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IV. LOVE'S L ABOUR LOST. SCENES FROM AN UNPUBLISHED LIFEA LAY OF COCKAIGNE.
DRAMA. We sat beneath the linden trees - the mist hung o'er the hill,
By ALEXANDER SMITHERS. The mavis sung her even-song-the shy merle answered shrill;
In the street the tide of being how it hustles, how it rolls! The kine were coming o'er the lea— the sheep adown the
Gents with staring "Sydenham trousers,” beggars, 'busmen, dale
thieves, and trolls; And there, beneath those linden trees, I told the tender tale.
In this stream of human being, banked by plate-glass"
fronted shops, I'd loved her three days silently—but now love fain would
Flattning nose against a window do I gaze on mutton. speak
chops I In the qaiv'ring lip of boyhood—the flush on boyhood's
Sniffing up the grateful savour of the beef that's alamode, cheek;
Eating luscious mental monthfuls of imaginary food; I'd never breathed my love till now my coward heart did
Gazing through the glass with envy on the knife of Sheffield fail
steel Till there, unto my gentle Jane, I breathed the tender tale.
As it cuts through lovely slices of red ham and pallid veal. One arm was found her slender waist-the balmy summer
'Midst this stream of human being, banked by houses tall breeze
and grim, Played with her dancing ringlets as it murmured through the
Pale I stand, this frosty morrow, with red eyes with teartreesI pressed her hand within my own, till, answering to its grasp,
drops dim; I felt the small hand tremble ere it thrilled me with its clasp.
Here I stand with empty stomach, as the rich man passeth
byI vowed love's vows with lover's truth-I swore that I With a vision of hashed venison flitting o'er his mental eyewould be
Walking homeward to French dishes, whose variety grows For ever faithful to the love told 'neath that linden tree;
stale, "Oh! give,” I cried, “my gentle Jane, one tress of flaxen While I count my coppers sadly for one glass of Alton Ale!
hair, That love o'er love's unquiet heart that token aye can wear.
I could make my empty stomach a poor mark for scorn and
sneers, « 'Twould cheer thy poet's lonely lot-twould spar his I could wet my mental whistle with imaginary “beers ;"
spirit on, Till o'er his path that gas.lamp, Fame, went out or clearer
| Once before with hunger maddened I despised the glazier's
And, furious as a hungry dog, I grabbed at pie and tart. Until he claim thee as his bride that token aye he'll wear"“I wish you'd asked me, love, before the barber cut my Soon I filled my empty stomach. O'er the fragments of his hair !"
pies The summer wind was sighing through the shady linden trees. Leaped the cook, with imprecations on a starving outcast's As down upon the daisied sward I sank upon my knees;
eyes ; I felt my wild heart's pulses throbbing strongly ’neath my
Dragged me off to Bow-street station, choking till I scarce coat
could speak, Like the pistons in the engine-room within the Chelsea boat! | With his pies within this stomach, and his knuckles on this
neck; While sporting with a flaxen tress, "a boon ! a boon !" I
Told "the beak” lean hunger's story-how I'd smashed his cried
window fine, “A gage of love-one little lock-oh, be not this denied !”.
And devoured his "muttons" gratis—that I paid for in My pocket-knife gleamed 'neath her nose—the daring deed
“lang syne;" was done
Sentence-six months oakum-picking, in a habitation snug Unto my heart I pressed the lock, and found—'twas not her
Of a felon-manufactory, ye call the “ NEW STONE JUG." Oton! Oh! foolish heart I-hot tears will start-oh! hollow-hearted
I could make his words--my sentence- a wide mark for maid !
scorn and sneers; I think of thee whene'er I rove through Burlington's Arcade
I did “gammon" the Gaol-Chaplain with well-counterfeited Whene'er I glance o'er Truefitt's shop my mind is ill at ease,
tears; I think on Truefitt's fair, false curls, and certain linden trees,
I did leave the prison-pious_with his prayers for future
weal, Still through those shady linden trees the soft south wind
And the Government's permission to beg, or starve, or steal! may sigh; Unto the merle the mavis there may make a sweet reply ; | Oh! if I were now as once, sir, ere my money all was gone, But nevermore, there nevermore my heart's hope can I fix I could play commercial “thimble-rig" and do the public On ringlets such as Truefitt makes, and sells at ten and six. I brown;
THE MEETING-HYMY OP TIIE UOUSES.
