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. THE BEAU MONDE;
Monthly Journal of Fashion.
LONDON, AUGUST 1, 1833.
true old stock! She has stolen behind thee into the
forbidden precincts-she has spied out her old friends, A few white hairs thinly sprinkled over a deeply Isaac and his dog. In a moment she stands beside the furrowed brow, and straggling across a cheek, whose old man's knee, and her tiny hands are patting Tinker's spots of still bright carnation told of free and constant head, and her merry tongue is bidding both welcome, communion with the winds of Heaven, as they blow in both in a breath, Isaac and Tinker, and her young eyes their healthful freshness over moor and mountain, head are roving curiously towards the well-known pack, from land and sea-coast--and the eye deeply set under that which many a little watch, many a pretty-box and pinshaggy ridge of eye-brow! the eye with all its shrewd cushion, is sure to be purchased annually, in compliance keen meanings, its quick perceptions, its habitual watch with the baby longing, seldom disciplined by denial. fulness, its dark sparkling lustre, almost undimmed as And great joy and profound admiration doth old Isaac yet by sixty years of travel, over the roughest ways of manifest at the sight of “ Jittle Missy," profound adthis world's rough thoroughfare! I see thee now, Old miration at her wonderful growth, albeit she might at Isaac, luxuriously seated in a warm corner of the ten years old pair off for stature with Titania, and sit chimney nook, thy huge, dusty, knotted staff on the with the Fairy Queen under the broad shadow of a foor beside thee, the rough bandy legged-cur, faithful fern-leaf. And Isaac has not forgotten “ little Missy" companion of thy wanderings, posted between thy -and lo! from an inner recess of that mysterious knees, eyeing alternately thy face and that attractive cabinet, forth draws he sundry coloured cards, covered platter, on which the kitchen damsel is hea ping up a with cotton, and curiously inlaid with rows of shining meal of savoury scraps, whereof he hopes incontinently - lances are they spears to transfix larks, or spits to partake with thee. Ah cunning Isaac! well choosest to roast them?-neither in truth, but harmless needles thou the time to display thy store of rare merchandise (such seemingly as were used in Brobdignag)-valua-a glance at that remnant of edging, (just enough ble implements of housewifery, fraught with peculiar for a cap,) and the hope of wheedling it from thee a virtues, and not elsewhere to be obtained for love or bargain, will be worth to thee a mess like Benjamin's, money.-So affirmeth Isaac, on presenting one (slowly
—and that other maiden, how courteously she gives extracted from the precious file,) his annual offering to into thine old bony, vein-embossed hand, that confort “ little Missy." And “ little Missy" graciously acing cup of warm, white frotbing ale! her eyes wander cepts the same, graciously and gratefully—she means to ing the while towards that beautiful gold brooch,- | be very grateful, implicitly believing in the iutrinsic “ real gold, set with real rubies,” made on purpose to value of that costly gift, however puzzled in her own hold her sweetheart's hair, the honest price whereof mind as to what purpose she shall apply it." But should be ten shillings, but which for her sake, and for Isaac brought her once a prettier plaything, not, she the sake of her pretty face, God bless her! thou wilt dares say, more valuable, because Isaac says the needles let her have for half a crown.
