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grew, it seemed to the father as if each day sep- and where we had to pay a shilling a glass for arated them more and more. He himself became negus!" more melancholy and silent. His friend the

“We had to pay ! Civilian marked the ennui, and commented on it

You never paid any in his laughing way. Sometimes he announced

thing, Moss," cries to the club, that Tom Newcome was in love :

Clive, laughing; and then he thought it was not Tom's heart but his

indeed the negus imliver that was affected, and recommended blue

bibed by Mr. Moss did pill. O thou fond fool! who art thau, to know

not cost that prudent any man's heart save thine alone? Wherefore

young fellow a penny. were wings made, and do feathers grow, but that

"Well, well; I supbirds should fly? The instinct that bids you love

pose at these swell paryour nest, leads the young ones to seek a tree

ties you ave as buch and a mate of their own. As if Thomas New

champade as ever you come by poring over poems or pictures ever so

like," continues Moss. much could read them with Clive's eyes !--as if

“ Lady Kicklebury at by sitting munn over his wine, but watching till

obe-small early party. the lad came home with his latch-key (when the

Why I declare you Colonel crept back to his own room in his stock

know the whole peerings), by prodigal bounties, by stealthy affection,

age! I say, if any of by any schemes or prayers, he could hope to re

these swells want a main first in his son's heart !

little tip-top lace, a real One day going into Clive's study, where the

bargain, or diamonds, lad was so deeply engaged that he did not hear

you know, you might the father's steps advancing, Thomas Newcome

put in a word forus, and found his son, pencil in hand, poring over a

do us a good turn." paper, which blushing he thrust hastily into his

"Give me some of breast-pocket, as soon as he saw his visitor. The your cards," says Clive; “I can distribute them father was deeply smitten and mortified. “I-I about at the balls I go to. But you must treat am sorry you have any secrets from me, Clive," my friends better than you serve me. Those he gasped out at length.

cigars which you sent me were abominable, Moss; The boy's face lighted up with humor. “Here the groom in the stable won't smoke them." it is, father, if you would like to see :"-and her " What a regular swell that Newcome has palled out a paper which contained neither more become !" says Mr. Moss to an old companion, nor less than a copy of very flowery verses, another of Clive's fellow-students: “I saw him about a certain young lady, who had succeeded riding in the Park with the Earl of Kew, and (after I know not how many predecessors) to the Captain Belsize, and a whole lot of 'em-I know place of prima-donna assoluta in Clive's heart. f'em all-and he'd hardly nod to me. I'll have a And be pleased, Madam, not to be too eager with your censure and fancy that Mr. Clive or his Chronicler would insinuate any thing wrong. I daresay you felt a flame or two before you were married yourself: and that the Captain or the Curate, and the interesting young foreigner with whom you danced, caused your heart to beat, before you bestowed that treasure on Mr. Candor. Clive was doing no more than your own son will do, when he is eighteen or nineteen years old, himself—if he is a lad of any spirit and a worthy son of so charming a lady as yourself.



MR. Clive, as we have said, had now begun
to make acquaintances of his own; and the
chimney-glass in his study was decorated with
such a number of cards of invitation as made
his ex-fellow-student of Gandish's, young Moss,
when admitted into that sanctum, stare with re-
spectful astonishment. "Lady Barry Rowe at
obe," the young Hebrew read out; "Lady Baugh-
ton at obe, dadsig! By eyes! what a 'tip-top
swell you're a gettid to be, Newcome! I guess
this is a different sort of business to the hops at
old Levison's, where you first learned the polka ;

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horse next Sunday, and then I'll see whether he'll followed painting or any other pursuit: and though cut me or not. Confound his airs ! For all he's Clive saw many of his school-fellows in the world, such a count, I know he's got an aunt who lets these entering into the army, others talking with lodgings at Brighton, and an uncle who'll be delight of college, and its pleasures or studies; yet, preaching in the Bench if he dont keep a precious having made up his mind that art was his calling, good look out."

he refused to quit her for any other mistress, and “Newcome is not a bit of a count,” answers plied his easel very stoutly. He passed through Moss's companion, indignantly. :“ He don't care the course of study prescribed by Mr. Gandish, a straw whether a fellow's poor' or rich ; and he and drew every cast and statue in that gentleman's comes up to my room just as willingly as he would studio. Grindly, his tutor, getting a curacy, go to a duke's. He is always trying to do a Clive did not replace him ; but he took a course friend a good turn. He draws the figure capi- of modern languages, which he learned with contally: he looks proud, but he isn't, and is the best- siderable aptitude and rapidity. And now, being natured fellow I ever saw."

