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Moutonnet, more successful; he is dismissed, and Eugenie locked up in her chamber. The wedding-day approaches. "M. Dupont had already made his purchases. He had hought the wedding present, into which he insisted on thrusting some pacquets of Bayonne chocolate, and páté de guimauve. Eight days beforehand he ordered an entire suit of clothes for himself; he engaged his perruquier to invent something new for his head; he purchased some new trinkets for his watches, which, with the old ones, made such a noise, that he could be heard a hundred yards off, so that every one drew out of his way, thinking that it was a horse with bells. M. Dupont was enchanted at making such a sensation, and he smiled at all the world, and all the world smiled at him." He engages more rooms over the shop he occupies, to enlarge his apartment; and takes into his service Jeanneton, who has been dismissed by Madame Moutonnet, being suspected, with reason, of favouring the younger lover. Jeanneton has the address to persuade Dupont, that she has left her place for the sake of following her young mistress. At length, the wedding-day has positively come. "From five o'clock in the morning Dupont was beside himself; he had bathed and scrubbed himself nobly, and settled his head-dress. He walked up and down, from room to room, all about his lodging; he ran backwards and forwards between his shop and his looking-glass, now calling upon Jeanneton, now upon his shop-boys, to assist him at the one or the other; for the first time in his life, perhaps, he forgot the price of sugar and coffee. What with going and coming, and running about, the grocer managed to get over the time, till it became necessary for him to put on his new suit; black coat, waistcoat, and small clothes, white silk stockings and buckled shoes. Dupont spread them all out before him, and stood for an instant in admiration. Decidedly there is nothing wanting,' said he, applying himself to the duty of putting them on. The coat and waistcoat do very well, but the small-clothes are rather tight. Deuce!' said Dupont kicking to stretch them a bit, they pinch a little. My knees feel as if they were held in a vice! Certainly, they set all the better for it; not a fold; they fit like a glove!' The grocer calls Jeanneton and his apprentices. How am I?' Superb, sir.' And the cut?' 'Admirable.' You seem to have a little difficulty in walking, sir,' said Jeanneton. Ah! that is my smallclothes; but I hope they will be better when I have worn them a little; besides, I have no other black ones, and one can't be married in yellow small-clothes. But, they suit me, don't they?' Admirably, sir,' Well, I am ready. Let's be off-my gloves?-my hat?-nosegay?-Are the three glass coaches at the door?' "Yes, sir.' 'Have the coachmen nosegays?' 'Yes, sir.' That's right.' Do they give them to the horses.' Not commonly; but if you wish it, sir, some can be fastened to their ears.' 'Let 'em; it will be more handsome, more brilliant. Faith, one is not married every day, and I wish my marriage to be talked of-Joseph, run and buy some branches of orange flowers, and have them put to the horses' heads.' Yes, sir; and to their tails?' A bunch of amaranths to each tail. I like to do things in grand style.'
'One moment, gentlemen! What do you take me for,' cried Bidois, trying to seize the door; I am a citizen of Paris; I have engaged this coach, and I have paid for it, and it is mine; you cannot take it.' You see we can, for we are in it.' You must get out, gentlemen. Coachman explain it to the gentlemen.' The coachman, enchanted to have got another fare, contented himself with mounting his box without answering poor Bidois, who ran backwards and forwards from the coachman to the door. This old fool will stun us with his noise,' said one of the officers. Gentlemen, you must get out of my coach.' What, give up the coach to you? My fine fellow, if do I get out, it will be to crop your ears. Come, coachman, we are in a hurry, and can't stay listening to this drunken fellow!' All right, sir.' And the coachman applied the whip to his cattle. Bidois went and sat down on a post, viewing with an air of consternation, the coach which had taken his dollar, and left him in the middle of the street. At last he got home, and went to bed without a light, lest in getting one he should be stopped by Madame Moutonnet, still to do something
Adolphe and Eugenie bad sworn eternal fidelity. Their vows, however, did not preserve Adolphe (who is a sort of Tom Jones,) from the perseverance of a young dancer, nor Eugenie from maternal tyranny. One morning, Madame Moutonnet came into her daughter's room, and informed her that M. Dupont was to breakfast with them, desiring her to pay particular attention to her toilette. The foreboding girl dresses slowly, delaying as long as possible her appearance in the breakfastroom. At length she dares delay no longer. Her parents' and M. Dupont are already there. O Come in, my child,' said Madame Moutonnet, perceiving Eugenie trembling at the door; 'Come in. M. Dupont, go and give her your hand.' You are right, you are right,' said M. Dupont, leaping to Eugenie, "that is what I The was going to do, when I saw Mademoiselle.' grocer conducted Eugenie to a chair. She seated herself without saying a word; but the frequent swelling of her bosom shewed that she awaited with anxiety the result of this conference. Meantime her papa, who seemed to wish to say something, but did not dare to break into the conversation, contented himself with coughing in different tones, and taking frequent pinches of snuff. Breakfast is served. Then rain is talked of, then the fine weather, and then the trade of grocery; a part of the conversation in which Dupont makes a figure, taking occasion to make good use of brown sugar and pepper, and mixing it liberally with his discourse. At length Madame Moutonnet made a sign to her husband to keep silence, and addressed Eugenie: My child, you are now eighteen years of age, and your education is completed; you know the duties of a counter, and, thanks to my example, I think you understand the management of a home.' 'Yes, certainly,' said M. Moutonnet; 'she is quite able to manage'-Hush! silence, if you please Monsieur Moutonnet. I early inculcated in you principles of virtue and wisdom, which' -Madame,' said Bidois, (whose curiosity is excited by the appearance of mystery,) putting his head into the room, I cannot exactly make up M. Dupuis' account.' That will do, that will do, Bidois; we are busy; I will look at it by-and-bye.' 'Oh, very well.' Bidois went away against his will; but he had had time to see every body there, and that was something; upon these premises he could employ himself in making conjectures. In short, my child,' continued Madame Moutonnet, thanks to my care, you are in a condition to marry, and you will prove yourself worthy of your mother. Yes, my love, she will be worthy of you,' said M. Moutonnet; I always Will you be silent, Monsieur Moutonnet? will you let me speak? I never saw you so talkative!