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that particular. She did not indeed they go out of town to be married ? why
"Why are you surprised ?" asked he
Could it be that Ellen was daughter.— I wish you, sir, a good morngoing to he palmed off upon the poor ing." deceived Viscount? But why then should “Wife! god-daughter !" I repeated
in a faint voice. " But, general, for oaken lance, under the impetus of a hard God's sake, one instant, the elder lady?” gallop, plump on your ribs, or your "Is Lady St. Leger's elder sister, the head, is no such very desirable thing. wife of the gallant Captain Murray, Still hail to thee, chivalry! How daring whose absence on service she has been were thy sons ! and yet if we were to see for some time lamenting. His ship has such daring acts committed in these days, arrived at Portsmouth, and they are all should we not be strongly tempted to gone to meet him.” He had reached think the actors mad? Witness yon the door ; I was in an agony; my hair tents ; how beautiful is the picture ! See stood on end ;%" One word more, the those pennons, shields, lances, squires, viscount !" “ Is Captain Murray's pages, and attendants ! It is worth while, elder brother. And before I take my however, to ask how many tedious hours leave, permit me to wish you a better of hard drudgery it cost to erect those occupation than clandestinely watching tents, shape those lances, and forge those the actions of others, of misinterpreting shields. We might inquire where the the actions of an amiable and virtuous money came from, and, perhaps we lady, and traducing the character of an should find that chivalry was but the estimable man, whose refinement of feel- ancient dissipation, and that the sprigs ing you have neither mind to understand of nobility in Europe, who now squander nor appreciate. Sir, I wish you again a their gold in dress and dandyism, have good morning.”
merely found out another plan of wasting What would I not have given at that money. Methinks I see some gaunt, moment of shame to have been on my raw-boned, big monster of a knight travels down the bottomless pit. Any- dunned by an honest mechanic for paywhere rather than on the first floor at ment of a bill of breastplates and armour, Brook street. I was positively at my in the same way that our modern dandies wits' end.
are infested by their tailors. “ By St. I hung my head, completely abashed, Winifred,' roars out one, “an' thou discomfited—I had nothing to say, ab- bringest thy beggarly carcase here again, solutely not a word—and was thoroughly my grooms shall beat thy knave's skull." ashamed of myself and my ingenuity. While the modern creature lisps affecHad I possessed a tail, I should have tedly, “What does the mane waant? slunk off with it hanging down between dear me, how excessively ridiculous ; go, my legs, in the manner I have seen a fell ow,go, 'pon honour an't in funds ; go, discomfited dog do: but I had no such mane, go. John, show this pareson expressive appendage, and I could only down stairs." ejaculate to myself at intervals during Truly, I fear me these knights were the whole of the next three days“ more famous for running bills with black
“God bless my soul! what a false smiths than paying them, while their scent I have been on! And for a ba- squires were nothing more than chivalchelor gentleman too, not at all given to rous stable-boys. Yet hail to thee, invention! Yet how was I to guess that chivalry, for thy barbaric gorgeousness a wife could be in love with her husband ? was better than is our classic licentiousThere is some excuse for me after all. God bless my soul!”
There is a feeling among men which P.S. The St. Legers are returned- leads them to attach a visionary beauty Capt. Murray is with them-French to things of old. Thus we look with blinds are putting up all over the house, composure, if not with pleasure, upon “Othello's occupation's gone,” can't a murder committed by a chieftain whose stand it off to the Continent.
bones have been resolved into their parent earth some thousand or two of years ago. Time is to us a sort of moral
standard by which we measure and weigh REALITY OF ROMANCE. the vices of men who had an extraordi.
