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notice Merlino’s | and their washing, (2) a familiar story eges ?” said Firebras thoughtfully. of the defrauded dog who went straight "One is higher than the other. I out and fetched a policeman, and (3) a never like that kind of man to look at venerable jest that recalled the fifth

form room in which Calverley had first “Then you think it's the evil eye. heard it. Leaving the young man Would it do me any good to go to Aus- happy in that he had made conversatralia ? Can't you make an image of tion, he turned to his next neighbor him ? I wouldn't mind sticking pins and casually asked news of Merlino into it."

and his operetta of “Paula and Vir“You forget he has the start of us,” ginius.” said Firebras, and he went on making “Merlino's gone for good.” pencil dots and dashes on an old enve- Calverley thought of Firebras and lope, brooding over it as if he were queried the statement. planning the environment of a soul, “Yes, gone yesterday morning. While Calverley watched him anxiously, Uncle, a rich hotel-keeper in the lighting his pipe again and again. Ticino, makes Merlino his heir, leaves

At last Firebras rose up and strode him business and a million francs to ibe room with his chin on his breast. carry it on with. Do better at that

“Cheer up,” he said, “I'll pull you than he did with Paula and what's-histhrough if you'll pull your nerves to- name, eh ?” gether. To-night I've no traps with Is that really a fact?said Calme and couldn't get them. To-morrow verley. I must be at the bank about some trans- Why, did he owe you anything ? fers in an estate I'm trustee of, but I'll Abuse his hotel in paragraphis if he be here in the evening, and we'll try a doesn't cash up, or praise the cookery counter-spell. You take a long walk, at the other place. Hotel-keeping is and —

the only industry in the Ticino. Ever “I can't,” said Calverley pitifully. heard the story of the revolution

“Then begin the day with a cold there, and the crowd, marching on the douche and dumb-bells. Drink noth- Town Hall singing the Marseillaise, ing but soda water, and don't smoke or were dispersed by somebody shouting eat anything but a little bread and Waiter !! Every one answered the fruit. Your nerves are all anyhow." Italian for Coming, sir !’ and —"

“Yes Calverley forced a smile But Calverley was gone home, unI really think they are."

escorted. “Why not walk down to the club with me ? It will do you good to have Firebras is a very serious man.

I do a chat with your fellow-creatures, not know what craft he follows or what and," Firebras added, with the faintest he does with his life. To play the shadow of a smile, “you are sure to violin or fence with the rapier, you find some one coming your way who must give up some hours daily. Firewill see you home.”

bras gives a life to wanderings about the earth, to look at its ways through

half-shut eyes, and reading books that DAZED, as a man suddenly coming dead and gone people wrote, knowing from the darkness into strong suulight, that Firebras would read and appreCalverley went back to the world of ciate. He is a very wise man, and he three weeks ago. He had supper at | talks of things that no one else speaks the club, and in the joy of reunion with of because they cling somewhere about bis kind, and prospective release of all our hearts. Firebras, he listened with smiles of He came to Calverley's rooms at nine encouragement while a very young li in the evening, full of sympathy and man entertained him with (1) UNTV entre a great gladstone which Calkuown figment of the Scili anders verleguayed as if it were timed for a




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doorstep explosion. Firebras noticed | been due either to any want of conat once the change in his friend. sciousness of the fascination of the

“You look better already,” he said, subject, or lack of enthusiasm. Nor unbuckling the straps of the bag. can I plead that, amid other concerns, “I've got everything here to work the my recollections have become blurred. counter-spell, and I've found all out So far from that being the case, I have, about Merlino. And I've not the after the lapse of ten or more years, slightest hesitation now in putting all the most vivid remembrance of my first my knowledge at your service. He's meeting with Rossetti. a bigger rascal than I thought. 27A This was in January, 1882. I was Maryborough Mansions, is his address. then a little girl at school, full of proud Il's a garret in an old Soho house con- fancies and ambitious desires, and my verted into flats, and Merlino keeps the opportunity of first seeing London only key — living by himself, cooking came now, when it was decided that macaroni and opera tunes. I believe I Mr. Rossetti would seek health and am strong enough.”

