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My father does not know that +"happiness is our being's end and aim." + +And pertinent to what does my father reply, by words so sceptical, +to an assertion so seldom disputed? + +Reader, Mr. Trevanion has been half an hour seated in our little +drawing-room. He has received two cups of tea from my mother's fair +hand; he has made himself at home. With Mr. Trevanion has come another +friend of my father's, whom he has not seen since he left college,--Sir +Sedley Beaudesert. + +Now, you must understand that it is a warm night, a little after nine +o'clock,--a night between departing summer and approaching autumn. The +windows are open; we have a balcony, which my mother has taken care to +fill with flowers; the air, though we are in London, is sweet and fresh; +the street quiet, except that an occasional carriage or hackney +cabriolet rolls rapidly by; a few stealthy passengers pass to and fro +noiselessly on their way homeward. We are on classic ground,--near that +old and venerable Museum, the dark monastic pile which the taste of the +age had spared then,--and the quiet of the temple seems to hallow the +precincts. Captain Roland is seated by the fire-place, and though there +is no fire, he is shading his face with a hand-screen; my father and Mr. +Trevanion have drawn their chairs close to each other in the middle of +the room; Sir Sedley Beaudesert leans against the wall near the window, +and behind my mother, who looks prettier and more pleased than usual +since her Austin has his old friends about him; and I, leaning my elbow +on the table and my chin upon my hand, am gazing with great admiration +on Sir Sedley Beaudesert. + +Oh, rare specimen of a race fast decaying,--specimen of the true fine +gentleman, ere the word "dandy" was known, and before "exquisite" became +a noun substantive,--let me here pause to describe thee! Sir Sedley +Beaudesert was the contemporary of Trevanion and my father; but without +affecting to be young, he still seemed so. Dress, tone, look, manner,-- +all were young; yet all had a certain dignity which does not belong to +youth. At the age of five and twenty he had won what would have been +fame to a French marquis of the old regime; namely, the reputation of +being "the most charming man of his day,"--the most popular of our sex, +the most favored, my dear lady-reader, by yours. It is a mistake, I +believe, to suppose that it does not require talent to become the +fashion,--at all events, Sir Sedley was the fashion, and he had talent. + +He had travelled much, he had read much,--especially in memoirs, +history, and belles-lettres,--he made verses with grace and +a certain originality of easy wit and courtly sentiment, he conversed +delightfully, he was polished and urbane in manner, he was brave and +honorable in conduct; in words he could flatter, in deeds he was +sincere. + +Sir Sedley Beaudesert had never married. Whatever his years, he was +still young enough in looks to be married for love. He was high-born, +he was rich, he was, as I have said, popular; yet on his fair features +there was an expression of melancholy, and on that forehead--pure from +the lines of ambition, and free from the weight of study--there was the +shadow of unmistakable regret. + +"I don't know that," said my father; "I have never yet found in life one +man who made happiness his end and aim. One wants to gain a fortune, +another to spend it; one to get a place, another to build a name: but +they all know very well that it is not happiness they search for. No +Utilitarian was ever actuated by self-interest, poor man, when he sat +down to scribble his unpopular crotchets to prove self-interest +universal. And as to that notable distinction between self-interest +vulgar and self-interest enlightened, the more the self-interest is +enlightened, the less we are influenced by it. If you tell the young +man who has just written a fine book or made a fine speech that he will +not be any happier if he attain to the fame of Milton or the power of +Pitt, and that, for the sake of his own happiness, he had much better +cultivate a farm, live in the country, and postpone to the last the days +of dyspepsia and gout, he will answer you fairly, 'I am quite as +sensible of that as you are. But I am not thinking whether or not I +shall be happy. I have made up my mind to be, if I can, a great author +or a prime minister.' So it is with all the active sons of the world. +To push on is the law of Nature. And you can no more say to men and to +nations than to children: 'Sit still, and don't wear out your shoes!'" + +"Then," said Trevanion, "if I tell you I am not happy, your only answer +is that I obey an inevitable law." + +"No, I don't say that it is an inevitable law that man should not be +happy; but it is an inevitable law that a man, in spite of himself, +should live for something higher than his own happiness. He cannot live +in himself or for himself, however egotistical he may try to be. Every +desire he has links him with others. Man is not a machine,--he is a +part of one." + +"True, brother, he is a soldier, not an army," said Captain Roland. + +"Life is a drama, not a monologue," pursued my father. "'Drama' is +derived from a Greek verb signifying 'to do.' Every actor in the drama +has something to do, which helps on the progress of the whole: that is +the object for which the author created him. Do your part, and let the +Great Play get on." + +"Ah!" said Trevanion, briskly, "but to do the part is the difficulty. +Every actor helps to the catastrophe, and yet must do his part without +knowing how all is to end. Shall he help the curtain to fall on a +tragedy or a comedy? Come, I will tell you the one secret of my public +life, that which explains all its failure (for, in spite of my position, +I have failed) and its regrets,--I want Conviction!" + +"Exactly," said my father; "because to every question there are two +sides, and you look at them both." + +"You