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PROPOSALS FOR A CONTINUATION OF IVANHOE. that her married conduct would equal her spinster of us is there acquainted with the sex that has out behavior, and that Rowena the wife would be remarked this propensity in lovely woman, and a pattern of correctness for all the matrons of how often the wisest in the council are made to bed England.
as fools at her board, and the boldest in the battleSuch was the fact. For miles around Rother-field are craven when facing her distaff? wood her character for piety was known. Her “ Where you were locked up with the Jewess in the castle was a rendezvous for all the clergy and tower,” is a remark, too, of which Wilfrid keenly monks of the district, whom she fed with the rich felt, and, perhaps, the reader will understand, the est viands, while she pinched herself upon pulse significancy. When the daughter of Isaac of and water. There was not an invalid in the ihree York brought her diamonds and rubies—the poor, ridings, Saxon or Norman, but the palfrey of the gentle victim !--and, meekly laying them at the Lady Rowena might be seen journeying to his feet of the conquering Rowena, departed into door, in company with Father Glauber her almo foreign lands to tend the sick of her people, and to der, and Brother Thomas of Epsom, her leech. brood over the bootless passion which consumed She lighted up all the churches in Yorkshire with her own pure heart, one would have thought that wax-candles, The offerings of her piety. The bells the heart of the royal lady would have melted beof her chapel began to ring at two o'clock in the fore such beauty and humility, and that she would morning; and all the domestics of Rotherwood have been generous in the moment of her vicwere called upon to attend at matins, at complins, tory. at nones, at vespers, and at sermon. I need not In fact, she did say, “Come and live with me say that fasting was observed with all the rigors as a sister," as the last chapter of this history of the church, and that those of the servants of shows; but Rebecca knew in her heart that her the Lady Rowena were looked upon with the most ladyship's proposition was what is called bosh, (in favor whose hair shirts were the roughest, and that noble Eastern language with which Wilfrid, who flagellated themselves with the most becom- the Crusader, was familiar,) or fudge, in plain ing perseverance.
Saxon, and retired, with a broken, gentle spirit, Whether it was that this discipline cleared poor neither able to bear the sight of her rival's happiWamba's wits or cooled his humor, it is certain ness, nor willing to disturb it by the contrast of that he became the most melancholy fool in Eng. her own wretchedness. Rowena, like the most land, and if ever he ventured upon a joke to the high-bred and virtuous of women, never forgave shuddering, poor servitors who were mumbling Isaac's daughter her beauty, nor her flirtation with their dry crusts below the salt, it was such a faint Wilfrid, (as the Saxon lady chose to term it,) and stale one, that nobody dared to laugh at the nor, above all, her admirable diamonds and jewtimid innuendoes of the unfortunate wag, and aels, although Rowena was actually in possession sickly smile was the best applause he could of them. muster. Once, indeed, Guffo, the goose-boy, (a In a word, she was always flinging Rebecca into half-witted poor wretch,) laughed outright at a Ivanhoe's teeth. There was not a day in his life lamentably stale pun which Wamba palmed upon but that unhappy warrior was made to remember him at supper-time. It was dark, and the torches that a Jewish maiden had been in love with him, being brought in, Wamba said, “Guffo, they and that a Christian lady of fashion could never can't see their way in the argument, and are forgive the insult. For instance, if Gurth, the going to throw a little light upon the subject."* swine-herd, who was now promoted to be a gameThe Lady Rowena, being disturbed in a theologi- keeper and verderer, brought the account of a cal controversy with Father Willibald, (afterwards famous wild-boar in the wood, and proposed a canonized as St. Willibald of Bareacres, hermit hunt, Rowena would say, “Do, Sir Wilfrid, perand confessor,) called out to know what was the secute those poor pigs you know your friends the cause of the unseemly interruption, and Guffo and Jews can't abide them!" Or when, as it oft Wamba being pointed out as the culprits, ordered would happen, our lion-hearted monarch, Richard, them straightway into the court-yard, and three in order to get a loan or a benevolence from the dozen to be administered to each of them.