are worth so much, but she does not much love needles Happy girl !—but there stands one, a human relic of ---she always loses them, or pricks her fingers with old fashioned times, who frowns reproval of such vain them, and she hates sewing--and that other gift was a waste of money--when she began the world, “ a young beautiful little sham rose-tree growing in a flower pot servant girl thought of putting out her little savings to just like life, with moss, real moss about the roots, and interest, or getting together a few creditable things, a a full blown rose, with ever so many buds, all growing good bed at least, and a chest of drawers, against she upon one stem, with their green leaves about them.... came to settle and have a family, but now, a silly wench, Oh! it was a beautiful rose---and dear old Isaac was 80 without a good smock to her back, will spend a month's goud to bring it for her---and she will love Isaac and wages in a pack of trumpery fit for nothing but to | Tinker as long as she lives.".--And Nurse will love figure out a puppet-show madam.” Ah Goody! those them too---ay, Isaac and Tinker, because the darling were good old times, but we live in wicked new ones, patronises both, and because Isaac has the sense to see and Isaac's lures triumph over thy rhetoric. A little all the darling's perfections --and, after all, he is an houngrateful of thee, by the bye, to employ it to his nest old soul, and, to be sure, that edging is cheap, she detriment--when did he ever forget-at which of his must own that, and if the brooch is gold, and she her. 'annual visitations, to replenish thy mull gratis with a self does not care if she buys a trifle for old acquaintportion of his best rappee ?—that which thou lovest, ance sake.—Ah cunning Isaac! most persuasive of uncontaminated with aught of modern outlandish in pedlars ! what female heart can withstand the complitermixture ? and even now-placable Isaac! see, he cated temptations of thy pack, and of thy honied tender's the accustomed tribute ; and more, he has not tongue? forgotten thy child,—the child of thy master's child- 1 Said I not, that every now and then, reminiscences thy darling, the spoiled darling of thine age—she whom of past times, and bygone things, stream in such vivid thou religiously believest has not her equal among all beauty across the shadowy now of my existence, that I the children of these degenerate days, a scion of the am a child again a very child in sooth " pleased,
NO, XXXII.-VL. III.
with a feather, tiekled with a straw"'? Such a gleam
FAIR RUTH. it was that even now beguiled me from my present self, A " BY THE HERALD OF SAINT MAUR.” and from my immediate subject, to my former self, and to old Isaac, yet the episode (however unpremeditately
The gentle Rath, obedient bow'd ber head, introduced) may not be altogether irrelevant, and at all
As to the weeping Naomi she press'd, events, my thoughts, forbidden to ramble, are as it were
And thus in softest pleading accents said, arrested in their course, and the shallow current shrinks
And sooth'd the hapless matron she address'd. * back to its scanty source.-After many annual visits
Entreat me not to leave thee here in woe, paid and welcomed, a year came and passed away, a
Or to refrain from following thee afar : whole year, and old Isaac came not.—About January
For where thou goest, thither will I go, had been the usual time of his periodical apparition,
And still thy poor and humble lodging share. about the middle, or towards the latter end of January,
Thy people shall be mine, thy God my God, -generally it chanced that there was snow upon the
And when thou diest, buried by thy side, ground, and so when snow began to fall about that
I'll bow submissive to the Almighty rod, season, it was looked on as a herald of the old man's
So nought but death shall thee and me divide. approach, and hitherto he had not failed to present
And when Naomi saw her steadfast mind, himself at the doors, within a few days of the usual
No more she said, but onwards bent ber way, period, swinging off the feathery snow-flakes from his
To Bethlehem's fields, in converse soft and kind, old hat, and slipping aside his cumbrous pack, in full
Did Ruth begaile the matron's darken'd day. assurance of the admission never yet denied to him at
In Bethlebem's fields, “ fair Ruth," was favor shewn, ******* It was pleasant to see that humble confidence
T'was there that Boez the good, the rich, and great, of courteous welcome. It is pleasant to mark the least
Saw her and lov'd:-with virtues like his own, link of that great chain which draws, or should draw
Their bands were joined, Naomi bless'd their fate. together all christian hearts. But in the year I spoke of, January came, and the snow fell, and almost the whole stock of tapes and bobbins and needles was expended
UNDA. in the house, and from day to day its renewal was
