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if it issued from my lady's crimson sacque, “Let her large, glowing black eyes, and sweet, fasciit be blue, dear madam, if you please.” “No, nating vivacity of manner....... What followed Amber," said my lady, “I have made up my I shall tell, not as I learned it, which was by bits mind; it must be coleur-de-rose." “ Just what and scraps afterward, from the marchioness and you have looked on, my honored mamma, all Lady Amber's own women, and Mrs. Crumb, the
housekeeper, but as if it had all occurred beneath You must please to remember that in my day, my own notice. After all, perhaps, if my readers, and Lady Amber's, phraseology was a little dif- whoever they may be, expect much of a story, ferent to the careless talk now in vogue. Young | they may feel disappointed ; for however I may persons then were deferential to their seniors, have felt it at the time, yet when I come to write and parents were only to be approached and I feel much like Corporal Trim, in Mr. Sterne's spoken to with great reverence and homage. I affecting book, when he says, “Story, God bless doubt sometimes, though, if this enforced state your honor, I have none to tell.”...... and servility did not produce a disposition to tyr- ! By the will of her uncle, Lady Amber came annize, where tyranny could be indulged. And of age at eighteen, and into possession of her perhaps this was the case with Lady Amber, who great wealth ; at which period her noble father, mingled with her reverence toward her mother a the marquis, had been deceased a year. She had sweet playfulness truly charming, but who ad- / always been her mother's favorite, and Lady Sumdressed a young gentleman who accompanied merdown, who was the mother of five daughters, them in a strikingly different tone. He was one and had married four of them into noble families, of the most interesting young men I ever beheld. looked forward toward achieving the highest conAh! I do not see many such now. Such a mix-sequence by means of her youngest daughter's ture of humility and spirit, of intelligence and wealth and beauty. But before this Lady Amber modesty. He might have been about six-and- had formed wishes of her own totally at variance twenty years old ; and his sober attire, as well with her mother's previsions. as the way in which the marchioness addressed Herbert Arden had lived in the noble family him, spoke his condition plainly enough. He of Summerdown some years. He had been tutor was the domestic chaplain. Great families usu-to the only son of that house, who died, and who ally had these appendages then, and sometimes, had been very fond of him. At his son's dying I am sorry to say, they were but a disgrace to request, the late marquis had nominated him the their patrons and their cloth. But this young chaplain to his household, though, I believe, he man looked rather as if he were semi-divine than had a sort of dislike to the admission of such a imbued with the usual faults of his class, which functionary. Yet Mr. Arden's exemplary conwere commonly time-serving and hypocrisy, vices duct, his freedom from place-hunting, and his of the meanest. He differed from the lovely gentle piety, had much commended him to my young lady, I believe, about some trifle of taste, lord, who was, I have heard, a very worthy noand she spoke to him with such disdain. He had bleman. As a girl, Lady Amber had studied a kind of hectic flush in his face, which deepened with Herbert Arden. She knew the deep stores as she spoke to him. He only looked at her in of learning which, never vauntingly displayed, reply; but such a look! Good heaven! it might yet existed in him, and obtained from the noble have melted a stone. I was just handing her young lady profound admiration. She had an some tiffany to choose from, and the tears fell hot innate thirst for the well of knowledge herself, and fast from her eyes on my hand. I knew too and had quaffed pretty deeply, when she found well to notice her distress; but thought I, “Here she had not merely learned to admire her teacher, is more than meets the sight.”
but to love him alsó. It was the old, old story When they were ready to depart, he was about over again—the philosopher and his pupil-but to lead my Lady Summerdown to her coach, when on one side in this case, pride had a deeper root Lady Amber, who had dried her tears, and whose than love; and Lady Amber's pride was of this eyes looked as bright as if they had never been persuasion, that although Herbert Arden's family dimmed with one, sprang to his side.
