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The professional Verdict. Mr. Whelp was confounded at this professional judgment, the magisdecree: and as the readiest means of tracy thought fit to impose silence obtaining a revision of it, he sent in upon their own senses which reto the next sitting of the bench a turned a very opposite award : and copy of the bust which had pre- thus it happened that the former deviously been omitted. As bad luck cision was affirmed. Now certainly would have it however, there hap- Mr. Whelp had his remedy: he pened on this occasion to be present might appeal from the magistrate's an artist who had a rancorous enmity sentence. But this he declined.both to Mr.Whelp and to the modeler “No, no," said he, “ Į know what of the bust. This person, being I'm about: I shall want the magis asked his opinion, declared without trate once more; and I mustn't scruple that the bust was as wretch- offend him. I will appeal to publie ed a portrait as it was lamentable in opinion: that shall decide between its pretensions as a work of art; and me and the old rogue of a merchant." that his youngest pupil would not And precisely in this way it was have had the audacity to produce so brought about that the late stampinfamous a performance unless he distributor Goodchild came to stand had an express wish to be turned exposed to the public view in the neck and heels out of his house. centre window of the china-manu
Upon this award of the conscien- factory. tious artist,-out of regard to his
The Sinecurist. At the corner of this china-manu- that young and old had unanimously factory a beggar had his daily sta- pronounced the bust a most admition,—which, except for his youth, rable likeness of the late stamp-diswhich was now and then thrown in tributor Goodchild. This report was his teeth, was indeed a right pleasant regularly brought for eight days: on sinecure. To this man Mr. Whelp the eighth Mr. Whelp was satisfied, promised a handsome present if he and paid off his commissioner, the would repeat to him in the evening beggar. what the passers-by had said of the The next morning Mr. Whelp prebust in the day-time. Accordingly sented himself at Mr. Goodchild's at night the beggar brought him the to report the public approbation of true and comfortable intelligence his brother's bust.
The young Visionary. But here there was sad commotion. and, when he pretended to be reading Mr. Goodchild was ill: and his ill. the pandects at his window, too often ness arose from a little history which it must be acknowledged) his eyes must here be introduced by way of were settled all the while upon Ida's episode. --Mr. Goodchild had an blooming face. The glances of these only daughter named Ida. Now eyes did certainly canse some deMiss Ida had begun, like other young rangement occasionally in Ida's sew. ladies of her age, to think of mar. ing and netting. What if they did ? riage: nature had put it into her Let her drop as many stitches as she head to consider all at once that she would, the next day was long enough was seventeen years of age. And it to take them up again. sometimes occurred to her that Mr. This young man then was clearly Tempest the young barrister, who pointed out by Providence as the occupied the first floor over the way, partner of her future life. Ah! that was just the very man she would like her father would think so too ! But in the character of lover. Thoughts he called him always the young of the same tendency appeared to visionary. And whenever she took have occurred also to Mr. Tempest: a critical review of all their opposite Ida seemed to him remarkably well neighbours, and fell as if by accifitted to play the part of a wife; dent upon the domestic habits, re
spectable practice, and other favour- judices on the " golden age” of Gerable points about Mr. Tempest, her man poetry, to which Mr. Goodchild father never failed to close the con- was much attached, and on which he versation by saying,~"Aye, but he's could bear no opposition. Secondly a mere young visionary." And why, and chiefly, because at the same Mr. Goodchild? Simply for these time he had unfortunately talked of two reasons: first, because once at the King of Hayti as a true crowned a party where they had met, Mr. head—a monarch whom Mr. GoodTempest had happened to say a few child was determined never to ac-' words very displeasing to his pre- knowledge.
