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1855.] Chapter XI.- Lights and Shadows of Diplomatic Life. 703 snubbed, he always asks for leave of that was in him. He had pride on absence. If the castigation be severe, every subject. His name, his rank, he invariably, on his return to Eng- his station, a consciousness of natural land, goes to visit the leader of the quickness, a sense of aptitude to learn Opposition. This is the ritual. Sir whatever came before him-all gave Horace, however, only observed it in ‘him the same feeling of pride. half. He came home; but after his There's a deal of good in that lad," first morning's attendance at the Fo- said Harcourt to Upton, one evening reign Office, he disappeared ; none as the boy had left the room; “I like saw or heard of him. He knew well his strong affection for bis father, and all the value of mystery, and he ac- that unbounded faith he seems to have cordingly disappeared from public in Glencore's being better than every view altogether.

one else in the world." When, therefore, Harcourt's letter “ It is an excellent religion, my reached him, proposing that he should dear Harcourt, if it could only last !” visit Glencore, the project came most said the diplomate, smiling amiably. opportunely; and that he only accept- “ And why shouldn't it last ?" asked ed it for a day, was in the spirit of his the other, impatiently. habitual diplomacy, since he then gave “ Just because nothing lasts that himself all the power of an immediate has its origin in ignorance. The boy departure, or permitted the option of has seen nothing of life has had no remaining gracefully, in defiance of all opportunity for forming a judgment, pre-engagements, and all plans to be or instituting a comparison between elsewhere. We have been driven, for any two objects. The first shot that the sake of this small fact, to go a breaches that same fortress of belief, great way round in our history, but down will come the whole edifice !". we promise our reader that Sir Horace “You'd give a lad to the Jesuits, was one of those people whose motives then, to be trained up in every artifice are never tracked without a consider and distrust?" able detour. The reader knows now “ Far from it, Harcourt. I think why he was at Glencore-he always their system a mistake all through. knew how. The terrible interview The science of life must be self-learnwith Glencore brought back a second ed, and it is a slow acquisition. All relapse of greater violence than the that education can do is to prepare the first, and it was nigh a fortnight ere he mind to receive it. Now, to employ was pronounced out of danger. It the first years of a boy's life by storing was a strange life that Harcourt and him with prejudices, is just to encumUpton led in that dreary interval. ber a vessel with a rotten cargo, that Guests of one whose life was in utmost she must throw overboard before she peril, they met in that old gallery each can load with a profitable freight.” day to talk, in half whispered sentences, “ And is it in that category you'd over the sick man's case, and his class his love for his father ? asked chances of recovery.

the Colonel. Harcourt frankly told Upton that “Of course not; but any unnatural the first relapse was the consequence or exaggerated estimate of him is a of a scene between Glencore and him- great error, to lead to an equally unself. Upton made no similar confes- fair depreciation when the time of sion. He reflected deeply, however, deception is past. To be plain, Harover all that had passed, and came to court, is that boy fitted to enter one the conclusion that, in Glencore's pre- of our great public schools, stand the sent condition, opposition might pre- hard rough usage of his own equals, judice his chance of recovery, but ne- and buffet it as you or I have done?” ver avail to turn him from his project. “ Why not? or, at least, why He also set himself to study the boy's shouldn't he become so after a month character, and found it, in all re- or two ?" spects, the very type of his father's. “ Just because in that same month Great bashfulness united to great bold- or two he'd either die brokenhearted, ness, timidity and distrust, were there or plunge his knife in the heart of side by side with a rash, impetuous some comrade who insulted him." nature, that would hesitate at nothing “Not a bit of it. You don't know in pursuit of an object. Pride, how- him at all. Charley is a fine give-andever, was the great principle of his take fellow; a little proud, perhaps, being-the good and evil motive of all because he lives apart from all that are his equals. Let Glencore just take Again the Colonel looked mortified, courage to send him to Harrow or but evidently knew not how to resent Rugby, and my life on it, but he'll

this new sneer. be the manliest fellow in the school." “Well,” said he, after a pause,

“ I'll undertake, without Harrow or “the lad will not require to be a geRugby, that the boy should become nius." something even greater than that,” “So much the better for bim, prosaid Upton, smiling.

bably; at all events, so much the “Oh, I know you sneer at my ideas better for his friends, and all who are of what a young fellow ought to be," to associate with him." said Harcourt; “ but somehow you did Here he looked fixedly at Upton, not neglect these same pursuits your- who smiled a most courteous acquiesself. You can shoot as well as most cence in the opinion-a politeness that men, and you ride better than any I made poor Harcourt perfectly ashamed know of.”

of his own rudeness, and he continued “ One likes to do a little of every- hurriedly thing, Harcourt," said Upton, not at all “ He'll have abundance of money. displeased at this flattery; "and some- This life of Glencore's here will be like way it never suits a fellow, who really a long minority to him. A fine old feels that he has fair abilities, to do name and title, and the deuce is in it anything badly; so that it comes to if he can't rub through life pleasantly this, one does it well or not at all. enough with such odds." Now you never heard me touch the “I believe you are right, after all

, piano ?”

