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by no means tranquil at the time. like an aged villain as he was, affecNotwithstanding. Peter's boasting, ted to be extremely straightforward and his perpetual attempt to get his and open in his remarks, and quite emissaries quartered on every estate confidential in his communications; in the country, he was the reverse of so that, in the course of half an hour, popular at home. He had a very poor Mat was entirely at his mercy. handsome house, which he kept full of After they had chatted for a short friars, monks, Jesuits, Dominicans, time, and cracked a bottle or so of Carthusians, and Grand Inquisitors, Lachrymæ together, Peter claps me fellows who did little else than eat, down a map of the whole country, drink, sleep, and conspire at the whereon Squire Bull's farm was expense of the working population. . marked out with some twelve or This had become so intolerable, that thirteen crosses, before Mat, and Peter, though the most tyrannical asked him whether he thought it was despot upon earth, found it necessary all correct ? to come down a peg or two, and an- Undubitably," quoth Mac-o'-thenounced his intention of revising the Mint, who regarded the crosses as laws of his household, which, to say simply indicative of the villages. the truth, needed mending sorely. “Then there can be no objections But he did not stop there. He began to the publication of a map of this to intrigue for a restoration of the kind upon hierarchical principles ?” whole estates which were formerly in continued Peter, ogling bis victim at the family of Signor Macaroni, but the same time, as a fox makes love which latterly had passed into the to a gander. hands of other proprietors-for ex- “ Hier-I beg your pardon”-said ample, Don Ferdinando; and, at the Mat-o'-the-Mint, who was not overtime I speak of, his village was filled burdened with lore at any time, and with every description of cut-throat, just then was rather confuscated. robber, and murderer that could be “ Hieroglyphical principles, did you gathered from the country round, all say ?” of them shouting "Long life to Peter!" “No-hierarchical principles," inand “Hurrah for the independence sinuated Peter, with a smile intended of Macaroni!” They were in the to convey the utmost amount of invery midst of this jubilation, which dulgence. “Hiero, you know, was sounded more like an echo of Pande- one of our earliest geographers.” monium than anything else, when “To be sure he was" — replied Mat-o'-the-Mint drove into the town; Mat-o'-the-Mint—" and an intimate and the moment they heard of his friend of Leander's--I've read of him arrival, the very worst of them- in the Imaginary Conversations Massaniello, Massaroni, Corpo di There can be no objections, of course. Caio Mario, and Vampyrio degli The map's a capital map !" Assassinacione — congregated under “I'm very glad to hear you say so," the windows, and whooped and said Peter, sounding a little silver howled, till Mat, in an access of ter- whistle which dangled from his butror, came out upon the balcony, ton-hole, “it is always matter of pressed a flag, with a death’s-head satisfaction to me to meet with a and cross-bones upon it, to his bosom, plain, intellectual, honourable, enand proposed three cheers for the lightened gentleman, who knows independence of Macaroni! You what's what, and is above all manner may conceive what a taking the poor of prejudice. —You may take away fellow must have been in before he that map, Hippopotamus”-he contiventured to do anything of the sort. pued, as an individual in purple stock
Mat, being thus committed to Maca- ings entered the room. “Mr Matthew roni, was a mere baby in the hands is perfectly satisfied as to its correctof Peter. They had an interview to ness, and you may mention that when discuss the affairs of the neighbouring you write to your friends at home." Squirearchy, and any other little Hippopotamus swept up the plan matters which might occur to either; and retired ; but long after he closed which Mat felt as an honour, whilst the door, you might have heard a Peter was feeling his pulse. Peter, sniggering in the lobby.
“And now, my very dear friend,” whole gang of them off to clear Peter's quoth Peter, “ let's have a fresh bottle patrimony of the rioters, and mayhap, of Lachrymæ, and a little conversa- if convenient, to bring back the old tion about those affairs of Patrick's,"
Jesuit in person.
