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foregone its moralities. Let the sullen able. A garden was the primitive prison, nothing pass. Suffice it, that after sad till man, with Promethean felicity and spirits, prolonged through many of its boldness, luckily sinned himself out of months, we have cast our skins ; have it." taken a farewell of the pompous, troublesome trifle, called housekeeping, and are
Any further summary than what settled down into poor boarders and lodg- we have already given, of the literary ers at next door, the Baucis and Baucida character of Lamb, would be only of dull Enfield. Here we have nothing tedious. He is one who will be to do with our victuals but to eat them ; generally liked, who with a smaller with the garden but to see it grow ; with class will be greatly admired, and the tax-gatherer but to hear him knock; who will never excite hostile critic with the maid but to hear her scolded. cism, unless his injudicious friends Scot and lot, butcher, baker, are things shall elevate him to a higher pedestal unknown to us, save as spectators of the than is due to him, or than he is pageant. We are fed we know not how; manifestly fit to occupy. Such is the quieted-confiding ravens. self-condemned obliviousness, in the stag- cold and calm verdict with which crination, some molesting yearnings of life, ticism must dismiss him. But those not quite killed, rise, prompting me that who have thoroughly enjoyed the there was a London, and that I was of essays of Elia and the letters of Lamb, that old Jerusalem. In dreams I am in will feel a warmer, a more partial Fleet Market, but I wake and cry to affection than Criticism knows well sleep again. I die hard, a stubborn how to express: she becomes someEloisa in this detestable Paraclete. What what impatient of her own enforced have I gained by health ? Intolerable gravity ; she would willingly, throw dulness. What by early hours and moderate meals ? A total blank. Oh ! let
away those scales with which, like no native Londoner imagine that health, Justice, we suppose, she is symboliand rest, and innocent occupation, inter- cally supplied, and, embracing the change of converse sweet, and recreative man as he is, laugh and be pleased study, can make the country anything with the rest of the world, without better than altogether odious and detest- further thought of the matter.
THE CAXTONS.-PART XV.
"PLEASE, sir, be this note for you?" lorner youth, of whom it seemed a asked the waiter.
type. * For me-yes; it is my name.” Now," said Vivian, speaking half
I did not recognise the handwriting to himself, half to me, * did the bird and yet the note was from one whose fall from the nest, or leave the nest at writing I had often seen. But for- its own wild whim? The parent does merly the writing was cramped, stiff, not protect it. Mind, I say not it is perpendicular, (a feigned hand, though the parent's fault-perhaps the fault I guessed not it was feigned ;) now is all with the wanderer. But, look it was hasty, irregular, impatient, you, though the parent is not here, scarce a letter formed, scarce a word the foe is 1-yonder, see !" that seemed finished-and yet strange- And the young man pointed to a ly legible withal, as the handwriting large brindled cat, that, kept back of a bold man almost always is. I from its prey by our unwelcome neighopened the note listlessly, and bourhood, still remained watchful, a read
few paces off, stirring its tail gently “I have watched for you all the backwards and forwards, and with morning. I saw her go. Well !-I that stealthy look in its round eyes, did not throw myself under the hoofs dulled by the sun-half fierce, half of the horses. I write this in a pub- frightened--which belongs to its tribe, lic-house, not far. Will you follow when man comes between the dethe bearer, and see once again the vourer and the victim. outcast whom all the rest of the world “I do see,” said I, “but a passing will shun?"
footstep has saved the bird !" Though I did not recognise the Stop !" said Vivian, laying my hand, there could be no doubt who hand on his own, and with his old was the writer.
bitter smile on his lip—6 stop! do " The boy wants to know if there's you think it mercy to save the bird ? an answer," said the waiter.
What from ? and what for? From a I nodded, took up my hat, and left natural enemy- from a short pang the room. A ragged boy was stand- and a quick death? Fie!—is not that ing in the yard, and scarcely six words better than slow starvation? or, if passed between us, before I was fol- you take more heed of it, than the lowing him through a narrow lane prison- bars of a cage? You cannot that faced the inn, and terminated in restore the nest, you cannot recall a turnstile.
Here the boy paused, the parent. Be wiser in your mercy: and, making me a sign to go on, went leave the bird to its gentlest fate!" back his way whistling. I passed the I looked hard on Vivian ; the lip turnstile, and found myself in a green had lost the bitter smile. He rose field, with a row of stunted willows and turned away. I sought to take hanging over a narrow rill. I looked up the poor bird, but it did not know round, and saw Vivian (as I intend its friends, and ran from me, chirping still to call him) half kneeling, and piteously-ran towards the very jaws seemingly intent upon some object in of the grim enemy. I was only just the grass.
in time to scare away the beast, which My eye followed his mechanically. sprang up a tree, and glared down A young unfledged bird, that had left through the hanging boughs. Then I the nest too soon, stood, all still and followed the bird, and, as I followed, alone, on the bare short sward—its I heard, not knowing at first whence beak open as for food, its gaze fixed the sound came, a short, quick, tremuon us with a wistful stare. Methought lous note. Was it near ? was it far ? there was something in the forlorn from the earth ? in the sky? Poor bird that softened me more to the for- parent-bird ! — like parent-love, it seemed now far and now near; now The young bird halted, and I also. on earth, now in sky!
