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"<strong>THE</strong> STOEY OF OUR LIVES FEOM TEAB TO TEAE."—SHiKiispsAim.<br />

<strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> <strong>YEAE</strong> <strong>EOUND</strong>.<br />

A WEEKLY JOURNAL.<br />

CONDUCTED BY CHARLES DICKENS.<br />

WITH WHICH IS INCOKPOEATED HOUSEHOLD WOEDS.<br />

X"' 42.] SATVTRDAI, FEBRUAIIT 11, 1860. [PEICE 2*<br />

<strong>THE</strong> WOMAN IN WHITE.<br />

MISS HALCOMBE'S SABEATIVE COSTimfED.<br />

• • * « «<br />

Blockwater Park, Bampshirp.<br />

JuiTE 37.—Six months to look back on—six<br />

iicr, lonely months, since Laura and I last saw<br />

• h other!<br />

How many days have I still to wait? Onlv<br />

• ! To-morrow, the twenty-eighth, the travel-<br />

• return to England. I con hardly realise my<br />

1! happiness; I can hardly believe that tbe<br />

\t four-and-twenty hours will complete the<br />

~t day of separation between Laura and me.<br />

•^Iie and her husband liave been in Italy all<br />

le winter, and afterwards iu tbe Tyrol. They<br />

rnie back, accompanied by Count Fosco and<br />

wife, who propose to settle somewhere in tbe<br />

gbbourhood of London, and who have engaged<br />

stayat Black water Park forthe summer mouths<br />

Tore deciding on a place of residence. So long<br />

iaura returns, no matter who returns with<br />

Sir Percival may fill the house from floor<br />

:ceiling, if he likes, on condition that his wife<br />

I inhabit it together.<br />

'canwhile, here I am, established at Black-<br />

Park ; " the ancient and interesting seat"<br />

the county history obligingly mforms me)<br />

& Sir Percival Glyde, Bart."—and tbe future<br />

*iing-place (as I may now venture to add, on<br />

own account) of plain Marian Halcombe,<br />

iter, now settled in a snug Uttle sitting-room,<br />

a cup of tea by her side, and all her earthly<br />

ions ranged round her in tbree boxes and<br />

"1 left Limmeridge yesterday; having received<br />

Laura's deliclitful letter from Paris, the day<br />

before. I had been previously uncertain whether<br />

I was to meet them in London, or in Hampshire;<br />

but thia Ust letter informed me, that Sir Percival<br />

proposed to land at Southampton, and to<br />

travel straight on to his country-house. He has<br />

apcnt so much money abroad, tbat he has none<br />

left to defray tbe expenses of living in London,<br />

for the remainder of the season; and he is<br />

economically resolved to pass tbe summer and<br />

UitumQ quietly at Blackwater. Laura has had<br />

Diore than enough of excitement and change of<br />

ocenG; and is pleased at the prospect of country<br />

tranquillity and retirement which her husband's<br />

prudence provides for ber. As for me, I am<br />

ready to be happy anywhere in her society. We<br />

y^ ~ L ^<br />

are all, therefore, well contented in onr various<br />

ways, to berin with.<br />

Last night, I slept iu London, and was delayed<br />

there so long, to-day, by various eaUs and<br />

commissions, that I did not reach Blackwoter,<br />

this evening, till after dusk.<br />

Judging by my vague impressions of the place,<br />

thus far, it is the exact opposite of Limmeridge.<br />

The honse is situated on a dead flat, and seems<br />

to be shut in—almost suff'ocated, to my northconntry<br />

notions—by trees. I have seen nobody,<br />

but the man-servant who opened the door to me,<br />

and the housekeeper, a very civil person who<br />

showed nie the way to my own room, and got<br />

me my tea. I have a mce little boudoir and<br />

bedroom, at tbe end of a long passage ou the<br />

flrst floor. Tbe servants' and some of the spare<br />

rooms are ou the second floor; and all the living<br />

rooms are on the ground floor. I have not seen<br />

one of them yet, and I kuow nothmg about the<br />

house, except tbat one wing of it is said to be<br />

Ave hundred vears old, that it had a moat round<br />

it once, and that it gets its name of Blackwater<br />

from a lake in the pork.<br />

Eleven o'clock has just stmck, in a ghostly<br />

and solemn manner, from a turret over the<br />

centre of the house, which I saw when I came<br />

in, A large dog has been woke, apparently by<br />

tbe sound ot the bell, and is howling and yawning<br />

drearily, somewhere round a corner. 1 hear<br />

echoing footsteps in the passages below, and the<br />

iron thumping of bolts and bars at the house<br />

door. The servants are evidently going to bed.<br />

Shdl I follow their example F<br />

No: I am not half sleepy enough. Sleepy,<br />

did I say P I feel as if I should never close my<br />

eyes again. The bare anticipation of seeing that<br />

dear mce and hearing that well-known voice<br />

to-morrow, keeps me in a perpetual fever of<br />

excitement. If I only had the privileges of a<br />

man, I would order out Sir Percival's best horse<br />

instantly, and tear awajr on a night-gallop, eastward,<br />

to meet the rising sun—a long, hard,<br />

heavy, ceaseless gallop of hours and hours, like<br />

the famous highwayman's ride to York. Being,<br />

however, nothing but a woman, condemned to<br />

patience, propriety, and petticoats, for life, I<br />

must respect the housekeeper's opinions, and try<br />

to compose myself in some feeble and feminine<br />

way.<br />

Reading is out of the question—I can't fix<br />

my attention on books. Let me trr if X can<br />

write myself into sleepiness and fatigue. My


35S [FrinU7.1l,lMig. AIiL XaE lEAE ROUND.<br />

ioonud has been very mnch nM^eeted of Inte. no injufitiee if I describe bim as bi-iii" m^i<br />

!wh«t can Xrecol—standing,jts 1 now do, on the ably relieved, by. haviug the houT<br />

threilioU of a icn Ijfe—of jpcrsoni and events, women. '9ie> iiila of liis milsiii:.'<br />

of oWiqrey aud dusgai,; ituing tliip |nst six sinpljr vropotfeaDus—he asai t-i<br />

months—the long, weatj, empty interval since pass, in Die old times, without att> h<br />

Laura's wedding day P<br />

nei>*Hkad,. in my case and Mrs. V'leave<br />

to consider his telling na boili <<br />

Walter Hartright iaiq>|»ni>f«i iaaag wamacy. haKhejnit-b»fcea«t:oiirdt^rture, to i" irjui-.i.<br />

and he passes first in the shadowy procession of lent to a confession that he was secretly rnnicnl<br />

my abmnt friends. 1 reoetved a low lines from to get rid of ns. His hist caprice \>n~ !


to iiiake all tbe arrangements for the journey.<br />

" Sir Percival" has settled that »e leave on auch<br />

a day; "Sir Percival" has decided that we<br />

travel by such a road. Sometimes she writes,<br />

"Percival" only, but very seldom—inniuecases<br />

out of ten, she gives him his title.<br />

1 cannot And that his habits and opinious have<br />

changed and coloured hers iu any single particular.<br />

The usnai moral trousformal ion which<br />

is-insensibly wrought in a young, fresh, sensitive<br />

woniau by hei- nianiiige, seems ucveir to hBfve<br />

takeu place in Laura. She writes of her own<br />

thoughts and impressions, mnid all the wonders<br />

gke bus soen, exactlv as-she might have written<br />

to some one else, if I had been travelling with<br />

faer instead of her liOBbcind. I see no bd;ra|fal<br />

anywhere, oi' sjinpathy of any kind csistuig<br />

bi;lwcen tliem. Even when she wanders from<br />

the subject of her travels, and occupies heraelf<br />

with the pn^jiects that await her iu England,<br />

Im speculations are busied with her future as.<br />

my sistor, aud persistency neglect to notice her<br />

fnture as Sii- Pereival's wife. In ail this, there<br />

is no undertone of comploiut, to warn me that:<br />

ahe is absolutely unhappy in her married life.<br />

Tlic impression I have aerived from our corre-<br />

>[»>iideJice does not, thank God, lead me tn«ny<br />

liitressiiig condusiou as that. I only see<br />

loE^or, au unchangeable indifference, when<br />

.a my mind from her in the old diaracter<br />

a sister, and look at her, through the medium<br />

"her letters, in the new character of a wife,<br />

otlier words, it is fdways Laura Fairlie who<br />

been writing to me for the lost si^c mouths,<br />

^never Lady Glyde.<br />

"le ati'onee slleuac which she maintains on<br />

itgtot of her husband's diaraeter and couple<br />

preserves with aimoet equal resolution<br />

6w referenees which her later letters eonithe<br />

nauiB of her husband's bosom friend,<br />

Fosco.<br />

For some unexplained reason, the Connt and<br />

his wife appear to h«ve changed their plans<br />

' K-, at the end of laet autinn», and to have<br />

lu Vienna, instead of going to Eome, at<br />

, hit-ter plaee Sir Pei-civnl bad eicpected to<br />

^..1'. iliem when he left England. They only<br />

quilted Vienna in the spring, and travelled as<br />

far as tbe Tyrol to meet tbe bride and bridegroom<br />

un their homeward journey. Laura<br />

writes readily enough about tbe meeting with<br />

Madame Poseo, and assures me that she has<br />

found horauiit so nnzoh changed for the better<br />

—so much quieterand'so much more*sensible.as<br />

a wife tliau she was as a single woman—that I<br />

^b!l hnnil', know her again wlien Isee ber^here,<br />

-uhject of Count Fosco (whointe-<br />

'••ly more than his wil'e), Laura is<br />

icunKpect and silent, ^e only<br />

;•."" ui;ii 11,' puzzles lier, and that she mU not<br />

tp|l me wlmt her imiu'ession of him is, until I<br />

have seen him, and formed my own-opinion first.<br />

Tbis, to my niiad, looks ill for the Count.<br />

Lnum has pi-cscrved, far more perfcctiy than<br />

most people do in later life, the child's subtle^<br />

Tiieiiliv of knowing a friend by instinct; and, If<br />

n^t in assumingthatherflisf. impression<br />

<strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> TEAH ROUKD. [FnWuByJI, IHO.J 359<br />