have said it," answered Trevanion, smiling also. "For public life +a man should be one-sided: he must act with a party; and a party insists +that the shield is silver, when, if it will take the trouble to turn the +corner, it will see that the reverse of the shield is gold. Woe to the +man who makes that discovery alone, while his party are still swearing +the shield is silver, and that not once in his life, but every night! + +"You have said quite enough to convince me that you ought not to belong +to a party, but not enough to convince me why you should not be happy," +said my father. + +"Do you remember," said Sir Sedley Beaudesert, "an anecdote of the first +Duke of Portland? He had a gallery in the great stable of his villa in +Holland, where a concert was given once a week, to cheer and amuse his +horses! I have no doubt the horses thrived all the better for it. What +Trevanion wants is a concert once a week. With him it is always saddle +and spur. Yet, after all, who would not envy him? If life be a drama, +his name stands high in the play-bill, and is printed in capitals on the +walls." + +"Envy me!" said Trevanion,--"Me! No, you are the enviable man,--you, +who have only one grief in the world, and that so absurd a one that I +will make you blush by disclosing it. Hear, O sage Austin! O sturdy +Roland! Olivares was haunted by a spectre, and Sedley Beaudesert by the +dread of old age!" + +"Well," said my mother, seriously, "I do think it requires a great sense +of religion, or at all events children' of one's own, in whom one is +young again, to reconcile oneself to becoming old." + +"My dear ma'am," said Sir Sedley, who had slightly colored at +Trevanion's charge, but had now recovered his easy self-possession, "you +have spoken so admirably that you give me courage to confess my +weakness. I do dread to be old. All the joys of my life have been the +joys of youth. I have had so exquisite a pleasure in the mere sense of +living that old age, as it comes near, terrifies me by its dull eyes and +gray hairs. I have lived the life of a butterfly. Summer is over, and +I see my flowers withering; and my wings are chilled by the first airs +of winter. Yes, I envy Trevanion; for in public life no man is ever +young, and while he can work he is never old." + +"My dear Beaudesert," said my father, "when Saint Amable, patron saint +of Riom, in Auvergne, went to Rome, the sun waited upon him as a +servant, carried his cloak and gloves for him in the heat, and kept off +the rain, if the weather changed, like an umbrella. You want to put the +sun to the same use you are quite right; but then, you see, you must +first be a saint before you can be sure of the sun as a servant." + +Sir Sedley smiled charmingly; but the smile changed to a sigh as he +added, "I don't think I should much mind being a saint, if the sun would +be my sentinel instead of my courier. I want nothing of him but to +stand still. You see he moved even for Saint Amable. My dear madam, +you and I understand each other; and it is a very hard thing to grow +old, do what one will to keep young." + +"What say you, Roland, of these two malcontents?" asked my father. The +Captain turned uneasily in his chair, for the rheumatism was gnawing his +shoulder, and sharp pains were shooting through his mutilated limb. + +"I say," answered Roland, "that these men are wearied with marching from +Brentford to Windsor,--that they have never known the bivouac and the +battle." + +Both the grumblers turned their eyes to the veteran: the eyes rested +first on the furrowed, care-worn lines in his eagle face; then they fell +on the stiff outstretched cork limb; and then they turned away. + +Meanwhile my mother had softly risen, and under pretence of looking for +her work on the table near him, bent over the old soldier and pressed +his hand. + +"Gentlemen," said my father, "I don't think my brother ever heard of +Nichocorus, the Greek comic writer; yet he has illustrated him very +ably. Saith Nichocorus, 'The best cure for drunkenness is a sudden +calamity.' For chronic drunkenness, a continued course of real +misfortune must be very salutary!" + +No answer came from the two complainants; and my father took up a great +book. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + +"Mr friends," said my father, looking up from his book, and addressing +himself to his two visitors, know of one thing, milder than calamity, +that would do you both a great deal of good." + +"What is that?" asked Sir Sedley. + +"A saffron bag, worn at the pit of the stomach!" + +"Austin, my dear," said my mother, reprovingly. + +My father did not heed the interruption, but continued gravely: "Nothing +is better for the spirits! Roland is in no want of saffron, because he +is a warrior; and the desire of fighting and the hope of victory infuse +such a heat into the spirits as is profitable for long life, and keeps +up the system." + +"Tut!" said Trevanion. + +"But gentlemen in your predicament must have recourse to artificial +means. Nitre in broth, for instance,--about three grains to ten (cattle +fed upon nitre grow fat); or earthy odors,--such as exist in cucumbers +and cabbage. A certain great lord had a clod of fresh earth, laid in a +napkin, put under his nose every morning after sleep. Light anointing +of the head with oil, mixed with roses and salt, is not bade but, upon +the whole, I prescribe the saffron bag at the--" + +"Sisty, my dear, will you look for my scissors?" said my mother. + +"What nonsense are you talking! Question! question!" cried Mr. +Trevanion. + +"Nonsense!" exclaimed my father, opening his eyes: "I am giving you the +advice of Lord Bacon. You want conviction: conviction comes from +passion; passion from the spirits; spirits from a saffron bag. You, +Beaudesert, on the other hand, want to keep youth. He keeps youth +longest, who lives longest. Nothing more conduces to longevity than a +saffron bag, provided always it is worn at the--" + +"Sisty, my thimble!" said my mother. + +"You laugh at us justly," said Beaudesert, smiling; "and the same +remedy, I dare say, would cure us both." + +"Yes," said my father, "there is no doubt of that. In the pit of the +stomach is that great central web of nerves called the ganglions; thence +they affect the head and the heart. Mr. Squills proved that to us, +Sisty." + +"Yes," said I; "but I never heard Mr. Squills talk of a saffron bag." + +"Oh, foolish boy! it is not the saffron bag, it is the belief in the +saffron bag. Apply Belief to the centre of the nerves, and all will go +well," said my father. