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"I know that !' savagely exclaimed Sicard. "Thou- And in the meantime my shop,' he groanedsand thunders, if I had known it, I should not be 'and my three years' toiled-for connection, and my here now-veritable, decided ass, as I have admittedly stock-in-trade left in charge of Dubarle-and Cléproved myself to be! No, Monsieur Linwood, I was mence Say no more; I am definitively done for not even aware that Madame de Bonneville bad dis- -finished-massacred! And all, sacre bleu, in conse covered the abstraction from the armoire of a seed- quence of my good-nature. Oh, it is desolatingpearl necklace, to which a gold cross is attached, with lamentable!' initial letter of said Louise's baptismal name engraved I ceased endeavouring to console him by words, and thereon, and which letter I was gobe-mouche enough awaited what effect the petit souper-a very excellent to be persuaded could only stand for Lucy. Ah, mon one, brought in and nicely set out under the superDieu ! I tell you, Monsieur Linwood,' he went on intendence of the sergent de ville—might have in to say when sufficiently recovered, that that traitress restoring his equanimity, which it was essential should Fanchette helped me to mend the fractures of the be restored, if only that I might learn what had armoire doors, in order that madame might suspect occurred at Honfleur. nothing; and I, in acknowledgment, presented her The odour of the roast poulet, &c.; the glug-glug with a first-rate pair of boots — But what's the of the wine as I poured it out, had, as I anticipated, use of talking !'
a vivifying effect. Sicard turned his face from the •What trick was it then that Mademoiselle Clémence wall towards the table, sniffed approvingly; and discovered that her reputed mother was about to play finally remarking, by way of apology, that if a man me?'
was sentenced to be hanged, it would be necessary to "That she had formally accused you of travelling in eat in the meantime, got up, seated himself at the France under a false name—that of Jean Le Gros, to table, and when he was fairly at it, ate voraciously, be sure.'
though occasionally catching himself back, as it were, Well, but my dear Sicard, Madame de Bonneville, from the gratification of his appetite, to gaze around bad as she may be, will never proceed to extremities despairingly upon the gloomy cell, and exclaim: “But against you-her relative.'
really this is desolating !-lamentable! Nevertheless, But, sacred thunder, that is precisely what she will one must always eat; that is certain-demonstrable!" do! You don't know that she has become a tigress- The supper done, we were locked in for the night; an unchained fury, resolved, coûte qui coûte, to be and by the time he had consumed two or three glasses revenged upon you and me: upon you for not marry of strong brandy-punch, and as many cigars, Maître ing Clémence; upon me for persisting, spite of madame's Sicard had, in a comparative sense, cast dull care maledictions, that I will marry her. Naturally, I hoped behind him, and willingly consented to relate his that time would mollify her rage; but do you not see experiences in connection with Madame de Bonneville, that she has passed the Rubicon, by publicly accusing Clémence, and those sons of Satan, the Webbes, since I me, her relative, as you say, of robbing her in con- parted with him at the Messageries Impériales, St Malo. junction with you? Yes, and Fanchette can prove As the night was chilly, I proposed that we should that by my own confession. I shall be sent to the get into and sit up in bed; in which position, with the galleys, that is quite clear, and her threat, only a few aid of cigars, and brandy-and-water ad libitum, he could hours old, that she would effectually dispose of my narrate and I listen in tranquillity and comfort. This insolent pretensions-insolent pretensions was the was agreed to; we were quickly placed, and Sicard phrase—will be realised.'
led off con spirito. I persisted in asserting that he was really scaring 'I felt a lively satisfaction, Monsieur Linwood,' he himself with shadows; that Mr and Madame Waller began, 'in knowing you were definitively gone; in who, I doubted not, would arrive in France before many which state of mind my steps naturally took the direcdays had passed-would prove beyond question that the tion of the Rue Dupetit Thouars, to impart and share articles I had taken were theirs, and had been stolen that satisfaction with Mademoiselle Clémence. Ah! from them with their child many years since by Louise with what kindness, with what graciousness did the Féron; that "fille du diable' knowing this as well dear girl receive me!—with what a charning solicias I did, would consequently never venture, I urged, to tude did she listen to my account of the devices I had appear before the tribunals in support of the accu- recourse to in effecting your escape! Fanchette was sation-and so on. This view of the case revived there-not precisely at first, she was gone out to post Sicard's spirits, and lie was becoming himself again, a letter— but before long, and took-sly serpent as I when I, unawares, knocked him over again.