CHAPTER VII. At last Ida and Mr. Tempest had Mr. Tempest was not much decome to form a regular correspond- lighted on observing that Mr. Goodence together in the following way. child did not receive this remark very The young advocate had conducted propitiously but looked still gloomier a commerce of looks with the lovely than before. The fact was that the girl for a long time and hardly manager constantly attended all Mr. knowing how it began: he had sa- Goodchild's literary parties, professed tisfied himself that she looked like an great deference for his opinions, and angel: and he grew very anxious to m return pronounced by Mr. know whether she also talked like Gondchild a man of “ exceedingly
To ascertain this point, he good taste and accurate judgment. followed her many a time and up His first shot, Mr. Tempest saw and down many a street: and he clearly, had missed fire; and he bore patiently for her sake all the would have been very glad to have angry looks of his clients, which had it back again: for he was thrown seemed to say that he would do more into a hideous fright when he saw wisely to stay at home and study the deep darkness which was gathertheir causes than to roam about in ing on Mr. Goodchild's face. Meanchace of a pretty girl. Mr. Tempest time, it was some little support to differed from his clients on this mate him under his panic--that in returne. ter: suits at law, said he, have ing the play-bill to Ida, he had venlearned to wait: they are used to it: tured to press her hand, and fancied but hearts have not learned to wait, (but it could only be fancy) that she and never will be used to it. How- slightly returned the pressure. His ever all was in vain. Ida was at- enemy, whose thunder now began to tended constantly, either by her break, insisted on giving an inport-, father, or by an old governess: and ance to his remark which the unforin either case his scheme was knocked tunate young man himself had never on the head.
contemplated-having meant it only At length chance did for him more as an introduction to further converthan he could ever do for himself, sation, and not at all valuing himself and placed him one night at her el- upon it. “A pity! my good Sir?” bow in the theatre. True it was said Mr. Goodchild: «
Why so, my that her father, whose dislike to him 'good Sir? On the contrary, my good ever since his fatal acknowledgment Sir, on the contrary, I believe it is. of the king of Hayti he had not pretty generally admitted that there failed to remark, sate on the other iş no part whatsoever in which this side of her: but the devil is in it, manager fails to outshine all compethought he, if I cannot steal a march titors. on him the whole night through. As Very true, Sir: as you observe, the overture to his scheme therefore Sir, he outshines all his competitors: he asked in the most respectful man and in fact that was just the very ner for the play-bill which Ida held remark I wished to make.” in her hand. On returning it, he said “It was, was it? Well then, upon -what a pity that the vanity of the my word, my good Sir, you took amanager
should disturb so many ex rery odd way to express it. The cellent parts: the part allotted to fact is young and visionary, people himself would have been far better of this day, are very rash in their played by several others in the com- judgments. But it is not to be suppany.
posed that so admirable a performer
as this can be at all injured by such any body had witnessed the ability. light and capricious opinions." with which he had taken down the
Mr. Tempest was confounded by conceit of the young rattle-brain. this utter discomfiture of his inau However Mr. Tempest was not gural effort, and sank dejected into 80 utterly dejected but he consoled silence. But his victorious foe looked himself with thinking that every dog abroad in all directions with a has his day: his turn would come : smiling and triumphant expression and he might yet perhaps succeed on his face as if asking whether in laying the old dragon asleep.
CHAPTER VIII. With a view to do this as soon as he found the whole condition of possible, at the end of the first act things changed. His faithless repre"he begged a friend who stood next to sentative met him with an apology him to take his place by the side of at the very door. The fact was, Ida for a few minutes, and then that, seeing a pretty young lady hastened out. Under one of the standing close by him, the devil of lamps on the outside of the theatre, gallantry had led him to cede to her he took out from his pocket the en use in perpetuity what had been velope of a letter he had lately re committed to his own care in trust ceived, and with a pencil wrote only for a few moments. Nor was upon it a formal declaration of love. this all : for the lady being much adHis project was to ask Ida a second mired and followed, and (like comets time for the play-bill, and on re or highland chieftains) having her turning it to crush up the little note
on for this night, there was and put both together into her hand. no possibility of reaching the neighBut lord ! how the wisest schemes bourhood of Ida for the pressure of are baffled ! On returning to the pit, the lady's tail of followers.
