Bentley's Miscellany, Volume II. Various

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СКАЧАТЬ He saw Julia, and gave her the most decided assurances of his unaltered attachment, as the old man's malady threatened to become serious. He privately purchased a neat little cottage outside town, and had all the furniture (for he attended the auction, and arranged that every article of it should be bought in,) conveyed to it. He took particular care – for he consulted Julia on the details – that the disposition of the furniture in the new house should, as nearly as circumstances would permit, be exactly the same as in the house in town. Her father's easy-chair, pictures, books, the pianoforte, – for almost every article had been preserved by the management of Binks, – were put into something like their accustomed places; and little Fidelio, the object of contention at the auction, looked quite as brisk as ever, enshrined in his glass-case over the mantelpiece, not a whit the worse for having his jacket dusted. Change of air, and absence from the scene of his former activity, was suggested as the best remedy for the malady of the old man.

      To this little cottage Julia and her father drove one day, on pretence of looking for a suitable residence, such as became their altered circumstances. This little cottage struck his fancy, and he expressed a wish to see it. A very agreeable young man showed them over the house. The more he examined it, the more he liked it; every thing in it was so like what he once had.

      "Why, Julia, this is your pianoforte! let me hear you play; I'll know it among a thousand;" and Julia played "sweet home" for him, – an air her father always liked. His eye glistened as she played; it reminded him of better days and his old house in the City, and he dropped into his easy-chair. "And Fidelio, the little spaniel! Why, how is this, Julia? – And this gentleman?" and he looked alternately at Binks and Julia. "Ah, hussey! I see how it is; but it's an odd way of coming together."

      And Binks was happy – happy as the day was long. Julia and he were married. The gay Binks, like another Hercules, gave up his club when he married, and was content with his love in a cottage, with no other interruption to his happiness than the occasional pettishness of the old man, who could never well forgive Binks for outbidding him for Fidelio at the auction. And the malady of not knowing what to do with himself never afterwards attacked him, now that the odds were two to one against it.

S.Y.

      A GENTLEMAN QUITE

      In Bentley's May number I read of a goose,

      Whose aim in this life was to be of some use;

      Now I always act on the opposite plan,

      And endeavour to take the least trouble I can:

      I sing at no concert, I dance at no ball, —

      I'm a gentleman quite, and of no use at all!

      When invited to dinner, I'd much rather starve,

      Than attempt for some hungry half-dozen to carve;

      And folks do exist, who, when dishes are nice,

      Won't scruple to send their plates up to you twice:

      All vainly for sauces on me do they call, —

      I'm a gentleman quite, and of no use at all!

      If ask'd for some verses an album to fill,

      I don't plead want of time, but admit want of skill;

      There's nothing ungentlemanlike in a dunce,

      So I state the plain fact, and save trouble at once;

      For, rather than write, I'd mend shoes in a stall, —

      I'm a gentleman quite, and of no use at all!

      When doom'd to the Opera with ladies to go,

      I'm not quite so green as to play the old beau;

      The fiddlers and dancers are paid to amuse,

      And, to stand on their level, is what I don't choose.

      When over, for footman or coach I don't bawl, —

      I'm a gentleman quite, and of no use at all!

      Of my club in Pall Mall I was very soon cured,

      They wanted to make me a sort of a steward;

      Those persons must surely have owed me a grudge,

      To wish me to work as an amateur drudge.

      A suggestion so horrible made my flesh crawl;

      I'm a gentleman quite, and of no use at all!

      I've an uncle, or nephew, or kin of some kind,

      Who, to sit in St. Stephen's, once felt much inclin'd;

      To his vulgar committee he added my name;

      When my poor valet read it, he redden'd with shame.

      With no mob from the hustings will I ever brawl, —

      I'm a gentleman quite, and of no use at all!

      But Death's the great leveller: every one knows

      Gentility's essence is graceful repose,

      And the grave yields repose that must charm e'en a Turk;

      No labour or toil there, the worm does the work.

      When shrouded, and coffin'd, and under a pall,

      Man's a gentleman quite, he's of no use at all!

      May, 1837.

J.S.

      THE FOSTER-CHILD

      "Ten years to-day! Mercy on us, time does fly indeed! it seems but yesterday. And here she sat, her beautiful fair face all reddened by the heat, as in her childish romps she puffed with might and main the fire in this very grate. Dear heart, how sweet a child it was surely! Well, David, say what folks will, I'm convinced there was a fate about it."

      Before I relate how far David coincided in this opinion of his "gude wife," I will mention to whom and to what she alluded, and how I had an opportunity of declaring a similar conviction. Seated, after a kind reception by the master and matron, in their best room in the workhouse of L – , at my request they were proceeding to gratify my curiosity, raised by a picture which hung between the windows. The subject and execution were striking: it had been hit off at one of those luckiest moments for the artist, when, unconsciously, the study presented that inspiration to the task which so rarely occurs in what is termed "a sitting for a likeness." On a three-legged stool, with one foot raised upon the fender, and an old pair of bellows resting on her lap, in the act of blowing the fire, – long clustering locks, the brightest yellow that ever rivalled sunbeams, flowing from a head turned towards her right shoulder, from which a coarse holland pinafore had slipt by the breaking of one of the fastenings, – sat a child, apparently eight or nine years of age, in whose face beamed more beauty, spirit, and intelligence than surely ever were portrayed on canvass. Well might the good dame cry, "Dear heart, how sweet a child it was!" Never before or since have I beheld its equal; and the vivid recollection of the wonder I then felt, will never cease to throw its light upon the page of memory till time turns over the new leaf of existence. What admirable grace! how exquisitely free! she seemed indeed to inhale the breath that panting look bespoke a lack of. What joyous fire in her large blue eyes! and then the parted laughing lips, and small pearl teeth! the attitude how careless, and most natural! all appeared as much to live as if all actual. But, little do I hope, gentle reader, to excite in you as lively an interest for the original, by my weak tints of simple black and white, as the glowing colours of the picture roused in me. I will not attempt it; but at once proceed with the story appertaining to the object of my inquiry, as narrated by the worthy matron of "the house."

      "Do you tell the tale, Bessum," said honest David, addressing his spouse, whose name, from Elizabeth and Betsy, had undergone this farther proof of the liberties married folks take with one another. "Do you tell the tale, and, if needs be, I can help you on, where you forget any part of it."

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