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thing should happen to either of the “ Is his body sold ? "
« Oh no! he's to be dissected here." didate for “surrogation.” However, “ Dissected ? Oh that's all my eye. his defence is very fair ; and he does Maybe they'll cut a little into the skin just well to insist much on the madness of to comply with the law : but take my word Nicholas. He tells the jury that it for it, he'll be sent to London : the Lonwas notorious that a passionate at- something. And his skeleton will be kept
doners wouldn't miss such a sight for tachment to a distinguished young in the British Museum." lady in the neighbourhood had turned the prisoner's brain ; regrets that he the Fressological Society of Edinburgh has
" Aye, but I hear,” said a third, “ that was not allowed to call for her evi- bought him.” dence and that of her uncle; and “ Fressological! You mean Phrenolothat he had it not in his power to gical: I know it very well : Sir Walter subpæna certain persons from the Scott's the president.” Continent who could have given de- “ Well, fress or phrenological, for aught cisive testimony to the insanity of the I care: but I hear they say that he has got prisoner for some time back. Here the organ of smuggling in his skull, and the Judge interrupts him, and begs
was born to be hanged.' him not to proceed on a topic which
Shift the scene, reader, before the without evidence could be of no jury bring in their verdict, to Walservice to the prisoner, and inflict ladmor castle. Here is Sir Morgan fresh wounds on an eminent family sitting alone, having already on cerwhose peace of mind had already tain accounts a deep interest in Nisuffered too deeply. At this moment cholas, and some misgivings. At an out-break of frenzy from Nicho- this moment steals in Gillie Godber: las, on the allusions to Miss Wallad. all is now accomplished: her day is mor, whose name he wishes to keep
come at last, the day she has been clear of all attaint, does something to preparing through 25 long years: support the statements of his counsel: and the luxury of her vengeance is which he fails not to press upon the perfect. Knowing that it is now too jury. At length Master Pritchard late for Sir Morgan to interfere, she has perorated: the prisoner has made gives him satisfactory proof that Nihis bold defence, in which the only cholas is his son-whom she had thing that looks like a disposition stolen in the very hour of his birth, to conciliate the jury is a slight allu- and had delivered to the captain of a sion to his own unhappy breeding smuggling vessel. At the same moamongst pirates which had taught ment enters Sir C. Davenant: “What him little respect for human laws. is the verdict ?” exclaims Sir MorNight is come, and the jury have re
gan,"Guilty !”judgment has passed: tired to consider of their verdict. the prisoner is to be executed on the Betting now recommences with great following morning: and, to prevent spirit : any odds that Nicholas is a rescue, the sheriff has resolved to game to the last step of the gallows lodge him for this night in Walladladder, if indeed he should come thi- mor castle. Sir Morgan bears all ther: but a young nobleman offers a
with dignity and apparent firmness ; 100 guineas to 100 that the jury ace and resolves not to see his son until quit him: we are not told whether after his death. the judge takes this bet. All this in
Now then we come to the winding open court: close behind the prisoner up. And the question is—how shall goes on this little conversation: we dispose of the bold criminal ?
Shall he die ? _We have had one ob“ A stout fellow! by G-: he'll need stinate attempt on his life by drownno stones in his pocket to tighten the ing in the first chapter : and here in noose.
the last volume we have 12 men
improved. So that, as betting is the fashion, and supposing the case to admit of any decision, we would gladly stake 10 guineas to 1 with our German friend that out of the first 12 barristers we should see in Westminster Hall we would produce 4 that should work through a chorus of the Agamemnon; not so well as Mr. Symmons, or Mr. Von Humboldt ; but yet taliter quuliter : and one of the four perhaps that would puzzle as good an editor as Mr. Schütz.
