or Lever as the sources from which they | Sir William de Bathe, Samuel Lover, first derived their passion for a naval or Robert Bell, Charles Reade, Peter Cun. military career. But this is very different ningham, Frank Fladgate, better known from a man of Mr. Yates's maturity and as Papa," and J. D., “ most mellow of experience deliberately asserting that elderly iopers, with all the characteristics " Pendeonis "impelled him into literature. of .Bardolph of Brasenose' - a veteran It may be so, and there seems throughout who drank and swore in the good old-fash. Mr. Yates's nature a strong vein og senti ioned way, and who came to a sad end, ment which would partially account for poor fellow, dying alone in his Temple the fact. But the prosaic critic may be chambers, on a Christmas eve, of loss of pardoned for suspecting that he has un blood from an accident, while the men in consciously exaggerated the influence of the rooms below heard him staggering the book. Mr. Yates had from the very about and groaning, but took no notice, as first, partly, it may be, as a result of his they fancied their neighbor was only in thorough training in French and German, his usual condition.” Thackeray was the partly as a gift of nature, a real capacity presiding genius of the place. As Mr. for literature. He has always possessed Gallenga has said in his concluding chapa faculty of neat and concise expression, ter, “Thackeray was a member but not flavored by wit, fun, and irony, that is ex much of a frequenter of the Athenæum ceedingly rare amongst English writers, Club, his preference being all for the Gar. and that renders him, in certain kinds of rick, a club better suited to the free and composition, unsurpassed by any and un. easy, somewhat Bohemian, tastes and approached by most of his contempora. habits of his arly days.” When Mr. ries. Ability of this sort would have Yates was first admitted to the Garrick he found its right field of display, and if Mr. was not eighteen years of age. When he Yates will forgive “the young gentleman, left it he was twenty-seven, and Thack. theo fresh from Oxford, who called upon eray, who was the cause of his leaving it, him in 1866, at the Post Office, with a let. was forty-seven. The litile article con. ter of introduction from Tom Hood," and tributed by Mr. Yates to a paper long of whose articles in Temple Bar he was since dead, at which Thackeray took grave good enough to approve, for saying it, umbrage, scarcely deserves the censures neither “ Pendennis” nor its author had passed upon it by its author. It is simply perhaps as much to do as he supposes a piece of smart, hurried, impertinent, and with the initial step he took on the road curiously young writing. Now, as Thack. to literary fame. At the same time Mr. eray was then twenty years Mr. Yates's Yates ought to know and the fact that senior, what one might have expected he is now deliberately of opinion that such from him was, if he had been incurably is the case, even if be misconceives the wouoded, silent contempt; or if he had circumstances, furnishes a suggestive been merely annoyed, a sharpish caution. clue to, and is a significant commentary to Mr. Yates. The article in question did: on, the appreciative, impulsive, aod sym- not violate the sanctity of club life. It pathetic aspects of his character. li is disclosed no private or semi-private con.. curious that if “Peodepois” first made versations; it said absolutely nothing more Mr. Yates a writer, the author of "Pen- about Thackeray than was at the time on depois” should have been directly instru- the lips of every one, and was, therefore, mental in investing the year 1858 with public property. Thackeray, however, "the vast importance” with which, in his very absurdly, as all cool-headed persons. seventh chapter, Mr. Yates says "it was will think, addressed to Mr. Yates a for.. fraught to him." The reference is to the mal letter, which, as its recipient says, events that led to Mr. Yates's withdrawal was severe to the point of cruelty – being, from the Garrick Club. Both for its io. indeed, an inexplicably bitter outburst of terest and its taste the Garrick chapter personal feeling, and ó a censure, in comis excellent. "'The most striking portion parison with the offence committed, ludi. of the club in those days was the smoking. crously exaggerated.” What, however, room on the ground floor, built out over under the circumstances, Mr. Yates ought the leads' - a good-sized apartment, to have done is perfectly clear. Young comfortably furnished, well-ventilated, and men of twenty-seven cannot allow them. adorned by large pictures specially painted selves the luxury of engaging their supe. for it by Stanfield, David Roberts, and riors and elders in single combat. Their Louis Haghe." Among the habitués of business is to be conciliatory and to wait. the establishment were Charles Kemble, Mr. Yates should clearly have written to " Assassin” Smith, Clarkson Stanfield, Thackeray an apologetic disclaimer, as

