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LONDON: SMACKELL AXD BAYLIS, JOHNSON'S-COUET, TLEET-STREET. THE BOOK BOUDOIR. LADY MORGAN. " Je n'enseigne pas ; je raconte. MONTAIGXE. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON : HENRY COLBURN, NEW BURLINGTON STREET 1829. V. 3f> TO THE READER. The first page of the following work tells '• its being's aim and object." It is not worth the gravity of a preface ; and will probably escape the distinc- tion of a criticism. It is of a species scarcely ad- mitted into the dignity of British literature ; and belongs to that light class of writing in which the French alone excel. Its character is essentially egotistical, and its style inevitably careless. Time and labour might perhaps have cleared it of both these faults, and have rendered it a better work : but it would not then have been the work it was VI TO THE READEB. intended to be — if, indeed, it was intended to be any thing. The MS. volumes, from which its pages were extracted, have composed themselves ; and I have copied not always what was best, but what was safest and most inoffensive. Living, as I occasion- ally have lived, among whatever is most noted, emi- nent, and distinguished, with reminiscences of all, I have yet confined myself to the mention of those to whom we are already posterity, or to those who have been so much and so long before the world, as to have become the property of the public. In all, I have found much good ; and of all, I have said much : for, whatever party calumny may have put forth to the contrary, any severity which may have appeared in my writings has been directed against principles rather than persons. I have written, *' from my youth, up," under the influ- ence of one great and all pervading cause, Ireland and its wrongs. Truth to tell, it was not a \ery TO THE READER. VU gracious inspiration ; and it frequently opposed opinions, inevitably tinctured with bitterness, to a temperament, which those who know me in pri- vate life, will vouch for being as cheery and as genial, as ever went to that strange medley of pathos and humour, — the Irish character. But the day is now fast approaching, when all that is Irish will fall into its natural position ; when fair play will be given to national tenden- cies, and when the sarcastic author of the O^'Don- nels and the O'Briens, having nothing to find fault with, ^nll be reduced to write, '• a I'eaic rose,"" books for boudoirs, or albums for ladies' dress- ing-rooms. Among the multitudinous effects of catholic emancipation, I do not hesitate to pre- dict a change in the character of Irish author- ship. I cannot, however, give this little work to the public without a word as to its title ; because I never will, knowingly, contribute to a delusion, VIU TO THE READER. however innocent. All who have the supreme felicity of haunting great houses, are aware, that those odd books, which are thrown on round tables, or in the recesses of windows, to amuse the lounger of the moment, and are not in the catalogue of the library, are frequently stamped, in gold letters, with the name of the room to which they are destined: as thus; — " Elegant Extracts, Drawing-room;" '^ Spirit of the Journals, Saloon/' &c. &c. As my Book of the Boudoir kept its place in the little room which bore that title, and was never admitted into my bureau of official authorship, it took the name of its locale, which, by the advice of Mr. Colburn, it retains.* I must, however, here declare, for the • Having mentioned how this trifling Work came to he written, a word may be said on how it came to be published. While the fourth volume of the " O'Briens" was going through the press, Jlr. Colburn was suflSciently pleased with the subscription (as it is called in the trade) to the first edition, to desire a new work from the author. I was just setting off for Ireland, the horses literally TO THE READER, IX sake of truth, and the benefit of country ladies, that the word Boudoir is no longer in vogue in any possible way; that it is a term altogether banished from the nomenclature of fashion ; and that I could scarcely have given my work a title less likely to advance its interests with the en- lightened of the hon ton. This is an important fact, which I have only recently discovered. It is a subject upon which much, no doubt, may be said ; but as I am going to France, I will reserve all I have to say till my return, in the conviction that les lumieres du siecle, on a point so important, will putting to — when Mr. Colburn arrived with his flattering proposi- tion. I could not enter into any future engagement ; and 3f r. C, taking up a scrubby MS. volume, which the servant was about to thrust into the pocket of the carriage, asked " What was that ?" I said it was "one of many volumes of odds and ends, de omnibus rebus;" and I read him the last entry I had made the night before, on my retiurn from the Opera. " This is the very thing," said the European publisher ; and if the public is of the same opinion, I shall have nothing to regret in tlms coming, though somewhat in deshabille, before its tribunal. X TO THE READER. there be afforded me, and every circumstance con- nected with the " rise, decline, and fall of the Boudoir"" will be communicated without reserve or restriction. Till then, and in the glorious hope of returning to my poor, native country, an eman- cipated Protestant, I take my leave of that gracious public, of whom, whethei- at home or abroad, I have never had reason to complain, and Avliose grateful servant I have the honour to subscribe myself Sydney Morgan. April ^th, 1829, Kildare Street, Dublin. CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME. Page My Book 1 Egoism and Egotism 7 Love in Idleness 21 Raconteurs 25 Eternity -"il Home Tooke 53 Richard Kirwan, Esq 54 Tres-Distingu6 8;> Aux Petits Soins 91 Rapidity S2 !My First Rout in London 98 Lord Erskine 117 Lord Castlereagh 127 Meddlers 133 Philosophy of Grammar 134 My Visiting Book 138 Foreign Visitors 148 Irish Union 156 Human Machinery il>. Suicide • • 157 External Existence .■ 158 Eclectics 150 Attitudes of Grief. 160 Religious Diabolism 168 Fetes, Parties, and Soirees . . . . ^ 1 70 XU CONTE^^TS. Page Doctrine of Causation 191 The Countess D' Albany 193 Irish Reliquaries 1 97 The Cadenas 201 Tofino 202 ReUgions -. 206 Tower of Babel 20? Mathematical Ladies 208 Cardinal Gonsalvi 212 French Poetry 223 Idleness of Genius ... : 226 Frankness 232 Manoeuvrers 236 Wonderful Children, and Good Mothers 23? Toys and Trinkets , 248 Fauteiul — Bergere — Arm-chair — Episcopal Seat 257 The Spirit of the Age 267 The Key of the Book Case 281 Apothecaries 288 Maxims — Portraits 291 Human Animality 298 My Reviewers 302 Exclamations * 316 Irish Judges 318 At the Head of liis Profession = 319 The Charitable Bazaars of Dublin 320 THE BOOK THE BOUDOIR. MY BOOK. Last night, as we circled round the fire in the little red room in Kildare Street, by courtesy called a boudoir, talking about everything, any- thing, and nothing at all, I happened to give out some odds and ends, that amused those who, truth to tell, are not among the least amusable ; when somebody said, " Why do you not write down all this ?"" and here is a blank book placed before me for the express purpose. But 1 suspect there is no talking upon paper, as one talks " les pieds couches sur les chenets.'''' I feel, at least at this mo- VOL. I. B iJ MY BOOK, raent, that there is all the difference in the world between sitting bolt upright, before a marble-co- vered, blue- lined, lank, ledger-looking, Thread- needle-street sort of a volume, for the purpose of opening a running account with one's own current ideas, and the sinking into the downy depths of an easy chair, and " then and there, without let and molestation" (as the old Irish passport has it), giving a careless and unheeded existence to the infinite deal of nothings which lie latent in the memories of all such, as have seen and heard much, and have been " over the hills and far away." " Thoughts that breathe"" will not always Avrite ; " words that burn*" are apt to cool down as they are traced ; visions that " come like sha- dows," will also " so depart ;" and the brightest exhalations of the mind, which are drawn forth ])V the sunny influence of social confidence, like other exhalations, will dissipate by their own lightness, and (beyond the reach of fixture or condensation) " make themselves air, into which they vanish." I never, in my life, kept a common-place-book for preserving such ''^ Cynthias of the minute.'" I MY BOOK. 6 have even an antipathy to all albums and vade- mecums, and such charitable repositories for fu- gitive thoughts, and thoughtless effusions — reve- ries which were never 7-evcs — and impromptus laboured at leisure. I hardly think I can bring myself to open a regular saving bank for the odd cash of mind, the surplus of round sums placed at legal interest in the great public fund of professed authorship : " ow r envoy e tout cela a lapedantisme."" Still, however, in the days of pure pedantry, the days of the Scaligers, Pasquiers, Balzacs, and Thuanuses, genius and simplicity, and high philosophy too, found frequent shelter in such daily ledgers of spontaneous thought, and feeling. " Each day of my life is a page in my book," says the learned Menage, who scribbled his agreeable Ana, while Mesdames Sevigne and Deshoulieres sat disputing in his chimney corner, on the merits of coffee, and of Racine, or the fashion of an hurluhrelu. It was such a book, lying temptingly open on the old oak table in the gothic library of the chateau Montaigne, that led the charming " Alicliel, gentilliomme Perigordin" to note down, (in the pauses of more studied com- B 2 4 MY BOOK. position) those natural and amusing things, which, as he himself quaintly expresses it, come, " a saute et a gambade"* But then I am not Menage nor Montaigne. The danger of a book like this, lies in the lure it holds out to egotism. There it is, always ready to receive the perilous confidences of self-love and self-complacency, like an old lady''s humble com- panion, or the confessor of a voluble devotee. " The reason," says the always quotable Madame de Sevigne, " why devotees love their confessors, is the pleasure they have in talking of themselves, even when they have nothing good to tell: '■on aime tant a purler de soi.'' ''''•f Oh, the terrible truth I There is something too not less dangerous in the way-laying of such a book for every passing impression. What little sensations, which the world should never know, may there find perma- nency ! What opinions may there be recorded, which to broach, were proscription ! What honest indignation may there find vent against the false- ness of the professed friend, or the vileness of the successful enemy, — feehngs whicli it is vain to ex- * " With a skip and a jump." ■f " We love so much to talk of ourselves." ^[Y BOOK. 5 press, and undignified to expose. What mere ebullitions of temperament may there assume the shape of habitual sentiment — though even in the writing, they dissipate with the breaking forth of -a sun-beam, or lose their acrimony with the shift- ing of a north-east wind. Had I not then better cast away this volume, " white and unwritten still,'"' ere it bear evidence against me ; and leave to ' ' some hand more cahii and sage — the leaves to fill," who haply may make it the nucleus of one of those annuals, never destined to be perennial, or the repertory for some souvenir, soon to be forgotten ? Such a book may have its value. It may preserve a sort of proof impression of one's self, taken at various sittings, and in various aspects ; and thus give one portrait more to the gallery of human originals, to illustrate the great mystery of identity, — that volatile subject, which changes as we analyse it. For even the hand which traced the first line of this farrago, is not the same agent of the same volition, with that which will write the last ; though the being, in which it resides, is still technically the same. To leave sucli an auto- transcript behind one, may assist the moral 6 MY BOOK, anatomist in his demonstrations, as the bequeathing what is called " our mortal remains" to the dissect- ing-knife promotes the science of the physiologist. In either case, there is much to pity, and much to wonder at ; but what is most marvellous and admirable in both, is the inscrutable mystery by which the complicated machinery is set in motion, independently of the subject in which it works; constructed, perfected, moving, stopping! — the power unknown, the end unguessed ! At this point, neither books nor bodies can be further of use. The anatomist drops his knife, the moralist his pen. At this point too I must drop mine : not that I am " weary of conjecture," for I like the animating and enterprising excursion, even when it proves nothing; but, — I must dress for a ball ! Oh ! what a refuge is folly against philosophy ; what a shield is pleasure against persecution ! How many have been burned at the stake, who never would have paid that terrible penalty had they learned to waltz ! How many have been broken on the wheel, who would have escaped its tortures, had they been cut short in their unpardonable search after truth, by the necessity of dressing for a ball ! EGOISM AND EGOTISM. Egoism and egotism — what a diiference ! The one a vice, the other a weakness of temperament. The one inspires aversion, for it is always unsocial ; the other awakens ridicule, for it is frequently ab- surd. Egoism is in a great degree referable to modern manners, and it is among the drawbacks on civilization. Egotism is of all ages, and more an affair of structure than of convention. The egotist must be a very vain man, but he may be a gifted, and generally is an amiable one. If he had many serious defects to hide, he would not so frankly give himself up to public inspection. The pains he takes to canvass for public suffrage is a proof that he values opinion ; but the worst of it is, that the egotist entrenches on the self-importance of others — that irremissible sin in society, where every 8 EGOISM AT^D EGOTISM. man is his own hero, whatever he may be to his valet de chambre. Egotism, when accompanied by endowments, is infinite in its resources. When it cannot relate, it exhibits ; but it must always be before the scene, and occupy the audience. It is sel- dom found among the heaven-born members of high society ; because egoism and not egotism is the inlierent, almost organic vice of that class. The egoist is one who, uncalled upon by his neces- sities for exertions, and led by breeding to resolve all things into self — who, without effort to make, or suffrage to court, feels not the value of public opinion, or, feeling it, believes himself above it. Divested of warm affections, and independent of all sympathy, he is ever on the side of taste ; be- cause no predominant impulse leads him to its violation. He breaks no form of conventional pro- priety, nor shocks a prejudice of time-honoured ignorance. Devoted to self-gratification, he never seeks it by any greater risk, than comports with his habitual case, and place in society. His gal- lantry, even when profligate, is passionless, and calculating ; it is an air, not an enjoyment — an EGOISM AND EGOTISM. 9 item in his ostentatious externals — an addition to the sum of his superfluous luxuries. The school of egoists is of recent date. As an affair of temperament, the vice must in all ages have shev/n itself individually, where it dared ; but as a ton, as a fashion, the founder of the sect was the Due de Richelieu. Among the English aristocracy and their humble followers may be found his chief dis- ciples. In France, the revolution " scotched the snake," if it did not " kill it." For glory and distinction, the motives of action in the latter gene- ration in France, are too demonstrative, for the self-recoiling morgue of concentrated egoism. Na- poleon's gallant marechals were all heroes, and may have been egotists ; but egoism belonged not pro- perly to their new blood nor to their arduous habits.* Although the physiological causes of egoism must exist in all ranks and classes, (for selfishness is pretty generally distributed in all,) yet the egoist par excellence must be especially sought amongst the idlers of fashion, who, if not occupied with them- selves, have nothing else to be busied about. Egotists * "WTioever has read the History of the Campaign in Russia, by General Count Segur, must feel the force of this observation. b3 10 EGOISM A>JD EGOTISM. exist more among men of stirring lives, who have been foixed before the world. Heroes make ex- cellent egotists ; they bring their excuse along with them, and render their vanity respectable, by the events on which it is founded. It was the egotism of the Moorish '' great captain'' which won Desdemona, in spite of his dingy hue; and I remember being once a little grazed myself by an oifilade de hatteric of egotistical heroism, directed against my love of the marvellous, by one of the great captains of the present age. Dio huono I how I used to open my eyes and " incline my ear," while he, like a chevalier of old, or like "^Eneas after supper," related tlie tale of his own prowess ! With what delight, evening after evening, I hung upon his well-recited " feats of broils and battles, — " apart from the egoistical circles, in which the chances of notoriety had associated us, and which, (composed of '• half the curled darlings of the na- tion,") was as worn out on the subject of my hero and his victories, as on every other ; so that I was generally left '' sole auditress," while he " From year to year, The battles, sieges, fortunes he had passed, Ran through." EGOISM AND EUOTISM. 11 I remember, one evening, while thus occupied, observing a group of exquisites of both sexes look- ing slily at us, and laughing soits cape. Though then in my noviciate of fashion, I knew enough of the great world, to be aware that a ridicule v/as worse than a crime ; and like all parvenus, fearful of incurring the ban of the empire into which I had been admitted, I planted my hero just as he was planting his victorious standard " on the mosleni walls." Flying to that great legislator of to)i, whose word was then the charter of others, as well as mine, in such affairs, I asked '' What is the matter ? What have I done, Lord A ?"" " Nothing, child ; only you are a spoony, that's all." " A spoony ! what is a spoony .^" " Something that is easily taken in ; — at the gam- bling table, by ablack leg — in society, by a bore ?"" " But who is a bore ?" '• Oh, by Jove ! if you have not found out thai, you must be left to your fate." " But why is a bore ?"" *' Because all egotists are bores. It is really very amusing to see you, like a little gobe-mouche, 12 EGOISM AXU EGOTISM, swallowing with avidity, what has surfeited us all long ago. What a God-send you must be to him ! There is nothing like a fresh importation from Ireland." I bridled up like a charmer in B,ichardson''s novels, and replied pertly, " I prefer an egotist with genius, to an egotist without it, at all times." " That's your affair, dear ; but now, at least, you are a purchaser Avith notice." " I have not, however, had notice to quit — so I will return to my egotist, and leave you to your egoists ; — who has the better bargain ?"" " We shall see," said Lord A , drily. He was right. I was obliged to give in, during a fierce combat and a long siege ; and so I striich long before the enemy hauled down a single colour. The egotism of Lord Nelson went far beyond that of any of his '• great competitors." Not that he talked much of his feats, (for " little would he have graced his tale in speaking of himself;)"' but he listened with the frankest approbation to the verse or song that celebrated his exploits ; assisting athis own apotheosis with as much devotion, as any of the votarists who brought incense to his altar. EGOISM AND EGOTISM. 13 There was nothing so characteristic, or amusing, as the scenes in which he and Lady Hamilton ex- hibited together, adoring and adored ; during that short epoch of their fashion, which policy or caprice granted them, in spite of the frailty and the vul- garity of the one, and the very obvious intellectual mediocrity of the other. The stage was generally some saloon of supreme bon-ton ; the audience, the members of the exclusive circles ; and the prima donna, Lady Hamilton, whose ample person seemed to dilate before the piano-forte, while her fine full eyes were turned languidly on the hero of her theme and inspiration, and she sang, at the top of her Poll of Plymouth voice, the adulating ode, or the deifying cavatina. Meantime, the con- quering hero " leaned over her, enamoured," bearing chorus, beating time, and echoing every paean, raised to his own glory by London lyrists and Neapolitan laureates. It was said of Napoleon, " c'est la moitie (Tun grand homme.'"* This is more than can be said of every hero : for some there are, not more than a third part. * " That he was but the half of a great man." 14< EGOISM AND EGOTISM. There are anecdotes extant of that • royaF hero, " Roi^ le plus roi, qui one fut Jamais," Louis XIV. which afford a precedent, if not an excuse for the equally ridiculous vanity and egotism of the im- mortal Lord Nelson. " Le soir on chanta chez Madame de Mahitenon" says Dangeau, " w?ig oc/e de VAhhe Genest ' a la louange du Roi,' la musique est de La Lande ; et le Roi la trouva si honne que, quand elle pitjftnie , ilia Jit recommencer .'''' Lord Erskine was so noted for talking of himself, that he obtained the sohriquet of Counsellor Ego. He could scarcely have chosen a more interesting subject. Actors and actresses are apt to be ego- tists. They live so much before the public, that they suppose the world to be always engaged with them ; and yet live so little in the world, that their sphere of observation is limited to themselves and their profession, and to their successes and their wrongs, before and behind the scenes, et voild tout. The highest order of egotism, and by far * " At night they sung an ode in praise of the king at JMadame de Maintjnon's. It was by the Abbe Genest, the music by La Lande; and the king found it so excellent, that when it was finished lie caused it to be repeated." EGOISM AND EGOTISM. iO the most delightful and beneficial to society, is auto- biography. Where tlie life, indeed, of the writer is the mere every day personal adventures of pre- tending mediocrity, it is an impertinent imposition, and meets its just reward in contempt and oblivion. But the egotism of genius, when mingled with great public events, illustrative of peculiar stages in society, is a debt due to posterity, which should be paid : it will not fail to be received with grati- tude and delight. Thus have been received the memoirs of all the great men who have written ; and of all the agreeable women who have left behind them those charming pictures of society, as well as of themselves, which women only know how to sketch. They are among the great bene- factors of humanity ; and the gracious sensations they excite render their works a better course of morals than any prescribed by collegiate disci- pline, or found in the crude pages of didactic essays. As long as we are occupied and amused, we are seldom vicious ; and (to reverse a trite quo- tation,) " angels are better than men, because they are happier ;'' — so, down with the Doctors of the Sorbonne ; and "one cheer more" for the Doctors 16 EGOISM AND EGOTISM. De Motteville, La Fayette, De Nemours, De Stael, De Montpensier. I grieve to be unable to aclJ some fair British writers to this hst of sparkhng memoirists : but the female authorship of these realms is too serious, perhaps too passionate, for the task. English women can write upon nothing but love and reli- gion ; and therefore they write little besides novels — serious or frivolous, sacred or profane. Wit and philosophy are very sparingly conferred upon them. The few female auto-biographists who have graced the Hterature of England, were confined to the stirring times of the commonwealth, when the pressure of circumstances^ by acting upon the strongest and finest feelings of woman, developed her intellect, and forced her upon active and even perilous existence. The two most brilliant instan- ces of this charming ^f»;T of egotism are to be found in the memoirs of the fantastic Duchess of New- castle, and in those of the heroic Mrs. Hutchinson ; — ^both admirable illustrations of their respective classes, at the epoch in which they flourished ; the one, of the pure, unmixed aristocracy of England ; the other of its gentry, or highest grade of middle life. EGOISM AND EGOTISM. 17 In the long list of biographical egotism, I know but of two persons who have got out of the scrape handsomely ; Caesar, the tactician in taste as in war, with his third person, and Bonaparte, who talks of his splendid views, and wondrous combinations, in a manner that makes the individu- ality of the man disappear before his powerful and personified intellect. I allude to the sketches and scraps dictated by him to Las Casas, &c. at St. Helena. His life was a perfect epic — one great dramatic action. What a subject he would have been for Shakspeare ! There is nothing of scenic effect in Richard the Third, or Juhus Caesar, finer than the picturesque situations so carelessly traced by the military pen of Rovigo. For instance — Bonaparte crossing the Red Sea at the head of his legions, precisely where Moses led his Israelites ; the peril in which his dauntless daring placed his devoted followers ; and his saving them by one of those rapid decisions of mind which characterize the ingenuity, as well as the firmness of genius. In all great exigencies, the man, as well as '• the woman, who deliberates, is lost !" Another scene, still more picturesque, occurred 18 EGOISM AND EGOTIS'M. the night before the battle of Austerlitz, — the moon shining at its full upon the field, strewn with legions of the brave, who all, save the watch guards, slept, — how many soon to sleep for ever ! — the emperor, in the midst of his army, stretched upon straw, under a rude shed, raised over his head by the tenderness of his soldiers, and sleeping so pro- foundly that his aid-de-camp was compelled to shake him roughly, when it was necessary that he should be roused to learn some movement of the enemy — -his instantly vaulting on his saddled liorse — his gallop to the outpost, and perilous sur- vey of the Russian manoeuvre — his return to liis bivouac— his being recognised by the drowsy troops, whose rest his horse's tramp had broken, — their cry of vive Tempereur ! — the lighting of straw torches, a spontaneous honour to their chief, till the whole field blazed — his return to his couch, and to that deep sleep from which he was to awaken to the crowning victory of his great career, that laid the throne of the western Caesars at his feet, and placed the destiny of the emperors of the East in his hands ! One picture more, and I have done. The time, EGOISM AND EGOTISM. 19 the evening before the battle of Jena, when Napo- leon found the artillery, which was to open the action, blocked up in a rocky ravine, from which it could neither advance nor retreat. His concen- trated rage, his terrible silence, unbroken by one reproach of the unskilful commandant — his instant decision, activity, andremedy of the evil. Resuming his first vocation of a working engineer, he hastily gathers the cannoniers round him, distributing to one a torch, to another a pickaxe. Then placing himself at their head, he clears the brambles, cleaves the rocks, and opens a passage for the guns ; and when the first cariiage has passed, returns again to those obedient slumbers, which, like all else, then awaited on his powerful will. *' J\d toujour s clevani les yeux^'' says Rovigo, ^' ce qui se paroit sur les figures de ces canonniers, en voyant V Empereur eclairer lui-meme, unjhlot a la main, les coups redoubles dont ilfrappmt les rochers.'''"^ That the life of such a man should be written * " I have always before my eyes the expression on the counte- nances of the men, as they looked on the Emperor with a torch in his hand, himself casting a light on the reiterated blov/s with which he opened the rocks," 20 EGOISM AND EGOTISM. from the refuse of the entresols of the Tuileries, and the gossip of London drawhig-rooms ! None but a soldier should write the life of a soldier, if he has not the egotism to write it himself. I am sure the Duke of Welhngton is of my opinion ; and I hope he will furnish documents to some of his own gallant aids-de-camp and companions, to write his military memoirs, beyond the reach of national prejudices and sordid self-interest, to falsify and to disfigure his deeds and intentions. Let him not trust to the promises of living adulation. Be the fate of his imperial competitor his beacon and guide. As to his legislative memoirs, they are written in two words : — Catholic Emancipation ! 21 LOVE IN IDLENESS. " This Signer Junio's giant dwarf, Dan Cupid, lord of folded arms." How few love-novels are written now ! The market is closed, and the commodity out of date. A Scotch gentleman visited us some time back, and amused himself, while the conversation was occupied by a group of morning callers, in exa- mining the books in my husband's study. He had pitched on a shelf of natural history, and his attention dwelt on Lacepede's voluminous work on fishes. As he ran over the volumes successively, his voice rising in a climax of tone, with his in- creasing surprise, he exclaimed — " Fesh, fesh, fesh, hey ! Sirs, what sax bukes all on fesh ! ! !" How many hundred thousand of hukes have been 22 LOVE IN IDLENESS. written '' all upon love ^ from the loves of Petrarch, in a thousand and one sonnets, to Mr. Moore's " Loves of the Angels," in one elegant volume ! In what various ways too, the subject has been treated, from " Cassandra," and " Le Grand Cyrus," in folio, to the Nouvelle Heloise, in four goodly thick volumes ! and so on to Werter, in a primmer size, Avhich, bound in black velvet, was hung by a gold chain round the neck of its fair readers, before the age of sentiment had passed away ! Sooner than write on love, a modern novel- list has recourse to the Newgate Calendar, and the police reports of the Morning Herald. The fact is, that there is less love in the world than there was ; and the stock is daily diminishing. The reason is clear — there is less idleness, and conse- quently less of the concentration which goes to make passion. That terrible schoolmaster too, who has, some how or other got abroad, whips out poor little Love, wherever he finds him, — " a domineerinsr pedant o'er the boy ;" and the utilitarians will not hear of the brat, with his anti-Malthusian doctrines, but hunt him from the boudoir to the treadmill, to suffer and repent, with other young offenders. LOVE IN IDLENESS. 23 C 111 tivation, business, and education, are "the very beadles to an humorous sigh." The idlest nations are ever the most gallant ; and Doctors' Commons would have little to do, if the descewvj'is of fashion were reduced to assume the moral and physical activity of the tiers-etat. The semi-civilized great are idle and intemperate : idle, by their institutions, which, being those of despotism, exclude the mass from a participation in national concerns; and intemperate, because wealthy idleness gives the desire and the means of excess. What scenes of wassailing and riot passed among the courtiers of Henry the Vlllth and Francis the 1st ; and amongst those of Charles the lid, and the early part of the reign of Louis the XlVth. In the highest state of savagery, men are governed by appetite ; in the highest degree of civilization they are guided by convenance. The Esquimaux, always in the field, and the English- man always before the public, and occupied with commerce, politics, science, and the arts, have neither of them leisure to love, after the fashion of the Petrarchs and the Rousseaus. Even now, however, we mav have what the 24 LOVE IN IDLENESS. French of our days call " tin sentiment^' which is a very pretty amusing thing, leaving no scar be- hind — heart, conscience, and character, all intact, " pourvu qn'on est sage/' (as a Frenchwoman said to me the other day) : an item in the code of con- duct, by the by, never looked for in the days of old French gallantry. RACONTEURS. 25 RACONTEURS.* I AJi not aware of any word in the English lan- guage that precisely answers to the French " ra- conteur ;"" and, therefore, 1 suspect that the gift which it indicates is not in the catalogue of English accomplishments. The English declaim better than they converse, and argue better than they declaim. Free institu- tions have favoured their successful cultivation of oi'atory ; habits of public business have made them good logicians: but I doubt that any moral or political combination would have made them good raconteurs. The talent is too much an affair of temperament ; which institutes and edu- cation may direct, but cannot change. It is this that constitutes national character, that renders the * Raconteur — a narrator. VOL. T. C 26" UACONTEURS. modern Frenchman in so many respects what Caesar found the Gaul; and preserves in the English yeoman of the nineteenth century, much of the moral physiognomy of the rude conquerors at Agincourt, and of the sturdy companions of Wat Tyler. One cannot well conceive a Greenlander being nursed into a Horace, or a negro into a Newton : one might as reasonably speculate on a potatoe being cultivated into a pine-apple, or a mulberry being grafted to the size and flavour of a melon. The English temperament is too bilious, reflec- tive, and abstracted, to lend itself to the art of light and pleasant narration ; its aff'ections are too deeply seated, its gaiety too fitful, its humour too cumbrous ; but with a Frenchman, it is a natural endowment ; and every epoch of the literary his- tory of France can furnish its contingent of good raconteurs. In the earlier ages, the gift was turned to a profession ; and its most eminent professors, under the denomination of Conteurs, went from province to province, and from chateau to chateau, sure of a brilliant reception, and a liberal recom- pense, in return for the story they ingeniously RACONTEURS. 27 invented, or the anecdote they pleasantly de- tailed. " Fableaus sont or moult en course, Mainte deniers en ont en bourse Cil qui les content." Fab. MSS. du Roi. In modern France this talent, which always ob- tained a vogue, occasionally made a fortune. Every salon was thrown open to the raconteur; and the reputation commenced at the petits soiipers and boudoirs of private individuals, received its seal from the admiration of the court and the favour of the monarch. The love of anecdote is a propen- sity, perhaps a weakness, inherent in royalty : and a Buonaparte and a Bourbon were alike indebted for some of their most agreeable moments to the most charming raconteur- that perhaps even France has produced. Both, with royal impatience, were wont to cut a proser short in his tedious tale ; and, the same habit of command dictating to either despot precisely the same phrase, both would exclaim, "^ Alions, Denon, contez-nous cela /" The talent which, by its animation, renders French society so agreeable, has found its way into 28 RACONTEURS. French literature. The '•^Jai oui dire" of Bran- tome is always the prelude to some quaint and curious detail ; and the delightful Montaigne owes his deathless reputation less to the learning of ■which he was so proud, than to the art, which he himself contemned as havardage. Of the exqui- site narrations of Madame de Sevigne it is almost superfluous to speak. Her details are all pictures ; and her commonest incidents derive an intense in- terest from her happy manner of narrating them. What a difference between the love adventures of Madame de Montpensier and the Due de Lauzun, as told in the ponderous autobiography of the dull and dogged princess, and as sketched in the pages of Madame de Sevigne ! The modern dramatist, who has produced the story of Pomenars on the French stage, has added nothing to the dramatic effect of her exquisite narration. Ninon de TEnclos possessed the happy talent de Men raconter, in such perfection, that when Moliere read to her the first draft of his TartufFe, and she related to him an adventure, of which she had been herself the Ehnire, he declared, that if his piece had not been already written, he would RACONTEURS. 29 not have undertaken it : so much was her Tartuffe superior to his own. f " Tant il se seroit cru incapable de rien mettre sur le theatre d'aussi parfait^ que le Tartuffe de Mademoiselle de VEnclosy) The immediate successor to these gifted women was Mademoiselle de Launay (Madame de Staal). Her narrative of her first interview with her patroness, the Duchesse de Ferte, is a brilliant illustration of the peculiarity of the art : and her well known, " Allons, Mademoiselle, parlez un pen religion; vous direz en suite autre chose;''''* has passed into a proverb. This fascinating talent is always notable for the naive simplicity of manner that accompanies it — for that spirited frankness, which affectation (the quality of the false and the feeble) cannot, in all its assumption, accomplish. The gift is rarely and somewhat capriciously dis- persed in society. It is sometimes possessed by persons, not otherwise distinguished ; and genius, even of the highest order, is often wholly divested of it. I may be wrong ; but I doubt if any circum- stance could have bestowed it on the late celebrated • " Come, Mademoiselle, talk to us a little about religion ; and afterwards speak on something else." 30 RACONTEURS. Madame de Stael. The whole character and bent of her mind seems to have led another way. Her temperament, and the structure of her intellect were too German, too alembicated : while the school of Thomas and of Madame de Necker, in which she was brought up, was too precieuse not to have stifled any pre-disposition she might have possessed, to the natural graces, indispensable to a graphic narrator. Mounted on the pedestal of her reputation, and twisting between her finger and thumb the laurel branch, which she always wielded (a tic or an emblem), Madame de Stael stood, like her own Corinne, in the centre of her circle, as if waiting at once for her audience and her inspira- tion : and when she was satisfied of the adequate proportion of both, she gave out her metaphysical and political oracles in measured phrases ; ex- hibiting an eloquence, which, whether she explained the doctrines of Kant, or opened the views of Necker, was more calculated to command admira- tion, than to excite delight. This was all very fine, — very intellectual ; but it v/as not the thing desired in a good raconteur. It is impos- sible to imagine such a Pythoness stepping down RACONTEURS. 31 from her tripod, huddling herself into her shawl and easy chair, putting her feet on the fender, and carelessly and gaily giving herself up to " raison- ner pantoufle ;" to arrest and charm the attention by that *' sweet and voluble discourse," which pauses not to choose a theme, nor studies the art, by which it unconsciously fascinates the hearer. It was the want, perhaps, of this happy sim- plicity, that lost Madame de Stael the suffrage of one, whose conquest was the sum of all her ambi- tion. Willing to be won, Buonaparte refused to be lectured : and flying from the eloquent dictations of the daughter, as he had cut short the tedious dissertations of the father, he denominated the one Si pliraseuse,* and pronounced the other ^' aii-dessoiis de sa celebrite.'''-f It was, I believe, much about the time when he thus fled from the disserting financier, whose lengthiness, like his politics, were ill adapted to the rapid " ^n avanf of modern military and legis- lative manoeuvres, that Buonaparte gave a willing audience to a pleasant raconteur^ whom chance • " A maker of phrases." •f." Beneath his reputation." This occurred in his interview with M. Necker, at Geneva. 32 EACONTEUllS. threw in his way, in the person of an humble minister of the Genevese church. Napoleon, with his unerring tact, soon detected the talent which was latent beneath the unpretending simplicity of his chance companion. The conversation turned upon Kant and his philosophy. " Can you under- stand it?" asked the Emperor, in his brusque way. *' Not a word, Sire," replied the Cure. *' Nor I neither," rejoined Napoleon ; " but Madame de Stael understands it all ; (Ni moi non plus ; cependant Madame de Stael entend tout celaj ;" and he laughed, and shewed his handsome teeth, delighted to find one clever man, at least, as dull as himself upon that vague and unsatisfactory doc- trine. To relate well, requires a minute and clear perception of particulars; which being strongly impressed on the mind, will be returned with all the truth, force, and illuminated effect, necessary to impress the auditor. Facts often appear too highly coloured, when they are but given in the same deep tone in which they v»ere witnessed. Some minds receive their impressions of scenery, character, and incident, as an iron target receives the point of an arrow, which scarcely leaves a KACONTEURS. 