« ZurückWeiter »
because — She paused, and a blush |“ Le Petit Jeannot." Mimette, 'twas her quickened on her cheek.
one-you may, however, " Because
have heard it often in these provinces,“ Mr. De Merinhac, your father was a—a continued to follow his fortunes, and soon gay man ; this is no time for vain hesitation obtained considerable camp popularity for
—and my mother, who is gone—was attached her attentive kindness to the wounded, and -to the family-when you were at home, extreme promptness in affording them on there at the castle near Pan-
every side what assistance she was capa" • And so you and he are the children of ble of, hence too, the usual designation of that good and excellent woman whom I re- Mere Labiche, she, generally, in troopers' collect to have watched me when I was a language, went by. Such, with many others heedless child—in our old park at Brégeac, there is no need of repeating now, were the climbing the highest trees, riding about on details I hurriedly and brokenly asked and the wildest colts. 'Tis a wretched un- listened to during the few moments that founded calumny you speak of!—but the followed this sort of recognition.” name is not the same -it was soinething “ What was to be done? as she had said like Bernotiemnot Jeannotte- I think Ber- the giving ourselves up, which of course, nadotte— Yes, Bernadotte,-I remem- there would not have been the least hesitaber now,—all—my early days—and the tion about, would not suffice to save him. fresh air of the hills—come, you are iny I felt well convinced of it, knowing the sister-in tie of kindness, at least, I mean.' cruel unmitigated severity with which, under I clasped her in my arms;—could I do the eye of ihe functionaries, referred to so less ? and in turns half sobbed.
often in the course of my story, the rules of “You know the naine, and the man. discipline were enforced in the corps they He has since risen by his bravery and his had under immediate inspection. talents to a height which every act of his “ A thought struck me,—you will soon proved him to have been well worthy of seize it up. In telling hastily how she had attaining-albeit only the son of a poor succeeded in gaining our lines, she had mechanic. 'Tis I who say it, despite of mentioned a point of theirs, in extreme my principles,-or if you will, prejudices, proximity to us- Is it there,' I asked and those of my class. Certes, in the case eagerly, he-my friend---my deliverer is he deserves no less,-nay, perhaps, more, as confined ?' you will hear from me. A few words of ex- *Yes,' she answered with equal precipiplanation, and the rest of this old babbling tation- ah! if you could be allowed—the of mine I shall endeavour to be brief in- guard is but small-I-- yes, I-though on some other evening I may tell you more treachery it be, perhaps to save him-a detailed particulars —
brother—the dearest, best of brothers-would “It was the custom, you are aware, among guide you-' How quickly—but so the soldiers of the republican army, as always it is in extremities like this, we had among others, often lo designate by a understood each other almost without a kind of pet nick-name, those of their com- word passing as to the definite object I had rades who distinguished themselves. Almost in view. 'Twas—have you guessed it all?immediately on joining, the young Berna- no matter—to see my excellent and humane dotte (forced as well as this elder sister-a Colonel, or the General himself, if he simple, uneducated, but as you have seen could not grant permission—to state the high-minded creature, who loved him with case--my position, my obligations which the more undivided affection, because she they already knew that we both owed, looked
upon him as the only stay and prop Juvigny and myself, to our noble enemy, left her,--by family losses and misfortunes, to whom we were indebted for life and to seize on any means of getting wherewith liberty. Nay, more—since he was to live) had inade himself reinarkable by the point of being sacrificed on our account several acts of equal daring and caution- -to ask, and if I did not succeed in being promotion was the quick consequence. put at the head of a skirmishing party, Charles Jean Bernadotte seemed to the wits charged to attempt his rescue at once, of the ranks, a somewhat too long and aris- under any circumstances or chances, to surtocratic looking name, so, with military fa- render myself up, and submit to every fate miliarity, they took the liberty first, of con- rather than not try the utmost in my power tracting it to “Charles Jeannotte," and to save my friend and myself from the disfinally, as he became more talked of and grace and remorse of not acting as we had known, to the diminutive of “ Jeannot,” or been acted towards. Without again speak
ing I took her arm in mineroused up man of the troop seemed to have the one Juvigny—and ran rather than walked to the spirit with us) unexpected, unforeseen, and Colonel's quarters.
