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From this we were ushered into the sala, which con- and flaxen curls—two chairs, the usual tripod-shaped tained a horse-liair sofa, so hard and high that one was washing-stand, and an engraving of some devotional perpetually slipping off, and six chairs to correspond; subject, with a crucifix, a little receptacle for holya folded card-table whereon stood a silver lucerna, and water, and a palm that had been blessed at Easter, a press with glass-doors, in which a set of cups and hanging near the pillow. You may enter a hundred saucers was displayed.

bedrooms in families of the middle class in this part To accommodate their numerous guests, our host and of Italy, and see them fitted up after the same pattern; his niece brought in a number of chairs from adjoining those of the provincial nobility have a little more rooms, and seated us with great bustle and ceremony; display in mirrors, or pictures, but no greater comfort. an operation diversified by the Signora Placida's con- The introduction of all the visitors into the canonico's tinually darting into some obscure region of the house, chamber was not, I suspect, wholly without design; whence she could be overheard disputing with a shrill- for our attention was speedily attracted to a cotta or voiced attendant, or energetically clattering glasses alb of fine white cambric lying upon the bed, the most and plates, in a manner that singularly belied her elaborate specimen of the art of crimping it was posname. Meantime, the canonico talked and gesticu- sible to behold. The niece immediately held it up for lated, patted the youngest midshipman on the head, our closer inspection, while the uncle stood by smiling; to his evident disgust, entertained Madame V- and in answer to our praises of the exquisite designs with the history of his relative, on whose virtues he of flowers, leaves, &c., with which it was wrought, pronounced a glowing panegyric, and recounted to the entirely hy a manual process, told us it was the work consul the latest miracles performed at the Santa of the nuns of a particular order-I forget the name Casa, while he shook his finger playfully at my cousins, -a very strict one, moreover, who, by way of serving as if menacing them with a return to their ancient the altar, dedicate themselves to the preparation of liostilities. Presently the circle received an addition this part of the priestly vestments. This marvellous in the shape of another priest, Don Antonio, a great example of fine plaiting, however, was but the least friend of our canonico's, and almost as rosy, and recommendation of the ephod, which was trimmed pursy, and jovial as himself, who now came to have with a deep flounce of the most magnificent pointhis share of the good things and see the forestieri.

lace. This was one of those quaint Italian friendships I • Look at that, look at that!' chuckled the canonico, have so often noticed. It commenced in boyhood at rubbing his hands with glee; that is the lace which the seminary, had been renewed on our host's estab- all the ladies of Loretto, and Recanati, and Maceratalishing himself at Loretto, and would probably yes, all of them together--are envious of, when I walk continue unbroken till the end of their days. Regu- in the procession of the Corpus Domini! I have been larly as clock-work used Don Antonio to come every offered five hundred dollars for it by a Russian princess evening to make la società_limited to himself, I who came here on a pilgrimage; but I could not believe--play at cards, and discuss the petty scandal make up my mind to part with it. Look at that of the place. I asked him if they ever read, at which tracery-look at that ground, it is perfect - not a he shrugged his shoulders, and said that after going thread broken ;' and he descanted on it with the through the daily office in the breviary, for his part he zest of a connoisseur. must own he had had enough of study. This facetious When he paused in his raptures—Signor Canonico, response was loudly echoed by the canonico, and they meekly suggested La Signora Placida, may I fetch laughed over it in chorus with a sound more resem- the stole you have just had worked ?' bling the shaking of stones in a barrel than any human "Ah, the little vain thing !' was the rejoinder ; "she manifestation of hilarity.

