dislike to Montmorency, +and her eagerness to grasp a share of +the power from which he had largely +contributed to her exclusion, impelled +her to an alliance with the Guises, by +whom it was evident that the kingdom +was, for a time at least, to be virtually +ruled. Her husband's body was +yet above ground, when she joined +them and her son at the Louvre—whither +they had conducted Francis, +after proclaiming him King, from his +residence at the palace of the Tournelles; +and scarcely had it been deposited +in the vaults of St Denis, +when the treaty between her and them +was sealed by the sacrifice of Diane +de Poitiers, whose daughter was their +sister-in-law by her marriage with +Claude, Marquis of Mayenne, but +who, nevertheless, was driven ignominiously +from court, and compelled +to give up the costly jewels she had +received from her royal lover, and to +appease Catherine by the gift of her +magnificent castle of Chenonceaux.</p> + +<p>The circumstances of the time, and +their own high connections, were singularly +favourable to the Guises' assumption +of the chief power. "No +influence in the kingdom," says M. de +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_457" id="Page_457">[Pg 457]</a></span>Bouillé, "was comparable to that of +those two men. The clergy, the richest +and the first of the three orders of +the state, professed an unbounded +devotion for the Cardinal; in Francis +of Lorraine the greater part of the +nobility, military men, even magistrates, +habitually recognised a skilful +chief, a sure friend, a zealous protector. +The Queen (Mary Stuart) was +niece of the Guises; their cousin, the +Duke of Lorraine, was brother-in-law +of the King; the husband of another +sister of Francis II., Philip of Spain, +was well pleased that the royal choice +had fallen upon them in preference to +Anthony of Bourbon, who would not +have failed to apply his power to the +attempted recovery of Navarre from +Spain. Finally, obligations of gratitude +attached the Duke of Savoy to +them. So many advantages, such +numerous means of access, united with +so many talents and so much glory, +rendered their position very natural." +The humiliation of the Bourbons was +proportionate to the exaltation of their +rivals. Montmorency received, from +the lips of the King himself, advice to +retire to his domain of Chantilly, a +rustication and disgrace which left the +veteran Constable no resource but to +ally himself with the princes of the +blood. These were deliberating at +Vendôme, with d'Andelot and their +other confidential partisans, as to the +means of opposing the authority of the +Guise, when they received the overtures +and exhortations of the Constable, +who pressed and prevailed with +the King of Navarre to repair to court. +But slights and affronts were there +offered both to him and to the Prince +of Condé, and soon they were glad +again to absent themselves. Within +nine months of the accession of Francis, +the plot known as the conspiracy of +Amboise, of which Condé was the +secret head, was formed, discovered, +and crushed; the Duke of Guise displaying +much energy and prudence, +the Cardinal of Lorraine great cruelty +and a most unchristian spirit, in its +repression, and in the treatment of the +baffled conspirators. For the third +time Guise was named lieutenant-general +of the kingdom, and invested +with unlimited powers. The conspiracy +to which he was indebted for this +aggrandisement, was, however, the +result of his brother's violent and persecuting +spirit. The Cardinal had +spurred the Huguenots to revolt. In +all their proclamations, manifestos, +and justificatory publications, they +protested their loyalty to the King, +and declared that they took arms +solely against the family of Guise. +It did not suit the purpose of these +princes to admit the sincerity of the +distinctions thus made. "What have +I done to my subjects," exclaimed the +feeble King, "that they should bear +me such ill-will? Is it not rather to +you, gentlemen, that they are opposed? +I would that for a time you would +depart, that we might see if these disorders +ceased." The words had been +suggested by the Spanish ambassador; +but Francis knew not how to give +them effect, and was easily cajoled by +his uncles, who assured him that their +absence would be the signal for attempts +on his life and the lives of his +brothers—attempts already planned +by the Bourbons and supported by +the heretics.</p> + +<p>We pass on to the close of the short +reign of Francis II., which extended +over barely seventeen months. His +death occurred on the 5th December +1560. The 10th of the same month +was to have witnessed the execution +of the Prince of Condé, condemned +as traitor and heretic. But when a +sudden swoon at vespers, succeeded +by violent pains in the head, indicated +the probable dissolution of the +sickly monarch, whose constitution +was already undermined by disease, +Catherine de Medicis, unwilling to lose +Condé, who served her as a counterpoise +to the power of the Guise, took +measures to delay his doom, and opened +negotiations with the King of +Navarre. This prince signed an +agreement guaranteeing the regency to +Catherine during the minority of +Charles IX. She and her council +were to have the sole direction of +political affairs; whilst Anthony de +Bourbon, with the title of lieutenant-general, +was to be military chief of +the kingdom. On the other hand, +Catherine brought about his reconciliation +with the Guises; inducing +Francis II. to declare on his death-bed +that the prosecution of Condé emanated +not from them, but from his will +alone. At the very moment she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_458" id="Page_458">[Pg 458]</a></span> +rendered this service to the princes +of Lorraine, she was plotting with +Bourbon their banishment from court. +It were bewildering, and indeed +impossible, in a brief essay on that +busy period, to trace the tortuous +policy and seemingly contradictory +intrigues of the Queen-mother. It +suffices to state her aim, then and for +long afterwards. By pitting one +faction against the other, and alternately +supporting both, she secured +for herself a larger share of power +than she would have obtained by +assisting in the final triumph of +either.</p> + +<p>The death of their niece's royal +husband was a great shock to the +Guises, who in his name had exercised +absolute authority. It was subject +of rejoicing to the Protestants, who +deemed it "a stroke of heavenly +mercy"—a mystical expression of +satisfaction, which made some suspect +poison to be the cause of the King's +death. For this there seems to have +been no foundation. But such suspicions +were the fashion of the time. +Beside the bed of Francis stood +Coligny, the Cardinal of Lorraine, and +many other nobles. When the +monarch breathed his last, "Gentlemen," +said the Admiral, with his +habitual earnest gravity, "the King is +dead; 'tis a lesson for us how to live." +He returned home with one of his intimates, +named Fontaines, and fell into +a profound reverie, his tooth-pick in his +mouth and his feet to the fire. He +did not observe that his boots were +burning, until Fontaines called his +attention to the fact. "Ah, Fontaines!" +then replied the Admiral, +"not a week ago you and I would +each have given a leg for things to +take this turn, and now, we get off +with a pair of boots; it is cheap." +Not one of the six brothers Guise +followed the funeral of Francis II., +whose loss they had such reason to +deplore. In cutting allusion to this +indecent neglect, an unknown hand +affixed to the black velvet that +covered the royal bier the following +inscription—"<i>Where is Tanneguy +Duchâtel? But he was a Frenchman!</i>" +This was a chamberlain of Charles +VII., who, although unjustly banished +from court, had mourned his master's +death, and had provided magnificently +for his interment, sacrilegiously +neglected by that king's own son. +The inscription bore a double sting, +for it both condemned the conduct of +the Guises, and stigmatised them as +foreigners. In vain did they strive +to justify themselves, alleging the +necessity of their presence at court. +And they were equally unable to refute +the charge of having appropriated, +during the illness of Francis, a considerable +sum that remained in the +royal treasury. This was done with +the connivance of Catherine.</p> + +<p>The state of affairs after the accession +of Charles IX., was as follows: +Condé was released from prison, the +King of Navarre was in favour with +the Queen-mother, the Bourbons and +Guises affected mutual friendship, the +Colignys and the Constable were +continually at the palace; the star +of the Bourbon party was in the +ascendant. But those were the days +of political and religious renegades, +and a very short time produced +wonderful changes in the composition +of the two great parties. Soon we +find the King of Navarre going over +to the Church of Rome, and the +Constable abandoning the cause of his +nephews to assist at the germination of +the celebrated <i>League</i>, into which the +Guises and other great Catholic chiefs +afterwards entered for the suppression +of Protestantism, and for the overthrow +of the party headed by Condé +and Coligny.</p> + +<p>It is a matter of extreme difficulty +to form a correct opinion of the +character of the Duke of Guise, +diversely represented as it has been by +the party writers of the time. M. de +Bouillé has endeavoured, with patience +and industry, to sift the +truth from the mass of conflicting +evidence; and if he is not completely +successful, it is because such contradictory +testimony as he has to deal +with defies reconciliation. His zeal for +truth leads him into researches and +disquisitions through which not all of +his readers perhaps will have patience +to follow him, although they are doubtless +essential to the completeness of a +work which is eminently what the +French term <i>un ouvrage sérieux</i>. +With an evident desire for strict +impartiality, he leans a little, as it +appears to us, to the Catholic party—<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_459" id="Page_459">[Pg 459]</a></span>no +unnatural bias in a writer of that +religion. We, on the other hand, as +Protestants, have to guard ourselves +against the strong interest and sympathy +inspired by the faith, the valour, +and the sufferings of the French +Huguenots: and we cannot but +admit the justice of M. de Bouillé's +conclusion, that although, amongst +these, many were martyrs for religion's +sake, many others assumed the Protestant +badge from motives of political +convenience as much as from conscientious +conviction. As regards the second +Duke of Guise, however, we find +difficulty in always coinciding with his +present historian, who makes him out +a better man than previous reading +had taught us to believe him. All the +three Dukes of Guise were moral +giants—men of extraordinary qualities, +who towered far above their cotemporaries. +All three were valiant, +sagacious, and skilful in no common +degree; but they were also ambitious +and unscrupulous—the son more so +than the father, the grandson more +than either. In estimating their +qualities and actions, M. de Bouillé +justly makes much allowance for the +prevalent fanaticism of the time; but +he sometimes goes too far towards +the adoption of the opinions of +Catholic writers, who find extenuating +circumstances in the conduct of +the arch-butcher, Henry of Lorraine, +on the night of St Bartholomew, and +who acquit his father of sanctioning +that barbarous massacre at Vassy, +which was the spark to the powder—the +actual commencement of the wars +of religion.</p> + +<p>The little town of Vassy, adjacent +to the domains of Guise, was the +headquarters of a numerous Protestant +congregation, whose preaching and +acts of devotion "greatly scandalised," +says M. de Bouillé, "the virtuous +Antoinette de Bourbon, surnamed by +the Huguenots, <i>Mother of the tyrants +and enemies of the gospel</i>." She +constantly implored the Duke, her son, to +rid her of these obnoxious neighbours, +which he promised to do, if it were +possible without violation of the royal +edicts. Upon the 1st March 1562, a +journey he made in company with his +wife—then with child and travelling +in a litter—led him through Vassy. +"His suite consisted of two hundred +men-at-arms, all partaking, and even +surpassing, the exalted Catholicism +and warlike temper of their chief. +At Vassy he was to be joined by sixty +more. On arriving there, he entered +the church to hear high mass; and, +whether it was that the psalms of the +Calvinists reached his ears, or that +he was maliciously informed of their +being then assembled, or that the +clergy of Vassy complained and +solicited the repression of outrages +received from the sectarians, the fact +is that he learned that their preaching +was then going on. With the intention +of giving them a severe admonition, +he sent for their minister, and for the +chief members of the congregation. +His messenger was Labrosse, the son,—who +was accompanied by two German +pages, Schleck and Klingberg, +one of whom carried his arquebuse +and the other his pistols. These +young men were violent in the fulfilment +of their mission, and an exchange +of insults was soon followed by bloodshed. +At the first shots fired, the +men-at-arms and the varlets, already +disposed to hostilities, took part in +the unequal fray. The five or six +hundred Protestants, although superior +in number, were far from sufficiently +armed to offer an effectual +resistance. They sought to establish +a barricade, and to defend themselves +with sticks and stones. The Duke, +who hurried to the scene of the +tumult, found himself unable to repress +it. Some of his gentlemen were hit; +the face of Labrosse, the father, +streamed with blood; Guise himself +was wounded in the left cheek by a +stone. At sight of his hurt, his followers' +fury knew no bounds. The +Protestants, overwhelmed, (<i>écrasés</i>,) +uttered piercing cries; and, endeavouring +to escape by all issues, even +by the roof, delivered themselves to +the bullets of their enemies. Anne +d'Est, who was peaceably pursuing +her journey, paused on hearing the +sounds of strife, and sent in all haste +to entreat her husband to put an end +to the effusion of blood; <i>but the carnage +lasted an hour</i>; sixty men and women +lost their lives and two hundred +were wounded. On the side of the +Prince of Lorraine, some men were +also more or less hurt; only one was +killed."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_460" id="Page_460">[Pg 460]</a></span></p> + +<p>A champion so energetic and formidable, +a commander so much beloved, +as the Duke of Guise, would certainly +have succeeded, had he really attempted +and desired to do so, in +somewhat less than an hour, in checking +his men-at-arms and stopping this +inhuman massacre, which procured +him from the Reformed party the +odious nickname of <i>the Butcher of +Vassy</i>. M. de Bouillé inclines to +consider the slaughter on that fatal +day as a sort of cruel reprisals, deplorable +certainly, but in some measure +extenuated by various excesses +committed by the Huguenots—excesses, +however, to which he but +vaguely refers. It must be remembered +that, at the time of the massacre +of Vassy, an edict, obtained less than +two months previously by the exertions +and influence of Coligny and +l'Hospital, and granting the Protestants +liberty of conscience and free +exercise of their religion, was in full +force. The following passage from +M. de Bouillé sufficiently shows the +<i>animus</i> of Guise—"When the return +of a gloomy calm suffered him to discern +the sad character of such a scene, +the Duke fell into a passion with +Claude Tourneur, captain of the town +and castle of Vassy for Mary Stuart; +he imputed the day's misfortunes to +the toleration that officer had shown +in suffering the formation of Calvinist +assemblies. Tourneur, in his justification, +cited the edict of January; but +Guise clapped his hand to his sword, +'This,' he said, 'shall rescind that detestable +edict!'" When the news of the +massacre reached Paris, Theodore de +Bèze, deputed by the Calvinist church +of the capital, presented himself before +Catherine to demand severe justice on +the Duke of Guise. Catherine received +him well and replied favourably; +When the King of Navarre, in all the +fervour of his new religion and sudden +friendship for the Duke, burst out into +anger against Bèze, attributing all the +fault to the Protestants of Vassy, and +declaring that "whoever touched as +much as the finger-tip of his brother +the Duke of Guise touched him in the +middle of his heart." "Sire," replied +Bèze, "it assuredly behoves that +church of God in whose name I speak +to endure blows, and not to strike +them; but may it please you also to +remember, that it is an anvil which +has worn out many hammers." This +menacing resignation was an omen of +approaching calamities.</p> + +<p>Although Anthony of Bourbon, +King of Navarre, was of little value +at the council-board, or in any other +way than as a brave man-at-arms, +his conversion and alliance were +highly prized by the Catholic party, +as a great diminution of the <i>prestige</i> +of the Protestants. The Duke of +Guise and his brothers, the Constable, +and even the Spanish ambassador +Chantonnay, combined to flatter and +cajole the feeble prince, who on his +part knew not how sufficiently to +demonstrate his zeal for Popery and +his love for the family of Lorraine. +On Palm Sunday he marched in procession, +accompanied by his new +friends and by two thousand gentlemen +of their party, bearing the consecrated +branches from the church of +St Genevieve to that of Notre-Dame. +On occasion of this solemnity it has +been said that the life of the Duke of +Guise was in danger—some Protestant +gentlemen having offered to assassinate +him, if their ministers would +authorise the deed in the name of +religion. This authorisation was +refused; the Calvinist churchmen +"with greater prudence," says M. de +Bouillé, "preferring to await the result +of the complaint they had made +with respect to the massacre of Vassy." +It is hardly fair thus to insinuate that +prudential considerations alone influenced +this abstinence from assassination. +Guise was considered, especially +after the massacre of Vassy, the most +dangerous foe of the Huguenot +party; and more than one plan for +his murder was laid prior to that +which succeeded. But there is no +proof that these plots were instigated +by either the chiefs or the priests of +the party. On the contrary, everything +concurs to stamp them as proceeding +solely from the religious +fanaticism or violent party spirit of +individuals. During the siege of +Rouen—the first important operation +of the war that now broke out—"the +Duke of Guise," says M. de Bouillé, +"was informed that an assassin had +entered the camp with the project of +taking his life. He sent for and +calmly interrogated him—'Have you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_461" id="Page_461">[Pg 461]</a></span> +not come hither to kill me?' he said. +Surprised at his detection, and trembling +with apprehension of punishment, +this young gentleman of Mans +at once avowed his criminal design. +'And what motive,' inquired the +Duke, 'impelled you to such a deed? +Have I done you any wrong?' 'No; +but in so doing I should serve my +religion—that is to say, the belief in +the doctrine of Calvin, which I profess.' +'My religion then is better +than yours,' cried Guise with a generous +impulse, 'for it commands me to +pardon, of my own accord, you who +are convicted of guilt.' And by his +orders the gentleman was safely +conducted out of the camp. A fine +example," exclaims M. de Bouillé, +"of truly religious sentiments and +magnanimous proselytism, very natural to +the Duke of Guise, the most moderate +and humane of the chiefs of the Catholic +army; and whose brilliant generosity—true +basis of the character of +this great man—had been but temporarily +obscured by the occurrence +at Vassy!"</p> + +<p>At this siege of Rouen, Guise performed +prodigies of valour; and Anthony of +Bourbon, second to none in +high soldierly spirit, had his jealousy +roused by the exploits of his ally. +Determined also to signalise himself, +he needlessly exposed his life, and was +hit by an arquebuse ball. The wound +was severe, and Ambrose Paré declared +it mortal, in contradiction to +the opinions of several other physicians, +who gave hopes of cure. Ten +days afterwards Rouen was taken by +assault; and on learning this, the King +of Navarre insisted on being carried +in triumph to his quarters in the captured +town. Preceded by musicians, +he was borne upon his bed through +the breach by a detachment of Swiss +soldiers. The fatigue and excitement +increased the inflammation of his +wound, and hastened his death. In his +last moments he showed symptoms of +regretting his change of religion; but +notwithstanding this tardy repentance, +the Protestants, against whom since +his perversion to Rome he had used +great severity, rejoiced exceedingly +at his death, which they celebrated +as a chastisement proceeding from +Heaven.</p> + +<p>The fall of Rouen was quickly followed +by the battle of Dreux, one of +the most interesting actions of those +wars. Condé was threatening Paris, +when the Duke of Guise, following +the example twice given by his father +(in 1536 and 1544,) hurried from +Rouen, where his troops had committed +frightful excesses, but where he had +successfully invoked the royal clemency +in favour of the officers of the +captured garrison, to give the inhabitants +of the capital the benefit of his +valour and skill. He there received +a reinforcement of seven thousand +Gascons and Spaniards; and Condé, +seeing Paris so well defended, and +that the chances of a general action, +which he had at first been disposed to +provoke, were no longer in his favour, +retreated towards Normandy to establish +communications with the +English, who had already sent some +slight succours to the Protestants.