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fortnight at Wick, making a run to John o' Groat's, or autograph. Having supplied himself with a tracing of a visit to Shetland, to diversify the scene a little. We the poet's signature, he wrote a mortgage-deed, imitatoffer this as a prescription that will kill one year's ing the law-hand of the time of James I., and affixed ennui as dead as a cured herring.

thereto Sliakspeare's sign-manual. This mortgagedeed, purporting to be between Shakspeare and one

Michael Fraser and Elizabeth his wife, not only transANATOMY OF A LITERARY FORGERY.

ported the sage elder into the seventh heaven of ALTHOUGH, doubtless, all the world, or at least all the felicity, but attracted crowds of other connoisseurs and reading part of it, has heard of that most audacious antiquaries. To the question where the deed was of literary forgeries, Vortigern, a Tragedy, yet, as we found, Ireland the younger replied, that he had formed suspect that very few even of the few who have seen it an acquaintance with a gentleman of ancient family, have ever read it, and that only a small minority of possessed of a mass of deeds and papers relating to his our readers generally is at all likely to be acquainted ancestors, who, finding him very partial to the examwith its history, we purpose to avail ourselves of the ination of old documents, had permitted him to inspect recent acquisition of a copy of the rare reprint of them ; that, shortly after commencing his search, the 1832,* to supply-in many places in the forger's own mortgage-deed in question had fallen into his hands, words—such an account of the circumstances which and had been presented to him by the proprietor.' He led to the perpetration of the fraud as shall be wanting, added, 'that the personage alluded to, well aware that we fully hope, neither in interest nor instruction. the name of Shakspeare must create a considerable

Samuel Ireland, the father of the unhappy lad sensation, and being a very retiring and diffident man, whose career we are about to trace, was emphatically had bound him by a solemn engagement never to one of those madmen who make men mad-one of divulge bis name. Whereupon-s0 completely had those idolaters who esteem the book above the life, this young rogue's skill and plausibility produced and who, without an eye to see or a heart to under- the effect he wished-Mr Byng, afterwards Viscount stand wherein lies the greatness of him whom they Torrington, Sir Frederick Eden, and many others, adore, prefer some filthy, worm-eaten, useless relic of gave it as their decided opinion that, wheresoever he their deified mortal to the body of genius and wisdom, found the deed, there, no doubt, the mass of papers which is in the better testament of his works. Even existed which had been so long and vainly sought after such a divinity, according to the testimony of the son, by the numerous commentators on Shakspeare ! was Shakspeare to Samuel Ireland. “Four days at Thus urged to make further searches,' as he least out of the seven' were his writings made the modestly called them, the young scapegrace proafter-dinner theme of the old man's conversation; ceeded to pen a few letters and The Profession of while in the evening, still further to impress the sub- Faith of William Shakspear, '* the whole of which ject upon the minds of his son and his visitors, certain passed muster, althoughi

, in many instances, the plays were selected, and a part allotted to each, in documents produced as two hundred years old had order that they might read aloud and-commune, not been fabricated many hours previous to their doubtless, with the soul of their divinity, and extract production. On the pretended Profession of Faith,' the heart of the mystery ? no—but in order that they particularly, Dr Warton, after having twice perused might thereby acquire a knowledge of the delivery, the important document, pronounced a pom pous of blank verse articulately and with proper emphasis !' eulogy in the presence of Dr Parr: “Sir, we have “The comments to which these rehearsals, if I may be many fine things in our church-service, and our permitted so to call them, gave rise, were of a nature liturgy abounds in beauties; but here, sir, is a man to elicit, in all its bearings, the enthusiasm entertained who has distanced us all!' by my father for the bard of Avon. With him, Well might the precocious lad be excited by these Shakspeare was no mortal, but a divinity; and fre- old ass-heads to more ambitious efforts! Anon, he quently, while expatiating on this subject, impregnated announced the existence of a drama—the Vortigern with all the fervour of Garrick, with whom he had we have already referred to-although, if he is to be been on intimate terms, my father would declare that believed, he had never essayed a pen at poetical to possess a single vestige of the poet's handwriting, would composition, and had not at the time written a single be esteemed a gem beyond all price, and far dearer to him line of the play which he purposed producing. Prior than his whole collection. At these conversations, to its completion, the fame of his discoveries had young Ireland was always present, 'swallowing with resounded from one extremity of the country to avidity the honeyed poison; when, by way,' he says, the other; and on the completion of the drama,

