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survived their marriage many months; | opportunity of whipping in a pun.

that period was, however, sufficiently long to allow him to appreciate her excellence, and to testify his sense of it the whole of his une tailed property, which was very large, he bequeathed to her.

"He slept there also the same night I did; and when I saw his unwieldy person waddling out of the door the next morning, I said to Temple, Well, that's the largest Grant I ever saw from the Crown.'"*

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"Very good," said Wormwood, gravely. "I declare, Vincent, you are growing quite witty. You know Jekyl, of course? Poor fellow, what a really good punster he was-not agreeable though particularly at

She was very fond of the society of literary persons, though without the pretence of belonging to their order. But her manners constituted her chief attraction: while they were utterly different from those of every one else, you could not, in the least dinner-no punsters are. Mr. Daviminutiæ, discover in what the differson, what is that dish next to you?" ence consisted: this is, in my opinion, the real test of perfect breeding. While you are enchanted with the effect, it should possess so little prominency and peculiarity, that you should never be able to guess the

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Ha, ha! Excellent!" cried Miss Trafford, who was always the first in at the death of a pun. Yes, indeed they did poor old Lord Belton, with his rheumatism; and that immense General Grant, with his asthma: together with three single men,' and myself, were safely conveyed to that asylum for the destitute."

Mr. Davison was a great gourmand: "Salmi de perdreaux aux truffes," replied the political economist.

"Truffles!" said Wormwood, "have you been eating any?"

"Yes," said Davison, with unusual energy, "and they are the best I have tasted for a long time."

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'Very likely," said Wormwood, with a dejected air. "I am particularly fond of them, but I dare not touch one-truffles are so very apoplectic-you, I make no doubt, may eat them in safety."

Wormwood was a tall, meagre man, with a neck a yard long. Davison was, as I have said, short and fat, and made without any apparent neck at all-only head and shoulders, like a cod fish.

Poor Mr. Davison turned perfectly white; he fidgeted about in his chair; cast a look of the most deadly fear and aversion at the fatal dish he had been so attentive to before; and, muttering "apoplectic!" closed his lips, and did not open them again all dinner-time.

Mr. Wormwood's object was effected. Two people were silenced and uncomfortable, and a sort of mist hung over the spirits of the whole party. The dinner went on and off, like all other

"Ah! Grant, Grant!" said Lord Vincent, eagerly, who saw another Vincent purloined this pun.

*It was from Mr. J. Smith that Lord

dinners; the ladies retired, and the cent and I went next, "lest (as my men drank, and talked politics. companion characteristically observed) Mr. Davison left the room first, in that d-d Wormwood should, if order to look out the word "truffle," we stayed a moment longer, 'send us in the Encyclopædia; and Lord Vin-weeping to our beds.'"

CHAPTER IV.

Oh! la belle chose que la Poste! *-Lettres de Sévigné.
Ay-but who is it ?-As you like it.

I HAD mentioned to my mother my reason. Gain as much knowledge de intended visit to Garrett Park, and the second day after my arrival there came the following letter:

"MY DEAR HENRY,

"I was very glad to hear you were rather better than you had been. I trust you will take great care of yourself. I think flannel waistcoats might be advisable; and, by-the-by, they are very good for the complexion. Apropos of the complexion: I did not like that blue coat you wore when I last saw you you look best in blackwhich is a great compliment, for people must be very distinguished in appearance, in order to do so.

"You know, my dear, that those Garretts are in themselves anything but unexceptionable; you will, therefore, take care not to be too intimate; it is, however, a very good house: most whom you meet there are worth knowing, for one thing or the other. Remember, Henry, that the acquaintance (not the friends) of second or third-rate people are always sure to be good: they are not independent enough to receive whom they like their whole rank is in their guests: you may be also sure that the ménage will, in outward appearance at least, be quite comme il faut, and for the same

*Oh! what a beautiful thing is the Post-office.

l'art culinaire as you can it is an accomplishment absolutely necessary. You may also pick up a little acquaintance with metaphysics, if you have any opportunity; that sort of thing is a good deal talked about just at present.

