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for they have quick tempers in those parts, but of course he would come at a better and knives used to be quite as ready as She never imagined for a moment tongues. He was very poor, and, thanks that her father would take into his confito the shiftlessness which excuses itself to dence Guido Floriani, of all people, or go itself as genius, was growing poorer; and bragging in a trattoria about what, after a second chance of marrying his daughter all, had not yet been settled, and what she without a portion was not likely to come had resolved never should be. So the to him unless by miracle. It is true there better moment came, but not Guido. was always Guido Floriani. But even What could it mean? She could not even before the post-chaise had conveyed Mr. send bim the only love-letter she knew of, Merrick to San Giove, the diligence had a flower, because she did not know where started with Guido back to Naples ; so he was lodging. But if the moments that the doctor, if he had escaped the failed to be kind to her in one way, they enmity of those whom he had injured, lost were kind to her in another; for if the man the gratitude of those whom he had bene- she loved did not come, neither did the fitted.
man she hated. But then it is one's wants But Irene - was she of no consequence ? and sorrows that one realizes, not their Had she no thoughts or views of her own compensations — otherwise everybody ab her own life? was she nothing bet. would be singing a hymn of joy every day, ter than a mere shuttle-cock among a and all day long. number of men who happened to be Then her father, whose only compensa. grouped around her as the chance centre tion was the bottle, grew worse and worse of conflicting interests of their own? To conditioned, visiting the loss of the Enher father, she was something to sell; to glish gold mine upon Irene herself, and, Mr. Merrick, an instrument for spiting drunk or sober, doing nothing but scold his dead father and his natural kindred; her, whenever he was at home (which was to her lover she was a faithless woman, whenever he had no money), for having. who had thrown away true love for gold; wilfully ruined him. Who would take to the doctor — well, to the doctor she her, he asked savagely - a piece of damwas nothing as yet, seeing that she had aged goods, without even a balfpeonynothing the matter with her but a heart. worth of gilding, whom doubtless the ache, however interesting she might here- Englishman had thrown over for having after become. Was she nothing to herself, coquetted with a penniless ne'er-do-well besides?
like Guido Floriani? And so on, and so If it had been so, it would have been on, until the poor girl was really in a fair nothing wonderful. A girl in those parts way to become of some slight interest to was not supposed to acquire a soul of her Dr. Saverio Cald. own until she married, and even then she For the doctor had not returned to Paris, did not always find it of much use to her. after all; he had not even left Bari. It But what people suppose is not always somehow came out that no sooner had the right, even if it ever is; and Irene, on two young practitioner arrived than he had points, needed no confessor to tell her been summoned to attend the rich Englishwhat her feelings were, or ought to be - man; then the story grew into his having that her abhorrence for Mr. Merrick was been sent all the way from Paris or Rome; only equalled by her love for Guido. And nay, it got about at last that, after a single she had done her utmost to make her En. consultation, he had sent away his patient glish purchaser detest her in return. If cured of a mortal disease. Great profes. coldness, and hardness, and anything sional successes have often been created short of impossible rudeness, could choke by much slighter accidents, and thenceoff a wooer, Mr. Merrick would have been forth Dr. Calò became a prophet even in absolutely strangled months ago. But he his own country. He was called in to the combined the vanity of a peacock with the sindaco for gout, and to the sindaco's wife skin of a rhinoceros. Not even a down- for her migraine, and to the commandant, right no would serve ; and as to her and to the banker — nay, even to the father — well, if she had said no to him, bishop, despite his bad character for hethe would only have boxed her ears if he erodoxy. Even his own relations were was drunk, and given her a shaking if he glad to have him back again. It was not chanced to be sober.
the life of scientific discovery he had If only Guido would return! Well, and planned for himself, and he despised his Guido had returned — at the most unfor patients. But he was making quite a fortunate of all possible moments, no doubt ; tune by simply submitting to circumstances; and every fee he earned was “Ah — but -- can you depose that he is briogiog him nearer to his heart's desire. not alive ?"
