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friend Lorimer; he had fallen back on the That he thought her “a creature full of idea that there was the natural suitable des- harm ?” tiny for Alice, and for Boyd! His friend After dinner, too, how provokingly abcould not want a very young wife ; such a sorbed was Lorimer in some discussion with one would not suit him. (It is astonishing Mr. Seville Heaton; who was not a clever how much more clearly this sort of convic- man; who was generally a shy and silent tion of mature age comes in judging one's man; and, who was now — as it were out neighbour's destiny than judging of one's of positive ill-luck and thwarting of Sir own.) Alice was very sensible — rather Douglas's secret wishes - carrying on what original -- just the thing. And Lorimer was seemed to be an earnest continuous argusure to be Earl of Clochnaben some day, ment, to which Lorimer gave the most asand they would all be neighbours and friends siduous attention; and, indeed, ended by and brothers ! It was a most glorious castle taking out a note-book, asking for “ Cruin the air — the fit and appropiate end of den’s Concordance,” and making memoranall !
da which he handed to Mr. Heaton, and But, alas ! how recalcitrant is man then, flinging aside the heavy crimson silk above all when friends (or foes) desire to curtains of the window, looked out steadily bestow him in wedlock. How often does and absently at the star-lit heaven and the one see some beautiful married woman the lake far away, as though the text he had object of a compromising adoration which sought for in Cruden had been those words she does not share which she would give of mystery, “ Watchman, what of the her alternate eyelashes to be rid of — for night ? Watchman, what of the night ?" which she is bullied and anathematized by He had not even seemed to notice (exthe mother, sisters, and cousins of her ador- cept by a mechanical and courteous inclier, to say nothing of some girl or girls wbo nation of the head) that it was Alice who wish to wed him; and yet there is no bring- brought the “ Concordance," and laid it on ing him "to a sense of his situation !” Ilow the table where the two gentlemen were often does one see the like obstinate pur- seated; though Sir Douglas " improved the suit and courtship of some young damsel, opportunity," by saying, * Oh! Alice knows who, to use a familiar phrase of scorn, where every book in the library is to be “ wouldn't so much as look at ” the suitor, found; I believe she could select them in while some other young damsel is sighing the dark.” her heart out for him, and folding up as a When asked if he would not take coffee, secret treasure a shabby little withered he declined, without lifting his eyes from sprig he gave her one evening while handing the page; and the tea-table was deserted her through a quadrille. And he won't — except by the two ladies, between whom no, he won't — see what is good for him ; conversation continued fitful and disjointbut, in the case of the married idol, persists ed. The more caressing Gertrude endear. in breaking his heart for glimpses of a per- oured to be, the more dry and curt did son who don't want to see him at all; and, Alice become, till, at one point of their disin the case of the young damsel, in resolutely coursing, she looked at Lady Ross with such wooing one who cannot be persuaded to an expression of covert ridicule, that the wed him! All, apparently, out of sheer startled hostess blushed, and ceased to speak. contradiction; as though marriagaeble man In another second, the pallid face of Alice resembled the Connaught pig of whom the was so placid, so “ without form and void," Irishman said he was obliged to pretend he that Gertrude thought she must have been wanted him to go to Cork, in order to make in a waking dream to imagine her previous him take the road to Dublin! Sir Douglas look had meant anything. certainly seemed to think there was a Con- She felt ill and weary, and feverish with naught piggishness of obstinate avoidance of the feverishness of one who has gone through the right path in “ dear old Lorimer.” that uphill task, trying to be pleasant and
He could not go up to the man, take him companionable to a companion unwelcome by the button, and advise him, point-blank, and ungenial. But she did not like to give to marry his sister ; but all that could be the signal for retiring. Douglas might think done, in a decent, gentlemanly way, he was it shortened the evening for Alice. willing and anxious to do, and to persuade At length Lorimer Boyd turned from his Gertrude to do also.