Jews, would roast a few of the Hebrew capitalists, "I got you out of Front de Bauf's castle," or extract some of the principal rabbi's teeth, said poor Wamba, piteously, appealing to Sir Wil Rowena would exult and say, " Serve them right, frid of Ivanhoe, " and canst thou not save me the misbelieving wretches! England can never be from the lash ?"''
a happy country until every one of these monsters “Where you were locked up with the Jewess in the is exterminated!" Or else, adopting a strain of tower !” said Rowena, haughtily, replying to the still more savage sarcasm, would exclaim, "Ivantimid appeal to her husband ; "Gurth, give him hoe, my dear, more persecution for the Jews ! four dozen !"
Had n't you better interfere, my love? His And this was all poor Wamba got by applying majesty will do anything for you ; and, you know, for the mediation of his master.
the Jews were always such favorites of yours," or In fact, Rowena knew her own dignity so well words to that effect. But, nevertheless, her lady. as a princess of the royal blood of England, that ship never lost an opportunity of wearing RebecSir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe, her consort, could scarcely ca's jewels at court, whenever the queen held a call his life his own, and was made, in all things, drawing-room, or at the York assizes and ball, to feel the inferiority of his station. And which when she appeared there, not of course that she
took any interest in such things, but considered it * I knew an old lady in my youth, who, for many her duty to attend as one of the chief ladies of the years, used to make this joke every night regularly wben county. candles were brought in, and all of us in her family were And now Sir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe, having attained expected to laugh. Surely it is time that a piece of fun the height of his wishes, was. like many a man which has been in activity for seven hundred years should
when he has reached that dangerous elevation, disat length be laid up in ordinary; and this paper will not have been written altogether in vain if this good end can
appointed. Ah, dear friends, is it but too often so be brought about.-M. A. T.
in life! Many a garden, seen from a distance,
looks fresh and green, which, when beheld closely, cookery (all descriptions of eating are pleasant in is dismal and weedy, the shady walks melancholy works of fiction, and can scarcely be made too and grass grown; the bowers you would fain re- savory or repeated too often ;) and, in the face of pose in cushioned with stinging nettles. I have this carousing without the walls, the most distal ridden in a caique upon the waters of the Bospho- hunger raging within. That there must be love rus, and looked upon the capital of the Soldan of passages between the hostile armies is quite clear. Turkey. As seen from those blue waters, with And what do you say to the Marquis of Limoges palace and pinnacle, with gilded dome and tower and his sons casting lots about beiog eaten !- with ing cypress, it seemeth a very Paradise of Ma- a motto from Ugolino and a fine display of filial homed; but enter the city, and it is but a beggarly piety? labyrinth of rickety huts and dirty alleys, where The assault may be made very fine, too-the the ways are steep and the smells are foul, ten- last assault. The old chieftain of Chalus and his anted by mangy dogs and ragged beggars-a dis- sons dropping down, one by one, before the crushmal illusion ! Life is such, ah, well-a-day! It is ing curtal-axe of Richard. only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness – Ha, St. Richard !-ha, St. George!" the treand a lie.
