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white sticks, came dashing up; we must stop this themselves mirrors for half-a-dozen stars, separated noise, or all the country, even to the nests on the top of the range which the party had just surmounted from Etna, will know we are in motion. Muffle the bells, another much loftier, though with an easier slope. The Chino; and tell us what's in the wind. It seems as if path leading over it could be distinctly traced; for it Don Diavolo himself were abroad.'

was occupied by a long procession of lights, the first He may be,' quoth a sturdy square-set fellow, of which had nearly reached the bank of the stream with a face shining like a copper-pan well burnished, below. From the trampling and murmur borne across bare head, a white shirt, brown breeches, gray stock - the valley by the night-breeze, it was evident that ings, and buckled shoes— he may be, Pipo, but in many hundred persons, some on foot, others on horsethe dress of a gendarme. I told you of the patrols last back, were coming that way; and the flashing of hel. night; to-day it has been worse. Orders have come mets, swords, and bayonets, in the light of the linka, from Messina to watch all the coast, as if an enemy shewed that the chief portion of the party consisted of were going to invade us. Luckily, Signor Soldato is soldiery. One or two litters, however, could be disstupid and slow. We shall have, perhaps, time to run tinguished; so that Walter guessed that some great this cargo in; and then we must lie quiet for a time, personage was travelling under good escort from and smoke, and sing, and dance, and make love, but Messina to Palermo. He looked hastily around to do no business at all.'

discover what had become of Angela, and saw the Walter understood sufficient of this report, which white mule about a hundred yards off, moring rapidly was given in the most marked Sicilian dialect, to feel away. Dashing in that direction without waiting to persuaded that the news of Angela's escape had been make out the pathway, slipping, scrambling, encourag sent by rapid means to Messina, and that her intention ing Buck, who followed with desperate courage, Walter to land in Sicily was known. Even if he had hoped soon came up with Jacopo, who was driving away the until then, therefore, it seemed now forbidden to do so. mule and its burden. Poor Angela gazed wildly Difficulties, and obstacles, and disasters, were accumu- about, not knowing what all this hurry-scurry meant. lating on all sides. He paused to consider whether 'Stop, son of Pipo!' said Walter, laying his hand on Providence itself had not declared against him; but the huge fellow's shoulder. 'In a general ront, every just as his courage was about to give way, there came one has a right to choose his own path. The lady will to his heart as it were a low whisper, which said: come with me.' * Right being on thy side, no matter what is against Jacopo felt that he was under the hand of a man at thee. Struggle on, and the reward shall be, if not least his match for strength, and ascertained by a rapid success, a satisfied conscience.'

Then he glanced at glance that a reserve was coming up close behind. He Angela, who, ignorant of nearly all the new dangers therefore adopted the persuasive tone. that surrounded her, was already in the saddle, wrapped "You had better go along with us,' said he, "unless in a vast capote, beneath the hood of which her pale you are inclined to fall into the hands of the Marebese countenance looked, said the youngest of Pipo's sons, Belmonte.' in a low respectful voice, like that of the Madonna My father,' murmured Angela, gazing eagerly dora in the chapel of San Giovanni. Poor fellow! he saw the valley, where the litter-bearers had just balted on the beauty before him, but the beauty of the daub of the bank of the stream, whilst a number of horsenden which he was thinking was created by his own pious who had probably seen figures moving suspiciously on imagination.

the crest of the hill, dashed through the shallow water, The file of mules, with heavy cloths thrown over and came clambering rapidly úp. their bells, began to move along the shore ; Katerina A violent struggle took place in Angela's mind. and her sister, half laughing, half crying, bade adieu to Was it right in her to be wandering in this lawless their husbands, and kissed the hands of Angela, who had way by night through unknown regions-seeking for inspired them likewise with a respectful attachment; happiness in defiance of the laws—when perhaps her Walter and Mr Buck followed as cheerfully as they father was there, near at hand, repentant of his harshcould; and they had soon encircled the bay, and reached ness, instructed by her patient resistance, moved by the entrance of a narrow valley leading due south her mysterious flight, disturbed probably by the end inland. The moon had not yet risen ; but the stars, tions of fear and love, ready at the cry which she large and lustrous, and thickly sown, lighted the path could scarcely repress to receive her into pardon, and along which the mules, sulky at being deprived of their consent to her happiness? But then she rememberedi accustomed music, trod slowly, scarcely pricking up a terrible scene, during which her cries of anguish hai their ears when their masters cheered them on. The found no answer but reproach ; she remembered the sides of the valley became soon clothed with trees, unhappy Prisoner, her husband, waiting with faith for which, indeed, here and there met overhead, forming a the appointed hour of deliverance which was to bring dark tunnel. On reaching a broad, dismal table-land, her into his arms; and when Walter, who had found Walter saw to his dismay that they turned eastward, it necessary to threaten ere he could drive Jacopo to away from Palermo, away from Maretimo; but he knew retreat, came to her, she murmured : that remonstrance would be useless, and determined Save me-oh, save me! Better I should be in the to wait until the morrow, before he even thought of a hands of these rough men, than once more a prisos plan of escape.

