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CONDUCTED BY WILLIAM AND ROBERT CHAMBERS, EDITORS OF CHAMBERS'S INFORMATION FOR
THE PEOPLE, CHAMBERS'S EDUCATIONAL COURSE,' &c.
No. 205. New SERIES.
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 4, 1847.
which you kindly lent me, but not so much as with the PENCILLED THOUGHTS.
comments you have scattered through it here and there. It is said of Coleridge that he was a great borrower of Allow me the pleasant privilege of attempting to teach books, and that he always returned them to their owner you to think ; which you will perceive that I have made with the pencilled remarks he had made while engaged some advance towards doing, by venturing to differ in perusing them. I cannot approve of the writing from you in opinion respecting some of the poems in upon other people's books at all, even where it may be this volume. Please to compare our pencilled critithought that the commentator surpasses the author. cisms, and rub out those which, after due consideration, One may, however, do as he likes with his own; or, if you believe to be erroneous.' the practice be objected to as one tending to deface and Greatly surprised was my friend, then fervent in the injure the fair body of a book, then he may indulge his enthusiasm of nineteen or so, to suppose there could be humour much to the same purpose on a fly-leaf, or with two opinions as to the quality of the poems which she a detached slip of paper. It is certainly pleasant to had lauded with the terms "exquisite,' "enchanting,' talk in this way with one's author, whether or not we and so forth, but which the more experienced pencil of agree with him in opinion ; nay, for that matter, I am her friend had in most instances lowered down to 'poor,' not sure if the pleasure is not a little heightened by insipid,'' not original, and good for nothing if it were ;' somewhat of opposition in sentiment; inasmuch as it but, the dissatisfaction of the moment overcome, she set affords the mind an opportunity—which, if it be of a herself to the occupation which had been recommended superior order, it will not fail to enjoy—of trying its to her, of comparing her thoughts with those of her strength, and feeling its resources : a noble exercise, friend, and gradually began to discern how much of her and one for which it will have had but little scope admiration had been the result of those mistakes which should its process of training have been that too com- unaided and inexperienced youth can seldom do othermon one which consists in specific directions to think wise than make. It was the first thing that taught me like Mr A— or Mr B- We are obviously in- to pause and reflect,' said she, “before I gave forth an tended, by the constitution of our being, to have some opinion upon what I was reading; and it has thus been thing of our own to rest upon; and as little children the means of training me to habits of study, which beare taught at a proper age to feel their feet, in order to come more and more precious with every advancing prepare them for going alone, so should the youthful year.' mind be led to ascertain its powers, that it may not It cannot indeed be too much remembered, that it is move in a go-cart all its days, equally afraid and un one thing to read a book, and another to study it. And able to stir a step by itself. For this purpose, the what is the life of an intellectual being worth without practice of pencilling down the passing impressions some object of study? In point of fact, no intellectual which are suggested by a thoughtful book is eminently being does, or can live devoid of such an object, though instructive.
it may not, and in most cases certainly does not, exist But are not the remarks of young readers likely in the regions of literature. But what can we call those to be crude and profitless ? Crude enough, no doubt incitements which demand so much expense of time and they may be, but not profitless, supposing them to thought, as to how we shall best enjoy ourselves, and be prompted by genuine feeling, and recorded with appear the best in the eyes of others, but objects of simplicity of purpose. Nothing is profitless that comes study? And what are they who are engrossed by them from the heart; no, not even a mistake. We can but students, and laborious students too, though in do little else than mistake in the first steps which we another sort of learning than that of books ? But this take in learning anything ; but these mistakes have by the way-Revenons à nos moutons. their use, by serving as beacons to warn us against The habit of noting down our impressions as we read, steering towards the coast where we have already by introducing us into the inner world of thought and suffered loss. I am intimately acquainted with a lady, feeling, prepares us to understand what we really do now advanced in life, who traces much of her pre- believe and comprehend, and consequently establishes sent capability of appreciating and enjoying thought- a capacity for judging of the value of a book, which, in ful literature, to the circumstance of her having made point of fact, is possessed by comparatively but few persome pencilled remarks in a volume of poetry, which, sons; the greater number of readers contenting themwhen she was very young, an accomplished gentleman, selves with swimming with the stream, and approving old enough to be her father, and an intimate friend of of everything that has the stamp of popularity upon it, the family, happened to see, and borrowed of her; and let its intrinsic worth or worthlessness be what it may. which, when he returned, he accompanied by the follow. This is not as it should be; neither is it as it would be, ing note :