(albeit a reduced one) was of as good blood as “And won't you take me with you, Mr. Ar her own, her brother's tutor was yet no match den ?” said she.
for her. He merely bowed low, and offered her his! At that early time she was poor, and, for a other hand, for it was not the fashion then to marquis's daughter, well-nigh portionless; but take arms.
when the tide of Indian wealth rolled in at her “Of course, child, he will," said my lady, feet, I am told that her woman heard her exclaim haughtily.
in the privacy of her chamber, “Now true love And as they went down the stairs I heard Lady shall triumph ;" as if true love ever triumphed. Amber teazing and rallying him unmercifully. I It is too submissive, too fond of sacrificing, to watched them into the coach. Ah me! they dream of triumph. From the time, then, that both, after that slight storm, looked radiantly she became her own mistress did Lady Amber happy. We thought what a pair they would torture and goad the heart which her woman's have made if fortune had matched them as well instinct truly told her wooed her for herself as nature, for his auburn hair, fair skin, and ele- | alone. gant appearance, harmonized well with her clear Perhaps secret lovers were never more cruelly brunette complexion, tinted with a bright color, circumstanced than Lady Amber Mayne and Mr.
Arden. He dared not avow his love because of door and his capricious mistress, and closing it, her high station and wealth ; she dared not own led her by the hand to a settee. hers, because a woman would rather let her own “I know not,” he said, “ by what cruel fate I heart eat itself away by sorrow and regret than have been deprived of your conversation lately, she would seek in words to know the extent of but methinks the dear favor you bestowed on me her lover's affection. But she had unluckily a should not go unacknowledged. You will not most contrary spirit : at one time she would have deem it presumption, in the humblest of your given her whole wealth if he would but have ac- servants, dear Lady Amber, if he thanks you for knowledged his regard ; at another, if she but that which came as a ray of the sun's beams to fancied she perceived the smallest indication of it, some poor prisoner pining for light.” she would so lower him to the earth by her con- She haughtily declared she knew not what he tempt and amazed disdain, that she too often could mean, and insolently challenged him to raised in that deep-feeling heart a storm of pas- explain himself. sionate self-reproach. Oh! the spirit of a co The young man's spirit rose at this treatment. quette. Oh! the galling existence of one de- At that minute he only knew that he was Her. pendent on a patron's bounty.
bert Arden-a man-honest—unpresuming It was about this time that she contrived to do and of a capacity noways inferior to the prouddeliberately the most cruel thing—cruel, consid- est. He saw in her a capricious, exacting, and ing her subsequent determination. Among the unresponding woman, presuming on her wealth, things which Lady Mary Wortley Montague her rank, and her beauty, and no wonder if his brought from the East was the system of the soul rebelled. language of flowers. Lady Amber insisted on “Did you not, madam, give me these flowers?" Mr. Arden's studying these floral telegraphs, and he said; opening his vest, and taking them from imparting the knowledge to her. It was in vain the riband which, hung round his neck, suspendthat he, seeing the danger, and aware of her way-ed them on his heart. ward disposition, resisted this wish. All the ar- “A few flowers !” was her exclamation ; “what tillery of her fascinations, her charms, her varied next? Did a gift bestowed in courtesy from one caprices, were brought to bear on this scheme, whose position"-50 she phrased it "entitled by which she thought she might convey her mind her to bestow courtesies, subject her thus to be without compromising her feminine dignity. At insolently reminded of the implication they might length the marchioness's aid was enlisted, and be made to bear, she must request that her simMr. Arden, against his better judgment, complied, plest actions might not thus be distorted." perhaps pleased to do so in spite of himself. She “The arrangement of these flowers, then," he was no sooner perfected in this art, fitter I think asked, “ was it purely accidental? He must have for the intriguing East than our own soil, than her own assurance of this." she took an opportunity one day-company being '" Must! She was not accustomed, he must present-to gather from the conservatory exactly be aware, to be thus catechised." those blooms which convey to a lover his mis- “Would she condescend, then, to give the astress's affection, and carelessly presented them surance he required, and if possible forgive his to the young chaplain, with “Here, Mr. Arden, mad presumption, which only the most devoted accept this for your dinner nosegay.” To the love could excuse." rest, these flowers were sealed books, but to him "Well, then, she