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COUNTESS OF BEDFORD.

THE Countess of Bedford, wife of the fifth Earl of Bedford, and mother to the excellent Lord Russel, died before her husband was advanced to the dukedom. The manner of her death was remarkable. She was very accomplished in mind as well as person, though she was the daughter of Robert Carr, Earl of Somerset, by the dissolute Countess of Essex. But the guilt of her parents, and the murder of Sir Thomas Overbury, had been industriously concealed from her, so that all she knew was their conjugal infelicity, and their living latterly in the same house without ever meeting. Coming one day into her lord's study, her inind oppressed and weakened by the death of Lord Russel, the earl being instantly called away, her eye, it is supposed, was suddenly caught by a thin folio, which was lettered, Trial of the Earl and Countess of Somerset. She took it down, and, turning over the leaves, was struck to the heart by the guilt and conviction of her parents. She fell back, and was found by her husband dead in that posture, with the book lying Open before her.

DR. JOHNSON. When first Dr. Johnson's Rambler came out in separate pombers, as they were the objects of attention to multitudes of people, they happened, as it seems, particularly to attract the notice of a society who met every Saturday evening during the summer at Romford, in Essex, and were known by the naine of The Bowling-green Club. These men seeing one day the character of Levicalus the fortune hubier, or Tetrica the old maid; another day some account of a person who spent his life in lioping for a legacy, or of him who is always prying into other folks affairs; began sure enough to think they were betrayed; and that some of the coterie sat down to divert himself by giving to the public the portrait of all the rest. Filled with wrath against the traitor of Rumford, one of them resolved to write to the printer, and enquire the author's naine; Sanuel Johnson was the reply. No more was necessary; Saoruel Johnson), was the name of the cnrate, and soon did each begin to load him with reproaches for turning his friends into ridicule in a manner so

cruel and unprovoked. In vain did the guiltless curate protest bis innocence: one was sure that Aliger means Mr. Twigg, and that Cupidus was but another name for neighbour Baggs : till the poor, parson, unable to cootend any longer, rode to London and brought them full satisfaction concerning the writer, who from his own knowledge of general inanners, quickened by a vigorous and warm imagination, had happily delinealed, though unknown to himself, the members of The Bowling-green Club.

HANDEL. This celebrated composer, though of a very robust and unčouth external appearance, yet had such a remarkable irritability of nerves, that he could not bear to hear the tuning of instruments, and therefore this was always done before Handel arrived. A musical wag who knew how to extract some mirth from his extreme irascibility of temper, stole into the orchestra on a night when the late Prince of Wales was to be present at the performance of a new oratorio, and untuned all the instruments, some balf.a note, others a whole note lower than the organ. As soon as the prince arrived, Handel gave a signal of beginning con spirito, but such was the horrible discord, that the enraged musician started up from his seat, and having overturned a double bass which stood in his way, he seized a kettledrum, which he threw with such violence at the head of the leader of the band, that he lost his full bottomed wig by the effort; without waiting to replace it, he advanced bare-headed to the front of the orchestra, breathing vengeance, but so much choked with passion that utterance was denied him. la this ridiculous attitude he stood staring and stamping for some minutes amidst a convulsion of laughter, nor could he be prevailed upon to resume his seat till the prince went personally to appease his wrath, which he with great diffi. culty accomplished.

EMPEROR OF Russia. The Emperor of Russia, in his late visit to this country, displayed so much affability and generosity, and appeared so entirely divested of that pride which is often an attendant upon royalty, that he obtained universal admiration. The following anecdote of one of his predecessors, who displayed the same benevolent disposition, will not; it is presumed, be unacceptable to the reader.

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The Czar Ivan, who reigned over Russia about the middle of the sixteenth century, frequently went out disguised, in order to discover the opinion which the people entertained of his administration. One day, in a solitary walk near Moscow, he entered a small village, and pretending to be overcome by fatigue, implored relief from several of the inhabitants. His dress was ragged; his appearance mean; and what onght to have excited the compassion of the villagers, and ensured his reception, was productive of refusal. Full of indignation at such inhuman treatment, he was just going to leave the place, when he perceived another habitation, to which he had not yet applied for assistance. It was the poorest cottage in the village. The emperor hastened to this, and knocking at the door, a peasant opened it, and asked him what he wanted. “I am almost dying with fatigue and hunger,” answered the czar, “can you give me a lodging for one night ?”

“ Alas !" said the peasant, taking him by the hand, "you will have but poor fare here: you are come at an unlucky time: my wife is in labour: her cries will not let you sleep: but come in, come in, you will at least be sheltered from the cold; and such as we have you shall be welcome to.”

The peasant then inade the czar enter a little room full of children ; in a cradle were two infants sleeping soundly; a girl, three years old, was sleeping on a rug near the cradle ; while her two sisters, the one five years old, the other seyen, were on their knees, crying and praying to God for their mother, who was in a room adjoining, and whose piteous plaints and groans were distinctly heard.

“ Stay here," said the peasant to the emperor, " I will go and get soinething for your supper."

He went out, and soon returned with some black bread, eggs, and honey.

" You see all I can give you,” said the peasant ; par: take of it with my children. I must go and assist my wife. “ Your charity, your hospitality," said the czar, “must bring down blessings upon your house: I am sure God will reward your goodness.

Pray 10 God, my good friend,” replied the peasant, pray to God Almighty, that she inay have a safe delivery; that is all I wish for.”

“And is that all you wish to make you happy?" "Happy! judge for yourself; I have five fine children ; a dear wife ihat loves me; a father and inothér, both in good health; and my labour is suficient to maintain thein all.”

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Do your father and mother live with you?” tainly.; they are iņ the next room with my wife.

“But your coltage here is so very small!”. “ It is large enough; it can hold us all.”

The good peasant then went to his wife, who an hour after was happily delivered. 'Her husband, in a transport of joy, brought the child to the czar; “ Look," said he, “look; this is the sixth she has brought me! What a fine hearty child he is! may God preserve him, as he has done my others!"

The czar, sensibly affected at this scene, took the infant in his arms: " I know," said he," from the physiognomy of this child, that he will be quite fortunate : he will arrive, I am certain, at great preferment."

The peasant smiled at this prediction; and at that instant, the two eldest girls came to kiss their new-born brother, and their grandmother came also to take him back. The little ones followed her ; and the peasant, laying bimself down upon his bed of straw, invited the stranger to do the same. In a moment, the peasant was in a sound and peaceful sleep; but the czar, situing up, looked around, and conteinplated every thing with an eye of tenderness and emotion---the sleeping children, and their sleeping father. An undisturbed silence reigned in the cottage.

“What a happy calın! What delightful tranquillity!" said the emperor : “ avarice and ambition, suspicion and semorse, never enter here. How sweet is the sleep of innocence !"

In such reflections, and on such a bed, did the mighty Emperor of all the Russias spend the night! The peasant a woke at break of day, and his guest, taking leave of him, said, “I must return to Moscow, ny friend: I am acquainted there with a very benevolent man, to whom I shall take care to mention your kind treatment of ine. I can prevail upon him to stand godfather to your child. Promise ine, therefore, that you will wait for me, that I may be

present at the christening: I will be back in three hours at farthest."

The peasant did not think much of this mighty promise ; but, in the good nature of bis heart, he consented, however, to ihe stranger's request. The czar immediately took his Jeave: the three hours were soon gone, and nobody appeared. The peasant, therefore, followed by his family, was preparing to carry his child to church; but as he was leaving his cottage, lie heard, on a sudden, the trampling of

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