now comprehend—as lively an interest as did her • Tell me,' said I, 'what is the punishment awarded young mistress in what had been done. Never have I by the Code Pénal to travelling in France with false passed two such delightful hours, never experienced papers, or under a false name?'
such effusion of soul, such exquisite tendresse"Two years of prison, with or without hard labour Bref, I was happier than a king, and bade Clémence (travaux forcés), according to whether there are or are adieu in_a state of exalted felicity, after having not extenuating circumstances. In your case,' he assisted Fanchette to mend the armoire with some added, with a tinge of malice, “hard labour will no carpenter's glue, which would, she remarked, prevent doubt be awarded.'
the pièces d'accusation from being missed till, at all • That is pleasant hearing,' said I. 'Of course, then, events, your purpose in taking them had been accomyou took especial care that Madame de Bonneville plished. My last words that erening to Mademoiselle should not know it was you that furnished so-called Clémence, who could not shake off the nervous dread Jean Le Gros with the passport of the sick lieutenant with which the thought of encountering Madame de lodging at your house ?"
Bonneville inspired her, were these: "Fear nothing, Sicard sprang up bolt on end, as if impelled by a ma belle. I promise thee once more, upon the faith of a galvanic shock. "Hundred thousand thunders!' he Frenchman and thy devoted lover, that I will watch screamed; of course she knows it, and through that over and effectively protect thee from thy real or accursed Fanchette ! Ah, there is no longer any pretended mother and my relative.” I have loyally chance. It is all over with me. I am finished - endeavoured to redeem that pledge,' added Sicard, destroyed; that is certain-demonstrable!' and down with a groan—'and-here I am. he fell again in hopeless self-abandonment.
* Early the next morning,' he resumed, that detest"Come-come,' I remonstrated ; 'two years of prison able traitress Fanchette came to my shop for the is not, after all, the guillotine, nor one's lifetime. We boots I had promised her. I fitted her splay-feet à shall survive it, never fear.'
merveille, and she walked off chaussée as she had never
been before. Mademoiselle Clémence, she told me, had When she had disappeared round a projecting point of a slight nervous headache, but would receive me in land, I walked away to get my breakfast, but had not the evening. “Bon! all goes well,” I say to myself; gone far, when a commissionaire popped a note into “and now I must turn my attention to business, which, my hand, addressed to Monsieur Sicard, de St Malo. after all, must be minded, whether one is in love or not." I will give it you, in a hundred times, to guess who There were arrears, as you may suppose, to bring up; the writer was!' added Sicard with vivacity. and it was eight o'clock in the evening before I had 'I will guess it the first time-- Captain Webbe, finished and was suitably dressed for a visit to my alias Jacques Le Gros.' charming fiancée. At last I am ready, and take my • You are right. The note stated that the writer was way to the Rue Dupetit Thouars. I arrive there, find in a position to place my affair with a certain young the magasin closed, and knock at the door; the blows demoiselle en bon train, and would do so if I would call seeming at the same time to strike upon my heart. without delay at the Trois Rois de Cologne, and ask to There is no answer; I can see no light in the house, see Monsieur Baptiste. Of course I was only too happy and I am getting wild, distracted, when one of the to accept the invitation, and, arrived at the Trois Rois, work women comes up, recognises and addresses me: I was, to begin with, introduced to his tall, hand
“Ah, Monsieur Sicard," she says, "the magasin has some son. You know what a tongue the old gredin been closed since before five o'clock. Madame de has,' continued Sicard, and will not therefore be surBonneville returned the morning; there was a prised to hear that he explained most admirably terrible scene—madame, with mademoiselle sobbing as everything in his previous conduct that might, he if her heart would break, quitted the house together, said, have appeared strange or equivocal to me; and and have since, I hear, left St Malo by diligence, having so far cleared the ground, he presented his accompanied by Fanchette.”
