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the superstitions he meets with, and themselves on their knees before it. to conclude that the clergy encourage, They embraced the box, and three where, and possibly wisely, they times affectionately kissed it, and only tolerate. It may not be amiss expressed dismay in their looks that here to refer to a fact narrated by our their guest did not do likewise. He author, that a Capucin convent at admits they looked upon him as an Ozieri is at present indebted for the infidel, but they did not treat him, on severity with which its laws are that account, as Franklin's apologue inforced, to the interference of the feigned that Abraham treated his bishop, not to establish but to put unbelieving aged stranger guest, but down a pretended miracle. A nun bore with him, as the warning and had announced that she had received reproving voice told Abraham to do. the "stigmata;'' pilgrims flocked, and The poor hostess, in her ignorance, offerings were made. The bishop knew not even whose relics she had suspected, perhaps more than sus reverenced, for hers was the common pected, fraud, caused a strict inquiry, answer, when inquired of as to this and the miraculous Stigmata disap- particular - Senza dubbio la reliquia peared. But let us come to an in- d'una Santa del Paese, ben conosciuta stance where the clergy encouraged, da per tutto." But this poor family or, to be candid, assuming the perfect superstition did not barden the heart; truth of the narration, originated a the shepherd's wife believed at least superstitious fear. It is one that had in the sanctity of some saint, and that so much reverence of a right kind in veneration for a life passed in holiness, it, and so much of truth at least in the by whomsoever, demanded of her goodfeeling, if not in the fact, as may well will to all, and kindly hospitality, and pass for a kind of belief in the minds such as should overcome even the of those who propagated it.
prejudice of an ignorant shepherd's When the King of Sardinia visited wife ; and therefore we must quote the island, he caused some excavations Mr Tyndale's confession to this virtue to be made at Terranova. Tombs of her faith. “If the ignorance and were broken into, and the dead de- superstitious credulity of my present spoiled of their rings, buckles, and hostess were great, her hospitality other ornaments; upon which, Mr and generosity were no less. She Tyndale says, “ a heavy gale of wind soon recovered from her momentary and storm, having done some damage horror of my heretical irreverence, to the town, during the progress of and, though not the bearer of a holy digging up the graves, the priests relic, it was with some difficulty I assured the people, and the people could get away without having several reiterated the assurance, that the cheeses put into my saddle-bags; and calamity arose from, and was a pun- when my repeated assurances that I ishment for having disturbed and dug was not partial to them at length up the tombs of the holy saints and induced her to desist, she wanted to martyrs of Terranova !"
send her husband to bring me home a Is the mark of admiration one of kid or a lamb. She would have conapprobation or thereverse? We cannot sidered it an insult to have been believe it to be one of contempt, and offered any payment for her gifts, had are sure our author would not wish to they been even accepted ; and after see the feeling-to the credit of human repeated expressions of her wish to nature, a common one-eradicated. supply me from her humble store, we When the Scythians were taunted parted with a shower of mutual benewith flying before their invaders, they dictions." We have brought to simply replied, “ We will stay and fight our remembrance patriarchal times, at the burial places of our fathers." when kids and lambs were readily set They considered no possession so well before wayfaring strangers. There worth preserving intact.
have been, and are, worse people in When Mr Tyndale was receiving the world than those poor ignorant hospitality in a shepherd's hut among superstitious Sardes. the mountains, a Ronuts arrived with Not far from San Martino our traa box of relics. The household within veller halted, to inquire his way at doors, a mother and daughters, placed an "ovile," the shepherd's hut. It may not be unsatisfactory to describe We quote the following as worthy the dwellings whose inhabitants are the notice of the Arundel Society, thus hospitable. The hut here spoken particularly as it is out of the general of was rude enough-a mass of stones tourings of connoisseurs. in a circle of about twelve feet dia
“The screen of the high altar (the meter, and eight feet high, with a
church at Ardara) is covered with porconical roof made of sticks and reeds.