in my father's house.' Their course lay amidst patches of stony ground and Walter lifted her out of the saddle, and badé Jorge brushwood towards a vast range of hills, rising in a who had never quitted the head of the male, drive it succession of steps or parallel ranges of increasing away. The escort had reached the summit of the l'ı height, at the foot of the first of which they soon arrived. and several men, seeing that it would be dangerous The ascent, by a zigzag path, was difficult and slowly urge the horses along the rocky ridge in the dire. performed. They reached the summit of the first step tion of the figures they could distinguish--moving a without incident; but here a halt took place uncom- stationary-had dismounted. Most of the smugglas manded, having apparently no definite object, men and were already out of sight; but Walter and his party animals collecting into a confused crowd, with eager were so near, that there was danger of capture if a murmurs, and then scattering over the hill in all moment were to be lost. The mule galloping dors directions. Walter, who was a little in the rear, the slope in the well-known direction of its statie hastened forward, and saw a brilliant but alarming attracted the attention of the soldiers, who fired coe spectacle.

or two random shots after it. Meanwhile Walter, tek A shallow valley, along which ran a stream, visible leading, half carrying Angela, hastened to escape free here and there where small patches of the water made la too conspicuous position, and to descend into the


valley, making towards a clump of trees that could be had been so full of bustle, and noise, and life, was dimly distinguished on the banks of the stream. None abandoned by all, save the four fugitives, who still of the party spoke a word ; but all being equally crouched silently by the water-side. ignorant of the place, trusted to his courage and judg- When they thought there was no longer any danger ment implicitly. The soldiers, encumbered by their of stragglers remaining behind the escort, they began sabres, and probably fearful of falling into an ambus- to talk of their position, which was by no means cade, saw them, but followed slowly, shouting to them promising. to stop. The remainder of the escort, grouped round • Now, Mr Masterton,' said Buck, who was quite the litters on the opposite side of the water, were dis- at sea, what are we to do? Where are we to go? tinctly visible by the light of numerous links that had Why have we left Pipo in the lurch? What are gradually collected into one focus- but could evidently your projects? How many more times are we to be distinguish nothing, and murmured confusedly. The shot at ? cover which Walter had selected was not more than a Without taking notice of the slightly mutinous tone hundred yards from the nearest light; but trees and in which these questions were put, Walter replied : bushes lined the stream along all its upper course. Our object is still to contrive the freedom of Paolo They had almost reached the place of safety, when a di Falco. If we are less rich in means than we thought loud, stern, authoritative voice, before which all others ourselves yesterday, we have the advantage of being became silent, except one that seemed to speak in the complete masters of our movements. I propose that feminine accents of entreaty and reproach, but which we should draw a little nearer to Palermo-keeping, passed unheeded-a loud voice, we say, cried :

however, away from the coast. Master Josefo, who is * Take them, dead or alive! Fire!

intelligent, though no hero, can be sent into some large Oh, father!' exclaimed Angela, turning fiercely, as village to purchase garments less foreign-looking than if now careless of all danger, in the direction from these, whilst we bivouac in some wood. Then we can which this ruthless order came. Her cry of reproach present ourselves as travellers at another place, risking was so loud that it might have reached the ears to the chances of discovery. I trust to your co-operation, which it was addressed ; but the soldiers, not at all my dear sir. You must remain with Madame di Falco, liking the rough ground over which the chase was whilst I go alone to find means of reaching Maretimo leading them, took advantage of the order, halted, and at the appointed time.' fired their carbines each from where he stood. The So many objections were at once raised, that Walter light was so dim, however, that nearly all their shot had to promise that when he had chartered a bark, he pattered on the stony ground without taking effect; would contrive, if possible, to take his companions on but Walter knew by the peculiar start of Angela, board. whom he was dragging rather than leading under the We may have to coerce a crew again,' said Mr trees, that she had been touched.