of Count Fosco has not been favourable, I, for<br />

one, am in some danger of doubting and distrusting<br />

that illBstrioiiB foreigner before I have so<br />

much as set eyes ou liim. But, patience,<br />

patience; this uncertainty, and many uncertainlies<br />

more, caunot last much longer. Tomorrow<br />

wiU sec all my doubts in a fair way of<br />

being cleared up, sooner or later.<br />

Tweive o'clocjc has struck; ami 1 have just<br />

tome baok to close these pi^ea, after looking out<br />

at my opeu mndow.<br />

It ia a still, Bulfa-y, moonless niglft. The<br />

stars are dull and few. The trees that shut out<br />

tbe view on all sides, look dimly bWk and solid<br />

in the distancp, like a great wall of rock. I hear<br />

the croaking of fr(^a, faint and far off; and the<br />

echoes of the gretit clock bell hum in the airless<br />

oalm, loi^ after the strokes hare ceased. I<br />

wonder how Blaci(mater' Ssak will look in the<br />

da^-timeP I don't altu^ther like'it by night.<br />

2Btli.—A dayof iDvestisatioaE and discoveries<br />

—amore interesting day, tor'manyTeasons, tlmn<br />

I had ventured to autictpate.<br />

I began my sight-seeing, of' course, with- the<br />

house.<br />

The main body of the bulling is of tbe time<br />

of t;hat hi^lyoverrated woman, Quern Elizabdii.<br />

On the ground floor, there are two bragely long<br />

gaHories, with low ceihugs, lying parallel with<br />

each other, and rendered additiounlly dark and<br />

dismal by hideous family portraits—every one of<br />

whieh I should like to burn. Tbe roomB ou the<br />

floor above the two giiUeries, are kept in toler^e<br />

repair, but are very seldom used. The<br />

civil housekeeper, who acted as my guide, offered<br />

to show me over tliem; but oousiderateiy<br />

added that she feared I should fiud them rather<br />

oirt of order. My respect for tbe integrity of.<br />

my own pettiooets and stockings, inflnitely exceeds<br />

my reepect for all the BUzabethau bedrooms<br />

in tbe kingdom ; so I positively declined<br />

exploring the upper regions of dust and dirt at<br />

the risk of soiling my nice clean eluvliea. The<br />

housekeeper said, " I am quite of your opinion,<br />

miss;" and appeared to think me the most<br />

sensible woman she bod met with for a long time<br />

past.<br />

So much, then, for the main building. Two<br />

wings are added, at either end of it. The<br />

half-ruined wing on the left (as you approach<br />

the house) was once a place of residence standing<br />

by itself, aad was built in the fourteenth<br />

century. One of Sir Percival's maternal ancestors—I<br />

don't remember, aud don't care, which<br />

—tacked on the main building, at right angles<br />

to it, in the aforesaid Queen Elizabeth's time.<br />

The housekeeper told me that lbe orchitectuiie<br />

of "the old wing," both outside and inside, waa<br />

considered remaricably fine by good judges. On<br />

further investigation, I discovered that good<br />

judges could ouly exercise their abilities ou Sir<br />

Poieival's piece of antiquity by previously diBmissing<br />

from their minds all fear of damp, darkness,<br />

and rats. Under these oinjnmstaoces, I<br />

unhesitatingly ackuowledaed myself to be no<br />

judge at all; and suggested that w^ sbuuhl treat


MO<br />

<strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> YEAR ROUND.<br />

"the old win^' precisely as we had previously<br />

treated tbe Eluabethan bedrooms. Once more,<br />

the houaekeeper said, " I am quite of your<br />

opinion, miss;" and ouce more sbe looked at<br />

me, with undisguised admiration of my extraordinary<br />

common sense.<br />

We went, next, to the wing on the right,<br />

which was built, by way of completing the wonderful<br />

architectural jumble at Blackwater Park,<br />

in the lime of Geoi^ the Second. This is the<br />

habitable part of the house, which haa been repaired<br />

and redecorated, inside, on Laura's<br />

account. My two rooms, and all the good bedrooms<br />

besides, are on the first fioor; and the<br />

basement eontaius a drawing-room, a dmingroom,<br />

a momiiig-room, a library, and a pretty<br />

little boudoir for Laura—all very nicely ornamented<br />

in tbe bright modem war, and all very<br />

elegantly furnished with the delightful modem<br />

luxuries. None of the rooms are anything like<br />

so large and airy as our rooms at Limmendgc;<br />

hut they all look pleasant to live in. I was<br />

terribly afraid, from what I had heard of Blackwater<br />

Park, of fatiguing antique chairs, aud<br />

dismal stained glass, aud musty, frouzy hangings,<br />

and all the barbarous lumber which people born<br />

without a sense of comfort accumulate about<br />

them, in defiance of all consideration due to the<br />

conveiueuce of tbeir friends. It is an inexpressible<br />

relief to find that the nineteenth century has<br />

invaded this strange future home of mine, and<br />

bas swept the dirty " good old times" out of tbe<br />

way of our daily life.<br />

I dawdled away the moming—part of the<br />

time in the rooms down stairs ; and part, out of<br />

doors, iu the great square which is formed by the<br />

three sides of the bouse, and by the lofty u-on<br />

railings and gates which protect it iu front. A<br />

large circular fishpond, with stone sides and an<br />

allegorical leaden monster in the middle, occupies<br />

the centre of the square. The pond itself<br />

IS full of gold aud sdver iisb, and is encircled by<br />

a broad belt of the softest turf I ever walked on.<br />

I loitered here, oo the shady side, pleasantly<br />

enougb, till lunobcon time ; and, after that, took<br />

my broad straw hat, and wandered out alone, iu<br />

the warm lovely sunlight, to explore the grouuds.<br />

Daylight confirmed the impression which I<br />

bad felt the nigbt before, of there being too<br />

many trees at Blackwater. The house is stifled<br />

hy them. Tbcy are, for the most part, young,<br />

and planted far too thickly. I suspect there<br />

must have been a nimous cutting down of<br />

timber, aE over the estate, before Sir Percival's<br />

time, and an angry anxiety, on tbe part of Ihe<br />

next possessor, to fill up all the ^ps as thickly<br />

sud rapidly as possible" After looking about<br />

me, m front of the honse, I observed a flowergarden<br />

on my left hand, aud walked towarda it,<br />

to see what I could discover in that direction.<br />

On a nearer view, the garden proved to be<br />

small and poor and ill-ke|)t. I left it behind<br />

me, opened a little gate in a ring fence, and<br />

found myself in a plantation of fir-trees. A<br />

pretty, winding path, artificially made, led me<br />

on among the trees; aud my north-country experience<br />

soou informed me that I was approach­<br />

77'<br />

ing sandy, heathy ground. After a wuli<br />

more thiui half a mue, I should think, &ath took a sharp tum; the '<br />

abruptly ceased to appear on eilhci" side uf<br />

and I fonnd myselt standing sudiii:<br />

margin of a vast open space, and )<<br />

at the Blackwater lake from whicii<br />

takes its name.<br />

The ground, shelving away below me, WUBII I<br />

sand, with a few little heathy hillocks tn hrmk<br />

tbe monotony of it in certain place? T'- • '<br />

itself had evidentW once flowed to '•'<br />

which I stood, and had been grailit<br />

and dried up to less than a third i^t<br />

size. I saw its still, stagnant wate:<br />

of a mile away from me in thehollu.<br />

into pools and ponds, by twininj.<br />

rushes, aud little knolls of eanli<br />

farther bank from ine, the trees iagain,<br />

and shut out the view, aiul<br />

black shadows on the sluggish, sh^'.'<br />

As I walked down to the lake, I .'^•..<br />

ground on its farther side was<br />

marshy, overgrown with rank grass ,<br />

willows. The water, which was clt:<br />

on the opeu sandy side, wheiv<br />

shone, looked black and poisonru<br />

to me, where it lay deeper under<br />

of the spongy bonks and the rank i'\<br />

thickets and tangled trees. The I:<br />

croaking, mid the rats were elifipiug<br />

of the shadowy water, like Uve sh-.ul<br />

selves, as I got nearer to the inars)i> ..<br />

lake. I saw here, lying half in ancl iiuii nw<br />

tbe water, the rotten wreck of an old overturn<br />

boat, with a sickly spot of sunlight dimmer,<br />

through a gap iuj^he trees on its drv ""'<br />

and a snake basking in the midst ul :<br />

footastically coiled, and treacherously<br />

and near, tbe view suggested the sai<br />

impressions of solitude and decay; ml !•<br />

glorious brightness of the summer sky overhi' :<br />

seemed only to deepen and harden'tlii^ ^1'"<br />

and barrenness of the wilderness on '<br />

shone. I tnmed and retraced my s:<br />

high, heathy ground; directing llif;<br />

aside from my former path, towartis<br />

old woodeu shed, which stood ou the<br />

of the fir [>lantation, and which li;.::<br />

been too unimportant to shore my uoii^. •<br />

the wide, wild prospect of the lake.<br />

Ou approaching the shed, I found (hat il iu •<br />

onee been a boat-house, aud tliat an attempt li.i<br />

apparently been made to convert It afterwo;into<br />

a sort of mde arbour, by placing insult<br />

a finvood seat, a few stools, and a tabic. •<br />

entered the place, and sat downfor alitUev<br />

to rest and get my breath again. 4<br />

I had not been iu tbe boat-house mon'.R<br />

minute, when it struck me that tbe I<br />

my own quick breathing was very «_.^<br />

echoed by something beneath me. I l^j<br />

intently for a moment, and heard a loifi<br />

sobbing breath that seemed to come fi<br />

ground under the seat which I waa occ<br />

My nerves are not easily shaken by triflcii;<br />

ou this occasion, I started to my feet in a 8


CluiilM Dkkon*.] <strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> YEAR ROUND. rFebrnmy 11, ie» 1 361<br />

—called out—received ao answer—summoned<br />

hack nij recreant courage—and looked under<br />

the seat.<br />

There, crouched up in the farthest comer,<br />

lay the forlorn cause of my terror, in the shape<br />

of n poor little dog—a blaek and white spaniel.<br />

Tlie creature moaned feebly when I looked at it<br />

and called to it, bnt never stirred. I moved<br />

away the seat and looked closer. The poor little<br />

dog s eyes were glazing fast, and there were<br />

spots of blood on its glossy white side. The<br />

misery of a weak, helpless, dumb creatiu*e is<br />

surely one of the saddest of all the mournful<br />

sights which this world can show. I lifted the<br />

poor dog m my arms as gently as I could, and<br />

contrived a sort of make-shift hammock for him<br />

to bc in, by gathering up the front of my dress<br />

atl rouud bim. In tins way, I took the creature,<br />

as painlessly as possible, and as fast as possible,<br />

back to the house.<br />

Finding no oue in the hall, I went up at once<br />

to my own sitting-room, made a bed for tbe dojf<br />

with ouc of my old shawls, and rang the bell.<br />

The largest and fattest of all possible housemaids<br />

answered it, in a state of cheerful stupidity<br />

which would have provoked the patience<br />

of a saint. The girl's fat, shapeless face actually<br />

stretched into a broad grin, at the sight of<br />

the wounded creature on the floor.<br />

" What do you see there to laugh at ?" I<br />

asked, as anerily as if she had been a servant of<br />

my own. "Do you know whose dog it is ?"<br />

" No, miss, that I certainly don't." She<br />

stopped, and looked down at tne spaniel's injured<br />

aide^brightened suddenly vrith the irradiation<br />

of a new idea—and, pointing to the wound<br />

wilh a chuckle of satisfaction, said, "That's<br />

Baxter's doings, that is."<br />

I was so exasperated that I could have boxed<br />

her ears. "Baxter?" I said. " Who is the brute<br />

you call Baxter ?"<br />

The girl grinned again, more cheerfully than<br />

ever, " Bless you, miss! Baxter's the keeper;<br />

and when be finds strange dogs bunting about,<br />

he takes and shoots 'em. It s keeper's dooty,<br />

miss. I think that dog will die. Here's where<br />

he's been shot, ain't it r That's Baxter's doings,<br />

tbat is. Baxter's doings, miss, and Baxter's<br />

dooty."<br />

I was almost wicked enough to wish that<br />

Baxter bad shot the housemaid instead of the<br />

dog. Seeing that it was qnite useless to expect<br />

this densely impenetrable personage to give me<br />

any help m relieving the sufl'ering creature<br />

at our feet, I told her to request the housekeeper's<br />

attendance, with my compliments. She<br />

went out exactly as she had come in, grinning<br />

from car to ear. As the door closed on her, she<br />

said to herself, softly, "It's Baxter's doings and<br />

Baxter's dooty—that's what it is."<br />

The housekeeper, a person of some education<br />

and intelligence, thoughtfully brought up-stairs<br />

with her some nulk and some warm water. The<br />

instaut she saw the dog on the floor, ahe started<br />

and changed colour.<br />

" Why, Lord bless me," cried the housekeeper,<br />

' must be Mrs. Catherick's dog!"<br />

" Whose ?'<br />

ment.<br />

I asked, in the utmost astonish-<br />

" Mrs. Catherick's. Tou seem to know Mrs.<br />

Catherick, Miss Halcombe?"<br />

Not personally. But I have heard of her.<br />

Does she live here P Has she had any news of<br />

her daughter?"<br />

" No, Miss Halcombe. She came here to ask<br />

for news ?"<br />

"WhenP"<br />

"Only yesterday. Slie said some one had<br />

reportea that a stranger answering to the description<br />

of her daughter had been seen in our<br />

neighbourhood. No snch report has reached<br />

ns here ; and no such report was known in the<br />

village, when I sent to make inquiries there on<br />

Mrs. Catherick's account. She certainly bronght<br />

this poor little dog with her when she came;<br />

and I saw it trot out after her wheu she went<br />

away. I suppose the creature strayed into the<br />

plantations, and got shot. Where did you fiud<br />

it. Miss Halcombe?"<br />

" In tbe old shed that looks ont on the lake."<br />

" Ah, yes, that is the plantation side, and the<br />

poor thing dragged itself, I suppose, to the<br />

nearest shelter, as dogs will, to die. If yon can<br />

moisten its lips with the milii. Miss Halcombe,<br />

I will wash the clotted hair from tbe wonnd. I<br />

am very much afraid it is too late to do any good.<br />

However, we can but try,"<br />

Mrs. Catherick! The name stiU rang in my<br />

ears, as if the housekeeper had only that moment<br />

surprised me by uttering it. While we were<br />

attending to the dog, the words of Walter Hartright's<br />

caution to me returned to ray memory.<br />

"If ever Anne Catberick crosses your path,<br />

make better use of the opportunity. Miss Htdcombe,<br />

than I made of it.'* The finding of the<br />

wounded spaniel had led me already to the discovery<br />

of Mrs. Catherick's visit to Blackwater<br />

Park ; aud that event migh^lead, in its turn, to<br />

something more. I determined to make the most<br />

of the chance which was now offered me, and<br />

to gain as much information as I could.<br />

" Did you say that Mrs. Catherick hved anywhere<br />

in this neighbourhood?" I asked.<br />

" Oh, dear no," said the housekeeper. " She<br />

lives at Welmingbam ; quite at the other end of<br />

the county—five-and-twenty miles off at least."<br />

" I suppose you have known Mrs. Catherick<br />

for some years ?"<br />

" On the contrary. Miss Halcombe; I never<br />

saw ber before she came here, yesterday. I had<br />

heard of her, of course, because I had heard of<br />

Sir Percival's kindness in putting her daughter<br />

under medical care. Mrs. Catherick is rather<br />

a strange peraon in her manners, but extremely<br />

respectable-looking. She seemed sorely put out,<br />

when she found that there was no foundation—<br />

none, at least, that any of 7is conld discover—for<br />

the report of her daughter having beeu seen in<br />

this neighbourhood."<br />

" I am rather interested about Mrs. Catherick,"<br />

I went on, continuing the conversation as<br />

long as possible. " I wish I had arrived here<br />

soon enougli to see her yesterday. Did she stay<br />

for any length of time ?


