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“ You come at an unlucky moment - if taken of since Isabelle's marriage. The your coming at any moment could be three glasses of champagne which he percalled unlucky. I am in the act of mov- mitted himself brought the color into bis ing from my old house, and I could not withered cheeks and excited his unaccusask you to the rooms which I have taken tomed brain. Something of the rather provisionally in the town though, to be poisy joviality of those far-away years besure, they are very comfortable for a sin. fore the war came back to him, and broke gle man. For the rest, you will find your out every now and then in an odd, fitful selves in a better air and a more fashionway, like snatches of an old air played out able quarter at Mustapha Supérieur. Our of tune. After breakfast, while he was poor Saint-Eugène is much changed since sitting in the garden with his son-in-law, you saw it last."

smoking a cigarette and sipping his black Madame de Lugagnan, who had not coffee, he exclaimed suddenly, " It is a been listening to him very attentively, dream! The good breakfast, the ciga. caught up his last words. “But every rette in the shade, the sunshine, the purple thing is changed !” she exclaimed. “This Bougainvillea on the wall yooder - you row of fine stone buildings, which look as both — all as it used to be! Ah, Raoul, if they had been picked up in Paris and mon ami, do not speak : you might wake dropped here by mistake – what do they me!' call it? Boulevard de la République M. de Lugagnan, who could hardly be it was Boulevard de l'Impératrice once, expected to share the ecstasies of this and it was not half as long. And the Rue singular old person, with whom he had Bab-Azoun, which we used to think so never been very intimate, smiled indulgay — how narrow and dark and dirty it gently. He was quite willing to remain has grown! And can this be Isly? – this silent, having indeed nothing particular to vulgar faubourg, which might be an out. say, and it was reserved for Isabelle to lying quarter of Marseilles ! Ah, yes; speak the word which should recall her everything is changed. Everything, ex- father to actualities. cept you, papa," she added, with a slight She came out of the house by-and-by, laugh. “ You are always the same.” and leaning over his chair, said pleas.

The old gentleman was delighted with antly: “Now, papa, we shall take you for this compliment. He rubbed his hands a drive. We are going down to Saintand chuckled and nodded at his son-in-law, Eugène to see the old bome. It is too who said, with grave politeness: “In truth, bad of you to have abandoned it." M. Lelièvre, you appear to me to be in M. Lelièvre fell from the seventh excellent health."

beaven at once and landed on earth some. And yet he was as much changed out what heavily. “ Not to Saint-Eugène !” wardly as Isly and Madame de Lugagnan. he exclaimed in consternation. “ Not It is true that in thought and speech he now, at all events, for it is exactly to-day was exactly what he had always been ; that there is a little sale - some of the and perhaps that was what his daughter old furniture — useless things. No, no, bad meant. She sighed after she had my dear child, you must not go there; it spoken, thinking perhaps of a certain Isa. would distress you." belle Lelièyre, whom she vaguely remem- Madame de Lugagnan, bowever, was bered to have known long ago, and of not to be dissuaded. Her father did not wbom this return to once familiar com- dare to say too much, lest he should pany and scenes reminded her. The arouse her suspicions; but during the world moves on and we must needs move long drive down the hill, through the town with it: it is only hermits who, at the end and out again by the western gate, he was of ten years, can boast that they have lost uneasy and absent-minded, feeling that nothing of their former identity.

there was danger ahead, and being conWhen he bad conducted his beloved scious of one especial danger to which he travellers to the door of their hotel, M. hardly liked to give definite expression, Lelièvre made as though he would have even in thought. withdrawn, but they insisted upon it that At length they reached the villa, where he should remain and breakfast with the auction was in full swing; they met them; and in truth his consent was not the purchasers coming away, bearing very difficult to obtain. The repast to chairs and mattresses and what not; they which he presently sat down was not pre- walked up through the garden, and Ma. cisely a marvel of culinary skill; but, such | dame de Lugagnan uttered shrill cries of