"I hear Lady Roseville is at Garrett Park. You must be particularly attentive to her; you will probably now have an opportunity de faire votre cour that may never again happen. In London, she is so much surrounded by all, that she is quite inaccessible to one; besides, there you will have so many rivals. Without flattery to you, I take it for granted, that you are the best looking and most agreeable person at Garrett Park, and it will, therefore, be a most unpardonable fault if you do not make Lady Roseville of the same opinion. Nothing, innocent of course) with a woman of my dear son, is like a liaison (quite celebrity in the world. In marriage a man lowers a woman to his own

rank; in an affaire de cœur he raises himself to her's. I need not, I am sure, after what I have said, press this point any further.

"Write to me and inform me of

all your proceedings. If you mention the people who are at Garrett Park, I can tell you the proper line of conduct to pursue with each.

"I am sure that I need not add that I have nothing but your real

good at heart, and that I am your a very short man, then, wrapped up very affectionate mother,

"FRANCES PELHAM.

"P.S. Never talk much to young men-remember that it is the women who make a reputation in society."

"Well," said I, when I had read this letter, "my mother is very right, and so now for Lady Roseville."

I went down stairs to breakfast. Miss Trafford and Lady Nelthorpe were in the room, talking with great interest, and, on Miss Trafford's part, with still greater vehemence.

"So handsome," said Lady Nelthorpe, as I approached.

"Are you talking of me?" said I. "Oh, you vanity of vanities!" was the answer. "No, we were speaking of a very romantic adventure which has happened to Miss Trafford and myself, and disputing about the hero of it. Miss Trafford declares he is frightful; I say that he is beautiful. Now, you know, Mr. Pelham, as to you

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"There can be but one opinion;— but the adventure?"

"Is this!" cried Miss Trafford, in

great fright, lest Lady Nelthorpe should, by speaking first, have the pleasure of the narration.-" We were walking, two or three days ago, by the sea-side, picking up shells and talking about the Corsair,' when a large fierce ___”

"Man!" interrupted I.

"No, dog," (renewed Miss Trafford, "flew suddenly out of a cave, under a rock, and began growling at dear Lady Nelthorpe and me, in the most savage manner imaginable. He would certainly have torn us to pieces if a very tall

"Not so very tall either," said Lady Nelthorpe.

"Dear, how you interrupt one," said Miss Trafford, pettishly; "well,

in a cloak

"In a great-coat," drawled Lady Nelthorpe. Miss Trafford went on without noticing the emendation,"had not, with incredible rapidity, sprung down the rock and

"Called him off," said Lady Nelthorpe.

"Yes, called him off," pursued Miss Trafford, looking round for the necessary symptoms of our wonder at this very extraordinary incident.

"What is the most remarkable," said Lady Nelthorpe, "is, that though he seemed from his dress and appearance to be really a gentleman, he never stayed to ask if we were alarmed or hurt-scarcely even looked at

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("I don't wonder at that!" said Mr. Wormwood, who, with Lord Vincent, had just entered the room ;)

"--and vanished among the rocks as suddenly as he appeared."

"Oh, you've seen that fellow, have you?" said Lord Vincent: "so have I, and a devilish queer-looking person he is,

The balls of his broad eyes roll'd in his head,

He looked a lion with a gloomy stare,
And o'er his eyebrows hung his matted hair.

And glar'd betwixt a yellow and a red;

Well remembered, and better applied -eh, Mr. Pelham?"

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Really," said I, "I am not able to judge of the application, since I have not seen the hero."

"Oh! it's admirable," said Miss Trafford, “just the description I should have given of him in prose. But pray, where, when, and how did you see him?"