if reading for improvement were made more a matter *Dear Miss—I have been interested in the book of conscience, and something more were sought and
desired from the pages of works professing to be of a poet Hans Christian Andersen which bears upon this didactic character, than one-sided views, which the rea- point. 'I was invited,' he says, “ by some students of der takes upon trust, because he is too indolent to think Lund to visit their ancient town. Here a public dinner for himself. Were there more thinkers, there would be was given to me; and as I was in the evening in a more earnest writers; and we should not have to com- family circle, I was informed that the students meant plain with the celebrated essayist, John Foster, that to honour me with a serenade. I felt myself actually there is so great a deficiency of what may be called overcome by this intelligence: my heart throbbed conclusive writing. “How seldom,' says he, .do we feverishly as I descried the thronging troop, with their feel at the end of the paragraph or discourse that some blue caps, and arm in arm, approaching the house. I thing is settled and done. It lets our habit of thinking experienced a feeling of humiliation, a most lively code and feeling just be as it was.... We are not compelled sciousness of my deficiencies ; so that I seemed bowed to say with ourselves emphatically, “Yes, it is so; it to the earth at the moment others were elevating me. must be so: that is decided to all eternity!” I want,' As they all uncovered their heads while I stepped forth, he goes on to say, “the speaker or writer to settle some I had need of all my thoughts to avoid bursting into point irrevocably, with a vigorous knock of persuasive tears. In the feeling that I was unworthy of all this, I decision, like an auctioneer, who, with a rap of his ham- glanced round to see whether a smile did not pass over mer, says, “There-- that's yours ; I've done with it: the face of some one, but I could discover nothing of the now for the next." ' *
kind.' After relating a few more particulars of what These are the kind of writers to do us good; but in passed, he thus concludes the subject. “When I redefault of them, it is not altogether unprofitable to take turned to my chamber, I went aside in order to weep out the position of the auctioneer ourselves, and knock this excitement, this overwhelming sensation. “ Think down with our pencil the sentiment with which we no more of it; be joyous with us,” said some of my cannot agree. I have sometimes seen a curious fight lively Swedish friends; but a deep earnestness had of this kind in an interleaved book, wherein the poor entered my soul. Often has the memory of this time author put me much in mind of the policeman in the come back to me; and no noble-minded man who reads puppet-show, who, being sent to apprehend Punch these pages will discover a vanity in the fact, that I for various misdemeanours, is knocked down himself have lingered so long over this moment of life, which !! and fearfully mauled by that personage. But lively as scorched the roots of pride rather than nourished this combativeness may be, more edifying, and, on the them.'* whole, more agreeable is it that something of the cha But once more to glance at our subject, of which I racter of sympathising friendship should subsist be- have again a little lost sight. By accustoming ourselves ! tween the writer and reader. It seems as if it ought to pencil down our thoughts, as we travel through the to be so. Yes, it seems as though one ought to love and pages of a book, we are likely to acquire a most inesteem the fellow-creature who comes into such close valuable art, which is that of coming to the point, and contact with our spirits, and who, if he does his work putting our remarks in the shortest possible compass; aright, will awaken a response from every interior chord for the circumstances under which we make these on which he lays his hand. And doubtless this kind passing comments are usually of a kind to prompt us of affectionate interest is excited in our minds towards to be simple and concise in our observations—and to the author who, by the power of his eloquence and his learn to be simple and concise, both in speaking and
! sense, constrains us every now and then to lay down his writing, is to learn a valuable and rare accomplish. book, and pause upon the truth which he sets before ment, and one which can only be acquired by exertion us. We begin to wish that we knew more of this and experience. We do not easily, nor, whilst we are present, speaking, but invisible friend. We think we young, very willingly, perceive that those are commonly ! could lay open to him some of those secret springs the best and most useful of truths which are presented of thought and feeling which he has so skilfully, though to us with the least ornament of rhetoric ; for of truth unconsciously, touched. We wonder whether he will it may assuredly be said, as of beauty, that it is, 'when ever come in our way. Perhaps not; but we should unadorned, adorned the most.' To believe this is a like to know a little about him. And then we remem- work of time, and the result of much sifting and easting ber some Mr or Mrs or Miss so and so, who either away of that chaffy wordiness in which young sentiknows him, or knows somebody else that knows him; mentalists are so prone to indulge, and which probably and through this channel we resolve to take an oppor- occasioned the counsel of Dr Johnson to a young author, tunity of hearing if he talks, and lives, and looks just that whenever he had written anything which he as we expect and desire that the person should do whom thought particularly fine, to be sure to strike it cat." we are so greatly disposed to love and esteem.