plan of present battle. 'I am thunderstruck at hearing that,' continued Madame de Bonneville,' he said, 'was determined Sicard; my head turns round, and I am near to discover through him where you, Linwood, were, in falling on the pavé; but innate force of character order to bring about, bon gré, mal gré, the marriage sustains me, and I perceive that the time is come for which she had at heart. "Linwood is at Havre at this redeeming my promise to Clémence, of, at all costs and moment," continued the Sieur Webbe," and I do not hazards, watching over her safety. I hasten, therefore, doubt would be induced, notwithstanding all that has to the Messageries. The diligence is gone long since, passed, to forthwith espouse Mademoiselle Clémence, and in it, I am told, were Madame and Mademoiselle if Madame de Bonneville could obtain speech of him, de Bonneville and servant. I can only follow in a so potent are the influences which she could bring to hired vehicle; and as there is no alternative, I accept bear for that purpose. Now, observe,” he went on that expensive mode of travelling, order a voiture with rapidly to say, " that I am here to marry my son to a two horses to be prepared; hurry to the sous-prefec- young English lady-her father at least was an Engture, get my passport visé; my paquet is soon made, lishman—of the name of Wilson, of which young lady and I am off in pursuit of the fugitives, leaving, of Madame de Bonneville is guardian conjointly with necessity, my business in charge of Alexis Dubarle, a myself, and she will effectually interfere to prevent the good workman and bon enfant enough, but bon vivant, union of the attached young couple unless I first aid gourmand even, when he has the means. And now her to accomplish the marriage of Clémence with he will probably have command of the caisse of my young Linwood. Fortunately, she does not yet know establishment for two years to come. Oh! it is that I and my son have arrived here ; for if she did, crushing-insupportable infernal! Push the carase a her jealous vigilance would be redoubled, and there little further this way, if you please, Monsieur Linwood. would be no chance of a fortunate solution of our
· Well,' resumed Sicard, after a reviving draught difficulties. Neither of us dare consequently shew out of punch, 'I follow the diligence in my two-horsed of this house; and what I require is an intelligent, vehicle; but so many delays occur, that I lose instead trustworthy friend to be a medium of communication of gaining upon the fuyards, and arrive at Honfleur full between us and Mademoiselle Wilson. If you will twelve hours later than they. Madame de Bonneville, undertake the office, I pledge you my word of honour Clémence, and Fanchette are, I discover, at the Toison that an hour after my son's marriage, I will present d'Or. I-for economy, in presence of the eventualities myself with you before Madame de Bonneville, and defy before me, could not be disregarded-take lodgings at her-you can easily understand under what menacean auberge. The next morning, at about eleven o'clock, to withhold her consent to your union with so-called I present myself at the Toison d'Or, inquire for Madame Clémence de Bonneville, and really Lucy Hamblin.” de Bonneville, and am conducted to her apartment. “There was an immense deal more to the same tune,' Ah, my friend Linwood,' exclaimed Sicard, “I find drowsily continued Sicard, which I am too sleepy to myself in presence of a tigress-of a tigress enragé, relate; but the end of it was, that I undertook the and a terrified lamb; for Clémence, whose eyes I business—and a very awkward, delicate business it was notice are swollen with weeping, and who trembles I–I'll tell you why some day, and why Monsieur with fear, is there also. Instantly I am assailed, over- le Capitaine particularly chose-chose me to-towhelmed with insults, maledictions, threats-imperious What was I saying? Oh, ah, yes! that after being commands to immediately leave the hotel! Vainly I crammed to the throat with instructions-cautions endeavour to bear up against that hurricane of rage, -promises -morbleu! wasn't he lavish of them—I to obtain ever so brief a hearing. It is impossible; I carried notes and messages to and fro the Rue du am compelled to yield, and literally driven away by a Marché all the day long — She was a charming merciless torrent of taunt, sarcasm, and abuse.' jeune Anglaise-extremely charming, especially when
•You, of course, soon returned to the charge ?' dressed for the wedding, which—which was fixed to
Not I, morbleu! I had not the courage; besides, it take place at seven in the evening-very charming, would have been useless. I determined, however, not when she stood at the altar with le jeune Webbeto leave Honfleur while my virago relative remained even Clémence-I thought-Clémence--Clém'there, and to watch sedulously for an opportunity of Wake up, and go on, will you ?' seeing Clémence alone. Nothing, however, came of it; *Hein! what is it-what do you shake-shake'and I was no further advanced till early in the morn "Go on, I say, or I'll murder you!' ing of yesterday. I had, with many others, been "To-morrow-to-morrow,' he murmured, as his heavy observing the departure of the corsair-cutter, Espiègle, head dropped helplessly upon the pillow. which had come into Honfleur during the night, and "Were they married ?-answer that,' I shouted,'
'or, sailed again with a light breeze just before dawn. I by Heaven, I'll throttle you.'