of completing this infatuation, my father, who had strenuous applications were made by the lessee of already produced picturesque tours of some of the British rivers, determined on commencing that of the

* It is curious enough that a somewhat similar fraud had, a Avon, and I was selected as the companion of his quarter of a century before, been played off by Steevens upon journey. Of course,' he adds, ‘no inquiries were spared, Malone. Thomas Hart, a descendant of Shakspeare's sister, Joan, either at Stratford or in the neighbourhood, respect employed, in the year 1770, a bricklayer of the name of Mosely ing the mighty poet. Every legendary tale, vended bequeathed by the poet to his sister for the term of her natural anecdote, or traditionary account, was treasured up. life, at the yearly rent of twelve pence;' and here, between the In short, the name of Shakspeare ushered in the dawn, rafters and the tiling, he discovered,

or is said to have discovered, and a bumper, quaffed to his immortal memory at Faith of John Shakspear (the poet's father), an unworthy member

a manuscript of six leaves, purporting to be “The Confession of night, sealed our weary eyelids to repose.'

of the holy Catholic religion.' Mosely gave his prize to Mr Peyton, Induced by the reiterated eulogies rung in his ears an alderman of Stratford, who sent it to Malone, through the Rev. respecting Shakspeare, by his father's enthusiasm, and, Mr Davenport, as a curiosity of great importance. Malone was above all, by the incessant remark on the old man's completely deceived. I have taken some pains,' he says, in 1790,

to ascertain the authenticity of this document, and am perfectly part, that to possess even a signature of the bard satisfied that it is genuine.' "But the paper, as we have said, was a would make him the happiest of human beings, it fabrication, and a clumsy one-a trick of Steevens to mislead his occurred to young Ireland to take advantage of his rival editor. Malone, however, discovered his error at last. I have

since obtained documents,' he says in a subsequent publication, residence in a conveyancer's office, environed by old that clearly prove it could not have been the composition of any deeds, to produce a spurious imitation of Shakspeare's of our poet's family. Boswell quietly and judiciously dropped Covent Garden Theatre to secure it; but the elder which words were uttered with such a nasal and tinIreland, from his long intimacy with the Sheridan kettle twang, that no muscles save those of adamant and Linley families, preferred Drury Lane, where [sic] could have resisted the powerful incentive to the play was subsequently represented.

the document from his edition, treating it as a paper that had

never existed. Malone himself was not guiltless of like unseemly * The Shakspeare Forgeries. Vortigern, a Tragedy. Reprinted frauds. The drawing of Shakspeare's house of New Place, which from the edition of 1796, with an Introduction. By W. H. Ireland. figures in his edition of 1790 as taken from the margin of an London. 1832

ancient survey,' is, by his own confession, a forgery.

