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delightfully contrasted his acuteness promisers, -as if a man danned ever on matters of taste. I remember his said No! As Beau Brummell, when saying, in a discussion on the Beer asked if he was fond of vegetables, Bill, " The poor ought not to be owned that he had once eat a pea, so allowed to drink beer, it is so parti. Sir Sedley Beaudesert owned that he cularly rheumatic! The best drink in had once played high at piquet. “I hard work is dry champagne-(not was so unlucky as to win," said he, mousseux.) I found that out when I referring to that indiscretion, " and I used to shoot on the moors."
shall never forget the anguish on the Indolent as Sir Sedley was, he had face of the man who paid me. Unless contrived to open an extraordinary I could always lose, it would be a pernumber of drains on his great wealth. fect purgatory to play."
First, as a landed proprietor, there Now nothing could be more diffewas no end to applications from dis- rent in their kinds of benevolence than tressed farmers, aged poor, benefit Sir Sedley and Mr Trevanion. Mr societies, and poachers he had thrown Trevanion had a great contempt for out of employment by giving up his individual charity. He rarely put bis preserves to please his tenants. hand into his purse—he drew a great
Next, as a man of pleasure, the cheque on his bankers. Was a conwhole race of womankind had legiti- gregation without a church, or a vilmate demands on him. From a dis-, lage without a school, or a river withtressed duchess, whose picture layout a bridge, Mr Trevanion set to perdu under a secret spring of his work on calculations, found out the snuff box, to a decayed laundress, to exact sum required by an algebraic whom he might have paid a compli- x-y, and paid it as he would have ment on the perfect involutions of a paid his butcher. It must be owned frill, it was quite sufficient to be a that the distress of a man, whom daughter of Eve to establish a just he allowed to be deserving, did not claim on Sir Sedley's inheritance from appeal to him in vain. But it is astoAdam.
nishing how little he spent in that Again, as an amateur of art, and a way! For it was hard, indeed, to respectful servant of every muse, all convince Mr Trevanion that a deservwhom the public had failed to patron- ing man ever was in such distress as ise-painter, actor, poet, musician to want charity. turned, like dying suu-flowers to the That Trevanion, nevertheless, did sun, towards the pitying smile of Sir infinitely more real good than Sir Sedley Beaudesert. Add to these the Sedley, I believe ; but he did it as a general miscellaneous multitude, who mental operation—by no means as an
had heard of Sir Sedley's high character impulse from the heart. I am sorry to for benevolence,'and one may well sup. say that the main difference was this, pose what a very costly reputation he - distress always seemed to accuhad set up. In fact, though Sir Sedley mulate round Sir Sedley, and vanish could not spend on what might fairly from the presence of Trevanion. be called "himself," a fifth part of his Where the last came, with his busy, princely income, I have no doubt that active, searching mind, energy woke, he found it difficult to make both ends improvement sprang up. Where the meet at the close of the year. That first came, with his warm kind heart, he did so, he owed perhaps to two a kind of torpor spread under its rays; rules which his philosophy had peremp- people lay down and basked in the torily adopted. He never made debts, liberal sunshine. Nature in one broke and he never gambled. For both forth like a brisk sturdy winter, in the these admirable aberrations from the other like a lazy Italian summer. ordinary routine of fine gentlemen, I Winter is an excellent invigorator, no believe he was indebted to the softness doubt, but we all love summer better. of his disposition. He had a great Now, it is a proof how loveable Sir compassion for a wretch who was Sedley was, that I loved him, and yet dunned. “Poor fellow !” he would was jealous of him. Of all the satelsay, “it must be so painful to him to lites round my fair Cynthia, Fanny pass his life in saying No." So Trevanion, I dreaded most this amilittle did he know about that class of able luminary. It was in vain for me to say with the insolence of youth that had pleased you too much, the little Sir Sedley Beaudesert was of the same witch was never easy till she had age as Fanny's father;-to see them to- plagued you again. As heiress to so gether he might have passed for Tre- rich a father, or rather, perhaps, vanion's son. No one amongst the mother, (for the fortune came from younger generation was half so hand- Lady Ellinor,) she was naturally sursome as Sir Sedley Beaudesert. He rounded with admirers not wholly dismight be eclipsed at first sight by the interested. She did right to plague showy effect of more redundant locks them-but Me! Poor boy that I was, and more brilliant bloom. But he had why should I seem more disinterested but to speak, to smile, in order to than others ! how should she perceive throw a whole cohort of dandies into all that lay hid in my young deep the shade. It was the expression of heart? Was I not in all worldly prehis countenance that was so bewitch- tensions the least worthy of her suiting; there was something so kindly ors, and might Inot seem, therefore, the in its easy candour, its benign