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walk ?" he said: “I must visit one covered. Upon the last the initials of my parishioners. I may, perhaps, J. S. were plainly legible ; and on the have an opportunity to show you hilt of the sword, as on some of the something more worthy your anti- fragments of metal, were the letters quarian attention than the legend of F.R.F.D., standing for First RegiSt Matthew and his fountain." * ment Finland Dragoons.
The two men took hat and stick Although it was at once evident and followed the peasant, who led that these relics had not the age them through the village to his little requisite to give them value in antifarm, across a garden and a small quarian eyes, the student and his meadow, till he stopped before a venerable friend did not the less exknoll of ground, and turned to his amine them with strong interest. On companions.
their way to the oak, the minister “Your reverence must know," said and Johann Thorsen had told their he," that here upon the hillock, and companion the story of the Swedish round about, an oak copse formerly sergeant, and his wonderful disappeargrew, for which reason we still call ance. The tradition was current the field Oak Meadow,' although no amongst the peasantry, and some deone now living remembers any oaks tails of it were still in existence in here save yonder old one, cloven by an old vestry register. That day's this day's lightning. It was quite storm had cleared up the marvel, and hollow, but that could not be seen till explained the mystery, there could now. If your reverence will take the be no doubt that the skeleton distrouble to come up the knoll-stay, covered in the oak was that of poor give me your hand, I will help you" Svartberg. The letters upon the
* Thank you, my son," said the sabre and buckles, and especially minister, “I can do without assis, those upon the gold ring, sufficiently tance."
proved this; the latter unquestionAnd the worthy man gently as- ably stood for Jon Svartberg. It was cended the little eminence. One half evident that the young Swede, purof the huge oak still stood erect, sur- sued by those from whom he had mounted by rich green foliage-the little mercy to expect, and impeded in other moiety had been riven away by running by the weight of his accouthe lightning's power and the whole trements had climbed the oak for interior of the tree was exposed to safety, and had slipped down into view like an open cupboard. It was the hollow, between whose narrow melancholy to behold this forest mo- sides he got closely wedged, and was narch thus rent and overthrown, his thence unable to extricate himself. verdant crown defaced and trailing in There he remained immured alive in the dust. But this reflection found no a living sarcophagus ; and there upon place in the minds of either clergy. every one of seven-score succeeding man or student-their attention was springs, the deceitful oak (like Deadengrossed by a variety of objects that Sea apples, all freshness without and lay in a confused heap in the cavity rottenness within) had put forth, of the oak. Upon near examination above his mouldering remains, a these proved to consist of the remains wreath of brilliant green of a human skeleton, which, to judge Upon the same Sunday on which, from the position of the bones, must little Thor Hansen was christened in have stood upright in the tree, its the church of Vinding, Svartberg's arms extended upwards. A pair of remains were consigned to conselarge iron spurs, several nails crated ground. John Thorsen and and brass buckles, a long sword, the student stood beside his grave: nearly consumed by rust, pieces of the old minister threw earth upon his iron and brass belonging to a dra- ashes and wished him good rest. goon's helmet, some coins of the reign Some sorry jesters in the villageof Charles Gustavus, and finally a tavern opined he would need it, after broad gold finger-ring, were also dis being so long upon his legs.
* A mineral spring in the parish of Vinding, dedicated to St Matthew by the monks of a neighbouring convent, which existed there previously to the Reformation.
SKETCHES IN PARIS.