laughter.' Malone, whose experience of deception had given him So far the Irelands and their adherents were some caution, now stood forward as 'generalissimo of scotched, but not slain. Malone's Investigation was the unbelievers.' *Some pamphlets pro and con. had at length published, and was answered by George also issued from the press, while the newspapers inces-Chalmers, first in his Apology for the Believers, and santly teemed with paragraplis written on the spur next in his Supplemental Apology, wherein he refuted, of the moment, and dictated by the particular senti- to young Ireland's satisfaction, every position laid ments entertained as to the papers by their authors. down by Malone. After the avowal of the forgery, Malone having, in the interim, collected his mass of the author of Vortigern forwarded two very humble documents intended to prove the wliole a forgery, letters to Mr Chalmers, who, maintaining a prudent committed them to the press, under a liope that he silence, never answered them. should be able to publish his volume before the repre- This avowal was made from a stroke of conscience. sentation of Vortigern. The bulkiness of his pro- The forgery had been charged upon the elder Ireland duction, however, having defeated that object, he, the instead of the younger. It was argued that the latter's day the piece was to be performed, issued a notice, youth-he was but nineteen-precluding all possibility to the effect that he had a work on the eve of publi- of the papers being his, the whole must have been cation which would infallibly prove the manuscripts in fabricated by his father, who had made the son the Mr Ireland's possession mere fabrications, and warn- vehicle of introducing them to the public. It seems, ing the people not to be imposed upon by the play however, that the former was a total stranger to every advertised for that night's representation, as being proceeding in the composition of the papers; and from the pen of Shakspeare. "My father'-it is young George Steevens, who had been also suspected of Ireland who writes-—'having procured a copy of this participation in the fraud, is stated by Ireland to notice, though late in the day, instantly forwarded to have been equally innocent. Urged by the imperious the press the following handbill, and distributed an motive of rescuing his father's character from unmerimmense number amongst the assembled multitudes, ited obloquy, he came forward with the truth, having then choking up every avenue to Drury Lane Theatre: first abandoned the paternal roof, and relinquished a “ VORTIGERN.- A malevolent and impotent attack on profession for which he was studying. With the the Shakspeare MSS. having appeared on the eve wide world before me,' he says, and a host of the of representation of the play of Vortigern, evidently most implacable enemies at my back, ere my twentieth intended to injure the interests of the proprietor of year, I entered upon the eventful pilgrimage of life, the MSS., Mr Ireland feels it impossible, within the without a guide to direct my steps, or any means of short space of time that intervenes between the pub- existence save those which might result from my own lishing and the representation, to produce an answer industry and perseverance.' Of his after-career we to the most illiberal and unfounded assertions in know nothing. Mr Malone's Inquiry : he is therefore induced to request that the play of Vortigern may be heard with that candour that has ever distinguished a British


THERE has been an occasional gleam of sunshine in John Philip Kemble, who was then stage-manager the lurid horror of the terrible revolt of the sepoys. at Drury Lane, and had had the hero's part in the Many instances have occurred of fidelity and humanity tragedy assigned to him, saw at a glance that such amongst a people whose prejudices and devotional rubbish as composes Vortigern could never have eman- feelings are all against their alien rulers. These have ated from the mind of Shakspeare, even in his baby-chiefly been found amongst domestic servants—the hood, and passed that sentence upon it which he felt men who have been brought into close home contact the public ought, and did afterwards most effectually with the English. It may not be uninteresting to our pronounce. He therefore did his best to procure its readers, just at this moment, to hear something of the representation on the first, instead of the second, of habits and offices of this race, to gaze upon a rude April 1796, in order to pass upon the audience the sketch of our Indian servants ; and we can best draw it compliment of fools all. Foiled in this by the interpo- by recalling our first impressions and observations consition of old Ireland and Mr Sheridan, Kemble, how- cerning them. Two days after our landing, a feverish ever, so managed that the farce of My Grandmother attack confined me to my chamber and the adjoining should follow the tragedy, intending that all the sitting-room. As yet, I had only seen the servants en bearings of that production should be applied by the masse, as it were, without absolutely distinguishing one audience to the subject of the Shakspearian papers.' from the other. Now, as it was not clear whether my He is also charged by the younger Ireland with having illness was infectious or not, I was left to the care of preconcerted a signal when the opponents of the papers the native ayah and a European maid. After sunset, were to manifest their disapprobation. For this pur. thinking they would both be glad of a little cool air, pose, the following line in the fifth act was selected : I told them they might leave me, and go on the And when this solemn mockery is o'er.