traits of apostles, saints, and martyrs, The whole family had but one bed; a
apparently a work of the thirteenth or few ashes were burning in a hole in early part of the fourteenth century ; the ground; a bundle of clothes, some and, notwithstanding the neglect and flat loaves of bread, and three or four damp, the colours and gildings are still pans, made up the inventory of goods. bright and untarnished. Many of them The shepherd was preparing to kill a are exquisitely finished, with all the lamb for his family, yet he offered to
fineness of an Albert Durer and Holbein, accompany the stranger, which he
and will vie with the best specimens of did, and went with him a distance of
the early masters in the gallery of Dresthree miles. “After showing me the
den, or the Pinakotheke at Munich.” spot, and sharing a light meal, I Valery, the mistranslator just menoffered him a trifle for his trouble; tioned, is in ecstacy in his notice of but he indignantly refused it, and, on these works. He considers them leaving to return home, gave me an worthy the perpetuity which the adieu with a fervent but courteous graver alone can give them, and condemeanour, which would have shamed siders how great their reputation many a mitred and coroneted head." would be had they found a Lanzi, a We are not, however, to conclude d'Agincour, or a Cicognara. that all the shepherd districts, how. We have now travelled with our ever they may bear no reproach on agreeable, well-informed author over the score of hospitality, are regions of much country-wild, and partially culinnocence and virtue. We are told, tivated; have speculated with him on the authority of a Padre Angius, upon all things that attracted attenthat the people of Bonorva are quar- tion by the way; and, though the relsome and vindictive ; and a story roads have been somewhat rough, we is told of their envious character. A have kept our tempers pretty wellcertain Don Pietrino Prunas was the no light accomplishment for fellowowner of much cattle, and ninety- travellers; and our disputes have nine flocks of sheep; he was assassi been rather amusing than serious. nated on the very day he had brought We now enter with him the capital the number to a hundred, for no other of Sardinia-Cagliari. We shall not reason than out of envy of his happi- follow him, however, through the moness. And here Mr Tyndale remarks, dern town, though there can be no in a note, a French translator's care better cicerone ; nor look in at the lessness. “ Valery, in mentioning museum, fearful of long detention ; the circumstance, says that he was not even to examine the Phoenician murdered ‘le jour même où il atteign- curiosities, or discuss the identity in ait sa centième année.'” The words character, with them, of some seals professed to be translated are, found in the bogs of Ireland ; or to
Padrone di 99 greggi di pecori, speculate with Sir George Staunton trucidato nel giorno istesso che ei as to their Chinese origin, and how doneva formarsi la centessima." they unaccountably found themselves,
The reader will not expect to find some in an Irish bog and some in accounts of many treasures of the excavated earth in Sardinia, and from fine arts in Sardinia. Convents and thence into the museum at Cagliari. churches are, however, not without We are content to visit some Roman statues and pictures. Nor do the antiquities, and read inscriptions probclergy or inmates of convents possess ably of the age of the Antonines, or much knowledge on the subject. If of an earlier period. The monuments a picture is pronounced a Michael are sepulchral : one is of a very inAngelo, without doubt the possessors, teresting character. It is of some arwith a charming simplicity, would chitectural pretensions-in honour of inquire “ who Michael Angelo was." an exemplary wife, who, like Alces
tis, is said to have died for her hus- reader-we say general reader, for, band. The prose tale, were it in ex- whatever be his taste or pursuit, he istence, might have told, perhaps, how will find amusement and information. Pomptilla-for that is her name-at- The work is a full work. If the tended her husband in a sickness, reader be an antiquary, he will be caught his fever, and died, while he gratified with deep research and hisrecovered. The inscriptions are many. toric lore ; if an economist, he will Some have been made out tolerably have tabular detail and close statiswell: they are in Latin and Greek. tics; an agriculturist, and would he One, in Greek, has so much tender- emigrate from his own persecuted ness, that, deeming it quite worthy the lands, he will learn the nature of soils, melancholy cadence of verse, we have their capabilities, and how fair a field been tempted to substitute our own is offered for that importable and extranslation for that of Mr Tyndale in portable commodity, his industry, so prose, with which we are not quite much wanted in Sardinia, and so little satisfied.
encouraged at home; if a sportsman,
besides the use of the gun, which he Pomptilla, from thy dew-embalmèd earth,
knows already, he will be initiated Which mournful homage of our love receives, May fairest lilies rise,
into the mystery of tunny fishing, Pale flow'rets of a sad funereal birth
and, would he turn it to his profit, And roses opening their scarce-blushing leaves, have license to dispose of his game. Of tenderest dyes,
Nay, even the wide-awake shopAnd violets, that from their languid eyes,
keeper may learn how to set up his Shed perfumed showerAnd blessèd amaranth that never dies.