is so proud of my vestments! It is a trifle thoughThe chocolate was now brought in by the serra, and Well, well, bring it out.' And from a long pasteboard handed to us by the two friends and the niece. It box, duly enveloped in tissuie-paper, the Signora was made thick, and served in cups without handles, Placida drew forth a gorgeous stole, the original and tea-spoons not being apparently considered requi- texture cloth of silver, but almost concealed by raised site, the uninitiated found some difficulty in discussing embroidery in gold. it with propriety; but after watching our entertainers, “The canonico has not worn this yet; it is for we perceived that the approved method was to steep the great funcione—that is, church-ceremony-of the in it morsels of rusks which had been distributed at Madonna in August,' said the niece, with as much the same time, and then convey them daintily to one's earnestness as if she were a lady's-maid talking of lips through the medium of the thumb and forefinger. her mistress's preparations for a ball, and disposing This was followed by trays of ices and sweetmeats it so that it might be viewed to the greatest advantage. from the caffè, the canonico observing significantly, It really was beautiful as a work of art, due to the he well remembered the signorine were always fond skill, as Don Antonio informed us, of another set of of dolci; and when, to please him, every one had eaten nuns, who exclusively applied themselves to needleas much as he possibly could, he insisted on pouring work in gold and silver. all the remaining bon-bons into our handkerchiefs, to The pleasure this good man took in the display of amuse us, as he expressed it, on our way home. his friend's possessions, impressed me very favourably.

When it was time to think of going, he declared we Per Bacco?' he exclaimed, handling the vestment must first see the house, and took us into a small with respect each time I see it, it strikes me more! adjoining room, containing a writing-table with a It is worth—$8---8-88-ss,' emitting a long sibilladried-up inkstand, and two or three shelves adorned tory whistle, expressive in the Marche of something with some very dusty dry-looking folios in parchment unlimited, whether of good cheer, astonishment, covers. This den, he told us, he retired to when he money, or so forth. studied or had letters to write-both rare occurrences, Via, via,' said the canonico modestly, it is not it was evident. Next we were shewn the dining-room, much a poor priest can do. Still, we may place it at with no furniture but a table and rush-bottomed the same value as the lace, and be within the mark.' chairs, and opening into the kitchen-a custom also Our reiterated admiration evidently enchanted the generally followed in houses of higher pretensions, but trio; in fact, it was altogether with the most amicable opposed to all our notions of quiet or refinement; and, feelings, and with mutual thanks and protestations, lastly, into his and the niece's sleeping apartments, we took our leave, the politeness of our entertainer in each a clumsy wooden bedstead, rickety chest of and Don Antonio leading them to give us their drawers-on which, under a glass shade, stood a figure company in visiting the bishop's Palace and the of the infant St John in wax, with staring blue eyes Farmacea, or pliarmacy of the Santa Casa, the last renowned for its collection of majolica, consisting of to an investigation of our wrongs. You may have three hundred vases coloured from designs by Raphael seen some of his letters, perhaps, in the daily papers. and his pupils.

In reply to a post-mortem examination by this surgeon, No adventures befell us in these perambulations, it transpired, that my stout connection-he was of a except that we were more beset and pestered than celebrated Berkshire family, and highly esteemedbefore, if possible, by the beggars, who followed us had been going about, or at least had been lying down in troops, and for whom, I learned with astonish- upon one side, for the last six months “ with a hyperment, no almshouse or refuge of any kind existed. trophied left ventricle, and a liver of a dark livid Concluding our sight-seeing with another visit to the colour;” besides which he enjoyed “congestion of the Santa Casa, there remained but time for a hasty hepatic veins of the left lobe." I overheard this dinner, ere we set out on our return to Ancona—the as being in the Post, one morning, among the rest of state of the neighbourhood, as we were repeatedly the fashionable intelligence, and it gave me quite a reminded, necessitating our departure in broad day- turn; which, considering that I weigh one-and-twenty light.

stone, is not, as you may imagine, a very easy thing The usual scene of clamour, begging, imprecations, to do. What did Mr Gant write there in illustration and blessings attended our exit from Loretto, a place of the pathognomonic condition of my brother-in-law, which presents the strongest contrast of wealth and and other of his Berkshire relatives, while exhibiting poverty it has ever been my lot to witness, or entered in the Baker Street Bazaar? Why this : “They lay my imagination to conceive.