It is worth being at some pains, however, to obtain a There is something in this kind of homage totally capability of judging rightly, and the possession of a different from the adulation which always travels in quick and clear apprehension of the true and beautiful the wake of the popular author. That is of a cha- in thought and feeling. racter which makes no pencilled notes; for it cares no It is having something of our own; and, as I have more about books, or those that write them, than as before remarked, we are obviously intended to have it respects the wealth and fame they may obtain. It something of our own in the shape of opinion and feel 1 is not of this species of approval that I am speaking, ing. In fact we can neither know nor receive anything but rather of that of which it may be said that it as a truth, however we may try to persuade ourselves exalts those who pay it as much, or more, than those to that we do, that is not sealed and witnessed to us as whom it is paid; for those who deserve to be the ob- truth by the conviction and response of something within jects of this generous enthusiasm, are usually as much our own minds. We may endeavour, indeed, to approve distinguished by humility as by talent. There is a of, and to acquiesce in, particular sentiments and feel striking and touching passage in the life of the Danish
* True Story of my Life. By Hans Christian Andersen, Tras * Foster's Life and Correspondence, vol. i. p. 396.
lated by Mary Howitt, pp. 141-143.
ings, because we are told that we ought to do so; but tarily, with a gesture of contempt; for th love and approbation are spontaneous emotions, and can sies) were a despised and wandering peo no more be imparted in a way of dictation and instruc- from the Copts and Nubians, who, by the tion, than the fragrance of a bed of flowers can be to arts of necromancy, and dishonest practic gathered and handed about.
cloak of their supernatural profession, had .avely fallen There exists, in short, in most persons, a latent capa- into total discredit, and aroused the vengeance of the bility of discerning and delighting in what is good and government, which, finding a decree of banishment beautiful; and whenever the hand of genius sweeps issued against the whole race of no effect, had authoover this dormant capacity, it awakes, and joyfully rised the people to put them to death wherever they responds to the touch. "To place ourselves, therefore, in might be found. It was this severe public measure circumstances fitted to be thus aroused in our interior which constrained the unfortunate Kaboul, the lucknature—whether it be by thoughtful reading or obser- less inhabitant of the ditch, to take refuge in the vation, or any other way to which we may be guided mountains, though he was a stranger to the delinis not only to do our duty, but also to aim at securing quencies of his fellows, and passed an honest life in to ourselves one of the purest and most enduring of the preparation of herbs, and in contemplating the earthly gratifications.
As we have said, at the fatal name of zingaro, Hassan
Corati, our young huntsman, recoiled with aversion.