Fressological:" there is a sort of joke in this mistake to German car, which it is scarcely worth while to explain.
combining in another attempt upon Thus, mounted sometimes en croupe his life by hanging : shall this be to- behind the novelist in character of lerated ?" The scenes which follow translator, sometimes flying on the are so tumultuous and full of action wings of abridgment,—we have given that we have no space left for them. a rapid sketch of the German novel. Suffice it to say that Nicholas is for We are now expected perhaps by this night safely lodged in the “house some readers to put on the black velof death”-before he can escape, he vet, and pronounce judgment. But has the aerial corridor to pass, and the truth is this : novel reading is so the guard room full of dragoons; and purely a piece of sensuality (elegant the sheriff flatters himself all is safe. sensuality no doubt), that most read." The ides of March are come: ers resent the impertinence of critisaith he: yes, Sheriff, but not passed. cism in such a case, as much as he More than one heart still clings to who sits down to a carouse of imthe guilty Nicholas : steps are mov- mortal wine resents a medical intruing in the darkness for his delive- sion: the day after he may bear it; rance; and hands are at his service but not when he is imbibing the nec(to use the language of a metrical tar, preparing to imbibe it, or having romance) more than either two or just imbibed it. In any of these three.” There is an old prophecy cases it is prudent in the medical attached to Walladmor Castle: friend to keep out of his way. The When black men storm the outer door, *
reader sees, without our telling him, Joy shall come to Walladmor.
that there is great life and stir in the
movement of the story; much draHow that should be, the reader matic skill in devising situations ; will think it hard to guess. All, we and an interest given to some of the shall say, is this : that, as the sheriff characters, beyond the mere interest of Nottingham in well-known days of the action, by the passions which was often foiled, we see no reason move them. Two indulgencies howwhy a Welsh sheriff should hope for ever we must suggest to the reader : eternal success; that the British 1st with regard to Cato-street, he Museum is quite rich enough to bear must consider that distance of place a single disappointment; and that has the mellowing effect of distance the Phrenological Society of Edin- in time; and that what might be bad burgh may chance, like Mecca wait- taste or coarseness, in any of usmis ing for her caravan, to “ sicken at less so in a German who did not the long delay." There are such stand so near to it as we, and to things as smuggling vessels full of whom imperfect knowledge abstracts men from every climate under hea- many of those circumstances which
and even amongst enemies make the recollection of it to us painthere may be some friends : and Sir ful or revolting. Secondly we must C. Davenant and his dragoons may allow for errors of manners, or feelchance to find more work than they can ings, in costuming the parts: these manage: and we are in the hands of are not at all greater than in many of a fine scenical artist for arranging our own novels of high credit: grand situations; and he may con- though more obtrusively forced upon trive, just as all things hasten to a our notice, because the manners conclusion, to give us another great painted happen to be our own. And discovery or avayrwplois; and he may all this it will be the translator's duty bring all his people upon the stage to remove. As to the anachronisms, together, and groupe them in the we doubt whether they are not definest attitudes for parting and for- signed. Sir C. Davenant of the year giveness; and show South America 1822 is said to be the son of the cein the back ground for any bold man lebrated Sir William Davenant: conthat has a character to whitewash; sequently, he is (according to ancient and then drop the curtain upon us scandal) by possibility the grandson all; and call upon us for a “ Plau. of Shakspeare, who died in 1616: dite !" with three times three for the either son, or papa therefore, must gay hoaxer and for “ WALLADMOR !” have had a tolerable allowance of
life. Bangor Abbey we have noticed
* Gate properly (thor); but, for rhyme's sake, door.
