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another story from the same Italian novelist this in your discourse, as modestly as becomes that supplied our last. Our author is Mas. my nothingness; and to add especially, that succio of Salerno, a novelist who disputes with the purse was found on the road from Milan, Bandello the rank next in popularity to Boc- lying, miraculously as it were, upon a sunny caccio. We have not the original by us, and bank, open to the view of all, under an olivemust be obliged to an English work for the tree, not far from a little fountain, the pleagroundwork of our story, as we have been to sant noise of which peradventure had invited Paynter's Palace of Pleasure for the one just the owner to sleep.” The good father, at related. But we take the liberty usual with hearing this detail, smiled at the anxious the repeaters of these stories; we retain the sincerity of the poor pilgrim, and, giving him incidents, but tell them in our own way, and the required absolution, promised to do his imagine what might happen in the intervals. utmost to bring forth the proprietor. In his

Iwo Neapolitan sharpers, having robbed a next sermon, he accordingly dwelt with such Genoese merchant of his purse, make the best eloquence on the opportunities thrown in the of their way to Sienna, where they arrive way of the rich who lose purses to behave during the preaching of St. Bernardin. One nobly, that his congregation several times half of them attends a sermon with an air of con- rose from their seats out of enthusiasm, and spicuous modesty and devotion, and afterwards longed for some convenient loss of property, waits upon the preacher, and addresses him that might enable them to show their disthus : “ Reverend father, you see before you interestedness. At the conclusion of it, howa man, poor indeed, but honest. I do not ever, a man stepped forward, and said, that mean to boast; God knows, I have no reason. anxious as he was to do justice to the finder Who upon earth has reason, unless it be one of the purse, which he knew to be his the who will be the last to boast, like yourself, moment he saw it (only he was loth to interholy father?". Here the saintly orator shook rupt the reverend father), he had claims upon his head. "I do not mean,” resumed the him at home, in the person of his wife and stranger, " to speak even of the reverend and thirteen children,-fourteen perhaps, he might illustrious Bernardin, but as of a man among now say,—which, to his great sorrow, premen. For my part, I am, as it were, a creep- vented him from giving the finder more than ing thing among them; and yet I am honest. a quarter of a piece; this however he offered If I have any virtue, it is that. I crawl right him with the less scruple, since he saw the onward in my path, looking neither to the seraphic disposition of the reverend preacher right nor to the left; and yet I have my and his congregation, who he had no doubt temptations. Reverend father, I have found would make ample amends for this involuntary this purse. I will not deny, that being often deficiency on the part of a poor family man, in want of the common necessaries of life, and the whole portion of whose wife and children having been obliged last night, in particular, might be said to be wrapped up in that purse. to sit down faint at the city gates, for want of His sleep under the olive-tree had been his my ordinary crust and onion, which I had last for these six nights (here the other man given to one (God help him) still worse off said, with a tremulous joy of acknowledgment, than myself, I did cast some looks—I did, I that it was indeed just six nights since he had say, just open the purse, and cast a wistful found it); and Heaven only knew when he eye at one of those shining pieces, that lay should have had another, if his children's one over the other inside, with something like bread, so to speak, had not been found again.” a wish that I could procure myself a meal With these words, the sharper (for such, of with it, unknown to the lawful proprietor. course, he was) presented the quarter of a But my conscience, thank Heaven, prevailed. piece to his companion, who made all but a I have to make two requests to you, reverend prostration for it; and hastened with the purse father. First, that you will absolve me for out of the church. The other man's circumthis my offence; and second, that you will stances were then inquired into, and as he be pleased to mention in one of your dis- was found to have almost as many children courses, that a poor sinner from Milan, on his as the purse-owner, and no possessions at all, road to hear them, has found a purse, and as he said, but his honesty,--all his children would willingly restore it to the right owner. being equally poor and pious,-a considerable I would fain give double the contents of it to subscription was raised for him ; so large find him out; but then, what can I do? All indeed, that on the appearance of a the wealth I have consists in my honesty. claimant next day, the pockets of the good Be pleased, most illustrious father, to mention people were found empty. This was no other