Buck. You are wounded, good Heavens!' exclaimed he. “Why have I undertaken this journey,' said Angela,

"Just enough to forbid my forgetting this night!' but that when he stretches out his freed hand, mine said she bitterly, holding up her arm.

may be the first to clasp it ?' The poor thing, exasperated, not by pain or danger, They determined to move at once in the direction of but at the thought that her father, even though igno- Palermo, which they judged to be distant about twenty rant of her presence, should have her shot at like a miles; and being afraid of losing themselves, or meetwild beast, was beginning to feel a vague sentiment ing some of the scattered smugglers, if they attempted of hatred that chilled and contracted her heart.

to bear at once inland, proceeded towards the road, or Still the soldiers fired, as if in sport, and the bullets rather well-marked track, by which the marchese had every now and then dashed the leaves from the branches marched. On issuing from amidst the trees, they over the heads of the fugitives.

found that the moon had risen ; and by the time they Walter, however, had his lan. Instead of attempt reached the table-land had already traversed, it ing to fly up the stream, he led his little party through gave sufficient light to enable them to continue their the wood, and made them all crouch down under cover journey without fear of losing their way. Angela, of the bank, with their feet almost in the water. whose little feet had scarcely ever been allowed to

'I have not played “hide-and-seek”in Berkshire for walk, except in a garden or a public promenade, susnothing,' whispered he to Mr Buck, who was, however, tained by her affection, bore the fatigue not only well so absorbed in internally anathematising the assassins but cheerfully. She had evidently by this time begun who had put him in such jeopardy, that he treated this to look úpon Walter as a being of a superior order, and observation with silent contempt.

thought that, because he seemed confident of success Angela bared her arm, which had been slightly even now, there could be no reason for doubt on her grazed above the wrist, and washed the wound, and part. said gloomily:

Although the little party advanced very slowly, 'If he is thirsty, he will drink.'

several times, on reaching the summit of hills that Walter, whose good-humour had quite returned, now crossed their path, they saw the lights of the wellthat he felt confident of safety, rebuked her pleasantly. guarded travellers who preceded them, stretching in a

• Unless the scratch is very deep,' whispered he, serpentine line along a plain, or up a slope, or flashing • which you say it is not, I cannot allow you to be angry like Will-o'-the-wisps through some wood. Now and with the good old gentleman. He is a wonderfully then even a gust of wind brought to their ears the vigorous brigand-hunter, that is all.?

trampling of horses' hoofs, or the voices of soldiers, The painful wound is in my heart,' replied, in a perhaps talking loud to keep their courage up; for choked voice, Angela, whose tears had by this time every defile might conceal an ambuscade, and robbers begun to flow.

had been known to harass, if not to attack, even From their hiding-place they heard a great deal of stronger parties than theirs. There were, no doubt, noise and shouting; and a group of men, calling to many mules carrying baggage in company; and when each other to keep close together, passed along the this fact was suggested, Mr Buck, who was becoming skirts of the wood. But the marchese probably soon quite lawless in the inidst of these strange adventures, got tired of this chase without results. The soldiers proposed that in case any animals dropped behind, they were ordered off; the line of march was reformed; the should be at once confiscated. It is possible that some liglits could be seen through the trees ascending the improper action of the kind would have been performed hill, and disappearing one by one over the summit; had an opportunity occurred; but they marched nearly and presently that valley, which for nearly an hour all night without meeting anything alive on the road. The inhabitants of the few hamlets they passed--not inked, and notched, and inscribed desks: the anguisk of brought up with a proper amount of respect for the learning; the delight of escape from what is remembered military authorities of the country-seemed to have with so much pleasure though the escape brings to deserted in part their houses on the approach of the mind delightful things too--the playground; and the escort; for several doors were open, but not a sound boy friends; the rivals; the combats; the triumphs; was heard, not a human shape moved. It is a preju- the heroic reconciliations; the penknives exchanged; dice in those parts, that men who are paid to assert the predatory excursions planned; the farmers robbed the laws are more dangerous than those who make it and paid ; the holidays;, the smiles that garlanded the a business to infract them. The travellers at first had door of home; all these reminiscences, we say, came some idea of occupying one of the deserted habitations, trooping, as it were, beneath Walter's eyelids, which but judged it more prudent to push 'on, and halt closed for a moment, and then opened wet with tears. beneath a group of chestnut-trees, which they made Suddenly there appeared advancing up the road lead out by the first light of the dawn on a conspicuous ing to the villa a number of men, some of whom bore a eminence to the left of the road.