change at Birchington-on-Sea. My Calverley was strong enough to laugh brother was Mr. Rossetti's house-mate, ungratefully.

and I remember that at this time a visit “I think — I think it's been my un- to Cumberland had just terminated. due sensitiveness to trifles," he said. Together they had lived at a house in “I really feel all right now. What did St. John's-in-the-Vale, half-way beyou propose to do ?” he asked.

tween Grasmere and Keswick, and But Firebras was staring into the quite close to “ The Haunted Castle" hot coals. There was a long silence. rock, which Scott has made famous. Calverley lighted a cigar, let it out, lit The whole district is indeed sacred it again and then added :

ground to the lover of poetry and fic"And besides, Merlino, has gone to tion, and not the least interesting of Italy ; and

the associations of the country must be “And so now you think you have the house in Fisher Place, which was fancied it all,” answered Firebras Mr. Rossetti's residence during his stay slowly, and he got up and strapped up in Cumberland. The mountain air did the gladstone very tightly and sharply. Mr. Rossetti good, but it was a feeble "Well, good-night, Calverley ; you're antidote to the persistent draughts of

man of a wonderful imagination. chloral. He could not appreciate, or You ought to be a war correspondent.” he tired of, the remote life of the

Calverley laughed light-heartedly, but country, and his return to London was when Firebras went he bolted the door not long delayed. But his sinking after him, from three weeks' habit, and health soon prompted another change, then unbolted it again, with a blush this time to the seaside. It was just at and an apologetic shrug.

this time that I first saw Rossetti.

I remember my wild delight in starting for London ; and, arrived at Euston, how bewildered and amazed I was with

the bustle and excitement of the staA CHILD'S RECOLLECTIONS OF ROSSETTI. tion. My brother soon discovered me,

SOME time ago Mr. William Michael and we drove off to Mr. Rossetti's Rossetti suggested that a picture of his house, No. 16 Cheyne Walk, Chelsea. brother, as viewed by a child, would be The house seemed to my childish of great interest; that its attractiveness fancy big, heavy, and dull. We passed would be quite distinct from anything into the hall, which was spacious but hitherto given to the world ; and that, rather forbidding at least to childish as an aspect of the poet-painter which fancy so sombre, so dark. The floor I (almost alone) could supply, I shouldl was of black and white marble. About not hesitate to record my early impres- everything there was an atmosphere sions. The delay on my part has not of departed grandeur, so that I was

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not surprised to learn that the house “ Three thousand pounds," replied bad once been tenanted by a lady who the innkeeper. ascended the throne of England. To At that there was a burst of united the right hand as we entered was a | laughter from the young artists. door leading to what I learned to be “Do you know how much I would the dining-room, but as Mr. Rossetti give for your three thousand pound always had dinner in the studio, the picture ?" dining-room was never used, and in “How much ?” asked the innkeeper. the course of years it fell into neglect. “ Three pounds,” said Rossetti. On the left was the breakfast-room, “Done,” said the innkeeper promptMr. Rossetti breakfasted in ly; and to his amazement and amuse

' bed, this apartment would have simi- ment Mr. Rossetti found himself the larly fallen into disuse had not my owner of the colossal canvas. brother made it his study. Round There were other immense things in about in the dark hall we're one or two addition to the picture, and I well statues, but in still darker corners I remember the curious effect produced could dimly discern old oak cabinets. among all the sombre surroundings by The corridor was so dark that I found a great mirror at the top of the first myself coming into collision with old flight of stairs. The drawing-room oak chairs and cabinets which were so was very gloomy, yet it was naturally a shaky on their foundatious as to totter bright and lightsome room. for minutes after they were touched. view of the river and Battersea Park