mendous voice of the lion-king was heard over the Perhaps a man, with Ivanhoe's high principles, loudest roar of the battle ; at every sweep of his would never bring himself to acknowledge this blade a severed head flew over the parapet, a fact ; but others did for him. He grew thin, and spouting trunk tumbled, bleeding, on the flags of pined away as much as if he had been in a fever the bartizan. The world hath never seen such a Under the scorching sun of Ascalon. He had no warrior as that lion-hearted Plantagenet, as he appetite for his meals; he slept ill, though he was raged over the keep, his eyes flashing fire through yawning all day. The jangling of the doctors and the bars of his morion, snorting and chafing with friars whom Rowena brought together did not in the hot lust of battle. One by one les enfans de the least enliven him, and he would sometimes Chalus fell down before him : there was only one give proofs of somnolency during their disputes, left at last of all the brave race that in the morning greatly to the consternation of his lady. He had fought round the stout Sir Enguerrand-only hunted a good deal, and, I very much fear, as one, and but a boy-a fair-haired boy, a blue-eyed Rowena rightly remarked, that he might have an boy! he had been gathering pansies in the fields excuse for being absent from home. He began to but yesterday-it was but a few years, and he was like wine, too, who had been as sober as a hermit; a baby in his mother's arms! What could his and when he came back from Athelstane's, (whither puny sword do against the most redoubted blade in he would repair not unfrequently,) the unsteadi- Christendom?--and yet Bohemond faced the great ness of his gait and the unnatural brilliancy of his champion of England, and met him foot to foot! eye were remarked by his lady, who, you may be Turn away, turn away, fond mother! Engeurrand sure, was sitting up for him. As for Athelstane, he de Chalus bewail the last of thy race! his blade swore by St. Wollstan that he was glad to have is crushed into splinters under the axe of the escaped a marriage with such a pattern of proprie- conqueror, and the poor child is beaten to his ty; and honest Cedric the Saxon (who had been knee! very speedily driven out of his daughter-in-law's “Now, by St. Barbacue of Limoges," said Bercastle) vowed by St. Waltheof that his son had trand de Gourdon, "the butcher will never stnke bought a dear bargain.
down yonder lambling! Hold thy hand, Sir King, It was while enjoying this dismal, but respecta- or, by St. Barbacueble existence, that news came to England that Swift as thought the veteran archer raised his Wilfrid's royal master and friend was bent upon arblast to his shoulder, the whizzing bolt fled from that expedition against his vassal, the Count of the ringing string, and the next moment crushed Limoges, which was to end so fatally before the quivering into the corslet of Plantagenet. Castle of Chalus. As a loyal subject, Sir Wilfrid 'T was a luckless shot, Bertrand of Gourdon! hastened, with a small band of followers, to the Maddened by the pain of the wound, the brute assistance of his master, taking with him Gurth, nature of Richard was aroused : his fiendish appe his squire, who vowed he would have joined Robin tite for blood rose to madness, and grinding his Hood but for that, and Wamba the Jester, who cut teeth, and with a curse too horrible to mention, the a good joke for the first time, as he turned head flashing axe of the royal butcher fell down on the over-heels when the Castle of Rowena was once blond ringlets of the child, and the children of fairly out of sight.
Chalus were no more! I omit here a chapter about the siege of Chalus, I just throw this off by way of description, and which, it is manifest, can be spun out to any to show what might be done. Now ensues : length to which an enterprising publisher would splendid picture of a general massacre of the gart:be disposed to go. Single combats, or combats of son, who are all murdered to a man, with the ex, companies, scaladoss, ambuscadoes, rapid acts of Iception of Bertrand de Gourdon. Ivanhoe, o! horsemanship, destriers, catapults, mangonels, and course, saves him for the moment; but we all other properties of the chivalric drama, are at the know what his fate was. Bertrand was fared use of the commonest writer ; and I am sure, my alive after Richard's death ; and as I don't recol dear sir, you have too good an opinion of me to re-lect any chapter in any novel where a man's being quire that these weapons should be dragged out, I skinned alive is described, I would suggest this as piece by piece, from the armory, and that you will an excellent subject for a powerful and picturesque take my account for granted.
pen. Ivanhoe, of course, is stricken down and left A chapter about famine in the garrison may be for dead in trying to defend honest Bertrand. And rendered particularly striking. I would suggest now if ever there was a good finale for a volame, as a good contrast a description of tremendous it is the death of Richard. feasting in the camp of Richard, in honor of his “You must die, my son," said the venera queen, Berengaria, with a display of antiquarian Walter of Rouen, as Berengaria was car
shrieking from the king's tent. “Repent, Sir | lock of hair round my noble master's neck," sobKing, and separate yourself from your chil- bed Gurth to Cedric in secret.
