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a new romance in Bentley's Miscellany. Mr. DICKENS has THE REGISTER.

the start of them all with his “ Great Expectations," which JANUARY 1, 1861.

is finding high favour with his many readers.

In Fraser's Magazine for December there is a touching

article in memoriam of the late Mr. John William PARKER, LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

Jun., for some years past the “main guide and chief fosterer" AMONGST the new books which have been issued during the of that publication. It is not so much a sketch of his history, past month, and a full list of which is given at the end of this as of his character, which was essentially original and renumber, are several of unusual interest and value. Special markable," and altogether such that “it is not too much to mention may be given to Mr. (now Professor) KINGSLEY's say that his premature death has left a permanent blank in as inaugural lecture at Cambridge, "The Limits of Exact large a circle of loving friends as perhaps any private man of Science applied to History ;” Mr. Everson's book on “ The this day possessed, and a void also in the world of letters which Right Conduct of Life," which seems to have somewhat dis will not speedily be filled up.” We quote a few passages appointed his admirers; the seventh volume of the late Duke from this affectionate tribute from an author to the memory of WELLINGTON's Supplementary Dispatches, edited by his of his publisher :- “ He was a man well placed. His one amSon, the present Duke; the concluding volume of Mr. Mack-bition in life was to help in su staining worthily the eminent NIGHT's "Life of EDMUND BURKE;" a “Life of the late publishing house which his father's great erergy and ability Dr. George Wilson, late Professor of Technology in the had raised, in an unusually short time, to the position of one of University of Edinburgh,” by his Sister; "The History and the leading firms of the metropolis. To do this, with the largest Philosophy of Civilization,” by Mr. ALEXANDER ALISON; the most liberal spirit, looking always far more to credit and “The Journal and Correspondence of the first Lord AUCK- honour than profit, was the single aim of Mr. Parker's LAND,” edited by the present Lord AUCKLAND, Bishop of very useful life. He was a good writer, but prudently Bath and Wells; “SHAKSPEARE, his Birthplace and its abstained from writing much himself, being well aware that Neighbourhood," by Mr. R. WISE ; Mr. JOHN LOTHROP his chief business was to criticize, to estimate, and to MOTLEY’s “ History of the United Netherlands ; ” First correct. Untiringly he sought to discover who was the Lines in Theology,” edited by Mr. Farrer, from the MSS. man who best understood any given subject, and could of the late Dr. Pre SMITH ; and Mr. HEPWORTH Dixon's write upon it. Having once ascertained that, and gained “Personal History of Lord Bacon," some discourse concern. him as a writer, he would give the man his whole coning which will be found a few pages further on.

fidence, and ever afterwards stand by him with The present season has been richer in gorgeously bound what of the same chivalrous loyalty with which our present and illustrated gift books than any other we remember; premier is ready, as far as he justly can, to defend against all but books entitled to be called “ Christmas books ” otherwise comers any member and any subordinate of his administrathan by virtue of their binding and illustrations, have this tion.” And his authors ! how he loved them (they year been very few. One of the few is a “ Garland of were generally his friends); how he busied himself in all Christmas Carols,” edited by Mr. Joshua SYLVESTER, ex

their concerns! He was to them like the family physician, quisitely printed by WHITTINGHAM, and published by Mr. to whom all griefs and vexations can be told, and who strives J. C. HOTTEN. It is much the best and most complete hard to invent a remedy for everything that may go wrong in collection of Christmas carols that we are acquainted with, the family. This love in our friend partook of the excitability including many carols which do not appear in any other col- of his character ; and he would have liked to have edited all lection.

newspapers, and conducted all magazines and reviews, in Two new metropolitan daily newspapers are talked of as

order that everything his friends wrote might have the ad

“He likely to be started early in the new year; otherwise, the vantage of his affectionate superintendence.” ....

was one of the most witty and humourous men of his generaNatural History Review, announced in these columns last month, constitutes, with the exception of a little penny monthly, with him merely on business, what a world of humourous

tion. Little, perhaps, thought the persons who conferred the only absolutely new enterprise in connexion with periodi. cal literature which we hear of as being likely to be entered fancy lay in that capacious brain, when they saw the apon at this season,-a season which is usually so prolific of pale, nervous, anxious man, dilligently, and somewhat sadly,