I could laugh to scorn the treadmill, and the arm-fatiguing | Now, pæans sing—the day is ours-- Pam is no longer crank,
game," And could dub myself Director of some "British BRIGANDS' Hayter hath cried out“Quarter"-(or “ Divide"—it's mach BANK !"
the same), Their ranks are breaking like a flock of sheep before a dog,
The floor is strewn with ill-worked soms from Levis 'Midst the stream of human being, banked by houses tall and
"Chequer log." grim, Pale I stand this winter's morning with red eyes with tear. Then Dizzy thought on vengeance, and all along his van, drops dim;
“Remember Eighteen Hifly.ivo," was passed from man to
man ; Eager plead I for“ a trifle” to the worldlings' hollow hearts, Flattning nose against the window, whence I filched those
But out spake gentle Palmerston—"No member is my foe, pies and tarts.
Down with the grumbling public, but let our brethren go.
Give me my own way, Ben beloved, and should a place occur Now the world is all before me--and the mutton-chops as
To give away, it shall be thine without the least demur. well
Two men of talent like ourselves should brethren sworn be; Whispers head—“ be honest !"-stomach another tale doth
I'd part with Grey or Clarendon, ere I'd cross my sword all :
with thee." Through the window steamed and greasy will I dash my cold, Then Dizzy clasped the Premier's hand within his jewelled blue fist,
paws, Regardless of the “ peeler"--or of scratches of the wrist !
For office was a dearer thing to him than Queen or laws. I will take home pies in plenty, to my sweetheart-I won't Oh! was there ever such a peer for English eyes to see name her
As Henry John, Lord Viscount Pam, for Tivertou, M.P.! “ Alexander Smith,” saith Smithers, “ here's a scene from my
And the "country party” worshipped at the shrine of Pam Life-Drama !! »
And political millennium seemed nearer now than ever,
Thought this much finer fun by far than the Russiaos' iron THE MEETING OF THE HOUSES. A DREAM OF THE RIGHT HON. T. B. M-C-L-Y.
And he showed his high hilarity in his most facetious way,
Exclaiming—“Blank my blank blank eyes--now here's the A glimpse into the world of "might have been"-Gerald Massey.
Now blow me tight, I'd wonder not if I get a fleet once CRANWORTH hath come to marshal us, in his neatest toga
To'rile' Sir James, and do again—just what I did before !" With his crisply curled “full-bottom” wig upon his legal
And patriotic M.P.'s think, “ If thus good things come crest;
round, He looked upon the Government, and he felt inclined to cry, Perhaps we'll get berths also on the ministerial ground, — On Dizzy and the Irish, and his glance was stern and high.
You'll choose 'the Navy,' I “the War,” abolish lazy hives; With easy grace he cleared his throat, as rolled from van to
(Retiring on annuities for the remainder of our lives.) Down all the House a deafʼning shoal of “ Order ! hush'!
And Pellatt for the second time doth bonnet poor Locke hear, hear!”
Emphatic as aforetime, when he'd said some wondrous thing. “And if our one and fourpence fall—as fall it may full well, and the knight of the “succession law” starts up with For I see much enmity abroad against our G.C.L.
curses deep Press where ye mark his long nose peak, 'midst men of tape
For his oration of three hours had sent himself to sleep;
While Johnny Russel, with " Delolme," and hat pulled o'er And let your session-watchwords be- Revenge, or give's
his brows, our tax !""
Under its brim smiles grimly as he peers around the house,
And ideally is looming through time's vista in his brain, Hurrah! the foe is moving-hark to the miogled squeak The upper House—a coronet--reward for all his pain ; Of Dizzy's pumps, and Russell's voice, and Pam's tongue While from young Ireland's benches there floats the ancient within his cheek,
wailFrom the Reform" club Gibson hies within a Hansom cab, “Down with the Saxon-bless the Pope-and let us hare With all the noisy chivalry of Manchester to blab.
Repale !" “Now by the seals ye love so well, Conservatives be true, Charge for the Treasury benches, and make the varlets rne! Ho! gallant members of the House, look that your tongues See still they menace and they roar against the man of wax, Against Sir G. C. Lewis, the scape-goat of the tax.
Ho! cabbies of New Palace-yard, keep watch and keep ye
deuce to pay
For our Pam hath done the Tories_our Pam hath sold the | Then here's a health to Pam the bold, to Lewis aud to Grey, people,
And grant the Houses ne'er forget the glories of this day ! And feels his office-tenure firm as is St. Margaret's steeple.
A ROMANCE OF VALENCIA.
