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wrote lyrics which found their way delicious summer morning, and the to the angulus portarum of the Car. ether was filled with the lark's wild hsle Patriot. Poor Lucy could not music. Guy read his letter two or make much of them, their rhythm was three times, then he sat on a stile and unusual, and the writer had caught began to think. Now, he could carry something of Shelley's subtlety ; but out his ambition ; could realize his they all meant lor, and where is the youthful dreams. Now, he could girl who cannot behold Eros through publish his poems, which were to be the thickest veil, verbal or otherwise? more popular than Byron's. Now, So Lury surreptitiously scissored he could enter Parliament, and be a these charmed songs, and kept them second Canning. Now, he could enin a little volume, wherein also she ter the patrician society, which was wrote down what she called a diary. open to him by birth. Now, he And I am afraid the initials G. L. could, if he liked, marry Lucy Ashoccurred in the diary, as well as at the ton. bottom of those versified puerilities He could ; but would he! He which were offered to the Patriot's knew quite enough of the world to bucolic readers
be aware that a bachelor with a Hence, once upon a time, there thousand a year can have far more came an awful explosion. It was social enjoyment than a married man evening. Everybody was in bed save with the like income. He also knew Mr. Ashton, who was smoking a pipe that Lucy, though a dear little thing, before he went upstairs. Lucy had could never be presentable in the forgotten her diary; and the little higher spheres of fashion. But Lacy's volume, covered with black leather, misty blue eyes haunted him; he filled with girlish folly and bad spell felt that, though by nature unfashing and grammar, was close to her ionable, she was loving, and simple, father's elbow. By ill-luck he noticed and true ; what we call experience it. He was a su-picious, inquisitive had not destroyed the poetry of his man ; a bully and a craven. He character, and he decided in favour read some of his daughter's lucubra- of the little girl at Barrack House. tions, and detected references to Guy And having decided, he started on Lattrel's sayings and writings. Of his walk, rather disgusted to find course he was at once infuriated, and that his soliloquy would make him rushed up to his wife's mom and to full half-an-hour late. Punctuality Lacy's in a state of tremendous ex was at that time one of his weakciternent. It is not worth while to perses. record all that he said and did, but Meanwhile, Mr. Ashton was pass. he gave his bousehold an uneasy ing about his grounds like an angry night, and came down to breakfast firework. He was just the sort of next morning with the aspect of a man to jump to the conclusion that thunderstorm.
his tutor had been making love to his Guy, as I have olwerved, had to daughter. He ate his breakfast in a walk five miles to his work from his state of sulky silence. He read prayvillage lodgings About half way heers ferociously. Then he went out usually met the postman, and he had to watch for Guy Lattrel's coming ; a good deal of correspondence, having and Guy Lattrel was half an hour begun to dabhle in London literature. Inte. What ejaculations of abuse did On the morning after Mr. Ashton's the angry Ashton heap upon Guy in irate explosion, Guy received a letter that half-hour. of considerable importance. It in- At length the tutor's tall figure formed him that his maternal uncle, became visible. He bad made, as the Hon. and Rev. Dudley Mareh- was his wont, a cut across a field in mont, had died suddenly, leaving him winch a flock of Mr. Ashton's southall his property. Guy knew that this downs were firding. (Thief of this was to come to bin some day; but flock was a famous ram, agninst his uncle Dudley was only about whom Guy had been often warned forty, and the prospect had seemned by the young Ashtons ; an impetaremote Now he was unexpectedly our fellow, given to butting at peopokseksor of nearly twelve hundred ple's legs. A ram of this sort is a year.
really more dangerous than a bull
. He was taken back. It was a The bull'a attack comes nearer the eye, and agile men have been known marriage came off, and Guy took his to dodge their taurine assailant, take pretty, simple, loving bride to Winhim by a flank movement, and catch dermere, his favourite lake; and hold of his tail. It requires rather there, forgetting ambition, he spent more than Lord De Guest's wind and the short sweet year in which Lucy speed, but is possible, notwithstand- was given to him. Unfathomable ing. But a ram drives at you low depths of simple love did Guy Luttrel down with tremendous impetus; and, find in that fond heart. Marvellous unless you have a good thick stick, is the magnetism of love. As the to run is your oply chance.
sun gives colour to the passionateGuy swung along, knowing himself hearted rose-gives the artist's power late, and with a pleasant resolution to mere chemicals, iodine and broin his head, at about five miles an mine-80 a man's love gives to a wohour. To him, on the field-path, man what without it she had never came Mr. Ashton, the veins of his dreamt of. Lucy, whom everybody forebead swelling with anger. He thought rather a silly girl, was transwas a man of middle height, whom formed by Luttrel's love to a creature Guy could have easily extinguished. worthy of sonnets from Shakespeare
* So you've been making love to or songs from Shelley. Here is a my daughter Lucy, you damned lyric which Guy sang to her as they pauper !” he exclaimed.
floated on the queen of English meres “What !” cried Guy in amaze- betwixt Bowness Bay and Wray ment.
