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us up to the dog-star,) and, where innocence—to protect her name! A that avoidance was not possible, tra- good name is something, then. Your velling by night, I got him into the father was not so wrong to prize it. neighbourhood of the old Tower. I You would like yours to be that which would not admit him under its roof. your sister would be proud to own! But you know the little inn, three “While we were talking, Blanche miles off the trout stream?—we made suddenly came to the spot, and rushed our abode there.
to my arms. She looked on him as a “Well, I have taken him into the stranger; but I saw his knees tremvillage, preserving his incognito. I ble. And then she was about to put have entered with him into cottages, her hand in his—but I drew her back. and turned the talk upon Roland. Was I cruel? He thought so. But You know how your uncle is adored; when I dismissed her, I replied to his you know what anecdotes of his bold, reproach, “Your sister is a part of warm-hearted youth once, and now Home. If you think yourself worthy of his kind and charitable age, would of either, go and claim both; I will spring up from the garrulous lips of not object.'—- She has my mother's gratitude! I made him see with his eyes,' said he, and walked away. I own eyes, hear with his own ears, left him to muse amidst the ruins, how all who knew Roland loved and while I went in to see your poor honoured him—except his son. Then mother, and relieve her fears about I took him round the ruins—(still not Roland, and make her understand suffering him to enter the house,) for why I could not yet return home. those ruins are the key to Roland's "This brief sight of his sister has character-seeing them, one sees the sunk deep into him. But I now appathos in his poor foible of family proach what seems to me the great pride. There, you distinguish it from difficulty of the whole. He is fully the insolent boasts of the prosperous, anxious to redeem his name—to reand feel that it is little more than the gain his home. So far so well. But pious reverence to the dead—the he cannot yet see ambition, except tender culture of the tomb. We sat with hard, worldly eyes. He still down on heaps of mouldering stone, fancies that all he has to do is to get and it was there that I explained to money and power, and some of those him what Roland was in youth, and empty prizes in the Great Lottery, what he had dreamed that a son which we often win more easily by would be to him. I showed him the our sins than our virtues. (Here graves of his ancestors, and explained follows a long passage from Seneca, to him why they were sacred'in Ro- omitted as superfluous.) He does land's eyes! I had gained a great not yet even understand me—or, if he way, when he longed to enter the does, he fancies me a mere bookworm home that should have been his; and indeed, when I imply that he might I could make him pause of his own be poor, and obscure, at the bottom of accord, and say, "No, I must first be fortune's wheel, and yet be one we worthy of it. Then you would have should be proud of!' He supposes smiled-sly satirist that you are-to that, to redeem his name, he has only have heard me impressing upon this got to lacker it. Don't think me acute, sharp-witted youth, all that we merely the fond father, when I add plain folk understand by the name of my hope that I shall use you to adHOME—its perfect trust and truth, its vantage here. I mean to talk to him simple holiness, its exquisite happi- to-morrow, as we return to London, ness-being to the world what con- of you, and of your ambition; you science is to the human mind. And shall hear the result. after that, I brought in his sister, “At this moment, (it is past midwhom till then he had scarcely named night,) I hear his step in the room —for whom he scarcely seemed to above me. The window-sash aloft care - brought her in to aid the opens-for the third time; would father, and endear the home. And to Heaven he could read the true you know,' said I, that if Roland astrology of the stars! There they were to die, it would be a brother's are-bright, luminous, benignant. duty to supply his place; to shield her And 1 seeking to chain this wander
ing comet into the harmonies of hea- ure of looking down on those at the ven! Better task than that of astro- foot, but the warmer yearning of a logers, and astronomers to boot! generous heart; your ambition was to Who among them can loosen the repair your father's losses-minister band of Orion ??—but who amongst to your father's very foible, in his idle us may not be permitted by God to desire of fame-supply to your uncle have sway over the action and orbit what he had lost in his natural heir-of the human soul?
link your success to useful objects, "Your ever affectionate father, your interests to those of your kind,
A. C." your reward to the proud and grateful
smiles of those you loved. That was Two days after the receipt of this thine ambition, O my tender Anachroletter, came the following; and though nism! And when, as I closed the I would fain suppress those referen- sketch, I said, 'Pardon me: you know ces to myself which must be ascribed not what delight a father feels, when, to a father's partiality, yet it is so while sending a son away from him needful to retain them in connexion into the world, he can speak and with Vivian, that I have no choice think thus of him! But this, you but to leave the tender flatteries to the see, is not your kind of ambition. indulgence of the kind.