reading of the stars, and, advancing into the Poor Gertrude! How was she to ex- room, actually seated himself by the side of plain to him that Alice was rather an object Alice Ross, and entered into conversation of aversion than otherwise to Mr. Boyd ? with her; principally, as was but natural,
on the subject of Mr. James Frere's preach- “ Yes,” said Sir Douglas, I remember" ing, his adventures, and his account of him- even as a boy, thinking Lorimer's the pleaself.
santest voice in the world.” “Well,” said Lorimer, carelessly, “I will immediately learn to sing," said one can deny that he has what my country. Mr. Boyd, with a forced smile," and have men familiarly call the gift o' the gab,' a Maitre Corbeau’adventure. But, meanand I hope he may always make a good use while," added he, abruptly, “our friend, of it. One advantage he certainly has: the Mr. Heaton, is going to exert his voice. We most melodious voice I think I ever heard. have been agreeing that he shall endeavour That is a perfection quite independent of to raise a collection for the schools near eloquence."
Torsieburn, which are sadly in want of Gertrude looked suddenly up from her funds; and' I bope all that has occurred will work, and smiled tenderly at the speaker. not prevent a good attendance and a good She was thinking that he himself possessed collection, and that Mr. James Frere may the advantage he was praising in another, not utterly monopolize the attention of the and how often she had heard the sweet even inhabitants of these regions, though there tones reading aloud to amuse her dying fa- seems some danger of his doing so.” ther.
If Gertrude's smile was singularly bright Her look was full of fondness, and Alice and sweet, Lorimer's was not. It was a saw it ; and saw the gloom deepen instead smile that made you wince and look grave, of lessen in Lorimer's countenance, when and Alice did not like it. she spoke out her thought and said, as the “I shall certainly be present at Mr. tender smile died away, “ Do you remember Heaton's discourse,” she said, “ with my how my dear father loved to hear you read brother and Lady Ross." on that account?”
Winds. - Mr. Browning is inventing instru- be ascertained just as with the force of the ments for measuring and registering the force wind, which, though it differs widely in squalls and velocity of winds. He also proposes to and lulls, is yet measurable? In these quesshow the velocities accompanying certain pres- tions we have assumed that the direction of the sures of wind. Is not another observation desir- wind is not exactly horizontal, as its action on able to complete the information? Old pilots water shows. What, then, the deviation say that the weight of their sails, filled by a from the horizontal, and is it uniform, or does north wind, does not correspond with the force it vary with different winds and their forces ? of the wind, being short of what might be There may be something, or there may be nothexpected ; and they account for it by supposing ing, to be learnt in this direction, but it is sometliai a north wind blows down slantingly, mak- thing to learn the nothing, and no inquiry into ing a larger angle with the plane of the sea than natural phenomena can be idle, especially when other winds. We cannot pretend to any opin- Mr Browning has got the wind in hand, and ion upon the matter of fact alleged, or the con- can make it tell and record all its secrets. The jecture founded on it, but, as both are believed discovery is made that it has got a name for by observant skilful seamen, the point is worth speed which it does not much deserve, and an inquiry. The question is the angle of inci. ordinary railway train will beat a stiff gale. dence of winds, the angle at which they Will not the angle at which it impinges explain strike an object paralleled with the water. the slowness at which it travels over the earth the angle alike with all winds, or nearly alike, and water compared with its force? - Examand though it may vary, may not a prevalence iner.
From the London Review. we seldom hear of such festivals. The gen
eral public are not over curious as to where, ON DEAD STYLES.