His huenterprises of the kind. The Psychological Journal, however, pondering over a difficult matter of business. to-day commences a new series, to be characterized by an

mour was of such a peculiar kind, that it well deserves enlargement to 200 pages per number, and by “the incorpo- down to any of those country houses which he gladdened with

description. It was remarkably dramatic. When he came ration with each number of a series of essays, similar in his presence, the walls of which will never ring again with character to the leading article of the Times and the papers such an exuberance of mirth as he brought there (for when in the Saturday Review, illustrative of the present and pro- he came, you felt that, not a man, but “the holidays had spective condition of the medical profession in its moral, social, political, literary, and scientific relations." The Jour- liar form of character, which he would maintain with a force

come down”), his great delight was to represent some pecunal will continue to be published quarterly, and will continue to be edited by Dr. FORBES WINSLOw; but its title and skill which would have given him the highest place on will be changed to the Medical Critic and Psychological the comic or the tragic stage. Now he was a man weary of Journal.

the world,-'a wreck overgrown with ivy,' to use his own

incongruous expression,--who took a mournful view of all The penny monthly just referred to is to be called “The

human affairs. At another time he was the successful man New Penny Magazine ; a Monthly Illustrated Journal of of the world,-a brilliant inventor and projector of companies. wholesome Information and Amusement for the Working And what companies they were !--each of them having a Classes." Its first number is to be issued to-day, from the office of our contemporary the Critic, which announces that correspondents and branch offices in the moon! The fancies

a chaplain (a chaplain was always indispensable), and with it “will receive the support of the Book-Hawking Associa- of the philosophers in Laputa were surpassed by our humourtion, which has now an organization extending through the ous friend; and the urgency with which he pressed the merits length and breadth of the country."

of his scheme upon the notice of every individual he could Nearly every periodical of any note is commencing the year lay hold of, outdid the fervour of even a real speculator." with a new serial story. Mr. TIIACKERAY commences, in

“In former days, jests and sharp sayings were the Cornhill,“ The Adventures of Philip on his way through current, which showed that there was not too much love the World, showing who robbed him, who helped him, and between authors and their publishers. That time has, hapwho passed him by;” Mr. Sala commences in Temple Bar pily, long passed away. Many an author will now heartily “The Seven Sons of Mammon;” Miss MULOCH, the Au- admit that he has found his best friend in the publisher. thoress of " John Halifax, Gentleman,” commences a new But no man in this generation can have done more to cement story in Good Words ; Mr. G. WHYTE MELVILLE commences the good feelings between authors and publishers than the & new story in Fraser; and Mr. Harrison AINSWORTH | late Mr. John William PARKER.”

A ROMANCE IN SIX CHAPTERS.

THE PRIMA DONNA'S REVENGE. doostan, and having an excellent constitution, did not lose his

liver there. He lost, however, quite as important a part of BY GEORGE AUGUSTUS SALA,

his organization, to wit, his heart, which was violently AUTNOR OP "TWICE BOUND THE CLOCK," " A JOURNEY DUE XORTI," TIE ravished from him at a ball at Government House, Calcutta, KOGARTI PAPERS," ETC. ETC

by a Miss Aylmer, the prettiest girl in the three presidencies, CHAPTER III.

and without one rupee to rub against another. Harry, by UP AT THE CHATEAU DE LUZ.

this time Captain Dayrell, could do nothing better, in the A GALA dinner, including the famous omelette aux fines hope of getting his heart back again, than marry the possessor, herbes, was in due time discussed by the Abbé Guillemot and and he shortly afterwards became the husband of Lucy Aylmer. his guest. Coffee, and a modest châsse of very good cognac, The children of the Reverend Leonard Dayrell were, it is followed. In the evening M. Limayrac, a young architect, a certain, remarkable for getting on in the world, but they had student from the Ecole des Beaux Arts in Paris, and his friend also a notable facility for something else, viz., for getting out of M. Hugo de Presmes, decorative artist of the Quartier Latin, it; and three years after his marriage, in the year of grace 1818, who were carrying out the restorations in the church, looked Captain Dayrell, then political agent at Galluspore, was in. They “fraternized,” to use the term, which, however, did cruelly murdered by a party of Thugs. The young widow, not come into general use until ten years afterwards, with the with a child, an infant in arms, and the fair-haired Leonard, young Englishman, making, however, a reservation for their of whom we are now discoursing, came naturally to England. political opinions, which were decidedly hostile, not to say Captain Dayrell's pay and allowances had been large, but his rabidly inimical, to the native country of Leonard Dayrell. / habits were expensive, and he did not leave five hundred The abbé and M. Limayrac played backgammon until ten, pounds in the world behind him. The Devonshire rector and M. Hugo de Presmes and Leonard smoked cigars in the thought he had done quite enough for his youngest son,-“that garden, the former, with much gesticulation and a great deal ungrateful child,” as he always called him, because he liked of fervid eloquence, endeavouring to explain to the English- painting and poetry and similar vanities,-in getting him the man (with sentiments of the most distinguished considera- cadetship which cost him nothing; and, to tell truth, thought tion towards him, personally), that Albion was irreclaimably it rather an indelicate proceeding on the part of his daughter. perfidious; that the massacres of the Reign of Terror were in-law to come back to England at all. She ought to have brought about by the gold lavished by Pitt and Coburg; remained in India, and have married a collector of salt duty, and that, but for the treachery of Grouchy, the English and or a judge of Sudder Adawlut, or something of that kind, he Prussian armies would have been overwhelmed and anni. reasoned. Widows always married in India; and, indeed, hilated at Waterloo by the Emperor Napoleon.