Castle : Mr. Ashton's reply perished in oblivion ; for before he could begin “Droop, droop, soft little eyelids ! to articulate, the southdown ram, Under the fringe of those tremulous skylids
Droop over eyes of weird wild blue! angry at the invasion of his territory,
Glances of love and fun peep through. had taken him in the rear and thrown him on his back with startling sud- “Sing, sing, sweetest of maidens ! denness. The animal just missed Carol away with thy white little throat ! Guy also.
Echo awakes to the exquisite cadence Guy Luttrel looked round; the Here on the magical mere afloat. ram was returning to the charge. It was the tutor's companion in his Sweet is the island we sail to alone, lovewas lucky that a tough ash sapling "Dream, dream, heart of my own love!
Sweet is the wind from theodorous sout?:walks. When the fierce little qua- Sweet is a kiss from thy ruddy young druped charged him he sprang aside, mouth." and caught his assailant a tremendous blow on his forelegs. Both Thus it would seem that Guy was were broken, and he dropped as if really in love with his dull pupil. shot. Mr. Ashton also had a frac- And verily he was. And sad, indeed, tured leg, and it by no means increas- he was when the same hour brought ed the amiability of his temper to him a daughter, and took from him find himself indebted to Luttrel for his wife. Poor Lucy! she had one defence and assistance.
year of perfect happiness ; and perThere were few lessons that morn- haps there are few, men or women, ing, it may be supposed. The mas- whose fate is so far fortunate. One ter of the house was carried to bed ; year of perfect happiness! Why, old his eldest son rode off to Carlisle for Jenkins, of Brompton-upon-Swale, a doctor ; his wife and daughter had who is said to have lived to be 169, to attend to him. Guy benevolently might well have bartered a century took charge of the two younger boys, and a half of his slow existence for biding his time for an interview with such a year. Oh, those summer Mrs. Ashton, in whose good sense he afternoons uponhad some confidence. The interview arrived in time, and when Guy deli-“Winding Winandermere, the river-lake," herately offered himself, nephew and with Lucy's lustrous liquid eyes lookpossible heir of Sir Fownes Luttrel, ing upon him as his oar lazily dipped Baronet, of Lissington, and absolute in the lucid water! How many, possessor of more than a thousand a many a time their memory returned year, as suitor for little Lucy's hand, to Guy Luttrel in the after years ! the lady was delighted. And the But he shook off his grief. He entered the world, and was trium- Lucy's baby, and left her in good phant. He carried everything before hands; and perhaps the ingenious him. Little could he see of the little reader may already have guessed that girl, Lucy's legay, who was so dear she was none other than the Lily to his heart ; and little did the men Grey who lived in charmed seclusion who saw him in Parliament and in 80- at Cedar (ottage, and whose beauty ciety, dream that he was aught save a had surprised Harry Mauleverer, bachelor. But he took good care of
* And so I won my Genevieve."--Coleridge. MR. DISRAELI remarks, in “Con- have done these things. But he re. tarini Fleming," that “general hap membered the yearning look of inpiness cannot flourish but in socie- finite love in those sweet blue eyes of ties where it is the custom for all hers; and he knew that the teaching males to marry at eighteen." Mr. of the Orient set the angels of love Disraeli was twenty-six, unmarried, above the angels of knowledge. Then when he wrote his marvellous "psy- as to himself. His fiery youth wax chological romance." I do not know over; he no longer cherished the il. whether he has changed his opinion. lusion that love cvuld stirfy his full! But the male human creature of grown desires ; he knew that he eighteen is, to my thinking, a mort must have power and fame and luxury unmarriageable animal he is neither in onler to constitute lite; and now man nor boy; and to fit him with a he held it. And he also knew that, bride of proper age you must select a such being the cure, it would be a child of fourteen or fifteen, " which misery for both parties if it were a is absurd," as old Euclid often ob. Lucy Ashton whom he married. He serves. When to marry is, indeed, a would obtain no sympathy in his question next in difficulty and im- pursuits ; she would think herself portance to whom to marry. This ne piected, and would mope away her last is a problem which every man long hours of liveliness ; but the must solve for himself ; which, if prospect was different with Vivian, wrongly solved, will ruin him for This gallant, high spirited creature life; and which almost all men solve would give nothing for a husband wrongly. But the former may admit who sat down