“ Was it mine?" asked the bereaved old “ It is ill-jesting with a dying man," replied the thane. king. “Children have I none, my good lord “Yours is red, my lord, and that was black," bishop, to inherit after me."
answered Gurth- as black as the ringlets of the “ Richard of England," said the archbishop, fair Jewish maid he rescued in the lists of Templeturning up his fine eyes, “ your vices are your stowe.” children. Ambition is your eldest child, Cruelty Of course not a word was breathed about this is your second child, Luxury is your third child; fact to Rowena, who received the news of her husand you have nourished them from your youth up. band's death with that resignation which became Separate yourself from these sinful ones, and pre- her character, and who, though she did not show pare your soul, for the hour of departure draweth any outward signs of emotion at the demise of her nigh."
lord, must yet have been profoundly affected, beViolent, wicked, sinful, as he might have been, cause she wore the deepest mourning any of the Richard of England met his death like a Christian milliners' shops in York could produce, and erected man. Peace be to the soul of the brave! When a monument to him as big as a minster. the news came to King Philip of France, he That she married again the stupid Athelstane sternly forbade his courtiers to rejoice at the death when her time of mourning was expired, is a matof his enemy. “It is no matter of joy but of ter of course, about which no person familiar with dolour," he said, “ that the bulwark of Chris- life could doubt for a moment. Cardinal Pandolfo tendom and the bravest king of Europe is no did the business for them, and lest there should be more."
any doubt about Ivanhoe's death, (for his body was I need not point out to a gentleman of your never sent home after all,) his eminence procured powers of mind how aptly, with a few moral a papal rescript annulling the former marriage, so reflections in a grave and dirge-like key, this that she might become Mrs. Athelstane with a volume of the Continuation of Ivanhoe may con- clear conscience. That she was happier with the clude.
boozy and stupid thane than with the gentle and As for the second volume, King John is on the melancholy Wilfrid need surprise no one. Women throne of England. Shakespear, Hume, and the have a predilection for fools, and have loved donBiographie Universelle, are at hand. Prince Ar- keys long before the amours of Bottom and Titania. thur, Magna Charta, Cardinal Pandolfo, suggest That he was brutal and drunken, and that he beat themselves to the mind at once; and the deuce is her, and that she liked it and was happy, and had in it if out of these one cannot form a tolerably ex- a large family, may be imagined; for there are citing volutne.
some women-bless them !- who pine unless they For instance, in the first part a disguised knight are bullied, and think themselves neglected if not becomes the faithful servant of young Arthur (per-occasionally belabored. But this I feel is getting haps Constance of Brittany may fall in love with too intime. Suffice it that Mr. and Mrs. Athelthe mysterious knight, but that is neither here nor stane were a great deal happier than Mr. and Mrs. there,) attends young Arthur, I say, watches him Ivanhoe. through a hundred perplexities, and, of course, is And now, with your permission, I would sugdecoyed away-just happens to step out, as it gest two or three sentimental chapters. Ivanhoe were, when the poor young prince is assassinated —disguised of course-returns to this country, by his savage uncle.
travels into the north of England, arrives at York, The disguised knight vows revenge; he stirs up (where the revels of King John may be described,) the barons against the king, and what is the con- and takes an opportunity, when a Jew is being sequence! No less a circumstance than Magna submitted to the torture, of inquiring what has beCharta, the palladium of Britons. The French-come of Rebecca, daughter of Isaac. “Has she men land under the Dauphin Louis, son of Philip returned to England ?" he cursorily asks. “No, Augustus. He makes ihe grandest offers to the she is still at Granada, where her people are held unknown knight. Scornful resistance of the lat- in honor at the court of Boabdil." He revisits her ter, and defeat of the Frenchmen.