house-top or into the garden for a change. They

accepted the offer gladly, and I soon after fell asleep However this may be, no sooner had he arrived at this on the sofa of the sitting-room. I awoke with eager line, which he delivered in an exceedingly pointed thirst; and as I slowly opened my eyes, beheld what manner, than 'a deafening clamour reigned throughout appeared to me, at first, a strange vision. On a mat one of the most crowded houses ever recollected in on the ground, at the foot of the sofa, sat the tall theatrical history, which lasted several minutes. Upon figure of a very handsome native, his arms crossed a hearing being at length obtained, instead of taking on his bosom, and his large black eyes fixed earnestly up the following line of the speech in rotation, Mr on my face. He was dressed in a peon's attire-that Kemble reiterated the above line with an expression is, a sort of short white blouse girt round the waist the most pointedly sarcastic and acrimonious it is by a sash; a turban on his head, and a sword beside possible to conceive. Added to this, the late Mr him. That he was devout, a short strip of paint Dignum was purposely placed by Mr Kemble in a between his eyebrows testified. I felt at first a little subordinate part, wherein, speaking of the sounding uneasy at finding myself the object of that fixed stare; of trumpets, he had to exclaim: “Let them bellow on!" but it was only significant of the watchfulness of a

careful attendant. The moment I stirred, the dark "Parsee know, Ma'am Sahib. Sun angry 'cos men eyes fell, and the lithe form rose with noiseless grace. wicked; he hide him face.' He went outside the crimson silk screen which stood Once a European maid-servant asked him why he at the door, and returned with a glass of toast and sighed so deeply, as he came out of the lady's room. water, which he held kindly, but very respectfully, to Ah, because me like Ma'am Sahib, and she so my lips. When I had finished drinking, he replaced wicked ; I know God be angry with her.' the tumbler, and again seated himself, this time with “Why, what has she done wicked ?' drooping eyes and folded arms, for I was awake, and She blow out candle, like nothin' 't all. Oh!' could speak if I needed anything. Still not a move This lamentation of poor Arjesia reminds me that ment escaped him. I was restless, and he smoothed it is—at least on the Bombay side of India-the and arranged my pillows; I dropped my handkerchief peculiar office of a separate servant to light and -it was restored instantly; I looked fushed, and he extinguish the candles and lamps. This man is called brought a punkah of painted feathers, and fanned me. a massall; and it was his office I thoughtlessly usurped A kinder nurse than this poor peon I never saw. when I blew out the taper, and shocked my kind

He was, I found, the sepoy who waited in the young Parsee friend. It is this man, the massall, who steals ladies' apartments; and at night, with his drawn sword noiselessly through the chambers at nightfall, and beside him, slept at our open chamber-doors, ever lights the wicks floating in a tumbler of cocoa-nut oil, ready, if called on, to destroy an insect or bring a which stand on the floor of every bedroom. If a light cup of tea. A civil, quiet, amiable man was Juan is required at any other hour in the twenty-four, it the sepoy—a Mohammedan, we believe, though, as we is the massall who is sought to light it. I once nearly were not allowed to talk on religious subjects with lost an English mail by requiring a taper to seal my the servants of the palace, we could not be sure. letter. The massall had to be found before light could

His service was a gentle one. He was always- be obtained at all; and when the taper was lighted, except at his hours for eating, &c.—to be found seated it was stopped by every Parsee it met on its road to near the sitting-room door, ready to go errands, pull me, that the first kindled fire might be duly reverenced. the punkah or fan which hangs across the room, pick Parsees, peons, massalls. Who come next? Oh, up a handkerchief, wipe our pens, and render every the ayah! In order of precedence, she should have sort of miscellaneous service which English languor been first. We can see that important personage even or luxury might exact. And his spiriting' was done now, in our mind's eye-a small woman, rather old in a style worthy of Ariel, so graceful was it, and too, gaily dressed in a yellow satin jacket, and a noiseless, and calm.