</p> + +<p>Guise pursued, gained a march on +him, and confronted him near Dreux. +The movements of the Catholics were +nominally directed by the Constable, +but Guise was in fact the presiding +spirit. Unwilling to assume the responsibility +of such a battle as appeared +imminent, the Duke desired to cast +it upon Catherine of Medicis, and +accordingly, on the 14th December, he +had sent Castlenau to that princess to +know her decision. The envoy reached +Vincennes at the moment of her +<i>lever</i>. She affected surprise that +experienced generals should send for +counsel to a woman and child, whom +the imminence of civil war plunged in +grief. The King's nurse coming in at +that moment, 'You should ask her,' +said the Queen ironically, 'if battle is +to be given.' And calling the woman +to her—'Nurse,' she said, 'the time has +come that men ask of women advice +to give battle; how seems it to you?' +A second messenger from the <i>triumvirate</i><a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> +pressed for a decision; the +council was assembled, and left everything +to the prudence and judgment +of the generals. With this semi-authorisation, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_462" id="Page_462">[Pg 462]</a></span>these took up a position +in the villages adjacent to Dreux, +menacing Condé's left flank. Numerically +stronger than the Protestants, +they had fewer cavalry, but were well +posted. The main body was commanded +by the Constable in person; +Guise, too proud to act as second in +command, remained in reserve with +his own company of men-at-arms and +a few volunteers who had joined him. +With these five hundred picked horsemen +he was prepared to strike in +where his aid might most be wanted. +For two hours the armies remained in +mutual observation, without even a +skirmish. After hearing the report +of d'Andelot, who had made a +reconnoissance, Condé would gladly have +avoided a battle, or at least have +changed the ground. "By a movement +to his right he exposed his flank; +the Constable wished to take advantage +of this. Condé's advanced guard, +under Coligny, furiously charged the +Royalist centre, as it advanced under +Montmorency. The Prince himself, +who, with his main body, was opposed +to St André and the advanced guard, +neglected to attack them, but directed +all his efforts against the principal mass +of the Catholics, imprudently bringing +all his cavalry into action, and penetrating +to the very colours of the Swiss +troops, who successfully withstood this +terrible shock. Contrary to the advice +of the Duke of Guise, who urged him to +let this fury expend itself, d'Anville, +with three companies of men-at-arms +and the light horse, hurried to attack +Condé; but soon, surrounded by the +German cavalry, he was forced to +retreat upon the right wing, composed +of Spanish infantry, and protected by +fourteen pieces of cannon. Meanwhile +the Constable opposed an energetic +resistance to the attack of his +nephew Coligny. In the midst of +this terrible <i>mêlée</i>, Montmorency, as +unfortunate as at St Quintin, had his +horse killed under him; he mounted +another, but the next moment, +wounded in the jaw by a pistol-shot, +he was taken prisoner. Around +him fell his fourth son Montbéron, +Beauvais, and the Sieur de Givry. +The Duke of Aumale—fighting with +the utmost ardour, overthrown by the +fugitives, and trampled under the +horses' feet—had his shoulder broken, +the bone of the arm being almost uncovered, +and split up to the joint, so +that for six weeks he could not ride. +The Grand Prior was also wounded. +The entire main body, and a part of +the advanced guard, (which had been +disposed on the same line with the +centre, or <i>corps de bataille</i>,) were totally +routed; the artillery covering them +was in the power of the enemy; five +thousand Swiss alone still displayed a +bold front. The Protestants, however, +headlong in pursuit of the vanquished, +outstripped these troops and reached +the baggage, which they plundered, +'even that of Monsieur de Guise and +his silver plate;'<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> then, reforming, +they returned to the charge against +the Swiss—who, frequently broken, +always rallied, and at last, seeing +themselves attacked on all sides by +Condé's lansquenets, were no longer +contented to hold their ground, but +pressed forward and repulsed their +assailants."</p> + +<p>The battle seemed won, when Guise, +who had remained all this time inactive, +at last decided to advance. He +has often been reproached for the +apathy with which he had so long beheld +the disasters of the Catholic army. +It certainly looked very much as if he +wished to requite in kind Montmorency's +inaction, eight years previously, +at the combat of Renty. His +conduct may have been, as M. de +Bouillé inclines to believe, the result +of prudent calculation; and it is difficult, +after this lapse of time, to prove +that less caution would not have been +fatal to the Catholic army. The succour +that retrieved the fortune of the +day came so late, however, that the +victors' loss exceeded that of the vanquished. +When Montmorency's son, +d'Anville, beheld his brother slain and +his father prisoner, he hurried to Guise—whose +reserve was concealed from +the enemy behind the village of Blainville +and a cluster of trees—and franticly +implored him to rescue the Constable +by an impetuous charge. Guise +refused to stir. Presently, however, +when he saw that the Huguenots, +disordered by success, deemed the +battle completely won, he advanced +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_463" id="Page_463">[Pg 463]</a></span>at a steady pace, rallying the fugitives, +bringing up the advanced guard, and +uniting with the Spaniards and Gascons. +Thus supported, he moved boldly +against the hostile battalions, which +gave way before him. d'Andelot, +whom fever kept from the field, first +perceived the disastrous change in the +issue of the combat. Unarmed, +wrapped in a furred dressing-gown, +he sprang forward to cheek the rout; +and, observing the good order of the +Duke of Guise's reserve—"Yonder," +he said, "is a tail that it will be very +difficult to scotch." In vain the Prince +of Condé sought to rally his cavalry, +paralysed by the sustained fire of +eight hundred arquebusiers posted by +St André. The carnage was frightful. +Condé, wounded in the right +hand, lost his horse, killed by a bullet; +and as he was about to remount he +was surrounded, and compelled to yield +himself prisoner to d'Anville, who +burned to revenge his father's wound +and captivity. Thereupon the gallant +Coligny, who had rallied fifteen or +sixteen hundred horse in a little +valley, returned to the charge to +rescue the prince; and so terrible was +his onset upon Guise's squadrons, that +these wavered, and Guise himself was +for a moment in great danger. But +the fire of two thousand arquebusiers, +posted on his flanks, covered the confusion +of his cavalry, and compelled +Coligny to a retreat, which was +effected in good order. Night fell; +Guise did not pursue; and Coligny +saved a part of his artillery, but lost, +in that day's action, three or four +thousand men. The loss of the Catholics +amounted to five or six thousand, +and was particularly severe in +cavalry. By a strange coincidence, +the two generals-in-chief were prisoners. +The conquerors had to regret +the loss of several other distinguished +leaders. In the closing act of this +obstinately-contested fight, Marshal +St André, thrown from his horse and +made prisoner, was pistolled by Daubigny, +a former follower of his, who +had long been his bitter foe. Both +the Labrosses, and Jean d'Annebaut, +were also slain; and the Duke of +Nevers had his thigh broken. At first +it was rumoured in the Protestant +army that Guise himself was killed. +"Knowing," says Etienne Pasquier +in one of his letters, quoted by M. de +Bouillé, "that it was he at whom the +Huguenots would chiefly aim, and +doubting not but that his army was +full of spies, upon the eve of the battle +he declared publicly at supper what +horse he would ride, and what would +be his arms and equipment upon the +following day. But the next morning, +before proceeding to the rendezvous, +he gave up that horse and accoutrements +to his esquire. Well for him +that he did so! for the esquire was +killed, whilst he for a while escaped." +It is recorded that the esquire, Varicarville, +solicited permission thus to +devote himself for his leader's safety. +The stratagem was so successful, that +when Guise, late in the day, made his +appearance, the Admiral and Condé +were completely astonished. "Here, +then, is the cunning fellow whose +shadow we have pursued," exclaimed +Coligny. "We are lost; the victory +will slip from our hands."—"The +day's success came most apropos to +M. de Guise," wrote Pasquier, "for +of one defeat he made two victories; +the captivity of the Constable, his +rival in renown, not being less advantageous +to him than that of the Prince, +his open foe." Whilst Coligny marched +off his uncle and prisoner to Orleans, to +place him in the hands of the Princess +of Condé, Guise, with characteristic +magnanimity, courteously and kindly +received his inveterate enemy, the +Prince. Quartered in Blainville, which +the Huguenots had devastated, and +deprived of his baggage, he could +command but a single bed, which he +offered to Condé, with other marks of +deference for the first prince of the +blood. Touched by his conqueror's +generosity, Condé momentarily forgot +his hatred; supped at Guise's table—freely +discussed with him the basis of +a peace, of whose conclusion the presumed +destruction of his party made +him desirous—and finally accepted +the proffered couch, only on condition +that the Duke should share it with +him.</p> + +<p>The news of the victory of Dreux +was received at Paris with transports +of joy, and once more the name of +"saviour of his country" was applied +to Guise. The alarm in the capital +had been very great, and not without +reason. "If this battle had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_464" id="Page_464">[Pg 464]</a></span> +lost," wrote Montluc in his <i>Commentaries</i>, +"I believe it was all over with +France: both the state and the religion +would have been changed; for a young +king may be made to do anything." +The satisfaction of Catherine de +Medicis was by no means unalloyed. +She did not like Condé; but his defeat +destroyed the equilibrium which +she had hitherto so carefully maintained, +to the benefit of her own influence. +She now felt herself under +the pressure of a power, moderate in +form but absolute in fact. There was +no help for it, however; neither, in +the absence of the Constable, was +there any excuse for withholding the +chief command from the Duke of +Guise, who was accordingly appointed +lieutenant-general of the kingdom. +He did not long enjoy his new dignity. +The battle of Dreux was fought on +the 19th December. Just two months +later, on the night of the 18th February, +Guise—after arranging everything for +the assault of Orleans upon the following +day, and announcing to the +Queen-mother his conviction of approaching +triumph—left the camp on +horseback, accompanied only by one +of his officers and a page, to visit the +Duchess, who had that day reached +the neighbouring castle of Corney. +"He had crossed the Loiret in a boat, +and was walking his horse, when, at +a cross-road, he felt himself wounded +in the right shoulder, almost under the +arm, by a pistol-shot fired behind a +hedge, from between two great walnut +trees, at a distance of only six or +seven paces. Notwithstanding the +darkness, a white plume he wore upon +his head signalised him; and as, for +the sake of ease, he had taken off his +cuirass at evening, those bullets, +aimed just above the armour which +the assassin believed him to wear, +passed through his body. 'They +have long had this shot in reserve for +me,' exclaimed he, on feeling himself +wounded; 'I deserve it for my want +of precaution.' Unable to support +himself for pain, he fell on his horse's +neck; in vain he endeavoured to draw +his sword: his arm refused its service. +Carried to his quarters, he was +welcomed by the cries of the Duchess +of Guise, whom he embraced and told +her himself the circumstances of his +assassination, by which he declared +himself grieved for the honour of +France. He exhorted his wife to +submit with resignation to the will of +heaven; then, covering with kisses +the Prince of Joinville, who was weeping, +he said to him, gently, 'God +grant thee grace, my son, to be a good +man!'" Poltrot de Méré, the assassin, +escaped for the moment, although +promptly pursued; but he +lost his way in the darkness, and after +riding ten leagues, found himself at +daybreak close to the Catholic cantonments. +Worn out with fatigue, as +was also his horse—a good Spanish +charger, for whose purchase he had received +a hundred crowns from Coligny—he +hid himself in a farm, and was +there arrested, on the 20th February, +by the Duke's secretary, La Seurre. +The gift of the hundred crowns has +been alleged against the Admiral as +a proof of his having instigated the +crime; but, in fact, it was no proof at +all, for Poltrot had been acting as a +secret agent and spy to the Huguenots, +and might very well receive that sum, +as he had previously received a +smaller one, as guerdon for the information +he brought. He himself, on +his examination, declared he had been +urged to the deed by Coligny, Theodore +de Bèze, and another Protestant +minister; but he could adduce no +proof, save that of one hundred and +twenty crowns received from Coligny, +to whom he had been recommended, +as a useful agent, by a Huguenot +leader in eastern France. And his +previous life rendered his bare assertion +worthless, whilst the high character +of the men he impeached raised +them above suspicion—in the eyes of +unprejudiced persons—of having instigated +so foul a deed. They addressed +a letter to the Queen-mother, +repelling the charge, and entreating +that Poltrot's life might be spared +until peace should be concluded, when +they would confront him and refute +his testimony. Coligny declared that +he had even discountenanced such +plots, and referred to a warning he +had given the Duke, only a few days +previously, "to be on his guard, for +there was a man suborned to kill +him." At the same time he repudiated +all regret for the Duke's death, +which he declared the best thing that +could have happened for the kingdom<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_465" id="Page_465">[Pg 465]</a></span> +and for the church of God. But, to his +dying day, he protested his innocence +of the blood of Guise; and his life and +character give weight and credibility +to the protest. M. de Bouillé makes +some judicious reflections as to the +share Catherine of Medicis may have +had in instigating the murder. Her +jealousy and distrust of the Guises +were very strong: she had opposed +the siege of Orleans, and thrown obstacles +in the way of its successful +issue; she had hastened the execution +of the murderer, as soon as he +had accused the Admiral of complicity. +We are certainly doing no injustice +to the character of that most +corrupt and crafty queen, when we +assume the possibility that hopes of a +mitigated punishment, or of means of +escape, had been held out to induce +Poltrot to depone against the Admiral; +and that then, the deposition +obtained, the pledge to the unhappy +wretch was broken, and the murderer's +doom inflicted. Such double treachery +was quite in concord with Catherine's +character. She felt that suspicions +would attach to her, and endeavoured +to stifle them by a display of profound +grief, by loading with favours the +family of the victim, and by a promise +of severe and full measure of +justice.</p> + +<p>The death of Francis of Lorraine +(on Ash Wednesday, 24th February +1563,) was the immediate cause of a +treaty of peace between Catholics and +Protestants, for which the Queen-mother +had for some time been paving +the way. On a small island in the +middle of the Loire, near Orleans, the +two illustrious captives, Condé and +the Constable, met, each under strong +escort; and terms were agreed upon, +the principal of which were a general +amnesty, and freedom of conscience +and worship, under certain restrictions +of place, for the Huguenots. All prisoners +were released on both sides; +and Orleans, which had so nearly +shared the fate of Rouen, opened its +gates to the King and Queen-mother, +who were to take possession of it +without any marks of triumph.</p> + +<p>"On the eve of the tournament in +which Henry II. was mortally +wounded by Montgomery, that king +held upon his knees his little daughter +Margaret, afterwards wife of Henry +IV. Diverted by the repartees of +the child, who already gave promise +of great wit and understanding, +and seeing the Prince of Joinville, +and the Marquis of Beaupréau, (son +of the Prince of La Roche-sur-Yon,) +playing together in the room, the +King asked Margaret which of the +two she liked best. 'I prefer the +Marquis,' she replied, 'he is gentler +and better.' 'Yes,' said the King, +'but Joinville is handsomest.' 'Oh,' +retorted Margaret, 'he is always in +mischief, and <i>will</i> be master everywhere.' +Joinville was but nine years +old, and Margaret was only seven, +but she had already deciphered the +character of the man whose ambition +set all France in a flame." A prediction +of Francis of Lorraine, recorded +by M. de Bouillé, confirmed +that of the precocious princess. Observant +of his son's character, from +infancy upwards, he is said to have +foretold that, carried away and +dazzled by popularity and its vain +promises, he would perish in an attempt +to upset the kingdom. The +event may fairly be said to have +justified the prophecy. Henry, third +Duke of Guise, fell by his ambition. +"Inferior to his father as a warrior," +says M. de Bouillé, "he perhaps +surpassed all the princes of his house +in certain natural gifts, in certain +talents, which procured him the +respect of the court, the affection +of the people, but which, nevertheless, +were tarnished by a singular alloy of +great faults and unlimited ambition." +The historian proceeds to give a +glowing description of his beauty, +accomplishments, and seductive qualities. +"France was mad about that +man," wrote Balzac, "for it is too +little to say she was in love with him. +Her passion approached idolatry. +There were persons who invoked him +in their prayers, others who inserted +his portrait in their books. His portrait, +indeed, was everywhere: some +ran after him in the streets to touch +his mantle with their rosaries; and +one day that he entered Paris by the +Porte St Antoine, on his return from +a journey to Champagne, they not +only cried <i>Vive Guise!</i> but many +sang on his passage: <i>Hosanna filio +David!</i> Large assemblies were known +to yield themselves at once captive<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_466" id="Page_466">[Pg 466]</a></span> +to his pleasant countenance. No +heart could resist that face; it persuaded +before he opened his mouth; +it was impossible to wish him harm +in his presence.... And +Huguenots belonged to the League +when they beheld the Duke of Guise." +Although but thirteen years old, at +his father's death, Henry of Lorraine +had accompanied him in his recent +campaigns, and at the siege of Orleans +had had opportunity to show symptoms +of that cool intrepidity for +which he was afterwards remarkable. +Profound dissimulation was +another leading and early-developed +feature of his character; and in this +respect he had before him a first-rate +model in the person of his uncle, the +crafty and unscrupulous Cardinal of +Lorraine.</p> + +<p>This prelate, who was rather violent +than brave, was profoundly +grieved and alarmed by his brother's +assassination, news of which reached +him at the Council of Trent. On +receiving the sad intelligence, he +fell on his knees, and, lifting his +hands and eyes to heaven: "Lord," +he exclaimed, "you have deprived +the innocent brother of life, and left it +to the guilty!"—a cry of conscience, +in which there was not a little truth. +He immediately surrounded himself +with a guard. In a letter, of which +he took care to have copies handed +about, he announced to his mother +his resolution to retire to his diocese, +and pass the rest of his days in +preaching the word of God. Nevertheless +he did not quit the Council, +where his weight, however, was +somewhat lessened by the Duke's +death. But he recovered his ground, +and finally exercised a most important +influence on its deliberations. +On his return to France, he obtained +permission to retain his guard, consisting +of fifty arquebusiers, who +never left him, accompanying him to +church, when he preached or said +mass, and even conducting him to the +door of the King's cabinet. For +nearly a year after his return from +Italy, however, he kept aloof from the +capital and from public affairs, dividing +his time between Rheims and Joinville, +but still secretly carrying on +his complicated intrigues. At last, +on the 8th January 1565, he entered +Paris with a considerable escort, and +in a sort of triumph, accompanied by +his young nephews, the Duke of Guise +and the Marquis of Mayenne, and by +a number of knights, presidents, and +gentlemen. Marshal Montmorency +(son of the Constable), who was now +intimate with his cousin Coligny, +and ill-disposed to the Guises, was +Governor of the Isle of France, and +had published, "on the 13th December, +a royal ordinance, which, in a +spirit of precaution indispensable in +those troubled times, forbade all +princes, nobles, or persons whatsoever, +to travel with an armed retinue. +The Cardinal had a dispensation from +the Queen-mother, but he either disdained +or neglected to present it to +Montmorency. The Marshal was most +probably aware of its existence, but +he ignored it, and sent word to the +Cardinal not to pursue his journey +with a forbidden escort. The Cardinal, +considering this injunction an +affront, heeded it not, and was close +to his journey's end, when he was encountered +in the streets of Paris, +(Rue St Denis), by a body of infantry +and cavalry of both religions, +under the orders of Montmorency and +of the Prince of Portien, who charged +and routed his escort; and he himself +was compelled to seek safety in the +humble dwelling of a rope-maker, +dragging with him his nephews, of +whom the eldest especially, a pistol +in either hand, refused to quit the +combat, unequal as it was, and, by +recalling his father's memory to the +Parisians, already acquired personal +partisans. A faithful follower, who +would have shut the door upon them, +was mortally wounded by the balls +which struck the very threshold of +the room in which the Princes of +Lorraine had taken refuge. '<i>Seigneur, +mon Dieu!</i>' cried the Cardinal, in +this imminent peril, 'if my hour is +come, and the power of darkness, +spare at least the innocent blood!' +Meanwhile the Duke of Aumale, who +had entered by the gate of the +Louvre, created a diversion, which +contributed to appease the tumult of +the Rue St Denis; and under cover of +night, the prelate, with his nephews +and suite, was able to reach his <i>hôtel +de Cluny</i>."