Harcourt," said Upton, sighing, and “Never.”

now speaking in a far more natural “ Just because I'm only an inferior tone ; "it is rubbing through with the performer, and so I only play when best of us, and no more !” perfectly alone.”

“If you mean that the process is : “ Egad, if I could only master a very irksome one, I enter my disse waltz, or one of the melodies, I'd be at once," broke in Harcourt. "I'a at it whenever any one would listen to not ashamed to own that I like i me."

prodigiously; and if I be spared to s “You're a good soul, and full of so, I'm sure I'll have the same sturs amiability, Harcourt,” said Upton ; to tell fifteen or twenty years bence, but the words sounded very much as and yet I'm not a genius!”. though he said, “You're a dear, good, "No!" said Upton, smiling a bland sensible creature, without an atom of assent, self-respect or esteem."

“Nor a philosopher either," said Indeed, so conscious was Harcourt Harcourt, irritated at the acknor. that the expression meant no compli- ledgment. ment, that he actually reddened and “Certainly not,” chimed in Uptos, looked away. At last he took cou. with another smile. rage to renew the conversation, and “ Nor have I any wish to be one said

or the other,” rejoined Harcourt, nor • And what would you advise for really provoked. “I know right well the boy, then ?"

that if I were in trouble or difficulty “I'd scarcely lay down a system, to-morrow_if I wanted a friend to help but I'll tell you what I would not do.

me with a loan of some thousand I'd not bore him with mathematics ; l'a pounds it is not to a genius or a phinot put his mind on the stretch in any losopher I'd look for the assistance." direction; I'd not stile the develop- It is ever a chance shot that ex. ment of any taste that may be strug- plodes a magazine, and so is it that gling within him, but rather encou- random speech is sure to hit the mark rage and foster it, since it is precisely by such an indication you'll get some

that has escaped all the efforts of skil.

ful direction. clue to his nature. Do you understand me?"

these last words, and he fixed his pe

Upton winced and grew pale at " I'm not quite sure I do; but I believe you'd leave him to something

netrating grey eyes upon the speaker like utter idleness.”

with a keenness all his own. Har

court, however, bore the look without " What to you, my dear Harcourt, would be utter idleness, I've no doubt,

the slightest touch of uneasiness. The but not to him, perhaps."

honest Colonel had spoken without any hidden meaning, nor had he the

slightest intention of a personal appli- This is not a bad refuge just now. cation in his words. of this fact Up- They cannot make out where I am, ton appeared soon to be convinced, for and all the inquiries at my club are his features gradually recovered their answered by a vague impression that wonted calmness.

I have gone back to Germany, which “ How perfectly right you are, my the people at F. O. are aware is not dear Harcourt,” said he, mildly. “The the case. I have already told you that man who expects to be happier by the my suggestion has been negatived in possession of genius, is like one who the Cabinet ; it was ill-timed, Allingwould like to warm himself through a ton says, but I ventured to remind his burning-glass.

lordship that a policy requiring years “ Egad, that is a great consolation to develop, and more years still to push for us slow fellows,” said Harcourt, to profitable conclusion, is not to be laughing; “and now what say you to reduced to the category of mere aproa game at ecarté, for I believe it is just pos measures. He was vexed, and the one solitary thing I am more than replied weakly and angrily-I rejoined, your match in ?"

and left him. Next day he sent for “I accept inferiority in a great me, but my reply was, 'I was leaving many others," said Upton, blandly; town'-and I left. I don't want the “ but I must decline the challenge, for Bath, because it would be ill-timed;" I have a letter to write, and our post so that they must give me Vienna, or here starts at daybreak.'

be satisfied to see me in the House and “ Well, I'd rather carry the whole the Opposition ! bag than indite one of its contents," “Your tidings of Brekenoff came exsaid the Colonel, rising, and, with a actly in the nick. Allington said hearty shake of the hand, he left the pompously that they were sure of him; room.

so I just said, Ask him if they would A letter was fortunately not so great like our sending a Consular Agent to an infliction to Upton, who opened Cracow ? It seems that he was so his desk at once, and with a rapid flurried by a fancied detection, that he hand traced the following lines : made a full acknowledgment of all.

