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think that, but the second opens new question. And I believe the banditti ground (the scene being laid in the are very troublesome just now in Corenanting times), and possesses great Italy, although it applies rather to the power of humor and pathos. Such at road between Rome and Naples than to least is the opinion of all here and in Northern Italy. Do ponder all this London, who are madder about it than well. If you were men in your perabout anything I remember.
sons as you are in your sense and
spirit, I would wish you to go by all This reminds one of Sir Walter's let
means. As it is, I sincerely hope you
will have some proper male companion. ter to John Murray (who, though he along with William Blackwood first In a later letter from which we will published "Tales of my Landlord,” and not quote at length, as it has already had no doubt in his own mind as to been published in Lockhart's Life, Sir the authorship, had not been admitted Walter much approves of the ladies goto the inner circle of the illuminati) ing to Italy by sea. It is amusing denying "a paternal interest" in the to note, however, how here he lapses **Tales," and supporting his denial by
into a form of remark which, like comoffering to review them. "I have a
plaints of the deterioration of servants, mode of convincing you that I am per- seems to be common to all generations. fectly serious in my denial,--pretty He says, “Whatever folks may say of similar to that by which Solomon dis- foreigners, those of good education and tinguishes the fictitious from the real high rank among them must have at mother,--and that is by reviewing the supreme contempt for the frivolous, work, which I take to be an operation dissatisfied, empty, gad-about manners equal to that of quartering the child." of many of our modern belles." We,
After the final collapse of Napoleon's in our day, hear a good deal of the inpower at Waterloo, many English peo- dependence and restless pursuit of ple rushed to the Continent, from which
amusement by the contemporary fair they had been so long excluded; and
sex as contrasted with their more staid a strong light is thrown upon the ap- grandmothers; and “Maga's” latest reprehensions entertained at that time cruit tells, in his delightful romance, about foreign travel by the advice and "The Old Country," : how a high-born many cautions given by Sir Walter to dame in the fourteenth century critithe Clephanes, who in 1816 were con
cised the young ladies of her day, templating a visit to Italy.
women, and waste all their time and As for your journey, I would to God
money in going about from one tourna. you had a gentleman with you. Why
ment to another." not Captain Clephane, who has not
There was considerable political exmuch to do? I really fear you will find travelling uncomfortable, notwith
citement in Edinburgh in 1821, and it standing Mrs. Clephane's firmness and was accompanied by an attempt to get good sense. At least, when I was on up an illumination. Neither Sir Walthe Continent I found more than once ter Scott nor Mrs. Clephane were in a pair of loaded pistols in my pocket sympathy with this, and did not prowere necessary to secure both respect
pose to light up their houses.
Sir and security. It may doubtless be better now, but the English are always
Walter writes thus to Mrs. Clephaneunpopular on the Continent, and the
I cannot think the magistrates will innkeepers extremely encroaching and
be so absurd as to refuse their proinsolent when they see occasion, and
tection to us non-illuminés, nor do I the speedy legal redress of the next
2 The Old Country. By Henry Newbolt. Justice of Peace altogether out of the London : Smith, Elder, & Co.
think there will be any riot, the night and indulgence. Laidlaw will be being so bad. But I think, without happy to hear that he does credit to any male friends in the house, you his recommendation. By too much in. would subject yourself to much alarm, dulgence I particularly mean the sufand unnecessarily, and therefore I fering accompts to get ahead. There would be in readiness to light up, is no such bar as settling them reguif they command
you, when larly, excepting the certain inconventhey approach your street. I intend ience that arises from their smacking patiently to submit to broken panes,
Besides, sums of money are but, if they proceed to break doors, always apt, without gross dishonesty, which they have the impudence to to melt into the hands of factors, who threaten in case
of obstinate recu- perhaps use a few pounds at first in sants
advance of their own salary, and end
by getting into deep and serious ar“Ils seront reçus,
rearage. . . . Sophia has had rather a Biribi,
distressing time of it, but is now mucb A la façon de Barbaru,
better, indeed quite well, excepting Mon ami."