According to ancient custom, at one end of the THE BEGGARS AND THE BETROTHED.
room, was a raised dais, covered with a rich carpet, “'Tis a lovely night, Tovalito; see how brightly around which was a kind of low divan, whereon the stars are shining! Many a worse night than the women were seated, whilst at the other end this have I slept beneath their canopy, with no- the men stood in groups conversing with each other. thing but my cloak for a covering; and I will “ What a grand sight it is, Tovalito, to see all venture to say that I slept as well, if not better, those grandees of Valencia dressed in their rich than many of those grand signors now assembled brocades and hereditary jewels,” said Paco Ro. in yonder mansion ever slept on their downy beds; sales, " though I can't say that I admire all that and, please God, I will make my couch this powder they wear in their hair; nor that stiff blessed night upon this green turf, with the sod ruff the men wear round tbeir necks, such as we for my pillow, and the heaven's for my roof," see in the pictures of Philip the Fourth.” said Paco Rosales, stretching himself on the
In the midst of these observations, a new arrival sward in front of a large mansion, situated near in the ball room struck the two friends dumb with Valencia, the ancient city of the Cid, in the midst surprise and admiration. A young girl, apparently of its own gardens, which were watered by the not more than sixteen, entered leaning upon a fine Guadalquiver, whilst another mendicant, who had tall handsome cavalier. As they advanced up the lost his right arm, and was also blind of one eye, room, the eyes of the whole assembly were distood looking through the windows of the brilliantly rected towards them, whilst exclamations of wonder illuminated hall of the mansion.
and admiration greeted them on every side. "I am here for the whole night,” repeated Evidently abashed by the sensation which her apPaco Rosales, as he drew his tattered cloak around pearance created, the young girl timidly shrunk his shoulders. “It cheers me to hear the sound back, and would have quitted her partner's side, of the flutes, and the tinkling of the violas. Be. if he, having taken her hand, had not immediately sides, I like to watch all those great lords and fine led her to the dance, where soon her slight form ladies going in and coming out, and who knows was seen moving in graceful undulations through but we may chance to pick up a handful or two the mazes of the fantastical bolero. of reals. I did hear this morning, at the door of creature, so remarkable for her beauty, was also Notre Dame de los Desemparados, that the Signor distinguished by the simple elegance of her attire. Don Antonio de Guevara, in celebration of his Completely robed in white, she wore no ornament marriage, had given alms to be distributed among in her hair, which, drawn back from her round fair the poor of Valencia. May God reward him for forehead, fell in jetty ringlets over her ivory his charity. Come this way, Tovalito.”
shoulders. A single row of costly diamonds, "Not I,” said the other mendicant, “I can however, encircled her throat. The cavalier with see what's going on much better where I am.” whom she was dancing, and who appeared to
"But I see a still better place. Come, follow watch her with a jealous anxiety, was a youug me,” urged Paco Rosales, as he crept stealthily man of high family and great military renown. along a quickset hedge, which enclosed the garden, He was also wealtby, and the heir of vast estates in search of a door that opened on the terrace ; in Portugal. Doubtless many a young girl envied but finding it locked, he clambered over the hedge Donpa Theresa her good fortune in having so fine into the garden, closely followed by his companion. and brave a youth as Antonio de Guevara for lier They then concealed themselves in a thicket, em. future husband. bowered by vines and Spanish jessamines, which “My stars !” said Tovalito, opening his one formed the inner enclosure of the terrace. The eye still wider than before, “my stars, what magvindows of the ball-room, which was on the ground nificence, what grandeur, what wealth there is in floor, opening on this side, and the Venetiau that room, and what beautiful ladies! Why they blinds being raised, enabled the two mendicants to have as many jewels round their necks as would see distinctly into the saloon, the walls of which buy up all Valencia, and make the fortunes besides were budg with green garlands and coloured of two such poor creatures as thou and I. Aye, lamps of every hue, whilst suspended from the and as would tempt many an honest fellow as good centre of the ceiling shone a dazzling lustre, a Christian as ourselves.” blazing with the light of an hundred highly “Hold thy tongue,"' Tovalito, gravely interrupted scented wax tapers.