"Your question is religiously mysterious, tria juncta in uno," replied Vincent; "but I will answer it with the simplicity of a Quaker. other evening I was coming home from one of Sir Lionel's preserves,

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and had sent the keeper on before, in from his reverie, called his dog by the order more undisturbedly tovery appropriate name of Terror, and "Con witticisms for dinner," said then, slouching his hat over his face, Wormwood. passed rapidly by me, dog and all. I did not recover the fright for an hour and a quarter. I walked-ye gods, how I did walk!-no wonder, by the by, that I mended my pace, for, as Pliny says truly

"To make out the meaning of Mr. Wormwood's last work," continued Lord Vincent. "My shortest way lay through that churchyard about a mile hence, which is such a lion in this ugly part of the country, because it has three thistles and a tree. Just as I got there, I saw a man suddenly rise from the earth, where he appeared to have been lying; he stood still for a moment, and then (evidently not perceiving me) raised his clasped hands to heaven, and muttered some words I was not able distinctly to hear. As I approached nearer to him, which I did with no very pleasant sensations, a large black dog, which, till then, had remained couchant, sprang towards me with a loud growl,

'Sonat hic de nare canina
Litera,'

"Timor est emendator asperrimus.""*

Mr. Wormwood had been very impatient during this recital, preparing an attack upon Lord Vincent, when Mr. Davison, entering suddenly, diverted the assault.

"Good heavens !" said Wormwood, dropping his roll, "how very ill you look to-day, Mr. Davison; face flushed

veins swelled-oh, those horrid truffles! Miss Trafford, I'll trouble you for the salt.”

*Most of the quotations from Latin or French authors, interspersed throughout this work, will be translated for the conve

as Persius has it. I was too terrified nience of the general reader; but exceptions

to move

"Obstupui-steteruntque comæ-'

will be made, where such quotations (as is sometimes the case when from the mouth of Lord Vincent) merely contain a play upon and I should most infallibly have been words, which are pointless, out of the language employed, or which only iterate or converted into dog's meat, if our mu-illustrate, by a characteristic pedantry, the tual acquaintance had not started sentence that precedes or follows them.

CHAPTER V.

Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May;
If she be not so to me,

What care I how fair she be?

GEORGE WITHERS.

It was great pity, so it was,

That villainous saltpetre should be digged
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed.

SEVERAL days passed. I had taken particular pains to ingratiate myself with Lady Roseville, and, so far as common acquaintance went, I had no reason to be dissatisfied with my success. Anything else, I soon discovered, notwithstanding my vanity, (which made no inconsiderable part in the composition of Henry Pelham) was quite out of the question. Her mind was wholly of a different mould from my own. She was like a being, not perhaps of a better, but of another -world than myself: we had not one thought or opinion in common; we looked upon things with a totally different vision; I was soon convinced that she was of a nature exactly contrary to what was generally believed -she was anything but the mere mechanical woman of the world. She possessed great sensibility, and even romance of temper, strong passions, and still stronger imagination; but over all these deeper recesses of her character, the extreme softness and languor of her manners threw a veil which no superficial observer could penetrate. There were times when I could believe that she was inwardly restless and unhappy; but she was too well versed in the arts of concealment, to suffer such an appearance to be more than momentary.

First Part of King Henry IV.

I must own that I consoled myself very easily for my want, in this particular instance, of that usual good fortune which attends me with the divine sex; the fact was, that I had another object in pursuit. All the men at Sir Lionel Garrett's were keen sportsmen. Now, shooting is an amusement I was never particularly partial to. I was first disgusted with that species of rational recreation at a battue, where, instead of bagging anything, I was nearly bagged, having been inserted, like wine in an ice pail, in a wet ditch for three hours, during which time my hat had been twice shot at for a pheasant, and my leather gaiters once for a hare; and to crown all, when these several mistakes were discovered, my intended exterminators, instead of apologising for having shot at me, were quite disappointed at having missed.

Seriously, that same shooting is a most barbarous amusement, only fit for majors in the army, and royal dukes, and that sort of people; the mere walking is bad enough, but embarrassing one's arms, moreover, with a gun, and one's legs with turnip tops, exposing oneself to the mercy of bad shots and the atrocity of good, seems to me only a state of painful fatigue, enlivened by the probability of being killed.

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