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his works was sold a short time ago for 35,000 What nose-biting weather! and how the francs; another was sold at auction a little cold wind enters the numerous bad-fitting doors time before his death, for 19francs 60 centimes. and windows of our Paris houses, and bids de- It was not signed, but the connoisseur to whom fiance to the fires on our low hearths! This, it was knocked down, carried it immediately to indeed, is a real winter, snow in every direction. Ingres, who recognized it and signed it. His In several localities communications entirely talent, or rather his genius, is contested by suspended, trains half-buried in the snow, and, some of his cotemporaries, and the papers are alas! here and there, an unfortunate pedestrian full of anecdotes relative to his struggles before frozen to death while endeavouring to escape attaining celebrity. Monsieur de Pommereux through the silent-falling element that gradually was at Monsieur de Pastoret's, and gets higher and higher until the white shroud seeing a portrait of the master of the covers its victim. In Paris we have only a thin house, said to little
near him, covering, just enough to freeze and crackle “What a daub !” “Do you think so ?” an. under our feet, and to send flocks of sparrows swered the little man. « That is an esthetical and robins to beg a few crumbs from our win- question—it is a question of good taste," replied dows. The Skating Club is in high spirits, Monsieur de P--- “Allow me not to be of and many a poor novice on skates has already your opinion, then," said the little man, “I been heels upwards on the ice in the Bois de being the author of the present daub!" and Boulogne, where everything is so well regu. Ingres gravely bowed to his confused critic. lated that such an awful accident as that in the Alphonse Karr related this scene, in bis Regent's Park cannot happen. Our fashion.“ Guêpes," in a manner that displeased Monables merely risk a cold bath, if the ice does sieur de Pommereux; he immediately went to break.
Ingres, and a provocation of a duel was the reMonsieur Haussmann's government is good sult of the visit. Ingres had never either sometimes, if we could but appreciate it; though touched a sword or pistol in his life; but he we are sadly incredulous on that point occa- was so enraged at his antagonist rendering bim sionally, and just at the present moment in par- responsible for what an author chose to write
, ticular, when, without the least respect for public that he was determined to fight. Madame opinion, he is unmercifully cutting up our Ingres, in a fright, ran and related the affair to beautiful garden du Luxembourg, and that after Monsieur Molé, then Minister of State; he Government having promised last year that went and told it to the King (Louis Philippe), nothing should be done before the Corps Legis- who despatched a guard, with orders to latif had discussed the question at the coming prevent Monsieur Ingres leaving his house, sessions: there never was a more flagrant and during that time the seconds arranged manque de parole ; one of the loveliest places in the affair. A few days after Monsieur Ingres' Paris, la pépinière, with its paths meandering death, Monsieur Cousin was struck with an through the shades of every species of blooming apoplectic fit, and is also gone to his last home. and fragrant tree, and possessing the most He was a peer of France, and Minister of Pubprecious collection of vines in the world, has lic Instruction under Louis Philippe, Member disappeared entirely; and in other parts of the of the French Academy, and was a distinguished garden, trees that have been ages in growing writer. Mlle. Georges, the once famous trageare to be cut down, because Monsieur Haussmann dian, the rival of Mlle. Duchenois, is also dead. prefers flower-beds. The Parisians are furious, She had long retired from the stage, and lived and His Majesty may depend that he has com- in obscurity. The present quarrel of two acmitted a great fault in laughing at public tresses (Mlle. Schneider and Mlle. Silly), which opinion.
