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the character of " loan was too probably, duced to speak of his American journey, like many similar transactions which had and never of the matter which had occu. gone before, more figment than reality. pied him when away. It was only through Nevertheless, out of the last of John's for other channels that one or two of the facts tune the money was provided, and “the came to light. First of all, it appeared, king went off to secure his passage. he had made certain that his former sweet

On the night before sailing he returned heart had been actually married by the to the village to bid his friends good-bye. somewhat slippery“ king; "afterwards he Particularly lordly and gay in spirit he had employed his remaining means in seeappeared, it was afterwards remembered, ing the two fairly establislied in life. The as he went about his smart new clothes, greater part, however, of the three years talking of the great things he was going of his absence was never accounted for. to do " across the little mill-pond, you And now he was home again, a lonely know.” He did not bid his family good-man and poor; for his mother had died bye that night. He would not require to meanwhile, and of all the great estate start before morning, and they would “see which had once been his there was nothhim off” then. But in the morning, when ing left but the humble cottage he had they got up, it was found that “the king " built with his own hands. There he took had already gone. The worst deed, too, up bis abode, and there as the years came because the most treacherous, of his life, and went he lived on, a quiet, almost a had still to be discovered. It was found recluse's life. It was not that he might that in leaving the village he had not gone not have married had he so desired. alone.

There was more than one comely lass in When told that his betrothed had fled, the district whose eyes turned with interand with whom, John's face and lips, they est upon the grave, blond-bearded man as say, became grey as ashes. He turned he passed, and who would have been will. from his informant without a word, busied ing enough, so it was said, to fill the empty himself about the work he was engaged place at his hearth. But he was attracted on till it was finished, and, having settled by none of them, and the years went by, his affairs, was on the way to New York and gradually he became an old man. One by the packet following that in which the little foible grew up in his mind in his fugitives had sailed.

latter days – one thing that came to him Travelling was in those days by no out of the wreck of his inheritance. His means so rapid as it has now become, but race had been holders of land in the par. one might be expected to make the return ish time out of mind; it is said indeed journey to America within three months. that they could trace their descent back It was three years, however, before John to the vounger branch of a noble house.

- was seen again. When he did in this fact he came to take a certain fixed come back to the village, it was as another though silent pride, and in order to make

Trouble had written deep lines sure that the name should not cease to be upon his face, and there was a graver ten represented, that quite the whole of their derness than before in the steady look of ancient possessions should not pass away his eyes. The days of his youth, it could from the race, he left by will his cottage be seen, were over; the flower of his life and the little piece of ground around it to had been torn up by the roots, and would his eldest nephew, the eldest son of the blossom no inore. Scenes like that which lost sweetheart of his youth. Tragedy, must have occurred when the brothers however, seemed to attend this purpose as came face to face again in the far west, it had attended the rest of his life. The with the knowledge of the truth between old man was not a month dead when the them, in the presence of the girl so fatally little place was sold by its new possessor, ignorant of it, do not leave even the and presently all that was left to mark the strongest heart unscathed. In a faded scene of a long life's memories was a heap letter found among John's papers after his of shapeless stones. death, there was a reference to one terri- Well was it that the old man was spared ble scene in which the truth had at last the knowledge of this indignity that was accidentally come to light, and John's de- to come. His last years were probably luded betrothed had at last suddenly be happy enough, haunted though they were come aware of her fatal mistake and of the by the memory of an old regret. Few real character of the brother she had pre. would have guessed that the octogenarian ferred. But all the story of that miserable going quietly about in his later days, with time never was known. Seldom after. a kindly word always to answer the greetwards could the chief actor in it be in-ling of the country folk and a gentle smile