Let us talk of making money, and
driving a coach-and-four through this “MY DEAR SON,—I was not too villanous world,'—your cousin sank sanguine as to the effect that your into a profound reverie, and when he simple story would produce upon your woke from it
, it was like the waking cousin. Without implying any con- of the earth after a night in springtrast to his own conduct, described the bare trees had put forth buds ! that scene in which you threw your “ And, some time after, he startled self upon our sympathy,in the struggle me by a prayer that I would permit between love and duty, and asked for him, with his father's consent, to our counsel and support; when Ro- accompany you to Australia. The land gave you his blunt advice to tell only answer I have given him as all to Trevanion; and when, amidst yet, has been in the form of a quessuch sorrow as the heart in youth tion: "Ask yourself if I ought? I seems scarcely large enough to hold, cannot wish Pisistratus to be other you caught at truth impulsively, and than he is; and unless you agree with the truth bore you safe from the ship- him in all his principles and objects, wreck. I recounted your silent and ought I to incur the risk that you manly struggles—your resolution not should give him your knowledge of to suffer the egotism of passion to the world, and inoculate him with unfit you for the aims and ends of your ambition ?' He was struck, and that spiritual probation which we call had the candour to attempt no reply. LIFE. I showed you as you were,
“Now, Pisistratus, the doubt I still thoughtful for us, interested in expressed to him is the doubt I feel. our interests-smiling on us, that we For, indeed, it is only by home-truths, might not guess that you wept in not refining arguments, that I can secret! Oh, my son-my son! do deal with this unscholastic Scythian, not think that, in those times, I did who, fresh from the Steppes, comes to not feel and pray for you! And while puzzle me in the Portico. he was melted by my own emotion, I “On the one hand, what is to beturned from your love to your ambi- come of him in the Old World ? At tion. I made him see that you, too, his age, and with his energies, it had known the restlessness which be- would be impossible to cage him with longs to young ardent natures; that us in the Cumberland ruins; weariyou, too, had your dreams of fortune, ness and discontent would undo all and aspirations for success. But I we could do. He has no resource in painted that ambition in its true books—and I fear never will have ! colours: it was not the desire of a sel- But to send him forth into one of the fish intellect, to be in yourself a some- overcrowded professions—to place body-a something--raised a step or him amidst all those disparities of two in the social ladder, for the pleas- social life,' on the rough stones of
which he is perpetually grinding his entertain the thought of laying on heart—turn him adrift amongst all your young shoulders so great a rethe temptations to which he is most sponsibility. But every new responprone-this is a trial which, I fear, sibility to an earnest nature is a new will be too sharp for a conversion so prop io virtue ;-and all I now ask incomplete. In the New World, no of you is—to remember that it is a doubt his energies would find a safer solemn and serious charge, not to be field; and even the adventurous and undertaken without the most delibedesultory habits of his childhood might rate gauge and measure of
the there be put to healthful account. strength with which it is to be borne. Those complaints of the disparities of "In two days we shall be in Lonthe civilised world, find, I suspect, an don.-Yours, my Anachronism, anxeasier if a bluffer reply from the poli- iously and fondly, tical economist than the Stoic philoso
A. C.” pher. You don't like them, you find it hard to submit to them,' says I was in my own room while I the political economist; but they read this letter, and I had just finished are the laws of a civilised state, and it when, as I looked up, I saw Roland you can't alter them. Wiser men standing opposite to me. "It is from than you have tried to alter them, Austin," said he; then he paused a and never succeeded, though they moment, and added in a tone that turned the earth topsy-turvy! Very seemed quite humble, “May I see it? well; but the world is wide-go into -and dare I ?" I placed the letter in a state that is not so civilised. The his hands, and retired a few paces, disparities of the Old World vanish that he might not think I watched his amidst the New! Emigration is the countenance while he read it. And I reply of Nature to the rebellious cry was only aware that he had come to against Art.' Thus would say the the end by a heavy, anxious, but not political economist : and, alas, even despondent sigh. Then I turned, in your case, my son, I found no reply and our