Nevertheless, educated at the university of Padua, as The sun was beginning to gild the tops of the lofty were most of the opulent youth of his country, he had towers of Bucharest, the capital of Wallachia, when a cast off the prejudices of his native land to adopt those young man, whom, by his short mantle and Asiatic of a foreign soil; and thus his Wallachian horror for the head-dress, surmounted by a rich plume, it was easy to sons of Egypt yielded to his Italian love of the marrecognise as the heir of an illustrious family of Boyards, vellous. He recollected also, that even among his perset out alone from his habitation, situated upon the secutors Kaboul enjoyed the reputation of learning and banks of the Dumbrowitz, and took the road towards honesty, though a vagabond. So he promised the poor the mountains. You might have thought, by the wretch not only his forbearance, but protection; and striped carbine, inlaid with gold and mother-of-pearl, recurring to his former idea, he said to the zingaro, which he carried by a belt, and the indented poniard. You overheard the complaints I was making upon the in his girdle, that the hope of surprising a chamois, or unequal duration of life allotted to man and certain of a wild deer, or of slaughtering a bear, the terror of the the brute race?' country, had called him thus early from his bed. You • Your weapon lies peacefully on the grass, and you would have been deceived. He was twenty-five years provoke discussion,' replied Kaboul. 'I shall have pleaold, and in love; and his age at this mornent occupied sure in gratifying your wishes, and hope to show you his thoughts more than his passion. “Twenty-five that a miserable outcast such as I am may possess the years,' he said half aloud; 'a quarter of a century: gift of reason equally with a wealthy Boyard.' Thus doubtless the best part of my existence! and what real saying, the ragged philosopher, ascending from the use have I made of all this time? I have a thousand ravine, and shaking the dust and gravel from his tatprojects of happiness, without knowing how to execute tered garments, made a sign to the young huntsman them. I should be happy, nevertheless, if I had but to be seated upon the bank, taking at the same moment time; but the moment of enjoyment always recoils from an opposite place, but not forgetting, even in this desert my grasp! My marriage with Anna is deferred for a solitude, the respectful distance that should separate a year by order of the vaivod, her father. What a miser- rich Boyard from an outcast zingaro. “Let us see, my able time to wait ! Marry at twenty-six! Why, I shall noble huntsman,' said he, “if I understand you rightly: hardly have time to play the part of husband and father, you complain of the brevity of life. If you can bear and bring up a family, ere old age comes upon me! the tri hear it for once from me, a beggar proscribed How fearfully short is life! Truly it appears to me a and despised—the cry that has escaped your lips is the revolting contradiction to allot to man, the lord of cry of ingratitude against Divine Providence. 'Actions the creation, so brief a space to reign, while different are epochs, and the periods of life are not measurable species of animals are allowed a life of centuries. Yon by the dial. Why should you be envious of the der stag, for instance, browsing on the edge of the crag longevity of certain animals, while you possess intel(and he mechanically presented his carbine), may live lect and imagination-powers which give importance perhaps five times as long as I.'
to moments, and can transform an hour into an age ?' * Yes, if you are a bad shot,' replied a voice which • Sixty minutes, employ them as you will, make but seemed to rise from underground.
an hour of life,' replied Hassan with an air of disdain. The young Wallachian started with surprise; then * Passed in a sleep without dreams, or in idleness suddenly perceiving at his feet a man in tattered gar- without meditation, they form, it is true, but a lengthments, crouching in the soil of a dried ravine, “Who ened series of monotonous periods, all similar to those and what are you?' cried he, directing towards the ap- which, once gone, leave but an imperceptible trace, parition his instrument of death.
soon mingled, confused, and forgotten with a thousand * Alas! merciful sir, though you should kill me, you others that compose the void of existence; but arouse will live no longer, and the stag will live just as long.' the faculties, occupy each instant with projects, with “Who are you then?'
action, weigh every moment, and waste none, nor look "A man who, to preserve his life, is compelled to upon aught with indifference, then are you happy in trust it to the fury of the wild bull and the hunger of the present, the past leaves you pleasant memories, and the bear.'
the future is open to your hopes. In a word, you have • Who seeks to take it?'
lived.' • Your equals.
• Yes, for one hour !' sighed the young man. Then • What crime have you committed?'
folding his arms, turning towards his companion, and That of knowing more than other men.'
fixing upon him an earnest look, half of supplication, Your name?'
half of command— You, honest Kaboul, whom the To tell it you is to risk much, for you carry a good country deems learned in magic science, do you not carbine, and have the right of life and death over my possess the secret of prolonging life?' race.'
Kaboul replied not immediately, but burying his face • How can that be?'
in his hands, seemed to reflect profoundly; then rising Merciful lord, I am a zingaro; chief of the zingari, from a reverie which appeared of weary length to the proscribed and condemned by your laws.'
impatient Hassan— I am in possession of this secret,' At these words the young sportsman recoiled involun- said he smiling ; 'would you make a trial of it?'
Hassan had read of the secret of Paracelsus, and not form a wish, and he found himself alone with his bedoubting for an instant that Kaboul was the possessor loved, free from the trammels of etiquette. True, these of it, he leaped up, and seizing the hand of the zingaro were so much time blotted out of life ; but who can be with a sudden effusion of tenderness, his eyes sparkling said to live in moments of ennui? with immoderate joy, and his lips quivering—You Time passed on: hours enjoyed and hours destroyed possess it,' he cried, “and will dispose of it in my brought Hassan to the eve of parentage. He learned favour!'
that he was about to become a father, and could not • Willingly. I will endow you this instant, if you sleep that night for joy. wish it, with two centuries of existence.'