voluminous veil falling all round her, of white muslin There were two hundred servants altogether in and edged with gold. Her office was to attend her young about Parell. The head domestics were Parsees. The ladies after the bath, braid hair, which she did to major-domo, a fat, portly personage, ruled all the perfection, and otherwise attire them; but she could others. He was a good-looking man, with a very not work as an English lady’s-maid does, and therefore intelligent countenance, handsome, though disfigured an essential member of the feminine staff was a dirgee by the high purple cotton Guebre cap. All the men or tailor. who waited at table, or brought food, when at any time Our dirgee, hired at fifteen rupees (L.1, 10s.) per required, were Parsees. I found, when we travelled, month, was a Portuguese half-caste, rejoicing in the that I had to commit the custody of my rupees, in their name of Giuseppe Maria Emanuele da Silva. Seated heavy bag, to Cursetjee, the under butler, or major- on a sheet in one corner of our bedroom, he waited domo's assistant, who doled my money out to me when quietly for anything to mend or make, and did his required, and was treasurer in like manner to the work beautifully. His genius was, however, rather whole family. These servants were very superior to imitative than creative. He always made dresses all the other domestics. Handsome, active, intelligent, by a European pattern, save in one instance, when, and kindly, they shew superiority of race in a very to please him, we allowed him to make up an India extraordinary degree. One of them was called the muslin just as he chose. It was, when finished,

Count d'Orsay' of the establishment, on account of of a pretty fancy, though very singular, being trimmed his studied elegance of manner, which was at times all over with small fans of muslin, fastened with very entertaining. He went to the governor one day, bows of ribbon. He worked beautifully, his stitches and with profound humility requested “a letter of being nearly invisible. When he left me for another introduction' to the staff-surgeon, the talented and place, he brought a certificate for my signature; this excellent Dr M‘Lennan. The governor, amused at paper, evidently written by some professional scribe the request, asked why he wished to have it. "To ask or letter-writer, stated that the said Giuseppe Maria for some pills,' was the reply. N.B.—The pills were Emanuele da Silva was 'honourable, discreet, honest, of course supplied to all of the household who asked clever-an unequalled dirgee,' and, in fact, possessed for them. Another time, when we were travelling, of every virtue under heaven. I demurred a little at and I had unwittingly rested my feet on a covered having to make, or rather sign, such assertions; but basket at the bottom of the carriage, an act which I was told the certificate would only be taken at its caused him, as provedditore, some uneasiness, he came real value, as it was a mere form; so I added thereto up to the door, bowed profoundly, and observed that my name. it was not good for missee's health to sit with her feet Ayah' proved to be the least trustworthy of our in the butter!' Our own especial Parsee, however, Indian servants. Having taken offence at one of her the ‘ladies' favourite,' was superior to all the others. 'young ladies,' she changed a bottle of red lavender for His name was Arjesia; he was active in fulfilling one of laudanum ; and but for a mistake of the hakim the slightest request; honest, kind, and intelligent, or native doctor, who dispensed medicines in the house, and took apparently a greater interest in us than the the dose thus taken might have been fatal, and a very other servants did. He liked to explain customs, to charming young lady have been lost to English society; teach us Hindostanee words, to inform us about his but the laudanum had by accident been mixed with own faith. Once, on occasion of a total eclipse which tincture of rhubarb. took place during our stay in India, we asked him Our "housemaids' were men-hamals, as they are why the people of the adjoining village were tam-called (an Arabic name) in Bombay. Their office was taming and making such a noise. He replied: to make beds, clean the rooms, &c. It was strange 'Ignorant people think that great serpent come to eat to see them at their feminine tasks, some few of which up sun, so they beat tam-tam to frighten him away.' only appeared worthy of their strength; and when

* And what do you think the darkness is, Arjesia ?' their work of this kind was finished, stranger still to

behold them seated on the ground making, perhaps, attendants on our way to our own rooms every night, a satin jacket for their wives! They filled the baths. and slept ourselves with open doors, confident in their A low-caste woman, born to her office, which is here- protection and good faith. We trust this confidence ditary, emptied all slops from the basin and bath. will still continue, and that when we think of the In fact, the division of labour was absolutely intricate. Bengal sepoy's cruelty and treachery, we may at the

Our washerman or dobee was also constant same moment recollect how kind, how gentle, and, in servant. No change of laundresses in India! Your most instances, how faithful have been our Indian dobee goes where you go, taking his train of employés servants. with him, and washing your scarcely tumbled garments in the tank, with such energy, that their beatings on the stones cause the dirgee's services to be very

OUR CURATE S. frequently in request.