strong enough to paint without a master, it was “He ain't been in our place this eighteen found that there was no good light in the house months," says Mr. Moss : “ I know that." ; in Fitzroy Square ; and Mr. Clive must needs

“ Because when he came, you were always have an atelier hard by, where he could pursue screwing him with some bargain or other," cried his own devices independently. the intrepid Hicks, Mr. Moss's companion for the If his kind father felt any pang even at this moment. “He said he couldn't afford to know temporary parting, he was greatly soothed and you; you never let him out of your house without pleased by a little mark of attention on the young a pin, or a box of Eau de Cologne, or a bundle man's part, of which his present biographer of cigars. And when you cut the arts for the happened to be a witness; for having walked shop, how were you and Newcome to go on to- over with Colonel Newcome to see the new studio, gether, I should like to know ?"

with its tall centre window, and its curtains, and “I know a relative of his who comes to our carved wardrobes, china jars, pieces of armor, 'ouse every three months, to renew a little bill," and other artistical properties, the lad, with a very says Mr. Moss, with a grin: “and I know this, sweet smile of kindness and affection lighting up if I go to the Earl of Kew in the Albany, or the his honest face, took one of two Bramah's houseHonorable Captain Belsize, Knightsbridge Bar-keys with which he was provided, and gave it to racks, they let me in soon enough. I'm told his his father : “ That's your key, sir," he said to the father ain't got much money."

Colonel ; "and you must be my first sitter, please, “ How the deuce should I know? or what do father; for though I'm a historical painter, I shall I care ?" cries the young artist, stamping the heel condescend to do a few portraits, you know." of his blucher on the pavement. “When I was The Colonel took his son's hand, and grasped it; sick in that confounded Clipstone-street, I know as Clive fondly put the other hand on his father's the Colonel came to see me, and Newcome, too, shoulder. Then Colonel Newcome walked away day after day, and night after night. And when into the next room for a minute or two, and came I was getting well, they sent me wine and jelly, back wiping his mustache with his handkerchief, and all sorts of jolly things. - I should like to and still holding the key in the other hand. He know how often you came to see me, Moss, and spoke about some trivial subject when he returnwhat you did for a fellow ?”

“Well, I kep away, because I thought you wouldn't like to be reminded of that two pound three you owe me, Hicks : that's why I kep away,” says Mr. Moss, who, I daresay, was good-natured too. And when young Moss appeared at the billiard-room that night, it was evident that Hicks had told the story; for the Wardour-street youth was saluted with a roar of queries, " How about that two pound three that Hicks owes you?"

The artless conversation of the two youths will enable us to understand how our Hero's life was speeding. Connected in one way or another with persons in all ranks, it never entered his head to be ashamed of the profession which he had chosen. People in the great world did not in the least trouble themselves regarding him, or care to know whether Mr. Clive Newcome


ed; but his voice quite trembled ; and I thought | a steward to the cabin; half a dozen more dropped his face seemed to glow with love and pleasure. immediately, and the crew bustled about, bringClive has never painted any thing better than that ing basins for the wounded, The Colonel smiled head, which he executed in a couple of sittings; as he saw them fall.' I'm an old sailor,' says and wisely left without subjecting it to the chances he to a gentleman on board, 'As I was coming of further labor.

home, Sir, and we had plenty of rough weather It is certain the young man worked much better on the voyage, I never thought of being unwell. after he had been inducted into this apartment | My boy here, who made the voyage twelve years of his own. And the meals at home were gayer; ago last May, may have lost his sea-legs; but and the rides with his father more frequent and for me, Sir- Here a great wave dashed over agreeable. The Colonel used his key once or the three of us; and would you believe it? in twice, and found Clive and his friend Ridley en-five minutes after, the dear old governor was gaged in depicting a life-guardsman-or a mus- as ill as all the rest of the passengers. When cular negro-or a Malay from a neighboring we arrived, we went through a line of ropes to crossing, who would appear as Othello, conversing the custom-house, with a crowd of snobs jeering with a Clipstone-street nymph, who was ready to at us on each side ; and then were carried off by represent Desdemona, Diana, Queen Ellinor a bawling commissioner to an hotel, where the (sucking poison from the arm of the Plantagenet Colonel, who speaks French beautifully, you of the Blues), or any other model of virgin or know, told the waiter to get us a petit déjeuner Inaiden excellence.