supposed her late studies had -he flushed with joy and rapture. What man given an accidental determination to the stupid ---young, enthusiastic, and loving like him things, which might have seemed odd, but," would not have done so. Their eyes met, hers | The dry and withered tokens were cast at her fell, unable to bear the wondrous happiness of feet, and her faint cry, as he fled from the room, that glance, but thenceforth Herbert, though the never reached his ear. furthest from being a coxcomb, believed that he She sat, buried in thought, absorbed in repentneeded not the surety of words to convince him ant tears, for some time, and then left the room. that he was beloved ; and he felt a modest hap- Presently, she bethought herself that the poor piness in that belief. He had never dared aspire discarded flowers were on the floor of the apartto forget his station, though she had often griev- ment she had quitted. She went back for them, ously tempted him to do so. Lady Amber was, but they were gone-she never saw them again he knew, her own mistress, and though opposi- till she saw them mingled with dust kindred to tion might reasonably be feared, yet—what! their own. if she loved him all would be well. Not for a Such were the strange moods of her mindwhole fortnight after this could he obtain an in- now resolving to sacrifice all to love, and now to terview with her; if he sent to request one, she repel affection by dignity—that she continued was going to dress, or visit, or a hundred trivial exercising these varieties of behavior to him, excuses were made. She intentionally deprived whenever the arrangements of the family brought him of every opportunity to speak, now that speak- him into her presence. At all other times he ing became as obvious a matter of duty to his fine avoided her. She knew not, though many of the mind as hitherto he had deemed silence to be. At servants did, that his distraction of mind had last, one day he found himself alone with her. brought on, in an advanced degree, a pulmonary She became suddenly aware of this, and rose to complaint to which he was liable, and that any quit the room, but he placed himself between the renewed anxiety caused him to expectorate blood.
He was implored by some of the head servants | There are more ways of slaying a young lady to see a physician, and went secretly out of doors than stabbing with a knife or giving a bowl of to visit one-lest it should alarm her, whose peace poison. Who shall tell if one day you may not was only too dear to him.
rank with those who have been arraigned at At this time, though suitors had never been man's tribunal, and have been dismissed to the wanting, one was evidently encouraged. A man punishment of heaven? When she left our showof rank, who received marks of favor only when rooms her eyes were inflamed with tears, but she Herbert Arden was by to see and suffer from persisted, and not only that, but it. She was urged to marry this gentleman, but seemed in no hurry to make up her mind; but can it be conceived; what fiend ruled the soul he was not one who would be trifled with. It of this young girl? The day before her appointwas intimated that her decision must be irrevo- | ed nuptials, which were to take place in the pricable and immediate. He was a man of high vate chapel of the marchioness, Dower House, fashion, immense influence, and she hesitated. in town, she took her woman with her and drove As a refinement of cruelty, she affected to con- to the Bishop of C- 's, the prelate who had sult her former tutor. Could looks have struck promised to read the ceremony. What arguher with an eternity of remorse, his would have ments she made use of I know not, but as even done so then. Once she was on the point of bishops are not always invulnerable, they must throwing herself at his feet, of confessing all have been powerful ones. On the wedding-day, all—that he was the only one she loved, or could when all were assembled waiting only for the love, or would love. And then the cold and cau- reverend bishop, there came at the last moment tious demon whispered, “ Think what you will a note from that dignitary, explaining that sudlose, the homage of the world”—as if the world den illness would prevent him from attending, could give one grain of happiness in return for and expressing a hope, more like a command, the sacrifices made to it of truth, of justice, of that his young friend Mr. Arden would be his honor. And so the impulse was lost, and she substitute. He who, pale and attenuated, yet dismissed him with so stately coldness that he was there maintaining his post among the wedasked himself, “Was I not a vain fool ? can this ding guests, and striving with all his might to woman have ever loved ?" Then there passed brave it out, was struck speechless at this resuch a scene of passion and madness in her dress-quest. When he could find words, he protested ing-room, with none about her but her women, against such a task; why, none of course could that one might have thought she was possessed imagine, it being obviously his duty. At length by a devil as of old. And was she not? If the Lady Amber herself urged him— the last respirit of a coquette is not diabolical, then demons quest of mine, Mr. Arden." He yielded; pernever walk this earth. And so did that great, haps he felt how terrible would be the revenge fine house hold as it were a casket, these two she was drawing on herself. He took his place. spirits, one chafing at itself, the other humbled, Those who remember the scene said that his face prayerful, and forgiving. . . . . . . was of the same color as his surplice. He read