33 trace behind it ; while others of more penetrable stuff, take the form of their objects with a depth and sharpness, fully proportionate to the force that stamps it. Between these two classes of intellects there is little sympathy ; and the possessor of the first will consider as exaggerations of truth and nature, the narrative, which reflects the ideas of the latter in the full vigour of their original con- ception. Denon often told me that the best raconteur he ever knew, except Voltaire, was Voltaire's disciple, the Marquis de Vilette, the husband of Belle et Bonne. Ferney was a good school. Every one knows the anecdote of D'Alembert, Huber, and others, telling stories of robbers, a qui mieux mieiijc^ and Voltaire, when called upon, beginning, in the tone of a gossiping old woman — " Messieurs, il y avait une fois itn Jermier-general — Ma Jbi Jai oublie le resteT* Denon told me his last visit to Voltaire was in 1776. He had been detained late at Geneva, and it was near midnight when he arrived at Ferney. He found the venerable patriarch sitting " Gentlemen, there was once upon a time a fermier-g^ne'ral — I have forgotten the rest." c 3 34 RACONTEURS. up to receive him, in that salon now so familiar to every English traveller. He was in high health and spirits; and after supper the two delightful racon- teurs began to narrate — mutually excited, and mutually charmed. It was in vain that Madame Denis frequently came from her bed-room, in night- cap and slippers, to endeavour to get her uncle to bed. Voltaire, with the querulousness of a spoiled school-boy, resisting the similar attempt on the part of his nurse, pushed her away, with — " Mai^ allez done — qiCest-ce que ^afait, sije m' amuse f''* The influence which Denon himself obtained over time, and even sometimes over nature, (for " he could murder sleep," by the exercise of this amusing gift,) was often exemplified upon our- selves, during our various residences at Paris. Denon kept intolerably late hours — we intolerably early ones. After a month of bals-pares — soirees • — reunions — and operas^ we were obliged to give in, and to stay one night at home ; and so issued orders accordingly, and sent the servants to bed. — When, lo ! as the last lamp was put out, the last * " There, there — go away — what does it signify if I am amused ?" KACONTEURS, 35 ember fading, and we were yawning our way to our bed-room, across the gloomy antichamber of our old hotel in the Fauxbourg St. Germain, a loud ring was heard, the great gate invisibly opening, creaked slowly on its hinges, and the wheels of a cabriolet came rattling over the paved court. Back we ran — lest our chamber lights should shine forth from the windows, and bring up the unseasonable intruder — while Pierre \he Ji-ot- teur, putting in his melo-drama head, asked, inter- rogatively, " Madame n'y est pas — riest-ce pas ?'' and then flew to forbid the nocturnal visitor. But it was in vain : he was already in the anti-room — and we heard the voice of Denon, saying " Go to bed, my good fellow — there, that will do;"— and in he came on the very tip-toe of excitation, hum- ming " On revient toiijours^^ with applicable em- phasis. He was all star, ribbon, and the legion of honour ; in full dress, both in spirits and person. He had dined with one of the ministers ; and had not yet got rid of the fervour of an agreeable party, where he had justified the partiality of Buonaparte, by charming even the ultras them- selves. 36 RACONTEURS. He came to bestow all his brilliancy upon us, as he was wont to do on similar occasions; and we were as much bored at the delightful visit, as if it had been all the tediousness of those who know so well how to be tedious : so there we stood, yawning and smiling, with a sort of galvanic contortion, at once to show our courtesy and drowsiness, with each a chamber candlestick in hand, and reiterating " But we were going to bed, my dear Denon." — " I see it," said Denon, and gently taking my candle, he lighted the bougies on the table — drew a chair for me near the fire — threw a log on the hearth, and, with a petitioning air, solicited " encore un petit moment.'" " Our husband and ourself"" exchanged looks of mutual annoyance, and yawned ostentatiously our unwilling assent; wondering at the influence of the miserable p/w/- sigue, or that any state of exhaustion could reduce us to so low an ebb, as not to relish the society of one we loved so well and admired so much. Denon had that day made me a present of his superb work on Egypt (the large edition), and the enormous volume lay upon the ponderous marble RACONTEURS. 37 table, in the centre of the room, which seemed by its strength to have been built on purpose to receive it. We had been looking over the plates, and Denon took out his pencil and wrote the names of some of the eminent persons whose por- traits they contain. Then drawing close to the fire, he put on his raconteur's face, and gave us such curious and animated details of his sojourn in Egypt with Buonaparte — of his intimacy with Dessaix, and with others of the notables of the expedition, together with the various scenes and circumstances incidental to the enterprise, — that in- sensibly we became as animated in our questions as he was in his narration. From Egypt we got to the funeral of Des- saix on Mount St. Bernard, (a picture worthy of Poussin,) and thence to the German cam- paigns. He described the entrance into Pots- dam, etched to the life, like a proof copy of one of his own engravings from Rembrandt or Paul Potter ; not a light, not a shade was wanting ! and the tones and gestures of the conqueror were given, as if he lived and moved before us. Their visit to Sans Souci, and the flattering interest with which Buonaparte inspected the apartments. S8 RACONTEURS. where nothing had been changed since their occu- pation by Frederick the Great, were not left to mere narrative ; they were acted to the life : and the plunder of the armoires and secretaires^ were represented in a most robber-like manner. The emperor had the sword of Frederick for his share of the spoils; Denon's booty was equally characteristic — a MS. brouillon of the king's poetry, in his royal autograph, with Vol- taire's corrections. Under some of the stanzas was written *^ digne des meilleurs poetes Frangais ;'^* and under others the simple corrective criticism of "J?e done !"" This was what Voltaire called *' washing the king''s linen." The sympathy of Napoleon for his wounded soldiers, and his personal attention to them, have been often recorded. His anxious visits to the field of battle after the contest was decided — his fe^kig the pulse and wiping the wounds — his ad- ministering cordials with his own hands — are facts well known, which won him the love of his army, no less than his prowess. Denon had been with him in one of these pious visitations, and he was so affected by the dreadful spectacle, that it became * " Worthy of the best poets of France." RACONTEURS. 39 the nightmare of his dream. He arose with the dawn and returned to the field, in the hope of rescuing some still living beings from the heaps of dead that strewed it. In the features of an officer, he thought he recognized a friend, and on examining more minutely, he perceived some tokens of lingering vitality. He endeavoured to extricate the body from the dead horse under which it lay ; but his strength failed him. There was not a moment to be lost — looking round him for assistance, he observed two men taking their sta- tion on an overthrown piece of artillery, coolly surveying the scene, and writing in their tablets. They were easily recognised as the German com- missaries of interment. He flew to solicit their assistance ; but both replied in unison, " Monsir, nous sommes id pour enterrer les mortsP " Bon^'' said Denon, " but you will surely assist me in saving the living." Without pausing in their melancholy task, they again replied, '^ Nous sommes ici uniquement pour enterrer les morts.'^'' Denon in vain had recourse to persuasion, to bribes, to threats ; nothing moved the phlegm of the Germans : they heard him out patiently, and 40 RACONTEUfiS. repeated for the third time; '^ Fous etes ein bon Monsir, mats nous sommes ici pour enterrer les mcyrts.'''* This writes flatly ; but when told most dramatically, with the impassibility of the German physiognomy, and the guttural German accentu- ation, it was irresistible ; and thus our delightful raconteur went on " from grave to gay," with equal pathos and humour, making us laugh and cry, and winding us up and down at pleasure. In the midst of a most interesting adventure — the scene Venice, the time a moonlight evening, the place a balcony in the palace Benzoni, and the heroine, the beautiful and well known *' Biondina in Gondoletta," — he paused abruptly, with a hush- ing movement of his finger, marking emphatically the deep swing of the clock in the Tuileries striking three. He arose all confusion and apolo- gies, for having led us into such unseasonable vigils, and was hurrying off, when I detained him with, " but finish your story." " Trois lieures bien sonnes,''-f replied Denon, already at the door ; * " You are a good gentleiiian, but our business here is fto buty the dead." f " It has struck three." RACONTEURS. 41 while I answered in the words of Vohaire, *' Mais qiCest-ce que fa fobit, si je m^ amuse ?" " ^ la bonne heure" said Denon, triumphantly, " I saw on entering that I was a bore;* that you had taken your determination, and I took mine; so good morning — I'll finish my story another time:" and with this trick of the tale-teller of the Arabian Nights, he tripped off as leste at seventy, as at seventeen — sprang into his cabriolet, and rattled out, as he had rattled in, his horse and driver as much on the alert as himself. The whole thing was French, exclusively French — the raconteur^ horse, driver, and cabriolet, included. The Italians have never been celebrated as raconteurs ; the organization, which gives them their improvisator i, is perhaps in precise oppo- sition to the necessary qualifications of a racon- tetir. The sure, rapid, deep, but careless touch- ing-off, which gives colloquial narration its charm and spirit, the imitative humour, inevitable mimicry, appropriate gesticulations, changeful accent, and vivid conception, of the fact or scene related, require quite another sort of physique from that which forms the slow, solemn de- * Un facheux. 4t2 JEIACONTEURS. claimer, and oracular improvisatore — who looks all in the clouds, warming his fancy with unearthly fires, and arranging his ready-made phrases and conventional rhymes, with eyes up-raised, and glance of fanciful abstraction — apart, and beyond all the graphic realities of life. Even in con- versation, the Italians are more impressive than agreeable — more passionate than witty; — they talk in sentences a longue haleine, and forget that the world was made in six days — the first and greatest lesson given by Providence on the value of time, even within view of eternity ! The Italians complain of the disproportionate number of seccatori {Anglicei bores) which creep into their circles ; without accounting for the cir- cumstance. But men who by their religion and institutions, are forbidden to think freely, or to discuss those great questions which concern the main facts of life, must be tied down to matters of minor importance. They are impelled to substitute words for deeds, and are rendered feeble, in their intellectual intercourse, because they are false in their political position. Still ** their stars are more in fault than they." Boc- caccio was no bad raconteur ; Ariosto knew how RACONTEUKS. 45 to relate ; and from the novellisti of the free states of Italy in her glorious middle ages, Chau- cer and Shakspeare borrowed their most humo- rous details. Strong and stirring combinations will always produce striking and graphic delinea- tions. But of all the raconteurs in the world, (the French excepted^ — they, whose own story is so lamentable to relate, and so piteous to hear, — the poor Irish are the most humorous and amusing. So many causes, physical and political, have con- spired to form and finish this talent in the Irish, that it would be irrelevant to the lightness of the present theme to enter on them. It is a curious fact, that Ireland, like France, had her conteurs, from the earliest periods ; who, by the significant name of Dres-beartagh* (story-tellers), made a part of the establishment of great families down to the latter end of the 16th century. " The great men of their septs," says Sir W. Temple, " among the many offices of their establishment, which continued always in the same family, had not only a physician and a poet, but a tale-teller. A * Dres means, literally, " news." 44 KACONTEUltS, very gallant gentleman of the north has told me, of his own experience, that in his wolf-huntings there, when he used to be in the mountains three or four days together, and lay very ill at nights, so that he could not well sleep, they would bring him one of these story-tellers, who, when he lay down, would begin a tale of a king, or a giant, or a dwarf and a damsel, and such rambling stuff; and continue it, all night long, in such an even tone, that one heard it going on whenever one awaked." This is not precisely the effect that a modern raconteur would like to produce. But the talent, the gift, was there ; and the whole scene connected with it, the wolf-hunter, the mountains, and the story-teller, are all curious and picturesque, and not a little illustrative of the wild and primitive state of Ireland, even down to the times of Sir William Temple, the patron and master of Swift. One of the last Irish conteurs by profession was still living about thirty years ago, in the county of Gal way, and the fame of Cormac Common the Fin-sgealaighthe or Dres-beartagh, the " man of talk," has not yet passed away in that province, RACOXTEURS. 45 which is still the repertory of all that is most national in Ireland. Blind, poor, but gifted, Cormac early adopted a profession consonant to his position and his endowments. The tale he narrated, and the genealogical illustrations which he picked up in his wanderings, and which he eloquently adorned, were his passports alike to the mansions of the great, and to the cabin of the lonely — his letter of credit on the festivities of the wake, and his billet on the hospitality of the fair. He was a poet also, no less than a story- teller ; and we owe to him the oft-told and beau- tiful tale of Ellen na Roon, which he threw into verse, and adapted to an air of his own compo- sition. More than one Italian Syren has owed the enthusiastic raptures she has inspired in an Irish audience, to the notes of poor Cormac. I remember telling Madame Catalan!, when she was paying me a morning visit in Dublin, that I did not like the manner in which she had the night before jerked out the last notes in "Johnny Adair ;" — that the air was not Scotch, but Irish, (of which its smooth, flowing melody, in regular progression, so characteristic of Irish music, was a 46 RACONTEURS. proof). We went to the piano-forte ; and I gave our Irish way of singing the passage. Madame Catalan! tried it — hked it, but doubted that the air was Irish. To satisfy her doubts, I gave her its history, with the birth, parentage, and educa- tion of Cormac, its composer ; and a sketch of the story of its subject, pretty Ellen Kavanagh, into the bargain. Her charming naivete was instantly under arms ; she would have the story in French ; and when I had done it, I was quite surprised to find how well the loves and sorrows of Caroll CDaly and Ellen O'Kavenah, with all the Irish idioms, and grating gutturals, could be translated into the precise phrases of " Messieurs les qua- rante." True passion is translatable into all languages ; with conventional feelings it is quite the reverse. Cormac Common told his stories in prose. His verses he recited to a sweet, wild recitative, whose modulations are said to have been diversified by cadences of peculiar beauty. " In rehearsing any of Oisin (or Ossian), or any composition in verse,"" says one of the most accom- plished of his surviving auditors, Sir William KACONTEUKS. 47 Ouseley, " he chaunts them pretty much in the same manner as our cathedral service." The national endowment, which once gave a rank, still exists in Ireland in an eminent degree ; though no longer, as of old, bestowing an heredi- tary grade. It is chiefly confined, however, to the "mere Irish," whose temperament lends itself to receive impressions with force, and to give them out with felicity. While the mixed race of Crom- wellian colonists and Scotch undertakers preserves the even tenor of its way, " sober, steadfast, and demure," and takes the route which in Ireland " leads on to fortune," — the more sensitive descen- dant of the aborigines — alive to every external form, and colouring every fact with the glowing medium of his mind — led more by fancy than by interest, and satisfied with the social apotheosis produced by social endowments^ — lives too often for the amusement of others, rather than for his own advancement. Who that remembers Edward Lysaght will not apply to him this assertion, so applicable to his genius and to his fate ? It is certainly amongst the most Irish members of Irish society, that the best raconteurs are still 48 RACONTEURS. to be found ; and it is among the many privations inflicted upon those English officials, who are sent to administer our proconsular government, that they have been restricted to the same dull round of office society, as had stupified their predecessors, — a society into which the wit and humour of the natives are so rarely permitted to penetrate. What yawnings might have been spared to bored vice-roys, and to listless secretaries, had they been allowed to throw open their salons to that humour and colloquial vivacity, so long proscribed by the ascendancy ! However powerful at the bar, and eloquent in the senate Irish intellect may appear, it is only under the influence of social feelings that Irish spirit kindles into its brightest lights. It is in the collision of social contact that it strikes out its most sparkling emanations. In the sanctuary of private intercourse, its reckless confidence and careless gaiety suspect no treachery and know no restraint. Even penal laws are forgotten, under the sacred protection of the law of hospitality; and those, disqualified by religion for the dull routine of office, prove their claims by nature to the highest ranks in the great commonwealth of wit. KACONTEURS. 49 Whoever has read those delightful Irish articles, which give such eclat to the most fashionable and popular of British periodicals, — whoever has laughed or wept over those pages of mingled pathos and humour, its Irish sketches, — or has chatted with Canova and Cammucini on the arts of Rome, in the same miscellany, would find those delineations cold and feeble, could he witness the superior animation, with which I heard them given, viva voce, at our own round table of ten. There, the narrators added to the raciness of Irish humour, the high finish of dramatic mobility, the tone, the look, the accent, which constitute the merit of a well-told tale, but which will not print. To judge of this natural gift in all its felicity, it were well to become the auditor of one, whom it is a boast to know,* — who, whether he tells his hu- morous Irish story round the festive board of his own paternal mansion in Kildare, or, in his pretty hotel in the Cliaussee cfAntin, relates his anecdote, in French, rivalling the purisme of Madame de Genlis, to the delight of listening academicians, and the envy of professed beaux esprits, still most * p. L n, Esq. of 31 , in the coimty of Kildare. VOL. T. D 50 RACONTEURS. happily illustrates that description of a j-aconteur, Avhich he who has left no subject untouched, and was himself the best of story-tellers, has bequeathed to posterity — " A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit, For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant to his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished : So sweet and voluble is his discourse." 51 ETERNITY. A COLLECTION of the opinions and desires of in- dividuals, respecting eternity, would afford good food for meditation. The desire for existence be- yond the grave is an almost inevitable consequence of the organic desire to live in the flesh ; yet few would relish an eternity of the life they now lead, or even consent to retrace the past. Home Tooke was among these few, and was so satisfied with his mortal career^ as to wish its repetition in a per- petually recurring series. One day at dinner, he said, "A little Brentford election — a little trial for high treason (though, on another occasion, he said he would plead guilty, rather than undergo a second speech from the Attorney General) — a little contest with Junius — a little everything, down to the hare upon the table." D 2 52 ETERNITY. This, however, was the sentiment of a man re- freshed by good cheer, and enlivened by good wine ; and the philosophy of the dinner-table is always suspicious. One must appeal from " Philip drunk to Philip sober," to come at the real opinion of the individual. '' L'esprit que tient du corps. En bien mangeant, remonte ses ressorts ;" but the tones of an overstrained instrument are always false ; and the proverb of ' truth in wine"" fails in its application to the instance in question. To judge with sang-^roid of existence, the party must be neither full nor fasting. 53 HORNE TOOKE. HoRNE TooKE used to tell a juvenile story to my husband, (who in his boyhood occasionally partook of the ' Diversions of Purley,') very illus- tive of the narrator. Home, when at Eton, was one day asked by the master why a certain verb governed a particular case ? he answered, *' I don't know." " That's impossible !" said the master. " I know you are not ignorant, but obstinate." Home, however, persisted, and the master flogged. After punishment, the pedagogue quoted the rule of grammar which bore on the subject, and Home instantly replied, " I know that very well ; but you did not ask for the rule, you demanded the reason." Here we have the perspicuity of the mature dialectitian, and the dogged obstinacy which would not yield a step to authority, and could purchase a victory at any expense of suffering. Opinions may change, but the man, in his leading characteristics, is at fifty what he is at fifteen. 54 RICHARD KIRWAN, Esg. There is scarce!}' a catholic family of gentility in Ireland, whose story, if impartially told, would not illustrate the misrule by which the prosperity of the country has been overthrown, and its genius nullified. From the beginning to the end of the last century, to have been born a catholic was a stigma, which no talent could efface, no patriotism remove. To exhibit either, was, at one period, to ensure proscription, or at least persecution ; and the market opened for Irish abilities abroad, was so much more profitable, honourable, and secure, that few of the condemned faith remained in their native country, whose endowments exceeded the quality demanded for home consumption. While all Europe applauded the genius and hailed the scientific researches of Richard Kirwan, (one of the most distinguished chemists and philo- sophers of his time,) he was utterly unappreciated, and all but unknown in his native land ; and, but for an accident, he probably would never have RICHARD K(RWAN, ESQ. 55 returned to the country, from which his religion had banished him, to give to it the benefits of his knowledge and the glory of his name. Richard Kirwan, of Cregg Castle, in the county of Galway, was the descendant of one of the most ancient and respectable families of Connaught,* a province in which few families condescended to date from a more modern epoch, than the flood. He was born in the year 1734, a fearful time in Ireland. Being a younger son, he was (like all the cadets of his rank and class) sent to a foreign country to receive the benefit of a liberal education ; and he passed his boyhood and early youth at the seminary of St. Omer, where, having completed his classical studies, he gave himself up to natural science and philosophical pursuits, with such enthusiasm and such brilliant success, as de- clared a higher vocation, than he would have been permitted to follow in his own country. The deatii of his elder brother, by calling him to the succes- sion of a noble estate, enabled him to follow with more effect the bent of his intellect ; and he cor.- * The Kirwans are the only aboriginal family who were admitted into the Thirteen Tribes of Galway. — " As proud as a Kirwan," is a Galway proverb. 56 KICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. tinued to cultivate science with that persevering diligence, and eager love of truth, which are ever the tests of the highest order of genius. As a chemist, for many years he stood alone ; and if, afterwards, he was outstripped in the career of im- provement, by more youthful successors, he still led the v/ay to some of their most important dis- coveries. Living much abroad, where he was most known and esteemed, he was elected a member of the academies of Stockholm, Berlin, Upsal, Jena, and Philadelphia; as he was, afterwards. Fellow of the Royal Societies of London and Edinburgh. It was not, I believe, till long after these foreign honours v/ere showered upon him, that he was elected President of the Royal Irish Academy, and created a Doctor of Laws in the Irish Univer- sity. His unrivalled mineralogical attainments pointed him out also to the government, as the fittest person to hold the office of Inspector General of his Majesty's mines in Ireland. From that period, he resided chiefly in his native country — sometimes at his mansion in Rutland- square, and occasionally, as long as his health per- mitted, at his patrimonial castle of Cregg. The victim of a singular affection of the throat, which RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 57 prevented him from eating in company, Mr. Kirwan retired from what is called " the world ;" and, much more celebrated than known, he lived only with the literary, the liberal, and the scientific, (in Ire- land, a very select and circumscribed circle ;) but he kept up a correspondence with all that was most distinguished in Europe. Of his numerous works, those most known are his " Elements of Mineralogy;" "Geological Essays;" "Analysis of Mineral Waters ;" " Logic, or an Essay on the Elements, Principles, and Different Modes of Reasoning ;" " Metaphysical Essays ;" " Essay on Phlogiston ;" and his work on the " Temperature of Different Latitudes," which was, I believe, his last. I remember, when I was a child (^du temps du hon Roi Dagobert), hearing a great deal of Mr. Kirwan, and of chemistry : not that my family were particularly given to that, or any other of the sciences, (good folks !) though we had all a great calling to the arts. But the most eminent chemist of the day was an Irishman — and, still more, a Connaught man — and, more still, a Galway man— and, beyond all this, we were kin to the .u3 58 RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. whole Thirteen Tribes of Gahvay, of which the Kirwans were one; *' aye, in truth, dear, from Maoldal-hreock down,*' as my father used to say : for upon such Irish lore I M'as fed from the cradle. Thus the name of Kirwan got associated in my infant mind, with that of Shakspeare, Handel, and Carolan the Irish bard ; the three Dii majorum Gentium of our household altars. My father (as fine and genuine a specimen of the true Irish soil, as the Irish wolf-dog) discovered in me an apt predisposition for all that was Irish — for its music, its poetry, its wild and imaginative fables, and local gossip ; and " the genius of my country found me," as the immortal Robert Burns said, not indeed " at the plough,'" but on my father's knee, listening, with open mouth, upraised eyes, and tremulous attention, to that species of '^ rambling stuff," called in the language of the land, so early my inspiration and my theme, Shanaos. It was in enumerating the glories of his native province, the worthies it had produced, and the antiquity and respectability of its Thirteen Tribes, that my father was wont particularly to dilate on the illustration thrown on the family of the RICHARD KIKWAN, ESQ. 59 Kirwaus by some of its living members : and having sketched off the genealogical distinction of the Forts, or Fuentes, the Joyces, the Trenches, the Blakes, and Bodkins (or the " Buaidh Bau- di/dn,'" as he called them), he always paused in long digression on the family of the Kirwans — or, as he pronounced it the O'quirivans, " for, my dear, the Kirwans, I am sorry to say, dropt the voxoel in the ti'oubles ; like many others, who dared not exhibit the O or the Mac ; — (which was our own case, God help us !) and the Mac-owens, AngJice Owensons, and the O'quirivans, or O'Kir- zoans, remain stripped of these family patronymics to this day. But they are, ever were, and will be, a great family. It was one of the Kirwans of Castle Hacket who first introduced glass windows into county Galway ; and I have heard tell that the first tea-pot seen in the province, was in the buffet of the Kirwans of Blindacre. But the Castle Hackets have to boast of producing that inspired preacher, Doctor Kirwan — the greatest pulpit orator, as Father 0''Leary assured me, since the time of Bossuet. Then there are the Kir- wans of Cregg, their chief, at this day, being CO RICHAUD KIUWAN, ESQ. the greatest chemist and philosopher in Europe. I remember well, when Richard Kirwan first returned from abroad to Cregg Castle, seeing him walk of a Sunday to the Mass House, on the road-side, in a rich suit of embroidered clothes ; his chapeau-hras under his asm, and picking his steps along the dirty road, with brilliant stone buckles in his shoes. He was a tall, elegant, comely young man then, and spoke good Irish, though somewhat too fond of interlarding his discourse with foreign phrases. He was then. Avhat is called in Irish a " chi sMii^''''* and we little thought he would have turned out the greatest philosopher and chemist of his ao-e." This was an image ; the true source of deep and indelible impressions : and there it is, fresh as I received it — a proof copy, not a line worn out. It was probably this graphic sketch, and the ideas, associated with it, of the value of philo- sophy and the importance of chemistry, which, at a very early period of my life, influenced my pur- suits. For before I was fourteen I had read Locke (which chance threw in my way in a parlour * A person of remarkable appearance. RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 61 window) with infinite delight ; and I imbibed a very ardent, but very short-lived passion for chemistry, not a little seduced by hearing a great deal of the charms of Pauline Lavoisier, and reading some of her experiments. My experiments, how- ever, were cut short by my burning my fingers severely with phosphorus, while fired by the am- bition of frightening my maid, by writing flaming letters on the walls of her bed-room in a dark night. The danger I incurred of being burned to death, and the fright my unlucky experiment caused to my family, checked my " vaulting am- bition ;" and thus ray love of philosophy fell a victim to my love of fun. From that moment — • " Fair Science, to you I then bid a long and careless adieu." The restless vivacity of intellectual youth, feeling its way to truth, and impelled, by its own energies, to experiments upon all sorts of knowledge, is frequently mistaken for a decided vocation to some one subject, for which the student has neither will nor organization. Nature, however, left free to act, soon finds her own level, and discovers her own bent. It is the folly of parents to force or restrain her. She may be assisted — she cannot be 62 RIOHAKD KIRWAN, ESQ. reorganized : and tliougli it may be easier to incul- cate science, than to inspire a talent for the arts, yet mediocrity in both must be the consequence of those forced marches of mind, which enfeeble the victim, without attaining the end. But though I gave up chemistry, I had not forgotten the chemist ; and I borrowed and read the works of Richard Kirwan — at least, as much of them as I could understand ; and perhap sa little more — for I dipped into his Elements of ]Minera- logy, worked hard at his Essays, and picked up just enough of his favourite doctrine of Phlogiston, to astonish the vulgar and amuse the wise ; — among whom 1 reckoned my governess, and my writing-master. Truth, however, to tell, my ideas of the profound and celebrated philosopher still remained mixed up and associated with my father's description of the tall, comely, elegant }oung man, picking his steps through the mud of Connaught roads, with diamond buckles in his shoes, and an opera hat under his arm. In process of time when school was up, and " Alley Croaker made a mighty noise" — when one " wild Irish girl" brought the other into notice — it became the fashion to ask that other RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 03 and her Irish harp to Dublin parties. This (par parenthhe)^ not because she wrote novels, and was an honest, pains-taking little person, leaving no calling for the idle trade, and turning to account the petit bout de talent, given her, bj Him, from whom all is derived, to lighten the burden, which misfortune had heaped on her family ; — but because she was the enfant gate of a particular circle, and lived with the Lady Harringtons, Asgills, and all sorts of great official English ladies. As for the Irish Protestant Ascendancy dames, the Mrs. Chief Baron this, and Mrs. Chief Justice that, Mrs, Commissioner of wide streets, and Mrs. Secretary of the paving board, she might have perished in the streets, in want or infamy, before one of their ascendancyships would have stretched forth a finger to save her from either. But, " let that pass," as the Scotch novels say. It happened, that shortly after the publication of the Wild Irish Girl, as I sat making up one of those " tissues of woven air," in which I then clothed my heroines, and in which I intended to dress myself for a ball at the Barracks, given that night by Lady Augusta Leith, — a plain, dark, old fashioned 6i IIICHAIID KIRWAN, ESQ. chariot drove to the door, and up came a card, thus inscribed — " Mr. Kirwan, to pay his respects to the fair authoress of the Wild Irish Girl." — My stars ! what a fuss ! The great Richard Kirwan, the philosopher ! the chemist ! the comely ! the elegant ! the celebrated ! What stowing away of breadths and gores (we had not come to niches and Jnlbalas) — what pushing of work baskets under the sofa, and ramming the Sorrows of Werter into the bread basket ! — for work, Werter, and bread and butter, were then all in equal requisition. I flew first to the harp, to get up an attitude, (like poor Mathurin), and then back to the table to seize my pen like ' Anna Matilda;' and when the door opened, I was placed in a thoughtful posi- tion, with the contemplative look of a doctor of the Sorbonne, or of Lydia Languish ; but the apparition, which for a moment halted at the threshold, and then moved on in solemn gait, actually made me start. A tall, gaunt figure, Avrapped from neck to heel in a dark roquelaure, with a large-leafed hat flapped low over the face, presented the very picture of Guy Faux, with nothing wanting but his dark lantern. The comely. RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 65 the elegant young man disappeared from my ima- gination ; and the venerable, but very singular- looking philosopher, " stood confessed."' Mr. Kirwan, with all the grace of the old school, moved his hat, and instantly replacing it on a full, old-fashioned peruke, pleaded the neces- sity for covering his head, on account of some disorder, which rendered it dangerous to do other- wise, even in a warm room. After a few hems and haws on my part, and a fixed stare on his, we fell to discourse, and the conversation soon became animated, and to me highly interesting. It arose from his taking up a book that lay on the table, and had replaced my Werter. This was unlucky : he threw down the book with indignation, and cautioned me against what he called its " selfish sophistry," adding, " Young lady, you have too much imagination and too much feeling, to give up your precious time to such works as this ;" and he then attacked the doctrines of Helvetius, with more feeling than logic. His own philosophy being founded in his quick and almost morbid sensibility, he would not allow self-love to be the primum mobile of all G6 RICHAED KIRWAN, ESQ. human action. Sympathy was his leading dogma ; and the predominancy of good his creed. While we were talking, I perceived, from the window near which v/e were seated, the wretched skeleton of a scarcely living horse, which had been turned out to die on a piece of waste ground, not yet built on. The bones had nearly pierced the skin, and it fell as we looked on it, and died. " So much for the prevalence of good,"" I said. " What must have been the sufferings of that poor animal, since it first began to fail in strength and utility, and was exposed to the brutality, ignorance, and disappointed avarice of its owner, who has thus turned it forth to die in agony and in want ! Yet what had that poor beast done to merit such a fate ? For him no future compensation exists — no bright hereafter repays, to all eternity, his suffer- ings on earth. But such is the lot of nearly the whole brute creation ; to serve and suffer, — to be in- capable of crime, and yet to feel its direst penalties." The countenance of Mr. Kirwan became gloomy and agitated ; he turned away from the window, and, seating himself by the fire, after a long si- lence, he addressed rae, in a solemn and impressive RICHARD KIRWAX, ESQ. 67 manner, that affected me deeply, and left its in- fluence fixed on my mind. He began by observing, that the apparent sufferings of the animal who had died under our eyes, had for a moment elicited the most painful and piteous sympathy ; that the idea of sufferings imposed without a cause on the part of the sufferer, and which were to have no retribution, no recompense, was too painful an idea to indulge in, and too derogatory to the wis- dom and goodness of the Supreme Being, to be credible ; that he had therefore long been con- vinced, that those signs of suffering manifested by brute animals, were but means to cherish and promote the sympathies of men, and to check his natural tendency to tyrannize and misuse power, whenever it was granted him. In a word, that he was a sincere disciple and zealous advocate for the doctrine of Gomez Pereira, (which was popularized by Descartes,) who conceived that all appearances of sensibility manifested by animals are fallacious ; and that the brute species are mere machines, divested of all feeling. There is something so amiable in this horror of injustice, that it is impossible not to pardon the 68 RICHAUD KIRWAN, ESQ. inconsequence of the reasoning. In what is the generally received notion of retributive vengeance, which gratuitously inflicts pain, where neither amendment nor example can be hoped, more con- sistent with the idea of infinite goodness, than that of the temporal miseries of unoffending brutes? The difficulties surrounding the admitted existence of evil in its simple relation to man, one would think were sufficient, without bringing the brute race into question. It is curious to remark, that the argu- ment for the possible automatic nature of the brute mechanism, is precisely that of the materialists against the existence of the soul ; all which is very good as it respects the animal, but, applied to man, is " stark naught;" — a good specimen of the fairness of theologians, which almost drives one on the my- thology of Pope's Indian, and makes one wish to take our dog along with us into the regions of immortality. Father Bougeant, a Jesuit, and too much of a Jesuit not to see the difficulties of either system, cut the Gordian knot, by stating that brutes were animated by the souls of devils; and one might sometimes be tempted to think so, v>^hen a horse will RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 69 gib, and a " pig wont go to market" — when an ass proves as obdurate as Balaam's, without the same cause — and a crocodile " puts its hand into its breeches pocket and sheds feigned tears," after the -manner of Sir Boyle's illustration. Speaking of an objection that lies against this opinion, drawn from the pleasure men take in the society of animals, the Jesuit says, " If I am told that these poor devils are doomed to suffer eternal torments, I admire God's decrees, but I have no share in that dreadful sentence. I leave the execu- tion of it to the sovereign judge; and I live with my little devils, as I do with a multitude of people, of whom religion tells me that a great number must be lost." In this good natured feeling, Bougeant is not singular. Most people have a lurking notion, that they themselves will escape reprobation ; and as for their relations and friends, if they will try their chance of going *' the other way, the other way," as Mr. Moore delicately phrases it, why then, sauve qui pent. In the charitable creed of Mr. Kirwan, I have often been tempted to put faith — after the fashion of St. Augustine, even though it were impossible — 70 EICHARD KIRWAN, ESCi. when I have seen the dreadful sufferings inflicted on domestic animals (and in Ireland they are worse treated, than in any other part of the world, in spite of our dear Dick Martin). On such occasions Gomez Pereira, and even the Abbe Bougeant, are often necessary to reconcile one to the spectacle. From metaphysics and physics, the conversation turned to music. Mr. Kirwan was a devoted amateur of the divine art, which he had studied con amore, abroad. He had not, however, got a step further than the " Coin de la Rcine" and was as furious against Gluck, and as enamoured of Piccini and Sacchini, as when he assisted to hunt down the " Titan et rAurore,"" of Jean Joseph of Meudonville, in spite of Madame de Pompadour's patronage of French discords. I vvas at this time, with respect to Italian music, what St. Preux was before Lord Bomston had discovered the musical bump on his eye-brow, and gave him a new sense. I was so enthusiastic in my passion for Irish music, and had obtained such a pretty little success by