</p> + +<p>It was in 1565 that the considera<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_467" id="Page_467">[Pg 467]</a></span>tion +of the formidable results obtained +by the close union of the Protestants, +numerically weak, suggested to the +Cardinal de Lorraine, and a number +of Catholic nobleman, the idea of a +counter-association on a grand scale, +(the germ of this dated from some +years previously), to be composed of +prelates, gentlemen, magistrates, and +of burgesses and other members of +the third estate, for the purpose +of acting with promptitude and independence, +without awaiting the orders +or the uncertain and tardy succours +of Government. This was the association +known in history as the +League. At the end of the following +year the young Duke of Guise, who +had been campaigning with the Emperor +Maximilian against the Turks, +returned to France, just in time to see +the curtain lifted for the bloody drama +of a new civil war. Already Huguenots +and Catholics were in mutual +observation of each other. The former +first assumed the offensive. +Alarmed by movements of troops, +fresh levies, and other menacing indications, +they laid a plan to carry off +Charles IX. then at his hunting-seat +of Monceaux, near Meaux. Once in +their hands, they calculated on making +the young King the nominal chief of +their party. But the plot was betrayed, +and recoiled upon its advisers by exciting +against them the implacable +hatred of its object. "With even +more oaths than were necessary," +says an old writer, the King exhaled +his wrath, and vowed vengeance +against the Huguenots, from whom, +however, he was for the moment compelled +to fly. Escorted by six thousand +Swiss, and by such other troops +as could hastily be assembled, he took +the road to Paris, hard pressed for +seven hours by Condé and the Admiral. +But the Protestant squadrons +were unable to break the stern array +of the Swiss; on the second day +d'Aumale, with several hundred well-armed +gentlemen, came out from Paris +to swell the royal escort; and Charles +entered his capital in safety, furious +at the rebels, and well-disposed to +proceed against them to any extremities +the Guises might suggest. The +anger of this family was greatly +roused by a trap laid, two days later, +for the Cardinal of Lorraine, who only +escaped by quitting his carriage and +mounting a fleet horse, (some say that +he had even to run a long way on +foot,) with loss of his plate and +equipage.</p> + +<p>Shut up in Paris, Charles IX. +beheld the Huguenots almost at its +gates, intercepting supplies and burning +the flour-mills. At last, d'Andelot +and Montgomery having marched +towards Poissy, to oppose the passage +of a Spanish auxiliary corps, Condé +and Coligny, with fifteen hundred +horse and eighteen hundred indifferently +equipped infantry, without +artillery,<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> were attacked by the Constable +at the head of twelve thousand +infantry, three thousand horse, and +fourteen guns. There ensued the +brief but glorious battle of St Denis, +in which Montmorency was slain, and +the Protestants, opposed to five times +their numbers, held victory in their +grasp, when d'Aumale, seeing them +disordered by success, moved up with +a body of picked men, whom he had +kept in reserve, (as his brother Francis +had done at the battle of Dreux,) +rallied the fugitives, saved the Swiss +from total defeat, rescued the body of +the Constable, and compelled Condé +to retreat. The laurels of the day, +however, were unquestionably for the +Huguenots, notwithstanding that they +abandoned the field; and the next +day they again offered battle to the +royal army, but it was not accepted. +Then Condé, short of provisions and +weakened by the action, retired towards +Lorraine, and effected his junction +with an auxiliary corps of twelve +thousand men which came to him from +Germany. There ensued a short and +hollow peace, which were better named +an imperfectly-observed truce, and +which did not preclude persecution of +the Protestants; and then war again +broke out, with the Duke of Anjou, +(afterwards Henry III.) at the head +of the royal armies. The first action +of this, the third civil war, took place +in the Perigord, and is known as the +combat of Mouvans—the name of one +of the leaders who was killed. He +and another Huguenot gentleman +were bringing up several thousand +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_468" id="Page_468">[Pg 468]</a></span>men to join the Prince of Condé, when +they were attacked, and routed with +great loss, by twelve hundred cavalry +under the Duke of Montpensier. In +this affair the young Duke of Guise +greatly distinguished himself, by an +impetuous and opportune charge on +the main body of the enemy's infantry. +Next came the fatal battle of Jarnac—fatal, +that is to say, to the Protestants, +who lost in it, or rather after +it, by a felon-shot, their gallant +leader Condé. Against overwhelming +numbers, his right arm broken by a +fall, wounded in the leg by the kick +of a horse, dismounted and unable to +stand, that heroic prince, one knee +upon the ground, still obstinately defended +himself. "The Catholics who +surrounded him, respecting so much +courage, ceased to attack, and urged +him to give up his sword. He had +already consented to do so,<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> his +quality of prisoner ought to have +protected him, when Montesquiou, +captain of the Swiss guard of the +Duke of Anjou, came up—with secret +orders, it is supposed—and sent a +pistol-ball through his head. Thus +undisguised did the fury and hatred +engendered by civil discord then exhibit +themselves. At the close of this +same fight, and at no great distance +from the spot where Condé perished, +Robert Stuart was also made prisoner; +and Honorat de Savoie, Count de +Villars, obtained permission, by dint +of entreaty, to kill him with his own +hand, in expiation of the blow by +which this Scot was accused of having +mortally wounded the Constable of +Montmorency at the battle of St +Denis. But even such barbarity as +this did not suffice, and to it were +added cowardly outrages and ignoble +jests. The dead body of Condé was +derisively placed upon an ass, and +followed the Duke of Anjou upon his +triumphant entrance into Jarnac, and +was there laid upon a stone, at the +door of the quarters of the King's +brother; whilst religious fury scrupled +not to justify by sarcasm the indignity +of such acts."<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a></p> + +<p>Greatly discouraged by the reverse +of Jarnac, and by the loss of their +leader, the Protestant party presently +had their hopes revived by promised +succours from Elizabeth of England, +and from various German princes. Coligny—now +the real head of the party, +whose titulary chiefs were Henry of +Béarn and his young cousin Condé—was +joined by twelve thousand Germans, +under Duke Wolfgang of Zweibrucken. +On the other hand, the +Catholic army was weakened by +sickness and desertions, by the want +of discipline amongst the Swiss troops +and German <i>reiters</i>, chiefly composing +it, and by discord between its generals. +The Guises were displeased at being +commanded by the Duke of Anjou, +who, in spite of his extreme youth, had +displayed valour, decision, and military +talents, whose promise was not fulfilled +by his ignoble reign as Henry III.</p> + +<p>The siege of Poitiers cost the Protestant +army much time and many +men. After the most vigorous efforts +for its capture, Coligny retired from +before the town—which had been +admirably defended, and owed its +safety less to a diversion made by the +Duke of Anjou, (who menaced Chatellerault) +than to the great valour and +activity of the Duke of Guise, recalling, +on a smaller scale, the glorious +defence of Metz by his father. Five +breaches had been made in the walls, +but the most determined assaults +were steadily and successfully repulsed. +Of the garrison, one-third +perished, and the loss of the besiegers +was very heavy. On the 9th September, +Guise and his brother Mayenne +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_469" id="Page_469">[Pg 469]</a></span>left the town, at the head of fifteen +hundred horse, and, after making a +report of their triumph to the Duke +of Anjou, proceeded to Tours, where +Charles IX. received them with many +caresses and flattering words. Four +days later, the Parliament of Paris +proclaimed the ex-Admiral Coligny a +traitor, condemned him to death, and +offered fifty thousand gold crowns to +whomsoever should deliver him up +alive. A few days afterwards the same +sum was offered for his head; and the +Guises had the proclamation translated +into seven languages, and circulated +throughout Europe. Then came +the bloody battle of Moncontour, +where eighteen thousand men under +Coligny were beaten, with very heavy +loss, by the Duke of Anjou's army of +twenty-five thousand. It began with +a long cannonade, quickly succeeded +by a combat at close quarters, in +which even the generals-in-chief were +personally engaged. "The Duke of +Anjou had his horse killed under him, +but was rescued by d'Aumale; Coligny +was wounded in the face, and lost +four teeth; Guise was badly hurt by +a ball in the foot: Mayenne distinguished +himself at his brother's side." +After an hour's deadly struggle, the +Huguenots were beaten at all points. +There was a terrible massacre of them; +three thousand prisoners were made, +and five hundred German horse passed +over to the conquerors. This was a +grievous blow for the Protestant party. +Coligny, however, and the princes, +shut themselves up in La Rochelle, +and had leisure to look around them +and organise their remaining forces, +whilst the Duke of Anjou wasted his +time in the siege of some unimportant +places, and the Duke of Guise was +laid up with his wound, which was +long of healing. The state of the +kingdom of France, exhausted by +these repeated wars, was deplorable. +Coligny, bold and active, made long +marches southwards, collecting reinforcements +and supplies, and finally +reaching Burgundy, and getting the +advantage in an encounter with the +King's army, under Marshal de Cossé, +at Arnay le Duc. In short, he had +the road open to Paris. These considerations +made Charles IX. anxious +for peace; which, after some negotiation, +was concluded at St Germain-en-Laye, +in August 1570, on terms so +favourable to the Huguenots—who, +says Montluc, in his <i>Commentaries</i>, +always had the best of it when it +came to those <i>diables d'escritures</i>—that +Pope Pius V. wrote to the Cardinal +de Lorraine to express his violent +disapproval.</p> + +<p>As had more than once already +been the case, the return of peace +was quickly followed by the marked +diminution of the influence of the +house of Guise. The Duke of Anjou +cherished an instinctive hatred and +jealousy of Henry of Lorraine; whilst +the Cardinal had incurred the displeasure +of the Queen-mother, who, +as well as Charles IX., had previously +been greatly angered by the presumption +of the Duke of Guise in +aspiring to the hand of her daughter +Margaret. At one time, so furiously +chafed was the King's naturally violent +temper by the pretensions of the +Guise party—against whom his brother +Anjou lost no opportunity of +irritating him—that he actually resolved +on the immediate death of +the young Duke of Guise, who only +escaped through the timidity and +indecision of Henry of Angoulême, +the King's bastard brother—commissioned +to make an end of him at a +hunting party—and through warnings +given him, it is said, by Margaret +herself. The Montmorencys, cousins +of the Colignys, seemed to have succeeded +to the influence the Guises +had lost: the Marshal and his brother +d'Anville governed the Queen-mother; +and so fierce was the animosity +between the rival families, that +Guise and Méru, brother of Marshal +Montmorency, openly quarrelled in +the King's Chamber, and, on leaving +the palace, exchanged a challenge, +whose consequences persons sent +expressly by Charles IX. had great +difficulty in averting. In short, during +the year 1571, "no more was +heard of the Cardinal of Lorraine +than if he had been dead; nor was +anything known about the Guises, +except that they had celebrated at +Joinville the birth of a son to the +Duke," who had married, in the previous +year, Catherine of Cleves, +widow of the Prince de Portien.</p> + +<p>The apparent favour of the Admiral +de Coligny, the return to Paris of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_470" id="Page_470">[Pg 470]</a></span> +Guises, the seeming fusion of the two +great parties that had so long distracted +France, were preludes to the +massacre of St Bartholomew. In +narrating the strange and important +events that crowded the year 1572, +M. de Bouillé lays bare the vile qualities +of Charles IX., his cold-blooded +cruelty, his odious treachery, and the +powers of profound dissimulation he +had inherited from his mother. One +anecdote, extracted from Fornier's +MS. History of the House of Guise, +is extremely characteristic. The +King, whilst loading Coligny with +marks of confidence and favour, hinted +darkly to the Guises the existence of +some sinister plot, urging them to +take patience, because, as he said to +the Duke d'Aumale, <i>bientôt il verroit +quelque bon jeu</i>. It happened one +day that "the King was alone in his +chamber with Henry of Lorraine, both +gaily disposed; the latter had seized +a headless pike, used to shut the +upper shutters of the window, and +was amusing Charles IX. by the extraordinary +dexterity with which he +wielded this weapon, when Coligny +unexpectedly entered. The King felt +that the abrupt interruption of their +play, on his appearance, might excite +the Admiral's suspicions. Suddenly, +therefore, he feigned violent displeasure; +accused the Duke of having +insolently waved the pole close to +his face, and, seizing a boar-spear +that stood by his bed, pursued Guise, +who, as if the better to escape, ran, +it is said, into the apartments of +Margaret de Valois. Charles snatched +the Admiral's sword to pursue the +fugitive; and Coligny, deceived by +this well-acted anger, interceded to +obtain the pardon of the heedless +young Prince of Lorraine."</p> + +<p>There is no particular novelty in +M. de Bouillé's account of the massacre +of St Bartholomew. We cannot +compliment him on the guarded manner +in which he condemns his hero +for his participation in that monster +murder—an episode that would have +sufficed to brand with eternal infamy +a far greater and better man than +Henry of Lorraine. Compelled to +admit that the whole direction and +combination of the massacre was +intrusted to, and joyfully undertaken +by, the Duke of Guise—that he was +privy to and approving of Maurevel's +previous attempt to assassinate Coligny, +and that he afterwards stood +under the Admiral's window whilst +the Wurtemburger Besme, and others +of his creatures, stabbed the wounded +Protestant as he rose defenceless from +his couch—M. de Bouillé informs us +that, on quitting the place of his +enemy's murder, whilst the most barbarous +scenes were on all sides enacting—the +consequence of the completeness +and skill of his own +preparations—Guise was <i>seized with +compassion</i>, and had "the good +thought to save many innocent victims, +women, children, and even +men," by sheltering them in his hotel. +On the other hand, "those whom the +Prince considered as factious, or as +adherents of such—in a word, his +political adversaries rather than heretics—found +little pity at his hands." +And he was proceeding "to carry +death into the faubourg St Germain, +and to seek there Montgomery, the +Vidame de Chartres, and a hundred +Protestant gentlemen whom prudence +had prevented from lodging near the +Admiral." The compassionate intentions +of Guise towards these five +score Huguenots and "political adversaries," +could be so little doubtful, +that it was certainly most fortunate +for them that a friend swam the +Seine and gave them warning, whilst +a mistake about keys delayed the +Duke's passage through the gate of +Bussy. They escaped, pursued to +some distance from Paris by Guise +and his escort. On his return, the +massacre was at its height. "Less +pitiless than any of the other Catholic +chiefs, he had opened in his own +dwelling an asylum to more than a +hundred Protestant gentlemen, <i>of +whom he thought he should be able +afterwards to make partisans</i>." His +compassion, then, had not the merit of +disinterestedness. Similar selfish considerations +induced others of the +assassins to rescue others of the +doomed. It will be remembered, that +Ambrose Paré found shelter and protection +in the palace, from whose +windows Charles IX., arquebuse in +hand, is said to have amused himself +by picking off the wretched Protestants, +as they scudded through the +streets with the blood-hounds at their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_471" id="Page_471">[Pg 471]</a></span> +heels. But all the skill of the +Huguenot leech was insufficient, a +few months later, to preserve that +perfidious and cruel monarch from a +death whose strange and horrible +character was considered by many +to be a token of God's displeasure at +the oceans of blood he had so inhumanly +caused to flow. Charles IX. +was preceded and followed to the +grave, at short intervals, by an active +sharer in the massacre, the Duke of +Aumale, and by one of its most +vehement instigators and approvers, +Charles, Cardinal of Lorraine, both +uncles of the Duke, and notable members +of the house of Guise. The +change of religion of Henry of Navarre +and of the young Prince of +Condé, the siege of Rochelle, the conclusion +of peace with the Protestants, +and the accession of Henry III. to the +throne of France, are the other important +events that bring us to the +end of the second volume of M. de +Bouillé's interesting history.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="A_WILD-FLOWER_GARLAND_BY_DELTA" id="A_WILD-FLOWER_GARLAND_BY_DELTA">A WILD-FLOWER GARLAND. BY DELTA.</a></h2> + + +<h3>THE DAISY.</h3> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">I.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Daisy blossoms on the rocks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amid the purple heath;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It blossoms on the river's banks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That thrids the glens beneath:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The eagle, at his pride of place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beholds it by his nest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, in the mead, it cushions soft<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lark's descending breast.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">II.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the cuckoo, earliest spring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its silver circlet knows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When greening buds begin to swell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And zephyr melts the snows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, when December's breezes howl<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Along the moorlands bare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And only blooms the Christmas rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Daisy still is there!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">III.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Samaritan of flowers! to it<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All races are alike,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Switzer on his glacier height,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Dutchman by his dyke,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The seal-skin vested Esquimaux,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Begirt with icy seas,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, underneath his burning noon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The parasol'd Chinese.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">IV.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The emigrant on distant shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mid scenes and faces strange,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beholds it flowering in the sward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where'er his footsteps range;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when his yearning, home-sick heart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would bow to its despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It reads his eye a lesson sage—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That God is everywhere!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_472" id="Page_472">[Pg 472]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">V.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stars are the Daisies that begem<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The blue fields of the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld by all, and everywhere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bright prototypes on high:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bloom on, then, unpretending flowers!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to the waverer be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An emblem of St Paul's content,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">St Stephen's constancy.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h3>THE WHITE ROSE.</h3> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">I.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rose of the desert! thou art to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An emblem of stainless purity,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of those who, keeping their garments white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Walk on through life with steps aright.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">II.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy fragrance breathes of the fields above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose soil and air are faith and love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where, by the murmur of silver springs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Cherubim fold their snow-white wings;—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">III.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where those who were severed re-meet in joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which death can never more destroy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where scenes without, and where souls within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are blanched from taint and touch of sin;—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">IV.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where speech is music, and breath is balm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And broods an everlasting calm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flowers wither not, as in worlds like this;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hope is swallowed in perfect bliss;—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">V.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where all is peaceful, for all is pure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all is lovely; and all endure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And day is endless, and ever bright;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And no more sea is, and no more night;—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where round the throne, in hues like thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The raiments of the ransom'd shine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er each brow a halo glows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of glory, like the pure White Rose!