has been the theme of discussion with the press The New Year has thinned the ranks of emi- for the last fortnight, has recalled to memory nent personages : the brilliant orator aud sena- the quarrels of Mlle. Georges and Mlle. Duchetor, the Marquis de Larochejaquelin, died the nois, when a Minister of State deigned to interother day; then Ingres, the first artist raised to fere. the dignity of senator by Napoleon III., and in By my tone in announcing 60 many deaths him France has lost her most distinguished you will begin to imagine that Paris is dull this painter. He belonged to the Raphael school, season, when, on the contrary, we give a passand used to declare that Rubens was a ing sigh to departed souls, and then continue mere butcher, and his paintings a butcher's our amusements; and never have the Parisians shop; and so exasperated was he against all danced more than they dance now. There are colourists, that, in visiting a friend who pos- balls in every direction, masked balls in par, sessed a picture by Chasselian, he would hold ticular. Almost every theatre now has its bal the tail of his coat before his eyes until he had masqué. The Italian Theatre gave its first the passed before the obnoxious painting. One of other night; and quite a nevy thing there
private soirées are also very brilliant. Theresa a very splendid anonymous New-year's gift—a bas gone done. The little Camille, the child that bracelet with three magnificent stones, a diaperformed with such success in the “Benoiton mond, an emerald, and a ruby. She has been Family,” is now all the rage. She repeats obliged to accept it, not being able to make out fables, and is the idol for the moment. Those whence it comes. What a nuisance these Newwho can, secure the German star that is for a year's gifts here are! It is a regular tax. If you short time shining in our horizon-the great have looked at a man, woman, or child beneath violinist Joachim. His talent surpasses all we you, they expect “des étrennes
from you on have ever heard here : everyone acknowledges it. New-year’s Day, and always appear dissatisfied He has played at the Athenée—a new room with what you give. I admire Cardinal Dufor concerts and lectures, built by a Monsieur bois' gift to his steward, cited the other day by Bishoffsheim, in the fashionable quarter, with the Liberté. “Friend,” said the Cardinal to the intention of giving its produce to charitable his steward, who came to wish him a happy institutions. As yet it does not pay its ex- new year, “I give you for your étrennes". penses. It fills very well the night of the con- (the steward's mouth was wide open, and his certs; but when Monsieur Babinet and Co. send face beaming with hope), "I give you all that people to sleep on the lecture-nights, they you have robbed me of during the year. prefer going to bed; it is more comfortable, and The Monde publishes a paper on Germany. less expensive. Apropos of Monsieur Babinet, The god beer, according to the Monde, reigns the “savant de l'institut,” who cannot admit absolute in that country. It is he that has mathe possibility of the Transatlantic telegraph: terialized and brutalized the Germans. The he now denies the beauty of the Koh-i-nor, in author then cites Luther as having adored him. an article in the Constitutionnel on diamonds. Schiller, Gæthe, and Hedal did not despise The mountain of light makes a poor effect beside him, &c., &c. If beer brutalizes and matethe Regent. The English, to get the Koh-i- rializes in that fashion, I say let us set-to and nor, according to M. Babinet, refused all food adore! If we could only get & spark of their to their captives (the Rajali, his wives, and stupidity it would be worth while. children) for several days, until hunger made The 243rd anniversary of the birth of Mo. the poor Indian deliver up the jewel.
lière was celebrated the other day at the Théâtre It seems that the “ Enfant-torpille,” of which Française and the Odéon, with the usual cere. I spoke in my last letter, is a fact: Monsieur le mony., docteur Boussières affirms it. He saw with his If you had any wolves in England, I would own eyes, he who was the most incredulous of say beware of your calves, ladies. It seems that the incredulous-he saw a table spring on the these animals are very fond of the fat of female child, and chairs run after her : one even dragged calves of the legs, and snap at them with great Monsieur le docteur with it! Monsieur Bous- gusto when fortune (for the wolves 1) sends lacières says he can explain the phenomenon by dies in their way—much obliged for their preelectro-physical process. I imagine that this ference! It seems that there is a Spanish prochild yvill soon be the amusement of our parties. verb, which says that “ young ladies are gold, The pupazzi of Monsieur Lemercier de Neu- married ladies silver, widows copper, and old ville have again appeared in several private enter- women tin !” I wonder what old men are? tainments. By-the-bye this gentleman has been Wolves are not so particular : as long as the refused admittance into the “ Société des Gens calves are fat, that is all they desire-in which de Lettres," on account of his dancing dolls, al- they are more reasonable than men. Adieu. though he is a writer of merit. Mlle, Patti received
LEAVES FOR THE LITTLE ONES.
CONVERSATIONS WITH PAPA. Thursday. The early Christians used to spend
the time in prayer and supplication to God. ETHEL. Papa, what is meant by Dog days ? The word is from the Latin, rogare—to beseech. I know it's very hot weather, but that doesn't There is also Maunday-Thursday, i.e., the tell me the reason they are called by such an Thursday in Passion-week. It was so named
from the command of our Saviour to his PAPA. They begin on the 3rd of July, Apostles to commemorate him in the Lord's when Sirius, the dog-star, rises and sets with the Supper. On Mid-Lent, or Mothering Sunday sun. They end on the 11th of August. as it is called in some parts of England, it was
Ida. And Rogation-days, Papa ? I heard a once the custom to visit the cathedral, or gentleman ask the other day what they were, mother-church, on that day, hence the term. and nobody could tell him.
Richard. Papa, who invented coats-ofPAPA, 'Í'hey are the days preceding Holy' arms?