We have had a great number of these in our parish, Then come the mollies—an appellation which would and from my position as church warden, I am tolerably better suit the masculine housemaids than the caste well fitted to speak upon the subject. Under ‘Preferto which it belongs—that is, the gardeners. Lowcaste they are, and very poor, as may be seen by their ments and Appointments,’ in the church newspapers, slight figures and scanty garments, for your native, you may have seen, about once in every six months as he rises in the scale of rupees, waxes ponderous as

or so, 'the Rev. Somebody Something to the curacy well as prosperous, and wears clothing in accordance of Little Biddlebrigham, Devon,' and have been under with his estate. We saw but little of our poor molly ; the mistaken impression that the young man had got only once a day, in fact, when we left our bedrooms, a good thing; but this is far from being the case. 'A and found him waiting outside with the pretty morning, title given' and 'a sole charge' are the baits with offering of a bouquet of large roses, full blown, tied which we allure juvenile divines into our parish, and round a stick in the form of a large plate, and well

we have found them very killing - the baits, I mean, sprinkled with rose-water.

They rank as outdoor servants with gorawallahs not the divines; but since we are upon that subject, (grooms), &c., and perhaps should scarcely be included I may state at once that the word might have been amongst household servants; but that graceful little not seldom applied to our curates themselves. morning visit has given them, in our mind, a place Perceval Smarte, B. A., of the university of Oxford, within the threshold.

was a great example amongst us of this sort. It was All other domestics are almost constantly within almost a pity that a gentleman with so accurate an sight and hearing; for as there are no bells to summon eye for colour, and with so chaste a notion of costume, them, their attendance is nearer and more personal should have been restricted in the choice of vestthan that of European attendants. One or two are constantly in the apartment, or just outside it, like the ments by the nature of his profession. The canon .confidants' of an old French comedy; and must thus relating to ecclesiastical attire might have been susbecome more intimate with the feelings, habits, and pended in his particular case with the greatest interests of the family than our English servants do. safety, and without risk of the case 80 carefully It is amongst this class that much faith, kindness, and guarded against, of a scarlet clergyman with yellow gratitude have been displayed in the late dreadful stripes. He once shewed me a whole drawerful of revolt; as indeed might naturally have been expected. lemon-coloured kid-gloves, almost all new, which he But for their habitual timidity, they would probably had amassed during his lay career, and which he had have done much more. We remember the only instance in which the question of whose place it was

no intention whatever of wearing again. to do a thing, occurred in an establishment where every

It seems hard, does it not?' sighed Perceval man was born to his work, and did it. This was an Smarte--and I think there was a dewiness in his embarras proceeding wholly from want of courage. I large blue eyes when he said it-'but we must all was reading in the young ladies' parlour in our Deccan make our little sacrifices.' What, however, the strict bungalow, when a voice from the next room called me. letter of the highest church-discipline did permit I obeyed the summons, which came from a brave- him in garments, he took the fullest advantage of. hearted lady who was on a sofa, and unable to move I never yet saw a curate in canonicals who had from indisposition.

such an exceeding resemblance to a bishop. Upon "I think,' she said softly, there is a tiger in my one occasion, when the clerk was indisposed, I bedroom; I have seen a shadow like one through the went into the vestry with our curate to assist him open door. Will you shut it, and call the chobdhar?' in attiring himself, and I shall not easily forget it. her silver-stick.'