So fleeting are the scenes of revo- by a sudden and almost unconnected lutionary history-so phantasmagoric transition, the object of hatred, susare they in their character, as well picion, and mistrust, at another? On from their quickly evanescent nature such occasions the dissolving views as from their wild and startling effect have scarcely time to dissolve. --so rapid are the changes that every N othing, then, is a more difficult day, and almost every hour, produce, or a more thankless task, than to that before they can be well sketch scenes of a revolutionary time sketched they have flitted away from among such a rapidly self-revolutionbefore the eyes, to be replaced by ising people. Scarcely is the scene others as strange and startling. sketched, but it is superseded by one Those that have been hastily trans- of newer, and consequently more ferred to the note-book are gone as powerful interest; its effect has faded soon as traced: those that follow upon utterly away; it is old, rococo, unthe next leaf grow pale, however satisfactory: the new one alone claims high and bold their colouring, by the every eye, and the tribute of all emoside of the still more vivid picture tions. With such fearful expressthat is placed in contrast the next train hurry and dash does history day. The interest of the present rush along, that the history of yester. swallows up that of the past: that of day seems already "ancient” history, the future will shortly devour the in- and the tale of the last hour "a tale terest of the present. In no country of other times," no longer fit to comis the difficulty of seizing the revolu- mand a thought, or excite a sensation; tionary physiognomy before it changes, or, at best, it may be said to belong and stamping it in permanent da- only to those grubbing antiquaries in guerreotype, more sensible than among political considerations, who live out the easily excited, and consequently of the whirling movement of their ever-changeful French-in no place age. On those who linger among on the earth more than in that fickle such scenes, this feeling is so powerand capricious city, the capital of re- fully impressed that they seem to volutionised France. There, more themselves to grow old with frightful than elsewhere, the scenes of revolu. rapidity, and to have lived ten years tion have the attribute of dissolving at least in as many days. views. They are before your eyes at Thus, in opening a Parisian Sketchone moment: as you still gaze, they book, in which many a scene has been change-they run into other colours traced during the last few months, and other forms,-they have given the feeling that the sketches therein way to a complete transformation. hastily made are already too old, Such scenes have all the effect of the too “flat, stale, and un profitable," to flickering, uncertain, and varying please the novelty-craving publiceye,phantom pictures of the mirage of the that even the latest, while being exdesert : and this effect, so observable hibited, may be thrown into the shade in the outward state of things, in the by newer and more vivid scenes, aspect of the streets, in the tumult, or which would afford subjects for fresher the sulky calm, in the rapidly rolling pictures,-deters from their exhibition. panorama of the day, changed in alí But still there may be some of those its objects and its colours on the mor- grubbing antiquaries in revolutionary row,-is just as remarkable in moral history, who may not be sorry to have influences, in the enthusiasm of one a specimen of "old times" in the shape hour, which becomes execration in of a vignette or two drawn upon the the next; in the hope, the fear, the spot, although it was done yesterday, confidence, and the despair. This is true, or even the day before, placed within and perhaps even to a greater extent, his hands; and so the Sketch-book in men, as well as things or deeds. Have shall be opened, and turned over at we not seen so lately the hero, the idol, hap-hazard, and a few sketches of revothe demigod of one moment, become, lutionary Paris offered to public gaze.
See! first of all we fall upon a rapid ous designs, call for funds from all tracing or two of scenes from those the country to pay this herd of men, wild abysses, in which have sunk in- who prefer eating the bread of idledustry, trade, confidence, and prin- ness as their due-for have not they ciple-the ateliers nationaux. The been told that they are the masters, pencil of a moral Salvator Rosa is and that the country must support alone worthy to paint them! But them ?-to earning their bread by great breadth of light and shade, and the sweat of their brow, when they powerful colouring, must not be sought are enabled to do it: and all this safor in a scrap of a vignette. Perhaps crifice shall not hereafter avert the we have not stumbled so utterly mal. danger anticipated by those fears. à propos upon these pictures; for since The first impression conveyed by the ateliers nationaux were so inti- the scene is that, some how or other, mately connected with the pretexted we have been suddenly transported causes, and the fearful organisation, into the “ back woods” of a Transatof the bloody insurrection in the lat- lantic settlement. A few huts of wood ter end of June, they may be sup- are knocked up in different parts under posed, as events go rattling on, to the trees, for the use of those paid belong to the “middle ages" of the superintendents who have nothing past French revolutionary history, to superintend, and who only aid in and not to be so positively lost already fostering the passions of the wild men in its “ dark ages" as to have become whom they are vainly said to have utterly uninteresting.