CHAPTER IX. In his whole life had Mr. Tempest then disappeared in company with never witnessed a more stupid pere her father. Two minutes after he formance, worse actors, or more dis- had himself reached the door; but, gusting people about him than during looking round, he exclaimed pretty the time that he was separated from loudly—“Ah, good lord! it's of no Ida. With the eye of an experienced use;" and then through the moontactician, he had calculated to a hair light and the crowd of people he the course he must steer on the ter- shot like an arrow-leaving them all mination of the play to rejoin the to wonder what madness had seized object of his anxious regard. But the young advocate who was usually alas! when the curtain dropped, he so rational and composed. How found his road quite blocked
No ever he overtook the object of his remedy was left but to press right on pursuit in the street in which he and without respect of persons. But lived. For, upon his turning rapidly he gained nothing by the indefati- round the comer, Mr. Goodchild gable labour of his elbows except a alarmed at his noise and his speed; great number of scowling looks. His turned round upon him suddenly, attention was just called to this, and said, “ Is this a man, or å when Ida who had now reached the horse ?" door looked back for a moment and
“ Mr. Goodchila !” began . the Here Mr. Tempest stopped to conbreathless barrister, “ I am very gratulate himself upon the triummuch indebted to you."
phant expression which the moon“ Hem !” said the other in a way light revealed upon the face of his which seemed to express" What antagonist. On this triumph, if his now, my good Sir ?"
plans succeeded, he meant to build a “ You have this evening directed triumph of his own. my attention to the eminent quali “ Aye, aye: what then you've fications of our manager. Most as come to reason at last, my good suredly, you were in the right: he Sir?” played the part divinely."
“ Your judgment and penetration,
Mr. Goodchild, I am bound at all that man who played the lover: times to bow to as far superior to my surely
he played divinely.". own.”
“ Divinely! divine stick! what During this compliment_to the that wretched, stammering, wooden merchant's penetration, Mr. Tempest booby? Why he would have been gently touched the hand of Ida with hissed off the stage, if it hadn't been his pencil note: the hand opened, well known that he was a stranger and like an oyster closed upon it in hired to walk through the part for an instant. In which scene, Mr. that night.”
Tempest,” said the merchant, “ is Mr. Tempest, seeing that the more it your opinion that the manager ac- he said the deeper he plunged into quitted himself best?”
the mud, held it advisable to be sia “ In which scene !” Here was a lent. On the other hand, Mr. Gooddelightful question! The advocate child began to be ashamed of his tri. had attended so exclusively to Ida, umph over what he had supposed the that whether there were any scenes lawyer's prejudices. He took his ‘at all in the whole performance was leave therefore in these words: more than he could pretend to say: “ Good night, Mr. Tempest; and, and now he was to endure a critical for the future, my good Sir, do not examination on the merits of each judge so precipitately as you did on scene in particular. He was in dire- that occasion when you compliful perplexity. Considering how- mented a black fellow with the title ever that in most plays there is of king, and called St. Domingo by some love, and therefore some love the absurd name of Hayti. Some scenes, he dashed at it and boldly little consideration and discretion go said—“In that scene, I think, where to every sound opinion.” he makes the declaration of love." So saying, the old dragon walked
“ Declaration of love! why, God off with his treasure-and left the bless my soul! in the whole part advocate with his ears still tingling from the beginning to end there from his mortifications. is nothing like a declaration of “ Just to see the young people of love."
this day!” said Mr. Goodchild, « Oh confound your accuracy, you “ what presumption and what ignoold fiend !” thought Mr. Tempest to rance !” The whole evening through himself: but aloud he said -- No he continued to return to this theme ; declaration of love, do you say?-Is and during supper nearly choaked it possible? Why, then, I suppose I himself in an ebullition of fiery zeal must have mistaken for the manager upon this favourite topic.
The Letter-bot. To her father's everlasting ques.