he more than half hinted that in default of a second matri. If the fairies had watched over the couch of Leonard monial alliance, Mrs. Dayrell would but have accomplished a Dayrell he could not have enjoyed a sounder and sweeter strict act of duty in carrying out the institution of Suttee, night's rest. While he is achieving his toilette in the and burning herself on a neat funereal pyre, perfumed with morning, -not without a certain care and nicety, for although sandal-wood and gum benzoin, in the compound of her late he is manly and rough and ready, Mr. Leonard is not desti. | husband's bungalow. As it was, he promised to try and get tute of the knowledge that he is a smart and good-looking the little Leonard“ made something” so soon as he had young fellow,- let us inquire a little into the antecedents of the attained an age for ministers and magnates to be importuned caré's visitor, and endeavour to discover how he became the on his behalf; but meanwhile he neglected to invite the protégé of the Marquis of Swinestale, and what merits or widow to share the hospitality of his roof. She had her pendemerits on his part led to his being dispatched as minis- sion, it is true, and a little allowance for the child; on this she ter plenipotentiary of his lordship, and chargé d'affaires lived in a pinched and meagre manner enough, till the genearchæologiques to Cidre-Fontaines.

rous Lord of Swinestale happened one day to remember that he The history of the young Englishman is a short, and not by had stood godfather to the youngest son of his domestic any means a romantic one. Leonard Dayrell was an orphan. chaplain, for whom he had got the cadetship, and provided He was of good family enough to be the only child of the him, moreover, with a handsome outfit, and a nest-egg in the younger son of a rector of a small parish in Devonshire, who shape of pocket-money, when he set sail for Bengal. Lord being of ancient county descent, and having a very small Swinestale, an idle, careless, self-indulgent man, but with an income, thought himself perfectly justified in quartering as excellent heart, was princely in all the good actions he permany of his children as he possibly could upon the public. formed when he could muster up sufficient volition to perform This was in the good old days of tax-eating sinecurists,--days them at all. He gave Mrs. Dayrell a charming little cottage which, I am given to understand, are not yet entirely departed. he possessed in mid-Kent to live in, rent free. The produce So Bab, and Sally, and Louey, the rector's daughters, being of the orchard and the kitchen-garden alone nearly added quietly provided for by gentlemen of good estate in the west seventy-five per cent. to her pension. He announced that he country, Jack, the eldest, went into the army, and was com- undertook to provide for Leopard's future career in life, and fortably killed at Salamanca. He was mentioned in the commenced carrying out his intention, in 1823, by sending the duke's despatches for his conspicuous gallantry, so no one little fellow, then six years of age, to Mrs. Cranberry's celecould maintain that he did not make a good end of it. Tom, brated preparatory school, on the Grand Parade, Brighton, the second son, distinguished himself at college, got a fellow whence, after five years' assiduous study of the beach and its ship, and in due time a living, and if he had not died of an marine curiosities, the world as it appeared from a donkey's indigestion might have been a bishop. Will, the third, went back and Mrs. Cranberry's jam-pots--a curriculum occasionally to sea, made large sums in prize money, had every chance of varied by a little book-learning gently instilled by that good obtaining a post-captaincy; and, the ten-gun brig, in which he lady without any application of birch, he was removed to Eton. was lieutenant, being totally wrecked coming home from the Here Leonard suffered and enjoyed himself as much as most west coast of Africa, was never more heard of. Harry, the Eton boys do. He was bullied, and bullied others in his turn. fourth,-you see what a large family the Devonshire rector He was fagged, and toasted his young master's bacon, and had, -saved his family any trouble on his account by consis. when he was advanced enough he had a fag of his own, who tently remaining, from his birth upwards, an idiot, and suc- made his buttered toast for him. He was flogged, but not cumbed under an attack of water on the brain in his tenth year. often, ate his share of confectionery, went out boating, paperLeonard's father was the last of this bright band. He had a chasing, and so forth, and left Eton at fifteen, a very manly, turn for poetry, and painting, and natural history, and other honest, handsome lad, and a very fair scholar. Lord Swines. unproductive avocations; but the personal wishes of boys and tale would have sent him to college, would have made him girls were not often consulted in the rector's family, and so parson, guardsman, barrister, whatever he liked; but the Harry was told that his fortune was made when, through the boy had very early evinced a decided leaning for those une interest of my Lord Swinestale, whose domestic chaplain, for profitable occupations which had laid his dead father open to a short time after leaving the university, Leonard Dayrell an accusation of ingratitude. Then Leonard had begun to had been, a cadetship was procured for him in the East draw almost as soon as he could hold a pencil. As he grew India Company's military service. So Harry went to Hind older, his rough, rude scrawls had developed into tasteful and graphic sketches. He began to paint in oils and water. things he didn't do. He loved to look at works of art, and colour, to etch, to carve wood, to model in clay. He read buy them, and exchange them, and turn them about in a hunwith avidity all the works on art, ancient or modern, in which dred ways. Leonard and he pottered in and out of auction rooms the noble library of his patron abounded ; and it must be and curiosity shops together. They hunted up framo makers confessed that these studies were somewhat detrimental to and picture restorers. They arranged and re-arranged Lord his progress in Latin verse-making and Greek play-constru. Swinestalo's picture galleries, cabinets of gems, coins, cameos, ing, albeit in those accomplishments, so essential for the and antiques, cupboards full of porcelain, vestibules full of moral and physical welfare of a young English gentleman, he porcelain, portfolios of engravings and water-colour drawings, attained no contemptible proficiency. There was clearly no over and over again. There was always some odd artistic job belp for it. His grandfather, now immensely old and silly, that the marquis wanted Leonard to do,-a head to copy, an to whom he paid a visit during one of his vacations, was very engraving to mount, a tarnished water-colour to touch up, much shocked to learn that the artistic sins of the father had the broken finger of a statuette to replace. Lord Swinestale been visited on the child. He informed Leonard that he was could do scarcely anything without Leonard; and when to bringing his (the rector's) gray hairs with sorrow to the this you add that he made him a friend and not a dependant; grave. He