ed by moral purity, by the most generous consideration for his fellowmen, by personal independence, by the most chivalrous bravery, by boundless munificence. The external harmonises with the internal man. Tall, handsome, dignified, and graceful--such is Lamartine in person. It has been said of him that his proper place would be a throne. He has never refused a favor to any one who asked it, no matter what the inconvenience to himself, and the favor conferred has been ever enhanced by that sympathising spontaneousness of manner which seems to put giver and receiver on that best kind of equality -an interchange of feeling. Both open their hearts, the one to the other. Both as it were give and take of the best. To any other man than M. de Lamartine, that is to say, to a man of the world, it would seem to be no mean compliment to say that, poor and in debt, he became master of the government of his country during the irregular period of a revolution, and yet touched not a sous of the public money. Lamartine did indeed accept the salary attached to his office, but he applied the whole of it to the relief of men of letters. In fact, he quitted office poorer than when he entered, because the time afforded to the public service was so much subtracted from the account of his private labor. With his regal ideas, Lamartine never could have continued rich for any length of time. When, after his marriage with a wealthy English lady every way worthy of him, he undertook that Journey to the East of which he made his imperishable record, he set out in a ship chartered at his own expense, and performed his pilgrimage to the Holy Land like a Christian king of olden time, attended by a retinue capable of imposing upon tribes whose respect is in proportion to external appearance. Even Lady Stanhope burst into prophecy at the sight of the grand young Frenchman. Wealth in the hands of this uncalculating man, like everything else, only served to exalt the imaginative faculty. His acts, magnificent in their proportion, obeyed his splendid conceptions. All know, or may readily conceive, how difficult it is to descend from position. Few have the courage, apart from the sacrifice of established habits, to bear the suspicious enquiries as to the whys and the wherefores of adopted economy. Lamartine, too, loved horses and dogs, and all that gave splendour and movement to the country gentleman. Then it pained him to see the family property (divided, according to the French system, in equal shares) pass into the hands of strangers, and so he purchased the whole estate on the strength of his own powerful exertions, drawing on future toil for the payment of present acquisition. That he undertook too much is made painfully manifest by the cry of overtaxed endurance which has been made the text of this article. That appeal, so frank and tender, has not, we rejoice to say, been made in vain. Twenty thousand subscribers receive the Cours Familier de Litterature. The government, from whom he would receive nothing, have gracefully ordered copies for all the public libraries. The work itself is nobly characteristic of the man. It is criticism of a new kind. It is a history of those great works of genius which kindled and nourished his own. The bad are not spoken of; they are left aside. The good alone are exalted. His own spirit converses with the great ones of the past, and the world is invited to their communings. As an honest chronicler of my own life and belongings, I conceive I am bound to sketch something of the features of the great establishment of which I was now an humble component part. Of the gentlemen who composed the firm, two are now dead. Stumpett had an apopletic seizure one night, on his return from a great philanthropic turtle dinner given by the "committee for the Suppression of Juvenile Depravity;" thus manifestly losing his life in the cause of piety. Sir Hector Grahame of Rahenderry. in death, or by things that make for death, I turn me to their life, and to what they were when I had the honor of being their "foreign correspondent." Few of us ever saw Stumpett, and fewer still heard him speak. He lived mostly at Hamburgh, and when with us was a mere man-scribe-a scriptory animal or secretary-machine; seldom talking, always writing; never opening his lips but to bite his quill or moisten his wafer. Boozy worked, like an owl, best at night, when he would come to the office half-seas-over And the great Mr. Vandergoggell-smelling rather unequivocally of deceased at Hamburgh ten years afterwards of a long neglected cold; and as I passed through the BorsenHalle