weakness. I am very sorry for the
loss of her infant, because I would In one of his visits to France Sir willingly have had a cautioner for poor Walter must have met Béranger, or at
Johnnie Hugh. He is not strongleast come across some of his newly
on the contrary, very delicate, and the
parents are so much wrapped up in published songs, for the refrain of one
him that it makes me tremble when I of them, “Biribi,” &c., was ever ring
look at the poor little fellow. He is ing in our great Scotsman's ears.
so very smart and clever, and at the find it in this note to Mrs. Clephane; it same time holds his existence apparis quoted in he nal, and also in ently by so frail a tenure, that one is one, if not in two, other of his pieces
inclined to think of the alarming adage of familiar writing. Spirited song in
of Gloster, “So wise and young they
say never live long." It is however any tongue ever appealed to his sympa
wrong to anticipate evil, and I have thetic taste.
seen so many instances of wise young A long letter was written to Miss
children growing up into buirdly husClephane, March 2, 1824, which is so sars and stark young fellows with no interesting and characteristic, and more wit than is necessary to keep contains so much wisdom, that most
them out of fire and water, that I will
e'en harden myself on the subject, and of it must be transcribed. After some
croak no more about the matter. advice about the investment of a sum
I think it more than likely that the of money, Sir Walter proceeds to talk
defunct gamekeeper and his dog have about Thurtell the murderer, who was fallen under unjust suspicion in the a subject of "national” interest at the matter of poor Puss. It is the instinct time:
both of dogs and cats, but particularly
of the last, when in the extremity of Notoriety is a fine thing, even when age and sensible of the approaches of one is notorious only as a villain. death, to seek some secret place to die Think of a Miss stretching her memory in, and thus the remains of these crea. so far as to recollect that she had tures are seldom seen, unless of such danced with Jack Thurtell, when he as have been killed by accident or viowas an officer of marines on board of lence. I have known many instances Admiral Otway's flagship at Leith. of this, but one I witnessed was SO The only chance of a man living in her singular that, even now, I cannot think memory was his becoming a murderer. how the creature managed. It was an I am very happy to hear that Mrs. old cat which belonged to a bachelor Clephane's factor continues to do well. uncle of mine, and was, almost of I hope she will not spoil him as ladies course, a great favorite. We found it do gentlemen by too much confidence on the garden walk, apparently in a
fit. It had been very ill and had not plishment; besides, excellence in music eaten on the preceding day. My uncle may be much more easily attained by concluded it was dying, and we lifted mere amateur than excellence in it off the walk and, the sun being very drawing or painting. A song sung hot, we stuck some boughs of briars with feeling and truth of expression is round it by way of arbor. While we pleasing to every one, and perhaps walked two turns, it escaped from more pleasing than a superior style of under the arbor, and by no enquiries execution to all but the highest class of could we ever hear any word of it musicians. It is different with drawagain. Doubtless it had crept into the ing, where that which falls short of wooded bank of the river which was perfection is not so highly valued. Not at hand in order to die unobserved-a but what I think sketching from nature singular provision of nature. ... We is a faculty to be cherished in all cases are to have a fancy ball next Thurs- where nature has given the requisites. day. I am told there are to be thirty It encourages the love of the country Queen Marys. Having a suit of court and the study of scenery.