opined that he would infallibly lose the valuable that the young man was known to be a gentleman of good patronage of the Marquis of Swinestale; and then, with a family, and by his father and grandfather, of position; that touch of sarcasm, he advised him to apply for the vacant post he was received in the best houses ; that he rode, and shot, of drawing master in the Misses Gimp's establishment for and danced, and dined, and flirted like other young gentlemen young ladies at Tiverton, instead of going to college and being of high degree, although he had nothing to depend upon “made something comfortable under government,” through save the generosity of his patron, it is not to be wondered at the influence of the powerful nobleman who had adopted that he was always putting off until the morrow that grand him. Fortunately, however, for the lad, Lord Swinestalo historical picture, that chaste and classical landscape, that had a refined and cultivated love for art. He saw at once of marble group of Achilles inconsolable for the loss of Briseis, what Leonard was capable. He loved painting too much, with which he had been threatening the Exhibition of the indeed he had one of the finest private galleries in Europe, - Royal Academy, and challenging the ire of the critics for at and he wisely determined to allow the boy to follow the bent least five years. of his own inclination. When Leonard was sixteen his When Lord Swinestale condescended to provide the funds mother died, and, apart from the uncles and aunts who did for the restoration of the church of St. Luc des Fontaines, it not care one halfpenny about him, and the grandfather who was but natural that he should wish to send some one to the was more than four-fifths imbecile, he was left quite alone spot who would faithfully inform him as to the manner his and unprotected in the world. But Lord Swinestale, when the wishes had been put into execution, and his money laid out. boy's first bitter grief was over, bade him be of good cheer, and There was no one so eminently fitted for the task as was have no anxiety for the future. He took Leonard to live with Leonard Dayrell, and the old nobleman being, as has before him entirely; and the fortunate youth had the run of all his been hinted, very indolent and very gouty, he imparted his lordship's sumptuous town and country houses. But his kindly mandate to Leonard, who, nothing loth, and with a studies were not neglected. The most famous English good stock of circular notes in his pocket, departed for Nor. artists of the day were engaged to give him lessons. All mandy, taking, as all young men should do, Paris in his way. agreed that he had a wonderful capacity for, and appreciation Do you understand the character of the Abbé Guillemot's of, art. All regretted that he could not be persuaded to guest by this time? I have drawn his portrait en pied. devote his attention to one particular branch, and become Three-and-twenty years of age, fair, blue-eyed, handsome, either painter, sculptor, or engraver, in history, in genre, or athletic, sound in wind and limb, clever and vivacious, in landscape,-in any one of which departments he could generous and honourable in heart, but not very much scarcely fail in obtaining eminence. But Leonard flew from addicted to steady application or hard work. One thing, artistic flower to flower like a bee, and though he gathered however, Leonard had firmly intended to do when he enhoney enough, omitted to collect it in one hive. When he tered the diligence which was to bear him into the bosom was nineteen, the marquis sent him with a handsome allowance of La Normandie, and that was to enjoy himself, and to Paris, and he studied in the Louvre and the Luxem- make himself as agreeable to everybody in Cidre-Fontaines bourg, danced, dined, went into society, flirted, and acquired as ever he possibly could. I am bound to say that he carried that pernicious habit of smoking the very best cigars pur- out this determination with a right good will. He had not chasable, of which he had made an early confession been three days in the village before he had made himself to the Abbé Guillemot. He came back to England a well- amazingly popular with the inhabitants, male and female, bred young man of the world, but not very far or very defini. young and old. He went to the estaminet of the Three Red tively advanced towards the rank of a great painter or Pigeons and played billiards there, to the great delight of the a great sculptor. Then he was sent to Italy for a couple of habitués, whom he cheerfully allowed to beat him, and win years more, and with an allowance still more generous. He half-a-dozen francs or so, and the enormous gratification of wandered about Florence, Rome, and Naples; had an adven- the worthy hostess. He gave Madame Grugeon a gold cross, ture with brigands, serenaded a contessa or two, with whom upon which Madame Grugeon called him “ mon chou," my he tried to persuade himself that he was in love, and returned cabbage,-a term of endearment to which he did not in the in 1838, his head and his sketch-book full of the glories of least object, and moreover wanted to kiss him. Leonard the Loggie and the Stanze, the Pitti gallery, and the Museo managed to evade that caress by the artful stratagem of Borbonico, but still without having produced anything very bobbing his head down and kissing the wrinkled old housewonderful. Lord Swinestale was not in the least angry. He keeper's hand. MM. Limayrac and de Presmes declared liked Leonard, not only for his talent, but for himself. With that he was a brave garçon, notwithstanding that he was a his own family, who anxiously expected his demise, and the child of perfidious Albion, and consequently an adherent of distribution of his vast wealth, the marquis was almost Pitt or Coburg. The proprietors of the silk factory invited always at war. He knew that the young man he had adopted him to dinner, and he was positively permitted to talk to the was bound to him by the strongest ties of gratitude. He unmarried young ladies of the family,-a privilege very respected his frank, manly, truthful character. Leonard was rarely extended to strangers in French households. He did given to no dissipation : art was his only mistress. He was not interfere with the works of restoration in the church : he generous, and sometimes a little extravagant; but he rarely praised everything, approved of everything, from the stained exceeded his allowance, and when he did, a candid confession glass windows to the carved confessional box; but now and to the marquis and a fifty-pound note very speedily put then he made a little suggestion, which, based, as it generally matters straight between him and some rapacious cigar mer. was, on sound canons of artistic taste, MM. Limayrac and chant or dealer in old curiosities. Perhaps Lord Swinestale de Presmes were only too glad to carry out. He placed in the was himself somewhat to blame for the desultory habits, so hands of the Abbé Guillemot a tight little rouleau of Louis. far as art was concerned, of his protégé. The marquis was d’ors to be bestowed in purposes of charity, modestly adding one of the laziest of mankind. He loved to talk about the that the donation was not his own, and that he was but the