-Nevertheless, my child, we should not yet perhaps have thought of marrying you. Seeing your youth, we should doubtless have waited some years, if a brilliant and a solid offer had not been made for you." Dupont, finding that he was now brought upon the carpet, rocked and fidgetted himself on his chair, turned his eyes about after the most agreeable fashion he could, playing all the while with the chains and trinkets of his two watches. Yes, my child, a brilliant offer has been made for you. The person who seeks you in marriage has every right to your affections.' Here Dupont rose, and bowed to Madame Moutonnet. A man who joins to an agreeable exterior-(Dupont rises and bows)-those qualities which are essential to render a woman happy!(Another standing bow from Dupont)-A man of an age befitting a husband; a man who wishes to make you happy, who loves you tenderly; who is rich, very rich; and, what is more, economical, and perfectly versed in business.'-All this while Dupont does nothing but stand up and bow. A man, in short, in whom I know no defect.'-Here Dupont, sitting down too suddenly, rolled on to the floor. Bidois, hearing a noise, pretended that he thought he was called. He assisted the grocer to regain his seat; and the future bridegroom, to avoid the like accident, determined to hear Madame Moutonnet to an end, quietly on his chair. In fine, my child,' continued Madame Moutonnet, when the storm was over, in the portrait which I have drawn, I do not doubt you will recognise Monsieur Dupont, our sincere friend;-well, you are not deceived; it is he who has asked your hand, and it is he to whom we have determined to marry you.'" The result of this discourse is a fainting fit on the part of the poor girl, who endeavours to avert her calamity in vain. Nor is Adolphe, who makes a frantic appeal to Madame
Dupont is married to Eugenie. Meantime Adolphe has heard that his father is sick. He hastens to him, and finds him in a consumption. At length the disease approaches a crisis, and Adolphe watches over him with the tenderest care. One night M. Dalville, feeling easier, persuades his son to seek a few hours repose. Long watching and exhaustion threw Adolphe into a profound sleep, which lasted till late in the following day. What is his astonishment on waking to find his father's hand in his, but cold, and motionless. The father has come to die by his sleeping son. Having buried his father, he returns to Paris, where the news of Eugenie's marriage drives him to despair. Soon after, be hears news of an uncle who has died abroad, and left him a large fortune. In acts of benevolence, and new affections, be strives to forget his first love. Eugenie, though married to Dupont, and living in his house, insists upon being her own mistress, and, with Jeanneton's assistance, who had already procured her a separate apartment, manages to preserve her fidelity to Adolphe, till the unexpected sight of her early lover throws her into a dangerous illness. Dupont studies in vain to please her; and when at length her illness postpones his hopes sine die, he sets off on business to Marseilles. Eugenie recovers, and chances to see Adolphe escorting, with unequivocal assiduity, another lady, to whom in fact he was about to be married. This works such a change in her sentiments, that she writes a kind letter to call home her wellmeaning, though troublesome husband. 86 My wife! a letter from my wife cried the grocer, what can that mean? She must be at the point of death!' He reads, and his astonishment increases at every word. Hereafter you will find in me a submissive wife.'Good heaven! Is it possible! How reflecting! A "submissive wife!" Ah! it is absence that has done this. My wife adores me, now she sees me no longer. Poor little dear!--A submissive wife!' Dupont is intoxicated; he jumps up, and runs like a madman to his landlady, tells her to pack up, and then flies to the posthouse, where he arrives panting and blowing. Quick! quick!' cried he, I want some horses, a coach, postillions!''Where is the gentleman going? To Paris.' 'When does Monsieur wish to set ont.' 'Instantly; my wife is waiting for me. What is the quickest mode of travelling.' Faith, sir, going post is as quick as any." Post! Very good; I go post.' Will you take a chaise?'
'A chaise! two if it is necessary.' 'How many horses?' 'How many can you put to?' Two, three, or four, as you like.' 'I have five then; and you had better put them all one before the other, that they may run the faster.' "It would be impossible to drive them, sir.' Put them all abreast, then.' Why, sir, then we could not fasten them to the coach.' Well, put them how you like; I don't care how they go, provided they go like the wind.' Will you have two postillions?" Three, and a courier to go before. My wife is waiting for me, and I am in haste.' The chaise, postillions, courier, all come to the door. He jumps in. Such an extraordinary turn-out puzzles the neighbours. Is it a prince incognito? an ambassador? a general? or any other great man? Who is it, postillions?' They answer, It is a wholesale grocer going to his wife.' Dupont pays like a prince, and his courier announces his arrival at the inns with great importance. The innkeepers make great preparations. Fires crackle, spits turn, all the saucepans are on the stoves, and the scullions at their places; the servants hasten to prepare a room for the illustrious traveller. A man who has a courier does not dine at the common table, and, as he does not stop the night, they must repay themselves for it in the dinner-bill. The sound of horses and whips announces the arrival of the great man. The master, cap in hand, goes out to receive him. The maids adjust their dress, the ostlers quit their horses, the travellers fill the windows from the top to the bottom of the house, the peasants and idlers of the town flock about the gate. Dupont alights, and his unmajestic figure surprises the assembled gazers. He insists on taking a hasty snack in the outer room. If, my lor-Monsieuryour greatness, would go into the inner room, where there is a dinner laid out.' 'No occasion for so much trouble, my dear sir, I am very well here.' • Will Monsieur dine? Why, I am hungry. The coach has jolted me exceedingly, and that gives one an appetite. I think I should like a morsel of something.The dinner of Monsieur the traveller is prepared.' Ah! Parbleu? There is no occasion for this ceremony. Let me have a plate of potatoes and a bit of Gruyere cheese, with half a bottle of wine.' 'How, sir!" I ask you for a plate of potatoes, and some Gruyere, — but let it be good, for I understand it; if you have not not got any good, I can send you some famous cheese.'" At length the speed at which he travels, breaks down the coach. A bright idea strikes him. His courier is always in advance; therefore horseback is quicker travelling than riding in a coach. He buys his courier's horse, boots, spurs, and whip; and half citizen, half courier, pursues his uxorious race to Paris. He finds horseback not so easy as he took it to be, and can scarcely keep his seat. He soon loses a boot, then another, and at last poor Dupont and his horse jump down a quarry. This is a more tragical ending to the farce than the good-natured eccentric deserves. It serves, however, to free Eugenie, who is, a year after, united to Adolphe Dalville, whose half-and-half attentions had disgusted his other mistress so much, that he obtained the dismissal he had already wished. Madame Moutonnet is charmed at her daughter's marrying a man of fortune; and Bidois becomes his steward, and teaches his tenants arithmetic.
