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sister in North Audley street, and remember how | and a noble genius, which, had her life been prospeedily my confusion vanished, and I felt as if longed, would have won for her enduring fame ; reünited to an old friend. In person she was very the excellent Mrs. Hofland, a model of women and small-smaller than Hannah More—and with more of wives.-All these, and others, even dearer to than Hannah More's vivacity of manner ; her face the affections, have since passed away ; and now, was pale and thin, her features irregular ; they the last, the richest, in honors and in years—who may have been considered plain, even in youth ; so rarely left the home she has rendered immortal but her expression was so benevolent, her manner -has been consigned to the grave. so entirely well bred-partaking of English dignity Maria Edgeworth was the daughter of Richard and Irish frankness—that you never thought of Lovell Edgeworth, the representative of an ancient her, in reference either to plainness or beauty; and honorable English family, settled in Ireland she was all in all ; occupied, without fatiguing during the reign of Elizabeth ; his mother was an the attention ; charmed by her pleasant voice; English lady, daughter of Lovell, recorder of while the earnestness and truth that beamed in her London. Maria was his eldest child, by his first bright blue-very blue_eyes, made of value every wife, Miss Elers, of Black Bowton, in Oxfordshire, word she uttered—her words were always well and in Oxfordshire Miss Edgeworth was born. chosen ; her manner of expression was graceful Mr. Edgeworth's residence abroad had enlarged a and natural ; her sentences were frequently epi- mind of more than ordinary capacity ; he did not grammatic; she knew how to listen as well as to feel disposed to let things go on in the wrong betalk, and gathered information in a manner highly cause they had been “ always so ;' after his first complimentary to the society of which, at the time, wife's death, he brought his second wife (Honora she formed a part; while listening to her, she con- Sneyd) and his daughter, Maria, then twelve years tinually recalled to me the story of the fairy whose old, to Edgeworthstown, in the county Longford, lips dropped diamonds and pearls whenever they and labored with zeal, tempered by an extraordiopened.
nary degree of patience, amongst a tenantry dreadMiss Edgeworth was remarkably neat and par- ing change, and considering improvements as inticular in her dress ; her feet and hands were so sults :* and this feeling at that time was, by no very small as to be quite child-like. I once took means, confined to the “lower classes." a shoe of hers to Melnotte's, in Paris, she having In the year 1842 it became a duty, as well as commissioned me to procure her some shoes there, a pleasure, to pay our long promised visit to Edgeand the people insisted that. I must require them worthstown. pour une jeune demoiselle.”
From this mansion, it is almost needless to say, I remember her once fixing upon the evening has issued so much practical good, not only to of a St. Patrick's day to spend with us.
Ireland but to the whole civilized world, that it Let me pause for a moment to recall to remem- may be said to possess the greatest moral influbrance those who crowded together on that partic-ence of any residence in the kingdom. ular evening—to think of the many assembled to Miss Edgeworth had so often described to me meet the Miss Edgeworth, to whom they all felt the family residence, that I could have recognized they owed so much. But few years have passed; it without a previous entry to the neat and pretty
many" can be addressed only as “the village which skirts the plantations-looking to dead."
peculiar advantage, in the sunshine and sweetness Whom we know by the light they gave.
* Those who desire to ascertain the value and intelli.
gence of this enterprising gentleman, who, in all good I so well remember the child-like impatience of respects, was far beyond the age in which he lived, will Letitia Landon to see the author of " Early Les- be amply rewarded by the perusal of his Life, commenced
by himself, and finished by his daughter. It is curious to sons,” and how the color mounted to her cheek note how many persons, unknown to themselves, have when Miss Edgeworth looked long and earnestly been working oui ideas concerning education and other at her, and taking her cordially by the hand, said matters, which he originated, and which, in many in
stances, were at the time he promulgated ihem, rejected a few words, as kind as they were graceful. “I as visionary, or, at least, impracticable. The time was have lost all my eloquence to-night,” observed the pot come, but he foresaw it. He knew the future by his
knowledge of the present and the past. His capacious poetess to me. “I can only feel how superior that mind was not content with mere speculative opinions, but little woman is to everybody else, and rejoice not when he had established a theory, he put it in practice ; to have been disappointed." There was the bril- especial repose, he undertook the drainage of hogs, and
thus al an advanced age, which is supposed to require liant and gentle Laman Blanchard—the thoughtful was as anxiously engaged in absolute labor, as if he had and fervent Allan Cunningham—the burly and been only five-and-twenty. His mechanical inventions
have been acknowledged with due honor. Misunderstood boisterous Ettrick Shepherd, * whose meretricious as he occasionally was, he outlived much prejudice, and fêteing in London was a sad contrast to his after his children lived to see his memory duly honored. His suffering ; the author of the “ Pleasures of Hope;" quest of his second wife, Honora Sneyd, was at that time Miss Jewsbury, who, however cramped by sectari- much opposed to the custom of our church and of society. anism, was gifted with a loyal and lofty nature, His fourth wise, the present Mrs. Edgeworth, was the
daughter of a clergyman of the Established Church-a * I remember Miss Edgeworth being much amused by lady of the highest honor and firmest Christian principles. the compliment the Eurick Shepherd paid that evening When very young, she undertook the duty of mother to to poor Miss Landou--"I hac written mony bitter things Mr. Edgeworth's twelve children, by three wives, and aloot ye, but I'll do sae nae inair-I did nae think ye'd added six to the number, all of whom lored and honored been sue bonny."