The walls were lined with pictures, on the other side, making as interesting most of them Mr. Rossetti's early a prospect as could perhaps be found in efforts, but there was one bigger than all London. But the furniture was all the rest which must not be men- heavy and lately old-fashioned — the tioned in the same category. What its worst fashion of all. The silver cansubject was I never knew, nor could dlesticks were black with age and disany one make it out unless he hap-use, and the

candelabra pened to pass with a lighted candle. suspended from the ceiling, now heavy I have heard that it was a hideous with the accumulated dust of years, thing, very crude, as vulgar as a sign- bad a history of its own, being, I bepost, and obviously the work of an lieve, once the property of Garrick. artist of the sigopost quality. Perhaps The faded splendor of the room was I should never bave mentioned the ex- made the more interesting by some istence of the extraordinary production curious water-color drawings by Mrs. bad I not chanced to hear its not less Rossetti, his wife. They were in brilextraordinary history.

liant blues and greens, and contrasted It seenied that one day when Mr. strangely with their surroundings. Rossetti was a student of art he hap

In the breakfast-room there were pened to go along with some fellow several family portraits.

There was students into the East End of London. one very beautiful picture of Miss There, in a wharfside inn, he saw this Christina Rossetti as a child ; and animmense canvas on the barroom wall. other very striking picture of Mrs. After laughing at it for some time, Rossetti, his mother, was the work of and thus provoking the innkeeper's the poet-painter. The furniture in the wrath, the following conversation took room was deeply interesting to me place : —

all of it sombre to a degree. I had “Where did you get that picture ?

seen such massive carvings. Oh, never mind, young man, where Then in every corner in which shelves I got it."

could be placed there

books “What price do you set on it ?closely packed. “More than you can afford.

About a couple of hours after my “Indeed," said Rossetti. “Now, arrival my brother took me into the how much ?"

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studio was probably the largest room in bed. Nurse Abery was a kind, good the house, and was on the ground floor, soul, and when she saw that my eyes overlooking the very much neglected were fearsomely attracted to a portrait garden at the back. There was mat- of Cromwell just opposite the bed, she ting on the floor, and ranged round the really laughed away my fear. room, leaning against the walls, were But I had not long been in the house numberless canvases, all of them pic- before I heard — from what source I tures in a state of progress. A great have now forgotten — of a ghost which deal of space was occupied in this way ; was met with there. This was another but near the big fireplace were a couch trouble, and a source of concern to and two great chairs, commodious but more than myself. It was a woman, amazingly overgrown, as they seemed and appeared sometimes at the top of to me. Over the mantelpiece was a the second flight of stairs.

She restudy of the Beatrice of Dante. The treated to the room overlooking the work was mainly done in black and Embankment: She had been white

crayon, the hair alone being more than once in the place, but I painted, and that, needless to add, was think never by Mr. Rossetti himself. of the subdued auburn hue which not The ghost-seers were, I believe, in long afterwards had such an extraordi- every instance the servants. But Mr. nary vogue. My eyes quickly rested Rossetti himself was so far under the upon what, in the dim light, I could influence of the superstition that he only make out to be a headless woman. would never laugh when they menThat object filled me with terror, and I tioned the mysterious visitor. I reverily believed that I had got into member that, in defiance of the story, Bluebeard's secret chamber when I my brother volunteered — very uncharcaught sight of the collection of heads acteristically — to sleep in the haunted on the floor. I was not easily recon- bedroom, and go to bed without a canciled to the painter's wooden models. dle ; but whether he did so at that Just then I heard a voice : “Is that time I cannot remember. All I do you, Caine ?I looked round to dis- recollect is that the poet always was cover who had spoken, and then I too serious on such subjects to encourfound that deep down in one of the big age any kind of trifling with them or chairs was Mr. Rossetti. My brother defiance of their meaning. replied that he was bringing in his sis- When we left for Birchington-onter.

Sea, in the Isle of Thanet, I was "Ah !" said Mr. Rossetti. “And delighted with Mr. Rossetti's companwhat's your name ?"

ionship. I had never met a man so I am afraid I was a little dazed, for full of ideas interesting and attractive the last curious thing to attract my at- to a child. Indeed, now that I look tention was the black glove Mr. Ros- back on it, I feel that Mr. Rossetti was setti wore on his left hand. But I soon wondrously sweet, tender, and even recovered myself. Then Mr. Rossetti playful with a child, and I am the more pretended not to catch my name. Per- struck by this as I reflect that, except haps lie wanted to tease me a bit. for his own little niece and nephew When I answered “Lily," he said, (now, like myself, no longer little), he “Oh, yes, Minnie."

was not very much accustomed to their "No, no," I said ; "Lily."

troublesome ways and noisy chatter. "Ah, Jenny."