ROMANCE OF REAL LIFE.
IV. THE TRAGEDY OF GUERNSEY.
sent number, has not so fixed and intense an air wiht THE tragical history which we give in our preit as the two in our last, but it is so very dramatic, that if Fate could be supposed to have an eye to such results, we could fancy the circumstances to have taken place, purely in order that they might give a lesson from the stage. In truth, they have been dramatized more than once, and, we believe, more than once told otherwise; but the following is the best account of the story we have met with. It is (with little variation) by the same author as furnished us with the case of Mr. Barnard and the Duke of Marlborough. We shall speak of him by and bye; he was a sort of mystery himself.
John Andrew Gordier, a respectable and wealthy inhabitant of Jersey in the early part of the eighteenth century, had, for several years, paid his addresses to an accomplished and beautiful young woman, a native of the island of Guernsey; and having surmounted the usual difficulties and delays of love, which always increase the value of the object in pursuit, the happy day for leading his mistress to the altar at length was fixed. After giving the necessary orders for the reception of his intended wife, Gordier, at the time appointed, in full health and high spirits, sailed for Guernsey. The impatience of a lover on such a voyage need not be described; hours were years, and a narrow channel between the islands, ten thousand leagues. The land of promise at length appears, he leaps on the beach, and without waiting for refreshment, or his servant, whom he left with his baggage, sets out alone, and on foot, for the house he bad so often visited, which was only a few miles from the port. The servant, who soon followed, was surprized to find his master not arrived; repeated messengers were sent to search and enquire, in vain. Having waited in anxious expectation till midnight, the apprehensions of the lady and her family were proportionate to the urgency of their feelings, and the circumstance of the case.
The next morning, at break of day, the appearance of a near relation of the missing man, was not calcu
lated to diminisha their fears. With evident marks of while the injured family were sending for the officers
Se, November 1, 1736. distress, fatigue, and dejection, he came to inform them
justice, be confirmed all their suspicions by suicide, and Sir—My clerk being a very mean scribe, at his rethat he had passed the whole of the night in minutely by a violent-tempered letter of confession.
quest I now answer the several queries in your letter examining, and in every direction, the environs of the
directed to him. road by which Gordier generally passed. --- After days
My disorder was an acute fever, under which I of dreadful suspense, and nights of unavailing anxiety,
laboured for a month, attended with a delirium during the corpse of the unfortunate lover was at length dis.
ten days of the time, and originally contracted, as I covered in a cavity among the rocks, disfigured with
We add the following by way of farces after our
have good reason for thinking, by my walking four many wounds; but no circumstance occurred on which Tragedy.
miles in the middle of a very hot day in July. to ground suspicion, or, even to hazard conjecture He who has been balf his life (quoth our authority) the blessing of God, and the prescriptions of my son, a
“ From this complaint, I am perfectly recovered by against the perpetrator of so foula murder. The regrer
an attendant at levees, on the faith of an election proof both families for a good young man thus cut off in mise, a watering-place squeeze of the hand, or a race.
doctor of physic; and I have officiated both in the meridian of life and expectation, by a cruel assassins
church, and at funerals in the church-yard, which is was increased by the mystery and mode of his death ground oath ; or, he, who vegetating on a fellowship, about three hundred yards froin my house. The report The grief of the young lady not being of that specie, waiting, or watching, or wishing for, the death of a hale with vows long plighted to some much loved fair, is
of my relapse was probably occasioned by my having a which relieves itself by shew and exclamation, was, for rector, at fifty-four; may, perhaps, be interested or
slighi complaint about three weeks ago ; but which did that very reason, the more poignant and heartfelt; she amused by the following little narrative, the merry ca
not confine me. was never seen to shed a tear, but doubled the pity for tastrophe of which took place at the time recorded.
“As to the present state of my health, my appetite, her fate by an affecting patience. Her virtues and her The incumbent of a valuable living in a western county,
digestion, and sleep are good, and in some respects, beauty having attracted general admiration, the family had for some years awakened the hopes and excited the
better than before my illness, particularly the steadiness after a few years, was prevailed on to permit Mr. Galfears of the members of a certain college, in whom the
of my hands. I never use spectacles, and I thank God, liard, a merchant and native of the island, to become her suitor, hoping that a second lover might gradually already outlived two of his proposed successors. next presentation was vested; the old gentleman baving
I can read the smallest print by candle light; nor have
I ever had reason to think that the seeds of the gout,
The withdraw her attention from brooding in hopeless silence tranquil pleasures of the common room bad very lately
the rheumatism, or any chronic disease, are in my conover the catastrophe of her first. In submission to the been interrupted or animated by a well-authenticated
stitution. wishes of her parents but with repeated and energetic account of the worthy clergyman's being seized with a
Although I entered on my eighty-first year the declarations that she never would marry, Galliard was violent and dangerous disease, sufficient, without me.
second of last March, the greatest inconvenience I feel occasionally admitted ; but the unhappy lady, probably dical aid, to hurry him to his grave. The senior fellow,
from old age is a little defect in my hearing and mefrom thinking it not very delicate or feeling in relation of her murdered lover to address her, found it before declined an advantageous offer, was congratulated with all humility and gratitude to acknowledge; and I who, on the strength of his contingency, had only the day mory: These are mercies, which, as they render the
remaining dregs of life tolerably comfortable, I desire difficult to suppress a certain antipathy, which she felt
on the fairness of his prospects, and the after dinner heartily pray that they may descend, with all other whenever be approached. It was possible also, that,
conversation passed off without that uninteresting nonalthough hardly known to herself, she might have en. chalance for which it was generally remarkable.
blessings, to my successor, whenever it shall please tertained a worse suspicion. At all events, the singu.