A TRADITION OF TYROL. deferred; for such small wares had from “ auld lang syne” been yearly purchased of Isaac, and“ one would When the wanderer, traversing the beautiful valley not but wait a little while for the poor old man.” But called the Ortzthal, in Tyrol, has passed the magnificent he was waited for more than “ a little while,"—and waterfall of Stuben, and the path, gradually becoming very hard weather set in; the small birds came famish narrower and steeper, winds on among detached masses ing to the window sills, the running brooks became of rock, sometimes along fearful abysses on the one steel, and the soft earth iron, and the snow, the hard hand, and sometimes beneath immense perpendicular frozen snow, lay deep all over the country, in many walls of stone on the other, he comes to a rude, uncul. places along the high roads, over the tops of the high tivated tract, where, at the foot of a beetling cliff, est hedges, and in less frequented ways, over commons overhanging the foaming torrent of the impetuous and wastes, and through coppice dingles, and in the Ortzbach, there is a cavern almost closed by a block of sinuous clefts of the hills, not an indication of track, gigantic magnitude. Having squeezed himself with or pathway, not a human footmark, nor a single hoof difficulty through the narrow aperture, he discovers in print, was discernible-and by those intricate roads it the interior, which is nearly choked up with rubbish, was old Isaac's wont to travel, and now he came not. seven crosses of black wood; and, in the rock forming And “ poor Isaac! poor old soul!" was often sorrow the side of the cavern are to be seen the same number fully uttered in the family; “ what can have become of crosses, and an inscription now nearly obliterated, of him ? the old man grows feeble too, and the days cut in the decayed stone, and bearing the stamp of very are so short!”—And pitying eyes were strained early high antiquity. It cost me considerable trouble to and late in quest of his solitary figure, towards the make out the date 1198 and the word Unda. The quarter where it might be expected to appear, breaking romantic wildness of the spot, the evidences of some the dreary horizontal line, where, reversing the general vast convulsion, and the singular situation of the place effect of nature, the black sky was seen descending like itself, together with these symbols apparently denoting a leaden vault to the verge of the white desert beneath. some fatal catastrophe, excited my curiosity; but neither Early and late anxious looks were sent in quest of him, my guide nor any of the persons whom I met with into the dark cheerless morning, and more earnestly could give me further information than that this was still into the lowering twilight; and if the dogs barked the burial-place of some people who had been killed by after nightfall, and an approaching step was heard, lightning. The traveller in these parts is accustomed willing feet hastened to the door, and ready hands un- | to memorials of such accidents, for he frequently meets drew the bolts, and glad tongues were beginning to with votive tablets, as they are called, upon which is to exclaim, “ Come in, come in, good Isaac!" But be seen painted the melancholy story of one who has January past, the snow melted away—the unfrozen perished by the fall of a rock or a tree, or tumbled brooks ran rapidly again, the little birds sang merrily, down a precipice, or been drowned by the sudden for sweet spring was come, but the old man came not swelling of some mountain torrent. I conjectured - he never came again.
therefore that the more modern crosses might conmemorate an event of this kind : but that there shonld be
the same number hewn in the rock with so ancient a (Extracted from a beautiful article on “ Childhood,"
date and a long inscription, to me to be sure illegible, in an old number of Blackwood).
piqued my curiosity, and I suspected that this might be the scene of some great catastrophe or other remarkable Urban III. having died of fright and grief on receiving event.
the melancholy tidings of the conquest of Jerusalem I hoped to obtain information on this subject from by the great Sultan Saladin, his successor Celestine III, the priest at the parsonage of the contiguous village of summoned all the princes of the West to the rescue of Solden, where I experienced the kindest reception, but the holy city from the hands of the Infidels. The was referred to the archives of the neighbouring hospice. ! kings of England and France, with the bravest of their I took the trouble to turn over the not very copious nobles, and the great emperor Frederie Barbarossa, at collection of manuscripts, and, among several legends, the head of the flower of German Chivalry, obeyed the I met with the following, which, on account of the call. Reifenstein, with his men at arms, prepared to date, the name of Unda, and the popular tradition, I | join the latter. Unda, bathed in tears and filled with could not help applying to this rude mausoleum.