helplessly on their sides, with their noses propped up

against each other's backs, as if endeavouring to A VOICE FROM BAKER STREET.

breathe more easily; but their respiration was bad,

suffocating, and at long intervals. Then you heard a 'I COME from Alabama ;' but my father's name being short catching snore, which shook the whole body of no sort of importance to the public, I reserve it. of the animal, and passed with the motion of a wave Suffice it to say that I am an American citizen who over its fat surface, which, moreover, felt cold.” I has kept pace with his age. I am not only a protest that, when I heard this, a shudder passed with transcendentalist, but a spirit-rapper; not only a the motion of a wave over my surface, and I dare say, spirit-rapper, but a clairvoyant ; and clairvoyance, had you put your hand on me just then, that I should comprehending of course the well-known faculty of have, moreover, felt cold. Why, this beats anything understanding the thoughts of animals, is all that that one ever heard of aldermen. They have laid at present I have to do with. Concluding to judge their heads together often enough for foolish purposes for myself upon every institution of which the old —that of making wooden pavements, for one-but country boasts, I was pregent at the Smithfield show not with their noses propped against each other's this year, in Baker Street, and observed narrowly backs,” I do believe. -if narrowly' can be applied to such animals— They do breathe rather stertorously under their the fat cattle, and with the inost interesting results. pocket-handkerchiefs after dinner, perhaps, butI here subjoin an account of a conversation held, “Umgh, Umgh”--the most apoplectic of them has the upon the evening of the last day of the show, with suspiration of a sleeping infant compared with mine. an enormously obese, but nevertheless exceedingly Turtle even twice a day is no match for oil-cake, intelligent pig. Almost all his brethren had been you may depend upon it. A certain Devon cow, an removed to a place which, from motives of deli- acquaintance of my deceased brother-in-law, attracted cacy, we had tacitly agreed to call elsewhere,' so the benevolent surgeon's attention in this exhibition that our discourse was quite uninterrupted. I had by looking extremely ill, and “laying her head and been putting some leading questions to the animal neck flat upon the ground like a greyhound." He regarding his personal history, and nothing could asked an attendant what was the matter with her, exceed the candour and openness of his replies. The who replied: "I knows nothing of them beasties in following is the substance of his experiences, which, particular, but it's the case with many on'em, I knows as he is, alas! now no more-I feel no hesitation in that.” He might have said, with very little exaggergiving to the public. On my remonstrating with him, ation, “with all on 'em.” There was, for instance, at the commencement of his communication, upon His Grace the Duke of Richmond's fat wether-for his perpetual use of the monosyllable ‘Umgh, Umgh,' I am not making a plea for my own kind only, but he repeated it with some acerbity, and continued as for sheep or what not, wether or no, in one common follows:

cause-had a heart weighing two and a half ounces. “Umgh, Umgh! I wish I could set down in writing “Its external surface was very soft, greasy, and of a the sentiment which that expression in the mouth of dirty brownish-yellow colour," observes the doctor. any one of our much-suffering family conveys to por- | “On opening the two ventricular cavities, their extercine ears. No sigh of lover was ever half so affecting, nal surface and substance were equally soft