suring the great povelist that he had mis. Although this letter was not sent, the understood the motives with, and the spirit of Mr. Yates's actual rejoinder, apconditions under, which the offending arti- proved though it was by Dickens, was cle was penned ; that on reading it the scarcely more conciliatory. There is no author recognized its impropriety, and I need to pursue the details of the incident. that doing this he could only cry “ Pec. The alternative was at last presented to cavi !” express his extreme regret, and Mr. Yates of apologizing to Thackeray or throw himself on his elder's consideration. of quitting the club. Here Mr. Yates One of two things must then have hapo made a second mistake. He declined to pened: either Thackeray would have ac- apologize, and preferred the doom of exile. cepted the apology and condoned the That he was to a great extent in the right offence, or, by refusing to do so, he would ought really not to have weighed with him. have made a graceless exhibition of churl. Matters of this sort are practically deishoess, and public opinion, even the opin- cided not on their merits but by the preju. ion of the Garrick Club, would have been dices and the partialities of a majority. with Mr. Yates. The letter which Mr. Mr. Yates has given the facts; only a few Yates prepared in draft, so far from being remarks are necessary to place them in an apology, was a challenge, a justification their proper perspective. The inference of all he had originally said, and a jus- is irresistible that Thackeray's feelings tification by reference to instances which were worked upon from outside, and that would have been most exasperating to influences hostile to Mr. Yates were from Thackeray. “I took the liberty," to quote the first brought to bear upon him. Dashhis own words, “ of reminding Thackeray ing and successful young men of strongly of some past errors of his own, not the defined “personality," and superabun. result of the hasty occupation of an hour, dance of animal spirits, are never likely but deliberately extending over a long to be popular among their elders. It also space of time, and marked by the most seems reasonable to suppose there may wanton, reckless, and aggravating person have been a clique antagonistic to Mr. ality.”

Yates in the Garrick Club, of which Mr. I reminded him how, in his “Yellowplush Yates's friend, now deceased, who menCorrespondence," he had described Dr. Lard- tioned to Thackeray the authorship of the ner and Sir E. L. Bulwer : “One was pail, and article which produced the mischief, was wor spektickles, a wig, and a white neckcloth; possibly the leader. Again, Mr. Yates's the other was slim, with a hook nose, a pail champion and adviser in the whole matter fase, a small waist, a pare of falling shoulders, was Thackeray's rival, whom Thackeray a tight coat, and a catarack of black satting himself, however fervently he could, as tumbling out of his busm, and falling into a Mr. Payo shows was the case, admire his gilt velvit weskit.”. How he had held them up genius, personally disliked. In this matter to ridicule by calling them “Docthor Athana. sius Lardner” and “Mistaw Edwad Lytton there can be no doubt that Dickens showed Bulwig,” by reproducing the brogue of the one himself as bad an adviser as Delane, prac. and the drawl of the other, and by exhibiting Lised man of the world though he was, them as contemptible in every way.

did upon another occasion when Dickens In regard to the Garrick Club, I called Mr. invoked his services as a counsellor. Thackeray's attention to the fact that he had It would be exceedingly presumptuous not merely, in his “Book of Snobs,” and under on the part of one who never had the the pseudonym of Captain Shindy, given an honor of being in Thackeray's company exact sketch of a former member, Mr. Stephen Price, reproducing Mr. Price's frequent and

- except, indeed, once, some thirty years well-known phrases ; he had not merely, in the ago, when the great man, coming down same book, drawn on a wood block ́a close to West Somerset to inspect a small resemblance of Wyndham Smith, a fellow country house which he then thought of member, which was printed among the “Sport. buying or renting, noticed him as a child ing Snobs," Mr. W. Smith being a sporting - to attempt any estimate of Thackeray's man; he had not merely, in “ Pendennis," made character. Anthony Trollope, who on a sketch of a former member, Captain Granby the strength of a seven years', though ex. Calcraft, under the name of Captain Granby ceedingly slight, acquaintance with the Tiptoff, but in the same book, under the name author of “Vanity Fair,” dared to peo a of Foker, he had most offensively, though monograph on him, was called to account amusingly, reproduced every characteristic, in language, manner, and gesture, of our fellow with contemptuous severity by the surviv. member, Mr. Andrew Arcedeckne, and had ing relatives of the object of his admira. gone so far as to give an exact woodcut portion. Some of the stories told by Mr. trait of him, to Mr. Arcedeckne's intense an