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almoner, and carrying out the instructions of the marquis, time it was anticipated that the work of restoration would be their mutual friend and benefactor. Whereupon the abbé completed. He did not neglect to apprise the marquis, to wept, and had frequent personal interviews with the blue whom he wrote twice a week, of his enterprise; and his lordcotton pocket-handkerchief. The good ecclesiastic pondered ship was good enough to signify his approval by an early much, and tormented himself as to whether it was not his post. duty to use every endeavour for the conversion of his Leonard chose for his subject St. Luke painting the poryoung friend to the Romish creed. He consulted several of trait of the Virgin. He was neither so ambitious por so fond the old lady devotees of his acquaintance, and their voices were of hard work as to crowd his panel with angels and cherubs ; unanimously in favour of conversion, recommending a course so he limited his composition to a couple of tigures. He was a of Thomås à Kempis as a commencement. But the abbé graceful and accurate draughtsman, knew the laws of light found that Leonard had read the Imitation from beginning and shade thoroughly, and had a good eye for colour, and only to end, admired it enthusiastically, but was none the less a needed increased practice, steadiness of hand, and attention staunch Protestant. The abbe's better sense came to his to finish, to possess all the attributes of a good and even a aid. “Why," he reasoned, “ should I endeavour to lead this great painter. His resolve was that this fresco of St. Luke good young man from the faith of his ancestors. His grand and the Madonna should be the starting point for a whole father, he tells me, was ministre Anglican. His mother was series of careful, earnest works. He made a finished and of the Lutheran religion. In his country there are many studied chalk drawing or cartoon of his subject before he millions professing the same faith ; many of them, let us ventured to transfer it to the panel. For to paint in fresco, hope, as good and as generous as he. His patron, he tells in other words on wet plaster, which has to be renewed for me, who seems a kind of Christian Cresus, helped many of as much space as it is thought will be covered by every day's our French ecclesiastics when they were driven into exile by work, is no trifling matter; and it is far easier to commit the Jacobins; and yet this noble, who could succour Catholics, errors, not to say incur total failures, than to repair them. can also give away benefices in the Anglican Church. No,- However, Leonard Dayrell worked away at his fresco for although monseigneur might not approve of it, -we will full three weeks, giving an average of six hours a day to his leave him where he is.” So the Abbé Guillemot carefully labour of love. The Abbé Guillemot was persuaded that avoided theological controversy in his conversations with when once this picture was finished, the church of St. LucLeonard, who on his part did not carry his conciliation so de-Fontaines would become the pride and glory of Normandy, far as to forget to what faith he belonged: and when the vil and far superior in magnificence to the far-fumed cathedral lagers on Sunday were gathered together at the temporary of Rouen itself. Leonard laughed at the compliments chapel in the factory to hear mass, quietly stopped at home addressed to him. MM. Limayruc and de Presmes, who, in the parsonage, and read the morning service according to like the generality of clever French artists, were totally destithe liturgy of the Church of England.