quietly, leaving the of approximations. Here is our friend, world in ignorance of his existence. Guy Luttrel, who has had his first she would delight to see Guy's name love, and a happy marriage year, at in the papers; to hear of his speeches the age of one or two and twenty. in drawing rooms : to know that he Now he thinks of a second experi. was a power in England. Ay, and ment, at the end of his eighth lus- she could help him well, with her trum. Well, at the tirst, he chcem 4 weekly reerptions, her charm of very loving creature, why, however, manner, her literary wit, her high would have been utterly unfit to connexion. She could conquer 80enter the great world in his (no ciety for him. His swift imaginapany, and whose intelectual growth tiun sprang forward to the pleasant could by no possibility have kept breakfast tile at which Vivian and pace with his at the very humblest he should tedd pach other their prodistance. And now, in woving Laly jects for the day, to the more pleaVivian Ashleigh, he acknowledged sant tite a-teto suppers, at whh they that she, though only about hali his should exchange political for social age, was his equal or rather, com- information plement -- in qualities moral and mental. Vivian will understand me, “When the bug hours of the public are
past, he thought; will give mne enerxy when I am bored by the mighty
And we meet with champagne and a
chicken, at last." crassitude of the world ; will be my true and puissant ally in the saloons He came to the conclusion that it of London. Poor Lucy could never would be wise for him to marry Vivian, if she and the Earl could were thrown open to receive his foamagree that he was not too old. Hugh flecked steeds. Wynyard Powys was Mauleverer the elder, amid the there ; he had just published a tragedy, Apennine cyclamen, little guessed and he was now lecturing whoever what mischief was thwarting his would listen on the dramatic faculty. favourite scheme.
“If I had to write an essay on the According to the science of proba- dramatic faculty," said Hugh Maulebility, a man's expectation of life is verer, “I would begin thus :—There roughly calculable by subtracting his is no dramatic faculty.” age from eighty, and taking two- “Like a sermon of Sterne's, or thirds of the result. Thus a man of Punch's advice to people about to twenty-nine may expect to live thirty- marry," said Harry. four years ; a man of thirty-eight, "But," retorted Wynyard Powys, twenty-eight. Now, I think the best "you cannot be serious, surely. The marrying age for a man may be estab- highest poetry is dramatic; and the lished on mathematical considera- poet's noblest gift is the faculty of tions as that at which his expectation creating character." of life exactly equals the time he has “Mauleverer's quite right ?" said lived. Then, if all goes well, he will Guy Luttrel. "Take Shakespeare. have been half his life a bachelor, I suppose if there is a dramatic faand the other half a married man. culty, he had it in perfection. Well, He will have entered on a career, Hamlet is Shakespeare, and Mercutio made (let us hope) some money, is Shakespeare, and Jack Falstaff is gained some experience before his Shakespeare, and Portia is Shakemarriage. Now at thirty-two a man speare in petticoats, and Rosalind is has probably thirty-two years to live; a feminine Shakespeare in doublet this, therefore, is the mystic age at and hose. You'll see the matter which to invoke Hymen.
most clearly in minor characters, A question which may perplex where there can be no mistake. Také people who trouble their heads with Launce, or Speed, or Armado, or such subjects is this : what sort of a Launcelot Gobbo : these are not nawife best suits the neoteric literary tural characters—they are merely Mr. man-the "intellectual Brahmin,” as William Shakespeare acting the part the Spectator delights to call him? of a clown or a magnifico." Somebody once said that the wife of “ Treason !” said Powys. such a man ought to be as much like “Not a bit of it,” remarked Hugh. his mother as possible. But how de- "I am glad you agree with me, Lutlightful to have a wife like Edith to trel. My theory is that no human Coningsby—a wife such as Vivian will being can depict any other human make if she marries Guy! Only in being except himself. Having a verthese cases, observe, the husband is a satile imagination, he may put himself man of action, of political occupation. into innumerable different characters, And the cases in which modern au- but it is himself still. Shakespeare thors find it difficult to get on with was the world's supreme dramatheir wives lead us to conclude that tist; but all his creations are Shakegenerally the intellectual Brahmin” sperian, not human. In poets of lower is an effete, effeminate animal, who power we more readily perceive this should not marry at all.