her ; those who remain value her as she deserves.
of a June sunset. All we saw bore, as we had which was Sir Walter Scott's pen, given to her anticipated, the aspect of cleanliness, comfort, good by him, when in Ireland-placed before her on a order, prosperity, and contentment. There was little quaint, unassuming table, constructed and no mistaking the fact that we were in the imme- added to for convenience. Miss Edgeworth's abdiate neighborhood of a resident Irish family, with stractedness, and yet power of attention to what minds to devise, and hands to effect every possible was going on the one not seeming to interfere improvement within their control. The domain with the other-puzzled me exceedingly. In that of Edgeworthstown is judiciously and abundantly same corner, and upon that table, she had written planted ; and as we drove up the avenue at even- nearly all that has enlightened and delighted the ing, it was cheering to see lights sparkle in the world ; the novels that moved Sir Walter Scott windows, to feel the cold nose of the house-dog “ to do for Scotland what Miss Edgeworth had thrust into our hands as earnest of welcome, and, done for Ireland ;' the works in which she brought above all, pleasant to receive the warm greeting the elevated sensibilities and sound morality of of Mrs. Edgeworth, and a high privilege to meet maturer life to a level with the comprehension of Miss Edgeworth in the library, the very room in childhood, and rendered knowledge, and virtue, which had been written her invaluable works. and care, and order, the playthings and companions
We had not met, except during a brief space, of the nursery ; in that spot—and while the mulfor some years, but she was really in nothing titudinous family were moving about and talking changed ; her voice, as light and happy, her of the ordinary and everyday things of life-she laughter, as full of gentle and social mirth—her remained, wrapt up, to all appearance, in her subclear eyes as bright and truthful-and her coun-ject, yet knowing, by a sort of instinct, when she tenance as expressive of goodness and loving- was really wanted in the conversation ; and then, kindness—as they had ever been. She did not without laying down her pen-hardly looking up seem to me a day older than at our first meeting from her page—she would, by a judicious sentence, -indeed, it was impossible to consider her “old” wisely and kindly spoken, explain and illustrate,
“ aged" in any sense of the word ; she had in a few words, so as to clear up any difficulty ; used Time so well that he returned the compli- or turn the conversation into a new and more pleasment.
ing current. She had the most harmonious way The entrance-hall at Edgeworthstown was an of throwing in explanations ; informing, while admirable preface to the house and family; it was entertaining, and that without embarrassing. spacious, hung with portraits ; here, a case of It was quite charming to see how Mr. Francis stuffed birds ; there, another of curiosities ; speci- Edgeworth's children enjoyed* the freedom of the mens of various kinds, models of various things, library without abusing it; to set these little peoall well arranged and well kept, all capable of ple right when they were wrong, to rise from her affording amusement or instruction ; an excellent table to fetch them a toy, or even to save a servant place it was for children to play in, for at every a journey ; to run up the high steps and find a pause in their games their little minds would be volume that escaped all eyes but her own ; and led to question what they saw ; a charming wait- having done all this, in less space of time than I ing-room it might have been, were it not that at have taken to write it, to hunt out the exact pasEdgeworthstown no one was ever kept wait- sage wanted or referred to—were the hourly eming, everything was as well timed as at a railway ployments of this unspoiled and admirable woman. station. Many of this numerous family at that
* I have mentioned more than once the beautiful har. period had passed from time to eternity ; others
mony in which this family lived ; two of the sisters of were absent ; but there still remained a large Mrs. Honora and Mrs. Elizabeth Edgeworth, the Misses family party. Among them were two of Miss Sneyd, were loved and cherished at Edgeworthstown long Edgeworth's sisters, and Mr. and Mrs. Francis of the house would have been supposed, in the usual
after their sister's death ; and when the fourth mistress Edgeworth, and their children.