ill-guarded against completely succeeded, “ To iny delight I found him up—(every and we had the triumphantly delicious satime I think on it, I cannot help more and tisfaction of carrying away in safety our more blessing Providence that it should enemy-preserver and friend,—and thus have gracionsly willed on this occasion that acquitting a part of the sacred debt we had every thing should have occurred so for- incurred towards him. I shall add, to have tunately)-reading orders he had a few done with the subject, that this feeling was minutes before received—he testified sur- increased long before the close of the war, prise and some displeasure at the interrup- which gradually lost its character of ferocity, tion, which soon wore off, and rather changed by learning that the sentence which conto interest and sympathy as he listened to demned him had been reversed; and being what I came to say—at mention of my de- enabled on an exchange of prisoners to in:termination (in which Juvigny declared his clude him in it. We parted as men part, concurrence) to deliver myself up
or ought to part, who have known and been «. That
you shall not do, he said I put able to estimate one another, as we all three you both under arrest if you attempt it.' h:1d—with eyes full and hearts fallen, and We made an expression aloud of expostu- not a word on our lips. He was restored to lation.
his rank,--you are acquainted with the rest. Silence, gentlemen !' he interposed se- Years rolled on—I returned late to France, verely“ do you remember whom you and there found, what the most of us found, speak to ?'—but come, I inust be indul- -penury, or its nearest equivalent, for my gent-I see. Attend to what I say. I can share; but for the assistance of our kind do better for you, and am glad of it for the friends of Montgardat, things had been still brave young fellow's sake (Mimette's eye worse with me. lighted up) and yours. In the first place, “Can you guess who came to relieve me one of these papers regards you both- wholly from a state, that I, with my tastes (showing it) a council of war has been held and habits could indifferently bear?—though on your case at my request—the decree is I made effort to do so with what grace or given at length here. It wholly and com- grimace I could. Charles Jean Bernadotte, pletely (I merely mention the heads) in or, as I better like to call him, Charles consideration of ihe extreme circumstances Jeannoite, when he came to the throne, of an unnatural and sanguinary war car- caused enquiries to be made after me through ried on against all usual rules, &c. exone- the Swedish Ambassador, and having sucrates you and Mr. De Juvigny from the ceeded in discovering where, and how I was necessity of fulfilling the parole you have situated, in a letter penned with his own given—wait a moment, perhaps, in your hands, (I shall show it you one day) in the mood of mind just now, I have still better kindest and most delicate inanner requested news (taking up another despatch) I am me as an old friend and brother soldier ordered by this, to continue, in conjunction to confer an obligation on him by accepting with the other corps stationed in the city, a yearly pension which he knew I stood in the systcm of skirinishing on the enemy's great need of, and which he hoped I would lines. I put your troop on duty,—to horse, not resuse from an old friend and brother -you know where to go."
in arms.' It has restored me to the enI could have hugged the good man to joyment of the comforts I could ill spare
in stifling ; Minnette had nearly fallen at his my old days. “So my youngster,' added the feet. Juvigny started and rar: to seize his veteran, tapping me on the shoulder—there hand,
- Stop, stop,' he said, wildly, but au- are, and recollect it well as you pass through thoritatively- this is nonsense-you lose life-good people in all parties time-off, and God prosper you.'
“ And Mimette ?" “Of what use making a long tale of the She became a great dame of the imsequel, which passed so quickly. Our perial court. I may tell you her adventures attack or irruption, for such it was (each another time,--good night."
THE NATIVE MUSIC OF IRELAND.
We have already given assurance to our readers, that we are not dead to this subject;* and in cominencing our third volume, we publish three Irish airs. We have something to say about each of them.
No. I. This is drawn from a MSS. book compiled years ago, which we shall call the “ Farmer and O'Reilly collection.” Edward Farmer was a country schoolmaster who had settled in Dublin, in an obscure lodying off Charlemont-street, and taught, (amongst other things) the Irish language. About the year 1817, he reckoned amongst his pupils, some, who, desirous to acquire a knowledge of the language, were no less anxious about the music of their country. Having introduced them to several works of merit upon the subject of their tasks,—such as the grammars of O'Brien, Neilson, Haliday, &c. he did not neglect to stimulate them to purchase the “ Sanas Gaoidhilge-Sagsbhearla," or,
“ IrishEnglish Dictionary, containing upwards of 20,000 words that had never appeared in any former Irish Lexicon," then recently published by Edward O'Reilly. O'Reilly was found in a small house at Harold's Cross : he, in addition to the copy of his dictionary, communicated a collection of native airs. From this, and froin others handed by Farmer, the collection in question was made up, with the addition of several airs noted down at the time, as sung by people in the country. Both these unen have long since paid the debt of nature. They lived and died in want and neglect; the pupils who attended them spent the utmost pennies of their then means, in discharging the debts which they incurred in procuring their literary assistance, and had nothing left, save their heart-felt but unavailing syinpathies, to console the declining days of those men, who, had they lived to times when nationality has become more dear, would have been valued and prized no less than other precious relics of the times which have been.
