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man is surely to be cherished. He of literature to mark the path I have: knows by what vows I was bound ; travelled. Some are now reposing on will he ever believe that I was forced the book-shelves of a dignitary of the by any circumstances to break all the Church in an island off the coast of ties that bound we to love and to Normandy. Some are in the Theologhonor ?"
ical Library of the Jesuit fathers at Seeing him affected to tears by this, Monaco. Some are in Italy, some iu the I contented myself with saying: “It is Riviera, some in Switzerland. Among 'your duty to dismiss regrets which are those which still remain to me are some now useless, and which henceforth dis- quaint volumes - early editions of Rushonor you. I leave you to the care of kin, “ Letters from the Dead to the a wife who needs no words of mine to Living, " " The Tale of a Tub,” bearreconcile you to your good fortune, and ing on its title-page the autograph of if Rose will be guided by my advice, “ Thomas Sheers,” the father of the we shall soon rejoin you."
brothers Sheers who were executed for Before taking leave of Sara and Dil-high treason in 1798, and many other nich it was agreed that my brother curious volumes, not the least interestshould assume the style and title of ing of which, at this moment, is an Earl C— as head of the family. early edition of Tennyson, containing a George was not likely to return to Ire- frontispiece, pasted into it, drawn in land, and I felt sure of his approval. I pen and ink by the hand of Alfred saluted Sara, therefore, as Countess Tennyson in 1839; and beside it an old C and I was extremely civil to brown manuscript journal, dated 1839– Lord Lynch, though I prevented his 1840, written by the donor of this literhaving any communication with Pat- ary bequest, who was an intimate rick, assuring him that my brother was friend of the Tennysons. From this not yet sufficiently recovered for con- journal I extract the following pages, versation. Then I occupied myself which I have read with considerable solely with preparations for my jour- interest, and which, as all the actors in ney.
this curious and romantic episode recorded are now dead, I may, without indiscretion, publish.
As a prefatory explanation, I should
mention that at the time when theFrom Blackwood's Magazine.
journal was commenced Mrs. Neville A VISIT TO THE TENNYSONS IN 1839.
and Louisa Lanesborough were deeply I know that I shall be ripped open like a pig. and lovingly attached friends living in
Guernsey. The former, who was conAlas, my lord, you must pay the penalty of fame. sumptive, was going with her little
daughter Laura to pay a visit to the SOME little time ago I came into pos- Tennysons at Beech Hill, and to consession (through the death of a friend) sult the well-known Dr. Curie in Lonof a library of about two thousand vol- don ; but she was not strong enough to umes. I am not a bookworm, though I travel alone, and not rich enough to am fond of books, not only for their engage the services of a nurse or a own sake, but on account of the good maid. In the emergency Louisa Lanesthey may do in safe hands, when judi- borough volunteered, in her romantic ciously used.
I have accordingly, devotion to her friend, to disguise herthough frequently urged, always re- self as a Guernsey servant, and to fused to sell any of this very hetero- accompany her in the seeming capacity geneous,
miscellaneous collection of of nurse and attendant. This she acvolumes, but have somewhat unwisely, complished very cleverly, without the from a pecuniary point of view, carried knowledge of even her own father, who the greater part of them about with me was a general officer residing on his in my wanderings, and have left a traill estate in the island, - she having, low
ever, obtained his permission to pay a to the appellation, and sent to say that visit to some friends in England. I was well. Then, as night came on, I
How she carried out her intention, went down into the fore-cabin, quite and the extraordinary risks she ran, astonished at its size and comfort, and the hairbreadth escapes she had really as good as the ladies', if not betwhen leaving home in her disguise, are ter. I got into a nice berth, was not duly recorded in the journal ; but not very ill, and suffered most from anxiety being of such general interest as the about Mimosa. part she played among her friends the Morning dawned ; at five o'clock Tennysons, I shall omit them, and we arrived in Southampton in a fog begin my extracts on the 11th March, and misty rain. I went down to my 1839, the day on which, in her assumed mistress, who gave me ler shawls, character and her assumed name etc., to take care of and see after the Marion Langlais — she began her ro- coach, which I did, and getting in, we mantic adventure, which is here re- drove to the Castle Inn. Here a fire corded day by day.