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astonishment at the dilapidated aspect of dame de Lugagnan said, in a somewhat all that had once been so trim and well severe tone; and he did not refuse. Of cared for. But to these M. Lelièvre paid course there must be an explanation ; of no heed; for there — just as he had feared course his daughter would insist upon

- stood M. Elias Coben before the door, making some provision for him in his old his hat on the back of his bead, and his age; of course, too, she would feel hurt at bands in his pockets; and M. Cohen was his having concealed his want from her by no means to be put off with a hasty for so long. Almost ne regretted that he bow.

had seen her again; the happy dream of He did not return the salute; he took the morning was likely to be paid for one dirty hand out of his pocket, and dearly. But at any rate she should not shook his forefinger within a few inches suspect that he had impoverished himself of his alarmed debtor's nose with a ges in order to provide her with her dowry. ture of bantering, reproof. “Oh, M. Le. She must suppose that he had been ex. lièvre !” he exclaimed, " what a hard man travagant, that he had made unlucky of business you are! To sell every stick speculations — anything rather than the at the last inoment and leave me only the truth. bare walls ! It is not well to treat an old He had ample time in which to concoct friend sono, it is not well !”

some fresh scheme of duplicity; for when “ Another time, M. Cohen,” whispered the hotel at Mustapha was once the old man, in great perturbation, “any reached, M. and Madame de Lugagnan, other time I shall be most happy to talk who had spoken little during the return with you; but I implore you to leave me drive, left him alone in their sitting room,

Do you not see that I have my saying that they needed a little rest be. daughter with me?"

fore dinner. The old man sat for some M. Cohen responded to this appeal by time there, gazing vacantly before him removing his hat with a flourish, and bow and drumming with his lean fingers upon ing low to Madame de Lugagnan, who the table. He was wondering whether was contemplating him in blank amaze. Isabelle was displeased with him, and ment.

whether, after all, he might not be able “Madame la Vicomtesse," said he, “if to persuade her that he needed no assist. you will permit me to advise you, you ance. will make your poor father a little allow- Suddenly a door slamming in some ance and not trust him with capital. The other part of the house caused that which best of men, madame, but extravagant - separated Madame de Lugagnan's bedterribly extravagant. I have been obliged room from the sitting-room to come unto claim this house, after waiting in vain fastened. It was only a chink that was for my money for many, many years. I thus opened, and the two persons who might have claimed the furniture perhaps, were conversing on the other side of the but that I waive. I am a loser by the door did not notice what had occurred. affair, madame, and if M. Lelièvre were to Their voices were plainly aucible. repay me and take possession of his “I consider that I have every right to house again, he would make a bad bar. be annoyed,” M. de Lugagnan was saying. gain. For the property, alas! is worth “ I am not more avaricious than another; next to nothing."

but when a man gives his daughter three The meaning of this speech was that bundred thousand francs on her marriage M. Cohen, who knew that the new road it is reasonable to expect that he will would be made, and that the result would leave at least as much when he dies. I be highly advantageous to him, as owner have counted upon this succession; I of the Hermitage, was in a mortal fright have come here, at great inconvenience, lest Madame de Lugagnan should propose because it was represented to me that to pay off her father's debt. But if Ma- there was a probability of- of its falling dame de Lugagnan had any such inten. in before long; and what do I find? Why, tion, she did not divulge it. She turned not only that your father is in the best of away, without vouchsafing a word of re. health, but that he is in the worst of cir. ply to the Jew, and said, “Come, papa; cumstances, and that so far from inheritlet us go back to the hotel.”

ing anything from him, I shall most likely M. Lelièvre followed her, hanging his be asked to contribute to his support!” head like a naughty child. Fain would “It will not be for long, Raoul.” he have crept away home and hidden his “Eh, who knows? It is proverbial that sbame; but that was not to be. “ You pensioners never die.” will return and dine with us, papa,” Mal “But we need not give much. Five

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you not been to bed, then ? " “ Five thousand francs !

