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drama generally. It is not “ natural ” for the expiring Des- the best known and most celebrated of them all, Marshal demona to speak in blank-verse; and even when she conde- Ney, shot on the 7th of December, 1815, for fidelity to scends to deliver herself in plain prose, it is not natural that his old and treachery to his new master.
But Marshal Baa heroine, breathing her last, should speak in so loud a voice zaine is the first marshal of France arraigned on a charge as to be heard in all parts of a large theatre. That “ Gel- of bad conduct in face of the enemy. mina" will die in a poetical manner, says the Pall Mall Gazette, we may feel assured from the fact that the part will
MR. H. B. G. FRERE contributes this note to the June be played by Mme. Adelina Patti; but, in a dramatic number of Macmillan's Magazine: “I do not think the sense, it is not more “natural ”to die to an external orches- following verses have ever been published; they were given tral pianissimo than to an inwardly-produced shriek. With- to me many years ago by a son of Sir Walter Scott's valued out any wish to detract from an effect as to the value of friend, Mr. Robert Shortrede, of Jedburgh, with the followwhich we have no means of judging, we may further observe
ing account of the circumstances under which they were thai, new as it will undoubtedly be found on the operatic
written: stage, death to an orchestral pianissimo is a very common
“Mr. Shortrede went one day into his sitting-room, where form of demise in the melodrama.
Sir Walter was waiting for him, and found Sir Walter with
a volume of Burns in his hand, reading the letter which The Court Journal records the death of a very eccentric
contained the famous lines of Bruce's address to his men character: An Irishman died last week in London, before Bannockburn. As he closed the volume, Sir Walter whose career and attainments entitle him to a niche in the said: 'I always thought that the opening of those beautiful annals of literature. The deceased was about fifty years
lines, as you read them by themselves, was too abrupt; and of age, and was as odd a figure as one could meet in a day's
that if Burns had not sent them in a letter to a friend, he ride. He was small but firmly knit, generally wore a white
would have introduced them with some sort of description hat and a dress coat, and always had an old volume under of the scene, or of the circumstances under which they were his arm. He was a confirmed bookworm. Mezzofanto was spoken.' hardly a more accomplished linguist. Mortimer was “Mr. Shortrede at first questioned the soundness of this graduate of the University of Dublin, and deeply versed in
criticism ; but after some discussion, asked what kind of inclassic lore, but he added a polish to his erudition by his trocluction his friend would have? Sir Walter rejoined, intimacy with at least a dozen modern tongues. He spoke Why, something of this kind,' — and taking a pencil
, wroté French, German, Russian, Polish, Spanish, Italian, modern on the fly-leaf of the volume of Burns the following lines :Greek, Turkish, Arabic, Irish, Welsh, and Danish with
“'By Bannockburn prond Edward lay; fluency. In his youth he had been cabin-boy in an Amer
The Scots they were na far away, ican bark, and subsequently became a medical student in
Just waiting for the break o' day, Paris, but had to leave it on account of his connection with
To show them which were best. the June insurrection of '48. He was a very strong man,
The sun rose o'er the purple heath, and utilized his strength by taking an engagement as a Her
And lighted up the field of death; cules in a circus in Australia. By turns he gave lectures on
When Bruce, wi' soul-inspiring breath,
His soldiers thus addrust:-
«««Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,'” &c. land; and was the companion of Sir William Don, the baronet-actor, in his wildest continental frolics. In his time he The fourth biennial festival of the London “ Hospital for had been tutor to Charles Lever's children at Florence. He Throat Diseases,” recently took place at Willis's Room, the came to the surface one day in the employment of Tom Earl of Clarendon presiding. Miss Kate Field was called Thumb; another in the company of Murphy, the Irish upon to respond to the toast,“ The Ladies,” and responded giant, who was a distant cousin. He had been in London in the following handsome manner : since the Franco-Prussian war, which ruined him in fortune.
