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ourselves to Royalty: having undertaken, for the satisfaction of our Tinglebury friends, to ascertain the exact truth as regards the state of mind and domestic habits of the Ruler of our favoured clime. To you at Wailford, we may say likewise;—Rely upon nothing you read in the Newspapers. Garbled views of life are all that you will derive from that organ. Three separate annunciations of our arrival have been forwarded to each, in Mr. Pecker's beautiful writing, but by none been printed ' ' ' This, too, one of us ascribes to Mr. Niblett: for who shall put bounds to the suppressiveness of Jesuitical activity ?—Therefore, you may repose indiscriminate confidence in the following particulars: the derivation of which, we are bound to observe with secrecy. Unlike Actaeon, we will not whisper our souree to the reeds. The humanity of our most royal Sovereign, is, perhaps, her most unfeigned characteristic. Her Ladies bask only in her smiles: Her consort salutes her with the most charming freedom. We have reason to be assured (and are anxious to spread the joyful tidings through parts of Tinglebury where the noxious miasma of Dissent stalks like a mocking minister of Lucifer) that in her opinions she is SAFE. They are ours. A letter to The Pope, written in her own hand (H.M. always secretarizing for herself), is said to be a master-piece. P is laying a thousand plans for the procuration of a copy. The audacious temerity, even, of a request directly penned by this simple quill, has been strongly pressed upon me. But what am I? We are aware, however, that H. M. has her eyes on Tinglebury. Mr. Pecker's speeches at the Anti-Cheap Food Association have sunk deep. For the fabrication is a monstrous one, which asserts that our upright Monarch sympathizes with the atrocious measures which are about to convert landed-proprietors into wanderers over the countenance of the Earth; and their lawns and conservatories into howling wildernesses. The names of Cobden, Williers, excite paroxysms of distress. H. M. may be constrained: but will not flinch. The author of “Sybil" (whose early work, “Violet,” was so long affiliated to Lord Brougham) has been admitted to frequent consultations. Lord George is to be Master of the Horse, when Protection triumphs over dissolute innovations. Mr. Pecker says I am exceeding in this intelligence: but as it is down, it shall go. The brilliant novelist above adverted to, is to be Minister of Public Instruction. Do not be surprised, if you hear of an Inspection of our Schools at Tinglebury from the highest quarters. P has done her part: and prepared a hymn for the flattering G 2
occasion, which if sung unexpectedly will produce a pleasing effect, such as no art can snatch. H.M.'s enthusiasm for the works of creation dawned upon her mind at an infantile era. A Duck was the first royal plaything. Mrs. Pecker on being disturbed late in the night, not long since, by sundry shrill and mysterious noises—is informed by Bridget (whence derived I cannot authenticate) that these are the matutimal cawings of the rare collection of fowl who harbour in the gardens and round the waters of her Majesty's Belgravian Tempe. One note was new to her. She asseverates it to have resembled a salutation between lips, and at no remote distance. But birds, as Mr. Jessamine's “Anecdotes of Billed Intelligence” will have acquainted you, emit peculiarly piercing and strange calls, when day is breaking: and this may have been merely the snapping of the mandibles of the greater Susquehanna Goose, some years ago presented by the Zoological Society to Prince Albert: the nonproduction of whose progeny has been so serious a disappointment to ornithological expectation in the highest quarters. And having explored the gardens, and perceived how they swarm with the feathered tribe—aware, too, of dear Mrs. Pecker's involuntary desire to magnify simple occurrences, when fear prompts, I see no reason to gainsay Bridget's natural solution. This may be valuable as a fact to the ovarian collections of your good Mr. Crow—which already number my poor testimonies on many subjects. -The Royal infants are largely indulged with living treasures. The Rabbits of the Heir Apparent have a structure apart; designed by no less a person than one it would be indiscreet to name. Two were given—among other presents, to the Ojibbeway Indians—as likely to foster the sentiment of filial dependence. That the rare monkeys from the Hooghly, which were presented to H.M. by the Belgravian gentlemen of high distinction who found coal for the Emperor of Hyperborean regions, may feel at home—a fire is maintained in the apartment of one of the Ladies in Waiting day and night;-that the precious deposit may not suffer by change of temperature. You #. read miserable tales of Royal parsimony—of pictures insufficiently rewarded, and musicians withheld refreshments. Mention the coals devoted to these simple animals, to all who repeat the venom! The fact is so: How honourable to exalted humanity, we, at least, know. P heard it with tears in her eyes:-The picture of the Duchess of tending this exotic charge, is a chef-d'oeuvre of its aca
demical master. It will be engraved by Moon's burin. Mr. Pecker proposes it by way of study for such of the sex as indulge in the graceful tasks of the needle and Berlin wool. When Popish saints and Pagan warriors occupy the figures of Christian gentlewomen—surely such a suggestion is not one of Utopian invention 1 But I need not dilate upon the union of utility with suavity distinguishing all our valuable relative's motions. What a treat to have visited the garden Pavilion l—where the pleasures of the Dairy, prepared by theneathands of the royal Phyllis, offer a relaxation from the cares of state—and are surrounded by all the luxurious tribute of modern sculpture and painting. So, the Medicean family, in their halls of terra-cotta and alabaster, fostered the genius of Giorgione and Rosa. This exquisite nook is worthy of a country's palace. Built in the Elizabethan style—one chamber decorated with the severities of Pompeian art —another plaided with the characteristics of the “North Countrie” —the “land of the mountain and the flood," (the spirit of Scott being rendered everywhere, by the scrutinising pencil of H. B.)— the central hall devoted to the witcheries of Comus—in which Maclise plays a distinguished part, and Landseer
Glows like a summer from the mirror'd walls,
—there is, in all this, a variety, an excursiveness—a chef-d'oeuvreish intellectuality (to quote the Hon. Mrs. Gore) which speak trumpettongued for the tastes of the distinguished pair; and excite proud British hope to anticipate glowingly the decoration of the New Houses of Parliament. Mr. Pecker exclaimed, on entering, “Here is solid progress! Ten years hence, a journey to Italy, in quest of artistic culture, will be rendered futile.” Happy England' when the deleterious South is no longer a place of pilgrimage to thy sons and daughters!