Papa. The Crusaders. By having a edvice to breathe a murmur at his sufferings. Give u on their shields one man could be distinguished another question, please, Papa. from another, which would have been otherwise Papa. One that you will guess at once-an a very difficult matter when they were covered elegant writer of an allegorical poem. with armour from head to foot. Suppose, now, IDA, Was it Milton, Papa ? you keep the other questions for next time, and Papa. It was not; but I am glad you let us try to amuse ourselves with a new game I thought of “The Paradise Lost," as it shows have invented for you! We will try it first, and you understood my explanation of the term give it a name afterwards. It is to be played - allegory:" Now, how can I help you? The thus: I tell you that I have thought of a per- poem is divided into six books. son or event in a certain century, and you are Ethel. Does the name begin with S?" allowed to ask as many questions as you please PAPA. It does. You know now. to enable you to find the answer.
Ethel. It was Shakespeare. ETHEL. Do begin, Papa. What is it? Papa. Only right so far that he lived in the
PAPA. A celebrated courtier of the sixteenth reign of Elizabeth. century, universally beloved, and distinguished IDA. It was Spenser, who wrote the “Faërie both for his wit and accomplishments. Queene." I saw a picture about it the other
Erhel. Oh, I know, Papa-it was Sir Wal- day, and then tried to make it out by the book : ter Raleigh.
but I couldn't make any sense of it. PAPA, Guess again. You have not even Papa. Simply because you could not underasked in whose reign he lived.
stand the personification. If I remember Ida. Was it Henry VIII., Mary, or Eliza- rightly the poem opens with a description of the beths ?
Queen holding festival for twelve days; RICHARD. Had he anything to do with during that time a number of knights present France ?
themselves at her court, who all undertake difPAPA. Yes : Charles IX. was so pleased ferent adventures, and each of these individuals with him, that he conferred on him a special represents a Christian virtue. Religion and office about his person ; but the dreadful mas- knight-errantry are mixed up everywhere, and sacre of St. Bartholomew occurring soon after, the whole aim is to depict the character of a he was obliged to take refuge with the English perfect man. Do not attempt to read it again Ambassador, and continue the voyage on which at present, my dear: two or three years bence his sovereign had sent him.
you will find more pleasure in its perusal than Richard. Then it was Queen Elizabeth who now: but reach me down the volume, and I was cotemporary with Charles IX. What else, will read to you some beautiful lines, intended Papa ?
to illustrate God's care for his creatures by the PAPA. He was sent to Vienna to endeavour ministration of angels :to form the Protestants into a league for the defence of their religion, William of Orange sent word to the Queen that he thought him the
“And is there care in heaven ? and is there love wisest counsellor in Europe.
In heavenly spirits to these creatures base ETHEL. Was it Drake, Papa ?
That may compassion of their evils move ? Papa. Wrong again. You will guess at There is; else much more wretched were the race once when I tell you that he had agreed to ac- Of men than bcasts. But oh! the exceeding grace company Drake, but the Queen made him
Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, Governor of Flushing, instead of allowing him
And all his works with mercy does embrace, İda. Where is Flushing ?
That blessed angels he sends to and fro Papa. It is in Holland, and was one of the
To serve to wicked man, to serve to wicked foe! towns committed to the English for security by the Dutch. At Zutphen-another town-our hero received a mortal wound, and what then
“How oft do they thcir silver bowers lcave, occurred will always make him remembered.
To come to succour us that succour want! Richard. It was Sir Philip Sydney, of IIow oft do they with golden pinions cleave
The fleeting skies, like flying pursuivant Papa. What did he write, Ida ?
Against foul fiends, to aid us militant ! IDA. Was it a poem called “ Arcadia”?
They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, PAPA. It was; but who can relate the anecdote to which I alluded ?
And their bright squadrons round us plant, RICHARD. When faint from loss of blood And all for love, and nothing for reward ! he asked for something to drink-which was Oh! why should heavenly God to men have such brought to him—just at the moment he looked regard ?” up, and saw a poor bleeding soldier being carried along, and looking wistfully at the bottle. Sir Philip at once took it from his own lips and
IDA. Of course I shall like the
better gave it to the soldier, saying, “Thy necessity now you have put the meaning plainer. What is greater than mine!" He only lived sixteen are we to call the game, Papa days after this happened, and was never heard ETHEL, “Papa's Game" is the best.