MZ* Tm TF.A"R ROUND.<br />

" "im," awd't^c lunuekeoiMt, " she stayed for<br />

some time. And I think she would have remained<br />

Iw^er, if I had pot tnoa oUed amaj to<br />

speak to a strai^ gentlemui—« gendemao who<br />

came to aik KV£QD Sir fierciral was exfMoted<br />

back. Um. Qalheriak gat up aad 1^ at onoe,<br />

when she heard the maid lell me what the<br />

visitor's eniuuiwoi. BheasMl^tone, at parting,<br />

that there was no need to tell Sir Percival of her<br />

coming here. I thought that rather an odd<br />

remark lo make, eepecuUf tn a pusoa iu n^ rcspoQsihle<br />

sRuation."<br />

I thought it on. oddrwnaik, too. SirBereival<br />

had oertaiuly led ne to believe, at Liatnieridge,<br />

that the most pEwfeoteo^dBiioeexiatod between:<br />

himself and Mrs. Catheriok. ^ If that was the<br />

case, why should she be anxious to have her<br />

visit, at Blat^imter Park k^ a secret from<br />

him ?<br />

" Probably," I aud, seeing that the honaekeeper<br />

expected me to give my opiniou on<br />

Mrs. Catherick's parting words ; " prooably, die<br />

thought the anaounoemeut of her visit might<br />

vex Sir Percival to no purpose, by reminding<br />

him that her lost daughter was not found yet,<br />

Did she talk much on tiiat subject ?"<br />

" Very little," replied the housekeeper. " She<br />

talked priucipally of Sir Percival, and asked a<br />

great many questious about where be had been<br />

travelling, and what sort of lady hie newwiCs<br />

was. She seemed to be more s(Hired and put<br />

out than distressed, by failing to find any traces<br />

of her daughter-in these.parts. 'I give her up,'<br />

were the last words ahe said tbat I can remember;'<br />

I give hor np, ma'am,, for lost.* And from<br />

fliaf, she passed at once to her questions about<br />

Lndy Glyne; wanting to know if she was a<br />

handsome, amiable lady, comely and healthy and<br />

youiig Ah, dear! I thought how it would<br />

end. Look, Miss Halcombe ! the poor thmg is<br />

ont of its misery at last!"<br />

The dog was dead. It had given a faint,<br />

sobbing cry, it,had suffered aa instant's conrulsion<br />

of the limbs, just as those last words,<br />

" comely and healthy and young," dropped from<br />

the housekeeper's tips. The cJiange bad happened<br />

witb startling saddeimeas—in onemoment,<br />

the creatuiie lay liHless under our baads.<br />

Eight o'clock. I liave just returned from<br />

dining down stairs, in solitary state. The sunset<br />

is buniiiig redlj on tJie wilderacss of trees<br />

that I see from my window; and I am poring<br />

over my joucLal again, to calm ny impatience<br />

for the return of thk Icavellers. They ou^t to<br />

liave arrived, by jay calculations, before litis.<br />

How StiU and lonely the house is in the drowsy<br />

evening quiet 1 Ob, me! how mauy minutes<br />

more before I hear tiie carriage-wheels aad run<br />

down stairs to flud myself in Laura's amis ?<br />

The poor little dog! I wish my firat day at<br />

Blackwater Park had not beeu associated witb<br />

death—though it is only the death of s stray<br />

animal.<br />

Welminghara—I see, ou looking back through<br />

these private pages of mine, that Wdmingham<br />

is the name of the place where Mrs. Catherick<br />

lives. Her nati»-i» atiU in my posvi<br />

note in a&sviir'tO'tbat totter :i'r<br />

daughter wbieh Sir Percival < '•<br />

One of thon dm, w4ien I c i ^,.<br />

portunity, Iwill take tlie nn' y<br />

of istroductioD, and try w)i. '.{<br />

Mrs. Catherick st a jiersonul i<br />

nndecstand ber-wkliingto coi^^^^ .... ^.-^v. IQ<br />

this pilw:e from Sir PenoviBaffaiowiad)^; and I<br />

don't feel half so sure, esitiivlvusdeeepcr tnat<br />

to do, that her dang^itar Aoiae is not in the<br />

ndgUbomiteod, .after all. What would Waller<br />

Hartruht linve said in this>emQrgeiiDy ? Poor,<br />

dear ^oitriglitl I am beginnii^ to fori tho<br />

nant of his lionest advice and hia wilUng hdp,<br />

already.<br />

Sunely, I heard sometiungP Tes! there is a<br />

bustle of footsteps below stairs. I honr tbs<br />

horses* feet; T bear the'railing of wheels. Away<br />

with my jonmal and my pen and ink! Iiu<br />

travellers have retiumed—my darling Lomii it<br />

home again at Ust I<br />

TURKISH SHOPS AND SHOWEEEPBHS.<br />

I AM uot gouif just yet to -prononiKio •<br />

tolismanic te:^ of the £oDan as an "Open,<br />

Sesame!" and then ploage, bohllyand aiiveQturously,<br />

out of the fiery sun into tbe dim vault B<br />

of the Const onlinople bazaars; I am nuRiy<br />

going to stroll throi^ tbe narrow, steep strecU<br />

of the Sick Man'«'City, -SHOPWNG,<br />

I asanot about tosaythat London .walking; ii<br />

dull walking, when to me, well as I know, ad<br />

much as I love, the pure green countrv, Fleetstreet<br />

is always fairy-land, and Regent-street enchanted<br />

ground; bnt still I tbiuk Eu|^ish ahops<br />

are not to be compared to those of Sruinb^, in<br />

their power of affording ploasure and aimucmrnt<br />

to the itinerant traveller and poetical or ardBtie<br />

vagaboudiser, for reasons I will disclose anon.<br />

London shops, partieukrly your cork lei^ 5liD{^<br />

yonr glass.eye shop, your Christmas toy rfioji,<br />

your seal engraver's shop, fumishiBretty material<br />

to the thongltfful humorist (and win can bcarttJ<br />

humoristwithout being thoughtful); but f licnya<br />

have to bkrat ycnvr nose against glass, alresdj<br />

opaquely steamed withyouthtul breath, ort'jsneilt<br />

about doorways, at tlie imminent risk of being<br />

suspected as a swell ntabsman, en* a crncksmin,<br />

whereas in the Orient.shops, all ie ojien nir life.<br />

The shops have tbe lids off; they one pics without<br />

crust, Thegoods arelaidomt onslojiiiig sliihi,<br />

saeh as onr English fiahmongera use to display<br />

their icbthyologioai specimens npon; they<br />

are small bulklieads, or mere ii^encratly narw*<br />

open stalls, without doors or windows, and wi*<br />

limited plstrem camiters, upon wluch robed taa<br />

turbaned Turks sit, as if they had been acting<br />

stories from the Aiabian Nights in privite<br />

theatricals'the night before, and hod oot yet boo<br />

time to change their clothes. Those grave a'w<br />

reverend seigniors are always to bc seen silt"<br />

cross!ecged, generally smoking (Ali Baba<br />

Mustapha), am half dozing, takii^ a quiet,'<br />

hurried, kind, aad coatemplatrve view of 1'<br />

^^


Donkeys may pass and bump i^ainst tbe<br />

door-iKJSts, ihieves may ruu by (as 1 have seen<br />

litem), pursued by angry soldiers ^^th drawu<br />

uud flashing sabres, the Sick Man hiiiiself mav<br />

ride past, bad, and hopeless, and felon-faced, with<br />

the amba^siidors he is so sick of—mortally siob<br />

of—al his elbows, still, nothing moves oor fricml<br />

m the decent, unruffled mushroom button of<br />

a white or ^cen turban. If a Jab's messenger<br />

were tu come in and say tbat his thirtvthird-wire<br />

was dead, or that fire from Allah had<br />

burnt down his villa at Bnyukdcrc, the most<br />

Mustaph* would do would 6e to lill hs pipe<br />

rather quickcT thau nsiiiil, and puffing a Jiille<br />

(aster than usual, to tell his bends, mid ourse the<br />

iufidels all over the world.<br />

A Turkiah ^ophoBperls^oods never project<br />

into the road ; he hns no outside counter, like cnif<br />

vendors of old books; he has uo old clothes and<br />

rogimeutuls fluttering obtrusively ima bankropt,<br />

Huicide way at his outer doors. 'His litlle quiet<br />

shop is fiush with the roadside wall, and, sell he<br />

mouthpieces of pijies, clc^ forthebarh-rooni, or<br />

fez caps, ihey are allloeirt iuside tbe little bin of<br />

a shop, on the fioor of wluch, and at tlic cafcrauae<br />

of n bicb, sits the I'ork, tlic. master, with his red<br />

slippers before him.<br />

iircd of travellers' generalities, and really<br />

<strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> YEAR ROCKD. :iM>iu(rii,i«w.} 303<br />

that lead to tbem and from tbem, that face Ihem,<br />

that back tlicni, that bring them cnHtoniers,<br />

that lame the said customers they take away.<br />

In like manner as'the nineteenth century Turk<br />

is one and the same with the Turk of the<br />

sevwiteonth century, so are t^e Stamboul streets<br />

of 18G0 much what the Stamboul streets mnst<br />

have been in 1660. Drive the Turk bock tomorrow<br />

to his Asian tent, and be would be as<br />

fit for it as ever he wns. Turn him out to-morrow<br />

from tlie city he (dole from Christianity,<br />

and you will find the aame streets that you<br />

would have found when Busbequins or Grelot<br />

visited Tiirkt^'—no better, no worse. In fact,<br />

cramp a Moslem in Paris boots'till corns sprii^<br />

ontallover him,piB0hlH3 broirn lists iu Joavin'a<br />

white kid gloves, pqueeae him iu invisible-green<br />

YoTkshireoloth,seent-him, oye-ghiss him, grease<br />

him, Tniiform him as you like, tbe Turk will<br />

still remain the unirnworable Chiusmaxi of the<br />

world, his religion a dEmgerous lie, his polygamy<br />

detestable, every comrtry he governs adunghiil<br />

or a desert. I longed to tell Mustapha so, when<br />

he used to sit stolid and'divinely contemptuous<br />

if I came In a hurry for sonre tufted Broussa<br />

bath towels, n|ion which I know he wmUd have<br />

bowed and wishednie peace, belieriiig'tbat IWM<br />

complimenting him in my own tongue. I never<br />

: 11?^ to paint truly, brightly, and minutdy could have becn*Bgry, howevo:, with Muatopha,<br />

• I see, 1 yet knowsDorcelv how to convey a uidess he bad actnally stmck me er called me<br />

•iii,'h impression of Turkish shops. Whether "dog," beoauae, however chcidiHghe is, he is<br />

i ur BO, Ironst do it partly by negatives. snch a gentleman,, with his mildness and his<br />

iiienot esaorDious!cdoared-ontgromidtlotws' courtesy; he never'does anything Indicrous, or<br />

vi^lUng liouses, as in Loudon, but raUier gauche, or intrusive, orfusay, orvulgar; he la<br />

. r.T-like, oae-storied oovci'cd stallsi where never pert, never pompows, but looks like<br />

a turbanod qniet man, Jiided by a black- Abraham and'Jtniab, and Isaac and Jacob, and<br />

i_iree;k, or Sat brown Amionian boy, who, King Solomon all in. one. He seems to be<br />

' rent the good phlegaaalir uiiui osi^ his incapable of frct or worry, and' when he dies it<br />

get dowu from sltelvos, or fnwn the inner willoe, I aan-sme, withoutastrag^, forhewan<br />

d bin, tbe striped silks, the sandal-wood never fully nwadcc yet.<br />

-. the aloes wood, the liippopotamifs hide As to the streets that lead to other shops<br />

~. the spongy both towels, or wkadever it tlian Mostapha-A. In the first place, th^<br />

liC you want.<br />

are as narrow as Shoe-laae, yes, even tbat<br />

II ooold, I found, hardly inragine a man R^ent-street of Constantino)^ which leads to<br />

,• to cheat you who was in no hurry to get St. Sophia, or the Piccadilly that branches on to<br />

.. his gold striped tdotlis, wbo requested the ffippodrome, is a mere rough path; and<br />

lutuck npyour legsonhia'couuter, who sent Stamboul being, like Rome, a city of Seven<br />

"III. lor lemonaaeorslierbet.,orealled'forpipes and Hills, half its lanes are five times as steen as<br />

coffee, lusedalwaysto think, when I coiled my­ Hotborn-hill, London. Theyhaveno smooth slabs<br />

self up to buy some soiall'trille (a little redpipe ©f side pavement, no kerbs, no iKups, no names,<br />

' "I, or a [air of stippei's, starred with seed no guarding side-posts. Tiey are covered with<br />

I, tbat Mustapha treated nie mofe like some wlittt is merely a jolting mass of boulder stones<br />

^d Arabian merchant who liad come to thrown down loose as wben uncarted, or if<br />

. u month with him, than a "loofing" ia- sound trottoir for a few yards, in another step<br />

\riio was ia a bunuag hurry, and bad only or two ground iutoholea orcrashed into somo-<br />

Lieign or two to spend. But wben tbat thing like a stoneinasons'-yard, or a pebbly sea<br />

r.ible and majestic Turk, sitting with bis beadi bristly vrith gcolo^cai spwrimeas. H a bar­<br />

^d alijtpn^ before him, began to ask me exactly ricade badjiMt been pulled down, and not yet<br />

iwu huudred times tbe worth of Utat piiie and leTOlled, so ^\-ould it look; if it were tbe street of<br />

I hose slippers, ray reroect for tbe tvadiBg in- a mountain village, so would it be. As ui the<br />

sliucts of the patriareiial old bearded hinnbi^ days of Adam, and before Macadam waa thought<br />

increased Iremendoasly, thongh 1 knew be longed of, so lire tbe streets still.<br />

to spit in my ooffee, aud to toolball my unshorn To ladies impossible, to men terrible, imagine,<br />

iioaa upaiid dowu the knubbly street. pins, these torrent beds of streets, moun-<br />

But I cannot desoribe Turkish aliops and baiu defies alter an innndalion, or a land­<br />

cnabhs readerste decide what age of civilisation slip avalanche of shingle, a continuous stream<br />

': V bidong to, unleas I also deecribe the streets of ox-carts, water-carriers and oil-carriers, ass<br />

/"


S61 [MTMwy U, un.]<br />

^<br />

<strong>ALL</strong> THB TEAK ROUND.<br />

drivers, bread sellers, oarriages with Turkish<br />

ladies, paidiu and thair moonied retinue, packborscB,<br />

^^hil'^"«"l and Circuaian loungers. 'Then,<br />

on ever; ncant spot strew praying dervishes.<br />

Bleeping, conchant, or rampant wild dogs,<br />

melon-stalls aud beggars, throw up ahove a ball<br />

of solid fire and cad it the sun, and you have<br />

some small idea of the delight of walking ni the<br />

Dying Man's city.<br />

But let us stroll down this street, where the<br />

planes toss their green jagged leaves over those<br />

eratmgs, and through wbiwi I see the atone lur-<br />

^ns of tombstones, with, below, blue-and-gilt<br />

verses from the Koran; aud let us get to this<br />

slovenly, downhill lane, leading towards the<br />

bazaars. In it we ahaU find nearly every class<br />

of Turkish trade. Those Armenian porters, with<br />

their knots and ropes on their backs, seem<br />

smilingly to promise as much, when they offer to<br />

carry Gome tbe English sultan's purchases for<br />

him; and as for that, I believe the^ would carry<br />

home a houae ou their bocks, if it only had<br />

handles.<br />

" Way there !"—what a howl of "Guardia<br />

Guard-(iiah"! Just as I am stoppmg for a<br />

cup of water at a gilded fountain, I am driven<br />

into a mastic shop oy eight Armenian porters,<br />

four behind mid four iu front, who are staggerin"<br />

up-hill with a gigantic steel-bound bale, cou-<br />

^erably larger thou a chest of drawers, out of<br />

which ooze some yellow webs of silk; the load<br />

vibrates on two enormous lance-wood poles, thin<br />

at the ends and thick in the middh:. Now, for<br />

a Diomeut, these brawny men stop to rest the<br />

hurdeu, and wipe their browu, mgged, beaded<br />

foreheads. Honour the sturdy industry of the<br />

honest Armenian hammols^ who stop for no one,<br />

not even tbe Sultau himself, wbo pass, howling<br />

out a rapid caution, through wcepmg funeral or<br />

langhiug wedding procession, marching soldiers,<br />

anything, any one; and who, for a ^w pence,<br />

unapplauded, perform the labours of Hercules<br />

iu tlie Sick Man's city.<br />

Attentive to trade interests, as well as to the<br />

rights of hospitality, the Turk in the shop where<br />

I have taken refuge, points to the heaps of<br />

mastic upou his counter, aud I buy a httie to<br />

chew, because I bave heard that Turkish ladies<br />

spend the greater part of their lives in this<br />

harmless, but unintellectual occupatiou. Mastic<br />

resembles gum Arabic; it is crystally cracked,<br />

yellow in colour, like a pale fiawed topaz, and<br />

has uo taste at all to meution. It produces no<br />

effect, opiate or otherwise, and for all I could<br />

sec, I ought as well have spent my time sucking<br />

a little pebble, as schoolboys do wheu they are<br />

going to ruu a race, and want to improve their<br />

" wind." It lasted me about half an hour, till I<br />

got to the square of Bajazet. At the end of that<br />

time, I got alarmed, and taking it out of my mouth<br />

and looking at it, I found it changed to a sodden<br />

opaque lump of a dull white coloui', which tasted<br />

like chewed india-mbber; so I flipped it at a<br />

street dog in disgust, and the street dog swallowed<br />

it immediately, as he would have done, no<br />

doubt, had I thrown him a shocing-hom or a<br />

pair of old braces.<br />

My Turk now wanted mo to buy soiix :.. u i<br />

powder for the ladies of my hnrecm. bul 1 d. -<br />

clined, upon which he chipped his hands, as \(<br />

to call his negro boy, and m bounded a bushy<br />

white cat that ne had dyed a rose pink to prov'u<br />

the excellence of his drugs ; but eveu this did<br />

not induce me to buy anything, for a clog shop<br />

next door tbcnallured me,aud I stopped to sec the<br />

apprentices witb short adzes cleaving the wood,<br />

with which they fashioned the wooden sole, ami<br />

tbe stilted supports of the " chopines," on which<br />

the Turkish ladies clatter across the cold marble<br />

floor of their fountoin-spriuklcd bath-rooms into<br />

the inner cells, where they disappear in a<br />

cloud of bot steam, from which merry laughmg<br />

and the splashing^of water is heard at intervals.<br />

This is quite a West-end shop for Turkey, and<br />

they sell all kinds of bath clogs here, from the<br />

plaia wooden to the rich polished jtain, that are<br />

lozeu^d and starred with mother-of-pearl, in a<br />

stylent for Zobeide herself.<br />

How quiet and industrious the workmen oral<br />

twice as vigorous as Spaniards, aud patiently en.<br />

joying the labour, with scarcely even^an eye for<br />

passing scenes m the street. No plate-glaas herej<br />

no varnished brackets, no pattern dwarf boot, or<br />

skeleton bone foot; nothing but chips and ahar*<br />

ings, and split, spht, hammer, hammer; amonst<br />

work behind, wilh some curious glue, is iasertiof;<br />

tbe patterns of pearl into the wooden shibi<br />

cleverly enough.<br />

A pipe-shop next. Oue Nubian and three<br />

young Turks, with a patriarch watching them,<br />

while he does the finer work himself. One<br />

turban and three scarlet fezes, all cross-lc^ed,<br />

and the Nubian holding his work between his<br />

bare feet, for bis toes are handier than many<br />

men's fingers. Good-natured, like all his race,<br />

a chronic grm of unctuous content is on his<br />

face. A worse specimen of a slave for platform<br />

aud infiammatory purposes could not be found.<br />

The shop is not much bigger than six cobblers'<br />

stalls thrown into oue, and the wall at the back<br />

is liued with pipe-stems, that rest against it like<br />

so mauy javelins. They are surely old Arab<br />

spear-shafts, pierced for new and more peaceful<br />

purposes. The dark-red ones are cherry atenw<br />

from Asia Minor ; the rough light-brown ones,<br />

jasmin saplings from Albania. They are about<br />

five feet long, and form the real chibouk th»t<br />

the Turk loves when it is finished off with i<br />

small red lea-cup of a bowl, and that bowl is<br />

crammed with the choicest tobacco of Siilonica.<br />

But what are those coloured coils, like variegated<br />

eels, that twine and curl on the floor—for<br />

this is not a serpent charmer's ? Those, innoMnt<br />

Frank, making a Guy of thyself with tliat hoodaging<br />

of white muslia around thy wide-awake,<br />

are the tubes of narghiles, that the TorkB<br />

love even more than tbe chibouk to smoke, because<br />

it is handier for small rooms, aud does not<br />

require an orbit of five feet to each puffer.<br />

Look opposite at that coffee-shop, which is the<br />

Turkish tavern: see those four men. Tbey :^:<br />

mere poor men, but they eome in to lunch oH<br />

farthing cup of eoffee, withont milk or su?<br />

aud a puff of a narghQe. How dignified tin<br />

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CIiatteiDickCDi.] <strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> lEAR ROUND. [FAra«7ll. IW.] 365<br />

