The Absentee.......................................................................................................................................................1

Maria Edgeworth.....................................................................................................................................1

In August 1811, we are told, she wrote a little play about landlords and tenants for the children of her sister,

Mrs. Beddoes. Mr. Edgeworth tried to get the play produced on the London boards. Writing to her aunt, Mrs.

Ruxton, Maria says, 'Sheridan has answered as I foresaw he must, that in the present state of this country the

Lord Chamberlain would not license THE ABSENTEE; besides there would be a difficulty in finding actors

for so many Irish characters.' The little drama was then turned into a story, by Mr. Edgeworth's advice.

Patronage was laid aside for the moment, and THE ABSENTEE appeared in its place in the second part of

TALES OF FASHIONABLE LIFE. We all know Lord Macaulay's verdict upon this favourite story of his,

the last scene of which he specially admired and compared to the ODYSSEY. [Lord Macaulay was not the

only notable admirer of THE ABSENTEE. The present writer remembers hearing Professor Ruskin on one

occasion break out in praise and admiration of the book. 'You can learn more by reading it of Irish politics,'

he said, 'than from a thousand columns out of bluebooks.'] Mrs. Edgeworth tells us that much of it was

Miss Edgeworth's own letters all about this time are much more concerned with sociabilities than with

literature. We read of a pleasant dance at Mrs. Burke's; of philosophers at sport in Connemara; of cribbage,

and company, and country houses, and Lord Longford's merry anecdotes during her visit to him. Miss

Edgeworth, who scarcely mentions her own works, seems much interested at this time in a book called

Little scraps of news (I cannot resist quoting one or two of them) come in oddly mixed with these personal

records of work and family talk. 'There is news of the Empress (Marie Louise), who is liked not at all by the

Parisians; she is too haughty, and sits back in her carriage when she goes through the streets. 'Of Josephine,

who is living very happily, amusing herself with her gardens and her shrubberies.' This cidevant Empress

and Kennedy and Co., the seedsmen, are in partnership, says Miss Edgeworth. And then among the lists of all

the grand people Maria meets in London in 1813 (Madame de Stael is mentioned as expected), she gives an

interesting account of an actual visitor, Peggy Langan, who was granddaughter to Thady in CASTLE

RACKRENT. Peggy went to England with Mrs. Beddoes, and was for thirty years in the service of Mrs.

The story of THE ABSENTEE is a very simple one, and concerns Irish landlords living in England, who

ignore their natural duties and station in life, and whose chief ambition is to take their place in the English

'"If you knew all she endures to look, speak, move, breathe like an Englishwoman, you would pity her,' said

'"Yes, and you CAWNT conceive the PEENS she TEEKES to talk of the TEEBLES and CHEERS, and to

Lord Colambre, the son of the lady in question, here walks across the room, not wishing to listen to any more

strictures upon his mother. He is the very most charming of walking gentlemen, and when stung by

conscience he goes off to Ireland, disguised in a big cloak, to visit his father's tenantry and to judge for

himself of the state of affairs, all our sympathies go with him. On his way he stops at Tusculum, scarcely less

well known than its classical namesake. He is entertained by Mrs. Raffarty, that esthetical lady who is

determined to have a little 'taste' of everything at Tusculum. She leads the way into a little conservatory, and

a little pinery, and a little grapery, and a little aviary, and a little pheasantry, and a little dairy for show, and a

little cottage for ditto, with a grotto full of shells, and a little hermitage full of earwigs, and a little ruin full of

lookingglass, to enlarge and multiply the effect of the Gothic. . . . But you could only put your head in,

because it was just fresh painted, and though there had been a fire ordered in the ruin all night, it had only

'As they proceeded and walked through the grounds, from which Mrs. Raffarty, though she had done her best,

could not take that which nature had given, she pointed out to my lord "a happy moving termination,"

consisting of a Chinese bridge, with a fisherman leaning over the rails. On a sudden, the fisherman was seen

to tumble over the bridge into the water. The gentlemen ran to extricate the poor fellow, while they heard

Mrs. Raffarty bawling to his lordship to beg he would never mind, and not trouble himself.

'When they arrived at the bridge, they saw the man hanging from part of the bridge, and apparently struggling

in the water; but when they attempted to pull him up, they found it was only a stuffed figure which had been

The dinnerparty is too long to quote, but it is written in Miss Edgeworth's most racy and delightful vein of

One more little fact should not be omitted in any mention of THE ABSENTEE. One of the heroines is Miss

Broadhurst, the heiress. The Edgeworth family were much interested, soon after the book appeared, to hear

that a real living Miss Broadhurst, an heiress, had appeared upon the scenes, and was, moreover, engaged to

be married to Sneyd Edgeworth, one of the eldest sons of the family. In the story, says Mrs. Edgeworth, Miss

Broadhurst selects from her lovers one who 'unites worth and wit,' and then she goes on to quote an old

epigram of Mr. Edgeworth's on himself, which concluded with,'There's an Edge to his wit and there's worth

Mr. Edgeworth, who was as usual busy building church spires for himself and other people, abandoned his

engineering for a time to criticise his daughter's story, and he advised that the conclusion of THE

ABSENTEE should be a letter from Larry the postilion. 'He wrote one, she wrote another,' says Mrs.

Edgeworth. 'He much preferred hers, which is the admirable finale of THE ABSENTEE.' And just about this

'I cannot by any form of words express how delighted I am that you are none of you angry with me,' writes

modest Maria to her cousin, Miss Ruxton, 'and that my uncle and aunt are pleased with what they have read

of THE ABSENTEE. I long to hear whether their favour continues to the end, and extends to the catastrophe,

'Are you to be at Lady Clonbrony's gala next week?' said Lady Langdale to Mrs. Dareville, whilst they were

'Oh yes! everybody's to be there, I hear,' replied Mrs. Dareville. 'Your ladyship, of course?'

'Why, I don't knowif I possibly can. Lady Clonbrony makes it such a point with me, that I believe I must

look in upon her for a few minutes. They are going to a prodigious expense on this occasion. Soho tells me

the reception rooms are all to be new furnished, and in the most magnificent style.'

'At what a famous rate those Clonbronies are dashing on,' said Colonel Heathcock. 'Up to anything,'

'Who are they?these Clonbronies, that one hears of so much of late' said her Grace of Torcaster. 'Irish

'The son WILL have a prodigiously fine estate when some Mr. Quin dies,' said Mrs. Dareville.

'Yes, everybody who comes from Ireland WILL have a fine estate when somebody dies,' said her grace. 'But

'Ten thousand, I believe,' cried Lady Langdale. 'Make it a rule, you know, to believe only half the world says.'

'Ten thousand, have they?possibly,' said her grace. 'I know nothing about themhave no acquaintance

among the Irish. Torcaster knows something of Lady Clonbrony; she has fastened herself, by some means,

upon him: but I charge him not to COMMIT me. Positively, I could not for anybody and much less for that

'Now that is so cruel of your grace,' said Mrs. Dareville, laughing, 'when poor Lady Clonbrony works so hard,

'If you knew all she endures, to look, speak, move, breathe like an Englishwoman, you would pity her,' said

'Yes, and you CAWNT conceive the PEENS she TEEKES to talk of the TEEBLES and CHEERS, and to

'Oh! because she is not quite Irish. BRED AND BORNonly bred, not born,' said Mrs. Dareville. 'And she

could not be five minutes in your grace's company before she would tell you, that she was HENGLISH, born

'She must be a vastly amusing personage. I should like to meet her, if one could see and hear her incog.,' said

'There's a cousin, though, a Grace Nugent,' said Mrs. Dareville, 'that Lady Clonbrony has with her.'

'Best part of her, too,' said Colonel Heathcock; 'dd fine girl! never saw her look better than at the opera

'Fine COMPLEXION! as Lady Clonbrony says, when she means a high colour,' said Lady Langdale.

'Grace Nugent is not a lady's beauty,' said Mrs. Dareville. 'Has she any fortune, colonel?'

'Yesat Cambridgenot of age yet,' said Mrs. Dareville. 'Bless me! here is Lady Clonbrony come back. I

'Mamma,' whispered one of Lady Langdale's daughters, leaning between her mother and Mrs. Dareville, 'who

'Towards the door. There now, mamma, you can see him. He is speaking to Lady Clonbronyto Miss

'I see him now,' said Lady Langdale, examining him through her glass; 'a very gentlemanlikelooking young

'And yet he certainly looks like somebody one certainly should know,' pursued Lady Langdale, 'though I

'Really now!' was all the satisfaction she could gain from the insensible, immovable colonel. However, her

ladyship, after sending a whisper along the line, gained the desired information, that the young gentleman

was Lord Colambre, son, only son, of Lord and Lady Clonbronythat he was just come from Cambridge

that he was not yet of agethat he would be of age within a yearthat he would then, after the death of

somebody, come into possession of a fine estate, by the mother's side 'and therefore, Cat'rine, my dear,' said

she, turning round to the daughter, who had first pointed him out, 'you understand, we should never talk about

'No, mamma, never. I hope to goodness, mamma, Lord Colambre did not hear what you and Mrs. Dareville

'I beg your pardon, ma'am, he was at my elbow, close behind us; but I never thought about him till I heard

'And for my part, I said nothing but what everybody knows!' cried Mrs. Dareville.

'And for my part, I am guilty only of hearing,' said the duchess. 'Do, pray, Colonel Heathcock, have the

goodness to see what my people are about, and what chance we have of getting away to night.'

'The Duchess of Torcaster's carriage stops the way!'a joyful sound to Colonel Heathcock and to her grace,

and not less agreeable, at this instant, to Lady Langdale, who, the moment she was disembarrassed of the

duchess, pressed through the crowd to Lady Clonbrony, and, addressing her with smiles and complacency,

was 'charmed to have a little moment to speak to hercould NOT sooner get through the crowdwould

certainly do herself the honour to be at her ladyship's gala on Wednesday.' While Lady Langdale spoke, she

never seemed to see or think of anybody but Lady Clonbrony, though, all the time, she was intent upon every

motion of Lord Colambre, and, whilst she was obliged to listen with a face of sympathy to a long complaint

of Lady Clonbrony's, about Mr. Soho's want of taste in ottomans, she was vexed to perceive that his lordship

showed no desire to be introduced to her, or to her daughters; but, on the contrary, was standing talking to

Miss Nugent. His mother, at the end of her speech, looked round for Colambre called him twice before he

heard introduced him to Lady Langdale, and to Lady Cat'rine, and Lady Anne, and to Mrs. Dareville; to

all of whom he bowed with an air of proud coldness, which gave them reason to regret that their remarks

'Lady Langdale's carriage stops the way!' Lord Colambre made no offer of his services, notwithstanding a

look from his mother. Incapable of the meanness of voluntarily listening to a conversation not intended for

him to hear, he had, however, been compelled, by the pressure of the crowd, to remain a few minutes

stationary, where he could not avoid hearing the remarks of the fashionable friends. Disdaining dissimulation,

he made no attempt to conceal his displeasure. Perhaps his vexation was increased by his consciousness that

there was some mixture of truth in their sarcasms. He was sensible that his mother, in some pointsher

manners, for instancewas obvious to ridicule and satire. In Lady Clonbrony's address there was a mixture

of constraint, affectation, and indecision, unusual in a person of her birth, rank, and knowledge of the world.

A natural and unnatural manner seemed struggling in all her gestures, and in every syllable that she

articulateda naturally free, familiar, goodnatured, precipitate, Irish manner, had been schooled, and

schooled late in life, into a sober, cold, still, stiff deportment, which she mistook for English. A strong,

Hibernian accent, she had, with infinite difficulty, changed into an English tone. Mistaking reverse of wrong

for right, she caricatured the English pronunciation; and the extraordinary precision of her London

phraseology betrayed her not to be a Londoner, as the man, who strove to pass for an Athenian, was detected

by his Attic dialect. Not aware of her real danger, Lady Clonbrony was, on the opposite side, in continual

apprehension, every time she opened her lips, lest some treacherous A or E, some strong R, some puzzling

aspirate, or nonaspirate, some unguarded note, interrogative or expostulatory, should betray her to be an

Irishwoman. Mrs. Dareville had, in her mimickry, perhaps a little exaggerated as to the TEEBLES and

CHEERS, but still the general likeness of the representation of Lady Clonbrony was strong enough to strike

and vex her son. He had now, for the first time, an opportunity of judging of the estimation in which his

mother and his family were held by certain leaders of the ton, of whom, in her letters, she had spoken so

much, and into whose society, or rather into whose parties, she had been admitted. He saw that the renegade

cowardice, with which she denied, abjured, and reviled her own country, gained nothing but ridicule and

contempt. He loved his mother; and, whilst he endeavoured to conceal her faults and foibles as much as

possible from his own heart, he could not endure those who dragged them to light and ridicule. The next

morning the first thing that occurred to Lord Colambre's remembrance when he awoke was the sound of the

contemptuous emphasis which had been laid on the words IRISH ABSENTEES! This led to recollections of

his native country, to comparisons of past and present scenes, to future plans of life. Young and careless as he

seemed, Lord Colambre was capable of serious reflection. Of naturally quick and strong capacity, ardent

affections, impetuous temper, the early years of his childhood passed at his father's castle in Ireland, where,

from the lowest servant to the welldressed dependant of the family, everybody had conspired to wait upon,

to fondle, to flatter, to worship, this darling of their lord. Yet he was not spoilednot rendered selfish. For,

in the midst of this flattery and servility, some strokes of genuine generous affection had gone home to his

little heart; and, though unqualified submission had increased the natural impetuosity of his temper, and

though visions of his future grandeur had touched his infant thought, yet, fortunately, before he acquired any

fixed habits of insolence or tyranny, he was carried far away from all that were bound or willing to submit to

his commands, far away from all signs of hereditary grandeurplunged into one of our great public

schoolsinto a new world. Forced to struggle, mind and body, with his equals, his rivals, the little lord

became a spirited schoolboy, and, in time, a man. Fortunately for him, science and literature happened to be

the fashion among a set of clever young men with whom he was at Cambridge. His ambition for intellectual

superiority was raised, his views were enlarged, his tastes and his manners formed. The sobriety of English

good sense mixed most advantageously with Irish vivacity; English prudence governed, but did not

extinguish his Irish enthusiasm. But, in fact, English and Irish had not been invidiously contrasted in his

mind: he had been so long resident in England, and so intimately connected with Englishmen, that he was not

obvious to any of the commonplace ridicule thrown upon Hibernians; and he had lived with men who were

too well informed and liberal to misjudge or depreciate a sister country. He had found, from experience, that,

however reserved the English may be in manner, they are warm at heart; that, however averse they may be

from forming new acquaintance, their esteem and confidence once gained, they make the most solid friends.