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h3>THE SWEET BRIAR.</h3> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">I.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i8">The Sweet Briar flowering,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">With boughs embowering,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beside the willow-tufted stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">In its soft, red bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And its wild perfume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brings back the past like a sunny dream!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">II.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i8">Methinks, in childhood,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Beside the wildwood<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_473" id="Page_473">[Pg 473]</a></span> +<span class="i0">I lie, and listen the blackbird's song,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Mid the evening calm,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">As the Sweet Briar's balm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the gentle west wind breathes along—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">III.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i8">To speak of meadows,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And palm-tree shadows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bee-hive cones, and a thymy hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And greenwood mazes,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And greensward daisies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a foamy stream, and a clacking mill.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">IV.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i8">Still the heart rejoices,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">At the happy voices<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of children, singing amid their play;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">While swallows twittering,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And waters glittering,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make earth an Eden at close of day.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">V.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i8">In sequestered places,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Departed faces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Return and smile as of yore they smiled;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">When, with trifles blest,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Each buoyant breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Held the trusting heart of a little child.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i8">The future never<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Again can ever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The perished gifts of the past restore,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Nor, to thee or me,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Can the wild flowers be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What the Briar was then—oh never more!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h3>THE WALL-FLOWER.</h3> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">I.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Wall-flower—the Wall-flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How beautiful it blooms!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It gleams above the ruined tower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like sunlight over tombs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It sheds a halo of repose<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Around the wrecks of time.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To beauty give the flaunting rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Wall-flower is sublime.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">II.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flower of the solitary place!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gray ruin's golden crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That lendest melancholy grace<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To haunts of old renown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou mantlest o'er the battlement,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By strife or storm decayed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fillest up each envious rent<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Time's canker-tooth hath made.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_474" id="Page_474">[Pg 474]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">III.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy roots outspread the ramparts o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where, in war's stormy day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Percy or Douglas ranged of yore<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their ranks in grim array;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clangour of the field is fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The beacon on the hill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more through midnight blazes red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But thou art blooming still!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">IV.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whither hath fled the choral band<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That filled the Abbey's nave?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yon dark sepulchral yew-trees stand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er many a level grave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the belfry's crevices, the dove<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her young brood nurseth well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While thou, lone flower! dost shed above<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sweet decaying smell.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">V.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the season of the tulip-cup<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When blossoms clothe the trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How sweet to throw the lattice up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And scent thee on the breeze;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The butterfly is then abroad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bee is on the wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the hawthorn by the road<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The linnets sit and sing.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Wall-flower—sweet Wall-flower!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou conjurest up to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full many a soft and sunny hour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of boyhood's thoughtless glee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When joy from out the daisies grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In woodland pastures green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And summer skies were far more blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than since they e'er have been.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now autumn's pensive voice is heard<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amid the yellow bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The robin is the regal bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thou the queen of flowers!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sings on the laburnum trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amid the twilight dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Araby ne'er gave the breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such scents, as thou to him.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VIII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rich is the pink, the lily gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The rose is summer's guest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bland are thy charms when these decay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of flowers—first, last, and best!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There may be gaudier on the bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And statelier on the tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Wall-flower—loved Wall-flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art the flower for me!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_475" id="Page_475">[Pg 475]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2><a name="THE_MASQUERADE_OF_FREEDOM" id="THE_MASQUERADE_OF_FREEDOM">THE MASQUERADE OF FREEDOM.</a></h2> + + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">I.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Freedom first appeared beneath,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Right simple was the garb she wore:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her brows were circled with a wreath<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Such as the Grecian victors bore:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her vesture all of spotless white,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Her aspect stately and serene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so she moved in all men's sight<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As lovely as a Maiden Queen.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">II.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And queenlike, long she ruled the throng,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As ancient records truly tell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their strength she took not from the strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But taught them how to use it well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her presence graced the peasant's floor<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As freely as the noble's hall:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye the humbler was the door,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The still more welcome was her call.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">III.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But simple manners rarely range<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Beyond the simpler ages' ken:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And e'en the Virtues sometimes change<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Their vesture and their looks, like men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pride, noble once, grows close and vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And Honour stoops to vulgar things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And old Obedience slacks the rein,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And murmurs at the rule of kings.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">IV.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Freedom, like her sisters too,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Has felt the impulse of the time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has changed her garments' blameless hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And donn'd the colours dear to crime<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First in a Phrygian cap she stalked,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And bore within her grasp the spear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ever, when abroad she walk'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Men knew Revenge was following near.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">V.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She moves again—The death-drums roll,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The frantic mobs their chorus raise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thunder of the Carmagnole—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The war-chant of the Marseillaise'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Red run the streets with blameless blood—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The guillotine comes clanking down—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Freedom, in her drunken mood,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Can witness all without a frown.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Times change again: and Freedom now,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Though scarcely yet less wild and frantic,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Appears, before men's eyes below,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In guises more intensely antic.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_476" id="Page_476">[Pg 476]</a></span> +<span class="i0">No single kind of garb she wears,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As o'er the earth she goes crusading;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But shifts her habit and her airs<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Like Joe Grimaldi masquerading.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through Paris you may see her tread,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The cynosure of all beholders;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A <i>bonnet rouge</i> upon her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A ragged blouse upon her shoulders.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More decent now than once she was,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Though equally opposed to riches,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She still upholds the good old cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet condescends to wear the breeches.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">VIII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Huns behold her as of yore,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With grisly beard and monstrous swagger;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The swart Italian bows before<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The Goddess with the mask and dagger.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The German, as his patriot thirst<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With beer Bavarian he assuages,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surveys her image, as at first<br /></span> +<span class="i4">'Twas pictured in the Middle Ages.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">IX.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her glorious form appears to him<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In all its pristine pomp and glitter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Equipped complete from head to heel,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In semblance of a stalwart Ritter.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With doublet slash, and fierce moustache,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And wrinkled boots of russet leather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hose and belt, with hat of felt<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Surmounted by a capon's feather.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">X.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mysterious as Egyptian Sphinx,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A perfect riddle—who can solve her?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One while she comes with blazing links,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The next, she's armed with a revolver.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Across the main, whene'er the shoe<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Upon her radiant instep pinches,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To-day, she'll tar and feather you;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To-morrow, and she merely Lynches.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While thus abroad, in varied guise,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We see the fair enchantress flitting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She deigns to greet in other wise<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Her latest satellites in Britain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometimes, in black dissenting cloth,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">She figures like an undertaker;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sometimes plunges, nothing loath,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Into the garments of a Quaker.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll find her recommending pikes<br /></span> +<span class="i4">At many a crowded Chartist meeting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where gentlemen, like William Sykes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To exiled patriots vote their greeting.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_477" id="Page_477">[Pg 477]</a></span> +<span class="i0">You'll find her also with her friends,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Engaged upon a bloody errand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, stead of arguments, she sends<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Her bludgeoneers to silence Ferrand.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XIII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll find her too, at different dates,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With men of peace on platforms many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Denouncing loans to foreign states<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Whereof they could not raise a penny.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In short, to end the catalogue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">There's hardly any son of Edom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, in his character of rogue,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Won't tell you that he worships Freedom.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XIV.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet hold—one sample more—the last,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ere of this theme we make a clearance;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One little month is barely past<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Since London saw her grand appearance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In one of those enormous hats,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Short leggings and peculiar jerkins,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which men assume who tend the vats<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Of Barclay and his partner Perkins.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XV.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To that great factory of beer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Unconscious wholly of his danger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dreaming that a foe was near,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">There came, one day, an aged stranger.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was a soldier, and had fought<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In other lands 'gainst revolution;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And done his utmost—so he thought—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To save his country's constitution.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XVI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But saving states, like other things<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Is not in highest vogue at present;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And those who stand by laws and kings<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Must look for recompense unpleasant.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Freedom, brooding o'er the drink<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That makes the Briton strong and hearty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Began to sneeze upon the brink<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As though she scented Bonaparte.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XVII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah, ha!" she cried, and cried again—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">At every word her voice grew louder—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I smell an Austrian or a Dane,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I smell a minion of gunpowder!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some servant of a kingly race<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My independent nostril vexes!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say—shall he dare to show his face,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Within this hall of triple X's?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XVIII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis true—he is unarmed, alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A stranger, weak, and old, and hoary—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet—on, my children! heave the stone!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The less the risk, the more the glory!"<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_478" id="Page_478">[Pg 478]</a></span> +<span class="i0">She ceased: and round the startled man,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As round the Indian crowds the cayman,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From vat, and vault, and desk, and van,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thronged brewer, maltster, clerk, and drayman.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XIX.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A precious lark!" the foremost cried;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">"Come—twig him, Tom! come—pin him, Roger!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Who is it?" Then a sage replied—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">"He's some infernal foreign sodger!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He looks as how he'd scored ere now<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Some shoulders black and blue with lashes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So pitch him here into the beer—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And, lads—we'll pull off his moustaches!