litter. It was easy to guess from their movements that They were so fatigued, that at first they did not even they arrived from a long journey, and Walter, by a take the bearings of their hiding-place, but lay down process of reasoning which he did not notice, inferred almost indifferent to what might happen, and slept. that they must have formed part of the crowd whose In an hour, however, Walter, ever active, opened his appearance during the night had so opportunely diseyes, and saw that the sun was shining horizontally persed the smugglers. Then he remembered that he through the grove, gilding one-half of the huge trunks, had seemed to hear, at the most critical point of their and filling the cloud of foliage overhead with streaks adventure, a feminine voice, wbich he Bow for the first and spots of green light. His three companions slum- time connected with a person who occupied much of his bered still. Rising, he gazed around, and to his sur thoughts, though he never dared to speak of her. Å prise, and even dismay, perceived that, having advanced powerful contest between prudence, and what we may further during the night than he had calculated, they call an impulse of curiosity, took place. Under other had reached what may be called the upper rim of the circumstances, the issue would not have been doubual: Golden Shell-the incomparable valley sloping down but unfortunately Walter, usually so able to master to the embayed sea, where Palermo, resting on the himself, - felt drawn as hy a loadstone towards that shore like a white nymph, admires her own beauties litter, which had now.lialted at the base of the fight of in the lucent wave.

steps by which the portico of the villa was approacbat. The rising sun by degrees heightened the colours of He shook his English companion, bidding him watch the landscape ; and its rays seemed to stop and gather awhile; was unaccountably satisfied with an answer in sparkles on all the steeples, towers, and pinnacles that presaged only a deeper sleep than before; and of the city, and on the white villas, white statues, abandoning his post with a recklessness for which white balustrades, that shone between the deep green many a sentinel has suffered death, began rapidly mass of the orange, citron, and pomegranate groves. descending the defile. The sea trembled as it were with pleasure between He was not, however, so mad as to go straight to the two mighty promontories on either hand. - The the entrance, where the litter-bearers, after a slight hills, grand in outline, were covered almost to the form had rapidly ascended the steps, had cast cliensummit with vegetation : liere were wheat and bean selves down in the sun, as if exhausted by loog trave. fields; there, palms gracefully bending,' added an His object at first was simply to reconnoitre te Oriental feature to the scene; and there were, more ground; and for this purpose, having reached the over, bamboos, and laurel-trees, and oleanders, and meadow, and leaped the water-course, inattantire te aloes, all growing in wild profusion at the foot of the bright flowers it fed, he began climbing towards the slope from which Walter surveyed this beautiful the back of the orchard. He found it protected by

He had beheld it before when indisposed to high walls, surmounted by iron-gratings; and sent all! admire. Now he stood entranced. He could see a round, without obtaining any information whakre. few peasants in the distance moving along the path-On coming again in sight of the sleeping litterways between the fields ; but there was no other sign bearers, he hesitated, reflected on his raskbess, and of human life. The only sounds heard were the songs looked' towards the grore. of chestnut-trees. He of birds, some hid among the trees, no doubt in warm thought he saw something move there, and persuas little nooks, to which the sun penetrated by leafy ing himself that. Mr Buck was on the watei, be drew loopholes; others in the grass, which they now and "a little nearer to the garden-gate. To his surprise, se then ruffled in circular flights; while others were far both the pillars which flanked it, he saw inscribed in out of sight in the crystal sky, from which their notes marble letters the words : VILLA CASTELNUOTE! descended as in a dew of harmony.