ait, till the globular bottles with the tubes coiled<br />

round them, are brought, the tobacco burning red<br />

above on its little cup of charcoal. See, only a<br />

dozen puffs, and the pure water from the fouiiiiiin<br />

yonder is polluted in the bottles to a lemonade<br />

colour by the smoke it softens, and its bubble and<br />

gurgleissoothingtolistento! Milesof thattubiu^,<br />

red, green, blue, and crimson, are made annually<br />

in Constantinople. See how nattily the men bind<br />

the tubes with fiue wire, to make them at once<br />

flexible and endurable. A Roman alderman<br />

once wished he had a throat three yards long.<br />

The Turkish epicure of smoke has realised the<br />

favourite dish, and tbe people are very poor,<br />

what can one expect ?<br />

Who shall say the Turks are bigoted and intolerant,<br />

when here, next door to a baker's, is a<br />

shop with coarse Greek prints, representing<br />

Botzaris, the Greek hero, putting to death heaps<br />

of Turks, and here are tous of illustrations, m<br />

which the Turk i3_ always getting theworst of<br />

it. There was a time wben to even delineate a<br />

human being was death in Turkey, but now •<br />

It was bard times for the bakers twenty years<br />

ago, wheu you could hardly be a week in C!ou-<br />

stontinople wilhout ^eing one of the tribe<br />

wish by making his pinch of tobacco go further roaning with a nail through his ear, fastening<br />

than any one else's. Now, having bought ten f im to his own shop door. That was the<br />

yards of narghile tube, wilh a fringed end, do time when women were drowned in sacks in<br />

yoi "fou want an amber mouthpiece for your chi- broad daylight, and when the sight of a rebel<br />

boi Ktuk ? Old Turk^ think they make the smoke pasha's head, brought io in trinmpli, has taken<br />

bitter and harsh, and therefore prefer the plain away the appetite of many an Enghshman break­<br />

cherry-wood pur et simple, sucking the smoke fasting wilh 0 Tui'kish minister. But there he<br />

throuo-h it, and not patting the pipe between {the baker) is now, floury, ghostly, and serious<br />

their Ups at all; but taatea mffer.<br />

aa ever, groping in tbat black cave of an oven<br />

Here is the shop. Cases on the counter; within at the bock of his shop, or twisthig rings of<br />

them, rows of mouthpieces, looking like sucked bread with all tbe unction of a feeder of man­<br />

barley sugar, golden and transparent. The amber kind and a wetl-p£ud philoutbropist.<br />

is of all shades of yellow, from opaque lemon to The fez shops are very numerous in tbe Sick<br />

burnt saffron. Some of those more shiny ones are Man's city, for tnrbons decrease, though slowly.<br />

only glass, the dearer ones have little fillets of They are of a deep crimson, and have at the<br />

diamonds round their necks, and are worth a top o little red stiuk, to which the heavy bli^<br />

purse full of piastres. Then there are dull green tassel is tied, aud which always, to prevent en­<br />

ones for cheap pipes, and meerschaum cigaret tanglement, is kept iu stock with a sort of or-<br />

holders for the cursed Frank, who had better take nameut of paper cut into a lace pattern round<br />

care he is not made a fool of, for greasy Turkish it. The blocks, too, for fezes to be kept on, are<br />

bank-notes are all alike, except for the numeral, sold in distinct shops. You see tbem round as<br />

which it requires practice to read; and then there cheeses ranged in front of a Turk, who watches<br />

are old and new notes, and had gold Medjids, them as if expecting tbem to grow. Some­<br />

and Heaven knows what ebeatings, in this scortimes you could hardly lielp thinking they<br />

pions' nest of foreign rogues and schemers. Do were poik-piea, were it not for the barelegged<br />

you want rosaries r Here are talismans made boy in the background, who, pushing the block<br />

of chips of red cornelian, and aloes wood for in- with the flexible sole of his foot, keeps it even<br />

ceuse. But here a ruder shop, not matted, nor upou tbe lathe.<br />

cushioned, arrests us. Plain beaten earth floor, Stationers and booksellers hardly show at oil<br />

mde counter. It looks more like a deserted in Stamboul but in tbe bazaar, and there in a very<br />

blacksmith's shop than anytbiog else. It belongs limited way, and in o way, too, that makes the<br />

to a maker of vermicelli. The owner, ghostly Englishmauwishtheywcrc away altogether. The<br />

white in face, ia brushing a huge tin tray round tailor, too, does uot figure largely, though you<br />

and round. The brush must be of wire, or be see Turks busy in their shops sewing at quilted<br />

grooved or toothed, for I see the coked material gowns and coverUds stuffed with down ; and you<br />

under which the fire is, is drawn and cut into seldom pass down a street without seeing a<br />

tubed threads, and be draws it out as it dries, Uke man with a bow, such as the Saracen of Suow-<br />

so much carded flax, dexterously indeed. I see that hill could scarcely have drawn, bowing cotton,<br />

he kuows when it is done by its threads snap­ with the twang and flutter peculiar to that ocping<br />

ond springing up, crisp and loose, from the cupation, the slave behind half buried tn flock,<br />

tm shield, (jood-natured people that the Turks or emerging from a swansdown sea of loose<br />

are! He smiles and nods to me, quite pleased white feathers.<br />

at the interest the wanderii^, spying out Giaonr The jewellers (frequently Jews) ore chiefly<br />

takea in his performauce.<br />

in the bazaars, both for safety and convenience.<br />

Now, moving ou, I get into a strata of edibles, There they sit, sorting great heaps of seed<br />

for here, at a' window, lolls an immense hide full pearl, like so much rice, squinting tbrough<br />

of white cheese, looking like stale cream cheese, lumps of emerald, or weighing filigree earrings,<br />

become dry aud powdery. It comes from Odessa, witb veiled lodies looking on, and black duennas<br />

I am told, or is made of buffalo's milk, and is m yellow boots iu waiting; but still there<br />

brought by camels from the interior of Anatolia, are also a few outsiders who sell coarse Euro­<br />

for butter and milk are all but unknown iu pean watches with unseemly French cases, and<br />

Turkey. At the next stall are dried devil-fish, large bossy silver cases for rose-water, or aome<br />

looking horrible with their hundred leathery such frivolous use, shoped like huge melons,<br />

arms; but here, where sword-fish were once a aud crusted with patterning, much watched


866 [ftbftwirii.M'i'] <strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> TEAR ROUND.<br />

over by the Turteah poliee, who, la bke tunics,<br />

red fexcs, and white tromcn^ mode about<br />

rat^Hf inglorioa^, ocnng for. the eraamented<br />

bolster at tlisir tett, xa w^k their pistols<br />

lurk.<br />

It is not poflsiUs bo f^ Bp a Turkic street,<br />

if it oontain any shops, without also finding<br />

among them a furniture shop, where Chinese.<br />

looking stools and lai^ chests are sold, theii<br />

whole surface diced over with squares of<br />

mother-of-pearl, frequently dry and loose wilb<br />

extreme- age. They are now, wc believe, rather<br />

out of fioshiou in tlie palvn on the Baephomi.<br />

But these are the first-rate streets in the<br />

lower alleys. Rotmd the gates of the Golden<br />

Horn side of the city, down by the timber stores<br />

and the fish-market, the ahopa are mere workshops,<br />

and alternate with mere sheds, and with<br />

rooms full to the very door with shining millet<br />

or sesame, which looks like caraway seed; with<br />

charcoal stores, and fmit^stands where little<br />

green peaches are sold, the true Tnric preferring<br />

raw fruit to ripe.<br />

In these lower Thames-street sort of neighbourhoods—in<br />

winter knee-deep in mud, and in<br />

EimimeT almoat impassable for traffic, towards<br />

tbe Greek quarter espeoially—you are sui'e to<br />

find a comb-shop, a little place abont as large<br />

as four parrots' cages, where an old tnj^d<br />

Turk and a dirty boy are at work, straightenmg<br />

crooked bullocks' boras by hcat,sawing them into<br />

shoes, chopping them thinner and tliinoer, and<br />

cutting out the coarse teeth. The workman,<br />

powdered with yellow bora dust, perhaps stops<br />

now mid then to drink from the red earth jug<br />

that b bj his side, or deals vrith a mohabiji,<br />

or sf reel sweelseller, fbr that delicious sort of rice<br />

bloncmanf^e he sells—yellow all throngh, powdered<br />

with white sugar, and ealen with a brass<br />

spoon of delightfully antiqne shape ; or, he is<br />

discussing a shovelful of burnt ehesnuts; or, a<br />

head of msize boiled to a flowery pulp, eaten with<br />

a riug of bread, and washed down with a draught<br />

from the nearest fountain; or he is stopping, the<br />

patriarch master being away, to listen to the<br />

strains uf aa itinerant Nubian, wbo stands under<br />

a mosqne wall yonder, with a curious banjo slung<br />

round his black neck, tbe liandle a big knotted<br />

reed, the body large as a groom's sieve and of the<br />

same shape. Some blade female servantsiare near,<br />

also listening, and I can tell from what African<br />

province t hey are by the scars of the three gaslies<br />

that, as they think, adorn their left cmeeks.<br />

Close to where they stand, perhaps, is a shop<br />

fuU of fleas and pigeons, the latter always<br />

hnsftling abont and cooing, and evidently on<br />

sale.<br />

But sliall I forget the tobacco shops that are<br />

incessant, that are everywhere ; upoa the hills<br />

and down bytbe water, round St. Sophia and close<br />

even to the Sublime Porte itself? In England,<br />

Ihave always from a boy envied two tradesmen,<br />

the oue the cabinet-maker, the of,her the ivoryturaer;<br />

the one, dealing with such a dainty ma­<br />

"^ ^<br />

with a stock so portable and costly, the olhgr<br />

with a trade so much palronised yet requiriuc<br />

so little mparatna. Tne tailor fag;s hi.s eyes ont,<br />

but the tobaeoo mercdiaot buys bis skiiifitU nf<br />

tc^coo, or his Itntliem bogfols of t'' ^'<br />

jibili, the patient hammal throws ii<br />

his shop, he buys a tobacco-cutter,<br />

scales, a brass tiara of a tray


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of a woman, and was ruddled, not merely painted,! an exhfluatiye slrtpe of its contents. Wliat this<br />

wilh rouge ; the fair Persian had Indian luk eye- mau did witJi hypocritic reluctance, hundreds<br />

brows, joining architecturally over her no*e; dui—as I was very well assured—without any<br />

aud Scheherazade was white aa a wall wilh reluctance at all, under the protection and shelter<br />

smears of paint that marred her onoe pretty of aEuropeaii's roof. They feel the prohibition is<br />

nose and dimpling mouth. As soon as they absurd; they know (he Sultan has bartered IHS<br />

were trotted off iu their little pea-gieen. mid gilt very throne for a champagne flask, as his fatlier<br />

carriage, guardian iiegress and all, I went into did before bim; so, secretly they drink and<br />

the shop, about which I had ail this time been are drunken. Indeed, I was told that the more<br />

loahngly prowling, and called, clappiui^ mv philosophical Tiu'ks consider champagne merdy<br />

hands, tor some violet sherbet; becaui>e Mussut- a sort of heavenly bottled beer: in the first<br />

mnn tradition distinctly tells us that that great place, because it froths, which Eastern wine<br />

Arab epicure aud seusualiat, Mohamed, called doss not; seei»dly, because it is of a dull<br />

this his favourite beverage. And now do I greatly yellow colour, when their wme is red. Besides,<br />

desire to tell my readers all about the flavour as long as nations choose the wisest, and bravest,<br />

and fra^nce of Uiat well.and eupliouiously and best of their nation for monarch, must they<br />

named drink ; only one thing prevents me, and not followbis example, and (saving the Prophet)<br />

that is, that my Turk did not sell it, and no oua get wisely, bravely, and iu tbe best and most<br />

else that I conld find out ever did, so 1 did not secret way possible, dmuk.from pure loyalty P<br />

taste it, and cannot compare it to all sorts of Peoph: have often laughed at Chateaubriand's<br />

thiugs as I should otherwise decidedly have French dancing-master giving soir^ to the<br />

done.<br />

Dog-rib Ini^is, and abetter subjeet foT'afarce<br />

Wine and spirits would not be sold at all ia could scarcely be conceived; cmt all incou-<br />

Stamboul—at least openly—but tlmt British subgruous tilings are ridiculous, when tbey are not,<br />

jects claim that privilege of sale. Raki, a sort of on tlie'one hand, also hateful, or, on the other,<br />

fiery oily anisette, peculiarly deleterious, is drunk when they do not excite our pity. So, apropos of<br />

with great relish by the Greeks, and by those raki, and the 'Purklsh rnkes who drink it, I must<br />

Turks who are lax in their religious ebservance, describe the small English tavern that I stum­<br />

whenever they can get it unobserved. 1 am afiaid bled into just oui side the Arsenal walls. It<br />

that tying dowu poor human nature with uune- was kept by a Greek, and was in tbe Greek<br />

ceasory reatraints makes, sad hypocrites'Ofim^ manner ; but I found it was specially patroniaed<br />

who find it difficult enough to keep even the great by the English mechanics whom the SuUan keeps<br />

laws, and arc always inventing some excusoto slip to superintend the goverament manufactories.<br />

off Nature's handcuffs. I remember particularly These intensely English men, of course despis­<br />

one fresh bright morning that I was ou the. deek ing sherbet, which they profanely and ahnost<br />

of o Turkish steamer that was ploughing through insultingly called " pig's-wash," and detcsling<br />

the Sea of Marmora, and just sighting tlio raki because it was the secret beverage of " them<br />

Seven Towers, beyond whioh the cypresses and precious villains of Turks," resorted to this grimy<br />

minarets were risu^ in a great watchful army, hostelrie, dirtier than the meanest village inn in<br />

guarding the creaceated domes of the still " dear old England," to wash the steel filings<br />

sleeping city. The deck wasfitrewn with Alba­ from their throats and the sawdust from their<br />

nians in their hairy capotes, with slavish-lookiug lips, with real expensive, oily, bilious, "old<br />

tliievish Greeks, and with Tin-ks grave and Jamaiker"—aoold that the red andOTeen labels<br />

I ; s-Iegged on their prayer-carpets. Here and on. the bottles were browu and fly-blown—and<br />

: 0, aeated on the benches, were two or tbree with " Hollands," in square, black-green, high-<br />

.1 Europeauised Turks, attemptingoumbi'OUBly shouldered Ostade bottles. It was deliglitful<br />