On this journey from Cheyne Walk “No, no ; my name's Lily.”

to the station he talked all the way, “I have got it at last,” he said, with and had tales to tell me of every cona merry laugli : "

Lily — that's a very spicuous object that came into view. pretty name."

When he saw the piano-organ fiend Then he chatted quite gaily until grinding out a tune at express speed, dinner was ready, when I was taken in he said : “Now you don't tolerate hand by the nurse and packed off to those things in Liverpool, do you ?"

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“Oh, yes,” I said, we do, and might get on very well after all. He rather enjoy them.”

selected a room from which the nurse Perhaps I have changed my mind could easily hear his call — for Mr. since then.

Rossetti was an undoubted invalid at We travelled by the London, Chat- this time, and his nights were often bam, and Dover Railway, and as the wakeful liours for the nurse. porter was labelling the luggage Mr. At dinner that evening he rarely Rossetti took me by the band. We spoke, and when later he got seated were interested in the porter's opera- before the fire, he said he wondered tions, and Mr. Rossetti was amused at why he had ever left home. 66 We the company's initial letters – L. C. must really go back to-morrow, D. R.

Caine." "Why, Lily,” said he, “they knew My brother advised him to stay and we were coming. That stands for Lily give the climate a trial, if only for a Caine and Dante Rossetti."

week; then, if it did not suit, we A minute later and Mr. Rossetti would instantly return. seemed full of nervous anxiety to go This seemed to satisfy him, and for back home. The turmoil of the busy an hour or two he sat looking straight station irritated him, and he longed for into the fire. His legs were crossed the quietness of Cheyne Walk. Just and his head buried in his chest. Sudthen the train came up, but it was denly he would lean up, in great haste not without some persuasion that my take off the black glove he habitually brother could induce him to take his wore on the left hand, and hold his seat. During the journey to the sea- hand to the fire. I wondered why that side he changed his mind upon every hand should be so much protected and point a score of times, but Nurse yet so cold. It was not until a later Abery's patience was inexhaustible. date that I found to my pain that his

At last we reached Birchington, and hand was half paralyzed. as we walked through the gate of the As I rose to say good-night he looked West Cliff Bungalow (now called the up and smiled. In a gentle way lie Rossetti Bungalow) Mr. Rossetti shook hands and said : “Going to bed ? stooped down and whispered in my ear Yes, you must be tired. Good-night, that my brother should not hear any Lily.disparaging remarks about our Nurse Abery did all in her power to home : Lily, I don't think this looks meet Mr. Rossetti's wishes and make like a house. Do you? It's more like his bedroom comfortable, but with another L. C. and D. R. station." little good. The room was too hot, and

But, if the bungalow was not very the fire must be put out. But the fire bandsome to the eye of the painter, it was scarcely extinguished than Mr. was exceedingly cosy within. There Rossetti complained of the chilling air.

a long corridor and rooms on The fire was rekindled, and piles of either side. At the further end was clothes were put on the bed, but Mr. the drawing-room running the width of Rossetti pot satisfied till the the house. Rossetti sat down here hearthrug was made use of as a topand rested while the enormous load of most quilt. Nurse Abery understood trunks was being brought in. There her patient's trouble, and knowing that was quite a small library of books, but the best way of giving ease to his mind Rossetti could not be persuaded to look was to satisfy every demand, she at anything. He had changed his mind obeyed every command and gratified

He said he needed no every wish in her power. change, and asked crossly why he had Mr. Rossetti breakfasted in bed, and been brought there a place like that! usually came into the drawiny-room He could see no beauty or comfort any- about noon. On our first morning at where. Then, quite suddenly, he be- Birchington, a position with a north came reconciled, and admitted that hellight had to be found for the easel.






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