soigné; on which the fellow, grinning, said, “a Of course our young man commenced as a bis- nice fried sole, Sir-nice mutton chop, Sır,' in torical painter, deeming that the highest branch regular Temple-bar. English; and brought us of art, and declining (except for preparatory Harvey sauce with the chops, and the last Bell's studies) to operate on any but the largest can. Lifeto amuse us after our luncheon. I wondered if vases. He painted a prodigious battle-piece of all the Frenchmen read Bell's Life and if all the Assaye, with General Wellesley at the head of inns smelt so of brandy-and-water. the 19th dragoons charging the Mahratta Artillery, "We walked out to see the town, which I and sabering them at their guns. A piece of ord dare say you know, and therefore shan't describe. nance was dragged into the back-yard, and the We saw some good studies of fishwomen with Colonel's stud put into requisition to supply studies bare legs; and remarked that the soldiers were for this enormous picture. Fred Bayham (a stun- very dumpy and small. We were glad when the ning likeness) appeared as the principal figure in time came to set off by the diligence; and having the foreground, terrifically wounded, but still of the coupé to ourselves, made a very comfortable undaunted courage, slashing about amidst a group journey to Paris. It was jolly to hear the posof writhing Malays, and bestriding the body of a tillions crying to their horses, and the bells of the dead cab-horse, which Clive painted, until the team, and to feel ourselves really in France. We landlady and rest of the lodgers cried out, and took in provender at Abbeville and Amiens, and for sanitary reasons the knackers removed the were comfortably landed here after about six-andslaughtered charger. So large was this picture twenty hours of coaching Didn't I get up the that it could only be got out of the great window next morning and have a good walk in

Tuil by means of artifice and coaxing; and its trans-eries? The chestnuts were out, and the statues port caused a shout of triumph among the little all shining; and all the windows of the palace in boys in Charlotte-street. Will it be believed that a blaze. It looks big enough for the king of the the Royal Academicians rejected the Battle of giants to live in. How grand it is! I like the Assaye? The master-piece was so big that Fitz- | barbarous splendor of the architecture, and the roy Square could not hold it; and the Colonel ornaments profuse and enormous with which it had thoughts of presenting it to the Oriental Club; is overladen. Think of Louis XVI. with a thoubut Clive (who had taken a trip to Paris with his sand gentlemen at his back, and a mob of yelling father, as a délassement after the fatigues incident ruffians in front of him, giving up his crown withon his great work), when he saw it after a month's out a fight for it ; leaving his friends to be butchinterval, declared the thing was rubbish, and mas-ered, and himself sneaking into prison! No end sacred Britons, Malays, Dragoons, Artillery, and of little children were skipping and playing in all.

the sunshiny walks, with dresses as bright and Hotel de la Terrasse, Rue de Rivoli. cheeks as red as the flowers and roses in the par

April 27-May 1, 183—, terres. I couldn't help thinking of Barbaroux 1 “MY DEAR PENDENNIS—You said I might and his bloody pikemen swarming in the gardens, write you a line from Paris : and if you find in and fancied the Swiss in the windows yonder; my correspondence any valuable hints for the where they were to be slaughtered when the King Pall Mall Gazettc you are welcome to use them had turned his back. What a great man that gratis. Now I am here, I wonder I have never Carlyle is! I have read the battle in his • Hisbeen here before ; and that I have seen the Dieppe tory so often, that I knew it before I had seen packet a thousand times at Brighton pier without it. Our windows look out on the obelisk where thinking of going on board her. We had a rough the guillotine stood. The Colonel doesn't admire little passage to Boulogne. We went into action Carlyle. He says Mrs. Graham's · Letters from 23.we cleared Dover pier, when the first gun Paris' are excellent, and we bought · Scott's Visit was fired, and a stout old lady was carried off by to Paris,' and · Paris Re-visited,' and read them

in the diligence. They are famous good reading ; | To think I have spent weeks in depicting bony but the Palais Royal is very much altered since Life Guardsmen delivering cut one, or Saint Scott's time: no end of handsome shops; I went | George, and painting black beggars off a crossthere directly--the same night we arrived, when ing! the Colonel went to bed. But there is none of “ What a grand thing it is to think of half a the fun going on which Scott describes. The mile of pictures at the Louvre! Not but that laquais de place says Charles X. put an end to there are a score under the old pepper-boxes in it all.