tute of envy and malice, candidly admitted that their breve Dayrell had been in Cidre-Fontaines about a fortnight, garçon drew skilfully and coloured brilliantly, and going towhen, returning from the church one morning with the and-fro in their labours about the church, often patted the curé, aftor narrowly inspecting the works now nearly approach. amateur approvingly on the back. Even the old-lady friends ing conclusion, he said suddenly,

of the incumbent of St. Luc, the dérotces, expressed their “M. l'Abbé, don't you think me a very idle fellow ?" admiration of tue “pious generosity” of the young English

"You have no need to be otherwise, my son,” replied the man, all heretic as he was, who was making so handsome a priest. “ Providence has blessed you with means, and you donation to a Catholic place of worship; and there is reason are not compelled to depend for your bread on the labour of to believe that so far distant as Caen and Rouen itself, little your hands. Our good friends yonder, Paul Limayrac and tapers were burned and little prayers uttered by worthy, Hugo de Presmes, have nothing but their art, and probably simple souls for the speedy reconciliation to the bosom of do not earn so much in a year as you spend in a month.” the church of M. Leonard Dayrell, gentilhomme Anglais. “ That is to say, you do think me an idler ?"

There was another critic, by the way, in Cidre-Fontaines, “I don't say that I think you anything of the kind. You who appeared to take great interest in the progress of the are honourably carrying out the mission confided to you by portrait of St. Luke and the Madonna. This was none other Milor Marquis. Besides, you study, and sketch, and paint than the veiled lady in black silk and velvet, who by her flowers. You fish and ride out on horseback with the briga- passport had every right to call herself the Countess Malinska, dier of gendarmerie, and are never entirely unoccupied." but who was so much better known as the “Fairy with the

Yes, and I play a game at billiards too, sometimes," added | Fair Hands.” During the earlier days of Leonard's stay in the young man good-humouredly, “which is capital walking the village he had often met this mysterious personage, but exercise, and I smoke a great many cigars, which at least the veiled lady had always averted her head at his approach, gives some employment to the respiratory organs. But not. and once or twice he had observed an angry twitching in her withstanding that I think myself an idle drone, I should like white hands, and something like that impatient stamp of the to do something quelque chose qui vaille before I leave foot which had betrayed her irritation when the announceCidre-Fontaines. It would be a memento for you of my stay ment of his arrival was made by the peasant Cabochon. The in a village where I have been so happy."

incognita, moreover, chary as she was usually in her words, “What do you wish to do?” asked the Abbé Guillemot, had condescended more than once to speak disparagingly of looking towards Leonard, with something of a surprised the young Englishman. Leonard had occasionally, but with.