Married — married - parbleu - I understand !-- this period are pleasantly and interestingly related; charming !-even Clémence'
though, like all solitary men, the author exaggerates I might as well have shaken a log of wood; and I the importance of his own thoughts, his I standing up jumped back into my own bed in a state of indescrib- like an obelisk in the midst of a level, though by no able agitation and dismay.
means barren expanse.
The building of his hut gave rise to many reflec
tions. He wondered that in all his walks he never AN AMERICAN DIOGENES.
came across a man engaged in so simple and natural WHEN Philip of Macedon announced his intention to an occupation as building his own house. There is,' invade Corinth, the inhabitants of that city, overlook- he says, some of the same fitness in a man's building ing, or feigning not to perceive, their utter incapability his own house, as there is in a bird's building its own of resistance, affected to make great preparations for nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwelldefence; while Diogenes, who, like many of us, even | ings with their own hands, and provided food for at the present time, delighted to ridicule the follies he themselves and families, simply and honestly enough, did not himself commit, rolled about his tub in an the poetic faculty would be universally developed, excited, bustling manner, by way of deriding the as birds universally sing when they are thus engaged.' fussy, fruitless show of opposition made by the feeble So, as he hewed his studs and rafters, he sang-if not Corinthians. The transatlantic Diogenes, however, as musically, at least quite as unintelligibly as any when he observed the foolish, aimless bustle made by birdthe modern Corinthians of the world, in pursuit of the
Men say they know many things; sacred dollar and its glittering accessories, instead of
But lo! they have taken wingsrolling about his tub, quietly sat down in it, and wrote
The arts and sciences, an interesting book, replete with pithy, original obser
And a thousand appliances ; vations, but strongly tinctured with the inevitable
The wind that blows dogmatism that ever attends the one soi-disant wise
Is all that anybody knows.' man who assumes to be the teacher of all the rest of As Mr Thoreau squatted, he paid no rent; but the his race. Henry D. Thoreau, the American Diogenes, if glass, ironwork, and other materials of his hut, which we may presume to term him so—assuredly we mean he could not make himself, cost twenty-eight dollars. no offence-is a graduate of Harvard university, a The first year he lived in the woods, he earned, by ripe scholar, and a transcendentalist of the Emersonian day-labour, thirteen dollars, and the surplus produce school, though he goes much further than his master; of his beans he sold for twenty-three dollars; and as his object, apparently, being the exaltation of man- his food and clothing during that period cost him kind by the utter extinction of civilisation. When Nat thirteen dollars only, he thus secured leisure, health, Lee was confined in Bedlam, the unfortunate dram- and independence, besides a comfortable house, as atist roundly asserted his perfect sanity, exclaiming: long as he chose to occupy it. Rice, Indian meal, * All the world say that I am mad, but I say that all beans, and molasses, were his principal articles of food. the world are mad; so being in the minority, I am He sometimes caught a mess of fish; and the wood placed here. Now, the truth, as it generally does, gratuitously supplied him with fuel for warmth and may have lain between the two extremes; and in like cooking. Work agreed with his constitution as little manner, Mr Thoreau, when he lazily lived in a hut, as doing good. He tells us : 'I love a broad margin in a lonely wood, subsisting on beans, was not half so to my life. Sometimes in a summer morning, having mad as his neighbours, the 'cute New Englanders, sup- taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway posed him to be ; nor, on the other hand, were they so from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the mad as he considered them, though they lived in com- pines, and hickories, and sumachs, in undisturbed fortable houses, in towns, and ate beef and mutton, solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or which they consequently worked hard to pay for. flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun
Mr Thoreau had tried school-keeping,' but without falling in at my west window, or the noise of some success, because he did not teach for the good of his traveller's wagon on the distant highway, I was refellow-men, but simply for a livelihood.' He had tried minded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons commerce, but found that trade curses everything it like corn in the night, and they were far better than handles ; and though you trade in messages from any work of the hands would have been. They were heaven, the whole curse of trade attaches to the busi- not times subtracted from my life; but so much over ness.' He had tried doing good, but felt satisfied and above my usual allowance. This was sheer idleness that it did not agree with his constitution. Indeed he to my fellow-townsmen, no doubt; but if the birds and says: “The greater part of what my neighbours call flowers had tried me by their standard, I should not good, I believe in my soul to be bad; and if I repent have been found wanting.' of anything, it is very likely to be my good-behaviour.' As he walked in the woods to see the birds and At last, as he could fare hard, and did not wish to squirrels, so he sometimes walked in the village to see spend his time in earning rich carpets or other fine the men and boys. The village appeared to him as furniture, or a house in the Grecian or Gothic style, a great newsroom: its vitals were the grocery, the he concluded that 'the occupation of a day-labourer bar-room, the post-office, and the bank; and as a was the most independent of any, especially as it necessary part of the machinery, it had a bell, a big required only thirty or forty days' work to support a gun, and a fire-engine. The houses were arranged man for the whole year. Besides, the labourer's day to make the most of mankind, in lanes and fronting ends with the going down of the sun, and he is then one another, so that every traveller had to run the free to devote himself to his chosen pursuit; but his gantlet, and every man, woman, and child might get employer, who speculates from month to month, has a lick at him. But to one of his village visits there no respite from one end of the year to the other.' So, hangs a tale, which he shall tell himself: "One afterborrowing an axe, he boldly marched into the woods of noon, when I went to the village to get a shoe from the Concord, where, on the pleasant bank of Walden Pond, cobbler's, I was seized and put into jail, because I did he built himself a hut, in which he lived alone for not pay a tax to, or recognise the authority of, the more than two years, subsisting chiefly on beans state, which buys and sells men, women, and children, planted and gathered by his own hands. In the book,* like cattle, at the door of its senate-house. I had gone already adverted to, his thoughts and actions during down to the woods for other purposes. But wherever
a man goes, men will pursue and paw him with their *Talden, or Life in the Woods. Boston: Ticknor and Fields. dirty institutions, and, if they can, constrain him to
belong to their desperate odd-fellow society. It is true, affected with the trembling delirium, and his face was I might have resisted forcibly, with more or less effect, the colour of carmine. He died in the high-road. might have run a muck against society; but I preferred Before his house was pulled down, when his comrades that society should run a muck against me, it being the avoided it as “an unlucky castle,” I visited it. There desperate party. However, I was released the next lay his old clothes curled up by use, as if they were day, obtained my mended shoe, and returned to the himself, on his raised plank-bed. His pipe lay broken woods in season to get my dinner of huckleberries on on the hearth, instead of a bowl broken at the founFair Haven Hill.'