God to call me.
I am, sir, your unknown bumble lar but well-authenticated circumstance of her antipathy quickly dispatched, the gentleman alluded to burried to
R— W-" was often remarked, long before the secret was re- his room; he ascended the stairs, tripped along the
--: your vealed; it was a more than mental aversion, and was
“P. S. My clerk's name is Robert Dgallery, and stirred his almost extinguished fire with said to bear a near resemblance to that tremulous hor- unusual alacrity; then drawing from his portfolio a
letter cost him four-pence, to the foot post who briugs it
from See.'' for and shivering, which seizes certain persons of keen letter to his mistress, which, for want of knowing exsensibility and delicate feelings at the sight of some actly what to say, bad been for several weeks unfinished,
Such an epistle, from so good and excellent a charac
ter, and under such circumstances, could not fail provenomous creature, abhorrent far their own pature and he filled the unoccupied space with renewed protesta ducing unpleasant sensations in the breast of the likeness. But such was the ardour of passion, or such tions of undiminished love; and he spoke with raptures the fascinating magic of her charms, repulse only in- (raptures rather assumed than actually felt, after a six
receiver, who was not without many good qualities, and, creased desire, and Galliard persisted in his unwelcome teen years' courtship) of the near approach of that time,
except in this one occasion (for which love and port visits. Sometimes he endeavoured to prevail on the when a competent independence would put it into his
must be his excuse) did not appear to be deficient unfortunate young woman to accept a present from his power to taste that first of earthly blessings, nuptial love,
in feeling and propriety of conduct. hands. Her friends remarked that he was particularly without the alloy of uncertain support. He concluded
The purpose of this article will be fully and effectu
ally answered, if fellows of colleges, and expectants of urgent to present her with a beautiful trinket, of expen- a letter, more agreeable to the lady than any she had
fat livings, valuable sinecures, and rich reversions, may sive workmanship and valuable materials, which she ever received from him, with delineating bis future pointedly refused, adding, that it would be worse than plans, and suggesting a few alterations in the parsonage
happily be taught to check the indecorous ardour of improper in her to encourage attentions and receive fa- house, which, though not a modern building, was sub
eager hope ; lest they meet with the rebuff given by an Fours from a man, who excited in her mind sensations stantial, and in excellent repair ; thanks to the con
old Nottinghamshire vicar, whose health was more far stranger than indifference, and whose offers no
robust, and manners less courteous than those of the scientious and scrupulous care of his predecessor, in a
Dorsetshire clergyman. motive of any kind could prevail on her to accept. particular, to which, he observed, so many of the clergy But Galliard, by the earnestness of his addresses, by were culpably inattentive.—The letter was sent to the
This testy old gentleman, after recovering from a short his assiduities, and by exciting pity, the common re- post, and after a third rubber at the warden's (who ob
illness, was exasperated by insidious, often repeated, source of the artful, had won over the mother of the served that he never saw Mr. * so facetious), a
and selfish inquiries after his health ; and in the heat of lady to second his wishes. In her desire to forward bis poached egg, and a rummer of bot punch, the happy irritation, ordered a placard with the following words, suit, she had taken an opportunity, during the night, to man retired to bed in the calm tranquillity of long de
to be affixed to the chapel door of the college, to which fix the trinket in question on to her daughter's watch layed hope, treading on the threshhold of immediate
the vicarage belonged :
“ To the Fellows of * College. chain, and forbade her, on pain of her displeasure, to gratification. remove this token of unaccepted affection. Patiently at first, and then impatiently, waited he
“Gentlemen,-In answer to the very civil and very The health of the lovely mourner suffered in the con- several posts, without receiving further intelligence, and
intelligible inquiries which you bave of late so assiduflict; and the mother of the murdered man, who had filled up the interval as well as he could in settling his ously made into the state of my health, I bare the ever regarded ber intended daughter-in-law with tend- accounts as bursar ;* getting in the few bills he owed, pleasure to inform you that I never was better in my
life; and as I bave made up my mind on the folly of erness and affection, crossed the sea which divided Jer- and revising his books; which, as the distance was Sey from Guernsey to visit her. The sight of one so considerable, he resolved to weed before he left the dying to please other people, I am resolved to live as
long as I am able for my own sake. To prevent your nearly related to her first, her only love, naturally called university. Considering bimself now as a married man, forth ten thousand melancholy ideas in her mind. She he thought it a piece of necessary attention to his wife, to
being at any unnecessary trouble and expense in future
on the subject, I have directed my apothecary to give seemed to take pleasure in recounting to the old lady, supply the place of the volumes he disposed of, by some many little incidents which lovers only consider as im- of the miscellaneous productions of modern literature,
you a line, in case tbere should be any probability of a portant. Mrs. Gordier was also fond of enquiring into more imniediately calculated for female perusal.