“When one of England's most distinguished physicians first His learning was of little profit to him, for he died very
urged me to return thanks for the toast last given, I declined. poor in a ward of a hospital, and is buried in the nameless I never had done such a thing, and thought that I never could. grave of the pauper's corner of some overgrown cemetery." Then I remembered that to the skilful treatment of this same
physician I owed the restoration of that most excellent thing in The Pall Mall Gazette observes that the history of the woman,'a voice, - which, if not 'low'at present, will be shortly, trials of different marshals of France who have been called - and it seemed ungrateful not to make some slight return tor on to answer for their acts since the office was first in- so signal a service. The claim was none the less valid for being stituted by Francis I., is hardly of a nature to console
indirect; and, as this is the age of revolution, as humanity is Marshal Bazaine. Only five marshals of France have been
stronger than caste or sex, as Royalty shakes hands with tried for their lives by regular tribunals, and all five were
Democracy by acknowledging allegiance to the republic of letund guilty and executed. Marshal de Retz, who was the
ters, I asked myself why, after all, women should not be heard
as well as seen at public dinners. It is true that an august body first holder of the highest military dignity in France, was of men — of course, I can mean none other than the House of vrought to trial for high treason, or rather for repeated acts Commons -quote St. Paul as though saints were their perenof rebellion against the authority of his liege lord John VI., nial guides, philosophers, and friends, and declare that women Duke of Brittany. Found guilty not only of the crime with should keep silence; conveniently forgetting that St. Paul is which he was originally charged, but of others still more addressing the women of Corinth, according to the law of A.D. reinous, the Maréchal de Retz was hanged and his body
59; that elsewhere he contradicts himself; and that the proper purned in 1440. The next offender was Marshal Biron, the
reading is, 'Let your women keep siience in the churches.' 'If
honorable M.P.'s persist in proving their intimate acquaintance end and companion at arms of Henry IV. In spite of all
with Scripture hy misquoting it when they desire to keep lovely he favors heaper on him by his royal master, Marshal Bi
woman in her proper sphere, they should first descry strai gers on was found guilty of conspiracy with the King of Spain in the ladies' gallery, and order their summary ejection. But gainst the first of the Bourbons. Henri IV. would have now, although at this post-prandial hour we are all supposed to ardoned him if he would have confessed his crimes ; but be incapable of reasoning, let us try to be logical. Women sing in his refusal to admit his guilt, the king allowed sentence in public, act in public, read in public; why, then, should they o be carried out, and Marshal Biron was decapitated on
not speak? Why should it be considered feminine for a woman he Place de Grève in 1602. Marshal de Marcillac, who
to interpret Shakspeare's ideas, and unfeminine to interpret her Fas executed in 1632 for conspiracy and rebellion against
provided she has any ? It seems to me that if public L'ardinal Richelieu, was the third marshal of France who
speaking be tolerated at all, - which is doubtful, especialiy at verished on the scaffold. Marshal de Montmorency, who
dinners, - it should be from the lips of women, and for this
reason: Ever since the subsidence of chaos men have been talkas executed in the same year on a similar charge, was an- ing. For six thousand years, at lcast, they have, to use an ther of the victims of the Cardinal. The last of the mar- Americanism, stumped 'creation, and impressed the world with hals of France who have undergone a capital sentence was thi ir views on all subjicts; but, as there is as much sex in mind
as there is matter, we have seen every thing in profile. Now, an Green is the canopy high o'er my head, artist will tell you that no two sides of the same face are exactly
The larch's fringe hangs fair. alike. I pray you, therefore, let us have the other profile, In scented darkness over my eyes, whereby we may see the entire face, gaze into tell-tale eyes, and
Bee-haunted brambles trail; thus get at the soul of all things. Taking for granted all that is I know, I feel the blue of the skies, known and said about women, they ought to make more attrac
I need not sever their veil. tive speakers than men. I do not think they are, so far; but Wild roses tangle the water above, they ought to be, and these are my data : Women are born
Below my nook of rest; more graceful; they have the great gift of beauty and the great If they win not the river, with all their love, privilege of dress. Hence, they are a greater gratification to the
They may die on his breast. eye, and the majority of people hear with their eyes. Women And the river, unwitting, wends his way, are more impulsive, more sympathetic, more persuasive; there
With pink and white spoils strewn: fore are they more likely to touch the heart: and
when you have The love-born spoils of a wild-rose day-in June. made an audience feel, half the battle is won. Pray, who does the greater part of speaking in private, – Mr. or Mrs. Caudle ? Were I a man, I should hail public speaking as a blessing in disguise. When Vesuvius is in a state of eruption, Etna is quiet.