when, or how the literary purveyors get
ready for the market. Most properly, it is In an edition of the “ Prout Papers," considered a breach of honour for a gentledoubtless known to our readers, there is a man engaged in letters to take advantage of frontispiece cartoon containing portraits of the intercourse of a club in order to publish the literary worthies who once adorned the the private habits or appearance of a brothpages of Fraser. There you may see Maginn er writer. Occasionally, indeed, persons with his high shoulders, and three decanters who supply columns of gossip for country before him; Procter, pale as a poet sbould papers offend in this particular, but as a be ; Southey, absorbed as if with thoughts rule the principle of a decent reserve is of " Thalaba;” Carlyle, and Brydges, and followed. Gleig; Galt with a glass to his mouth, and So the eating and drinking style is dead, Coleridge in a characteristic daze, with and with it the abominable custom of prywhich opium might have some connection. ing for the sake of printing: What, too, About them all is an air of dinner and' fes- has become of those whirligig stories such tivity. You are supposed to be regarding as Maginn and Leigh Hunt used to invent, the wits off duty, and the artist evidently and the secret of making which, we condesires to raise a feeling of envy in your ceive, was bequeathed to Professor Aytoun ? mind flattering to the subjects and the occa- They appear to have departed. The fun of sion of his picture. The book which this them was as unlike the fun of a modern engraving illustrates is almost as full of eat- short story as anything that may be imagining and drinking as of jokes. Sir Walter ed. They were rude, rough, and ready, Scott is made to bobnob with a priest who boisterous, almost uproarious, but were possesses a succulent taste for fish, and the bound to be funny at whatever hazard. author is continually putting out gastronomi- Have we tales at present in the least resemcal quotations which remind us of the feast bling those of Hood, or of Jerrold, the “ Man after the manner of the ancients in Smollet. made of Money " of the latter, for instance ? He is learned on whisky, erudite on salmon, Certainly the art of story-telling has not profound on eggs, and has a great deal to advanced. The novellettes in our weeklies say concerning claret. With those disqui- and monthlies are very miserable. Eren at sitions we meet criticism and politics, a dash Christmas, when the writers do their best in at the fine arts, and several ingenicus feats this department, only a few succeed, Mr. of translation. It may be remembered how Shirley Brooks and Mr. M. Lemon being Christopher North indulged in similar flights. notably beyond the others. The old Black You get oysters and Milton in the “ Noctes wood, 'Fraser, or Bentley style of story is. Ambrosianæ,” and Byron, Shakespeare, and dead. In a previous number of the Lonsalıon in “ Christopher under Canvas.” It Don Review * we called attention to the was considered a great thing in those days decease of satire as a branch or form of litto compose mixtures of this nature. It erature; the professional satirist is a thing of showed you were not only a scholar, but the past. His office has been divided, and that Latin had not spoiled your digestion. every, or nearly every, modern writer keeps The midnight oil was consumed in a lobster a vinegar-cruét next his inkstand. The salad. You could give classical explanations album style is also gone out, and, we trust, for an appetite, and even your lightest hours never to return. « Lines written in an of relaxation, passed in a reek of metaphysics album were generally the very drivel of and punch, were worth chronicling. Possibly nonsense: if published by a poet, the knowlthis literary scheme owed its origin to the times edge of the place for which his verses were when Dryden took the chair at Will's, or intended seemed to stagger his muse out of farther back when Jonson toped and showed all inspiration ; if published on a poet, they off his parts against Shakespeare. We are exhibited symptoms of the premature defamiliar with the groups round Walpole livery to which he had been subjected, and Pope, round Mrs. Montague, and Burke,' and on the face showed signs of the haste and it would appear that “copy” was really in which they were brought into the world. sometimes spoken at their general junket- But perhaps the most wonderful revolution ings. But Wilson and Mahony had but the in literature has taken place with regard to flimsiest excuses for their imaginary ban- our language and the use of it.
The quets. Hogg wrote a most indignant disclaimer touching an account of his supper
* August 26, 1865 – article “Contemporary Cyni. performances given in Blackwood.