Terrible were the It matters very little what passed execrations of Massaniello and his upon that score, for the job was al. friends when they were summoned to ready settled; but Peter probably surrender by young Nap's people! thought it safest to make this appear They said-what was true enough— the principal topic of their conversa- that if the others were entitled to eject tion. They sate up a long time to. Philip Baboon, they were entitled to gether; and Mat-o'-the-Mint found it turn Peter about his business; and no easy matter to get home to his they protested that the people of each hotel, or to ring up the porter when estate should be allowed to manage he arrived there.
their own matters without interference. So far Peter thought that he was But interference was the order of the carrying everything his own way; day. Everybody was interfering ; so but he was labouring all the while Nap's men gave them to understand under a confounded mistake. Massa- that they did not intend to be excepniello, Massaroni, and the rest, were tions to the general rule. In short, glad enough to get into the village, Massaniello and his friends must and to throw up their caps for Peter evacuate or-take the consequences. and Macaroni, so long as they re- And, accordingly, evacuate they did, ceived free quarters, but not a moment though not without a good deal of longer. They had now time given them burning of gunpowder, levying of to peer into the churches and shops, subsidies, abduction of church-plate, and to reckon what might be turned &c. ; and, in due course of time, old to account; and they had made up Peter was brought back, amidst a their minds that if they could only discharge of Roman candles, squibs, get rid of Peter, there was plunder crackers, and Catherine wheels; and enough to be had out of his patri- with him returned the whole host of mony to maintain themselves in Jesuits, monks, and inquisitors, singcomfort for the remaining portion ing. Quare fremuerunt gentes ? and ten of their lives. Once having ascer- times more ready for any kind of mistained this, they lost no time in carry- chief than before. ing their plans into execution. They And where all this while, you may broke out into actual revolt, stabbed ask, was Mat-o'-the-Mint ? Snug one of Peter's servants on the stairs, at home. Some of the upper servants shut up the old firebrand himself in his in the household of Squire Bull had drawing-room, and discharged pistols got an inkling of the business he was into the windows, until they succeeded after, and put questions, which were in frightening him out of his seven neither easy to answer nor agreeable senses, and drove him out of the vil- to evade. The Squire himself began lage in the disguise of an ordinary to grumble. Protocol could not help cabman. Then they began, as a mat- perceiving that he had got into a scrape ter of course, to help themselves to by sending out such an envoy; and every man's property, and to share even the Juggler did not care to have upon principles of equality. You have the matter publicly mentioned, but no idea what a row all this made. was willing that it should fall into Even Ferdinando was furious, for oblivion. It is, however, easier to though he had no great cause to open a negotiation with Peter, than to regard Peter, he liked still less the get out of one. The difficulty is not rascally ruffians who had turned him to catch the lobster, but to force him out of house and home, and he pro- to leave go after he has fastened on posed straightway to march a posse you with his claws; and you shall comitatus against them. But young presently hear what took place in Nap, now styled Administrator of the Bullockshatch, not long after the time Baboonery, was before him. He had when Peter was reinstated in his more idle fellows on hand than he patrimony. knew what to do with, so he sent a
HUNGARIAN MILITARY SKETCHES.
The brief but brilliant struggle oriental character of the country which was terminated, on the 13th whence they proceed. Those which August 1849, by the surrender of take for their foundation the cruelties Vilagos, is unquestionably one of perpetrated by the Serbs upon tho the most remarkable episodes in Magyars, and the fearful retaliation contemporary history; and nume- thereby provoked, are too horriblerous as are the writers, both in Ger- not for truth, but to be pleasant readmany and England, who have applied ing; others border on the humorous, themselves to exhibit and comment whilst some combine the tragic with on its circumstances, it yet is not won the gay. Of this last class is the openderful that the interest of the subject ing sketch by Sajó, entitled A Ball. is far from exhausted. A SchlesingerIt is a letter from a young lady to a a Palsky, and a Klapka, graphic and friend, describing her and her mother's striking as are their delineations of terror at the anticipated arrival of a the singular contest in which they all Hungarian division, after English more or less participated, have still Guyon's glorious victory at Branisko; left much for their successors to tell. and relating how the old woman bid The volume before us—a German