PAPA. “ The Century Game" would be men who form the fire-brigade, it was said some better, because you see, my love, it would only three years ago, has saved nearly a hundred be your Papa's game.
men, women, and children from the flames. RICHARD. Will The Children's Century Bill, a very remarkable dog that has greatly conGame" do, Papa ?
tributed to this amazing result, distinguishes Papa. So let it be, my boy; and mind you him from all men similarly employed, as the get some good puzzles for next time.
special object of his strong attachment. As he has, like his master, to be very wakeful, and at his post of duty throughout the night, he sleeps during the day, and, at the time just mentioned, had done so for nine long years.
allows his master to sleep too long; he, at least, ANECDOTES OF DOGS, is sure to wake in good time; yet he never
attempts to run out of doors until the time ap(From "Dogs and their Ways.") proaches for them to go to the station. How is
it that he keeps time, as he undoubtedly does, BY THE REV. CHARLES WILLIAMS,
80 well ?
When the fire-escape is wheeled out of White"Every family,” says Dr. Brown, "should chapel churchyard, at nine o'clock, Bill is sure have a dog ; it is like having a perpetual baby ; to be there. On an alarm of fire being heard, it is the plaything and crony of the whole house. though commonly very quiet, he begins to bark It keeps them all going; and then he tells no most furiously. Wood has no occasion to spring tales, betrays no secrets, never sulks, asks no lis rattle, for the policemen come up at this well troublesome questions, never gets into debt, and widely-known sound. If the alarm takes never coming down late to breakfast, or coming place when few people are in the streets, he runs in too early to bed; is always ready for a bit of round to the coffee-houses near, and pushing fun, lies in wait for it, and you may, if angry, the doors open barks his “ Come and help!kick him, to your relief, instead of some one Come and help !" and his call is promptly and else, who might not take it so meekly."
cheerfully obeyed. Mr. Youatt had a brace of greyhounds, which In dark nights the lantern has to be lit, when he says were “as arrant thieves as ever lived.” Bill seizes it, and runs on before his master; Not that they committed their thefts without and when the ladder is reared, active as Samuel judgment, for, in some of their movements, they Wood is, the dog is at the top before him. He displayed a sagacity which such dogs have not leaps into the rooms, and, amidst thick smoke been supposed commonly to possess. Now and and approaching flames, bounds from chamber then they would steal into the cooking room to chamber, helping his master to find and bring belonging to the kennel, lift the lid from the out the inmates. boiler, and if any portion of the joint or piece of On one occasion, so rapidly did the fire burn meat rose above the water, suddenly seize it, and so dense was the smoke, that Wood and and, before there was time for them to feel much another man could not find their way out, and of its heat, whirl it on the floor, and eat it at feared, at length, that escape was hopeless. their leisure as it got cold.
But as if fully aware of their danger, Bill began On these pranks being known, it was gravely to bark, when Wood and his comrade, half sufdetermined to prevent them in future; so the focated, crawled after the dog, and in a few top of the boiler was carefully secured by an iron moments they providentially reached a window rod passed under its handle, and tied to the and their lives were saved. At another time a handle of the boiler on each side. But not kitten was found by Bill in a house on fire, when many days passed before the greyhounds dis. he drove it down from stair to stair until it covered that they could gnaw the cords asunder; reached the door, when it was cared for by a and so successfully did they achieve the task, policeman, that they obtained the meat, and regaled them. Bill's silver collar bore the following inscripselves as they had done before. Small chains tion : were now substituted for the cords, under the notion that the meat would now be perfectly “I am the F'ire-escape-man's dog—my name is Bill; safe; and so it remained for nearly a week. When 'fire' is called, I am never still. But now the greyhounds found out that by rear- I bark for my master, all danger I brave, ing themselves on their hind legs, and applying To bring the 'Escape, human life to save.” their united strength to the top of the boiler, they could lift it out of its bed, and rolling it Poor Bill, too, has had his sufferings as well along the floor, get at the broth, though the as honours. Once, at a fire, he fell through a meat was beyond their reach. The only course hole burnt in the floor, into a tub of scalding appeared to be to remove the dogs; and the water, from which he suffered dreadfully, and man who had charge of them was glad at their narrowly escaped a bitter death; and on three departure; for he said he was often afraid to go other occasions he was unfortunately run over, into the kennel, and was sure they were devils, but was soon restored to perform his usual será and not dogs.
vices. Samuel Wood, one of the bravest of the brave Bob, a low-standing, long-bodied dog, of a
sandy colour was also very useful. He wore a , embrace once over, he never took any further brass collar, on which was engraved
notice of bis master till he next caine home.