Paco Rosales, "covetoysness is a useless sin. We
should look at the property of others without daughters being unprovided for, their mother, a stretching out our hands, except for what they proud ambitious woman, sooner than they should give us. Dost thou see Donna Theresa ?- she marry beneath their rank, resolved that they should who is dancing with the tall cavalier dressed in take the veil. The two eldest of these entered black velvet, with the diamond egret in his the Benedictine convent. Donna Theresa, the hat."
youngest of the sisters, was to have been provided “Yes, he looks like a crow leading a white for in the same manner; but when she attained dove," answered Tovalito.
her fifteenth year, every one who saw ber said — Thy comparison only holds good with regard • Donna Theresa is so very beautiful that the to his dress; for he is the handsomest youth in widow Vasconcellos will not be under the necessity Valencia,” replied Paco. “But how pale she of providing for her in a nunnery; the signors looks!" added he; “her partner must be Don will be too glad to marry her portionless as she Guevara, her affianced husband; I do not know is.' She always came to prayers with her mother him. Yet, now that I look at him, I think I have at the Notre Dame de los Desemparados. At that seen him before.”
time I stood near the door on the third step to“At the door of Notre Dame de los Desempara. wards the left; we had held that place from father dos ?" asked Tovalito.
to son without ever having given cause of offence “The very place,” replied Paco, with a mysteri- or complaint, I can say that. When Donna ous look ; "and for that reason I came here to see Beatrice and her daughter arrived, I never failed to the bridal party. I can tell thee now, that it was take off my hat, and say in a respectful tone, not for him the Donna Theresa made such long Noble descendants of the Cid, charity, in the prayers every morning at the church of Notre name of God! It flattered the old lady's pride Dame."
to be thus addressed, and she invariably gave me “Ah! and who told thee that, friend Paco ?” something, and Donna Theresa, putting aside her asked the blind mendicant.
veil, would drop a maraveda into my bat. Some“ Never mind, comrade, we respectable beggars times she would say to me in her low, sweet voice, who frequent the doors of churches see a great deal 'God help thee, my poor man ! say a prayer for which we never talk about.”
me at Notre Dame de las Nieves.' And I did “Good!" said the other mendicant, as he pray, Tovalito, that He would bless the young girl, crossed his only remaining arm over his breast, and grant her a good husband, instead of shutting and closed his one eye with a look of beatitude. her up between four walls. And I am not sure “I am going to repose myself; and as no one will that He has not heard my prayer ; for thou seest come here to disturb us, thou shalt relate me a that she has found a fine one, young, brave, and story—a tale of love."
rich! Many's the serenade she has had under her window when the old lady was a-bed. I know of four handsome cavaliers who were in love with
Donna Theresa, who used to follow her to Notre CHAPTER II.
Dame de los Desemparados, and wait for her out
side. But she never looked at one of them, and “Friend Tovalito," said Paco Rosales, much in kept herself closely veiled. I know of another, the same manner as the Sultaness Scheherazade however, at whom she did look. He was the most commenced her fine stories, “if I were to relate persevering of all her admirers.
At first she to thee all the love tales that I know, we should treated him with the same cold indifference she have enough for every night of our lives, but this did the others; but one morning this fine, aristoone that I am going to tell thee, although not less cratic-looking Signor, whose name I do not know interesting and curious, will not last till the dawn. — for he was a stranger in Valencia--came up to Now, since we have abundance of time before us, me: Thou art acquainted with the beautiful I must first tell thee the genealogy of the Vascon- young lady who goes to church at Notre Dame. cellos, which many carry back to the time of the Wilt thou give her this note, aud take this for thy Cid Campeador's, but we are not at all agreed trouble ?' said he, putting a note and a doubloon upon that, nor does it prevent us, when we ask into my hand. He spoke so politely, and yet with charity from the family, from saying: 'For the so much authority that I could not refuse." name of God! have pity upon a poor Christian, * Aye, friend Paco, there is certainly an irrenoble descendant of the Cid.' It was thus that I sistible authority in a doubloon!" interrupted always asked alms of Don Diego, a good old Sig. Tovalito. nor, who came to the Church of Notre Dame de “But I was greatly embarassed,” continued los Desemparados, and to which I owe many a Paco, without noticing this sarcastic observation, handful of reals. It is now about ten years since “for I knew not who the Signor was, nor did I the worthy old man died, leaving behind him a know in what manner to accost Donna Theresa, widow and four daughters, who are still quite However, I took my usual station on the third young. He did not leave much property to his step of Notre Dame, put the paper into my hat, wife, and that being a small entailed estate, goes and the doubloon into my pocket
, and awaited to the eldest daughter; so that the three youngest patiently the arrival of the two ladies. I was not
THE STRANGE LOVER.