eyes met, and there was to the reasonings ! I acknowledge, something in Roland's look, inquiring then, that Australia might open the —and as it were imploring. I interbest safety-valve to your cousin's preted it at once. discontent and desires; but I acknow "Oh, yes, uncle,” I said, smiling; ledge also a counter-truth, which is “I have reflected, and I have no fear this—' It is not permitted to an honest of the result. Before my father man to corrupt himself for the sake wrote, what he now suggests had beof others.' That is almost the only come my secret wish. As for our maxim of Jean Jacques to which I other companions, their simple nacan cheerfully subscribe! Do you tures would defy all such sophistries feel quite strong enough to resist as—but he is already half cured of all the influences which a compan- those. Let him come with me, and ionship of this kind may subject you when he returns he shall be worthy to-strong enough to bear his bur- of a place in your heart, beside his then as well as your own-strong sister Blanche. I feel, I promise itenough, also--ay, and alert and vigi- do not fear for me! Such a charge lant enough-to prevent those influ- will be a talisman to myself. I will ences harming the others, whom you shun every error that I might otherhave undertaken to guide, and whose wise commit, so that he may have no lots are confided to you ? Pause well, example to entice him to err.: and consider maturely, for this must I know that in youth, and the supernot depend upon a generous impulse. stition of first love, we are credulously I think that your cousin would now inclined to believe that love, and the pass under your charge, with a sin- possession of the beloved, are the cere desire for reform ; but between only happiness. But when my uncle sincere desire and steadfast perform- folded me in his arms, and called me ance there is a long and dreary inter- the hope of his age, and stay of his val--even to the best of us. Were it house the music of
father's not for Roland, and had I one grain praise still ringing on my heart—I do less confidence in you, I could not affirm that I knew a greater and a
prouder bliss than if Trevanion had more susceptible to nature-in which placed Fanny's hand in mine, and the physical enjoyments are pure and said, “ She is yours."
healthful-in which the moral facul. And now the die was cast-the ties expand harmoniously with the decision made. It was with no regret intellectual—and the heart is at peace that I wrote to Trevanion to decline with the mind : is this a mean lot for his offers. Nor was the sacrifice so ambition to desire-and is it so far great-even putting aside the natural out of human reach?
“ Know thypride which had before inclined to it self,” said the old philosophy. -as it may seem to some ; for, rest- prove thyself," saith the new. The less though I was, I had laboured to great object of the Sojourner in Time constrain myself to other views of is not to waste all his passions and life than those which close the vistas gifts on the things external that he of ambition with images of the terres- must leave behind-that which he trial deities-Power and Rank. Had cultivates within is all that he can I not been behind the scenes, noted carry into the Eternal Progress. We all of joy and of peace that the pur- are here but as schoolboys, whose life suit of power had cost Trevanion, and begins where school ends; and the seen how little of happiness rank battles we fought with our rivals, and gave even to one of the polished the toys that we shared with our habits and graceful attributes of Lord playmates, and the names that we Castleton? Yet each nature seemed carved, high or low, on the wall, fitted so well—the first for power, the above our desks--will they so much last for rank! It is marvellous with bestead us hereafter ? As new facts what liberality Providence atones for crowd upon us, can they more than the partial dispensations of Fortune. pass through the memory with a smile Independence, or the vigorous pursuit or a sigh? Look back to thy school of it; affection, with its hopes and its days, and answer. rewards; a life only rendered by art