Meantime Ida's looks were untion—"Am not I in the right, then?” ceasingly directed to her neck handIda replied in a sort of pantomime kerchief: the reason of which was which was intended to represent this. In order on the one hand to “ Yes.” This was her outward yes: have the love-letter as near as posbut in her heart she was thinking of sible to her heart, and on the other no other yes than that which she to be assured that it was in safe cus might one day be called on to pro- tody, she had converted the beautiful nounce at the altar by the side of white drapery of her bosom into a Mr. Tempest. And therefore at letter case; and she felt continually length, when the eternal question urged to see whether the systole and came round again, she nodded in a diastole which went on in other imway which rather seemed to say, portant contents of this letter-case, “Oh! dear Sir, you are in the right might not by chance expose it to for any thing I have to say against view. The letter asked for an anit”-than any thing like a downright swer; and late as it was, when all yes. On which Mr. Goodchild quitted the house were in bed, Ida set about one favourite theme for another more On the following morning this immediately necessary: viz. the answer was conveyed to its destinalukewarmness of young people to- tion by the man who delivered the wards good counsel and sound doc- newspapers to her father and Mr. trine.
From this day forward there came obliged to resort to the help of her 80 many letters to Miss Goodchild by writing-desk, which so long as her the new established post that the father had no suspicions—was fully beautiful letter-case was no longer sufficient. able to contain them. She was now
CHAPTER XII. The paper intercourse now began family that could any ways affect to appear too little to Mr. Tempest. their correspondence: on this occaFor what can be dispatched in a mo- sion however she had given no hint ment by word of mouth, would often of any thing extraordinary approachlinger unaccomplished for a thousand ing. Yet the preparations and the years when conducted in writing. bustle indicated something very exTrue it was that a great deal of im- traordinary. Mr. Tempest's heart portant business had already been began to beat violently. What was dispatched by the letters. For in- he to think? Great fêtes, in a house stance Mr. Tempest had through where there is an only daughter, this channel assured himself that Ida usually have some reference to her. was willing to be his for ever. Yet “ Go, Tyrrel,” said he to his clerk, even this was not enough. The con go
and make inquiries (but cautract had been made, but not sealed tiously you understand and in a lawupon the rosy lips of Ida.,
yer-like manner) as to the nature and This seemed monstrous to Mr. tendency of these arrangements." Tempest. “ Grant me patience!" Tyrrel came back with the following said he to himself, “ Grant me pa- report: Mr. Goodchild had issued tience, when I think of the many cards for a very great party on that disgusting old relations, great raw- evening; all the seniors were invited boned absurd fellows with dusty to tea; and almost all the young snuff-powdered beards, that have re- people of condition throughout the veled in that lip-paradise, hardly town to a masqued ball at night. knowing-old withered wretches !-- The suddenness of the invitations, what they were about, or what a and the consequent hurry of the arblessing was conferred upon them; rangements, arose in this way: a whilst 1-yes, I that am destined to rich relative who lived in the councall her my bride one of these days, try had formed a plan for coming by am obliged to content myself with surprise with his whole family upon payments of mere paper money." Mr. Goodchild. But Mr. Goodchild
This seemed shocking; and in- had accidentally received a hint of deed, considering the terms on which his intention by some side-wind; he now stood with Ida, Mr. Tem- and had determined to turn the tapest could scarcely believe it himself. bles on his rich relation by surHe paced up and down his study in prising him with a masquerade. anger, flinging glances at every turn “Oh! Heavens ! what barbarity!" upon the opposite house which con said Mr. Tempest, as towards eventained his treasure. All at once he ing he saw from his windows young stopped : “ What's all this?” said and old trooping to the fête. “What he, on observing Mr. Goodchild's ser- barbarity! There's hardly a scounvants lighting up the chandeliers in drel in the place but is asked: and I, the great saloon : " what's in the –1, John Tempest, that am to marry wind now?” And immediately he the jewel of the house, must be conwent to his writing table for Ida's tent to witness the preparations and last letter : for Ida sometimes com to hear the sound of their festivities municated any little events in the from the solitude of my den.”
Questions and Commands. As night drew on, more and more melancholy countevance of the kindcompany continued to pour in. The hearted girl as she stood at the cenwindows being very bright, and the tre window and looked over at him. curtains not drawn, no motion of the This melancholy countenance and party could escape our advocate. these looks directed at himself were What pleased him, better than all occasioned, as he soon became aware, the splendour which he saw, was the by a proposal which had been made