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XX.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They did—what brutal natures scorn.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What savages would shrink to do—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What none but basest cowards born,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And the most abject and most few,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would offer to an old man's head!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O shame—O shame to Englishmen!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If the old spirit be not dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">'Tis time it showed itself again!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XXI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">What! in this land which shelter gave<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To all, whatever their degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or were they faint, or were they brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or were they slaves, or were they free—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this Asylum of the Earth—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The noblest name it ever won—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall deeds like these pollute our hearth,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Shall open shame like this be done?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XXII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O most ignoble end of all<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Our boasted order and renown!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The robber in the tribune's hall—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The maltster in the Judge's gown!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hospitable roof profaned;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Old age by ruffian force opprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And English hands most vilely stained<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With blood of an unconscious guest!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">XXIII.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Freedom! if thou wouldst maintain<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thy empire on the British shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wash from thy robes that coward stain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Resume thy ancient garb once more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In virgin whiteness walk abroad,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Maintain thy might from sea to sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, as the dearest gift of God,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">So men shall live and die for thee!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_479" id="Page_479">[Pg 479]</a></span></p> + + + +<h2><a name="Dies_Boreales" id="Dies_Boreales">Dies Boreales.</a><br /> + +No. VIII.<br /> + + +CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS.</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>Camp at Cladich.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Scene</span>—<i>The Wren's Nest.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Time</span>—<i>Evening.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">North—Talboys—Seward—Buller.</span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Have you dined?</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>That we have, sir.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>With me this has been Fast-day.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>We saw it was, at our breakfast. Your abstinence at that meal, and at +luncheon, we knew from the composure of your features, and your benignant +silence, was not from any disorder of material organisation, but from steady +moral resolve; so his absence from the Dinner-Table gave us no uneasiness +about Numa.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>No Nymph has been with him in the Grot.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>His Good Genius is always with him in Solitude. The form we observed +stealing—no, not stealing—gliding away—was, I verily believe, but the Lady +of the Wood.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>The Glen, you know, is haunted; and sometimes when the green umbrage +is beginning to look grey in the still evening, I have more than a glimpse of +the Faery Queen.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Perhaps we intrude on your dreams. Let us retire.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Take your seats. What Book is that, beneath your arm, Talboys?</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>The Volume you bid me bring with me this Evening to the Wren's Nest.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Yes, yes—now I remember. You are here by appointment.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Else had we not been here. We had not merely your permission, sir—but +your invitation.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_480" id="Page_480">[Pg 480]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>I was expecting you—and by hands unseen this our Round Table has been +spread for my guests. Pretty coffee-cups, are they not? Ask no questions—there +they are—but handle them gently—for the porcelain is delicate—and at +rude touch will disappear from your fingers. A Book. Ay, ay—a Quarto—and +by a writer of deserved Fame.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>We are dissatisfied with it, sir. Dugald Stewart is hard on the <span class="smcap">Poet</span>, and +we desire to hear a vindication from our Master's lips.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Master! We are all pupils Of <span class="smcap">the Poet</span>. He is the Master of us all. Talboys, +read out—and begin at the beginning.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"In entering on this subject, it is proper to observe, that the word <span class="smcap">Poet</span> is +not here used in that restricted sense in which it is commonly employed; but +in its original acceptation of Maker, or Creator. In plainer language, it is +used to comprehend all those who devote themselves to the culture of the +Arts which are addressed to the Imagination; and in whose minds it may be +presumed Imagination has acquired a more than ordinary sway over the +other powers of the Understanding. By using the word in such a latitude, +we shall be enabled to generalise the observations which might otherwise +seem applicable merely to the different classes of versifiers."</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>That Mr. Stewart should, as a Philosopher, mark the liberal and magnanimous, +and metaphysical large acceptation of the Name is right and good. +But look at his Note.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"For this latitude in the use of the word <span class="smcap">Poet</span>, I may plead the example of +Bacon and d'Alembert, the former of whom (<i>De Aug. Scient.</i>, lib. xi. cap. 1) +comprehends under Poetry all fables or fictitious histories, whether in prose +or verse; while the latter includes in it painting, sculpture, architecture, +music, and their different divisions."</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>"I may plead the example" appears to me a somewhat pompous expression +to signify that you have (very properly) adopted one doctrine of one of the +wisest, and another of one of the ablest of men. But he does not seem to know +that d'Alembert might have "pleaded the example" of Aristotle in "including +painting, sculpture," &c. "Poetry," says the Stagyrite, "consists in +imitation, and the imitation may be by pictures, sculpture, and the like." It +is μιμησις—and it is Man's nature to rejoice in imitation—χαιρειν τοις μιμημασιν. +But a singular and illustrative trait in Mr Stewart's treatment of the subject +is, that though he thus, at the outset, enlarges the Poet into the Painter, the +Sculptor, &c., yet throughout the whole composition, (I know not if an incidental +word may anywhere occur as an exception,) every point of the argument +regards the Poet in words and verse! In what frame of understanding +could—did he put this Head to these fragments of limbs?</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>In the name of the Prophet—<span class="smcap">Figs</span>!</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>I am more than half disposed to hint an objection to the use of the +words "sway over the other powers." We should have said—and we do +say, "predominance amongst the other powers." I see in "sway" two +meanings: first, a right meaning, or truth, not well expressed; to wit, in +thinking poetically—for his art, whatever it may be—or out of his art—the +Poet's other faculties minister to his Imagination. She reigns. They <i>conform</i> +their operations to hers. This manner of intellectual action happens in +all men, more or less, oftener or seldomer; in the Poet—of what Art soever—upon +each occasion, with much more decision and eminence, and more habitually. +But secondly, a wrong meaning, or error, is better expressed by the word +"sway," to wit, that Imagination in the Poet <i>illegitimately overbears</i> the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_481" id="Page_481">[Pg 481]</a></span> +other intellectual powers, as judgment, attention, reflection, memory, prudence. +Now, you may say that every power that is given in great strength, +<i>tends</i> to overbear unduly the other powers. The syllogistic faculty does—the +faculty of observation does—memory does—and so a power <i>unbalanced</i> +may appear as a weakness—as wealth ruins a fool. But in the just dispensation +of nature every power is a power, and to the mind which she constitutes +for greatness she gives <i>balanced</i> powers. Giving one in large measure—say +Imagination—she gives as large the directly antagonistic power—say the Intellective, +the Logical; or she balances by a mass of powers. I suspect that the +undue over-swaying was in Stewart's mind, and has probably distorted his +language. I know that Genius is the combination of ten faculties.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Our expectations were raised to a high pitch by such grandiloquent +announcement: and we have found in the Essay—which is unscientific in +form—has no method—makes no progress—and is throughout a jumble,—not +one bold or original thought.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Too much occupied with exposure of vulgar errors—and instances beneath +the matter in hand. Great part too—<i>extra thesin</i>.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>You expect great things from the title—the Idea of the <span class="smcap">Poet</span>. You then +see that Mr Stewart after all does not intend this, but only certain influences, +moral and intellectual, of characteristic pursuits. This, if rightly and fully +done, would have <i>involved</i> the Idea—and so a portraiture indirect and incidental—still +the features and their proportion. Instead of the Idea, you find—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>I don't know what.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>The reader is made unhappy, first, by defect, or the absence of principal features—then +by degradation, or the low contemplation—and by the general tenor.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Why, perhaps, you had better return the Quarto to its shelf in the Van. +Yet 'twould be a pity, too, to do so. I am for always keeping our engagements; +and as we agreed to have a talk about the Section this evening, let +us have a talk. Read away, Talboys—at the very next Paragraph.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"The culture of Imagination does not diminish our interest in human life, +but is extremely apt to inspire the mind with false conceptions of it. As this +faculty derives its chief gratification from picturing to itself things more perfect +than what exist, it has a tendency to exalt our expectations above the +level of our present condition, and frequently produces a youth of enthusiastic +hopes, while it stores up disappointment and disgust for maturer +years. In general, it is the characteristic of a poetical mind to be sanguine +in its prospects of futurity—a disposition extremely useful when seconded by +great activity and industry, but which, when accompanied, as it too frequently +is, with indolence, and with an overweening self-conceit, is the source +of numberless misfortunes."</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Why, all this is—</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Stop. Read on, Talboys.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"A thoughtlessness and imprudence with respect to the future, and a general +imprudence in the conduct of life, has been often laid to the charge of Poets. +Horace represents them as too much engrossed and intoxicated with their +favourite pursuits to think of anything else—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Leave out the quotation from old Flaccus—and go on.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"This carelessness about the goods of fortune is an infirmity very natu<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_482" id="Page_482">[Pg 482]</a></span>rally +resulting from their studies, and is only to be cured by years and experience; +or by a combination—very rare, indeed—of poetical genius with a +more than ordinary share of that homely endowment <span class="smcap">COMMON SENSE</span>."</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Speak louder—yet that might not be easy. I feel the want of an ear-trumpet, +for you do drop your voice so at the end of sentences.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"A few exceptions"—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Stentor's alive again—oh! that I were head over ears in a bale of cotton.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"A few exceptions to these observations may undoubtedly be found, but +they are so very few, as, by their singularity, to confirm rather than weaken +the general fact. In proof of this, we need only appeal to the sad details +recorded by Dr Johnson in his Lives of the Poets."</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Skip—skip—skip—</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Skip—skip—skip—</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>May I, sir?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>You may.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"Considered in its moral effects on the mind, one of the most unfortunate +consequences to be apprehended from the cultivation of a poetical talent, is +its tendency, by cherishing a puerile and irritable vanity, to weaken the force, +and to impair the independence of character. Whoever limits his exertions +to the gratification of others, whether by personal exhibition, as in the case +of the actor and mimic, or by those kinds of literary composition which are +calculated for no end but to please or to entertain, renders himself, in some +measure, dependent on their caprices and humours."</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Skip—skip—skip—</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>"In all the other departments of literature besides, to please is only a +secondary object. It is the primary one of poetry. Hence that timidity of +temper, and restless and unmanly desire of praise, and that dependence on the +capricious applause of the multitude, which so often detract from the personal +dignity of those whose productions do honour to human nature."</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>I don't quite understand what Mr Stewart means here by "the <i>culture</i> of +Imagination." I see three senses of the word. First, the cultivation by the study +of written Poetry and the poetical arts, and of the poetry poured through the +Universe—to those minds which receive without producing—a legitimate process. +Secondly, the cultivation as in Edwin, Beattie's young Minstrel, the destined +and self-destining Poet—a legitimate process. And thirdly, the self-indulgence +of a mind which, more sensitive than volitive, more imaginative than +intellectual, more wilful than lawful, more self-loving than others-loving—turns +life into a long reverie—an illegitimate process. Which of these +three classes of minds does Stewart speak of? Strong native imagination +in a young powerful enthusiastic mind, tutored by poetical studies, but +whom the Muse has <i>not</i> selected to the services of her shrine? Or the +faculty as in the Poet-born self-tutored, and now rushing into his own predestined +work? Or the soft-souled and indolent <i>fainéant</i> Dreamer of life? +Three totally distinct subjects for the contemplation of the Philosopher, +but that here seem to hover confusedly and at once before our Philosopher.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>By his chosen title of the Section, <span class="smcap">The POET</span>, he was bound to speak of him +according to Bacon, d'Alembert, and Aristotle.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_483" id="Page_483">[Pg 483]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>The word <i>culture</i> must, I think, here specifically touch the First Case. Shall +we then be afraid of giving a share, and a large share too, to the reading of +the Poets, and the regard of the Fine Arts, in a liberal Education? Poetry, +History, Science, are the three strands of the cable by which the vessel shall +ride—Religion being the sheet-anchor.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Perhaps it is meant to touch the Second Case too?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>It may be meant to do so, but it does not. The word "culture" is dictated +by or is proper to the First Case—for culture is deliberate and elective. +But in him—the young Poet—the Edwin—in whom imagination is given in +the measure assigned by the Muse to her children, the culture proceeds undeliberate +and unwilled. Edwin, when he roves "beneath the precipice o'erhung +with pine," or sitting to watch the "wide-weltering waves," or is seized +from the hint of ballad or tale, or any chance word, with dreams and visions +of the more illustrious Past—follows a delight and desire that have the +nature and may have the name of a passion. All this is involuntary to the +unforeseen result—but afterwards, when he has accepted his art for a vocation, +he more than any man deliberately cultivates. Has the Philosopher, then, +in mind only the third class, and do the dangers of "the culture of imagination" +apply to them only—"the indolent <i>fainéant</i> dreamers of life?" If so, +he not only forgets and loses his subject, as announced by himself, but wastes +words on one altogether below it. "False conceptions of human life!" Here +is an equivocation which must be set right. "Conceptions of human +life" are here meant to apply to expectations of the honesty, gratitude, +virtue of the persons <i>in general</i> with whom you or I shall come in contact +in life. Good. The contemplation of human beings—men and women—<i>ideally</i> +drawn by the Poet lifts me too high—tinges hope in me with enthusiasm, +and prepares disappointment. So it has been often said, and said +truly. This is conception prospective and personal; and more philosophically +termed Expectation. But then "conception of human life"—from the lip of a +philosopher should mean rather "intelligence of man's life." Now I repeat that +only through the Poet have you true intelligence of man's life—either external +or internal. In the Actual the Poet sees the Idea—just as a Painter does in +respect of the visible man. In the man set before him He sees two men—the +man that is and the man of whom at his nativity was given the possibility +to be. He reads cause and effect; and sees what has hindered the possible +from being. Who, excepting the Poet, does this? And excepting this, what +intelligence of man is an intelligence?</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>There are two world-Wisdoms. One, to know men, as for the most part +they will show themselves—commonly called Knowledge of the World: one, to +know them as God made them. I forget what it is called. Possibly it has +no name.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Observe, my dear Seward, the precise error of that expectation. It is to +believe the good more prevalent than it is. It is no misunderstanding as to +the constitution of the good. The good is; and the important point of all is +to know it, when you meet it. To be cheated, by not apprehending the ill of +a man, is a wound to your purse, and when you at last apprehend, to your +heart. To be cheated by not apprehending the good of man is—<i>death</i>, which +you bear in yourself, and know it not.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>What is desired? Is it that we should go into the world with hope not a +whit wider and higher than the dimensions of the reality that we are to +encounter? I trow not.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Your hope will elect your own destiny—will shape it—will be it. There +are possibilities given of the nobler happinesses, as well as of the nobler<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_484" id="Page_484">[Pg 484]</a></span> +services; and your hope, faithful to itself, will reach and grasp them. And +only to such hope are they given. Moreover, in all men there is under the +mask of evil which the world has shaped on them, the power inextinct which +the Creator sowed there; and they may, if they dare to believe in it, and +know to call to it, bring it out with a burst. But belief is the main ingredient +of the spell, and hope is the mother of belief.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>The Poet has glorious apprehensions of human existence—visions of men—visions +of men's actions—visions of men's destinies. He pitches his theory of +the human world above reality—and <i>that</i> he shall, in due season or before it, +learn—to his great loss and to his great gain. In the meanwhile do not speak +of the temper in him, as if you would upbraid him with it. Do not lay to +his charge the splendour of his powers and aspirations. Do not chide and rate +him for his virtues.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>"False conceptions!" a term essentially of depreciation and reproach. +They are not false, they are true. For they are faithful to the vocation that +lies upon the human beings; but they, the human beings, are false, and their +lives are false; falling short of those true conceptions.