He did not reply; his head was turned aware, madame, that you are asking me to away, and she thought he must have rob your children?

fallen asleep. It was only when she drew There was a long sigh; and then Ma. nearer and bent over him that she saw dame de Lugagnan's voice said plain that he was dead. W. E. NORRIS. tively, “It must be confessed that this is rather hard upon us both.”

M. Lelièvre waited to hear no more. He stole noiselessly out of the house and trotted away as fast as his tottering legs

From The London Quarterly Review. would carry him. He was half-way down

LORD LYNDHURST.* to the town before be found out that his All literary and political circles have strength was well-nigh exhausted. He been eagerly looking forward to the publidropped on to one of the benches by the cation of Sir Theodore Martin's biography roadside, and there sat until long after of the famous Tory chancellor, who, for sudset, an object of some curiosity to the more than a quarter of a century, pos. passers-by, one or two of whom stopped sessed an influence in the debates of our to ask him whether he were ill. He re. upper house of Parliament which is al. plied to them by a bewildered stare and a most without parallel. Last December few muttered words. He was, in fact, not the first edition appeared. It was known quite certain whether he was ill or not. that the writer had special sources of in

The moon had risen, and the Arab town formation in the letters and papers in was bathed in white light and black possession of Lord Lyndhurst's family, to shadow, when at length he climbed to his which he refers on his title-page, and lodging, where Marthe was impatiently some little disappointment is felt that awaiting him.

these have not furnished more conclusive “Well,” she said, “has the day been evidence as to various passages in the good ?”

early history of the chancellor. But a * Yes, Marthe,” he answered, "it has writer of biography cannot be held rebeen a good day, a happy day - a very sponsible for lack of material, and Sir happy day, but it has come to an end now, Theodore Martin has given us a book and I am a little tired, I think."

which will not only interest the general He drew the one rickety armchair which reader, but will show in his true propor. the room possessed to the open window, tions one of the greatest Parliamentary and sank into it, resting his elbow on the figures of this century “the Nestor of sill and looking out upon the jumble of the Conservative party." wbite roofs beneath him and the silvery Those who are aware that this is a path of moonlight on the sea. “I have polemical biography which seeks to exhad many happy days,” he murmured; pose the errors and slanders of Lord

one must not ask too much of life. I Campbell's sketch of Lyndhurst, in his remember in the time of the war there eighth and last volume of the “Lives of was a young fellow killed by a splinter of the Lord Chancellors,” will not be sur. a shell beside me, and it brought the tears prised at the sharp passage of arms in the into my eyes. It seemed so sad, so cruel, columns of the Times to which the apthat he should be sent out of the world pearance of the first edition gave rise. when the world was still full of pleasant The Athenæum (January 30, 1969), in rethings for him; for he was rich and he viewing Campbell's posthumous work, a had a great number of friends. A mis- few days after it had been given to the take, my good Marthe. We make many world, said: “Either Lord Campbell is an mistakes of one kind and another; but the arch-calumniator, or Lord Lyndhurst . worst mistake of all is to live too long. was the meanest, falsest, and most profliFor that fault there is no pardon.” gate being that ever held the great seal.”

The old servant wanted him to go and This ine, which contained the lives of lie down; but he said no, he thought he Lyndhurst and Brougham, was edited by would sit still for a little and enjoy the Mrs. Hardcastle (Lord Campbell's daughmoonlight; and so she left him.

ter), and was regarded by men of all When she came in early in the morning to sweep the room she was astonished to * A Life of Lord Lyndhurst, from Letters and find her master still in the same attitude. Papers in possession of his family. By Sir Theo

DORE MARTIN, K.C.B. Second Edition. “But, monsieur !” she ejaculated indig. John Murray. 1884.