So years went on, till Dr. Cald achieved “ Bah! I remember the case now permore than local fame, and, in an incredibly fectly. I never saw his corpse short while, he bade fair to find Bari alto- “Then you cannot depose that there gether too narrow a sphere. Meanwhile, was a corpse to see ?" though his peculiarities of manner grew “I am a man of science. I do not be. upon him, they ceased to tell against him. lieve in miracles, signor. That man was He did not become a whit less hard, and doomed, by all medical evidence, to die unsympathetic, and tactless, and cold; but within a month at latest. And therefore it seemed as if that old French professor, it stands to reason that he is now not only in prophesying evil things, had only de-dead, but buried." monstrated his own want of knowledge of “ You remember poor Merrick, doctor; character and of the world.
but you don't seem to remember me," said
the stranger. “Is Dr. Cald in ? is he disengaged?" “You have been a patient of mine?
So, early one morning, the doctor's Pardon me, signor; but I see so many in manservant was accosted by a stranger the year whose appearance was certainly not such “Do you see any likeness in me to any. as to warrant a visit to a physician on his body - to poor Merrick, for example ?" own account. He was a man in the prime “In you - to him? Pardon me, but of life, overflowing with radiant health and this is beginning to be waste of time. He vigor.
was a poor cadaverous wretch, up to his “The doctor can give you a few min. chin in his grave; you are fat, florid — I utes," said the man. “I do not think you should say a life in a hundred.” have any appointment, signor? and what “Would you mind examining me, all name?"
the same? 'I might be wanting to insure “Never mind my name, and a very few my life minutes is all I want- two will do."
“ Then, capperi! why didn't you say so So, with a heavy tread, he followed the before ? Of course I'll examine you, man into the doctor's study, and was di though it will be no more than a form." rected to a chair -- the doctor no longer Without further delay he went to work wasted words.
with his stethoscope, and that yet more " I must ask you to come to the point at perfect instrument, his own ear. once, sigoor," said he. “Time is precious “Just as I expected," said he.
" And in these days."
yet not quite; you may have had lung “Then, doctor, in the first place, I must trouble many years ago, but you are to all tell you that I have nothing the matter intents and purposes so sound a man that, with me — nothing the matter at all.” if all were like you, we doctors should
" And I must say you look it. And so starve."
if the question is not impertinent “And you'll certify that Merrick is why in the world are you here?”
dead, and that I'm alive and well.” Everybody must be somewhere - eh? “ With pleasure, signor." The fact is, I'm only here to make an in
according to science — the quiry or two. Do you happen to remem- same man can be dead and alive at once. ber a certain Signor Merrick, who was at And yet you don't believe in miracles. Bari some time ago?”.
I'm Merrick. He's I, and I'm he." “ Merrick ? Merrick? No. I do not • Pardon me. I have no time for jokknow the name."
ing, signor. I have other patients waitiog, “Indeed? He was an Englishman
“Ah, I begin to recall him — let me see ; “It's no joke, as my relations will find!” a case of galloping consumption, not three Really,” interrupted the doctor imweeks of life in him— a very uninteresting patiently," would you not find the bishop case indeed. I presume you have to do a better subject than a physician? This with his affairs -- you want evidence of is not the age of miracles.” his death? of its cause? It will not need “Bless my soul! do you mean to say a minute for me to give you that, sigoor." that I don't koow I'm alive better than you
"You can make oath as to the cause of do? Perhaps you'll recognize me when I his death, Dr. Cald ?"
tell you that you sent me to eat water“Assuredly. As strong an oath as you cresses at San Giove. Well, I ate them may require.
