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assured her that I made no wishes on that struse than the question as to whether subject.

or not Prince George of Denmark had The picture of the great world of fash- kept a master of the horse. ion, as presented in the journal, is not an

It is amusing to note the surprise with agreeable one. We hear much in the which she records an instance of her fail. present day of the decadence of manners, ure to influence a powerful mind: “ You and of the striking superiority in that know that Mr. Hume is a great infidel. I respect of the great ladies and the fine have had some conversation with him, but gentlemen of four or five generations have no hope of converting him from his back. There can be no doubt that they erroneous way of thinking.". One would were more ceremonious, but there are no like to have seen the historian's face while traces in Lady Mary Coke's social records being examined in his catechism by the of that refined tone and high breeding court lady. which we are apt to ascribe to our ances

As gold miners will incur the cost and tors. On the contrary, their stilted lan-labor of crushing tons of quartz for the guage, their bows and courtesies, seem to sake of abstracting a few ounces of the have been only the veneer employed to pure ore, so Lady Louisa Stuart took the cover a mass of much coarseness and no

trouble to dig through the superincumbent little vice. It is never very safe to com

mass of rubbish of which the journal pare the morals of one age with that of mainly consists, in order to discover and another ; but modern society, if not “ bet bring to the surface the few atoms, scatter,” may certainly claim to be more tered here and there, which serve to illus. “ decent” than that of a century ago.

trate contemporary history or manners, Would such a scene as Lady Mary here and which the memoir presents in a conrecords be possible in the present day?

cise and attractive form.

Among these scant materials, not the I forgot to tell you a story of Sir William least interesting are the records of Lady Stanhope. He sent to some entertainment, Mary's visits to the priocipal Continental where the king of Denmark * was invited, a courts, in the course of which her overparticular kind of wine . . . which his Maj. esty liked of all things; and expressed a desire weening vanity and all-absorbing egotism to have some of it if it could be got, which are thrown into such broad relief as to was immediately communicated to Sir Wil- afford an amusing running commentary liam. But the wine was not to be had in this upon her experiences of foreign society. country and Sir William had no inore; upon

When, for instance, in Berlin the great which he sent a message to his Majesty, ex. Frederick declined to grant her the private pressing his concern that he had none left, audience demanded, she consoled herself nor anything else that he knew of worthy of with the reflection that this refusal was his acceptance, unless Lady Stanhope, whom due to reasons of State, because of her he freely offered to his Majesty.t

own importance as a political personage. Although the journal betrays not the At Vienna, however, she was received least interest in learning or science of any with marked distinction, and on her dedescription, there is throughout Lady parture the empress presented her with Mary's records an assumption of high in her portrait set in diamonds. tellectual cultivation; indeed there is noth- For the two following years, accordingly, ing except her virtue, upon which she Lady Mary indulges in enthusiastic recappears to have more prided herself than ollections of her Most Gracious Majesty; her literary acquirements, though the few but on her return to Vienna in 1775, her books she refers to are of the most trivial love of meddling and self-assertion incharacter. Once indeed she does men- duced her to make herself a conspicuous tion having passed several hours in a partisan in a court cabal, a proceeding library; but the object of her studies which Maria Theresa so severely resented prores to have been nothing more ab- that the visitor left the court in a state of

dudgeon and anger, allayed only by a • Christian the Eighth, who had then recently been proud satisfaction in being able to count married to the youngest sister of George the Third, the great Empress of Austria and Queen

1 It was of this pair of whom, shortly after their of Hungary among her personal enemies. marriage in 1763, Walpole writes to Sir Horace Mann: “ We sent you Sir William Stanhope and my lady, a

Taking Paris on her homeward way she fond couple you have returned them to us very differa was imprudent enough to proclaim her ent. When they came to Blackheath he got out of own version of this incident, and in doing the chaise to go to his brother Lord Chesterfield's; so to speak of her Imperial Majesty in shall never see your face again.” She replied, “Sir, i terms of vituperation and contempt. The will take all the care I can that you never shall.'" young queen of France, at best little dis.