III. Fluency of diction is a desideratum in speaking. If tradition be correct, women are not lacking in this requirement. Indeed, it has been seriously questioned whether women partake of celestial
Quiver, O larch ! till in evening's haze
Your tassels rise and fall. joys, for the reason that once upon a time there was silence in heaven for the space of half an hour. Then, if precedent be
Murmur, O bee ! in the bramble sprays,
find required, women can trace back their rights in this respect much
home in the wall.
your farther than men ; for Eve was the original orator. It is to her
Sing, o thrush ! in my listening ears, persuasive pleading that we owe all knowlodge. Miriam was
As one sang to the monk of old.
I could listen and lie for a hundred years, among the first to prophesy; Deborah was elevated to the dignity of judge of Israel; Greek oracles proceeded from the lips of
And deem that their sands ran gold. women; and the greatest orators of Hellas did not scorn to be
Ripple, O river ! by bud and flower, taught their art by the sex they regarded with contempt. Soc
As long as my eyes may see; rates learned rhetoric from Aspasia; and it was to their mother
Sweep, in the pride of your royal power,
Past the town to the sea; Cornelia that the Gracchi owed their eloquence. And, if modern examples are asked for, I can only reply that not many
Teach me the whole of your murmuring lay, evenings since, I heard six Englishwomen — the majority of them
The night comes all too soon : young, and two of them very pretty - speak at Hanover-square
The night, ah, mel of this glorious day - in June. Rooms in a manner that might be imitated with advantage by the gentlemen in the House of Commons, who recently referred to them as creatures of sentiment. If it be allowed, then, that women may speak in public, it seems to me no more than just that one of my sex should return hearty thanks to the managing committee of this dinner, for treating them as though they were
BURIED SELF. not too good for human nature's daily food. It is useless to talk of the equality of the sexes so long as men sit down to turtle soup in one room, and women stand up to tea and sand
WHERE side by side we sat, I sit alone; wiches in another, waiting with becoming humility for admission But surely hear the absent voice — as one to a Barmecide fcast of reason and flow of soul. I never knew
Who, playing, when the tune he plays is done, a woman who did not protest against a senseless custom which Hears the spent music through the strings yet moan. deprives public dinners of half their utility as well as all their
I rove through places that my soul has known, brilliancy; for, as the object of these dinners is the raising of Like the sad ghost of some departed nun, money, their managers show little discernment in ignoring sis
Who comes between the moonrise and the sun ters of charity who, in my country, are as effective in opening To sit beside her monumental stone. the purses as they are in touching the hearts of their lay brothers.
So by my buried self I take my seat, In conclusion, and in the name of the ladies, I thank you for And talk with other ghosts of vanished days. the cordial manner in which the toast has been proposed and And watch gray shadows through the twilight fleet, received, and trust that the managing committee may never And half expect to see the buried face regret having recoguized women as creatures with appetites."
Of my dead self rise in the sileni place,
PHILIP BOURKE MARSTOX.
Brown in the blue of the river lies
A shadowy, lazy trout :
And get his tackle out?
Live and listen and look;
Between the fish and the hook.
And the eddy's brawling rush;
I will love with the thrush.
In varying time and tune,
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Drinking the lazy air;
A FOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.
SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 1872.
BY EDMUND YATES.