He had formed friendships in England; he was fully sensible of the superior comforts, refinement, and

information, of English society; but his own country was endeared to him by early association, and a sense of

duty and patriotism attached him to Ireland. And shall I too be an absentee? was a question which resulted

from these reflectionsa question which he was not yet prepared to answer decidedly. In the meantime, the

first business of the morning was to execute a commission for a Cambridge friend. Mr. Berryl had bought

from Mr. Mordicai, a famous London coachmaker, a curricle, WARRANTED SOUND, for which he had

paid a sound price, upon express condition that Mr. Mordicai, BARRING ACCIDENTS, should be

answerable for all repairs of the curricle for six months. In three, both the carriage and body were found to be

good for nothingthe curricle had been returned to Mr. Mordicai nothing had since been heard of it, or

from himand Lord Colambre had undertaken to pay him and it a visit, and to make all proper inquiries.

Accordingly, he went to the coachmaker's, and, obtaining no satisfaction from the underlings, desired to see

the head of the house. He was answered, that Mr. Mordicai was not at home. His lordship had never seen Mr.

Mordicai; but, just then, he saw, walking across the yard, a man, who looked something like a Bond Street

coxcomb, but not the least like a gentleman, who called, in the tone of a master, for 'Mr. Mordicai's

barouche!' It appeared; and he was stepping into it when Lord Colambre took the liberty of stopping him;

and, pointing to the wreck of Mr. Berryl's curricle, now standing in the yard, began a statement of his friend's

grievances, and an appeal to common justice and conscience, which he, unknowing the nature of the man

with whom he had to deal, imagined must be irresistible. Mr. Mordicai stood without moving a muscle of his

dark wooden face. Indeed, in his face there appeared to be no muscles, or none which could move; so that,

though he had what are generally called handsome features, there was, all together, something unnatural and

shocking in his countenance. When, at last, his eyes turned, and his lips opened, this seemed to be done by

machinery, and not by the will of a living creature, or from the impulse of a rational soul. Lord Colambre was

so much struck with this strange physiognomy, that he actually forgot much he had to say of springs and

wheels. But it was no matter. Whatever he had said, it would have come to the same thing; and Mordicai

'Sir, it was my partner made that bargain, not myself; and I don't hold myself bound by it, for he is the

sleepingpartner only, and not empowered to act in the way of business. Had Mr. Berryl bargained with me, I

should have told him that he should have looked to these things before his carriage went out of our yard.'

The indignation of Lord Colambre kindled at these wordsbut in vain. To all that indignation could by word

'Maybe so, sir; the law is open to your friendthe law is open to all men who can pay for it.'

Lord Colambre turned in despair from the callous coachmaker, and listened to one of his more

compassionatelooking workmen, who was reviewing the disabled curricle; and, whilst he was waiting to

know the sum of his friend's misfortune, a fat, jolly, Falstaff looking personage came into the yard, accosted

Mordicai with a degree of familiarity, which, from a gentleman, appeared to Lord Colambre to be almost

'How are you, Mordicai, my good fellow?' cried he, speaking with a strong Irish accent.

'Who is this?' whispered Lord Colambre to the foreman, who was examining the curricle.

'Now tell me, my tight fellow,' continued Sir Terence, holding Mordicai fast, 'when, in the name of all the

saints, good or bad, in the calendar, do you reckon to let us sport the SUICIDE?'

Mordicai forcibly drew his mouth into what he meant for a smile, and answered, 'As soon as possible, Sir

Sir Terence, in a tone of jocose, wheedling expostulation, entreated him to have the carriage finished OUT

OF HAND. 'Ah, now! Mordy, my precious! let us have it by the birthday, and come and dine with us o'

Mordicai accepted the invitation, and promised faithfully that the SUICIDE should be finished by the

birthday. Sir Terence shook hands upon this promise, and, after telling a good story, which made one of the

workmen in the yardan Irishmangrin with delight, walked off. Mordicai, first waiting till the knight was

'You grinning rascal! mind, at your peril, and don't let that there carriage be touched, d'ye see, till further

One of Mr. Mordicai's clerks, with a huge longfeathered pen behind his ear, observed that Mr. Mordicai was

right in that caution, for that, to the best of his comprehension, Sir Terence O'Fay and his principal, too, were

Mordicai coolly answered that he was well aware of that; but that the estate could afford to dip further; that,

for his part, he was under no apprehension; he knew how to look sharp, and to bite before he was bit. That he

knew Sir Terence and his principal were leagued together to give the creditors THE GO BY, but that, clever

'Will you be so good, sir, to finish making out this estimate for me?' interrupted Lord Colambre.

'Immediately, sir. Sixtynine pound four, and the perch. Let us seeMr. Mordicai, ask him, ask Paddy,

about Sir Terence,' said the foreman, pointing back over his shoulder to the Irish workman, who was at this

moment pretending to be wondrous hard at work. However, when Mr. Mordicai defied him to tell him

anything he did not know, Paddy, parting with an untasted bit of tobacco, began, and recounted some of Sir

Terence O'Fay's exploits in evading duns, replevying cattle, fighting sheriffs, bribing SUBS, managing cants,

tricking CUSTODEES, in language so strange, and with a countenance and gestures so full of enjoyment of

the jest, that, whilst Mordicai stood for a moment aghast with astonishment, Lord Colambre could not help

laughing, partly at, and partly with, his countryman. All the yard were in a roar of laughter, though they did

not understand half of what they heard; but their risible muscles were acted upon mechanically, or

Mordicai, waiting till the laugh was over, dryly observed that 'the law is executed in another guess sort of

way in England from what it is in Ireland'; therefore, for his part, he desired nothing better than to set his wits

fairly against such SHARKS. That there was a pleasure in doing up a debtor which none but a creditor could

'In a moment, sir; if you'll have a moment's patience, sir, if you please,' said the slow foreman to Lord

'I'll tell you what, Smithfield,' continued Mr. Mordicai, coming close beside his foreman, and speaking very

low, but with a voice trembling with anger, for he was piqued by his foreman's doubts of his capacity to cope

with Sir Terence O'Fay; 'I'll tell you what, Smithfield, I'll be cursed, if I don't get every inch of them into my

'You are the best judge, sir,' replied the foreman; 'but I would not undertake Sir Terence; and the question is,

whether the estate will answer the LOT of the debts, and whether you know them all for certain?'

'I do, sir, I tell you. There's Green there's Blancham there's Graythere's Sohonaming several

'Stop, sir," cried Lord Colambre in a voice which made Mordicai, and everybody present, start'I am his

'God bless every bone in his body, then! he's an Irishman,' cried Paddy; 'and there was the RASON my heart

warmed to him from the first minute he come into the yard, though I did not know it till now.'

'What, sir! are you my Lord Colambre?' said Mr. Mordicai, recovering, but not clearly recovering, his

intellects. 'I beg pardon, but I did not know you WAS Lord Colambre. I thought you told me you was the

'I do not see the incompatibility of the assertion, sir,' replied Lord Colambre, taking from the bewildered

'Give me leave, my lord,' said Mordicai. 'I beg your pardon, my lord, perhaps we can compromise that

business for your friend Mr. Berryl; since he is your lordship's friend, perhaps we can contrive to

TO COMPROMISE and SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE, Mordicai thought were favourite phrases, and approved

Hibernian modes of doing business, which would conciliate this young Irish nobleman, and dissipate the

'No, sir, no!' cried Lord Colambre, holding firm the paper. 'I want no favour from you. I will accept of none

'Favour! No, my lord, I should not presume to offerBut I should wish, if you'll allow me, to do your friend

Lord Colambre recollecting that he had no right, in his pride, to ding away his friend's money, let Mr.

Mordicai look at the account; and, his impetuous temper in a few moments recovered by good sense, he

considered that, as his person was utterly unknown to Mr. Mordicai, no offence could have been intended to

him, and that, perhaps, in what had been said of his father's debts and distress, there might be more truth than

he was aware of. Prudently, therefore, controlling his feelings, and commanding himself, he suffered Mr.

Mordicai to show him into a parlour, to SETTLE his friend's business. In a few minutes the account was

reduced to a reasonable form, and, in consideration of the partner's having made the bargain, by which Mr.

Mordicai felt himself influenced in honour, though not bound in law, he undertook to have the curricle made

better than new again, for Mr. Berryl, for twenty guineas. Then came awkward apologies to Lord Colambre,

But the familiarity of the phrase, 'Between ourselves'this implication of equalityLord Colambre could

Full of what he had heard, and impatient to obtain further information respecting the state of his father's

affairs, Lord Colambre hastened home; but his father was out, and his mother was engaged with Mr. Soho,

directing, or rather being directed, how her apartments should be fitted up for her gala. As Lord Colambre

entered the room, he saw his mother, Miss Nugent, and Mr. Soho, standing at a large table, which was

covered with rolls of paper, patterns, and drawings of furniture: Mr. Soho was speaking in a conceited

dictatorial tone, asserting that there was no 'colour in nature for that room equal to THE BELLYO'THE

FAWN;' which BELLYO'THE FAWN he so pronounced that Lady Clonbrony understood it to be LA

BELLE UNIFORME, and, under this mistake, repeated and assented to the assertion till it was set to rights,

with condescending superiority, by the upholsterer. This first architectural upholsterer of the age, as he styled

himself, and was universally admitted to be by all the world of fashion, then, with full powers given to him,

spoke EN MAITRE. The whole face of things must be changedthere must be new hangings, new

The upholsterer's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Glances from ceiling to floor, from floor to ceiling; And, as

imagination bodies forth The form of things unknown, th' upholsterer's pencil Turns to shape and gives to

'Your la'ship seesthis is merely a scratch of my pencilyour la'ship's sensiblejust to give you an idea of

the shape, the form of the thing. You fill up your angles here with ECOINIERES round your walls with

the TURKISH TENT DRAPERYa fancy of my ownin apricot cloth, or crimson velvet, suppose, or EN

FLUTE, in crimson satin draperies, fanned and riched with gold fringes, EN SUITEintermediate spaces,

Apollo's heads with gold raysand here, ma'am, you place four CHANCELIERES, with chimeras at the

corners, covered with blue silk and silver fringe, elegantly fancifulwith my STATIRA CANOPY

herelight blue silk draperies aerial tint, with silver ballsand for seats here, the SERAGLIO

OTTOMANS, superfine scarletyour pawsgriffingolden and golden tripods, here, with antique

cranesand oriental alabaster tables here and therequite appropriate, your la'ship feels.

'Andlet me reflect. For the next apartment, it strikes meas your la'ship don't value expenseTHE

ALHAMBRA HANGINGSmy own thought entirely. Now, before I unroll them, Lady Clonbrony, I must

beg you'll not mention I've shown them. I give you my sacred honour, not a soul has set eye upon the

Alhambra hangings, except Mrs. Dareville, who stole a peep; I refused, absolutely refused, the Duchess of

Torcasterbut I can't refuse your la'ship. So see, ma'am(unrolling them)scagliola porphyry columns

supporting the grand domeentablature, silvered and decorated with imitative bronze ornaments; under the

entablature, A VALANCE IN PELMETS, of puffed scarlet silk, would have an unparalleled grand effect,

seen through the archeswith the TREBISOND TRELLICE PAPER, would make a TOUT ENSEMBLE,

novel beyond example. On that Trebisond trellice paper, I confess, ladies, I do pique myself.

'Then, for the little room, I recommend turning it temporarily into a Chinese pagoda, with this CHINESE

PAGODA PAPER, with the PORCELAIN border, and josses, and jars, and beakers to match; and I can

venture to promise one vase of preeminent size and beauty. Oh, indubitably! if your la'ship prefers it, you

can have the EGYPTIAN HIEROGLYPHIC PAPER, with the IBIS BORDER to match! The only objection

is, one sees it everywherequite antediluvian gone to the hotels even; but, to be sure, if your la'ship has a

fancyAt all events, I humbly recommend, what her Grace of Torcaster longs to patronise, my MOON

CURTAINS, with candlelight draperies. A demisaison elegance thisI hit off yesterdayand true, your

la'ship's quite correctout of the common, completely. And, of course, you'd have the SPHYNX

CANDELABRAS, and the Phoenix argands. Oh! nothing else lights now, ma'am! Expense! Expense of the

whole! Impossible to calculate here on the spot!but nothing at all worth your ladyship's consideration!'

