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The Tories are as sure to fall out and fall in, as the Brunswick Theatre, and from the same cause, -- the crushing weight of the roof overpowering the weakness of the walls ;-and when at length extinguished by the preponderance of Peel, and the premiership comes anew into the market, or rather into my hands, I will take care not to make my bow to office, save in the capacity of Earl of Ormington.
Not that it much signifies.—My heir presumptive is a nineteenth cousin, who lives in Devonshire Place, and employs a country tailor;—and to own the truth, I have almost abjured the idea of matrimony. To double my pains and pleasures would be too great a derangement of my habits, unless on certain temptations which I do not find offered. Je cherche en vain ma défaite.
défaite. — I could hardly expect any thing so young and fair as I feel due to myself, to defer to my peculiarities ;—to devote so many weeks of the year to yachting, so many to public life at Ormington Hall, for the entertainment of the country, and so many to private life in London, for the entertainment of my Self. I dare say I might readily raise a regiment of Lady Ormingtons among the Frederica Grays and Lady Harriet Vandeleurs, -the red-nosed, the halt, and the blind. But * aspirations are after the sublime and beautiful,-after that animated Muse, the marble browed Louisa,-after the dark haired Lady Anne, one of Lely's beauties escaped froin her frame, or the bright Selina, delicate as an apple-blossom, and buoyant as the goddess of youth ; -and these, I know, would not hesitate to inscribe the name of Ormington in the Black List of their rejected, as uncereinoniously as though there were not merged in its ennobled obscurity, the once triumphant dissyllable of Cecil!
But Heaven be thanked I am not devoid of consolations.- I possess an excellent cook, an excellent account at my banker's, an excellent breed of deer, an excellent cellar of wine,-four cardinal virtues which secure me a staunch body-guard of friends. I have my favourite corner at Crockey's.-White's would think less of itself on the day my cab had not been seen in waiting at its door. I am not him of whom it was so pithily written
Late and alone he dines at Brookes's,
My evenings are bright us the noondays of other men !
For sunny weather, when London breathes asthmatically, I have my bel-respiro at Campden Hill, looking to the ever-classical shades of Holland House, and having in its shrubbery the only verification I ever saw of the aquaticum of Pliny's Tuscan villa ;-a liquid table standing in an alcove of Carrara marble surrounded with Oriental planes. At my canicular banquets, where every thing, even the footmen and the conversation-men are iced, we dine round a basin of highly polished white marble, into which spring-water as pure as crystal is so artfully forced that, like the style of Cecil and Sir John Denham, it is “ without o'erflowing full.”—On the margin of the font, are placed the more serious dishes,—the poularde à l'aspic d'estragon, the mayonnaise d'écrevisses; while the hors d'auvres float about the gelid board in vessels shaped like caïques, gondolas, or waterfowl, and the condiments are contained in water-lilies of frosted
For the Autumn, I have my yacht, the Franszetta, which won the
cup last season, “as nobody can deny;"-I have Newmarket,where my cottage with a double coach-house and four-and-twenty stall stable, is one of the pet-follies of its paradise of fools,-(I beg pardon, I meant foals ;) and last, but Heaven and the tax-gatherers know, not least, I have my family-vault, in Lancashire,-my Ormington Hall,-whose preserves are the second-best in England, (every country-baronet's being the very best) and whose kennel has been immortalized by Nimrod.
But although I feel it a duty to the memory of Lord Ormington, or rather of the Lords Ormington, to pass a portion of the year in this their manorial den, I will not
swear that I never wished it burnt down, to preserve me froin a recurrence of the duty.–We all know the verse of Chamisso :-“ Blessed be thou, oh! Hall of my ancestors,-over whose foundations the ploughshare now extends its furrows;—and thrice blessed be thou, oh! whoever first guided the plough over the foundations of the Hall of my ancestors !”
Nevertheless, I sometimes feel, that even in the midst of enjoyments worthy of a Satrap,
A craving void is aching in my breast.
I know no more what I want than Alcibiades or Alexander the Great !- Perhaps my Public can inform me?-“ Les hommes commencent