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cellency's humour, and laughed at repent it. Fine young fellow like his jokes, longing to speak of the you throwing yourself away! Bebusiness which brought him thither, sides, I thought you were rather soft but not finding an opportunity, so about that girl Melhado's going to continuous was the flow of his Ex- marry-devilish delightful girl she cellency's conversation. At length is too splendid bust_cursed deal the great man looked at his watch, too good for that fellow ;—thought interrupted his discourse, and was you were a little moonish in that about to dismiss his young friend direction, which seemed a capital graciously, when Arthur besought thing, as it would keep you single. an extension of five minutes, saying I say, Brune, whoever it is, you that he had a favour to ask. haven't got anything to match old

“Well, my boy, what can I do for Arabin's daughter, I'll take my you ?” said his Excellency. "Name oath !" something in reason, and you may “Miss Arabin's," said Brune, command me.”

steadily, “is the other name which “I want a licence to marry," said I wish to be inserted in the licence." Arthur, firmly; "and I beg of your His Excellency looked hard at Excellency the favour that you will Arthur to examine whether his eye for a short time keep the granting showed symptoms of insanity; failit a profound secret."

ing to perceive which, and at the “Licence to marry !” repeated same time recollecting Arthur's dethe Governor in amazement. Why, mand of secrecy, the representative what the devil! Marry! Why, you of majesty began to perceive how can't be serious."

matters stood. Quite serious, sir,” Arthur said. “The devil it is !" then said the “Why, I really thought now you Governor. “May I ask what Mr were one of the fellows that will and Mrs Arabin and Mr Melhado take the places of us old cocks when say to the arrangement ?" we go our ways. I took you for a "I grieve to say, sir," answered soldier, every inch of you. Marry! Arthur, " that the marriage, if you By Jove !"

give me the means of effecting it, “I have not the least intention, will be clandestine." sir," said Arthur,“ of giving up “ After which will come duels, the service ; and if I know myself actions at law, courts-martial, and at all, I shall not be less worthy of I don't know what pleasures behis Majesty's commission after mar- side ?” said his Excellency, inquirriage than I am now."

ingly. Pooh, pooh !” said his Excel- "I think not, sir," replied Arthur. lency; "wait till you're a field- “I have weighed well the conseofficer at least. Marriage is a mis- quences of what I meditate.” take in a young officer ; fellow's “You think you can do it neatly?" never worth a farthing after. Takes asked the great man. all the dash out of him. And a “I have every hope of carrying married subaltern! damme, you out my design.” must be joking! Eh? Can't mean Here his Excellency was so overit. All humbug. Mustn't think of powered by his feelings, that after a such thing. Rather sign a death- suppressed chuckle or two he burst warrant for you!”

into a fit of hearty laughter, which Arthur made a suitable acknow- brought tears out of his eyes. ledgment for this mark of regard, Capital !” said his Excellency, but persisted that he was quite in when he regained command of his earnest, and had well considered voice ; "only do it well, and I'll the step he was about to take. forgive you for marrying.'

“Then I can only say I'm infer- Don't you," continued he again, nally sorry,” said the Governor. unable to control explosions of de“ Mark my words! You'll live to light—"don't you feel great remorse


at the trick you're going to play had travelled with him, his Excelthat excellent young man, Mel- lency graciously extended his inhado?"

vitation to that officer, who was "I do,” said Arthur; “I wish I somewhat embarrassed at receipt of could avoid it."

it, seeing that he had come over Whereupon his Excellency made unprovided with red jacket, a grotesque face, which said, as without which it was as bad taste plainly as a grimace could do, “I to appear at King's House, as for a see you're a wag as well as a sly Jew to go to a marriage without a dog ; but I have some fun in me wedding garment. The difficulty too, and we understand each other,' was eventually got over; but as and then he pursued his remarks Tom was both tall and stout, there with intervals of laughter.

was some trouble in fitting him. “By -, it'll set the whole They applied at last to a captain island by the ears. Why, what an of the St Jago Militia, who was audacious young scamp you are, sufficiently stout, but who being of eh! Arabin won't have botó small stature, Thomas presented throw to a goose for the next himself at the viceregal board twelvemonth; and as for Melhado, with six inches of ragged shirt oh, 'pon my soul, it's too bad. visible round his waist. The hiatus Well, she ought to marry a red- did not spoil his dinner, and his coat, I'll be

if she oughtn't ; Excellency was so delighted with 'twould be a slur upon the cloth to the coming elopement that there let a civilian have her. But the was little ceremony.