- lots of them — and the more I ate, the
better I grew. It was a dull, miserable | vocate whom the prisoner at the bar bad place, there was nothing to do but eat summoned from Naples to defend him water-cresses. I've been eating them for from the charge of murder — “and now, years. And look at me now !"
signori, I scorn to rest the defence of our “ Yes; I did send that Signor Merrick eminent fellow.citizen upon any common to eat water-cresses at San Giove, that is grounds. I will not insult him, or science, true. But it was only because he had to or intelligence like yours, by suggesting die somewhere, and he might just as well that he is insane. I call no witnesses ; die there as here."
what could they prove more than I can “Ah, you remember now! Yes, I eat, declare? You ask, what was my client's I drink, I sleep; I make up for lost time. motive for that deed of which he stands I've come to ask you to my wedding, to accused, and which he, through me, scorns the prettiest girl in Bari, who has been to deny? Was it greed of money? No; constant to me all this while. I'm going by that man's death he forfeited a fee of to reward her with seven thousand sterling fifty thousand lire. Was it a quarrel? a year, and with myself, which is better There was no pretence of a quarrel. still, eh? Then, when I've turned into What quarrel should there be between waste paper my fool of a father's fool of patient and physician? Was it the jeala will, I'll play such a practical joke on ousy of rival lovers ? No! My client, those poor wretches of relations; I'll have signori, has but one mistress, who sits far such a game with them; they'll grin on above the volcanoes of life, cold and pure. the wrong side of their ugly faces till they Ah! we have it now. For science sake starve in the workhouse the curate, and he slew Alberto Merrick - Day, for phithe half-pay captain, and the daily govern- lanthropy's sake, for the love of human. ess, and all
kind,- of you, sigoori, and of those who "Yes; I remember you perfectly — are dearer to you than your own lives, and now," said Dr. Cald, very quietly. But he of generations yet unborn. In order that was not thinking of the curate, or of the science might learn how and why Alberto captain, or of the governess; he was not Merrick lived, it was needful that Alberto thinking even of Irene, or of what a brute Merrick should die. Ah, signori, what is she was going to marry. He was thinking one life for the sake of countless millions ? of those water-cresses; he was wondering Who would not die a martyr to humanity? how Signor Merrick had come back from Consumption is a scourge; Alberto Mer. death's door.
rick hid its secret in his breast. Only by “Why,” thought he to himself,“ within his death could that secret of mortality be that man's body must be hidden the whole revealed. Signori — I do not appeal to secret of consumption, – its cause, its you on my knees for mercy. I demand history, its cure. It was no mere chance the triumph of my client as a hero of coincidence, then, which brought him and science who has won the civic crown.” me together.” A curious light gathered Guido sat down, overcome, like a true in those strange eyes of his; but he felt poet, by the effect of his own sophistry. strangely calm in the presence of such a And before he had recovered from the wonder. And — why, he'll be outliving glow, Dr. Cald, a free man, grasped his me, and I shall never know! Signor, per- advocate by the hand, and escaped from mit me to examine you just a moment the applause that followed upon surely the more."
strangest acquittal ever won. "I am interesting, then, after all ? " “So interesting that
What became of him I no more know It was not a stethoscope which Dr. than how or why Albert Merrick required Cald suddenly presented at his patient, a bullet to kill him. But as every year and not at the chest, but at the brain the children of Irene Floriani receive a One pistol-shot, and Merrick lay at the parcel of presents from an anonymous doctor's feet as dead as he ought to have donor, despatched from whatever region been years ago.
in the world happens to be at the time the
most notoriously unhealthy, there is reav.
son to think that he will end as a martyr " AND now, signori,” exclaimed Dr. to medicine in a nobler way than by the Guido Floriani, the young and rising ad- guillotioe.
From The Fortnightly Review. gest a comparison with the present popu. LORD TOLLEMACHE AND HIS larity of our constitution all over the world. ANECDOTES.