already. And there is a battle (not runs on. " Author of Guy Mannerin the story of the novel, but in one ing !” says Bertram, “Do I hear of Sir Morgan's long stories) in which you right?” “ Yes, Sir, and like, we verily believe as many different wise of Kenilworth, the Abbot, the centuries take a part as in the famous Pirate,” &c. and away he bowls with drama of the Antijacobin. The Tem- a third roll-call. Now thus far all is plars are there ; all sorts of Saxons fair, and part of the general hoax. and Welshmen are there: Rhees ap But, when we add that this Mr. T. Meredith is there : (and we all know Malbourne conducts himself very whereabouts he dates :) and a very much like a political decoy or treconspicuous part by the way is play- panner-makes himself generally disa ed by two Earls of Chester and Slop agreeable by his cynical behaviourNow the Earl of Chester (God bless and condescends to actions which every him !) is still a prosperous gentleman man of honour must disdain (such as in this world; we read of his Lord- listening clandestinely to conversa, ship daily in the Morning Herald: tions, &c.)-it will be felt that our and he generally does bring a very pleasant friend has here been led considerable weight to any side he astray by his superabundance of takes in the battles of this world. animal spirits : this is carrying the But who is his cousin of Slop? Is he joke too far; and he ought really to by syncope for Salop, i. e. Lord apologize to Sir Walter Scott by exShrewsbury—some bold Talbot or pelling the part from his next ediother? If not, we fear he has long tion. A second point which we could been spilt and wiped up by the Muse wish him to amend in his next hoax of history. However, all these things is the keenness of his satirical hits at are trifles: nobody cares about such us the good people of this island. things in a novel, except pedants. We like quizzing immensely, as we
But now, dear German hoaxer, a have said: (we have quizzed him a word or two to you at parting. And little here and there:) and we like mistake us not for any of those dull even to be quizzed. Nay, we could people “ qui n'entendent pas la rail- muster magnanimity enough to sublerie:” on the contrary, we are ex- scribe to the keenest pasquinade travagantly fond of sport : la baga- upon our own worthy self, protelle is what we doat on: and many vided it had any salt of wit (for a time have we risked our character something it should have): and we as philosophers by the exorbitance of would never ask after its precise numour thirst after “ fun.” Nay we ber of falsehoods. But in our napatronize even hoaxing and quizzing, tional character we do ask a little when they are witty and half as good after this: and the more willing we as yours. But all this within cer- are to hear of our faults, the more tain eternal limits; which limits are we expect that they shall be our good nature and justice. And these real faults. We will not suspect are a little trespassed on, we fear, in that he does not like us: for we the following case:-we put it to our like him monstrously. Tet, if we readers. There is a certain Mr. were to set Capt. Fluellen or Capt. Thomas Malbourne in this novel, M‘Turk upon his book, we fear of whom we have taken no notice, that either of those worthy Celts because he is really an inert per- would exalt his nostrils, begin to son as to the action-though busy snuff the air, and say,
Py Cot, I enough in other people's whenever pelieve he's laughing at us. And it becomes clear to his own mind Celtic ground, whether Welsh or Gaethat he ought not to be busy. This lic, is not the most favourable for Mr. Malbourne, being asked in the such experiments on the British temlatter end of the book,who and per. But let this be reformed, good what he is, solemnly replies that he hoaxer! Do not put quite so much is the author of Waverley. “ Author acid into your wit. Come over to of Waverley !” says Bertram, “ God London, and we will all shake hands bless my soul ! is it possible ?” with you. Over a pipe of wine, which “Yes, Sir," he rejoins, « and also we shall imbibe together, you will of Guy Mannering, the Antiquary, take quite a new view of our characTales of my Landlord,” and so he ter: and we in particular will intro
duce you to some dear friends of ours,
exceedingly did fret : Scotch, Irish, and English, who will And, snatching from her hand half anany of them be glad to take a six- grily teenth in your next hoax, or even to The belt again, about her body gan it tie. subscribe to a series of hoaxes which Yet nathemore would it her body fit: we shall assist to make so witty that
Yet natheless to her, as her dew right, (to quote Sir Charles Davenant's
It yielded was by them that judged it. grandfather) they shall “ draw three “ By them that judged it!" and who souls out of one weaver,” shall ex- are they? Spenser is here prophetic, tort laughter from old Rhees ap Me and means the Reviewers. It has redith in Tartarus, and shall call out been generally whispered that the true “Lord Slop” from his hiding place. Florimel has latterly lost her girdle Now, turning back from the hoaxer of beauty. Let this German Sir Sato the hoax, we shall conclude with tyrane, then, be indulgently supposed this proposition. All readers of Spen- to have found it: and, whilst the title ser must know that the true Florimel to it is in abeyance, let it be adjudged lost her girdle ; which, they will re- to the false Florimel; and let her have member, was found by Sir Satyrane a licence to wear it for a few months, and was adjudged by a whole assem- until the true Florimel comes forblage of knights to the false Florimel, ward in her original beauty, dissolves although it did not quite fit her. She, her snowy counterfeit, and reclaims viz. the snowy Florimel,
ON DYING FOR LOVE.