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + +"But it is a devil of a thing to have too nice a conscience!" quoth the +member of parliament. + +"And it is not an angel of a thing to lose one's front teeth!" +sighed the fine gentleman. + +Therewith my father rose, and putting his hand into his waistcoat, more +suo, delivered his famous Sermon Upon The Connection Between Faith And +Purpose. + +Famous it was in our domestic circle, but as yet it has not gone beyond; +and since the reader, I am sure, does not turn to the Caxton Memoirs +with the expectation of finding sermons, so to that circle let its fame +be circumscribed. All I shall say about it is that it was a very fine +sermon, and that it proved indisputably--to me at least--the salubrious +effects of a saffron bag applied to the great centre of the nervous +system. But the wise Ali saith that "a fool doth not know what maketh +him look little, neither will he hearken to him that adviseth him." I +cannot assert that my father's friends were fools, but they certainly +came under this definition of Folly. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + +For therewith arose, not conviction, but discussion; Trevanion was +logical, Beaudesert sentimental. My father held firm to the saffron +bag. When James the First dedicated to the Duke of Buckingham his +meditation on the Lord's Prayer, he gave a very sensible reason for +selecting his Grace for that honor; "For," saith the king, "it is made +upon a very short and plain prayer, and, therefore, the fitter for a +courtier, for courtiers are for the most part thought neither to have +lust nor leisure to say long prayers, liking best courte messe et long +disner." I suppose it was for a similar reason that my father persisted +in dedicating to the member of parliament and the fine gentleman "this +short and plaine" morality of his,--to wit, the saffron bag. He was +evidently persuaded, if he could once get them to apply that, it was all +that was needful; that they had neither lust nor leisure for longer +instructions. And this saffron bag,--it came down with such a whack, at +every round in the argument! You would have thought my father one of +the old plebeian combatants in the popular ordeal, who, forbidden to use +sword and lance, fought with a sand-bag tied to a flail: a very stunning +weapon it was when filled only with sand; but a bag filled with saffron, +it was irresistible! Though my father had two to one against him, they +could not stand such a deuce of a weapon. And after tats and pishes +innumerable from Mr. Trevanion, and sundry bland grimaces from Sir +Sedley Beaudesert, they fairly gave in, though they would not own they +were beaten. + +"Enough," said the member, "I see that you don't comprehend me; I must +continue to move by my own impulse." + +My father's pet book was the Colloquies of Erasmus; he was wont to say +that those Colloquies furnished life with illustrations in every page. +Out of the Colloquies of Erasmus he now answered the member. + +"Rabirius, wanting his servant Syrus to get up," quoth my father, "cried +out to him to move. 'I do move,' said Syrus. 'I see you move,' replied +Rabirius, 'but you move nothing.' To return to the saffron bag--" + +"Confound the saffron bag!" cried Trevanion, in a rage; and then +softening his look as he drew on his gloves, he turned to my mother and +said, with more politeness than was natural to, or at least customary +with, him,-- + +"By the way, my dear Mrs. Caxton, I should tell you that Lady Ellinor +comes to town to-morrow on purpose to call on you. We shall be here +some little time, Austin; and though London is so empty, there are still +some persons of note to whom I should like to introduce you and yours--" + +"Nay," said my father; "your world and my world are not the same. Books +for me, and men for you. Neither Kitty nor I can change our habits, +even for friendship: she has a great piece of work to finish, and so +have I. Mountains cannot stir, especially when in labor; but Mahomet +can come to the mountain as often as he likes." + +Mr. Trevanion insisted, and Sir Sedley Beaudesert mildly put in his own +claims; both boasted acquaintance with literary men whom my father +would, at all events, be pleased to meet. My father doubted whether he +could meet any literary men more eloquent than Cicero, or more amusing +than Aristophanes; and observed that if such did exist, he would rather +meet them in their books than in a drawing-room. In fine, he--was +immovable; and so also, with less argument, was Captain Roland. + +Then Mr. Trevanion turned to me. + +"Your son, at all events, should see something of the world." + +My mother's soft eye sparkled. + +"My dear friend, I thank you," said my father, touched; "and Pisistratus +and I will talk it over." + +Our guests had departed. All four of us gathered to the open window, +and enjoyed in silence the cool air and the moonlight. + +"Austin," said my mother at last, "I fear it is for my sake that you +refuse going amongst your old friends: you knew I should be frightened +by such fine people, and--" + +"And we have been happy for more than eighteen years without them, +Kitty! My poor friends are not happy, and we are. To leave well alone +is a golden rule worth all in Pythagoras. The ladies of Bubastis, my +dear,--a place in Egypt where the cat was worshipped,--always kept +rigidly aloof from the gentlemen in Athribis, who