progress of things, to have introduced a new dynasty, all The library at Edgeworthstown is by no means unity was practised, without being talked of ; and it will
went on as usual ; a perfect spirit of Christian love and the stately solitary room that libraries generally be seen in the following extract that Miss Edgeworth are ; it is large, spacious, and lofty, well stored spoke of Mrs. Mary Sneyd as "an aunt of ours," although with books, and embellished with those most valu- she need not have acknowledged the relationship, being
the child of a previous marriage ! able of all classes of prints, “the suggestive.” It "I forgot whether I mentioned to you that the Irish is also picturesque, having been added to, and tales of The Follower of the Family, pleased and desupported by pillars so as to increase its breadth, of fiction which were read to an uunt of ours, in very ad
lighted us peculiarly ; they were some of the last works and the beautiful lawn seen through the windows, vanced age, and she enjoyed them with all the sensibility embellished and varied by clumps of trees, imparts merits. These tales were read to Mrs. Mary Sneyd, in much cheerfulness to the exterior. If you look at her ninetieth year, by my sister, and I think you would the oblong table in the centre, you will see the have been gratified by the manner in which she read those rallying point of the family, who were generally tales; I am very much of opinion that
'Those best can read them, who can feel them most.'" grouped around it, reading, writing, or working ;
Miss Edgeworth sometimes expressed herself in the while Miss Edgeworth, only anxious upon one most graceful yet epigrammatic way possible :-"When point-that all in the house should do exactly as you and Mr. Hall return to Ireland, you will find us at they liked, without reference to her-sat in her home, I may almost venture to be sure, some of us cer
tainly, and we are all one and the same--unit assuredly own peculiar corner on the sofa ; her desk-upon lone and the sume in the wish to see you."
She would then resume her pen, and continue over the questionable morality of France, by an writing, pausing sometimes to read a passage from endeavor to make me comprehend the financial an article or letter that pleased herself, and would details of this Loan Fund, impressing on my please her still more if it excited the sympathy of mind how faithfully the people “paid up,” and those she loved. I expressed my astonishment at giving an admirable imitation of a poor woman this to Mrs. Edgeworth, who said that “ Maria was who had come the previous week with sundry exalways the same; her mind was so rightly bal- cuses and entreaties for “A litile more time, ye'r anced, everything so honestly weighed, that she honor. Sure it's the fault of the cows intirely, suffered no inconvenience from what would disturb for the fresh butter that brought sivenpence will and distract an ordinary writer.” Perhaps to this now only bring fivepence, and credit for that same. habit, however, may be traced a want of closeness 'Deed, it's pay I will next week, sir." This in her arguments ; indeed, neither on paper or in Loan Fund lent two hundred pounds a week, and conversation was she argumentative. She would out of the profits an infant school, paying its misrush at a thing at once, rendering it sparkling and stress thirty pounds a year, was supported in Edgeinteresting by her playfulness, and informing by worthstown. Then when other members of the anecdote or illustration, and then start another sub- family dropped in with their work or their writject. She spoke in elegant sentences, and felt so ings, the progress of education was discussed, the truly what she said, that she made others instantly various interests of the tenants or the poor talked feel also.
over, so that relief was granted as soon as want The library contained a piano, but I never saw was known. I regretted that so much of Miss it opened. I fancied, or feared, the family were Edgeworth's mind and attention were given to independent of music; but Mrs. Edgeworth drew local matters, but the pleasure she herself derived beautifully, and was a warm admirer of art. from the improvement of every living thing around Miss Edgeworth would have it, she knew nothing her, was delightful to witness. I thought myself of art; and yet her bits of criticism on certain particularly good to be up and about at half-past paintings, and the kindness she showed at differ- seven in the morning ;* but early as it was, Miss ent times in pointing out pictures to Mr. Hall, Edgeworth had preceded me; and a table heaped which she thought he ought to admire--her revert- with early roses, upon which the dew was still ing frequently to the collections she had seen at moist, and a pair of gloves, too small for any home and abroad—the pleasure she expressed at those renderings of art, which appeared in this in the most wonderful and approved had manner, if I may journal; the interest she took in the “Vernon Balzac, for example, who certainly is a man of genius; Gallery ;” led me long since to the belief that in and as certainly,' a de l'esprit comme un DEMON.' I should that, as well as in other matters, she undervalued think that he had not the least idea of ihe difference he
tween right and wrong, only that he does know the differher own powers. I remember being much amused ence by his regularly preferring the wrong, and crying up at her saying that she “liked a portrait, in the all the Ladies of error, as Anges de tendresse.