369 [l*r«^ll,l«l<br />

X.<br />

<strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> TEAR KOUND.<br />

twice "pulled up" and nearly decapitated in a<br />

row for not salanmina, " and all that rubbish."<br />

And now, while 1 am in this tavern den,<br />

trying to cat some horseflesh stew, there<br />

staii£ before me a ran;ed Greek vagabond,<br />

crafty as Ulysses, voluble as the winged-worded<br />

Poriclea, who, in hopes o^f a stray piastre,<br />

harangues me and the engineers on a certain<br />

English pasha to whom he was ouce right hand<br />

num. His gestures alone would be eloquence,<br />

for he beats his chest, aud rends his dirty merino<br />

waistcoat.<br />

" He (English pasha) keep white horse, black<br />

horse, red harae, blue horse, every sort horse ;<br />

and I drive him, whip him, saddle bim, break<br />

him, 'coa he (English pasha) Sultan great friend<br />

—every day at palace. I too at palace. I eat<br />

lamb, pistachio-nut. I eat kibob (very nice<br />

kibob), I driidt shirab and champagne wine.<br />

I wear scarlet jacket and fustanella—white<br />

fustanella—servant under me—horse under me<br />

knots, or gimffe knots, or gastronomic knots.<br />

We should unhesitatingly declare tbat an inclination<br />

to the Gordum knot betrayed a teudeniy<br />

to diplomacy. Did Brillat Savarin wear a<br />

gastronomic knot, and was Cnvicr'a winduipc<br />

hidden by the giraffe P History ia ailciit on tnese<br />

important poinla.<br />

There have been dabblers, however, in the hij.<br />

toiy of the neckcloth, who have collected materials,<br />

su^^ested chapters, and run up hnsly<br />

theories. There have been controversies on llie<br />

origin of cravats, in which the focalia of (he<br />

Romans moke a prominent figure, and in whicli<br />

the pretensions of the Croats are supported and<br />

rebutted.<br />

How the neckband of the shirt grew into tho<br />

prodigious frills of the sixteenth centurv ; Iio',v<br />

these linen walls fell over upon tin n,<br />

shoulders of the Puritans of the s>i ^<br />

centurv; bow the cravats became u .<br />

under the second Charles; are progresses wmcii<br />

— money—drink — all right—all good. All belong to the future historian—to the coming<br />

at ooce come wicked mau to English sultan, man.<br />

whisper ear—say, 'Take care, Anastase bad The cravat proper, with its elegantly adiustcil<br />

man, rogue-man. EngUsh sultan coll me, tell folds, it is stoutly asserted, was first brought into<br />

me, flog me—drive out faithful Anastase-— Prance by French officers, on tbeir return from<br />

take away horses—cveryting. Now, Anastase Germany, in sixteen thirty-six. As stoutly is it<br />

dirty mon, poor man, thief man (laughs ironi­ maintained by Furetiere, against Menage, tlmt<br />

cally), uo raJci, no kibob, no drink, no eat. Go the word cravat is nothing more than a corrup­<br />

'bout ask good rich Englishman for little money. tion ot Croat. Tbe Croats, who guarded tuc<br />

Thank, air (smiles), drink health I"<br />

Turkish frontiers of Austria, and who acted as<br />

scouts on the flanks of the army, wore Imcn<br />

round their necks, tied in front, the officcra wear­<br />

CONCERNING CRAVATS. ing muslin, or silk. When France organlwd a<br />

regiment on the model of tbe Croats, these linen<br />

WE must not despair. Everything willhave Croats, or cravats, were also imitated. The<br />

its history told in its turn. Already English Royal Cravat was the name of a French regi­<br />

umbrellas and French lamps bave their respecment to the time of the French Revolution. So<br />

tive histories in print; theu wby should not the much for the origin of the crovot.<br />

kind protector of the human windpipe have its We are reminded tbat the cravat did not<br />

useful story related? The art of tying the moke its way suddeidy; sinee, in the archivM<br />

cravat was written, some considerable number of of the Calvinistic college in Langucdoc, where<br />

years since, by on author who signed himself the Boyle was educated, may be seen an order, com­<br />

Baron de I'Empese; but, although we are assured manding the scholars to wear black clothing, and<br />

tbat the baron brought the patience of a Bene­ not to indulge in canes, cravats, nor other thuw»<br />

dictine monk to his works, ne did not exhaust that violote modesty. Bnt what would too<br />

his subjeet. Could the history of the cravat be learned doctors of Puylawrens hove thonght of<br />

told in a hundred printed pages, and with only splendid Louis the Fourteenth's cravats, with<br />

five illustrative phites ? As well endeavour to scarlet and sky-blue satin knots, and tbeir<br />

exhaust the history of England on a sheet of note- lace falb? Not thot the old Calvinists couW<br />

paper. The worthy historiao of the cravat must have commanded much attention had they beM<br />

consider the meu who wear cravats, and the iu the neighbourhood of great Louis; French<br />

reat men wbo have not worn them. The vivacity and audacity had their play there; the<br />

torou reminds us that the cravat makes humour of the moment wos the law of the mo­<br />

the man. Is it not, then, of importance ment ; and this humour took its graceful tuna<br />

to the world to Icam that M. de Cha­ now and then. For instance, the nrinccs,<br />

teaubriand and M. de ViUfele, two eminent dressing hastily for the battle of Steinkcrq"'<br />

statesmen, could never decently dispose their cast their cravats negligently round their thro;;'<br />

cravats ? Could M. de ViUfele conduct o straight­ After the victory, charming won-.eu, look.: _<br />

forward policy with liis neckcloth awry ? No. lovingly ot the victors, adorned themaelves wi'4<br />

It is to the honour of the boron that, thirty gracefully careless little kerchiefs, and called<br />

years ago, he discovered a new point of view tbem Steinkerqaes. Advertisers bave vnlgarisea<br />

from which men might advontageously look upon these feminine gentillesses of old. It is ^'^'^<br />

human affairs ; that view was from man's neck­ that Parisian lames wear, at this moment, ^<br />

tie ! The wearer of the Gordian knot must have feriuo mantillas, and that fl^enrs are


the tradesmen who "inspire" Le Follet. These<br />

will have their day, as even the Great Louis<br />

cravots hod their day.<br />

Way for the flowing Chancellor cravats of<br />

Louis the Fifteenth's time !—they also mtist have<br />

their day. Aud their day sh^ end at the peace<br />

of Hanover, wben tbe Duke of Choiseul shall<br />

command the army of France to wear stiff stocks.<br />

Itwas a sad dayfor French ondfor English soldiers<br />

when these instruments of torture were invented.<br />

Civilinns soou broke through fhem; but only<br />

to he bound up anew in the starched muslin of<br />

Louis the Sixteenth's time. These barricades<br />

about the windpipe were especially conspicuous<br />

on o certain day when tbe National Assembly<br />

met at Versaille*; the stiff military stocks, or<br />

elegant lace cravats of the nobility, contrasting<br />

strongly (perhaps ominously) with the plain<br />

white of the commoners' neckcloths.<br />

The Revolution tore the cravat from men's<br />

throats. How could men coll loud enongh for<br />

blood, in the days of Terror, with the windpipe<br />

siiaeklcd by starched muslin? The Sans-Culottes<br />

must have their throats free, for the exercise of<br />

tbeir lungs; their enemies must have tbeir<br />

throats free, also, for the convenience of La<br />

Guillotine. Thns, tbe Marats would have<br />

done violence to the cravat; hod uot Robi;»piene<br />

set his grim, green head, upon a<br />

column of starched muslin, mathematically set<br />

up. The crovot was saved; and Republican<br />

generals, to make it doubly safe, wore two—a<br />

small black one over a large white one. There<br />

were generals, however (Piehegra, for instance),<br />

who disdained the voluminous starched bands of<br />

Paris, How the cravat grew rouud the chin,<br />

lill it threatened to burke the wearer, our<br />

readers must remember from the thousands of<br />

drawings of thiswildlydressiugtime. Men carried<br />

their poUtical faith, in those days, rouud their<br />

necks, The royalists distinguished themselves<br />

by wearing green neckcloths. And we, in ouiturn,<br />

imitated even the republicans. The first<br />

gentleman in Europe passed hia youth wrapped<br />

aliout the neck like a fresh mummy. Brumniel<br />

must be approached witb awe by the coming<br />

historian of the neckcloth. Was the delicacy<br />

with which he passed his thumb and forefinger<br />

round the upper edge of his spotless muslin<br />

ever equalled ?<br />

Let us treat this subject with the gravity it<br />

deserves. We are told that in the year nine of<br />

the Repubhc, the collar began to peep timidly<br />

above the cravat. Democratic collar! which in<br />

spite of Toryism in bross buttons and nankeens,<br />

stoutly defending the cravat in all its integrity,<br />

was destined to triumph at last iu that porticularly<br />

demonstrative tvpe of the species known<br />

as "the all-rounder!" But—not to anticipate<br />

—throughout the Consulate, the crovot held its<br />

own, ond grew, till the man was almost second to<br />

the neckcloth. The Empire brought back some<br />

of the lace of royalty. The deucate work of<br />

AlencoD encompassed the throat of tbe hero of<br />

Arcole on his coronation day. His senators<br />

imitated him ; and civilians began to stmt about<br />

with huce white knots, called ehoux. We are<br />

<strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> YEAR ROUND. rF.bu7ii,iteo] 369<br />

assured that General Lasallc's cravat was thick<br />

enongh to turn a bullet aud save his life; and<br />

it bas been moref ban hinted that Napoleon owed<br />

the defeat of Waterloo to the fact that on that<br />

great doy he wore a white cravat, with a flowing<br />

knot, " contrary to his custom."<br />

His fall moi-ked the beginning of a perilous<br />

era iu the history of the neckcloth. The<br />

Restoration took to stocks. Stocks of velvet,<br />

aud even of morocco leather, were adopted. The<br />

cravat was at (lie poiut of death, when some<br />

clever cheniisier gave it a galvanic apasm, by<br />

attaching it to the stock. It was no longer free<br />

to float in the air, however. Prodigious golden<br />

pins held it fast, uutil after the revolution of<br />

eighteen thirty, when it regained Its liberty.<br />

But it was clearly in its dotage, and to thia hour<br />

it remains in obscurity, dreaming of the glorious<br />

time when it encircled the throat of the Great<br />

Louis.<br />

One of tbe practical sages of this practical<br />

lime has calculated that the man who wears a<br />

neckcloth, and ties it properly, wastes four<br />

thousand honrs in forty years upon its knot!<br />

This same sage vehemently pane^rises the loose<br />

neck geor of the present time. Fond of figures,<br />

he bids us enjoy a knowledge of the fact (according<br />

to him), that six thousand workwomen<br />

make a good living in Paris, in arranging neckties<br />

for the civilised world.<br />

Gr. de M.—to whom wc humbly confess ourselves<br />

indebted for some of tbe materials for a<br />

serious history of the neck-cloth (whicii we uow<br />

put at the service of any ambitious frequenter<br />

of tbe British Museum reading-room who may<br />

chance to read these lines)—Gr. de M. is not<br />

equal to his subject. It overpowers him.<br />

FACES DT <strong>THE</strong> FIEE.<br />

I WATCH the drowsy night expire,<br />

And Fancy paints at my desire,<br />

Her magic pictures in the Gre.<br />

An island-farm 'mid seas of com,<br />

Swayed by the wandering breath of mom,<br />

The happy spot where I was born.<br />

The picture fadeth in its place;<br />

Amid the glow I seem to trace<br />

The shifting semblance of a face.<br />

'TIS now a little childish form,<br />

Red lips for kisses pouted warm,<br />

Aud elf-locks tangled in the storm.<br />

Tis now a grave and gentle maid.<br />

At her own beauty half afraid,<br />

Shrinking, yet willing to be stayed.<br />

'Tis now a matron with ber boys,<br />

Dear centre of domestic joys:<br />

I seem to hear the merry noise.<br />

Oh, time was yoang, aud life was warm,<br />

When first I saw tbat fairj- form,<br />

Her dark hair tossing in the storm ;<br />

And fast and free these pulses played,<br />

"nHieD last I met that gentle maid—<br />

When loBt her hand in mine it s laid.<br />

Those locks of jet are turned to grey,<br />

And ahe Is strange and far away,<br />

That might have been mine own to-day—


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oreat allculion bestowed ou accomplishments al wholly impossible to explain this phenomenon<br />

fliat hidy's establishment. Accomp!i.shnientsare by any other means than by attributing it to Ins<br />

very good things in their place, and we all excessive and morbid philanthropy. He is for<br />

kuow that there is no gentleman fworlby of the ever in the most delicate manner suggesting to<br />

name) who would not prefer a brdliantly exe­ you that you are too self-denying inyour diet. He<br />

cuted piece of Chopin's to a well-served Uttle is always giving you credit, in his htlle account,<br />

dinner, and who would not fmd consolation for for supplementary sweetbreads, chops which<br />

every deficiency in his table and household ore the chUdreu of his imogiuation, half-ponnds<br />

arrangemeiifs, iu a water-colour drawing of a of beef-suet which were left at the door<br />

rustic eoltiige, with blue smoke coming out of of your next-door neighbour. His mistakes<br />

its chimney, a poplar or two, a half-dozen of always take this form j ne never by any chance<br />

spruce lira emerging from its roof, and cleau attributes to you a sparer diet than yon bave<br />

agricultural cliildren playing before its door. indulged in, or omits to post to your (//^credit<br />

There is, then, no gentleman, worthy of the a single ounce of that thin end of tlie neck<br />

name, who would not prefer occomplisbments which was really the joint banded lost Wednes­<br />

to bou-sewifery—that ia an established fact. But day over your area railinga. Now, all these<br />

then there is, most unfortunately, a very large things require to be vigilantly looked after, and<br />

ckss of gentlemen who, in tlus respect, are un­ the wretches of men bave a notion that to attend<br />

worthy of the name. There is—I aay it with to such matters ia part of woman's mission •<br />

sorrow—a very large chiss of men who, coming Are my girls thus educated, with a view to<br />

home after a hard day's work, would prefer the cultivoUon of those qualities which I have<br />

fiuding a bright little woman waiting for them shown wUl he expected of them P Are they<br />

with a smiling face and a neat and supervised (if taught that one day tbey will hove practical<br />

I may bc allowed the expression) dinner, to a duties to perform—that they will probaoly bave<br />

greeting of the most trium|ihant l^ind on the lo make the most, for some years at any rate,<br />

piano, lollowed by a meal which save tokens of of a small income? It is astonishing what a<br />

naving been bonded over to the exclusive core " most" may be made of it, by a little thought<br />

of the servants. There are also certain abject men and good taste. Are they taught that one day<br />

who would hardly be consoled for a aeries of they willhave to merge their ovm identity in<br />

mistakes in the weekly bills, by the best water- some one else's identity F Axe they initiated In<br />

colour drawing—as above described—ever exe­ the mysteries of cooking, iu the arcana of<br />

cuted by amateur fingers; and, worst of all, butchers' bills ? I think uot.<br />

there ore—I know it for a fact—aome men ex- Now, I hove to propose an Institution for<br />

taut who, belonging to professions which tax girls, for their occupatiou during the holidays,<br />

the head throughout the day to an excess, and and at the conclusion of their education, which<br />

iu which a day of great effort is not uucommonly shall be somewhat aualogotis (the difference of<br />

bestowed in vain, the work turning out a failure sex being taken into consideration) to that sug­<br />

after alij these men, liable, from the tension of gested for boys in the article to which I have<br />

the brain, to occasional attacks of irritability, already alluded, as appearing a short time ago<br />

aud fiuding tliot such irritability is dispersed in the pages of this journal.<br />

very rapidly by a few soft aud sympathetic My mstituticwi is, in one or two respects, to<br />

words uttered in a woman's gentlest tones— reseralde that just spoken of. A considerable<br />

these peraous, I say, will hold that, when this fit decree of attention is to be bestowed ou tbe<br />

is ou ihcm, it is hardly right or kind of their boddy structure of thoae who should frequent<br />

better lialves to take that opportunity to give it, ou its growth, its strength, its due develop­<br />

Way to temper, to answer uiisympathetically or ment. My giris don't get up early enough<br />

unkiudly, or even to keep a sullen silence, to re­ in tbe morning, they don't take exercise enough,<br />

tire to the sofa and to a study of the Reverend they don't eat enough. They are inclined to<br />

runchcou Head's last volume of Sermons. dawdle, to feel relieved when luncheon-time<br />