was lighted in the bedroom and sittingI should further mention that at room, and I ordered hers and Miss this time there existed a friendly liter- Laura's breakfast, at which I served ary artistic clique, entitling themselves them - and how odd it felt ! - and “The Husks,” among whom Mary and then went down to the inn kitchen for Emily Tennyson, and Louisa Lanes- mine, which was comfortably laid out, borough and Mary Neville, were con- and I had a slice of fried bacon to eat spicuous, and one of whose poetic idols, with it. After this I settled my miseven at this early period of his ca- tress on the sofa, and got my work till reer,
was Alfred Tennyson. These it was time to go to the custom-house “ Husks" had in use among themselves with Mr. Luce. Here I was ordered a peculiar parlance, and we find such about in a way that somewhat astonwords “deadly” (meaning thrill- ished me ; but I passed the things, and
shuckling (a familiar chat), sat and worked, able to talk away in “slothing” (a sweet do-nothing in the French as fast as I pleased, and havtwilight), which were in constant use ing famous chats. I had great trouble among the initiated.
to help laughing, still more to help petThis explanation is necessary to make ting and kissing my mistress, who clear what might otherwise be univtel- was likewise constantly calling me ligible in the following extracts from Louisa' instead of · Marion. Laura Louisa Lanesborough's journal, which remarked, “Mamma, does not Marion begin (on board the ship in Guernsey remind you of Louisa Lanesborough ? Harbor): –
They speak alike,' but saw no other “ 11th March, 1839. — I was off, actu- resemblance; and the next day she ally off, on my wild adventure, and said, “Marion is not like Louisa in almost free from fear of detection. On face, only something like her when she board I watched and waited impatiently speaks.' At dinner-time, to stand befor a sign of the dear expected things, hind Mimosa's chair and hand the even to the last boat. Oh! what if plates, etc., was quite too much for our anything had prevented their coming, risible faculties. This whole day was
if I missed them after all ? But no! an uneasy apprenticeship for the comDr. Hoskins carrying Laura, and dear ing duties. Miss Murray called, and Mimosa (Mrs. Neville) following, set others, which excited and fatigued my heart at ease. We could give dear Mimosa, and she would not or nó sign, but it was enough to have could not go to bed with restlessness seen her; and almost immediately the and pain. She wrote to Charley (her steamer set off with at least two bewil- brother), and I to Mary Tennyson ; dered, excited beings on board. By but dark things came over us both, and and by the stewardess came to inquire we froisse'd one another to tears for Mrs. Neville's servant; I answered 'fools that we were ! ingeniously distill
ing the bitterest drops from trifles, or and put her to bed ; then tea for my from sorrows loathsome enough al- mistress, and waited on her; and then ready! One and two o'clock struck, I went down to get my own. I was tired believe, ere we separated for bed. and hungry enough to enjoy it and be
" Thursday. — We left in the Red quite refreshed, so I brushed her hair. Rover for London, and now I began to A note came from Emily Tennyson, feel the coming reality of my new life ; and she went to bed and slept a little. before I had only dreamed of it. We " The next morning I got her breakwere less inclined to laugh at each fast, and dressed Miss Laura, which other, and less often mistook names was scarcely done when Miss Tennyand persons. Dear Mimosa was very son came up. How nervous it made tired. A hedge of double and single me! I dared not speak or look, and snowdrops on the road cheered her, when obliged to answer, it was bolted and I gathered some for her. Rode on out for fear of laughing. At length, to the outside for a little time ; but it was my joy, Mimosa sent me out to put a so bitterly cold that I could not for letter in the post; and though it was long, and got in again. The evening raining, and a dirty, foggy, rainy day advanced so fast that we entered Lon- in London, yet I enjoyed my ramble. don by gaslight, rattling on through Going in an omnibus to Bishopsgate the crowded streets, and my heart Street, took our places for Beech Hill, keeping time with the wheels as I drew and then to the General Post — franked near the place where we expected to a letter for Charles — called at Scemeet the Tennysons.