playing the airs of Carolan on my Irish harp, that I had actually engaged with Messrs, Power and Golding, of London, to collect and arrange twelve Irish KICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 71 melodies, with words translated from the Irish, which they brought out shortly afterwards, sup- plying the idea to Mr. Moore of a similar, though immeasurably superior, publication. I thought, therefore, I would say a little word in favour of my poor Gramachrees, Emuncli-a- Knuics, and other bardic strains, which had, even in infancy, produced the most extraordinary effect on (what is vulgarly called) my nerves. This was worse than Helvetius. Mr. Kirwan called my taste barbarous, and became quite vehement in his expression of abhorrence of Irish music. " Madam," he said, " I left Ireland at your age ; and full, as you now are, of all the vulgar errors of enthusiastic patriotism, I thought there was no poetry like Irish poetry — no music like Irish music. When I returned, I could not endure either. However, at Christmas and other great festivals, I had the servants' hall, at Cregg, thrown open to all comers, beggars, bards, and story- tellers, after the old Connaught fashion ; and at night I took my place in the midst of them, round the blazing hearth, and made my eleemosynary guests each tell a story, recite a poem, or sing a 72 RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. song, in Irish ; and it was amazing how few among them could not recite or sing : and some of them did both right well. It was thus I came at various fragments of Ossian, which Mr. M'Pher- son has dressed up and changed at pleasure, and assigned to the Scottish bard. But the music was not endurable — at least it put my nerves to the torture. Madam, it was quite too much for me — it almost threw me into convulsions." While he was speaking, I had drawn my harp forward, and begged permission to sing to it the fine old cronan of Emuncli-a-Knuic, or, " Ned of the Hills," which dates back to the time of Henry VIII. He bowed his head in sullen assent ; but before I had finished the first stanza, the tears gushed from his eyes, and seizing my hands, he said with vehemence, " Madam, I wont hear you — 'tis terrible — it goes to the very soul ! — it wrings every nerve in the body !" '* Then, Sir, I ask no more — the effect which Irish music produces on you is the best proof of its excellence." " You may as well say that the howl of a dying dog, which would produce much the same effect, is RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 73 the proof of its excellence ; my dear child, give up your Irish harp and your Irish how], and study Italian music — you are worthy of knowing it ! for you have a true musical organization, but it is all perverted. You must take tea with me on Thursday next ; it is my shaving day. I only pay visits, or receive ladies, twice a-week, on my shaving days. 1 have a good piano-forte, and a fine collection of Italian music ; you shall try both — my tea-table hour is half-past five I" It happened that on the very evening for which Mr. Kirwan engaged me to take tea at his house in Rutland Square, at half-past five, I had engaged myself to take tea at half- past seven with another celebrated invalid, Mrs. Henry Tighe, the charming Psyche of poetical fame, and my most dear and early friend. The notes which reminded me of my double and very interesting engagements, lie at this moment before me ; they are extremely characteristic : — *' Mr. Kirwan presents his best respects to Miss Owenson, and writes to remind her of her kind promise to take tea with him to-morrow evening, VOL. I. E 74 RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. at half past five. She will meet Mr. Hamilton Rowan, and Professor Higgins. Mr. Kirwan will take the liberty to send his carriage for Miss O. at a quarter-past five." " My dear Glorvina, " Lest, in your poetical flights, you should forget to-morrow evening, this is to request you will come early, and bring your best looks and best spirits with you ; the beautiful Lady Charlemont is coming to meet you expressly. Lady Asgil brings Sir Arthur Wellesley,* and William Parnel joins us as soon as he can — so come. If you would like Harry to go for you, say so. — Your's ever, " M. Tighe." The sober carriage of Mr. Kirwan was at my door to the moment ; and, to the moment, I was at his. My punctuality pleased him ; for his own whole useful and laborious life was governed by a sense of the value of time, and of the virtue of punctuality. I was received by his man. Pope, who seemed born and organized to be the servant of a philosopher — the perfect image of Dumps, the servant of old * The Duke of Wellington was then Secretary of State for Ireland. RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 75 Rueful, in ^' The Good Natured Man," pale, lank, solemn, and demure. On entering the drawing room, the heat was so excessive, that I was afraid I should never go through the seance. Although^ it was a fine mild spring evening, an enormous fire blazed on the hearth ; and a skreen, of considerable dimensions, drawn closely round it, excluded every breath of air. Within this enclosure, on a large cumbrous sofa, sat the advocate of phlogiston. He was dressed in the same roquelaure and slouched hat, in which he had visited me ; with, however, the addition of a shawl wrapt round his neck. On either side him, were placed two persons, who, in their appearance, seemed to form the extreme links in the human chain. The one was the good and simple Professor Higgins, with his air de pretre^ the very beau-ideal of a catholic curate, from his own wild native district of Erris ; the other a Roman tribune of Rome's best day, already indeed past the prime of life, but with the figure of an athlete, and a bust of the antique mould : it was Archibald Hamilton Rowan, who had then but lately returned from his long exile in America. The impression E 2 76 RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. made on me, by this now best and truest of old friends, has come forth, after a long lapse of years, in my last work, the " O'Briens and the O'Fla- hertys;" and some resemblance to what he then was may be found in his fine picture by Hamil- ton. Over the chimney-piece was a portrait of Cathe- rine of Russia, " whom," said Mr. Kirwan, " I call Catherine the Great, in contradistinction to Frederick the Infamous, her rival, and by far her inferior."" Meantime, a conversation, of the most scientific nature, was resumed, which my entrance had in- terrupted, and in which my ignorance and timidity, at the learned society into which I had been so strangely introduced, prevented me from taking a part. As soon as Mr. Kirwan had settled the constitu- tion of acids with Professor Higgins, he turned to me, with an air of great gallantry, and said, " Let us now revert to a sweeter subject." Lord, how I fancied myself Miss Helen Maria Williams, gaU lanted by Dr. Johnson I After some very civil things, such as young ladies like to hear, even RICHARD KIRWAK, ESQ. i i from old gentlemen (at least I did), he drew up a precis of the respective merits of Miss Edgeworth's admirable " Castle Rackrent," and my " Wild Irish Girl," very flattering to both. On the exag- geration so unjustly imputed to Miss Edgeworth's most graphic work, he related the following anec- dote : — " When I first returned to my native province, from abroad, I accepted an invitation to a gen- tleman's house. After a day's sport on his estate, T arrived late, and found that the house had been burned down the night before. — I was only one of many guests. We had a joyous supper in the roofless hall ; and sheds and temporary sleep- ing places had been erected for us in the barn, behind the ruined mansion. When we retired for the night, I was led to my pavilion, accom- panied by my two favourite dogs, like one of Ossian's hunters. Extremely tired, and, perhaps, not particularly sober, I threw myself on the bed prepared for me, from which I had a distinct view of the stars, through the crevices of the roof. However, I slept soundly, though not uninterruptedly; for, the middle of the night, I was roused by extraordi- nary sounds of groaning, and grunting, and squeak- 78 RICITARD KIRWaN, ESQ. ings, and squallings, mingled with the sharp bark of one dog, and the low growl of the other, as if in deadly contest with some unwelcome intruder. All that I had then heard of the atrocities of the disturbed state of Ireland rushed to my mind. I started on my legs in search of my fowling piece, but fell over a huge bleeding body, which seemed to give out its last groan under my pressure ; my fierce dog, as I supposed, still clinging to the wretch"'s throat. I called for help — again got upon my legs ; and staggering to the entrance, and open- ing the door, found that I had indeed been at- tacked, and by the swinish multitude. The fact was, that I had been lodged in the pig-sty, to which the lawful, but extruded proprietors had, by a natural instinct, made their way back in the night ; and my faithful dogs, who had in vain striven to repel the invaders, had laid at my feet the mother sow, " with all her pretty little ones," bleeding and vanquished. The scene lay near Ballinoshe ; the time was, literally, ' the day after the fair.' " While this conversation was passing, Pope made tea behind the screen, and served it with a most characteristic formality. The scene was a picture ; RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 79 and though 1 afterwards drank tea with Mr. Kirwan fifty times, this first impression was the strongest, and the most lasting. At eight pre- cisely, the party broke up ; and Pope conducted me back to the carriage. Before, however, I drove off, he was already employed in unscrewing the knocker :* for, from that hour, the mansion of the philosopher was hermetically sealed against all intrusion. The manners, the habits, the accent of Mr. Kirwan^ were marked by all those distinctive pe- culiarities which belonged to his creed, his educa- tion, and the country and times in which he flourished. Born in an epoch of Irish story, the most marked, the most heart-rending, under that regime of terror, when the worst penal statutes against the catholics were first imposed ; — born too, and receiving his first and deepest impressions in a province, poetically and historically the most Irish, he preserved, from the early part of the last • To Mr. Kirwan is attributed the story of electrifying his knocker ; an excellent hint to persons whose notoriety exposes them to self-interested intruders, who have no claim upon their time and attention. 80 RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. century to the commencement of the present, the high and formal courtesy, the gallant bearing, and chivalrous point of honour, the broad guttural ac- cent, and the idiomatic phraseology, with which the brave officers who survived the siege of Limerick went forth into voluntary exile, to fight and perish in foreign lands for foreign interests. His opinions were as singular as his appearance and his manners. Abhorring the atrocities of the fatal re-action, which retarded the benefits and stained the cause of the French Revolution, he was frank and loud in his reprobation of that ruinous continental war by which the British empire was drained and demoralised, to re- vive pernicious institutions, and restore a race, the antitypes of the unfortunate family which England had herself spurned and dethroned. It was curious to hear him calculate the expenses of this war, and the disbursement which would have been required to build a causeway or pier that should extend across the channel. — " Works," he said, " of almost equal magnitude had been com- pleted by the ancients, with less aid from science than could now be had. Bonaparte," he would RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ, 81 add, " would effect works as useful and as sublime, if the old dynasties would let him alone.*" Starting with his favourite rnaxim, that — " with labour and money nothing is impossible," he was wont to bring all his wonderful geological knowledge to bear upon this favourite scheme. He tumbled the mountains of Wicklow into St. George's Channel — played with Bray-head and the Sugai'-loaf, as if they were jack-stones, — finished by walking dryshod from Howth to Holyhead, and reckoning his way, not by knots, but by milestones. His opinion on the antiquity of knowledge was as orig-inal as his belief in the mechanism of the brute creation. He asserted that we borrowed much of our astronomical lights from the antediluvians, and that Adam spoke Greek with a purity that might have elicited the applause of the Portico. In his religious opinions he was equally paradoxi- cal ; and he remained unsettled upon some leading dogmas to the last, though it has been said of him, " that he died^rme catholiqzie^ as he had lived preux chevalier.^' He was extremely fond of female society, and not only invited ladies of all ages to his early tea-parties, but went to theirs; always E 3 82 IIICHARD KlllWAN, ESQ. stipulating for leave to bring and make his own tea, and to come and go at his own hours. The last time I ever saw him was at a tea-party made expressly for himself at my sister's, Lady Clarke's, a few months before his death ; and the company which he upon that occasion drew round nim, formed a curious contrast with the grave and learned philosopher who was its centre. It is the misfortune of all the hisch officials who come to Ireland, that the}* are, instantly on their arrival, surrounded by a certain heir-loom circle, whose mterest it is to keep aloof from the loi-ds of the ascendant the genuine talent and true and inde- pendent gentry of the country. Whoever takes the trouble to read the court circular of the Irish dig- nitaries, will find, that precisely the same persons dine with his excellency Lord B., who dined with his excellency Lord A. ; and so on through the vice-regal alphabet : while commanders-in-chief, and chief commanders, run the same gauntlet, and '* go by the scrip," just as their military prede- cessors did before them. At a moment when ]\Ir. Kirwan's name and works were familar to all Europe, and when he EICHARD KlllWAN, ESQ. 83 was a fellow of nearly all its learned societies, the fact was utterly unknown to the English offi- cials, military and civil, who then held the dessus du pave^ that Dublin was distinguished by the constant residence of one, who did such honour to its literary and scientific annals. Having to plead as an excuse to Sir Charles and Lady Asgill, for a late attendance at their dinner-party, that if I were served up with the game of the second course, it would be because I was first to assist at a tea-party given to Mr. Kirwan, they ex- pressed not only surprise at his residence in Dub- lin, but an anxious curiosity to be of the tea-party. Not to take the philosopher by surprise, the proposition was made to him by Lady C— — and myself — and I remember his answer was, " Ma- dam, I am always pleased to mingle with people of the world. I never knew one, even the lightest and most frivolous, from whom something was not to be learned, that threw a light upon the follies and virtues of society. I once lived much in the world of fashion myself; and was as foolish and as vain as the worst. But I stipulate for my own hours, my own tay, and my own tay-poiP — 84 KICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. This being agreed, the party assembled in Lady C.'s drawing-room, at the usual fashionable hour for morning visits. Under the pretence of bringing his staff. Sir Charles Asgill was accompanied by his amiable nephew and A. D. C, Captain Bouverie, and several other young officers ; and Lady As- gill smuggled in General and Lady Augusta Leith. In short, the whole 8 o'clock dinner-party of Mer- rion-square were seated at my sister's tea-table before six. The contrast of the gay and gallant milHaires, with two or three learned professors who had been invited to meet INIr. Kirwan, and above all with the strange costume and erect posture of the philosopher himself, formed a pleasant picture. It was very evident, that there was a previous inclination on the part of the fashionables towards mystification ; and that a very active system of quizzing had been organized by the two grandes dames de par le monde^ in which every beau pre- sent was to have played his part — (within, however, be it acknowledged, the bounds of perfect good breeding, — a virtue never transgressed with impunity in the society of the polished and cour- RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 85 teous Sir Charles Asgill). It happened, however, in this instance, (as I have known it happen in a hundred others^ when genuine talent is brought to stand the brunt of that frivolous persiflage^ in which fashion delights and exults,) that those who came to scoff, remained — to admire. Uncon- sciously led on to talk, by the insidious propo- sitions of the mystifiers, to whom his charming, unadulterated brogue was a feast, he gradually dilated into the most communicative pleasantry. His ever anecdotic mine was opened to its rich- est abundance ; and so full of interest, novelty, and information, was his discourse, that even ap- petite stood in check while he spoke ; and Mr. Kirwan, (whose tea was his supper,) was the first to give notice to his delighted listeners, that it was time for them to go to dinner. Like all people of eminent talent, Mr. Kirwan was extremely naive ; and, where his feelings gave the impulse, he seldom '• stood on the order" of form, or of cold discretion. At that deplorable period which preceded the rebellion, when a gentleman of the highest respectability, of large fortune and of ancient family, was imprisoned, tried, and condemned, for a libel on the nefarious government of those times, 86 EICHAUD KIRWAN, ESQ. it entered into the littleness of the Irish Secretary of State to refine upon the severity of punish- ment, by adding to it the indelible stain of dis- grace : — in a word, it was intended to place a mem- ber of a noble family, a man of the highest cha- racter, in the pillory. When the intelligence was communicated to Mr, Kirwan, his emotion is said to have been extreme ; and ordering his carriage, he instantly drove to the castle — pushed by the familiars who filled the ante-room of the Secretary of State's office, and bolting into the presence of the arbitrator of a nation's fate, demanded if what he had heard was true.? A placid and rather affirmative smile, was the equivocal and somewhat contemptuous answer. After a moment's indig- nant pause, Mr. Kirwan, drawing up his figure to its full height, in his broadest brogue and deepest tones, said — " Sir, if this unfortunate gen- tleman is guilty of high treason, bring him to the scaffold; if of a libel against your govern- ment, fine and confine him : but if you send such a personage to the pillory, you will revolt the whole order of gentlemen throughout Europe against you." — The order o^ gentlemen was, in Mr, Kirwan's estimation, the first order in the RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. 87 world ; and none better illustrated its pervading spirit than himself. The long and truly paternal kindness, with which Mr. Kirwan honoured me, from the moment of our first acquaintance till his death, I consider as among the proudest circumstances of my life. When the first attack was made on me, in the first number of the Quarterly, he was nearly as indig- nant as when Mr. * * * was threatened with the pillory — not more through his partiality to me, than through the disgrace it might inflict on the " order of gentlemen,'''' should any one suppose a gentleman capable of so unmeasured an attack upon a young and defenceless woman. He was extremely desirous, at that epoch, that I should write a prize essay for a premium, offered bv the Dublin University, for the best essay on Literary Fiction. I wrote my essay — but it was not a prize one. It was my first and last attempt at writing *' to order," and was undertaken, against my taste and will, merely to please him. Having found it some years back, I gave it to Mr. Colburn for the " Literary Gazette," at that time under his direc- tion. 88 RICHARD KIRWAN, ESQ. The last letter which I had the honour to receive from Mr. Kirwan, a short time before his death, is extremely characteristic of that high tone of courtesy which he always assumed with women ; and it is remarkable for the perfect intellect it displayed, even when its gifted writer was dropping into the grave : — " Dear Madam, " I received your letter about three weeks ago ; and your present, which does me so much honour, about a week ago : but I cannot say that your letter gave me any pleasure, as it announced your inten- tion of speedily departing from this country. " Allowing you to do so, is indeed an accumulated proof how little it is worthy of the praises you bestowed upon it. Sentiments corresponding with your own, are now to be found only among those of genuine Irish origin, who now, alas! constitute the lowest class in the wretched population of the western coast of Connaught — despised and perse- cuted for nearly three centuries ; though you will probably be rendered much more happy, by absence from a scene which would daily afflict a TRES-DISTINGUE. 89 heart of such exquisite sensibility as your own — a sensibility which, I must say, among your numer- ous accomplishments, forms the essence of your character. "It will, I hope, if report says true, be engrossed by a person worthy of its selection, who in return will derive his happiness from repaying it by equal constancy and intensity. " This is the ardent hope of your faithful friend, and most affectionate humble servant, "R. KiRWAN. "Dublin, January ^5th, 1812" TRES-DISTINGUE. Who would think that this prevailing terra in the nomenclature of modern fashionable jargon is as old as the time of Ninon de I'Enclos, for whom it was invented ? Love had already taken shelter in her wrinkles,* and intrenched himself * "X'amourj" said the Abbe Chaiilieu, " s'^toit retire jusque dans les rides de son front." 90 TRES-DISTINGUE. behind her spectacles; and there was still found about her a charm for which there was no name, which the old triumphed to observe, and the young could neither resist nor define. They at last called it something disiingne. In one of her clever letters to St. Evremont, speaking of a young friend he had presented to her, she says :^ " J^ai lu devant lui voire leitre, avec des lunettes ; mais elles tie me siecnt pas mal ; Jai toujours eu la mine grave. S''il est amoureux du merife qiCon appelle id distingue, peut-etre que voire souhait sera accompli : car ious les jours on vient me consoler de m£s pertes par ce beau mof.^''* * " I read your letter before him, and in spectacles ; but they become me pretty well. I have always had a grave look. If he is in love with that merit which is here called distingue, your wish may perhaps be accomplished. Every day I am consoled for my lost attractions by this line phrase." 91 AUX PETITS SOINS. Petits soins ! Alte-la, my dear little women, coquettes, prudes, and platonlsts ; and you who are none of these, but have just philosophy enough at the ends of your rosy fingers, to prefer that pleasant series of intellectual sensations, which come of the petits soins of an agreeable and clever man, with all their imaginative enjoyments, which are followed neither by satiety nor remorse, but are yet far removed from a " cool suspense from plea- sure and from pain." French women understand this gracious era in the progress of a " sentiment,'''' much better than the English. They have the prudence to put off the evil day, when it shall be no more, as long as they can ; and they have the wit and information to fill up the interval between growing preposses- sion, and unequivocal passion. They have a still more precious art — that of inspiring les petits soinSy 92 RAPIDITY. when les grands have passed for ever. In England, indifference treads closely on the steps of love — in France, the most lasting and tender friendship is made up of the fragments of an old passion. RAPIDITY. " You sleep so slow, Father." Young Rapid — Cm-e for the Heart Ache. I CANNOT get on with Mr. : not but he is a sensible and a clever man ; but then, in thought, delivery, and enunciation, he is so slow ! — We start together fairly from the same point, and gain the same end ; but he goes by the heavy Birmingham, and I am booked by the mail. One of the great characteristics of modern times is rapidity. A slow development, is in all things, either an evidence of the timidity of ignorance, or a proof of inefficiency and feebleness. This is particularly illustrated in the science of music. The earliest musical com- positions which have reached us, are dragging, drawling, monotonous chaunts. Even the " Char- RAPIDITY. 93 mante Gabrielle" of Henri Quatre, and the cava- tinas by Salvator Rosa, resemble a modern psalmody. From Sacchini to Rossini, (no very great inter- val, by the by) the successive changes in music are all characterized by increasing rapidity. Rossini condenses into a single bar musical ideas, which the masters of the last century would have extended through many phrases. The reiteration, which occurs in the grounds of Purcel, Corelli, &c. &c., is a result of the same cause : one idea in these compositions makes the whole Jrais of the piece, and is husbanded and worked like a geometrical problem. The compositions of Rossini form an epoch in the history of the most delicious of arts. Rossini is the Voltaire of music. He has given it an impulsion, which the world was ready to receive, but which no preceding composer had the genius or the courage to propose. Paesiello, his prede- cessor, was the Rousseau of his art. Full of sen- timent and eloquence, he was deficient in that force of truth, that energetic vigour of conception, which irresistibly masters the passions of the au- ditor. We sleep with soft dreams in listening to Paesiello ; but we are awakened by Rossini. 94 RAPIDITY. People must have spoken more slowly In the time of Queen Elizabeth, than they do now. The cumbrous construction of phrases in the written style of that day, obliges one to read the page of an old author much slower than a modern one. It must have been the same in conversation: there being then fewer ideas in general circula- tion, the speaker had further to seek for subject matter : the words did not " come skipping rank and file." There was no ready money of mind in the market, although there were immense masses of unworked ingot, lying in the great bank of the national intellect. There was not then, as now, a ready-made set of conventional phrases, which served to dress up every man's thoughts, and often to supply the place of thinking ; every man was then his own thinker. A rapid speaker, in such a state of things, must have outstripped his hearers. " In all kinds of speech," (says Lord Bacon) " either pleasant, grave, severe, or ordinary, it is convenient to speak leisurely, and rather drawl- ingly, than hastily ; because hasty speech con- founds the memory, and oftentimes, beside the unseemliness, draws a man either to stammering, a KAPIDITY. 95 nonplus, or harping on that which should follow ; whereas a slow speech confirmeth the memory, and addeth a conceit of wisdom to the hearers, — besides a seemliness of speech and countenance." Here then was the beau-ideal of a good speaker in the time of Queen Ehzabeth. One of the most satisfactory evidences of im- provement in the details of civilized life, is the increased rapidity of all its movements. Rapidity is power — omnipotence goes at once to its object, and reaches it. To be slow is to be feeble — to measure human action against time, and to over- take it, is to double existence. To live fast (pro- perly ^understood) is not to wear out life briefly, jjut to multiply the sensations which extend it. The more thought, action, intellect, and sensation, can be crammed into this "petty space,"" the longer we live : for it is not years, but the consciousness of living, that gives the true longevity. " Mourir, sans avoir v^cu," is therefore the fate of the whole tortoise tribe, whether in or out of their shell. The events of the American and French re- 96 RAPIDITY. volutions have quadrupled the existence of the generation which witnessed them. More has been done in the last century, than in any three cen- turies which preceded it. By rapidity, however, is not intended that des- cription of haste, which is proverbially said to make the worst speed. That which is done imper- fectly will require more time to mend, than, if properly bestowed, would have been consumed in its original completion ; and as imperfect objects are objects not adapted to their end, to employ tliem in that state, occasions an equal waste of time in the business of life. The merit of the rapidity of civilization is, that it is combined with a greater perfection in the arts and sciences. We travel over Macadamized roads, and sail in steam vessels, not only quicker, but safer and more comfortably. The modern speaker is not only more rapid, but clearer, and less exposed to fallacy. Society begins its progress, like life, feebly and slowly ; the human intellect develops itself in ponderous poems, of a thousand and one cantos, essays in folios, and " hints," in quarto. Jour- neys, in the infancy of society, are made in moving RAPIDITY. 97 houses, over trackless mountains and " crack-skull commons," at the rate of ten miles per day. " Slow and sure," was a maxim of the wisdom of our ancestors ; and (to end with the pleasant farce whence I took the motto for the head of this rapid rhapsody) ' ' keep moving," should be the epigraph of ours. The '■'en avanf of Bonaparte set all the old dynasties in a bustle ; and but for the whip and the spur, and the " allez, allez,"" of the French Revolution, we should have their absolu- tisms still moving their " minuet de la Lorraine." They have been taught to dance in quicker time, since that important pas grave nearly caused a war in which half Europe was to have taken a part. VOL. I. 98 MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. Of all metaphysical mysteries, there is nothing more difficult to get at than the mystery of memory. Montaigne, complaining of his, observes, " et suis si excellente en ouhliance, que vies escripts memes^Je les oublie, pas moins que les mitres.''''* This is pre- cisely my own case. I never could remember any thing I wrote, beyond the moment when it was going through the press. The other evening I found a book lying open on the piano-forte, which somebody had just laid down, on being called to take a part in the Preghiera in the opera of the Mose, and I chanced to light upon a high-flown and rather nonsensical passage, of which T could make nothing. This induced me to look at the title-page. It was " the Wild Irish Girl,'' seventh edition. I had not seen it for years. I was amused, and a little surprised. In diebus illis, it was with my style, pretty * "And I am myself so excellent at forgetfulness, that I forget my O'WTi works as much as those of other persons." MY FIRST ROUT 11^ LOXDON. 99 much as >?ith the oaths of Frere Jean de TEn- tommoures — " Comment, vousjurez, Frere Jean?''^ " Ce u'est {dit le mo'ine) que pour orner mon langage : ces sent couleurs de rhetorique Cicero- nienne"* All, that hterary counsel, acquirement, and instruction give to literary composition, was, in my early career of authorship, utterly denied me. The imagination, or feeling, or whatever it was, that carried the *' Wild Irish Girl" through seven editions in less than two years, was wholly unsup- ported by any of the advantages which reading, the world, society, or the judgment and taste they bring with them, could confer. I began to write almost as soon as I could read ; and the premature development of imagination, which enabled me to combine and invent, was inevitably destitute of that command of language, which books and reflection only give. Hurried on by the " thick-coming fancies" of a fervid bat uncultivated mind, I did not always pause to secure the best and most precise expression by which they could be conveyed ; and except when I had to give utterance to some strong ♦ " You swear, Friar ? It is only for ornament. These are the colours of Ciceronian rhetoric." F 2 100 MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. feeling, (for feeling alwa}?s finds its own language,) I was often, as the sportsman's phrase is, " at fault." Conscious of the poverty of my vocabu- lary, I frequently borrowed a word, or adopted a phrase, as Frere Jean did an oath, not for its precise application or intrinsic meaning, but simply ^^ pour orner mon langage." I remember once making this humble and plenary confession under very singular circum- stances, and with a most propitiating effect. It was on the occasion of my first appearance at a great London rout, and at the moment when the imcalculated success of the juvenile work alluded to, had given me that sort of vogue which learned pigs, and learned ladies, and other things more valuable for their singularity than their utility, enjoy in common. A few days after my arrival in London, and while my little book was running rapidly through successive editions, I was presented to the Countess Dowager of C k, and invited to a rout at her fantastic and pretty mansion in New Burlington-street. Oh, how her Irish histo- rical name tingled on my ears, and seized on my MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. 101 imagination ; as that of her great ancestor, " the father of chemistry, and uncle to Lord Cork," did on the mind of my old friend, Professor Higgens. I was freshly launched from the bogs of the barony of Tireragh, in the province of Connaught, and had dropped at once into the very sanctuary of English toil, without time to go through the neces- sary course of training in manners or millinery, for such an awful transition : so, Avith no cliapeixyti but my incipient notoriety, and actually no toilet but the frock and the flower in which, not many days before, I had danced a jig, on an earthen floor, with an O'llourke, prince of Brefney, in the county of Leitrim, I stepped into my job-carriage at the hour of ten, and, " all alone by myself — as the Irish song says — " To Eden took my solitary way." What added to my fears, and doubts, and hopes, and embarrassments, was a note from my noble hostess, received at the moment of departure, which ran thus : — " Every body has been invited expressly to 102 MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. meet the Wild Irish Girl : so she must bring her Irish harp. « M. C. O." I arrived at New Burlington-street without my Irish harp, and with a beating heart ; and I heard the high-sounding titles of princes and ambassa- dors, and dukes and duchesses, announced, long before my own poor plebeian Hibernian name puzzled the porter, and was bandied from footman to footman, as all names are bandied, which are not written down in the red-book of Fashion, nor ren- dered familiar to the lips of her insolent menials. How I wished myself back in Tireragh with my own princes, the O's and Macs ; and yet this posi- tion was among the items of my highest ambition ! To be sought after by the great, not for any acci- dental circumstance of birth, rank, or fortune, but simply " pour les beaux yeux de nion merit e,"" was a principal item in the Utopia of my youthful fancy. I endeavoured to recall the fact to mind ; but it would not do : and as I ascended the marble stairs, with their gilt balustrade, I was agitated by emotions, similar to those which drew MY FIEST ROUT IM LONDON. 103 from my countryman, Maurice Quill,* his frank exclamation in the heat of the battle of Vittoria, " Oh, Jasus, I wish some one of my greatest ene- mies was kicking me down Dame-street !" Lady C k met me at the door of that suite of apartments which opens with a brilliant boudoir, and terminates with a sombre conserva- tory, where eternal twilights fall upon fountains of rose-water which never dry, and on beds of flowers which never fade, — where singing birds are always silent, and butterflies are for once at rest. " What, no harp, Glorvina ?"" said her ladyship. "Oh, Lady C !" " Oh, Lady Fiddlestick ! — you are a fool, child ; you don't know your own interests. Here, James, William, Thomas, send one of the chairmen to Stanhope-street, for Miss Owenson^'s harp." Led on by Doctor Johnson's celebrated " little Dunce," and Boswell's " divine Maria,^' who kindly and protectingly drew my arm through hers, I was at • Maurice QuiD, the Sir John FalstafF of the Irish troops, dur- ing the Peninsular war, who assigned as a reason for entering into the 71st regiment (I believe) his desire to be near his brother, who was in the 72d. His personal circumspection was said to be merely assumed, as a medium for his humour. 104 MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. once merged into that mob of elegantes and elegants^ who always prefer narrow door-ways for incipient flirtations, to the clear stage and fair play of the centre of a salon. As we stood wedged on the threshold of fashion, my dazzled eyes rested for a moment, on a strikingly sullen-looking hand- some creature, whose boyish person was distin- guished by an air of singularity, which seemed to vibrate between hauteur and shyness. He stood with his arms crossed, and alone, occupying a corner near the door ; and though in the brilliant bustling crowd, was " not of it." " How do, Lord Byron .? "' said a pretty sprite of fashion, as she glided her spirituality through a space, which might have proved too narrow for one of Leslie Forster's demi-serai souls to pass through. Lord Byron ! All " les braves Birons" of French and English chivalry rushed to my mind, at the sound of the historical name ! But I was then ignorant, that its young and beautiful inheritor was to give it greater claims on the admiration of posterity, than the valiant preiix of France, or the loyal cavaliers of England, had yet bestowed on it. For fame travels slowly in our Barony of Tireragh ; MY FIRST EOUT IN LONDON. 105 and though Lord Byron had already made his first step in that cai'eer which ended in the triumph of his brilliant and powerful genius over all his cotemporaries, / had got no further in the article Byron, than the " pends-toi, brave BironP of Henri Quatre. After a stand and a stare of some seconds, I was pushed on — and, on reaching the centre of the conservatory, I found myself suddenly pounced upon a sort of rustic seat by Lady C k, whose effort to detain me on this very uneasy pre-eminence, resembled Lingo''s remonstrance of " keep your temper, great Rusty -fusty;"" for I too was treated en princesse, (the Princess of Coolaviri), and denied the civilized privileges of sofa or chair, which were not in character with the habits of a " Wild Irish Girl." So, there I sat, " patience per force with wilful cJioler meeting,''' the lioness of the night ! exhibited and shewn off like " the beautiful hyena that never was tamed," of Exeter Change, — looking almost as wild, and feeling quite as savage ! Lady C k, whose parties are the pleasantest in London, because they are exempt from the mono- F 3 106" MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. tony which broods like an incubus over the circles of English fashion, has been accused of an inordi- nate passion for lions. In my own respect I have only to say, that this engouement, indulged, in the first instance, perhaps, a little too much at my expense, iias been followed up by nearly twenty years of unswerving friendship, kindness, and hospitaUty. 1 shall never forget the cordiality with which, upon this memorable occasion, she presented me to all that was then most illustrious for rank and talent in England ; even though the manner savoured, perhaps, something too much of the Duchess de la Ferte's style of protection, on a similar occasion, '^ Allmis, Mademoiselle^ parlez— vmis allez voir comme elk parle ;"" for if the manner was not exactly conformable to the dignity of the Princess of Coolavin, the motive rendered all excusable ; and I felt with the charming protegee of the French duchess, that " so many whimsical efforts proceeded merely from an immoderate desire to bring me forward." Presenting me to each and all of the splendid crowd, which an idle curiosity, easily excited. MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. 107 and as soon satisfied, had gathered round us, she prefaced every introduction with a little ex- ordium, which seemed to amuse every one but its subject. " Lord Erskine, this is the ' Wild Irish Girl,' whom you were so anxious to know. I assure you, she talks quite as well as she writes. Now, my dear, do tell my Lord Erskine some of those Irish stories, you told us the other evening at Lord C ville's. Fancy yourself en petit comite, and take off the Irish brogue. Mrs. Abington says you would make a famous actress, she does indeed ! You must play the short-armed orator with her ; she will be here by and by. This is the Duchess of St. A , she has your ' Wild Irish Girl' by heart. Where is Sheridan ? Do, my dear Mr. T ; (this is Mr. T , ray dear — Geniuses should know each other) — do, my dear Mr. T , find me Mr. Sheridan. Oh ! here he is ! what ! you know each other already ; tant mieiuv. This is Lord Carysfort. Mr. Lewis, do come forward ; that is Monk Lewis, my dear, of whom you have heard so much — but you must not read his works, they are very naughty." But here is one, whose works I know you have read. What, 108 MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. you know him too !" It was the Hon. William Spenser, whose " Year of Sorrow" was then draw- ing tears from all the brightest eyes in England; while his wit and his pleasantry cheered every circle he distinguished by his presence. Lewis, who stood staring at me through his eye-glass, backed out at this exhibition, and dis- appeared. " Here are two ladies,"" continued her ladyship, " whose wish to know you is very flattering, for they are wits themselves, Vesprit cle Murtemar, true N 's. You don't know the value of this introduction. You know Mr. Gell, so I need not present you. He calls you the Irish Corinne. Your friend Mr. Moore will be here by and by. I have collected " all the talents'" for you. Do see, somebody, if Mr, Kemble and Mrs. Siddons are come yet ; and find me I.ady Hamilton. Now pray tell us the scene at the Irish baronet's, in the rebellion, that you told to the ladies of Llangollen ; and then give us your blue stock- ing dinner, at Sir Richard Phillips's; and des- cribe us the Irish priests. Here is your countryman. Lord L k, he will be your bottle holder." Lord L k volunteered his services. The circle MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. 