posed to lavish much favor upon one whom One so greatly born (writes the old Princess Lady Louisa describes at that time as “a Amelia in doubtful grammar of Lady Mary, tall elderly English noblewoman, full whom she had known in her early girlhood) fraught with all the forms, etiquettes, must allwais be well come at my Table, and decorums, and nice observances of her is constantly expected on Tuesdays, provide country and order; wearing a large flat her great abilitys from those she thinks are

she will be a little less contradicting, and hide hoop, long ruffles and sweeping train; inferior to hers. holding herself very upright and speaking very bad French," no sooner learnt that Extravagant, however, as was her adu. this new arrival at her brilliant court had lation of exalted rank, Lady Mary's love indulged in language disrespectful to her of domineering had by this time become mother, than she repelled her advances so ingrained in her nature that she could with such insulting coldness that Lady not control it, even in the presence of Mary claimed the protection and interven- royalty. tion of Horace Walpole, who had once George the Second's good - natured been among her most devoted admirers, daughter had continued to bear with these who had portrayed her virtues in his most infirmities of temper long after the paeloquent prose, and celebrated her charms tience of most of her other intimates had in glowing verse. Even in those salad become exhausted ; but when at last Lady days, however, he was able to detect Mary, smarting under her losses at the specks upon the sun of his worship, for in card-table, so far forgot herself as to in. a letter to Sir Horace Mann he remarks dulge in some offensive remarks on the of her that “though a great lady she has play of the Princess Amelia, which she a rage for great personages, and for being declined to withdraw when asked to do one of them herself; and with these pre. so, tensions and profound gravity, has made her Royal Highness, after one or two more herself ridiculous at home, and delighted vain endeavors to bring her down from her to promener sa folie par toute l'Europe.” high stilts, rose to her full height likewise,

Her virtue is unimpeachable, her friendship and assuming all the king's daughter: “Well, violent, her anger deaf to remonstrance. She madam, your ladyship knows your own pleashas cried for forty people and quarrelled with ure best; I wish you health and happiness, four hundred . she might be happy and for the future, and for the present Good respected, but will always be miserable from morning' Here!” to the page in waiting, the folly of her views, and her passion for the

"order Lady Mary Coke's carriage!” then extraordinary.

gravely bowing in token of dismissal turned

away. From that moment they never met Again to Lady Ossory :

again. Lady Mary Coke has had a hundred distresses abroad, that do not weigh a silver friends," which should accompany old

The “honor, love, obedience, troops of penny altogether. She is like Don Quixote, who went in search of adventures, and when age, were certainly not for one constituted he found none imagined them.

as was Lady Mary Coke.

After paying her a visit in 1808, Lady When she now appealed to him to be Louisa Stuart writes :come her champion in a crusade against the French court , and he, after having be eighty-two; still as violent and absurd as

She is really a most astonishing woman to heard ail she had to say, found her so

ever; all her faculties and her senses and completely in the wrong as not to feel nonsenses just the same! I have long looked justified in espousing her cause, she de- for the time when she should become, as nounced him as a traitor unworthy of her Wilkes said of himself, "an extinct volcano," further regard.

but I believe now that she will blaze on to the Lady Mary Coke [he now writes to his old very last. friend in Florence in a tone little indicative of

She died three years later, and here is a broken heart] has repaid some services I her epitaph by the hand of one who knew rendered her at Paris and elsewhere, with sin- her well: gular rudeness to me since my return, but she is mad.

Lady Mary Coke is dead at last. Lady With increasing years Lady Mary's Queensberry tells me that she died with a faults of temper and disposition hardened high-crowned beaver hat upon her head, and strengthened, till her aggressive self-though, in bed; like Cleopatra crowned assertion became so intolerable as to

“proud Egypt's prouder queen.” As Lord alienate even her most indulgent friends Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe in a letter to and acquaintances.

Lord Gower.