than the Genoese merchant, who having turned * In the original edition of the Indicator this article back on his road when he missed his purse, was divided into three numbers. Perhaps it would have been better had the division been retained; but per

did not stop till he came to Sienna, and heard plexities occur in hastily correcting a work for a new the news of the day before. Imagine the edition, which the reader will have the goodness to feelings of the deceived people! Saint Ber

nardin was convinced that the two cheats


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were devils in disguise. The resident canon posed to raise some money. Martin accordhad thought pretty nearly as much all along, ingly negotiated the business with a couple but had held his tongue, and now hoped it of rich Jews, who, for a deposit of two chests would be a lesson to people not to listen to full of spoil, which they were not to open for everybody who could talk, especially to the a year, on account of political circumstances, neglect of Saint Antonio's monastery. As to agreed to advance six hundred marks. “Well, the people themselves, they thought variously. then,” said Martin Anto ez, “ye see that the Most of them were mortified at having been night is advancing; the Cid is in haste, give cheated; and some swore they never would us the marks.” “This is not the way of busibe cheated again, let appearances be what ness,” said they; "we must take first, and they might. Others thought that this was a then give.” Martin accordingly goes with resolution somewhat equivocal, and more con- them to the Cid, who in the meantime has venient than happy. For our parts, we think filled a couple of heavy chests with sand. The the last were right: and this reminds us of a Cid smiled as they kissed his hand, and said, true English story, more good than striking, “Ye see I am going out of the land because which we heard a short while ago from a of the king's displeasure; but I shall leave friend. He knew a man of rugged manners, something with ye.” The Jews made a suitbut good heart (not that the two things, as a able answer, and were then desired to take lover of parentheses will say, are at all bound the chests; but, though strong men, they to go together), who had a wife somewhat could not raise them from the ground. This given to debating with hackney-coachmen, and put them in such spirits, that after telling out disputing acts of settlement respecting half- the six hundred marks (which Don Martin miles, and quarter-miles, and abominable addi- took without weighing), they offered the Cid tional sixpences. The good housewife was a present of a fine red skin; and upon Don lingering at the door, and exclaiming against Martin's suggesting that he thought his own one of these monstrous charioteers, whose services in the business merited a pair of hose, hoarse low voice was heard at intervals, full they consulted a minute with each other, in of lying protestations and bad weather, when order to do everything judiciously, and then the husband called out from a back-room, gave bim money enough to buy, not only the “Never mind there, never mind :-let her be hose, but a rich doublet and good cloak into cheated ; let her be cheated.”

the bargain*. This is a digression; but it is as well to The regular sharping rogues, however, that introduce it, in order to take away a certain abound in Spanish books of adventure, have bitterness out of the mouth of the other's one species of romance about them of a very moral.

peculiar nature. It may be called, we fear, We now come to a very unromantic set of as far as Spain is concerned, a “romance of rogues; the Spanish ones. In a poetical sense, real life." We allude to the absolute want at least, they are unromantic; though doubt- and hunger which is so often the original of less the mountains of Spain have seen as their sin. A vein of this craving nature runs picturesque vagabonds in their time as any. throughout most of the Spanish novels. In There are the robbers in Gil Blas, who have, other countries theft is generally represented at least, a respectable cavern, and loads of as the result of an abuse of plenty, or of some polite superfluities. Who can forget the lofty- other kind of profligacy, or absolute ruin. But named Captain Rolando, with his sturdy height it seems to be an understood thing, that to be and his whiskers, showing with a lighted torch poor in Spain is to be in want of the comhis treasure the timid stripling, Gil Blas? monest necessaries of life. If a poor man, here The most illustrious theft in Spanish story is and there, happens not to be in so destitute one recorded of no less a person than the fine a state as the rest, he thinks himself bound old national hero, the Cid. As the sufferers to maintain the popular character for an appewere Jews, it might be thought that his con- tite, and manifests the most prodigious sense science would not have hurt him in those of punctuality and anticipation in all matters days; but “My Cid” was a kind of early relating to meals. Who ever thinks of Sancho, soldier in behalf of sentiment; and though he and does not think of ten minutes before went to work roughly, he meant nobly and luncheon! Don Quixote, on the other hand, kindly. “God knows,” said he, on the present counts it ungenteel and undignified to be occasion, “I do this thing more of necessity hungry. The cheat who flatters Gil Blas than of wilfulness; but by God's help I shall redeem all.” The case was this. The Cid,