Such men as I have hinted at above exist, comes, and the morning is proclaimed by that<br />

and, what is more dreadful still, they arc by no fact to have passed away. They shall never be<br />

means uucommoa. Uncommon ? I om not sure allowed to dawdle, or be idle, or listless, m my<br />

but that they preponderate. In fact, if the institution ou any pretence whatsoever.<br />

truth must out, I kuow that ihey do preponde­ In developing my notion of the " GIRLS'<br />

rate.<br />

Hei-iDAT OccupATioK IssTiruTE," I propose<br />

But it will be said that a wife is not to do the that there shall be the following classes: A<br />

work of servants. No, sbe is not. Bul she is Physical-Education Class; a Cookery Class; a<br />

to do tbo work that servants will not or cannot Household-Bill-ouditiug Class; a Shiit-buttondo.<br />

No household left to servants wiU prosper. Supervision Class; and a Mangy-Gossip-Sup-<br />

Tliat supervision spoken of above, is indispenpression Ckss. Tliese ore to begm with; many<br />

sable. Depend upou it the household arrange­ more would suggest themselves as the project<br />

ments will never go on without it. The dinners advanced.<br />

will fail, and the bills It is one of the Some of these classes almost speak for them­<br />

moat remarkable things connected with psycholoselves and require but little description of the<br />

gical studies to observe the tendency of the manner in which they should be worked. Tbe<br />

liuinan mind, as it is exhibited in the Butish Physical-Edueatiou Class, for instance, proclaims<br />

tradesman} .lu inaccuracy in liis accounts. It ia by its name that every kind of driU and calls-


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showing ii, shall be a prize pupil, shall be considered<br />

perfect in thia department of the institution,<br />

and shall pass on to the higher branches<br />

of the Mangy-Gossip-Suppression Class, and the<br />

Dre.'^s-Kcsignalion Class.<br />

If the different departments already enlarged<br />

upon are important, in what words shall<br />

I speak of the necessity there is for the prompt<br />

organisation of my establishment, in order that<br />

the Mangy-Gossip-Suppression Class may be instantly<br />

brought into action P Its working ahould<br />

be of tliia sort. Talking of the freest kind<br />

should be promoted among the pupils for a certain<br />

length of time, after which they should go<br />

through an exanimalion in connexion with it,<br />

and the students who were swiftest to detect<br />

at what particular points the recent convei-sation<br />

had degenerated into gossip shoidd be promoted<br />

to high places in the establishment, and should<br />

be exonerated for a certaiu number of days from<br />

attendance iu the Household-Bill-auditing and<br />

irocuroble from the London shambles, never<br />

fistens to any auch narratives any more.<br />

Tbe instances of departments quoted above<br />

will be sufficient to furnish some idea of the<br />

establishment which I propose should be started<br />

with OS little delay as posaible. Many more<br />

examples might be given, aa, for instance, the<br />

Dress-Resignation Class, in which young ladies<br />

shoidd be induced to settheirbeartsou somenewfashioned<br />

garment, aud should resign it at the<br />

request of other pupils, who should be supposed<br />

to personate husbands unconvinced of the<br />

oeauty, and quite convinced, of the expense,<br />

of the article of costume iu question. A consideration<br />

of this branch of mysubject suggests to<br />

me at once the inquiry: Whom do my girls<br />

dress for ? Do my eldest girl, for iiwtance, who<br />

is engaged to young Mr. Judex, the barrister,<br />

dress to please that discriminating personage ?<br />

Is it to please him that she wears a bonnet with<br />

a great, hard, empty crown sfickiu" out behind,<br />

Shirt - button- Supervision Classes — o reward which is (or was five mmutes ago) the fashion<br />

which should lilcewise be conferred upon all , in Paris, and with a blazing rlbbou and rosette<br />

pupils who had declined to listen to stories oppended to it ? Is it to gratify his taste that sbe<br />

seasoned with that most piquaute of all sauces, puts ou a red petticoat with a steel cage under­<br />

the disparagement of a dear and mtimate friend. neath it, whicii renders it impossible for that<br />

The students in this deportment ahould also go young man to give her his arm when they walk<br />

tiirough 0 course of instruction, iu which they out, aud which swept the cloth and the lamp clean<br />

should be tought to look with suspicion upon off my work-table only last ni^ht F Is it to<br />

ail such members of the Institution as should please Mr. Judex that she does aQ this ? Not a<br />

conic into the room in a hm-ried, breathless, aud bit of it. I think I have heard thot gentlemau<br />

fussy state of importance, saying, '* I've come, express, more than once, views ou all these<br />

at great personal inconvenience, to tell you some­ matters diametrically opposed to the adoption<br />

thing which I think you ought to know;" or, of the fashions just spoken of. The young<br />

" I have just heard a report about Miss Lamb, ladies dress for themselves, and at each other.<br />

m connexion with last week's bill-auditing, The details of my Institution grow uuder my<br />

and as to the truth of which Miss Wolf, who is hands, and I find it difficult to abstain from a<br />

well-informed ou the subjeet, is ready to pledge still more lengthened development of its iu-<br />

herself at any moment."<br />

teiitioo and the mauner of its working, than<br />

Great pains should be taken with the Mangy- eveu tliis into which I have entered. The com­<br />

Gohsip-Suppression Class. The elder pupils bination of public nurseries with the esta­<br />

sliuulu be instructed to enter into plots with each blishment, for instance, is a thing that suggests<br />

other for the concoction of some very intricate itself at once as desirable. All yonng girls are<br />

story, and the junior members of the class shuuld foud of nursing, and the advantages that would<br />

be lured in all conceivable ways to listen to oc- accrue to my pupils from an occasional supercouuls<br />

of the same, furnished by all sorts of intendence of temporary homes forcbildren whose<br />

persons, who should be especially qualified for mothers are employed at work, would be very<br />

puiTcying the exact truth of the matter by great indeed.<br />

Kuowmg nothing whatever about it, Then, in But whither, some one asks, is all this tend­<br />

reference to this very question of the rights ing ? You are training up these young ladies to<br />

and the wrongs of the dispute between Mesdemoi- be upper-nurses and upper-housekeepers. Not<br />

selles Wolf and Lamb, who is there who could so. I am training tbem up to be wives and<br />

approach the new pupd, little Credula Swallow, mothers. It niust uot be forgotteu for a mo­<br />

with auch ceriaiu information as to oil the parment that my Institution is only supposed lo be<br />

ticulars of the qubstion in dispute as Miss supplementary to those establishments where<br />

Chiuk, who had it from Miss Keyhole, who, iu the accomplishments aud studies of which an<br />

her turn, heard all about it from the next-door- ordinary education consists are done ample<br />

but-five neighbours of the Peep-o'-day-boys, justice to. What I ask is this: is equal justice<br />

whose estates in Ireland are in immediate con­ done to those accomplishments the importance<br />

tact with the bog-country, which belongs to the of which I am venturing to urge ?<br />

Irish branch (non-resident) of the Fox family, At my time of life I seldom or never go to<br />

who arc related, as everybody knows, by the parties, but last summer I was persuaded, when<br />

mother's side, to this very Miss Wolf herself, ot Cheltenham, lo attend one of these festivities<br />

about whom the story is circulated ! Of courae, ot the house of o very old and dear friend. At<br />

the new pupil falls iuto the trap, and^ listens to the conclusion of the party, as X was comiug<br />

all this, and being punished by a week's auditing oway, I happened to look into a back-drawing-<br />

, ot the moat mtricate (and greasy) butchers' hdls room whicii I thought was empty, and thereT


874 Ali-FHE YEAR ROUNT>:<br />

[rn-rtt-trt^y<br />

saw a figure wbidi I«liidliierer forget. Itwas aupp'"-"^ —' ""• <br />

was a celemrated beantywhowas-tfans occupied, from tbe eye of the mui whose kinsm<br />

and as I looked and remembered'whiit «he was murdered seewred to him quite a-snil,.<br />

onoe, and what she might hare been, I asked snrance tliat Home was no longer a<br />

myseV'wiietfacr timwvs a bril^aat termhiation to bim. Perhaps, also, he felt no desi<br />

a career P<br />

a city in which law and order wcro^<br />

There is no-dressin thewardiouse of Messrs. to bc paramount. 60 he cfftne frcBB^^<br />

Howell and James which will so set aff and sence of Bixlus, and told Vittoria T<br />

decorate a woman's charms, believe me, aa that must seek a home elsewiiere. She,<br />

garb wlitch she weaves abimt Iter by her own was ready enoug'h to tum'her back \<br />

good deeds. There is no splendoor of deco­ for'Romewas begimiing, we are told. ^^^<br />

ration which will win for her tbe admiratiou— baok on her. Ntit by any means, it n; 1<br />

to pnt it on no ki^ier ground—which the derstood, because it was felt that ber *<br />

reputation that she has ordered her household had been base, unwomanly, or .__ ~<br />

WMI, will gain for her from all the world. because it had been imprmeiif, and*!!<br />

There is no wreath of flowers, no coronet sagacity and judgment. "There is 1^<br />

of jewels, which will surround Wr bead witb says the historian, " the tittle-tattle aiif<br />

such a blow of glory, as tbisieport—that, as a of the Roman hidics about her, Om<br />

wife aud as a mother, she lived without a fault. a person of Irigh rank, who had 'at \.<br />

Let my girls once .get this into their heads. Let very fond of hw, conld not refrain froi., ,.,.,„ .,<br />

tliem once feel assured that Ihey come out to disdoinFully, 'See, now, what that silly 1ml<br />

more advantage — a million-fold—occnpied in Vittoria hag done for herself I She might havi;<br />

their home duties, than ID the gayest ball-dresses been the flrst princess in Rome; and ahe lirin<br />

that modem ingenuity can devise; once let taken for a husband a living gangrene, full cf<br />

these things be thoroughly reco^leed, and I sores, and ftfly years old !' "<br />

tlnnk I may answer for it Ihat the Ili^strar- It ia worth noting that to be the wife of:!<br />

Geueral mil not have to complain of a decline pope's favourite nephew, even though jxin ini<br />

in the number of marriages, and that SirCres- neTjliew be peasant bom, is evidently ili<br />

well Cre»we!l will hove on easier time of it than the Roman dames of rank a biglier po,-:it •<br />

he has had of late.<br />

to be wife to the proudest and most po^':! M .<br />

baron in Italy, And ia a society far tuo 1 • •; •to<br />

recognise nonourablcncss as anything • i. •; .'<br />

VITTORIA ACCORAMBONI. from profit and power, or to estimate ii<br />

A TEUE IiALUM HisxoRT. Is NiKE CHAPIEBS. in proportion.to its productiveness of these, % I<br />

examples of the Riarci, the Borgtns, and lb<br />

CHAfTBK Vn. A WEDDING EXCUBSIOII.<br />

Famesi, abundantly justify tiie correctness of<br />

TffE remark of one of tbe biographers of tbeir appreciation. Vittoria's mother, it mayl*<br />

Sixtus—the monk Tcmpesti—on the conduct of said, was of a different opinion. But the choice<br />

the Pope towards Orsini, is too curiously illus­ before her was not between Orsini and a pope's<br />

trative of the moral sense and notions of the nephew, but between tie latter and one who<br />

time to be passed over. The' disobedience of migbt, or who possibly might never, become ihc<br />

the prince to the precept foriiidding him to former. It is further veiy noticeable that tk<br />

marry Vittoria, would have afforded, says the kidy of rank who calls Vittoria "a siliyfooV<br />

monk, an excellent opportunity of taking ven­ (matta)—for having played her cards as she<br />

geance for the murder of Peretti. But, barmg had done, evidently takes it for granted that siic<br />

pardoned the flrst oflenee when cardmal, Sixtus was a consenting party to the murder of her<br />

did not like immediately to punish the second as first husband, inasmuch as ou uo other soppo-<br />

pope. He, therefore, intimated to him the order sirion could it be aaid tbait sbe might iiave been,<br />

to send away his bandit followers, so that if he OS Francesco Peretti's wife, tbe greatest princess<br />

disobeyed this command "this fault might serve in Rome.<br />

as an opportunity of punishing tlte first most itwas aboutthe middle of June,. 1585, not<br />

heinous offence. A serttiaeni truly w&rthf aad qnite two months after the electiou of Sixtu-S<br />

prinfe'y.'"<br />

tlmt Orsini and his wife left Rome. A pretext<br />

The general coirrse of the conduct and ad- fw their departure—for such a step could not<br />

mmistration of Sixtus, however, were such as with any decorum be taken by anch a pcrsonaire<br />

to j«stify us in believing that his sentiments iu those d^s without a false reason to hide tii£<br />

were less prmecJy than his admiring biographer true one;—was fouud iu the recommendation of<br />

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his physicians that he shoidd try certain .mineral the head of a little bay on tbe western shore<br />

waters in the neighbourhood of the Lago di of the lake, ot no very great distance from<br />

Garda for his health.<br />

Brescia.<br />

Vittoria smd her husband were accompanied Ludovico Orsini, iu the mean linae, had gone<br />

on tlieir joumoy by that Ludovico Orsini of ou to Venice; and shortly succeeded in obtain­<br />

whoae dealings with the peace ofiiccrs of tbe ing from tbe senate the command of the Vene­<br />

city the reader has already beoKl. He, too, as tian troops iu Corfn.<br />

may readily be imagined, found Rome nnder Orsini and his wife remained during the rest<br />

Sixtus the Fifth no longer a desirable residence. of the summer at Salo; wh?re, says the his­<br />

Things were not as tbey were. Tbe good old torian, " he bu-ed a superb villa, and strove by<br />

times, when a gentleman could live like a gen­ various jKistimes to ttivert his wife, and h«<br />

tleman, were gone. Rome was goiu^ to the own profound melancholy caused by his infir­<br />

dogs, andlie, for his part, did not know what mities of body, whieh became more and more<br />

things were coming to. We have heard similar frooblesome, and by tbe memories of Rome,<br />

grumblings under similar cireumstances, with a nnd df his own excesses," Tbe picture of the<br />

similar impressiian of the aocuratc truth of the " interior" of Vittoria and her princely husband<br />

last nf the com^aincr's aascrtioiis.<br />

in their delicioas ^'illa in oae of tbe loveliest<br />

Thia Ludovioo, who had thus fjdlen on bad spots in Europe, is not hard to imagine. OuW^<br />

times, was a cousin of the prince; and being, wc should be inclined to suggest, that iu aU<br />

as we have seen, a gentleman of high and nice probabihty the parts sustained in that dosaestie<br />

feelings when the honour of the family waa in drama, as far as the efforts to amuse were con­<br />

question, had been grievously p:uncd and ofcerned, were ratherthe reverse of the oast supfended<br />

by the misjillianoc made oy the head of posed by the historiaai. Wc canuot but sus­<br />

hia race. The enmilyarieing frwn this circumpect that. Uiese " efforts " fell to thesiare of liB<br />

stance was, wilh tbat chivalrous sense of justice young wife, while the all too' unaoHuable<br />

and fairness which is ever found nnited with patient was the princely husband. Perhaps,<br />

the feelings that moved Ludovico, exhibited by alao, we might venture to infer t4»t thoeesweet<br />

liim, not towarda the powerful and wadtliy summ^ months on the beautiful shores of the<br />

lake beteved by poets, were not a period of im-<br />

: fellow !" but whoUy ogaiioflt Vittoria, tlie mixed connubial felicity to the lady Vittoria.<br />

itebicg. So tbat, ^r ber at least, this The reward of ambitionhad not oomeyet. But<br />

addition to the &imtly travelling party did periiaps it waS'coming, and that in no very dis­<br />

not promise to alleviate awy of the dis- tant future. That one's newly uisrried husband<br />

:;i^e;d)le circumstances whjci neceaaarily ot- should weigh twenty stmie, and bavea"lnpa"<br />

li'd tO'it.<br />

consuming his bloated limbs, may in c«e point<br />

r.i'arinff in mind Whatjjonrneys were in thoae of view be unfavourable circumstances. But<br />

s under the best circumstances, ctue may from a different staud^oiut they may be very<br />

'V that Vittoria, wilh ber diseased and mnch the reverse. After all, a wdl-jointurea<br />