I only wish I knew the technical names for half the I complied, not without a little trepidation, and then things—the under-garments-in which I invested him. called to her attendant : Chobdhar! a tiger in lady's A certain black silk waistcoat, which reached down room ; come and shoot him!'

to his hips, was fastened-I remember that-at the "Eh, me! missee-no, not my place; I call sepoy.' back of his right shoulder; and there was an enormous

Sepoy made the same objection; Parsee ditto: at agate brooch, with a black cross upon it, the pin of length a large party, armed with guns, assembled, and which, in my clumsy attempts to fasten it, I ran into in great force entered the sitting-room. Then came his neck. His surplice was, I suppose, lawn of a the tug of war: it was nobody's place to open the dazzling whiteness, made to stick out in all direcdoor, and I was finally compelled to do the deed with tions, as though inflated: this, while he remained at my own hand, which, after all, required no great Little Biddlebrigham, was washed every week. His valour, as it opened towards me, and was in itself a immediate predecessor had not been so particular in cover. No rush of a tiger followed. There was a this matter, and wore one of a very different material. pause, and then slowly, with guns levelled, they Perceval Smarte, who assisted him upon the last advanced and discovered-not a tiger, but a large cat, Sunday of his stay with us, is said to have observed whose magnified shadow had thus betrayed to English to him sarcastically: 'I think, my friend, if I did eyes their want of pluck.

borrow a table-cloth to read prayers in, I would try Our servants slept on mats outside our rooms, in to procure a clean one.' Besides attending to his case of nightly service being required, well wrapped duties in the parish very assiduously, Mr Smarte from mosquitoes in veils of different degrees of smart- took the taste of our young ladies under his entire

We used to walk through a gallery of sleeping control ; not a gown was chosen without an eye to his


approbation, not a bonnet selected without the inward skeleton in everybody's house, with the unpleasant-
reflection : Now, I wonder what will our curate say nesses that had taken place in every family in Little
to this!' I must confess that I think he abused his Biddlebrighan, and by these means attained consider-
elevated position in the pulpit to scrutinise, before the able power, without making a single friend. The
service commenced, the novelties' recently imported neighbouring clergy disliked our little curate; but at
by his fair parishioners, for I always noticed that he their district theological meetings he took the lead,
was most severe upon them on Monday mornings. He and was by no means to be put down. The bishop, it
was not a poor man-or he could not have stopped so was rumoured, had asked his opinion upon a Hebrew
long as he did at Little Biddlebrigham, where a non- passage, when he came down hither to confirm; the
resident rector offers the hope of a recompense far archdeacon did not venture to patronise him; the
higher than any mere pecuniary reward,' and indeed rural dean desisted from his usual rubber upon the
does not, I believe, ever insult our curates by the night when our curate dined with him. Nobody
proffer of a stipend. He had a very comfortable little dined with Mr Curte Sharpely; he had cold meat at
bachelor establishment; and his sister sometimes came his meals in preference to hot, and drank with them
and stayed with him, who was the superior of some some peculiar effervescent mixture of his own contriv.
sort of amateur convent in the north, and wore a very ing, which, I believe, turned acid upon his stomach,
becoming dress, which distinguished, as she loved to and in some degree accounted for his disposition. His
call it, her order.' While she remained, there was a study and accurate knowledge of the classics and
series of festivities given by Mr Perceval Smarte: divinity did not soften his manners, nor indeed pre-
such snowy napkins, such glistening plate, ay, and vent them from being absolutely ferocious. People
wine, too, of such first-rate excellence, as was not to sometimes never spoke to him more than once; nobody
be surpassed at the squire's (Mr Broadland's) own ever differed from him after the first time. He had a
table at the hall. I remember but one mischance at rug at his front-door with Cave canem stamped upon
these entertainments of our curate, and that, I think, it, and Mr Broadland used to say it meant, Beware
happened the winter before last. Mr Smarte had an of the curate;' most of the Little Biddlebrighamers
infinite deal of trouble in getting men-servants to his adopted a still freer translation, and held it to signify,
liking out of our parish, and the one he had then, a Please to wipe your shoes.' When Mr Curte Sharpely
certain Samuel Scroggin, was only upon trial. This left us, we were certainly most of us pleased, but
poor fellow had never seen such things as hot-water were yet obliged to confess that he had taken the
plates before, nor did he at all imagine that their duty parish by the shoulders, and shoved it along the roads
was to keep our food warm: he opined, indeed, from to health and education further than any curate who
their form and character, that they were intended for had come before him.
quite another purpose; and when we trooped down A very horrible thing happened in our parish after
into the dining-room, we found them garnishing each his departure. A young gentleman, the Rev. Julian
individual chair-Samuel had thought they were to sit Montacute, tutor in the squire's family, consented to
upon in that cold weather. That was the only occa take the services for a few weeks, until we got a
sion upon which the Rev. Perceval was ever known to minister to suit us, for our non-resident rector had
use a naughty expression, and the lady-superior strove been too terrified by the letters of Curte Sharpely
in vain to drown it by a cough.