herself in cupboards and clock-cases, collective translation of tales and and urged her daughter to stain her sketches by several Hungarian authors face black, in order to diminish her -is of a different class from the personal attractions—advice which the works of the above-named writers. daughter, not exactly comprehending It does not aspire to the dignity of its motive, most indignantly rejects. historical memoirs, nor is the form it Presently she is astonished by the affects_namely, the romantic-one arrival of a couple of handsome hussar that we usually much admire when officers, instead of the leather-clad applied to such recent and important Calmuck-visaged barbarians, seven events as those of which Hungary has feet high, and with beards to their been the theatre; events, too, of waists, which her mamma has prethemselves so striking and fascinating dicted; and still more is she surprised as to render fictitious colouring super- when, instead of breaking open doors fluous. Nevertheless, these sketches and ill-treating women, the newmust be admitted to have considerable comers organise a ball for that very merit. They are vivid and charac- night-a ball which she attends, and teristic illustrations of a remarkable where she is greatly smitten with an country, a heroic people, and an ex- elegant captain of Honveds. He has traordinary period; and the amount just led her out to dance, when the of fiction interwoven is, in most in- ball-room windows rattle to the sound stances, little more than is necessary of cannon, and a splashed hussar anto string together historical facts. nounces an attack upon the outposts. Some few of them have little to do The officers buckle on their sabres with the late war, but all throw more and hurry to the fight, begging the or less light upon the state and cha- ladies to await their return. In little racter of Hungary and its inhabitants. more than an hour they reappear in Their success in that country, the the ball-room. They have repulsed German preface assures us, and we the enemy, and return flushed and can readily believe, has been very laughing to the dance. But the great. Some of them read like prose handsome Honved is not amongst translations of poems; and with the them. The interrupted quadrille is exception of three or four, which are re-formed, but Laura still awaits her terse and matter-of-fact enough, their partner. A tall dry-mannered major, style has often a wild and metaphori- of valiant reputation, approaches her. calvagueness, recalling the semi- “Fair lady," he says, "your partner
Schlachtfelderblüthen aus Ungarn. Novellen nach ecahren Kriegs-Scenen. Leipzig und Pesth, 1850. London : Williams and Norgate.
begs a thousand pardons for his ab- mustaches stuck out fiercely right sence. With the best will in the and left. He glanced gloomily around world, he cannot have the pleasure of him, evidently ill-pleased with his dancing with you, for his leg has been company, until his eye fell upon the shot away and amputated above the General. Then a gleam came over knee.” This is the whole of the his features, like the sun breaking story-little enough, and owing every through a cloud, and he was near thing to the manner of telling. The shouting for joy. The general laughed, second tale, Claudia, by Szilagyi, is and clapped his hands together. He striking and powerful rather than recognised old Miska, his former agreeable. We pass on to The Chapel orderly, who had served him for five at Tarczal. All who have read Max years in Szobossló. Schlesinger's admirable narrative of “Do you know me again, old man?" the War in Hungary, will assuredly said he good-humouredly. remember his account of the Hun- “At your service, Colonel,” replied garian hussar, “the embodiment of the hussar, raising his hand to his Magyarism, born and reared upon the brow, as though his schako were still heath," loving his country before all on his head. things, and, next to his country, his “General, not Colonel,” interposed horse. " There are no soldiers in the one of the officers. Austrian army," says Schlesinger, Silently and contemptuously the "who can compare with him in chi- hussar measured the speaker with his valrous daring, dexterity, precision eyes, wondering that an infantry-man, in manæuvres, strict subordination, captain though he might be, dared cleanliness, and fidelity."* Mr Sajó intrude upon the conversation of loves to exalt the virtues, and exem- hussars. plify the eccentricities, of this fine “So you have let yourself be taken race of cavalry soldiers. In several prisoner, Miska ?” said the General, of his tales he introduces the heroic willing to tease his old servant. hussar, cheerfully suffering and sacri- “What could I do, Colonel ? There ficing himself for Hungary's good and were so many against me. I got into the honour of his corps. The opening a crowd of them." scene of The Chapel at Tarczal is an “You knocked over a few, I dare amusing sketch of one of these say." veterans, thoroughly persuaded of the “I did not count them, but someimmeasurable superiority of the thing remained upon the ground." Magyar over all other men, and of “Right, Miska.