good. most mercenary? I who never thought pature. And he understood women of her fortune, or, if that thought did so well! He flattered their foibles so come across me, it was to make me insensibly; he commanded their affec- start and turn pale! And then it tion with so gracious a dignity. Above vanished at her first glance, as a ghost all, what with his accomplishments, from the dawn. How hard it is to his peculiar reputation, his long celi. convince youth, that sees all the world bacy, and the soft melancholy of his of the future before it, and covers sentiments, he always contrived to in that future with golden palaces, of the terest them. There was not a charme inequalities of life! In my fantastic and ing woman by whom this charming sublime romance, I looked out into man did not seem just on the point of that Great Beyond, saw myself orator, being caught! It was like the sight statesman, minister, ambassadorof a splendid trout in a transparent Heaven knows what; laying laurels, stream, sailing pensively to and fro which I mistook for rent-rolls, at your fly, in a will and a won't sort of Fanny's feet. way. Such a trout! it would be a Whatever Fanny might have disthousand pities to leave him, when covered as to the state of my heart, evidently so well disposed! That it seemed an abyss not worth prying trout, fair maid, or gentle widow, into by either Trevanion or Lady would have kept you - whipping the Ellinor. The first, indeed, as may be stream and dragging the fly – from supposed, was too busy to think of morn to dewy eve. Certainly I don't such trifles. And Lady Ellinor treated wish worse to my bitterest foe of five. me as a mere boy-almost like a boy and-twenty than such a rival as Sed of her own, she was so kind to me. ley Beaudesert at seven-and-forty. But she did not notice much the
Fanny, indeed, perplexed me horribly. things that lay immediately around Sometimes I fancied she liked me; but her. In brilliant conversation with the fancy scarce thrilled me with delight poets, wits, and statesmen-in symbefore it vanished in the frost of a care- pathy with the toils of her husbandless look, or the cold beam of a sarcastic or proud schemes for his aggrandiselaugh. Spoiled darling of the world as ment, Lady Ellinor lived a life of she was, she seemed so innocent in her excitement. Those large eager shinexuberant happiness, that one forgot ing eyes of hers, bright with some all her faults in that atmosphere of joy feverish discontent, looked far abroad which she diffused around her. And as if for new worlds to conquer-the despite her pretty insolence, she had world at her feet escaped from her so kind a woman's heart below the vision. She loved her daughter, she surface! When she once saw that was proud of her, trusted in her with she had pained you, she was so soft, so a superb repose-she did not watch winning, so humble, till she had bealed over her. Lady Ellinor stood alone the wound. But then, if she saw she on a mountain, and amidst a cloud.
One day the Trevanions had all "I did not confess that till I was on gone into the country, on a visit to a the wrong side of forty,” said Sir Sedretired minister, distantly related to ley, with a slight shade on his brow. Lady Ellinor, and who was one of "Nobody would ever think you the few persons Trevanion himself were on the wrong side of forty!" condescended to consult. I had almost said I with artful flattery, winding a holiday. I went to call on Sir into my subject. - Miss Trevanion Sedley Beaudesert. I had always for instance—" longed to sound him on one subject, I paused-Sir Sedley looked hard at and had never dared. This time I me, from his bright dark-blue eyes. resolved to pluck up courage.
“Well, Miss Trevanion for in6 Ah, my young friend l” said he, stance?”. rising from the contemplation of a Miss Trevanion, who has all the villanous picture by a young artist, best-looking fellows in London round which he had just benevolently pur- her, evidently prefers you to any of chased, " I was thinking of you this them." I said this with a great gulp. morning-Wait a moment, Summers, I was obstinately bent on plumbing (this to the valet.) Be so good as to the depth of my own fears. take this picture, let it be packed up, Sir Sedley rose; he laid his hand and go down into the country. It kindly on mine and said, “ Do not is a sort of picture,” he added, turn- let Fanny Trevanion torment you ing to me," that requires a large even more than her father does !-" house. I have an old gallery with “I don't understand you, Sir Sedlittle casements that let in no light. ley!" It is astonishing how convenient I “But if I understand you, that is have found it ! As soon as the more to the purpose. A girl like picture was gone, Sir Sedley drew a Miss Trevanion is cruel till she dislong breath as if relieved ; and re- covers she has a heart. It is not safe sumed more gaily
to risk one's own with any woman “Yes, I was thinking of you; and till she has ceased to be a coquette. if you will forgive any interference My dear young friend, if you took in your affairs-from your father's old life less in earnest, I should spare you friend—I should be greatly honoured the pain of these hints. Some men by your permission to ask Trevanion Sow flowers, some plant trees-you what he supposes is to be the ultimate are planting a tree under which you benefit of the horrible labours he will soon find that no flower will inflicts upon you—".