Just at this period the vaivod besought him to under* Two hundred years !' cried the joyful and credulous take a journey in his behalf to the Sublime Porte. Ab Hassan, while he pressed the beggar to his bosom. “Oh, important affair was to be transacted with the reismy friend ! my second father! Yes, my second father, effendi. He could not refuse this service to the father for I shall owe you more than the first; for rarely do of his Anna; but how could he abandon the mother of men, by the ordinary laws of nature, though favoured his unborn child? This once the sacrifice of three by Heaven, live a hundred miserable years, and you months, the duration of his commission, appeared to assure me of twice that space! Speak, what do you him as dictated by reason. require of my gratitude ?'
The wish formed, the dazzling vision was repeated; Nothing. In matters of bargain and sale the price the three months were effaced, and our hero, proud of ! should equal the value of the object sold. What could his sacrifice to reason and to nature, could again devote you offer me in exchange for what I give you? There- himself to his son. He resolved to deserve the honoars fore the two centuries of existence shall be a gratuitous of parentage by fulfilling its duties. Then he would call gift. But mark what I say, and never lose sight of the the child Hassan: his wife would love him the more. prerogative attached to your new life: the future will He was sure be would be a charming infant. But then! be at your own disposal, and you will grow old as fast his dear Anna would suffer; and could he witness ber as you desire it.'
affliction ? Never! It was beyond his power. He •I shall make but little use of that.'
would abridge the time of trial: this time it was the Kaboul parted suddenly from Hassan, and the latter voice of pity, of humanity, that spoke, and he longed saw him climb rocks, dive down precipices, and leap to embrace his son. Again he availed himself of his over torrents, all the while chanting wild songs in an prerogative, and his Anna brought forth-a daughter. unknown language. At length he returned, bearing in All his projects fell to the ground: he must have a his hand a bundle of various herbs. “This place is not son, however-a little Hassan. Again he soothed his propitious to prepare them,' said he.
impatience by the exercise of his prerogative, till the *Deign to follow me into my palace,' replied Hassan ; period of a second paternity saw his wishes accon'everything there shall be at your disposal; you shall plished. Hassan the second saw the light. repose and refresh yourself after your fatigue and ab But a good father cares for everything, and never stinence; and in spite of your refusal, you shall not was there a better father than Hassan the first. What depart without a princely reward.'
should he do with his son when grown up? Should he Kaboul smiled. • To prolong your life, ought I to send him to the university of Padua, where he was himrisk my own?'
self educated ? No; he could not be separated from his * You need fear nothing in my company. Wrap this son. He would confide him to the care of the sage mantle around you. Let us go by way of the river: I Asgleton, the greatest philosopher of Asia, now resident reside at the entrance of the city.'
at Bucharest, who in six years' time would terminate Kaboul followed him. A repast was prepared for the his engagements with the court, and be ready to undermaster of the house; and after Kaboul had composed his take the education of his son. Philip of Macedon had philter, he presented it to his host, who swallowed it with rejoiced that the gods had given him Aristotle as a confidence, and sat down to eat, in spite of his quality, tutor for Alexander, and Asgleton was a second Ariswith the zingaro. Let us do justice to Hassan. Assured totle. IIis impatience and anxiety became intolerable : of living two centuries, his Anna became the first object he longed to secure the presence of the sage, and conof his thoughts; but this long year of expectation tor- fide to him his precious charge. At length he could mented him perpetually, solely through the impatience bear no longer delay. 'I sacrifice these years for my he felt to be happy, and not, as before, from the fear of son,' said he; ' let him be seven years of age!' not having time to bring up his family. He remem His family increased : a larger palace became necesbered the prerogative attached by Kaboul to his won- sary, and more spacious gardens; and he could not derful gift. Having two hundred years at his command, tolerate the slow leisure of the artificers, or the tardihe could well afford to sacrifice one to his mistress. ness of vegetation. Thus, master of his destiny, did Further, he longed for an assurance that the gift of the Hassan sacrifice the present to the hopes of the future. zingaro was a reality, and not a deception; and this We need not follow him through all the variations of would be a certain test. So he wished that the year of his changeable desires. Through the frequent gratifiexpectation should be effaced from his life, and that the cation of his insatiable wishes, he perceived at length day of his marriage with Anna should dawn upon him that his hair was turning gray, and his wife growing at once.