Trafalgar Square as fine as the best here. I "Next morning the governor had letters to de- don't care for any Raphael here, as much as our liver after breakfast ; and left me at the Louvre own St. Catharine. There is nothing more grand door. I shall come and live here I think. I feel Could the pyramids of Egypt or the Colossus of as if I never want to go away. I had not been Rhodes be greater than our Sebastian ; and for ten minutes in the place before I fell in love with our Bacchus and Ariadne, you can not beat the the most beautiful creature the world has ever best, you know. But if we have fine jewels, here seen. She was standing silent and majestic in there are whole sets of them : there are kings and the centre of one of the rooms of the statue gal- all their splendid courts round about them. J. J. lery; and the very first glimpse of her struck one and I must come and live here. O, such porbreathless with the sense of her beauty. I could traits of Titian! O, such swells by Vandyke! not see the color of her eyes and hair exactly, I'm sure he must have been as fine a gentleman but the latter is light, and the eyes I should think as any he painted! It's a shame they haven't are gray. Her complexion is of a beautiful warm got a Sir Joshua or two. At a feast of painters marble tinge. She is not a clever woman, evi- he has a right to a place, and at the high table dently; I do not think she laughs or talks much too. Do you remember Tom Rogers, of Gan- she seems too lazy to do more than smile. She dish's? He used to come to my rooms-my other is only beautiful. This divine creature has lost rooms in the Square. Tom is here, with a fine an arm which has been cut off at the shoulder, carrotty beard, and a velvet jacket, cut open at but she looks none the less lovely for the accident. the sleeves, to show that Tom has a shirt. I dare She may be some two-and-thirty years old; and say it was clean last Sunday. He has not learned she was born about two thousand years ago. Her French yet, but pretends to have forgotten Enname is the Venus of Milo. O, Victrix! O, glish ; and promises to introdoce me to a set of lucky Paris ! (I don't mean this present Lute- the French artists, his camarades. There seems tia, but Priam's son.) How could he give the to be a scarcity of soap among these young felapple to any else but this enslaver--this joy of lows; and I think I shall cut off my mustaches ; gods and men ? at whose benign presence the only Warrington will have nothing to laugh at : flowers spring up, and the smiling ocean sparkles, when I come home. and the soft skies beam with serene light! I “ The Colonel and I went to dine at the Café wish we might sacrifice. I would bring a spot- de Paris, and afterward to the opera. Ask for less kid, snowy-coated, and a pair of doves, and huitrés de Marenne when you dine here. We a jar of honey-yea, honey from Morel's in Pic- dined with a tremendous French swell, the Vicadilly, thyme-flavored, narbonian, and we would comte de Florac, officier d'ordonnance to one of acknowledge the Sovereign Loveliness, and adjure the princes, and son of some old friends of my the Divine Aphrodite. Did you ever see my father's. They are of very high birth, but very pretty young cousin, Miss Newcome, Sir Brian's poor. He will be a duke when his cousin, the daughter? She has a great look of the huntress Duc d'Ivry, dies. His father is quite old. The Diana. It is sometimes too proud and too cold vicomte was born in England. He pointed out for me. The blare of those horns is too shrill, to us no end of famous people at the opera-a and the rapid pursuit through bush and bramble few of the Fauxbourg St. Germain, and ever so too daring. O, thou generous Venus! O, thou many of the present people :-M. Thiers, and beautiful bountiful calm! At thy soft feet let Count Molé, and Georges Sand, and Victor Hugo, me kneel-on cushions of Tyrian purple. Don't and Jules Janin-I forget half their names. And show this to Warrington, please. I never thought yesterday we went to see his mother, Madame de when I began that Pegasus was going to run Florac. I suppose she was an old flame of the away with me.

Colonel's, for their meeting was uncommonly “I wish I had read Greek a little more at ceremonious and tender. It was like an elderly school: it's too late at my age; I shall be nine- Sir Charles Grandison saluting a middle-aged teen soon, and have got my own business ; but Miss Byron. And only fancy! the Colonel has when we return I think I shall try and read it been here once before since his return to England! with Cribs. What have I been doing, spending It must have been last year, when he was away six months over a picture of Sepoys and Dra- for ten days, while I was painting that rubbishgoons cutting each other's throats? Art ought ing picture of the Black Prince waiting on King not to be a fever. It ought to be a calm ; not a John. Madame de F. is a very grand lady, and screaming bull-fight or a battle of gladiators, but must have been a great beauty in her time. There a temple for placid contemplation, wrapt worship, are two pictures by Gerard in her salon-of her stately rhythmic ceremony, and music solemn and M. de Florac. M. de Florac, old swell, and tender. I shall take down my Snyders' and powder, thick eyebrows, hooked nose; no end of Rubens' when I get home; and turn quietist. stars, ribbons, and embroidery. Madame also in

the dress of the Empire-pensive, beautiful, black | own extravagance. At first he thought he might velvet, and a look something like my cousin's. have retired from the army altogether; but after She wore a little old-fashioned brooch yesterday, three years at home, he finds he can not live and said, Voila, la reconnoissez-vous ? Last upon his income. When he gets his promotion year when you were here, it was in the country;') as full Colonel, he will be entitled to a thousand and she smiled at him: and the dear old boy a year; that, and what he has invested in India, gave a sort of groan and dropped his head in his and a little in this country, will be plenty for hand. I know what it is. I've gone through it both of us. He never seems to think of my myself. I kept for six months an absurd ribbon making money by my profession. Why, supof that infernal little flirt, Fanny Freeman. Don't pose I sell the Battle of Assaye for £500 ? that you remember how angry I was when you abused will be enough to carry me on ever so long, her!