under their command, and in organising The sketch is taken in the park of into revolutionary bands, to work the Monceaux, at the western extremity will of a disappointed and frantic of the capital. The old trees stand party, a host of half-savage beings, there pretty nearly as they did, disorganised to every social tie. The although some have been cut down or hundreds of half-dressed men who are torn up, no one can well say why, grouped hither and thither, with inunless it may have been from a spirit struments of labour in their hands, of devastation for devastation's sake; might be supposed, were they really the old clumps, and the grass-plots, employed upon any exertion, to be the although sadly worn, are still there; settlers, occupied in effecting a clearbut how different is the aspect of the ance. Some even might be taken, spot from that which might have been from their wild looks and wilder gessketched last year in the same sweet tures, for a few of the last remnants spring-tide! The calm and the make- of the aboriginal savages, who had believe rurality are gone. Where just sold the heritage of their fathers nurse-maids and children gambolled for deep draughts of the “fire-water." on the greensward, or a couple of But when we look more nearly to the lovers lingered so near the tumult of details in the composition of the picthe capital, and yet so secluded and ture, we shall find component parts unobserved, or the dreamer lounged of it perfectly exceptional, and pecuto dream at ease, although the roar of liarly belonging to the circumstances the great city still rang in his ears, is of the place and of the day. Some of now a scene of confusion and disorder. the men in the groups, it is true, bear A herd of miserable, or idle and reck- all the air of sturdy workmen, although less men, have been there got to. they are demoralised by their position gether; and the spot has been allotted of real idleness, that “root of all evil," as one of the newly constituted and disgusted with having their enerrevolutionary national workshops. gies employed upon “make-believe” - Workshops!" what irony in the work. i Make-believe" indeed! for word! Work there is none for the children could scarcely be seduced into wretched men to do; profit there is the fantasy that they were really none, at the very best, to expect from doing any labour of positive utility. it. The impoverished and harassed Some again are strong men, capable country is burdened with new taxes, of bearing exertion as settlers or forest to keep the dangerous and disorderly clearers; but they are not the men of in a seeming state of quiet; the fears the “ woods and wilds." Those hands of a government, or even its treacher- plunged down into the deep pockets of their full trowsers, without the least high pedestal on which they had put show ofwillingness to work, those heads her up aloft, or one is replaced by an tossed back, that sharp cunning roll other, wearing a hideously coarse red of the evil eye, that leer, that sardonic cap of liberty ; their fair dream, in grin, that mouth carelessly pursed up which they lived, has flown, with its to whistle, all betray the common city- bright rainbow colours, and left before thief, who knows not why he should them nothing but a naked, rugged, not share in the bounty of the country hideous reality; the poetry, as well as to the idle and disorderly, particularly the necessary materialism of their when his own trade thrives so ill in lives, have been cut off at once; the these days of the patrollings andmarch pleasant sward, on which they trod" ings, and drummings about the streets, forward;" with daisies pied,” has by night as well as day, of the national terminated on a sudden, upon an guards : among those faces, also, we abyss formed by the unexpected conmay find the dark scowl of the branded vulsion of an earthquake. Their difelon and the murderer. But look at vinity was Art; she has fled with a those pale puny men, with their lank sob before the advance of coarse dehair and scanty beards ! How ont of mocracy, that proclaims her a useless place they seem in these “backwoods” and foolish idol. Their dream was of civilisation! How miserably they the worship in the temple of Art; hang their heads, and look upon the the temple has fallen to the ground, earth! They are the poor weavers, and the rainbow coruscations of its and fabricators of jewellery, and altar have vanished. The path which makers of all kinds of articles of luxury, was to lead on to fame and fortune whose trade is closed to them by the has abruptly terminated. There ruin caused to all wealth and luxury is no hand to foster the neglectby the revolution, and who are out of ed and degraded deity; the poor employ. They are real objects of artists, who were just commencing charity: and they are true objects of their career, are now reduced to pity also, as they thus stand, unable penury : for the most part, these poor and unwilling to work at their useless orphan children of art are pennilesstrades, and brood over their misery, almost houseless ; they have been and think of their wives and babes, forced to lay aside the brush for the for whom they, who might have be- spade or pick-axe - the brightlyfore earned a decent livelihood, must coloured pallet for the dull earth; now beg, from a nation's reckless and now they brood here, in the ate.. charity, a scanty subsistence. Poor liens nationaux, over their fantasies woe-begone wretches ! they have flown and their real misery-happy cursed the revolution in the bitterness even that they can receive the national of their hearts; although by a strange pittance to prevent them from starvbut not uncommon revulsion of feel- ing. Look to those young men, sprin-ing, they