ever to appoint another man without some trial. Mr He was a very good man, and a very kind man, I Montacute was handsome, elegant, and had attained do believe, although he had not much judgment in high honours at the universities; but he was of very managing the vestry, and made a great deal of fuss tender years. We doubted whether, transferred as he about a parcel of saints and martyrs, wliom nobody at was about to be from private to public life, he would Little Biddlebrigham had ever so much as heard the muster_courage enough to read and preach before names of. I, for one, was very sorry when that tre- Little Biddlebrigham; it was agreed among the most mendous disturbance took place about the wax-candles, influential families that it would be quite excusable if with which the whole world is now sufficiently he declined preaching a sermon at all. We need not, acquainted, and our parish in particular was convulsed. however, have given ourselves any concern about this He was a better man, I believe, after all, than the matter, as Mr Julian Montacute not only read with Rev. Curte Sharpely who succeeded him.

great judgment and perfect nerve, but also astonished Mr Sharpely was a scholar of that magnitude, that us with one of the most beautiful flights of extempore one could never understand above half his sermons, and pulpit oratory with which our parish has been favoured. the other half was devoted to personalities. Upon the As learned as Curte Sharpely, as dignified as Perceval very second Sunday of his preaching, he flew at the Smarte, this young man had, besides, a store of pathos poor squire for having a guest in his house who had and a charm of delivery that were peculiarly his own. peculiar opinions, and did not come to church. He There was scarcely a lady without a pocket-handasked us all what was our opinion of that man who kerchief; and in the squire's pew, Miss Eleanor could take tea with a deist; and the squire and his But there, I will repeat no domestic scandal; the family walked straight out of their pew at once, misadventure of our whole parish with Mr Julian followed by all their servants, and by the sexton, who Montacute is surely of itself sufficiently interesting. is also the squire's gardener. The clerk himself was The whole congregation, in short, was delighted; nor seen to vacillate at his desk, doubtful whether his was there a tea-party in Little Biddlebrigham for allegiance was most due to his temporal or spiritual weeks where the eloquence of our young divine was head. Altogether, the scene was of a character not not the unfailing theme of praise. easily to be erased from the mind of a Little Biddle On the next Sunday, the Wesleyan chapel was brighamer

. Mr Curte Sharpely had a great deal to deserted; and the Ranter at the slate-quarry on the contend against in our parish after this; and it was hill preached to empty air. The church was filled to wonderful that he effected so much good as he really its porch with a crowd of eager listeners, and again did. He had, however, a very strong will, and fright- the Rev. Julian Montacute won every ear and moistened our village schoolmaster a great deal more than ened every eye. Two young ladies, who were about to the schoolmaster could ever frighten the boys; the be married in our parish, entreated as a particular mistress alone stood up against him womanfully, de- favour that they should be united by his graceful clining to work his somewhat exacting behests, upon hands; but he delicately declined to perform this the ground that she was not a clergyman, nor able to ceremony for them. Several young ladies not about perform impossibilities.' He made himself acquainted to be married But again, let me confine myself to with the weak points of everybody's character, with the lour public misfortune-in a word, our minister was the


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