* See Mr. Southey's excellent compilation entitled The

Chronicles of the Cid, book iii. sec. 21. who was too good a subject to please his end of the book, attributed to Mr. Hookham Frore, of a master, the king, had quarrelled with him, or passage out of the Puema del Cid, is the most native and rather, had been banished; and nobody was

terse bit of translation we ever met with. It rides along.

like the Cid himself on horseback, with an infinito mixto give him house-room or food. A number

ture of ardour and self-possession; bending, when it of friends, however, followed him; and by the

chooses, with grace, or bearing down everything with help of his nephew, Martin Antolinez, he pro- mastery.

The version at the * The reader is to understand a common southern wine, with great tact and spirit, we know not by

reckons himself entitled to be insultingly tri- whom, but it is worthy of De Foe. Lazarillo umphant, merely because he has got a dinner is supposed to tell his adventures himself. out of him.

“ “ You won't accuse me any more, I hope,' Of all these ingenious children of necessity, cried I, of drinking your wine *, after all the whose roguery has been sharpened by per- fine precautions you have taken to prevent it?' petual want, no wit was surely ever kept To that he said not a word; but feeling all at so subtle and fierce an edge as that of about the pot, he at last unluckily discovered the never-to-be-decently-treated Lazarillo de the hole, which dissembling at that time, he Tormes. If we ourselves had not been at a let me alone till next day at dinner. Not sort of monastic school, and known the beati- dreaming, my reader must know, of the old tude of dry bread and a draught of spring- man's malicious stratagem, but getting in water, his history would seem to inforın us, between his legs, according to my wonted for the first time, what hunger was.