, greasy, or cost its utterer one-tenth part of the effort, believe and yellow throughout; an appearance due to the me. I am a swine myself, a porker, & Baker Street infusion of fat between the muscular fibres of which prize-pig, and I ought to know. Umgh, Umgh. I the heart should chiefly consist. This substitute of don't say it comes from the heart, because, like fat for muscle is proved (by the microscope) to have some other over-fed people I might name, I have no ensued; for when examined, the muscular fibres no heart worth mentioning; but it comes from that spot longer presented the characteristic cross-markings, which the organ of my softer affections, the home of but the fibrillæ within the fibres were entirely broken my early memories, the sacred receptacle of the purest up by bright globules of fat. The healthy structure feelings of my nature, did once occupy-before it of the beast had therefore thoroughly degenerated by was turned into fat. It emanates-does this “Umgh, its conversion into fat.” The heart of the Prince-conUmgh"-from "flabby lungs," with “nodules of the sort's Devon heifer had both ventricles completely size of a kidney-bean imbedded in them;" and if you turned into fat. “Did you hever?" as my poor master don't believe me, why, ask Mr F. G. Gant of the used to observe to the general company, when enrapRoyal Free Hospital, who saw the very last of my tured at some proof of my superporcine sagacity. It dear brother-in-law, who was at my side but the was through his good offices-severe as they at the other day.'

time appeared to me—that I became a scholar. • Who is Mr Gant ?' said I, with feeling.

* I was once the learned pig of Greenwich and other Mr Gant,' replied the pig, is a medical gentleman fairs, too numerous to mention. Those fairs have who has most humanely given a good deal of his time I long been abolished. Those days have fled for ever;

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but the remembrance of them is still to me most sad, certainly have never turned round so far as to catch a
most sweet. “ Tears from the depth of some divine view of it.) They have highly commended me as
despair,” well up as I think of them, from the fatty “Improved Blankshire Breed;" by way of recom-
ventricles about my heart, glimmer at those eyes pense, perhaps, as they fondly imagine, for my
whose lids I am unable to raise without the aid of my mouth lying open, and nostrils dilating at each
friendly feeder, and trickle down my brown pig's painful inspiration.”
cheeks in silence. Umgh, Umgh! Little did the “They have given me a gold medal to wear at
giantess of Kent, in the same caravan with whom I my breast, as if to hide that spot beneath which
had the honour to travel, imagine that I should ever play-play indeed ? work, and work very hard-my
come to rival her in weight and bulk. I think I see, congested lungs.
even now, that magnificent arm of hers, hanging, as “They have called me with their flattering tongues
if inadvertently, out of the caravan-window, so that " a picture,” but never bestowed one thought upon
the people outside were induced to rush in in crowds what it cost me to be put in such a frame. With my
to pay their pennies. I should have admired it more spoiled heart, with my labouring chest, with my
myself, had it not been for its extreme resemblance vitiated life-fluid, I must be a healthy article of food
in size and colour to a Bologna sausage—a delicacy truly; don't you think so, Brother Jonathan ?'
which I understand to have at least the flavour of .Poor fat pig,' said I, 'you have my most sincere
pig-meat. Our very dancing-dog was at that time pity. I calculate that you are going to-d-elsewhere,
but little thinner than I. We were at feud with one to-morrow; is it not so ?'
another from first to last. I bit one of his dog's ears, * Umgh; yes, I suppose such will be my fate. My
I remember, during a little difficulty we had concern- hope is, my only recompense will be, this—that they,
ing the equal division of some edible; and it is to his the judges, the arbiters of the destinies of cattle, may
rapacity that I owe the fact of my being destitute of a buy many pounds of me at the---in point of fact, at
tail; but now my bowels yearn-figuratively, that is, the butcher's (the poor animal uttered this hateful
for I have no bowels that can be called such, says name with an emphasis that almost proved the death
Mr Gant-towards my sprightly companion of other of him); and then, ah, then-umgh-won't I just
days. Happy Rigdum Funnidos, or, as we, his intidisagree with them!
mates, were wont to call him, Happy Rig! Though
thou wast half shaven as to thy body, in fanciful and
even ridiculous resemblance to the king of beasts, and