Let them give the hussar over every other soldier. you a dram, and then go to my
“The Austrians had won the bat- grooms; if anybody meddles with tle; the Hungarians had lost it. you, give him as good as he brings." The Austrian general was taking his The hussar thanked his former case in his quarters, with his staff colonel, but seemed in small baste to around him ; an officer entered, and leave the room. The General noticed reported the capture of a hussar. him no farther, but turned again to
" Bring him in," said the General, his officers and resumed the discuswho was in excellent humour. Hesion of his plan of campaign. Sudhimself wore the uniform of the hussar denly he felt a pull at his pelisse, and regiment he had formerly command- turning, beheld Miska, who had stolen ed, and had unbuckled his sabre and quietly behind him. With an unintelmade himself comfortable ; whilst his ligible gesture, and a countenance of officers stood around buttoned to the extraordinary mystery, the hussar chin, and strictly according to regu- pointed to something. lation.
“ Colonel I Colonel !” he whisperThe hussar entered—a bare-headed ed, redoubling the eagerness of his veteran with gray mustaches. His gesticulations. The General had no face was still black with the smoke of notion of his meaning. " Colonel, reach Schwechat's battle ; his stiffly-waxed me yonder sabre from the corner.”
* See Schlesinger's War in Hungary, (English version,) vol. ii. p. 18-30, for a most interesting anecdotical account of this beau ideal of light horsemen.
" What the devil do you want “I crave your pardon, Colonel! I with it?"
reared the horse myself from a colt. "Only give it here! In two minutes I have ridden it for ten years, and it there shall not be a German in the comes at my whistle. By every right room."
it belongs to me. I would rather a Miska thought his colonel was a bullet hit me than lose the good prisoner.
brute." The General burst into a hearty “Well, take it." laugh, and told his officers of the Even now the hussar did not seem hussar's kind intentions towards them. satisfied. The laughter became general. The " Colonel! can I go back to my officers crowded round the old soldier, regiment in this scandalous manner? clapped bim on the shoulder, and without my sabre ? I shall have to made much of him.
run the gauntlet; they will think I * Well, Miska, you will take ser- have sold it for drink." vice with us, eh?" said the General, “ It shall be restored to you." The curious to hear his answer.
General made sign to his orderly ; “ There are no hussar regiments the hussar saluted, and turned to dehere!” replied the old soldier, twisting part. But at the door he once more his mustaches.
paused, and gazed pathetically at his " What matter? You shall be a former chief. cuirassier. We'll make a serjeant of “ Colonel !” he said, in the most you."
insinuating tone he could command. * Many thanks. Can't stand it. 6 Well?" Should have been serjeant long ago, “ Colonel-come over to us!” if I could write."
And with a bound he was out of the " What do you think of doing then? room, feeling well enough that he had Eat your ration in idleness ?” said something extraordinarily stupid,
"Not so—by your honour's favour but which he could not help saying —but make a run for it."
though it had cost him his head. The honest answer pleased the When horse and sabre were reGeneral. The hussar saw that it did. stored to him, one of the General's
"A whole regiment of those gaiter- grooms, a mischievous fellow, trod on legged fellows could not keep me," he the hussar's spur, breaking the rowel, added.
and then sprang aside laughing. One of the officers asked him The old hussar shook his clenched angrily why he wished to go back. fist menacingly. Those were mistaken, if any, who “Wait a little, Italian !” he cried, expected a rude answer from the "I will find you yet.” Then saluting hassar.
the General's window with his sabre, “ Yonder is my regiment," he re- he galloped away, plied, again twirling his mustache. It was thought that a tear glistened * A true soldier bides by his colours.” in the General's eye, as he turned to
To this nothing could be objected. his staff, and said
* Well, Miska, that you may not " Such soldiers should we have !" desert from us, I let you go free." Such were the soldiers with whom
“ Thanks, Colonel.” Once more the Görgey drove before him the best hand was raised to the schako's place. generals of Austria ; with whom he - You can go."
triumphed in that brilliant conflict, The hussar lingered, rubbed his of fourteen days' duration, which ternose, and frowned.
minated in the capture of Pesth, the " Colonel-you surely do not in relief of Komorn, and the complete tend me to pass through the whole retreat of the Imperialists.* These camp in hussar uniform, and on foot. were the men who rode up to the very I should die of shame. Let them give mouths of the Austrian cannon at me back my horse."
Isazeg, † and who followed, in twenty * Your horse? That is the Empe- conflicts, the well-known war-cry of ror's property, my son."
the gigantic Serb, Dámjánics. Of this
* War in Hungary, i. 206-7.
+ Ibid. ii. 20.