vacancy : and am, your humble servant, and listening to every minute particular, which related At the end of three weeks, a space of time, as long to the last interviews of her son with his mistress. as any man of common feelings could be expected to It was on one of these occasions that their couversa- abstain from enquiry ; after being repeatedly assured
A laughable story was circulated during the adminis
tration of the old duke of Newcastle, * and retailed to tion reverted, as usual, to the melancholy topic; and by his college associates that the incumbent must be
the public in various forms. This nobleman, with many the sad retrospect so powerfully affected the young lady, dead, but that the letter announcing it had miscarried, good points, and described by a popular contemporary
and being positively certain of it himself, he took pen in in convulsions on the floor. During the alarm of the band, but not knowing any person in the neighbourhood
poet, as almost eaten up by his zeal for the House of unhappy family, who were conveying her to bed, their of the living, which he hoped so soon to take possession
Hanover, was remarkable for being profuse of his proterror was considerably increased by observing that the
mises on all occasions, and valued himself particularly of, he was for some time at a loss to whom he should eyes of Mrs. Gordier, were fearfully caught by the glitventure to write on so important a subject.
on being able to anticipate the words or the wants of tering appendage to the lady's watch; that well-known In the estlessness of anxious expectation, and irri.
the various persons who attended his levees, before they token of her son's affection, which, with a loud voice, tated by the stimulants of love and money--in a des.
uttered a syllable. This weakness sometimes led him into
ridiculous mistakes and absurd embarrassments; but it and altered countenance she declared he had purchased perate and indecorous moment, he addressed a letter as a gift for his mistress, previously to his quitting Guern. officially to the clerk of the parish, not knowing his
was his passion to lavish promises, which gave occasion sey. With a dreadful look, in which horror, indignation,
for the auecdote about to be related. This epistle commenced with taking it for
At the election for a certain borough in Cornwall, wonder, and suspicion were mingled, she repeated the granted that his principal was dead; but informing extraordinary circumstance, as well as the agitated state
him, that the college bad received no intelligence of it
, almost equally poised, a single vote was of the highest
where the ministerial and opposition interests were of her mind would permit, to the unhappy young lady,
a circumstance which they imputed to the miscarriage importance; this object the duke, by certain well-ap; during the interval of a short recovery,
of a letter ; but they begged to know, and if possible by plied arguments, by the force of urgent perseverance, and The moment the poor sufferer understood that the return of post, the day and hour on which he departed; personal application, at length atiained, and the gentlejewel she had hitherto so much despised, was origi- if, contrary to all expectation and probability, he should Dally in the possession of Gordier, the intelligence
man recommended by tlie treasury, gained his election. be still alive, the clerk was in that case desired to send seemed to pour a flood of new horror on her mind; she
In the warmth of gratitude for so signal a triumph, without delay, a particular and minute account of the made a last effort to press the appendage to her heart;
and in a quarter where the minister had generally her eyes, for a moment, exhibited the wild stare of madstate of his health, the nature of his late complaint, experienced defeat and disappointment
, bis Grace its apparent effects upon his constitution, and ness, stung as she was to its highest pitch by the horcircumstance he might think at all connected with the
poured forth acknowledgments and promises, without tible conviction; and crying out, “Oh, murderous vil
ceasing, on the fortunate possessor of the casting vote; life of the incumbent. lain !" she expired in the arms of the bye-standers.
called him his best and dearest friend ; protested that On receiving the letter, the ecclesiastic subaltern
he should consider himself as for ever indebted to him ; It is hardly necessary further to unfold the circum- inmediately carried it to the rector's, who, to the infinite stances of this mysterious assassination ; Gordier, in his
that he could never do enough for him; that he would satisfaction of his parishioners, had recovered from a
serve him by night and by day. most dangerous disease, and was, at the moment, en
The Cornish voter, in the main an honest fellow, " as clearly way-laid by Galliard, murdered and plundered tertaining a circle of friends at his hospitable board, things went," and who would have thought himself of the trinket, in the hope that after his death he
wbo celebrated his recovery in bumpers. might succeed to the possession of a jewel far more
After carrying bis eye over it io a cursory way,
already sufficiently paid, but for such a torrent of
acknowledgments, thanked the duke for his kindness, he smiled, read it to the company, and, with their per
and told bim, “ that the supervisor of excise was old it, but with evident confusion and equivocation ; and Galliard, being charged with the crime, boldly denied mission, replied to it himself, in the following manner :
* Henry, ninth Earl of Lincoln, and second Duke of Newcas* Treasurer of the college.
tle, some time prime minister,-a fighty politician,
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"My dear friend, why do you ask for such a trifling employment?" exclaimed his grace, "your relation shall have it at a word speaking, the moment it is vacant." "But how shall I get admitted to you, my lord? for in London, I understand, it is a very difficult thing to get a sight of you great folks, though you are so kind and complaisant to us in the country." "The instant the man dies," replied the premier, (used to, and prepared for the freedoms of a contested election) "the moment he dies, set out post haste for London; drive directly to my house, by night or by day, sleeping or waking, dead or alive, thunder at the door; I will leave word with my porter to shew you up stairs directly, and the employment shall be disposed of according to your wishes, without fail."
The parties separated; the duke drove to a friend's house in the neighbourhood, where he was visiting, without a thought of seeing his new acquaintance till that day seven years; but the memory of a Cornish elector, not being loaded with such a variety of objects, was more attentive. The supervisor died a few months afterwards, and the ministerial partizan, relying on the word of a peer, was conveyed to London by the mail, and ascended the steps of a large house, now divided into three, in Lincoln's Inn Fields, at the corner of Great Queen Street.t
The reader should be informed that precisely at the moment when the expectations of a considerable party of a borough in Cornwall, were roused by the death of a supervisor, no less a person than the king of Spain was expected hourly to depart: an event in which all Europe, and particularly Great Britain, was concerned. The Duke of Newcastle, on the very night that the proprietor of the decisive vote was at his door, had sat up, anxiously expecting dispatches from Madrid, wearied by official business and agitated spirits, he retired to rest, having previously given particular instruction to his porter, not to go to bed, as he expected every minute a messenger with advices of the greatest importance, and desired he might be shewn up stairs, the moment of his arrival.
His grace was sound asleep, for with a thousand singularities and absurdities, of which the rascals about him did not forget to take advantage, his worst enemies could not deny him the merit of good design, that best solace in a solitary hour; the porter settled for the night in his chair, had already commenced a sonorous nap, when the vigourous arm of the Cornish voter roused him effectually from his slumbers.