109 now began to widen — wits, warriors, peers, and ministers of state. The harp was brought forward, and I attempted to play ; but my howl was fune- real ; I was ready to cry in character, but endea- voured to laugh, and to cover out my real timidity by an affected ease, which was both awkward and impolitic. The best coquetry of the young and in- experienced is a frank exhibition of its own unsophis- ticated feelings — but this is a secret learned too late. A ball at Mrs. Hope's drew off ray auditory, and towards midnight, the ring was thinned to a select few, some fifty particular friends, who had been previously asked to stay supper. It was my good fortune to be placed at table between Lords Erskine and Carysfort, who had both been particularly kind to me during my perilous pro- bation ; and now, no longer " the observed of all observers," I had leisure to observe for myself, and to be amused in my turn. I had got into a very delightful conversation with my veteran beaux, when Mr. Kemble Avas announced. Lady C k reproached him as " the late Mr. Kemble;" and then, looking significantly 110 MY riKST ROUT IN LONDON. at me, told him who I was. Kemble, to whom I had been ah'eady presented by Mrs. Lefanu, advnowledged me by a kindly nod ; but the intense stare which succeeded, was not one of mere recog- nition. It was the glazed, fixed look, so common to those who have been making libations to altars which rarely qualify them for ladies'* society. Mr. Kemble was evidently much pre-occupied, and a little exalted ; and he appeared actuated by some intention, which he had the will, but not the power, to execute. He was seated vis-d-viSf and had repeatedly raised his arm, and stretched it across the table, for the purpose, as I supposed, of helping himself to some boar's-head in jelly. Alas, no ! — the bore was, that my head happened to be the object which fixed his tenacious attention ; and which being a true Irish cathah head, dark, cropped, and curly, struck him as a particularly well organized Brutus, and better than any in his repertoire of theatrical perukes. Succeeding at last in his feline and fixed purpose, he actually struck his claws in my locks, and addressing me in the deepest sepulchral tones, asked — " Little girl, where did you buy your wig ?" SIY FIRST llOUT IN LONDON. Ill Lord Erskine " came to the rescue," and libe- rated my head. Lord Carysfort exclaimed, to retrieve the awkwardness of the scene, " les serpents de Venvie out siffles dans scni cceur ,-" on every side — " Some did laugh, And some did say, God bless us;" — while I, like Macbeth — " Could not say. Amen." Meantime Kemble, peevish, as half tipsy people ge- nerally are, and ill brooking the interference of the two peers, drew back, muttering and fumbling in his coat-pocket, evidently with some dire intent lower- ing in his eyes. To the amusement of all, and to my increased consternation, he drew forth a volume of the " Wild Irish Girl," (which he had brought to return to Lady C ^k)and, reading, with hisdeep, emphatic voice, one of the most high-flown of its passages, he paused, and patting the page with his fore-finger, with the look of Hamlet addressing Polonius, he said, '' Little girl, why did you write such nonsense ? and where did you get all these d— — d hard words ?" 112 MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. Thus taken by surprise, and " smarting with my wounds" of mortified authorship, I answered, un- wittingly and witlessly, the truth : " Sir, I wrote as well as I could, and I got the hard words out of Johnson's dictionary." The eloquence of Erskine himself would have pleaded my cause with less effect ; and the " Ty allots'''' of La Fontaine was not quoted with more approbation in the circles of Paris, than the naivete of my equally veracious and spontaneous reply. The triumph of my simplicity did not increase Kemble's good humour ; and, shortly after, Mr. Spenser carried him off in his carriage, to prevent any further attacks on my unfortunate head — inside or out. Talking over this scene, not long since, at Lady C -k's, with a lady who had been present, it came back with all its circumstances to my memory, and with a keen recollection of the pains and penalties incidental to inexperienced and unprotected fe- male youth, when forced by necessity to step across the threshold of domestic privacy, and to carry to the mart of public suffrage the feeling and fancy, intended by nature for home MY FIUST ROUT IN LONDON. 113 consumption. Between my first and my last appearance in the elegant and hospitable salons of New Burlington-street, what a difference! — in person, feeling, sensations, intellect, — the all that should make identity, yet does not ! I cannot trace the least similitude between Mr. Kemble's "little girl," and the proscribed of emperors and the ex- communicated of popes. There is more philoso- phy in the little woman who went " to market her eggs for to sell," than the world is aware of: and I have been tempted to quote her " Lord have mercy on me ! sure this is none of If as often as my illustrious countryman Daniel O'Connell has applied to his own Ireland his favourite quota- tion of Great glorious, and free, Firstflow'r of the ocean, first gem of the sea." I have repeated it, when telling a droll Irish story to the minister who had set his seal to Ireland's ruin ; in the Tuileries, when I stood face to face, " bandying compliments with majesty ;" in the Quirinal, when in tete-a-tete with a cardinal secre- tary, amid scenes that belonged to the middle ages ; 114 MY riEST UOUT IN LONDON. in the Palace Borghese with the family of Napoleon Bonaparte ; on the Pontine Marshes, when receiving the confessions of a Carmelite monk, on his pilgrim- age to the shrine of St, Peter; and in the vice-regal drcles of Dublin Castle, when a liberal Lord Lieu- tenant shook my right hand, at the same moment that a grand master of an orange lodge shook my left ! I remember relating my dehut at Lady C k"'s, and my scene with Mr. Kemble, to the late Marquess of A , as something more true than possible. He told me that he had known him to do things more eccentric, when under the influence of that one glass too much ; and he quoted an anecdote which occurred at the . " Kemble was seated between the two Scotch Dukes of H , and of A- - -■ ; the conversation turned on genealogy, and the two peers grew warm upon the relative anti- quity of their houses. Kemble, who had not drunk pending the argument, and who saw with despair the bottle in abeyance between their graces, after muttering his impatience for some time, broke out on a sudden with, ' D both your bloods, send round the wine !' Nobody," added Lord A , *' appeals to Kemble sober against Kemble MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. 115 tipsy — he is such an excellent fellow, and such a perfect gentleman." Perhaps no actor of any age or country (Garrick excepted) lived upon such intimate and equal terms with the great, as Kemble. There was such a natural patent of gentility about him, that the highest nobility of the land gave way to it. He and Talma were the last of their class and caste. Not but that there are now as perfect gentlemen on the stage as ever : but the heroic age of the theatre is over. For me, as long as Potier and Per- let, and Liston, remain, je ne demande pas mieux. I would rather laugh with FalstafF, than shudder with Macbeth ; and with respect to French tragedy and French declamation, I am just where I was, when I wrote " France." Notwithstanding all the " Lettres adresses a Mi Ladi Morgan" to prove that she is a blockhead and knows nothing of the matter, she at least knows what amuses and what bores her — and all she has done, is to say so. To observe of any gentleman, now, that he drank, would be to utter a disgraceful reproach. Yet, up to the last quarter of the century, the male nobility and even royalty of Great Britain, gave themselves 116 MY FIRST ROUT IN LONDON. up to inebriety; so that to be " as drunk as a lord," was, in reality, a patrician distinction. Charles the Second was frequently seen reeling to his home in Whitehall, through the streets of London, in the midst of his brawling riotous courtiers, with " the fiddles'" in his van, to serenade the Duchess of Portsmouth, on his return from •' poor Nelly's" lodgings. In more recent and refined times, modern Fal- stafFs, and Heirs Apparent, have had their *' Boar's Heads,"" as favourite resorts, though not in Cheap- side. Hereditary legislators and representatives of the people, have staggered home together in the neighbourhood of St. Stephen's — and the repre- sentative of majesty itself, lying under his own dinner-table, has given rise to the Catholic wit- ticism of a great law officer, who observed, that " the Host wanted elevation." Even in times still fresh in the memories of many, sobriety was deemed a suspicious virtue, as well as a vul- gar one ; and to be a seven-bottle-man, was to qualify for the highest society. But where, now, is the nobleman or gentleman, who would not shrink from such a reputation.? School of the LORD ERSKJ-SLE- 117 sticklers for the good old times, and for the wis- dom of our ancestors — you, who place the excesses of intemperance among the social virtues — what say you to the sobriety of the present generation ? LORD ERSKINE. Poor Lord Erskine ! how the memory of the first odd and pleasant evening which introduced me to the distinction of his notice, refreshes all my after remembrance of his unchanging kindness, from the moment that we met in Lady C k's conservatory, until within a few weeks of his death. Among the brightest, and often falsest illusions of our youth, are the ideas we conceive of eminent persons, of whom we have long read and heard. I could write volumes on the impressions which I received in my early and obscure youth, of the eminent and the celebrated, whose names had danced before my eyes, or tingled in my ears, in books and news-papers, in rumours and reports ; and of the disappointment which followed, when my own notoriety brought me within their sphere. 118 LORD ER3KINE. The first time I read of Lord Erskine was in Miss Seward's works. What a splendid picture of humanity, for one whose imagination, like the style of the fair author whose pages she gloated over, was all exaggeration and effervescence ! Oh I how very much in love I then was with the idea of Lord Erskine ! A little further on in life, I met with an old pamphlet, in the parlour window of a coun- try house, and found it was the famous trial of Home Tooke. The speech of Lord Erskine revived my early and warm impressions of that splendid person ; and he of whom it had been said that " he had spoken on that momentous occasion like a man inspired, and at once re- deemed the honour of his profession, and esta- blished the safety of his country," was to me just that sort of person, whom to behold but for a moment, I would have made a pilgrimage bare- footed from Tipperary (where I then was) to any given spot which he inhabited. I met Lord Erskine, therefore, under these ex- aggerated notions of his genius and character ; and was a little disappointed to find that he spoke like other persons — was a thin, middle-aged gentleman. LORD EESKIXE. 119 and wore a brown wig. This was not exactly the impersonation of my beau-ideal ! Genius was then with me a mode of being, splendid in its form as in its spirit. Already a little disabused, I yet could not reconcile myself to inspiration in a bob wig. Still it was a great epoch in my life, when I found myself seated by one of the gods of my idolatry — for I then had a great many ; and wor- shipped a sort of polytheism of prepossession, which kept me in a constant alternation of hope and disappointment : — my gods being too fre- quently false gods, and ray golden idols, images of clay. It was a still more flattering distinction, when his lordship called on me, the day after our introduction, at Lady C 's. From that time, till his death, we met fre- quently, and corresponded occasionally ; just see- ing enough of each other, to become intimate with nothing but our respective good qualities. He was always delightful, always amusing, fre- quently incoherent — and, I thought, sometimes affectedly wild, at least paradoxical. Of this, an instance occurs to me, connected with an important epoch, and with some amusing scenes, qne voila ' 120 LORD ERSKINE. It was during that grand political aera — the very hegira of ratting — when the Prince of V/ales, becoming regent, left it a moment in doubt whether the old ministry would join the whig sovereign, or the whig sovereign adopt the sentiments of the tory ministers. I was then enjoying my brilliant existence, at that Alham- bra of fashion, and of ministerial politics, the P at St re. The noble owner of that hospitable mansion was an aristocrat in feeling and a tory in principle. The blood of the Stuarts ran in his veins ; the beauty of the Darnley and the hauteur of the Bothwell were the characteristics of his distinguished person. Hp was so organized to be the man he was, that no education nor example could have made him otherwise. Had he occu- pied the throne of his ancestors, he would have been the justest despot that ever reigned ; for though he loved power much, he loved truth more ; — and truth is — justice. Lord A was a frank, aboveboard, and uncompromising politi- cian. His pride, with which he was reproached as a vice, was his virtue. It rendered him untract- able to the meanness of manoeuvre, intrigue, and LORD ERSKINE. 121 corruption. His opinions were in such perfect coincidence with his interest, that his marquisate and bkie ribbon were not the rewards of a pur- chased conformity, but testimonials of ministerial good will, for voluntary and independent services, conscientiously rendered ; and much as he was said to have loved such distinctions, I am sure he would rather have resigned the title and the gar- ter, than have changed sides, or given up any cause he deemed to be based in justice. From Saturday till Monday, (the weekly inter- val of public business,) was always a carnival at the P , Avhen the upper and lower houses seemed to send their most distinguished members to recreate in its elegant salons. The first Satur- day after the appointment of the Regent brought down a multitude of visitors, the elite of the states- men and states women of both parties. Among these were Lord Erskine and the Duchess of G . It was my good fortune to be seated on a sofa with Lord Erskine, when the duchess did us the honour to make a third in our conversation. "Oh, my lord," she said, "you ha' got the Wild Irish Girl all to yourself. Weel, she's a clever VOL. I. G 122 LORD EKSKINE. creature, but I've a great fault to find with her. She has no more sentiment than a London Missy ! The first time I met her was at the Irish chancel- lor's. Jannie M and I had been living among the heaths and the roses of Glengarry, and had been gloating on her * Wild Irish GirP and 'Novice;' and v/hen I arrived in Dublin I was longing to know her. Weel, Lord M— — made a dinner expressly. But, what was my disap- pointment when she said, ' Oh ! Lord M , think how unlucky I am. The very day I Jeft B C , a whole jaunting car of officers were expected from Strabane.' Eh ! gude God, there was sentiment with a vengeance."" This brought on the chapter of romance, na- tional peculiarities, fetches, second-sights, &c. &c. ; in the latter of which, both Lord E. and the duchess acknowledged their belief. I could not avoid expressing some surprise that such persons should give way to the influence of such irrational superstition. The duchess was displeased, and said, " I don't like to see young ladies setting themselves above their superiors, and giving in to free thinking. I never knew any one cry down LOUD ERSKINE. 123 what is called superstition, but those who have no religion." It was in vain that " I rose to explain." Pros- tration of intellect, and profound obedience in the yeung and inexperienced, were the order of the day ; and her grace related a very curious and romantic tale of second-sight in her own familv, which amused, if it did not convert me — while the affecting manner in which it was told, left no doubt as to the sincerity of the relator. " I also."' said Lord Erskine, " believe in se- cond-sight, because I have been its subject. When I was a very young, man, I had been for some time absent from Scotland. On the morning of rav arrival in Edinburg-h. as I was descendincr the Steps of a close, on coming out from a bookseller's shop, I met our old family butler. He looked greatly changed, pale, wan, and shadowy, as a ghost. ' Eh ! old boy,' I said, ' what brings you here .?' He replied, ' To meet your honour, and solicit your interference with ray lord, to recover a sum, due to me, which the steward at our last settlement did not pay.' Struck by his looks and manner, I bade him follow me to the booksellers, G 2 124 LORD ERSKINE. into whose shop I stepped back ; but when I turned round to speak to him, he had vanished. "I remembered that his wife carried on some little trade in the old town. I remembered even the house and the flat she occupied, which I had often visited in my boyhood. Having made it out, I found the old woman in widow's mourning. Her husband had been dead for some months ; and had told her on her death-bed, that my father's steward had wronged him of some money, but that when Master Tom returned, he would see her righted. This 1 promised to do, and shortly after, fulfilled my promise. The impression was indelible ; and I am extremely cautious how I deny the possi- bility of such " supernatural visitings' as those which your grace has just instanced in your own family." Either Lord Erskine did, or did not, believe this strange story ; if he did, what a strange aber- ration of intellect ! — if he did not, what a stranger aberration from truth ! My opinion is, that he did believe it. I had not, however, then learned upon what trifling points human credulity turns, how little even our opinions are our own, and how far LORD ERSKINE. 125 the strongest minds are inconsistent with them- selves, and obstinately retain the dog's-ears and folds of early impression. Notwithstanding my heresy in the matter of second-sight, I continued to receive marks of friend- ship from Lord E. ; and for years after my mar- riage, he sent me any thing he produced in a literary way. The following note, which was written a few months before his death, closed our correspondence ; it was accompanied by his pamphlet on the Greeks. It is worth citing, as a testimony to prove that years do not make age, and that freshness of feeling, and youthful ardour in a great cause, may survive the corporeal decay, which time never spares, even to protracted sensi- bility : — "Dear Lady Morgan, " A long time ago, in one of your works (all of which I have read with great satisfaction), I re- member your having expressed your approbation of my style of writing, and a wish that I would lose no occasion of rendering it useful. I wish I could agree with your ladyship in your kind and partial 126 LORD EUSKINE. opinion ; but as there never was an occasion in which it can be more useful to excite popular feehng than in the cause of the Greeks, I send your ladyship a copy of the second edition [of my work], published a few days ago. "I have the honour to be, " With regard and esteem, " Your ladyship's faithful humble servant, " ERSKINE." " No. 13, Arabella Row., Pimlico, Londoji, " October 11, 1822/' " Ladi/ Morgan^ Dublin.'''' The pamphlet which accompanied this note, abundantly proved, that neither the talent nor tne feelings of this singularly gifted writer had aban- doned him ; yet circumstances had occurred, and become notorious, which implied that age had, in some respects, made sad havoc with his powerful intellect. There is nothing more curious in the history of the human mind, than the manner in which it falls to ruin ; and in which splendid and magnificent fragments can subsist, in all their pris- tine beauty, amidst the total decay of the rest of the intellectual fabric. LOilD CASTLEREAGH. 127 LORD CASTLEKEAGH. To go back once more to the P ■ . How often have I seen Whigs and Tories united round its splendid hearths in the great drawing-room, innocently playing their " small games," after having played, through the preceding week, their great game, on the opposite sides of the two houses. How often have I seen the ministerial red box, (" big with the fate of Cato and of Rome," bearing the busy tale of some of Napoleon's unwelcome victories, or welcome defeats, or, haply stuffed with the materials of some green-bag disclosure,) scarcely deposited in the hands of its diplomatic owner, before it was suddenly jerked up into the air by the playful ingenuity of a romping peeress, and its mysterious contents scattered on the floor, while the laughing contriver of the overthrow exclaimed — " Autant en emporte le vent !" How often have I seen presidents of the council and lords comp- 128 LORD CASTLEREAGH. trollers of royal households, taking lessons, there, in waltzing, at that time a novelty, fresh imported from D— — House : while " many a saint and many a hero," who were then sinners and subal- terns, trod upon those Persian carpets, which covered the paved cloisters and knee-worn cells of the ancient monks of St e. It was during the time passed in this delightful retreat (which was no retreat), that I had fre- quently the pleasure of meeting Lord Castlereagh. I say the pleasure, for (I take him here in his social phases only) he was one of those cheerful, liveable, give-and-take persons, in private, who are so invaluable in villa-life, where pleasure and repose are the object and the end. His implacable placidity, his cloudless smile, his mildness of de- meanour, his love of music, his untunable voice, and passion for singing all the songs of the Beg- gar's Opera,* (in which I had always the honour * One evening, while thus engaged, to the utter abstraction from all surrounding circumstances, we had arrived at "Hark, I hear the toll of the bell," when a sudden crash of all dissonant sounds produced as sudden a suspension of our own somewhat heteroclite harmonies. Tambourines, triangles, pokers, tongs, and shovels, were all pressed into the service. The ladies of the party. LORD CASTLEREAGH. 129 of accompanying him, because nobody else would), his expertness at small plays, and the unalterable good humour with which he stood the brunt of the frequent practical jokes played off at his expense, rendered him most welcome in all the circles which he frequented, in the pauses of his arduous avoca- tions. I had then no acquaintance with European politics ; but I was a furious little Irishwoman ; and Lord Castlereagh used frequently to say, ^' no one cares for Ireland, but Miss O. and I." I took this for sober earnest ; and, in the pride of my ignorance and credulity, would repeat poor Louis the Sixteenth's " il n'y a que moi et Monsieur Tiir- got qui aime le peuple /" It is the recollection of that liberal and urbane spirit, which brought men of the most opposite opinions in public life, thus to mingle in the har- mony of social confidence, — men who, in the high and courteous breeding of their elevated station, thus armed for discord, had encircled us ; and they added a general chorus of inextinguishable laughter, ad libitum, to the instrumental accompaniment they volunteered to Lord C.'s vocal performancesj At the head of the band was Lady Castlereagh herself. G 3 130 LORD CASTLEREAGH. never suifered the acrimony of party to shed its venom on the graces of the private circle, — it is this recollection that has so often made rae turn in disgust from the vulgar and brutal party feeling, which has prevailed among the ascendancy faction in Ireland, making pohtical differeiices the ground for anti-social insolence, and carrying into the club and the drawing-room, the virulence and uncha- ritableness of public hostility. Between social complaisance and political com- pliance there is no necessary connexion ; and a stern adherence to principle is not incompatible with a good-humoured forbearance to opponents. Lord A , as I have said, was a warm, and a sincere politician : and, much as he lived with both parties, he would have been the last to forgive or tolerate an act of baseness in his own. On the morning of the day which decided the turn of affairs, on the Prince's assumption of the Regency, I remember his saying to me, " Lord Castlereagii dines with us to-day ; if he goes with the tide, if he rats, it will be for the last time — there is an end of our friendship for ever." Lord Castlereagh, however, did not rat, and we enjoyed his society LORD CASTLEREAGH. 131 at frequent intervals through the rest of the sea- son, with that of his always joyous, pleasure-stirring Lady. The last time I saw Lord Castlereagh was at ' Paris, in the year 1818, at the opening of the ses- sion by Louis the Eighteenth — a memorable epoch, and a most striking scene ! I shall never forget the impression made on that occasion by the ap- pearance of General La Fayette ; — it was at the moment when the king, seated on his throne, (the princes of his family on either side, and his '' be- loved peers'" and faithful commons around him,) received the oath of fidelity from all. Each indi- vidual, in his turn, on being called out by name, stretched forth his hand and pronounced " JejureP The emphasis, the petulance (so peculiar to French people in speaking), with which many eagerly and anxiously called out '- Jejure^'' who had made the same vow to every form of power which had suc- cessively followed, was finely contrasted by the calm, and dignified air, and slowly articulated enunciation of La Fayette,— who, of all that vast assemblage, was the one who had never uttered his 132 LORD CASTLEEEAGH. " Jejure,^'' nor pledged himself to the power that was not based in the rights of the people. The moment his name was announced, and he stood forth, the type of all that was purest and best in the greatest revolution that had ever shaken the empires of the earth, a simultaneous murmur burst forth from all parties — proceeding, indeed, from various emotions, but all indicative of the intense interest his striking and venerable appearance excited. As he stood face to face with the king, and, stretching forth his hand, pronounced his vow of fealty to the first constitutional monarch France had ever seen upon the throne, what a sweep of recollections passed over the minds of the specta- tors ! It was at this moment, I perceived the fine head, and pale, impassable countenance of Lord Castlereagh, bearing forward from the diplomatic tribune, in deep observation of the scene. In the scale of humanity, never was there a more striking contrast, than was at this moment exhibited in the persons of the founders of the National Army of France, and the perpetrator of the Union in Ire- land. 133 MEDDLERS. L'Abbe Gagliani says " that mankind are born with a disposition to meddle with other people's affairs ; and that liberty consists in nothing else but the power of indulging the propensity." As a sneer against popular governments, this may be an excellent joke, but it is directly the contrary of truth. The propensity to which men are really predisposed, is that of enjoying the fruits of other men's industry, and of directing the actions of the public towards their own private advantage. The utility of liberty is, that it puts some restraint upon the indulgence of this inclination. The affairs of the nation are the affairs of every one of its mem- bers ; and tyrants and oligarchs are the real inter- lopers in their gestion, whose interference is im- possible, when the guarantees of liberty are perfect. It is, however, quite true, that in free states the 134 MEDDLERS. citizens are disposed to resent any abridgment of another's rights, and to interfere in the concerns of the oppressed, so far as to procure him redress. But every one, thus employed, is really acting for himself, and with the perfect consciousness that he is fighting his own battle. Few of Wilkes''s cotem- poraries either loved or respected him, personally ; but when his rights were attacked by the govern- ment, he represented the people of England ; and the people had the sense and the spirit to force the ministry to desist from their violence. PHILOSOPHY OF GRAMMAR. I ASKED the question, shoidd I say '' every body is gone out only /," or, "only ?ne9''ixnd was an- swered " only I," because '^ only /" means " I alone" — " remain," being understood. Had I used the conjunction "but"" instead of " only," the proper construction wotdd have been PHILOSOPHY OF GRAMMAR. 135 the same, because " but" means " be out," or, in more modern phrase, " I being out of the question." The modern " but," said my informant, represents two distinct words, both imperatives. When it stands for " be out," it is the precise equivalent of '* except," derived from the Latin. Sometimes it is used for the imjierative of an obsolete verb, signifying to add, which is now retained only in the infinitive — *'to boot." Let us look for an in- stance: — here is one in Sir Charles Grandison, which lies open before me. Harriet Byron writes, after some preliminary reflections—" But, why should I torment myself.'' what must be, will." The interpretation of the passage is this ; — to what I have already said, hoot (or, in modern En- glish, add,) this second thought, that what must be, will ; and, therefore, why should I torment myself.''" These two are the only real meanings of that Proteus-like conjunction; and one or other will explain all Johnson's hundred instances, scarcely one of which he understood properly. Johnson's industry was unwearied, but his re- search trifling. Authority, and not analysis, was its object. Authority belonged to his day, inquiry 136 PHILOSOPHY OF GRAMMAR. to ours : so adieu to learning — and hey ! for know- ledge : — a has les savans ! et vive le savoir ' Alas ! it makes one's head ache to look over this grammatical jargon — I wrote my first twenty volumes without much troubling mv head on the subject. But now "the school-master is abroad," that is, he is at home — with me — and my march of intellect goes on without ever budging from the fire-side. " Mo7i voyage autour de ma chemmee^' would not be the least intellectual book I ever wrote. And yet, my dear Mr. Colburn would not give me <£*20 for all the grammar that I may write for the rest of my life; though I rivalled in etymological philosophy *' Tlie Diversions of Purleyr Before I drop grammar, — What a droll pun is that of the grammarian presenting his book to the Academic, after the Duke de ' had advanced his pretensions to be elected one of the guarantc, on the score of his illustrious ancestors. " Je suis ici ijour mon grand-pere" said the duke. " Jc suis id pour ma grammaire," said his ignoble philo- logical competitor. By the by, grammar is the last thing that PHILOSOPHY OF GRAMMAR. 137 should be placed in the hands of children, as containing the most abstract and metaphysical pro- positions, utterly beyond their powers of compre- hension ; putting them to unnecessary torture ; ■giving them the habit of taking words for things, and exercising their memory at the expense of their judgment. But this is the original sin of education, in all its branches. 138 MY VISITING BOOK. " Ce seroit une belle chose que je ne susse vivre qu'avec les gens qui me sont agreables. Mad. De Sevigne. To-day I looked over my visiting book, to clear out for the new year, and to eliminate some of the false and the foolish, who creep into every circle, however exclusive or small : for every body, from a duchess to a dairy-maid, may be exclusive in her own way. Not that I meant to v^^l'vy my proscription to any great extent ; for if I were to admit only the honest and the clever, I might as well shut up shop altogether. There are, how- ever, degrees in all things; and there are some, so falsely false, and so foolishly dull, that principle and patience alike revolt, and so, out they go. But what is to be done with whole incursions from remote provinces, — large families from Bally, courts and castles, when one has a small house ? — -as, for example, Mrs. Botherum of Castle Botherum, Miss Botherum, Miss Anna Maria Botherum, Miss Jemima Matilda Botherum, Miss Honoria, MY VISITING BOOK. 139 and Miss Frances Bother um ! Col. Botherum (of the yeomanry), Mr. Walter York Botherum, Mr. Ernest Augustus, and the Rev. Mortimer Bothe- rum ! Shem, Ham, and Japhet, "a terrible sight ;"■' ■ — and all this, when one has only a reception room, of which the divine Pasta said, the last time she did me the honour to sing in it, ^' On pourra aussi bien clianier dans un Jiacre^' and a boudoir which might be placed on the show-table of a moderately sized London drawing-room : and this, too, with a passion for light as great as the Duchess de C ,* and with lamps that would light up Erebus, and shew the slightest blot in the escut- cheon of the toilette, where every body comes labelled for something. No, this is beyond the acme of human friend- ship ! Ainsi cuit, on aurait mange son ph-e^^ says La Reyniere of his favourite dish ; and there are ridicules in dress, manner, and bearing, which might excuse one's cutting, if not " eating^' one's mother. The want of birth, rank, or fortune, are such mere, such inevitable accidents, such universal liabilities, that nothing above the lowest * Les Veillees dvi Chateau. 140 MY VISITING BOOK. order of intellect, or the most degrading toadyism to the great of all sorts, could stoop to exclude from their society those who, with the exception of such accidental distinctions, possessed every other. But dress and address are within the attainment of every body ; and the man who visits you in the morning in a milk-white waist- coat,* or the woman, who, in the evening, when she is announced, stops to make a curtesy at the door of your drawing-room, must be wholly be- yond the pale of social redemption. Such anomalies are always indicative of mauvais ton ; and mauvais ton is the want of good sense or good company. If, however, the white waistcoat is held out as a flag of singularity by a marked man, why then it becomes a grade in itself, like Jerning- ham's blue stockings, which founded a sect in lite- rature. But since curtesies went out with hoops * I do not mean to say that in the progress of things it may not become perfectly justifiable to wear a white waistcoat in the morn- ing ; or that certain developments of mind, or combinations of cir- cmnstance, may not render it imperative to do so. I go but with my age ; and I appeal to Lord A y, or to my old friend Lord A — n, whether, de 7ios jours, a man who pays a morning visit in a virgin-white Marseilles waistcoat, is admissible within the pale of civilized society. MY VISITING BOOK. 141 and all other grotesque things, the woman who curtesies is lost. She is inaccessible to all improve- ments, and will bring up her children to hate Catholic emancipation, gas, steam, and M'Ada- mised roads; her sons will stick fast by 1688, and her daughters w'dl propagate the family cur- tesy to endless generations. In this respect, we residents are better off than the country ladies who come to their own mansions in the squares, and the " rows," and the '^ places," for the season, and who have the whole country rising en masse to follow, and fill their drawing- rooms, just as they occupy the castle in the country, on the strength of electioneering interests or county politics and jobs. This reconciles one amazingly to the fee-simple proprietorship of a few flower pots in the balcony — the only ierre I could ever call my own. What, however, particularly amused me to-day, was, not my '* mere Irish," nor my " English of the Pale" visitors ; but that, in looking over my list, for the few last years, I found an absolute congress from all parts of the known world ; and that repre- sentatives of the four quarters of the earth had passed through my litde taudis in Kild are-street. 142 I.IY VISITING BOOK. There was Major St. J B , from Madras; Mr. B , from Boston; Captain I , from Calcutta ; Col. T , from Canada ; Sir C. G' - n, from the icebergs of Greenland, and Col. D y, from the Kiosks of Ispahan ; with many more droppers-in from the Ganges, and morning callers from the Ohio. There were, too, the Neri and Bianchi, from Florence ; Imperialists and Nationalists from Lombardy, and Guelphs, Ghibelines, and carbonari, with romanticists and classicists, from all parts of Italy. How prettily these historico-poetical names write down among the O's and the Macs of my " native troops !" the Strozzi, and Frangipani, and Piicci, and Piasasco, and Ugoni and Pozzo, and Cimetelli, and Castiglione, and Pepe — all connected with struggles for liberty, and with illustrations in letters, both in modern and ancient times. Then comes my quota from Spain, canonicos of cathedrals in Madrid, members of the Cortes, deputies to the Pope, and ex-ministers of the constitutional regime; then follow the charming French voltigeurs, — voltlgeurs of nature and the good new times, with their revolutionary names MY VISITING BOOK. 143 and imperial titles, my Dukes of D a and M llo, and the clever Du V r and P y, and Tha rs ; and my German professors, " tru- ants from Gottingen," who come to geologize, and to see Ireland and Dr. Macartney,* and talk of Werner, and Kant, and Goethe . Here, after all, lies the great compensation for the ills which authorship is heir to. It is the delightful privilege of literary notoriety to live in intelligence and communion with those whom, as Humboldt once said to me, " make the fifth part of the world so well worth the other four," the feel- ing and the thinking. This order constitutes the free-masonry of nature, which she has organized to explore her great truths, and to feed the lamp, which, though veiled and shadowed by a succession of errors, still burns, and will continue to burn, eternal as the cause for which it was created. It is the consciousness of a remote reciprocity and silent communion with such gifted individuals * Dr. Slacartney, professor of anatomy in Trinity College, Dublin, one more celebrated abroad than known at home — the common fate of super-eminent talent every where. Dr. Macartney's classes are attended by students from all parts of Europe and America, 144 MY VISITIXG BOOK. that gives the moral courage, even to a female author, to tell those bold truths^ which the base, the sordid, and the corrupt, are interested to deny, The tone of mind and talent of a woman espe- cially fits her to enter into this mystic communion with kindred thinkers spread over the whole world. It belongs to her Jinessc and spirituality, to the feeling and the fancy that breathe over all she writes, thus to open a private intercourse, through the medium of the public press, to waft a sentiment to the pole, and speed a thought to the line — to revive a fading prepossession across the steep Atlantic, and to waken a latent association beyond the Alps ; to direct a sally to Calcutta ; to billet a mot (Tenigme on New York ; and with the air of writing for the world, or the ambition of com- posing for posterity, to feel only the inspiration of an individual influence, and to clear out a cargo of odd and pleasant things by the good ship Sym- pathy, certain of its reaching the destined port and of being deeply prized by the correspondent to whom they are consigned. How many pilgrims has '• Julie" brought to Lausanne, and " Corinne" to Copet, who in this marching age have directed MY VISITING BOO a. 145 their movements to our " Ultima Irelande,^'' to visit its natural wonders ; and who have made a station on their route, to drop a bead, and tell an avc, at the cell of one, whose zeal (if not her works) has entitled her to some consideration from the liberal and the free. When so many delightful spirits are abroad, who would not be always " at Jiome,'''' to receive them ? Alas, for the home ! — the native home, that owes its charm, not to com- patriot sympathy, or liberality, or genius, but to those " Posters by the sea and land," who bring the intellect of Europe along with them, to shame our insular ignorance and bigotted pre- judices. If I had not taken this glance at my little vi- siting book, I should have had a solace the less to con- sole me for the privations and sacrifices, which all who live in Ireland, from motives of private affec- tion or public principle, must endure. There, the peaceable enjoyments and courtesies of life, its dis- tinctions and its honours, are for a casfe ; while, for all others, are reserved proscription or per- VOL. I. H 146 MY VISITING BOOK. secution .'