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schools of thought as a scandal to biogra- of the adage as to furens quid femina phy. Sir Charles Wetherell once said, in possit," and in reply to her criticism of his reference to the earlier volumes of the description of Campbell's appointment to work, “Campbell has added a new sting the chancellorship as an “imaginative acto death.” Lyndhurst himself expressed count,” he states that it is the record of to Brougham his foreboding of the fate an actual fact, carefully verified, and that reserved for both of them in these biting with the warning example before him words: “I predict that he will take his of the “ Lives of the Chancellors,” “to revenge on you by describing you with all draw on imagination for my facts would the gall of his nature. He will write of indeed have been to court disgrace." you, and perhaps of ine, too, with envy, These letters called forth a leader in the hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness, Times, which reproached Sir T. Martin for such is his nature.”

for turning biography into an edge-tool, In 1869 all the world learned that those and reminded him that “a taunt is not the were not idle words. The flippant, gos- less rude that it is conveyed in half a siping style of Campbell's work made it Latin verse." popular for a time, but it would have But the Times critic was himself criti. been more becoming in a society journal cised in an able letter, signed “ E. B." than in the biography of the two most (January 2). After speaking of “those memorable lord chancellors of this cen- scandalous pages which Sir Theodore tury, written by one who, having himself Martin has most justly and wisely demol. been keeper of the great seal, was familiar ished forever,” it proceeds: with the grave responsibilities of that high office. The late Lord Chief Baron | writer's sententious maxims about how biog;

And here I utterly dissent from your article Pollock, who knew both Campbell and raphy should be written. Anybody who wants Lyndhurst intimately, passed this verdicta result can manufacture maxims to produce upon the work:

it, and opposite ones would be just as easy and This “Life of Lyndhurst” is, in my opinion,

as good. Up to last month Campbell's was a most disgraceful production. It is written the “Life of Lyndhurst,” and none in the next with the utmost possible malice and ill-will.

or the rising generation could know what it It rakes together all the scandal and falsehood really was that called itself so. ... The first that was ever invented or written about Lord thing then that any genuine biographer had to Lyndhurst, dishonestly publishing as true what do, and to do all along, was to sweep the ground

clear of its trail, and then write the true hisis notoriously false, and insinuating by a sneer matter for which he well knew there was no tory; which substantially his present one has

done. pretence whatever. It is a biography written for the express purpose of degrading and vili.

Sir Theodore bas adopted this last senfying a great man whom he hated, chiefly be. tence in his preface to the second edition cause he was aware he was largely the object of the biography as a true statement of of that man's contempt.

his position and purpose, and, in our judge Readers of the new life will not, there ment, he has done wisely. Any one who fore, be surprised to find fifty to sixty will read Campbell's biography, and will distinct refutations of the earlier biogra- then study Sir Theodore Martin's, will phy, nor to notice, as Mrs. Hardcastle feel that, however painful it might be to says, in her letter to the Times (December wound the feelings of Campbell's relatives, 19), that Sir Theodore Martin heaps upon justice to the memory of a distinguished her father “phrases such as these — lawyer and statesman made it imperative ' recklessoess,' incredible audacity,' im- to show the utter upworthiness of the first pertinence, malice,' 'falsifying,'' gar- biography. For nearly fifteen years Lynd.

' bling,' 'pure fiction,'' gross misstate- hurst's fair fame has been sullied by that ments,' 'calculated calumnies.'" She work, and our only regret is that Sir Theo. thus concludes her letter : “He [Sir T. dore Martin's answer was not published Martin] repeatedly twits my father with long ago. It is true that the late Mr. being a 'self-appointed biographer.' Does Hayward, whose acquaintance with Lord he consider that it bestows either dignity Lyndhurst, and so many of his friends or credibility on a biographer to be em- and associates, gave him peculiar opportu. ployed by others to blacken the character nity for investigating Campbell's charges, of a distinguished man personally un. entered his protest in the Quarterly Reknown to him?" Sir T. Martin made a view (January, 1869) against what he calls smart rejoinder to this charge (Times, “the most studied depreciation of a ca. December 22). He said that Mrs. Hard. reer and character that we ever remember castle “furnishes a very pretty illustration to have read," but the biography must