pathos has always, as the anti-Jacobin so well said of cerfirst place, to be a good ground-plan of the face : lain German sentimentalists, and as the Duchess of Weland if the artist had mind enough to catch the lington aptly quoted to me, of a poetic genius of later days mind, so much the better.” She never could be
-his pathos has always prevailed upon to sit for her portrait, but I believe
A tear for poor guilt.' the last time she was in London a daguerreotype Vide' Pere Goriot,' who pays the gaming debts of his was obtained, though I do not know in whose pos- of assignation, bath and boudoir for one of his angel'
daughter's lover, provides a luxuriously furnished house session it is.
daughter-sinners; and tells her he wishes he could stranUsually, in the morning, Mr. Francis Edge-gle her husband for her with his own hands, having first worth and his sister, Mrs. Wilson, occupied and purpose! If the force of vice and folly can further go,
married, and sold her to said husland for his own vauiry themselves at one end of the long table with the look for it in another of M. de Balzac's most beautifully business of the Loan Fund established by them at written immoralities, 'Le Message,' where the husband
gobbles' up the dinner, 10 the scandal of the child, while Edgeworthstown ; Mrs. Edgeworth, so full of the wife is stifling in the barn, or screaming in despair tenderness and feeling, passing noiselessly in and for the death of her lover, which had been communicated out, intent on those domestic interests and the lo her by the amiable gentleman-messenger, at the mo
ment he is dining with the husband, who knows all about fulfilment of those duties which she loved-her it, and goes on gobbling,' while the child exclaims, grand-children, happy and merry, but never loud Papa, you would not eat so, if inamma was here!!!! or rude, amused themselves at the windows—that can follow such pictures of French nature in man,
Dear Mrs. Hall, notes of admiration are the only notes while Miss Edgeworth sat in her usual corner, woman, or child!" reading to herself, and quarrelling aloud with a together of the household for family-worship, when Mr.
* I rejoiced, beyond all telling, at the morning calling French novel ;* then interrupting her lamentations Francis Edgeworth read prayers and a portion of the scrip
Ture before breakfast ; this was never omitted ; there never * Miss Edgeworth, in a letter dated April 23d, 1833, was a more unfounded calumny than that which declared thus expresses herself concerning French novels :-"All that the family at Edgeworthstown put away the consolathe fashionable French novelists will soon be reduced to lions of Christianity, or even the forms of ihe Protestant advertising for a new vice, instead of, like the Roman Church. I accompanied thein on Sunday to the parish Emperor, simply for a new pleasure. It seems to he with church ; various members of the family are uniied 10 the Parisian novelists a firsi principle now, that there is clergymen of the church; the Rev. Dr. Butler of Trim, no pleasure without vice, and no vice without pleasure ; the brother-in-law of Miss Edgeworth, being one of the but that the old world vices having been exhausted, they most excellent as well as accomplished clergymen in Iremust strain their genius to invent new; and so they do, / land.
hands but hers, told who was the early florist. seventeen things he said worth remembering one She was passionately fond of flowers; she liked morning at breakfast.” to grow them, and to give them; one of the most I could not help thinking that the task of reloved and cherished of my garden's rose-bushes, membering seventeen clever things" must have is a gift from Miss Edgeworth. There was a been great fatigue ; Miss Edgeworth's collection rose, or a little bouquet of her arranging always of autograph letters was by far the most interestby each plate on the breakfast-table, and if she ing I ever saw, far more so than any published saw my bouquet faded, she was sure to tap during the present century, and she used to bring at my door with a fresh one before dinner. And me box after box filled with the correspondence of this from Maria Edgeworth—then between seven- all the people of “her time”—a period then of ty and eighty!—to me! These small attentions more than fifty years; sometimes she would pick enter the heart and remain there, when great ser- me out the most interesting, and then leave the vices and great talents are regarded perhaps like collection to “amuse” me; it was not the mere great mountains-distant and cold and ungenial. chit-chat of the period, but the opinions of clever I linger over what I write, and yet feel I cannot people given to clever people. I felt it a great portray her at all as I desire to do.