Seafield said of the Scottish parliament at never failed to put inside - flowers which the Union : "here's an end to an auld sang,” had inspired a string of stornelli nearly . . . she was vulgar; she said “this here" and “ that there" ... Only think of Lord Bari; a stornello for every one, with a few

long enough to reach from Naples to Orford having been in love with this harpy!

epics thrown in.

But there is nothing perfect. That road from Naples to Bari had really seemed

strewn with flowers, as, all the way back, From Blackwood's Magazine.

Guido's fancy painted for him the first THE GREAT WATER-CRESS TRAGEDY.

meeting after so long a parting in a hun.

dred different ways, and each way more I.

charming in turn than all the others. So Of all unaccountable things it ought to of course it was in the one way of which be the most unaccountable that so studi- bis romance had scorned to dream. Not ous, nay, learned a young man as Guido only, when he had flown up the stairs to Floriani, clever, ambitious, a poet and a the high story where he hoped to have doctor of laws, should have set all his Irene — for he knew the household arhopes of happiness upon nobody better rangements — all to himself, did he find than the daughter of the enameller, her father with her at an unaccustomed Fabio Vanucci a girl without a dowry, hour, and a stranger with her father, but and unable to read even a love-letter. he found something else: a certain chill Nay, more: though he was dead in love which he could not altogether refer to his with Irene when he left his and her native disappointment at the failure of his careBari to pursue his studies at Naples, and fully laid out plan for a joyful and upre. though he was a handsome and amiable strained meeting. Vanucci had certainly young man with no distaste for pleasure, changed somehow, and not-so Guido he came back from Naples to Bari deader felt — for the better; and to the stranger in love with her than ever!

the young man felt one of those antipathies Well, love has been answerable for more at first sight which some people believe to unaccountable things even than that; and be infallible warnings. it certainly never occurred to the young The stranger was pale, emaciated, ca. advocate that there was even a certain daverous to the point of ghastliness; he lack of prudence for a lawyer without looked as if he were just about to step into, clients to want to marry a portionless girl or had just stepped out of, his grave. And when that girl's name was Irene Vanucci. this appearance was the more intensified And, be it said at once, there were miti- by his contrast with Guido's healthy gating circumstances; as he, being a doctor youth, the epameller's only too stout and of laws, would have put the matter in an- too florid vigor, and Irene's fresh grace other case than his own. She was very and charm. Such was the man's appear. pretty ; she was very good; she was very ance, that it ought, of right, to have ingentle; and she worshipped him to an ex. spired only pity, not aversion. His tent that would have satisfied the most pointed shoulders seemed almost to meet exacting demands of a vainer man. over bis narrow chest; the sockets of his Finally, they were in love with one an- eyes were like caverns; his thin lips were other because – in short, because they drawn away from his darkened teeth and 'were.

gums; and the complexion of his cheeks It had been good to see her face again, resembled some grey parchment on which after the long purgatory of absence, tem- a death-warrant had been plainly inscribed, pered indeed by a letter now and then, the signature being only too legibly reprebut written, as he knew, not by the hand sented by a hectic

ring round each hollow. he wanted to kiss sixty times an hour, Then his hands, limp, waxen, and weak, and not in her own simple words, but by with long fingers and discolored nails, the crabbed fingers and in the high-flown were alone enough to tell a physician style of old Ulisse, who had probably tales. It was not, however, bodily disease composed and written identically the same that, to Guido at least, seemed to forbid letters for her mother; perhaps even for sympathy. The man looked – though the her grandmother, and for Guido's grand- idea might not have occurred to one who mother - who could tell ? Not Ulisse, was not a poet -- as if he were being confor he never told; he had written so many sumed by his own wickedness, and yet love-letters that they meant no more to wickedness of so weak a sort as to make him than his fee. The real letter had one wonder that it should be able to conbeen the flowers, one of which Irene had sume anything.