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Well. He—the Poet—comes to the encounter. It is the trial set for him by +his stars—as it is the trial set for all great spirits. He finds those who disappoint +him, and those who do not. But, grant the disappointment, rather. What +shall he do? That which all great spirits do—transfer the grandeur of his +hopes, over which fate, fortune, and the winds of heaven ruled, to his own +purposes of which he is master.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Why did not Mr Stewart say simply that the Poet—and the young enthusiast +of Poetry—thinks better of his fellows than they deserve, and brings a +faith to them which they will take good care to disappoint? Why harp thus +on the jarring string; torturing our ears, and putting our souls out of tune?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Who doubts—who does not know, and admire, and love Hope—in the +ardent generous spirit—looking out from within the Eden of Youth into the +world into which it shall, alas! fall? What is asked? That the spring-flowering +of youth shall be prematurely blighted and blasted by winds frosty +or fiery, which the set fruit may bear? Of course we hope beyond the reality, +and it is God's gift that we do.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>And why lay that Imagination which looks into Life with unmeasured ideas +to the charge of the Poet alone? Herein every man is a Poet, more or less; +and, most, every spirit of power—the hero, the saint, the minister of religion, +the very Philosopher. Would we ask, sir, for a new law of nature? Upon the +elements, fewer or more, which an anticipated experience gathers, a spirit +impelled by the yearnings inseparable from self-conscious power, and mighty +to create, works unchecked and unruled. What shall it do but build glorious +illusions?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>"The culture of Imagination,"—understanding thereby, first, in the Great +Poets themselves, the intercourse of their own minds with facts which imagination +vivifies, and with ideas which it creates—of humanity; and secondly, in +all others, as poets to be or not to be, the reading of the Great Poets, Mr +Stewart says—"does not diminish our interest in human life." Does not +diminish! Quite the reverse. It extraordinarily deepens and heightens, +increases and ennobles. For who are the painters, the authentic delineators +and revealers of human life, outer and inner—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Why, the Poets—the Poets to be sure—the Poets beyond all doubt—</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>"Extremely apt to inspire the mind with false conceptions of it"—and so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_485" id="Page_485">[Pg 485]</a></span> +on. Why, the Faculty is there with a mission. It is its bounden office—its +embassy from heaven—to exalt us above our earthly experience—to lift us +into the ideal possibility of things. Thereby it is an "angel of Life," the +white-winged good genius. The too sanguine hope is an adhering consequence, +and the quelling of the hope is one of the penalties which we pay for +Adam and Eve's coming through that Eastern Gate into this Lower World.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Of course, my dear sir, <i>every</i> power has its dangers—the greater, the profounder, +the more penetrating and vital the power, the greater the danger. +But is this the way that a Philosopher begins to treat of a power—with hesitation +and distrust—inauspiciously auspicating his inquiry? The common—the +better—the true order of treatment is by Use and, Abuse—Use first. +"Expectations above the level of our present existence!" Of course—that +when the heaven on earth fails, we may have <i>learnt</i> "to expect above the +level of our present existence," and go on doing so more and more, till Earth +shall fade and Heaven open.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>"Frequently produces a youth of enthusiastic hope!" Is this proposed as +a perversion and calamity, a "youth" to be deprecated?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>I really don't know—it looks almost like it.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Will you say Wo and Alas! for the City—Wo and Alas! for the Nation—in +which princes, and nobles, and the gentle of blood—and the merchants, and +the husbandmen, and the peasants, and the artisans, suffer under this endemic +and feverous malady—a "youth of enthusiastic hope?" Methinks, sir, you +would expect there to find an overflow of Pericles's, and Pindars, and Phidias's, +and Shakspeares, and Chathams, and Wolfes—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Stop, Seward—spare us the Catalogue.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>You would say—here is the People that is to lead the world in Arms and in +Arts. Only let us use all our endeavours to see that the community produces +reason enough in balance of the enthusiasm.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Let us procure Aristotles, and Socrates's, and Newtons, and—</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>What should a Philosopher do or say relatively to any particular power? +He expounds an Economy of Nature. Therefore, he says, let us look how +Nature deals with such or such a power. She gives it for such and such uses: +and such is its fostering, and such are its phenomena. But as every power +unbalanced carries the subject in which it inheres <i>ex orbita</i>, let us look how +nature provides to balance <i>this</i> power which we consider.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>That, my dear Talboys, is a magnanimous and a capacious way of inquiry. +But how can any man write about a power who has not a full sympathy with +it? I have no doubt that Davy, when he wielded Galvanism to make wonderful +and beautiful revelations of veiled things, deeply and largely sympathised +with Galvanism. You would think it easier to sympathise with Imagination, +and yet to Stewart it seems almost more difficult. Go on.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>How has Nature dealt with her mighty and perilous power—Love. Look +at it, where it is raised to its despotism—when a man loves a woman, and +that woman that man. It is a power to unhinge a world. Lo! in proof "an +old song"—the Iliad!</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Trojanas ut opes et lamentabile regnum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eruerint Danai!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Has Nature feared, therefore, to use it? She builds the world with it. And +look how she proceeds. To these two—the Lovers as they are called—the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_486" id="Page_486">[Pg 486]</a></span> +Universe is <i>in</i> these two—to each in the other. The rest of the Universe is shut +out from their view, or more wonderfully comprehended in their view—seen to +each through and relatively to the other—seen transformed in the magical +mirror of their love. Can you expect anything less than that they should +go by different doors, or by the same door, into Bedlam? Lo! they have become +a Father and a Mother! They have returned into the real world—into +a world yet dearer than Dreamland! The world in which their children +shall grow up into men and women. Sedate, vigilant, circumspect, sedulous, +industrious, wise, just—Pater-familias and Mater-familias. So Nature lets +down from an Unreal which she has chosen, and knows how to use.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>The ground of the Poet, my dear Talboys, is an extraordinary dotation of +sensibility—of course, ten thousand dangers. Life is exuberant in him—and +if the world lies at all wide about him, the joy of the great and the beautiful. +The dearest of all interests to every rational soul is her own coming destiny. +The Poet, quick and keen above all men in self-reference, must, among his +contemplations and creations, be full of contemplating and creating his own +future, and must pour over it all his power of joy, rosy and golden hopes. +And that vision, framed with all his power of the Ideal, must needs be something +exceedingly different from that which this bare, and blank, and hard +earth of reality has to bestow. What follows? A severe, and perhaps an +unprepared trial. The self-protection demanded of him is a morally-guarded +heart and life. The protection provided for him is—his Art. The visions—the +Ideal—the Great and the Fair, which he cannot incorporate in his own +straitened existence—the ambitions, at large, of his imagination he localises—colonises—imparadises—in +his works. He has two lives; the life of his daily +steps upon the hard and bare, or the green, and elastic, and sweet-smelling +earth, and the life of his books, papers, and poetical, studious reveries—art-intending, +intellectual ecstasies.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>What say you, sir, to the charge of "overweening self-conceit and indolence?"</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>What say you, my Buller?</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>That I do not quite understand the proposition. Is it, that <i>generally</i> the +"sanguine" temperament is apt to make these accompaniments for itself? Or +that in the Poet the three elements are often found together? If the former, I +see no truth in it. The sanguine temper should naturally inspire activity—and +I do not quite know what is here an "overweening conceit." That a sanguine-minded +man is apt to have great <i>self-reliance</i> in any project he has in hand—a +confidence in his own present views that is not a little refractory to good +argument of cooler observers, I understand. But that sort of self-conceit +which makes of a man an intellectual fop—gazing in the pocket looking-glass of +self-conceit at his own perfections—vain self-contemplation and self-adulation—the +sanguine temper is far more likely to carry a man out of himself, to +occupy his time, his pleasure, and his passion in works, and withdraw them from +himself. I suppose, therefore, that we must look to the Poet alone. I daresay +that small poets have a great conceit of themselves. They have a talent +that is flattered and admired far beyond its worth. They readily fancy +themselves members of the Immortal Family. But a true Poet has a thousand +sources of humility. Does he not reverence all greatness, moral and intellectual? +Does he not reverence, above all, the mighty masters of song? He +understands their greatness—he can measure distances—which your small +Poet cannot.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Every soul conscious of power is in danger of estimating the power too +highly; but I do not know why the Poet should be so more than another +man. Then, what is "overweening?" Is it overvaluing himself relatively +to other men? Is it over-measuring his power of achievement—whence<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_487" id="Page_487">[Pg 487]</a></span> +disproportionate undertakings, that fail in their accomplishment? I can more +easily suppose that all the Sons of Genius "overween" in this direction. +They must needs shape enterprises of unattainable magnificence. But some +one has said rightly that in attempting the Impossible we accomplish the +Possible. But this is a higher and truer and more generous meaning, I fancy, +than is intended by the choice of that slighting and scoffing dispraise of +"overweening"—a word pointing to a social, or moral, defect that makes an +exceedingly disagreeable companion, rather than to any sublime error in the +calculations of genius. And I come back upon the small sinner in rhyme, who +has been cockered by his friends and cuddled by himself into conceit, till he +thinks the world not good enough for him—takes no trouble to satisfy Its +reasonable expectations, and finds that It will take none to satisfy his unreasonable +ones—<i>there</i> is a source of "numberless misfortunes"—a seedy surtout, +a faded vest, and very threadbare inexpressibles.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>And why should those who are sanguine in hope be "too frequently indolent?" +A hopeful temper engender indolence! A desponding temper engenders +it; a hopeful one is the very spur of activity. The sanguine spirit of hope +taking possession of an active intellect, engenders the Projector—of all human +beings the most restless and indefatigable—his undaunted and unconquerable +trust in futurity creates for itself incessantly new shapes of exertion—till the +curtain falls.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>There is, I suppose, a species of Castle-builder who hopes and does +nothing; as if he believed that futurity had the special charge of bringing +into existence the children of his wish. But his temper is not properly called +sanguine—it is <i>dreamy</i>. Neither is his indolence a consequence of his +dreams; but as much or more, his dreams, of his indolence. He sits and +dreams. Say that Nature has given to some one, as she will from time to +time, an active fancy and an indolent humour—a disproportion in one faculty. +'Tis a misfortune: and a reason why his friends should seek out, if possible, +the means of stirring him into activity; but it has nothing to do with +describing the Idea of the Poetical Character.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>The Great Poets have not been indolent. They have been working men. +The genius of the Poet calls him to his work. Shakspeare was a man of +business. Spenser was a state-secretary.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Read Milton's Life.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>See Cowper drowned in an invincible melancholy, and deliberately choosing +a long-lasting and severe task of his Art, as a means of relieving, from hour +to hour, the pressure of his intolerable burthen. If he had drooped under his +hopeless disease into motionless stupor, you could not have wondered, much +less could you have blamed. He fought, pen in hand, year after year, against +the still-repelled and ultimately victorious enemy.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Think of Southey!</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Yet the Poet is in danger of indolence. For in his younger years joy comes +to him unpurchased. To do, takes him out of his dream. To do nothing, is +to live in an enchanted world; and with all tenderness be it said, he hath, too, +his specific temptation to overmuch self-esteem. Because his specific faculty +and habit are to refer every thing that befalls constantly to himself as a contemplative +spirit. Herein is the most luminous intuition alone. The perversion +is to be quick and keen in referring to the ignobler Self—for as I or you +said, and all men may know, the Poet assuredly has two souls. Personal +estimation, personal prospects! A sensibility to injury, to fear, to harm, to +misprision—a quick jealousy—suspicion—soreness! You do see them in +Poets—and in Artists, who after their kind are Poets—for they are Men.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_488" id="Page_488">[Pg 488]</a></span> +As to excessive reflection upon and admiration of their own intellectual +powers, while we rightly condemn it, we should remember that the Poet <i>is</i> +gifted, and in comparison with most of those with whom he lives, is in certain +directions far abler; and more delicate apprehensions he probably has than +most or all of them—at least of such apprehensions as come under the Pleasures +of Imagination. And when he begins to call auditors to his Harp—then, +well-a-day!—then he lives and feeds upon the breath of praise—and +upon the glow of sympathy—a flower that opens to the caress of zephyrs and +sunbeams, and without them pines. Then comes envy and spiritual covetousness. +Others obtain the praise and the sympathy—others who merit +them less, or not at all. What a temptation to disparage all others—<i>alive</i>! +And to the Poet, essentially plunged in the individualities of his own being, +how easy! For each of his rivals has a different individuality from his own; +and how easy to construe points of difference into points of inferiority! Easy +to him whom pain wrings more than it does others—to whom disagreeable +things are more disagreeable—</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Have done, sir, I beseech you, have done—talk not so of the Brotherhood.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>I am thinking of some of the most majestic!</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Alas! it is true.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Mr Stewart more than insinuates, with a wavering and equivocating uncertainty +of assertion he signifies, that the <span class="smcap">Poet</span>, or poetic mind, is not much +endowed with "common sense." Talboys, what say you?</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>I rather think it unusually well-endowed that way, and that it is the +opposite class of minds—those that cultivate abstract science—that have, or +seem to have, least of it.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>The poetic mind, from its sensibility, is peculiarly ready to sympathise with +the general mind, and it is that sympathy that produces common sense. +Common sense is instinctive; and in its origin allied to that which in the +higher acts of the poet's mind is called Inspiration. Therefore it is native to +his mind. It is an inspiration of his mind as much as poetic Imagination.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Has Seward said what you meant to say, Talboys?</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>He has—why did not you? But observe, Buller, common sense is not +solely employed upon a man's own conduct: it has all the world besides for +its object. The common sense of a Poet in his own case may be disturbed +by his sensibilities, which are greater than common; while yet, in all other +cases, it may be truer than the magnet.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Good.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>I will trouble you, if you please, for an Obs.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>I have long desired a definition of Common Sense. It seems to me rather +a commonplace thing. I suppose it is called Common Sense, as being common +to men, so that you may expect it in 9 out of 10, or 99 out of 100.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Pretty good.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Common Life seems to be the school of it. It seems a practical faculty, or +to respect practice. Obvious relations are its domain—obvious connexions +of cause and effect—means and end. A man of common sense effects a plain +object, quickly and cheaply, by ready and direct means. High reach of +thought is distinguished from common sense on the same side, as downright<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_489" id="Page_489">[Pg 489]</a></span> +folly is on the other. Yet the interests dealt with need not be, if they frequently +are, low; only the relations obvious. Perhaps the phrase is oftener +brought out by its violation than its maintenance. He who wants common +sense employs means thwarting his end. I propose that Common Sense is a +combination of common understanding and common experience.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>I asked you, my dear Buller, for an Obs—one single Obs—you have given +us a dozen—a Series. Let us take them one by one, and dissect the—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Be hanged if we do! I am afraid that my notion of Common Sense is but +a low one. I think that a blacksmith may acquire common sense about shoeing +of horses, and a housewife about her kitchen and laundry. <i>Sound sense</i> +applicable to high matters is another matter—<i>une toute autre chose</i>.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Be done, dear Buller.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>In a moment. Moreover, I can imagine a strong, clear, sound sense <i>confined</i> +to a special <i>higher</i> employment—a lawyer who would manage the most +difficult and hazardous cause with admirable discretion, and make a mere fool +of himself in marrying.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Be done—be done.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>In a moment. <i>I</i> am not able to affirm that a Poet of high and sound faculties +<i>must</i> have the talent for conducting himself with prudence in the common +affairs of life; and really <i>that</i> is what seems to me to be <i>Common Sense</i>.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Be done now—you cannot better it.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>About the Poet what can I say that every body does not know and say in +all the weekly newspapers. Why, gentlemen, the Mission of the Poet is to +fight the fight of the Spirit against the flesh, and to extend the reign of the +Beautiful. Also, he is the Prophet of [Greek: gnôthi seauton]: and the finest of wordmongers. +The words that he touches turn all to gold. He is the subtlest of +thinkers. <i>Our</i> best discipline of thinking has been from the Poets. Compare +Shakspeare and Euclid.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>From you! Buller, you astonish me.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Astonishment is sometimes proof of a weak mind.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>There seem to be two Common Senses. Goldsmith appears to be viewed +as an eminent case of wanting it, in conduct—the practical—for his own use. +But the theoretical—for judging others—imaginary cases—characterises that +immortal work, <i>The Vicar of Wakefield</i>: and the theoretical, for judging +other men real, existing, and known, his <i>Retaliation</i>. The criticism of Burke, +for instance, is all exalted Common Sense—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Who, born for the Universe, narrowed his mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to Party gave up what was meant for Mankind."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>That is the larger grasp of common Sense rising into high Sense.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And thought of convincing while they thought of dining"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>is its homelier scope.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Common Sense is the lower part of complete Good Sense. Shakspeare and +Phidias must use Good Sense in governing their whole composition; which +Common Sense could not reach; and a man might have good sense in composing +a group in marble, yet want it in governing his family. But Phidias +executing a Venus with a blunt notched chisel, would want Common Sense.