It would sell it'll be for them is best of all. have given us great pleasure to Oh, by Jove, it's capital ! ”

repeat some very excellent anecIn fine, so great was the Gover- dotes and jeux d'esprit to which the nor's glee that he promised to have Governor gave voice on this occathe necessary parchment prepared sion ; but we have so altered in that evening with great secrecy, only a quarter of an age, that the and desired Arthur to dine at the conversation of men who enjoyed King's House that he might re- fame and rank, and who were of ceive it. And Arthur having inci- mature age at that time, is objecdentally mentioned that Gervaise tionable in the present day.


It is common to complain of the sadder force than usual to that going want of personal individuality in down of the sun at noon, which is this age of much action and many so usual among artists and men of achievements. The picturesque of genius. After the lapse of years man and man is bewailed every- he has found a biographer in the where as all but lost in the height person of a fellow-craftsman—not of of civilisation, instruction, and uni- genius, so far at least as literature is versal refinement to which we have concerned ; and in a volume partly attained. In classes, in masses, architectural and partly Catholic, in nations-grandly, yet with an not specially adapted to the general abstract blank which touches no reader in either point of view, all heart, the story of modern life has the dim portrait that appears posto be written. We say so calmly, sible of this singular man is now as a received truth; and without an given to the world. Notwithinterval, in absolute contradiction standing the increase of even techof what we have just said, put down nical knowledge, it is possible that upon paper such a name as that there may be people to whom crockwhich heads this page—a name repre

ets and finials are unintelligible, senting one of the most remarkable who yet would receive with interest and characteristic figures which Art what can be learned of an extremely has ever added to the notable per characteristic and remarkable persons of the world ; and introducing son, a man who swept through life into the common level of social life with the motion of a torrent, and an individuality as rampant and who worked and talked and acted untamed, as distinct from every and suffered, during his forty years other thing and person round it, as of existence, as much or more than if its possessor had inhabited a most men could in a hundred. On the pristine forest or a mediæval feudal tame blood and unexcited pulses of castle. Such is the way in which the general spectator, thespectacle of special facts contradict the ordinary such a life will probably have an effect conception which, only half seeing something akin, to what must have them the while, we form of the been the impression made on the times in which we ourselves are commonplace Roman of old by the living. Perhaps when the age is sight of the gladiator's agonies. It over, and orbs into its perfect sphere, is not the vulgar pangs, and blood, these exceptional facts may bulk of the arena which make that fierce large enough to impress upon the pleasure attractive; it is the sight gaze of our great-grandchildren, not of the grand critical moment of life in subordination to the mechanical violently exaggerated, yet still huprogress we ourselves are so con- man, enacted before those who, in scious of, the well-developed out their tame fashions, shall somehow line of a generation of men.

go through the same dully, without The architect Pugin, known by cheer of spectators or heroic imname to many, and well known to pulse, but with a certainty as irrethose whose knowledge is fame,. vocable and absolute. How a man died nearly ten years ago, at the can dare and undergo everything height of his reputation and in the from which flesh and blood shrink prime of his life, but amid disas- —how, safe one's self, one can see trous circumstances, which gave a that tragedy, with all its thrilling

Recollections of A. N. Welby Pugin, and of his father, Augustus Pugin ; with Notices of their Works. By BENJAMIN FERREY, Architect, F.R.I.B.A. With an Appendix by E. SHERIDAN PURCELL, Esq. Stanford, Charing Cross. 1861.

accompaniments of pity and terror, to youth has been found to be but has always been a sight inexpressi- a beginning, on the other side of bly attractive to the primitive mind that rose-coloured line; and now Except in the case of the most no termination is possible but that highly-gifted actors, the stage itself inevitable end of the chapter which does not supply this savage require- puts its Amen upon all human ment of nature : and now that life works and ways. Thither with a and death are no longer made the thrill of fellow-feeling we turn our subjects of actual sport, it is only middle-aged and sober eyes. Noliterature that can provide this thing in art or nature is so touchnecessary stimulus and excitation. ing and close to our hearts as that There are lives, written and un- real man, marching steadily or unwritten, in which the visible agony steadily, as we are doing, through goes on before us under conditions his tedious campaigns—drawing up, so touching and splendid, as to make unprepared or prepared, for his inus all spectators at a martyrdom. evitable battles-going on painfully There are other lives in which, with after they are over-daunted or uninterest almost as tragical, it is the daunted, as the case may be—and gladiator only, whom, with a shiver- drawing near, as we also shall draw ing sense of human sympathy, yet near, to the thin-worn edge of life, serenity, we survey at our leisure from which perhaps he may send back in his passion and death-struggle. some message of cheer to us against Both are among the most profoundly our own journey thitherward. With interesting of human sights; and so distinct a place and so large an it is to something between the two audience, nothing is more strange