FRENCH CRITICISM ON SHAKSPEARE. redder as to thine eyes than the very albino whose The first attempts one nation makes to understand rival attractions excited our old master to frenzy another are generally of a curious character: only at every fair, thou art yet at least safe from Baker the more salient points, the angularities and appaStreet. Be content with thy lot. Whatever haps to rent eccentricities, will be attended to at firstthee, it is not likely that “the apex of thy left ven- those things which, taken by themselves, are most tricle has given way” through extreme obesity; or likely to be provocative only of laughter and ridicule. that “the thin lining of the cavity thus produced Men are always more easily taken by the peculiarialone prevents thy death occurring instantaneously.” ties than by the general characteristics of their neigh

• When I was a learned pig, and wise in mine own bours; and much more is this the case when the conceit, I was wont to murmur: “Umgh, for a life of people are of a different nation, speak a different idleness! Umgh (or “ Ah!” as a man would say), to tongue, and have different manners, customs, instilie in the sunshine all the day long, with plenty of food tutions, and forms of government. This is admirably to be got at without the trouble of rising!” At that illustrated by the general and popular notion time, I despised intellect. My occupation of trotting the English and French nations have of each other. about in a literary circle—that is to say, in a circle Nothing can be more opposite to the true natures of of capital letters-seemed to me then to be a round each than this popular judgment. To Frenchmen we of existence tedious enough. The stopping saga- are in general a rough, barbarous, wife-selling, beerciously opposite to the young lady who was to be drinking, and beef-eating nation; while to us the married within the year, and to the young gentleman French are a light, fickle, grimacing, frog-loving, who had not paid for his boots, and the guessing at bowing, fiery, restless, volatile race. Now, both people the probable number of olive-trees which should have in a greater or less degree all these characterisbless their union, seemed very hard work indeed. tics, and are what these adjectives designate; but Shaking hands with my proprietor at the conclusion these are not their abiding natures, the things which of the performance was to me a most painful mani- have made it possible for each to become the great festation of friendly feeling: bowing to the com- and mighty nation it is : we must seek for these pany three times was a considerable effort; and below the surface; and find out what is permanent, standing upon my hind-legs was perfect agony. But high, and noble in the hearts of them both before we what were such slight personal inconveniences to can understand the causes of their greatness, and read the miseries I suffer now? It is only when my the lessons of their histories aright. friendly feeder lifts my eyelids that, as I have before It is not, however, to enter into the philosophical mentioned, I possess any evidence of having either inquiry we write the present paper; our object is hind-legs or fore-legg. The notion of my now stand- not of so large and ambitious a character; nor, ing up on two-nay, upon any, however great a if we were inclined to pursue this most interestnumber of legg-would set me laughing, only that I ing course, would our space permit of any analysis am fully aware that the slightest cachinnation would that would lead to a profitable result. We confine cause my immediate decease. Any attempt at a bow ourselves to the more pleasing process of shewing would now be indeed a congé, and shaking hands, my our readers what one or two of the noted living ones final farewell to the world. Judges (sic) of what is of France are doing to make their countrymen underexcellent in pigs, connoisseurs in cattle, umpires of stand Shakspeare-a labour in which we are sure this Baker Street abomination (held, as is most fitting, every Englishman will wish them unbounded success. by the by, under the floor of the Room of Horrors Times have changed since Voltaire called Hamlet itself), have gloated over me admiringly. They have the best of those monstrous farces they call tragepunched and sounded that delicate ground which lies dies ;' and since he was astonished 'how men's minds upon either side and above the spot where my little could have been elevated so as to look at these plays tail once

“gracefully curled.” (It is a comfort to with transport; and how they are still followed reflect that even if this had been spared to me, I could l after in a century which has produced Addison's Cato!'