“store” in Sassari or Cagliari, and O! be thyself a flower,
what stock he had best take out. If Th' unsullied snow-drop, being and witness he be a neer-do-weel just returned true
from California, and surprised into Of thy pure self, e'en to perpetual years,
the possession of a sackful of gold, Mr As erst a flow'ret fair Narcissus grewAnd Hyacinthus all bedew'd with tears.
Tyndale will conduct him to the
Barathra into which he may throw it, For when, now in the tremulous hour of whether they be sea-fisheries or landdeath,
marshes; or into whose pockets he Her spouse Philippus near to Lethe drew His unresisting lips and fainting breath,
may deposit the wealth, whose burthen A woman's duteous vow she vow'd
he is of course wearied in bearing, for And gently put aside his drooping head, the excitement of generosity in beAnd her firm presence to the waters bow'd, coming a benefactor, or for the amuse
And drank the fatal stream instead. ment of corrupting. Such perfect union did stern Death divide,
The work is indeed a guide book," Th'unwilling husband and the willing wife as well as much more, for it tells every Willing to die, while he, now loathing life, one what he may do profitably or unThrough the dear love of his devoted bride- profitably in Sardinia - whether as Still lives, and weeps, and prays that he may traveller and private speculator, mind
dieThat his released spirit to hers may fly,
ing his own concerns; or as an enthuAnd mingled evermore with hers abide. siastic disperser of ignorance, and
renovator of the customs, manners, In taking leave of our author, we religion, and political condition of a confidently recommend the three people as unlike his own race and volumes on Sardinia to the general kindred as possible.
THE CAXTONS.-PART XIV.
THERE would have been nothing in eagerly, then checked me on the sudwhat had chanced to justify the sus- den. “There may be nothing in all picions that tortured me, but for my this!" he cried. “Sir, we must be men impressions as to the character of here-have our heads cool, our reason Vivian.
clear : stop !" And, leaning back in Reader, hast thou not, in the easy, the chaise, Roland refused further concareless sociability of youth, formed ac- versation, and, as the night advanced, quaintance with some one, in whose seemed to sleep. I took pity on his more engaging or brilliant qualities thou fatigue, and devoured my heart in hast-not lost that dislike to defects silence. At each stage we heard of orvices which is natural to an age when, the party of which we were in pursuit. even while we err, we adore what is At the first stage or two we were less good, and glow with enthusiasm for than an hour behind; gradually, as we the ennobling sentiment and the vir- advanced, we lost ground, despite the tuous deed-no, happily, not lost dis- most lavish liberality to the postboys. like to what is bad, nor thy quick I supposed, at length, that the mere sense of it, -but conceived a keen in- circumstance of changing, at each reterest in the struggle between the bad lay, the chaise as well as the horses, that revolted, and the good that at was the cause of our comparative tracted thee, in thy companion? Then, slowness; and, on saying this to Roperhaps, thou hast lost sight of him land, as we were changing horses, for a time — suddenly thou, hearest somewhere about midnight, he at once that he has done something out of the called up the master of the inn, and way of ordinary good or common- gave him his own price for permission place evil: And, in either--the good to retain the chaise till the journey's or the evil—thy mind runs rapidly end. This was so unlike Roland's ordiback over its old reminiscences, and nary thrift, whether dealing with my of either thou sayest, “How natural! money, or his own-so unjustified by -only So-and-so could have done this the fortune of either-that I could thing!"
not help muttering something in apoThus I felt respecting Vivian. The logy. most remarkable qualities in his cha " Can you guess why I was a racter were his keen power of calcula- miser?” said Roland, calmly. tion, and his unhesitating audacity “Amiser!-anything but that! Only qualities that lead to fame or to in- prudent-military men often are so." famy, according to the cultivation of "I was a miser," repeated the Capthe moral sense and the direction of tain, with emphasis. " I began the the passions. Had I recognised those habit first when my son was but a qualities in some agency apparently child. I thought him high-spirited, and of good-and it seemed yet doubtful if with a taste for extravagance. Well,' Vivian were the agent-I should have said I to myself, I will save for him; cried, “It is he! and the better angel boys will be boys.' Then, afterwards, has triumphed!" With the same (alas! when he was no more a child, (at least with a yet more impulsive) quickness, he began to have the vices of a man!) I when the agency was of evil, and said to myself, “Patience, he may rethe agent equally dubious, I felt that form still ; if not, I will save money the qualities revealed the man, and that I may have power over his selfthat the demon had prevailed.