| without dipping into the purse of the dear old * Your father and I knew each other when father. we were children, my friend,' the Countess said “The Viscount de Florac called to dine with to me (in the sweetest French accent). He was us. The Colonel said he did not care about golooking into the garden of the house where they ing out: and so the Viscount and I went tolive, in the Rue Saint Dominique. You must gether. Trois Frères Provençaur-he ordered come and see me often, always. You remind the dinner, and of course I paid. Then we went me of him,' and she added, with a very sweet, to a little theatre, and he took me behind the kind smile, Do you like best to think that he scenes-such a queer place! We went to the was better-looking than you, or that you excel | loge of Mademoiselle Finette, who acted the part bim?' I said I should like to be like him. But of Le petit Tambour,' in which she sings a who is! There are cleverer fellows, I dare say; famous song with a drum. He asked her and but where is there such a good one? I wonder several literary fellows to supper at the Cafe whether he was very fond of Madame de Florac? | Anglais. And I came home ever so late, and The old Count doesn't show. He is quite old, I lost twenty Napoleons at a game called Bouillotte. and wears a pigtail. We saw it bobbing over his It was all the change out of a twenty-pound note garden chair. He lets the upper part of his which dear old Binnie gave me before we set out, house; Major-General the Honorable Zeno F. with a quotation out of Horace you know, about Pokey, of Cincinnati, U. S., lives in it. We saw | Neque tu choreas sperne puer. Oh me! how Mrs. Pokey's carriage in the court, and her foot- guilty I felt as I walked home at ever so much men smoking cigars there; a tottering old man o'clock to the Hotel de la Terrasse, and sneaked with feeble legs, as old as old Count de Florac, into our apartment! But the Colonel was sound seemed to be the only domestie who waited on asleep. His dear old boots stood sentries at his the family below.

bedroom door, and I slunk into mine as silently “Madame de Florac and my father talked about as I could. my profession. The Countess said it was a belle carrière, The Colonel said it was better than ."P.S. Wednesday. There's just one scrap the army. “Ah oui, Monsieur,' says she, very of paper left. I have got J. J.'s letter. He has sadly. And then he said, 'that presently I should been to the private view of the Academy (so very likely come to study at Paris, when he knew that his own picture is in), and the Battle of there would be a kind friend to watch over son Assaye' is refused. Smee told him it was garçon.' '

too big. I dare say it's very bad. I'm glad • But you will be here to watch over him I'm away, and the fellows are not condoling yourself, mon ami ?' says the French lady. with me.

~ Father shook his head. I shall very prob- “Please go and see Mr. Binnie. He has como ably have to go back to India,' he said. “My to grief. He rode the Colonel's horse; came furlough is expired. I am now taking my extra down on the pavement and wrenched his leg, leave. If I can get my promotion, I need not and I'm afraid the gray's. Please look at his retum. Without that I can not afford to live in legs; we can't understand John's report of them. Europe. But my absence in all probability will He, I mean Mr. B., was going to Scotland to be but very short,' he said. “And Clive is old see his relations when the accident happened. enough now to go on without me.!

You know he has always been going to Scotland "Is this the reason why father has been so to see his relations. He makes light of the busigloomy for some months past? I thought it ness, and says the Colonel is not to think of might have been some of my follies which made coming to him: and I don't want to go back just him uncomfortable, and you know I have been yet, to see all the fellows from Gandish's, and trying my best to amend—I have not half such the Life Academy, and have them grinning at a tailor's bill this year as last. I owe scarcely my misfortune. any thing. I have paid off Moss every halfpenny “The governor would send his regards I dare for his confounded rings and gimcracks. I asked say, but he is out, and I am always yours affecfather about this melancholy news as we walked tionately, away from Madame de Florac,

**Clive Newcome. “He is not near so rich as we thought. Since he has been at home he says he has spent greatly "P.S. He tipped me himself this morning ; more than his income, and is quite angry at his isn't he a kind dear old fellow ?",

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