grow. Well and good, if the tree “But, my dear Sir Sedley, I like the could last to bear fruit and give labours; I am perfectly contented—” shade; but beware lest you have to
- Not to remain always secretary tear it up one day or other, for thento one who, if there were no business what then? why, you will find your to be done among men, would set whole life plucked away with its about teaching the ants to build hills roots!" upon better architectural principles ! Sir Sedley said these last words My dear sir, Trevanion is an awful with so serious an emphasis, that I man, a stupendous man, one catches was startled from the confusion I had fatigue if one is in the same room felt at the former part of his address. with him three minutes! At your He paused long, tapped his snuffage, an age that ought to be so box, inhaled a pinch slowly, and happy," continued Sir Sedley, with a continued with his more accustomed compassion perfectly angelic, “it is sprightliness. sad to see so little enjoymenti"
" Go as much as you can into the “But, Sir Sedley, I assure you that world-again I say enjoy yourself.' you are mistaken. I thoroughly en- And again I ask, what is all this joy myself; and have I not heard labour to do for you? On some men, even you confess that one may be idle far less eminent than Trevanion, it and not happy?"
would impose a duty to aid you in a practical career, to secure you a public" is the Literary Times' launched employment-not so on him. He at last ?” would not mortgage an inch of his "Oh, that is all settled-settled independence by asking a favour from long since. Here's a specimen of the a minister. He so thinks occupation type we have chosen for the leaders.” the delight of life, that he occupies And Uncle Jack, whose pocket was you out of pure affection. He does never without a wet sheet of some kind not trouble his head about your future. or other, drew forth a steaming papyHe supposes your father will provide ral monster, which in point of size was for that, and does not consider that to the political “ Times” as a mammeanwhile your work leads to moth may be to an elephant. “That is nothing! Think over all this. I have all settled. We are only preparing our now bored you enough.”
contributors, and shall put out our I was bewildered—I was dumb: programme next week or the week these practical men of the world, after. No, Pisistratus, I mean the how they take us by surprise! Here Great Work." had I come to sound Sir Sedley, and “My dear father, I am so glad. here was I plumbed, guaged, mea. What! it is really sold then ?” sured, turned inside out, without " Hum !” said my father. having got an inch beyond the sur- “Sold!" burst forth Uncle Jack. face of that smiling, debonnair, un- " Sold—no, sir, we would not sell ruffled ease. Yet with his invariable it ! No; if all the booksellers fell delicacy, in spite of all this horrible down on their knees to us, as they frankness, Sir Sedley had not said a will some day, that book should not word to wound what he might think be sold ! Sir, that book is a revoluthe more sensitive part of my tion—it is an era- it is the emanciamour propre-not a word as to the pator of genius from mercenary thralinadequacy of my pretensions to dom ;-THAT BOOK !" think seriously of Fanny Trevanion. I looked inquiringly from uncle to Had we been the Celadon and Chloë father, and mentally retracted my of a country village, he could not congratulations. Then Mr Caxton, have regarded us as more equal, so far slightly blushing, and shyly rubbing as the world went. And for the rest, he his spectacles, said, “ You see, Pisisrather insinuated that poor Fanny, the tratus, that though poor Jack has great heiress, was not worthy of me, devoted uncommon pains to induce than that I was not worthy of Fanny. the publishers to recognise the merit
I felt that there was no wisdom in he has discovered in the History of stammering and blushing out denials Human Error,' he has failed to do so." and equivocations; so I stretched my - Not a bit of it; they all acknowhand to Sir Sedley, took up my hat, ledge its miraculous learning-its—” and went. Instinctively I bent myway “Very true; but they don't think to my father's house. I had not been it will sell, and therefore most selfishly there for many days. Not only had I refuse to buy it. One bookseller, had a great deal to do in the way of indeed, offered to treat for it if I business, but I am ashamed to say would leave out all about the Hottenthat pleasure itself had so entangled tots and Caffres, the Greek philomy leisure hours, and Miss Tre- sophers and Egyptian priests, and, convanion especially so absorbed them, fining myself solely to polite society, that, without even uneasy foreboding, entitle the work · Anecdotes of the I had left my father fluttering his Courts of Europe, ancient and mowings more feebly and feebly in the dern.'" web of Uncle Jack. When I arrived " The wretch !” groaned Uncle in Russell Street, I found the fly and Jack. the spider cheek by jowl together. " Another thought it might be cut Uncle Jack sprang up at my entrance, up into little essays, leaving out the and cried, “ Congratulate your father, quotations, entitled Men and Mancongratulate him. No; congratulate ners.'” the world !”