tain. The last could never have been the symbol of Mr Thoreau failed in making any converts to his his death, for he confessed that though he had heard system; one person only, an idiotic pauper, from the of Brister's spring, he had never seen it; and soiled village poor-house, expressed a wish to live as he did. cards-diamonds, spades, and hearts-were scattered An honest, hard-working, shiftless Irishman, however, over the floor. One black chicken-black as night, seemed a more promising subject for conversion. This and as silent-still went to roost in the apartment. man worked for a farmer, turning up meadow, with a In the rear, there was the dim outline of a garden, spade, for ten dollars an acre, with the use of the land which had been planted, but had never received its and manure for one year, while a little broad-faced son first hoeing, though it was now harvest-time.' worked cheerfully at his side. So as Mr Thoreau The natural sights and sounds of the woods, as relates: 'I tried to help him with my experience, described by Mr Thoreau, form much pleasanter telling him that he was one of my nearest neighbours, reading than his vague and scarcely comprehensible and that I, who looked like a loafer, was getting my social theories. He says: 'I had this advantage, at living like himself; that I lived in a tight, light, and least, in my mode of life over those who were obliged clean house, which hardly cost more than the annual to look abroad for amusement to society and the rent of such a ruin as his commonly amounts to; and theatre, that my life itself was become my amusement, how, if he chose, he might in a month or two build and never ceased to be novel. It was a drama of many himself a palace of his own; that I did not use tea, nor scenes, and without an end. As I sit at my window coffee, nor butter, nor milk, nor fresh meat, and so did this summer afternoon, hawks are circling about my not have to work to get them; again, as I did not work clearing; the tantivy of wild pigeons, flying by twos hard, I did not have to eat hard, and it cost me but a and threes athwart my view, or perching restless on trifle for my food; but as he began with tea, and coffee, the white pine boughs behind my house, gives a voice and butter, and milk, and beef, he had to work hard to to the air; a fish-hawk dimples the glassy surface of pay for them, and when he had worked hard, he had to the pond, and brings up a fish; a mink steals out of eat hard again to repair the waste of his system. And the marsh before my door, and seizes a frog by the so it was as broad as it was long-indeed, it was shore; the sedge is bending under the weight of the broader than it was long, for he was discontented, and reed-birds flitting hither and thither; and for the wasted his life into the bargain. I told him that as he last half-hour I have heard the rattle of railroad-cars worked so hard, he required thick boots and stout -now dying away, and then reviving like the beat clothing, which yet were soon soiled and worn out; of a partridge-conveying travellers from Boston to but I wore light shoes and thin clothing, which cost the country. At night,' he continues, when other not half so much ; and in an hour or two, without birds are still, the screech-owl takes up the strain, labour, but as a recreation, I could catch as many fish like mourning women in their ancient u-lu-lu. Their as I should want for two days, or earn enough money dismal scream is truly Ben Jonsonian. “ Wise midto support me a week. If he and his family would night hags!” It is no honest and blunt tu-whit tu-who live simply, they might all go a huckleberrying in the of the poets, but, without jesting, a most solemn summer for their amusement.'
grave-yard ditty, the mutual consolations of suicide Puzzled, but not convinced, the Irishman and his lovers remembering the pangs and the delights of greasy-faced wife' stared and scratched their heads. supernal love in the infernal groves. Yet I love to Such teaching must have sounded strangely to them, hear their wailing, their doleful responses, trilled along who had crossed the Atlantic to do their share of work the wood-side ; reminding me sometimes of music and in the world, and enjoy its reward in the form of tea, singing-birds, as if it were the dark and tearful side of coffee, butter, and beef. Patrick, however, was silly music, the regrets and sighs that would fain be sung. enough to leave his work for that afternoon, and go They are the spirits, the low spirits and melancholy a-fishing with the philosopher; but his . derivative old- forebodings of fallen souls that once in human shape country mode of fishing disturbed only two fins.' So night-walked the earth and did the deeds of darkness, he wisely went back to his work the next morning, now expiating their sins with their wailing hymns or probably studying the proverb of his country which threnodies in the scenery of their transgressions. They teaches, that 'hunger and ease is a dog's life;' and give me a new sense of the variety and capacity of our author thus rather uncourteously dismisses him: that nature which is our common dwelling. Oh-0-0-0-0 * With his horizon all his own, yet he a poor man, that I never had been bor-y-1-1-r-n! sighs one on this born to be poor, with his inherited Irish poverty, or side of the pond, and circles with the restlessness of poor life, his Adam's grandmother and boggy ways, despair to some new perch on the gray oaks. Then not to rise in this world, he nor his posterity, till their that I never had been bor-r-r-r-n/ echoes another wading, webbed, bog-trotting feet get talaria to their on the further side with tremulous sincerity; and heels.
