SECTION II. In the mean while, the domestic circle was rapidly diminished by the successive embarkation of its junior members on the stream of active life,—each followed his own course, and in a few years the day was delightful, the place in perfect order and beauty; all the walks and shrubberies, which we had just made, are now in the greatest perfection-not one tree we planted that has not grown with the most uncommon luxuriance-the garden full of the finest fruit 'But if all is not sweet for me, What care I how sweet they be?' -I gave one parting look, peeped at the cartoons and the great room, and, stepping into the carriage, carried with me a bunch of roses over which I could have played the mournful Philomel.-Where then, say you, was my Peg's philosophy? -I felt, in spite of these natural feelings in my breast, and my heart whispered me, the loss of outward show could never be to it the trial most to be dreaded. If our present situation was more happy, I should have stood with less composure the sight of Roehampton; but a greater evil, and such is our present vexation, is like the brazen serpent which swallowed up all the others. A present evil and fear is always worse than a past, and I have taught my mind to look on what was formerly mine with almost as much indifference as if I had never been possessed of them." "Time," she continues some days afterwards, "always gets a-head of one, and there is no overtaking of the old fellow, he walks so fast. Remember, Madam Anne! he has marched you into your twenty-fifth year, Bal into his twenty-fourth, while sweet young Peg is only in her twenty-second. I have crowed over Balcarres on this subject this fortnight past. We grow old, my dear Anne, and wise, I am afraid! which is the foolishest thing after all that one can do, if Solomon is right in increase of wisdom being increase of sorrow. For my own share, I hug myself when I find a desire for any folly, and, stepping to the glass, say,‘Come, come! I am not so old as I imagined;' and this complacent reflection ensures my good complexion and my good humour for the evening." "Tranquillity," she writes to her sister about a year afterwards, “is the present goddess of my adoration. How I wish I could build a statue to her of pure white marble, without vein or spot-her eye neither much elevated with expectation nor depressed with disappointment, but with a serene and sweet look observing the busy, angry, and transported world, with equal regard. At present, however, till I get an abode for her, I must endeavour to erect her temple in my own breast, which I will prepare for her reception as well as I can by throwing out every gloomy thought and uneasy retrospect, and endeavouring to crown all by an unbounded confidence in the Author of Peace." I feel as if I ought to apologise for the preceding citations—but there are sorrows and trials so idealised by the heart and the imagination that they rise by their very purity into a region far above the personal and private, and afford encouragement and strength to all succeeding generations. Her later years, long after Mr. Fordyce's death, were troubled by the attachment of a man who sacrificed her life and happiness to his selfishness, and whose conduct, says Lady Anne, " while it inspired her with the disdain of him that he merited, also affected the sweetness and peaceableness of her gentle nature. With grief I VOL. II. there was scarce a quarter of the world of which a Lindsay was not a denizen. Those who hovered nearest home were Lady Margaret; Lady Elizabeth, Countess of Hardwicke,* and mother of fair cousins of Mexborough, Caledon, Stuart de Rothesay, your saw that a deep resentment corroded her heart. At length, at the earnest instances of my affection and on calmer views of things, I prevailed on her, upon a solemn occasion of religious duty, to abjure for ever a sentiment which was so contrary to the spirit of Christian forgiveness of injuries. She did so, when taking the sacrament in Dublin, and peace was restored to her mind. Happy, after the chagrins suffered by her heart, to fix her thoughts on a better world, the blessed effects of religion manifested their work in her, and after some painful years of regret, spent in the passage from youth to age, from beauty in all its radiance to decay, the heart and hand of a person of her own time of life being offered to her—one who, as he then acknowledged, had been attached to her almost from infancy-attached with a degree of constancy befitting the days of Hilpah only-it was to the surprise of her acquaintance, but not of the friends who knew the nature of her mind, that she accepted of him; and in the society of his young family by a former wife, who were devoted to her, she found that comfort in her advanced life which she braved the smiles of the world to fold to her heart.-During two years Margaret enjoyed contentment in its fullest extent, and seemed happier than I had ever known her,— at last her Maker recalled her to himself a spirit so pure, so devout, and so ready to join Him, that, when she quitted this life, it was not for her I could grieve, but for myself." * Authoress of a beautiful translation of the Gerusalemme Liberata,' in MS.