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friendship with the adversary, and would not marred his fortunes, for the lady was prefer complaints of partiality.
his wife. What is especially difficult is to remain I still, after so many years, recall her neutral in a quarrel between two members face : pale, with the restful hue of alabasof a family ; for the closer the ties between ter, features admirably chiseled, with perthem, the bitterer the quarrel. But am I haps undue prominence given to the eyes, to renounce a skillful physician because, in and a certain hollowness about the orbital a non-professional matter, he has quarreled cavities, intensified by delicate blue veins with a friend of mine, or to dispense with seeming to arise from the long-lashed eyethe advocacy of the barrister whom I pre- lids and to creep furtively to the temples, fer because, in another case, he has strin where they lost themselves in the hair. gently cross-examined that friend ? Life She was petite, and dressed with the utmost would not be worth living if I could not simplicity, even to the hair, as was then the have a friend except on condition of hating fashion. his enemies. We should be reduced to the On being joined by the separatists, for cynical Greek axiom, “Treat your friend so my companion called the remnant of our as if he might one day become your enemy, party, we soon descended to tea, where and your enemy as if he might one day were already assembled various members become your friend."
of my own family, marshaled by my gove A Boy's Im
“ Here, take my hand.” erness, a lady from Boston, of the strictest pressions of “Why, where are you going?” propriety, who also wrote verses. She too
“ Just going to show them that had red hair, a highly nervous temperathere's some truth in old saws. I hate ment, and gazed upon the young poet of short cuts, and if you come with me we'll Cambridge with a rapture known only in prove that the longest way round's the those days when Bostonian met Bostonian shorter way home,” with a playfully con on alien soil.
After a rather prolonged temptuous glance at another group, just grace, listened to with unconcealed delight landed at Snug Harbor, the other group by my mother, who was a devout worconsisting of the father and sisters of the shiper of Saint John Wesley, the converfirst speaker.
sation went splashing about the table, as The gentleman under whose guidance I is its wont among the newly returned and toddled by the devious way here indicated their friends. Sundry disasters or rumors was a well-built, active-looking young man
of disasters to the American army were of about twenty-five. In those days red discussed, for the all-engrossing topic at hair was not viewed with the same favor that time was the war. that it is now, and I think I am stating it The Mexican war had come. Not a great mildly in remarking that it took consider national uprising like the rebellion, in which able merit to outvalue that blemish, as it almost the entire population, North and was universally considered, and that even South, felt pledged as to the great underI, just passing from kilted infancy to the lying principles, but a war which involved divided skirt of early boyhood, was aware no principle at all, and which the people of some compassion therefor. My com of the New England States were wont to penion had reddish-yellow hair, but then he regard as aggressive, cruel, and unjustifiatook notice of us boys, and talked to us, ble. Already in our rural section — rural and romped, not with the easily detected although only seven miles from New York purpose of condescending adultness, but as city - óthe drum with its tantarra sounds one who felt himself every inch a boy. had come,” and swept from our village
We walked rapidly, so rapidly that when most of the bad boys, idlers, and floating we reached the hall door of my father's population. Already the fond mothers of house the short-cut party, which we had those bad boys were searching the lists of left to tiptoe over a wooden dike, had not the dead in the New York Herald, and the yet arrived. The door was opened for us smallest among us felt that we were making with the eagerness of strained expectancy, history. and a lady stood before us, of a beauty While the latest war news was under conwhich compelled my boy's heart to acknow- sideration, we were startled by the sound of ledge that my companion's reddish hair had stentorian singing, of the rough, emphatic
seaman's fashion. It proceeded from the pointed allusions to our rulers ; recalls the “Decatur boys,” nephews of the great com- to us remarkable fact that the Boston ladies modore, and our own next-door neighbors, declined to kneel upon the well-swept carwho, having come to make a call, were pet, but contented their genuflections upon singing in the drawing-room overhead while a chair ; that James, who had, according to awaiting our appearance. The Minute Gun his habit, strayed into the open air earlier at Sea, a duet by King from one of the Eng- in the evening, did not come in, but walked lish operas, was familiar in maritime and up and down the veranda during prayers. musical circles.