To his first question, "Is the Duke at home?" the porter replied, "Yes, and in bed; but he left particular orders that come when you will, you are to go up to him directly." "God for ever bless him! a worthy and honest gentleman," cried our applier for the vacant post, smiling and nodding with approbation, at a prime minister's so accurately keeping his promise, "How punctual his Grace is; I knew he would not deceive me; let me hear no more of lords and dukes not keeping their words; I believe, verily, they are as honest, and mean as well as other folks, but I can't always say the same of those who are about them." Repeating these words as he ascended the stairs, the burgess of ** was ushered into the duke's bed chamber.
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LETTERS TO SUCH OF THE LOVERS OF
of Anacreon except that he is easy to read; another, fessed, was too good an epicure not to be temperate and KNOWLEDGE AS HAVE NOT HAD A
who confine their notions of him to a particular edition ; preserve his relish. Debauchees, who are foxhunters, CLASSICAL EDUCATION.
and a third, who look upon him as consisting in a cer- live to be old, because they take a great deal of ex
tain elegant impossibility to translate. There are more ercise ; but it is not likely that inactive men should ; LETTER II. ANACREOX.
absurdities of pretended scholarship, on this and all unless they combined a relish for pleasure with some We intended to have begun these letters with the oldest other writers, which the truly learned laugh at, and very particular kinds of temperance. and greatest of the Greek poets, Homer; but the want know to be no scholarship at all. Our present business There is generally, in Anacreon's earnest, a touch of of a book or two prevents us, and we turn for consola. is to attempt to give soine idea of what they think and something which is not in earnest,—which plays with tion to Anacreon, also an old poet, who gives it us feel with regard to Anacreon, and what all intelligent the subject, as a good-humoured old man plays with abundantly. So much so, that we no sooner think of men would think and feel, if they understood Greek children. There is a perpetual smile on his face behim, than war and its heroics, even in Homer, seen terms for natural impressions. To be unaffectedly tween enthusiasın and levity. He truly likes the objects ridiculous ; and the only sensible thing in life (provided charmed with the loveliness of a cheek, and the beauty he louks upon, (otherwise he could not have painted we were Greeks) appears to be, to sit drinking wine of a flower, are the first steps to a knowledge of Ana. them truly) and he will retain as much of his youthful under a myrtle tree, crowned with roses, and admiring creon. Those are the grammar of his Greek, and pretty regarà for them as he can. He does retain much, and a pretty girl. nearly the dictionary too.
he pleasantly pretends more. He loves wine, beauty, Even Anacreon, however, though of a genius pretty Little is known of the life of Anacreon. There is flowers, pictures, sculptures, dances, birds, brooks, kind obrious to most readers who are not blinded by mere scho- reason to believe that he was born among the richer and open natures, every thing that can be indolently enlarship, contrives to be misunderstood by great numbers classes ; that he was a visitor at the courts of princes; joyed; not, it must be confessed, with the deepest inwho fancy themselves intimate with him. It has been and that agreeably to a genius which was great enough, nermost perception of their beauty (which is more a said of ladies when they write letters, that they put their and has given enough delight to the world, to warrant characteristic of modern poetry than of ancient, owing minds in their postscripts—let out the real object of such a devotion of itself to its enjoyments, he kept aloof to the difference of their creeds) but with the most their writing, as if it were a second thought, or a thing from the troubles of his time, or made the best of them, elegant of material perceptions,—of what lies in the comparatively indifferent. You very often know the and tempted them to spare his door. It may be con- surface and tangibility of objects, -and with an adamount of a man's knowledge of an author by the re- cluded of him, that his existence, (so to speak) was mirable exemption from whatsoever does not belong to mark he makes on him, after be has made the one which passed in a garden ; for he lived to be old; which in a them,—from all false taste and the mixture of impertihe thinks proper and authorized. As for example, you man of his sensibility and indolence, implies a life pretty
With regard to the rest, he had all the sentiwill mention Anacreon to your friend A. in a tone which free from care. It is said that he died at the age of ment which good nature implies, aud nothing more. implies that you wish to know his opinion of him, and eighty-five, and was then choaked with a grape-stone ; a Upon those two points of luxury and good taste the fate generally thought to be a little too allegorical to character of Anacreon, as a poet, wholly turns.
He is Delightful poet, Anacreon-breathes the very spirit be likely. He was born on the coast of Ionia (part the poet of indolent enjoyment, in the best possible taste, of love and wine. His Greek is very easy."
of the modern Turkey,) at Teos, a town south of and with the least possible trouble. He will enjoy as All the real opinion of this gentleman respecting Smyrna, in the midst of a country of wine, oil, and sun- much as he can, but he will take no more pains about it Anacreon lie in what he says in these last words. shine ; and thus partook strongly of those influences of than he can help, not even to praise it. He would probably His Greek is easy; that is, our scholar has had less climate which undoubtedly occasion varieties in genius, talk about it, half the day long; for talking would cost trouble in learning to read him than with other Greek as in other productions of nature. As to the objection- him nothing, and it is natural to old age; but when poets. This is all he really thinks or feels about the able parts of his morals, they belonged to his age and he comes to write about it, he will say no more than the delightful Anacreon."
have no essential or inseparable connection with bis impulse of the moment incites him to put down, and he So with B. You imply a question to B. in the same poetry. We are therefore glad to be warranted in say, will say it in the very best manner, both because the tone, and he answers, “Anacreon! Oh! a most de- ing nothing about them. All the objectionable passages truth of his perception requires it, and because an lightful poet Anacreon-charming-all love and wine. might be taken out of Anacreon, and he would still be affected style and superfluous words would give him The best edition of him is Spaletti's."