— The following Address to Entick' was written in a more playful vein, when a mere girl, on the fly-leaf of Entick's Grammar,' on the occasion of an absurd task having been imposed on her by her schoolmistress : "Say, dreaded Entick! cause of infant tears, Who fill'st the little trembler's heart with fears, Shall vex thee with their definitions; The weak conjunctions, too, shall help to join But yet, in pity to thy abject moan, The interjections shall be all thy own!" and Somers; and Charles Dalrymple Lindsay, Bishop of Kildare, the revered and beloved sire of a numerous tribe of Lindsays in Ireland. The rest of the family were for many years almost strangers in Europe. Two brothers fought in India, two in * The melancholy fate of the gifted Lord Viscount Royston, eldest son of the late Earl of Hardwicke, and whose Remains' have recently been given to the public, throws a deep interest over the following lines addressed to him by his mother on his birthday, and sent to him at Harrow, in May, 1796-lines which I acknowledge with gratitude the permission of inserting here: "Again the jocund month of May, 'An honest man!' I hear you call, To rob another of his gains Indeed were little worth my pains,— Consists in paying what I owe.' Does it, my child?—no more I ask ; Nor think thy debt an easy task. Their earliest thought, their latest prayer? Is then, dear boy, the boon so small? And be, like him-AN HONEST MAN !" It was reserved for his affectionate aunt, Lady Margaret, to sing his dirge-in the following lines, commencing with a translation of some Greek verses inscribed America; your grandfather resided at Sylhet, on the borders of the Burmese empire; a seventh and an eighth brother entered the navy, of whom the elder, William, a gallant young officer, was drowned at St. Helena, and the younger, Hugh, after serving till by him in the album at the Falls of Trolhâtte, in Sweden, and sent to England after his decease : "Nature her wondrous gifts with liberal hand Has scattered round to deck the smiling land; Thus sang the youth, almost a parting strain, Of each vain trifle from the vainer court; Far from his native land, in keen pursuit Of science only and of wisdom's fruit, Where arts, or laws, or poetry, were found, There lay his course, through wild or cultured ground, Or classic ground forgot, or horde unknown. Thine was the eye that, blessed with ray divine, Saw at a glance and made all nature thine; 'Gainst thee in vain had language power to bar Thy steady way with momentary war, While yet the unmeaning sounds still mocked thine ear, That rapid ray had taught thee how to hear : Though blessed with youth, health, beauty, rank, and power, With even purpose, like the sapient king, Knowledge thou sought'st, upborne on eagle's wing; While other youths pursued the chace, the dance, The flute, the goblet, led by whim or chance, Thy comprehensive powers and buoyant mind In tender youth left wondering age behind. Witness the cessation of all promotion at the close of the American war, embraced the sea-service of the East India Company, dividing his time thenceforward between London and Canton;* and the authoress of Auld Robin Gray' accompanied her husband, Mr. a Witness Cassandra, prophetess of ill, Obscure by fate, yet lucid by thy skill :- Lead with thy chosen few the mirthful power,- Ah! hadst thou reached once more thy native soil, In sorrow's wave immersed! Yet, while they drink * The circumstances of this change of service are thus related by Lady Anne in 'Memorandum respecting my Brother, Hugh Lindsay:'-" Lord Howe objected to Hugh Lindsay's appointment as lieutenant by Rodney in the West Indies, to bar similar claims which he was afraid would come heavy on Government on the peace. But he conferred the favour required on a friend of his own, under parallel circumstances with my brother. Hugh thought that a hardship, and told him so. The great man was offended and tried to browbeat the little man, and said that ' if the cases were parallel, he would confirm him too, but he denied the fact.' The Secretary of the Admiralty was called in, and allowed the statement of Hugh to be correct. Lord Howe left the room in displeasure-no redress was granted-and Hugh Lindsay, disgusted, quitted the navy for the East India Company's service." -An interesting Chinese adventure, contributed some years ago by Mr. Hugh Lindsay to the family archives, will be found in the third volume of these 'Lives.' a Lord Royston's translation of Lycophron's Cassandra,' which, “independent of its merits as a poem, evinces a knowledge of history and mythology, a profundity of research, and a combination of taste and learning, altogether astonishing in so young a writer," was originally privately printed, at Cambridge, in 4to., 1806, and was published, for the first time, in the volume of Remains,' &c., edited by the Rev. Henry Pepys, now Bishop of Worcester. His letters to his father, (the late accomplished and excellent Earl of Hardwicke,) descriptive of the scenes of his last wanderings, precede the 'Cassandra,' and are as remarkable for the varied information they convey as for their agreeable and lucid style as compositions. |