66 A third was kind enough to • " What, Uncle !” said I, with a dis- observe, that though this particular mal effort at sympathising liveliness, work was quite unsaleable, yet as I
appeared to have some historical infor- great tragic poets in the streets mation, he should be happy to under- no more Paradises Lost sold at £10 take a historical romance from my a-piece! The author brings his book graphic pen'--that was the phrase, to a select committee appointed for was it not, Jack ?"
the purpose; men of delicacy, educaJack was too full to speak.
tion, and refinement-authors them" Provided I would introduce a pro- selves -- they read it, the Society per love-plot, and make it into three publish ; and after a modest commisvolumes post octavo, twenty-three sion towards the funds of the Society, lines in a page, neither more nor less. the treasurer hands over the profits to One honest fellow at last was found, the author." who seemed to me a very respectable “So that in fact, Uncle, every and indeed enterprising person. And author who can't find a publisher any after going through a list of calcula, where else, will of course come to the tions, which showed that no possible Society. The fraternity will be numerprofit could arise, he generously offered ous !". to give me half of those no-profits, pro " It will indeed." vided I would guarantee half the very “And the speculation-ruinous ?" visible expenses. I was just medi “Ruinous, why?" tating the prudence of accepting this “Because in all mercantile negotiaproposal, when your uncle was seized tions it is ruinous to invest capital in with a sublime idea, which has supplies which fail of demand. You whisked up my book in a whirlwind undertake to publish books that bookof expectation."
sellers will not publish. Why? be"And that idea ?" said I despond. cause booksellers can't sell them! It ently.
is just probable that you'll not sell “That idea," quoth Uncle Jack, re- them any better than the booksellers. covering himself,“ is simply and Ergo, the more your business the shortly this. From time immemorial larger your deficit. And the more authors have been the prey of the numerous your society, the more dispublishers. Sir, authors have lived astrous your condition. Q.E.D." in garrets, nay, have been choked in “ Pooh! The select committee will the street by an unexpected crumb decide what books are to be pubof bread, like the man who wrote the lisbed." play, poor fellow !"
" Then where the deuce is the “Otway," said my father. “The advantage to the authors ? I would story is not true-no matter."
as lief submit my work to a publisher “ Milton, sir, as every body knows, as I would to a select committee of sold Paradise Lost for ten pounds authors. At all events, the publishes ten pounds, sir ! In short, instances of a is not my rival; and I suspect he is like nature are too numerous to quote. the best judge, after all, of a book-as But the booksellers, sir,-they are an accoucheur ought to be of a baby." leviathans—they roll in seas of gold. " Upon my word, nephew, you pay They subsist upon authors as vam. a bad compliment to your father's pires upon little children. But at great work, which the booksellers will last endurance has reached its limit- have nothing to do with." the fiat has gone forth-the tocsin of That was artfully said, and I was liberty has resounded-authors have posed; when Mr Caxton observed, burst their fetters. And we have with an apologetic smile just inaugurated the institution of “The fact is, my dear Pisistratus,
The GRAND ANTI-PUBLISHER Con- that I want my book published withFEDERATE AUTHORS' SOCIETY,' by out diminishing the little fortune I which, Pisistratus- by which, mark keep for you some day. Uncle Jack you, every author is to be his own starts a society so to publish it.publisher; that is, every author who Health and long life to Uncle Jack's joins the Society. No more submis. society! One can't look a gift-horse sion of immortal works to mercenary in the mouth." calculators, to gordid tastes- no more Here my mother entered, rosy from hard bargains and broken hearts - a shopping expedition with Mrs Primno more crumbs of bread choking mins; and in her joy at hearing that