Yates of Thackeray are as good as any. noyance.

thiog of the kiod which can be expected. There are also, as we have seen, some a copper will pursue him with execrations. reminiscences of bim in Mr. Gallenga's Of Thackeray no biography worthy of the work, and a few pages are devoted to him name has yet been published, and even by Mr. Payn. But they really tell us when it is published it will fail to supply nothing. Death, the great leveller, is also us in all probability with any formula of the great distorter, and it is the most diffi. manageable dimensioos in which we can cult thing in the world to arrive at anyo appraise the man. thing like a complete idea of the identity of so many-sided a man as 'Thackeray.

Everything about him [says Mr. Gallenga) Lord Beaconsfield, in his last novel, “ En his humor, his countenance, his voice, was dymion,” drew him, as to Disraeli the changeable. In the depth of his heart 'I am

inclined to believe he was all kindness, but all younger he seemed to be, at full length in sourness and uncharitableness on the surface. St. Barbe. But then Lord Beaconsfield Like Carlyle, he spoke precisely as he wrote. may have travestied his original, just as His cynicism, his misanthrophy and pessimism, we are assured he caricatured and calum- his hatred of mobbism and Sunkeyism, were diated John Wilson Croker. Upon those with him inexhaustible themes. But it was in who were personally acquainted with a a great measure mere bounce – rodomontade great man gone, death produces an effect and fanfaronade — and it grew louder and more upon the moral features of their illustri. blatant in proportion as his domestic fortunes ous friend analogous to that which it is improved, and his real good nature ripened

and mellowed. said to produce upon the human physiog. nomy. Countenances which, while the

Mr. Yates's volumes, apart from their breaih remained in the body, were un purely personal interest, have — and the lovely, harsh, angular, or coarse, are tra remark holds, to some extent, good of ditionally supposed to be invested with Mr. Gallenga's and Mr. Payn's — a genua spiritual beauty and ennoblement di- ine historical value. Mr. Gállenga's book, rectly the muscles, sinew, and marrow are indeed, contains a succinct, lucid, and reduced to an inanimate clay. It is the admirably written account of the patriotic fashion nowadays for the moral being of movement in Italy which came to a tria man to undergo a similar transforma umphant close when, on that memorable tion. Again, what is called character is 20th of September, 1870, the troops of habitually invested with an unreal unity. General Cadorna passed into the Eter. Pope's celebrated couplet,

nal City. Mr. Gallenga occupies a promi. Nothing so true as what you once let fall, nent place in that brilliant galaxy of Most women have no character at all, special aod war correspondents, the other

bright particular stars of which are W. H. is applicable to the majority of the Russell, Sala, Forbes, and Cameron of stronger as well as to the weaker sex: the Standard. He has also, as a political Consistency is the last thiog one should writer, especially on foreign affairs, left look for, except amongst the most elevated behind him a reputation in Printing of their kind, and not always with them. House Square which will never be forgotIt is just possible that the infinite variety ten. of the man, and the inconsistency and contradictions which it involved, may be Personally I do not think that any work I the chief reasons that render it so hard was allowed to do in my time was ever re. for those who never koew him personally warded by a word of praise more gratifying to to form a notion of what manner of mad my self-esteem than that which Delane be. Thackeray was. What are called esti: end of that seven years' severe trial. "He had

stowed upon me from the beginning to the mates of character are in nine hundred

great confidence in my judgment and knowl. and ninety.nine cases out of a thousand edge of Continental affairs, and allowed me to the records of personal, of interested, and conduct the wars and revolutions of that event. of, therefore, more or less untrustworthy ful period at my own discretion. He heard impressions. They are true as far as they that the Times authority on military subjects go and no further. If of two mendicants, never stood higher. He was told by 'club who meet a pedestrian, one at the top and quidnuncs, who congratulated him on the war the other ai the bottom of the street, the articles in the great journal, that there was former receives sixpence and the latter only one man in England who understood such pothing, the estimates which they each subjects so thoroughly, and that was Sir John form of the same individual will be dia. Burgoyne, and he laughed in his sleeve as he