—the calumnies of a ribald press ; and the contemptuous neglect, or (what is worse) the supercilious notice of that antinational class, which is alike insensible to genius and suspicious of pa- triotism. Among the great, the incalculable benefits to be conferred on Ireland by Catholic Emancipa- tion, that of bettering the condition of private society, will not be the least valuable. Great rights and advantages come remotely and at intervals, to brighten, benefit, and improve the land to which they are granted ; not so, the days, and hours, and minutes, that go to make up that existence, upon which a " long account of hatc'^ between the op- pressor and the oppressed has shed its bitter venom ! What minute details of persecution ! — what petty guerilla warfare, carried on from house to house, and street to street, in which no sex is spared — no virtues are a defence ! — ^no talent forms a claim to compatriot respect ! yet such has been the state of society in the most social of all countries for more than half a century ! Should that act of common justice and common sense ever pass into a law — the act for removing Catholic disabilities, Ireland may still become one of the most liveable places in the MY VISITING BOOK. 147 empire. For there are still to be found in the native land of Swift, Goldsmith, Sterne, Sheridan, Burke, Grattan, Canning, and Moore, all the ele- ments which tend to brighten and illuminate the happiest circles. The temperament of the nation is essentially mercurial, prone to social enjoyment, affectionate, humorous, and pleasure-loving: and when the removal of those atrocious distinctions, which have so long spread dissension, and occupied the national mind with national grievances, shall leave the genius of the people to its fair and rational play, it may be prophecied that the capital of Ire- land will become one of the most agreeable, if not the most important, of European cities. Under such auspices, how delightful to open a visiting book, in which the names of all who are now divided into parties, sects, and factions, shall be found, without recalling one unpleasant association — and when (no longer indebted for all social, all intellectual enjoyments to the foreign visitor from happier and more enlightened lands), we shall feel and own, " Our first, best country, ever is at home." h2 148 FOREIGN VISITORS. "Point de rose sans ^pine." Oh ! — parexemple, — here comes a pretty commen- tary on the above text — a paragraph from some of the ribald journals which it would be polkition to name. It hab just been sent me enclosed in an anonymous letter ; for I have always some " good-natured friend," (as Sir Peter Teazle says) who furnishes me with abuse of myself, from those newspapers which I should deem it an act of the highest immorality to let into my house. I never, by the bye, could understand the logic of those, who, professing to detest calumny, and to abhor slander, still think it no delinquency to read and to purchase the journals which exist but by their propagation. To add to the revenue of such a speculation, is to become a participator in its cri- minality ; for if every one who disdains to be him- self guilty of falsehood, would refrain from buying it, ready-made to his hand, such disgraces FOREIGN VISITORS. 149 to the free press of the empire would be abolished more effectually than by all the restrictive laws and prosecutions for libels in the world. Here is the paragraph alluded to : — "LADY MORGAN AND THE AMERICANS. " The following anecdote, in every way good, is quoted by the Yankee from the Boston Literary Gazette: — - " It was about two o'clock, p. m. when I stopped at the door of Sir Charles Morgan, Kildare Street, Dublin. I inquired for Lady M., to whom I had a letter of introduction. I was shown by the servant into a library, and while waiting for her ladyship, had an opportunity to survey the apart- ment. The upper regions displayed rich rows of books, in all the modern languages, and among them several of Lady Morgan's works, in French, Italian, and German. The lower parts of the room exhibited a piano, a harp, and a Spanish guitar, v.'ith a profusion of songs scattered up and down. There were two writing-tables, a small cabinet of minerals in a glass case, and a collec- tion of beautiful shells, also in a glass case. 150 FOREIGN VISITORS. Several small pictures occupied the spaces on the wall, and cameos, intaglios, medals, and other curiosities, adorned the mantel-piece. There was an air of negligence about the room, but it seemed to declare that the inhabitant of it had made every department of nature and art tributary to her pleasure." " But 'tis my design To note the chamber — I will write all down — Such, and such, pictures — there the window !" &c. Cymbeline. Oh ! that the inventory had stopped there ! — For the furniture, pass ! (though 1 deny the glass case — I have a total antipathy to glass cases) ; but the coming to personals, as in the following cata- logue raisonnee of beauties wanting, of charms " absent without leave'''' — this is really " too bad." But the Yankee goes on, and so here I am, (not in kit-kat) as sketched '* at 2 o'clock, p.m." by my American visitor — who, after *' noting the chamber," thus writes down — its mistress, uncon- scious as was Imogen of her midnight visitor, and as little suspecting to what sort of a limner she was sitting for her portrait, when she received this " Yankee from Boston :'' FOREIGN VISITORS. 151 " At length Lady Morgan entered. She was short, with a broad face, blue, inexpressive eyes, and seemed, if such a thing may be named, about forty years of age. Her personal appearance is far from handsome — ^it is not even striking. There was an evident affectation of Parisian taste in her dress and manner." I appeal ! — I appeal from this Caravaggio of Boston to the Titian of his age and country — I appeal to you, Sir Thomas Lawrence! — would you have painted a short, squat, broad-faced, inex- pressive, affected, Frenchified, Greenland-seaUlike lady of any age ? Would any money have tempted you to profane your immortal pencil, con- secrated by nature to the Graces, by devoting its magic to such a model as this described by the Yankee artist of the " Boston Literary .?"" And yet you did paint the picture of this Lapland Venus — this impersonation of a Dublin Bay cod-fish — this pendant to Hogarth's Poissarde at the gates of Calais, who bears so striking a resemblance to the maiden ray she exhibits for sale. What is more, you painted it of your own free will and choice — gratuitously, and that too when 152 FOREIGN VISITORS. rival Duchesses were contending for the honour of reaching posterity, through your agency, with the beauties of Vandyke and the belles of Lely, all ready and willing to remunerate, with princely munificence, the talent, " whose price is beyond rubies." Well, r appeal from the portrait drawn by the Yankee to yours ; ''^ et je m'en trouverai Men." Gladly do I " sweeten my imagination" by the recol- lection of those times of youth, and gaiety, and splendour, in which, associated under the same roof, I sat for, and you sketched that picture, thus by contrast recalled to my recollection ! I remem- ber a minister of state cracking jokes on one side of the table on which you were drawing, a royal princess * suggesting hints, on the other, the Roscius of the age stalking up and down the room with the strides of Macbeth, and the look of Coriolanus, and half the beauties of future galle- ries and collections, fluttering round the exclusive patent-giver of eternal loveliness. Alas ! no one could have said that I was "forty" then; and "this is the cruellest cut of all !" — Woman, the most * Her late Majesty Queen Caroline. FOREIGN VISITOllS. 153 enduring of created beings, will bear any thing but that. Had it been thirty-nine, or fifty !— thirty- nine is still under the mark, and fifty so far beyond it, so hopeless, such a " lasciar speranze voi che intrate ;" — but forty ! — " Take any form but thai, And my firm nerves will never tremble " — • the critical age — the Rubicon — I cannot, will not dwell on it. But oh ! America ! — land of my devotion and my idolatry — is it from you the blow has come ? Let Quarterlys and Blackwoods libel — but the "Boston Literary !"—'• £i5 tu Brute T My visitor from Boston " 52 o'clock, p. m."" proceeds to give an account of my conversation, as •accurately and minutely as he did the details of my house, person, and age. Having made the general remark, that "it was full of spirit and frankness," he goes on to betray to the public the confidential communications I made to him on the occasion of this his first and last visit. These amounted simply to my abusing America and Washington Irving without measure, and it ap- pears without motive, except to please my Boston visitor, who agreed with me in both instances. H 3 154 FOREIGN VISITORS. This was being ' frank and spirited ' with a ven- geance ! Now, I here openly, frankly, and spiritedly publish my protocol to the city of Boston, re- quiring of the Bostonians, that they give me up this morning visitor, '' at 2 o'clock, p. m." — this lachimo of literary salons — this positive denun- ciator of the certain age of ladies who wish their age to remain uncertain — this portrait painter en large, who calls little ' short ' and round, ' broad,' and who " Ne'er can any lustre see In eyes that do not smile on me" — — himself — this violator of confidences made on the occasion of a first visit ! — this Zoilus of the toilette and Yankee ' courier des dames ,•' I require the Bostonians, by their gallantry and their liberalism, their love of liberty and of the ladies, that they first catch me this backwoods- man, and then leave me to dress him ! — But 'tis a threat thrown away— I do not, I will not believe that an American could thus violate all principle of courtesy, gallantry, hospitality, and truth. I have received persons from all parts of the United FOREIGN VISITORS. 155 States within the last eight years. I find on my visiting list the names of two gentlemen from Boston, who have frequented my house within the last two years, neither of whom could have commit- ted such an act. I have not been wanting in the rites of hospitality to any one who has borne the name of an American. I honour the great cause of liberty, in the persons of those to whose fathers the world stands indebted for the greatest rally that ever was made round her standard ; and " I guess " that if there is one recreant Ame- rican (American by the accident of birth) capable of such conduct as my Bostonian visitor " at 2 o'clock, F. M." has exhibited, the " whole order of gentlemen in America" would disown this Arnold of private society, as they did the political traitor, who dishonoured the region of freedom, by claim- ing it as his country.* * Having received the proof sheet of the above little entry, (made in mere gaiete de coeur into my ledger,) at a moment when I am surround&d by an absolute congress of the United States, presented to me by my illustrious friend, General La Fayette, I take the opportunity to say, that they deny all knowledge of the journal in question, further than such a publication had lived and died witliin a few weeks, and was edited by a person bearing an Irish name, a writer for Blackwood's Magazine. 156 IRISH UNION. Twenty thousand pounds defeated theopposition to the Scotch union — a sum barely sufficient to stop the eloquent patriotism of a single voter, when Lord Castlereagh sold Ireland, " wholesale, retail, and for exportation."" Who will say that the Irish are not a civilized people ? HUMAN MACHINERY. DuGALD Stewart, in reference to the hmited circle of jests, fables, and tales, which occur in the literature of all nations, is *' almost tempted to suppose, that human invention is hmited, like a barrel organ, to a specific number of tunes."* The number of our wants and desires, and conse- quently of the modes of social relation, being fixed, * First Dissertation to tlic Encyclopedia. SUICIDE. 157 the combinations of thought to which they give rise, must be fixed also. The number of these elements being small, the primary combinations of idea to which they give rise, must be nearly alike in all nations. The fact is indisputable ; and it leads to very serious consequences against the doc- trine of free-will. SUICIDE. The love of life is the strongest of all human passions. To what end then, do we question the lawfulness of suicide? Where a law has no penal sanction, it is a dead letter : and he who dares to die, is beyond the reach of all penal influence. Suicide may be matter for religious discussion, but it is no subject for jurisprudence. 158 EXTERNAL EXISTENCE. There never was so egregious a piece of pedan- tic nonsense, as the dispute againt the reahty of the externa] world. We cannot, it is said, prove the fact ; but to prove a proposition means, to render it evident to the senses — nothing more. The last ap- peal in all disputes is to sensation. Even the abstract truths of numbers depend on simple facts, cognizable by the eye and the touch. It is, therefore, a gross misapplication of language to attempt the further proof of what is already felt. No sophism, how- ever difficult of detection, can supersede the sen- sible conviction of external reality ; and Berkeley himself did not run his head against a post. The theory of this divine, adopted for the pur- poses of religious theory, leads at once to atheism. We believe in God, as the necessary creator of the world ; but the idealist has no ground for believing any other existence than his own mind. Such meta- ECLECTICS. 159 physics are the boast of the class, who while they refuse education to the people, have the hardihood to deny the capability of the poor man to under- stand his own affairs. When did the most bar- barous ignorance ever fall into such mistakes, as this product of misapplied learning ? ECLECTICS. Eclectics, in philosophy, are for the most part les derni-esprils , who are incapable of viewing facts in their wholeness; just as the eclectics in politics are they who want the honesty to be quite pure, and the courage to be quite rogues. Such persons make systems from inconsistent scraps, taken from discordant philosophy, with the same taste as the architects of the middle ages erected barbarous edifices with the beautiful fragments of antiquity. 160 ATTITUDES OF GRIEF. Mr. Shandy's observation, that grief always seeks a horizontal position, passes for a good joke ; it happens, however, to be good philosophy. Grief, by exhausting the vital powers, renders an upright position irksome and painful. Who that has left or lost the object he loves, but has felt the necessity of a drooping head upon folded arm5 ; or the solace of a total prostration of form ? Under the terrible inflictions of all master griefs, the physical and moral forces go together. For who can dissolve that mysterious union, of which so much is said, so little known, and on which for saying anything, so many have been ridiculed as spiritualists, or burnt as materialists ? Man is not to be led to inquiry, with impunity. Those who so liberally reward the impostor, never fail to persecute the teacher ; and while they swallow every falsehood and fable, most injurious to their ATTITUDES OF GRIEF. 161 true interests and well being, with undoubting confidence, they oppose and impede every noble enterprise, and every beneficial discovery in the range of moral and physical science. It probably arises from the acute, though not very durable sensibility of southern countries, that on the occasions of heavy suffering, the afflicted sinic at once into the utter helplessness of a pros- trate attitude. That which nature inspired as a relief, pride soon converted into a ceremony. As soon as the death of a near friend occurred, in any of the royal, noble, or even gentle-blooded fami- lies of the continent, tlie nearest relative, in former times, went to bed. There he re- mained, or was supposed to remain, a certain num- ber of weeks, days, or hours, according to the rank of the person lamented, until the visits of condolence were over, and grief, regulated by etiquette, was permitted to pause, or throw off " its weiffht of woe." From the fifteenth to the seventeenth century, every item in the chambers and toilette of royal affliction, was prescribed by authority. One of the most curious pictures extant of this red-book sensibility of our ancestors, which 162 ATTITUDES OF GRIEF. seems upon a par with their " wisdom," is to be found in a very old and amusing French work, " Les Honneurs de la Cour,''' written by Alienor de Poitiers, Viscountesse de Fumes, a lady of the Court of the Due de Bourgogne, in 1469. In her chapter upon royal mourning, or (in her own charming old French,) " Sio' le deuil que touttes les princesses et autres devoient porter pour leurs maris, peres, meres, et pai-ens,"" observes, that a queen of France must remain one year in the chamber, where she first receives the news of her husband's death ; and every body knows, " chaquin doiht scavoir^'' that the chambers, halls, &c., of the widowed queen must be hung and covered with a black cloth. A picture is always well worth a dozen descrip- tions, and the picture of the mourning of the Princess de Charolois, for her father, the Duke de Bourbon, is well worth transcribing. *' Son pere estoit trepasse : incontinent qu'elle sceut la mort, elle demeura en sa chambre six semaines, est estoit toujours couchee sur un lict convert de drap blancq de toille, et appuyee d'oreillers : mais elle avait mit sa barbette, son manteau, et chapperon lesquels estoient fourrez de ATTITUDES OF GRIEF. 163 menuvair, et avait le dit manteau une longue queue, aux bords devant le chapperon une paulme de large, le menuvair (c"'est a sea voir le gris) estoit crespe dehors. La chambre estoit toutte tendue de drap noir, et en bas, un grand drap noir, en lieu de tapis velu, et devant la dicte chambre ou Madame se tenoit y avoit une autre grand chambre ou salle pareillement tendue de drap noir. Quand Madame estoit en son particulier, elle n'estoit point toujours couchee, ni en une chambre."* While, however, princesses were obliged to weep for six weeks in black rooms, on state beds, the banneresses (or peeresses) were only required to shed their obedient tears and lie in bed for nine day»— a very fair proportion of sensibility, between the ranks of the parties. But though it was not * Her father was dead ; and as soon as she heard the nevre, she shut herself up in her chamber for six weeks, remaining constantly upon a bed covered with white linen, and resting on pillows. She wore her stomacher, her cloak, and hood, which were lined with minever, and the said cloak had a long train ; and at the borders, and before the hood, for the breadth of a palm, the minever was curled outwards. The chamber was hung with black cloth in the place of tapestry, and before this chamber was another great cham- ber, or hall, likewise hung with black. While Madame was alone, she did not remain on the bed, or confined to one room." 164' ATTITUDES OF GRIEF. required that they should he on their bed of sorrow as long as royal mourners, it was ordained that they should sit in front of their beds, for the remnant of their six weeks, " upon a piece of black cloth." *' Les banneresses ne doibvent estre que noeuf jours sur le lict, pour pere ou mere ; et le surplus des six semaines, assises devant leur lict, sur un grand drap noir, mais, pour maris, elle doibvent coucher six semaines." A strict observance of pompous ceremonies, in na- tions as in individuals, is a proof of stagnant intellect. None but the vain, the idle, and the useless, can afford the leisure necessary to enact such pageants. The great, therefore, have always been the grand conservators of such abuses of time, taste, and good sense. In England, the old Duchess of Northum- berland, — in Ireland, the grandmother of the pre- sent Marquis of Ormond, — were the last ladies of quality who appeared with a running footman. Towards the middle of the seventeenth century, the French people, energized by the civil dissensions of the League and the Fronde, had made a consider- ATTITUDES OF (iRIEF. 165 able progress in Intellect and literature. It was the middle class which produced nearly all the genius that has given to the gorgeous reign of Louis XIV. the character of an Augustan age. Corneille, Racine, Moliere, La Bruyere, La Fontaine, Boileau, &c. &c., were all men of the people. But while the middle class, unimpeded by forms, and unoccupied by ceremonies, were directing the national intellect towards science, literature, and the arts, the court and the aristocracy, stopping short with the past age, remained devoted to the observances of all the idle forms indissolubly mixed up with their exclusive privileges ; and, ignorant of books, they were still deeply " studied in sad ostent," in court calendars of ancient ceremonies " authorized by their grandams." The barbarous forms, ceremonies, and obser- vances of the fifteenth century were in full operation in the court of Louis XIV, and are recorded with the same unction by Dangeau, as by the Dame Alienor of Poictiers. In a work, which says more for the necessity of the French Revolution, and its inevitability, than all that Jacobinism ever preaclied from the 166 ATTITUDES OF GRIEF. tribune, or fulminated from the press, — he relates circumstantially all the ceremonies observed on the death of the Dauphin, and the prescribed forms of grief strictly adhered to by the royal widow. Even the Princesses of the blood, it appears, were still obliged to grieve in bed. ^^ Madame la Duchesse (says Dangeau) repd les comjplimens sur la mort tie M. le Due ; elle etait sur son lit et en chaperon, qni est un hahillement des princesses du sang, quand elle recevoient en ceremonie les compli- mens sur la mort de leurs maris.''''* What a charming picture Madame de Sevigne has left on record of the manner in which the Duchesse de Longueville received " les visites de doleamces," on the death of her gallant son the Count de St. Pol. — One is absolutely seated within the JRuelle, and gazing on those beautiful eyes, steeped in tears of maternal despondency, which once nearly brought the Due de la Rochefoucauld to the scaf- fold. Even that anti-sentimental Princess, La grande Mademoiselle, takes her despair to heart on * " The duchess received compliments of condolence on the death of the Duke. She was on a bed, and in her hood, which is the dress of princesses of the blood, when they receive in state the compliments on the death of their husbands." ATTITUDES OF GRIEF. 167 the loss of her lord, and receives the visits of con- dolence paid her by her friends, on the king's breaking off her marriage with De Lauzun, as she must have received them had she become his widow. The origin of the form lies in nature — its absur- dities are peculiar to despotic governments, where all is form, and where kings themselves, as the Spanish ambassador said, '^are but ceremonies." The governments that belong to constitutional institutions are not thrown upon the conservation of such barbarous etiquettes ; and if English queens and princesses are not obliged to weep for their near relations in bed for six weeks, for the amusement of a crowded and idle court, they proba- bly owe to Magna Charta the liberty of mourning how they please, as long as they please — or of not weeping at all, if they please not to weep. At the epoch of the French Revolution, the forms of the court of France were virtually as barbarous as those of the court of the Due de Bourgogne in the fifteenth century ; and the description left on record by Madame Campan of the queen's receiving the " chemise^'' is in- finitely more indecent, and quite as barbarous. 168 RELIGIOUS DIABOLISM. as any thing recited by Dame Alienor de Poictiers, of her ^'•princesses, comtesses, et mitres grandes dameSy'' or by Dangeau in his punctilious record of the ceremonious absurdities of Versailles and the Tuileries in the time of Louis the XlVth, and the Pere de la Chaise. By the bye, I have a whole chapter to write upon beds, sofas, canapes, ruelles, tabourets, lits de repos, &c. &c. &c. &c. — and a most philoso- phical chapter it will be. RELIGIOUS DIABOLISM. Le Comte de Segur observes, " Si Dieu a Jait rhontmc a son image, lliomme le lui a Men rendu.'''' Reason leads to the discovery of the divine attributes as pure abstractions ; but as no man can rise to the conception of higher prin- ciples of action, than those of which he is himself conscious, when fools or impostors throw the divinity into action, they necessarily impart to their idea something of their own weakness and infir- mities. Let the creed of any sect be as pure and as elevated as it may, the mass of bigots, hypocrites, /i.nd mal-organized beings among its KELIGIOUS DIABOLISM. 169 professors, inevitably end in worshipping a demon. They may continue to call the idol of this fabrica- tion, the reflection of their own vices and follies, "most wise, or most merciful," &c., &c. but they attribute to their fearful phantom, their own hateful passions and narrow views : and the result is a being, just so much worse than themselves, as he is more powerful and more uncontrolled. Such is the origin of religious diabolism — for an illustra- tion of which see the self-tormenting sects of India, who preach a doctrine of perpetual suffering and bodily anguish, as being most pleasing to the God of ail good. See, too, the gloomy Calvinists, and long- faced sectarians, and the dark preachers of sacrifice all over the world. Between the religion of love and fear, what a difference ! It is that beautiful traditional picture of the human divinity, the Ecce Homo of Carlo Dolce, opposed to the grim and gaunt idol of the pagodas of the unhappy Hin- doos. VOL. 1. 170 FETES, PARTIES, AND SOIREES. What a terrible thing it is to give a party in Dublin ! " Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." It is no joke even in London, where every thing is to be hired, from the chairs to the company ; where " society to let," has been a sign set up by more than one leader of ton^ ready to fill the house of any Mrs. Thompson, or Mrs. Johnson, ujaon the understood terms of no meddling on the part of the hostess, and no obligation to make a due return on the part of the guests. What is strange in all this toil of pleasure is, that not only the good sort of people have a great deal to do, in getting up a party, but that the great themselves, (such of the great as do not live in the " houses," modelled on a French hotel,) have nearly as much trouble to make " ample room and verge enough" to sufFo- FETES, PARTIES, AND SOIREES. 171 cate their friends commodiously, as the twaddles in Bloomsbury, the tabbies of Flnsbury, or the dwellers in any other terra-incognita of Mr. Croker's topographical map of fashion. I once caught a certain "bonnie duchess,"" up to her eyes in lamps and loungers, garlands and wax lights, and the i*est of the materiel for a party, an hour before the throwing open of her rooms to that " world," which her talent and pleasantry so long governed and cheered. As I was a Missy, her good-natured grace had bid me come very early, that she might see how I was dressed : for she took a kind interest in me, for no other rea- son, that I know of, except that I stood in need of it. Early, therefore, I went, but so early, that all the behind-the-scenes bustle was still in its fullest activity. The Duchess of then resided in Lord A — sfs house, which afforded quarters much too circumscribed to hold her legions of fashion ; and all her ingenuity was applied, in order ta make crushing room for five hundred particular friends. What a hurry-scurry ! footmen, still in their jackets, running about with lights to I 2 172 FETES, PARTIES, AViD SOIREES. place and replace, like the clerical scene shifters in iSanta Maria Maggiore at Rome, on a Christmas- eve, — the porter, half-liveried, the page half be- dizened, and the French femme-de-chambre, with her hands in the pocket of her silk apron, chatter- ing to every body, and helping nobody ! All this was very striking, but very comfortless ; sol sauntered out of one room into another, and had just drawn near to the only fire I met with in the suite^^hen aloud hammering behind me induced me to look back ; and there, mounted on a step-ladder, stood a bulky, elderly lady, in a dimity wrapper, and a round-eared cap, knocking up a garland of laurel over the picture of some great captain of that day, military or political, (I forget which,) while an argand lamp burned brightly before it, — a votive offering to the idol of the moment ! As I took the elderly lady for a housekeeper, I asl'S, homme tres-aimahle , et tajit soH peu dangereux."* Like all men of the temperament which goes to the * '' A great politician, and something of a libertine , — for the rest, an amiable man, but perhaps a little dangerous." CARDINAL GONSALVI. 215 higliest order of genius, the Cardinal Gonsalvi was essentially liberal. What is called liberality is so purely the power of seeing clearly, and j udging saga- ciously, concerning the actual state of society— its wants, and its means — that able men must be liberal men, sooner or later. The ablest will not wait for the pressure of exigencies. There is something in the nerve, and sinew, and circulation of a man of genius, that forces him on with the age, and leaves him no power of election. Whenever the impulse is crossed or diverted by some private interest, some personal ambition, or individual view, his great career is checked. The '■^ En avant T of General Buonaparte was the true star of his glory — the re- turn, the retrogradation to old systems and oldforms, was the destruction of the emperor ! His alliance with the Gothic fabric of Hapsburg was the fatal conjunction that mouldered his new-raised fortunes to the dust. It was the baneful influence of the same iticubus of illiberality and despotism which turned Gonsalvi from his high destiny, and made him a dependant, when he should have been a leader. Still, before he caught a view of the papal throne, through the power of Austrian 216 CARDINAL GONSALVI. agency, he was so open, so bold in his expression of liberal opinions, not only in temporal but spiritual concerns, that he was suspected of being a member of some of those secret societies which (like the secret tribunal of old,) made even power tremble in its strongest fortress. By some, he was called the Cardinal Carhonaro ; and il giacohmo and tl radicale were names publicly bestowed on one who soon silenced all imputations, by permitting the dungeons of the Papal State to be filled with the victims of that terrible political re-action, which followed close upon the restoration effected by the Holy Alliance. Gonsalvi was, however, eminently superior to the time and persons under whose influence and power he acted ; and his private agency and personal feelings were in perpetual opposition to the public part which, as first minister to Pope Pius the Seventh, he was obliged to act. Had he flourished in remoter times, he would have made a splendid Pope ! — a something between Leo the Tenth and Ganganelli — showy, sumptuous and gallant as the first — lettered, liberal, and astute as the latter. As it was, he was chained to the fortunes CARDINAL GONSALVI. 217 of his friend, the reigning pontiff — involved in a sort of inevitable dependence upon the dull des- potism of Austria, and always en butte to the in- trigues of the illiberal, and to the bigotry of the Conclave. Thus ciicurastanced, he had a part of infinite difficulty to perform. Had he been honest, he would have thrown it up; but he was a churchman, and, in his spiritual ambition, pretre avant tout. Still, so little did Gonsalvi participate in the cagoterie of his class or order — so little was he bound by prejudice or predilec- tion to the ordinances of the church, that (like the archbishop of Taranto) he was opposed to the celibacy of the priesthood; and he sug- gested to Buonaparte, that, should the French government demand the liberty of marriage for the ministers of the Galilean church, the court of Rome would not make any objection. " Puree que'''' (to use his own words) " ce tCetait qtCun point de discipline."* Buonaparte agreed with him on the advantage of such an innovation ; and said that if " " Because it was but a point of discipline." VOL. I. L 218 CARDINAL GONSALVI. he did not urge the pouit, it was simply because he would not give the collets-montes of the Fau- bourg St. Germain a pretence for calling the pope an heretic. The proposition and the rejoinder were curious and characteristic. Here, then, was a cardinal out of the " common roU" of cardinals ; and I went to Rome, desirous, but hopeless, of knowing him : for it was reported that he had ceased to hold assemblies, or to go to them, and that he was living in official retirement. So I con- soled myself with Cardinal Fesch, who was all good humour and good nature ; and who allowed me to rummage about his most interesting palace, and admire his gallery and his pontifical toilette — his pictures by Raphael, and his point-laces, enough to make the mouths of Empresses water. One fine Roman winter morning — (they very much resemble a summer''s day in Ireland) — the Duchess of Devonshire called on me, and, sans preambulef announced the Cardinal Gonsalvi's desire to make ray acquaintance : but, though the duchess did not say as much, I saw there was some little difficulty about the where and the how of CARDINAL GONSALVI. 219 this introduction. The cardinal was a minister of state, and I was (" audacious httle worm l") the author of " France !" It was, therefore, rather a delicate matter for him to^give me rendez-vous any where on this side the Styx. The Duchess, how- ever, said she would let me know on the following day ; and I received the following note, in answer to one I had sent with an inscription on a Ro- man brick, which I found in the well-known excavation, made by her grace round the column Phocas : — '^ My dear Madam, '* I am not an Irishwoman ; but I admire Irish talent and imagination, and we are certainly in- debted to you for enabling us to judge of them. I return the stone, or brick, with all the rights that I might have to it, and am flattered by the in- scription.* I also send you the edition of the Fifth Satire of Horace, and am truly gratified by your praise of it. If you will go to the Quirinal chapel on Thursday, I shall have an opportunity of pre- * A few lines written by the author, who had supposed the daughter of the Bishop of Deny to have bee^ an Irishwoman. l2 220 CARDINAL GONSALVI. senting you to Cardinal Gonsalvi. I shall go about eleven. " Pray believe me very much yours, •' Elizabeth Devonshire." " If you wish to go to the chapel to-morrow, (Thursday,) I will call for you a little before eleven, and for Sir Charles also. If the Cardinal stops to speak to me, I shall present you, &c. &c." 1 forget what was the gra7ide ceremonie cele- brated on the abovementioned day at the Quirinal ; but it was oneof singular magnificence. The Duchess of Devonshire had the privilege of places devoted to the families of the Cardinals, and we commanded a full view of that splendid church, which, like the Temple of the Sun, whose site it occupies, was all light, lustre, and effulgence. The central nave was thronged with the dignitaries of the church, in grand costume, abbots, priors, and monsig- nori — " Black spirits and white, blue spirits and grey." The tribunes were filled with representatives of the beauty and fashion of Europe, from the CARDINAL GONSALVI. 221 Niemen to the Thames. The pope was on his throne; the conclave sat beneath him, in vest- ments of eastern amplitude and splendour ; while at their feet were ranged their humble caudatori. The pope pontificated ; and when the censers had flung their odours on the air, and the loud hosannas had ceased to peal, a procession began, which was one of the most imposing I ever beheld. The pope, borne aloft on his moveable throne, and on the necks of his servants, appeared like some idol of pagan wor- ship. The members of the conclave, two by two, followed; their trains of violet velvet, held up by the caudatori. The whole spectacle passed on, and, half way down the great vestibule which precedes the chapel, disappeared among its lofty and massive columns. The Cardinal Secretary then broke off from the line of march, and joined us, as we stood under the shadow of a pillar. The presentation was as unceremonious, as the conversation which ensued was pleasant, easy, and spirituel. We talked of France, and the persons we mutually knew there ; and I saw that there was a playful attempt to draw me out on the subject of Rome and the actual order of things in Italy, more 222 CARDINAL GONSALVI. flattering than fair, and which I parried as well as I could. Before we parted, he proposed, with great politeness, calling on us the following day ; but, as we were lodged (as were many of our betters) cm vingt-cinquieme, I declined the honor till after our return from Naples. Cardinal Gonsalvi conversed in French like a Parisian, and his phrases were epigrammatic and well turned. As we stood in the partial shadow of one of the great columns, with some streaks of bright light falling from a high window on the rich robes and diamond buckles of his eminence, I was struck by the oddity of the group. The fine figure and countenance, and magnificent costume of the Roman Cardinal, — the sybil air and look of the British peeress, whose tall, slight form, wrapt in a black velvet mantle, sur- mounted by a black hat, and one sweeping feather, such as Rubens would have delighted to copy, — and my own " Little Red-riding-hood" appearance (as Irish as if I had never left the banks of the Liffey) — and again, the true impersonation of all that is most English in physiognomy and tournure in my Eng- lish husband — it was a picture to fill the canvas of a Callot or a Caravaggio ! What was most oddin FRENCH POETRY. 223 all this, was the conjunction of personages so ap- parently incongruous. This could not have hap- pened fifty years back. What effected it now? The *' march of intellect !" with its seven-league boots, like those of the Marquis of Carabas ! Ochone ! a little wild Irish woman to march from the banks of the Bog of Allan, to hold a colloquy sublime on the banks of the Tiber, on the Mons Quirinalis, with a Roman Cardinal. — That is a march with a vengeance ! FRENCH POETRY. " Every body," says sturdy Johnson, " has a right to say what he likes, and every body has a right to knock him down for it ;" — a canon of criticism, of which the disputants of our days have not been slow to avail themselves. As far, at least, as a virtual and constructive knock-down blow is concerned, it is the favourite syllogism of reviewers, pamphleteers, and parliamentary orators. For my own part, I have always said what I liked, and I have been knocked down for it pretty often, from Pontius to Pilate ; that is, from Gifford to Croly- 224 FRENCH POETRY. I am rather popular, I flatter myself, in France ; and yet the French have never pardoned my scepticism with respect to the unrivalled poetical merits ofliacine ; and they have not always sparred witli the gloves on, in their application of the Johnsonian maxim to my case. Still I say, that Racine is no poet, according to our northern ideas of poetry. The French are too apt to mistake rhymes and rhetoric for poetry. A French gentle- man, in speaking of a young Parisian Sappho, said to me, the other day, " Elle fait des vers comnie un ange f* Making verses, however, is not writing poetry ; and the very phraseology de- monstrates a rooted difference in the ideas of the two nations on the subject. Generally speaking, Frencli poetry is but metrical prose. Stripped of its rhymes, and released from the ties of measure, there is little in it of that imagery, in which we imagine poetry to consist. I should say, in my ignorance, that Beranger is the truest living poet of his country. His writings are in character with the genius, and language, and temperament of his nation, which is essentially witty, intellectual, * '< She makes verses like an angel," FRENCH POETRY. 225 full of philosophy and thought ; and I would rather have written one verse of one of his delightful patriotic songs, than a whole volume of Henriades and Jar dins. It is no bad compliment to a nation, to say that it is not poetical. The finest poets have flourished in the most barbarous times. When the people know nothing, they are thrown upon the exaggera- tions of fancy ; and the poverty of a language is among the most pregnant occasions of poetical diction. Homer, Hesiod, David, Ossian, Dante, Chaucer, are among the greatest poets extant ; yet, in what times did they write ! The structure of the French language, also, with its mute vowels, surrounds the mere fabric of verse with such diffi- culties, as are only to be conquered by a laborious study. The nation, therefore, is more struck by the merit of style, than of matter ; and the habits of the Parisians are so alien from all acquaintance with nature — so tied down to conventional notions and feelings, that a Schiller or a Shakspeare would not be understood by them. Above all, the dread of ridicule, the predominant vice of the French morale, effectually prevents an indulgence in those L 3 226 IDLENESS OF GENIUS. elans of sentiment, without which genuine poetry, in the English sense of the word, cannot exist. The fact is, that the standard of excellence is not the same in London and Paris ; and international criticism is pretty much the dispute of the two knights, respecting the colour of the shield, of which they did not see the same side. IDLENESS OF GENIUS. I SAID, not long since, to Mr. ***, " Nobody tolerates, or even likes, a thorough-going, genuine, conscious coxcomb, more than I do — one who has taken up the profession coolly and deliberately, like the Brummels, &c. &c. of old. But I cannot stand your friend : he is such a dull dandy, and nothing but a dandy." **• No, I assure you," was the reply ; " he is by no means deficient. He has, on the contrary, con- siderable talent ; but he is so indolent. How often do you see great talents rendered inefficient by in- dolence!" " Yes, you do," I said ; " it is a pity." But, IDLENESS OF GENIUS. 