Two weeks, since the date of the such an hour, how vainly have I preceding chapter, have passed; we sought to make him breathe, and have slept our last, for long years to live, and move before you ! come, on the English soil. It is night; and Vivian has been admitted to an interview with his father. They We are on board; our luggage all have been together alone an hour and went first. I had had time, with the more, and I and my father will not help of a carpenter, to knock up disturb them. But the clock strikes cabins for Vivian, Guy Bolding, and -the hour is late- the ship sails myself in the hold. For, thinking we to-night-we should be on board. could not too soon lay aside the preAnd as we two stand below, the door tensions of Europe— de-fine-gentleopens in the room above, and a heavy manise” ourselves, as Trevanion restep descends the stairs; the father commended--we had engaged steerage is leaning on the son's arm. You passage, to the great humouring of should see how timidly the son guides our finances. We had, too, the the halting step. And now, as the luxury to be by ourselves; and our light gleams on their faces, there are own Cumberland folks were round tears on Vivian's cheek; but the face us, as our friends and servants both. of Roland seems calm and happy. We are on board, and have looked Happy! when about to be separated, our last on those we are to leave, and perhaps for ever, from his son? Yes, we stand on deck leaning on each happy! because he has found a son other. We are on board, and the for the first time; and is not thinking lights, near and far, shine from the of years and absence, and the chance vast city; and the stars are on high, of death-but thankful for the Divine bright and clear, as for the first marimercy, and cherishing celestial hope. ners of old. Strange noises, rough If ye wonder why Roland is happy in voices, and crackling cords, and here
and there the sobs of women, ming- from the sea ? The stars grow faintling with the oaths of men. Now the moon has sunk. And now, how the swing and heave of the vessel- desolate look the waters in the comthe dreary sense of exile that comes fortless gray of dawn! Then we when the ship fairly moves over the shivered and looked at each other, waters. And still we stood, and and muttered something that was not looked, and listened; silent, and lean- the thought deepest at our hearts, ing on each other.
and crept into our berths—feeling Night deepened, the city vanished — sure it was not for sleep. And sleep not a gleam from its myriad lights! came on us soft and kind. The ocean The river widened and widened. How lulled the exiles as on a mother's cold comes the wind !—is that a gale breast.
JONATHAN IN AFRICA.
A NEW school of novelists is evi- santly enough. The author was afloat; dently springing up on the western and although we found little that shores of the Atlantic. The pioneers would bear comparison with the fine are already in the field—and the main vein of nautical fun and characteristic body, we suppose, will shortly follow. delineation which we had enjoyed on The style of these innovators seems a board the Little Jule, and afterwards compound imitation of Gulliver, Mun- at Tahiti, yet there was interest chausen, The Arabian Nights, and Ro- strong interest at times; and a scene bison Crusoe ; the ingredients being on board a deserted vessel was parmixed in capricious proportions, well ticularly exciting, ---replete with pow. stirred, seasoned with Yankee bulls er of a peculiar and uncommon kind. and scraps of sea-slang, and served But this proved a mere flash in the hot-sometimes plain, at others with pan--the ascent of the rocket which a hors d'auvre of puffs. We know not was soon to fall as a stick. An outhow such queer ragouts affect the landish young female, one Miss public palate; but we are inclined to Yillah, makes her first appearance : prefer dishes of an older fashion. Mr. Taji, the hero and narrator of the Herman Melville, of New York and yarn, reaches a cluster of fabulous the Pacific Ocean, common sailor, first islands, where the jealous queen Hauintroduced the new-fangled kickshaw. tia opens a floral correspondence with This young gentleman has most com- him : where the plumed and turbaned pletely disappointed us. Two or three Yoomy sings indifferent doggerel; and years ago, he published two small Philosopher Babbalanja unceasingly volumes of sea-laring adventure and doth prose : and the Begum of Pimisland-rambles, of which we thought minee holds drawing-rooms, which more highly than of any first appear- are attended by the Fanfums, and the ance of the kind we for a long time Diddledees, and the Fiddlefies, and a had witnessed. In the pages of Maga, host of other insular magnates, with where praise is never lighily or lavish- names equally elegant, euphonious, ly bestowed we said as much; and were and significant. Why, what trash is glad to hope that Typee, and Omoo all this !--mingled, too, with attempts were but an earnest of even better at a Rabelaisian vein, and with strainthings. And, therefore, sadly were we ings at smartness-the style of the disgusted on perusal of a rubbishing whole being affected, pedantic
, and rhapsody, entitled Mardi, and a Voy- wearisome exceedingly. We are reage Thither. We sat down to it with minded, by certain parts of Mardi, of glee and self-gratulation, and through Foote's nonsense about the nameless about half a volume we got on plea- lady who went into the garden to
Kaloolah, or Journeyings to the Djébel Kumri: an Autobiography of Jonathan Romer, Edited by W. S. Maro, M. D. London: 1849.