of that ancient town which had been the throne of his mercantile worship, and as I stood by his costly monument in the cemetery outside the Damm Gate, during a visit to Germany in the year of grace 18-, I could not forbear smiling at the thought that so much restlessness was now at last at rest. Mr. Boozy gave up business, having made a successful speculation in the market of Hymen. He married a wealthy Manchester lass, and pitched his domestic tent with her at Cowes, where he sailed a clumsy yacht, to the imminent risk of all his Majesty's nautical subjects whom he chanced to meet on the high seas, and where he continued to moisten his "too, too solid flesh" with diurnal bottles of old sherry, which habit he defended on medical principles, as adopted for the purpose of counteracting a too languid circulation, and by the advice of his young doctor, who is also his heir. Having thus disposed of the firm rum-punch and cavendish tobacco; inspired by these stimulants, he would often write letters till near midnight. He was a decidedly clever man, and far the best educated of the triad. But the leading partner, Vandergoggell --or Gog, as he was abbreviatingly and commonly called-was the sy ring and soul of the whole firm. Ever brimful of life and energy, his advent to the office was heralded each morning by the banging-to of every door he passed through, as he made his noisy entry-manufacturing his own thunder. He was a spare man, very ordinary in face-a restless glance and a wind-snuffing nose, bestridden by large loose gold spectacles. His energy was boundless, infinite, untiring; and he seemed to ignore in the motion of his body and the actings of his mind the very existence of the idea of indolence. At 10, a.m. he would rattle down to the office, slamming the doors-bang, bang, bangoften upsetting a stool or an inkbottle on his way to his innermost shrine, where his letters awaited him. These he would rend open, and read with the velocity of lightning. Then up the office to the cashier, with his hand full of bills; then down the office among the clerks, bustling, pushing, prying, ordering and directing; hands, arms, legs, eyes all busy; then out of the office to the warehouse-bang, bang; thence off to the Exchange, with bills, and advices, and "quotations" in his pocket, the latter of a kind which Mrs. Cardonald never dreamed of, or the" Avonian Swan" uttered-buying, bargaining, selling, questioning; never losing a minute of the day, or an opportunity arising from the variations of mercantile or monetary life, to push his interest and increase his wealth. Strange to say, he was a foxhunter, and rode keenly to the hounds on a little bitter thoroughbred, which carried his light weight over everything. Awkward in the saddle, but full of pluck, he stuck on marvellously, considering his loose seat; and I have been told it was quite a phenomenon to see him in full cry after a fox, as he rode boldly among the horsemen without either caution or skill, furiously bumping his saddle, his long coat-tails streaming over his horse's tail, his bright buttons shining in the sun, while his wide kerseymere trowsers, unstrapped and ambitious, curled up far beyond his yawning boot-tops, exposing his thin and bony legs encased in white cotton stockings to the knee; while his eyes were eagerly squinting and glaring above and below his large-rimmed loose spectacles, which kept hopping up and down the bridge of his nose, seeming to enjoy the sport as vivaciously as he who wore them. After one of these occasional hunts, he would return to Everton, where he resided, and dine; and then, before the cloth was removed, he was off for the office; swinging, and spinning, and rolling down Dale-street with a velocity proportionate to his eager ness; oftentimes jostling, and being jostled by post and person; escaping being run over at each crossing as if by a special interposition, and finally announcing his own safe arrival by a feu-de-joie of slam doors successively banged one after the other, till his green desk and chair received him, and he was buried up to his chin and spectacles in ship letters. About three months after my in VOL YI XHI —vo COLYYYVI "foreign 66 stallation in the office as secretary," which mock title Gayston always conferred on me in his letters, I read in a London paper two paragraphs which produced in me some little interest if not emotion. The first was the marriage of Miss Cardonald to a Major Clithero of the 104th foot, "at the parish church of St. Sampson, cum the Innocents, &c., &c., by the Archdeacon of Wells, assisted by the Rev. Romeo Macbeth Cardonald, brother of the bride, &c., &c."