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for the children, bad such a story in the different. In the first place, it had so background, such a chequering of sun. happened that there were comparatively shine and shadow, of tragic love, hope, few visitors; and these had seemed as changed fortunes, and disappointment. much attracted by the miniatures, letters, Yet bis was only one life among many, jewellery, etc., shown in cases in the cenand its episodes are only typical of the tres of the rooms, as in the pictures on the story which lies everywhere behind appar- walls. But in the next place, there was ently commonplace existence the sim. the peculiar nature of the exhibition itself. ple seeming existence even of a far-off Viewed merely as a collection of pictures, Highland village. This it. is which makes it must be frankly owned that the standard the poetry and the pathos and the mean is not high. 6. Pot-boilers" abound — too ing of rural life to those who have eyes to few of them that would bear comparison see and hearts to imagine.

with the noble pot-boilers of Franz Hals,
GEORGE EYRE-TODD. now on exhibition in Burlington House, in

which every stroke of the brush tells of the
confident freedom and knowledge which
came as the fruits of thorough training and

hard work; too many of them betraying
From Blackwood's Magazine.

conventional treatment, faulty materials,

or hurried execution, as if the painter had EXHIBITION.

been impatient to get to the coffee-house. I HAD been spending one of the most Yet it would be difficult to find a more delightful and exciting afternoons I ever satisfying expanse of color than that preremember. Fond as I am of pictures, and sented on the wall on the visitor's right unwilling to miss visiting any of the an-hand as he enters the North Gallery. A nual exhibitions, yet I find a gallery a few marble busts at long intervals are most trying place. My frame is generally relieved on a background of mellowed bowed with fatigue, my legs ache wofully canvas, and the eye is not cloyed with the - long before my eyes are satisfied with profusion of new gilding that detracts so the feast. Apart from the physical strain painfully from the charm of an exhibition of standing about for hours, there is some of modern pictures. The feeling of gold thing in the motionless, warm air of most is there, but the metal is tarnished, and picture-shows that takes it out of you; worn to a low harmony. iben it is cold outside — you carry in with But it is for the mind rather than the you a thick overcoat that soon weighs like senses that this treat has been prepared ; lead, there is nowhere to deposit it, you here Mnemosyne, the muse of memory must carry it about till you are half-cooked; presides. Of all the centuries of English and in addition to all this, there is the too- history, none lays hold more powerfully plentiful presence of your fellow-creatures. on the imagination than the eighteenth. A knot of people have gathered just in It is remote enough to be romantic - not front of a small picture you are especially so long past as to be indistinct. None of anxious to examine; they have got into the previous centuries have been brought interminable conversation about the pa so thoroughly within our understanding rochial affairs of Sludgebury, or the by literature; the influences which actuate County Council of Potatoshire; they us, the aspirations which inspire us, the could carry it on just as well anywhere customs we observe, seem to have taken else, but there they stand -- bulky, vocif- their birth among the men and women erous, abominably good-tempered; the with whom Chesterfield, Walpole, Selwyn, conference seems likely to last half the and Boswell have made us so intimate. afternoon. You pass on in despair, and Admit that this is a superficial view of presently become absorbed in contem. our civilization, but admit also that the plation of another work, till you are re- gulf which separates us from mediæval minded by an aura of impatience behind feeling lies on the far side of the seventeen you that you are yourself obstructing the hundreds, and that nothing divides us from view of others equally anxious, perhaps, the people of last century but the cident 10 get a fair view of the piece. All this of — death. Even this separation is hard and a thousand other little inconveniences to realize as you encounter the gaze of combine to inake your recreation a test of one after another of the well-known perphysical endurance.

sonages, whose eyes follow you somewhat But here - to-day in the New Gallery, wistfully as you pass along. among the enchanting objects which com- So, as I have said, the afternoon had pose the Guelph Exhibition, all had been been to me one long delight. The ex

