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R,CHARD MONCKTON MILNES was born in the year - OUDL Home

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Novelists of <strong>the</strong> 'Seventies 33he shows how little <strong>the</strong> m<strong>in</strong>or melodramatist of <strong>the</strong>'seventies had changed <strong>in</strong> eighty <strong>year</strong>s. Might not thispassage from The Clyffards of Clyjfe, one of his betternovels, have issued straight from <strong>the</strong> romantic heart ofMrs Radcliffe? I would add that <strong>the</strong> period of <strong>the</strong> storyis late eighteenth century. Would you have guessed ithad I not told you?Raymond's eyes followed his bro<strong>the</strong>r with genu<strong>in</strong>e sympathyuntil <strong>the</strong> door had closed beh<strong>in</strong>d him.'Poor Rue! Poor Rue!' he murmured. 'God grant that thoumayst not br<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> curse down on th<strong>in</strong>e own head! It is nowonder that such prophecies work out <strong>the</strong>ir own fulfilment, when<strong>the</strong>y have m<strong>in</strong>ds like th<strong>in</strong>e to deal with. I wish with <strong>the</strong>c that thouand I could but change places. Rubbish of that sort might be sho<strong>the</strong>re, I fancy,' strik<strong>in</strong>g his broad chest a sound<strong>in</strong>g blow, 'withoutmuch damage. I am none of your dreamy ones, thank God! It iseleven o'clock. There are one, two, three good hours of fish<strong>in</strong>gbefore me; and <strong>the</strong>n, ah <strong>the</strong>n! for my sweet Mildred!'The dark face lightened as he spoke, and <strong>the</strong> eyes, somewhat toostern for boyhood, softened like <strong>the</strong> black waters of a mounta<strong>in</strong>tarn touched by <strong>the</strong> moon, as he strode gaily from <strong>the</strong> sunkenchamber, and through <strong>the</strong> vaulted passages to <strong>the</strong> hall, whistl<strong>in</strong>ghis merry tune. So bli<strong>the</strong> he shone amid <strong>the</strong> general gloom, itseemed as though <strong>the</strong> haunt<strong>in</strong>g shadows of <strong>the</strong> place fled at hissprightly step, and ga<strong>the</strong>red toge<strong>the</strong>r after him more darkly thanbefore, like clouds beh<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong> sun.Is not this exactly Thackeray's parody of Bulwer?But it is at this po<strong>in</strong>t that we encounter two personalitieswho show to what remarkable heights of melodramathose novelists of <strong>the</strong> 'seventies could rise—twofigures who both <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir faults and <strong>the</strong>ir virtues areproducts only of that period; writers of <strong>the</strong>ir k<strong>in</strong>d, of<strong>the</strong>ir naivete, <strong>the</strong>ir force, <strong>the</strong>ir absurdities and <strong>the</strong>ir gustowill, we may safely say, never appear <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> world aga<strong>in</strong>.They stand, big symbolic figures of that odd half-realhalf-imag<strong>in</strong>ed Victorian world—<strong>the</strong> close of it—figures at<strong>the</strong> gates about to be shut for ever.When one considers <strong>the</strong> present <strong>in</strong>dustry <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>B 3

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