It was just the home for a middle- garden to go to rack and ruin, and it THE YELLOW FLAG.
aged man with a wife and family; for it was accordingly handed over to the sexhad a large number of rooms of all kinds ton, who, in so small a community, had and shapes, square bed-chambers, tri- but little work in his own particular
angular nooks, long passages, large attics, line, and who kept up the old-fashioned or "BLACK SHEEP," " TUNE," ETC., ETC.
wherein was accommodation for half a flowers and the smooth-shaved lawns in
dozen servants, and ram-shackle stables, which their late owner had so much de CHAPTER VIII. — THE VICAR OF LUL- where as many horses could be stowed lighted. But Martin Gurwood took no LINGTON
away. It was just the house for a man interest in the garden himself, and only
of large means, who would not object to entered it occasionally of an evening, COLLY George Gurwood's only child, devoting a certain portion of his seisure when he would stroll up and down the olu John Lorraine, made so much of cipal occupation would be in his garden his head bent forward and his hands during the latter years of his life, after or his greenhouses. Such a man was clasped behind him, deep in meditabaving been educated at Marlborough Martin Gurwood's predecessor, who had tion. He kept a horse, certainly, and Oxford, was admitted into holy or- held the living for fifty years, and had powerful, big-boned Irish hunter; but ders, and, at the time of our story, was seen some half-score boys and girls issue he only rode her by fits and starts, Vicar of Lullington, a rural parish, from the vicarage into the world, to sometimes leaving her in the stable for about one hundred and twenty miles marry and settle themselves in various weeks together, dependent on such exfrom London, on the Great Northern ways of life. The Rev. Anthony Cam- ercise as she could obtain in the spare road. A pleasant place Lullington for den was known as a rose-grower, through- moments of her groom; at other times a lazy man. A quiet, sleepy little vil- out three adjoining counties; and bad persistently riding her day after day, lage of half a hundred houses, scattered even obtained special prizes at Crystal no matter what might be the weather. here and there, with a chirpy little Palace and Botanical Garden shows. And on those occasions the vicar did brook singing its way through what was He was a bit of a fisherman too, and not merely go out for a mild constitusupposed to be the principal street, and had been, in his younger days, some- tional, to potter round the outskirts of hurrying onwards through great broad thing of a shot. Not being much of a his parish, or to trot over to the market tracts of green pasturage, where, in the reader, except of the “ Field and the town : he was out for hours at a stretch, summer-time, the red-brown cattle drank Gardener's Chronicle," he would have and generally brought the mare home of it and cooled their heated limbs in its found the winter evenings dull, had it heated and foam-flecked. Indeed, more refreshing tide, until it was finally swal- not been for the excitement of perpetu- than one of his parishioners had seen lowed up in the silver Trent.
ally re-arranging his large collection of their spiritual guide riding across counLullington church was not a particu- moths and butterflies, renewing their try, solitary indeed, but straight, as larly picturesque edifice, resembling a corks and pins, and putting fresh pieces though he were marking out the line for large barn, with a square, weather-of camphor into the corners of the glazed a steeple-chase, stopping neither for beaten tower at one end of it; nor was drawers which contained them. Mr. hedge, bank, nor brook, the Irish mare the churchyard at all likely to be pro- Camden knew all about crops and ma- flying all in her stride, her rider sitting vocative of an elegy, or of any thing nure, and subsoiling and drainage: the with his bands down on her withers, his but rheumatism, being a damp, dreary farmers for miles round used to come lips compressed, and his face deadly little spot, with most of its tombstones to the vicarage to consult him; and he pale.