His cun

custom, and receiving into my mouth the ning so truly keeps pace with it, that he seems distilling dew, and pleasing myself with the recompensed for the wants of his stomach by success of my own ingenuity, my eyes upward, the abundant energies of his head. One-half but half shut, the furious tyrant, taking up of his imagination is made up of dry bread the sueet, but hard pot, with both his hands, flung and scraps, and the other of meditating how it down again with all his force upon my face; to get at them. Every thought of his mind with the violence of which blow, imagining and every feeling of his affection coalesces the house had fallen upon my head, I lay and tends to one point with a ventripetal sprawling without any sentiment or judgment; force. It was said of a contriving lady, that my forehead, nose, and mouth, gushing out of she took her very tea by stratagem. Lazarillo blood, and the latter full of broken teeth, and is not so lucky. It is enough for him, if by a broken pieces of the can. From that time train of the most ingenious contrivances, he forward, I ever abominated the monstrous old can lay successful siege to a crust. To rout churl, and in spite of all his flattering stories, some broken victuals; to circumvent an onion could easily observe how my punishment or so, extraordinary, is the utmost aim of his tickled the old rogue's fancy. He washed my ambition. An ox-foot is his beau ideal. He sores with wine; and with a smile, “What has as intense and circuitous a sense of a sayest thou,' quoth he, 'Lazarillo? the thing piece of cheese, as a mouse at a trap. He that hurt thee, now restores thee to health. swallows surreptitious crumbs with as much Courage, my boy' But all his raillery could zest as a young servant-girl does a plate of not make me change my mind.” preserves. But to his story. He first serves At another time, a countryman giving them a blind beggar, with whom he lives miserably, a cluster of grapes, the old man, says Lazaexcept when he commits thefts, which subject rillo, “would needs take that opportunity to him to miserable beatings. He next lives show me a little kindness, after he had been with a priest, and finds his condition worse. chiding and beating me the whole day before. His third era of esuriency takes place in the So setting ourselves down by a hedge, ‘Come house of a Spanish gentleman; and here he is hither, Lazarillo,' quoth he, and let us enjoy worse off than ever. The reader wonders, as ourselves a little, and eat these raisins tohe himself did, how he can possibly ascend to gether; which that we may share like brothers, this climax of starvation. To overreach a do you take but one at a time, and be sure blind beggar might be thought easy. The not to cheat me, and I promise you, for my reader will judge by a specimen or two. The part, I shall take no more.' That I readily old fellow used to keep his mug of liquor agreed to, and so we began our banquet; but between his legs, that Lazarillo might not at the very second time he took a couple, touch it without his knowledge. He did, believing, I suppose, that I would do the same. however ; and the beggar discovering it, took | And finding he had shown me the way, I made to holding the mug in future by the handle. no scruple all the while to take two, three, or Lazarillo then contrives to suck some of the four at a time; sometimes more and sometimes liquor off with a reed, till the beggar defeats less, as conveniently I could. When we had this contrivance by keeping one hand upon done, the old man shook his head, and holdthe vessel's mouth. His antagonist upon this ing the stalk in his hand, 'Thou hast cheated makes a hole near the bottom of the mug, me, Lazarillo, quoth he, for I could take my filling it up with wax, and so tapping the can oath, that thou hast taken three at a time.'with as much gentleness as possible, whenever Who, I! I beg your pardon,' quoth I, 'my his thirst makes him bold. This stratagem conscience is as dear to me as another.'— threw the blind man into despair. He“ used 'Pass that jest upon another,' answered the to swear and domineer,” and wish both the old fox, 'you saw me take two at a time withpot and its contents at the devil. The follow- out complaining of it, and therefore you took ing account of the result is a specimen of the three. At that I could hardly forbear laughEnglish translation of the work, which is done

very cheap.

ing; and at the same time admired the just- thing), now employs the same luiding place for ness of his reasoning." Lazarillo at length his key; but whistling through it unfortuquitted the service of the old hard-hearted nately one night, as he lay breathing hard in miser, and revenged himself upon him at the his sleep, the priest concludes he has cauglit same time, in a very summary manner. They the serpent, and going to Lazarillo's bed with were returning home one day on account of a broomstick, gives him at a venture such a bad weather, when they had to cross a kennel tremendous blow on the head, as half murders which the rain had swelled to a little torrent. him. The key is then discovered, and the The beggar was about to jump over it as well poor fellow turned out of doors. as he could, when Lazarillo persuaded him to He is now hired by a lofty-looking hidalgo ; go a little lower down the stream, because and follows him home, eating a thousand good there was a better crossing; that is, there was things by anticipation. They pass through a stone pillar on the other side, against which the markets however to no purpose. The he knew the blind old fellow would nearly squire first goes to church too, and spends an dash bis brains out. “Ile was mightily pleased unconscionable time at mass. At length they with my advice. "Thou art in the right on it, arrive at a dreary, ominous-looking house, and good boy,' quoth he, and I love thee with all ascend into a decent apartment, where the my heart, Lazarillo. Lead me to the place squire, after shaking his cloak, and blowing thou speakest of; the water is very dangerous off the dust from a stone seat, lays it neatly in winter, and especially to have one's feet down, and so makes a cushion of it to sit wet.' And again—' Be sure to set me in the upon. There is no other furniture in the right place, Lazarillo,' quoth he; "and then room, nor even in the neiglibouring rooms, do thou go over first.' I obeyed his orders, except a bed “composed of the anatomy of an and set him exactly before the pillar, and so old hamper.” The truth is, the squire is as leaping over, posted myself behind it, looking poor as Lazarillo, only too proud to own it; upon him as a man would do upon a mad bull. and so he starves both himself and his servant