227 suddenly struck with the absurdity, T observed, *' What nonsense we are talking. One goes on for ever repeating common places, without reflection. You know, as well as I do, that great talents and indolence are physically incompatible. Vitality, or all-aliveness — energy, activity, are the great elements of what we call talents." The idleness of genius is a mere platitude. Bacon, Shakspeare, Milton, Voltaire, Newton, all who have enlightened and benefitted the world, have been no less remarkable for their labour, than for their genius. Physical activity may exist without mind ; but the man of talent cannot be idle, even though he desire it ; he is mastered by his moral energy, and pushed into activity, whether he will or not. I know not a better instance of the industry and energy of talent, than my friend Shiel. A leader of the great national army of the disqualified, and obliged to a perpetual study and practice of the tac- tics of defence and ofi'ence — a lawyer of considerable business — an orator, standing alone, not only in his own country, where so many are eloquent, but in his age and in Europe — a dramatic writer, long ranked among the first of his day, — he adds to these 228 IDLENESS OF GENIUS. sources of occupation, which are not sufficient to exhaust his unwearied industry, his frequent con- tributions to the New Monthly Magazine — those brilliant and fanciful sketches, which, though thrown out in moments of relaxation, are, for graphic de- lineation and picturesque colouring, equal to the best pages, which have made the reputation of Sir W. Scott. Then again, there is O'Connell, the head and front of all agitation, moral, political, social, and legal. When we read in the papers those eloquent and powerful speeches, in which the spectres of Ireland"'s oppression are called up from the depths of history, with a perfect knowledge of all that has concerned the country from its earliest records, and in which unnumbered " modern instances" of misrule, in all its shades of ignorance and venality, are collected from the storehouse of his capacious memory, — those speeches in which, amidst the fiery explosions of long nurtured indignation, (the petulant outpourings of con- stitutional impatience,) arguments of logical con- viction, and facts of curious detail, come forth, as from an exhaustless fountain, — who but would sup- IDLENESS OF GENIUS. 229 pose that the life of the patriot, demagogue, and agitator, was occupied exclusively in the onegreatand absorbing cause ? It is, however, on his way home from the courts, and after legal labours, that have occupied him from the dawn of light, that, (as if to escape from the homage which haunts his steps,) he turnsinto theCathohc Association — it is after having set a jury-box in a roar by his humour, made *' butchers weep" by his pathos, driven a witness to the last shift of Irish evasion, and puzzled a judge by some point of law, not dreamed of in his philosophy, that, all weary and exhausted as he must be, he mounts the rostrum of the Corn Ex- change, the Jupiter Tonans of the Catholic senate ; and, by those thunderbolts of eloquence, so much more effective to hear than to read, kindles the lambent light of patriotism to its fiercest glow, and with " fear of change perplexes" Brunswick clubs and Orange lodges.* Again, this boldest of demagogues, this mildest of men, " from Dan to Beersheba," appears * Insigne mcestis praesidium reis, Et consulenti, Pollio, curise. HoRAT. 1. 2, Ode 1. 9,30 IDLENESS OF GENIUS. in the patriarchal light of the happy father of a happy family, practising all the social duties^ and nourishing all the social affections. It is remarkable, that Mr. O'Connell is not only governed by the same sense of the value of time as influenced Sir Edward Coke, but literally obeys his injunctions for its partition, which forms the creed more than the practice of rising young lawyers. It is this intense and laborious diligence in his profession, that has won him the public con- fidence. Where his abilities as a lawyer may be serviceable, party yields to self-interest ; and many an inveterate ascendancy man leaves his friends, the Orange barristers, to hawk their empty bags through the courts, while he contributes his official gains indirectly to the Catholic rent, by assigning to Catholic talent the cause which Catholic elo- quence can best defend. Then, as we are on the subject of the association, there is another of its distinguished members, Thomas Wyse, an antiquarian, linguist, traveller, artist, scholar, painter, and author, no less than an orator and a politician. What industry, what application, what energy must have gone to make IDLENESS OF GENIUS. 231 • up all this acquirement ! In a careless and desulr tory conversation, Mr. Wyse will throw out as much, and as varied knowledge, as would qualify some noble pedant for the chair of what Horace Walpole calls " the old ladies' society." Without the aptitude for labour, nothing great ever was or ever will be produced. Poets talk of inspira- tion ; but their finest passages are uniformly the result of the deepest study. Even Sheridan, the man of eminence most quoted for his idleness, has left proofs behind him of the intensity of the effort by which his inimitable comedies were elaborated ; and his biographer and countryman might bear his own personal evidence to the great truth, that not even the slightest and most sparkling effusions of the muse, are emancipated from this great governing law of excellence. The supposition of amazing talents, latent in the capabilities of indo- lent triflers, is like the theory of those elaborate and ingenious machines for producing perpetual motion, which are extremely surprising and ad- mirable, but which labour under a small practical disadvantage, that — they do not perform. 232 FRANKNESS. Nothing wins on the affections more than that frank and generous disposition which, ever ready to risk itself for others, may excite the derision of the crafty and designing, but has an unfailing ad- vocate in the self-love of society. The manoeuvrer, male or female, may deceive for a time — obtain admirers by a plausible exterior, make dupes, and secure dependants ; but such persons win no friends, excite no confidence. The cold and crafty Octavius, with all his power, had no devoted in- timates of the heart; while Caesar, with all his crimes, and Anthony, with all his vices, won, by their generous and unreserved dispositions, the affections of all who approached them. He who in his patriotism had said, that " he could neither be false to the republic nor survive it,"* was yet * " Nam neque deesse, neque sviperesse reipublica? volo." FRANKNESS. 233 devoted to Caesar, whose captivating affability and generous temper were irresistible ; and many a stern republican relaxing his severity, and, surren- dering his feelings to Anthony, suffered the sophis- try of the affections to master the graver impres- sions of patriotism. " Mark Anthony I served, who best was worthy Best to be served : whilst he stood up and spoke, He was my master, and I wore a life To spend upon his hater." The two great captains of antiquity seem to have possessed singular arts of fascination ; while of the two great captains of modern times, one only ex- celled in that species of bonhommie, which lays contributions on the hearts of the multitude, often dangerous to their rights and happiness. Napoleon Buonaparte — stern at the Tuileries, where he was surrounded by those whom he knew to be despicable, and whom he had proved to be corrupt — when in the midst of his soldiers, gave a full, free scope to his frank and brusque cordiality. The idol of his troops, had he trusted to their affection and their fealty, he would not have fallen a victim to the treachery of that false grade, wliich he himself had the folly to 234 FRANKNESS. create, and which contributed as mainly to his destruction, as the diplomacy of foreign cabinets, and the force of foreign bayonets. The craft of the manoeuvrer lies essentially in the narrowness of his faculties. It is rarely that a cold and selfish heart is accompanied by extensive views, and an enlarged intellect. The manoeuvrer, engrossed by the cunning of detail, has no thought for the wisdom of the complex ; his scope is a succession of paltry temporary objects, each of which, in its turn, absorbs his whole attention, and is pursued without reference to its relative import- ance, or to the influence which the means employed in its attainment may have on the future. He sacrifices character to win some dishonest trifle, and parts with a friend on the slightest expediency. Conscious, too, of the artifice of his combinations, and the falsehood of his pretences, he cannot in- spire a conviction that he does not feel ; and the caution and circumspection which attend all his movements, becoming infectious, inspire an in- stinctive suspicion in the minds on which he ope- rates. For this reason, the mere diplomatist makes the FRANKNESS. 235 worst of ministers. The " finessing and trick," which are the soul of his enterprizes, serve but to isolate him, and never carry the public along with them. Whereas the bold, the generous, the uncal- culating, and, it may be, the imprudent statesman, communicates the fire of his own volition to those around him, and seizes with an irresistible impulse, the sympathies of the people. By the simple enchantment of a constitutional frankness, and an innate veracity, the Marquis of Anglesea, in eight short months, unmarked by any decided ministerial measure, unconsciously capti- vated a nation's love. With " A soul as sure to charm as seen," which " Boldly steps forth, nor keeps a thought within," he impressed upon public opinion a conviction, which nothing; could shake, of the honestv of his purpose. His word, like truth, carried its evidence along with it. The fiercest passions were calmed at his bidding ; and the swelling waters of political agitation subsided, even while the winds were vet raging that had lashed them into fury. 236 MANCEUVRERS. On the subject of a.J'emale vianceuvrer whole volumes might be written, for woman goes so much more into detail than man. One or two samples present themselves at this moment, in the list of my own acquaintance, which leave even Miss Edgeworth's admirable portrait far behind. These creatures, not only in their most trivial ac- tions, " pesent V apparent, le doiiteux^ et le possible,'''' but, by the very depth and intricacy of their cal- culations, their ^'' politiqiies aux diouxet aux raves," defeat the purpose they wish to effect, by the means they take to accomplish it. I have one of these manoeuvriers at present before me ; — here she goes ! — But, here is a bill of fare to write, and though character will keep cool — cooks won't. So " reve- nons a notre mouton."' It is quite horrible how housekeeping crosses authorship. What fame may I not have forfeited, by getting up a dinner instead of a book ! 237 WONDERFUL CHILDREN, AND GOOD MOTHERS. ■ So wise, so young, they say do ne'er live long." Richard III. It is a curious fact, that in the present times we have none of those precose prodigies, so numerous in the olden time. It seems to have been one of the peculiar privileges of the wisdom of our ances- tors, to produce those infant miracles of learning and science, the " admirable Crichtons" of the nursery, who studied in cradles, and lectured from go-carts. " I was not" (says the quaint, but most amusing Mr. Evelyn,) " initiated into any rudi- ments, till I was Jour years old ; and then, one Friart aught us, at the church door of Wotton !" This " ""till I was four years old^^ marks his con- viction of his own backwardness, in comparing him- 238 WONDERFUL CHILDREN, self with other children of his age, and times ; but it was more particularly in reference to the superior wit, talent, and learning of his own son, at that early period of his brief existence, who was, to use his afflicted father"'s words, a " prodigy for wit and understanding." A prodigy, indeed ! for, " at two years and a half old, he could perfectly read any of the English, French, Latin, and gothic cha- racters, pronouncing the three first languages exactly,"" &c. &c. The termination of this most short, splendid, and unnatural career is worth marking: — " He died," (says Evelyn) "at five years, after six fits of quartan ague, with which it pleased God to visit him ; though, in my opinion . he was sufll)cated by the women and maids who tended him, and covered him too hot with blankets, as he lay in a cradle, near an excessive hot Jire, (in a quartan fever !) — I suffered him to be opened, when they found he was what is vulgarly called , livergrown !" What a picture ! — what a history of the times, the state of science, and the wisdom of our ancestors ! In the first instance, the attributing an infliction to the divine visitation^ which was at the same time AND GOOD MOTHERS. 239 assignable to vulgar nursery maids, and hot blankets. In the next, the vain father not per- ceiving that the genius of his child was but disease, and his supernatural intelligence only the un- natural development of faculties, most probably produced by raal-organization, which the style of his rearing and education was so calculated to con- firm. " Before his fifth year, he had not only skill to read most written hands, but to decline all nouns, conjugate the verbs, regular and irregular, learned out ^' Puerilis," got by heart almost the entire vocabulary of Latin and French primi- tives, could make congruous syntax, turn English into Latin, construe and prove what he had read, knew the government and use of relatives, verbs, substantives, ellipses, and many figures and tropes, and made a considerable progress in Comonius's " Janua," and had a strong passion for Greek." This is too frightful — it makes one shudder to transcribe it. Such, however, was the education, by which an accomplished and really knowing parent, (knowing for the age in which he lived,) hesitated not to hurry his wonderful child to an untimely grave. Such, however, were the times, when learn- 240 WONDERFUL CHILDREN, ing was dearly prized, and knowledge little diffused ; when monastic universities, founded by the church, through the influence of its royal and noble de- pendants, were the sole depositaries of the little that was known, worth the labour of acquiring ; and when the most learned of the community had less solid practical information, than the operative mechanics of the present day. Such were the times when plague, pestilence, and famine, were events of ordinary occurrence ; when corruption in morals, and baseness in politics flourished, even to the extent of surrounding a king at the altar of his God, with the ministers of his vices ; and convert- ing the " brightest,"" and the " wisest," into the worst and meanest of mankind. These were the times of the most brutal ignorance in the people, and the greatest profligacy in the nobility ; and, these were the times that produced such learned little prodigies as young Evelyn, under a system of education calculated to make such prodigies ; but not to form citizens for a free state, nor legis- lators for a great nation. Whatever may have been the natural abilities of this poor child, to have made such a progress AND GOOD MOTHERS. 241 in the learned languages, at five years old, he must have been the object and victim of a very laborious system of study, all applied to the ex- ercise of his memorv. He must therefore have submitted to close confinement in warm rooms, to the privation of air and exercise, and to a sedentary and cramped position ; and he was probably much injured by the gross habit of eating, and the want of personal purity, so remarkable in an age, when meat was devoured three or four times a day, even by the most dainty, and when general ablutions were resorted to, more as a remedy than a daily habit. The overworking of the brain at the expense of all the other functions, must also have had a fatal effect even on children of robust temperaments ; and the Indian practice of flinging their offspring into the sea, to sink or swim, as strength or feebleness decided, was humanity and civilization, to the system pursued in times quoted with such approbation — a system by which infant intelligence was tortured into intellectual precocity, and hurried to an early tomb, under the precipitating concur- rences of " maids, women, hot blankets, and ex- cessive hot fires." VOL. T. M 242 WONDERFUL CHILDREN, What is most notable in all this is, that Mr. Evelyn, the father of the unfortunate infant, was one of the cleverest and most advanced men of his time, and much celebrated for his translation of, and his essay prefixed to, the " Golden Book'''' of St. Chrysostom, " concerning the Education of Children." But if Mr. Evelyn was misled by " all the vulgar errors of the wise," where was the mother's instinct ? Alas, where a mother's instincts often are, in her vanity and her weakness. Mrs. Evelyn was one of the most accomplished women of the Court of Charles the Second ; and one of the few vir- tuous women who frequented it. She was a cele- brated hnguist and artist, and her Avorks in oil and miniature are frequently quoted with pride by her husband. Yet she permitted disease to creep insi- diously on the infancy of her child, while he was learning the Latin and Gothic characters, and giving to studies beyond his strength those hours which should have gone to air, exercise, and timely re- pose. Finally, she consigned him to the super- intendence of her maids and women ; and, worse than all, hurried on his death by surrounding him AND GOOD MOTHERS. 243 with circumstances calculated to produce it, — be- cause that rational information necessary to all mothers, was not on the category of her acquire- ments. How many mothers, even in these march of intellect times, have stopped short with Mrs, Evelyn; whose judgment should take the lead of the gratification of feeling and vanity ? — and be it observed, that mothers in general mistake their own indulgence for their children's ; and have quite as much pleasure in stuffing pounds of plum cake down the throats of their over-fed masters Gobbleton Mowbray, as the masters Gobbleton enjoy in its deglutition. " The Temple of Nature is the heart of a mother," says Kotzebue, in his sentimental jargon ; but there are various temples ; and Nature is a very capri- cious deity. What was she in the heart of Lady Macclesfield, and in a thousand other mothers, who have abandoned their children to want or infamy, or to neglect, and the influence of their own bad examples, whose results pursue their offspring through life? The more or less powerful instinct of maternity is an affair of temperament, nurtured or modified M 2 244 WONDERFUL CHILDREN, by Other instincts or passions, and by circumstances favourable or unfavourable to its existence. The bird that flies at the invader of its nest— the tigress that gathers its young under it, and darts its mur- derous glance at all who attempt to interfere with the objects of its affections, is more respectable than any one of these mothers " upon instinct," who are only that. It is not the instinct, or feeling, but the judgment that directs it, which is laudable. Maternity is no abstraction ; and when people say, " such a one is injudicious, or ignorant, or feeble, or shallow, but she is a good mother,'^ they talk nonsense. That which the wo- man is, the mother will be ; and her personal quali- ties will direct and govern her maternal instinct, as her taste will influence her appetite. If she be prejudiced and ignorant, the good mother will mismanage her children ; and if she be violent in temper and vehement in opinion, the good mother will be petulant and unjust towards them : if she be inconsistent and capricious, she will alternate between fits of severity and bursts of indulgence, equally fatal : if she be vain, and coquettish, and selfish, she may be fond of her children through AND GOOD MOTHERS. 245 her pride, but she will always be ready to sacrifice their enjoyments, and even their interests, to the triumphs of her own vanity, or the gratification of her egotism. The perfection of motherhood lies, therefore, in the harmonious blending of a happy instinct, with those qualities which make the good member of general society — with good sense and information — with subdued or regulated passions, and that abnegation, which lays every selfish consideration at the feet of duty. To make a good mother, it is not sufficient to seek the happiness of the child, but to seek it with foresight and effect. Her actions must be regulated by long-sighted views, and steadily and perseveriugly directed to that health of the body and of the mind, which can alone enable the objects of her solicitude to meet the shocks and rubs of life with firmness, and to maintain that independence, in practice and prin- ciple, which sets the vicissitudes of fortune at defiance, fitting its possessor to fill the various stations, whether of wealth or poverty, of honour or obscurity, to which chance may conduct him. This is my idea of the duties of maternity. 246 WONDERFDL CHILDREN, and of the perfection of that most perfect creature, a good mother. I know it is not everybody's idea, and that there is another beau ideal of maternity, which is much more prevalent. There is the good mother, that spends half her life in hugging, flattering, and stuffing her child, till, like the little Dalai Lama of Thibet, he thinks he has come into the world for no other purpose than to be adored like a god, and crammed like a capon. This is the good mother, who, in her fondness, is seen watching anxiously, after a long late dinner, for the entrance of the little victim which she has dressed up for sacrifice, and whose vigils are prolonged beyond its natural strength, that it may partake of the poisonous luxuries in the last service of the feast of ceremony, till the fever of over excitement mounts to its cheek, sparkles in the eye, and gives incoherency to its voluble nonsense ; an excitement to be followed not by the deep and dreamless sleep of infancy, but by the restless slumbers and fearful visions of indigestion. Alas for the mother and for the child ! and alas for the guests called upon for their quota of admiration upon such melancholy occasions, such terrible exhibitions of human vanity AND GOOD MOTHERS. 24<7 and human weakness, counteracting the finest in- stincts of human nature ! Clever and truth-telling Miss Edgeworth — you who have written such rational and charming books for children — why have you not written some easy lessons for their mothers? Why have you not composed a manual for their use, to teach them a few elementary facts in physics and in morals ; and, above all, to teach them that nature, in all things, is the sole basis of right thinking and right acting, under all circumstances, and in all times ? Did mothers know and feel this, what sorrows and dis- appointments might be spared to their hearts and their hopes, to their affections and their ambi- tion ; what time, now given to acquire arts, for which nature has refused the requisite organization, might be dedicated to health, and what lives might be spared, whose loss, (attributed sacrilegiously to " the will of God,") has only been a sacrifice to " maids, women, hot blankets, excessive hot fires," and the ignorance, and prejudices, and selfish fond- ness of the " best of mothers." 248 TOYS AND TRINKETS. " Parfaits dans le petit — sublimes en bijoux — Glands inventeurs de riens, nous faisons des jaloux." Voyage a Berlin. I SHOULD like to know if the march of intellect has any thing to do with the indifference which the children of our day shew for toys. The Mrs. Chenevixes, and the petits Durikerques of modern times would be ruined and undone, if it were not for the papas and mammas, whose boudoirs and dressing-rooms are the only baby-houses to be found in modern mansions. The witty, the gallant Marquis de Sevigne was called by his mother " le roi des bagatelles,'''' from his love of bijouterie ; and Lord might be called the emperor. His pipes and snuff-boxes alone might entitle him to the imperial grade in the sove- reignty of trifles : while Lady ■ is the very TOYS AND TRINKETS. 249 Catherine of Russia of trinkets, and autocrat of the toy-shop. There is not a useless utility, a superfluous superfluity, that ingenuity can devise for the amusement of idleness, which may not now be found on the tables of the great, and the imitators of their present rage for toys : — gold scissors that do not cut ; silver needles that do not sew ; pearl pen-knives that mend no pens ; and work-boxes that hold no work save clock-work ; fagots that never burn ; and allumettes that are never to be lighted : with a hundred devices in gems and jewels, which it must have taken some poetical talent, and more poetical fancy than goes to half the sonnets and " lines''' that we read, or at least pay for, to invent. All this seems very frivolous ; but then these " trifles light as air" are sometimes important enough in their results : for, if such fairy favours are occasionally bestowed by tributary friends, they are sometimes the insidious offerings of con- cealed admirers ; who tell in toys, what words dare not utter ; and give the history of a passion in a series of trinkets, which, if hearts of turquoise, and seals of emeralds could speak, would be M 3 250 TOYS AND TRINKETS. found more than circumstantial evidences in Doctors' Commons. That petites-maitres, and petites-maitresses should thus " trifle life away," and occupy their time and money like children, may not appear so very extraordinary ; but that literary women — intel- lectual women — women who affect to think, and presume to write — and pubhsh too, and make head against such organs of opinion as Quarterly Reviews, and the like — that they should give themselves the airs of fashionable frivolity, and endeavour to reconcile "Z^* gouts (Pun grand seigneur^ et les revenus d'un poete,''^ is really " too bad." It is, however, a fair ex- ample of the incongruities of character, and the influence of vogue. "What would the Scuderies, and the Daciers, and the Carters, and the Montagus say to the toy-shop house of a certain forty-volume- power female writer of the present day, who, if she has not written as well, has written as much, as those three voluminous ladies combined ? What a disappointment to blue-stocking visitors, who expect to find her in the midst of that charming literary litter, intellectual disorder, and elegant TOYS AND TKINKETS. 251 neglect of all the elegancies of ordinary life, which marked the minages of the femmes-savantes of the late and preceding centuries ! — the broken tea-cup Csubstituted for a wine-glass) of Mary Wolstone- craft ! or the Scotch mull and brown pocket- handkerchief of Catherine Macauley ! ! What a shock to hear this quarto authoress talk of esprit de rose instead of V esprit des lois ; to find the atmosphere of her drawing-room per- fumed by a jardin of fresh flowers, whose odour, she pretends, has the same effect on her brain as sherries had upon Falstaffs, " driving thence all the dull and crudy vapours, which environ it !" How their literary Fustinesses of former times would turn up their intellectual noses at the fri- volous tastes of this new-light^rwmwf/e, could they see her, as I see her at this moment, writing at a rose-wood secretaire, accommodating and pliant as any secretaire on the list of diplomacy, and " seiz- ing," literally, not figuratively, (like Anna Ma- tilda) her " golden quill." There she sits, surrounded by the inspiring semblances of death- less wits and immortal beauties, shining from 252 TOYS AND TRINKETS. enamels durable as their fame-^by bookcases, that glitter in gilt vellum and rosy russian — with Dante illustrated on Sevre vases, and the loves of Petrarch and Laura told on tea-cups. Which of the coronetted muses of the present saturnalia of Parnassus, where cooks and countesses jostle for precedency, does this sketch pourtray ? Which of the Lady Charlottes and the HonourableAnnas, who affect new patents of distinction, and think more of the honour bestowed by their publisher, than their pedigree, does this cap fit? Not one ; for this literary petite-maitresse — this amateur of frivolities, and inditer of philosophy — this collector of French toys, and collator of Irish chronicles — this trifler by taste, and author by necessity, " Cet homme-la, Sire — c'est moi !"* * Opposed to this frivolous picture, take tlie picture of a cele- brated Gennan authoress, as described by a recent traveller: " Description ov a German Literary Lai;y Never shall I forget the first appearance, to me, of Madame de B. She was sitting, or rather reclining, in the most unaffected posture, with her legs crossed, and her hands clasped beh.ind her head, on a large sofa — one old, indeed, and crazy, but doubtless endeared to lier by some association, perhaps with the days of her childhood ; for, from its colour, and dilapidations, and fashion, it could scarcely be more modern. Behind her, and on each side, extended a floor, or rather TOYS AND TRINKETS. 253 I don't defend this passion for trifles — I only expose it, as an illustrative item in the history of female authorship, which is so often reproached with a slovenly neglect of all that is fcninine and frivolous. When somebody presented the celebrated Ma- demoiselle Scuderie with a bunch of pretty seals, she refused them, deeming them derogatory to the dignity of a " F'llle Savante,"' as she is called by Menage — so she sent them back with a couplet, observing, " Car enfin des jolis cachets Demandent des jolis secrets, Ou du moins des jolis billets." ocean of books, rising in volumes, like wave upon wave, tossing and tumbling, and some, as it were, foaming open, and revealing their white margins. In the midst of these, like an island, stood a large old-fashioned mahogany table, covered with various articles, which I might forbear to enumerate, if it were not interesting to the sen- sible mind to learn even the most trifling attributes of genius. Such persons will readily forgive me that I mention a large black tea-pot, tea-cup of antique China, an ink-stand, with the owner's cipher, apparently scratched on the metal ; a pair of saucers, of divers patterns ; a large phial labelled "laudanum;" a tortoise- shell watch-case, a small plate of bread crusts, and a long hair comb, a tall wine-glass half filled with sugar of the brown description, a snuff-box, a pair of snuffers, a small miniature^ a few twisted frag, ments of brown and blue paper, two slender candles, some small pieces of copper coin, and a single stocking, marked D.R.A.B." 254 TOYS AND TRINKETS. It is odd enough that I should be thus blamed for my love of trifles and of truth — and for pur- suing both, in my public and private life, with an earnestness, which at least attests my sincerity, if it does not prove my judgment. " On ne sau- rait avoir trop de fantaisies, musquees ou nan musqueeS)'' says Madame de Sevigne. This is also my creed : for I hold, that whatever cheers us on in the arduous path of life, and flings a flower over its dreariness — whatever innocently employs and safely recreates — whatever gives an object, or an amusement, '^ soberly," (as Lady Grace has it,) is worth cultivating, even although it be but a taste for toys. When, therefore, one cannot command a box at the opera, it is well to be able to command a box from Bautte !* When one cannot enjoy Rossini in full orchestra, it is a privilege to hear his best symphonies played on one's writing-desk or work-table — and when denied the enchantments of Pasta and Pisaroni, it is pleasant still to hang upon tones, which, like theirs, seem to proceed from no " mortal mixture of eartli's mould''' — fairy strains, played, as it • Mons. Bautte, the celebrated bijoutier of Geneval TOYS AND TRINKErS. 255 were, by fairy fingers, on fairy instruments, made and moulded ^''par quelque araignee du voisinage." Sensible women, I know, laugh at all this. Still, a woman should be ^^femme avant tout;" and she who is not so, more or less, is not a fair and perfect specimen of her sex. The great always love toys. Even heroes are not above them. That gallant Centaur, Prince Potem- kin, had the finest collection oi joujoiix of any grown gentleman on record ; and Catherine the Great was wont to reward his devotion and his ser- vices, alternately, by trinkets and principalities, or to appease his jealousy by a government or a toy — '' Pleurez, pleurez, petit enfant — Vous aurez votre moulin-a-vent." The Russian " petit enfanf was often found seated before a mountain of baby-things, in his military pavilion, by the Prince de Ligne, v/ho has left such a pleasant description of the scene, and so wittily recorded the fact. By far the prettiest toy I ever read or heard of, and the most appropriate for the baby-house 256 TOYS AND TRINKETS. of a literal'}^ laf^y? was one invented by Madame de Theanges, the sister of Madame de Montespan ; and presented by that beautiful and mondaine Abbess, to the Due de Maine, as an etrenne, in 1675. This exquisite toy represented one of the royal apartments of Versailles, richly gilt and decorated — a state-bed occupied an alcove, and was sur- rounded by a gilt balustrade. In a grand Jimieml,^ within the precincts, sat the young prince, shew- ing a copy of adulatory verses to the Due de la Rochefoucauld, who stood beside him ; while behind his chair was placed the celebrated Bossuet, and the Prince de Marsiliac. Two ladies, who had also the privilege of tlie ruelle, sat reading within the alcove. These were the charming Madame de hi Fayette, and Madame de Theanges, whose beauty was set off by her religious habit, as Abbess do Fontrcvault. Im- mediately without the balustrade stood Racine and Boileau — the former beckoning in the modest La Fontaine, who stood timidly at the door — the latter, with a pitch-fork, humorously affecting to FAUTEUIL BERGERE, &C. 257 keep ofF a crowd of bad poets, who were forcing their way to the presence and patronage of the young prince. The merit and the value of this superb toy was, that all these figures were accurate portraits, exquisitely done in wax, and presented by the illustrious originals themselves to Madame de Theanges, for her classical and ingenious etrenne. FAUTEUIL— BERGERE— ARM-CHAIR— EPISCOPAL SEAT. " Inutile a chi non reposa." Book of Emblems — Device, a Chair. Last night we were playing a charade en action. As Madame Catalani, and her clever son, with some other foreigners, were of the party, we played it in French. I personated an antiquated ultra haronne, restored to her donjon in Normandy, and receiving a visit from an old chdtelain of the neigh- bourhood, who came to congratulate her on the .258 FAUTEUIL — BERGERE — restoration of all old things. The scene we made of giving les honneurs dujhuteuil to my neighbour, my horror at the indignity of offering a chaise de paille to an ancien noble of seven quarters ; and the overthrow of the whole party, chairs and all, in the struggle of ceremony, occasioned a good deal of laughing. 1 borrowed the trait from a scene I had witnessed in the Faubourg, on my first arrival in Paris, when a great effort was making to restore the fauteuil to its ancient honours. The history of arm-chairs would make an amusing volume, if given from antique times to the present, from the Juuteuil of the middle ages, when it had reached its highest political im- portance, down to the modern dormeuse, in which, at this moment, I am scribbUng, ex cathedra ! What a specimen of the progress of society it would embrace — v/hat state secrets it would reveal — what sanguinary wars — what treaties of peace, what family ties dissolved — what courses of true love turned aside — all owing to the important Jauteuil ! " Armed-chairs — chairs with a back — the stool ARxM-CHAlll EPISCOPAL SEAT. 259 of honour— the right hand and the left," says Vol- taire, " have, for many ages, been the important ob- jects of diplomacy, and the subjects of illustrious quarrels." Buonaparte, whose weakness it was to adopt the worn-out etiquettes of an order of things directly opposed to his own existence, raised the Juuteuil along with the altar and the throne ; and it is said, that, when Madame Letitia Buonaparte made her visit of ceremony, on the accouchement of her imperial daughter-in-law, the arm-chair was removed from the room, lest she (being, as she was, roturiere, though the mother of an emperor, four kings, and two or three princesses) might pre- sume to usurp its honours in the presence of the daughter of the Caesars, the descendant of the Hapsbourgs ! Alas, for the vicissitudes of human gran- deur ! There are those living, more roturiere than the excellent Madame Buonaparte, who have since seated themselves on whatever chair they pleased, in the presence of the ex-Empress of France, the now obscure Duchess of Parma; who herself sat, confounded with other ladies, in the salon of an English peeress, obtaining no distinc- 260 FAUTEUIL BERGERE tion, save what was conferred by the attention and courtesy of an English ambassadress. Oh ! if the great would, or could, but feel how little they owe of the world's homage to themselves, and how much to their position, — before some dreadful re- verses teach them the sad truth, that they are but the signs of that power, which lies in principles, and not in persons. The curule chair of the Romans had a certain respect attached to it, as being the seat of magis- tracy — very different, however, from the awe which is inspired by the sight of a throne in the hearts of the loyal idolaters of modern absolutism. The luxurious Romans, who, when not in activity, lay extended, even at their meals, on couches, seem not to have considered a mere seat in connexion with rank and power. The Fabiuses and Catos bor- rowed no distinction from the privilege of sitting in an arm chair. T'he form of the curule chair is preserved in the sculptured marble of some of the noble statues of antiquity, which are designed in the seated attitude. The ease of their position seems rather to result from the grace of the individuals represented, than from the commodity of the chair, ARM-CHAIR — EPISCOPAL SEAT. 261 which is low-backed and simple inform. Its sub- stance, however,was ivory, richly carved — a curious fact in the history of the arts. It was with the barbarous lower ages that the arm-chair first acquired its modern consequence, and it continued to increase in political importance down to the French revolution. The code of etiquettes concerning the Juuteuil in old France, was a consecrated volume. To claim les honneurs du fauteuil, or to give them, determined the most knotty points of precedence which agitated dynas- ties, and disturbed the peace of kingdoms. The origin of this distinction lay very probably in the rarity of the object — in the rude unaccommodated and dreary stone towers, in which the ancestors of families of many quarters then sheltered their heads. The easy chair was reserved for the elder or chief of the family, who, in those patriarchal times, ruled with an iron despotism over his timid, but often unnatural offspring ; for the son, who was not permitted to sit in the presence of his father, frequently usurped his dominions, and hurried him from his y^jtw^fj^i/ to his grave. The filial history of the respectful and royal sons of FAUTEUIL BERGERE — Spain and Russia, is the epitome of the story of those times, when the Juuteuil was the domestic throne of every tyrant chdtelain, and the exclusive privilege of the great. To know the full consequence attached to sitting in an arm-chair, the French memoirs must be deeply studied ; particularly those, written in the simplicity of their hearts, by Dangeau and Made- moiselle Montpensier. The life of the " grande Mademoiselle" was one continued agony of quar- rels on the subject of the fmdeidl and the chaise a dos ; and half the diplomacy of Europe in her time was occupied with discussions on similar subjects. Cardinal Richelieu, having refused to walk three steps beyond the door of his apart- ment — (he was wilhng to walk two) — to meet the English ambassador, who came to. treat of the marriage of Charles the First with Henrietta of France, that marriage, of such Jmportance to both crowns, was nearly broken off. The cardinal, however, affected sickness, and receiving the Eng- lish duke in a chaise lojigue, thus avoided the odd step, without breaking off the alliance. Louis the Thirteenth, desiring to hold a private AKM-CHAIR— 'EPISCOPAL SEAT. 263 council with his minister and master, Richelieu, was obliged to visit him in his bed-room, where he lay dangerously ill. But as a subject, though dying, could not be permitted to receive the king in bed, except the king was lying in bed also, Louis was wheeled in, on a chaise longue, and they both thus lay in state to discuss the affairs of the nation. Louis the Fourteenth observed the same form, when he went to visit the wounded hero Turenne. In the olden times the easy chair, or chaise de doleance, was reserved for invalids, in the houses of the middle ranks of England and Germany ; but the chair of " le roi Dagobert,'"* if in existence, would have a chance of being discarded, even by • The chair of the good King Dagobert is, perhaps, one of the oldest and most curious articles of furniture of the Christian era. In form, it resembles the curule chair of the Romans. The legs are more ancient, and of better workmanship, than the upper part ; but tradition assigns its fabrication to the holy hands of St. Eloi. It was preserved for centuries in tlie treasury of the Abbey of St. Denis, and was regilt in the time of the Abbot Suger. In August, 1804, it was transported to Boulogne, for the distribution of the crosses of the Legion of Honour ; and a medal, struck on that occa- sion, represents the modern Charlemagne, seated in this relic of le bon Roi Dagobert. It now takes its place, with other antiquities, in la Bibliofheque dii Roi, at Paris. 