He entered at their close, with a faint apo“Ah!” observed the old clergyman, the logy, which the old minister took up, gently father of our hero, “ that is a forgotten saying to my mother, “No, James is n't seceremony ; the song has little significance rious as yet, but he has a good heart, and is nowadays."
the foe of every mortal wrong." “Why, father," exclaimed James, “don't Some time after - I cannot now say you remember the minute gun which was whether weeks, or months, or even years fired when we made the voyage together our governess called us children together from Portland to Boston? That must be," and read from some unfamiliar journal the looking at the ceiling reflectively, first number of The Biglow Papers. Of nineteen years ago."
course we boys thought it delightful, — “How odd it seems for James,” remarked more, I fear, for its apparent justification the young wife,“ to speak of nineteen years of slang, in which we were proficient, than ago!” looking fondly at the youthful figure for the noble sentiments contained. When beside her.
she came to the line, “Why, I was eight years old even then," “You ’ve a darned long row to hoe,” James rejoined, with the ready candor which the embarrassment of our wortby martinet has no years to clip, nor need to clip them. gave us great delight, as will the taste of
We soon, after the unabridged return of forbidden fruit at most times ; but it was not thanks, ascended to the parlor, where we met very long before the most idle and frivolous the “ Decatur boys ;” and heroes they were of us learned to appreciate the truth of the in our boyish eyes. True, they were scant old clergyman's apology, “the foe of every of stature, swarthy and unimpressive in ap- mortal wrong." pearance, overmuch addicted to the use of
Pupil of Madame de Genlis, a certain weed and to the misuse of certain lippe in a doorkeeper at the Jacobin Club, theological terms. Our Sunday-school su
republican officer patronized by perintendent had cautioned us against them, Danton, exile, teacher in a Swiss school, and yet did not they in some way represent recognized prince of the blood, king, again our country's maritime supremacy? One in exile, in which he spent altogether twentywas already an officer in the navy, with the one of his seventy-seven years, Louis Phiadded emphasis of a bullet in his leg. They lippe bad an adventurous life ; but not the proceeded to tell us the still later Mexican least romantic and a hitherto unknown epinews : that there was n’t a percussion cap in sode in it was his doctoring a Cherokee Inthe Federal army, but, on the other hand, dian and passing a night in his wigwam. British capital had furnished to our enemies The story has just been told by the Marquis powder warranted not to explode, with other de Flers, the first biographer who has been evidences of enlightened neutrality on the allowed access to family papers. part of J. Bull.
Louis Philippe, then Duke of Orleans, left I well remember the surprise of the Hamburg on the 24th of September, 1796, “Decatur boys” on learning that James for Philadelphia. The French Directory was an “abolitionist.” He had given pro- had made his departure from Europe a mise of something better, of broader views, condition of the release of his brothers, the in his graduation poem. Too bad ! too bad! Duke of Montpensier and the Count of
Presently, at a signal from my mother, Beaujolais, who had had three and a half the double quotidian ceremony of family years of captivity, amid privations and prayers was announced, and my memory, dangers which doomed them to an early wandering mistily back to those events, re- grave. They had attempted, indeed, to escalls the fervor of the minister, who made cape, but Montpensier, the rope, breaking
with him, fractured his ankle and was re slept in the wigwam on mats, ranged in captured, whereupon Beaujolais, who had order of age and dignity. Louis Philippe been more fortunate, gave
rather was invited, and could not in politeness rethan be parted from his brother. After fuse, to pass the night on a mat between enjoying for a few days the hospitality the grandmother and the great-aunt. Next of Mr. Cathalan, the American consul at day the princes took leave of their hosts, Marseilles, they embarked, as guests of the who would fain have detained them, and United States government, in the Jupiter, resumed their journey to Niagara, where a small Swedish vessel which had been Montpensier made a sketch of the falls for chartered for the transport of eighty Amer his album. This, with other of his proicans redeemed from Algerian slavery. ductions, figured forty years afterwards on Contrary winds forced the Jupiter to put the walls of the Palais Royal at Paris, but in at Gibraltar, where the princes received probably disappeared in the revolution of attentions from General O'Hara, who, cap 1848. tured at Toulon, had had, like themselves, At Pittsburg Beaujolais was seriously experience of French prisons. After a ill, and at Buffalo the travelers experininety-three days' passage they were wel enced extreme cold. In July they were comed by Louis Philippe, who had been back at Philadelphia. Yellow fever was waiting for them since the 21st of October. raging there, but want of funds obliged
The three princes heard Washington's them to remain till September. A remitvaledictory address, and were invited to tance from their mother, who, after unpass a few days at Mount Vernon. After dergoing imprisonment, had recovered part conversing with their host till late into the of her property, enabled them to go to night, the young men, twenty-three, twen New York, and to visit New Hampshire, ty-oue, and eighteen years of age, were not Maine, and Massachusetts. At Boston they a little surprised, on opening the bedroom learned that their mother had been banwindow at half past six the next morning, ished to Spain. They were anxious to join to see him, then sixty-five, returning from her, but, England and Spain being at war, an evidently long ride over his plantation. the only course was to descend the Ohio
" Do you manage without sleep?” asked and Mississippi, and sail from New OrleLouis Philippe at breakfast.