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have had many readers who never heard | dependent on him, and his marriage, in of this and similar reviews, and were 1769, put so many fresh difficulties in the likely to be altogether misled by Lord way, that the project had to be deferred Campbell's work. It has been said that for a time. By 1774, however, Copley the new biography has suffered from the had earned enough to afford himself a frequent reserence made to Lord Camp- student tour in Europe, and to provide for bell's misstatements. We do not share the maintenance of his family during his tbis opinion. No life of Lyndhurst could absence. He reached London in July, have been of the slightest value which did 1774. Benjamin West received him with not grapple with these charges. The the greatest cordiality, showed him all references to the first biography give evi. that was best worth seeing in the metropdence of the critical temper in which Sir Olis, and exerted himself to procure sitters Theodore Martin has devoted bimself to for his American rival before he set out bis work. They show that he was fully for the Continent. Sir Joshua Reynolds aware of Lord Campbell's charges, and also gave the young artist valuable assist. has sifted the evidence carefully. So far ance, and the hearty, friendship, and subfrom agreeing with the Times that “the stantial help which he received in many memory of Lord Lyodhurst is avenged on quarters during his short stay in England the memory of Lord Campbell, and the were honorable alike to the London artists majestic personality of the former disap- and to their American visitor. pears in the smoke of battle," we feel that Next year when Copley was studying Lord Lyodhurst's character is cleared in Parma, be heard that his wife and three from the most cruel insinuations, and that children had arrived in London. His his whole career is set in a new and more mother and half-brother, with Copley's attractive light.

youngest child, who was not able to bear John Singleton Copley, the future lord the voyage, remained behind in Boston. chancellor, was born in Boston on the Mrs. Copley's father, Mr. Clark, was the 21st of May, 1772. His father, a portrait- Boston agent of the East India Company, painter in that city, had sent over to En and to him were consigned those historic gland, in 1766, a beautiful picture, “ The cargoes of tea which Boston citizens, disBoy with the Squirrel,” which he con- guised as Mohawk Indians, threw into the signed to the care of Benjamin West. sea on December 16, 1773. Mr. Clarke's West had already achieved a reputation royalist sympathies had made his daugh. in London, and as the first American ter's life in Boston very unpleasant, and painter settled in this country, seemed when the struggle for independence broke likely to assist the new aspirant for artis- out, she sailed for England. Her husband tic fame. He was greatly impressed by sympathized with the Americans in their the taleot displayed in this work, and struggle, and had a settled conviction that is even reported to have said: “What all the power of Great Britain would not delicious coloring! Worthy of Titian him- reduce them to obedience; but the war self !” The picture thus strangely intro- made it impossible to earn a living in duced to English art circles established Boston for many years to come, and thus Copley's reputation in this country. The the family of the future lord chancellor rules of the Society of Incorporated Ar. setted in London. Fifteen months after tists only allowed the works of members Mrs. Copley's arrival in England, her to be exhibited on its walls, but an excep- husband rejoined her. It was a great tion was made in favor of this work, and disappointment to him to be delayed so when it became known that the painter long after his wife and children had had never been out of Boston, nor seen a reached this country, but means were limpicture by any of the great masters, the ited, and success in after life required performance was considered a triumph of this careful preparation. When Copley natural genius.

returned to England, December, 1776, he Notwithstanding the success of this felt that he was fully prepared for artistic picture, and of others which he sent over work in London. in the next few years, Copley hesitated He soon obtained numerous sitters for long about removing to London. His pro- portraits, and produced various pictures fession brought him an income of three of dramatic or historic interest which hundred guineas a year in Boston, which gave bim a high position among his he considered equal to nine hundred in brother painters, and helped to secure his London, and though he earnestly desired election as a Royal Academician within to study the great art treasures of Europe, three years after his return from the Conhis mother and half-brother were entirely | tinent. “ The Death of Chatham," and

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