interest, since I have none over his Mile after mile, stage after stage, heart. I will bribe him into honour!' were passed, on the dreary, intermin. And then--and then-God saw that able, high north road. I narrated to I was very proud, and I was punished. my companion, more intelligibly than Tell them to drive faster-fasterI had yet done, my causes for appre- why, this is a snail's pace!" hension. The Captain at first listened All that night, all the next day, till towards the evening, we pursued our to the panting sides of our horses. journey, without pause, or other food For answer, Roland opened his than a crust of bread and a glass of hand-full of gold. Away we went wine. But we now picked up the back through the dull sleeping vil. ground we had lost, and gained upon lage, back into the broad moonlit the carriage. The night had closed thoroughfare. We came to a crossin when we arrived at the stage at road to the right, but the track we which the route to Lord N- 's pursued still led us straighton. We had branched from the direct north road. measured back nearly half the way to And here, making our usual inquiry, the post-town at which we had last my worst suspicions were confirmed. changed, when, lo! there emerged The carriage we parsued bad changed from a by-lane two postilions and horses an hour before, but had not their horses. taken the way to Lord N- 's;-con. At that sight our companion, shout. tinuing the direct road into Scotland. ing loud, pushed on before us and The people of the inn had not seen hailed his fellows. A few words gave the lady in the carriage, for it was is the information we sought. A already dark, but the man-servant, wheel had come off the carriage just (whose livery they described) had by the turn of the road, and the young ordered the horses.
lady and her servants had taken refuge The last hope that, in spite of ap in a small inn not many yards down pearances, no treachery had been de- the lane. The man-servant had dissigned, here vanished. The Captain, missed the post-boys after they had at first, seemed more dismayed than baited their horses, saying they were myself, but he recovered more quickly. to come again in the morning, and “We will continue the journey on bring a blacksmith to repair the wheel. horseback," he said ; and hurried to “How came the wheel off ?" asked the stables. All objections vanished Roland sternly. at the sight of his gold. In five “Why, sir, the linch-pin was all minutes we were in the saddle, with rotted away, I suppose, and came a postilion, also mounted, to accom- out." pany us. We did the next stage in "Did the servant get off the dickey little more than two-thirds of the time after you set out, and before the acciwhich we should have occupied in dent happened ?" our former mode of travel-indeed, I "Why, yes. He said the wheels found it hard to keep pace with Ro- were catching fire, that they had not land. We remounted; we were only the patent axles, and he had forgot to twenty-five minutes behind the car have them oiled.” riage, We felt confident that we "And he looked at the wheels, and should overtake it before it could shortly afterwards the linch-pinch reach the next town—the moon was came out ?-Eh?” up—we could see far before us--we " Anon, sir !" said the postboy, rode at full speed. Milestone after staring; "why, and indeed so it was !" milestone glided by, the carriage was “ Come on, Pisistratus, we are in not visible. We arrived at the post- time; but pray God-pray Godtown, or rather village ; it contained that "the Captain dashed his spur but one posting-house. We were long into the horse's sides, and the rest of in knocking up the ostlers--no car- his words was lost to me. riage had arrived just before us; no A few yards back from the causecarriage had passed the place since way, a broad patch of green before it, noon.
stood the inn--a sullen, old-fashioned What mystery was this?
building of cold gray stone, looking " Back, back, boy!" said Roland, livid in the moonlight, with black firs with a soldier's quick wit, and spurring at one side, throwing over half of it a his jaded horse from the yard. * They dismal shadow. So solitary! not a will have taken a cross-road or by- house, not a hut near it. If they who lane. We shall track them by the kept the inn were such that villany hoofs of the horses or the print of the might reckon on their connivance, and wheels."
innocence despair of their aid-there Our postilion grumbled, and pointed was no neighbourhood to alarm-10 VOL. LXVI.-NO. CCCCV.