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citement of meeting - in the flesh, I had | disengage themselves, and I could hardly nearly said - at all events, of being in the persuade myself that they were not living, visible presence of illustrious men and though motionless, men and women. Their beautiful women, who had all borne a part outlines rounded themselves or became in the making of England, had prevented more distinct, the discoloration of age or my feeling the exhaustion I had surely varnish slipped aside like a film, fresh earned. I drew a long sigh of gratitude hues revived in faded cheeks and tarnished on coming to the end of the gallery up- dresses. And presently they began to stairs, and finding a bench in a retired move. I left my place and wandered corner, I sat down to rest and meditate about like one in a trance. With the for a few minutes in the growing dusk. darkness silence had ceased; the air was But the bodily part of me had its revenge full of sound, but sound as unfamiliar and for the long innings of the intellectual, unearthly as the light. I could not at first and lulled by the tinkle of the fountain in distinguish its origin or nature, but as my the central court, I fell fast asleep. ears became accustomed to it, I recog.

When I awoke, all was dark and silent. nized it as the articulate speech of a crowd. I shall never forget the bewilderment - I could catch words and sentences as one the utter impossibility of recollecting does in the babbie of a large assembly; where I was. I had actually to retrace but, though it was human and English mentally every action of the previous day, speech, it had the indescribably small yet from the time I had left my house till I startlingly near character of a voice visited the pictures, and then – it was all sounding through a telephone. The voices clear. I had slept so long and so sound were those of the spirits of the pictures. that I had been overlooked when the gal. I was still in the balcony; but no lery was closed for the night, and I sooner did I realize that the spirits were

speaking than I conceived a strong desire I had not even a lucifer match to enable to go to the South Gallery, where the porme to see my watch. I was in total dark- traits of those distinguished in arts, letness, and scarcely dared to move, lest I ters, and science are collected. The should fall down some stairs, or run narrow staircase happened to be occupied against a glass case. It was not cold — by two persons, one in military uniform, that was something to be thankful for, the other a slightly framed, middle-aged and, after all, the morning must come, and man, fantastically draped in a dark red I had spent nights in far worse quarters furred mantle, and wearing long white lace than this. I was hungry, not ravenously cravat. I paused behind them, unwilling so, for, with advancing years, I have to interrupt their conversation by attemptgrown to rely more on luncheon and less ing to pass. on dinner than of yore, --still, visions of “I am positively getting tired of this, consommé aux aufs pochés floated tanta- Harry," said he of the furred cloak. “I lizingly before me, and I thought tenderly own I was delighted with it all at first; of côtelettes purée de marrons. I rose and but a month among these people has stretched myself; my slumbers on an driven me back upon the conviction I oaken bench had been soft, but still — oak formed a hundred and fifty years ago, that is oak and flesh is flesh. A clock within hardly one in a hundred of the people we the building struck twelve, and suddenly, know are worthy of acquaintance, and as the last sound of the bell died away, I were it not for you and Mason and two or became aware of a soft light spreading it three others, I should shrink from jumpself through the rooms. It grew steadily, ing out of the shades-like old Mrs. till at last every object was plainly visible Nugent out of her po'chaise - into ao

as plainly as in broad daylight, but with assembly." a difference. I cannot describe the strange “Don't be more misanthrope than of nature of this light; it was very pure, very yore, dear Horace," returned the soldier, soft, yet penetrating, but it took me some turning so as to show me his handsome minutes to realize its peculiarity – it cast and intelligent countenance. “I shall 10 shadows. It was indeed the “light return presently to look for you as soon that never was on sea or land." The as I have made my obeisance to the king; effect produced was one of interminable and I know I shalí find you closely hedged space ; the walls of the building and the in by the petticoats of all the pretty picture-frames seemed to recede or be- women in the place. How long have come intangible, though the pictures them- known you? Who will be more chagrined selves remained as clear as before. Nay, than you when the time comes that we all more so; for presently they appeared to have to separate once more? How well I

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remember your saying that, like a member tion of shouting "(I was aware that my too of Parliament's wife, you revived directly earthly voice was in loud contrast to the you came to London.''

delicate, metallic tones in which I was “Yes; but recollect I was then impris. addressed), “ I am not deaf. But stay oned in a wretchedly constructed carcass. I do not know — I have not the honor of My life, for the last thirty years of it, was recognizing your features ; your dress too but one long stratagem to escape the gout, — pardon me - but have I the good forbut my heart ever lay at Strawberry. tune to address a living gentleman ?