adored the shrew-mice. +Cats are domestic animals, your shrew-mice are sad gadabouts: you can't +find a better model, any Kitty, than the ladies of Bubastis!" + +"How Trevanion is altered!" said Roland, musingly,--"he who was so +lively and ardent!" + +"He ran too fast up-hill at first, and has been out of breath ever +since," said my father. + +"And Lady Ellinor," said Roland, hesitatingly, "shall you see her to- +morrow?" + +"Yes!" said my father, calmly. + +As Captain Roland spoke, something in the tone of his question seemed to +flash a conviction on my mother's heart, the woman there was quick; she +drew back, turning pale even in the moonlight, and fixed her eyes on my +father, while I felt her hand, which had clasped mine, tremble +convulsively. + +I understood her. Yes, this Lady Ellinor was the early rival whose name +till then she had not known. She fixed her eyes on my father; and at +his tranquil tone and quiet look she breathed more freely, and, sliding +her hand from mine, rested it fondly on his shoulder. A few moments +afterwards, I and Captain Roland found ourselves standing alone by the +window. + +"You are young, nephew," said the Captain, "and you have the name of a +fallen family to raise. Your father does well not to reject for you +that opening into the great world which Trevanion offers. As for me, my +business in London seems over: I cannot find what I came to seek. I +have sent for my daughter; when she arrives I shall return to my old +tower, and the man and the ruin will crumble away together." + +"Tush, uncle! I must work hard and get money; and then we will repair +the old tower and buy back the old estate. My father shall sell the red +brick house; we will fit him up a library in the keep; and we will all +live united, in peace, and in state, as grand as our ancestors before +us." + +While I thus spoke, my uncle's eyes were fixed upon a corner of the +street, where a figure, half in shade, half in moonlight, stood +motionless. "Ah!" said I, following his eye, "I have observed that man +two or three times pass up and down the street on the other side of the +way and turn his head towards our window. Our guests were with us then, +and my father in full discourse, or I should have--" + +Before I could finish the sentence my uncle, stifling an exclamation, +broke away, hurried out of the room, stumped down the stairs, and was in +the street, while I was yet rooted to the spot with surprise. I +remained at the window, and my eye rested on the figure. I saw the +Captain, with his bare head and his gray hair, cross the street; the +figure started, turned the corner, and fled. + +Then I followed my uncle, and arrived in time to save him from falling; +he leant his head on my breast, and I heard him murmur: "It is he--it is +he! He has watched us!---he repents!" + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + +The next day Lady Ellinor called; but, to my great disappointment, +without Fanny. + +Whether or not some joy at the incident of the previous night had served +to rejuvenate my uncle, I know not, but he looked to me ten years +younger when Lady Ellinor entered. How carefully the buttoned-up coat +was brushed; how new and glossy was the black stock! The poor Captain +was restored to his pride, and mighty proud he looked! with a glow on +his cheek and a fire in his eye, his head thrown back, and his whole air +composed, severe, Mavortian, and majestic, as if awaiting the charge of +the French cuirassiers at the head of his detachment. + +My father, on the contrary, was as usual (till dinner, when he always +dressed punctiliously, out of respect to his Kitty), in his easy +morning-gown and slippers; and nothing but a certain compression in his +lips, which had lasted all the morning, evinced his anticipation of the +visit, or the emotion it caused him. + +Lady Ellinor behaved beautifully. She could not conceal a certain +nervous trepidation when she first took the hand my father extended; and +in touching rebuke of the Captain's stately bow, she held out to him the +hand left disengaged, with a look which brought Roland at once to her +side. It was a desertion of his colors to which nothing, short of Ney's +shameful conduct at Napoleon's return from Elba, affords a parallel in +history. Then, without waiting for introduction, and before a word +indeed was said, Lady Ellinor came to my mother so cordially, so +caressingly; she threw into her smile, voice, manner, such winning +sweetness,--that I, intimately learned in my poor mother's simple, +loving heart, wondered how she refrained from throwing her arms round +Lady Ellinor's neck and kissing her outright. It must have been a great +conquest over herself not to do it! My turn came next; and talking to +me and about me soon set all parties at their ease,--at least +apparently. + +What was said, I cannot remember; I do not think one of us could. But +an hour slipped away, and there was no gap in the conversation. + +With curious interest, and a survey I strove to make impartial, I +compared Lady Ellinor with my mother; and I comprehended the fascination +which the high-born lady must, in their earlier youth, have exercised +over both brothers, so dis-similar to each other. For charm was the +characteristic of Lady Ellinor,--a charm indefinable. It was not the +mere grace of refined breeding, though that went a great way, it was a +charm that seemed to spring from natural sympathy. Whomsoever she +addressed, that person appeared for the moment to engage all her +attention, to interest her whole mind. She had a gift of conversation +very peculiar. She made what she said like a continuation of what was +said to her. She seemed as if she had entered into your thoughts, and +talked them aloud. Her mind was evidently cultivated with great care, +but she was perfectly void of pedantry. A hint, an allusion, sufficed +to show how much she knew, to one well instructed, without mortifying or +perplexing the ignorant. Yes, there probably was the only