ans to Havana. There, however, they were “No, monseigneur, I sleep soundly ; and not allowed to embark for Europe ; so, redo you know why? Because I have never turning to New York, they took passage written a letter, nor even
a word, which in an English vessel for Falmouth, where would not bear being published. Conse- they arrived in January, 1800. Poor young quently, as
as soon as I lie down I fall asleep." Montpensier died of consumption at TwickWashington planned a tour for his guests, enham, in 1807, and was buried in Westand gave them letters of introduction. minster Abbey. A milder climate was the They went through Georgia and Alabama, only chance of saving Beaujolais, and Louis and spent two days with the Cherokees, who Philippe took him to Malta ; but there, had a special liking for Frenchmen. Louis while awaiting permission to repair to SiPhilippe, having fallen from his horse in the cily, he breathed his last, scarcely eighteen forest, and feeling a little unwell, thought it months after his brother. Louis Philippe prudent to bleed himself, which operation also was destined to die in exile, but in he performed in the presence of the aston 1876 his remains were removed from Engished Cherokees, to whom he explained by
land to the Orleans mortuary chapel at signs the virtues of phlebotomy. Thereupon Dreux. The Comte de Paris and the they led him to a sick veteran, and asked Duc de Chartres, when they joined Mchim to bleed him. Louis Philippe, after Clellan's army in 1861, cannot have failed inquiring as to the malady, made a slight to reflect that their grandfather, with his incision, and in a few hours the old Indian brothers, had visited in its infancy the refelt much relieved. The Cherokees consid- public which they beheld in the throes of ered the paleface a great medicine man, civil war. were profuse in their thanks, and resolved
Between Washington Square on awarding him the highest mark of re
and Broadway (needless to name spect in their power. The whole family the metropolis) it comes to pass that scarcely
is one stone allowed to remain above an- awkward lengths of nailed board and other, in these days of rebuilding Babel, and plank, in lieu of hammer or hatchet using of the ingress of trade into streets hitherto bricks from the rubbish heap. So keenly devoted to residences. In this access of I felt how the dust irritated even their Gothic and Hunnish energy in pulling down coarse hands, already chapped with the the structures of the past, gangs of swarthy cold, and now bruised, if not bleeding, howmen work incessantly, prying with sharp ever stoically disregarded in the breathpicks or tugging with ropes at masses of less industry of the moment. When each mortar and brick to level them. In thus of these women had made up a bundle doing they lay bare opposite and inner walls, of boards and ragged splinters, lashed towith their decorations, fireplaces, and man- gether with ropes brought for the purtels. Little niches of the Lares and Pe- pose, the stronger and more dexterous nates come startlingly and unpitiedly into helped the less experienced or weaker to view,- if indeed any one stops to regard lift the load and settle it upon her head. them at all. Commonly, the passer-by or This done, and balancing masses whose horthe neighboring householder does not bless izontal length may have been nearly twice his eyes, smarting and half blinded as they their own stature, they gallantly marched are, with the pulverulent and alkaline at- away. No, they did not march; rather mosphere constantly resulting from the they assumed a half-running, half-gliding Great American Desert of demolition. pace which entirely preserved the poise of
Of late my window overlooked such a the load, and which was necessitated by it, scene of senseless destruction. May I not and somehow suggested the gentle gait of be indulged in my choice of adjective, and a borse broken for the feminine saddle. I also in the admission that the grimy and longed to throw up my window and cry apbustling picture beneath my eyes possessed proval. Such good nature, such coöperafor me no least human or transcendental tion, such pathetic content in the harvestinterest so far as it related itself to the ing of ruin's poor bounty in the great city! promotion of trade, possible architectural And yet, as I stood watching them, there betterment, or urban progress in general ? came upon me a certain sentimentally flaCui bono? The good which I saw done vored dissatisfaction both on their account would have been