answered that they — the quidnuncs —"were metrically opposite. The beggar who has perhaps not much out in their surmises.” At pocketed the dole will heap blessings upon the same time, however, there were many him; the beggar who bas failed to secure anxious moments at the various stages of the Franco-German war, especially during the three / gent notion of a political situation in a great days before Metz, towards the close of the remote capital. siege of Paris, or the campaign of Aurelles de Mr. Gallenga makes some suggestive Paladine and Chanzy on the Loire, in which a remarks on ihe social revolution which sudden turn in the fortune of arms seemed has been accomplished since the period probable, seemed imminent, and when, never- of his first stay in England. "Men," he theless, I pinned my faith to Moltke's genius, and staked, as it were, the Times' reputation tells us, then travelled little; the women on the German's complete final victory; and seldom left home except for their three then my good editor came to me late in the weeks' sea-bathing at Herne Bay or evening pale with anxiety, begging me not to be Broadstairs. They seldom saw the inside rash, not too confident, for he had seen this, and of a theatre, and few of them were great he had heard that, and competent judges, whom readers, for Mudie was not yet, nor Wes. he named, among others Colonel B—, had terton, nor the Grosvenor or the London assured him that we were venturing too far, and Library, and books were hard to borrow that events would soon contradict our state and dear to buy." When Mr. Yates first ments and demolish our theories, greatly to the loss of the Times prestige. When Paris knew London, Butcher Hall Lane had not surrendered, and Moltke and I had triumphed disappeared, Alton Ale houses abounded over prostrate France, my dear Delane drew a to the east of Temple Bar, Almack's was long breath and wrote to me a kind letter of in its zenith, the Adelaide Gallery had congratulation, stating how glad he was that just been taken by Laurent, the Holbora he had trusted me, that I had always been Restaurant was a swimming bath, Vaux. right in my forecast, and had not, by one sin. hall, though in its decadence," dingy, gle false step during that long warlike crisis, dear, and absurdly expensive,” was popumisled the English reading public, I have lar, the overland route was on view in still the letter before me, and I value it far Waterloo Place, the park was full of pro: more highly than any Red or Black Eagle that Bismarck could have bestowed upon me.

digious dandies, cheap chop-houses and foreign eating houses were

in vogue, When, therefore, Mr. Galleoga says, “I Paddy Green was in his patriarchal bloom. might also feel tempted to flatter myself | There was none of the display, luxury, that my career as a journalist was not an and glitter of these latter times, but there absolute failure,” he speaks with unneces. was much comfort, much geniality, and sary diffidence and modesty. In talking an amount of sociability, and a facility for of "the cut and dry manner which has cheap amusements now unknown. Bobecome almost the technical and conveo. hemia then occupied a recognized and tional style of the press, especially since considerable place in the map of London. the invention of electric wires has sunk Mr. Sala was brought from Rool's oyster. the correspondent's business to the level shop to be presented to the Duke of of that of the mere telegraph clerk,” he Sutherland, then Marquess of Stafford, will be held by competent judges to be in who was loud in praise of " Colonel error. The influence of telegraphy upon Quagg's Conversion,” at the Fielding the style of the special and war corre- Club. Robert Brough was denouncing spondent has certainly not been hostile, the sham culture of pseudo-classicists in still less fatal, to vigor and picturesque his lyrics, and published in his “ Songs pess; witness the marvellous despatches of the Governing Classes ” a passionate of Mr. Cameron and Mr. Forbes. On attack upon social distinctions with the the other hand, it has probably robbed the refrain, resident correspondent in foreigo capitals,