Anacreon ; and the most virtuous might read him as trouble. He would, it is true, take just so much trouble, This is all that B. knows of Anacreon's “love and safely as they read of flowers and butterflies. Cowley, if necessary, as should make his style completely suitwine." "The best edition of it is Spaletti's ;” that is one of the best of men, translated some of his most Ana- able to his truth; and if his poems were not so short, to say, Spaletti is the Anacreon wine-merchant most in creontic poems. We profess to breathe his air in the it would be difficult to a modern writer to think that they repute.
same spirit as Cowley, and shall assuredly bring no could flow into such excessive ease and spirit as they do So again with C. as to his knowledge of the transla- poison out of it to our readers. The truly virtuous are if he had not taken the greatest pains to make them. tions of the “ delightful poet."
as safe in the pages of the London Journal as they can But besides his impulses, be had the babit of a life " Translations of Anacreon! Delightful poet-too de- be in their own homes and gardens. But cheerfulness upon him. Hence the compositions of Anacreon are lightful, too natural and peculiar to be translated - is a part of our religion, and we chuse to omit not even remarkable, above all others in the world, for being simplicity-naïveté-Fawkes's translation is elegant“ grapes in it, any more than nature has omitted them. “ short and sweet.” They are are the very thing, and Moore's very elegant, but diffuse. Nobody can trans- Imagine then a good-humoured old man, with silver nothing more, required by the occasion ; for the animal late Anacreon. Impossible to give any idea of the ex- locks, but a healthy and cheerful face, sitting in the de- spirits, which would be natural in other men, and might quisite simplicity of the Greek.”
lightful climate of Smyrna, under his vine or his olive, lead them into superfluities, would not be equally so to This gentleman has never read Cowley's translations with his lute by his side, a cup of his native wine before one, who adds the indolence of old age to the niceties from Anacreon ; and if he bad, he would not have him, and a pretty peasant girl standing near him, who of natural taste : and therefore as people boast, on other known which part of them was truly Anacreontic, and has, perhaps, brought him a basket of figs, or a bottle of occasions, of calling things by their right names, and which not. He makes up his mind that it is impossible milk corked with vine leaves, and to whom he is giving “a spade a spade," so when Anacreon describes a to give “any idea of the exquisite simplicity of the a rose, or pretending to make love.
beauty or a banquet, or wishes to convey his sense to Greek," meaning by that assertion, that he himself For we are not, with the gross literality of dull or you of a flower, or a grasshopper, or a head of hair, cansot, and therefore nobody else can. His sole idea vicious understandings, to take for granted every thing there it is; as true and as free from every thing foreign of Anacreon is, that he is a writer famous for certain that a poet says, on all occasions, especially when he is to it, as the thing itself. beauties which it is impossible to translate. As to old. It is mere gratuitous and suspicious assumption Look at a myrtle-tree, or a hyacioth, inhale its frag, supposing that the spirit of Anacreon may occasionally in critics who tell us, that such men as Anacreon passed rance, admire its leaves or blossom, then shut your eyes, be met with in poets who have not translated him, and “ whole lives" in the indulgence of “
every excess and
and think how exquisitely the myrtle tree is what it is, that
you may thus get an idea of him without recurring debauchery.” They must have had, in the first place, and how beautifully unlike every thing else,-how pure to the Greek at all, this is what never entered his head: prodigious constitutions, if they did, to live to be near in simple yet cultivated grace. Such is one of the odes for Nature has nothing to do with his head; it is only ninety; and secondly, it does not follow that because a of Anacreon. books and translations. Love, nature, myrtles, roses, poet speaks like a poet, it has therefore taken such a This may not be a very scholastic description ; but wine, have existed ever since the days of Anacreon ; vast deal to give him a taste, greater than other men's, we wish it to be something better; and we write to yet he thinks nobody ever chanced to look at these for what he enjoys. Redi, the author of the most genial apprehensions. We would have them conceive things with the same eyes.
famous Bacchanalian poem in Italy, drank little but a state of Anacreon, as they would that of his grapes ; Thus there is one class of scholars who bare no idea water. St. Evremond, the French wit, an epicure pro- and know him by his flavour. (SYARROW AND CO. CRANE COURT.]
It must be conceded to one of our would-be scholarly friends above mentioned, that there is no translation, not even of any one ode of Anacreon's, in the English language, which gives you an entirely right notion of it. The common-place elegancies of Fawkes (who was best when he was humblest, as in his ballad of "Dear Tom, this brown jug") are out of the question. They are as bad as Hoole's Ariosto. Mr. Moore's translation is masterly of its kind, but its kind is not Anacreon's; as he would, perhaps, be the first to say, now; for it was a work of his youth. It is too oriental, diffuse, and ornamented; an Anacreon in Persia. The best English translations are those which Cowley has given us, although diffuseness is their fault also; but they have more of Anacreon's real animal spirits, and his contentment with objects themselves, apart from what he can say about them. Cowley is most in earnest. He thinks most of what his original was thinking, and least of what is expected from his translator.
We will give a specimen of him presently. But it is not to be supposed that we have no passages in the writings of English poets, that convey to an unlearned reader a thorough idea of Anacreon. Prose cannot do it, though far better sometimes as a translation of verse, than verse itself, since the latter may destroy the original both in spirit and medium too. But prose, as a translation of verse, wants, of necessity, that sustained enthusiasm of poetry, which presents the perpetual charm of a triumph over the obstacle of metre, and turns it to an accompaniment and a dance. Readers, therefore, must not expect a right idea of Anacreon from the best prose versions; though, keeping in mind their inevitable deficiences, they may be of great service and pleasure to him, especially if he can superadd the vivacity which they want. And he is pretty sure not to meet in them with any of the impertinences of the translations in verse; that is to say (not to use the word offensively) any of the matter which does not belong to the original; for an impertinence, in the literal, unoffensive sense of the word, signifies that which does not belong to, or form a part, of any thing.