bor-r-r-r-n! comes faintly from far in the Lincoln Another Irishman, of a very different stamp, a woods. In the meanwhile, all the shore rang with the squatter in the woods of Walden, might have proved trump of bull-frogs, the sturdy spirits of ancient winea more facile subject for conversion; but he died just bibbers and wassailers, still unrepentant, trying to after making Mr Thoreau's acquaintance. This man's sing a catch in their Stygian lake, though their voices name was Quoil; and when he did work, which was have waxed hoarse and solemnly grave, mocking at very seldom-for he liked work as little as Mr Thoreau mirth; and the wine has lost its flavour, and become himself did — followed the occupation of a ditcher. only water to distend their paunches, and sweet intoxiHaving, however, been a soldier in the British army, cation never comes to drown the memory of the past, his American neighbours gave him the brevet rank of but mere saturation, and water-loggedness, and distencolonel. Colonel Quoil, Mr Thoreau tells us, was a sion. The most aldermanic, with his chin upon a man of manners, like one who had seen the world, leaf, which serves for a napkin to his drooling chaps, and capable of more civil speech than one could well under this northern shore quaff's a deep draught of the attend to. He wore a greatcoat in midsummer, being once scorned water, and passing round the cup with
HAPPY AND UNII APPY WOMEN.
the ejaculation tr-r-r-oonk, tr-s-r-oonk, tr-s-r-oonk ! and will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness straightway comes over the water, from some distant weakness.' cove, the same password repeated, where the next in Who is it, we have more than once mentally inseniority and girth has gulped down to his mark;quired, when penning the preceding sketch, that Mr and wlien this observance has made the circuit of the Thoreau reminds us of? Surely it cannot be-yes, it shores, then ejaculates the master of ceremonies, with is—10 other than his renowned compatriot Barnum. satisfaction, tr-r-r-oonk! and each in its turn repeats As homespun, beans, and water differ from fine linen, the same, down to the least distended, leakiest, and turtle, and champagne, so do the two men differ in flabbiest paunched, that there be no mistake; and then tastes, habits, disposition, and culture; yet we cannot the bowl goes round again and again, until the sun think of the one without an ideal association of the disperses the morning mist, and only the patriarch is other. In one respect only do they seem to agreenot under the pond, but vainly bellowing troonk from both have an antipathy to hard work; but while one time to time, and pausing for a reply.'