nary quantity of muscles, while history Hail to thee, chivalry, hail to thee may be likened to a sifting apparatus, with all thy gentle associations ! Gentle, which allows all the littleness (meaning quotha ? Truly, to meet another mad the mass of mankind with all their hopes, brain on a powerful war-horse on a passions, fears and troubles) to pass burning hot day in the middle of a field, through, but retains all the Amalekiteish and to have the gentle salutation of an personages, famed for throat-cutting, to
remain behind for the benefit of posterity. your enemies, I may now talk of you That is, I mean the generality of histo- without fear. As in your ponderosity ries may be so likened. Let me not of armour, you, when once, alas, knocked descend' into the vulgarity of criticism, from your war-horse, could not rise from let me not be one of the innumerable the ground, but might be approached and who pronounce sentence on the com- pinned to the earth by the veriest serf ; so paratively few who can write. Protect i-one whom in your lives you would have me, my better judgment, against this, scorned-do advance to contemplate your for certainly there is a sort of indigna- fallen greatness with impunity. I call tion boiling within my breast. I cannot upon you to answer and expound some contain it, therefore pardon me, for the of the differences between your time and act is its own punishment. I am reduced my time. Whence had ye that capacity below the standard which my self- for enduring cold and heat, and hunger love had marked out. I have fallen and thirst, and bruises and wounds? Or from a reader into a critic. Listen. are these things fables ? Men of rivets and
I have in my little library a number lances, could you feel at all? Did your of histories. Even now I cannot refrain gashes require plasters and ointments ? from casting my eyes towards these Were not the very hairs on your head mental treasures, my books. See that scorched in your ovens of helmets on the noble edition ; it is a modern reprint of burning plains of Palestine? How, in the Clarendon's History of the Rebellion. name of wonder, did you live? Ye must, It contains, what? merely the history of in truth, have been a curious race of a few years. What! six large volumes mortals. I would fain believe your devoted to the history of a single country gallant exploits as recorded to be true for a period of scarcely fifty years ! Cer- and veritable. But some little matters tainly, and I could not spare a page. of fact will start around and sting me When I read that work, I am living in with doubts. I fear me, your shoulders the time of its author. I see step by were fearfully galled and scrubbed by step the genius of the time advancing to your iron casements. I fear me, many a complete its work. Now look again— time and oft would ye have given all there is Goldsmith's and other histories your cherished hopes of fame to have of England; a few brief pages suffice to had the comfort of laying aside your unfold the cause and the effect of a great breastplate and armour for a brief respite
But again, here is Goldsmith to the chafings they caused you. But abridged, and there is a Universal His
no,“ bright eyes beam on gallant deeds.” tory in twenty-five octavo volumes. “Bear your honours bravely.” Hark, The history of all that happened in the the trumpet sounds. Ye are called to the world since the creation, condensed into fight. Away, away. Well, one is down, twenty-five octavo volumes; and, as the I could have foretold it.
Sir knight, author expressly states, “ Its aim is to thine opponent was a foot or two too preclude the apology for ignorance on big for thee; it was impossible for such one of the most interesting and useful a little fellow as thee-but I forget, thy objects of human research.”
lady looked on. Well, that could not Forgive me this digression, if, indeed, prevent thine opponent from knocking it be a digression : for, in fact, there is thee off. no greater ince than much of what See, the blood streams from beneath is called history, and your abridgments the rivets of his armour. Haste, for the are but accounts of romantic actions love of heaven! A man, in the year of without any reason being assigned for grace 1836, would not live an hour with their performance. But, like a regular such a hole in his body. Here comes a sonnetteer, I return to my song. Hail fellow with a hammer. He begins to to thee, chivalry! Thine institutions knock off the armour. Quick, fellow, were the bright spots in a barren waste quick! One by one the rivets are withof semi-barbarianism. Men under thine drawn. At last the poor knight is taken impulses cut each other's throats, and out of his case. Heavens! what a sight! knocked out each other's brains, most Why, the knight is but a man after all, scientifically, most coolly, most easily. and what a thrust. Stop the bleeding, Ah, ye defunct swaggerers ! ye men fellows. What do you wait for? Tear whose swords have been driven into rocks off his shirt and bandage his wound. up to the hilt, whose battle-axes have Yet, shirt,-confound it, that is beaten down the strong fortifications of modern luxury. Your knights wore none.
ye, ladies !