264 FAUTEUIL — BEKGERE the most zealous voUigeur, in favour of a modern dormeuse, with its easy fall, cushioned back, and pillows of iron, softer than down, — now at the disposition of every member of the family. In all that respects the comforts and commodity of life, the wisdom of our ancestors was confessedly at fault. The two most interesting arm-chairs in existence, are the Shakspeare chair, late in the possession of Mrs. Garrick, and Voltaire's chair, which stood beside the fire-place in the Hotel de Vilette, Rue Vaugirard, when I last saw it, in 1820. The in- auguration chairs of the O^Neals, the O'Donnels, and the O'Briens would form long items of anti- quarian research in the chapter of arm-chairs, too long probably for the patience of the general reader. So much for the social arm-chair, — the chaise a dos, and Jauteuil of the court — the hergere and chaise a bras of the chateau. But the history of the chair of the church — the episcopal chair — with all its sedentary rites, connected with the divine offices and high privileges of its incumbent, is of far more importance. The where^ and the how, ARM-CHAIR— EPISCOPAL SEAT. 265 the princes of the church should sit enthroned above their prostrate flock, became an object of ecclesiastical attention in the early ages of Chris- tianity ; and scarcely had the primitive christians issued from the caves and obscure places whence so many divine things were given out, than councils w^ere held, and canons established the sites, and positions, and materials of the easy seats of the bishops and clergy. Then came the absis, and the faldistoj'him , or chair of state, used for pontifical duties ; and then the episcopal thrones and patri- archal and papal chairs of Rome, all symbols of worldly power and spiritual pride, alike the objects of ambition and contest, and claimed, and struggled, and fought for, like the poor mondaine fauteuil, by prince bishops, who, in the early ages, were proud of a wooden seat, but who in process of time occupied chairs elevated and gorgeous as regal thrones. The ruins of the old episcopal throne in the famous cathedral of Rouen, which has flou- rished from the fourth centurv, are now for- saken for a magnificent and luxurious chair, or Jaldistoriuvi. The history of the origin and pro- VOL. I. N 266 FAUTEUIL BERGERE, &C. &C. gress of the bishop's seat, as fixed in his church or cathedral, from the first Bishop of Canterbury, who humbly took his sedes lignea^ to the last whom divine grace has called to fill its sumptuous throne,* would in itself throw a strong light upon the his- tory of the church of England. " Que de cJioses dans un menuetr exclaimed a French dancing- master in an ecstacy at the mysteries he was teach- ing a royal pupil. Que de choses dans imjauteuil '. One may write upon a fiddle-stick, doggedly, if not learnedly. One of the best things Swift ever did write, was on a broom-stick. * See Somner's History of Canterbury, Appendix, Scripturs, xvj. 267 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. The tendency in human aifairs to proceed by im- pulses, is a curious fact in the history of the species. At certain indefinite epochs, and often with- out any very manifest cause, mankind are seized with some sudden passion, and are hurried with an almost universal fervor towards some particular object, which takes possession of the general ima- gination. The enthusiasm thus kindled, pervades all ranks, and masters all dispositions, giving a common tone and character to whole generations^ — until, exhausted by its own efforts, it gradually sub- sides, and gives place to other and newer caprices. This it is which constitutes the spirit of the age — an important matter of consideration for the youngs' adventurer, at his outset in life. The passion for monkery, for crusading, for reformation in religion, for philosophy, for political economy, &c. &c., are cases in point, sufficiently notorious ; not to dwell upoii the many minor movements of nations— such N 2 268 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. as the South Sea bubble, the tulip mania, mes- merism, craniology, &c., each of which, in its day, has turned the heads of the community, and formed, as it were, an episode in the history of man. Notwithstanding some occasional absurdities into which this sympathetic susceptibility of our nature may have hurried particular societies, it is the great mainspring of improvement — the counter- vailing power to authority and precedent. With- out such sudden engouemens, the world would not be driven from the beaten track ; and the public intellect would lapse for ever into a state of stag- nation, like that which has reigned among the Turks since the subsidence of their military and religious enthusiasm. As the impulse of a ship gives jts power to the rudder, so the spirit of the age gives efficacy to genius. Scarcely an indi- vidual can be quoted as eminent, who did not flourish in an age of considerable excitement ; for when the great mass of mankind are at rest, talent, clogged by the general sluggishness, in vain exerts it powers. Its excessive activity is a charge — its labours are not understood ; and if not per- THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE, 269 secuted, are received with a chilling and paral3'zing indifference. Between the accession of the House of Hanover and the American war, there was a manifest stagnation of the public mind in Eng- land ; and the minor stars of Dodsley's galaxy shone forth, uneclipsed by the splendour of any first-rate luminary. During the struggles of the French revolution, on the contrary, a succession of geniuses of the highest order, in every depart- ment of literature, science, the arts, military and political affairs, &c. Sec, added new honours to the British name, and hurried forward civilization with astonishing rapidity. Those who have had the misfortune to be tied down to the uncongenial society of a coterie, to whose feelings and interests they were strangers, may have some notion of what it is to run counter to the spirit of the age, and to set up one's own systems against the mania of the public. Much as a man may be convinced of the truth of his own opinions, and satisfied as he may be of the error of the world's opposition, still it were well to be convinced of his own self-denial and forbearance, before he embarks in an open warfare with re- 270 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. ceived noiions. To act with sufficient ability to attract notice, is to become at once the marked vic- tim of antiquated error and interested prejudice ; and to maintain such a position requires irre- proachable character, and a firmness that is not to be shaken by disappointment, nor turned aside by sarcasm or reproach. They, on the contrary, who have the good luck to stumble on a coincid- ence of feeling and opinion with the society in which they are merged, will find that the cards play themselves ; and, without any extraordinary exertion of industry, talent, or virtue, they will easily win the whole game. It is not very long since the class of reformers embraced but a few individuals ; and many must recollect the unmeasured obloquy incurred by certain individuals for the promulgation of truths, which were so unpalatable when first broached, but which soon became familiar, and then ceased to bestow notoriety, or to draw down persecution. Even in these times of free discussion, it is both easier and pleasanter to promote the cause of libera- lity under the shelter of whiggism, ilian to make an open avowal of the whole extent of the principle THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. 271 of reform, at which so many still start in appre- hension of danger to their own personal interests. The opinions of the world are usually a mix- ture of small portions of truth, with an over- whelming mass of error. From amongst an in- finite variety of shades, is formed a sort of average doctrine, which constitutes the opinion of the greatest number. Around this centre are accumu- lated the various extremes which represent the prejudices and interests of the smaller corps and categories in society. To belong to any of these corps ensures toleration, in proportion to their numbers and respectability ; and the same truth may be advanced, with dijfferent success, accord- ingly as it is promulgated under the sanction of a powerful, or an inefficient name. The Unitarians are permitted openly to impugn the divinity of our Saviour ; and the Quakers are allowed to reject all interference of priests ; while those, who are vul- garly and quaintly called Free-thinkers, are punished for an idle jest against the established church. The former, existing in considerable bodies, are enabled to master opinion ; while the latter, having few 272 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. to sympathise with them, are opposed by all the prejudicesand all the pas=iions of society. It is seldom that opinions are received purely and absolutely by the public; but most frequently they are modified by local and accidental coincidents. There is more toleration, for example, among Englishmen for Mahometanism in India, than for simple dissent at home. So, likewise, the party which would roast a papist alive in Ireland, looks with complacency on the re-establishment of the Pope on the throne of Italy. Whence is it that the same man should be contented that his co-re- ligionist should be reviled and persecuted by our '•' ancient ally "" at Constantinople, while he resents the slightest deviation from the established creed in England ? Merely because one of these facts stands co-ordinated with his "habits and his interests, and the other exists in violation of them. It is not, then, so much the intrinsic opuiion to be attacked, which is matter for consideration, as the point of view in which it may be presented, and the manner of effecting its separation from the interests in which it is involved. The attack upon established THE SPIRIT (JF THE AGE. 273 error should resemble that game which children play, by casting a bundle of small sticks into a confused heap ; and then endeavouring to pick them out, one by one, without disturbing the rest. We should begin by casting about for the detr.ched and isolated points, and next remove those which have the fewest connexions — leaving- untouched the pieces in which there are the greatest implications — till at last perhaps they will fall by their own weight. Much also depends upon times and seasons. When the current of opinion runs strong, an ex- pert swimmer will not directly breast it, but take advantage of back-waters and of sheltering promi- nences : but when the tide is on the turn, and the force of the stream is nearly sp^nt, he dashes boldly into the middle of the waters, and gains his point by the shortest possible cut. It is by inattention to this fact, that effect is often mistaken for cause. Preachers and orators lay the French revolution to the charge of Voltaire and the philosophers, who were but the creatures of the re- volutionary movement. They would neither have shewn themselves so boldly, nor obtained so much N 3 274 THK SPIRIT OF THE AGE. 3yn)pathy, if the spirit of the age had not been preeminently coincident with, and favourable to, their efforts. Had Bacon lived in the twelfth cen- tury, and had he, by a miracle, possessed the knowledge which he afterwards displayed, he would have either been brought to the stake, or his books, through the neglect of his cotemporaries, would have been consigned to the dust of libraries, to have awaited a more congenial and spirit-stirring epoch. Wickliff was as bold and as clear-sighted a reformer, as Luther ; but he was more in advance of his age : and his want of success was the pe- nalty of the discrepancy. In combating error, it is a golden rule to leave unnoticed whatever is indifferent to the point at issue. In converting a Jew, it is unwise to begin by ostentatiously eating pork. Leave the Quaker in the undisturbed possession of his hat, and the Catholic in the quiet enjoyment of his red herring. In the same spirit, it is good to back truth by au- thority and precedent : for though mere reason is better argument, yet authority, by chiming in with the prejudices of the hearer, will in all pro- bability be the more availing. There are thousands THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. 275 who would reject the doctrine of philosophical necessity, nakedly proposed, who would willingly embrace it, if disguised under the mask of grace and predestination ; simply because a few grave names may be cited in favour of the latter opinion. The interests and passions of those who may be hostile to a given reformation, are not all involved in an equal degree. There are thousands and tens of thousands who will accept of a principle, up to a certain point, where it begins to operate on themselves. With a few exceptions, all the world is beginning to be reconciled with free trade in every branch of industry, — but their own. It is therefore dangerous to push a principle at once to its utmost extreme. The further it is carried, the more persons are alarmed, and the less is the shame attendant upon brutish opposition. The moderate, moreover, in all disputes, collect around them the half thinkers and half feelers — a powerful faction, embracing those who are too indolent to inquire, or too corrupt to desire a prac- tical improvement to the fullest extent. For such personages a middle term is a convenient retreat ; and by neutralizing their opposition, you gain time 276 THE SPIBIT OF THE AGE. and a clearer stage. This may not always be very candid : but if the " cos^i al egro " system be allowable in oratory, it is no less justifiable where the grave interests of the species are at issue. The number of those who see questions in their whole- ness, is very small ; the mass are more moved by especial instances and examples. In knowledge, nothing is isolated ; and the es- tablishment of one truth is the dethronement of many errors. With these, it is best to deal in detail ; and await the gradual development of a growing spirit, before venturing upon points in which the age is not prepared to follow. Every body admits that the Deity is wise and good : but he who should deduce all the necessary conse- quences of this abstract verity, would expose such a mass of inconsistencies and absurdities, as would bring the whole force of the many to bear against him ; and would ensure for himself the palm of martyrdom, without advancing public opinion one iota. Proceed, therefore, like the snail, with your feelers before you ; and reserve to yourself, by a timely halt, the privilege of never combating with more opponents at once than you feel able to over- THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. 277 throw. Disgraceful retreats are pregnant with fear- ful delays : for a coup manque is followed by a revulsion of sentiment which may require the lapse of a generation to recover. A point of prudence, equally commendable, is to avoid taking in hand too many simultaneous re- forms. In this respect Voltaire was wiser than Rousseau, who levelled his attacks at once against the abuses of church and state. By respecting the nobility, while he attacked the clergy, Voltaire even now exercises a beneficial influence on French affairs. The Jesuits have at this moment many opponents among the old noblesse, who have derived their opinions on church government from that writer, simply because he spared the pretensions of their own class. In the field of argument, as in the field of battle, an undue extension of the line is accompanied by a corresponding weakness in all its points. There is. however, one case in which a contrary method is more availing ; namely, when the public spirit is not carried very powerfully in any certain direction, and when opinion stagnates. In such moments, the more startling and extravagant the 278 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. novelty, the more likely it is to produce an impres- sion. Authority and precedent are beaten down and trodden upon by a shock which unsettles all habitual notions : and an enthusiasm is unex- pectedly engendered, which commences a new epoch in the history of nations. It was thus that the American revolution found its age ; and that the political Avorks of Thomas Paine produced an effect, which a writer of less daring and intensity could never have achieved. Under all circum- stances, extreme opinions have the merit of setting the thinking part of the public to work : but when they are scattered mal a propos, it is with the cer- tain shipwreck of the propounders ; and often with a flux and reflux of sentiment, that eventually consumes more time and means, than are necessary to arrive at the proposed end, by a gentler and more undermining method. These remarks will explain the partial successes of writers, who have taken in one age and country more than in others. Newton and Locke were admired in England, long before they made their way on the Continent ; but latterly Locke has been more popular abroad than at home : because the THE Sl'IKIT OF THE AGE. 279 spirit of the age, moving in contrary directions, lias led the English back towards despotism in politics and mysticism in religion ; whereas, abroad, it flowed in a full tide towards reason and liberality. It is now fashionable to question Locke's fun- damental principle, not because an innate idea can be brought in evidence against him, but on account of certain supposed consequences to which his prin- ciple is said to lead — and this happens in the nine- teenth century ! So, likewise, Beccaria, Filangieri, and other writers of the same cast, have never at- tained the same popularity in England, as with their own countrymen ; while Bentham, who at home is an object of sarcasm and suspicion, is admired on the Continent as the very prophet of legislation. A change in the spirit of the age is at this moment (1821) working a corresponding alteration in the reputation of the writers of the French Augustan epoch ; who are losing much of their former popu- larity, or rather idolatry, among their countrymen ; and are giving place to authors, whose ideas and manners are more consonant to the existing state of public feeling and opinion. Knaves and hypocrites are perfectly aware of ^80 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE. these truths ; unless, indeed, it is the blind Instinct of cupidity, which leads them so directly to their corrupt ends. But reformers in general, either are ignorant of them, or disregard them. The enthu- siasm which leads forward the advanced guard of opinion, but rarely allows an observance of what is merely prudential ; and the high-minded votarist of truth, shrinks from whatever assumes the aspect of compromise, as from a degradation. The first promulgators of useful innovations are therefore usually the victims of their zeal. They gain the honour of the day with posterity ; but in the mean time they are cast down, and form with their bodies the bridge over which the more calculating spirits of a future day pass in triumph to their end. Thus Romilly spent a life of disappointment and vexation, that Mr. Peel might reap the fruits of his labours ; and thus the Archbishop of Canter- bury enjoys a splendid income, for preaching the doctrines which brought Latimer and Ridley to the stake. 281 THE KEY OF THE BOOK CASE. " Casa raia, casa mia, Piccolina che sia, Tu sei sempre casa mia."* Where did the Italians get these homely lines .'' they who have no " casa piccolina^'' and whose home is an opera box. Now [ have just such a casa as this domestic maxim implies ; and I love it beyond measure. Though often glad to leave it behind me, T always return to it with satisfaction. I never knew any, but the foolish and the worth- less of my own sex, who did not feel a real pleasure in the performance of domestic duties ; and though one may be sometimes inclined to leave behind, " ious ses maris et totes ses enfans" as Madame de Coulanges has it, still a true woman always comes back with pride and delight to the fuss, and rum- mage, and self-importance of domestic legislation. • " My home, my home, though small it be. Yet still that home is dear to me." 282 THE KEY OF THE BOOK CASE. The great must know less of this, than those whose fortunes are at odds with their tastes and posi- tion ; and the blue stockings, of all ranks, affect to have souls above saucepans. But we of the trade, who have taken our places as candidates for the emoluments and honours of authorship, are not forced upon such aftectation. " One of the advantages of being a wit," says Swift, " is the license it gives to play the fool ;" and one of the privileges of a female writer who has no longer a name to make, is, that she may make her own — pudding, if she likes it. For myself, I am a heaven-born cook : but of this, more hereafter. Still, what I miss most, when I leave my own house, is not my batterie de cuisine, but my library. Not that it is as large as the Alexandrian, nor as curious as the Vatican ; but that it is just that sort of library in which, as Madame de Sevigne says, " you cannot lay your hand on a volume without a desire to read it through." Madonna mia ! how well I know the smell of a country-house library ! Being, by divine indignation, an author, people think I do nothing but read and write books, "eat paper, and drink ink," as Sir Na- THE KEY OF THE BOOK CASE. 283 thaniel says ; and are pleased to consider that which is but the episode, as the history of my hfe. It fre- quently happens that, before I have made acquaint- ance with half the rose trees, smelled the gera- niums, or swallowed a draught of the delicious air I left town expressly to breathe, I am presented with the key of the book- case — [I would as soon lock up my bells as my books, since the great merit of both is to be always at hand] — So I go twisting and turning the said key into its rusty lock ; and, ouf ! the fust and the must, when the book-case is opened ! Then, what a search for something one can read through in less than a tweLvemonth, Out of every hundred volumes, there are scarcely more than six or seven works ; for country-house libraries are made up of folios, quartos, or large octavos, pour le moins ; except that here and there is a sort of thick, short, squat volume, that belongs to no class of form ; and every work runs from ten to fifteen volumes. The reason is, that country-house libraries are generally heir-looms, originally collected as a mark of gentility by the wisdom of the country-house ancestors. They consist of what are called standard 284 THE KEY OF THE BOOK CASE. books — books that would let the world stand still to the end of time ! — composed and collected when knowledge, instead of being given, as now, in quintessential drops, was weighed out by the stone, or measured by the yard. Concentration, in all things — the throwing off the rubbish, and getting at the element — is the true proof of excellence ; and it is now, in literature, as in medicine ; instead of being choked with a pint of bark mud, (all port wine as it may be,) we swallow a few pellucid drops of guin'me, without wry faces or deep inspi- rations ! It formerly took a life to write a book, and half a one to read it. Oh, the " Ilollin's His- tories,"" and " Voyages round the World,*" and the " Clelias and Cassandras," and the poems in fifty- nine cantos — the folio " Thoughts upon No- thing," and the seven-volume ponderosity of " Sir Chai-les Grandison !" Denon — whose own work on Egypt, hit off, as. it is, with his own peculiar Jinesse and spirit, {louche fine et spirituelle^') — is a fair illustra- tion of the genuine style of modern writing — Denon was the most impatient person under the infliction of voluminous works (myself excepted) THE KEY or THE BOOK CASE. 285 that I ever knew. It was a constant theme of abuse and laughter between us. One night I was leaning on his arm, at a soiree, at the Prince de Beauveau's, when the excellent and estimable Monsieur S , in passing close by us, trod on his foot: he turned to me, with an expression of pain, and said, " Ah ! ma chere petite, les dix-hiiit volumes m''o7it tomhe sw le pied .'"* And yet, after all, I, too, have appeared pranked out in two quarto volumes, heavier than myself, and quite as tali : but of this presumptuous magnitude, I stood as guiltless as of the Tal- mud. Three small, compact, lady-like octavos were ever the utmost boundary of my authorical ambition. For all beyond this, my publishers w^ere more in fault than I. One exception I must make : I originally wrote my " Novice of St. Dominick" in ten goodly, stout volumes, which, with much humility, as I thought, I cut down to seven. With these seven — by far the heaviest part of my luggage — I arrived in Lon- don, and presented myself to Sir Richard Phillips, * " The whole weight of his eighteen volumes was in his step." 286 THE KE^ OF THE BOOK CASE. who advised me, to take back my manuscript, like a good girl, and reduce it to five. " Insa- tiate monster, would not one suffice !*" But down went the volumes ; and when I took the remaining sibyl leaves to Sir Richard, he again begged they might be reduced to four. This was too much ; though I verily believe, at this moment, that the publisher's good-natured consideration of ray amour propre alone prevented him from stinting my exuberance to two volumes, which, perhaps, he ought to have done. The work, however, suc- ceeded, in spite of its bulk, and still maintains a preference over my lighter and better productions, in the estimation at least of my cotemporaries, the ladies of a certain age, who first read its multi- tudinous pages, when they were as young as the author who wrote them ; and who still mistake their own first, warm impressions for the merits of a work, which, truth to tell, had not too many to boast of. Extreme youth,^ like extreme age, is naturally verbose. If the aged speak from the fulness of memory, the young are loquacious from the novelty and strength of their sensations. Youth, likewise, THE KEY OF THE BOOK CASE. 287 suspects not its own tritisms and plagiarisms ; nor thinks it is telling what every body knows, and nobody cares for. The secret, the grand secret, that " Vart d'ennuyer est Vart de tout dire'"'* — that to exhaust a subject is not to illustrate it — is un- known to the young, who know so little, and who feel so much. When I wrote " The Novice," two volumes or ten were alike to me. But I must keep the his- tory of my authorship for another time. It would make a cat laugh : alas ! it has often made me cry! * The art of being tiresome consists in leaving nothing unsaid. 288 APOTHECARIES. A PROPOS to quinine, that pretty, elegant medi- cine, that looks like distilled diamonds, or the rill that runs between the ornamented banks of ray dear Kilfane. This getting at quintessences is rather injurious to the craft and mystery of com- pounding. When people cease to take medicine by the pint, adieu to Messieurs les Apothicaires ! This was confessed, with much naivete, lately, by one of the profession, who left it, to undertake an extensive brewery. Being asked the motive of this change, he said, " The public will now swallow my drugs by the quart, instead of the phial." How many professions depend upon the igno- rance of the age in which they flourish. In the middle ages, the apothecaries were general shop- keepers, and, in England, for a long time, the exclusive dealers in wine. In Italy, where so many traces of the middle ages still subsist un- changed, the apothecary is called, to this day, APOTHECARIES. 289 speziale, or spice-dealer. When we resided at Como, we purcliased our tea, sugar, wax-lights, oils, and medicines, all at the same shop. Up to the time of James the First, the apothecaries of London were not a distinct body, but belonged to the Grocers' Company. The probability is, that humanity gained little by the change ; for a trade, when turned into a mystery, is but better fitted to play upon the innate gullibility of man. The hocus-pocus of pouring one bottle into another, lost nothing in the hands of persons, who as- sumed the right of administering, by gallons, their own compositions. Rabelais, by-the-by, was the son of an apothe- cary, who was Seigneur de la Deviniere. Could this feudal lord of lands have been an apothecary, in the modern sense of the word ? — or was he not rather a wholesale general merchant ? The Chinese, in their dull wisdom, have a curious custom in their great towns — a substitute for our dispensaries. A stone, of many cubits high, is erected in some public place, with the names and prices of every medicine inscribed ; and when the poor want physic, they apply to the VOL. I, o 290 APOTHECAUIES. treasury, and get the price of the drug required. This speaks volumes for the probity of the people. If, in Ireland, the treasury was authorized thus to advance the purchase-money of medicines to the poor, instead of their applying to the Me- dical-Hall, I fear their steps would more probably wander to the whisky-shop. This public pricing of drugs bespeaks also great and general ignorance among the people, who are not considered capable of purchasing the outlandish commodity. How different from the modern American, who buys not only his physic, but his theology, where and how he pleases ! In our own times, there has been a vast revolu- tion in apothecaries. As to the mere outward man, what a difference between the formal pro- prietor of a Dalmahoy-wig, and a snuff-coloured or crimson suit of dittoes, an amber-headed cane, and scarlet roquelaure^ (who phlebotomized our fathers, with the solemn air of his own Galen's-head,) and the spruce, dapper incumbent of a cabriolet, who now bounds up to your knocker with a hop-step- and-a-jump ! But the " march of intellect"" has done much more still for the interior. Every pro- MAXIMS — PORTRAITS. 291 fessional man must, in these days, know something of his business ; and the apothecary, whose mental stock in trade is not as much improved as his materiel, will have poor chance of employment. — The dealers in physic first began as conjurors; then figured as priests ; next sunk into retailers of hard words ; and finally have become almost as reasonable and intelligible mortals, as the patients to whom they administer. What will this Jacobinical age come to next ? MAXIMS— PORTRAITS. Nobody writes maxims now. Maxims do not belong to the state of intellect and literature of the present age. In times when knowledge was the exclusive property of a particular class, and when mankind leaned upon the opinions of the learned, they were more apt to refer their conduct to a well established rule, than to govern it by their own reflections. These were the times for " wise saws and modern instances." Men now think for themselves, and do not require recipes for o 2 292 MAXIMS— PORTRAITS. thinking. It is remarkable, that the most celebrated maxim-mongers of modern times were men of qua- lity ; and that their aphorisms are chiefly applicable to the exigencies, vices, and virtues of a court, of which the flower of maxim-mongers has said, '' It does not render us happy, while it prevents the search of happiness in other directions." Towards the middle of the reign of Louis the Fourteenth, maxims became a rage in France. Their terseness, point, and epigrammatic turn, particularly adapted them to I'esprit du Steele^ and to a language made up of phrases — All the coteries of the Hotels La Rochefoucauld, Carnavalet, D'Albret, &c. &c., including all the genuine wit and taste of the day, as opposed to the Hotel Rambouillet and other " bureaux cCesprit,'' dealt largely in maxims. The Due de Rochefoucauld published his, and distanced all competitors. The philosophy of more enlightened times owed much to this breviary of practical and worldly experience. Helvetius borrowed from it his lead- ing doctrine ; and Hume, without acknowledging the obligation, stood deeply indebted to its dogmas for his opinions. MAXIMS — PORTRAITS. 5?93 What a sensation the '' Maxims" must have made at Versailles, when they first came out, and " Each cried, ' that is levelled at me.' " Mesdames de La Fayette, Sevigne, Coulange, Cornuel, and others of the female wits who sur- rounded the gouty chair of the once brilliant cavalier of the beautiful De Longueville, saw the work in MS. long before it was published, and probably helped the illustrious author to some of the poignant maxims, to which female Jinesse seems to have lent its delicacy and its bitterness. It was from this very MS. that a splendid edition of the work was published, some years back, by the Roche- foucauld family, and edited by Mons. Suard, the late perpetual Secretary of the Academy ; who assured me, not only that the work was printed from this precious morsel of autography, but that he was further assisted in his editorial capacity by a copy of the first printed edition, which was marked all over with the duke's own corrections, erasures, and marginal notes. One morning, in Paris, (1818) as I sat reading a letter of Madame de Seviffne, dated from the Hotel 294 MAXIMS PORTRAITS, de la Rochefoucauld, the Count G — de la R was announced. I was so deep in the coterie oi Le Faubourg, that I started, and expected to find the coadjutor along with him. " I have brought you," said my noble visitor, " a little etrenne ;" and he presented me with the works of his illus- trious ancestor — Me voild done a link in the chain with times and persons who so early got possession of my mind and imagination, through the accidents of my miscellaneous and unguided studies. There is a magic in an historical name, that no democracy of opinion or principle can resist, except in the dull and unlettered ; and it is to the glory of some of the greatest families of France, that they were illustrated by some highly-gifted and highly-spirited member, who enhanced the advantages of descent and birth, and redeemed their class from the popular odium which the vices and meanness of its majority incurred. Before the fashion of maxim-making went out, the fashion of portrait-making came in : every body wrote every body's portrait. Two of the best portraits extant are those of Cardinal de Retz, by his old enemy and late friend, the Due de la MAXIMS — rORTRAITS. 29-5 Rochefoucauld, and that of Madame de Sevigne, by Madame de la Fayette. *' La grande prin- cesse" Mademoiselle de Montpensier, in her coarse, vulgar, but natural way, has given a number of cotemporary portraits, through her amusing me- moirs. All her sketches of Charles TI., in his youthful days, when he was paying his addresses to her, are admirable ; though very unlike the frank, generous, and devoted cavalier who figures as the royal hero in one of Sir W. Scott's novels. His utter ignorance of his own affairs — his passion for dogs and horses, and his spending all his time in learning to dance the triolet^ — which, with his declining a dish of ortolans, and throwing himself on a piece of beef and a shoulder of mutton .-f- finally decided her to refuse him — are admirable touches both of character and manner, and make * " Je vous vois ici avec douleur dansant le triolet, et vous divertir lorsque vous devriez etre en lieu, ou vous vous fissiez casser la tete, ou vous remettre la coiuronne sur la tete." ■|- " Je census de lui une fort mauvaise opinion d'etre roi a son Sge, et n'avoir aucune connaissance des affaires : ce n'est pas que je n'eusse par la du reconnaitre monsang. Les Bourbons sont gens fort appliques aux bagatelles, et peu solides. II ne mangea point d'ortolons, il se jeta sur une piece de boeuf, et sur une 6paule de mouton, comme s'iln'y eut que cela." MAXIMS — P0RTKA1T8. up a more faithful portrait of the worthless, pro- fligate, and " mutton-eating king," than any on record. The reason is, that it was drawn from the life, without any reference to party or posterity. In the reign of the Regent Orleans, a work, called Galerie des Pemtrea, collected all the " por- traits" of the time, without any mercy to the originals, and consequently had a considerable vogue. One of the prettiest and best-natured works of this description I know, is still, I believe, in MS. It is by thccelebrated Madame Albrizzi, of Venice, whose acquaintance I had the pleasure of making at Padua, and who speaks in pictures, and may well write them — a charming and rare art! The Albrizzi Gallery is enriched with the most eminent characters of the last half century. Her friend, and once devoted admirer, Denon, has found a conspicuous place in it, hieti encadre. He, in return, has engraved a picture of Madame Al- brizzi, extremely like, and worthy of its fair model. He sent me a copy, a few weeks before his death, with one of his own. Lady C. L was accused of painting the portrait of Lord Byron in Glenarvon, though not MAXIMS — PORTRAITS. 297 en beau. One day, at a dinner party at Copet, Madame de Stael, addressing Lord Byron across the table, asked, in her sans fagon way, " Is it true, my lord, that you are the original of Gle- narvon ?"" " It may be so," he replied, " but I never sat for it." Every body, who writes novels, now labours under the imputation of putting forth their friends and enemies "in their books." No " kindred or propinquity" excludes the suspicion. No one is thus accused more than I am ; and no one is more innocent of the charge. Except in the instances of a few public characters, which are fair game, all my sketches have been of the species or genus, and never of the individual. Still I think I could draw a character from the life, if I should set about it. Voyons—^'' My dear friend Mrs. * * * is one of those who — " But no ; I'll keep my dear friend as sportsmen keep bag foxes ; to let her loose on a future and more favourable occasion for shewing sport. J298 HUMAN ANIMALITY. " His intellect is not replenished — he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts." Shakspeare. The chances of my visiting list brought to my boudoir this morning two such pretty creatures, male and female, so brilliant and so bird-like, that I thought they had escaped from a group of tropical specimens that stood in a corner of the room, and which they very much resembled. There was the bill, and the beak, and the bright plumage, and elegant form ; and not one sound of melody in their discordant voices— not one idea in their vacant heads : and so they chirped, and chattered, without ceasing, with all the emulative noise and volubility of bores and birds. They had neither of them met before ; and, mutually excited and mutually pleased, they so ruffled and fluttered their feathers at each other, that I really longed to catch both, to shut them up together in the same cage, and add HUMAN ANIMALITY. 299 them to my collection of curiosities, natural, and un-natural. These two creatures can never have any conduct, for they are evidently and organically- deficient in their judgment; those bird-shaped heads, with their disproportioned beaks, and falling-in of the lower part of the facial structure, always produce self willed folly — the obstinacy which arises from the inability to receive an impres- sion. One of my pretty visitors has recently and strongly evinced this species of imperturbability. Persons who resemble brute animals, are generally deficient in intellect. Men who have the low shallow forehead of the bull-dog will prefer Mendoza to Coke upon Littleton ; and send them as you may to the bar or to the pulpit, they will live and die prize-fighters — if not in the ring at Hockley, at least in the circle of their friends and acquaintance, to whom their pugnacity will be a perpetual annoyance. Men who resemble monkeys (and I know several who do), who have small close meet- ing eyes, are generally rogues, or at least ex- tremely cunning ; but it is the cunning which is 300 HUMAN ANIMALITY. without wisdom — precisely the species of intelli- gence ascribed to the amusing animal they re- semble. Men, who resemble horses, may succeed by force of volition in particular careers, where will is more requisite, than development of intel- lect ; but the horse- faced gentleman could never truly answer in the affirmative to poor Maturin's habitual question, on a first introduction — " Are you intellectual F" I believe it is an allowed fact in physics, that the extreme facial development, which goes to the physiognomy of our horse-faced friends, is always at the expense of the brain ; for the horse is a nwst stupid animal, thorough-breed him as you may. Confide in your dog, your cat, your mule, your ass, (a most misrepresented ani- mal, by the by,) but beware of your horse ! Train, break, educate, and harness him, he is never to be trusted. If I had the task allotted me of selecting those to whom the destiny of a nation was to be committed, I should never choose men who bore an obvious resemblance to any of the race of brute animals : they must be morally defective somehow or other. Tlie head of a bird is not HUMAN ANIMALIXy. 801 only a moral defect, but a positive animal defor- mity. A horse's head is not a deformity, but it is evidently a very inferior organization. Before the representatives of the people are chosen by the people, who themselves have been likened, by a great statesman and philosopher, to pigs, and called a swinish multitude, I would have them examined by the suffrages of a committee of emi- nent physiologists, anatomists, physicians, and sur- geons. Well, all this may be nonsense; but it is my sense: tale, quale, I give it as I have it. '* A homely thing, Sir, but a thing of my own,"" as Touchstone says ; and so, there it is ! 