prefers diminishing his wants, the other, increasing Those were the summer sounds; in winter nights them, invents extraordinary schemes for their gratis !! he heard the forlorn but melodious note of the hooting. fication. If Barnum's autobiography be a bane, owl, such a tone as the frozen earth would yield if Thoreau's woodland experiences may be received as struck with a suitable plectrum. 'I seldom, he its antidote; but, unfortunately, the former musters writes, 'opened my door in a winter evening without its readers by tens of thousands, the latter probably hearing it: hoo hoo hoo, hoorer hoo, sounded sonorously, in hundreds only. It is to be hoped, however-though and the first three syllables accented something like all of us have a reasonable predilection for beef, how der do, or sometimes hoo hoo hoo only. One night pudding, and the society of our fellow-creatures-that in the beginning of winter, before the pond froze over, there are few readers of this Journal who would not about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking prefer eating beans in the woods with Thoreau to of a goose, and stepping to the door, heard the sound living on the fat of the earth, in the best show in all of their wings, like a tempest in the woods, as a flock Vanity Fair, with Barnum. flew low over my house. They passed over the pond, seemingly deterred from settling by my light, their commodore honking all the while with a regular beat. A WOMAN'S THOUGHTS ABOUT WOMEN. Suddenly an unmistakable cat-owl, from very near me, with the most harsh and tremendous voice I ever heard from any inhabitant of the woods, responded at I GIVE fair warning that this is likely to be 3 regular intervals to the goose, as if determined to sentimental' chapter. Those who object to the !! expose and disgrace this intruder from Hudson Bay by same, and complain that these papers are 'not pracexhibiting a greater compass and volume of voice in a tical,' had better pass it over at once ; since it treats native, and boo hoo him out of Concord horizon! What of things essentially unpractical, impossible to be do you mean by alarming the citadel at this time of weighed and measured, landled and analysed, yet night consecrated to me? Do you think I am ever as real in themselves as the air we breathe and the caught napping at such an hour, and that I have not sunshine we delight in—things wholly intangible, yet got lungs and larynx as well as yourself? Boo-hoo, the very essence and necessity of our lives. boo-hoo, boo-hoo. It was one of the most thrilling Happiness! Can any human being undertake to discords I ever heard. And yet, to a discriminating define it for another? Various last-century poets ear, there were in it the elements of a concord such as have indulged in ‘Odes' to it, and good Mrs Barbauld these plains never saw nor heard.'
wrote a 'Search' after it-á most correct, elegantly *Sometimes,' Mr Thoreau continues, 'I heard the phrased, genteel little drama, which, the dramatis foxes, as they ranged over the snow-crust, in moon- persone being all females, and not a bit of love in light nights, in search of a partridge or other game, the whole, is, I believe, still acted in old-fashioned barking raggedly and demoniacally like forest-dogs, boarding schools, with great éclat. The plot, if I as if labouring with some anxiety, or seeking expres- remember right, consists of an elderly lady's leading sion, struggling for light, and to be dogs outright, four or five younger ones on the immemorial search, and run freely in the streets ; for if we take the ages through a good many very long speeches; but whether into our account, may there not be a civilisation going they ever found happiness, or what it was like when on among brutes as well as men? They seemed to found, I really have not the least recollection. me to be rudimental burrowing men, still standing on Let us hope that excellent Mrs Barbauld is one of their defence, awaiting their transformation. Some the very few who dare venture even the primary times one came near to my window, attracted by question - What is Happiness? Perhaps, honest my light, barked a vulpine curse at me, and then woman! she is better able to answer it now. retreated.'
I fear, the inevitable conclusion we must all come Mr Thoreau went to the woods, because he wished to to is, that in this world, happiness is quite indefinlive deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, able. We can no more grasp it than we can grasp and see whether he could learn what it had to teach ; so the sun in the sky or the moon in the water. We that when he came to die, he might not discover that can feel it interpenetrating our whole being with he had not lived. After supporting animal and intel- warmth and strength; we can see it in a pale refleclectual life for two years, at the cost of thirteen dollars tion shining elsewhere; or in its total absence, we, per annum, he left the woods for as good a reason as walking in darkness, learn to appreciate what it is he went there.' It seemed to him that he had several by what it is not. But I doubt whether any woman more lives to live, so he could not spare any more time ever craved for it, philosophised over it, or-pardon, for that particular one. He learned, however, by his shade of Barbauld I-commenced the systematic search experiment, that it is not necessary a man should earn after it, and ever attained her end. For happiness is his living by the sweat of his brow; and to maintain not an end-it is only a means, an adjunct, a conseone's self on this earth is not a hardship but a pastime, quence. The Omnipotent Himself could never be if we will live simply and wisely. Moreover, if a man supposed by any, save those who out of their own advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, human selfishness construct the attributes of Divinity, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, to be absorbed throughout eternity in the contemplahe will meet with a success unexpected in common tion of His own ineffable bliss, were it not identical hours. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws with His ineffable goodness and love. of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude Therefore, whosoever starts with 'to be happy' as