But the ladies-- those bright-eyed an occasional duel is made a subject of dames who waved handkerchiefs and ridicule; or if the matter should turn dispensed favours. Ah, woman, dear out a little too serious to be laughed at; woman! I cannot refrain-so have at if, for instance, one of the pair should
Venus and Cupid, inspire be unsouled, why the survivor stands a me!
reasonable chance of getting hanged, or Soothers of our sorrows; “heaven's some such ridiculous punishment. In a best gift” to man, what were the world few words, let me state the difference without ye?
Psha! this is common- between the thirteenth and nineteenth place, I must try again.
centuries. Dear woman, charm of man's exis. Thirteenth Glorious war, heroes, tence, mother, sister, wife; how shall I deeds of daring, heralds, knights, squires, express the deep thoughts that start the mêlée, a death of glory, and a grave within me at the mention of these names, on the battle field. each of which is a volume of blessings? Nineteenth-Cotton mills, quack docHow exquisitely fitted for thy station ! tors, railroads, speculators, lawyers, In body, in mind, perfect. How smooth merchants, the exchange, a death of inthe dexterous finish of thy skin. Not a digestion, and a grave in the churchyard, hair on thine upper lip! Bah! that from which you are stolen and dissected was a slip. I proceed. Thy mind, oh for the benefit of science. woman, is a type of the etherial beauty of thy frame. Thine inward is like thine outward man. Saints! what a blunder. I give up. I cannot be grand. I meant THE MOUNT OF THE GIANTS. to have spoken of the gentleness, the tenderness of woman.
Of her sweet THE Riesengebirge abounds in deli. timidity, looking so gracefully to the cious herbs, from which the most efficastronger sex for protection and defence, cious balms have been at all times made. and all that. But I find I am unfitted The inhabitants of the village of Krumm. for so pretty a task. Well, I forbear. hubel in Silesia still use essences made
But how does this sweetness, and with these simples; and this will appear gentleness, and timidity sit on the fair less surprising, when it is known, that bosoms that heaved with gladness at the those inhabitants are, in part, descended sight of disembowelled friends, and lovers from the students of Prague, of the fa. run through the pericardium ? This is mous school of Paracelsus, who were an awkward question. Ah, I remember, expelled during the war of the Hussites ; the ladies used to change colour and and who, without doubt, were in possometimes swoon on such occasions. session of useful botanical secrets, the Very well, but they faint now from knowledge of which is, at the present day, much less exciting causes. What would neglected. But among the herbs which one of the dear fairies of our age, the Riesengebirge produces, is found who faints at such trifles as unkind one which has become celebrated beyond looks or crowded rooms, have done in all in the literature of fable. It is called the days of chivalry? How could a the yellow balsam, and grows only in a London belle, all sensibility and corset, kitchen-garden, of which Rübezahl has have placed on the bleeding breast of her reserved for himself the exclusive en. intended, the prize of his valour? Or joyment. A marvellous power is attri. more, suppose her heart's own idol should buted to this herb ; the most durable be despoiled of four or five of his front and the most inveterate maladies do not teeth. Suppose him kneeling at the feet resist it—it serves even to nourish the of his Amanda, with a pair of black eyes mind ; and Rübezahl permits only a and a most sumptuous bloody nose, small number of his favourites to gather trying to look her into love and pity. it. Nay, since these ladies of old were wont Once upon a time there was a lady of to dress the wounds of their champions, distinction, who resided at Liegnitz, fell fancy one of our day applying bits of raw dangerously ill ; fearing for her life, she beef, or an oyster, to the battered visual sent for a peasant of the mountains, and orbs her lover! I fear the ladies have omised him ge reward, if he would sadly degenerated.