“ Tekkin it out of hisself, meb covered with green moss, and with a always gave them beer and advice, both be,” said Farmer Barford, when his son public footpath, with a stile at either of the best quality. He played long- described to him this sight which he end, running through the middle of it. whist, and preached short sermons; and had seen that afternoon : " for all he's so But to the artists wandering through when he died, in a green old age, it was close, and so meek and religious, there's that part of the country (they were not universally voted in Lullington and its a spice of the Devil in him, as in every numerous, for Notts and Lincoln have neighborhood that it would be impossi- other man; and Bill, my boy, that's not much to offer to the sketcher), the ble to replace him.
the way he takes it out of hisself.” vicarage made up for the short-com- Certainly there could not have been Thus Farmer Barford; and to this ings of the church. It was a square, a more marked contrast than between effect spoke several of the parishioners old-fashioned, reel-bricked house, stand- him and his successor. Martin Gurwood in committee assembled over their pipes ing in the midst of a garden full of was a man of six and twenty, unmarried, and beer at “ The Dun Cow.” greenery; and whercas the church with apparently no thought in life be- They did not hint any thing of the looked time-worn and cold, and had, yond his sacred calling and the duties kind to the vicar himself, trust them for even on the brightest summer day, a appertaining to it. Only half the rooms that! Martin Gurwood could not be teeth-chattering, gruesome appearance, in the vicarage were furnished; and, ex- called popular amongst the community the vicarage had a jolly, cheerful expres- cept on such rare occasions as his mother in which his lot was cast : be was charision; and when the sun gleamed on its or some of his friends coming to stay table to a degree, lavish with his money, little, diamond-shaped windows, with with him, only two of them on the thinking nothing of passing days and their leaden casements, you were inex- ground floor, one the vicar's study, the nights by the bedside of the sick, conplicably reminded of a red-faced, genial other his bed-chamber, were used. The tributing more than half the funds pecesold gentleman, whose eyes were twink- persistent entreaties of his old house- sary for the maintenance of the village ling in delight at some funny story which keeper had induced him to relent from schools, accessible at all times, and he had just heard.
his original intention of allowing the ready with such advice or assistance as the occasion demanded; but yet they invitations, and made his appearance at abont Oxford indeed, where some of his called him “high and standoffish.” Old the various banquets. Accustomed to hosts or their friends had young rela. Mr. Camden, making a house-to-house old Mr. Camden, with his red face, his tions whom he had known; be eculd visitation perhaps once a year, when the bald head, his white whiskers, and black and did sing well certain Italian ron fit so seized him, “going his rounds," suit cut in the fashion of a quarter of a in a rich tenor voice, and he discusid as he called it, would sit down to dinner century ago, the county people were at church architecture and decorations wib in a farm-house kitchen, or take a mug first rather impressed with Martin Gur the young ladies. But the old squirt: of beer with the farmer while they wood's thin, handsome face, and small, and the young squires cared for done of talked about crops, and occasionally well-dressed figure. It was a relief, the these things. They remembered box would preside at a harvest-home supper women said, to see a gentleman amongst old Anthony Camden would eit by while or a Christmas gathering. Martin Gur- them; and they were all certain that the broadest stories were told, look ing. wood did nothing of this kind : he was Mr. Gurwood would be an acquisition to save from the twinkle in his eye and the always polite, invariably courteous, but the local society; but as the guests were curling of his bulbous nether lip, as he never courted any thing like fellow- driving homeward from the first of these though he heard them dot; with what ship or bonhommie. 'He had joined the feasts, several of the male convives im- feeling he would troll out a ballad of village cricket-club on his first arrival, parted to their wives their idea that the Dibdin's, or a bacchanalian ditty, and and showed himself an excellent and new vicar of Lullington was not merely how the brewing of the bowl of pupih. energetic player ; but the familiarity unfit to hold a candle to his predecessor, the “stirrup cup," was always intrusted engendered in the field seemned displeas- but was likely to prove a meddlesome, to his practised hand. Martin Garing to him, and, though he continued disagreeable fellow. It seemed, that, wood took a glass of cold water before his subscription, he gradually withdrew after the ladies had retired, the conver- leaving, and, if he were dining out a from active membership. Nor was his sation becoming, as usual, rather free, distance, always had the one hired to religious ardor particularly pleasing