To turn stark fools, and subjects fit
For sport of boys and rabble-wit.-Hudibras. Dying for love is a very silly thing. if he had never loved at all. The It answers no one good end whatso- fate of my friend R is a case in
It is poetical, romantic, per- point. He was deeply enamoured of haps immortalizing ; but neverthe- a very beautiful but adamantine less it is silly, and oftentimes exceed- lady, and, as a matter of course, grew ingly inconvenient. I have been very low-spirited and very miserapretty near it myself six or seven ble. He did not long survive; and, times, but thanks to my obstinacy! as another matter of course, it was (for which, indeed, I ought to be given out that he died for love. thankful, seeing I possess a very con
As the world seemed to think it siderable portion of that unyielding sounded better than saying, that his essence,) 'I have contrived to keep death was occasioned by drinking cold Death from the door, and Despair water immediately after walking ten from the sanctuary of my thoughts. miles under a burning sun, I did not I cannot, in fact, believe that half of contradict the report, although I had those who have the credit (I should good grounds for so doing, and it besay discredit) of dying for love have
came very generally believed. Some really deserved it. A man fixes his aver that Leander died of love, “ beaffections on a piece of cold beauty cause,” say they, “if Hero had not -a morsel of stony perfection-or been on the other side of the Helleson one far above him in rank and for- pont he would not have been drowntune---or on an equal, who has un- ed- argal, he died for love."* These fortunately a lover whom she prefers. are your primary-cause-men! your Well! he becomes melancholý, takes wholesale deduction-mongers ! Now cold upon it, and dies. But this I am a plain-spoken fellow, and proves nothing ; he might have died
am more apt to draw natural than if his passion had been returned, or romantic conclusions-argal, I say
See As you like it. Act iv. S. 1.
he died of the cramp, or from and she became at last like a
For pitee renneth sone in gentil herte ;
ever laid a blushing cheek on a snowy pillow, and sought by every means in her and sank into dreams of innocence power to revive her past energies, and joy. I remember her, too, when and recall her to lost happiness and the rose was fading from her cheek, peace. But it was too late ; aland solace and happiness had vanish- though she complained not, her spirit ed for ever from her forsaken heart. was broken for ever: and in the There was the impress of blighted effort of raising herself to give a last hope upon her brow—the record of a kiss to her friend, she sank back and villain's faithlessness upon her sunken died without a struggle or a sigh. cheek. Her eye told of long suffer- There were some lines in a periodical ing, and her constant but melancholy work, shortly after her death, evismile evinced how patiently she en- dently written by a person acquaintdured it. Day by day the hue of ed with the parties, which, I think, mortality waxed fainter and fainter; may not improperly be inserted here. her beautiful form wasted away,
There's a stain on thee that can never fade,
Tho' bathed in the mists of future years,
Of sorrow, and anguish, and bitter tears.
That, loved by thee, would have blossom'a fair,
And wither and die in thy soul's despair.
With which thou told’st of thy love and truth,
And blighted the flow'ret in its youth.
Has e'er betray'd thy bosom's pain,
To call it back from the grave again.
Its fadeless love in Spring's blooming hour;
Whose rays are life to the drooping flow'r ;-
Been calm as the lake that sleeps in rest ;
Nor pleasure dwell in thy lonely breast.