Stopping at ley's 1 - and so on till about three Hatchett's Hotel, Piccadilly, she anx- o'clock. It was then time to think of iously inquired if any one was come going. Miss Tennyson took leave ; for for her ? No- no This upset to my great vexation I found that Mrs. her, for she hoped to reach Beech Hill Tennysou, Alfred, Frederick, and all that evening. And now, whilst I col- but Mary, Cecilia, and Miss Fytch, lected the trunks and packages and were away from home. This was vexLaura, dear Mimosa was half wild with atious, yet still it was Beech Hill, the excitement and irritation, noways les- Tenuysons' home. sened when, after all the fuss and « On our way from London, Mimosa annoyance, she found that she had told me that Emily had taken quite a mistaken the place, and it was at fancy to me as 'Marion ;' said I was the Golden Cross, Charing Cross, that'so neat, and active, and intelligent, Mary Tennyson was waiting for her || she longed to have just such a one ! So I called a coach, got her in, bag and This comforted me a little ; but oh ! baggage, drove to the Golden Cross, was I not nervous and strange as the and eagerly inquired for Miss Tenny- coach drove nearer and nearer and son. Yes, they had been there, but stopped ! Mimosa received with ecwere gone. Really it was dreadful! stasy in the parlor, and I, for the first But as there was no alternative a room time feeling an inferior, sent into the was ordered, and Mimosa shown up, kitchen, and then going up into my while I got the things and discharged mistress's room, unpacking the truuks, the man.
To my horror I found she and laying out her things, making the had been dragged up four pairs of room quite comfortable before she stairs — she who was so weak that one came up, and I was called to tea, was too many; and exhausted and The kitchen is a nice one, with such wretched and ill was she indeed. The a fine fire, and three nice, cleanpeople, too, so uncivil, so careless and looking English maidservants, – the rude and inattentive! Was I not glad to be as · Marion’then, with the power 1 Seeley was Louisa Lanesborough's publisher, and privilege of getting and doing for and she was at this time bringing out a book.
Subsequently she contributed to the Intellectual her all that she wanted ! After the Observer, and wrote and illustrated a number of fire was lighted I got tea for Miss Laura scientific works. – B. T.
cook, Mary, and Ann, — and John in mistress's fire, and then I fell asleep livery. They were very polite and again till the breakfast-bell rang. I kind, and really so much higher than hurried on my things, and was soon our servants, it seemed. I felt very down, and made a capital breakfast, awkward, afraid of speaking lest I and explained how it was that I was so should betray myself; and then my late and hadn't slept with Ann, "'cause dress felt strange, and the hair and missus wasn't well in the night.' Then the cap, etc. I was glad to be called I came up, and dressed Miss Laura, to undress the young lady. That and brushed mistress's hair, whilst night I went down to supper at nine Miss Mary Tennyson came iu to chat a o'clock, milk and water and bread and little before she went down. As misbutter; and when the Tennysons had tress did not feel inclined for her teawished Mimosa good-night, how much breakfast, I settled her room till they we had to tell ! I slept with the went to church at eleven o'clock. There housemaid very soundly, for I was was I, Marion, in my red apron and
thick cap, sitting between Mimosa and Louisa used to tell ip after years of Mary Tennyson, having to arrange her borror when, on being shown to Miss Cecilia's collar, and listened to, “ber room” that night, she found that myself being talked of, whilst they little she was to share the housemaid's bed ; dreamt how near • L. L.' was to them. for apart even from the unwelcome I got mistress's breakfast, and then companionship, she feared to fall asleep read to her ; till they came from lest tbe black “ front” of coarse hair church we were together, but then I which she wore should slip aside dur- went and got her some lunch, and our ing the night, and reveal her own long, dinner being ready, we servants sat fair tresses beneath ! So she lay down to cold roast-beef and hot dumpawake, balf undressed, with the net ling. I ate enormously, and was so cap and black false hair most uncom- hungry, and then made haste up to fortably covering her hot head, until mistress with a hot bottle for her feet. good-natured Ann — secretly wonder- She desired me to take it into the paring, no doubt, at the “foreign person's lor, which I did, with pillows, and made ways was snoring soundly ; and her comfortable. All the afternoon I then, overcome with drowsiness, she was able to read and write alone up. also fell into a profound sleep.