What was the cause of this surprising θάνατος δέ τοι αυτώ change? The proximate cause seems to 'Αβληχρός μάλα τοιος έλευσεται, δς κε σε πέφνη | have been a speech delivered by Mr. Γηραι ύπο λιπαρό αρημένον· αμφί δε λαοί Chamberlain when my father was in his "Όλβιοι έσσονται.
eightieth year, a speech which declared
him to be one of the very best of English “ And thou shalt fall in a serene old age, Painless and ripe, with nothing left to do,
landlords, and which straightway transWhile a blest people at thy gates engage
formed the old-fashioned protectionistinto Thy (fostering) care." WORSLEY's Translation.
a Radical hero. Thereupon his theory
suddenly became ex humili potens. See. It is not my purpose to say much about ing what appeared to be its dry bones thus my father, either as a politician or as a live, one is tempted to adapt the words of landlord. He regarded the Reform Bill the banished Bolingbroke,* and to exof 1832 as, at best, a necessary evil. He claim, “Such is the breath of orators.” even thought that, if Peel had disfran. Other and wider causes doubtless chised every corrupt borough and trans- helped on the change, causes connected ferred the members to large constituencies, with the decline of the laissez-faire school such as Manchester, the extension of the of political economy. Mr. Norman, him. franchise might have been delayed, if not self a strong adherent of that school, told averted. He was one of the fifty or sixty me that an inquiry had been set on foot members who, at the very last division, as to the comparative rate of wages on opposed the repeal of the Coro Laws. different Suffolk estates, and he believed He continued a protectionist to the end ; that the laborers on my father's estate and on this as on other matters he had the were little, if at all, better off than the courage of his opinions. Indeed, in allu- laborers on other estates; the rate of sion to an old cartoon in Punch, he used wages had found its level, and the laborers jocularly to call himself one of the fifty on my father's estate received as much cannon balls which nothing could melt. less from the farmers as they received He held that free trade would have more from the landlord. Doubtless there speedily ruined British agriculture, if it was some overstatement in this. At any had not been for the discovery of gold; rate, my father, when a very old man, and he was fond of quoting a high com- knew nothing of the untoward investigamercial authority as having said that this tion. But I refer to it as showing the discovery" had given the greatest stimu- instinctive repulsion with which some polus to trade that the world had ever litical economists of the old school would knowo." He talked the matter over with have regarded the masterful beneficence that charming and accomplished old man, even of a model landlord. Or, to speak the late Mr. George Norman, whose opin- more precisely, a disciple of that school ion carried great weight in matters of would pronounce Lord Tollemache's papolitical economy and finance, and whose ternal landlordism (as, indeed, he would name is familiar to the readers of “ The pronounce Mr. Gladstone's Irish Land Life of George Grote.” Mr. Norman in Act) to be a needful anomaly, perhaps, but directly confirmed my father in his opinion certainly an anomaly, and to involve the by telling him that the discovery of gold assumption that political economy is a less had raised prices as much as ten per cent.; exact science - is less of a quod semper, but I am bound to add that Mr. Norman quod ubique, quod omnibus — than it was told me that, in his opinion, the rise of once thought to be. prices had done more harm than good. The above consideration may be further
One thing has always struck me about illustrated by a personal remark, which I my father's rules in regard to allotments make with some reluctance, but which and to the general management of his may be thought suggestive. One of my estates. When I was living under his father's neighbors was that very remarkroof thirty years ago, those somewhat able man, Mr. Charles Austin.f It was arbitrary rules were thought by many partly under his guidance that I broke landowners to be as eccentric as (to com- loose from my hereditary politics, and pare small things with great) the British
• Richard II., Act 1, Sc. 3. constitution was thought on the Continent t I have dwelt at some length in “Safe Studies" (in in the last century. On the other hand, an article reprinted from the Fortnightly Review, this same system has suddenly gained was, according to Sir G. Trevelyan, the only man who such a wide popularity as almost to sug. exercised a domineering influence over Macaulay.