The news was soon spread-Lady Amber was every word slowly and distinctly, till just at the to be married to his Grace the Duke of Torhamp- benediction, when every one noticed how short ton, and she came to our house to choose wed- his breath had become. The bride had her eyes ding clothes. No chaplain now hung on her ac- fixed on the ground, and as the bridegroom turncents, or attended her steps. She was more ed to salute her, Herbert Arden fell heavily, face lively than beseeming, I thought, and yet, ever foremost, to the ground, right between the new and anon, a change came over her, and she married pair. They raised him; they tore open heaved great sighs, and was so lost in thought the breast of his ruffled shirt; as they did so, a that she knew nothing, saw nothing, heard no- little satin packet fell out of his bosom and went thing. Some lady who was with them asked on the ground: it contained dead flowers—"ashes the marchioness with much concern, “how poor to ashes." Doctors came, but she had done her Mr. Arden was?” “Oh! dying, I think,” said work effectually-life had departed. No one my lady," the servants say he neither eats, sleeps, could mend that broken heart. nor rests." At these words a sort of spasm flitted over Lady Amber's face, but she said nothing, Now you know as much as I do of Lady Amonly pulled at the lace she was examining till it ber Mayne's history. I thought when I saw her was squeezed into a rag. “I'll take this thing," go to the “drawing-room" on the occasion of her she said, and then-as if she could bear no more marriage, like the gentlewoman in the play Mr. -she went to the window, and pulling out her Garrick was so fine in, “I would not have such handkerchief, wept. Her mother and the lady a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole whispered "Such a feeling heart. He was the body.” Two years after that her family went tutor of poor James, and she loved her brother into mourning for her. She had taken landanum, so dearly it will be like losing him over again." I believe. There was a great fuss about the corWhy did the sixth commandment flit before her oner's verdict, but it got hushed up somehow, eyes like the writing on Belshazzar's wall, with and after all she received Christian burial, which, this difference, that she could decipher too well though it is a hard thing to say, yet to my mind the characters, “Thou shalt do no murder ?" I was more than she deserved.
STUDENT LIFE IN PARIS. groups of ladies knitting; and whole squadrons THE resident in Paris who does not live in the of bonnes, with infinite varieties of the Paris
I fashionable quarters thereof; whose purse baby, crawling, and squeaking, and tottering, compels him to exist upon the nourriture simple and tumbling about them. All the boys are et fortifiante of a student's hotel, instead of pay- | little soldiers; and those young fellows who are ing daily visits to Vachette's, or even to the not aspiring drummers are mimic generals. To Dîner de Paris ; generally chooses the neighbor- the serious observer, the recruits, parceled out in hood of the Panthéon for his quarters. For, detachments of six, and occupying the ground hereabout he may have the wildest kind of social from the steps of the Palace gardens up to the liberty. He may wear the hat he pleases to gates of the Park, look sad specimens of military adopt, without remark; he may give free vent glory. As they make their first attempts to to the exuberance of his fancy in the matter of shoulder arms; as they receive the rough thrusts trowsers. Nobody will interfere with him, if he of the peppery little drill sergeants; as they have a relish for a pipe in the Palace gardens undergo the minute inspection of the commandclose by. Having had his two dishes for break-ing officer (who has a push for one, an angry fast, about ten, with his half bottle of vin ordi- word for another, and a threat for a third), their naire, he should be off to his business—perhaps set expression of feature gives to them a deadened to the dissecting-room of a hospital, or to the look, that has something awful in it. Their eyes studio of some great painter, his master. But are fixed, looking forward; the head is held the day is cloudless, and the Panthéon stands stiffly; the lips are motionless; all volition apout against the intensely blue sky, reminding pears to be at an end. At the sergeant's word of him of a sketch by Roberts.