-" Valenciennes lace" or "Honiton," I forget which orange flowers," &c.-"splendid déjeûner," &c.-"new carriage and four beautiful greys," &c., &c.-" torch of Hymen and sweet Avonian Swan," &c.-the whole paragraph so redolent of Mrs. Cardonald, that I could almost fancy I smelt the musk from the column of the newspaper. So she had cast off the unfortunate Gilbert! Well, I was glad of this, for cold and heartless as she was, I should have grieved to see her wedded to such a craven and a traitor as I felt assured my unhappy cousin was. Afterwards I learned that her fastidious brother, the Rev. Romeo Macbeth, had objected to some of Mr. Kildoon's antecedents; and the gallant major just coming in at this dubious interval with a very red coat, a very long sword, and a very determined and Mars-like manner, had carried off this Venus in the chariot of Hymen; and a wife more fitted for military society, or more formed for barrack-life, he could not have found within the girth of merry England. The other paragraph, which held my mind on the wings of thought a much longer time, was to the effect that "the Honorable Mr. Pendarvis and his daughter had arrived at Edinburgh, after a protracted tour in the Highlands." Could these be my Snowdonian friends? Surely it was, for they had mentioned in that warmly-remembered, and not-to-be-forgotten mountain walk, that they were bound for Scotland to pay some visits, and explore the passes and gorges of the western and northern Highlands,-whither, if truth be told, my thoughts had too often travelled after them and with them. I had laboured hard to subdue this feeling, and at times deemed I had successfully mastered As an honest chronicler of my own life and belongings, I conceive I am bound to sketch something of the features of the great establishment of which I was now an humble component part. Sir Hector Grahame of Rahenderry. in death, or by things that make for death, I turn me to their life, and to what they were when I had the honor of being their "foreign correspondent." Few of us ever saw Stumpett, and fewer still heard him speak. He lived mostly at Hamburgh, and when with us was a mere man-scribe-a scriptory animal or secretary-machine; seldom talking, always writing; never opening his lips but to bite his quill or moisten his wafer. Boozy worked, like an owl, best at night, when he would come to the office half-seas-over Vandergoggell-smelling rather unequivocally of Of the gentlemen who composed the firm, two are now dead. Stumpett had an apopletic seizure one night, on his return from a great philanthropic turtle dinner given by the "committee for the Suppression of Juvenile Depravity;" thus manifestly losing his life in the cause of piety. And the great Mr. deceased at Hamburgh ten years afterwards of a long neglected cold; and as I passed through the BorsenHalle of that ancient town which had been the throne of his mercantile worship, and as I stood by his costly monument in the cemetery outside the Damm Gate, during a visit to Germany in the year of grace 18—, I could not forbear smiling at the thought that so much restlessness was now at last at rest. Mr. Boozy gave up business, having made a successful speculation in the market of Hymen. He married a wealthy Manchester lass, and pitched his domestic tent with her at Cowes, where he sailed a clumsy yacht, to the imminent risk of all his Majesty's nautical subjects whom he chanced to meet on the high seas, and where he continued to moisten his "too, too solid flesh" with diurnal bottles of old sherry, which habit he defended on medical principles, as adopted for the purpose of counteracting a too languid circulation, and by the advice of his young doctor, who is also his heir. Having thus disposed of the firm rum-punch and cavendish tobacco; inspired by these stimulants, he would often write letters till near midnight. He was a decidedly clever man, and far the best educated of the triad. But the leading partner, Vandergoggell -or Gog, as he was abbreviatingly and commonly called-was the spring and soul of the whole firm. Ever brimful of life and energy, his advent to the office was heralded each morning by the banging-to of every deor he passed through, as he made his noisy entry-manufacturing his own thunder. He was a spare man, very ordinary in face-a restless glance and a wind-snuffing nose, bestridden by large loose gold spectacles. His energy was boundless, infinite, untiring; and he seemed to ignore in the motion of his body and the actings of his mind the very existence of the idea of