house, the chamber where she tended him ; inAnd now I am sure you have no need to ask dulges in old recollections, discovers the depth of who is this disguised knight. Ivanhoe, of course! his passion for her, and bewails his lot in life, that Bat why disguised! In the first place, in a novel, he is lonely, wretched, and an outcast. it is very hard if a knight or any other gentleman Shall he go to Rotherwood and see once more can't disguise himself without any reason at all; the scenes of his youth? Can he bear to witness but there is a reason for Ivanhoe's disguising him- the happiness of Athelstane and Rowena the bride self, and a most painful reason, RowENA was of another? He will go if it be but to visit his MARRIED AGAIN.
father's grave, for Cedric is dead by this time, as After the siege of Chalus, the faithful Gurth, you may imagine; and, supposing his son dead, covered with wounds, came back to Rotherwood, has left all his property to Rowena. Indeed it and brought the sad news of the death of the lion- was the old Thane who insisted upon her union hearted Plantagenet, and his truest friend, Wilfrid with Athelstane, being bent upon renewing his of Ivanhoe. Wounded to death in endeavoring 10 scheme for the establishment of a Saxon dynasty. defend honest Bertrand de Gourdon, Sir Wilfrid Well, Ivanhoe arrives at Rotherwood. of Ivanhoe had been carried back to his tent, where You might have thought for a moment that the he expired in the arms of his faithful squire, after grey friar trembled and his shrunken cheek looked giving him the lock of Rowena's hair which he deadly pale ; but he recovered himself presently, had in a brooch, and his gold thumb-ring, which nor could you see his pallor for the cowl which she had presented to him, and which bore his sig- covered his face. nature and seal of arms. “There was another! A little boy was playing on Athelstane's knee,
Rowena, smiling and patting the Saxon Thane All your aim is woman to win.
Curly gold locks cover foolish brains, “ And so, Grey Frere, thou sawest good King
Billing and cooing is all your cheer, Richard fall at Chalus by the bolt of that felon
Sighing and singing of midnight strains bowman?”
Under Bonnybells' window-panes. “ We did, an it please you. The brothers Wait till you 've come to forty year! of our house attended the good king in his last moments ; in truth, he made a Christian end
Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, ing!”
Grizzling hair the brain doth clear; And didst thou see the archer flayed alive?)
Then you know a boy is an ass, It must have been rare sport,” roared Athelstane,
Then you know the worth of a lass, laughing hugely at the joke. “How the fellow
Once you have come to forty year. must have howled!"
Pledge me round, I bid ve declare, “My love!” said Rowena, interposing ten
All good fellows whose beards are gray; derly, and putting a pretty white finger on his
Did not the fairest of the fair " I would have liked to see it too,” cried the
Common grow and wearisome, ere boy.
Ever a month was past away? · *. That's my own little Cedric, and so thou
The reddest lips that ever have kissed, shalt. And, friar, didst see my poor kinsman Sir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe?
The brightest eyes that ever have shone, They say he tried to defend
May pray and whisper and we not list the man. The more fool he !"
Or look away and never be missed, “My sweet lord," again interposed Rowena, "mention him not."
Ere yet a month is gone. " Why? Because thou and he were so ten Gillian's dead, God rest her bier, der in days of yore-when you could not bear How I loved her twenty years' syne! my plain face, being all in love with his pale Marian's married, but I sit here,
Alive and merry at forty year, " Those times are past now, dear Athel
Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine. stane," said his affectionate wife, looking up to the ceiling.
6. Who taught thee that merry lay, Wamba, “Marry, thou never couldst forgive him the thou son of Witless?" roared Athelstane, clatterJewess, Rowena."
ing his cup on the table and shouting the chorus. “ The odious hussy! don't mention the name * It was a good and holy hermit, sir, the pious of the unbelieving creature," exclaimed the lady. clerk of Copmanhurst, that you wot of, who
"Well, well, poor Will was a good lad-a played many a prank with us in the days that we thought melancholy and milksop though. Why a knew King Richard. Ah, noble sir, ihat was a pint of sack fuddled his poor brains.”