302 MY REVIEWERS. " Tout ce qui s'attache ^ la peau des raalheureux gens de lettres." Figaro. Theue is nothing so droll -as the way in which reviews are sometimes got up— the manner in which " the charge is prepared," and sentence of death pronounced, by the awful " we's," against poor authors, like myself, who have had their little success, not only without the '* metaphysical aid" of reviewers, but in absolute defiance of their fulminations. The review of " Salvator Rosa" was perpetrated after this fashion. The great well-known of a great review, in distributing work to the little un- knowns who write under him, transmitted a copy of mine to be cut up by a certain cockney liberal, the Lycurgus of Bow-bells, and the Solon of the Poultry. The book, thus marked for cutting by the top-sawyer, fell into the hands of one who men- tioned it to the author. Pardi '. it was " cut and MY REVIEWERS. 303 come again !" — all scored, underlined, and mar- ginally-noted with square and rule canons of criticism — as a guide to the London journeyman, who knew as much of " Salvator" and the arts, as he did of the interior of Devonshire-house or the Vatican. But no matter : " puis done qiiil suffisoit en ce tems-la d'avoir la figure dliomme pour se meler de eritiquer''' — he applied himself to the job, and a long, inflated, bitter article was done, as per order, full of mis-statements and misrepresentations ; when " one sad doubt arose," of a much less conclusive tendency than that of Parnell's " Hermit," but on a point of more imme- diate personal interest. The reviewer, a commande- ment, was not only a journeyman sawyer of the great Edinburgh pit, but he was also on Mr. Col- burn's list of " my authors ;■" and as the authoress of " Salvator" was the queen-bee of that gentleman's authorical hive, there was no knowing how the matter might be taken, or how far it might offend Mr. Colburn to attack his queen-bee, and stop the sale of a work upon which he had expended a considerable price. To set his mind at ease, then, the executeur des hautes ceuvres of the literary S04 MY REVIEWERS. justiciary of Edinburgh took his review to New Burlington-street, for inspection : but, just as he was in the act of shewing his MS., the subject of its vituperations was announced ; who, having les petites entrees of the publisher's study, followed the servant sufficiently closely, to catch a glimpse of the long leg and ci-devant white stocking of the reviewer, in his escape by another door. " Who have I frightened away .?" asked " the lively little lady,'' as the Quarterly calls her, when it does not call her an " odious worm !" " Only the reviewer of ' Salvator Rosa' in the forthcoming Edinburgh," replied the bibliopo- list. *' And what does he say .^" " Why, it is, on the whole, rather bitter — it is indeed !" " May I look at it.f* for there it lies, I know upon instinct." " I think you had better not. Besides, it is a point of honour — indeed it is out of the question." " Oh ! honour among thieves ! Will you let him publish it ? for I take it for granted he is one of your Johnny Raws." MY REVIEWERS. 305 *' Why, indeed — that is, I do not think it can do any harm. The attack on ' France' sold two editions, you know." ^' Oh ! if it is to serve i/our sale, laissezjaire r " The book has already done its business ; but if your ladyship object — " " I ! Oh dear, no ; let the man earn his money. By the by, who is he ?" " Who is he ? Oh, I cannot — that is — upon my honour, I cannot tell you. Clever man, though — a popular author — he is indeed !" "■ You won't tell me his name?" " I cannot, indeed — it is quite out of the ques- tion. Lady M ." " Well, I'll tell you /" Le fermier de mon talent opened his eyes ! " Indeed, Lady M , you cannot even guess who it is. Besides, you really — that is, I should not tell you, if you did." " It is Mr. ***!"" and I announced the name of my Zoilus. " Dear me ! — well, now, really, you are so odd ; but you are mistaken — you are, indeed !" I was not mistaken ; nor do I know any just cause 306 MY REVIEWERS, or impediment why I should not denounce my criti- cal executioner, who has sliewn me so little mercy, so little justice ! There is something so revolting in hired misrepresentation — something so mutually de- grading, in a task thus given, and thus performed — it belongs so peculiarly to the canaille of litera- ture, who stab for pay, like bolder (and honester) assassins, that the soul sickens when talent, and supposed liberality, desert the standard of inde- pendent opinion, to enlist in the bande noire of organized vituperators, or enrol in the troop of well paid puffers and party panegyrists ! It is, therefore, perhaps, for the interests of literature and morality that an exposure of such literary girouettism should be made ; and yet I cannot seriously denounce even a public enemy. Though I may have " stirred up with a long pole"* the deathless vengeance of the Literary Gazette, or have rompu la paille with the higher powers of the Quarterly, in return for the seven deadly sins, for which they have excommunicated me in their Index Expurgatorius, still I have always rather fenced * See letter to the Reviewers of Italy, prefixed to the third edition of that work. MY REVIEWERS. 307 with my foes in fun, than sparred with them in spite — I have never been the first to announce, nor de- nounce, the names of the calumniators who have endeavoured to blacken and to slander mine ; and even now, leaving my Bow-bell Reviewer to public detection, as I have done others of my critical assailants, whom I have trotted out for public amusement (nor failed in the intention,) I thus give my wrongs to the wind, and his name, in a whisper, to the safe ears of our mutual publisher. For his article on Salvator, I leave it untouched and unanswered, to mark an epoch of decadence in that great periodical, which, in the better energy of its pristine vigour, was wont to con- secrate its severity by the general justice of its attacks, and the brilliant talent with which they were executed. And now, instead of gratifying my revenge, I will do what is so much more gracious, and so much more consonant to my sex, character, and country — I will gratify my vanity, by recording the opinion of one on the subject of Salvator Rosa, in eveiy way qualified to judge of all in which the arts are concerned ; of one who has, in his own 308 MY REVIEWERS. exquisite works, left proofs of a finer tact in literature, than all the critical acumen from Aris- totle to the Aristarchus of Modern Athens in- cluded — I mean the author of Egypt, the Dhrcteur du Musee Fraii^ais, the Baron Denon. I have the less scruple in recording the opinions of this illus- trious writer and artist, on the subject of my Life of Salvator, because it is the very reverse of indis- criminate approbation. Salvator Rosa, considered as the rival of Pous- sin, (" the god" of Denon's idolatry,) was not viewed with any favourable prepossession by the proud compatriot of " the Poet of Painters :" for Denon, though long standing at the head of the cognoscenti of Europe, and revered as their Coryphaeus, had the heroic weakness of na- tionality, the foible of the patriotic ; and the com- parative merits of the two great cotemporaries of THE PiNCio were too often brought in contrast by the Romanticists of the day, not to embitter a little the feelings of the elegant classicist, whose love of the arts, as they existed in the antique world, was confirmed among the ruins of Rome, and in the gallery of the capitol, where, MY REVIEWERS. 309 both as a minister and an exile, the deepest of his impressions were taken, and the happiest of his days passed. Au reste — to account for the rather odd appellations of " Drole de corps,'" and " Vol au vent,'''' used in these letters, they were mutually given and accepted in the gaiety and intimacy of a friendship, by which I was so much and so long distinguished — the mutual sohriquets passed into our correspondence, which continued till within a few weeks of his death. It is from that correspon- dence, that I now, for the benefit of the arts, and the gratification of their lovers, as much as in my own defence against an unjust, misrepresenting, and hired criticism, select and transcribe two letters* on the subject of my publication of the " Life and Times of Salvator Rosa." * Although this first letter does not more than allude to the im- mediate subject before me, the public, I think, will not be sorry to possess, in its integrity, so good a specimen of the grace and playful- ness of Mons. Denon's turn of mind, which, in one of his ad- vanced age, is peculiar to the climate and temperament of France. 310 MY REVIEWERS. " To Lady Morgan, Dublin. *' MON CHER DrOLE DE CoRPS, " Je viens d'apprendre que la traduction de Sal- vator Rosa paroissoit depuis quelques jours. Le premier qui ni''en a parle, est Monsieur de Segur,* qui m'a dit, qu'il I'avoit devore ; que non seule- ment c''etoit un ouvrage charmant, mais qu'il etoit d'un merit tres-distingue. D'autres m'en ont parle avec enthousiasme. Ces rapports m'ont fait sentir combien je vous aime ; car j'etois tente de remercier ces messieurs du plaisir qu'ils avoient eu. J'ai vite envoye chercher I'ouvrage ; et je vais tacher de lire avec reflexion, avant de vous en parler. '' J'espere que vous allez de suite vous mettre a ecrire le roman de Drole de corps et de Vol au vent. N'attendez pas pour le denouement, que vous mourriez de douleur de la perte que vous viendrez * The celebrated Comte de Segur, the ambassador to Catherine of Russia, and one of the most distinguished authors whicli modern France has produced. His own memoirs, lately published, have added a brilliant gem to the bright galaxy of French autobio- graphy. MY REVIEWKRS. 311 a faire de moi. Je crois qu'il vaut mieux que je vous enleve, que le chevalier furieux cherche nos traces, pour nous poignarder, et se tuer apres, et que nous nous perdions tous trois dans le desert de Zara. En attendant, je vous envoye mon por- trait, qu'il faut tacher de darober a la jalouse fureur du Chevalier, qui aura, sans doute, aneanti une autre epreuve, que je vous avois envoye, et dont vous ne me parlez pas. Dites-lui, cependant quelques tendresses ; car malgre les horreurs qu'il doit faire dans le roman, je me sens pour lui un sentiment que je ne saurois definir. '^ Notre pauvre Mad. est veritablement malade depuis six mois, et cependant n'eSt pas changee. Elle veut vous ecrire : mais si je voulois Fattendre, peut-etre ma lettre ne vous arriveroit- elle jamais. " Monsieur E. vous remettra une notice que je viens de faire, dont il n'y a que cinquante epreuves, pour lui donner de la preciosite. Un petit portrait improvise par le meilleur lithographe, auquel j'ai ajoute celui du dit lithographe nomme Mauresse, et ma portiere, — celle qui vous intro- duisoit, a qui j'avois defendu de dormir, pendant 312 MY EEVIEWEES. que vous etiez icl, et qui se repose apres votre depart. " Vous ne savez peut-etre pas, cher Drole de corps, que votre Vol au vent a eu Thonneur d'etre admis comme membre de votre academie de Dub- lin. Je joins ici une lettre de remereimens a racademie, que je vous prie de remettre a. Mr. le President ; je vous prie aussi de renouveler a Monsieur Davis (qui a bien voulu me donner la premiere nouvelle de mon admission) toutes mes actions de grace. Je lui ai deja ecrit ; mais il est fort possible qu'il n'ait pas re9u ma lettre, attendu que tout ce que jY^cris en Angleterre et en Irlande est regulierement retenu ; — sans doute, pour le faire im primer, lorsqu' il y en aura assez pour former un volume. " Je vous dirai que votre portrait m''a fait grand plaisir, quoique le nez soit trop gros. Mais il est grave avec finesse et delicatesse ; et I'aspect general m'est agreable. " Je suis bien de votre avis relativement a nos corapatriotcs. Cependant il y en a peut-etre encore jusqu'a quatre qu'il faut distinguer de la tourbe regnante. MY REVIEAVERS. SIS " Adieu, cher Drole de corps ; je vous aimc bien, et suis bien aise de vous aimer. " Votre Vol au vent, - « Le 19 Mars, 1824." " Denon." " Voici un petit portrait de Salvator Rosa, qu'autrefois j'ai grave a la hate; je vous en envoyerai un autre, sur une boite, par la pre- miere occasion." " To Lady Morgan, Dublin. " Cher Dkole de corps, '' Je lis avec un plaisir extreme votre Salvator Rosa. L'introduction est une superbe chose. En- suite il faut que vous me permettrez de vous ob- server, que vous prenez trop parti dans la guerre des artistes. S. Rosa avoit bee et ongles pour se defendre, et il en usoit meme la plus part du temps offensivement ; c'etoit un habile homme, mais fort mauvais coucheur. On pouvoit I'admirer, se plaire avec lui ; mais il devoit etre tree-difficile de I'aimer. Vous le peignez comme liberal, et vous K laissez voir plus que glorieux, farouche, fastueux VOL. I. p 314 MY REVIEWERS. hautain, despote s'il avoit pu : furieux pendant toute sa vie d'etre regarde comme un peintre de genre, tandis qu'il n'auroit ete que cela, si dans les dernieres annees de sa vie, il ne se fut avise de faire quatre ou cinq tableaux d'histoire. Apres cela, mon cher Drole de corps, vous Tavez trop loue comme graveur. Dans ces planches il a ecrit ses compositions, la fougue de ses pensees ; mais sa pointe est lache et vagabonde : et dans ce genre, il a ete ni dessinateur ni coloriste. Enfin je vais peut- etre vous faire sauter en Tair, quand je vous dirai que la moindre graveur de Rembrant est preferable a la plus belle de Salvator Rosa. Du reste, cher Drole de corps, vous avez atteint le but principal de voire ouvrage, qui est de faire connoitre le siecle, que vous avez peint jusqu'a I'illusion, tellement quVn le lisant je me croyois de la societe de tous ces gens-la. " Quand vous ferez une seconde edition, souve- nez-vous, chere amie, de mieux traiter le portrait du Poussin, qui etoit aussi modeste qu'il etoit grand. A la verite, il ne savoit ni chanter, ni jouer de farces dans la rue, mais comme peintre d'his- toire, votre enrage petit maitre n'est qu'un nain MY REVIEWERS. 315 pres de ce Colosse. Quand on veut louer ses amis, il faut bien se garder de certains rapprochements, et de reveiller des comparaisons qu'ils ne peuvent soutenir, Songez que le Poussin fut le createur du paysage historique, et le maitre de son gendre le Gouaspe ; et que les seuls tableaux du Deluge, et Diogene brisant la tasse, surpassent tout ce que le Salvator Rosa a fait en paysage, pour la pen see, pour la poesie, et raeme pour la couleur. Quant a la composition, a la gravite, et a la philosophie de rhistoire, le Poussin est peut-etre le premier de tous les peintres. It faut done vous dire, raon cher Drole de corps, que dans la promenade des deux societes qui se rencontrent, j'etois dans celle de Poussin ; et que vous m'offensez en tournant en ridicule mon patron, et ma juste admiration pour lui. " Fidatevi di me, qui Vjous parle de sang froid comme ami, charme que vous ayez fait un ouvrage qui vous fera a tout jamais beaucoup d'honneur, et que j'ai lu avec cet interet, qui rende le succes de I'amitie si doux a partager. " Mille tendres amities bien sinceres." " Le 14 Avriir p 2 316 EXCLAMATIONS. Cold-blooded nations deal but little in exclama- tions; they belong to the petulance of strong im- pulses, and to ardent temperaments, national and individual. The Laplanders neither invoke, ex- claim, nor imprecate ; the French and Italians are continually doing all three. Quakers, whose educa- tion teaches them to " set a pulse and preach their blood to reason,*" scarcely ever resort to exclama- tions, to express their feelings. The English are not exclaimers ; their forms for this purpose are few and foolish ; and when they go beyond the niaiserie of " dear me !" " bless me !" " my stars !" they fall into downright imprecation. The Irish the petulant Irish, are great exclaimers. Like the Italians, they borrow their exclamations from their creed ; and when under strong excitement, pro- nounce in piety, that which, to the Calvinistical severity of English protestant ears, would sound very like profanation ! EXCLAMATIONS. 317 ■ The Italians borrow their exclamations alike from their religion and the antique faith of their great progenitors ; and Per Bacco ! Cospetto ! " Jehovah, Jove, or Lord,"" come with equal and frequent facility to their lips. They invoke, ex- claim, and apostrophise, upon all occasions, trivial or important. A fishworaan in the piazza of the Pantheon, will resort to every vow and invocation of the ancient or modern faith of Rome, to dispose of her stale fish on the evening of a fast day ; and will express her surprise or indignation at an undervaluing chapman, who rejects her eels, or resists her turbot, by a volley of " Madonna Mia's .'" " Sacro Sacramento's^'' and " Madre di Dio's /" The French have a number of charming exclama- tions and apostrophes ; they have also many that are quaint and simple, and extremely effective in low comedy. Moliere abounds in them ; and the humour and the a propos of his ouf! and ouais ! is quite indefinable. Denon and I got into the habit of ouf-ing and ouais-ing at each other, until, with me, it became a tic, putting my native Irish "ahs!"" and " ochs !" in abeyance ; and it is as much as I 318 IRISH JUDGES. can do to resist my interjectory oufs ! and ouais ! even on paper, and in the regular way of professed authorship ! IRISH JUDGES. It is extremely difficult to get the Irish to be grave upon grave subjects. With a few exceptions in favour of absolute dulness and mediocrity, all our judges are droles de corps^ and the highest the drollest of any. What was Joe Miller to Judge Norbury, who kept the bar in a roar for nearly half a century, and rarely passed sentence of death without making some of his auditors die laughing? " Here is a fellow, my lord," (said an attorney, the other day, to one of our legal chiefs,) " accused of stealing turnips; under what act can he be attacked ?" *' I really don't know," said the judge, without taking his eyes from the paper on which he was writing. *' You don't know, my lord?" *' No, not immediately, Mr. * * * *." AT THE HEAD OF HIS PROFESSION. 319 " What does your lordship think of the timber act?" *' Probably — that is, if the turnips were sticky .'" AT THE HEAD OF HIS PROFESSION. Doctor * * * *^ now so celebrated and so wealthy, served a hard probation to success. I knew him in his obscurity, and thought him then a better and an abler man, than I think him now. I saw him struggling, through all the hopeless drudgery of his profession, up to his present emi- nence : haunting hospitals, and bowing to Nurse Tenders. For years, he read, wrote, and lectured, and did every thing but get on — still he laughed, and talked, and was agreeable : at last he looked solemn, wore black silk stockings and creaking shoes, walked on tiptoe, and turned methodist : his success was rapid and complete ; and he is now what is called — at the head of his profession ! — " Le savoirjhire vaut bien le savoirT 320 THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS OF DUBLIN. It has been said by a classic authority, that force without judgment is overthrown by its own impetus ; and the proposition is equally true of virtue. To do good to mankind is less facile than moralists suppose. It requires something more than a mere animal impulse ; and there is much ground for doubting whether the world (at least the British world) does not suffer more from the impertinent interference of mistaken benevolence, than from the direct attacks of sel- fishness and malice on its order and happiness. Charity, more especially, (though, in a well ordered state, a duty whose exercise is limited within a narrow and comprehensible sphere,) becomes, under a government replete with abuses and fertile in factitious misery, a science requiring as much patient research, and as large a grasp of intellect, as any other department of politics. To be cha- CHARITABT,E BAZAARS 321 ritable on an extensive scale, is to legislate for the poor; and man, in his domestic capacity, (what- ever may be thought of him as a citizen or a sub- ject) is an animal made to think and to act for himself. In the British empire, where every class of society is more or less dislocated, where the rewards of industry are subject to frequent revo- lutions, and where life is sustained by the most painful efforts, errors in the direction or energy of he charitable are doubly fatal. They are not only I waste of the scanty and insufficient resources of he multitudinous poor, a destruction of so much )f the materials of happiness, but they are a direct md positive evil, deranging the economy of the ower orders, harassing them by needless and ^ailing dictation, and destroying in their bosoms he principle of independence, without which there ;an be no virtue. An high estimate of pecuniary charity in the scale )f virtues is the result of incivilization, and a testi- nony of the barbarity of the governments where it prevails. Where the people are well governed and prosperous, the field for the exercise of this virtue is T 3 322 THE CHATIITABI.E BAZAAES necessarily limited ; but wherever great and terrible inequalities in human condition subsist, charity is a necessary supplement to the defective institutions, out of which they arise. In the christian world, where pecuniary liberality is dignified as a theolo- gical virtue, charity stands in the place of many more serviceable and important duties ; and much of that energy which should be given to the im- provement of the political and statistic condition of the country, is wasted in a vain attempt to bolster up bad systems, and to avert by elee- mosynary efforts the miseries and vices accumu- lated by misrule. The high and influential classes are especially prone to fall into this error. Too moral and too religious to be satisfied with the wretchedness by which they are surrounded, yet too selfish, perverse, or indolent to attempt a thorough removal of its causes, they satisfy their consciences by attempting to relieve in detail the sufferings, which their privileges and pretensions produce in the gross ; and when tliey have be- stowed a small per centage of their overgrown for- tunes upon the wretches whom their monopoly of power has impoverished and wronged, they OF DUBLIN. 323 flatter themselves that they have done all which human sympathy or divine injunction requires at their hands. This description of charity has been well de- scribed by a popular writer, as '' other- worldly- mindedness;" and no where is it moi'e sensitive and alive than among the aristocracy of Ireland, — a country where mendicity is national, and where religious Quixotism is carried to the fever point of exaltation and excess. Unfor- tunately this fiery and rampant zeal is utterly deficient in knowledge ; and there is more waste of money in the city of Dublin, more direct provoca- tion of misery by ill-contrived attempts to relieve distress, more misdirected energy, than would, if properly applied, remove, ten times over, all the pauperism of a wholesomely constituted society of the same bulk. In a country so teeming with an unemployed population as Ireland, it certainly is not an easy matter to give a proper direction to public feel- ing, and to avoid falling into dangerous errors ; and though it is necessary to signalize the more flagrant and mischievous abuses, and to ridicule 324 THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS an all pervading folly, by which society suffers so deeply, yet it must be confessed that the indi- viduals who come under the lash are not with- out some excuse. If their presumption and self- conceit are absurd and baneful^ their intentions at least are often the purest and the best. The sphere of charity, its productive power of good, being closely confined to the relief of those fortuitous evils to which the lower classes must ever be exposed, even in the best regulated societies, the moment it is applied to large categories of per- sons, as a remedy for permanent abuses, it becomes an unmanageable and equivocal agent of happiness, interfering with independent labour, disturbing its market, and rendering occupation precarious, and its reward fluctuating. The means which a na- tion possesses of employing its population are definite ; and charity, in giving them a new direc- tion, does not increase the sum ; on the contrary, in as far as the process is forced and unnatural, it tends to diminish that sum by waste and mismanagement. Most of the charitable efforts which daily succeed each other for the employing the poor of Ireland, are but the pouring money OF DUBLIN. 325 out of one pocket, to place it in another ; and if certain individuals are put to work in a new direc- tion by the process, an equal number are inevit- ably thrown out of employment in some unobserved department. This evil attaches with particular severity and mischievous effect to those associations of good and pious ladies, who either work them- selves for the benefit of the poor, or find employ- ment for them in charitable asylums, where they ire enabled to under-sell and drive out of the narket all competitors who are thrown upon their nvn resources. The money which is collected by the sale of needle and fancy work thus performed, is a direct robbery of the semsptresses, who, in gar- rets and in cellars, strive to exist by unwearied labour. The cheap repositories that vend articles of taste, fabricated in Magdalen asylums and re- ceptacles for the destitute, not only severely injure the shopkeeper, who pays rent and taxes for the service of the public, but, through him, strikes despair into the bosom of a large class of helpless females, who avail themselves of accomplishments, acquired in happier circumstances, to support 326 THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS themselves in independence, by the only means which the perverse exclusion of women from their natural employments has left open to them. It is no justification of such establishments, that they sell only inutilities, calculated to catch a certain portion of loose cash, which otherv/ise would be lost to benevolence. The manufacture of inutili- ties, no less than that of articles of prime necessity, is the property of the working poor. — a property with which the public cannot tamper, without pro- ducing a certain evil, that is never compensated by the uncertain and delusive good expected from the process. Among the many idle, delusive, and extrava- gant amusements, invented by that model of Grand Caliphs, Louis the XI Vth, not the least remark- able were the shops opened in the saloons of Ver- sailles, and kept by the king''s mistresses, or the princesses of the blood, attended by cavaliers, who, though officiating as shop-boys, were chosen ac- cording to their rank and office. In these maga- zines, toys, trinkets, and jewels of immense value, were distributed at counters, attended by the greatest beauties and most distinguished personages at the OF DUBLIN. 327 court ; and if the cupidity of the courtiers found its account in this prodigality, coquetry lost no- thing by the assumption of a character which added the naivete of the bonne bourgeoisie to the graces of dignity and refinement. Madame de Maintenon dwells with emphasis on the fascina- tions of these illustrious shopkeepers, and the elegance which presided over their counters. The bazaars, called charitable, which, for some successive seasons have been opened in Dublin, have in their details been modelled somewhat after the manner of these comptoirs of Versailles. The market is generally held in some very public place ; either at the Rotunda, (a room consecrated to all public purposes,) or in an hotel or tavern. The stalls are raised on either side ; the shops are kept by ladies of the highest rank in the Irish world of fashion and charity. The work disposed of is their own ; their customers are the public at large, who are admitted on paying a shilling. The profits of the sale, of course, go to charity, sometimes at home — too often foreign, — the conversion of Jews, or the gathering of the stray sheep of Otaheite or Hindostan. The articles produced to extort the 328 THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS benevolence of the customer, address themselves rather to his charity than to his taste. They are multifarious ; and if variety could compensate for want of ingenuity and of skill, there would be nothing to wish for in the bazaars of the cha- ritable ladies of Dublin ; — -worsted stockings, to fit Irish giants, — bead purses, threaded by fairy fingers, — frizettes for the head, woven of horse- hair, — and slippers of hemp for the feet, as fatiguing as the - tread-mill, — hearth-rugs as rugged " as a Russian bear," — and pillows of lavender, not much smoother, — old jelly and stale cakes, which have figured at more than one tea and tract soiree, — and ornaments in every form, that can be produced by paste and paper, and daubed by paint, — from a pagoda to a pincushion, — of just that description which a woman of taste consigns to her housekeeper's room, and the house- keeper, in turn, bestows on the still room, as fit for nothing but to preserve dust, and afford lurk- ing places for spiders. Meantime, if criticism looks on with her " eye malign askance," in its lounge up the long line opened between the repositories of trash, there OF DUBLIN. 329 are many whose susceptibility supplies the place at once of taste and of charity, and the bazaar is the great resort of all the desoeuvres of one sex, and of all the saints of the other. Among the most distinguished of the first, are the military elegants of the garrison ; among the lat- ter, are some of the highest and prettiest of the aristocracy. Placed behind piles of pincushions, each having a moral in minikins stuck on its silken surface, or behind an outwork of paper screens, consecrated by the Lord's prayer and the commandments, stands the fair trader, with a look, " sober, steadfast, and demure," and an air of gentle solicitation, like that of the venders of royal effigies at the gate of the Tuileries, who cry, from morning till night, " Voyez, Messieurs, voyex la Jamille royale de France, et la Princesse Caro- line, tous pour deux sous."^ I was one day much amused by observing a little scene of this sort. The finest eyes I ever saw, were doing the honours of a charitable counter, to the very best of their ability. '* A * " Here, gentlemen, here is the whole royal family of France and the Princess Caroline, all for a penny.'' 330 THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS bonnes enseignes, ion vin."" A young and gallant hussar, whose attention had wandered from stall to stall, with undefined charity, was at last at- tracted by the " voyez, messieurs^'' of the eyes alluded to. The petit commerce once begun, it was difficult to say which party threw most enter- prize and speculation into the transaction. Fly- traps were shut and opened, with suitable com- ments on flies and traps ; tablets were displayed, whose inscriptions were only to be breathed upon, to become, like good impressions, ineffacable; Adam and Eve, with the tempter in the tree, Avorked on a footstool in tent stitch, were not without allu- sion and edification ; and the history of " Theresa Tidy " was recommended as a souvenir for absent sisters, with an air which proved that saints, as well as hussars, can be good disciplinarians. The choice was at length made. It fell upon a bunch of violets, reared by the fair hands of the vender for charitable purposes. The young hussar drew it from its vase, " all dripping with dew," breathed its essence, looked full in the eyes of the belle jardiniere, paid his sigh and his sovereign, and — was elbowed on by a new chapman, whose aid-de- OF DUBLrN. 331 camp's uniform gave him superior claims on the attention of the charitable bazaarist. As I left the door of Morrison's tavern, where the scene passed, the young hussar stood waiting for his cab. A naked, shivering little girl, with a bunch of wallflowers (stuffed with grass " to make a show,") in her dirty hands, came " between the wind and his nobility ;" and with the usual supplicatory drawl of Irish mendicity, solicited bis attention, according to its most approved formu- lary : " The Lord powr (pour) a blessing on your beautiful honour, Sir, and buy them iligant wall- flowers for an half-penny from a fatherless orphant, that hasn't broke her fast this day, God help her.'' His " beautiful honour"" heard her not, or valued not the liquid blessing of Heaven at the price the supplicant put upon it. He held his violets to his nose. His thoughts w^ere behind the counter of the bazaar, and his foot on the step of his cab. After a moment's hesitation, he returned to the bazaar, and the half-penny worth of wallflowers fell to my lot. While ignorant benevolence, and mistaken cha- rity, fancy they are serving the great cause of 332 THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS humanity, by promoting institutions which are, in fact, directly opposed to their laudable intentions, low cunning and self-love take advantage of the circumstance, by joining in a work which pro- duces a temporary intimacy and equality between the little and the great. Many, who have no other means of getting on in society, find, in the cha- ritable repositories, bazaars, and poor-shops, a means of introduction to its autocrats, (for even poor Dublin has its bel airy of acquaintance with the Countess of this, and the Marchioness of the other, the long desired object of all their struggles, hopes, and desires. Among a people essentially vain and ambitious, this sort of connexion draws in a vast number of subscribers, contributors, and labourers, to all schemes of mistaken benevolence, or quackish meddling ; and the peculiar notions of the catholics, on the necessity of a constant prac- tice of charity, complete the sums requisite for their mischievous success. On the privations and sufferings inflicted on the respectable and laborious poor, by such inter- ference with the branch of industry upon which they almost exclusively rely, it would be easy OF DUBLIN. 333 to say some eloquent things ; for it is difficult to enter deeply and warmly into any subject, and not to treat of it effectually. There is no muse like being in earnest. But here is a little document, worth all that practised authorship could give on the subject, however deeply felt, or well studied. It is a letter from some poor sufferer, written in all the simplicity and integrity of conscious injury. I give it, with the too flattering letter in which it was inclosed, and which, (having received it tliis morning, March 29th, 1829,) directed my thoughts to the composition of this brief article. Having allied myself, from my earliest youth, to the op- pressed party of my country, I have never enjoyed there but one distinction. The suffering and the unfortunate of all creeds have honoured me, by claims on my sympathy, which, alas ! is frequently all I have to bestow ; and 1 have, for many years back, been in the habit of receiving applications from the wretched, (a painful preeminence) which have included the details of almost every species of misery which flesh is heir to, from the despair of the condemned convict, who has written to me '^4l THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS from his cell, to the indignant repinings of ne- glected genius, and the eloquent recital of " all the wrongs, which patient merit from the unworthy takes." But to the letter, and the simple statement of the distressed female, suffering from the ladies' charitable bazaar, which I give exactly as I re- ceived it : — " To Lady Morgan, Kildare-street, Dublin. "Without presuming the Irish heart of your ladyship to be at all concerned in the perni- cious custom ! — the enclosed alludes to, it is very humbly submitted to your kind consideration — as one looked up to — as well in national pride — as the kindness of your disposition towards every individual of your country — and as it appears the press (the best medium of rectifying publick evils) will not receive it — your general opinion — of the mischief it records — may go far in serving — a class of poor individuals {your countrywomen^ labour- ing under the hardship it details — and layd before OF DUBLIN. 335 your ladyship — by one of the oppressed sufferers — who has the honour to be, " Your Ladyship's " Most obedient humble Servant, " A Distressed Female." " Duhlin, March ^Hth, 1829." ^ " To the Ladies of the late Bazaar, and those generally of Dublin. " Ladies : " However painful in laying before you in this public manner evils brought on a numerous class of persons — through inadvertency and want of con- sideration (as hunger will break through stone walls) it is necessary, in addition to many hints you have already had laid before you, to now enter into a more particular detail of the misfortune visited on many, by your establishing bazaars and other shops, to be met with in many parts of Dublin, for the sale of ladies' worTcs ; nor are you to suppose in doing so, it is intended to convey any idea of your not laudably working for yourselves or families, or contributing to such charities as you 336 THE CHAIUTABLE BAZAARS may desire to be interested in ; but in doing so, permit me to say, you should put your hands in your pockets, and by no means interfere with the bread of others, as you manifestedly have done. You will please to recollect that besides the more common and industrious classes of society, there are many respectable, well educated females, re- duced, from misfortune, andinoijault, to the neces- sity of earning their bread by the work of their hands ; inferior in taste, ingenuity, and acquire- ments, to none of their countrywomen ! now thrown on the world for want of a usual emporium for the sale of their labour ; wrought probably in filial piety for the humane and dutiful purposes of assisting an aged father or mother perishing in silent misery. For your bazaars, and from the glut of work they accumulate, prevent even shop-keepers from taking any oiF their hands, from the impos- sibility of disposing of it, as well as others pur- chasing those articles of taste and ingenuity, these unhappy people were wont to earn subsistence by. And really, ladies, where females are concerned, I would put it to your kind consideration, if it is con- sonant to the generous feelings of our soil, to thus OF DUBLIN. 837 open the floodgates of vice, as a probable mode of preventing starvation, encreasing female crime, and multiplying mendicity, in the current of misery and want. *' Our unfortunate country labours under the severe oppression of considerable absenteeism ; but how despairingly must it indeed be felt, if those our residents, blessed with rank and fortune, lend their aid to increase distress in any part of the com- munity, for the benefit of a good name ; let the object be what it may, nothing can be called charity, that uncharitably takes bread from the mouths of many. " And although excuses may be made for ladies of high consideration not being sufficiently ac- quainted, either with the nature of the trading world, or desperate state of the poor, none can, for tJwse (some now holding titles) who have been in- debted in a great measure for their present good fortune, to the benefit of fair trade, and support of the poor; swallowing Laethean drafts and standing behind a bazaar table, inflicting in the articles they sell, misery and want on several poor creatures, their countrywomen. VOL. I. 0. 338 THE CHARITABLE BAZAARS " Your last bazaar, it is understood, not only netted a considerable sura of money by what it sold, but has left a great quantity of ladies' work yet to be disposed of; and which, notwithstanding the jnety and charity of the worthy females concerned, is now at their desire, to be got rid of by a LOTTERY ; as well in the teeth of the acts of the legislature, as truly encouraging a species of gam- bling ; as destructive a vice as ever (in its ava- ricious propensities) seized on the human heart ; and this being under the description of little-go's^ becomes subject to magisterial interference. All this shews the quantity of work you ladies have set up against the poor and industrious fair trader, whose hands is his or her support, and which, evidently, you are not borne out in any inter- ference with for any object whatsoever ; or to lay the foundation of your charities, at the expense of the poor. " And it is presumed, from the non-attendance of our gracious vice-queen at your bazaar, that though a stranger to our country, she has had that consi- deration in the benevolence of her heart, which, either through inadvertency or the fashion of the OF DUBLIN. 339 day, appears to have escaped yours. And believe the want of emporium for sale of female works, has occasioned much trouble to her grace, by many of those starving creatures who have had no other hope of trying to get their productions off their hands, has led them to seek that commiseration from the stranger, which they have failed to receive at home. So contrary is all this to the natural goodness of heart, so wound up in our national female character, that it is indeed with pain it is adverted to, and is only attributed to the imme- diate desire of doing good ; having in the impulse of the moment, banished that more general, re- flecting, and feeling consideration. Your hearts, when thus strongly appealed to, will, I am con- vinced, receive in the charity and benevolence, so characteristic in the fair daughters of Erin. " Whose obedient servant lam, " Penelope, •'* Dublin, 23d March. " Out of work.'' " Editor,'' Sfc. Sfc. Src END OF VOL. I. LONDON : SHACKELL ANC BAYUS, JOHNSOn's-COUST, FLEET- STREET, mf ?ri\