stairs, only having Miss Laura to hear “ Saturday. — Got up ; at half past read and say Psalm 145 : she was so seven went into my mistress's room good and steady it is quite unnatural and took down the candlesticks. Break- having her so. At four o'clock brushed fast was ready, and I took it. I see and combed her hair for dinner, during they are greatly abused at my for- which I was again alone till near six, eign appearance, and seem to wonder when my mistress
up to be at my speaking English so well. They · Mimosa’ for a while, and I was called asked me many questions about my to tea, after which I got Miss Laura's country and my mistress ; but they milk and water and made her a piece are nice, respectable, well-conducted of toast, and heard her say her hymns. servants, as far as I can see, and John Mistress came to curl her hair, and does pot venture to speak to me." went down again ; and I was dread
Mrs. Neville horrified when fully sleepy and tired, so much so that Louisa unfolded her tale of how the after a vain attempt to read and write I night had been spent, and they agreed fell fast asleep in the great chair, that “ Marion” should sleep with her roused only by the sound of coming
mistress for the future, on the voices, mistress,' and Miss Mary, and plea of requiring attendance during the Miss Cecilia. I was desired to brush night.
her hair, which I did, whilst Cecilia Sunday, 16. – Was roused by the read Alfred's poetry, Break, break, tap at the door of Ann coming to light break !” out loud, and talked husky,'
but not for long. They saw that she Over the earth pass on was dreadfully tired, and left her ; but With free untiring wing, she would not go to bed, and talked
But howl with a voice of wailing, away till very late, wheu I crept into
Thou wild and deadly thing ! bed with her, and slept as sound as a
For the world is a place of sorrow, rock.
Of weeping and of woe, Monday. - The eight o'clock break
And paved with torn and broken hearts fast-bell rang as I was going down- Of those who dwell below. stairs ; but it was the bell only, for breakfast was not nearly ready ; but as
Howl ! as thou passest onward
Over the restless sea, eight o'clock is the appointed hour, and
For the ocean of tears all measured the mistress desires the bell to ring
In the fount of misery. that she may know when they do breakfast, the cook rings, and is satis- Oh ! the earth is disturbed in its rest fied. We did not wait very long, and When thou passest on thy way, I hurried up to dress Miss Laura, after Shaking the early dewdrops which I dressed Mimosa ; and as Mary
From every leafless spray. Tennyson came in, I went to get her
But howl ! howl ! howl ! breakfast. She is always weak and
Thy voice is a solemn knell languid in the morning, and the wind
O’er the tomb which lies all silently N.E. increased her pain in the chest.
In my dark soul's secret cell. She is not better yet, at any rate, and I
L. L. fancy her even weaker. Thank God I am near her! Yet how shall I write to Tuesday, March 18. The weather them in Guernsey ?
was so fine that I thought this a good “I went out to gather coves for Miss opportunity to go to Waltham, and Laura to-day, and in emptying her when I had given Mimosa her breakmamma's basket I found the lost ring. fast I asked leave to go, which was I was so delighted ; and when I was granted; but by the time that she was sent for to change the bottle at my mis- down, and her luncheon and
dinner tress's feet, I told her. I had then to over, it was rather late. I set off with fetch her some water to wash her my little panier au bras, and walked to hands, got the tray, and a finger-glass Waltham Abbey, on a dreary, uninterwith warm water, and a towel over my esting road of about three miles. It arm as I stood beside lier, Mary Ten- was market-day ; there was very little nyson looking at me, and Cecilia also. to admire except the old wing of the Oh! how little they suspected me. abbey. I made my purchases and reAnd this morning, when bringing up turned home as quickly as I could, so her breakfast of tea instead of isinglass tired that I could scarcely move. Went milk, says Mary, ' If Louisa Lanesbor- to report myself in the parlor and give ough was here, she'd make you take Miss Fytch her ink, and was desired to the milk !' 'No,' says Mimosa, she refill the hot bottle and rub my miswouldn't!' And then they went on tress's legs, which I did. She made talking of me as one far away, even Mary Tennyson read out Wordsworth's whilst I touched her and looked at her. odes, and Cecilia Alfred's ballad of I do wonder that she does not recog- the 'Ladye of Burleigh.' I was almost nize my voice !
too tired to enjoy it, but got refreshed “ Cecilia's reading Alfred's deadly after my tea, and read and wrote a little poetry of “Break, break, break,' made till ten o'clock, when I went and told me write a few verses in the same style my mistress it was bedtime, got her of deadliness :
some supper which she would not eat,
and then made her some tea.” Howl ! howl ! howl ! On thy voiceless way, thou wind !
And now came what we may call a Unseen save only by the track
new act in this strange little drama. Of waste and woe behind.
“ Friday, 21st March. — My first day