woman my +father had ever met who could be the companion to his mind, walk through +the garden of knowledge by his side, and trim the flowers while he +cleared the vistas. On the other hand, there was an inborn nobility in +Lady Ellinor's sentiments that must have struck the most susceptible +chord in Roland's nature, and the sentiments took eloquence from the +look, the mien, the sweet dignity of the very turn of the head. Yes, +she must have been a fitting Oriana to a young Amadis. It was not hard +to see that Lady Ellinor was ambitious, that she had a love of fame for +fame itself, that she was proud, that she set value (and that morbidly) +on the world's opinion. This was perceptible when she spoke of her +husband, even of her daughter. It seemed to me as if she valued the +intellect of the one, the beauty of the other, by the gauge of the +social distinction it conferred. She took measure of the gift as I was +taught at Dr. Herman's to take measure of the height of a tower,--by the +length of the shadow it cast upon the ground. + +My dear father, with such a wife you would never have lived eighteen +years shivering on the edge of a Great Book! + +My dear uncle, with such a wife you would never have been contented with +a cork leg and a Waterloo medal! + +And I understand why Mr. Trevanion, "eager and ardent," as ye say he was +in youth, with a heart bent on the practical success of life, won the +hand of the heiress. Well, you see Mr. Trevanion has contrived not to +be happy! By the side of my listening, admiring mother, with her blue +eyes moist and her coral lips apart, Lady Ellinor looks faded. Was she +ever as pretty as my mother is now? Never. But she was much handsomer. +What delicacy in the outline, and yet how decided, in spite of the +delicacy! The eyebrow so defined; the profile slightly aquiline, so +clearly cut, with the curved nostril, which, if physiognomists are +right, shows sensibility so keen; and the classic lip that, but for the +neighboring dimple, would be so haughty. But wear and tear are in that +face. The nervous, excitable temper has helped the fret and cark of +ambitious life. My dear uncle, I know not yet your private life; but +'as for my father, I am sure that though he might have done more on +earth, he would have been less fit for heaven, if he had married Lady +Ellinor. + +At last this visit--dreaded, I am sure, by three of the party--was over, +but not before I had promised to dine at the Trevanions' that day. + +When we were again alone, my father threw off a long breath, and looking +round him cheerfully, said, "Since Pisistratus deserts us, let us +console ourselves for his absence; send for brother Jack, and all four +go down to Richmond to drink tea." + +"Thank you, Austin," said Roland; "but I don't want it, I assure you." + +"Upon your honor?" said my father, in a half whisper. + +"Upon my honor." + +"Nor I either. So, my dear Kitty, Roland and I will take a walk, and be +back in time to see if that young Anachronism looks as handsome as his +new London-made clothes will allow him. Properly speaking, he ought to +go with an apple in his hand, and a dove in his bosom. But now I think +of it, that was luckily not the fashion with the Athenians till the time +of Alcibiades!" + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + +You may judge of the effect that my dinner at Mr. Trevanion's, with a +long conversation after it with Lady Ellinor, made upon my mind when, on +my return home, after having satisfied all questions of parental +curiosity, I said nervously, and looking down: "My dear father, I should +like very much, if you have no objection--to--to--" + +"What, my dear?" asked my father, kindly. + +"Accept an offer Lady Ellinor has made me on the part of Mr. Trevanion. +He wants a secretary. He is kind enough to excuse my inexperience, and +declares I shall do very well, and can soon get into his ways. Lady +Ellinor says," I continued with dignity, "that it will be a great +opening in public life for me; and at all events, my dear father, I +shall see much of the world, and learn what I really think will be more +useful to me than anything they will teach him at college." + +My mother looked anxiously at my father. "It will indeed be a great +thing for Sisty," said she, timidly; and then, taking courage, she +added--"and that is just the sort of life he is formed for." + +"Hem!" said my uncle. + +My father rubbed his spectacles thoughtfully, and replied, after a long +pause,-- + +"You may be right, Kitty: I don't think Pisistratus is meant for study; +action will suit him better. But what does this office lead to?" + +"Public employment, sir," said I, boldly; "the service of my country." + +"If that be the case," quoth Roland, "have not a word to say. But I +should have thought that for a lad of spirit, a descendant of the old De +Caxtons, the army would have--" + +"The army!" exclaimed my mother, clasping her hands, and looking +involuntarily at my uncle's cork leg. + +"The army!" repeated my father, peevishly. "Bless my soul, Roland, you +seem to think man is made for nothing else but to be shot at! You would +not like the army, Pisistratus?" + +"Why, sir, not if it pained you and my dear mother; otherwise, indeed--" + +"Papoe!" said my father, interrupting me. "This all comes of your +giving the boy that ambitious, uncomfortable name, Mrs. Caxton; what +could a Pisistratus be but the plague of one's life? That idea of +serving his country is Pisistratus ipsissimus all over. If ever I have +another son (Dii metiora!) he has only got to be called Eratostratus, +and then he will be burning down St. Paul's,--which I believe was, by +the way, first made out of the stones of a temple to Diana. Of the two, +certainly, you had better serve your country with a goose-quill than by +poking a bayonet into the ribs of some unfortunate Indian; I don't think +there are any other people whom the service of one's country makes it +necessary to kill just at present, eh, Roland?" + +"It