But figures mourning which will pass muster with- seldom answer, for how can a young ont being much out of the ordinary lady acquire the necessary knowledge way, I will be there to see what they of anatomy? make of it. I fear we want wit and impudence to get over such ground Probably Sir Walter's judgment on handsomely.
this point will be questioned by many Lord bless your old aunt for bring. people. As a matter of fact, Williaming you down to the lowlands. I hope
ina went on with her drawing and when Mrs. Clephane, Williamina, and
with the greatest success. When sbe you come within the magnetism of Auld Lang Syne it will bring you on
was about twenty and living at Rome, to Abbotsford. Oureske or Whisk (a
Horace Vernet, the great French artist terrier given to Sir Walter by Mrs. said of her talent, "Ce n'est pas la main Clephane) is in great preservation, but d'une demoiselle. C'est un bras de hauden down by a very fierce terrier fer." The later letters in the bunof mine of the Pepper and Mustard
dle before us are principally on busibreed, hence called Ginger, which flies at it whenever it opens its mouth, and
ness matters, or speak of episodes in
Sir Walter's life with which those who Oureske's Highland spirit being cowed by a luxurious effeminacy of life makes
love his memory and are familiar with no play for the honor of her native his history already well Kintail. Mrs. Maclean Clephane may quainted. The dark cloud of misfornot like to hear this, but it's very true
tune had fallen upon the evening of his for all that. Do you know that I have days, and he was making the gigantic two great faults as a correspondentone, that I never know how to begin a
struggle to preserve his honor untarletter; the other, still more formidable,
nished wbich was the greatest, if the that when I write to those I like I can most melancholy, glory of his glorious never end until the paper ends it for
How his indomitable courage me. Like a stone set on an incline, I
never failed, and how he succeeded in can never stop till I reach the bottom
keeping his shield without speck or of the hill.
stain, are known to all, and the sad Sir Walter ever took the strongest story needs no repetition or emphasis. interest in the pursuits of his wards, In a letter telling the death of his and, in 1824, he wrote at length about wife, “the companion of twenty-nine the preference shown by the youngest years and upwards," he writes with for drawing over music.
the grief of a sorely stricken man, but
with the most valiant patience and I don't approve of Williamina sacrificing music for drawing. The for
composure. In another, the last, dated mer is much more of a social accom- 1830, he expresses to Miss Clepbane all
his sorrow at the untimely death of Lady Northampton, the Margaret Clephane in whose marriage in 1815 he had been so deeply interested, and for whom he ever entertained such a paternal affection, and his sympathy with those who mourned her loss. Sorrow
and sympathy were never more touchingly conveyed, though he says, “I like neither the common display of grief nor the ordinary topics of consolation."
And, in 1832, he himself passed away.
SIXTY YEARS IN THE WILDERNESS.
SOME PASSAGES BY THE WAY.
Among miscellaneous episodes in my journey through the Wilderness I have, as related in connection with Fred Burnaby, been up in a balloon. I have been down a coal mine in South Wales, and a silver mine at Leadville, U.S.A., this last a rare privilege in a jealously guarded place where, as an ordinarily inflexible rule, “no one is admitted except on business.” I have voyaged in a submarine boat, and I have seen two men hanged.
One experience foregone sorely against my will, was descent in a diving-bell. When, in January 1873, the emigrant ship “Northfleet" sank off Dungeness, drowning 300 people, I described for the “Daily News” incidents consequent on the tragedy. A peculiarity of the shipwreck was the nonappearance on the surface of the waters of the bodies of the drowned. Usually, after a certain number of days, the sea gives up its dead. In the case of the “Northfleet” only a
so of the drowned floated within a week of the wreck. It was conjectured that the great company were entombed in the hull. It was arranged that a diving-bell should go down to fathom the mystery.
I struck up a close friendship with Captain Oates, the original commander of the “Northfleet," whose escape from the fateful ship was singular. He had
made all arrangements for sailing when he was served with a mandate ordering him to attend and give evidence in the Tichborne case, then approaching its climax.
He had no option. To his profound regret, and considerable pecuniary loss, he remained ashore whilst the “Northfleet," under a new commander, set forth with liellying sails to meet her doom at Dungeness.
I did not go down in the diving-bell, for the simple reason that the diving. bell did not go down. A storm beat up Channel churning the waters above the submerged wreck in a way that made impossible the operation of the diving-bell. It prevailed for more than a week, when the project was abandoned.