At another moment, Lord Colambre might have been amused with all this rhodomontade, and with the airs

and voluble conceit of the orator; but, after what he had heard at Mr. Mordicai's, this whole scene struck him

more with melancholy than with mirth. He was alarmed by the prospect of new and unbounded expense;

provoked, almost past enduring, by the jargon and impertinence of this upholsterer; mortified and vexed to

'Prince of puppies!insufferable!My own mother!' Lord Colambre repeated to himself, as he walked

He sometimes paused, and looked at Mr. Soho with a strong inclination to But knowing that he should say

too much, if he said anything, he was silent never dared to approach the council tablebut continued

walking up and down the room, till he heard a voice, which at once arrested his attention, and soothed his ire.

He approached the table instantly, and listened, whilst Grace Nugent said everything he wished to have said,

and with all the propriety and delicacy with which he thought he could not have spoken. He leaned on the

table, and fixed his eyes upon heryears ago, he had seen his cousinlast night, he had thought her

handsome, pleasing, gracefulbut now, he saw a new person, or he saw her in a new light. He marked the

superior intelligence, the animation, the eloquence of her countenance, its variety, whilst alternately, with

arch raillery or grave humour, she played off Mr. Soho, and made him magnify the ridicule, till it was

apparent even to Lady Clonbrony. He observed the anxiety, lest his mother should expose her own

foibleshe was touched by the respectful, earnest kindnessthe soft tones of persuasion, with which she

addressed his mother the care not to presume upon her own influencethe good sense, the taste she

showed, yet not displaying her superioritythe address, temper, and patience, with which she at last

accomplished her purpose, and prevented Lady Clonbrony from doing anything preposterously absurd, or

Lord Colambre was actually sorry when the business was ended when Mr. Soho departedfor Grace

Nugent was then silent; and it was necessary to remove his eyes from that countenance, on which he had

gazed unobserved. Beautiful and graceful, yet so unconscious was she of her charms, that the eye of

admiration could rest upon her without her perceiving itshe seemed so intent upon others as totally to

forget herself The whole train of Lord Colambre's thoughts was so completely deranged that, although he was

sensible there was something of importance he had to say to his mother, yet, when Mr. Soho's departure left

him opportunity to speak, he stood silent, unable to recollect anything butGrace Nugent.

When Grace Nugent left the room, after some minutes' silence, and some effort, Lord Colambre said to his

'I!' Said Lady Clonbrony, drawing up her head proudly; 'I know he is a person I cannot endure. He is no

'About?' said Lady Clonbrony, in a tone, and with a look of curiosity which convinced her son that she knew

nothing of his debts or distresses, if he had any. 'About what?' repeated her ladyship.

'About his affairs, I was going to say, madam. But, since you know nothing of any difficulties or

Nay, I CAWNT tell you that, Colambre. There are difficulties for ready money, I confess, when I ask for it,

which surprise me often. I know nothing of affairsladies of a certain rank seldom do, you know. But,

considering your father's estate, and the fortune I brought him,' added her ladyship, proudly, 'I CAWNT

conceive it at all. Grace Nugent, indeed, often talks to me of embarrassments and economy; but that, poor

thing, is very natural for her, because her fortune is not particularly large, and she has left it all, or almost all,

in her uncle and guardian's hands. I know she's often distressed for odd money to lend me, and that makes her

'Of coursein the company she is in, you know, she has every advantage. And she has a natural family air of

fashionnot but what she would have got on much better, if, when she first appeared in Lon'on, she had

taken my advice, and wrote herself on her cards Miss de Nogent, which would have taken off the prejudice

'I did not know there was any such prejudice, ma'am. There may be among a certain set; but, I should think,

'I BIG your PAWDON, Colambre; surely I, that was born in England, an Henglishwoman BAWN! must be

'That is her own fau't, entirely; she has refused very good offersestablishments that, I own, I think, as Lady

Langdale says, I was to blame to allow her to let pass; but young LEDIES till they are twenty, always think

they can do better. Mr. Martingale, of Martingale, proposed for her, but she objected to him on account of

he's being on the turf; and Mr. St. Albans' L7ooo a yearbecauseI REELLY forget whatI believe only

because she did not like himand something about principles. Now there is Colonel Heathcock, one of the

most fashionable young men you see, always with the Duchess of Torcaster and that set Heathcock takes a

vast deal of notice of her, for him; and yet, I'm persuaded, she would not have him tomorrow, if he came to

the PINT, and for no reason, REELLY now, that she can give me, but because she says he's a coxcomb.

Grace has a tincture of Irish pride. But, for my part, I rejoice that she is so difficult, for I don't know what I

'Miss Nugent is indeedvery much attached to you, mother, I am convinced,' said Lord Colambre,

beginning his sentence with great enthusiasm, and ending it with great sobriety.

'Indeed then, she's a sweet girl, and I am very partial to her, there's the truth,' cried Lady Clonbrony, in an

undisguised Irish accent, and with her natural warm manner. But a moment afterwards her features and whole

form resumed their constrained stillness and stiffness, and, in her English accent, she continued

'Before you put my IDEES out of my head, Colambre, I had something to say to youOh! I know what it

waswe were talking of embarrassmentsand I wished to do your father the justice to mention to you that

he has been UNCOMMON LIBERAL to me about this gala, and has REELLY given me carteblanche; and

'No, ma'am; I have seen my father but for half an hour since I came to town, and in that time he said nothing

'Then I suppose my lord leaves it to me to open the matter to you. I have the pleasure to tell you, that we have

in view for youand I think I may say with more than the approbation of all her familyan alliance'

'Oh! my dear mother! you cannot be serious,' cried Lord Colambre; 'you know I am not of years of discretion

'Why not? Nay, my dear Colambre, don't go, I begI am serious, I assure youand, to convince you of it, I

shall tell you candidly, at once, all your father told me: that now you've done with Cambridge, and are come

to Lon'on, he agrees with me in wishing that you should make the figure you ought to make, Colambre, as

sole heirapparent to the Clonbrony estate, and all that sort of thing. But, on the other hand, living in Lon'on,

and making you the handsome allowance you ought to have, are, both together, more than your father can

'No, no; you must not be content, child, and you must hear me. You must live in a becoming style, and make

a proper appearance. I could not present you to my friends here, nor be happy, if you did not, Colambre. Now

the way is clear before you: you have birth and title, here is fortune ready made; you will have a noble estate

of your own when old Quin dies, and you will not be any encumbrance or inconvenience to your father or

anybody. Marrying an heiress accomplishes all this at once; and the young lady is everything we could wish,

besidesyou will meet again at the gala. Indeed, between ourselves, she is the grand object of the gala; all

her friends will come EN MASSE, and one should wish that they should see things in proper style. You have

seen the young lady in question, ColambreMiss Broadhurst. Don't you recollect the young lady I

'The little, plain girl, covered with diamonds, who was standing beside Miss Nugent?'

'In di'monds, yes. But you won't think her plain when you see more of herthat wears off; I thought her

'I hope,' said Lord Colambre, 'that you will not take it unkindly of me, my dear mother, if I tell you, at once,

that I have no thoughts of marrying at presentand that I never will marry for money. Marrying an heiress is

not even a new way of paying old debtsat all events, it is one to which no distress could persuade me to

have recourse; and as I must, if I outlive old Mr. Quin, have an independent fortune, THERE IS NO occasion

'There is no distress, that I know of, in the case,' cried Lady Clonbrony. 'Where is your imagination running,

'Establishment, I want noneindependence I do desire, and will preserve. Assure my father, my DEAR

MOTHER, that I will not be an expense to him. I will live within the allowance he made me at CambridgeI

will give up half of itI will do anything for his conveniencebut marry for money, that I cannot do.'

'Then, Colambre, you are very disobliging,' said Lady Clonbrony, with an expression of disappointment and

displeasure; 'for your father says, if you don't marry Miss Broadhurst, we can't live in Lon'on another winter.'

This saidwhich, had she been at the moment mistress of herself, she would not have let outLady

Clonbrony abruptly quitted the room. Her son stood motionless, saying to himself

The next morning he seized an opportunity of speaking to his father, whom he caught, with difficulty, just

when he was going out, as usual, for the day. Lord Colambre, with all the respect due to his father, and with

that affectionate manner by which he always knew how to soften the strength of his expressions, made nearly

the same declarations of his resolution, by which his mother had been so much surprised and offended. Lord

Clonbrony seemed more embarrassed, but not so much displeased. When Lord Colambre adverted, as

delicately as he could, to the selfishness of desiring from him the sacrifice of liberty for life, to say nothing of

his affections, merely to enable his family to make a splendid figure in London, Lord Clonbrony exclaimed,

'That's all nonsense!cursed nonsense! That's the way we are obliged to state the thing to your mother, my

dear boy, because I might talk her deaf before she would understand or listen to anything else. But, for my

own share, I don't care a rush if London was sunk in the salt sea. Little Dublin for my money, as Sir Terence

'Why, don't you know Terry? Ay, you've been so long at Cambridge, I forgot. And did you never see Terry?'

'Mordicai's!' exclaimed Lord Clonbrony, with a sudden blush, which he endeavoured to hide by taking snuff.

'He is a damned rascal, that Mordicai! I hope you didn't believe a word he said nobody does that knows

'I am glad, sir, that you seem to know him so well, and to be upon your guard against him,' replied Lord

Colambre; 'for, from what I heard of his conversation, when he was not aware who I was, I am convinced he

'He shall never have me in his power, I promise him. We shall take care of that. But what did he say?'

Lord Colambre repeated the substance of what Mordicai had said, and Lord Clonbrony reiterated'Damned

rascal!damned rascal! I'll get out of his hands; I'll have no more to do with him.' But, as he spoke, he

exhibited evident symptoms of uneasiness, moving continually, and shifting from leg to leg like a foundered

He could not bring himself positively to deny that he had debts and difficulties; but he would by no means

open the state of his affairs to his son'No father is called upon to do that,' said he to himself; 'none but a

Lord Colambre, perceiving his father's embarrassment, withdrew his eyes, respectfully refrained from all

further inquiries, and simply repeated the assurance he had made to his mother, that he would put his family

to no additional expense; and that, if it was necessary, he would willingly give up half his allowance.

'Not at allnot at all, my dear boy,' said his father; 'I would rather cramp myself than that you should be

cramped, a thousand times over. But it is all my Lady Clonbrony's nonsense. If people would but, as they

ought, stay in their own country, live on their own estates, and kill their own mutton, money need never be

For killing their own mutton, Lord Colambre did not see the indispensable necessity; but he rejoiced to hear

'Ay,' cried Lord Clonbrony, to strengthen his assertion, as he always thought it necessary to do, by quoting

some other person's opinion. 'So Sir Terence O'Fay always says, and that's the reason your mother can't

endure poor Terry. You don't know Terry? No, you have only seen him; but, indeed, to see him is to know

'I don't pretend to know him yet,' said Lord Colambre. 'I am not so presumptuous as to form my opinion at

'Oh, curse your modesty!' interrupted Lord Clonbrony; 'you mean, you don't pretend to like him yet; but Terry

will make you like him. I defy you not. I'll introduce you to himhim to you, I meanmost warnhearted,

generous dog upon earthconvivial jovialwith wit and humour enough, in his own way, to split you

split me if he has not. You need not cast down your eyes, Colambre. What's your objection?'

'I have made none, sir; but, if you urge me, I can only say that, if he has all these good qualities, it is to be

'A gentleman! he is as much a gentleman as any of your formal prigsnot the exact Cambridge cut, maybe.

Curse your English education! 'Twas none of my advice. I suppose you mean to take after your mother in the

'Far from it, sir; I assure you, I am as warm a friend to Ireland as your heart could wish. You will have no

reason, in that respect at least, nor, I hope, in any other, to curse my English education; and, if my gratitude

and affection can avail, you shall never regret the kindness and liberality with which you have, I fear,

distressed yourself to afford me the means of becoming all that a British nobleman ought to be.'

'Gad! you distress me now!' said Lord Clonbrony, 'and I didn't expect it, or I wouldn't make a fool of myself

this way,' added he, ashamed of his emotion, and whiffling it off. 'You have an Irish heart, that I see, which

no education can spoil. But you must like Terry. I'll give you time, as he said to me, when first he taught me

Whilst Lady Clonbrony, in consequence of her residence in London, had become more of a fine lady, Lord

Clonbrony, since he left Ireland, had become less of a gentleman. Lady Clonbrony, born an Englishwoman,

disclaiming and disencumbering herself of all the Irish in town, had, by giving splendid entertainments, at an

enormous expense, made her way into a certain set of fashionable company. But Lord Clonbrony, who was

somebody in Ireland, who was a great person in Dublin, found himself nobody in England, a mere cipher in

London, Looked down upon by the fine people with whom his lady associated, and heartily weary of them,

he retreated from them altogether, and sought entertainment and selfcomplacency in society beneath

himindeed, both in rank and education, but in which he had the satisfaction of feeling himself the first

person in company. Of these associates, the first in talents, and in jovial profligacy, was Sir Terence

O'Faya man of low extraction, who had been knighted by an Irish lordlieutenant in some convivial frolic.

No one could tell a good story, or sing a good song better than Sir Terence; he exaggerated his native brogue,

and his natural propensity to blunder, caring little whether the company laughed at him or with him, provided

they laughed. 'Live and laughlaugh and live,' was his motto; and certainly he lived on laughing, as well as

Lord Clonbrony brought Sir Terence home with him next day to introduce him to Lord Colambre; and it

happened that on this occasion Terence appeared to peculiar disadvantage, because, like many other people,

Having been apprised that Lord Colambre was a fine scholar, fresh from Cambridge, and being conscious of

his own deficiencies of literature, instead of trusting to his natural talents, he summoned to his aid, with no

small effort, all the scraps of learning he had acquired in early days, and even brought before the company all

the gods and goddesses with whom he had formed an acquaintance at school. Though embarrassed by this

unusual encumbrance of learning, he endeavoured to make all subservient to his immediate design, of paying

his court to Lady Clonbrony, by forwarding the object she had most anxiously in viewthe match between

'And so, Miss Nugent,' said he, not daring, with all his assurance, to address himself directly to Lady

Clonbrony'and so, Miss Nugent, you are going to have great doings, I'm told, and a wonderful grand gala.