Give me

Our French philosophe thus sums up the reason no more. (Celia comes softly behind him, and puts her for this extraordinary fact. • The English chair- two hands upon his shoulders—with passionate despair.) men, the sailors, hackney-coachmen, shop-porters, What do you want with me? butchers, clerks even, are passionately fond of shows : Cel. Let us go; let us retrace our steps. give them cock-fights, bull-baitings, fencing-matches, this hopeless existence, and follow me. burials, duels, gibbets, witclıcraft, apparitions, they Jaq. No, madame, I have not sold my soul to you: it run thither in crowds; nay, there is more than one

was dead! But it reanimated-it lives-it suffers! It patrician as curious as the populace. The citizens of would perish bound to your caprices. It belongs to me: London found in Shakspeare's tragedies satisfaction I retake it. What does it matter to you? (He passes enough for such a tone of mind. The courtiers were

to the left.) obliged to follow the torrent: how can you help

Cel. What, then, shall I do with mine, if you abandon

me? admiring what the more sensible part of the town admires. There was nothing better for a hundred

Jaq. What say you ? and fifty years; the admiration grew with age, and giving, and that in wishing to take you, I have delivered

Cel. I say that a loyal woman would not take without became an idolatry. Some touches of genius, some happy verses full of force and nature, which you

up myself.

Jaq. Celia ! No--you joke! I am no longer young. remember in spite of yourself, atoned for the remain

Cel. Do you love? der, and soon the whole piece succeeded by the help

Jaq. I am poor, melancholy-discontented with all of some beauties of detail.'

hing Since Voltaire wrote, a new race of critics have

Cel. You do not love then? arisen in France. They have loved, admired, and in

Jaq. (transported). Ah! hold! you are right. I am a French fashion, idolised Shakspeare. Some of his

young, am rich, I am gay, I am happy. Yes, yes; the best plays have been translated, and (alas !) adapted firmament glows above, and the earth flowers below. I to their stage. Hamlet has been performed without breathe with love a new life, and my eyes open to the a ghost, and Banquo's has been banished from Macbeth. truth. Who-I melancholy? No; am no more impious. Still, the French are trying to understand and appre- Heaven is good, men are gentle, the world is a garden ciate our great poet. Dumas has played with him; of delight, and woman is the angel of pardon (he falls and a greater than Dumas, George Sand, has given a at her feet), if I do not dream that you love me! condensed and arranged’ French version of As you Cel. He still doubts. Jaques, by the roses of spring, Like it. Victor Hugo has translated the sonnets into by the virginity of the lilies, by youth, by faith, by French prose, and has preceded them by a theory honour, I love you! Now, will you leave me? which we shall explain by and by. M. Ernest Lafond Jaq. Never! for I love thee also. Oh! the most has translated into French verse the poems and some beautiful word that man can say: I love thee! of the sonnets; and a recent number of the Revue des Cel. Ah, well! since my father is neither rich nor Deux Mondes had an able article upon Shakspeare powerful—then, thanks to Heaven, I can be yoursby one of the most learned of modern French pens.

am I! In time, we may hope with something of confidence Let our readers compare this sentimental passage that the French may know a little more about Shak- with Shakspeare's termination of the play, and say speare than M. Voltaire taught them.

which he likes best-the French or English poet's Place aux dames; and first we pay our devoirs to notion of poetic justice ? George Sand. This author's notions of poetic (and We now turn to M. Victor Hugo's translation of dramatic) justice are sadly outraged at the issue of the sonnets. We said above that the translator had the delightful comedy, As you Like it. In a long pre- a theory. He enters into a careful examination of face to M. Regnier, she explains her notions in detail. the sonnets-studies them thoroughly-until, as he Her ladylike sensibility is shocked at the union of thinks, he wrests their secret from them; and in the sweet Audrey with the sprightly Touchstone, and accordance with his own view, he makes a complete the devoted Celia with the detestable Oliver.' She change in their existing arrangement.