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out meaning the slightest harm, a smile and a merry word "I will drop badinage,” answered Dayrell, “and be for the pretty girls of the village, who, although they could serious. You know what fresco-painting is, M. l'Abbé ?" not give many words in return, repaid the smiles with interest. “Surely, mon fils.”

The charitable autocrat of Cidre-Fontaines wonld seem to “Well, I know something of fresco-pinting, and am some have been exceedingly irate at these innocent familiarities, what of a practitioner in it. There is just an elliptical panel severely reprimanded such of their recipients as she met, in your lady-chapel that would contain the picture I wish to enjoined their parents to keep a strict watch over them, and paint. At present it is a bare whitewashed wall. Will you once meeting the Abbé Guillemot at the school-house door, permit me to try and cover it ?”

bade him, in harsher accents than had yet failen from her lips, Of course the required permission was at once granted. have a care lest he was harbouring a serpent in his bosom. On the scheme being submitted to MM. Limayrac and de A serpent, madame," the good abbé exclaimed in Presmes, those gentlemen highly approved of it. They had astonishment; “why, our good M. Dayrell is as harmless as a seen many specimens of Leonard's ability, and moreover his sucking dove and as cheerful as a squirrel.” spirited offer relieved them of a little difficulty as to how they You are a fool!” cried from beneath her veil the Fairy should fill up the panel in question. So, the necessary mate with the Fair Hands, and with her well-known stamp of the rials for fresco-painting having been procured from Paris, foot. Leonard resolutely set himself to work to paint his picture, “Madame la Comtesse Malinska," answered the offended allowing himself a couple of mouths for his task, by which I ecclesiastic, drawing himself up with some dignity, “ I am

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the curé, under monseigneur the archbishop, and his excel. first somewhat disturbed Leonard; but he soon grew accus. lency the Minister of Public Worship, of this village. I have tomed to the neighbourhood of his mute critic, and when he never yet, until now, been interfered with in my private con- heard the rustle of her drapery behind him in the morning, cerns, or insulted in my sacerdotal position, and I am your would just turn his head, tender her a grave salute, which was obedient, humble servitor. And so saying, with a sweep of not returned, and go on with his work. the skirt of his soutane, the abbé left the black velvet and Poor lady!” he used to say to himself; "she must either white-handed presence, vowing, in his wounded amour propre, be mad, or she must have had some great sorrow.' that he would write a letter of complaint to his diocesan that very afternoon.

EMINENT LIVING ARTISTS.--MR. GEORGE But an hour had not elapsed since the occurrence of this

CRUIKSHANK. little passage of arms ere the hideous negro, Serge Ali Ham- By WALTER THORNBURY, AUTHOR OF “LIFE IN SPAIN," mam, came, panting with the baste he had made, to the par.

“TURKISH LIFE AND CHARACTER," ETC. rouage. He bore a letter from the Countess Malinska, full of Tuis veteran of fun is now sixty-six years old, having been the prettiest and tenderest apologies that were ever penned born in London in 1794. For half a century our good-temby female hand, and of expressions of the warmest esteem pered, well-intentioned Yorick has been making a sad world, aud the profoundest veneration for the abbé. He was pacified and a hard, grinding age, laugh in spite of itself. A great forthwith ; indeed he had already half forgiven the offence; prerogative, and certainly somewhat of a divine faculty, this. but the countess's exasperation against Leonard Dayrell did Coming between Gillray and Leech, George V. is indeed an not appear to be one whit abated. Leonard had frequently historical personage in the annals of art. Like Bulwer, too, in his afternoon walks strayed as far as the Chateau de Luz, Cruikshank is an example of a man of great and special talent, and, passing beneath its ever-opened window, listened to the ripening and ripening, improving every day for fifty years, syren strains of the unknown singer ; but one day he found, working purer and purer, from a coarse, thonghtless, beposted in the road, close to the gate, that terrible Ethiopian, ginning of art, to a period when every impulse has become Serge Ali Hammam, who, in guttural accents and in exceed- generous, and every touch of the pen full of philanthropic ingly imperfect French, bade him take notice that the noble purpose. May it be a long day first, but we still entertain a lady his mistress was not accustomed to be watched and spied hope of seeing King George's monument in the Abbey with over by English dogs, and that if he (the dog in question) those of many smaller if of many greater men. could not find some other locality for parading about, it was Cruikshank was an artist by innate tendency, for his as well that he should know that the noble lady, his mistress father was a popular caricaturist and designer, though of aforesaid, was very fond of shooting pigeons with a double no great merit, ranking only with Woodward and some of the fowling-piece from the open window, and might, at no distant feebler caricaturists. I remember a coarse penny coloured date, miss her aim and shoot something else.