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_490" id="Page_490">[Pg 490]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Wordsworth the Great and Good has said that "the privilege and the +duty of Poetry is to describe things not as they are, but as they seem to the +senses and the passions;" and when in so saying he claimed further for the +works of Poetry law and constancy, he spake heroically and thence well,—up +to the mark of the fearless and clear truth. But when he condescended to +speak of "one quality that is always favourable to good poetry, namely, good +sense," he said that, <i>without note of reserve</i>, which should have been guarded. +Good sense, if you please, but such good sense as Homer shows when the +κλαγγη of the silver bow sounds—when the Mountain-Isle trembles with all +her Woods to Neptune stepping along—or the many-folded snowy Olympus to +Jupiter giving the one calm, slow, simple, majestic, earth-and-heaven-obliging +Nod—or when at the loosed storm of terrestrial and celestial battle on the +Scamandrian plain, the Infernal Jove leaps from his throne, and shouts, or yells, +or bellows—μεγ' ιαχε—lest the solidly-vaulted Earth rend above and let in sunlight +on the Shades. The "good sense" of Shakspeare, when the Witches +mingle in the hell-broth "Tartar's lips," and "yew-slips slivered in the +Moon's eclipse." Claim the good sense, but claim it in its own kind—separated +and high—kingly—Delphic—divine. The good sense of Jupiter—Apollo—the +Nine Muses, and the practical Pallas Athene. Or claim <span class="smcap">Wisdom</span>—and not +"good sense;"—"the meed of Poets <span class="smcap">SAGE</span>!" Lucid intelligence—profound +intuitions—disclosed essences—hidden relations laid bare—laws discerned—systems +and worlds comprehended—revealed mysteries—prophecy—the "terrible +sagacity"—and to all these add the circumspection—the caution—the +self-rule—the attentive and skilful prudence of consummate Art, commanding +effects which she forecast and willed. Wisdom in choosing his aim—Wisdom +in reaching his aim—Wisdom to weigh men's minds and men's deeds—their +hopes, fears, interests—to read the leaves of the books which men have written—to +read the leaves of the book which the Creating Finger has written—to +read the leaves of the book which lies for ever open before the Three Sisters—the +leaves which the Storms of the Ages turn over.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Coffee, my dear sir? Here's a cup—cool and sweetened to your taste to a +nicety.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Thanks, Talboys. I am ready for another spell.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Reflect, sir, breathe awhile. Do, Seward, interpose something between +the Master and exhaustion. Quick—quick—else he will be off again—and at +his time of Life—</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Oh for the gift denied me by my star—presence of mind!</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Common sense, in a high philosophical signification, is the sum of human +opinions and feelings; or the "Universal Sense" of mankind. That is not +homely—and cannot therefore be what Stewart calls that "homely endowment." +The apter translation of the place in his Essay is "ordinary sense +or understanding"—which seems to suggest <i>now</i> "so much sense or understanding +as you ordinarily meet with among men"—and <i>now</i> "sense and understanding +applied to ordinary concerns." Only this last makes the quality +<i>homely</i>. But the tooth of Stewart's insult is in the prior suggestion (in the case +of the Gifted, untrue), that they have not as much sense or understanding as +you ordinarily meet with. They have ten, twenty, a thousand times as much. +Think of Robert Burns! But they have—or may, I do not say must have—the +repugnance to apply the winged and "delighted spirit" to considerations +and cares that are easily felt as if sordid and servile—imprisoning—odious. +They suffer, however, not for the lack of knowing, but of resolution to conform +their doing to their knowing. They sin against common sense—and +much more against their own. <i>Hinc illæ lacrymæ.</i></p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Gentlemen, the Cardinal Virtue—Prudence—holds her sway, in the world<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_491" id="Page_491">[Pg 491]</a></span> +of man, over Action, and, as much as she may, over Event, by the union as if +of two Sceptres. For She must reign, at once, in the Understanding and in +the Will. Common Sense, as the word is commonly meant and understood, +is Intellectual Prudence applied to the more obvious requisitions of the more +obvious interests which daily and hourly claim our concern and regard. +This Intellectual Prudence, thus applied—that is to say, the clear Intelligence +of these requisitions—Common Sense, therefore—one man has, and another +has not. The case shall occur that the man, Poet or no Poet, who has it, shall +act like a fool; whilst the Poet or no Poet, who has it not, shall act like a +Sage. For the man, wise to see and to know, shall have yielded the throne +of his Will to some usurping and tyrannising desire—and the other, who +either does not possess, or who possessing, has not so applied the Intelligence—some +dedicated Mathematician, or Metaphysician, or Mechanician, or Naturalist, +or Scholar, or Antiquary, or Artist, or Poet, shall live wisely, because +he has brought his heart and his blood under the rule of Moral Necessity. +Prudence, or, in her stead, Conscience, has established her reign in his Will. +To be endowed with Common Sense is one thing; to <i>act</i> with common sense, +or agreeably to her demands, is another. Popular speech—loose, negligent, +self-willed, humoursome and humorous—often poetical—easily and gladly +confounds the two neighbouring cases. Philosophic disquisition—which this +of Dugald Stewart does not—should sedulously hold them apart. You may +judge of a man's Common Sense by hearing him criticise the character and +conduct of his neighbour. To learn in what hand the Sceptre of the Will is, +you must enter his own doors. The proneness of the Poet, easy, kind, frank—except +in his Art, artless—compassionate, generous, and, large-thoughted—heaven-aspiring—to +neglect, like the lover, (and what else is he but the perpetually +enthralled lover of the Good, the True, and the Beautiful?) the earthly +and distasteful <i>Cura Peculî</i>, is to be counteracted mainly on the side of the +Will. Simplicity of desire will go far, and this you may expect in him from +Nature—indeed it is the first ground of the fault charged. Next, of stronger +avail—not perhaps of more dignity—comes that which is indeed the base, if +not yet the edified structure of Common Sense, the plain Intelligence of naked +Necessity. No great stretch of intellectual power required, surely, for discovering +and knowing his own condition in the work-day world! But the +goods of fortune—worldly estate—<i>money</i>—shall the "heavenly Essence"—the +"celestial Virtue"—the "divine Emanation"—for so loftily has Man +spoken of Man—that is within us—crouch down and grovel in this dark, chill +den—this grave which Mammon has delved to be to it a pitfall and a prison?</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Ay—why shall the Poet guard and noose the strings of his purse?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>One reason, drawn from the sublimity of his being, stands ever nigh to bow +the pliant neck of his Will under the lowly yoke. He <i>must</i>—because, according +to the manner in which the All-Disposer saw good to order and adjust +the constituents and conditions of our human life here below, in him who, of +his own will and deed, lays himself under a bond to live by unearned bread, +the Moral Soul dies.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>The Poet is not—and he is—improvident. Nothing in his genius binds +him to improvidence. Prudence may accompany sensibility—may accompany +ample and soaring contemplations—may accompany creative thought—may +accompany the diligent observation of human life and manners—may +accompany profound insight into the human heart. These are chief constituents +of the poetical mind, and have nothing in them that rejects Prudence.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Neither do I believe that the more distinguished Poets generally have been +culpably unforethinking—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">"Vatis avarus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non temere est animus!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>I hope so. I should be exceedingly sorry to think that the Bard were apt to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_492" id="Page_492">[Pg 492]</a></span> +give into the most odious of all vices. But the interval is wide from vicious +negligence to vicious care: and I hope that somewhere between, and verging +from the Golden Mean a little way towards the negligent extreme, might be +the proper and earned place of the Poets.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>We must confess to some negligent tendencies in the Poet. The warm +sympathies give advantage to designing beggars of different ranks—and are +themselves betraying advisers. The law of the poetical mind to accept Impression, +and let it have its way, if it overflow its legitimate channel of +poetical study and art, and irregularly lay the conduct of life under water, +may leave behind it something else than fertility. The dwelling in pleasure +may make the narrow and exact cares of economy irksome. But why shall +we <i>expect</i> that a man of high, clear, and strong mind shall not learn how to—cut +his coat according to his cloth?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>I am afraid that the high faculties of a Poet threaten to endanger his vulgar +welfare. The foundation of his poetical being and power, as you well have +hinted, Talboys, is the free spontaneity of motion in his own mind—the surrendering +of his whole spirit to influxes and self-impulses. The spontaneous +movement allies his temperament to common passion, which founds upon this +very characteristic. And you sometimes see, accordingly, that the Poet is a +victim sacrificed for the benefit of the rest. Not that it need be so—for he +has his own means of protection; but powers delicate, sensitive, profound, +must walk perilously in a lapsed world.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Let it be allowed, then, to Dugald, that the poetical temperament is adverse +to getting—and to keeping—money—and that a touching picture might be +drawn of the conflicts of spirit between a Poet and his false position in a +counting-house—or with "poverty's unconquerable bar."</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>"This carelessness about the goods of fortune," says Mr Stewart, "is an infirmity +very naturally resulting from their studies, and is only to be cured by +years and experience, or by combination (<i>very rare indeed</i>) of poetical genius +with a more than ordinary share of that 'homely endowment called <i>common-sense</i>.'" +And wherefore any infirmity? Why not have portrayed rather—or +at least kindly qualified the word—in winning hues, or in lofty shape—the delicious +or magnanimous <span class="smcap">Unworldliness</span> of the poetical character? That most +ennobling, and most unostentatious quality, which dear and great Goddess—in +lovingly tempering a soul that from its first inhalation of terrestrial air to +the breath in which it escapes home, she intends to follow with her love—commingles +in precious and perilous atoms that, in consecrating, destine to sorrow.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>An infirmity? A charm—a grace—and a virtue! Alas! sir, a virtue too +suitable to the golden age to be safe in ours.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Ay, Seward, a virtue demanding the correction or the protection of some +others, which the iron generations countenance or allow—such as Prudence, +Justice, Affection for those whose welfare he unavoidably commixes with his +own.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Protection! It sometimes happily wins its protection from virtues that love +and admiration rouse and arm in other breasts, in its favour—a reverent love—a +pitying admiration.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>He quotes Horace as on his side of the question.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>A Poet whose name is amongst the most cited from antiquity, Virgil's illustrious +lyrical brother, has rehearsed (not indeed to the lyre, but in the style +which he offers for little better than versified prose) modestly and apologetically, +the Praises of the Poet—his personal worth, and serviceable function<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_493" id="Page_493">[Pg 493]</a></span> +amongst his fellow-men. Singular that in a few words of this passage, and +indeed just those which gently allege the <i>personal virtue</i> of the poor bard, the +Professor should have helped himself to a weapon for dealing upon that head +his unkindest cut of all.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>That flowing Epistle of Horace's to Augustus—which he gives good reason +in excellent verse for keeping short, and turns out, notwithstanding, +rather unreasonably long—if we look for its method, it rambles—if for the +spirit, it is a delicate intercommunion between the least of the Courtiers, the +Poet, and his imperial Patron, the Lord of Rome and of Rome's World.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>A facile, roving, and sketchy—partly historical and partly critical disquisition +on Poetry chiefly Roman, presenting, with occasion the virtues and +faults of the species—<span class="smcap">Poet</span>.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Let's hear it. In my day Horace was not much read at Oxford—</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>By you—and other First Class Physical Men. Seward, spout it.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>I will recite the passage.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hic error tamen, et levis hæc insania, quantas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Virtutes habeat, sic collige: vatis avarus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non temere est animus; versus amat, hoc studet unum;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Detrimenta, fugas servorum, incendia ridet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non fraudem socio, puerove incogitat ullam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pupillo; vivit siliquis et pane secundo.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Militiæ quamquam piger et malus, utilis urbi:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Si das hoc, parvis quoque rebus magna juvari.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Os tenerum pueri balbumque poeta figurat;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torquet ab obscœnis jam nunc sermonibus aurem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mox etiam pectus præceptis format amicis,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Asperitatis et invidiae, corrector et iræ;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recte facta refert; orientia tempora notis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Instruit exemplis, inopem solatur et ægrum.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Castis cum pueris ignara puella mariti<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disceret unde preces, vatem ni Musa dedisset?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poscit opem chorus, et præsentia numina sentit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cælestes implorat aquas, docta prece blandus;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Avertit morbos, metuenda pericula pellit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Impetrat et pacem, et locupletem frugibus annum.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Carmine Dî Superi placantur, carmine Manes."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Oh! that passage. Why, I have had it by heart for half a hundred. We +quote from it at Quarter Sessions.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>The first grace of the whole composition seems to me its two-fold personality—the +free intimacy between the great Protector and the small Protected. It +is like Horace's part of a familiar colloquy, where you may fancy, at discretion, +interlocutory remark, or answer, or question of Augustus.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>True, Talboys. Verse has attracted to the Bard the rays of imperial +favour. The Emperor himself is a Verse-maker. How natural and suitable +that Horace in verses which vary, to the time of the moment, with inimitable +facility, from a conversation-like negligence, or negligent seeming—to sweetness +and beauty, to strength and dignity—should win the august ear, tired +with the din of arms or of debating tongues, to an hour's chat on the interests +of the Muses.</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>The praise of the Poet how loving and ingenious! how insinuatingly subdued!</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Yet the ground is chosen with a dexterous boldness. The majestic opening +Address of the Poem showed Augustus, like a Jupiter, wielding with beneficent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_494" id="Page_494">[Pg 494]</a></span> +power the destinies of the Roman world. And now, confronting the dispenser +of welfare to nations, he sets up another benefactor of the State, the Poet, +face to face with golden-throned, and purple-vested Octavius Cæsar—poor +Horatius Flaccus!</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Most awkward of Courtiers! Most crazed of versifiers!</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>Beware of rash judgments and half-informations. You familiar with +Hory—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>You muttered the passage so that you murdered it.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>You, familiar with Hory, see at least how, by the choice of the ground, +he has obliged himself to stepping cautiously and tenderly over it. He leads +to it—he does not begin with it. Arrived at the comparison, he proposes it +rather implicitly than explicitly—admire the Rhetorician. He will avert jealousy—he +will propitiate kindness.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Artful Dodger.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>He has acknowledged—you might have given us the line—a <i>fault</i>. Nothing +seriously wrong though. As if Apollo had shot a plague with golden arrows +upon the City, all are turned Versifiers—young and old—and grave and +gay—wise and foolish—the skilled and the unskilled—the called and the uncalled.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>You write verses well yourself, Talboys.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>I am as willing as most people to bandy compliments, but here you must +excuse me. Out of the small fault, rises the Eulogy. This diffusive delusion—this +epidemic, yet lively, and airy, and sprightly, and harmless insanity, +gives out from its bosom some good uses, and first on the madman himself. +As one disease expels another, the musolept is, through the very force of his +disorder, free from the taint of cupidity—of the burning desire for worldly +wealth. The simple man has room in his heart but for one love. Verse is +his passion—his bliss, his all-absorbing vocation. Has his banker failed +with his little cash-balance in his hands? He laughs. Has one of his two +slaves run away? He laughs. Has a fire at the bookseller's consumed the +copies of his last work? 'Tis unlucky—but he laughs. It is not <i>he</i> that +speculates upon, or <i>waylays</i>, the unguarded trust of his friend or acquaintances—not +<i>he</i> that handles with adhesive fingers the gold of his young orphan-ward. +And for his fare, it is an anchorite's—pulse and brown bread.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Very prettily paraphrased indeed!</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>And very feelingly. Imagine these ideas sliding into one's heart in the +natural verse of—Goldsmith! For it is as if Goldy here described himself—and +see if the argument from the Innocence is not artfully placed, for the induction +to the argument from the Benefits, that is to follow.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>My dear Boys Three, Hory is here painting himself—and not himself. It is +the idea of the Poet. He brings the traits and the colours together, as they +best suit each other, and his purposes. The meritorious Eremite's fare is not +personal to the writer. He has reached a point which imperiously requires +another <i>fault</i>. Frankly and humorously he takes this from Flaccus himself. +The Poet is no soldier—slow to find the way to the field, and too quick to find +the way from it. Nevertheless—now for the setting up. He, too, is a profitable +servant of the State. And forthwith an imperatively demanded apology—for +the purple-robed has smiled a little incredulously at the <i>utilis urbi</i>. +If, says the Complete Letter-Writer, you will only admit that majestic interests +may be served by adminicles of "small regard to see to."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_495" id="Page_495">[Pg 495]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>And how curiously he hides a pre-eminent power in the very smallest sphere!</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>How finely! Rome <i>was</i> a republic of <span class="smcap">Orators</span>. Cedant arma togæ—the +Toga the war-weed of the Orator!</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Romanos rerum dominos, <i>gentemque togatam</i>."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The gowned Lords of the Nations—and, Lords of the Lords, the Orators!</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Are you sure that is the right reading?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Let it be so. Observe now—the occultation.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>The what?</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>The occultation.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Mille gratias.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>The nascent and adolescent Orator is moulded to the power of the word +by the greatest masters of the word, the Poets! Tell this, O Poet, in imperial +ears! Then speak modestly, withdrawingly, insinuatingly. Hide the boast. +It is hidden—and shown. The Poet fashions the tender and stammering +mouth of the boy. The rudiments of pronunciation—The Orator nascent. +No more. It is pretty and gentle that the Muse herself condescends to the +care of moulding the young soft lip to the pure musical utterance of Latium's +magnificent Mother-tongue.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Now I see it all. The occultation!