to Mr. Gurwood had sat in blank, stony of the neighborhood to convey him back the parishioners, who, under Mr. Cam- silence, keeping his eyes steadily fixed to the vicarage. No wonder that the den's lax rule, had thought it sufficient upon the contents of his dessert-plate, laughter-loving, roisterous squires shock if they put in an appearance at morning and neither by look or word giving the their heads when they thought of old i service, and thus cleared off the debt of slightest intimation that he was aware Anthony Camden, and mourned over the attendance until the succeeding Sunday. of what was going on. But when rallied glories of those departed days. They could not understand what the from his silence by Mr. Lidstone, a man Martin Gurwood was not, however, at parson meant by having prayers at eight of low tastes and small education, but Lullington just now. He had induced o'clock every morning. Who did he ex- enormously wealthy, Mr. Gurwood hau an old college friend to look after the pect would go at such a time, they won- spoken out, and declared that if by in- welfare of his parishioners while he ran dered ? Not they, nor their men, who dulging in such conversation, and tell- up, as he did once or twice in the year. were far away in the fields before that ing such stories, they chose to ignore to stay for a fortnight with his mother
. time; not the missises, who had the the respect due to themselves, they ought in Great Walpole Street. Jolin Calverdairy and the house to attend to; not at least, while he was anong them, to ley, who had a strong liking for Martin, the girls, who were looking after the recollect the respect due to him, and to a feeling which the vicar cordially relinen and minding the younger chil- the calling which he represented. He ciprocated, was anxious that his stej-01 dren; nor the boys, who, if not at school, had no desire to assume the character should come to them at Christmas; le were out at farm-r ork. It was all very of a wet blanket or a kill-joy; but they ing an old-fashioned soul, wi.h a belief well for the two Miss Dyneleys, the two must understand, that, for the future, in holly and yule logs and kindly gretimaiden ladies living at Ivy Cottage, they must choose between his presence ings and open-hearted charities, at what who had money coming in regular, paid and the indulgence in such conversation; he invarial ly spoke of as that “ festive them by the Government (the Lulling- and as they had evidently not expected season,” and having an intense desire ton idea of consols was not particularly any such demonstration, in the present to interpose at such a time a friendly clear), and had naught to do from morn- instance he would relieve them of his ægis between him and the stony-faced ing till night; it filled up their time company at once, and leave them to de- Gorgon whom it was his lot throuh like, and was a kind of amusement to cide whether or not he should again life to confront. But Martin Garwold, them. All very well for old Mr. Wil:is, come amongst them as a guest. So say- regarding the Christmas season in a who had made his fortune, it was said, ing, the parson had walked out of the very different light, urged that at such by being a tailor in London, who had window on to the lawn, as cool as a a time it would be impossible for him to bought the Larches where Squire Need- cucumber, and left the squirearchy gap- absent himself from his duties; and after ham used to live in the good old times, ing in astonishment.
his own frigid manner refused to te who could not ride, or drive, or shoot, They were Bæotian, those county tempted by the convivial blandishments or fish, or do any thing but walk about people, crass, ignorant, and rusted with which John held out to bim, or to be his garden with a spud over his shoul- prejudice from want of contact with the scared by the picture of the grim lodeders, and who was said to be dying to world; but they were by no means bad- liness of the vicarage which his stepget back to business. These, and some hearted, and they took ihe parson's re- father drew for his edification. So, in two or three of the bigger girls from monstrance in very go: d part. Each the early days of November, when the the Miss Gilks's seminary for young one who had already sent Martin Gur- Lullington farmers were getting well ladies, were all that attended at « inat- wood an invitation managed to grip his into their hunting, and the London fons
, tins," as the name of the morning ser- hand before the evening was over, and scarcely long enough to embrace the vice stood in early English type on the took occasion to renew it, declaring he entire length of Great Walpole Street, index-board in the churchyard; but should have no occasion to reiterate the blotted out its middle and its lower end, Martin Gurwood persevered, and went remarks which he had just made, and leaving the upper part comparatively through the service with as much ear- ' which they perfectly understooil. Nor bright and airy, Martin Gurwood cane nestness and devotion as though the had he: he went a round of these sol- to town and took up his abode in Vrs church had been full, and the bishop of emn festivities, finding each one, both Calverley's best spare bedroom. the diocese seated in the vicar's pew. during the presence of the ladies and The other spare bedroom in the house
