"Say the word, then; when shall it be?" resumed his lordship, again returning to the charge, for he was all for taking them when they were in the humour. "Be!" said Angelena; "be!" repeated she, still dwelling on the sweet word. "Yes, be," repeated his lordship, boldly. "Whenever your lordship likes," whispered the lady, resignedly. "That's right!—that's a darling!—that's a love of a girl!" exclaimed he, now encircling her slim waist with his arm. "Well, now," continued he, looking musingly up at the ceiling, though he still kept squeezing and drawing her towards him; "let me see— -Monday, Honeyball Hill -Tuesday, Rakelaw Gate-Thursday, Summerhail Tower-Saturday, Blunderfield-four good places-good as any we have. Rakelaw Gate's p'r'aps the best for a lady; but then it's a long way from here. Honeyball Hill there's always such a crowd at-nasty Beale and Brassey, and headand-shoulders Brown, and all that set. I'll tell you what," continued he, as if the idea had suddenly struck him, though in reality he had been pondering upon it all the way as he came "I'll tell you what-how would it do to have a quiet bye' to ourselves?-meet, say, at homethere's a litter of foxes that have scarce been disturbed in Roughley Brake, just at the back of the castle; we could then throw off and finish as we liked, without the bother and surveillance of a field.” "Well," mused Angelena, considering whether the opportunities of privacy would compensate for the loss of the distinction of having his gay lordship for a cavalier servante before the country. "I really think that would be the best way," resumed his energetic lordship-"I really think that would be the best way. quietly over, you know, with Mr. Horn.” "Mr. Hall, you mean," observed Angelena. "Ah, Hall, that's the name. I was thinking of Horns. You come Not an un likely man to wear them, I should say-he, he, he!" giggled his lordship, shrugging his old shoulders, as if half shocked at what he had said. "Mr. Hall's not at home," observed Angelena, with a prudish toss of her head. "Not at home, isn't he," repeated his lordship, briskly. "Well, never mind; get somebody else. I'll tell you who," added he, "in a minute. There's my young friend Jug-Jonathan Jug-you know him, I dare say; of course you do-he's in your pa's regiment, in fact. Well, Jonathan's the very man for us-nice, prudent, sensible, goodnatured little fellow. I promised his pa to call upon him. 'Gad! I'll go and do it directly; and then you and he can arrange to ride over together, and I'll have horses and luncheon and everything ready, and we'll have a nice, quiet hunt to ourselves, undisturbed by Brown or any of those horrors." So saying, his lordship, raising the fair lady up from her seat with himself, gave her a series of most impressive salutes, and, laying down a couple of cards for papa and mamma, backed, courtier-like, out of the little room, and tripping gaily down stairs, mounted his hack, to canter across the barrack-yard to card the proposed cat's-paw. THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. It would be a vain effort, and one as presumptuous as vain, to attempt within the limits of a single page—to offer a fitting tribute to the memory of the illustrious man whose death has cast a shadow over the whole length and breadth of the British Empire. Our melancholy task must, therefore, for the present, be limited to the expression of our share in the universal grief: next month we shall endeavour, however imperfectly, to record some of the most striking events of a career which has had no parallel in our annals since England became a nation. Under whatever aspect we contemplate the Duke of Wellington's character, we still find cause for the profoundest admiration of the qualities which exalted him above all other men. As a military commander he was unequalled, even by his great rival, Napoleon, in whom the conquering element predominated; while Wellington was at once the sword and shield of the country that demanded his services. As a statesman he occupied a place in the highest rank; from the unerring sagacity of his views, his practical wisdom, and the prompt application of the best energies of his unclouded mind, to accomplish every measure which he held to be necessary for the public good. As a loyal servant of the crown, the fidelity of the Duke of Wellington will render his name a proverb: for obedience he will serve as a model; for unswerving truth and honesty, for indifference to unmerited censure, and steady perseverance in the course which judgment and conscience alike told him was right, the Duke of Wellington will furnish a bright example to all who may hereafter be entrusted with the conduct of a nation's affairs. As a man, too, he will live in the hearts of his countrymen as long as honour, modesty, integrity, simplicity, and singleness of purpose, have claims upon the estimation of mankind. The whole realm of England weeps for the loss of her hero; but when we mingle our tears over the grave of the mighty dead, this consolation will remain—that the Duke of Wellington had achieved the great end of his existence, and left nothing wanting to his fame. LITERARY LEAFLETS. BY SIR NATHANIEL. 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REJECTED ARTICLES CANNOT BE RETURNED. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. SOME REMINISCENCES OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. THE death of the Duke of Wellington recals the passage in the Cyropedia of Xenophon, where the hero is described as laying aside his attire to depart where neither fame, nor experience, nor comprehensive views of things, nor courage, nor fortune in advanced age, can give immunity from the common doom. We now contemplate the ruins of what was lately so goodly; we cling to the memory of the decrepit wrecks of what was long familiar to us, consecrated by cherished recollections, and glorious in our national annals. 66 They who saw the broken heaps of Pompey's theatre," says one of our old writers, "and the crushed obelisk, and the old face of beauteous Philænium, could not but admire the disordered glories of such a magnificent structure, venerable in the dust;"just such is the feeling inspired by the recollection of the great soldier who has just rejoined his parent earth. The world is fain to gather all it can in relation to departed greatness -greatness of talent-none else survives the funeral anthem. Thus materials are sometimes collected for the biography of those who have occupied a large share of public attention, or received the merited gratitude of contemporaries—such materials cannot be too voluminous. Hence, if those who chanced to come in contact with the Duke of Wellington have preserved anything in relation to him, however trivial, and would throw it into a common stock, they might aid some future biographer in illustrating his character. I say "future," because no contemporary of that great man, either of the past or present generation-and the Duke belonged to both-can be expected to do justice to his subject. The most distinguished will ever be the most overlauded or reproached by those who inevitably partake in the predispositions and antipathies of the passing hour. Wellington courted none, but worked out his objects under an heroic reserve, the promptings of a matchless prudence, and the soundest judgment possessed by any man of his age. Hence it seemed exceedingly difficult to understand him. Thus his previous habits appeared to militate against any change in opinion as he grew in years, while, on the contrary, he exhibited a singular adaptation of mind to the advancements in political science, and kept pace with the required changes accordingly. Remaining fresh, and even youthful in hope to the last, he met the mutations of policy required by time and an enlarged popular intellect, in a manner one of superior perspicacity could alone have done. When he commenced his career he little supposed that the most prolonged of human existences would see the triumph of toleration which he effected, or that the support of a system of Free-trade-the commercial heresy of his youth would have been one of the principles of his old age, and he himself be mainly instrumental in carrying out. But I digress. The first time I ever saw the Duke of Wellington was at a critical Nov.-VOL. XCVI. NO. CCCLXXXIII. S |