You are wondering, I doubt not, why, ere this I have not chronicled Mr. Pecker's visit to the Collectress, whose invitation I transcribed in my last. My dear friend,-not mine to sully a Christian page with adverting to the devices with which a female, when she has “stooped to folly,” attempts to extend her society. Resolute to uphold the purity without which
“ the shiver'd vase
Norform nor colour hideth in the depths
not mine be it to dwell upon the horror of our relative on discovering, in his correspondent, one of those fascinating children of perdition 1 Mr Pecker had not passed the thresholdere he became aware of the mistake. We forget to mention the matter in the presence of P Dear girl! better preserve her illusive confidence in the non-existence of evil, till maturity shall bring in its train the cruel knowledge | Till now the dew of her mind has never been ruffled.—And Mr. Niblett knows this: capable the while of acting the traitor's part | Dark will be his account. * * * * Mr. Pecker assures me that the person was singularly repulsive in her appearance. This adventure is sacred, too, from his partner. Dear Mrs. Pecker still believes the invitation to have glanced from the sportively mysterious pen of the author of “Cecil,” whose. similar brochures, some years ago, excited a nine days' wonder, which reached the precincts of Tinglebury;-not ours, as you know, to loiter behind in the transmission of intelligence,
Whither have I rambled 2 Did you not ask me: about dress in Belgravia? The adaptability which is so essential a feature and privilege of aristocratic taste presides here also. The free circulation of air is insured by the bonnets, which also are arranged so as to admit the summer sun—the last how cheering ! Defence in crowds, too, is provided for by the structural forms of the petticoat. Lady Gale's extreme timidity is said to have originated that sweep of robe which the garish and frivolous French claim to have discovered. Mrs. Pecker thinks the amplitude mercifully calculated, also, to prove a safeguard in the case of railway accidents. The spread of the natural taste which Wordsworth and Cowper have so laudably fostered, keeps pleasing pace with these more sophisticated devices of civilisation. Gooseberries, grapes, and other vegetable productions, are essential as ornaments. Our ingenious P promises that your friend's bonnet shall not long be ungraced by a modest sprig of barberries—herself the manufactress For singularity, my dear, is what no Christian gentlewoman will desire * * * Even the simple herbage of the brook claims its part. Nay, we have seen a panache of cress, bejewelled with the shells of passing snails, and a bouquet of the same, doomed to grace the high-born bosom of the i. of ! A wreath of love-apples has been commissioned for Royalty, whose tasteful garnitures were so vividly conspicuous in her recent visit to continental Europe.
Too much, however, of these frivolous themes, introduced merely to show that in small matters as well as in momentous conjunctions,—I am, in the bonds of charity,
P.S.—A mediaeval card, with difficulty decypherable as is its subjunctive pencil date, “Eve of Saint Romuald,” apprises us of a visit from Mr. Niblett. This open profession of his new views does not shake the current of my soul, with regard to his truancy and its true import. Our sweet P , however, owns the pill to be bitter, and, I think, has shed tears. But she loves not any should see them fall.
* * * * A period of some days has elapsed since the above was written. What will you say—what will England say— what will Tinglebury and Wailford feel, when it is known that, owing to the interference of the Papal Chair, through the agency of the sovereigns of France and Belgium, the Church is to be stripped by the passing of the Corn Bill ? in which, they say, H. M. reluctantly acquiesces. It was wrung from her during the enfeebled state of her approaching maternity 1 May the Disposer * * * Nothing, Mr. Pecker assures me, can save us. The letting of Tinglebury is canvassed ' ' ' A foreign journey, even, in prospetto. One more letter shall you have from Belgravia; but just now my shaken spirits preclude further exercise of the pen.
Thavels of LApy HostER SrANHope, forming the completion of her Memoirs Narrated by her Physician. 3 vols. 8vo. Colburn.
This work professes to be a completion of the memoirs of an eccentric lady, whose character it very much assists in developing, and by no means tends to elevate, either in compass of intellect, or in acquirement. Resolute, or, rather, obstinate, proud, and credulous, this unfeminine woman acquired notoriety among the Asiatics, by the display of qualities that were unbecoming in her sex, and little complimentary to her understanding. Her purse, and aristocratic insensibility to danger, rather than cool intrepidity, backed by her arrogant self-consequence, were qualities quite sufficient to account for the ascendancy she acquired over a few Arab chiefs: this once gained, the respect of their inferiors was a natural consequence. It must be recollected, too, that her English connexions obtained for her the interest of all the diplomatists of her own country—throughout the East, Qur' ambassador at Constantinople administered to her interests with the Ottoman Porte, and thus everything aided to place Lady Hester in that position of influence among a barbarous people, which flattered her ambition, and made her prefer a state where she could exercise a power grateful