But even at this Allington takes no “ MY DEAR PRINCESS,-My last will alarm. The malady of the Treasury have told you how and why I came benches is deafness, with a touch of here; I wish I but knew in what way blindness. What a cumbrous piece of to explain why I still remain! Imagine bungling machinery is this boasted rethe dreariest desolation of Calabria in presentative government of ours ! No a climate of fog and sea-drift-sunless promptitude-no secrecy! Everything skies, leafless trees, impassable roads debated, and discussed, and discouthe outdoor comforts, the joys within, raged, before begun ; every blot-bit depending on a gloomy old house, with for an antagonist to profit by! Even a few gloomier inmates, and a host on the characters of our public men exa sick bed. Yet with all this I believe posed, and their weaknesses displayed I am better; the doctor, a strange un- to view, so that every state of Europe sophisticated creature, a cross between may see where to wound us, and through Galen and Caliban, seems to have bit whom! There is no use in the Coun. off what the great dons of science never tess remaining here any longer; the could detect—the true seat of my ma- King never noticed her at the last ball; lady. He says—and he really reasons she is angry at it, and if she shows her out his case ingeniously—that the brain irritation she'll spoil all. "I always has been working for the inferior thought Josephine would fail in Engnerves, not limiting itself to cerebral land. It is, indeed, a widely different functions, but actually performing the thing to succeed in the small Courts of humbler office of muscular direction, Germany and our great whirlpool of and soforth; in fact, a field-marshal St. James. You could do it, my dear doing duty for a common soldier! I friend; but where is the other dare almost fancy I can corroborate his view, attempt it? from internal sensations ; I have a kind “ Until I hear from you again I can of secret instinct that he is right. Poor come to no resolution. One thing is brain, why it should do the work of clear, they do not, or they will not, another department, with abundance see the danger I have pointed out to of occupation of its own, I cannot make them. All the home policy of our out. But, to turn to something else. country is drifting, day by day, towards a democracy--how in the name An Englishman, it would seem, must of common sense then is our foreign always hate his wife if she cannot love policy to be maintained at the stand- him; and after all, how involuntary ard of the holy alliance? What an are all affections, and what a severe absurd juxtaposition is there between penalty is this for an unwitting offence. popular rights and an alliance with the “ He ponders over this calamity, Czar! This peril will overtake them just as if it were the crushing stroke one day or another, and then, to escape by which a man's whole career was to from national indignation, the minister, be finished for ever. The stupidity of whoever he may be, will be driven to all stupidities is in these cases to fly from make war. But I can't wait for this; the world, and avoid society. By doing and yet were I to resign, my resig- this a man rears a barrier he never can nation would not embarass them - it repass; he proclaims aloud his senti. would irritate and annoy, but not dis- ment of the injury, quite forgetting all concert. Brekenoff will surely go home the offence he is giving to the hundredon leave. You ought to meet him; he and-fifty others, who, in the same preis certain to be at Ems. It is the re- dicament as himself, are by no means fuge of disgraced diplomacy. Try if disposed to turn hermits on account of something cannot be done with him. it. Men make revolutionary governHe used to say formerly your's were the ments, smash dynasties, transgress laws, only dinners now in Europe. He hates but they cannot oppose contenances! Allington. This feeling, and his love I need scarcely say that there is for white truffles, are I believe the only nothing to be gained by reasoning with clues to the man. Be sure, however, him. He has worked himself up to 3 that the truffles are Piedmontese; they chronic fury, and talks of vengeance have a slight flavour of garlic, rather all day long like a Corsican. For conagreeable than otherwise. Like Jose

pany here I have an old brother-oficer phine's lisp, it is a defect that serves for of my days of tinsel and pipeclay: a distinction. The article in the Beaux excellent creature whom I amuse niya Mondes was clever, prettily written, self by tormenting. There is also and even well worked out; but state Glencore's boy-a strange, dreary kind affairs are never really well treated save of haughty fellow, an exaggeratione by those who conduct them. One must his father in disposition, but with good have played the game himself to under- abilities. There are not the elements stand all the nice subtleties of the con- of much social agreeability, but you test. These your mere reviewer or know, dear friend, how little I stand newspaper scribe never attains to; and in need of what is called company. then he has no reserves-none of those Your last letter, charming as it was, kas mysterious concealments, that are to afforded me all the companionship negociations like the eloquent pauses could desire. I have re-read it till I of conversation — the moment when know it by heart. I could almost dialogue ceases and real interchange chide you for that delightful little of ideas begins.