He at once remembered what Luigi Spada bad oftea A few hundred yards from the spot where Walter told him, that the three young Castelnuoves rere also stood was a pretty little villa, nestling in the midst of engaged in the conspiracy to deliver Paolo di Falco: a kind of orchard of orånge and myrtle trees, and and that all the family might be trusted, from Antonio approached in front by steps leading to a succession up to the excellent, though timid and lukewarm, tom! of little terraces, adorned with vases filled with bright himself. What he had just almost admitted to be puerik flowers. He was separated from it by a ravineif rashness, he now believed to have been inspiratia that name can be applied to a deep depression between Passing boldly amidst the sleeping servants, not one si two eminences without any sharp angles, but carpeted whom raised his head, he pushed open the gate, and with sward, from which here and there sprang per- ascended rapidly. In another minute he stood before fumed shrubs. At the bottom was a narrow green Bianca, and a young girl, not more than seventeen meadow, in the midst of which a bright sinuous line years old, who screamed slightly at his sudden appar of deeper green shewed the presence of a water-course. ance, partly, no doubt, because of the wildness an Walter's eye turned with pleasure from the grand disorder of his costume. features of the scene to this charming prospect; and Bianca was also evidently a little startled, and 128 as a number of bees came buzzing along, boasting, as become quite pale. it were, of the flowers they had rified, and threatening * Hush, Antonia,' she said. We have come down new conquests, thoughts long suppressed arose unbidden, lere to talk aloud without awakening your father, and and the names of Theocritus, and Bion, and Moschus, you raise your voice as if a serpent had stung yaa! with the associations that become linked to them in Fie! This is a friend of mine; although, certainly, de youth ; of the old schoolmaster with gray hair; the does come upon us with dramatic rapidity. Siyos


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prodigiously clever fellow-the greatest politician in * This calmi reception and ironical tone were perhaps Italy-everything will depend on him until it comes not exactly what Walter had thought of when lie to this' scrambled like a boy across the ravine; but still he Here Julio made the gesture of cut-and-thrust with had been at once recognised, and admitted to intimacy, the sabre; but as they were by this time under the and it would have been foolish-to obey the impulse that trees of the orchard, Walter thought it right to tell him told him to turn haughtily away. He entered the vesti- of the utter destruction of the Filippa, and the probable bule in which the two young persons were, and sat down loss of the whole crew. The young man's face became without a word. So great indeed was his emotion, that livid, and his arms fell by his side. For a moment he his lips trembled, and he felt that if he attempted to seemed morally and physically prostrated. He and speak, he should make an unmanly appearance. Even | his friends had been so long accustomed to look up through the bronze mask which exposure to the air to Spada as the grand artificer of plots, that without had cast over his countenance, it could be seen that him they were as helpless as children. the blood was slowly and unwillingly retiring. 193 Sicily is lost!' murmured Julio, and he did not utter : Sir!' exclaimed Bianca, her voice bursting more another word during the passage of the little valley and naturally from her lips than he had ever heard it the ascent of the hill. He had dropped, indeed, some before, and quivering with all the inflections of a way behind his eager companion, and followed moodily woman's tenderness — sir,' she exclaimed rising, I and mechanically. A terrible cry of horror and despair think you are indeed tired-exhausted—nay, wounded.' roused him. He sprang up the few remaining paces,

She looked at the scar on his cheek, which had and beheld Walter standing with upraised hands under opened during the immense exertion he had made in the trees, his eyes intently fixed on a pool of blood in escaping from the soldiery, and drawing near, and laying the centre of a bare piece of ground. Besides this her hand on his arm, she added in a husky voice: fearful sign, there was nothing to tell that living 1.Can it have been you-you that crossed our path creatures had passed that way. last night ?'

*But this is impossible-- it is impossible,' said Walter “Yes, madam!' exclaimed Waltet, restored to himself in that terribly calm tone of voice, in which despair by these expressions of sympathy, and quite sure that sometimes reasons, as it were, with itself ere it plunges he might speak with safety. But this wound was not into suicide or insanity. "I left them all three herereceived then. "Another was struck.'

sleeping tranquilly—and I deserted my post but for a : !Great God !' cried Bianca, “not Angela ?', moment and I return, and I find them not-nothing 1. She.'

but these traces of murder.' * Oh, horrible! I implored-moved by an irresistible Julio hastened to the other side of the grove, and impulse-I implored her father to restrain the soldiers; looked over a broad expanse of heath, that extended to but he believed there were ambuscades of brigands on the skirts of a gloomy forest more than a mile distant. every side. Yet, where is she? I know by your look He could descry nothing in motion. By this time that the marquis will not have that terrible sin upon Walter had recovered from his stupefaction, and came his soul.''

to his side. "Walter, though unable to account to himself for the . We must pursue, and rescue them,' exclaimed he, deep interest which Bianca seemed to feel in Angela, stepping forward as if to suit the action to the word. determined to trust implicitly to her. He led her, Stay, friend,' cried Julio ; 'the attempt would be therefore, to a window, and pointed to the clump of mere madness at present. I see you have your pistols; chestnut-trees.