command firelocks are shouldered; then lowered; On such a day the dissecting-room or the close then the right hand is upon the cartouche-box; atmosphere of a studio is insupportable. To then the cartouche is lifted to the mouth, and stroll out, past the interminable book-stalls, inserted in the musket; then the ramrod is apcrammed with yellow-covered books; to meet a plied; and the bright rods rise and fall along the friend, and then saunter into the Luxembourg line with the precision of steam machinery ; then gardens, to promenade while the band of one of the musket is again shouldered. Those who the regiments is playing, is certainly a more have been in any degree slow or awkward, are pleasant proceeding. There is a laziness in the savagely reproved; then the officer makes a dash very air; it is impossible to do any thing worth with his sword at a musket dangling carelessly, speaking about. And then, if the stroller be an or seizes a man's cap, and puts it jauntily upon artist, may he not, in his walk, study character? his head as a soldier should wear it. All the There are, unhappily, twenty different ways of men stand like statues, and appear so closely to reconciling the conscience to idleness. On some resemble one another, that you wonder how they mornings of lassitude the artist rises with weak sort themselves, and recognize their companions eyes; the medical student wakes with an un- when they are once dispersed. At a word they steady hand; the writer jumps out of bed with presently fall on one knee (that which was obthe reflection that the brain wants relaxation and served encased in a leather band to preserve the repose, like the body; the government official is scarlet trowsers from the dust) to receive a charge disturbed from his sleep by the suggestion that a of imaginary cavalry; then they rise and advance day in bed will strengthen his naturally delicate one step at a time, with their bayonets pointed at constitution, and that a medical certificate must an advancing enemy; in reality at a formidable certify to that fact; the prima donna, rising with row of laughing nurses and delighted children. a slight wheeziness, feels that to sing at the con- A drum rolls, and suddenly they stack their cert she is engaged to perform at that morning muskets; the rigidity of their faces is relaxed : would be madness. And thus we all cheat our and they skip away to join the crowd gathering selves occasionally.
about the band posted half way down the avenue. These mornings of self-deceit are, I fear, a Now they are playing all kinds of practical jokes little too frequent with the gentlemen who are with one another. Hats are knocked off; mock supposed to study near the Panthéon. On such fights go on; unobserved pulls of the ears are occasions they may be generally found grouped given; and jokes are played even with the about the Luxembourg gardens-some reading swords. Pipes are produced ; tobacco is freely Le Mousquetaire in the shade of the trimmed borrowed, and as freely lent; clouds of smoke chestnut trees; others watching the evolutions rise into the air; the officers unceremoniously of the soldiers in the long walk that stretches light their cigarettes from their men's pipes; the away from the Palace to the Observatoire. Then corporals group together as the sergeants group billiard matches are got up, and appointments together; and the lieutenants chatter apart, made for the Closerie des Lilacs. Here may be while a few privates hop about to the polka seen excellent samples of the Paris student; which the regimental band is playing. It is a from the beardless young fellow with his rough gay scene of cheerful life. The officers, with hat upon the back of his head, and his extremi- their hands buried deep in their wonderfullyties cased in trowsers fitting him like gaiters; to capacious scarlet trowsers, bulging from their the solemn student, with his dingy volume under remarkably small waists, laugh, and talk, and his arm, spectacles on his nose, and his cravat smoke, and forget to look rigid and military ; tied carelessly about his throat. Here, too, are ladies cluster about, talking lively things; stu
dents four abreast, and arm-in-arm, stroll rounding that a gallery of paintings by modern Frerch the large circle ; and grisettes, in their snow- artists should be formed in one of the wings. To white caps, and little black mantles, chatter about carry out this project some of the more remarkthe last quadrille Chinoise they danced at the able examples of French art in the Louvre and Closerie. These groups, with children chasing the royal palaces were removed hither. This huge wash-leather foot-balls in every direction, exhibition, which included some celebrated works and a few old men sunning themselves on the by David Gros, and Gerard, was opened to the benches, make up a scene to which the fountain public for the first time in eighteen hundred and before the Palace, and the splendid rows of trees eighteen. And this collection is now free to all leading to it, furnish a pretty background. who have an hour to spare, and who are armed
For the student who is inclined to be idle to with passports. have a scene like this within five minutes walk The way to the gallery, up a narrow stone of his hotel is to be powerfully tempted. When staircase, is not impressive. It is unlike a French he is tired of the soldiers, he can stroll into the approach to an art-gallery, although it might splendid kitchen gardens of the Palace, to watch serve such a purpose without notice in England. the growth of the vines, or to sniff the perfume A ring at a bell on the first floor summons an of the fruit-blossoms. Then, there is a little important person in a cocked hat, and green and café, absolutely in the Palace grounds, under the red livery, who examines the applicant's passshade of some magnificent trees. Thence he port, takes his cane (for the care of which he may lounge past the orangery, to the pretty gar-charges him two sous), and lets him loose in the dens close to the Palace, surrounded by statues gallery. The pictures in the collection are, genof the queens of France. Here the children of erally, very well known : it is with the copyists the neighborhood swarm ; here priests, in thin | that the idle student's interest will lie. Here he black cassocks and three-cornered hats, walk is certain to meet some friends; and, as he strolls leisurely about ; and ladies sit to read romances from one easel to another, with a lively word for or work embroidery; while dozens of little boats each acquaintance, and a criticism on each copy, swim about the fountain basin, and two swans the time flies onward to his perfect satisfaction. receive their daily supply of biscuits de Rheims These copyists are a peculiar class in Paris, from the paddling, screaming, delighted little who supply the picture-market in all parts of the ship-owners.