This unwelcome intruder, when Guido | should get well. You look too young to entered the room, was just coming to from be rich, so you don't know what it means a fit of feeble yet exhausting coughing, to have a lot of poor relations, a lot of which made the lover's appearance all the wretches, waiting for your shoes. It's more distressingly unseasonable. The important I should live to disappoint 'em, glow came into Irene's cheeks and the every one. I want to marry and have a light into her eyes when she saw who had family of my own. I don't want to feel, come again ; but that coughing wretch when I'm coming here to look at Signor kept the lovers farther apart than the Vanucci's mosaics, that every step would whole breadth of Italy, which had been be the death of me. Look here! I tell between them till to-day.

you what I tell every doctor I see : I'll "Hold up, sigoor,” said Vanucci, give twenty-five thousand francs to the roughly but cheerfully. “ Love, smoke, man who will rid me of this — cold. I and a cough are hard to hide. Irene, give expect there isn't a doctor in Europe, Af. Signor Merrick a dose of wine, and me rica, Australia, or America who isn't after another ; it's empty casks that make a that money. They say it's consumption, noise. What ! Guido Floriani — back and that's where they go wrong. I'll tell again? Take a dose yourself. And to you my symptoms. In the first place —" whose health shall I drink? To Captain “Signor," said Guido, with increased Floriani? or to Floriani, primo tenore of disgust, and taking advantage of the othSan Carlo? or to the great poet Floriaoi?er's sudden exhaustion, “I fear there is a It'll be something great, to be sure,” he misunderstanding. I am not a doctor of said, with what seemed rather an over- medicine. I am an advocate - a doctor done affectation of blunt raillery than the of laws." real thing.

“Oh - that all !” said the Englishman, “I have come back a doctor,” said as if Guido were no longer worth notice, Guido, with modest pride, glaocing at and settling down into another stare at Irene, and suddenly aware that her quick. Irene. ened color was caused not by his swift Vanucci began to fidget a little; for all glance but by the stranger's unbridled his geniality, he was evidently anxious stare.

and ill at ease. “ An advocate, eh! ah But at the word “doctor” the latter lawyers' houses are built of fools' skulls. turned to Guido.

Faith, you'll find building materials for a A doctor! Ah! And a young doc. whole street of such houses in Bari. By tor! Then maybe you have heard some the way, Signor Merrick, will you grant thing new," he said, in the ghost of a me ten thousand pardons voice which nobody could interpret with will do-if I leave you? I've got to see out the fear of breaking it to pieces alto- somebody about something, and gether. : “I am an Englishman; my name " I shall be delighted ; that is to say, is Merrick — Albert Merrick. I am a don't mind me,” said Signor Merrick. rich man. I have seven thousand pounds, “Though I haven't got to work for my a hundred and seventy thousand francs, living, I can make every allowance for you a year. I'm rich, talented, amiable, not poor fellows that have to - I can indeed. ill-looking, and yet I'm a miserable man. The signorina will do to show me those And why? All because of an obstinate mosaics just as well.” cold. Yes, you may well look at me. " Then come along, doctor,” said Va. Though I say it that shouldn't, I don't be- nucci. “Come along. You're going my lieve there ever was a case like mine. way, and — yes, yes; Irene knows all I've bafied your whole faculty for years. about everything. You've come just in I've consulted every doctor, famous or not the nick of time, Doctor Floriani, to adfamous, in London, Paris, Vienna, New vise me about a point of law. We can York - everywhere. And they're hum. talk it over as we go. And cheer up, bugs, one and all. Consumption, indeed! signor! 'Tis of the sickness a mao fears I've tried Algiers, Madeira, South Africa, that he dies." Davos – places that cure consumption. There was no help for it. Guido rather So mine can't be consumption, or else it plumed himself upon being a man of rewould have been cured long and long ago. source; and indeed it is wonderful how I've been advised to try the air of the full of resource we all are, except just at Adriatic, and upon my soul I believe I am the moment when it is wanted. Unluckily better," he gasped, with a sort of leer at nothing occurred to him just then beyond Irene. “ Better - but you see I want to taking the stranger by the coat-collar and get well. It's really important that I dropping him from the open window into

- or even one

up there?"