</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>But She delays not undertaking a nobler and more momentous function. +From the bodily organs She passes to the governing mind. And of the Mind +at once to the nobler part, the Will. She is the young Roman's Moral +Tutress. Horace is brief. What these her first lessons to the soul are, he +does not say. He tells you their powerful virtue. They <i>wrest</i>, he says, (<i>torquet</i>,) +the charmed hearing from dishonest, from gross and grovelling, from +depraving and polluting discourse. You may, my friends, imagine Phædrus' +feeling Fables, or the "Lays of Ancient Rome;" or at Athens, instead of +Rome, the Iliad.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>It is the hint but of a line, sir. But each of us may know in himself how +early the Muse really did begin to possess our spirits with thoughts, and +scenes, and actions that soared away from the presences of our lives—that +She did</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lift us in aspiration from the earth."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And as the pupil grows, the discipline of the divine Instructress ripens. With +precepts that are the counsels of a dear and wise friend, she moulds the susceptible +compliant bosom. She softens his rough self-will—weeds out envy—and +curbs anger.</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Talboys, you expound Flaccus well.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Her storial informations, pictures from human existence, take now a more +direct purpose. She recites deeds justly and virtuously done; She furnishes and +arms—<i>instruit</i>—the springing generation with high transmitted examples.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>Ay, my dear Talboys, <i>He</i> is thinking now—</p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Hitherto you have always said <i>She</i>—</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>I have. "She" is really "He"—the Poet and not the Muse. I was rapt. +He is thinking now, my dear Buller, of old strong-hearted Ennius—the heroic<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_496" id="Page_496">[Pg 496]</a></span> +annalist, in soldierly rough verses, of younger heroic Rome. We may recollect, +for the nonce, whatever is most English, and most Scottish, and most +heroic, in those more musical "histories" of William, and of Walter.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>We have done with education. We come to the Charity of the Muse. She +visits the poor man's home and the sick-bed. One almost starts at the +thought, in the midst of the smoke, and the wealth, and the uproar of Pagan +Rome. Yet there the plain words are, "She (pardon me) comforts the indigent +and the sick man." Is it not <i>sic in orig.</i>?</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH.</p> + +<p><i>Sic.</i></p> + +<p class="center">BULLER. +</p> + +<p>Of her ministrations to the splendour of Arts and the luxury of Patrician +feasts—of her Theatres, that spread laughter or tears over the dense myriads +of the World's Metropolis—not a syllable. The innermost heart of the Poet +must have held the chord that gave out the soft low sound—<i>inopem solatur et +ægrum</i>. No introduction and no comment. A solitary, unpretending sentence +or clause.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>God bless you, my dear Buller.</p> + +<p class="center">TALBOYS. +</p> + +<p>Amen. May the Chairman of Quarter Sessions live a thousand years! The +indigent man may, I suppose, be a poor learned or a poor unlearned man. +Relatively to the latter we may think, for Scotland, of Burns' Poems lying in +Scottish cottages; and beginning from Scotland, of the traditional ballads and +songs that sound in every hut throughout Europe:—for Italy, of what they +say of the Venetian Gondoliers singing a Venetianised Gerusalemme Liberata.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>So far, my children, for the "<i>parvis rebus</i>." Something on a more extended +scale, and of a loftier reach! We are commenting Horace. From the earliest +times of civilisation, a principal office of verse was to adorn and solemnise +the services of Religion. The cultivation of Verse was early in the +Temples. A moment's recollection recalls to us the immense influence on the +Hellenic Poetry of this ritual dedication. This theme closes the Praise of the +Poet. But faithful to the strain which he has undertaken, and so far adhered +to, the discreet Eulogist still, in the loftiest matter, diminishes the pomp, rejects +ostentation, confines the sensible dimensions. And still faithful, he dwells on +that which, of less show, is the more touching. He has to array a religious procession +that drawing, as it moves along, all gaze—thrilling—as it slowly passes +door after door, and winds through street after street, with solemn and sweet +chaunt lifted from the sorrowing Earth to the listening Heavens—the universal +heart of the Eternal Queen-City—Look! Who are they that, as the crowds +divide, draw into sight? Chaste boys, and girls yet afar from the marriage-bond. +The sanctity of natural innocence heightening to the heart, and rendering +more gracious, the sanctity of the altar!—winning favour—alluring the +worshipper to the worship!</p> + +<p class="center">SEWARD. +</p> + +<p>The only expanded movement of the short passage—a third of it—seven +verses out of the twenty-one.</p> + +<p class="center">NORTH. +</p> + +<p>The religious topics are, generally, the propitiating of the Divinities—then +the particular benefits: Rain supplicated in seasons of Drought—the visitation +of Pestilential Sickness averted—National dangers repelled—Peace, the +wished-for, obtained—and the perpetual desire of earth's dwellers and tillers, +the fruitful Year. He has risen gradually, and has reached the summit. +Unexpectedly—you know not how—the Poet, though it is not so said, is far +greater than the Emperor. Yes, my friends, for the dominion of the Imperial +Throne is over the Kings of the Earth; but the sway of the well-strung +Lyre is over the throned Gods who inhabit above or underneath the Earth. +With Song are the celestial Deities soothed and made favourable—with Song +the dark dominators of Hell.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_497" id="Page_497">[Pg 497]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Carmine Dî Superi placantur, carmine Manes!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>A swelling and musical close to an anthem. What shall we admire most, +then? The variety of the Praise? The ethical wisdom? The genuine love in +the selection of the grounds? Or the exquisite skill of the artificer? The +"craft of the delicate spirit," who, veiled in humility, has gradually, and +as if insensibly, scaled to a station from which he looks upon Monarchs—but +from which should they aspire to strike him down, they offend, in violating +his right, the majesty of the assembled Gods? In inditing the unhappy passage +about the Poet's sole end being to please, I think that Dugald Stewart +was beguiled by a prevalent misconception amongst those who have taught +the Philosophy of the Fine Arts. The degrading influences are his own. +No doubt the Poet draws his poetical being from Pleasure—the great ancestress +of his tribe—<i>gentis origo</i>. He worships Pleasure according to the primeval +fashion of ancestor-worship. But what is his impulse to compose, to +<i>sing</i>? O hear from all the Great Poets since the world began, their answer. +They sing because a Spirit is in them. They sing because the muse bids. +She pours in thoughts and words; and along with thoughts and words flows +in the musical Will. With them it is like the Sybil when invaded by Apollo. +The real Poet sings, moved from without or from within. If from without—some +fore-shaped or self-shaped subject; if from within, some passion, +or some impassioned thought of his own has so deeply and strongly +affected him, that he is impelled to seek relief of the burthening emotions +and ideas in uttering them. This is the primary cause, and the natural +origin of Song. And you may call this, if you choose, an intending of +pleasure; but beware how you draw degrading inferences from this first +recognition and admission of pleasure. If you weigh the psychological fact, +you must look backwards to the attitude of mind which produced the work, +and not forwards to the attitude which the work produces. Of the intellective, +the moral, the imaginative, the pathetic powers that gave birth to +the Iliad—or to the Prometheus Vinctus—to the Knight's Tale—to the +Legend of Holiness—to Lear or Othello—or to the Paradise Lost! Who +does not instantly feel that he has been summoned to conceive and to contemplate +all that is mighty, august, affecting, or terrible in our souls? That he +looks into the caverned abyss where the Spirits of Power walk? Even as +when, by the side of Anchises, Æneas beholds in pre-existence the assemblage +of his kingly descendants, whom their day and the upper air will +call to rule the nations with sovereignty, to impose the conditions of +peace, to spare the vanquished, and with war to bring down the proud. +<span class="smcap">Lear!</span> The minstrels chanted an ancient rude lay—the infant stage brought +a rude drama—<span class="smcap">to Shakspeare</span>. But long before Minstrel or Theatre—had +mother, or grandam, or nurse told to the weeping or shuddering, to the +burning or auguring Child, that relique of old memory, that domestic tragedy +of the antique British throne—the story attracting and torturing of the Father-king +who divided his heart and his realm to the two serpents, who cast out from +heart and realm the Dove of his blood—till Time unveiled Truth and Love. +<i>Then and there</i> was the seed, the slowly-springing, laid in the deep and kindly +soil. From that hour dates the Lear of Shakspeare. Why repeat things that +we all know, and have a thousand times said? Because they must be reasserted +explicitly, as often as they are implicitly gainsayed; and is it not +gainsaying them to affirm that the Poet sings <i>to please</i>, when indeed he sings +because this Infinite of knowledges—this accumulation of experiences—this +world of sensibilities and sympathies, of affections, passions, emotions, desires +of his own and of other men's, inspires him, and will form itself in words? +But he looks towards his hoped Auditors with a more direct selfish desire +or design. He must have from them the meed of all glorious deeds—the wreath +of all glorious doers—<span class="smcap">Fame</span>. Let Grateful Mankind applaud the Benefactors +of Mankind. Ay, he loves life. He would fain live beyond this world, wide +as it is, of his own particular bosom—he would live in the bosoms of his contemporaries, +and in the bosoms of the generations that are to follow for evermore. +Proud as privileged, he asks his due—<span class="smcap">Recognition</span>. And who that +has the ability to render will choose or dare to withhold the tribute?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_498" id="Page_498">[Pg 498]</a></span> +Fame! the nectarean cup—the ambrosial fruit—that confers <i>Immortality</i>! +The last best gift that mortals affect to bestow on their fellow-mortals. +He who, at some great crisis, achieves a deed which the world shall feel, +and whereof the world shall ring—dilates, in consciousness, to comprehend +those whom his act shall reach, and those to whom it shall resound. Remember +Lord Nelson at Trafalgar—in the moment ere the first gun fires, +the word signalled to the awaiting host throughout the Fleet—"<span class="smcap">England +expects</span>." In an instant, the twenty-five millions of compatriot islanders, as +if wafted by the winds from their distant homes, are <i>there</i>—spectators of the +Fight that yet sleeps, at the next instant to wake, convulsing sea and air—spectators +to every single combatant, of his individual heroism. What did +that late conqueror of ancient Egypt and what did his fiery warriors +understand, when going into battle he said to them—"Forty Centuries look +down on you from the summit of yonder Pyramids?" These plains, for four +thousand years, have belonged to History. See to it, that the page which +you are about adding shall be, for your part, luminous with glory and +victory, not</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Black with dishonour, and foul with retreat."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Suppose that he had said, "Forty Centuries <i>to come</i> gaze upon you." The +Pyramids seem likely to hold their own in such a reckoning. Perhaps the +stretch of time is too long for the imagination of the Gallic Soldier. But +surely, so speaking, he had spoken more from his heart and less from his +imagination; for <i>he</i> meditated the ages to come, not the ages gone by. To +leave a name that shall sound, for good or for ill, loud-echoing from century +to century—a name to be heard, when Cæsar, and Alexander, and Hannibal +are commemorated—a name insubmergible by the waves of time—inextinguishable +by the mists of oblivion—<i>that</i> he desired, and <i>that</i> has he not +won? Horace has hung his name too in imagination on the structures of the +Cheopses. But how different is the</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Exegi monumentum ære perennius,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Regalique situ Pyramidum altius"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>of the Poet! Horace indeed was already safe in pronouncing Homer immortal, +with all the heroes upon whom he had conferred the gift. A thousand +years! And the portentous strain, with all its Gods and Goddesses, and +Kings and Queens, and Men and Women—fresh, bright, vivid, and fragrant, +warm and yet reverberating from the Harp—as if the <i>plectrum</i> of the sublime +Bard were but that moment withdrawn from the strings—as if the breast that +first poured the strain were yet throbbing with quicker emotion—stirred by the +pulsating chords and by the words which itself chanted. Horace might well +understand the immortality of the Poet. That he claimed it, and judiciously, +for himself—he who sung so differently, the sweet, the sprightly, some loftier +notes too—but afar from Homer—suggests a reflection upon the nature of +durability. The works were born of Love; and by Love they live, for in +them the Love lives. <i>Spirat adhuc amor.</i> Those Egyptian, star-contemplating, +and star-contemplated Edifices, quarried from the Rock, stand; +integral parts of the Planet, immovable—immutable. That is one manner +of enduring. Sound is awakened. For an instant it flits through the air and +ceases, extinct in silence. Add Love, and you have informed sound with +duration—another manner of enduring. The mountain of piled rocks and a +touch on the air are become rivals in duration, and we say they will last +for ever.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="center"><i>Printed by William Blackwood & Sons, Edinburgh.</i> +</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h2>FOOTNOTES:</h2> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <i>Modern State Trials</i>: Revised and Illustrated, with Essays and Notes. By +<span class="smcap">William C. Townsend</span>, Esq., M.A., Q.C., Recorder of Macclesfield. In 2 vols. 8vo. +Longman & Co. 1850.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Lord Campbell has made considerable use of Mr Townsend's collection, and +publicly acknowledged his obligations, in his <i>Lives of the Lord Chancellors and +Lord Chief-Justices</i>. It is not impossible that we may, before long, present our +readers with an extended examination of these two important works of the new +Lord Chief-Justice of the Queen's Bench.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Introduction, vol. i., p. 7, 8.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Introduction, p. ix.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Townsend, vol. i. pp. 1, 2.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> 4 Black. Com., pp. 81-2.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Townsend, vol i., p. 54.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Ibid. vol. i., p. 45.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> "I thought <i>he was crying</i>," said one of the witnesses!—p. 23.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Stat. 7 Anne, c. 21, § 11.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Townsend, vol. i. p. 71.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Hall's Pleas of the Crown, part I., c. 14.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> Townsend, p. 95.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> 1 Townsend, pp. 99-100; and see the argument reported at length in Regina <i>v.</i> +Frost, 9 Carr and Payne, 165-187. Of these fifteen Judges, only six are still on the +Bench—Barons Parke, Alderson, Rolfe; and Justices Patteson, Coleridge, and +Maule—nine having disappeared during the last ten years. It will be observed that +the three chiefs of the Courts were of one way of thinking, viz. that there <i>had</i> been +a good delivery of the list of witnesses, in point of law.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> 9 Carr and Payne, pp. 175-176.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <i>Souvenirs de la Vie Militaire en Afrique.</i> Par <span class="smcap">M. Pierre de Castellane</span>. +Paris: 1850.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> To ask the <i>aman</i> is to implore mercy; to give it is to grant pardon.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> In Africa, during the great heat, these <i>cabans</i> or short cloaks are often worn, to +keep off the rays of the sun.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> The Arabs called General Changarnier the <i>Changarli</i>, the <i>Changarlo</i>. <i>Changar</i> +is an Arab word, signifying to quell or crush. <i>Ma changarch alina</i>; do not strike +me down—do not crush me.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Sons of Turks by Arab women.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> This missionary, originally a Jew, had become a Calvinist at Bâle, then had joined +the Church of England, and had finally turned missionary, in consideration of a handsome +recompence. He drove a great trade in Bibles, which he sold to the Tunis +shopkeepers. The leaves of the sacred volume served to envelope Mussulman butter +and soap. The Caïd's book, published at Carlsruhe, made a noise, was prohibited, and, +thanks to the prohibition, had immense success.—Note by M. de Castellane.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <i>Blackwood's Magazine</i>, Vol. LXV., p. 20.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> A band of irregular horsemen.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> The Arab term for men of high family.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> The description of this peculiar phenomenon of the Indian Ocean, as given by +Captain Collins, surprised us as much as the reality seems to have done him. However, +on consulting a seafaring old gentleman of much experience in all parts of the +world, we are informed that such an appearance is periodically to be met with for +some distance between the Laccadive and Maldive islands, as he had reason to know. +The old Dutch Captain Stavorinus also furnishes an account substantially similar, +having particularly attended to the cause of it in his voyage to the East Indies: it +reaches also to some of the south-eastern islands at a great distance from India, near +Java—or at all events appears there. In the Atlantic, Humboldt says there is a +part of the sea always milky, although very deep, in about 57º W. longitude, and +the parallel of the island of Dominica. Of the same nature, probably, are the immense +olive-green spaces and stripes seen in blue water by Captain Scoresby and +others, toward the ice of the north polar regions. +</p> +<p> +The pale sea alluded to is supposed either to move from the shores of Arabia +Felix, and the gulfs in that coast, or, by some, to arise from sulphureous marine exhalations—appearing +to rot the bottoms of vessels, and to frighten the fish. Both +at the Laccadives and near Java it is seen twice a-year, often with a heavy rolling +of the sea and bad weather. The first time, at the new moon in June, it is called +by the Dutch the "little white-water;" again, at the new moon in August, the +great "wit-water;" by English seamen, generally, the milk-sea, or the "blink."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> The zodiacal light, seen at sunrise and sunset.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <i>Histoire des Ducs de Guise.</i> Par <span class="smcap">Réné de Bouillé</span>, ancien Ministre Plénipotentiaire. +Volume II. Paris: 1849.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> So styled by the Huguenots. Historians have adopted the designation. It consisted +of Guise, Montmorency, and the Marshal of St André, and was a sort of prelude +to the League.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <i>Discours de la Bataille de Dreux</i>, dieté par <span class="smcap">François de Lorraine</span>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> Thus stated by M. de Bouillé. Other writers have called the total force of the +Protestants two thousand seven hundred horse and foot.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> Other writers have said that he had already <i>done</i> so, or at least that he was +seated under a tree, a recognised prisoner, when he was shot. M. de Bouillé's +account leaves a sort of loop-hole, to infer that Montesquiou might have been hardly +aware that Condé was a prisoner. Such an inference, however, he probably does not +intend to be drawn, and, in either case, it is contrary to historical fact.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> The following couplet, from Oudin's MS. history of the house of Guise, may +serve as a specimen of the partisan ditties composed on this occasion:— +</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"L'an mil cinq cens soixante neuf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Entre Jarnac et Chasteauneuf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fut porté mort sur une asnesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ce grand ennemy de la Messe."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +</div></div> + + + + +<div class="transnote"> + +<p>Transcriber's Notes:</p> + + +<p>Punctuation and spelling were made consistent when a +predominant preference was found in this book; otherwise they +were not changed.</p> + +<p>Simple typographical and spelling errors were corrected.</p> + +<p>PP. <a href="#Page_373">373</a>, <a href="#Page_415">415</a> & <a href="#Page_456">456</a> added missing footnote anchors.</p></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. +68, No 420, October 1850, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BLACKWOOD'S EDINBURGH *** + +***** This file should be named 44618-h.htm or 44618-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/6/1/44618/ + +Produced by Brendan OConnor, Richard Tonsing, Jonathan +Ingram and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Library of Early +Journals.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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