jovial time and a good priest." “Sir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe was a good lance,"] “ They say the holy priest is sure of the next said the friar. "I have heard there was none bishopric, my love," said Rowena. “ His majesty better in Christendom. He lay in our convent hath taken him into much favor. My lord of after his wounds, and it was there we tended Huntingdon looked very well at the last ball, him till he died. He was buried in our north though I never could see any beauty in the countcloister."
ess-a freckled, blowsy thing, whom they nsed to "And there's an end of him," said Athelstane. call Maid Marian ; though, for the matter of that, " But come, this is dismal talk. Where's Wam- what between her flirtations with Major Littlejoha ba the jester ? Let us have a song. Stir up, and Captain Scarlett, really " Wamba, and don't lie like a log in the fire! Sing “Jealous again, haw! haw!" laughed Athelus a song, thou crack-brained jester, and leave off stane, whimpering for bygones. Tush, man! There “I am above jealousy, and scorn it," Ro. be many good fellows left in this world." | ena answered, drawing herself up very majesti
“ There be buzzards in eagles' nests," Wamba cally. said, who was lying stretched before the fire "Well, well, Wamba's was a good song," sharing the hearth with the thane's dogs ; " there Athelstane said. be dead men alive and live men dead ; there be “Nay, a wicked song,” said Rowena, turning merry songs and dismal songs. Marry, and the up her eyes as usual. “ What! rail at woman's merriest are the saddest sometimes. I will leave love? Prefer a filthy wine-cup to a true wife! off motley and wear black, Gossip Athelstane. I Woman's love is eternal, my Athelstane. He will turn howler at funerals, and then, perhaps, I who questions it would be a blasphemer were he shall be merry. Motley is fit for mutes and black not a fool. The well-born and well-nurtured for fools. Give me some drink, gossip, for my gentlewoman loves once and once only." voice is as cracked as my brain.”
“I pray you, madam, pardon me, I-I am not “ Drink and sing, thou beast, and cease pra-well,” said the grey friar, rising abruptly from his ting," the thane said.
settle, and tottering down the steps of the dais. And Wamba, touching his rebeck wildly, sat up! Wamba sprung after him, his bells jingling as he in the chimney-side and curled his lean shanks to- rose, and casting his arms round the apparently gether and began :
fainting man, he led him away into the court.
" There be dead men alive and live men dead," Ho! pretty page, with dimpled chin,
whispered he. « There be coffins to laugh at and That never has known the barber's shear, marriages to cry over. Said I not sooth, holy
friar ?" And when they had got out into the soli- ! The first thing that strikes the spectator on tary court, which was deserted by all the followers regarding the machine is a figure, life-size, dressed of the thane, who were mingling in the drunken in Oriental costume. The mouth of this figure revelry in the hall, Wamba, seeing that none were alone moves. At the back of the head is an appaby, knelt down, and kissing the friar's garment, ratus like the bellows to a blacksmith's forge, said, “I knew thee, I knew thee, my lord and my which acts as lungs for a supply of air necessary
to articulation. Then, on one side are a number "Get up," said Wilfrid of Ivanhoe, scarcely of keys, not unlike those of a pianoforte, commuable to articulate ; " only fools are faithful." nicating with the internal arrangements of the
And he passed on and into the little chapel figure. By touching these singly, the sounds of where his father lay buried. All night long the the alphabet are produced, and, by touching them friar spent there, and Wamba the jester lay out-in combination, words and sentences are rapidly side watching as mute as the saint over the uttered. Nothing can be more simple and ingeporch.
nious than the whole arrangement, nothing more When the morning came Gurth and Wamba surprising than the effects produced. The apwere gone ; but the absence of the pair was little pearance would, however, be more scientific if the heeded by the Lady Rowena, who was bound for figure, which answers no purpose, were altogether York, where his majesty King John was holding a dispensed with. court.