He finds in in nowise approves of this, and so she alters it alto- the sonnets a complete drama, 'in which figure three gether. Of course in real life no devoted Celias ever personages—the poet, his mistress, and his friend. marry detestable Olivers, nor shall they on the stage, There the poet appears, not under the name which at least not on George Sand's stage; she therefore the human race gives him, but under that which he makes our old favourite, the melancholy Jaques, received in private life. It is no more William marry the devoted Celia.' We shall quote this Shakspeare: it is Will whom we see. It is no more curious love-scene, and recommend the perusal of the the dramatic author who speaks; it is the friend—the whole play to our readers. They will see what it is lover.' He finds that Shakspeare loved the woman to possible for such glorious poetry as the speech, ‘All whom many of these sonnets are addressed, that for a the world's a stage,' to become in French prose. time she coquetted with him, and then, upon the poet's But for the last scene of As you Like it by George turning round upon her, and threatening her with a Sand:

declaration of war,' she bends to his will; but in the SCENE XIII.-Celia and JAQUES.

very moment of his victory, he finds that she has Celia (to Jaques, seated on her right hand). Adieu, friend. To him the remainder of the sonnets are

another lover, and that that lover is his own bosomJaques ! Jaques (trembling). Adieu, madame!

addressed. He admits that this friend, the W. H. of Cel. (retreating, but always looking at him). Adieu!

the dedication, was Henry Wriothesly, Earl of SouthJaq. (without regarding her). Adieu. (He buries his ampton; and this once acknowledged, our translator face in his hands.)

says: "The mystery with which the sonnets were Cel. (pausing). You then will remain here all alone!

published is easily explained. The Virgin Queen is Jaq. And, I ask of you, what should I do elsewhere? brought in to make up the dénouement. She had forYes, this cabin which you leave is mine. I shall remain bidden this nobleman to marry, and the poet urges there alone, all alone, for the rest of my life, and I shall him to marry.' Shakspeare, shewing to Southampton love nothing but the trees which have seen you pass under how charming is the woman, said to him: "Marry!' their shade, and the grass on which your feet have trod. But the queen, shewing him the Tower of London,

Cel. But ere three months have passed, the trees will said to him: "Marry not!' lIere, then, is the knot lose their foliage, and the grass will not preserve for of the difficulty untied; here is the key to the mystery three days the traces of my steps.

furnished. We translate M. Hugo's concluding Jaq. Go; it is well as it is: I wish to see you remarks upon this curious view: “We understand

VICTOR HUGO.

now why the publishers, in general rather timid, itself under our eyes in the most vital and striking shewed such little eagerness in publishing the sonnets tableau; and if we wished to attach a proper name in which this fatal union had been advised, and in to each of these passions, this name would be that of which Shakspeare attacked with so much audacity one of the persons of his dramas.' the celibacy commanded by the queen. It was only Surely, after this, it cannot be said that no Frenchafter the death of Elizabeth, when the terror inspired man can understand Shakspeare. by the daughter of Henry VIII. had passed away, that the sonnets of Shakspeare found an editor. But then the high position which Southampton held, and

OG EOLA: many family considerations, would prevent them from

A ROMANCE. giving to publicity without reserve, the intimate drama in which one of the first personages in England

CHAPTER XLVI.—THE CAPTIVE. figured. To direct the attention of his contemporaries, LATE as was the hour, I determined to visit the the editor imagined the mysterious dedication in captive before going to rest. My design would not which the initials of Henry Wriothesly, Earl of admit of delay ; besides, I had a suspicion that, Southampton, were preserved, but inverted: he did before another day passed, my own liberty might be better still; he published the sonnets in premeditated curtailed. Two duels in one day-two antagonists disorder, which broke their logical unity, and ren- wounded, and both friends to the commander-in-chief dered them almost incomprehensible, leaving to myself_comparatively friendless-it was hardly patient posterity the care of divining the enigma. probable I should escape • scot-free.' Arrest I exThis is the secret which we have now the indiscretion pected as certain-perlaps a trial by court-martial, to betray.'

with a fair chance of being cashiered the service. This theory of M. Hugo requires a new arrangement Despite my lukewarmness in the cause in which of the relation of the sonnets to each other. We shall we had become engaged, I could not contemplate this indicate the complete change this made, when we result without uneasiness. Little did I care for my state that the first sonnet in the French edition is the commission: I could live without it; but whether 135th of the English, and the last in the French right or wrong, few men are indifferent to the cenanswers to the 55th in the English.

sure of their fellows, and no man likes to bear the The following one, which we copy as a specimen, is brand of official disgrace. Reckless as one may be of the 60th in our editions, and is represented by the self, kindred and family have a concern in the matter 150th in the translation of

not to be lightly ignored.