party in my absence, but of course it 6. The fine touch, the keen 'apercu, was, as all you ever do is, perfectly belongs alone to those who have had right; and after all I am, perhaps, not to exercise these same qualities in the sorry that you had those people when treatment of great questions; and hence I was away, so that we shall be more it is, that though the public be often chez soi when we meet. But when is much struck, and even enlightened, that to be? Who can tell? My me by the powerful article' or the able dico insists upon five full weeks for my • leader,' the statesman is rarely taught cure. Allington is very likely in his anything by the journalist, save the present temper to order me back to my force and direction of public opinion. post. You seem to think that you

“I had a deal to say to you about must be in Berlin when Seckendorf arpoor Glencore, whom you tell me you rives, so that

But I will not remember ; but how to say it. He

darken the future by gloomy forebodis broken-hearted — literally broken. ings. I could leave this, that is if hearted—by her desertion of him. It

any urgency required it, at once, but was one, of those ill-assorted leagues if possible it is better I should remain

, which cannot hold together. Why at least a little longer. My last meetthey did not see this, and make the ing with Glencore was unpleasant. best of it -- sensibly, dispassionately, Poor fellow, his temper is not what even amicably--it is difficult to say, it used to be, and he is forgetful of

what is due to one whose nerves are and his thin lips close tightly, as some in the sad state of mine. You shall painful impression crossed him; now hear all my complainings when we again a smile, a slight laugh even, be. meet, dear princess, and with this I trayed the passing of some amusing kiss your hand, begging you to accept, conception. " It was easy to see how all mes homages' et mes regards. such a nature could suffice to itself, and

( H. U. how little he needed of that give-and“ Your letter must be addressed take which companionship supplies. • Leenane, Ireland.' Your last had He could—to steal a figure from our only Glencore' on it, and not very steam language-he could "bank his legibly either, so that it made what I fires," and await any, energy, and, wished I could, the tour of Scotland while scarcely consuming, any fuel; before reaching me.”

prepare for the most trying demand

upon his powers. A hasty movement Sir Horace read over his letter care. of feet overhead, and the sound of fully as though it had been a despatch, voices talking loudly, aroused him from and when he bad done, folded it up his reflections, while a servant entered with an air of satisfaction. He had abruptly to say, that Lord Glencore said nothing that he wished unsaid ; wished to see him immediately, and he had mentioned a little about " Is his lordship worse?" asked Upeverything he desired to touch upon. ton. He then took his “ drops” from a “ No sir; but he was very angry queer-looking little phial he carried with the young lord this evening about about with him, and having looked something; and they say, that with at his face in a pocket-glass, he half the passion he opened the bandage on closed his eyes in reverie.

his head, and set the vein a-bleeding Strange, confused visions were they again. Billy Traynor is there now that flitted through his brain. Thoughts trying to stop it." of ambition the most daring, fancies “I'll go up stairs,” said Sir Horace, about health, speculations in politics, rising, and beginning to fortify himself finance, religion, literature, the arts, with caps, and capes, and comforterssociety - all came and went. Plans precautions that he never omitted and projects jostled each other at every when moving from one room to the instant. Now his brow would darken, other.

CHAPTER XII.

A NIGHT AT SEA.

GLENCORE's chamber presented a scene of confusion and dismay as Upton entered. The sick man had torn off the bandage from his temples, and so roughly as to reopen the half-closed artery, and renew the bleeding. Not alone the bedclothes and the curtains, but the faces of the assistants around him, were stained with blood, which seemed the more ghastly from contrast with their pallid cheeks. They moved hurriedly to and fro, scarcely remembering what they were in search of, and evidently deeming his state of the greatest peril. Traynor, the only one whose faculties were unshaken by the shock, sat quietly beside the bed, big fingers firmly compressed upon the ori. fice of the vessel, while, with the other hand, he motioned to them to keep silence.

Glencore lay with closed eyes, breathing long and laboured inspira

tions, and at times convulsed by a slight shivering. His face, and even his lips, were bloodless, and his eyelids of a pale, livid hue. So terribly like the approach of death was his whole appearance, that Upton whispered in the “ doctor's ear

“ Is it over? Is he dying?" “No, Upton," said Glencore, for, with the acute hearing of intense nervousness he had caught the words * It is not so easy to die."

"There now- no more talkin'-no discoorsin' azy and quiet is now the word,"

“ Bind it up and leave me — leave me with him ;" and Glencore pointed to Upton.

“I darn't move out of this spot," said Billy, addressing Upton. “You'd have the blood coming out, per saltim, if I took away my finger.”

“You must be patient, Glencore,”

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