old. What had he done with his youth? He had Hardly was the wish formed, when he experienced a squandered it away, a sacrifice to his impatience of rapid and dazzling vision, during which the events of suspense. However, a vast career was still open to the entire year passed suddenly before his eyes, just as him; and with matured age other passions took posses. when the lightning cleaves the midnight sky, a thou- sion of his heart, and these in their turn entail new sand confused objects are presented to our view, and sacrifices of his time. In the mad career of ambition, disappear in an instant.
fresh drafts were made upon his life and his fortune, Anna was already at his side in the habiliments of a and, unhappily for him, both were at his heedless dis. bride. The whole city resounded with cries of joy, and posal. the beating of drums, in honour of the daughter of the Already all that he loved upon earth had ceased to Prince of Wallachia ; and the bells of the Greek church, exist: his son had fallen a victim to old age; alone suspended, according to custom, between two cypresses, Hassan pursued his way, sustained by the ambitious announced to the assembled spectators the approach of hope of being appointed vaivod, as his father-in-law the happy pair.
had been. He obtained at length this enviable title; Happy Hassan and Anna! Their days of Hymen but with his nomination he received an order to lery glided away amidst the enchantments of pleasure and troops, and to march in person, with the chief of Molof love. If any untimely ceremonial interrupted at in- davia, against the Tartars of Boudziac, who had refused tervals their moments of delight, Hassan had but to to pay the tribute to which they were subjected.
The new vaivod, forced, according to custom, to pre- tion, that thought and imagination can transform an sent the Grand Seignior with five hundred thousand hour into an age? Your dream has not lasted a quarter Turkish piastres on his arriving at the regency of Wal- of an hour, and yet you have accomplished during its lachia, found himself ruined; it became necessary, in course an entire existence.' order to undertake this fatal war, at once to oppress his • Ah,' said Hassan, but by what sorcery?' subjects with taxes, and to enrol them under his stand • By none,' replied Kaboul. 'I know nothing of sorards. These painful and novel occupations did not oc- cery, and discredit its professors. The potion you drank cupy his time so agreeably as to dispense with his was distilled simply from narcotic herbs, the property abridging it. His prerogative came to his aid, and he of which is to excite the imagination during the slumber saw himself immediately at the head of a superb army, of the body. I had but occasion to rouse those ideas to one half of which deserted the next day. Relying upon activity which already filled your brain, and of which his courage and the favour of Providence, he gave I was informed by our previous conversation. The few battle nevertheless, and was defeated ; and being cited words that escaped your lips at intervals convinced me before the divan to justify his conduct, Hassan repaired of my success. You may learn from the lesson you to Constantinople, where he was cast into a dungeon, have received, that it is sensation which constitutes and and forgotten.
prolongs life. Noble occupations and wholesome pleaThe unfortunate man, surrounded with gloomy ob- sures amplify the existence-not the pretended powers jects and savage guardians, had ample time to re of necromancy. Enjoy the present, of which alone you flect upon his misery. 'I am approaching the terrible are certain, with wisdom, and so doing, you provide period when I must terminate my life,' said he; 'and yet honour and tranquillity for the future. Despise not the how little have I lived after all! Perhaps I have sacri- period of youth, nor cast the best gift of Heaven disficed too thoughtlessly, to my desire of enjoyment, pe- dainfully from you: consider the end of all your designs: riods that would not have been without a charm; for prize your time, and use it sparingly, for it is the stuff even in the rapid visions which have passed before me, I that life is made of. Never forget that the future is a have discerned objects worthy of regret. Let experience gulf which the present is greedily devouring. Man render me wise in future: time becomes precious to me. complains of the brevity of life, and yet exercises all Once returned to my province, I will employ it for the his powers to accelerate its rapidity. Well for him that good of my people and my own: every hour shall have his destiny is in better hands. its employment, its trials perhaps, but also its pleasures. The Egyptian rose and departed. I will do good; I will - But alas !' added he, 'I am * Alas!' said Hassan, 'I must bear as I may the delay a prisoner, suffering under the weight of a false suspi- of this lingering year.' cion; it is folly to make such resolutions at the present moment: the few happy days that I hope to enjoy cannot be mine in this horrible dungeon! Ah! I will con
GARDEN WHIMSIES. found my vile accusers in the presence of the sultan! THERE must be something, we are inclined to imagine, Let the hour arrive when justice shall be accorded intoxicating in having much to do with flowers and me!'