'kingly unwieldy husbtuid, and tlie hostile widowiiood, to be made tbe most of whale yet<br />

: ii-'inan, who hated her oe t^eieauee not only iu the flower of her age and tbe pride of her<br />

uf disgrace to his family, bnt of this exile from beauty, with the rank of a piinoees, and the<br />

Iheii' homes in the world's cepital,ilidDot much revenue ef one, oDght be a better thing than<br />

enjoy her " bridal trip." We are ioelined to to be the wife of cither •a pope's nephew<br />

decidedly of the opinion of the HMuan lady or a great prince. We oan imderstand that<br />

i :ink,J3id to think that there was nolhing, at the position of a wife may well have begun<br />

1 events yet, to repay oue fox" uiuideriug' a to show itself to the b«iatifal and accom­<br />

Husband.<br />

plished Vittoria as uot the most desirable in the<br />

It was in the territory of Venice that Orsiui world.<br />

had determined on seoking a safe offjrlam and Still Vittoria could not disguise from herself<br />

a liome. There had beeu a connexion of long that she had rather difficult csa^ to play. The<br />

standing between the girrerBment of the great %vhole of tbe great Orsial dan were her enemies,<br />

republic and the Orsini faiiuly,.iiieee than oue forthe same reason that snoved the enmity of<br />

of the imme havingheld eominandof tbe forces Ludovico. From the Pope sbe hod little Teasou<br />

of tho Queen of the Adriatic. And whanat length to expect either fiiwur or protection. Tlie Duke<br />

the traveilers had arrived witlun a sliort dis- of Florence, and the powerful Cardinal dei<br />

tttoe of the city, tbe senate sent nesaetigers Modioi, bis'toother, vrere hostile to her, on tlw<br />

"~ lor'Onsini a guard of honour, audio puwic grounds whioh have been explained. Her own.<br />

' bdo tha city. Thia, however, the nrinoe eldest brotlier, the only one of them who Ind<br />

ltd; and tliinkiog, probably, that under all such a position aa could have enabled bim io-<br />

ta oiroomstsncos the less of publicity attteading afford her any aupjiort or protection, had also<br />

hia movements the better, he detennuied'ou'not been estranged from her l^ tbe marri^e she<br />

eoiiip to Venice at all. Tumiwg bis steps, had contraeted in despite of his prohibitien. It<br />

''•••rpfore, towards P-adiia, he hired in that city was a dreary outlook into ther futore for a ycrong<br />

ii:igmfieont poluoe for his residence during beauty only a few years out of her girtiiooir<br />

oming winter, and Ihen moving on in the And as her husbnnd's increasing malady bronght<br />

• ion of the Lago di Garda, estabUshed bim- the consideration of it more ctlosely before ber,<br />

ir the summer at Salo, .a lovely «pot at/ she felt that she should need all that the most<br />

I<br />

head of his house, who " had been bewitched,<br />

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376 <strong>ALL</strong> <strong>THE</strong> YEAR HOUND.<br />

cautious prudence and self-possessioii could<br />

effect.<br />

Onini, to do him jnstice, seems to hove been<br />

anxious, whcai the conviction of the great preoariousnne<br />

of bis life forced itself on bim, to<br />

aaka the beet provision he could for ber who<br />

had been eitlier the partner or tbe victim of his<br />

crime. Ahout the he^nning of November in<br />

that autumn of I5S5, he made spontaneously,<br />

aa tlie historians especially assure ns, a will<br />

bequeathing to Vittoria a hundred thousand<br />

to be too great a mnn to be contradicted. The<br />

dinner was brought, aud once again the groat<br />

body hod the pleasure of swallowing. Ths<br />

prince, says tbe hiatorion, ate and drank ta<br />

usual. But, scarcely hod bc finished his repast,<br />

before he fell iuto a stale of inscnsibililv; in<br />

which condition he remmncd till two hours<br />

before sunset, when he expired.<br />

CIUPTER Vni. WIDOWHOOD IK <strong>THE</strong> EUTEtSTu<br />

CENTDBY : ITS PUDS AND CONS.<br />

crowns in money, beaides a very considerable TH]S Sudden cataatrophe was a terrible hlon-<br />

roperty in plate, jewels, furniture, carriages, to Vittoria, wbo seems to have been perfectly<br />

Eoraes, &c. It was further ordered that a palace well aware of all tbe dangers and difiicullics of<br />

should be purchased for ber m any city of Italy her position. "As soonas sue saw thot the prmce<br />

she might select, of the volue of ten thousand was dead," writes the monk Tcmpesti, " tac iU-<br />

crowns, and a villa of the value of six thouadvised Vittoria-fell into a swoou; and when<br />

sand. Moreover, a household of forty servauts she recovered from it, gave wayto utter despair,<br />

was to be maintmned for her. And the Duke oppressed by the tumult of thoughts which all<br />

of Ferrara was named tbe executor of this at once rushed to her mind. She tliought of the<br />

wiU.<br />

loss of her present grandeur, of tbe necessity of re­<br />

Having made this provision, the prince deturning to an obscure life vrithout protecton<br />

termined on a journey to Venice in search of and without support, exposed to the rage of the<br />

better medical aid. But a journey In this direc­ Orsini, deteated by Ludovico, by the Cardiii.il<br />

tion did not by any means suit tbe plans which dei Medici, and by all that royal family. She<br />

Viltoria had determined on. Reflecting on the sow vividly before her, her first murdered hus­<br />

dangerous amount of hostility wliich would band, who upbraided her with the gfrcat lovi'<br />

surround her on every side as soon as her hus­ he held borne ner. And this painful thought was<br />

band should have breathed his last, and conscious rendered more insupportable by the conaidcra-<br />

that this would be increased by the exorbitancy tion of the incomparaole greatness of the Pcrelii<br />

of the provisions of the will In ber favour, she family, now that Sixtus was pope. Overpowered<br />

bad made up her nund that her only safe course by these bitter reflections, which thus shaped<br />

was to get faer husband out of Italy while it themselves to her mind, 'If only I had uod<br />

was yet possible, over tbe Swiss frontier, whicii better judgment, I should now be a princess in<br />

is at no great distance from Sato, so that at the the enjoyment of every happiness in Rome! I<br />

moment of his death sbe and her property might should be waited on, coui-ted, worshipped hy all<br />

bc in safety under the protection of the Cantons. Rome, instead of being an exile, a wanderer,<br />

But tbe journey to Venice threatened to destroy wilh treachery around me ou sdl sides, and<br />

this scheme, for it became, daily more evident odious to Sixtus, whom T bave so deeply out­<br />

that the end was not far off.<br />

raged !' Sbe felt so keen a pang of shtune and<br />

Viltorio, therefore, strove to persuade him, despair, that she seized a pistol to put an end<br />

before they had got tar on their way, io return to ner troubles. But her brother Flammio<br />

to Salo. And, as the sufferings of the invalid in (who had joined ber immedialelv after her hui-<br />

traveUing were greater thau he had anticipated, bond's death) struck it from herhand."<br />

slie had not much difficulty in doing so ; though Her brother Marcello hod olso joined her at<br />

the difficulty of moving, which drove him Salo, aud the first step they took was to write<br />

back, seemed to promise ill for tbe scheme of to announce the death to her enemy Ludovioo,<br />

gettii^ him to travel very far in the opposite who was still, it seems, at Venice, not havmg<br />

direction.<br />

yet departed to enter on his new dutiffl at<br />

Onthe twelfth of November, however, Orsini "Corfu.<br />

felt a little better. On the thirteenth his phy­ Prince Paolo Giordano Orsini had left by liB<br />

sicians bled him, ond left hira with somewhat first wife, Isabella dei Medici, a son, Virginio<br />

of better hope tbat, by strict attention to a Orsini, who was at the time of hia father's oeatli<br />

severe system of diet, aud extreme temperance, beiu" educated at Florence, uuder the care of<br />

some degree of restoration might be looked for, the duke, his maternal uncle. This young man<br />

To Vittoria this reprieve was all-important, as was, of course, the ootural heir of the deceased<br />

promising a possibility of putting her plon for prince; and the will made in favour of his<br />

escaping into a secure asylum mto execution. widow, though it in no wise touched the im­<br />

Tbe noble potieut only knew that he felt better mense territorial possessions, nor would, accord­<br />

than he had for many days; and, Uttle in the ing to our mode of feeling on such matters,<br />

habit of suffering a denial to the demand-^ of any appear an unreasonably large provbion forllic<br />

of his appetites, and dehghted to find that any widow of a man of such fortune and position,<br />

of chem were stiU sufficiently alive to afford him woa denounced by the famdv as monstrouily<br />

the means of a gratification, he ordered, as soou unjust towoi'ds the heir. Their first step was lu<br />

as ever the doctors were out of the house, that attempt to set tbe document aside, legolly.on the<br />

dinner should be served him. Nobody dared to ground of its having been made at the insiigalin'<br />

disobey or to remonstrate; so fine a tliiug is it qf loo violent an affection.<br />

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Vittoria, when the first violence of her despair havmg thus shown her the vanity of all earthly<br />

had ia some degree subsided, ou looking; round hopes and pleasures, and put the possing hoars<br />

her to see where she migbt hope for aid, tlccided to profit in preporiiig herself for eternity, as it<br />

on making three applications. Her first letter waa very evident that the Orsiui would not be<br />

was to the Duke of Fcrrara, who bad been named content vrithout compassing her death.<br />

the executor of her husband's will. Aud the The dramatis personie of this faithful extract<br />

duke, it would seem, promised that he would, from the chronicles of the good old times, are,<br />

and did take care, that any questions arising on every one of them, it must be admitted, far from<br />

it should be honestly and fairly determined by engaging characters. Bnt the present writer<br />

the proper tribunals, and that it should receive may mention, as a little bit of confidence between<br />

full execution. The second letter was to the bim and the reader, that he, for his part, would<br />

senate of Venice, in which sbe set forth her experience less repugnance in takbg any one of<br />

friendless position, mentioned modestly her them by the haud—even the uoble twenty-stone<br />

claims on llic protection of the republic as the Orsini himself—than this young man of saintly<br />

widow of an Orsini, and besought the senators morals developed into a bishop.<br />

to see that she had jnstice done her. Thia ap­ In the mean time, Ludovico Orsini had arrived<br />

plication also was favourably received ; aud the in Padua from Venice ; and his first interview with<br />

senate ordered their governor inPadua to see that the beautifid widow showed her only too clearly<br />

she was put in possession of at least tbat valu­ what, sbe hod to expect of justice, forbearance,<br />

able movable properW in jewels, &c., which was or knightly bearing from so illustrious a noble­<br />

then in tbat city. Tue third application was n man. He come with a retinue of armed men at<br />

more difficult one to make; and in it sbe took a his heels, whom he bade to surround the house,<br />

totally different tone. In ber letters to the aud keep good watch that nothing left It; while<br />

Duke of Feri-ara and to the Venetian Senate, she be went in, and roughly calling the frightened<br />

evidently had not abandoned the hope of secur­ widow to bis presence, oade her give account to<br />

ing the splendid position which her husband had him of everything the late prince had left.<br />

intended to provide for her. But in the tliird, Having no means of resistance, Vittoria had no<br />

which was to no other thanPope Sixtus, she repre­ choice Dnt to obey. But Ludovico, finding, we<br />

sent s herself to stand in a very different position. are told, that certain objects of value which he<br />

She appeoi-s to take it as cerlain, in writing to knew his cousiu to have hod in his possession<br />

liim, that she shall fail in making good her claim to were not forthcoming, became so violeut in his<br />

;i ny provision whatever under her husband's vrill; threats, that, bemg ui fear for her life, she pro­<br />

ildos not even intimate any intention of resisting duced the missing articles, " and gave bim good<br />

the intentions of his family; talks much of her words, and behaved with so much submission,<br />

If iiiorse, and repentance, disgust with the world that he wrote off to the Cardinal dei Medici, that<br />

iiid all its vanities; and begs of hia charity an there would be no difficulty in the busmess, and<br />

;i[iiis of five hundred crowns^to enable her to that the whole matter was In his own hands."<br />

I'uter some convent either in Rome or Venice. Ou learning, however, shortly afterwards, that,<br />

It may bc shrewdly doubted whether Vittoria notwithstanding her timidity and apparent suh-<br />

intended this humble pica for the injured Pope's missiveness, the widow had already mode appli­<br />

merciful cousideration to be taken by him quite cation to powerful protectors, and had taken<br />

literally. Sixtus, however, cither did not, or steps for the enforcing of her legal rights, the<br />

would not, see any other meaning in it. Hiti noble bully was all the more enraged, from having<br />

•ii-iter Cammilla, whose a^ony for the loss of her prematurely boasted to the Medici of his power<br />

-I we bave seen, and who found it too hard a to crush her and her pretensions so easily.<br />

~k to pardon the false wife, who bod, as she Vittoria, moreover, immediately, as it would<br />

i'libted not, conspired to murder him, would seem, after this scene of violence, took the<br />

fain have bod the Pope reject her supplication. prudent step of removing to the house her bus-<br />

But, " Whot!" said Sixtus, " if this wretched oand had hired in Padua. She was there more<br />

creature repents, ond wishes to spend the re­ immediately under the protection of tbe podesta<br />

mainder of her life in God's service, shall we, his of that city, who bad been charged by the senate<br />

Vicar, refuse to her the means of doing so ?" So to see that the will iu her favour was duly car­<br />

be gave orders that the exact sum asked, neither ried into executiou as far as tbe goods situated<br />

more nor less, should be remitted to her at within the territory of the republic were con­<br />

Padua.<br />

cerned ; and was altogetber, in such o city as<br />

• Vittoria wrote also to ber brother, the Bishop Padua, less exposed to any hiwless violence than<br />

of Fossombrone, acquainting him with the mis­ at Salo.<br />

fortune that had befallen her. It is likely that Meanwhile the Duke of Ferroro hod also beeu<br />

ahe bad placed no great reliance on help or taking steps to have Vittoria's title to the<br />

comfort from this quarter. But she, in all pro­ chattel property duly decided by the Venetian<br />

bability, hardly expected to receive a reply, in courts. Aud ou the tweuty-third of December a<br />

which the right reverend prelate, whose morals decision was given on tbe various points raised in<br />

had by this time, it is to be supposed, reached a her favour. Whether she would ever be able to<br />

pitch of the most aggravating sanctity, told her, make good her chum to the remainder of the<br />

tiiat since her present position was maerable, large property to which sbe was eutilled nnder<br />

nnd there was every reason to suppose thai her husband's will, seemed exceedingly doubt­<br />