there long when they made their appearance. Dost, which was light, was cut to a point, and thus disthou know, Tovalito, that there is a natural cun. played the perfect oval of his fine face. A large ning in all women, that would deceive and throw wide-brimmed hat slouched over his eyes, and fell any man off his guard? Would'st thou believe behind over the collar of the ample cloak which it; when Donna Theresa was passing me on her concealed the rest of his person. “Here,” said way out of church, she slipped her hand very he, throwing a doubloon into Paco Rosales' hat, quietly, without even looking at me, into my bat, which always occupied a prominent position, even and took out the note, leaving in its stead a hand. / when the owner himself stood modestly backful of reals! The strange cavalier, who was " would'st thou be clever and daring enough to standing a step below me, had no occasion to ask deliver this note"-holding one up—" to its if I had performed his commission, for he saw the address ?" transaction. A moment afterwards he walked Paco who was quite stupid by the sudden and away after the ladies. I saw no more of him for unexpected appearance of the strauger, made him several days after that, till one day that Donna no reply, but took the note mechanically, and put. Beatrice bad gone to pay her eldest daughter the ting it into bis hat, left the thicket where he Countess de Vasconcellos, a visit at Orihuela. I and his companion had lain concealed from obser. was in my usual place when Donna Theresa came vation. with her duenna to morning prayers, and immediately following her was the young cavalier who had given me the letter ten days before. From
CHAPTER III. that day he came regularly to the morning service,
THE MYSTERIOUS LETTER. but he gave me no more epistles. Three weeks They were still dancing in the ball-room; twenty afterwards the Dowager Countess de Vasconcellos couples with their light castanetes marked the returned to Valencia, and I again lost sight of time of the lively and graceful bolero, whilst the Donna Theresa's lover. The first Sunday after her windows, in the obscurity of the night, formed return, the old lady was more profuse than usual two vast illumined frames, in which these tableux in her charity, and said to me as she passed me on vituns came and disappeared, like the changing her way from church, On Thursday morning views of the diorama. As Paco drew nearer to after Pentecost, I give bread and wine to the the front of the house, he could distinguish the poor ; come and take thy part of it'”
form of Donna Theresa, as she leant pensively “It was to-day," interrupted Tovalito.
over the balcony, apart from the busy crowd "I know it; but I did not choose to put my- | within. Don Guevara was standing by her side, self out for such a trifle. Donna Theresa kept and she appeared to listen to the words he ad. ber veil down, so that I did not see her face, but dressed to her with a calm and mild attention ; I knew by the sound of her voice that she was but a closer observer might have seen her lip weeping : 'Pray to God for me, good Paco,' said quiver, her cheek grow pale, and her fair young she, putting some money into my hat. That fol- brow slightly contract with the pain of suppressed lowing Sunday, when the prayers were over, the emotion; whilst the flowers which she held in reverend father Marco published the banns of mar- her hand trembled and shook, although there was riage between Donna Theresa de Vasconcellos, and not a breath of air sufficient to agitate or set them Signor Don Antonio de Guevara, and the report in motion. was immediately spread that alms were to be dis. Without, all was still and silent; the terrace, tributed at the church door, to the poor, in the which was but faintly and partially illuminated by name of Don Guevara, who is a stranger here, and the reflection of the lights from the ballroom, was a native of Seville. I, of course, thought that mostly in the shade, and the garden beyond it was Signor Antonio and the stranger who had been so in the deepest obscurity; for dark clouds covered liberal of his notes and doubloons was the same the sky and mingled the horizon with the deep person. Being, therefore, curious to see the bride blue of the distant sea. Theresa gazed in a silent and bridegroom, I strung my wallet over my and melancholy abstraction upon the gloomy landshoulder, and came hither this evening as thou scape before her, which, from its dark and low'ring knowest. But instead of seeing, as I expected, aspect, seemed to sympathise with the troubled the gallant who was so generous to me, I see a thoughts of the young girl. man whose face I cannot recognise. By the hairs At this moment a light breeze sprung up, and of my head! he is no more like Donna Theresa's shook the branches of the orange trees, and bent lover, than thou art, with thy blind eye, and one the heads of two palms, which grew so near the arm, Tovalito! No, no! it is not he whom the house that their foliage completely shaded that end beautiful bride loves; and yet she will be married of the balcony occupied by the Spanish maiden to him to-morrow by the dignitary the Canon don and her intended lord. The sound evidently Ignacio de Vasconcellos, her uncle."
awakened some association in her mind that pained "Perhaps not !" interrupted a voice that made and distressed her, for she started, sighed deeply, the two mendicants start to their feet. A tall man and turned uneasily aside. stood before them; his form was commanding, his “I fear thou art indisposed, my love," whisfeatures were regular and handsome, his beard, pered Don Antonio in a tone of tender solicitude.