sinister presentiments, strained her husband to her When the emperor Frederic Barbarossa kept his bosom. He commended her and his children to the court at Wimpfen on the Necker, there lived at that care of the Almighty and of his trusty castellan, Ulric place Unda von Wangen, an orphan adorned with all of Grunsberg. tore himself from her embrace, mounted the charmes of youth, beauty, and innocence. Henry his charger, hastened to Meran, and with many of the of Neiden, one of the first nobles of the court, saw her neighbouring gentry joined the main army on the Aus. by accident, conceived a passion for her, and from that trian frontiers. He assisted to strike terror into the moment never ceased to persecute her with his importu Greeks, participated in the glory of the victory over nities. Peremptorily as she rejected the coarse advances the Seldjukes, was engaged in the storming of Aere, of the knight, he was not to be daunted. One evening, entwined his brow with laurels, and bore several scars in a fit of inebriety, he penetrated to her apartment,
as tokens of his valour. and would have clasped her in his arms, but slipping Not far from the spot where the cold waters of the from his grasp, she darted down stairs with the speed Cydnus had well nigh caused the death of Alexander of a chased deer. The knight followed, but his limbs the great, the emperor Frederie perished by imprurefused their office; he fell in descending the stairs ; dently bathing in the equally cold and impetuous his dagger, being displaced by the shoek, pierced his Saleph. His second son, of the same name, conducted breast, and he was found weltering in his blood. The the troops further into the Holy Land, and took part in weak, the delicate Unda was accused of his murder. the siege of Aere, where many soldiers and persons of The emperor was enraged at the loss of his favourite; distinction fell. Our Frederic's brave band too was and Unda, who protested her innocence, having no reduced to a very small number, and, as the discord other witnesses but God and her own conscience, was
which divided the princes and the army prevented doomed to die.
further progress, he prepared, just at the moment of the Justice seems to have been in those days tolerably arrival of a fresh body of warriors, to return to his rapid in its movements, and to brave begun with exe- country and to his family. cution and finished with an investigation of the alleged Unda lived meanwhile in close retirement in the crime. On this point, however, the legend merely in castle of Naturns, and shed many bitter tears on actimates that she was made acquainted with the sentence. count of her beloved consort, attending mass twice a At this ceremony, Frederic of Reifenstein, who had day, and offering up ardent prayers to Heaven for the been sent to the emperor's court by his uncle, the bishop speedy return of her beloved Frederie. Ulric taught of Trent, had an opportunity of seeing the fair Unda. | the boys to ride in the castle-yard, while the lady Unda He was captivated by her beauty, enchanted by the instructed the girls in the innermost bower, and thus innocence of her look and demeanor, and deeply affected the time passed slowly and sadly away. by her melancholy fate. He vowed within himself to On the festival of St. Corbinian, Unda, in fulfilment save her. But a few hours were left for the accom- of a yow, repaired to Mais, and, after performing her plishment of his design. He bribed the guards, pro devotions in the chapel dedicated to that saint, rested cured the keys of the prison--how, my legend does not herself in the shade of the lofty chesnut-tree which explain and at midnight bore off the fainting Unda, overhung it, contemplating, beside the salutary spring, who imagined that she was to be led forth to die. the beautiful prospect presented by the surrounding Consigned her to the care of his faithful Bertram, he country. Meek and pious as she was, Unda neyertheordered him to convey her to his castle of Naturns, in less had, unknown to herself, a most malignant foe. the Vintschgau. He himself remained for some time at Hermgard, the wife of Rudolph of Vilenzano, had once court as if nothing had happened; be then returned to cherished hopes of obtaining the hand of Frederic. He his uncle, and flew to Naturns to receive the thanks of preferred Unda, and Hermgard, in despair, united her. the lovely Unda.
self with Rudolph, with whom she led a miserable life. Bertram bad meanwhile conducted the lady in safety | She accused Unda as the author of her wretchedness, to the castle, and delivered her into the hands of the conceived the bitterest hatred against her, and vowed aged Buda, who had been the knight's nurse, and whose signal revenge. The tidings of her happiness only assiduous attentions and kindness dried her tears and served to strengthen this vile passion, which was consilenced her apprehensions. The gratitude which she tinually receiving fresh food from her own unfortunate felt towards her deliverer was soon changed by the situation. Her dark spirit did not meditate murder ; old woman's praises of her master into a warmer feel- she sought a species of revenge of slower but equally ing. Frederic arrived. My legend says not a word fatal operation; she wished to enjoy the gratification about raptures, or love: nor is it till seven years of seeing her hated riyal pining under a protracted afterwards that I find Unda again mentioned as a wife decay. Long had she waited for an opportunity: the and the mother of several blooming children.
favourable moment seemed now to have arrived. She This brings us to the precise period when, Pope I too had gone on the same day to Mais, not indeed to NO. XXXII. -VOL. III.