I owned to the substantial fact.
Fortune, who scatters her gifts out of season,
Though unkind to my limbs, had yet lest me

"I am indeed fortunate; it is what I my reason.

have longed for for years. Oh, you were

afraid of running up against me! My dear I lived much apart. You, who have ever sir, you may run through me if you please, moved in the great world, have been lured I should never feel it. I am a have been into believing in it. I, from my groves

a phantom a mere simulacrum. And from my philosopher's tub, if you widl obtained a clearer, less prejudiced view,

you – you are still really solid.”

“I am indeed,” I answered excitedly, and could distinguish scarcely one who “and I'm so glad to meet you, for I'm trewas not either scamp or dullard."

mendously interested in spooks – I beg “ Horace, Horace ! ” said the soldier

your pardon - in spirits. I never saw quietly, smiling but shaking his head.

one before.” 'Harry, you know there are excep- Well, I am infinitely at your service, tions,” returned the other; “none knows sir,” he rejoined :" and I think I can symbetter than yourself how grateful I am for pathize with you. Let me make myself them. Never suppose that I hold myself | known to vou - I am the uncle of the late to be one of these exceptions. I have not, Earl of Orford ;' it is possible you may like Pope,

have heard of me as Horace Walpole." Made every vice and private folly known

(I bowed.) “Well, as you know, I became

Lord Orford later. In friend or foe, a stranger to his own.

You look perplexed

- permit me to explain. We have been Nay, I have lived selfisbly, peevishly, with brought here by our great-grandchildren shallow joys and narrow aim, but, thank to illustrate the history of our century heaven ! I have never been found dull. I that is to say, our portraits have been may have often been hated, but I never brought here, and we that is, our disemwas dreaded as a bore. I have seldom bodied spirits - are permitted • nay, been loved, but many have coveted my directed — to associate ourselves with our society. Gods ! what is the cruel law of pictures each night from twelve to three. moral chemistry that makes dulness an This, as you probably are aware, is a inevitable ingredient of temperance and standing order in the Shades, wherever chastity ? Now begone! do your devoir our pictures happen to be; the only choice and return. I shall wait about for you." allowed us is as to which of our portraits

Left alone, he paced restlessly up and we shall attach ourselves for the night. down the landing muttering to himself, Now it so happens that every existing and smiling with a peculiar, calm, though portrait of me hangs in a country-house penetrating look in his dark eyes. They, where it is the rarest thing possible for and a sensitive mouth, redeemed the anything of more consideration than a harshness of his features, which were of mouse to be stirring after midnight. bloodless pallor, though suffused with the Hence the peculiar pleasure which I expefire of intelligence. I grew impatient to rienced when I realized that you are still descend to the lower rooms, now crowded in the flesh.” with company, whence rose an ever-in. Then in the politest manner, but with creasing murmur of voices, and, while an eagerness which he tried unsuccessattempting to pass the cloaked figure of fully to disguise, my new acquaintance the unknown, he turned so quickly that I pressed me with questions about what was had to draw back with an apology, lest I going on in the great world - politics, art, should have run up against him.

the theatres, the law courts, society of “Beseech you, sir! do not apologize," rank, the construction and prospects of the he exclaimed with a courtly bow.

Cabinet - on each and all of these he “I was afraid I startled you, sir," I found me totally unable to inform him. said.

For literature and science, the only fields “Nay, sir, I have no nerves now, yet I with which I can claim any familiarity, he pray you will not put yourself to the exer- | manifested a deplorable contempt.