There's nothing in the wide world equal to being in a good, handsome crowd. No later now than the last ball

at the Castle that was before I left Dublin, Miss Nugentthe apartments, owing to the popularity of my

lady lieutenant, was so throngso throngthat I remember very well, in the doorway, a ladyand a very

genteel woman she was too, though a stranger to mesaying to me, "Sir, your finger's in my ear." "I know it,

'But it's gala I'm thinking of now. I hear you are to have the golden Venus, my Lady Clonbrony, won't you?'

This freezing monosyllable notwithstanding, Sir Terence pursued his course fluently. 'The golden

Venus!Sure, Miss Nugent, you, that are so quick, can't but know I would apostrophise Miss Broadhurst

that is, but that won't be long so, I hope. My Lord Colambre, have you seen much yet of that young lady?'

'Then I hope you won't be long so. I hear great talk now of the Venus of Medicis, and the Venus of this and

that, with the Florence Venus, and the sable Venus, and that other Venus, that's washing of her hair, and a

hundred other Venuses, some good, some bad. But, be that as it will, my lord, trust a foolye may, when he

tells you truththe golden Venus is the only one on earth that can stand, or that will stand, through all ages

and temperatures; for gold rules the court, gold rules the camp, and men below, and heaven above.'

'Heaven above! Take care, Terry! Do you know what you're saying?' interrupted Lord Clonbrony.

'Do I? Don't I?' replied Terry. 'Deny, if you please, my lord, that it was for a golden pippin that the three

goddesses FITand that the HIPPOMENES was about golden applesand did not Hercules rob a garden

for golden apples?and did not the pious Eneas himself take a golden branch with him, to make himself

'Why, Terry, you know more about books than I should have suspected,' said Lord Clonbrony.

'Nor you would not have suspected me to have such a great acquaintance among the goddesses neither, would

you, my lord? But, apropos, before we quit, of what material, think ye, was that same Venus's famous girdle,

now, that made roses and lilies so quickly appear? Why, what was it, but a girdle of sterling gold, I'll

engage?for gold is the only true thing for a young man to look after in a wife.'

'Let them talk of Cupids and darts, and the mother of the Loves and Graces. Minerva may sing odes and

DYTHAMBRICS, or whatsoever her wisdomship pleases. Let her sing, or let her say she'll never get a

husband in this world or the other, without she had a good thumping FORTIN, and then she'd go off like

'No, no, Terry, there you're out; Minerva has too bad a character for learning to be a favourite with

'TutDon't tell me!I'd get her off before you could say Jack Robinson, and thank you too, if she had fifty

thousand down, or a thousand a year in land. Would you have a man so dd nice as to balk when house and

land is agoingagoingagoing!because of the encumbrance of a little learning? I never heard that

'Miss Broadhurst!' said Grace Nugent; 'how did you get round to Miss Broadhurst?'

'I beg your pardon, my lord, it was apropos to a good fortune, which, I hope, will not be out of your way,

even if you went by Tipperary. She has, besides L100,000 in the funds, a clear landed property of L10,000

per annum. WELL! SOME PEOPLE TALK OF MORALITY, AND SOME OF RELIGION, BUT GIVE ME

A LITTLE SNUG PROPERTY. But, my lord, I've a little business to transact this morning, and must not be

'Really, I am glad that man is gone,' said Lady Clonbrony. 'What a relief to one's ears! I am sure I wonder, my

lord, how you can bear to carry that strange creature always about with youso vulgar as he is.'

'He diverts me,' said Lord Clonbrony, 'while many of your correctmannered fine ladies or gentlemen put me

to sleep. What signifies what accent people speak in that have nothing to say hey, Colambre?'

Lord Colambre, from respect to his father, did not express his opinion, but his aversion to Sir Terence O'Fay

was stronger even than his mother's; though Lady Clonbrony's detestation of him was much increased by

perceiving that his coarse hints about Miss Broadhurst had operated against her favourite scheme.

The next morning, at breakfast, Lord Clonbrony talked of bringing Sir Terence with him that night to her

'Good heavens! Lady Langdale, Mrs. Dareville, Lady Pococke, Lady Chatterton, Lady D, Lady G, his

Grace of V; what would they think of him? And Miss Broadhurst to see him going about with my Lord

Clonbrony!'It could not be. No; her ladyship made the most solemn and desperate protestation, that she

would sooner give up her gala altogethertie up the knockersay she was sick rather be sick, or be

'Have it your own way, my dear, as you have everything else!' cried Lord Clonbrony, taking up his hat, and

preparing to decamp; 'but, take notice, if you won't receive him you need not expect me. So a good morning

to you, my Lady Clonbrony. You may find a worse friend in need, yet, than that same Sir Terence O'Fay.'

'I trust I shall never be in need, my lord,' replied her ladyship. 'It would be strange, indeed, if I were, with the

'Oh! that fortune of hers!' cried Lord Clonbrony, stopping both his ears as he ran out of the room; 'shall I

During this matrimonial dialogue, Grace Nugent and Lord Colambre never once looked at each other. Grace

was very diligently trying the changes that could be made in the positions of a chinamouse, a cat, a dog, a

cup, and a Brahmin, on the mantelpiece; Lord Colambre as diligently reading the newspaper.

'Now, my dear Colambre,' said Lady Clonbrony, 'put down the paper, and listen to me. Let me entreat you not

to neglect Miss Broadhurst tonight, as I know that the family come here chiefly on your account.'

'My dear mother, I never can neglect any deserving young lady, and particularly one of your guests; but I

shall be careful not to do more than not to neglect, for I never will pretend what I do not feel.'

'But, my dear Colambre, Miss Broadhurst is everything you could wish, except being a beauty.'

'Perhaps, madam,' said Lord Colambre, fixing his eyes on Grace Nugent, 'you think that I can see no farther

The unconscious Grace Nugent now made a warm eulogium of Miss Broadhurst's sense, and wit, and

'She is, I assure you, a friend of mine; and, as a proof, I will not praise her at this moment. I will go farther

stillI will promise that I never will praise her to you till you begin to praise her to me.'

Lord Colambre smiled, and now listened, as if he wished that Grace should go on speaking, even of Miss

'That's my sweet Grace!' cried Lady Clonbrony. 'Oh! she knows how to manage these mennot one of them

'No; promises are dangerous things to ask or to give,' said Grace. 'Men and naughty children never make

promises, especially promises to be good, without longing to break them the next minute.'

'Well, at least, child, persuade him, I charge you, to make my gala go off well. That's the first thing we ought

to think of now. Ring the bell! And all heads and hands I put in requisition for the gala.'

The opening of her gala, the display of her splendid reception rooms, the Turkish tent, the Alhambra, the

pagoda, formed a proud moment to Lady Clonbrony. Much did she enjoy, and much too naturally,

notwithstanding all her efforts to be stiff and stately, much too naturally did she show her enjoyment of the

One young, very young lady expressed her astonishment so audibly as to attract the notice of all the

bystanders. Lady Clonbrony, delighted, seized both her hands, shook them, and laughed heartily; then, as the

young lady with her party passed on, her ladyship recovered herself, drew up her head, and said to the

'Poor thing! I hope I covered her little NAIVETE properly? How NEW she must be!'

Then, with wellpractised dignity, and halfsubdued self complacency of aspect, her ladyship went gliding

aboutmost importantly busy, introducing my lady THIS to the sphynx candelabra, and my lady THAT to

the Trebisond trellice; placing some delightfully for the perspective of the Alhambra; establishing others

quite to her satisfaction on seraglio ottomans; and honouring others with a seat under the statira, canopy.

Receiving and answering compliments from successive crowds of select friends, imagining herself the mirror

of fashion, and the admiration of the whole world, Lady Clonbrony was, for her hour, as happy certainly as

Her son looked at her, and wished that this happiness could last. Naturally inclined to sympathy, Lord

Colambre reproached himself for not feeling as gay at this instant as the occasion required. But the festive

scene, the blazing lights, the 'universal hubbub,' failed to raise his spirits. As a dead weight upon them hung

the remembrance of Mordicai's denunciations; and, through the midst of this Eastern magnificence, this

unbounded profusion, he thought he saw future domestic misery and ruin to those he loved best in the world.

The only object present on which his eye rested with pleasure was Grace Nugent. Beautifulin elegant and

dignified simplicity thoughtless of herselfyet with a look of thought, and with an air of melancholy,

which accorded exactly with his own feelings, and which he believed to arise from the same reflections that

'Miss Broadhurst, Colambre! all the Broadhursts!' said his mother, wakening him, as she passed by, to receive

them as they entered. Miss Broadhurst appeared, plainly dressedplainly, even to singularitywithout any

'Brought Philippa to you, my dear Lady Clonbrony, this figure, rather than not bring her at all,' said puffing

Mrs. Broadhurst; 'and had all the difficulty in the world to get her out at all, and now I've promised she shall

stay but half an hour. Sore throatterrible cold she took in the morning. I'll swear for her, she'd not have

The young lady did not seem inclined to swear, or even to say this for herself; she stood wonderfully

unconcerned and passive, with an expression of humour lurking in her eyes, and about the corners of her

mouth; whilst Lady Clonbrony was 'shocked,' and 'gratified,' and 'concerned' and 'flattered' and whilst

everybody was hoping, and fearing, and busying themselves about her'Miss Broadhurst, you'd better sit

here!''Oh, for Heaven's sake! Miss Broadhurst, not there!' 'Miss Broadhurst, if you'll take my opinion;' and

'Grace Nugent!' cried Lady Clonbrony'Miss Broadhurst always listens to you. Do, my dear, persuade Miss

Broadhurst to take care of herself, and let us take her to the inner little pagoda, where she can be so warm and

so retiredthe very thing for an invalid. Colambre! pioneer the way for us, for the crowd's immense.'

Lady Anne and Lady Catharine H, Lady Langdale's daughters, were at this time leaning on Miss Nugent's

arm, and moved along with this party to the inner pagoda. There was to be cards in one room, music in

another, dancing in a third, and, in this little room, there were prints and chessboards, etc.

'Here you will be quite to yourselves,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'let me establish you comfortably in this, which I

call my sanctuary my SNUGGERYColambre, that little table!Miss Broadhurst, you play chess?

'I thank your ladyship,' said Miss Broadhurst, 'but I know nothing of chess, but the moves. Lady Catharine,

Miss Broadhurst drew her seat to the fire; Lady Catharine sat down to play with Lord Colambre; Lady

Clonbrony withdrew, again recommending Miss Broadhurst to Grace Nugent's care. After some

commonplace conversation, Lady Anne H, looking at the company in the adjoining apartment, asked her

sister how old Miss Somebody was, who passed by. This led to reflections upon the comparative age and

youthful appearance of several of their acquaintance, and upon the care with which mothers concealed the

'For my part,' said Miss Broadhurst, 'my mother would 'labour that point of secrecy in vain for me; for I am

willing to tell my age, even if my face did not tell it for me, to all whom it may concern. I am past

'Now, Lord Colambre, would you believe it? Can you believe it?' asked Lady Catharine.

'Yes, he can,' said Miss Broadhurst. 'Don't you see that he believes it as firmly as you and I do? Why should

you force his lordship to pay a compliment contrary to his better judgment, or to extort a smile from him

under false pretences? I am sure he sees that you, ladies, and I trust he perceives that I, do not think the worse

Lord Colambre smiled now without any false pretence; and, relieved at once from all apprehension of her

joining in his mother's views, or of her expecting particular attention from him, he became at ease with Miss

Broadhurst, shelved a desire to converse with her, and listened eagerly to what she said. He recollected that

Grace Nugent had told him that this young lady had no common character; and, neglecting his move at chess,

But Grace was too good a friend to comply with that request; she left Miss Broadhurst to unfold her own

'Are not these rooms beautiful, Miss Broadhurst?' said Lady Catharine, determined, if possible, to turn the

conversation into a commonplace, safe channel; for she had just felt, what most of Miss Broadhurst's

acquaintance had in their turn felt, that she had an odd way of startling people, by setting their own secret

The beauty of the rooms would have answered Lady Catharine's purpose for some time, had not Lady Anne

'Do you know, Miss Broadhurst,' said she, 'that if I had fifty sore throats, I could not have refrained from my

diamonds on this GALA night; and such diamonds as you have! Now, really, I could not believe you to be

'Really! could not you, Lady Anne? That is the very thing that entertains me. I only wish that I could lay

aside my fortune sometimes, as well as my diamonds, and see how few people would know me then. Might

not I, Grace, by the golden rule, which, next to practice, is the best rule in the world, calculate and answer

'I am persuaded,' said Lord Colambre, 'that Miss Broadhurst has friends on whom the experiment would

'I am convinced of it,' said Miss Broadhurst; 'and that is what makes me tolerably happy, though I have the

'That is the oddest speech,' said Lady Anne. 'Now I should so like to be a great heiress, and to have, like you,

'And what can the thousands upon thousands do for me? Hearts, you know, Lady Anne, are to be won only

by radiant eyes. Bought hearts your ladyship certainly would not recommend. They're such poor thingsno

'To my cost. Very nearly taken in by them half a dozen times; for they are brought to me by dozens; and they

are so made up for sale, and the people do so swear to you that it's real, real love, and it looks so like it; and,

if you stoop to examine it, you hear it pressed upon you by such elegant oathsBy all that's lovely!By all

my hopes of happiness!By your own charming self! Why, what can one do but look like a fool, and

believe; for these men, at the time, all look so like gentlemen, that one cannot bring oneself flatly to tell them

that they are cheats and swindlers, that they are perjuring their precious souls. Besides, to call a lover a

perjured creature is to encourage him. He would have a right to complain if you went back after that.'