Now your jump,' quoth I ; ‘and you may get at home, and then issues gallantly forth of a over to rights, without ever touching the morning, with his Toledo by his side, and a water.' I had scarce done speaking, when countenance of stately satisfaction; returning the old man, like a ram that's fighting, ran home every day about noon with “ a starched three steps backwards, to take his start with body, reaching out his neck like a greyhound." the greater vigour, and so his head came with Lazarillo had not been a day in the house, a vengeance against the stone pillar, which before he found out how matters went. He made him fall back into the kennel half dead." was beginning, in his despair of a dinner, to Lazarillo stops a inoment to triumph over him eat some scraps of bread which had been with insulting language; and then, says he, given him in the morning, when the squire “resigning my blind, bruised, wet, old, cross, observing him, asked what he was about. cunning master to the care of the mob that “ Cume hither, boy," said he, “what's that was gathered about him, I made the best of thou art eating?”—“I went,” says Lazarillo, my heels, without ever looking about, till I “and showed him three pieces of bread, of had got the town-gate upon my back; and which taking away the best, ‘Upon my faith, thence marching on a merry pace, I arrived quoth he, 'this bread seems to be very good.' before night at Torrigo.”

_"'Tis too stale and hard, Sir,' said I, to be At the house of the priest, poor Lazarillo good.—ʻI swear 'tis very good,' said the squire; gets worse off than before, and is obliged to “Who gave it thee? Were their hands clean resort to the most extraordinary shifts to that gave it thee?'- I took it without asking arrive at a morsel of bread. At one time, he any questions, Sir,' answered I, 'and you see gets a key of a tinker, and opening the old I eat it as freely.'-— Pray God it may be so,' trunk in which the miser kept his bread (a answered the miserable squire; and so putting sight, he says, like the opening of heaven), he the bread to his mouth, he eat it with no less takes small pieces out of three or four, in appetite than I did mine; adding to every imitation of a mouse; which so convinces the mouthful, ‘Gadzooks, this bread is excelold hunks that the mice and rats have been at lent.'" them, that he is more liberal of the bread than Lazarillo in short here finds the bare table usual. He lets him have in particular “the so completely turned upon him, that he is parings above the parts where he thought the forced to become provider for his master as mice had been.” Another of his contrivances well as himself; which he does by fairly going is to palm off his pickings upon a serpent, out every day and begging ; the poor squire with which animal a neighbour told the priest winking at the indignity, though not without that his house had been once haunted. Laza- a hint at keeping the connexion secret. The rillo, who had been used when he lived with following extract shall be our climax, which the beggar to husband pieces of money in his it may well be, the hunger having thus mouth (substituting some lesser coin in the ascended into the ribs of Spanish aristocracy; blind man's hand, when people gave him any | Lazarillo, one lucky day, has an ox-foot and


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some tripe given him by a butcher-woman. civilly invited me to do the like ; and thus On coming home with his treasure, he finds ended our feast." the hidalgo impatiently walking up and down, We hope the reader is as much amused with and fears he shall have a scolding for staying this prolongation of the subject as ourselves, so long ; but the squire merely asks where he for we are led on insensibly by these amusing has been, and receives the account with an thieves, and find we have more to write upon irrepressible air of delight. “I sate down," them, before we have done. We must give says Lazarillo, upon the end of the stone another specimen or two of the sharping seat, and began to eat that he might fancy i Spaniard, out of Quevedo. The Adrentures, was feasting; and observed, without seeming by the way, of Lazarillo de Tormes, were to take notice, that his eye was fixed upon my written in the sixteenth century by a Spanish skirt, which was all the plate and table that I gentleman, apparently of illustrious family, had.