There was the usual amount of squire-'after their wi hdrawal, persectly deco- was occupied by Madaine Pauline Du archy in the neighborhood ; and on Mar- rous, but unspeakably dull. He had Tertre, who had for some time been intin's first introduction into its parish, not been sufficiently long in the neigh- stalled there, and had regularly taken ! the squires' wives drove over, leaving borhood for the local gossip to possess up her position as the triend of the their own and their husbands' cards, the smallest interest to him; he was not family, and confidential adviser to the and invitations to dinner, duly arranged sufficient of an agriculturist to discuss female head of the house. Immediatels' for a time when the moon was at its the different methods of farming, or the on gaining her footing within the walls full. Mr. Gurwood responded to these, various qualities of food; he could talk Paulize had succeeded in estab.ishin
berself in the good graces of the self- costume: she made with her own hands bearing and frigidity of demeanor which contained, silent woman, who hitherto a little elegant cap, with soft blond fall- his acquaintances generally complained had never known what it was to have ing fronı it, which took away from that of. The farmers of Lullington, comparany one to share her confidences, to lis- rigid outline of the chin; and, instead of ing it with the geniality of their previten patiently to her never-ceasing com- the wisp of black net round her throat, ous pastor, found it insufferable; and plaints, and to be able and willing to she induced Mrs. Calverley to wear a his college friends, who had come in make little suggestions which chimed in neat white muslin handkerchief crossed contact with him of late years, thought with Mrs. Calverley's thoughts and over her chest. The piano, seldom he was a totally changed being from wishes. Years ago, before her first touched, save when Mrs. Calverley, in the high-spirited fellow who had been marriage, Jane Calverley had had a an extraordinary good temper, would, one of the noisiest athletes of his day. surfeit of toadyism and Hattery from her for her husband's edification, thump and Certain it was, he was now pensive and poor relations and dependents, and from strum away at an overture to Semi- reserved; nay, more, that when out of the servants who cringed to and fawned ramide and other set pieces, which she Lullington in company – that is to say, upon the young girl as though they had had learned in her youth, was now reg- either with any of his former colleagues, been Southern slaves and she their ularly brought into use; and in the even- or of a few persons who were visitors owner. But in George Gurwood's days, ing Pauline would seat herself at it, at the house in Great Walpole Street and since her marriage with her second playing long selections from Mendels- he seemed desirous almost of shunning husband, Mrs. Calverley had made no sohn and Beethoven, or singing religious observation, and of studiously keeping friends; and even those whose interest songs by Mozart, the listening to which in the background, when bis mother's it was to stand well with her had found made John Calverley supremely happy, pride in him would have made him it impossible to break through the bar- and even brought something like moist- take a leading part in any conversation riers of icy reserve with which she sur- ure into his wife's steely eyes. It is that might be going on.
Before he had rounded herself. They did not approach probable that had Mrs. Calverley had been two days in the house, Pauline's her in the proper manner, perhaps ; they any notion that these songs were the quick instinct had detected this pecudid not go to work in the right way. composition of a Roman Catholic, and liarity and she had mentally noted it Commonly-bred and ill-educated people were many of them used in what she among the things which, properly as they were, they imagined that the was accustomed to speak of as “ Popish worked, might help her to the elucidadirect road to Jane Calverley's favor ceremonies," she would never have been tion of the plan to which she had delay in pitying her, and speaking against induced even to listen to them; but, voted her life. She determined on makher husband, with whom she was plainly with unerring judgment, Pauline had at ing herself agreeable to this young man, at strife. As is usual with such people, once divined this phase in her employ- on furcing him into a certain amount of they overacted their parts; they spoke er's character, and, while the particular intimacy and companionship; and so strongly and bitterly in their denuncia- esct to which she belonged was of skilful were her tactics, that, without tion of Mr. Calverley; they were coarse, no importance to herself, had taken absolute rudeness, Martin Gurwood and their loud-trumpeted compassion care to make Mrs. Calverley understand found it impossible entirely to withdraw for their mistress jarred upon its recip that Luther had no more devoted adhe- from her advances. ient. Jane Calverley was a proud as rent.