" Come," said I, " ye have found each And at last, quick and sudden, as if other at last-settle it between you!" born of the space, lo! the little wings I went back to the outcast. hovered over me!
PISISTRATUS.—How came you to we can remove it, all may be well yet. know we had stayed in the town? Need there now be any secrets be
VIVIAN.-Do you think I could re- tween us ? (persuasively.) Sit down, main where you left me? I wandered and tell me all, cousin. out-wandered hither. Passing at After some hesitation, Vivian comdawn through yon streets, I saw the plied; and by the clearing of his brow, ostlers loitering by the gates of the and the very tone of his voice, I felt yard, overheard them talk, and so sure that he was no longer seeking to knew you were all at the inn-all! disguise the truth. But, as I after(He sighed heavily.)
wards learned the father's tale as well PISISTRATUS.—Your poor father is as now the son's, so, instead of re
O cousin, how could you peating Vivian's words, which—not fling from you so much love!
by design, but by the twist of a mind VIVIAN. — Love ! - his!- my fa- habitually wrong-distorted the facts, ther's !
I will state what appears to me the PISISTRATUS.-Do you really not real case, as between the parties so believe, then, that your father loved unhappily opposed. Reader, pardon yon?
me if the recital be tedious. And if VIVIAN.-If I had believed it, I had thou thinkest that I bear not hard never left him! All the gold of the enough on the erring hero of the Indies had never bribed me to leave story, remember that he who recites my mother!
judges as Austin's son must judge of PisistraTUS. — This is indeed a Roland's. strange misconception of yours. If
very ill !
AT THE ENTRANCE OF LIFE SITS-THE MOTHER.
It was during the war in Spain that felt for her ruined fortunes and desoa severe wound, and the fever which late condition. ensued, detained Roland at the house In one of those hasty impulses of a Spanish widow. His hostess had common to a generous nature—and once been rich; but her fortune had which too often fatally vindicate the been ruined in the general calamities rank of Prudence amidst the tutelary of the country. She had an only Powers of Life-Roland committed daughter, who assisted to nurse and the error of marriage with a girl of tend the wounded Englishman; and whose connexions he knew nothing, when the time approached for Ro- and of whose nature little more than land's departure, the frank grief of its warm spontaneous susceptibility. the young Ramouna betrayed the In a few days subsequent to these impression that the guest had made rash nuptials, Roland rejoined the upon her affections. Much of grati- march of the army; nor was he able tude, and something, it might be, of an to return to Spain till after the crownexquisite sense of honour, aided, in ing victory of Waterloo. Roland's breast, the charm naturally Maimed by the loss of a limb, and produced by the beauty of his young with the scars of many a noble wound nurse, and the knightly compassion lie still fresh, Roland then hastened to a home the dreams of which had soothed tion, to the service of a throne which the bed of pain, and now replaced the the English arms had contributed to earlier visions of renown. During establish ; while the extreme unpopu. his absence a son had been born to larity of the Constitutional Party in him—a son whom he might rear to Spain, and the stigma of irreligion take the place he had left in his coun- fixed to it by the priests, aided to try's service; to renew, in some fu- foster Roland's belief that he was supture fields, a career that had failed porting a beloved king against the the romance of his own antique and professors of those revolutionary and chivalrous ambition. As soon as that Jacobinical doctrines, which to him news had reached him, his care had were the very atheism of politics. been to provide an English nurse for The experience of a few years in the the infant—so that, with the first service of a bigot so contemptible as sounds of the mother's endearments, Ferdinand, whose highest object of the child might yet hear a voice from patriotism was the restoration of the the father's land. A female relation Inquisition, added another disappointof Bolt's had settled in Spain, and ment to those which had already emwasinduced to undertake this duty. Na- bittered the life of a man who had tural as this appointment was to a man seen in the grand hero of Cervantes so devotedly English, it displeased his no follies to satirise, but high virtues wild and passionate Ramouna. She to imitate. Poor Quixote himselfhad that mother's jealousy, strongest he came mournfully back to his La in minds uneducated ; she had also Mancha, with no other reward for his that peculiar pride which belongs to knight-errantry than a decoration her country-people, of every rank which he disdained to place beside his and condition ; the jealousy and the simple Waterloo medal, and a grade pride were both wounded by the sight for which he would have blushed to of the English nurse at the child's resign his more modest, but more cradle.