decidedly incidental in the and my own. This grew out of my suspectgreat world's view, had it even met the ing that they might be the selfsame women great world's cognition. The special provi- whom, earringed and bright-kerchiefed, I dence enacted in the human creature's be- had seen in the early summer dusk wanhalf was, I must confess, comparable to the dering through the walks of Washington advantage a flock of sparrows might derive, Square, their dark-eyed babies in their suddenly alighting and helping themselves arms, the very same I had seen gazing from the waste of an unswept threshing with grave, dreamy contemplation at the floor. The figure of a flock of sparrows, squat statue of Garibaldi, a few springs however, hardly serves to suggest the stren- ago erected in the midst of the square. uous, alınost fierce activity of certain parti- But this was the ground of my romantic cipants in the street scene below. These discontent: that these daughters of Italy were a bevy of Italian peasant women gath- should be dark and hungry hoverers in an ering wood out of the rubbish resulting alien and a sordid city ; that I too should from the pulling down of the block oppo- be here instead of lying sub tegmine fagi in site. Never ravens worked more patiently the land of Virgil, and perhaps watching or wolves more hungrily at the stripping these same silent sibylline creatures, not of a carcass than did these lean, dark wo- far away, gathering fagots of the fallen men at the breaking up and tearing apart branches of the beech.
A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and politics.
VOL. LXIX. - MARCH, 1892.- No. CCCCXIII.
AN OLD ENGLISH TOWNSHIP.
ONE of the interests of England, to ent in meaning. Thus the “ Deansgate” those who care to look below the sur- which you find in various north of Engface, is in the associations of ancient life land towns does not recall an old city and times which cling about it every- gate by which the dean used to enter, where. There is not the poorest little or, as some would have it, by which the country village or the most prosaic fac- Danes made their attack. “Gate," in the tory town but, if you will take the north of England, is simply " way," and trouble to root up its records, touches “deans” should properly be “denes:"the incidents and changes of ownership and way along some old “ dene” or “ den,” the fortunes of human life which carry some deep valley or ravine which may you back with a curious interest along be entirely filled up now, but which surethe centuries.
ly was once there. The very names of places and streets Perhaps the best illustration of such are often full of history. You come a growth of false meaning on to an old upon “ Lazarus Lane.” Now it may be name is one that I came across when I only a plain little street of long rows was busy over the revision of Baines's of cheap brick dwellings, but that name History of Lancashire. I wanted to know tells of a time, long centuries ago, when whether there were any traces left of somewhere in the neighborhood stood the old Roman road which once ran the lazar - house, or leper - house, where near to Wigan. Having written to a the lepers of the little town were herded friend resident there to make inquiry, together, away from the other dwellings. I received the astounding information Or here is a street called the “Friary," that there certainly was one most interor “ Blackfriars," or some other kind of esting trace of the Roman occupation, "friars,” — Gray, White, or what not; inasmuch as a certain highway was still mere shops and houses now, but if you called, and had been from time immeshould search about in the old yards morial, “Seneca Lane,” no doubt in and entries, it is likely enough that here memory of the celebrated philosopher. and there you would come upon some This was too much, however ; but it was patch of dark stone walling, grimy with only after a good deal of inquiry that I age, or perhaps a fragment of an old arch found the real explanation, which turned that long ago belonged to the monastery out to be that this was an old way to which surely stood there.
a certain “seven-acre or “s'en-acre " You have, indeed, to be upon your field. guard against mistakes in such local ety- Better, however, than any of these genmology, arising from the original name eral illustrations of the interest which having been corrupted into something attaches to old names and places will be similar, and yet perhaps entirely differ- the study of some single township; and