CHAPTER XI. Mona-long hid from those who roam the main. THE Isle of Man, in the middle of the seventeenth century, was very different, as a place of residence, from what it is now. Men had not then discovered its merit as a place of occasional refuge from the storms of life, and the society to be there met with was of a very uniform tenor. There were no smart fellows, whom fortune had tumbled from the seat of their barouches-no plucked pigeons, or winged rooks-no disappointed speculators-no ruined miners-in short, no one worth talking to. The society of the island was limited to the natives themselves, and a few merchants, who lived by contraband trade. The amusements were rare and monotonous, and the mercurial young Earl was soon heartily tired of his dominions. The islanders also, become too wise for happiness, had lost relish for the harmless and somewhat childish sports in which their simple ancestors had indulged themselves. May was no longer ushered in by the imaginary contest between the Queen of returning winter and advancing spring; the listeners no longer sympathized with the lively music of the followers of the one, or the discordant sounds with which the other asserted a more noisy claim to attention. Christmas, too, closed, and the steeples no longer jangled forth a dissonant peal. The wren, to seek for which used to be the sport dedicated to the holytide, was left unpursued and unslain. Party spirit had come among these simple people, and destroyed their good-humour, while it left them their ignorance. Even the races, a sport generally interesting to people of all ranks, were no longer performed, because they were no longer attractive. The gentlemen were divided by feuds hitherto unknown, and each seemed to hold it scorn to be pleased with the same diversions that amused those of the opposite faction. The hearts of both parties revolted from the recollection of former days, when all was peace among them, when the Earl of Derby, now slaughtered, used to bestow the prize, and Christian, since so vindictively executed, started horses to add to the amusement.* Julian was seated in the deep recess which led to a latticed window of the old Castle; and, with his arms crossed, and an air of profound contemplation, was surveying the long perspective of ocean, which rolled its successive waves up to the foot of the rock on which the ancient pile is founded. The Earl was suffering under the infliction of ennuinow looking into a volume of Homer-now whistling-now swinging on his chair-now traversing the room-till, at length, his attention became swallowed up in admiration of the tranquillity of his companion. *Note, p. 208. Popular Pastimes in the Isle of Man, N "King of Men!" he said, repeating the favourite epithet by which Homer describes Agamemnon,"I trust, for the old Greek's sake, he had a merrier office than being King of Man-Most philosophical Julian, will nothing rouse thee-not even a bad pun on my own royal dignity ?" "I wish you would be a little more the King in Man," said Julian, starting from his reverie," and then you would find more amusement in your dominions." "What! dethrone that royal Semiramis my mother," said the young lord," who has as much pleasure in playing Queen as if she were a real Sovereign ?—I wonder you can give me such counsel." "Your mother, as you well know, my dear Derby, would be delighted, did you take any interest in the affairs of the island." "Ay, truly, she would permit me to be King; but she would choose to remain Viceroy over me. Why, she would only gain a subject the more, by my converting my spare time, which is so very valuable to me, to the cares of royalty. No, no, Julian, she thinks it power to direct all the affairs of these poor Manxmen; and, thinking it power, she finds it pleasure. I shall not interfere, unless she hold a high court of justice again. I cannot afford to pay another fine to my brother, King Charles -But I forget-this is a sore point with you." "With the Countess, at least," replied Julian; "and I wonder you will speak of it." "Why, I bear no malice against the poor man's memory any more than yourself, though I have not the same reasons for holding it in veneration," replied the Earl of Derby; " and yet I have some respect for it too. I remember their bringing him out to die—It was the first holiday I ever had in my life, and I heartily wish it had been on some other account." "I would rather hear you speak of any thing else, my lord," said Julian. Why, there it goes," answered the Earl; "whenever I talk of any thing that puts you on your mettle, and warms your blood, that runs as cold as a merman's—to use a simile of this happy island-Hey pass! you press me to change the subject.-Well, what shall we talk of ?-O Julian, if you had not gone down to earth yourself among the castles and caverns of Derbyshire, we should have had enough of delicious topics-the playhouses, Julian-Both the King's house and the Duke's-Louis's establishment is a jest to them ;-and the Ring in the Park, which beats the Corso at Naples—and the beauties, who beat the whole world!" "I am very willing to hear you speak on the subject, my lord," answered Julian; "the less I have seen of the London world myself, the more I am likely to be amused by your account of it." "Ay, my friend-but where to begin?-with the wit of Buckingham, and Sedley, and Etherege, or with the grace of Harry Jermyn-the courtesy of the Duke of Monmouth, or with the loveliness of La Belle Hamilton-of the Duchess of Richmond -of Lady· the person of Roxalana, the smart humour of Mrs Nelly" "Or what say you to the bewitching sorceries of Lady Cynthia?" demanded his companion. "Faith, I would have kept these to myself," said the Earl, "to follow your prudent example. But since you ask me, I fairly own I cannot tell what to say of them; only I think of them twenty times as often as all the beauties I have spoke of. And yet she is neither the twentieth part so beautiful as the plainest of these Court beauties, nor so witty as the dullest I have named, nor so modish-that is the great matter-as the most obscure. I cannot tell what makes me dote on her, except that she is as capricious as her whole sex put together." "That I should think a small recommendation," answered his companion. "Small, do you term it,” replied the Earl," and write yourself a brother of the angle? Why, which like you best? to pull a dead strain on a miserable gudgeon, which you draw ashore by main force, as the fellows here tow in their fishing-boats-or a lively salmon, that makes your rod crack, and your line whistle-plays you ten thousand mischievous pranks-wearies your heart out with hopes and fears-and is only laid panting on the bank, after you have shown the most unmatchable display of skill, patience, and dexterity ?-But I see you have a mind to go on angling after your own old fashion. Off laced coat, and on brown jerkin;-lively colours scare fish in the sober waters of the Isle of Man ;faith, in London you will catch few, unless the bait glistens a little. But you are going?—well, good luck to you. I will take to the barge;-the sea |