'Oh dear! what a move was there!' cried Lady Catharine. 'Miss Broadhurst is so entertaining tonight,

notwithstanding her sore throat, that one can positively attend to nothing else. And she talks of love and

lovers too with such CONNAISSANCE DE FAIT counts her lovers by dozens, tied up in truelovers'

'Lovers!no, no! Did I say lovers?suitors I should have said. There's nothing less like a lover, a true

lover, than a suitor, as all the world knows, ever since the days of Penelope. Dozens!never had a lover in

'My lord, you've given up the game,' cried Lady Catharine; 'but you make no battle.'

'It would be so vain to combat against your ladyship,' said Lord Colambre, rising, and bowing politely to

But when I talked of liking to be an heiress,' said Lady Anne, 'I was not thinking of lovers.'

'Certainly. One is not always thinking of lovers, you know,' added Lady Catharine.

'Not always,' replied Miss Broadhurst. 'Well, lovers out of the question on all sides, what would your ladyship

'But there is so little difference made between bought and hereditary rank in these days,' said Lady Catharine.

'I see a great deal still,' said Miss Broadhurst; 'so much, that I would never buy a title.'

'A title without birth, to be sure,' said Lady Anne, 'would not be so well worth buying; and as birth certainly

'And even birth, were it to be bought, I would not buy,' said Miss Broadhurst, 'unless I could be sure to have

with it all the politeness, all the noble sentiments, all the magnanimityin short, all that should grace and

'Lord Colambre, will you have the goodness to put my mother in mind I must go away?'

'Are we to have any dancing tonight, I wonder?' said Lady Catharine. 'Miss Nugent, I am afraid we have

made Miss Broadhurst talk so much, in spite of her hoarseness, that Lady Clonbrony will be quite angry with

My Lady Clonbrony came to hope, to beg, that Miss Broadhurst would not think of running away; but Miss

Broadhurst could not be prevailed upon to stay. Lady Clonbrony was delighted to see that her son assisted

Grace Nugent most carefully in SHAWLING Miss Broadhurst; his lordship conducted her to her carriage,

and his mother drew many happy auguries from the gallantry of his manner, and from the young lady's

having stayed threequarters, instead of half an houra circumstance which Lady Catharine did not fail to

The dancing, which, under various pretences, Lady Clonbrony had delayed till Lord Colambre was at liberty,

began immediately after Miss Broadhurst's departure; and the chalked mosaic pavement of the Alhambra

was, in a few minutes, effaced by the dancers' feet. How transient are all human joys, especially those of

vanity! Even on this long meditated, this long desired, this gala night, Lady Clonbrony found her triumph

incomplete inadequate to her expectations. For the first hour all had been compliment, success, and smiles;

presently came the BUTS, and the hesitated objections, and the 'damning with faint praise.' All THAT could

be borne. Everybody has his tasteand one person's taste is as good as another's; and while she had Mr.

Soho to cite, Lady Clonbrony thought she might be well satisfied. But she could not be satisfied with Colonel

Heathcock, who, dressed in black, had stretched his 'fashionable length of limb' under the statira canopy upon

the snowwhite swandown couch. When, after having monopolised attention, and been the subject of much

bad wit, about black swans and rare birds, and swans being geese and geese being swans, the colonel

condescended to rise, and, as Mrs. Dareville said, to vacate his couch, that couch was no longer whitethe

'Eh, now! really didn't recollect I was in black,' was all the apology he made. Lady Clonbrony was

particularly vexed that the appearance of the statira, canopy should be spoiled before the effect had been seen

by Lady Pococke, and Lady Chatterton, and Lady G, Lady P, and the Duke of V,and a party of

superlative fashionables, who had promised TO LOOK IN UPON HER, but who, late as it was, had not yet

arrived. They came in at last. But Lady Clonbrony had no reason to regret for their sake the statira couch. It

would have been lost upon them, as was everything else which she had prepared with so much pains and cost

to excite their admiration, They came resolute not to admire. Skilled in the art of making others unhappy,

they just looked round with an air of apathy. 'Ah! you've had Soho!Soho has done wonders for you here!

Others of great importance came in, full of some slight accident that had happened to themselves, or their

horses, or their carriages; and, with privileged selfishness, engrossed the attention of all within their sphere of

conversation. Well, Lady Clonbrony got over all this, and got over the history of a letter about a chimney that

was on fire, a week ago, at the Duke of V's old house, in Brecknockshire. In gratitude for the smiling patience

with which she listened to him, his Grace of V fixed his glass to look at the Alhambra, and had just

pronounced it to be 'Well!very well!' when the Dowager Lady Chatterton made a terrible discoverya

discovery that filled Lady Clonbrony with astonishment and indignationMr. Soho had played her false!

What was her mortification when the dowager assured her that these identical Alhambra hangings had not

only been shown by Mr. Soho to the Duchess of Torcaster, but that her grace had had the refusal of them, and

had actually rejected them, in consequence of Sir Horace Grant the great traveller's objecting to some of the

proportions of the pillars. Soho had engaged to make a new set, vastly improved, by Sir Horace's suggestions,

Now Lady Chatterton was the greatest talker extant; and she went shout the rooms telling everybody of her

acquaintanceand she was acquainted with everybodyhow shamefully Soho had imposed upon poor

Lady Clonbrony, protesting she could not forgive the man. 'For,' said she,'though the Duchess of Torcaster

has been his constant customer for ages, and his patroness, and all that, yet this does not excuse him and Lady

Clonbrony's being a stranger, and from Ireland, makes the thing worse.' From Ireland!that was the

In vain poor Lady Clonbrony followed the dowager about the rooms, to correct this mistake, and to represent,

in justice to Mr. Soho, though he had used her so ill, that he knew she was an Englishwoman, The dowager

was deaf, and no whisper could reach her ear. And when Lady Clonbrony was obliged to bawl an explanation

'In justice to Mr. Soho!No, no; he has not done you justice, my dear Lady Clonbrony! and I'll expose him

to everybody. Englishwomanno, no, no!Soho could not take you for an Englishwoman!'

All who secretly envied or ridiculed Lady Clonbrony enjoyed this scene. The Alhambra hangings, which had

been, In one short hour before, the admiration of the world, were now regarded by every eye with contempt,

as CAST hangings, and every tongue was busy declaiming against Mr. Soho; everybody declared that, from

the first, the want of proportion had 'struck them, but that they would not mention it till others found it out.'

People usually revenge themselves for having admired too much, by afterwards despising and depreciating

without mercyin all great assemblies the perception of ridicule is quickly caught, and quickly too revealed.

Lady Clonbrony, even in her own house, on her gala night, became an object of ridiculedecently masked,

indeed, under the appearance of condolence with her ladyship, and of indignation against 'that abominable

Lady Langdale, who was now, for reasons of her own, upon her good behaviour, did penance, as she said, for

her former imprudence, by abstaining even from whispered sarcasms. She looked on with penitential gravity,

said nothing herself, and endeavoured to keep Mrs. Dareville in order; but that was no easy task. Mrs.

Dareville had no daughters, had nothing to gain from the acquaintance of my Lady Clonbrony; and,

conscious that her ladyship would bear a vast deal from her presence, rather than forego the honour of her

sanction, Mrs. Dareville, without any motives of interest, or goodnature of sufficient power to restrain her

talent and habit of ridicule, free from hope or fear, gave full scope to all the malice of mockery, and all the

insolence of fashion. Her slings and arrows, numerous as they were and outrageous, were directed against

such petty objects, and the mischief was so quick, in its aim and its operation, that, felt but not seen, it is

scarcely possible to register the hits, or to describe the nature of the wounds.

Some hits sufficiently palpable, however, were recorded for the advantage of posterity. When Lady

Clonbrony led her to look at the Chinese pagoda, the lady paused, with her foot on the threshold, as if afraid

to enter this porcelain Elysium, as she called itFool's Paradise, she would have said; and, by her hesitation,

and by the halfpronounced word, suggested the idea 'None but belles without petticoats can enter here,'

said she, drawing her clothes tight round her; 'fortunately, I have but two, and Lady Langdale has but one.'

Prevailed upon to venture in, she walked on with prodigious care and trepidation, affecting to be alarmed at

'Not a creature here that I ever saw before in nature! Well, now I may boast I've been in a real Chinese

'Why yes, everything is appropriate here, I flatter myself,' said Lady Clonbrony.

'And how good of you, my dear Lady Clonbrony, in defiance of bulls and blunders, to allow us a comfortable

English fireplace and plenty of Newcastle coal, in China!And a white marbleno! white velvet hearthrug,

Vexed by the emphasis on the word USEFUL, Lady Clonbrony endeavoured to turn off the attention of the

company. 'Lady Langdale, your ladyship's a judge of chinathis vase is an unique, I am told.'

'I am told,' interrupted Mrs. Dareville, 'this is the very vase in which B, the nabob's father, who was, you

know, a China captain, smuggled his dear little Chinese wife and all her fortune out of Cantonpositively,

actually put the lid on, packed her up, and sent her off on shipboard!True! true! upon my veracity! I'll tell

With this story Mrs. Dareville drew all attention from the jar, to Lady Clonbrony's infinite mortification.

'Ali Baba and the forty thieves!' exclaimed Mrs. Dareville; 'I hope you have boiling oil ready!'

Lady Clonbrony was obliged to laugh, and to vow that Mrs. Dareville was uncommon pleasant tonight. 'But

Having with great difficulty got the malicious wit out of the pagoda and into the Turkish tent, Lady

Clonbrony began to breathe more freely; for here she thought she was upon safe ground: 'Everything, I flatter

myself' said she, 'is correct and appropriate, and quite picturesque.' The company, dispersed in happy groups,

or reposing on seraglio ottomans, drinking lemonade and sherbet beautiful Fatimas admiring, or being

admired 'Everything here quite correct, appropriate, and picturesque,' repeated Mrs. Dareville.

This lady's powers as a mimic were extraordinary, and she found them irresistible. Hitherto she had imitated

Lady Clonbrony's air and accent only behind her back; but, bolder grown, she now ventured, in spite of Lady

Langdale's warning pinches, to mimic her kind hostess before her face, and to her face. Now, whenever Lady

Clonbrony saw anything that struck her fancy in the dress of her fashionable friends, she had a way of

'How pretty!how elegant! Now that quite suits my TEESTE! This phrase, precisely in the same accent, and

with the head set to the same angle of affectation, Mrs. Dareville had the assurance to address to her ladyship,

apropos to something which she pretended to admire in Lady Clonbrony's COSTUMEa costume which,

excessively fashionable in each of its parts, was, all together, so extraordinarily unbecoming as to be fit for a

printshop. The perception of this, added to the effect of Mrs. Dareville's mimicry, was almost too much for

Lady Langdale; she could not possibly have stood it, but for the appearance of Miss Nugent at this instant

behind Lady Clonbrony. Grace gave one glance of indignation which seemed suddenly to strike Mrs.

Dareville. Silence for a moment ensued, and afterwards the tone of the conversation was changed.

'Salisbury!explain this to me,' said a lady, drawing Mr. Salisbury aside. 'If you are in the secret, do explain

this to me; for unless I had seen it, I could not have believed it. Nay, though I have seen it, I do not believe it.

'Very fine,' said the lady, laughing, 'but as old as the days of Leonora de Galigai, quoted a million times. Now

'Well, then, since you will not allow me to talk of superior minds in the present days, let me ask you if you

have never observed that a wit, once conquered in company by a wit of a higher order, is thenceforward in

'You would not persuade me that yonder gentlelooking could ever be a match for the veteran Mrs.

'Yes; no one has more courage, more civil courage, where her own dignity, or the interests of her friends are

'The safest in the world, in such a crowd as this. Follow my example. Take a glass of orgeatsip from time

to time, thus speak low, looking innocent all the while straight forward, or now and then up at the

'It is only Lord Colambre, a very safe person, I have a notion, when the eulogium is of Grace Nugent.'

Lord Colambre, who had now performed his arduous duties as a dancer, and had disembarrassed himself of

all his partners, came into the Turkish tent just at this moment to refresh himself, and just in time to hear Mr.

'Lady Langdale, you know, sets an inordinate value upon her curtsies in public, and she used to treat Miss

Nugent, as her ladyship treats many other people, sometimes noticing, and sometimes pretending not to know

her, according to the company she happened to be with. One day they met in some fine company Lady

Langdale looked as if she was afraid of committing herself by a curtsy. Miss Nugent waited for a good

opportunity; and, when all the world was silent, leant forward, and called to Lady Langdale, as if she had

something to communicate of the greatest consequence, skreening her whisper with her hand, as in an aside

'And her ladyship deserved it so well. But Mrs. Dareville, what happened about her?'

'Mrs. Dareville, you remember, some years ago, went to Ireland with some ladylieutenant to whom she was

related. There she was most hospitably received by Lord and Lady Clonbronywent to their country

housewas as intimate with Lady Clonbrony and with Miss Nugent as possiblestayed at Clonbrony

Castle for a month; and yet, when Lady Clonbrony came to London, never took the least notice of her. At

last, meeting at the house of a common friend, Mrs. Dareville could not avoid recognising her ladyship; but,

even then, did it in the least civil manner and most cursory style possible. 'Ho! Lady Clonbrony!didn't

know you were in England!When did you come?How long shall you stay in town! Hope, before you

leave England, your Ladyship and Miss Nugent will give us a day?' A DAY!Lady Clonbrony was so

astonished by this impudence of ingratitude, that she hesitated how to TAKE IT; but Miss Nugent, quite

coolly, and with a smile, answered, 'A DAY!certainlyto you, who gave us a month!'