will throw themselves, per- kled here and there in the groups-boys haps, soon into the arms of their they are almost sometimes--with their enemy, and espouse, in despair, its thin delicate mustaches, and their hair wildest, bloodiest doctrines, with the arranged with some coquetry of curl, hope that any change, however despe- even in the midst of their disorder, rate,may tend to relieve them from their and in spite of the blouse with which uttermisery, but to find out, at last, that their attire is covered. Look at their they have plunged into a still more hands! they are white and delicatefearful abyss. Look! in that corner, they are not used to handle the implebeneath that further clump of trees, are ments of labour. If they work, the some who have thrown themselves drops of perspiration trickle over their gloomily upon the ground, to dream pale faces like tears which will find a of a gloomy future ; or lean their passage, even if the eyes refuse to let backs against the stems, to raise them go. They have been evidently their eyes despairingly to heaven; used, the weak boys, to a certain or see! perhaps they laugh wildly, to degree of luxury, and their harsh ocaffect a gaiety far from their hearts. cupation is repugnant to their feelings. Poor fellows! The deity they have They are young lads from the many worshipped is thrown down from the shops of the luxuries of manufacture
of every kind in formerly flourishing of the supposed work upon which they Paris, which have now closed in con- are believed to be engaged is consequence of the ruin and desolation sidered. It is not by any means the that has fallen upon trade. Those who half of the assembled herd, however, have not shut up entirely, have dis- that makes any show of working at charged the greater part of their for all. See ! several hundreds of men mer servitors, who now are turned are moving backwards and forwards, adrift in hundreds upon the pavé of with wheelbarrows, over the morevaParis, and know not how or where to cant spaces of the now desolate-lookseek their bread. Those hands have ing park; they move from a hole to a been accustomed to handle the velvet, heap, from a heap to a hole. At the the satin, and the lace, and shrink one, men are lazily making a pretext back from the contact of the rough of digging up the earth at the other, wood and cutting stone: but starve of shovelling it upon a mound. To they cannot, and they add to the wild what purpose ? To none whatever. motley crew of the ateliers nationauc. When the heap begins to grow too Those discontented affected faces are big not to be added to without exthose of young actors, and singers also, ertion, it is again demolishedt; the improvident to a proverb, who have earth is wheeled off elsewhere;. anbeen left exposed to the rude buffet- other heap of earth is made upon anings of the world by the failure of other spot, or the hole that has been several of the theatres, which have made is again filled. It is the endless not been able to meet the necessities task of the Danaïdes, condemned to of revolutionary times, when even Pa fill a bottomless tun, on which they risians-even theatrical Parisians are engaged ; or it is that of the web desert the theatres for the club-rooms, of Penelope, undone as soon as done : and which have closed their bankrupt but it is without the advantage of the doors. What a change, again, from punishment of the one, or of the purthe illusion of the glittering dress, pose of the other. But see, in the and the lighted scene, and the heart- back-ground, a party have grown fluttering applause, to the stern reali- ashamed of the futile absurdity of the ties of poverty and labour. Among employment upon which they are such men as these are young rising vainly engaged. In order to give a anthors also, who have thrown aside faint and frivolous colouring to their the uncertain resource of the pen for acceptation of their wages of idleness, the scanty but sure return of public they have thrown down their misused charity, with a pretence of labour. The implements, and, like a party of schoolateliers nationaux have become the boys, they have put their so-called only salvation, in the suspension of superintendents into their wheelbarliterature as well as art, of the poor rows, and are wheeling them up and poet or novelist who does not dip his down amidst shouts and cries, and pen in the black gall of ultra-republi yells of the hideous Ca Ira. This can democracy, and earn a scanty sub however, is but poor sport in compasistence as journalist in one of the rison with the recreation that many of * thousand and one" new violent re- the national workmen permit thempublican journals of the day-for such selves, for the good of the nation. a one alone can find his reader and For instance, those knots of men his profit. But such figures as these which stand here and there, in thick among the groups are the bright encircling masses, whence issues the lights, sad as they may be, of the pic- sound of many voices of declamation, ture. The greatest mass of the herd of shouts, or of murmurs-and where of so-called workmen consists of those now and then heads may be seen of accustomed to labour and to hardship, eager and wildly-gesticulating orators, or of those who have been inured to who have mounted upon the bottoms play all parts, and fill all situations, of upturned wheel-barrows in order to by long acquaintance with all the ne- spout-have formed themselves into cessities of crime.
al fresco clubs, in which they, the What a strange scene these pen- masters and arbiters of the destinies sioners of the republican government of the country, as they have been form stranger still when the nature taught to believe themselves, are set