Don Diego de Mendoza, who was sometime Jay God pity me as I had compassion on that ambassador at Venice. This renders the por equire : daily experience made me sensible story of the hidalgo still more curious. Not of bis trouble. I did not know whether I that the author perhaps ever felt the proud should invite him, for since he had told me he | but condescending pangs which he describes; had dined, I thought he would make a point this is not necessary for a man of imagination. of honour to refuse to eat ; but in short, being He merely meant to give a hint to the poorer very desirous to supply his necessity, as I had gentry not to overdo the matter on the side of done the day before, and which I was then loftiness, for their own sakes; and hunger, much better in a condition to do, having already whether among the proud or the humble, was sufficiently stuffed my own guts, it was not too national a thing not to be entered into by long before an opportunity fairly offered itself; his statistic apprehension. for he taking occasion to come near me in his The most popular work connected with walks, * Lazarillo,' quoth he (as soon as he sharping adventures is Gil Blas, which, though observed me begin to eat), 'I never saw any.

known to us as a French production, seems body eat so handsomely as thee; a body can unquestionably to have originated in the scarce see thee fall to work without desiring country where the scene is laid. It is a work to bear thee company ; let their stomachs be exquisitely easy and true ; but somehow we never so full, or their mouth be never so much have no fancy for the knaves in it. They out of taste? Faith, thought I to myself, with are of too smooth, sneaking, and safe a cast. such an empty belly as yours, my own mouth | They neither bespeak one's sympathy by would water at a great deal less.

necessity, nor one's admiration by daring. “But finding he was come where I wished We except, of course, the robbers beforehim : “Sir,' said 1, "good stuff makes a good mentioned, who are a picturesque patch in workman. This is admirable bread, and here's the world, like a piece of rough poetry. an ox-foot so nicely dressed and so well-season- Of the illustrious Guzman d'Alfarache, the ed, that anybody would delight to taste of it.' most popular book of the kind, we believe, in

** How !' cried the squire, interrupting me, Spain, and admired, we know, in this country 'an ox-foot ??— Yes, sir,' said I, an ox-foot.' | by some excellent judges, we cannot with

- Ah! then,' quoth he, thou hast in my opinion propriety speak, for we have only read a few the delicatest bit in Spain ; there being neither pages at the beginning ; though we read those partridge, pheasant, nor any other thing that I twice over, at two different times, and each like nearly so well as that.

time with the same intention of going on. In “Will you please to try, sir?' said I (putting truth, as Guzman is called by way of emithe ox-foot in his hand, with two good morsels nence the Spanish Rogue, we must say for of bread); when you have tasted it, you will him, as far as our slight acquaintance warbe convinced that it is treat for a king, 'tis rants it, that he is also “as tedious as a king.” so well dressed and seasoned.'

They say, however, he has excellent stuff in “Upon that, sitting down by my side, he

him. began to eat, or rather to devour, what I had We can speak as little of Marcos de Obregon, given him, so that the bones could hardly of which a translation appeared a little while escape. 'Oh! the excellent bit,' did he cry, ago. We have read it, and, if we remember that this would be with a little garlic !' Ha! rightly, were pleased ; but want of memory thought I to myself, how hastily thou eatest on these occasions is not a good symptom. it without sauce. "Gad,' said the squire, 'I Quevedo, no ordinary person, is very amusing. have eaten this as heartily as if I had not His Visions of Hell, in particular, though of tasted a bit of victuals to-day :' which I did a very different kind from Dante's, are more very readily believe,

edifying. But our business at present is with " He then called for the pitcher with the his Ilistory of Paul the Spanish Sharper, the water, which was as full as I had brought it Pattern of Rogues and Mirror of Vagabonds." home; so you may guess whether he had had We do not know that he deserves these any. When his squireship had drank, he appellations so much as some others ; but

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