'Admirable! Now comprehend perfectly why Mrs. Dareville declines insulting Miss Nugent's friends in her

Lord Colambre said nothing, but thought much. 'How I wish my mother,' thought he, 'had some of Grace

Nugent's proper pride! She would not then waste her fortune, spirits, health, and life, in courting such people

He had not seenhe could not have borne to have beheldthe manner in which his mother had been treated

by some of her guests; but he observed that she now looked harassed and vexed; and he was provoked and

mortified by hearing her begging and beseeching some of these saucy leaders of the ton to oblige her, to do

her the favour, to do her the honour, to stay to supper. It was just readyactually announced. 'No, they

would notthey could not; they were obliged to run awayengaged to the Duchess of Torcaster.'

'Lord Colambre, what is the matter?' said Miss Nugent, going up to him, as he stood aloof and indignant:

'Don't look so like a chafed lion; others may perhaps read your countenance as well as I do.'

'Supper!supper!' cried she; 'your duty to your neighbour, your hand to your partner.'

Lady Catharine, as they went downstairs to supper, observed that Miss Nugent had not been dancing, that she

'Those,' said Lord Colambre, 'who are contented in the 'shade are the best able to bear the light; and I am not

surprised that one so interesting in the background should not desire to be the foremost figure in a piece.'

The supper room, fitted up at great expense, with scenery to imitate Vauxhall, opened into a superb

greenhouse, lighted with coloured lamps, a band of music at a distanceevery delicacy, every luxury that

could gratify the senses, appeared in profusion. The company ate and drankenjoyed themselveswent

awayand laughed at their hostess. Some, indeed, who thought they had been neglected, were in too bad

humour to laugh, but abused her in sober earnest; for Lady Clonbrony had offended half, nay, threequarters

of her guests, by what they termed her exclusive attention to those very leaders of the ton, from whom she

had suffered so much, and who had made it obvious to all that they thought they did her too much honour in

appearing at her gala. So ended the gala for which she had lavished such sums; for which she had laboured so

'Colambre, bid the musicians stop; they are playing to empty benches,' said Lady Clonbrony. 'Grace, my dear,

will you see that these lamps are safely put out? I am so tired, so WORN OUT, I must go to bed; and I am

sure I have caught cold too! What a NERVOUS BUSINESS it is to manage these things! I wonder how one

Lady Clonbrony was taken ill the day after her gala; she had caught cold by standing, when much overheated,

in a violent draught of wind, paying her parting compliments to the Duke of V, who thought her a bore,

and wished her in heaven all the time for keeping his horses standing. Her ladyship's illness was severe and

long; she was confined to her room for some weeks by a rheumatic fever, and an inflammation in her eyes.

Every day, when Lord Colambre went to see his mother, he found Miss Nugent in her apartment, and every

hour he found fresh reason to admire this charming girl. The affectionate tenderness, the indefatigable

patience, the strong attachment she showed for her aunt, actually raised Lady Clonbrony in her son's opinion.

He was persuaded she must surely have some good or great qualities, or she could not have excited such

strong affection. A few foibles out of the question, such as her love of fine people, her affectation of being

English, and other affectations too tedious to mention, Lady Clonbrony was really a good woman, had good

principles, moral and religious, and, selfishness not immediately interfering, she was goodnatured; and

though her soul and attention were so completely absorbed in the duties of acquaintanceship that she did not

know it, she really had affectionsthey were concentrated upon a few near relations. She was extremely

fond and extremely proud of her son. Next to her son, she was fonder of her niece than of any other creature.

She had received Grace Nugent into her family when she was left an orphan, and deserted by some of her

other relations. She had bred her up, and had treated her with constant kindness. This kindness and these

obligations had raised the warmest gratitude in Miss Nugent's heart; and it was the strong principle of

gratitude which rendered her capable of endurance and exertions seemingly far above her strength. This

young lady was not of a robust appearance, though she now underwent extraordinary fatigue. Her aunt could

scarcely bear that she should leave her for a moment: she could not close her eyes unless Grace sat up with

her many hours every night. Night after night she bore this fatigue; and yet, with little sleep or rest, she

preserved her health, at least supported her spirits; and every morning, when Lord Colambre came into his

mother's room, he saw Miss Nugent look as blooming as if she had enjoyed the most refreshing sleep. The

bloom was, as he observed, not permanent; it came and went, with every emotion of her feeling heart; and he

soon learned to fancy her almost as handsome when she was pale as when she had a colour. He had thought

her beautiful when he beheld her in all the radiance of light, and with all the advantages of dress at the gala,

but he found her infinitely more lovely and interesting now, when he saw her in a sickrooma

halfdarkened chamber where often he could but just discern her form, or distinguish her, except by her

graceful motion as she passed, or when, but for a moment, a windowcurtain drawn aside let the sun shine

Much must be allowed for an inflammation in the eyes, and something for a rheumatic fever; yet it may seem

strange that Lady Clonbrony should be so blind and deaf as neither to see nor hear all this time; that, having

lived so long in the world, it should never occur to her that it was rather imprudent to have a young lady, not

eighteen, nursing herand such a young lady! when her son, not oneandtwentyand such a

son!came to visit her daily. But, so it was. Lady Clonbrony knew nothing of love she had read of it,

indeed, in novels, which sometimes for fashion's sake she had looked at, and over which she had been

obliged to doze; but this was only love in bookslove in real life she had never met within the life she

led, how should she? She had heard of its making young people, and old people even, do foolish things; but

those were foolish people; and if they were worse than foolish, why it was shocking, and nobody visited

them. But Lady Clonbrony had not, for her own part, the slightest, notion how people could be brought to this

pass, nor how anybody out of Bedlam could prefer to a good house, a decent equipage, and a proper

establishment, what is called love in a cottage. As to Colambre, she had too good an opinion of his

understandingto say nothing of his duty to his family, his pride, his rank, and his being her sonto let

such an idea cross her imagination. As to her niece; in the first place, she was her niece, and first cousins

should never marry, because they form no new connexions to strengthen the family interest, or raise its

consequence. This doctrine her ladyship had repeated for years so often and so dogmatically, that she

conceived it to be incontrovertible, and of as full force as any law of the land, or as any moral or religious

obligation. She would as soon have suspected her niece of an intention of stealing her diamond necklace as of

Miss Nugent was so well apprised, and so thoroughly convinced of all this, that she never for one moment

allowed herself to think of Lord Colambre as a lover. Duty, honour, and gratitude gratitude, the strong

feeling and principle of her mindforbade it; she had so prepared and habituated herself to consider him as a

person with whom she could not possibly be united that, with perfect ease and simplicity, she behaved

towards him exactly as if he was her brothernot in the equivocating sentimental romance style in which

ladies talk of treating men as their brothers, whom they are all the time secretly thinking of and endeavouring

to please as loversnot using this phrase as a convenient pretence, a safe mode of securing herself from

suspicion or scandal, and of enjoying the advantages of confidence and the intimacy of friendship, till the

propitious moment, when it should be time to declare or avow THE SECRET OF THE HEART. No; this

young lady was quite above all double dealing; she had no mental reservationno metaphysical

subtletiesbut, with plain, unsophisticated morality, in good faith and simple truth, acted as she professed,

As soon as Lady Clonbrony was able to see anybody, her niece sent to Mrs. Broadhurst, who was very

intimate with the family; she used to come frequently, almost every evening, to sit with the invalid. Miss

Broadhurst accompanied her mother, for she did not like to go out with any other chaperonit was

disagreeable to spend her time alone at home, and most agreeable to spend it with her friend Miss Nugent. In

this she had no design, no coquetry; Miss Broadhurst had too lofty and independent a spirit to stoop to

coquetry: she thought that, in their interview at the gala, she understood Lord Colambre, and that he

understood herthat he was not inclined to court her for her fortunethat she would not be content with

any suitor who was not a lover. She was two or three years older than Lord Colambre, perfectly aware of her

want of beauty, yet with a just sense of her own merit, and of what was becoming and due to the dignity of

her sex. This, she trusted, was visible in her manners, and established in Lord Colambre's mind; so that she

ran no risk of being misunderstood by him; and as to what the rest of the world thought, she was so well used

to hear weekly and daily reports of her going to be married to fifty different people, that she cared little for

what was said on this subject. Indeed, conscious of rectitude, and with an utter contempt for mean and

commonplace gossiping, she was, for a woman, and a young woman, rather too disdainful of the opinion of

the world. Mrs. Broadhurst, though her daughter had fully explained herself respecting Lord Colambre,

before she began this course of visiting, yet rejoiced that, even on this footing, there should be constant

intercourse between them. It was Mrs. Broadhurst's warmest wish that her daughter should obtain rank, and

connect herself with an ancient family: she was sensible that the young lady's being older than the gentleman

might be an obstacle; and very sorry she was to find that her daughter had so imprudently, so unnecessarily,

declared her age; but still this little obstacle might be overcome; much greater difficulties in the marriage of

inferior heiresses were every day got over, and thought nothing of. Then, as to the young lady's own

sentiments, her mother knew them better than she did herself; she understood her daughter's pride, that she

dreaded to be made an object of bargain and sale; but Mrs. Broadhurst, who, with all her coarseness of mind,

had rather a better notion of love matters than Lady Clonbrony, perceived, through her daughter's horror of

being offered to Lord Colambre, through her anxiety that nothing approaching to an advance on the part of

her family should be made, that if Lord Colambre should himself advance, he would stand a better chance of

being accepted than any other of the numerous persons who had yet aspired to the favour of this heiress. The

very circumstance of his having paid no court to her at first, operated in his favour; for it proved that he was

not mercenary, and that, whatever attention he might afterwards show, she must be sure would be sincere and

'And now, let them but see one another in this easy, intimate kind of way, and you will find, my dear Lady

Clonbrony, things will go on of their own accord, all the better for ourminding our cardsand never

minding anything else. I remember, when I was youngbut let that passlet the young people see one

another, and manage their own affairs their own waylet them be togetherthat's all I say. Ask half the

men you are acquainted with why they married, and their answer, if they speak truth, will be: "Because I met

Miss suchaone at such a place, and we were continually together." Propinquity! propinquity!as my

In consequence of this plan of leaving things to themselves, every evening Lady Clonbrony made out her

own little cardtable with Mrs. Broadhurst, and a Mr. and Miss Pratt, a brother and sister, who were the most

obliging, convenient neighbours imaginable. From time to time, as Lady Clonbrony gathered up her cards,

she would direct an inquiring glance to the group of young people at the other table; whilst the more prudent

Mrs. Broadhurst sat plump with her back to them, pursing up her lips, and contracting her brows in token of

deep calculation, looking down impenetrable at her cards, never even noticing Lady Clonbrony's glances, but

The young party generally consisted of Miss Broadhurst, Lord Colambre, Miss Nugent, and her admirer, Mr.

Salisbury. Mr. Salisbury was a middleaged gentleman, very agreeable, and well informed; he had travelled;

had seen a great deal of the world; had lived in the best company; had acquired what is called good TACT;

was full of anecdote, not mere gossiping anecdotes that lead to nothing, but anecdotes characteristic of

national manners, of human nature in general, or of those illustrious individuals who excite public curiosity

and interest. Miss Nugent had seen him always in large companies, where he was admired for his

SCAVOIRVIVRE, and for his entertaining anecdotes, but where he had no opportunity of producing any of

the higher powers of his understanding, or showing character. She found that Mr. Salisbury appeared to her

quite a different person when conversing with Lord Colambre. Lord Colambre, with that ardent thirst for

knowledge which it is always agreeable to gratify, had an air of openness and generosity, a frankness, a

warmth of manner, which, with good breeding, but with something beyond it and superior to its established

forms, irresistibly won the confidence and attracted the affection of those with whom he conversed. His

manners were peculiarly agreeable to a person like Mr. Salisbury, tired of the sameness and egotism of men

Miss Nugent had seldom till now had the advantage of hearing much conversation on literary subjects. In the

life she had been compelled to lead she had acquired accomplishments, had exercised her understanding upon

everything that passed before her, and from circumstances had formed her judgment and her taste by

observations on real life; but the ample page of knowledge had never been unrolled to her eyes. She had

never had opportunities of acquiring literature herself, but she admired it in others, particularly in her friend

Miss Broadhurst. Miss Broadhurst had received all the advantages of education which money could procure,

and had profited by them in a manner uncommon among those for whom they are purchased in such

abundance; she not only had had many masters, and read many books, but had thought of what she read, and

had supplied, by the strength and energy of her own mind, what cannot be acquired by the assistance of

masters. Miss Nugent, perhaps overvaluing the information that she did not possess, and free from all idea of

envy, looked up to her friend as to a superior being, with a sort of enthusiastic admiration; and now, with

'charmed attention,' listened, by turns, to her, to Mr. Salisbury, and to Lord Colambre, whilst they conversed

on literary subjectslistened, with a countenance so full of intelligence, of animation so expressive of every

good and kind affection, that the gentlemen did not always know what they were saying.

'Pray go on,' said she, once, to Mr. Salisbury; 'you stop, perhaps, from politeness to mefrom compassion to

my ignorance; but, though I am ignorant, you do not tire me, I assure you. Did you ever condescend to read

the Arabian tales? Like him whose eyes were touched by the magical application from the dervise, I am

enabled at once to see the riches of a new worldOh! how unlike, how superior to that in which I have

Lord Colambre brought down a beautiful edition of the Arabian tales, looked for the story to which Miss

Nugent had alluded, and showed it to Miss Broadhurst, who was also searching for it in another volume.