world, but mostly in Paris, with imitations of When the burning mid-day sun drives the idler popular paintings. The visitor, entering the from the gardens, the Palace of the Luxembourg, gallery for the first time, if he have been many built for Marie de Medicis—which the genius of weeks in Paris, knows almost every picture. Rubens was employed to decorate-remains to Copies of them are to be seen in any quarter of be visited. In the two hundred and thirty years the capital : they are heaped up in the shops in during which the Palace has stood, how many the Rue de Seine-they choke up the gateways scenes of terrible interest have passed within its on the Quai Voltaire-they dangle in the wind walls ; upon how much ruined greatness have its outside the gates of the Louvre. And here they iron gates turned ! Here the Dowager Queen are by dozens, lying against the walls, under the of Spain, widow of the first Louis, and daughter originals. Four persons, with their easels inof the Regent, passed her widowhood and died. I geniously grouped within the narrowest possible Here Rubens's decorations and illustrations of space, are painting Scheffer's Charlotte Corday: Marie de Medicis were exhibited; and here were three distinct copies of Rosa Bonhem's masterly first shown to the public, in seventeen hundred Plowed Field are peeping from the canvas : De and fifty, a few of the best works of the old mas- la Roche's Death of Queen Elizabeth is being reters in the possession of the Royal Family, which produced on four or five different scales: the picbecame the nucleus of that splendid collection of ture of the Last Victims of the Reign of Terror, paintings now gathered within the walls of the by Muller, with André Chenier as the central Louvre. But when, in seventeen hundred and figure, is being either copied wholesale, or being seventy-nine, Louis the Sixteenth gave the palace mercilessly dissected into “studies;" some copyto his brother, the Count de Provence (afterwardists taking only the head of the poet: others snatchLouis the Eighteenth), Rubens's pictures and ing the face of a terrified woman. The Young the works forming the public gallery were re- Princes in the Tower, by De la Roche, are being moved, and set apart to be added to the collection as mercilessly murdered by two copyists as they in the Louvre. While the gloom of the Revolu- were, in reality, by the hired assassins. One tion was over the capital, dark days fell upon the glance at these imitators, however, is more interPalace. Presently, however, it was decorated esting and pleasing than two at the copies. Many for the Directory; then for the Senat Conserva are women-some young women-negligently teur; then again, in eighteen hundred and two, dressed. Their cloaks and bonnets are put aside a gallery of old masters was collected within its in a heap, and some black lace, or a coquettish walls, to be withdrawn finally to fill up gaps in handkerchief, is gracefully tied over the head. the Louvre gallery in eighteen hundred and They have generally a sad, careworn, business fifteen. It was that same Count de Provence, look, and they proceed with their painting as who once held the Palace as his private property, listlessly as the seamstress goes on with her sewand who gave importance to the building after- ing. They are undisturbed by the stare of visitors, ward occupied by his chamber of peers by order- and hear passing criticism without the least er.