bring her a yellow balsam from RübeYour remark, Mr. Burke, was correct, zahl's garden. Seduced by the tempta“ The age of chivalry is past.” Even tion of gain, the peasant ventured to undertake the adventure. When he had The phantom's locks were more disor. reached the wild and desert place in dered; his cloak floated in the air in which the garden is situated, he perceived larger folds ; lightnings flashed from his the wonderful plant, and, seizing a spade, eyes. He cried, with a voice which made he prepared to dig it up; but, while he the mountain tremble, “ What are you was trenching the earth, a furious wind about there?” suddenly arose, and a voice like thunder The abysses repeated, “What are you sounded in his ears words which he did about there?" not comprehend. He rose up quite “I seek the yellow balsam," answered frightened, and advanced towards the the peasant; "a sick woman has proplace whence the noise proceeded. mised to pay me well for it." Scarcely was he able to resist the wind, The giant could no longer retain bis and keep himself upright. Presently, anger." Madman! did I not caution on the ridge of a rock, he saw the move. you; and you dare return? Now, you ment of a gigantic apparition. The possess it, save yourself if you can!” phantom had the human form ; his long At the same instant flames appeared beard hung down to his breast; a large, to fall on the criminal, and to burn his hooked nose gave him a deformed visage; face; the powerful club flew round in his menacing eyes seemed to dart light the air, and dashed a rock near him into nings ; his locks and his cloak floated shivers ; the ground trembled under his in the wind of the tempest. In one of feet; a frightful clap of thunder assisted his hands was an enormous club, full of to stun him, and he fell down senseless. knots.
He did not come to himself until long “What are you about there?” cried afterwards ; the club had disappeared, this supernatural being to the peasant. and the thunder growled less loudly ;
The peasant, conquering, like a brave but he still thought he heard the reman, the alarm which at first seized him, sounding voice of the spirit, and his answered, “ I seek the yellow balsam ; limbs were as if they had been broken; a sick woman has promised to pay me however, he grasped the balsam in his well for it.'
hand. At last, soaked with rain, sur. “ That which you hold you may take rounded with thick fogs, shoved here away,” replied the giant ; “but take and there by malevolent genii, he crawled good care not to come a second time.” from rock to rock all the night and all At these words, he brandished bis club the following day, without knowing with a terrible gesture and disappeared. where he was; at length a collier, having
The peasant pensively descended the found him half dead with fatigue, carried mountain, and the lady thought herself him into his cabin ; there be took some happy when she saw herself in posses- repose, and got rid of his fright; after sion of the remedy which was to shorten which he hastened to return so Liegnitz. her sufferings. Her illness, in fact, di. The lady was delighted to see him again minished at the sight; nevertheless, she with the so much desired plant, and gave did not obtain a complete cure. She him so large a sum of money that he again sent for the peasant.
forgot the dangers he had run, and went “ Have you again the courage,” said joyfully home. Several weeks elapsed, she to him, “ to go and seek for me the the dame appeared almost cured ; neveryellow balsam?"
theless, she was not so entirely. “ Madam, answered the peasant, “ If I had a third balsam," said she, “the lord of the mountain appeared to “I am well convinced that I should be me, the first time, in a terrible shape, out of danger.” She then sent for the and forbade me, with threats, to set my peasant, who at first was unwilling to feet again in his garden. I have too
Instigated, however, by some much fear of offending him.”
evil spirit, he at length yielded to the However, the dame conquered his entreaties of the lady. fear, by the promise of a still larger sum “ Here I am, madam,” said he, on than the first; and, for the second time, entering ; “ what do you want with me? he determined to penetrate into Rübe. I hope that you do not require me to go zahl's domain ; but scarcely had he begun a third time for the balsam. Heaven to dig up the yellow balsam, when a keep me from doing so! I had a great frightful storm again arose, and the figure deal of difficulty to get back safe and appeared to him more menacing still sound from my last journey; I tremble than he had seen it on his first journey. yet when I think of it.”