It was this dog's practice to shake paws with Stop me not, but let me joy,
every visitor. With great gravity would he go For I am Bob, the firemen's dog."
round the drawing-room, holding out his paw
to each one there, with a sort of grunt as his Whenever the fire-bell at the station rang, he word of welcome. It was easy for those who was in the habit of making ready to start, and knew him well to work powerfully on his feelthen running in front of the engine to clear the ings. Ask him if he would like a multon-chop, way; and when he reached the fire he would say “Such nice eating"-"O, so good!” and run up ladders, force his way through windows, at each successive stage of the appeal his tongue and enter jeopardized rooms better than the would take a wider range, and his gustatory firemen could. Some time ago, at the time of powers seem revelling in the ideal repast. In the explosion in the Westminster Road, Bob like manner, when seated before his master darted into the burning house, and was seen to
or mistress, if either told a doleful story, bring away a cat in his mouth. At another fire interspersing it with such phrases as :" Poor in Lambeth, Bob was present as usual, and the dear!”. “O, 80 sad!”-in à mournful tone of firemen were told that all the inmates had been voice, his look was that of great interest; saved ; but Bob went to a side door and barked then he would give a slight grunt, as if loudly, which attracted the notice of the brigade, indicative of comprehension, gradually the tears who felt convinced that some one was in the would come into his eyes, and at last his sympassage, and on opening the door a child was pathy was expressed in a howl. found nearly suffocated.
This dog was very jealous of a baby; and it Poor Bob got very severely burnt on one
one were in the room he would creep under the occasion, and became in consequence a much sofa, and look with extreme dissatisfaction at cared-for inmate of the hospital of the Veterinary would not come out, but sulk. All attempts to
the little creature. So long as it was there he College. As soon as he was equal to the effort
, pacify him were utterly in vain ; the proffered it was only for a fireman to say, “ Show the gentlemen how you can pump,
cake was indignantly refused; and it was only
or, can run up a ladder and fetch,” for Bob to obey, ing insult to injury, to excite his wrath to the
for one of the family to take the baby, thus add. exciting the admiration of all the lookers-on. In a little time Bob was fully restored by the utmost. On the next day, however, he fairly
recovered his composure. attentions he received in that establishment. In May, 1860, he went through his various said W, this dog would get up from the hearth
When any of the family were going out and extraordinary performances at the annual meeting of the Royal Society for the Prevention of and listen attentively; the utterance of A would Cruelty to Animals , for the purpose of showing height when L and K were added ; though till
increase his excitement; but it reached its how obedient dumb animals may be made by he heard W he was perfectly still. He wanted, kindly trealment; and so greatly were the audi. before them at the next anniversary, but unhap- master lingered, he would go down-stairs, bring ence gratified that he was to have appeared again too, to be off at once, of which he gave many
sufficiently practical illustrations, Thus, if his pily a few days before its occurrence, he was run over by an engine while proceeding to a fire, and up a boot, and lay it at his
feet, as much as to killed, like all his predecessors.
“What on earth are you waiting for? - Is
it for this?” Any boot would be seized, how. A dog belonging to some friends of the writer,
ever, as answering his purpose; he knew as well was especially fond of a game at “hide and seek," and would frequently express, in all pos
as anybody about him that a boot, like a hat,
was wanted for a walk, sible ways, his importunity, till his master went to the drawer containing the ball. The moment
Dr. Edward Walsh described, some years ago, he saw the drawer being opened, he scampered in the records of canine sagacity: Quail was a
a dog in his family, well deserving a high place into the hall to wait the hiding, until he heard a brown water-spaniel; she stood nearly three well-known whistle, when he commenced a feet high; her hair was dark auburn, curled thorough search for the ball through the room. in different parts with a crisp and graceful ivave, On finding it, he always threw it at his master's but her bosom was of snowy whiteness. Viva. feet, and ran into the hall to await for another cious as she was usually, she was particularly hiding.
so when spoken to and receiving directions ; A friend of the writer, Mr. B-, had a spa- she then inclined her head a little on one side, niel of the long-nosed and long-cared tribe, and looked at the person addressing her with the approaching in appearance that of a small water- most inquirtng sagacity. She was, in fact, & dog, whose movements were not a little amu- model of canine beauty and intelligence. sing. They lived in the suburbs of the metro. The accomplishments taught her by the boys polis; and one of its habits was, when his master of the family, bore no proportion to those Quail returned from town, as he did daily, to watch for obtained without instruction. When young, the his being quietly seated and at leisure, and then first step was to make her perfect in fetching to spring up, hug him round the neck, licking nd carrying whatever she was sent for, both in his face and behind his ears; and this warm nd out of the water, till both elements were