is a very fine field, India," said my uncle, sententiously; "it is +the nursery of captains." + +"Is it? Those plants take up a good deal of ground, then, that might be +more profitably cultivated. And, indeed, considering that the tallest +captains in the world will be ultimately set into a box not above seven +feet at the longest, it is astonishing what a quantity of room that +species of arbor mortis takes in the growing! However, Pisistratus, to +return to your request, I will think it over, and talk to Trevanion." + +"Or rather to Lady Ellinor," said I, imprudently: my mother slightly +shivered, and took her hand from mine. I felt cut to the heart by the +slip of my own tongue. + +"That, I think, your mother could do best," said my father, dryly, "if +she wants to be quite convinced that somebody will see that your shirts +are aired. For I suppose they mean you to lodge at Trevanion's." + +"Oh, no!" cried my mother; "he might as well go to college then. I +thought he was to stay with us,--only go in the morning, but, of course, +sleep here." + +"If I know anything of Trevanion," said my father, "his secretary will +be expected to do without sleep. Poor boy! you don't know what it is +you desire. And yet, at your age, I--" my father stopped short. "No!" +he renewed abruptly, after a long silence, and as if soliloquizing,-- +"no; man is never wrong while he lives for others. The philosopher who +contemplates from the rock is a less noble image than the sailor who +struggles with the storm. Why should there be two of us? And could he +be an alter ego, even if I wished it? Impossible!" My father turned on +his chair, and laying the left leg on the right knee, said smilingly, as +he bent down to look me full in the face: "But, Pisistratus, will you +promise me always to wear the saffron bag?" + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + + +I now make a long stride in my narrative. I am domesticated with the +Trevanions. A very short conversation with the statesman sufficed to +decide my father; and the pith of it lay in this single sentence uttered +by Trevanion: "I promise you one thing,--he shall never be idle!" + +Looking back, I am convinced that my father was right, and that he +understood my character, and the temptations to which I was most prone, +when he consented to let me resign college and enter thus prematurely on +the world of men. I was naturally so joyous that I should have made +college life a holiday, and then, in repentance, worked myself into a +phthisis. + +And my father, too, was right that though I could study, I was not meant +for a student. + +After all, the thing was an experiment. I had time to spare; if the +experiment failed, a year's delay would not necessarily be a year's +loss. + +I am ensconced, then, at Mr. Trevanion's; I have been there some months. +It is late in the winter; Parliament and the season have commenced. I +work hard,--Heaven knows, harder than I should have worked at college. +Take a day for sample. + +Trevanion gets up at eight o'clock, and in all--weathers rides an hour +before breakfast; at nine he takes that meal in his wife's dressing- +room; at half-past nine he comes into his study. By that time he +expects to find done by his secretary the work I am about to describe. + +On coming home,--or rather before going to bed, which is usually after +three o'clock,--it is Mr. Trevanion's habit to leave on the table of the +said study a list of directions for the secretary. The following, which +I take at random from many I have preserved, may show their multifarious +nature:-- + + 1. Look out in the Reports (Committee, House of Lords) for the last + seven years all that is said about the growth of flax; mark the + passages for me. + + 2. Do, do. "Irish Emigration." + + 3. Hunt out second volume of Kames's "History of Man," passage + containing Reid's Logic,--don't know where the book is! + + 4. How does the line beginning Lumina conjurent, inter something, + end? Is it in Grey? See. + + 5. Fracastorius writes: Quantum hoe infecit vitium, quot adiverit + urbes. Query, ought it not, in strict grammar, to be injecerit, + instead of infecit? If you don't know, write to father. + + 6. Write the four letters in full from the notes I leave; i. e., + about the Ecclesiastical Courts. + + 7. Look out Population Returns: strike average of last five years + (between mortality and births) in Devonshire and Lancashire. + + 8. Answer these six begging letters "No,"--civilly. + + 9. The other six, to constituents, "that I have no interest with + Government." + + 10. See, if you have time, whether any of the new books on the + round table are not trash. + + 11. I want to know All about Indian corn. + + 12. Longinus says something, somewhere, in regret for uncongenial + pursuits (public life, I suppose): what is it? N. B. Longinus is + not in my London catalogue, but is here, I know,--I think in a box + in the lumber-room. + + 13. Set right the calculation I leave on the poor-rates. I have + made a blunder somewhere, etc. + +Certainly my father knew Mr. Trevanion; he never expected a secretary to +sleep! To get through the work required of me by half-past nine, I get +up by candle-light. At half-past nine I am still hunting for Longinus, +when Mr. Trevanion comes in with a bundle of letters. + +Answers to half the said letters fall to my share. Directions verbal,-- +in a species of short-hand talk. While I write, Mr. Trevanion reads the +newspapers, examines what I have done, makes notes therefrom,--some for +Parliament, some for conversation, some for correspondence,--skims over +the Parliamentary papers of the morning, and jots down directions for +extracting, abridging, and comparing them with others, perhaps twenty +years old. At eleven he walks down to a Committee of the House of +Commons,--leaving me plenty to do,--till half-past three, when he +returns. At four, Fanny puts her head into the room--and I lose mine. +Four days in the week Mr. Trevanion then disappears