Gallagher's views were different.

Let them arrist and cashear, an' be hanged! What Comme les vagues qui se jettent sur les galets de la need you care ? Divil a bit, my boy. Sowl, man, if plage, nos minutes se précipitent vers leur fin, chacune I were in your boots, with a fine plantation and a prenant la place de celle qui la précédait; et toutes se

whole regiment of black nagers, I'd snap my fingers pressent en avant dans une pénible procession. La nativité, une fois dans les flots de lumière, monte Be St Pathrick! that's what I'd do.'

at the sarvice, and go to raisin' shugar and tobaccay. jusqu'à la maturité et y prend sa couronne. Alors les 'éclipses tortueuses s'acharnent contre sa gloire et le and, in no very joyous mood, I walked towards the

My friend's consolatory speech failed to cheer me; temps detruit les dons dont il l'avait comblée. Le temps balafre la fleur de la jeunesse et creuse les quarters of the captive, to add still further to my

chances of cashierment.' parallèles sur le front de la beauté: il ronge les merveilles les plus pures de la création;

Like an eagle freshly caught and caged-like a Et rien ne reste debout qne sa faux ne tranche. Et panther in a pentrap-furious, restless, at intervals pourtant dans l'avenir mon vers restera debout, chantant uttering words of wild menace, I found the young tes louanges, en dépit de sa main cruelle.

chief of the Baton Rouge.

The apartment was quite dark; there was no winAnd now for

dow to admit even the gray lustre of the night; and SHAKSPEARE.

the corporal who guided me in carried neither torch Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore, nor candle. He went back to the guard-house to So do our minutes hasten to their end;

procure one, leaving me in darkness. Each changing place with that which goes before I heard the footfall of a man. It was the sound of In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

a moccasined foot, and soft as the tread of a tiger; Nativity, once in the main of light,

but mingling with this was the sharp clanking of a Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, chain. I heard the breathing of one evidently in a Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

state of excitement, and now and then an exclamAnd Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. ation of fierce anger. Without light, I could perceive Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,

that the prisoner was pacing the apartment in rapid And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;

irregular strides. At least his limbs were free. Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow,

I had entered silently, and stood near the door. I

had already ascertained that the prisoner was alone; And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand,

but waited for the light before addressing him. PrePraising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

occupied as he appeared to be, I fancied that he was We cannot conclude this paper more appropriately not conscious of my presence. than by translating the admirable words of M. Lafond, My fancy was at fault. I heard him stop suddenly whose introduction contains some of the best things in his tracks-as if turning towards me—and the next which any Frenchman has ever written upon Shak. moment his voice fell upon my ear. To my surprise, speare. He says: 'If there be a man who has painted it pronounced my name. He must have seen through humanity with all the shades of passion which agitate the darkn and attract it whether for good or evil, it is indeed • You, Randolph !' he said, in a tone that expressed Shakspeare. He is the confessor of human society. reproach ; 'you too in the ranks of our enemies ! Love, jealousy, friendship, hatred, cold policy, ambi. Armed-uniformed-equipped-ready to aid in drivtion, the intoxication of power, the baseness of the ing us from our homes!' courtier, envy, grandeur of soul, the ignorance of • Powell!' the masses, and their inconstant caprices—whatever Not Powell, sir; my name is Oçeola.' has made the heart of man beat in all times, unfolds "To me, still Edward Powell—the friend of my

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