'I profess not to understand these things so well as you say you do, my dear Mrs. Broadhurst,' whispered she;

'but look there now; they are at their books! What do you expect can come of that sort of thing? So illbred,

'No, no, for mercy's sake! my dear Lady Clonbrony, no hints, no hints, no remarks! What would you

have!she reading, and my lord at the back of her chair, leaning overand allowed, mind, to lean over to

read the same thing. Can't be better! Never saw any man yet allowed to come so near her! Now, Lady

'My daughter's tired of music. How much do I owe your ladyship now?three rubbers, I think. Now, though

you would not believe it of a young girl,' continued Mrs. Broadhurst, 'I can assure your ladyship, my daughter

'Well, now, that's very extraordinary, in the style in which she has been brought up; yet books and all that are

About this time, Mr. Berryl, Lord Colambre's Cambridge friend, for whom his lordship had fought the battle

of the curricle with Mordicai, came to town. Lord Colambre introduced him to his mother, by whom he was

graciously received; for Mr. Berryl was a young gentleman of good figure, good address, good family, heir to

a good fortune, and in every respect a fit match for Miss Nugent. Lady Clonbrony thought that it would be

wise to secure him for her niece before he should make his appearance in the London world, where mothers

and daughters would soon make him feel his own consequence. Mr. Berryl, as Lord Colambre's intimate

friend, was admitted to the private evening parties at Lady Clonbrony's, and he contributed to render them

still more agreeable. His information, his habits of thinking, and his views, were all totally different from Mr.

Salisbury's; and their collision continually struck out that sparkling novelty which pleases peculiarly in

conversation. Mr. Berryl's education, disposition, and tastes, fitted him exactly for the station which he was

destined to fill in societythat of a COUNTRY GENTLEMAN; not meaning by that expression a mere

eating, drinking, hunting, shooting, ignorant country squire of the old race, which is now nearly extinct; but a

cultivated, enlightened, independent English country gentlemanthe happiest, perhaps, of human beings. On

the comparative felicity of the town and country life; on the dignity, utility, elegance, and interesting nature

of their different occupations, and general scheme of passing their time, Mr. Berryl and Mr. Salisbury had

one evening a playful, entertaining, and, perhaps, instructive conversation; each party, at the end, remaining,

as frequently happens, of their own opinion. It was observed that Miss Broadhurst ably and warmly defended

Mr. Berryl's side of the question; and in their views, plans, and estimates of life, there appeared a remarkable,

and as Lord Colambre thought, a happy coincidence. When she was at last called upon to give her decisive

judgment between a town and a country life, she declared that 'if she were condemned to the extremes of

either, she should prefer a country life, as much as she should prefer Robinson Crusoe's diary to the journal of

'Lord bless me! Mrs. Broadhurst, do you hear what your daughter is saying?' cried Lady Clonbrony, who,

from the cardtable, lent an attentive ear to all that was going forward. 'Is it possible that Miss Broadhurst,

with her fortune, and pretensions, and sense, can really be serious in saying she would be content to live in

'What's that you say, child, about living in the country?' said Mrs. Broadhurst.

'Girls always think so who have lived in town,' said Mrs. Broadhurst. 'They are always dreaming of sheep and

sheephooks; but the first winter the country cures them; a shepherdess, in winter, is a sad and sorry sort of

'Colambre,' said Lady Clonbrony, 'I am sure Miss Broadhurst's sentiments about town life, and all that, must

delight you; for do you know, ma'am, he is always trying to persuade me to give up living in town? Colambre

'Mind your cards, my dear Lady Clonbrony,' interrupted Mrs. Broadhurst, 'in pity to your partner. Mr. Pratt

Lady Clonbrony begged a thousand pardons, fixed her eyes and endeavoured to fix her mind on the cards; but

there was something said at the other end of the room, about an estate in Cambridgeshire, which soon

distracted her attention again. Mr. Pratt certainly had the patience of Job. She revoked, and lost the game,

As soon as she rose from the cardtable, and could speak to Mrs. Broadhurst apart, she communicated her

'Seriously, my dear madam,' said she, 'I believe I have done very wrong to admit Mr. Berryl just now, though

it was on Grace's account I did it. But, ma'am, I did not know Miss Broadhurst had an estate in

Cambridgeshire; their two estates just close to one another, I heard them say. Lord bless me, ma'am! there's

'No danger, no danger,' persisted Mrs. Broadhurst. 'I know my girl better than you do, begging your

'Yes, very likely; but don't you know that girls never think of what they are talking about, or rather never talk

of what they are thinking about? And they have always ten times more to say to the man they don't care for,

'I am sure of it,' said Mrs. Broadhurst. 'Only let things go on, and mind your cards, I beseech you, tomorrow

night better than you did tonight; and you will see that things will turn out just as I prophesied. Lord

Colambre will come to a pointblank proposal before the end of the week, and will be accepted, or my

name's not Broadhurst. Why, in plain English, I am clear my girl likes him; and when that's the case, you

Mrs. Broadhurst was perfectly right in every point of her reasoning but one. From long habit of seeing and

considering that such an heiress as her daughter might marry whom she pleasedfrom constantly seeing that

she was the person to decide and to rejectMrs. Broadhurst had literally taken it for granted that everything

was to depend upon her daughter's inclinations: she was not mistaken, in the present case, in opining that the

young lady would not be averse to Lord Colambre, if he came to what she called a pointblank proposal. It

really never occurred to Mrs. Broadhurst that any man, whom her daughter was the least inclined to favour,

could think of anybody else. Quicksighted in these affairs as the matron thought herself, she saw but one

side of the question: blind and dull of comprehension as she thought Lady Clonbrony on this subject, she was

herself so completely blinded by her own prejudices, as to be incapable of discerning the plain thing that was

before her eyes; VIDELICET, that Lord Colambre preferred Grace Nugent. Lord Colambre made no proposal

before the end of the week, but this Mrs. Broadhurst attributed to an unexpected occurrence, which prevented

things from going on in the train in which they had been proceeding so smoothly. Sir John Berryl, Mr.

Berryl's father, was suddenly seized with a dangerous illness. The news was brought to Mr. Berryl one

evening whilst he was at Lady Clonbrony's. The circumstances of domestic distress, which afterwards

occurred in the family of his friend, entirely occupied Lord Colambre's time and attention. All thoughts of

love were suspended, and his whole mind was given up to the active services of friendship. The sudden

illness of Sir John Berryl spread an alarm among his creditors which brought to light at once the disorder of

his affairs, of which his son had no knowledge or suspicion. Lady Berryl had been a very expensive woman,

especially in equipages; and Mordicai, the coachmaker, appeared at this time the foremost and the most

inexorable of their creditors. Conscious that the charges in his account were exorbitant, and that they would

not be allowed if examined by a court of justice; that it was a debt which only ignorance and extravagance

could have in the first instance incurred, swelled afterwards to an amazing amount by interest, and interest

upon interest; Mordicai was impatient to obtain payment whilst Sir John yet lived, or at least to obtain legal

security for the whole sum from the heir. Mr. Berryl offered his bond for the amount of the reasonable

charges in his account; but this Mordicai absolutely refused, declaring that now he had the power in his own

hands, he would use it to obtain the utmost penny of his debt; that he would not let the thing slip through his

fingers; that a debtor never yet escaped him, and never should; that a man's lying upon his deathbed was no

excuse to a creditor; that he was not a whiffler, to stand upon ceremony about disturbing a gentleman in his

last moments; that he was not to be cheated out of his due by such niceties; that he was prepared to go all

lengths the law would allow; for that, as to what people said of him, he did not care a doit'Cover your face

with your hands, if you like it, Mr. Berryl; you may be ashamed for me, but I feel no shame for myselfI am

not so weak.' Mordicai's countenance said more than his words; livid with malice, and with atrocious

determination in his eyes, he stood. 'Yes, sir,' said he, 'you may look at me as you pleaseit is possible I am

in earnest. Consult what you'll do now, behind my back or before my face, it comes to the same thing; for

nothing will do but my money or your bond, Mr. Berryl. The arrest is made on the person of your father,

luckily made while the breath is still in the body. Yesstart forward to strike me, if you dareyour father,

Lady Berryl and Mr. Berryl's sisters, in an agony of grief, rushed into the room.

'It's all useless,' cried Mordicai, turning his back upon the ladies; 'these tricks upon creditors won't do with

me; I'm used to these scenes; I'm not made of such stuff as you think. Leave a gentleman in peace in his last

moments. No! he ought not, nor shan't die in peace, if he don't pay his debts; and if you are all so mighty

sorry, ladies, there's the gentleman you may kneel to; if tenderness is the order of the day, it's for the son to

show it, not me. Ay, now, Mr. Berryl,' cried he, as Mr. Berryl took up the bond to sign it, 'you're beginning to

know I'm not a fool to be trifled with. Stop your hand, if you choose it, sir it's all the same to me; the

'Monster is not actionableI wish you had called me rascal,' said Mordicai, grinning a horrible smile; and

taking up the bond deliberately, returned it to Mr. Berryl. 'This paper is worth nothing to me, sirit is not

Mr. Berryl hastily left the room, and returned with Lord Colambre. Mordicai changed countenance and grew

'Well, my lord, since it so happens, I am not sorry that you should be witness to this paper,' said, he; 'and

indeed not sorry that you should witness the whole proceeding; for I trust I shall be able to explain to you my

'I do not come here, sir,' interrupted Lord Colambre, 'to listen to any explanations of your conduct, which I

perfectly understand;I come to witness a bond for my friend Mr. Berryl, if you think proper to extort from

'I extort nothing, my lord. Mr. Berryl, it is quite a voluntary act, take notice, on your part; sign or not, witness

or not, as you please, gentlemen,' said Mordicai, sticking his hands in his pockets, and recovering his look of

'Witness it, witness it, my dear lord,' said Mr. Berryl, looking at his mother and weeping sisters; 'witness it,

'Mr. Berryl must just run over his name again in your presence, my lord, with a dry pen,' said Mordicai,

'As you please, my lordthe bond or the body, before I quit this house,' said Mordicai.

'Illegal, sir. I came into this house at the moment when your bailiff asked and was refused admittance.

Afterwards, in the confusion of the family above stairs, he forced open the house door with an iron barI

Mordicai, without reply snatched up his hat, and walked towards the door; but Lord Colambre held the door

openthe door was immediately at the head of the stairsand Mordicai, seeing his indignant look and

proud form, hesitated to pass; for he had always heard that Irishmen are 'quick in the executive part of

'Pass on, sir,' repeated Lord Colambre, with an air of ineffable contempt; 'I am a gentlemanyou have

Mordicai ran downstairs; Lord Colambre, before he went back into the room, waited to see Mordicai and his

bailiff out of the house. When Mordicai was fairly at the bottom of the stairs, he turned, and, white with rage,

'Charity begins at home, my lord,' said he. 'Look at homeyou shall pay for this,' added he, standing

halfshielded by the house door, for Lord Colambre moved forward as he spoke the last words; 'and I give

you this warning, because I know it will be of no use to youYour most obedient, my lord.'

'Thank Heaven!' thought Lord Colambre, 'that I did not horsewhip that mean wretch! This warning shall be of

Lord Colambre turned from his own affairs to those of his friend, to offer all the assistance and consolation in

his power. Sir John Berryl died that night. His daughters, who had lived in the highest style in London, were

left totally unprovided for. His widow had mortgaged her jointure. Mr. Berryl had an estate now left to him,

but without any income. He could not be so dishonest as to refuse to pay his father's just debts; he could not

let his mother and sisters starve. The scene of distress to which Lord Colambre was witness in this family

made a still greater impression upon him than had been made by the warning or the threats of Mordicai. The

similarity between the circumstances of his friend's family and of his own struck him forcibly.

All this evil had arisen from Lady Berryl's passion for living in London and at wateringplaces. She had

made her husband an ABSENTEEan absentee from his home, his affairs, his duties, and his estate. The

sea, the Irish Channel, did not, indeed, flow between him and his estate; but it was of little importance

whether the separation was effected by land or waterthe consequences, the negligence, the extravagance,

Of the few people of his age who are capable of profiting by the experience of others, Lord Colambre was

one. 'Experience,' as an elegant writer has observed, 'is an article that may be borrowed with safety, and is

In the meantime, Lady Clonbrony had been occupied with thoughts very different from those which passed in

the mind of her son. Though she had never completely recovered from her rheumatic pains, she had become

inordinately impatient of confinement to her own house, and weary of those dull evenings at home, which

had, in her son's absence, become insupportable. She told over her visiting tickets regularly twice a day, and

gave to every card of invitation a heartfelt sigh. Miss Pratt alarmed her ladyship, by bringing intelligence of

some parties given by persons of consequence, to which she was not invited. She feared that she should be

forgotten in the world, well knowing how soon the world forgets those they do not see every day and

everywhere. How miserable is the fine lady's lot who cannot forget the world, and who is forgot by the world

in a moment! How much more miserable still is the condition of a wouldbe fine lady, working her way up in

the world with care and pains! By her, every the slightest failure of attention, from persons of rank and

fashion, is marked and felt with jealous anxiety, and with a sense of mortification the most acutean

invitation omitted is a matter of the most serious consequence, not only as it regards the present, but the

future; for if she be not invited by Lady A, it will lower her in the eyes of Lady B, and of all the ladies of the

alphabet. It will form a precedent of the most dangerous and inevitable application. If she has nine

invitations, and the tenth be wanting, the nine have no power to make her happy. This was precisely Lady

Clonbrony's casethere was to be a party at Lady St. James's, for which Lady Clonbrony had no card.