privilege and advantage to read those letters; some I enjoyed the wet days in that house far more few were from the leading men of her father's than I did the fine ones, which we spent in the time to him ; Sir Walter Scott's were, I had alfamily coach-driving over the country. I fan- most said, without number; the correspondence cied the long drives fatigued both Mrs. and Miss of many years with Joanna Baillie, Miss Seward, Edgeworth ; at least, the after-dinner nap of the with Mrs. Hofland, Mrs. Grant; packets of forlatter was much longer after visiting the lions of eign letters, and multitudes from America, which the neighborhood, than when we passed the morn- Miss Edgeworth said was a letter-writing couning-part in that beloved library, part in Miss try.” Many of these concerned Laura Bridgeman, Edgeworth's own particular flower-garden-or, about whom Miss Edgeworth was much interested ; sweeter still, alone with her in my own bed-room ; several from great statesmen and celebrated perwhere she would come, dear, kind, old lady! to sons of all grades and kinds; but I am convinced help off a shawl, or inquire if my feet were damp that Miss Edgeworth had too much delicacy to after a stroll on the lawn, or if I wanted anything, suffer any eyes but her own to dwell on the priand then sit down and talk of those whom she had vate letter of a friend; for these were all, with known, but whose names were history—a history, perhaps one or two exceptions, what might be of which she herself is now so grand and so dear given to the public, and all full of interest. David a part.
Ricardo's letters written so many years previously Her extensive correspondence was not confined concerning the state of Ireland, struck me as alto any clique, any country, or any particular order most prophetic. My readers will remember that of talent. She seemed to have known everybody in 1842 there had been no appearance of potato worth knowing, and to have taken pleasure all her disease, yet I thought his observations concerning life in writing letters, when, as she observed, she the culture of the potato so striking that at the had “ anything to say." She never wearied of time I asked Miss Edgeworth's permission to use talking of Sir Walter Scott, and she seldom spoke them; he questioned whether the potato was a of him without her eyes filling with tears. “You blessing, or the contrary, to Ireland, and his opinLondon people,” she said, “ never saw Scott as ion decidedly was against its being a blessing; he he really was; his own home and country drew argued that anything cultivated to the exclusion him out; he was made up of thought and feeling, of other things, and whose failure creates a famine, illumined by a wonderful memory, and possessed must be an evil ; consequently the cultivation of of the power of adapting and illustrating every- the potato, to the exclusion of other things, is an thing with anecdote. Every heart and face grew evil; the experience of the past few years proves bright in the brightness of Scott.” Miss Edge- how entirely Ricardo was right.* worth suffered bitterly during Scott's illness ; she Miss Packenham, afterwards Duchess of Weltalked much and sorrowfully about both him and lington, was so nearly connected with the EdgeCaptain Basil Hall. “People will overtask them- worth family that she consulted Mr. Edgeworth selves,” she said, “ in the very teeth of example : frequently during her husband's absence on the even Sir Walter knew he was destroying himself ; education of her sons. Miss Edgeworth spoke of he told me that four hours a day, at works of her with great affection and tenderness ; and, perimagination, was enough ; adding that he had
* One of the greatest proofs of Miss Edgeworth's pracwrought fourteen."
tical patriotism, is the simple fact, that with a keen relish “One thing I must tell you,” she exclaimed, for, and appreciation of what she considered the best
namely, the best bred society, combining high talent, high after we had been turning over several of Sir rank, and pure morals, with every possible temptation to Walter Scott's letters, “one thing I must tell spend her time and money in England, she preferred deyou, Sir Walter Scott was almost the only liter- voting herself with her family, to the local improvement ary man who never tired me; Sir James Mack- her eightieth year, set herself the task of writing the juintosh was a clever talker, but he tired me very utility in the hour of Ireland's extreme sorrow and
venile book of “Orlandino,” to increase her means of much, although my sister once repeated to me famine.