• ISO was at hand, she ought to thank God for ful. But, as was always tbe case at that period,


srs<br />

AEL TEE YEAR RODNX).<br />

mhokaierj m^IaiKcr portion of the wealth<br />

of ths mk anuBteiriii plate, gema, in all prfibability to haw already<br />

workm a-okonge in the fair wuLmr's views 'as to<br />

tbe desirability of endmg her days in a^onreat,<br />

andosrtainly not disposuig her to f^opt.her reverend<br />

brother's pwuB and fratenud node of<br />

looking at her position and pros^ieets.<br />

But if the.sentenoe of the judges' at Paduo<br />

was of soffieicoit inpovboM to toake a notsble<br />

difference in tbe-proefeots of Vittoria,.it had un­<br />

happily a faUff prnpoBticinate effect in exas-<br />

Mnting tiie rage and cnpidity of her enemies.<br />

And thereeult wbidiioUowea in the powerfid<br />

and pofinloiu walled city of Padua, under the<br />

alrong and vigilant govemmeot of (be Republic<br />

of Venice—by far the best of any then existing<br />

ia Italy—is a notable and strikii^ sample en<br />

tbe social life of the sixteenth ecstucy.<br />

That same ni^, the ni^t of the twenty-third<br />

of Deeenil>er, uie house m which Vittona was<br />

living was forcibly entered by forty armed men<br />

in disguise. The firat person tbey met wae<br />

Flaminio Accoramboni, who was imsiediately<br />

slain. Marcello, the other brotlicr,.bad left the<br />

home but a short time ivevionaly, and thus<br />

saved his life. The assassins then proceeded to<br />

the chamber of Vittoria, and one of them, o<br />

certain Count Paganello, aa it afterwaids<br />

appeared, seized h^ by the aems, astshe threw<br />

herself upon her knees, and held her, while<br />

Bortolomoo Visconti—anotlier uoble, observe—<br />

plunged a dag«cr into her side, aud " wrenched<br />

It ujiwurds and downwurds until be found her<br />

heart."<br />

CKAPTEH rx. <strong>THE</strong> SIAJESTT OF <strong>THE</strong> LAW.<br />

HAD the deed thus quickly doue, and quickly<br />

toW, beeu perpetrated in those days in any other<br />

part of lUily save the territory of the Queen<br />

of the Adriatic (aud, it is fair to add, save Rome,<br />

alss, during the abort five yeara of the papacy of<br />

Bixlus the Fifth), this history would protebty<br />

have been all told, and have ended here. But<br />

the government of Venice, Willi oU ita faults,<br />

did perform more of the duties for which all<br />

govenunents are eslablialied, than tbat of any<br />

of the Italian afatea of that day, and meted<br />

out justice with an importialily ond a vigour<br />

unknown elsewhere. How mucli vigour was<br />

needed for the task, aid how hard o struggle<br />

law—even in the liands of the powerful<br />

and unbending oligarchy of Venice—hod with<br />

lawless violence, is curiously shown by what follows.<br />

The paucity of dates, universal in the old<br />

Italian chroniclers, has already been complained<br />

of. But with regard to the concluding facts of<br />

this history, we are puzzled by the multiplicity<br />

of them. They all, however, especially as given<br />

by a contemporary writer, whose account was<br />

reproduced in the pages of the Revue des Deux<br />

Mondee some twenty years ago, mention days of<br />

the mouth oaly. The dhurderof Vitton,,.. . ,<br />

tofaavetakaaphioft oa theucfafc of the cveiin<br />

third of Deoerobar: Anditbel^MMh-iifitantei:<br />

the story na not douUiag that tlds vntlw lieembsr<br />

foUewun tlu SoToidba if -r' -<br />

Orsini died. Yet itr is hordly^powibl'<br />

pose thst oil which raiwt bam &amH-i<<br />

mterim, the protest ofoiast tl»wul, l;:< i .. .„<br />

tatioBfi b^ween Ludovico and the Mt.'dict ei<br />

Floreooe, t^ action in ths matter of tlie Diikv<br />

of Fernua, and, dbove all, the lc§^ exuinirialinii<br />

and dedsian of the Paduan law eoarls, ull took<br />

pdaoe within forty daya. Moreover, SOIIK; of ilie<br />

dates assigned te the remaiDing ^ete of (he<br />

story are evidently erroneous. Aaeumiiiir, llicu,<br />

that the date ofthe murder is corrcotlyi,n»i'ii,as<br />

being tbat least likely to have been fotpittoii,<br />

tlic remaining facts may beat batold, witliout<br />

attempting any accurate atatement of Die dayt<br />

on which they occurred. They uo dynbl ha\\pened<br />

aa related, iraracdiBtely after the cuoimisaion<br />

of the murder.<br />

On the momiug following, the bodies of lbf<<br />

murdered brother and sister were taid ia n<br />

ueighb&uriiu; church, and all Padta'thronicedto<br />

see the pitiml sight. The exceediug beauty of<br />

Vittoria moved to frensy the pity aiid iudi^^ntion<br />

of a people whose capacity for emoii-a '.<br />

fostered and cultivated by every peeui .^ui<br />

the social system in which they liviJ • •<br />

expense of their reflectiveipowersami j:; •<br />

They "gnashed witb thetr teetii," a^ '<br />

toriao says, against those who could i.<br />

heart to destroy so lovely a form. (': ><br />

the news of such a murder was veryraiiiili <<br />

all over Italy ; and when It readied K


Clurlei DleltMii,] <strong>ALL</strong> TME YEAR SOUND. »j 37!:<br />

derer was probably no little astonished at the would be sufficient to convince the magistrates<br />

measures the Venetian maeistratea were taking. llmt the easiest and beat course was to drop the<br />

His Roman experiences lulLy jui-ilitied him in matter, as he had so often seen to lye the case.<br />

thinking that ifc was quite ouL of the question So lie gathered his men 111*0 his house, barri-<br />

tbat a man of Uis name aud sSation should he ettded doors and wmdows, and ])i«pared to stand<br />

in earnest calle*! upon to aiiBwer for his'deeds. a siege.<br />

And lie probably little thought, even ye t^ that The audacity, and to modem notions, the<br />

the outrage hia bravoes liail eomiuittcd would absurdity, of au individual thus attempting to<br />

bo foUowed by any serioiiis results. When brave the whole power' of the state, and that<br />

ordered to put liis answer to the queBtaoas of sl'Ote V«iiiee, is to ns hardly intelligible. But<br />

tlte tribunal into writing, he positively refused powerfoliaB the senate of Venice was—far more<br />

to degrade hunself by doing auything of the [lowerful than any other Italimi government of<br />

kiud. But he offered to show-tiie'raagdstratcs that peiiiod—and fully determined as the magis­<br />

a letter, which ho had wiitten to his' mlative, trates were to vlndieate the outrage done to<br />

the Prince Viri^inio Orsini, iil: Fiownee, in whieli.<br />

the truth, SB far as licwas concerned, respecting<br />

the latC'Occm'reBQes, was stated, and. wiiich he<br />

demanded to be allowed to send. Themt^'jitrales<br />

coneiUled on the propraety of at once<br />

arresting Ium. But the presence of hia band of<br />

armed followers, and^ tlic certainty that the<br />

arrest would not be effected wilhait the loss .of<br />

pi'obably many ilives, induced)them;to teflroorase.<br />

He was permitted to send the letter^ wluch, of<br />

course, represenfed' him as alliogether igjuorant<br />

of the- means by which the Prinsess VSttoriaimd<br />

met her death, and to depart from' the townhall.<br />

But the' magistrates ^ve instant orders that<br />

thegoftesand walls of the city should be^^uarded,<br />

and no one pffirmitted, without speciel license, to<br />

leave the town. They also caused the meesenger,<br />

who was carrying Orsini's letter to his<br />

cousin, to ba stopped aaaoon as he wos'clearof<br />

the city gates; and, on searching him, found a<br />

second letter; to the following effect:<br />

"XO <strong>THE</strong> IIXCrSTIUOUS tOW^ <strong>THE</strong> EHDfCE<br />

VIIlGnflO OBSINI.<br />

" MOST ILLUSTRIOUS SIGNOB. We.have execiil<br />

ed that which was determined ou between<br />

n^; and that in snch sort, that we have.entirely<br />

(lu|)ed the noble Captain Tondini [probably the<br />

fliief of the Paduan magistrates], so that I pass<br />

iuie for the most upright man m the world. I<br />

•iili the job in peraon. Do not fail, therefore, to<br />

udhere forthwith the people yon kuow of."<br />

This letter -was- iimnediately seut off to Venice<br />

by tke magistrates. And.the.same ovemug.(say<br />

the contemporary aocownts, though, bearing in<br />

mind the distance, about twenty miles, and the<br />

usual rate of locomotion at that day, tlik seems<br />

hardly credible) a special commissioner, Signor<br />

Luigi Bra^adino, no leas a maU'than one of the<br />

chiefs of tJie Council of Ten, arrived m Padua<br />

with full powers from the senate, and orders to<br />

take, alive or dead, at any cost, Ludovico Orsini<br />

aud all his followers.<br />

The lion of St. Mark was a different guess<br />

sort of power to have to deal with from the imbecile<br />

and corrupt successors of St. Peter, under<br />

whose no-rule Orsini had formed his ideas of<br />

public juetice. Things began to look very serious.<br />

But still he could not yet imagine that it would<br />

literally come to pass that he should be seized<br />

ond brought to trial, like a common plebeian.<br />

He thought, probably, that a show of resistance<br />

y ^<br />

their authority by the perpetrators of the late<br />

crime, "at any cost," as their orders ran, the<br />

•means to whicii they were obligedto resort for<br />

the attEunment' of this end are a very significant<br />

proof of the sort of difficnlties the civil<br />

ipower had to anitend with' in aixteenth-century<br />

Italy.<br />

Luiffi Bi-agadino; chief of the dreaded Ifeu,<br />

immedtabely on his arrival proceeded to the<br />

town-hall, ancl sat there iu council with the<br />

podesta aud etiptaiu mere than an hour, A<br />

pi-ookmatiffli wae then, issued, calling on all<br />

well-disposed subjects c£ St. Mark to pressat<br />

theme^ves armed in'the neighbourhood of the<br />

houae iOoe«pied"by the priuce. Those who had<br />

noormswere directedto apply attiie fortress,<br />

where-orms woald be diatribut&d to them. Two<br />

thousand dacats were promised toany mau who<br />

shonld deliver Ludovico Orsini, alive or dead, to<br />

the captam; and five hundred daeats for any<br />

oneof liis followers. Cannon were placed on<br />

the city walls, nearwhich the house held bythe<br />

enemy was situated. Boats full of armed men<br />

were stationed on thte river, which likewise<br />

passed near the house,- to prevent the possibility<br />

of escape by that means. A body of cavalry<br />

was placed in an open spot in the vicinity.<br />

Barricades were erected in the streets of the<br />

city, in ease the enemy should moke a united<br />

sally against the citnzeus. And, finally, all<br />

persone-who were-not armed were enjoined to<br />

keep within doors, that tbey might uot run iuto<br />

danger needlessly, or -embarrass th« movements<br />

of the 'Ormed men.<br />

It must' be admitted that these- preparations<br />

for the asrrest of a murderer testify that the<br />

Venetian government, if it declined to admit the<br />

noble Signer Ludovico's theory that an Orsini<br />

ought lo be allowed to do whatever he pleased<br />

unquestioned, was at least abundantly impressed<br />

with the difficulty of laying'bonds on so great a<br />

man. Oneof the old- writers,indeed, who has<br />

recorded these warlike dispositions, seems to<br />

liftve felt that his readers midtt be struck by<br />

theopporent disproportion of ilie extent of them<br />

to the object iu view. Aud to explain it, he<br />

enlarges on the'cousideral ion that the desperadoes<br />

under Orsini's orders, though but fortv<br />

meu, were all soldiers, thoroughly onned, occustomed<br />

to warfare, and to desperate deeds of all<br />

sorts, opposed to citizens altogether unused to<br />

arms. And he seems to imply that even the<br />

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authorities, were naturaUy to be expected to be<br />

soldiers of a very different stamp from the daredevil<br />

ruffians in the pay of Orsiui.<br />

When these mamfold preparations were all<br />

ready, three of the principal citizens of the town<br />

were sent to Orsini to ask If he would surrender;<br />

intimating that in doing so lay bis only hope of<br />

meroy.<br />

The noble felon took a very lofty tone vrith<br />

these ambassadors. If all the forces assembled<br />

against him were immediately withdrawn, he<br />

said, he would consent to meet the magistrotes<br />

with three or four only of his followers, " to<br />

treat respecting the matter," ou the express<br />

condition that he should be at liberty to retum<br />

to his house whensoever he so pleased.<br />

The magistrates, on receiving this Insolent<br />

reply, sent the hearers of it back again, with<br />

orders to assure Orsini that if he old not at<br />

once and unconditionally surrender himself,<br />

they would raze the house to the ground.<br />

He answered, that he would die rather than<br />

moke such a submission. So the attack was<br />

begun.<br />

The magistrates might, one of the norrotors<br />

tells us, have levelled the house with the ground<br />

by one discharge of all the artillery th^ had.<br />

And they were blamed by public opinion for not<br />

doing so, uiosmuch as the course adopted by<br />

tbem involved a greater risk of the possibility<br />

that the besieged might make a sortie. And<br />

then, said the townsfolk, who knew what the<br />

result might bave been ? Bnt the worthy chief<br />

of the Ten, wbo, in the midst of his vigorous<br />

measures " had yet o prudent mind," and did<br />

not forget thot St. Mark would have a bill to<br />

pay for the mischief done, when it was all over,<br />

was bent on unkennelling the vermin with as<br />

little damage to property as might be.<br />

One or two guns accordingly were directed<br />

agauist a colonnade in front of the house, which<br />

speedily came dowu. This did not seem, however,<br />

to abate a jot the courage of the besieged,<br />

who kept np a brisk fire from the windows,<br />

without, however, doing other damage than<br />

wounding one townsman in the shoulder. Some<br />

cannou of heavier calibre were then diiected<br />

against one comer of the main budding, and at<br />

the first discharge brought dowu a targe mass of<br />

wall, and with it one Pandolfo Lesprati, of<br />

Camerino, "a man of great course, ond a<br />

bandit of much importance. He was outlawed<br />

in the Stoles of the Church, and the illustrious<br />

Signor Vitelli had put a price of four hundred<br />

crowns on his head for the murder of Vincent<br />

Vitelli, who had beeu killed in his carriage bv<br />

stabs given by Ludovico Orsini by the arm of<br />

Pandolfo. Stunned by his fall, he could not<br />

move, and a certain man, a servant of the Lista<br />

family, advanced and very bravely cut off his<br />

head, and carried it to the magistrates ot the<br />

fortress."<br />

Auother shot brought down another fragment<br />

of the house, and with it another of the cliirfs<br />

of Ludovico's band, crushed to death in Hi^<br />

rums. Orsini now became aware that further<br />

resistance was hopeless. It was evident tliat<br />

the magistrates were in earnest in their determination<br />

to bave him in their power; and bidding<br />

his people not to aurrender till they had<br />

orders from him, be came out and gave himself<br />

up. He, probably, still thought that the senate<br />

would not think of proceeding to extremity wilh<br />

"a man of his sort," as he frequently aaid. Ami<br />

when brought before the magistrates he behaved<br />

in this aupercihoua mauner, "leaning agaiiist<br />

the balcony, and cutting his noils with a Uttle<br />

pair of scissors," while they questioned hini.<br />

When told that he would be imprisoned, he<br />

deaired only that it might be in some phice " Gt<br />

for a man of his quality;" and on tliat condition<br />

he consented to send orders to his followers to<br />

surrender.<br />

Thetownsoldiers.fberefore, entered the house,<br />

and marched off to prison, two and two, (jl iJie<br />

survivors they found In it; and " the bodies of<br />

the slain were left to tbe dogs!" Ludovico<br />

Orsini was strangled in his prison the aanu;<br />

night. Two of his men were hung the no.i<br />

day; tliirteen the day after; " and the gallows,"<br />

says the contemporary chronicler, " is siiil<br />

standing for the execution of the rcmftiiiiiiL'<br />

nineteen, on the first day that ia not a festival.<br />

But the executioner is excessively fatigucJ.<br />

and the people are, as it were, ^onised \n<br />

the si^ht of so many deaths. So they Imvr'<br />

put offthe remaining executions for o couple af<br />

days."<br />

Aud so ends the history of the marvellously<br />

beautiful Vittoria Accoramboni and her t^i'i<br />

husbands; a striking, but by no mewis iitii.;<br />

or abnormal sample of a state of soi.'l-•<br />

duced and fashioned, according to tin<br />

and invariable operation of God's moral Lv,,-, .<br />

the same evil influences, lay and spiritmilabsolutely<br />

the same in kind, if somewhat niiiigated<br />

in intensity—from which Italy is no^v<br />

straining every nerve to escape.<br />

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