portrait of Louis XVI. as he appeared with bare neck, ready Leonard's first impulse was to kick the negro for his im. for the guillotine, which had the name of Cruikshank pertinence, and his next to tell him angrily that he had a per- appended. The drawing was good, the likeness careful. fect right to walk on the public highway, and that the laws Watching his father's etching. George must have early deof France dealt somewhat harshly with persons who fired veloped that love of drollery which ran through the family. In double-barrelled fowling-pieces from open windows in quest a house where the graver and pencil are always lying about, of pigeons or other game. But his good nature soon got the the son is sure to amuse himself with experimental drawings, upper hand, and with a loud langh, he flung a five-franc piece beginning on dull, wet days, and ending with all hours, day to the Countess Malinska’s sable attendant, and turned on his and night. The great bumourist, however, was at first by heel towards Cidre-Fontaines again. He did not, however, no means attached to art, but dreamt of the sea, and deterlaugh so loud as Serge Ali Hamniam, who, having picked up mined to be a second Captain Cook. The death of his father, the five-franc piece, which had rolled in the dust, and placed however, compelled him to throw by these dreams, and take it in his fantastically embroidered vest, gave vent to a hoarse to serious work to keep the family from sorrow, and the wolf and prolonged peal of laughter, his very ugly mouth being from the door. There was a dear mother and sister to mainmeanwhile distended from ear to ear.

tain, and all selfish thoughts fled before this absorbing one. When the affair of the fresco became the talk of the village, A moment's fondness for the stage,-breaking out even into the Fairy with the Fair Hands at first contented herself in one the alarming symptom of playing at the Haymarket for a of her curt colloquies with the schoolmaster with saying that friend's benefit,-10 dangerous combination of charity and it was all bêtise--folly, and that the Englishman had better not vanity !),-soon subsided, when a publisher, seeing some of interfere with an art which he did not understand, and a the Cruikshank sketches, was struck by them, and engaged religious communion with which he had nothing to do. At this the young humourist to ignobly illustrate children's books, the villagers, who adored Leonard, murmured among them- songs, and cheap books, the ephemerides of that coarse, selves about singing women and open windows in connexion hearty age. Into a sea of coloured daubs, of angry virulence, with one Jezebel, who, they had been told in one of the abbé's of extravagant political violence, our young adventurer sermons, had been thrown therefrom. A little boy meeting plunged, broad-breasted, and eager for the conflict of life. the countess the next day, and perfectly aware of the one. From these breakers Cruikshank soon passed into the wider sided feud between her ladyship and the artist, positively and more profitable arena of political caricaturing. He sucdared to call out Vive M. Dayrell! whereupon it must be ceeded in lineal descent from the terrible Gillray,--that Red recorded that the Fairy, with one of her own fair hands, did hit Indian scalper of the Georgian era, --so directly, indeed, that the diminutive rebel a swinging box on the ear, which sent he actually finished plates left incomplete by his savage, him howling to complain to the milkwoman, his mamma, merciless predecessor. Nor were the young satirist's works who, judging from his statement that he must have been, ab much inferior to those of the dead man, though they were origine, impertinent to the kindly thongh imperious benefac- less virulent and blood-thirsty and indecent. He never, pertress of the entire village, gave him an extra box on the ear for haps, surpassed Gillray's representation of Pitt as the Mushgood luck, which made him howl still louder.

room, and Foo as the Rattlesnake. Cruikshank is less This expression of feeling on the part of the juvenile popu- poisonous, less butcherly, less of the hangman; he preferred lation seemed, however, to have deterred the Fairy with the rather to play with his enemies, as the cat does with the Fair Hands from further demonstrations of hostility towards mice it will end with eating. It was not Napoleon the first Leonard Dayrell, at least of an active nature. She even consul that Cruikshank attacked, but the emperor; the well. deigned to gratify her feelings of curiosity so far as to pay known, dreaded conqueror, not the mysterious Corsican dwarf, frequent visits to the church, ---Serge Ali Hammam standing who had crept out, no one know how, from some hole in the guard outside, but not being allowed to enter the sacred edi. rotten throne of Louis the Bourbon. Unceasingly the young fice,-and even to stand at a short distance behind the painter satirist flew at the flanks of this great chief's army, and when while he was at work. This became, soon, a daily habit with the emperor's star began to wane, after the disastrous retreat her; and she would so stand, silent, attentive, and almost from Moscow, Cruikshank was one of those literary Cos. motionless, for a couple of hours at a time. Her presence at sacks who tormented his rear, and goaded him on faster

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