The passage quoted in our last London Journal about Cupid bathing and pruning his wings under the eyes of a weeping beauty (the production either of Spenser, or of a friend worthy of him) appears to us to be thoroughly Anacreontic in one respect, and without contradiction; that is to say, in clearness and delicacy of fancy.
happy imitation of his manner. We wish we had him by us, to give a specimen. There is one beautiful song of his, (which has been exquisitly translated, by the way, into Latin, by one of the now leading political writers,*) the opening measure of which, that is, of the first couplet, is the same as the other common measure of Anacreon:
Their eyes the glow worms lend thee,
And the elves also
Whose little eyes glow
He ge melaina pinei,
Suckling, a charming off-hand writer, who stood between the days of Elizabeth and the Stuarts, and partook of the sentiment of the one and the levity of the other, would have translated Anacreon admirably. And had Anacreon been a fine gentleman of the age of Charles the First, instead of an ancient Greek, he would have written Suckling's ballad on a wedding. There is a touch in it, describing a beautiful pair of lips, which, though perfectly original, is in the highest Anacreontic
Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Beauty, the country, a picture, the taste and scent of honey, are all in that passage. And yet Anacreon, in the happy comprehensiveness of his words, has beaten it.
The thought has got somewhat hacknied since his time, the hard, though unavoidable fate of many an exquisite fancy; yet stated in his simple words, and accompanied with an image, the very perfection of eloquence, it may still be read with a new delight. In his direction to a painter about a portrait of his mistress, he tells him to give her "a lip like Persuasion's,"
The word is somewhat spoilt in English by the very piquancy which time has added to it; because it makes it look less in earnest, too much like the common language of gallantry. But provoking literally means calling for-asking-forcing us, in common gratitude for our delight, to give what is so exquisitely deserved. And in that better sense, the word provoking is still the right
Shakespeare's serenade in Cymbeline might have been written by Anacreon, except that he would have given us some luxurious image of a young female, instead of the word "lady."
Hark, hark, the lark at heav'ns gate sings
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies,
Lilly, a writer of Shakespeare's age, who perverted a naturally fine genius to the purposes of conceit and fashion, has a little poem beginning—
Cupid and my Campaspe played
which Anacreon might have written, had cards existed in his time. But we have it not by us to quote. Many passages in Burns's songs are Anacreontic, inasmuch as they are simple, enjoying, and full of the elegance of the senses; but they have more passion than the old Greek's, and less of his perfection of grace. Anacreon never suffers but from old age, or the want of wine. Burns suffers desperately, and as desperately struggles with his suffering, till we know not which is the greater, he or his passion. There is nothing of this robust-handed work in the delicate Ionian. Nature is strong and sovereign in him, but always in accommodating unison with his indolence and old age. He says that he is transported, and he is so; but somehow you always fancy him in the same place, never quite carried out of himself.
Of Anacreon's drinking songs, we do not find it so easy to give a counterpart notion from the English poets, who, though of a drinking country, have not exhibited much of the hilarity of wine. Their port is heavy, compared with Anacreon's Teion. Shakspeare's Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne
* See a periodical publication in two volumes, called the Reflector, which contained some of the first public essays of several eminent living writers.
will not do at all; for Anacreon's Bacchus is the perfection of elegant mythology, particularly comme il faut in the waist, a graceful dancer, and beautiful as cheerfulness. In all Anacreon's manners, and turn of thinking, you recognise what is called "the gentleman." He evidently had a delicate hand. The "cares" that he talks about, consisted in his not having had cares enough. A turn at the plough, or a few wants, would have given him pathos. He would not have thought all the cares of life to consist in its being short, and swift, and taking him away from his pleasures, If he partook however of the effeminacy of his caste, he was superior to its love of wealth and domination. The sole business of his life, he said, was to drink and sing, perfume his beard, and crown his head with roses; and he appears to have stuck religiously to his profession. Business," he thought, "must be attended to." Plato calls him "wise;" as Milton calls the luxurious Spenser sage and serious." The greatest poets and philosophers sometimes "let the cat out of the bag," when they are tired of conventional secrets.
This bottle's the sun of our table,
These verses of Sheridan are Anacreontic. So is that couplet of Burns's,-exquisitely so, except for the homliness of the last word:
Care, mad to see a man so happy,
One taste, like this, of the wine of the feelings gives a better idea of Anacreon's drinking songs than hundreds of ordinary specimens.
But we must hasten to close this long article with the best Anacreontic piece of translation we are acquainted with;-that of the famous ode to the Grasshopper by Cowley. Anacreon's Grasshopper, it is to be observed, is not properly a Grasshopper, but the Tettir, as the Greeks called it from its cry,-the Cicada of the Roman poet, and Cicala of modern Italy, where it sings or cricks in the trees in summer-time, as the grasshopper does with us in the grass. It is a species of beetle. But Cowley very properly translated his Greek insect as well as ode, into English, knowing well that the poet's object is to be sympathized with, and that if Anacreon had written in England, he would have addressed the grasshopper instead of the tettix.
We have marked in Italics the expressions, which, though original in Cowley's version, are purely Anacreontic, and such as the Grecian would have delighted to write. The whole poem is much longer than Anacreon's, double the size; but this, perhaps, only justly makes up for the prolongation afforded to all ancient poems, by the music which accompanied them. There is not a Cowleian conceit in the whole of it, unless the thought about "farmer and landlord," be one, which is quickly forgiven for its naturalness in an English landscape; and the whole, from beginning to end, though not so perfectly melodious, runs on with that natural yet regulated and elegant enthusiasm, betwixt delight in the object and indolent enjoyment in the spectator, which has been noticed as the characteristics of the sprightly old bard. The repetition of the word all is quite in the poet's manner; who loved thus to cram much into little, and to pretend to himself that he was luxuriously expatiating;-as in fact he was, in his feelings; though, as to composition, he did not chuse to make "a toil of a pleasure."
Happy insect! what can be
Thee country hinds with gladness hear,
Thee Phoebus loves, and does inspire;
Dost neither age nor winter know;
Thy fill, the flowery leaves among (Voluptuous, and wise withall, Epicurean animal!)
Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retirest to endless rest,