but this outrage can only have been committed by a * There l'exclaimed Bianca, her eyes glistening with strong party of banditti. Reflect a moment. We have delight. I must go instantly and bring her in.' seen blood, but no corpses. There has been a struggle,

She would have hastened forth without more ado had and a wound has been given. But as yet there is no not Walter restrained her.

death. Let us be calm. Before moving, we must learn -7. Remember,' he said, almost unconsciously making who has been at work here. We have means of knowBianca an accomplice, that we are fugitives. Our ing, and may recover the prisoners without a blow. entrance into this house must be secret. It belongs, if It is, perhaps, a mere mistake.' 1 mistake not, to the friends of Luigi Spada."

Walter could not but admit that what Julio said * A happy smile played round the mouth of Antonia was wise. Yet he felt his own culpability so strongly, when she heard that name ; and she hastened to say that he could not bring himself to believe the fact that that the surmise was correct. Then Walter remem- "his friends were really removed beyond reach of rescue. bered that in idle hours upon deck 'by. moonlight-- He went, slowly it is true, over the heath, pausing when men at sea talk of their loves even to strangers every now and then where a big drop of blood was - poor Luigi had said something of one Antonia whom visible on the ground or on a leaf. Where the earth he had somewhere seen, and whom he hoped to marry, was soft, he could see the traces of horses' feet, which not, like Paolo, secretly in a garden-chapel, but with convinced him that pursuit would be hopeless. Still, the knowledge and applause of all. Sicily. He did not however, he wandered on with a pistol in his hand; think it right then, however, to talk of the sad fate of and it is true, that as through his fevered brain rushed the Filippa, but assented as cheerfully as he could thoughts of what misery might have been caused by when the young girl proposed to call her eldest brother, his neglect--of the just reproaches which Paolo, dewho was walking in the garden.

livered perhaps to hear of unutterable misery, would i "Julio Castelnuoverwas, as we have said, not re- heap upon his head-it is quite true, we say, that for markable for spontaneous energy or invention, and an instant he meditated turning that weapon against willingly played the part of a subordinate; but he was himself. A motion, a rustling sound in some bushes hospitable and gentlemanly, and readily understood near at hand, attracted his attention. It seemed as if what it was necessary to do.

a man was crawling cautiously away. * We must go out by the side-gate," he said, and Stop,' he cried, or you are dead;' and he leaped walk leisurely towards the chestnut-trees. The party forward desperately. can come in one by one, or two by two, slowly, without A face, horrid with fear, appeared near the ground. exciting suspicion. The ladies will wait for us here. Immediately, however, its expression changed to one Come with me. We have been expecting you. We of delirious joy; and Josefo, the sailor-lad who had knew yesterday of your arrival at Torre del Capitano, accompanied them so faithfully from Naples, despite and wondered why Luigi did not send you immediately dangers which he was unaccustomed to meet, sprang

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up, and thus declared himself; for strong emotion had that any other profession was better than the one tied the poor fellow's tongue, and it was some time he had adopted, he studied medicine, and passed his before he could utter more than a chattering sound. examination at the hall and college successfully. He

soon, however, returned to literature; became connected

with the Illustrated News, and other publications; and THE MONTH:

in 1846, was appointed by Mr Dickens one of the THE LIBRARY AND THE STUDIO. assistant-editors of the Daily News. In 1851, he

became sole editor, and continued so until his death,

a few weeks ago. To Mr Hunt's exertions and excelWHILE the whole country, absorbed in the one great lent management, the Daily News owes the reputation subject of the day, is alternating between the deepest it has gained, as one of the first papers in Europe for sorrow and the most fervent exultation, it can scarcely early and authentic intelligence; it being in this bestow more than a passing glance upon events which, respect now considered quite equal to the Times. Mr but a short time since, would have claimed and received Hunt leaves behind him a memory that his fellowtheir full share of attention. While every eye is labourers in literature will long cherish with affecturned towards that fearful field, where so many of prudence and industry have adequately provided for


tionate regard, and a wife and family whom his our brave countrymen are falling, little heed is taken Charles Kemble, Lord Dudley Stuart, Professor of the more tranquil scenes of death that are taking Edward Forbes, and Miss Ferrier-a Scottish novelist place around us. Yet here, at home, we have had of some repute in her day-close the catalogue of our losses which, however small in number when com- recent losses. pared with those of Alma and Inkermann, claim from American authors must think English critics very the literary chronicler at least a passing word of notice. hard to please. If the American writer is satirica