for the rest of the +day; dines at Bellamy's or a club; expects me at the House at eight +o'clock, in case he thinks of something, wants a fact or a quotation. +He then releases me,--generally with a fresh list of instructions. But +I have my holidays, nevertheless. On Wednesdays and Saturdays Mr. +Trevanion gives dinners, and I meet the most eminent men of the day, on +both sides; for Trevanion is on both sides himself,--or no side at all, +which comes to the same thing. On Tuesdays Lady Ellinor gives me a +ticket for the Opera, and I get there at least in time for the ballet. +I have already invitations enough to balls and soirees, for I am +regarded as an only son of great expectations. I am treated as becomes +a Caxton who has the right, if he pleases, to put a De before his name. +I have grown very smart. I have taken a passion for dress,--natural to +eighteen. I like everything I do, and every one about me. I am over +head and ears in love with Fanny Trevanion, who breaks my heart, +nevertheless; for she flirts with two peers, a life-guardsman, three old +members of Parliament, Sir Sedley Beaudesert, one ambassador and all his +attaches and positively (the audacious minx!) with a bishop, in full wig +and apron, who, people say, means to marry again. + +Pisistratus has lost color and flesh. His mother says he is very much +improved,--that he takes to be the natural effect produced by Stultz and +Hoby. Uncle Jack says he is "fined down." His father looks at him and +writes to Trevanion,-- + + "Dear T.--I refused a salary for my son. Give him a horse, and two + hours a day to ride it. Yours, A. C." + +The next day I am master of a pretty bay mare, and riding by the side of +Fanny Trevanion. Alas! alas! + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + + +I have not mentioned my Uncle Roland. He is gone--abroad--to fetch his +daughter. He has stayed longer than was expected. Does he seek his son +still,--there as here? My father has finished the first portion of his +work, in two great volumes. Uncle Jack, who for some time has been +looking melancholy, and who now seldom stirs out, except on Sundays (on +which clays we all meet at my father's and dine together),--Uncle Jack, +I say, has undertaken to sell it. + +"Don't be over-sanguine," says Uncle Jack, as he locks up the MS. in +two red boxes with a slit in the lids, which belonged to one of the +defunct companies. "Don't be over-sanguine as to the price. These +publishers never venture much on a first experiment. They must be +talked even into looking at the book." + +"Oh!" said my father, "if they will publish it at all, and at their own +risk, I should not stand out for any other terms. 'Nothing great,' said +Dryden, 'ever came from a venal pen!'" + +"An uncommonly foolish observation of Dryden's," returned Uncle Jack; +"he ought to have known better." + +"So he did," said I, "for he used his pen to fill his pockets, poor +man!" + +"But the pen was not venal, Master Anachronism," said my father. "A +baker is not to be called venal if he sells his loaves, he is venal if +he sells himself; Dryden only sold his loaves." + +"And we must sell yours," said Uncle Jack, emphatically. "A thousand +pounds a volume will be about the mark, eh?" + +"A thousand pounds a volume!" cried my father. "Gibbon, I fancy, did +not receive more." + +"Very likely; Gibbon had not an Uncle Jack to look after his interests," +said Mr. Tibbets, laughing, and rubbing those smooth hands of his. "No! +two thousand pounds the two volumes,--a sacrifice, but still I recommend +moderation." + +"I should be happy indeed if the book brought in anything," said my +father, evidently fascinated; "for that young gentleman is rather +expensive. And you, my dear Jack,--perhaps half the sum may be of use +to you!" + +"To me! my dear brother," cried Uncle Jack "to me! Why when my new +speculation has succeeded, I shall be a millionnaire!" + +"Have you a new speculation, uncle?" said I, anxiously. "What is it?" + +"Mum!" said my uncle, putting his finger to his lip, and looking all +round the room; "Mum! Mum!" + +Pisistratus.--"A Grand National Company for blowing up both Houses of +Parliament!" + +Mr. Caxton.---"Upon my life, I hope something newer than that; for they, +to judge by the newspapers, don't want brother Jack's assistance to blow +up each other!" + +Uncle Jack (mysteriously).--"Newspapers! you don't often read a +newspaper, Austin Caxton!" + +Mr. Caxton.--"Granted, John Tibbets!" + +Uncle Jack.--"But if my speculation make you read a newspaper every +day?" + +Mr. Caxton (astounded).--"Make me read a newspaper every day!" + +Uncle Jack (warming, and expanding his hands to the fire).--"As big as +the 'Times'!" + +Mr. Caxton (uneasily).--"Jack, you alarm me!" + +Uncle Jack.--"And make you write in it too,--a leader!" + +Mr. Caxton, pushing back his chair, seizes the only weapon at his +command, and hurls at Uncle Jack a great sentence of Greek,-- +". . . a quotation in Greek . . ." (1) + +Uncle Jack (nothing daunted).--"Ay, and put as much Greek as you like +into it!" + +Mr. Caxton (relieved and softening). "My dear Jack, you are a great man; +let us hear you!" + +Then Uncle Jack began. Now, perhaps my readers may have remarked that +this illustrious speculator was really fortunate in his ideas. His +speculations in themselves always had something sound in the kernel, +considering how barren they were in the fruit; and this it was that made +him so dangerous. The idea Uncle Jack had now got hold of will, I am +convinced, make a man's fortune one of these days; and I relate it with +a sigh, in thinking how much has gone out of the family. Know, then, it +was nothing less than setting up a daily paper, on the plan of the +"Times," but devoted entirely to Art, Literature, and Science,--Mental +Progress, in short; I say on the plan of the "Times," for it was to +imitate the mighty machinery of that diurnal illuminator. It was to be +the Literary Salmoneus of the Political Jupiter, and rattle