One night she challenged him to well as a hard woman; and her mind re- “She is a Huguenot, my dear,” said chess; and, during the intervals of the volted against the idea of being openly Mrs. Calverley to Martin Gurwood, game, she endeavored to learn more of compassionated by her inferiors, so she shortly after his arrival, and before she hiin than she had hitherto been able to kept her confidences rigidly locked in had presented him to the new inmate of do in mere desultery conversation in her own breast: and Pauline's was the the house : “ a Huguenot of ancient fam- the presence of others. first hand to press a spring by which ily, who lost all their property a long Mrs. Calverley was hard at work at the casket was opened.
time ago by the revocation of the edict the Berlin-wool frame, putting the final Before the French woman had been of someboly — Nancy, I think, was the touches to Jael and Sisera; John Calin the house twenty-four hours, she had name! You will find her a most amia- verley, with the newspaper in his lap, learned exactly the relations of its in- ble person, richly endowed with good was fast asleep in his easy-chair; and the mates, and as much as has been already gifts, and calculated, should she not suf- chess-players were at the far end of set forth in these pages of their family fer from the evil effects of Mr. Calver- the room, with a shaded lamp between history. She had probed the charac- ley's companionship, to prove an inesti- them. ters of the husband and the wife, had mable blessing to me.”
They formed a strange contrast, this listened to the mother's eulogies of her Martin Gurwood expressed himself couple; he, with his wavy, chestnut hair, saintly son, and had sighed and shaken well pleased to hear this account of his his thin, red and white, clear-cut whisher head in seeming condolence over mother's new-found friend; but, on be- kerless face, his shifting blue eyes, and the vividly described short-comings of ing presented to Pauline, he scarcely his weak, irresolute mouth; she, with Mr. Calverley. Wi hout effusion, and found the description realized. His nat- her olive complexion, her blue-black with only the dumb sympathy conveyed ural cleverness had been sharpened by hair, her steady, earnest gaze, her by ber eloquent eyes and gestures, his public school and university educa- square, firm jaw, and the deep orange Pauline managed to lead her new-found tion; and, though during the last few trimmings of her black silk dress, showfriend, now that she comprehended her years of his life he had been buried in ing off strangely against her compardomestic troubles, and would do her comparative obscurity, he retained suffi- ion's sable-hued clerical dress. best to aid her in getting rid of them, cient knowledge of the world to perceive “ You are too strong for me, monand in many other ways she made her that a woman like Madame du Tertre, sieur,” said Pauline, at the conclusion self useful and agreeable to the cold, bright, clever, to a certain degree ac- of the first game; “but I will not yield friendless woman who was her hostess. complished, and possessing immense you the victory without a further strugShe re-arranged the furniture of the energy and power of will, would not have gle.” dreary drawing-room, lighting it up here relegated herself to such a life as she was “ I was going to say you played an and there with such flowers as were then leading without having a strong aim excellent game, Madanie Du Tertre; procurable, and with evergreens, which to gain. And what that aim was he was but, after your remark, it would sound she bought herself; she covered the determined to find out.
as though I were complimenting myself," square formal chairs and couches with But, though these were Martin Gur- said Martin. “I have but few oppormuslin antimaccassars, and gave the wood's thoughts, he never permitted a tunities for chess-playing now, but it room, what it had never hitherto had, trace of them to appear in his manner was a favorite game of mine at colthe semblance of a woman's presence. to Madame Du Tertre, which was scru- lege; and I knew many a man who She accomplished what everybody had pulously courteous, if nothing more. prided himself on his play whose head imagined to be an impossibility, an alter- Perhaps it was from his mother that he for it was certainly not so good as ation in the style of Mrs. Calverley's inherited a certain cold propriety of yours.”