changes above mentioned occurred in a nat-| both endeavouring for striking situations, ural, or at least an ordinary course of fashion, come now and again within hail of each for letters yield to fashion as well as dress other. Perhaps the most perfect style of yields to it. It would serve a man very lit- precision, perspicacity, and ease, of our tle nowadays to give his days and nights to time, is to be found in the works of Mr. the study of Addison, and it would serve John Stuart Mill. It is wonderful how hım less to make his intellectual white baits clearly be conveys an idea which you scarcely converse in the tone of the whales in the know to be new until you have mastered it. Rambler. In the wig period you should have Nor is his style devoid of ornament. If a model, or rather there were one or two you hold up a glass of spring water to the models, and you should ape, measure, and light you can see the prismatic colours in it, manage exactly according to them. This though the water be pure and pellucid as would be a good plan if the models were crystal. If you read Mr. Mill's sentences a perfect. We can understand, for example, second or a third time the colours and the how such models could be set up in France beauty of the language unfold, but it first with the authority of the Academicians; does its business perfectly. Mr. Herbert but we have no Academy in England. Our Spencer follows close after Mr. Mill, and, language has managed to wax, and kick, venturing often into more remote quarand grow strong without the least care of ters, deserves great credit for the absence of nursing. We can point to writers whose that muddy profundity which philosophers periods fall with as graceful a cadence as often try to pass for wisdom. After all, those of Cicero, and to writers whose sen- we must concede that a writer who wants to tences are as close and as pregnant as those introduce a novel notion must go round of Livy. Considering that, save Johnson's about in order to bring it to us; and these Dictionary (a single-hand work), we have notions multiply faster than the means of had no exact register of our wealth in words, expressing them. A simple idea may be and no means by which their shades and inclosed in a simple word, but an idea may incolours could be sorted, we have reason to volve a complex proposition outside itself and be prouc. Still we are not out of danger. lately born, so lately born and so suddenly We take extraordinary freedom with our that there is a difficulty in finding swaddling language. We scarcely give it fair play. clothes for it. Johnson- tells us, " It will be What havoc Mr. Carlyle has made with it
, found in the progress of learning that in all and for how many sins of others in this con-nations the first writers are simple, and that nection has he to answer ? Raw German every age improves in elegance. A saturated recruits, French dandy phrases, words even intellect soon becomes fastidious; and knowlwith Latin jackets, and Saxon trews, so to edge finds no willing reception till it is recomspeak, march like Falstaff's regiment through mended by artificial diction.” A“saturated his books, and you are " blasphemous to the intellect” is Johnsonese for a well-stored eternal verities,” or something equally crimi- mind, and the doctor wants to say, in his nal and unusual, if you do not comprehend native tongue, that plain words only suit the ludicrous collocation. We confess, if plain people, and that you must have " artisuch a style were defunct, we should not ficial diction” for educated folk. " Artifiregret it. Mr. Carlyle is a man of genius, cial diction,” otherwise book-English, has and his whims form but a part of him; his been wisely discountenanced, and should imitators are mostly blockheads, and the air not be resorted to save, as
we before of Mr. Carlyle's barbaric strains is all they remarked, where the originality of view can pick up. The author of the "Latter- necessitates an original combination of words day Pamphlets" has one disciple, however, or a placing of them in an original light. of whom he may be vain. There is the What changes our language has yet to plainest evidence in “Our Mutual Friend" undergo, whether “ Hamlet” will appear as that Mr. Dickens has been touched with the obsolete as “ The Wife of Bath," whether "eternal verities." This is not surprising Mr. Tennyson will be done for as Chaucer when we bear in mind the peculiar charac- was, are speculations arising out of our teristics of Mr. Dickens' genius and his habit subject, but which, at present, we must leave of regarding the grotesque side of emotion, bere. Ve do believe, however, that a serjust as Mr. Carlyle does the grotesque side vice would be rendered to our literature by of thinking. It is natural, then, that they reducing it to some sort of order or method, should approximate on the ground of lan- and that a due consideration of the dead guage. Both aim at a mystical point, and styles would be a fitting preface to the work. FOURTH SERIEA. LIVING AGE.