This air is given in two parts, with precision, from the notation of the MSS. we have mentioned. They closely resemble each other, but with marked differences, and in this respect afford a speciinen of a peculiar form of Irish Musie. But their remarkable characteristic is found in the structure of the phrase comprised in the emphatic beginning of the fifth bar, and the close of the fourth leading to it. In each case, these singular passages are preceded and followed by double phrases of four bars; that is,phrases, each composed of two bars, which, without this intervention, might have been a tune of an ordinary class; but with it, happily introduced as it is, produce an effect which surprizes no less than it satisfies.
The metre which becoines requisite for it as a song, becomes, likewise, peculiar. We give the following attempt to express it. We have had no access to any copy of original words, save the Irish title which is found in the MSS. The air is plainly a coice-tune.
• Art.-“National Music and Musicians," vol. i. pp. 192—196. Art.-"The Ancient Music of Ireland," vol. ii. pp. 207-213.
Cia an bealac a deacaiosi.
“THE MOTHER'S LAMENTATION.”
Oh my child,
Oh my child,
She is gone,
She is gone,
She is gone,
She is gone,
But I feel,
But I feel,
How shall we introduce this incomparable air 10 the readers of The Citizen? It Was sung by Sarah Curran! She--the idol of the poet's imagination in so many of his Melodies (6)—as she wandered, in her grief and melancholy, amid the wild furzebreaks of “The Priory," (c) sang this strain.—Ah! who shall ever hear such sounds again ?
In the years which followed '98, it was the solace of every peasant—of every heart, gentle or simple, which felt for the sorrows of this distracted country. It is still thought of and treasured amid the same classes. Shall it longer be buried ? Are our tyrants stricken down, and shall we hesitate to circulate its numbers, far and wide, amongst the young generation which has sprung up in times, behind in date, but, praised be Heaven ! not behind in the love and adoration of our darling MotherLand !
Many have sung—and still sing, this air-as of one part only. And so does the strain grow upon the ear, that its freshness is never faded—even by endless repetition. Others add a second part. For the perfect genuineness, therefore, of this, we do not answer, yet it has its claims. Of the principal (first) part, different versions prevail with different memories. We have selected and given those which appear to us most true, and we have done this in a form which may have been used, in a manner often used amongst the traditional singers of the peasantry themselves. An air, no doubt, borrowed from the national music, is found in Paer’s Genevra di Scozia, and it is corroboratory that it bears a similar second part. We state this from an old recollection, it being many years since we saw a
(6) Moore's Irish Melodies—“ She is far from the Land,"—" When he who adores thee, &c. &c. (c) Curran's retirement-between Rathfarnham and Ballinteer.
We cannot trace, froin remembrance, the ballad which was sung with it. Scraps here and there we can recollect; but many " various readings" prevail ; enough to furnish volumes for true-born Scholiasts. Some make " Buonaparte" the hero of the song—but 'tis oftener, and we think more truly “Napper Tandy"—for he was an Irishman,-and although he has not left behind him a pure reputation for patriotism, yet, doubtless, he was once, in his day, admired and trusted by the people. Here is one version of four of the lines :
I met with Buonaparte, he took me by the hand,
They are hanging men and WOMEN for the wearing of the green.”
I met with Napper Tandy, he took me by the hand,
They are hanging men and women there for wearing of the green.” We do not recollect anything in the whole range of traditional poetry equal to these latter lines. Never was music fitter for poetry. Never were voice, music, and poetry so enchanting in combination as when Sarah Curran waked, with these accents, the echoes by the streams from her native mountains. Here was a fragment of the second part
“ There's green upon my cape,
And my native land
I cannot stand;
There's green upon my cape."
« THE WEARING OF THE GREEN."
Oh! we love to wear the Green
Our native land
We cannot stand
For wearing of the Green:
There were some that wore the Green
Our native land
We cannot stand
Through traitors to the Green :