The German alphabet is uttered more distinctly Here you have an idea of the first part of the than the English alphabet in fact the machine narrative. And I think there is nothing unsatis- speaks English with a German accent, but some factorily accounted for but Ivanhoe's mysterious sounds common to both languages are given with silence during four or five years. For though astonishing accuracy, as f, m, n, s, and x. So in Rowena married the day after her mourning was sentences the German pronunciation is clearer than out, there is not the slightest blame to be cast on the English ; but even in the latter tongue many her, for she was a woman of such high principle, of the words are perfectly spoken. In the senthat had she known her husband was alive she tence,“ How do you do, ladies and gentlemen ?" never would have thought of such a thing. As it is difficult to believe that the last word is not for Ivanhoe's keeping his existence secret, that I spoken by a human voice. Generally, too, the consider is a point which, as hero of a novel, he numerals are correctly uttered, as "twenty-one," has perfectly a right to do. He may have been one hundred and thirty-six," the complex sounds delirious from the effects of his wounds for three appearing more distinct than the simple ones. The or four years, or he may have been locked up and liquid sound of u is but imperfectly rendered ; all held to ransom by some ferocious baron of the the consonants are pronounced more accurately Limousin. When he became acquainted with than the vowels. Professor Faber works the maRowena's second marriage there was a reason for chine nearly, if not quite, as rapidly as a person his keeping incog. Delicacy forbade him to do can speak. Its pronunciation of English is cerotherwise. And if the above hinis suit you, and tainly better than his own. you can make three or four volumes out of them, He has been twenty years in bringing this singuas I have little doubt you will be able to do, I will lar and beautiful piece of mechanism to its present take the liberty, my dear sir, of finishing the tale state of efficiency, yet it is still evidently capable in the September number.
of great improvement. The principles on which it is constructed allow of the most perfect accuracy
in speech and sound being attained. In singing THE SPEAKING AUTOMATON.
the machine gives promise of brilliant vocalization.
Really it would be rash to predict that Grisi and VARIOUS attempts have been made by mechani- Lablache would much longer retain their fame. cal agency to imitate the human voice, but hither. Successive improvements may, perhaps, give this to, we believe, with very partial success. The machine powers that will rival the trill of the praise of overcoming the difficulty has been re- nightingale and the lark, and defy all competition served for a German artist. With the ingenuity from the human organ. for which his countrymen are famous he has con- The most amusement is produced by the laughstructed a speaking machine, which utters every ter of the machine. Without being perfectly sound of which the human organ is capable, with natural, it is so grotesquely life-like as to prosurprising distinctness ; which whispers, speaks voke genuine merriment from all who hear it. aloud, laughs, sings, talks, in every language, and Another amusing portion of the performance is repeats any form of words that any visitor may re- when it speaks as if laboring under the effect of a quire. Professor Faber is the inventor of this new bad cold. marvel. He has brought it from Vienna, where Professor Faber seems absolutely devoted to his it was exhibited with great applause; and has, instrument. A child of his own creation, he has during the early part of the week, exhibited it in the fondness of a parent for it, and is continually a room in the Egyptian-hall, to assemblages dis- developing new capacities in it. He appears to be tinguished for rank and for scientific attainments. a mechanical genius, and to have an extraordinary The result has been highly satisfactory.
ear for sound. He is very intelligent, and has an The machine has been constructed from an intellectual head ; his face is marked with traces attentive observation of the human organs of of careful study. He is advancing in years, turned articulation ; and the professor, by closely follow- of fifty we think, and is short in person, with quick ing nature in the formation of lungs, larynx, and and rapid gestures. Being but very imperfectly mooth, has been able to make his machine ex- acquainted with English himself, he labors under tremely simple and manageable. There is no the difficulty of not immediately catching the exact charlatanry about it; all the arrangements are ex-pronunciation of the words his machine has to reposed, and the professor invites the closest inspec- peat. But, allowing for this, the invention is tion of them.
Jiruly extraordinary, and a perfect triumph of CXXII. LIVING AGE. VOL. X. 32