honourable English dignity. That Roland, on regaining his Spa- But, still weaving hopes, the sannish hearth, should be disappointed in guine man returned to his Penates. his expectations of the happiness His child now had grown from inawaiting him there, was the inevi- fancy into boyhood—the child would table condition of such a marriage; pass naturally into his care. Delightsince, not the less for his military ful occupation ! — At the thought, bluntness, Roland had that refinement Home smiled again. of feeling, perhaps over-fastidious, Now, behold the most pernicious which belongs to all natures essen- circumstance in this ill-omened contially poetic; and as the first illusions nexion, of love died away, there could have The father of Ramouna had been been little indeed congenial to his one of that strange and mysterious stately temper in one divided from race which presents in Spain so many him by an utter absence of education, features distinct from the characterisand by the strong but nameless dis- tics of its kindred tribes in more civitinctions of national views and man- lised lands. The Gitáno, or gipsy of ners. The disappointment probably, Spain, is not the mere vagrant we see however, went deeper than that on our commons and roadsides. Rewhich usually attends an ill-assorted taining, indeed, much of his lawless union; for, instead of bringing his principles and predatory inclinations, wife to his old tower, (an expatria- he lives often in towns, exercises tion which she would doubtless have various callings, and not unfrequently resisted to the utmost) he accepted, becomes rich. A wealthy Gitáno maimed as he was, not very long after had married a Spanish woman ;* his return to Spain, the offer of a Roland's wife had been the offspring military post under Ferdinand. The of this marriage. The Gitáno had Cavalier doctrines and intense loyalty died while Ramouna was yet exof Roland attached him, without reflec- tremely young, and her childhood had
* A Spaniard very rarely indeed marries a Gitána or female gipsy. But occasionally (observes Mr Borrow) a wealthy Gitáno marries a Spanish female.
been free from the influences of her English soldier, seemed ideas innate paternal kindred. But, though her and heaven-planted. Soon aftermother, retaining her own religion, wards, Roland found that a system of had brought up Ramouna in the same plunder was carried on in his housefaith, pure from the godless creed of hold, and tracked it to the connivance the Gitáno—and, at her husband's of the wife and the agency of the son, death, had separated herself wholly for the benefit of lazy bravos and disfrom his tribe-still she had lost caste solute vagrants. A more patient man with her own kin and people. And than Roland might well have been while struggling to regain it, the for- exasperated—a more wary man contune, which made her sole chance of founded, by this discovery. He took success in that attempt, was swept the natural step-perhaps insisting on away, so that she had remained apart it too summarily-perhaps not allowand solitary, and could bring no ing enough for the uncultured mind friends to cheer the solitude of Ra- and lively passions of his wife : he mouna during Roland's absence. But, ordered her instantly to prepare to while my uncle was still in the service accompany him from the place, and of Ferdinand, the widow died; and to give up all communication with her then the only relatives who came kindred. round Ramouna were her father's A vehement refusal ensued; but kindred. They had not ventured to Roland was not a man to give up claim affinity while her mother lived; such a point, and at length a false and they did so now, by attentions submission, and a feigned repentance and caresses to her son. This opened soothed his resentment and obtained to them at once Ramouna's heart and his pardon. They moved several doors. Meanwhile, the English nurse miles from the place; but where they --who, in spite of all that could ren- moved, there, some at least, and der her abode odious to her, had, those the worst, of the baleful brood, from strong love to her charge, stoutly stealthily followed. Whatever Ramaintained her post-died,' a few mouna's earlier love for Roland had weeks after Ramouna's mother, and been, it had evidently long ceased in no healthful influence remained to the thorough want of sympathy becounteract those baneful ones to which tween them, and in that absence the heir of the honest old Caxtons which, if it renews a strong affection, was subjected. But Roland returned destroys an affection already weakhome in a humour to be pleased with ened. "But the mother and son adored all things. Joyously he clasped his each other with all the strength of wife to his breast, and thought, with their strong, wild natures. Even unself-reproach, that he had forborne der ordinary circumstances, the father's too little, and exacted too much—he influence over a boy yet in childhood would be wiser now. Delightedly he is exerted in vain, if the mother lend acknowledged the beauty, the intelli- herself to baffle it. And in this misergence, and manly bearing of the boy able position, what chance had the who played with his sword-knot, and blunt, stern, honest Roland (separated ran off with his pistols as a prize. from his son during the most ductile
The news of the Englishman's years of infancy) against the ascendarrival at first kept the lawless kins- ency of a mother who humoured all folk from the house ; but they were the faults, and gratified all the wishes, fond of the boy, and the boy of them, of her darling ? and interviews between him and these In his despair, Roland let fall the wild comrades, if stolen, were not less threat that, if thus thwarted, it would frequent. Gradually Roland's eyes become his duty to withdraw his son became opened. As, in habitual in- from the mother. This threat intercourse, the boy abandoned the re- stantly hardened both hearts against serve which awe and cunning at first him. The wife represented Roland imposed, Roland was inexpressibly to the boy as a tyrant, as an enemy shocked at the bold principles his son - as one who had destroyed all the affected, and at his utter incapacity happiness they had before enjoyed in even to comprehend that plain honesty each other--as one whose severity and that frank honour which, to the showed that he hated his own child;