- not to the sacred drama of a than the singular inattention to any saint's tragedy, though religion is art in it with which this work of deeply involved in the story; nor biography is carried out. A relato the vulgar legend of a gladiator's tive who knows the bare facts of a sufferings, though passion and ac- man's existence, but who, by mere tion of the rudest primitive descrip- disability of nature, can never get far tion are in the tale—that we invite enough off from him to see his figure our readers now.

rounded full against the surrounding It is not difficult to understand world, is calmly identified as the how biography becomes the favour- “natural” author of the portrait, ite study of middle age. Fiction, whether or not he is able to draw a to which the modesty of nature single line of it; or failing a relative, puts a hundred impalpable limits, a professional friend, a man of simiwhich it must not transgress under lar pursuits,—any one who has sufhazard of forfeiting all its influence, ficient command of the facts, falls is emphatically for youth. Most into the vacant position. This sopeople lose the faculty of reading lemn tragic muse of real life—this novels and relishing poetry in the teacher from whose hands we are middle of their days. Yet the per- all more or less prepared and conennial necessity of beholding how tent to take lessons—comes stumother human creatures bear their bling upon her platform, with untrials and overcome their difficul- certain utterance and unaccustomed ties does not on that account for- voice, not much aware of her story sake the hard-working man. It is in her own person, and still less here that this art of portraiture, able to communicate it to others. little studied, but much practised, This is an equal mistake and incomes in with an influence perhaps jury to a very important branch greater than that of any other spe- of literature, and prepares a series cies of literature. It is a perennial of perpetual disappointments for tragedy to which, in the heat and a large and most influential class burden of the day, our eyes turn of readers. The slight and iminvoluntarily. The termination dear perfect biography at present in our hands would be unfairly made the world. Such was not his purthe subject of any general stric- pose nor special desire_his aim was tures; for its pretensions are small, to trace the career of an eminent and its execution sufficiently honest and somewhat eccentric architect, But while. it is certain that we do very odd in many of his ways, and not trust to the efforts of amateurs, concerning whom everybody had or the loving recollections of kin- some stories to tell, and its effect dred, for our portraits of eminent upon their common craft; to note men, it is surely a great piece of the churches he built, the houses folly to confide the fuller and larger he designed, the manner in which picture of themselves and their he sometimes treated his patronslives to untrained and unfit hands. all those minutiæ of the profession There are men who devote them- which exist and are interesting in selves, with the severest study and every trade from the highest to the labour, to the elucidation of history; lowest. The immediate stimulus to there are poets who live in exclu- the production of the book seems sive devotion to that great use of to have been a generous attempt genius; and these are the historians now going on to raise a memorial and the poets who enlighten the to Pugin, in the very becoming form annals of our history and glorify of a travelling Scholarship of Art. our national life. Philosophers train The attempt is still in progress, and themselves to an utterance big promises to be successful. For the enough for their thoughts ; even promotion of this virtuous end, and novelists give themselves up to the the satisfaction of professional curequirements of their craft. But all riosity, Mr Ferrey's Recollections of the world is agreed that, to write a Pugin have been put together; and man's life, all that is necessary is the book will no doubt fully answer to have been that man's son or its intention, and carry out the purnephew, friend or professional col- pose of its writer. But through the laborateur, and to know the facts. dim architectural lantern herein held Biography is no art, but an acci- forth, there gleam such glimpses of dent. You put in for an individual a passionate human soul, hard drihistory, and you may get an essay, ven, but never overmastered till the pointed with bits of personal de- end of its career, that we cannot retail, or the broken scraps of a frain from attempting to elucidate journal, or anything else like or a little more clearly this Agonistes' unlike what you aimed at. Such life, contending for forty years with is the present theory of written a world of material difficulty, which memoirs; and nobody can be sur- it could and did overcome, and with prised that, in most instances, the a spiritual might which repulsed it life is not written, but taken—a hopelessly, and drove it to its rest well-intentioned manslaughter, not through the anguish of madness and to say culpable homicide.

premature death ;-a life not perfect, In the present instance the case nor entirely noble—a hasty, rude, is different. A professional sketch peremptory, unreasonable existence, made by a conscientious member of incapable of repose, in many respects an important and increasing profes- deficient, wanting in grace, gentlesion, these Recollections are a con- ness, and patience; but still, accordtribution to the recent history of ing to its arbitrary and impatient English architecture, and to the strain, a life worth noting - the gossip of a class, more than a se- passion and conflict of a full-bloodrious attempt to delineate a man. ed and genuine man, through a The “author of these pages," as the world of phantoms, and creatures architect-writer describes himself, half alive. has no vocation towards that kind For the information of such of of portrait - painting which would our readers as may barely know have made his hero visible before Pugin's name, let us briefly sketch,

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