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“My dear sir,” he said, “ I am a fellow | the carpet, took to their heels. So you of the Royal Society; but I have very must be indulgent to the curiosits I rarely attended their meetings. Each showed just now in questioning you about time I have done so I have conceived a the affairs of the world. But to return to deeper distaste for the task of Sisyphus ; the subject we were discussing - litera. each succeeding generation is engaged in ture. 'Tis very true, 'tis a pretty pastime dispelling the fallacies of that which pre- for middle and old age po pleasanter ceded it. As for literature, it is to the incident than the post bringing the proofrealities of life inerely what the steam is sheets; but it is not work to fill a young, to the punch-bowl - a pleasantly scented strong life. If a man has learnt to put his vapor, only a whet to the thirst of one who mettle into real work before he is thirty, has learnt'deep drinking.".

depend upon it he will not be content to “ Yet you were yourself a successful spend the rest of his life gathering the author," I hazarded. “ Lord Byron has leaves of Parnassus." affirmed that in the Castle of Otranto' He spoke scornfully, and being someand the Mysterious Mother’you proved thing of a quill-driver myself, I had an yourself the father of the first romance uncomfortable feeling of inferiority to the and the last tragedy in our language,' and spectre. therefore deserving of higher renown than " I feel that I am detaining you from the any of his lordship's contemporaries.” society of your friends below, sir,” I said,

High praise indeed," said Mr. Wal. preparing to move on. pole, “though its value, like water, can- “Friends!” he sighed, with a slight not rise above the level of its source; and shrug of the shoulders, “alas ! most of I must say I never suspected his lordship these are absent - Mr. Chute, Sir Horace of literary proclivities.”

Mann, Madame de Deffand — they are Literary proclivities !” I exclaimed; not here, though I should not complain, " that is surely a mild expression for the having General Conway, who left us just capacity of the author of “Childe Har. now, and Mr. Mason. Pray, do not leave old.'

me; you do not conceive what keen pleas“Ah, I see how it is,” he replied; ure it gives me to converse with one in must be talking of different men. The warm flesh and blood - sure, there never only Lord Byron whom I knew was he was one who so loved the world as I, or who killed poor Mr. Chaworth in a duel." who understood it so well. Yet. I flatter

Whereupon I pointed out to him the myself I parted with it with some philos. poet Byron (213), whom I happened to ophy.” recognize at the moment, lounging in a The charm of his manner emboldened doorway, and explained to him that praise me to express the wish that he would from a poet of such high order was praise point out to me some of the people he indeed.

knew; he agreed to do so, and as we de. " I see you wonder that I know nothing scended the stairs, he explained how he of your great men. Sir, in the Shades we came to be so fantastically dressed. mingle only with those whom we knew on

“ It was a sudden freak. Since we earth. We see countless — myriad forms; came to town, I have each night attached but we have no means of knowing them. myself to Hogarth's portrait of me (253) Our only chance of becoming acquainted (you see we are all numbered like conwith what is going on in our old homes victs) exists in the exceedingly rare occasions And are out on ticket-of-leave," I in. when we encounter and converse with one terrupted, coarsely enough, though luckily still living You told me that you had the allusion was lost on Mr. Walpole. never before seen a spirit; only thrice - But to-night,” he continued, the fancy since I breathed my last have I met with seized me to lodge in a wretched sopra living human beings. One was a wretched portas (314), that I had done for Mrs. housemaid, who dropped her candlestick Kitty Clive, dimidium animæ meæ." and fled screaming; another was the “Ah ! that accounts, sir, for my not owner of one of my portraits, who had lin-recognizing you at once," I exclaimed. gered long over his port in the dining- “What!” he replied, "you know my room where that portrait hung, was seized old olive velvet suit. Lord! I had grown with apoplexy, and expired in my pres. sick of it; it clung to me like a cerecloth, ence a few minutes after midnight, just as and I had no alternative but to don this my spirit disengaged itself from the can. masquerade." vas; on the third occasion, a couple of The sound of my footfall, the only one house-breakers, seeing me standing on in that great assembly, caused every one




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