the street; and before he had time to get she was a little girl. I know; I used to beyond his first thought, he was himself feel just like that, often and often, when I in the street, his arm affectionately but was your age. But it doesn't last, more's tightly imprisoned by Vanucci's.

the pity. How many pretty girls have you “What is the meaning of all this?” he said the same things to in Naples, eh? asked hotly " Who is that scaramouch No need to blush; if you do that, you'll

never make a lawyer. I'm glad you've a “Gently! Business first and pleasure kindness for my girl; you'll help us with afterwards, young man. My business is a better will. You see, things stand thusbreakfast, and you shall be my guest. wise. Business is bad, very bad. I don't • Scaramouch,' indeed! Why, didn't you know how it is; but though I take more hear him say that he has a hundred and time over my work than any other artist seventy thousand lire a year? And it's in the trade, and never set to work without true. My skull isn't a brick for lawyers' longer thought than anybody else would houses. I've inquired! One of the clerks want to turn out a bushel of rubbish, the at Dionisi's tells me they're in a panic at perverted taste of the day is such that the length of his credit; why, he drew for here sit I, Fabio Vanucci, starviog op twenty thousand lire, hard cash, in a single turnip-tops and vinegar, while even a dolt hour. But here's our place. Waiter, a like Ruggieri, who'll think nothing of ragout, and the best bottle you have. The scrambling through in a week what would very best, mind; my friend is from Na- take me a year to put my mind upon, is ples, where they know. And one can't feasting on ortolans and champagne. As have less than a ragout when one thinks if genius, which has to wait for inspiraof a hundred and seventy thousand lire —tion, could be expected to come at a 'pst!' a hundred and seventy thousand lire a like Beppo there — no, Beppo; it wasn't year! 'Tis true they're another man's, as you I called, it was inspiration; but, as yet; but what will be, will be — and who you've come instead, you may bring anknows?"

other flask; and better than your last, this The close, ill-favored air of the inner time. So, thus it stands. How can things room of the trattoria was not in itself be settled so that, if a man marries and provocative of appetite; but even had dies, his widow may be his heir ?" Guido brought any hunger with him, it “No!" exclaimed Guido, starting from would have vanished before words which his chair. “It is impossible – it is hor. had already conveyed a dreadful thought rible! Irene — the wife of into his mind. Why should Signor Va- “ Ah! you're sharp, you lawyers. Yes ; nucci be taking so intense an interest in I trust that by the time this bottle is another man's money? Why had that through, things will be ripe for my blessother man- if such a creature could be ing called a man - been so ostentatiously left Why, the map is at death's door alone with Irene? It was surely not to " And so things must be done quickly. examine mosaics that so feeble a wretch One may wait for an inspiration, but not had climbed so many stairs, and not, as for a son-in-law with a hundred and sevwas pretty evident, for the first time. enty thousand lire per annum. Congratu

Evidently, if he wished to make sure of late me, my dear Guido. In a very, very things, he had no time to lose.

short time, with your legal help, Irene “Sir," said he, “I do not yet possess a Merrick, born Vanucci, will be the richest hundred and seventy thousand lire a year, widow in Italy - still beautiful, still young. which, indeed, is a great deal too much for Why! she will become countess, duchess, anybody. But I have an honorable pro-princess

who knows?fession, which may lead a man anywhere. I have a fair measure of talent; I have

II. not the worst of characters; I have youth, “ Per Bacco! if it isn't Guido Flori. strength, ambition; and I love Irene more ani!" deeply and faithfully than ever was woman Guido started at a smart slap upon the loved before. I want nothing with her but shoulder, as if he were suddenly roused herself, and that she, God bless her, is from a nightmare. And, indeed, it was willing to give me; and so

really little less. For he had been sitting “Eh? what?" asked Vanucci, holdiog in a daze, blind to the bustling departure a huge lump of ragout suspended in mid- of Vanucci, and to all save the ghastly air, with surprise. “You're after Irene, vision of his Irene standing before the too? Ah! I remember now. Yes, of altar with such a bridegroom. Fool that course, you used to write her sonnets when he had been, to think that a woman could

even

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