-recognising Milton in his own SaA glorious sunset was burning it- tan, and Byron in his Giaour and self to death in the west, throwing Corsair." out the dark forms of the deer troop- “I don't follow you,” said Wyning to be fed across the frosted snow. yard Powys. Several of the skating party were in “Of course not,” replied Luttrel ; the audience-chamber, lingering for a how should you? You poets are brief chat before the dinner-bell rang. lost in the blaze of your own genius.” Guy wanted to see the Earl, as we “That's a fine saying of Matthew know, but his lordship had been called Arnold's,” said Harry Maulevererto his sanctum to read some de
“We mortal millions live alone.'” spatches brought by a mounted messenger; so he among others was
“Fine, because true," purs lounging and looking at the purple “Each one of us is a mys occident, where the halls of Hyperion self--much more to any
the responsibility of a dramatic faculty. “X. bas resigned. The Queen has There is but one drama-life; but sent for Y. Z. is to be Chancellor of one dramatist--the Creator of the the Exebequer. They want me at the world."
Foreign Office." " Then why do we read poetry and "Shows their sense. You're the novels 1" asked Powys.
only man in England fit for it." " For excellent reasons,” observed "Don't flatter, my good fellow. Hugh Mauleverer. “Insoluble pro- I'm too savage to enjoy it." blems are always interesting. People "I don't flatter, Riverdale," said will never tire of searching for the Guy, very seriously ; "and you know quadrature of the circle, perpetual it. You're aware of my theories about motion, the philosopher's stone. And political matters. I think the Foreign in poem and romance the writer tries Secretary, in the present state of to reveal himself, and the reader tries affairs, holds a far more important to understand him; and though position than any other member of neither the one nor the other is pos- the Cabinet. I think you the only sible, there is extreme interest about man fit to be Foreign Secretary, for the attempt."
you are master of that diplomatic * A sealed letter always excites cu- science whose elements are too much riosity," said Gay, “even though there for most men. And so, I repeat, they can't possibly be anything interesting show their wisdom in making yon." in it 'We are placed in a world of “ But, my dear Guy, it is such a bore. inexhaustible res surces, and are there. I am used to lotos-eating. I am fore endowed with an inexhaustible translating Aristophanes. I like to inquisitiveness. Your wife, when she enjoy a lazy life with Vivian. Why asks you who a certain suspicious- the deuce should I sacrifice myself for looking letter was from, is acting on the republic !" the same principle which set Sir Isaac "Well, now, look here," said LutNewton questioning the skies, and trel. "Lotos is nice, but monotonous. Sir Humphrey Davy the elements." You can't translate Aristophanes half
* We're all bachelors," laughed as well as Frere. You are very Powys.
jolly with Vivian; but what will you “Ay" cried Harry. "Let the do when she marries! Then you'll galled jade wince, our withers are have to serve the republic for want of unstrung."
better occupation." “As yet," said Luttrel.
“ The friends of the man of U'z At this moment a servant came up came out in exactly your fashion," to Lattrel, and told him that Lord said Lord Riverdale *I don't think Riverdale wished to speak to him. Vivian is in a great hurry about being Whereupon our friend Guy ascended married.”. to the Holy of Holies On the rt alr. "Well," said Luttrel, “we need cuse he met Lady Vivian, - Lid wuis- not complicate politics with erotics. pered
What do you mean to do !" " Lord X. has resigned. I haven't "I don't see how to refuse. I wish said a word to papa.
I did. They'll want you to be sotne Su Gay went in to the octagonal thing or other, of course." room, where he found the Earl lean- "I'll be your linder Secretary, if ing back in his easy-chair, with a you think the place will not be too frown on his brow, and a heap of much for ine. "Twill give me infinite papers on the tabie at his right han-l, pleasure, upon honour, to defend your The old peer looked perp'exed and policy in the Commons. You see, I disgusted. He evidently did not like happen to be aware that you under. the news that had reached him. stand foreign politics ; so I shall be
"Guy," he said, “I am devilish able to fight for you with a clear con glad you are here. I want your science. And it is a charming game advice, and I don't want you to to pixy, for there are not twenty men advise me against my owo opinion. in the House who have the least noI am infernally bothered."
tron of the matter. They want free "Well," said Guy, “I'm really trade, easy tases, and so on ; but of Nuisances pruerally vanish when maintaining the fame and might of you look at them. What's the mat- England among nations they have ter |
no idea. They remind me of a fellow