gardens. Possibly a sort of hortifloral love may have to He spoke, and found himself upon his deathbed. A be reckoned by the psychologist among the passions of shadowy form, veiled in the drapery of wo, and fore- the human breast; if so, we would set down as one of head wreathed with the fatal blossoms, appeared before its first general laws, that this sentiment has a great him; in one hand he held a two-edged sword, with the tendency to attain an extravagant height, and to pass other he proffered tablets to the dying man.
all the common boundaries of common sense. Of the • Hassan Corati, thy two centuries are accomplished: flower-love, we have the familiar instance of the Tulipothou didst complain of the brevity of life, and when two mania as an illustration; and we may learn, in addition, hundred years were granted thee, thou didst squander that sober Dutchmen, head-over-ears in this passion, them madly in the pursuit of illusory pleasures, which have been known to half starve themselves, that they vanished at thine approach. Double centenarian, see might feed their anemones—to lose entire days in loveupon these tablets the actual amount of thy existence. sick gazing upon a hyacinthine beauty-and to tremble From thine encounter with the chief of the zingari, for the consequences of a careless stranger breathing thou hast lived barely five years. Thine hour is come.' over a fair auricula. We happen to have known a per
Already! cried the miserable vaivod in a lament- son in the outskirts of London who carried his passion able voice; already! when I was forming such noble for tulips to such a pitch of frenzy that he ruined his projects for the glory and happiness of Wallachia. Vile family, and almost broke the heart of his wife. Finally, Kaboul, it is thou who wert the cause of my disasters! his household was reduced to a single bedstead; but What need had I of thine abominable philtres? Why this he one day took and placed over a group of tulips, did you not leave me to follow the common destiny of tent-wise, to keep off the too ardent glare of the sun; my race? I should have lived longer and happier—in having performed this droll feat, he sat down, pipe in spite of my wishes, it is true—but then I should have hand, and for hours zed with delight on the resplendied in the arms of my Anna, and before my beloved dent tints of his favourites. Cases of this nature supson. Savage Kaboul! remorseless chief of'
ply us with a strong presumption that a love for flowers Holla! my good host, wake up,' cried the zingaro, is liable to run into monomania. The extravagances of shaking him violently by the arm : ‘is it a custom with garden-makers are at all events curious, and worthy of you Wallachian Boyards to sleep over your meals ? notice. Awake, arouse, Hassan Corati! Your soup is exquisite, It was according to rule that the excitable people of but it is growing cold.'
Italy would be among the greatest sufferers by the And Hassan opened his large eyes with an air of attacks of this disorder. A modern writer on Italy is terror, and looking around him in utter astonishment, lost in admiration of the garden doings of some of the found himself in his palace of Bucharest, situated on cardinals of former days. Their riches, their taste, their the banks of the Dumbrowitz, tête-à-tête at a repast learning, their leisure, their frugality, all conspired in with the chief of the zingari, to whom he related at this one object. The eminent founder would expend length the astounding visions of his brief repose. thousands upon his garden, but allot only a crown for
• One thing,' said he, 'I regret--I am not vaivod.' his own dinner!' The garden of the Borghese villa, of * No; but you may become so, if you are not afraid all others, was costly, luxurious, and whimsical. We of the dungeons of Constantinople. But you have the read that from a distance this garden appeared like a consolations that are common to us all-you will not great town, the wall being interrupted here and there survive your offspring; and you may die in the arms of with castles, turrets, and banqueting-houses. · Within,' your Anna, though your marriage is yet deferred for a exclaims enthusiastic Evelyn, “it was an elysium of year. But tell me, what think you now of my asser- | delight.' It abounded with all kinds of delicious fruits ;