haps, there is nothing more touching in the whole vier was more vain of his bad speeches in the history of woman's love, than that noble lady's en Chamber of Peers, than he was of his vast reputreaty during her last illness to be carried into the tation as a naturalist.” room, in which the gifts of many nations 10 “ the I never knew any one so ready to give inforduke” are deposited. Never,” said Miss Edge-mation ; her mind was generous in every sense of worth, “had she looked so lovely to me as she the word, in small things as well as in large; she did the day I saw her there. She had the palest gave away all the duplicates of her shells—“One blush on her fair cheek, and pointing round, she said, is enough,” she would say, “I must keep that These are tributes paid to him by all the world, out of compliment to the giver.” She was not not gained by trickery or fraud.'” I have never reserved in speaking of her literary labors, but she looked round the room of royal presents that beau- never volunteered speaking of them or of herself ; tify, though they cannot add to the attraction of, she never seemed to be in her own head, as it Apsley House, without conjuring up the fragile were-much less in her own heart. She loved lady upon the sofa, where she breathed her last, herself, thought of herself, cared for herself, infisurrounded by tributes to her husband's greatness. nitely less than she did for those around her. Nat
Mrs. Barbauld's letters were easy and kind, and urally anxious to know everything connected with I said so to Miss Edgeworth after reading them ; her habits of thought and writing-I often revertshe agreed with me, laughing while she added, ed to her books, which she said I remembered a “ Yes, she was very kind, and at the same time great deal better than she did herself. When she not a little pragmatic and punctilious.” Miss saw that I really enjoyed talking about them, she Edgeworth's honesty of thought was always pres- spoke of them with her usual frankness. I told ent, like the fragrance of a rose, to add the sanc- her I observed that she spoke to children as she tity of truth to the pleasure of her society. She wrote for them, and she said it was so ; and she would out with something that made me laugh at believed that having been so much with children, once, and then, while untying another bundle of had taught her to think for them. I have no letters, exclaim, “Ay, laugh away as I did when doubt that the succession of children in the EdgeMr. So-or-so said it to me. She scorned to bor- worth family, kept alive her interest in childhood ; row a word, much less an idea, without acknowl- those who withdraw from the society of youth, edgment. I had no patience with Mrs. Inchbald's when they themselves are no longer young, turn letters ; I thought her tone of patronage, to one away from the greenness and freshness of existso infinitely her superior, so impertinent. Her ence; it is as if winter made no preparation for, stage criticisms were keen and clever, and perhaps and had no desire to be succeeded by spring. just ; but theatrical people are, above all other While seeing the little weaknesses of humaniartists, the victims of opinion, and a fool is more ty, clearly and truly, she avoided dwelling upon ready than a wise man, to record what he pretends them, and could not bear to inflict pain : to think. One letter, I remember, made me very ple,” she said, “ see matters so differently that the indignant; it was written soon after the publica- very thing I should be most proud of makes others tion of Miss Edgeworth’s novel of “ Ormond,” and blush with shame ; Wedgewood carried the “hod' dear Miss Edgeworth only said, “Well, she thought of mortar in his youth, but his family objected to it!” I do believe she would have borne anything that fact being stated in ‘Harry and Lucy.'' for the sake of sincerity. Her whole life was a I once asked her how long she took to write a lesson of truth, and yet her truths never offended ; novel. She replied, she had generally taken ample she took the rough edge off an opinion with so time; she had written “Ormond” in three months; tender and skilful a hand, she was so much fonder “but that,” she added, was at my father's of wiling you into a virtue than exciting terror command ; I read to him at night what I wrote at a vice; so steadfast yet so gentle, that whenev- by day, and I never heard of the book, nor could er she left the room, there was something want. I think of it, after his death, until my sister, two ing, a joy departed, a light gone out.
years after, read it me; then it was quite forgotShe had a vivid perception of the ridiculous, ten.” She had a great veneration for Father but that was kept in admirable order by her be- Mathew, and said Mr. Hall did himself honor by nevolence. Her eyes and mouth would often being the first protestant, and the first conservative, smile, when she restrained an observation, which, who advocated his cause in print : “What authors if it had found words, would have amused us, say goes for nothing,” she observed ; “it is what while it perhaps pained others; and yet she had they write they should be judged by : now he wrote the happiest manner of saying things, drawing a the praise, and printed it; but,” she continued, picture with a few words, as a great artist pro- " the absence of humor in the modern peasantry, duces a likeness with a few touches of his pencil. which you observe, is not to be altogether attribuI remember Cuvier excited my admiration very ted to the want of whiskey; the people had grown much during one of our visits to Paris ; I saw reserved before Father Mathew came among them ; him frequently in society, and his magnificent head they imagine they have a part to play in the orcaptivated my imagination. “Yes," said Miss ganization of their country ; their heads are fuller Edgeworth," he is indeed a wonder, but he has of politics than fun; in fact, they have been drilled been an example of the folly of literary and sci- into thinking about what they cannot understand, entific men being taken out of their sphere; Cu- and so have become reserved and suspicious—that