Captain Oates was one of the few men who saw and conversed with the real Roger Tichborne before bis disappearance. In the course of a drive from Dover to Dungeness he gave me a vivid account of the incident, which I transcribe from my diary of that date. It throws a flood of light on the memorable story.
"I was at the time," he said, "in charge of the ‘John Bibby,' lying at Rio, waiting for a cargo. The 'Bella' lay alongside, and, as her owners and mine were connected in business ar. rangements, Captain Birkett and I were often together, and used to talk our affairs over. One day, when he was ready to sail, he came to me and
said, 'Oates, there is a young fellow When he had finished his coffee be been over to see me about taking and I put off. The 'Bella' made sail, passage in the "Bella" to New York.'”
and I never saw or heard anything "Well,' I said, 'you have a berth, and about the ship till a few days later may as well make a dollar or two for a bit of stern and a portion of the poop the ship.'
floated ashore, and told us she had "''Xactly,' said he, but the fact is foundered. the young fellow has got no money;
"When this blackguard (the Claimhe says he is well connected, has plenty ant) was examined in private for the of rich friends in England, and that a
first time, five or six years ago, he letter of credit is waiting for him at knew nothing at all of this. He tried New York. But he has run through all to get out of it by saying he was drunk
when he went abroad, and remained in his money here, is heavily in debt, and wants to get quietly away.'
his cabin in a state of delirium tre"'Well,' I said, 'that's another sort mens up to the time of the wreck, Tichof thing, Birkett,' I says. “You know
borne being, as I well knew, as sober well enough what the passage money
as I am this minute." to be paid at the other end usually comes to. However, bring the young The trip in the submarine took place fellow over to breakfast in the morn- in the spring of 1905. We were staying, and we'll have a look at him.'
ing at Admiralty House, Portsmouth, "So next morning Birkett and the
the guests of Admiral and Lady Dougyoung fellow came over to breakfast
las, he at the time Commander-inwith me, and he told his story. It
Chief. was impossible to be in his company
One day it was proposed that five minutes without knowing that he
we should inspect a submarine in pracwas of gentleman stock, and after he tice at the mouth of the harbor. was gone I said to Birkett, 'Let him
Walking through the Dockyard to the have the passage. If he pays it will
Admiral's launch, we passed an interbe all right, and if he don't it will be
esting spectacle. It was the hull of only another plate of sole on the table
the submarine “A 1," which, twelve during the voyage, and the owners need not know anything about it.'
months earlier, met with a fate that “Birkett took my word and let the sent a thrill of horror and sympathy young fellow come aboard.
The au- through the country. Practising unthorities at Rio were very strict at the der water off the “Nab” lightship in time, and it was necessary for every
the Channel, she was literally run one leaving the city to have a pass
over by a mammoth ocean steamer port. Tichborne owing money all
homeward-bound. The liner's prow about, could not, of course, get his passport, and we had to smuggle him
struck her conning-tower, sending her aboard. He came off in a boat the to the bottom of the sea with a crew night before, and when the custom- of nine hands and two officers sealed house officers were within sight next
up in a living tomb. Looking down day, for the last look round, we put at the dry dock where the wreck was him down in a hole in the cabin floor,
dealt with we saw the rent in the underneath the table. The customhouse officers came aboard mustered
framework caused by the impact of the crew, and found them all right. the great steamer. The Admiral
“Any one else aboard, Captain Bir- casually mentioned that they were not kett ?' says he.
hurrying forward repairs. There would “No,' says Birkett; but come down
be no difficulty in obtaining a volunteer in the cabin and take a cup of coffee
crew for the patched up submarine, before you go.' “The officer came down and sat at
still retaining a name and identity the table with his feet on the plank
made memorable by dire disaster. which covered young Tichborne.
Nevertheless, it was just as well to let