became a staunch Whig and an upholder | which the French call billiards. As he of what is now called individualism. My was making a stroke, a French bully father, whose view of the patria potestas nudged his arm. A repetition of the ofmight have found favor with Brutus or fence having shown it to be no accident, Camillus, was wont to rate me soundly for he threw the Frenchman out of the winmy “harum-scarum” potions. But the dow; and then, warned by the landlord, Liberal party has since changed its front, ran for his life. The impetuous temper and individualism is giving place to state thus shown devolved in full measure on socialism; and, at the same time, it has his son, as might be proved by numerous been my good or bad fortune to continue examples. in the main loyal to the principles of Ri- The following adventure of his youth cardo
will astonish those who are conversant though fallen on evil days, only with the stately Evangelicalism of his On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues. declining years. Once when he was travThe odd result of all this was that my elling with a friend, his dressing-case was father, at the end of his active and useful stolen. The friend had seen a suspiciouslife, seemed to be in some respects less looking stranger standing by; and from out of sympathy with modern Liberalism his description the authorities of Scotland than I was.
Yard identified the man with a noted thief,
but there was no legal proof, and the affair Some of my readers will remember that was dropped. At the next Derby, my my father drove almost, if not quite, the father, pointing out a horse to the same last curricle in London - one of those friend, said that, if he were to bet, he not very safe, but comfortable and pictur- would back that horse. A stranger, overesque, carriages which seemed to take one hearing him, offered him odds of twentybodily into the England of Miss Austen. five to one against it in five-pound notes. The mention of these old-world convey. My father took the bet, and was much surances indirectly recalls a quaint remark prised when his friend whispered in his made three years ago by a French garçon, ear that the stranger was no other than who wore an antique dress, and showed the thief. The horse won, and the misme, in the so-called Rue de la Bastille, a creant had to disgorge more than the value full-sized model of a restaurant of the last of what he had stolen. So that, in this century: “Il n'y a rien de changé sauf le case, “Ridebat plenus coram latrone viapersonnel !"
In early youth my father was extraordi. My father, before appointing an incumnarily active. So much so, indeed, that, bent to one of his numerous livings, made in a race of one bundred yards, he twice the noble resolution that (as he expressed beat the champion runner of England.it) he would select not merely a good man, In relating this, however, he was careful but the very best he could find. It hapto explain that he was several years pened on a Sunday afternoon that he atyounger than the champion, who had tended the church of one of his nominees passed his prime. In later life his chief - the opposite end of the social scale be. amusement was driving four-in-hand; and, ing represented by an infirm peasant whom op at least one occasion, he drove his I will call John Martin. The eloquent four chestnut horses when he was over preacher impressed on his hearers that (to eighty. When I congratulated him on speak broadly) there will be no reserved this achievement, he gave the character- seats in heaven: "All of you, my brethistic explanation, “I had a young fool of ren, from you, Lord Tollemache, down to a coachman who didn't know how to you, John Martin, will stand side by side drive; so I had to teach him. I found it before the judgment-seat of God.” The hard work to get on the box; but, when I patron, I understand, was asleep.* was once hoisted up, I was all right.” And now, having furnished a few facts Alas! how often the thought of him who
• If he had been awake, would he have quite relished has been taken from us — a muscular being thus reminded of the posthumous equality which Puritan, if ever there was one - has he, of course, admitted in theory? I remember an odd tempted me with all reverence to exclaim: story of a pious marquise who attended to the spiritual “Pater mi, pater mi, currus Israel, et the old lady went to heaven, she deigned to inquire auriga ejus !". His unusual strength and whether “mon valet-de-chambre, ce bon Jean," was agility were inherited from his father, Ad- pas? Monseigneur Jean est archange," was the reply miral Tollemache: il chassoit de race.
vouchsafed to her. During the peace of Amiens the admirai that she must needs bow herself to the ground if she was at Calais, playing the pocketless game taken such thought for the religion of her household !