From the Athenæum. been long in the service, and wished to be ag
thorized to quit his regiment on account of his The United States during the War. By family. She was every moment more and Aguste Laugel. (Baillière.)
more embarrassed. Let me help you,' said
Mr. Lincoln kindly, and he began to question An enthusiastic but discriminating ad- His profile showed dark against the bright
her with the method and clearness of a lawyer. mirer of the people and institutions of the United States, M. Auguste Laugel presents sunlight. His right hand
square of the window, illuminated by a flood of
was often passed us with a fervid, and in some places brilliant, through his hair, which it left in bristling diseulogy of the American republic. With ordered locks. While he spoke, all the muscles some of his opinions we do not concur, and of his face in movement gave an odd, unharmooccasionally he expends his power to do nious expression to his head, somewhat like the good purpose on questions about which sketches of Mephistophiles; but his voice had there bas been during the last six years an almost paternal gentleness. After having more than enough of debate. For instance, he said, "to grant your request. I have the his mode of dealing with the disputed Right right to disband all the armies of the Union, but of Secession is fallacious and unsatisfactory, I cannot dismiss a single soldier. Only the and the badness of his argument is not the colonel of your
husband's regiment can do that.' less conspicuous because war has removed The woman complained of her poverty. the question from the arena of discussion, Never before, she said,
had she suffered so much. and decided it in a way that accords with Madame,' said Mr. Lincoln, his voice changhis assumptions and inferences. But not- ing to a slow and touching solemnity, 'I share withstanding several points on which we your sorrow. But remember that so it is with cannot concur with M. Auguste Laugel, we all of us, whoever we are : we have never before
suffered what we suffer to-day. We all have have read his essay with considerable
our burden to bear. Then he leaned toward pleasure, and are grateful to him for his her, and for some time we only heard the murreminiscences of Abraham Lincoln, whose mur of the two voices. I saw him write a few personal acquaintance he made at the close words upon a paper, which he gave to the sup: of 1864. As a contrast to Mr. Sala's jocular plicant, and then dismissed her with all the account of his introduction at the White forms of the most scrupulous politeness. The House, the following picture of the interior moment after, a young man entered, and stretchof the Presidential cabinet deserves no ing out his hands as he advanced toward the tice:
President, exclaimed, in a ringing voice, “As for me, I have come to shake hands with Abra
ham Lincoln.' «« Come and see St. Louis under the oak of ident, offering his large hand, this is the
* Much obliged,' said the PresVincennes,' said my friend Charles Sumner to
business-day.' me one day. Then he informed me that once a week, however pressing the President's avoca
During his sojourn in the Union the tions might be, he opened his cabinet to all who
French tourist saw Mr. Lincoln several had a request to prefer or a complaint to make. We set out for the White House, and penetrated times, and was so fortunate as to obtain to Mr. Lincoln's cabinet, where we took our more than an ordinary stranger's share of places unannounced, with a dozen others, each presidential courtesy.
“ An almost superwaiting his turn. The walls were hung with human sadness,” M. Laugel observes in one immense maps of the theatre of war. Over the place, passed sometimes over that forehead chimney hung the portrait of President Jackson whose wrinkles had become furrows; over
- his hard, dry face bearing the impress of vast that strange countenance, where the laugh energy. On the marble there was nothing but of old times was changed into a sad contorsa beautiful photograph of John Bright, the elo"quent defender of the American Union in the tion. I recollect, as if it were yesterday, to English Parliament. Through two great win- have met the President at nightfall. He dows I could see the silver lines of the Potomac, had left the White House according to his the hills of Maryland and the unfinished obelisk wont to get the news at the War Departof Washington rising against the blue sky. The ment. No one accompanied him, though i President was seated at an immense writing- he had often been besought not to risk himtable which stood across the space between the self alone. He despised the danger and two windows. He did not remark Mr. Sumner, detested all restraint. Wrapped in a plaid being engaged in conversation with a petitioner, for protection against the cold, he walked our arrival. The door-keeper, in ordinary citi
: slowly, lost in thought, like a tall phantom. : zen's dress, like the rest of the world, led for- I was struck with the pensive, suffering exward a woman. She was in great trouble, and pression of his face. Agitation, anxiety, had some difficulty in explaining that her hus- emotion, had slowly bowed and at length band. was a soldier' of the regular army who had broken that strong rustic frame, and worn