its thunder +over the bridge of knowledge. It was to have correspondents in all +parts of the globe; everything that related to the chronicle of the +mind, from the labor of the missionary in the South Sea Islands, or the +research of a traveller in pursuit of that mirage called Timbuctoo, to +the last new novel at Paris, or the last great emendation of a Greek +particle at a German university, was to find a place in this focus of +light. It was to amuse, to instruct, to interest,--there was nothing it +was not to do. Not a man in the whole reading public, not only of the +three kingdoms, not only of the British empire, but under the cope of +heaven, that it was not to touch somewhere, in head, in heart, or in +pocket. The most crotchety member of the intellectual community might +find his own hobby in those stables. + +"Think," cried Uncle Jack,--"think of the march of mind; think of the +passion for cheap knowledge; think how little quarterly, monthly, weekly +journals can keep pace with the main wants of the age! As well have a +weekly journal on politics as a weekly journal on all the matters still +more interesting than politics to the mass of the public. My 'Literary +Times' once started, people will wonder how they had ever lived without +it! Sir, they have not lived without it,--they have vegetated; they +have lived in holes and caves, like the Troggledikes." + +"Troglodytes," said my father, mildly,--"from trogle, `a cave,' and +dumi, 'to go under.' They lived in Ethiopia, and had their wives in +common." + +"As to the last point, I don't say that the public, poor creatures, are +as bad as that," said Uncle Jack, candidly; "but no simile holds good in +all its points. And the public are no less Troggledummies, or whatever +you call them, compared with what they will be when living under the +full light of my 'Literary Times.' Sir, it will be a revolution in the +world. It will bring literature out of the clouds into the parlor, the +cottage, the kitchen. The idlest dandy, the finest fine lady, will find +something to her taste; the busiest man of the mart and counter will +find some acquisition to his practical knowledge. The practical man +will see the progress of divinity, medicine, nay, even law. Sir, the +Indian will read me under the banyan; I shall be in the seraglios of the +East; and over my sheets the American Indian will smoke the calumet of +peace. We shall reduce politics to its proper level in the affairs of +life; raise literature to its due place in the thoughts and business of +men. It is a grand thought, and my heart swells with pride while I +contemplate it!" + +"My dear Jack," said my father, seriously, and rising with emotion, "it +is a grand thought, and I honor you for it. You are quite right,--it +would be a revolution! It would educate mankind insensibly. Upon my +life, I should be proud to write a leader, or a paragraph. Jack, you +will immortalize yourself!" + +"I believe I shall," said Uncle Jack, modestly; "but I have not said a +word yet on the greatest attraction of all." + +"Ah! and that?" + +"The Advertisements!" cried my uncle, spreading his hands, with all the +fingers at angles, like the threads of a spider's wed. "The +advertisements--oh, think of them!--a perfect El Dorado. The +advertisements, sir, on the most moderate calculation, will bring us in +L50,000 a year. My dear Pisistratus, I shall never marry; you are my +heir. Embrace me!" + +So saying, my Uncle Jack threw himself upon me, and squeezed out of +breath the prudential demur that was rising to my lips. + +My poor mother, between laughing and sobbing, faltered out: + +"And it is my brother who will pay back to his son all--all he gave up +for me!" + +While my father walked to and fro the room, more excited than ever I saw +him before, muttering, "A sad, useless dog I have been hitherto! I +should like to serve the world! I should indeed!" + +Uncle Jack had fairly done it this time. He had found out the only bait +in the world to catch so shy a carp as my father,--haaret letalis +arundo. I saw that the deadly hook was within an inch of my father's +nose, and that he was gazing at it with a fixed determination to +swallow. + +But if it amused my father? Boy that I was, I saw no further. I must +own I myself was dazzled, and, perhaps with childlike malice, delighted +at the perturbation of my betters. The young carp was pleased to see +the waters so playfully in movement when the old carp waved his tail and +swayed himself on his fins. + +"Mum!" said Uncle Jack, releasing me; "not a word to Mr. Trevanion, to +any one." + +"But why?" + +"Why? God bless my soul. Why? If my scheme gets wind, do you suppose +some one will not clap on sail to be before me? You frighten me out of +my senses. Promise me faithfully to be silent as the grave." + +"I should like to hear Trevanion's opinion too." + +"As well hear the town-crier! Sir, I have trusted to your honor. Sir, +at the domestic hearth all secrets are sacred. Sir, I--" + +"My dear Uncle Jack, you have said quite enough. Not a word will I +breathe!" + +"I'm sure you may trust him, Jack," said my mother. + +"And I do trust him,--with wealth untold," replied my uncle. "May I ask +you for a little water--with a trifle of brandy in it--and a biscuit, or +indeed a sandwich. This talking makes me quite hungry." + +My eye fell upon Uncle Jack as he spoke. Poor Uncle Jack, he had grown +thin! + +(1) "Some were so barbarous as to eat their own species." The sentence +refers to the Scythians, and is in Strabo. I mention the authority, for +Strabo is not an author that any man engaged on a less work than the +"History of Human Error" is expected to have by heart. + + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CAXTONS, BY LYTTON, PART 6 *** + +********* This file should be named 7591.txt or 7591.zip ********** + +This eBook was produced by Pat Castevens +and David Widger + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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