'Tis a curse to the land, deny it who can, and therefore the press generally, of some That self.same boast, I'm a gentleman. of its own authority. Instead of the wellweighed and instructive letters on foreign Mr. Edmund Byng, Mr. Yates's godfather, affairs, which used to be highly profitable entertained the most select of guests with reading, and which have now almost en the plainest and best of dinners, and tirely disappeared from journalism, - the young men, “who to-day sit down to soup, Times, the Morning Post, the St. James's hish, entrées — then called made dishes Gazette, and the Globe alone being per- - a roast, a bird, a sweet, a savory, and mitted by inexorable exigencies of space a bottle of claret, would then have been occasionally to publish them, — we have content with a slice off the joint, a bit of to be content with telegraphic despatches cheese, and a pint of beer." Even Mr. which are admirable as viewy condensa. Yates, when he first married, as he could tions of the latest news, but which have not afford to give his friends good wine, little permanent value, and which scarcely and would not give them bad,” reyaled help the average reader to form an intelli- them on bitter ale. Lucky frieods! though one may hope that if, even in this degen-, gentleman whose admiration was almost erate epoch, Mr. Yates were starting too legibly visible for so very public ao afresh he would be not so far borne away occasion. Borroughdale, on his side, was by the vicious contagion of fashion as to primed and loaded, full cock, ready for an endeavor to sap the digestion of his com- avowal. It was nothing absolutely pany by the loaded acidity which is called nothing – to him who might be listenclaret, and the abominable decoctions of ing; how many people might be looking sugar and petroleum known as cham- on; like a man bent upon some for lord pagne. London, Lord Beaconsfield re. hope he had come to that point when to marked some months before his death, go on is immeasurably easier than to tura which was once a very dull place, is now back. He would know his fate, he vowed a very ainusing place, and so from one to himself, before he left the house that point of view it is. But the impression eveniog, nay, before he left that easy-chair left upon the reader who was not per- upon which he was then sitting. Even sonally acquainted with the metropolis he, however, needed some starting point, during the first decade of the Victorian some vantage.ground, however slight, era, as he lays down Mr. Yates's volumes, from which to launch his declaration. It is, that if we have gained considerably we was not very long, however, before he bave also lost oot a little. There is much discovered one. which is cheap and nasty now; there was “ What a lovely bracelet that is of much which was cheap and pleasant then. yours !” he exclaimed. “ I never noticed “ Timmins's little dinders" had not be it before. That one, I mean," touching come regular events, and the trail of Mrs. with his finger a broad band of gold Ponsonby de Tompkios was not over us clasped with three brilliants which Niss all. In yet another respect, of a far more Holland wore upon her left wrist. important character, was there a distinc. “Yes, is it not? It belonged to my tion between the epoch when Mr. Yates mother,” she answered, a blush, evoked commenced his active existence and the partly by his manner, partly by the recol. present. No such central figures in lit. lection called up by the bracelet, crossing erature - Dickens, Thackeray, Macaulay her cheek. Ji bad been parted with in

- as existed theo exist now. The gen. the days of their poverty, and lately found eral average of literary productiveness has again and redeemed with some litile diffiimmensely increased, but the stimulating culty by herself. influences of individual geoius, placed Borroughdale noticed the blush, and it upon a high pedestal, have disappeared. leot him additional Literature, and especially periodical lit. “ There is one uncommonly like it at erature, has become more highly organ. home,” he said. “It belonged to my ized, and therefore more of a business. mother, too. I wish you would have it, The result has been favorable to the social Miss Holland,” he added audaciously. and moral welfare of the literary class, but “ You might wear it upon your other it has involved the sacrifice of not a little wrist." freshoess aod of a great deal of fun. This, it will be owned, for a shy man T. H. S. Escort. was pretty well! Katherine Holland,

however, was determined, if possible, to ignore what this evening seemed the extraordinary and unprecedented signifi.

cance of his manner; so, although rather From Macmillan's Magazine.

to her own annoyance she blushed again, BORROUGHDALE OF BORROUGHDALE.

she answered lightly, – “For every man hath a talent if he do but find it." “Thank you very much, Lord Bor.

JOHN LOCKE.

roughdale, but I am afraid I couldn't well CHAPTER III.

wear your bracelet, could I ? "

" Why not?” (continued.)

“ Well, for several reasons. KATHERINE HOLLAND felt a little be. because it wouldn't belong to me," she wilderment. It was almost as if a new answered. acquaintance had presented himself. The “ It would if I gave it to you." young man who had sat so often tête-d-tête “ Yes, but then you couldn't well do with her in her aunt's drawing-room, that, could you? Ii it was your mother's, hardly daring to lift bis eyes to her face, it is no doubt part of your family jewels. seemed an uiterly different personage I have heard that they are particularly from this bold-eyed, confident-toned young fine."

For one,