indolence. At 10, a.m. he would rattle down to the office, slamming the doors-bang, bang, bangoften upsetting a stool or an inkbottle on his way to his innermost shrine, where his letters awaited him. These he would rend open, and read with the velocity of lightning. Then up the office to the cashier, with his hand full of bills; then down the office among the clerks, bustling, pushing, prying, ordering and directing; hands, armis, legs, eyes all busy; then out of the office to the warehouse-bang, bang; thence off to the Exchange, with bills, and advices, and " quotations" in his pocket, the latter of a kind which Mrs. Cardonald never dreamed of, or the" Avonian Swan" uttered-buying, bargaining, selling, questioning; never losing a minute of the day, or an opportunity arising from the variations of mercantile or monetary life, to push his interest and increase his wealth. Strange to say, he was a foxhunter, and rode keenly to the hounds on a little bitter thoroughbred, which carried his light weight over everything. Awkward in the saddle, but full of pluck, he stuck on marvellously, considering his loose seat; and I have been told it was quite a phenomenon to see him in full cry after a fox, as he rode boldly among the horsemen without either caution or skill, furiously bumping his saddle, his long coat-tails streaming over his horse's tail, his bright buttons shining in the sun, while his wide kerseymere trowsers, unstrapped and ambitious, curled up far beyond his yawning boot-tops, exposing his thin and bony legs encased in white cotton stockings to the knee; while his eyes were eagerly squinting and glaring above and below his large-rimmed loose spectacles, which kept hopping up and down the bridge of his nose, seeming to enjoy the sport as vivaciously as he who wore them. After one of these occasional hunts, he would return to Everton, where he resided, and dine; and then, before the cloth was removed, he was off for the office; swinging, and spinning, and rolling down Dale-street with a velocity proportionate to his eagerness; oftentimes jostling, and being jostled by post and person; escaping being run over at each crossing as if by a special interposition, and finally announcing his own safe arrival by a fer-de-joie of slam doors successively banged one after the other, till his green desk and chair received him, and he was buried up to his chin and spectacles in ship letters. About three months after my in VOL. XI VIL—NO. CCLXXXVI. "foreign stallation in the office as secretary," which mock title Gayston always conferred on me in his letters, I read in a London paper two paragraphs which produced in me some little interest if not emotion. The first was the marriage of Miss Cardonald to a Major Clithero of the 104th foot," at the parish church of St. Sampson, cum the Innocents, &c., &c., by the Archdeacon of Wells, assisted by the Rev. Romeo Macbeth Cardonald, brother of the bride, &c., &c."-" Valenciennes lace" or "Honiton," I forget which orange flowers," &c.-"splendid déjeûner," &c.-"new carriage and four beautiful greys," &c., &c.-" torch of Hymen and sweet Avonian Swan," &c.—the whole paragraph so redolent of Mrs. Cardonald, that I could almost fancy I smelt the musk from the column of the newspaper. So she had cast off the unfortunate Gilbert ! Well, I was glad of this, for cold and heartless as she was, I should have grieved to see her wedded to such a craven and a traitor as I felt assured my unhappy cousin was. Afterwards I learned that her fastidious brother, the Rev. Romeo Macbeth, had objected to some of Mr. Kildoon's antecedents; and the gallant major just coming in at this dubious interval with a very red coat, a very long sword, and a very determined and Mars-like manner, had carried off this Venus in the chariot of Hymen; and a wife more fitted for military society, or more formed for barrack-life, he could not have found within the girth of merry England. The other paragraph, which held my mind on the wings of thought a much longer time, was to the effect that "the Honorable Mr. Pendarvis and his daughter had arrived at Edinburgh, after a protracted tour in the Highlands." Could these be my Snowdonian friends? Surely it was, for they had mentioned in that warmly-remembered, and not-to-be-forgotten mountain walk, that they were bound for Scotland to pay some visits, and explore the passes and gorges of the western and northern Highlands,—whither, if truth be told, my thoughts had too often travelled after them and with them. I had laboured hard to subdue this feeling, and at times deemed I had successfully mastered DD |