Jolin Gibson Lockhart heads our list. Although upon us, and makes merry with our manners and holding by no means one of the first places in litera- customs, he gets no quarter, but is assailed without ture, his works, and the associations that attach to his mercy; his minutest errors are pounced upon with name, will doubtless gain for him a lasting reputation. greedy' exultation; his ignorance and presumptiou As is well known, he was a native of Scotland, and exposed at every step. This case is but slightly received his education at the university of Glasgow, different if the writer speaks in our favour instead completing his studies at Oxford. He commenced his of our dispraise. His panegyrics are accounted absurd, literary career by contributing to Blackwood's Magazine, his enthusiasm simulated. Recently, we have had and became acquainted with Sir Walter Scott, whose amongst us a young American lady, Miss Clarke, daughter Sophia he married in 1820. In 1825, Mr who, under the name of Grace Greenwood, has Lockhart was invited to London, to take the post of written an account* of her experiences of English editor of the Quarterly Review. He accepted the invi- society, and the impressions which travel in the Old tation, and held the office until very recently. Politi- World have made upon her mind. Though there is cal circumstances made this journal more influential a little in the book that merits either strong condemfew years ago than it has latterly been; but, under nation or high praise, there is much concerning ourLockhart, it steadily maintained its character as the selves that is pleasing to read, coming as it does from most popularly attractive of all the reviews. In 1843, a stranger. But Grace Greenwood's Haps and Mishaps he was presented by Sir Robert Peel with a sinecure have been almost as ungently handled as Mrs Stove's office worth about L.400 a year. With this income, Sunny Memories. Because Miss Greenwood tells us and with property to which he had succeeded, Mr what she thought of Mr Disraeli-how she was Lockhart passed his latter days free from those cares received by Mr Dickens, and whom she met at his which so frequently imbitter the close of a literary table-an outcry is raised against this violation of the

He died of paralysis at Abbotsford, now privacy of the domestic hearth, and authors are occupied by his daughter. Mr Lockhart will chiefly warned of the fate which awaits them should they be remembered by his Spanish Ballads, and his Life open their doors to such travelling book-makers. Surely of Sir Walter Scott, which, notwithstanding all the there is a little morbid sensibility in all this. Such exceptions that have been taken to it, must be held writers as Mr Dickens can well afford to let us know as amongst the most pleasing biographies in our something of their habits, of their friends, and of language-indeed, perhaps, second only to the famed their daily life, without much dread of consequences. work of Boswell. Mr Lockhart's novels of Valerius, Surely, too, readers may feel some curiosity upon these Reginald Dalton, &c., have not maintained their place points, without that curiosity being either impertinence before the public. The critic is not expected to be a or vulgarity. Grace Greenwood has told us several very popular character, and it was not Mr Lockhart's things which cannot fail to be interesting to all her destiny to be an exception to the rule: for this his own countrymen, and to many of ours, and certainly satiric vein was too keen, his personal habits too without drawing aside too much that veil which should reserved. In these respects, the contrast he formed to shroud from the public eye the transactions of the Jeffrey was very striking.

most humble home. The death of Mr Frederick Knight Hunt, author of Strange news still continue to reach us from the A History of the Newspaper Press, and editor of the country to which the young lady just alluded to Daily News, is another loss which literature has belongs. The spirit of Shakspeare has been invokei recently sustained. A self-educated man, raised from by a "Rapper,' and has condescendingly furnished the obscurity by the force of his own talents and perse- disturber of its peace with a new play, entitled TH verance, his life is interesting and encouraging in its Hermit of Malta, which, it is said, is about to be acted. various aspects. He was born in London in 1814, the or is already acting, in America. The posthumos: eldest of six children, whom, with their mother, he play, of course, has been pronounced by competens supported for many years. It was no light task. By judges' quite equal to any of the other works of the night, he worked in the printing-office of the Morning inimortal" bard. Perhaps, however, these compete! Herald newspaper; by day, he was clerk to a barrister judges will alter their opinion when they learn that the in the Temple. Yet, while thus doubly engaged, he play was written several years ago—was submitted contrived to devote many spare moments to the but without success, to several London managers—! improvement of his mind, and read with such assiduity, that he soon qualified himself for the place

* Haps and Mishaps of a Tour in Europe. By Grace Gro in literature he now assumed. Believing, however, wood. London : Bentley.


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