'So ungrateful, so monstrous, of Lady St. James!What! was the gala so soon forgotten, and all the marked

attentions paid that night to Lady St. James!attentions, you know, Pratt, which were looked upon with a

jealous eye, and made me enemies enough, I am told, in another quarter! Of all people, I did not expect to be

Miss Pratt, who was ever ready to undertake the defence of any person who had a title, pleaded, in mitigation

of censure, that perhaps Lady St. James might not be aware that her ladyship was yet well enough to venture

'Oh, my dear Miss Pratt, that cannot be the thing; for, in spite of my rheumatism, which really was bad

enough last Sunday, I went on purpose to the Royal Chapel, to show myself in the closet, and knelt close to

her ladyship. And, my dear, we curtsied, and she congratulated me, after church, upon my being abroad

again, and was so happy to see me look so well, and all thatOh! it is something very extraordinary and

Upon this hint, Lady Clonbrony's hope revived; and, staying her anger, she began to consider how she could

manage to get herself invited. Refreshing tickets were left next morning at Lady St. James's with their corners

properly turned up; to do the thing better, separate tickets for herself and for Miss Nugent were left for each

member of the family; and her civil messages, left with the footman, extended to the utmost possibility of

remainder. It had occurred to her ladyship that for Miss Somebody, THE COMPANION, of whom she had

never in her life thought before, she had omitted to leave a card last time, and she now left a note of

explanation; she further, with her rheumatic head and arm out of the coachwindow, sat, the wind blowing

keen upon her, explaining to the porter and the footman, to discover whether her former tickets had gone

safely up to Lady St. James; and on the present occasion, to make assurance doubly sure, she slid handsome

expedition money into the servant's hand 'Sir, you will be sure to remember.''Oh certainly, your

She well knew what dire offence has frequently been taken, what sad disasters have occurred, in the

fashionable world, from the neglect of a porter in delivering, or of a footman in carrying up one of those

talismanic cards. But, in spite of all her manoeuvres, no invitation to the party arrived next day. Pratt was

next set to work. Miss Pratt was a most convenient go between, who, in consequence of doing a thousand

little services, to which few others of her rank in life would stoop, had obtained the ENTREE to a number of

great houses, and was behind the scenes in many fashionable families. Pratt could find out, and Pratt could

hint, and Pratt could manage to get things done cleverly and hints were given, in all directions, to WORK

ROUND to Lady St. James. But still they did not take effect. At last Pratt suggested that, perhaps, though

everything else had failed, dried salmon might be tried with success. Lord Clonbrony had just had some

uncommonly good from Ireland, which Pratt knew Lady St. James would like to have at her supper, because

a certain personage, whom she would not name, was particularly fond of it. Wheel within wheel in the fine

world, as well as in the political world!Bribes for all occasions, and for all ranks! The timely present was

sent, accepted with many thanks, and understood as it was meant. Per favour of this propitiatory offering, and

of a promise of half a dozen pair of real Limerick gloves to Miss Pratta promise which Pratt clearly

comprehended to be a conditional promisethe grand object was at length accomplished. The very day

before the party was to take place came cards of invitation to Lady Clonbrony and to Miss Nugent, with Lady

St. James's apologies; her ladyship was concerned to find that, by some negligence of her servants, these

cards were not sent in proper time. 'How slight an apology will do from some people!' thought Miss Nugent;

'how eager to forgive, when it is for our interest or our pleasure; how well people act the being deceived, even

when all parties know that they see the whole truth; and how low pride will stoop to gain its object!'

Ashamed of the whole transaction, Miss Nugent earnestly wished that a refusal should be sent, and reminded

her aunt of her rheumatism; but rheumatism and all other objections were overruledLady Clonbrony would

go. It was just when this affair was thus, in her opinion, successfully settled, that Lord Colambre came in,

with a countenance of unusual seriousness, his mind full of the melancholy scenes he had witnessed in his

He related what had passed; he described the brutal conduct of Mordicai; the anguish of the mother and

sisters; the distress of Mr. Berryl. Tears rolled down Miss Nugent's cheeks. Lady Clonbrony declared it was

very shocking; listened with attention to all the particulars; but never failed to correct her son, whenever he

She was, however, really touched with compassion when he spoke of Lady Berryl's destitute condition; and

her son was going on to repeat what Mordicai had said to him, but Lady Clonbrony interrupted

'Oh, my dear Colambre! don't repeat that detestable man's impertinent speeches to me. If there is anything

really about business, speak to your father. At any rate, don't tell us of it now, because I've a hundred things

to do,' said her ladyship, hurrying out of the room, 'GraceGrace Nugent! I want you!'

'Don't despair,' said Miss Nugent, as she followed to obey her aunt's summons. 'Don't despair; don't attempt

to speak to her again till tomorrow morning. Her head is now full of Lady St. James's party. When it is

Lady Clonbrony was particularly glad that she had carried her point about this party at Lady St. James's;

because, from the first private intimation that the Duchess of Torcaster was to be there, her ladyship flattered

herself that the longdesired introduction might then be accomplished. But of this hope Lady St. James had

likewise received intimation from the double dealing Miss Pratt; and a warning note was despatched to the

duchess to let her grace know that circumstances had occurred which had rendered it impossible not to ask

THE CLONBRONIES. An excuse, of course, for not going to this party was sent by the duchessher grace

did not like large partiesshe would have the pleasure of accepting Lady St. James's invitation for her select

party on Wednesday the 10th. Into these select parties Lady Clonbrony had never been admitted. In return for

her great entertainments she was invited to great entertainments, to large parties; but farther she could never

At Lady St, James's, and with her set, Lady Clonbrony suffered a different kind of mortification from that

which Lady Langdale and Mrs. Dareville made her endure. She was safe from the witty raillery, the sly

innuendo, the insolent mimicry; but she was kept at a cold, impassable distance, by ceremony'So far shalt

thou go, and no farther' was expressed in every look, in every word, and in a thousand different ways.

By the most punctilious respect and nice regard to precedency, even by words of courtesy'Your ladyship

does me honour,' etc. Lady St. James contrived to mortify and to mark the difference between those with

whom she was, and with whom she was not, upon terms of intimacy and equality. Thus the ancient grandees

of Spain drew a line of demarcation between themselves and the newlycreated nobility. Whenever or

wherever they met, they treated the new nobles with the utmost respect, never addressed them but with all

their titles, with low bows, and with all the appearance of being, with the most perfect consideration, anything

but their equals; whilst towards one another the grandees laid aside their state, and omitting their titles, it was,

'AlcalaMedinaSidoniaInfantado,' and a freedom and familiarity which marked equality. Entrenched in

etiquette in this manner, and mocked with marks of respect, it was impossible either to intrude or to complain

At supper at Lady St. James's, Lady Clonbrony's present was pronounced by some gentleman to be

remarkably high flavoured. This observation turned the conversation to Irish commodities and Ireland. Lady

Clonbrony, possessed by the idea that it was disadvantageous to appear as an Irishwoman, or as a favourer of

Ireland, began to be embarrassed by Lady St. James's repeated thanks. Had it been in her power to offer

anything else with propriety, she would not have thought of sending her ladyship anything from Ireland.

Vexed by the questions that were asked her about HER COUNTRY, Lady Clonbrony, as usual, denied it to

be her country, and went on to depreciate and abuse everything Irish; to declare that there was no possibility

of living in Ireland; and that, for her own part, she was resolved never to return thither. Lady St. James,

preserving perfect silence, let her go on. Lady Clonbrony, imagining that this silence arose from coincidence

of opinion, proceeded with all the eloquence she possessed, which was very little, repeating the same

exclamations, and reiterating her vow of perpetual expatriation; till at last an elderly lady, who was a stranger

to her, and whom she had till this moment scarcely noticed, took up the defence of Ireland with much warmth

and energy: the eloquence with which she spoke, and the respect with which she was heard, astonished Lady

'Lord bless me!what have I said!what have I done! Oh! why did not you give me a hint, Lady St.

'I was not aware that your ladyship was not acquainted with Lady Oranmore,' replied Lady St. James,

Everybody sympathised with Lady Oranmore, and admired the honest zeal with which she abided by her

country, and defended it against unjust aspersions and affected execrations. Every one present enjoyed Lady

Clonbrony's confusion, except Miss Nugent, who sat with her eyes bowed down by penetrative shame during

the whole of this scene; she was glad that Lord Colambre was not witness to it; and comforted herself with

the hope that, upon the whole, Lady Clonbrony would be benefited by the pain she had felt. This instance

might convince her that it was not necessary to deny her country to be received in any company in England;

and that those who have the courage and steadiness to be themselves, and to support what they feel and

believe to be the truth, must command respect. Miss Nugent hoped that in consequence of this conviction

Lady Clonbrony would lay aside the little affectations by which her manners were painfully constrained and

ridiculous; and, above all, she hoped that what Lady Oranmore had said of Ireland might dispose her aunt to

listen with patience to all Lord Colambre might urge in favour of returning to her home. But Miss Nugent

hoped in vain. Lady Clonbrony never in her life generalised any observations, or drew any but a partial

'Lord! my dear Grace!' said she, as soon as they were seated in their carriage, 'what a scrape I got into

tonight at supper, and what disgrace I came to!and all this because I did not know Lady Oranmore. Now

you see the inconceivable disadvantage of not knowing everybodyeverybody of a certain rank, of course, I

Miss Nugent endeavoured to slide in her own moral on the occasion, but it would not do.

'Yes, my dear, Lady Oranmore may talk in that kind of style of Ireland, because, on the other hand, she is so

highly connected in England; and, besides, she is an old lady, and may take liberties; in short, she is Lady

The next morning, when they all met at breakfast, Lady Clonbrony complained bitterly of her increased

rheumatism, of the disagreeable, stupid party they had had the preceding night, and of the necessity of going

to another formal party that night, the next, and the next, and, in the true fine lady style, deplored her

Miss Nugent determined to retire as soon as she could from the breakfastroom, to leave Lord Colambre an

opportunity of talking over his family affairs at full liberty. She knew by the seriousness of his countenance

that his mind was intent upon doing so, and she hoped that his influence with his father and mother would not

be exerted in vain. But just as she was rising from the breakfasttable, in came Sir Terence O'Fay, and,

seating himself quite at his ease, in spite of Lady Clonbrony's repulsive looks, his awe of Lord Colambre

'I'm tired,' said he, 'and have a right to be tired; for it's no small walk I've taken for the good of this noble

family this morning. And, Miss Nugent, before I say more, I'll take a cup of TA from you, if you please.'

Lady Clonbrony rose, with great stateliness, and walked to the farthest end of the room, where she

'Then I've had a fine runMiss Nugent, I believe you never saw me run; but I can run, I promise you, when

it's to serve a friend. And, my lord (turning to Lord Clonbrony), what do you think I run for this morningto

buy a bargainand of what!a bargain of a bad debta debt of yours, which I bargained for, and up just

in timeand Mordicai's ready to hang himself this minute. For what do you think but that rascal was

'Oh! let me alone for that,' said Sir Terence. 'I got a hint from my little friend, Paddy Brady, who would not

be paid for it either, though he's as poor as a rat. Well! as soon as I got the hint, I dropped the thing I had in

my hand, which was the DUBLIN EVENING, and ran for the bare lifefor there wasn't a coachin my

slippers, as I was, to get into the prior creditor's shoes, who is the little solicitor that lives in Crutched Friars,

which Mordicai never dreamt of, luckily; so he was very genteel, though he was taken on a sudden, and from

his breakfast, which an Englishman don't like particularlyI popped him a douceur of a draught, at

thirtyone days, on Garraghty, the agent; of which he must get notice; but I won't descant on the law before

the ladieshe handed me over his debt and execution, and he made me prior creditor in a trice. Then I took

coach in state, the first I met, and away with me to Long Acresaw Mordicai. "Sir," says I, "I hear you're

meditating an execution on a friend of mine." "Am I?" said the rascal; "who told you so?" "No matter," said I;

"but I just called in to let you know there's no use in life of your execution; for there's a prior creditor with his

execution to be satisfied first." So he made a great many black faces, and said a great deal, which I never

Lord Colambre said nothing, for he wished to learn more of Sir Terence O'Fay's character, of the state of his

father's affairs, and of the family methods of proceeding in matters of business.

'Faith! Terry, I know I'm very thankful to youbut an execution's an ugly thingand I hope there's no

'Never fear!' said Sir Terence: 'Haven't I been at my wits' ends for myself or my friends ever since I come to

man's estate to years of discretion, I should say, for the deuce a foot of estate have I! But use has

sharpened my wits pretty well for your service; so never be in dread, my good lord for look ye!' cried the

reckless knight, sticking his arms akimbo 'look ye here! in Sir Terence O'Fay stands a host that desires no

better than to encounter, single witted, all the duns in the united kingdoms, Mordicai the Jew inclusive.'

'Ah! that's the devil, that Mordicai,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'that's the only man an earth I dread.'

'Why, he is only a coachmaker, is not he!' said Lady Clonbrony: 'I can't think how you can talk, my lord, of

dreading such a low man. Tell him, if he's troublesome, we won't bespeak any more carriages; and, I'm sure, I

wish you would not be so silly, my lord, to employ him any more, when you know he disappointed me the

'Nonsense, my dear,'said Lord Clonbrony; 'you don't know what you are talking of. Terry, I say, even a

'Phoo! phoo!an ugly thing! So is a fit of the goutbut one's all the better for it after. 'Tis just a renewal of

life, my lord, for which one must pay a bit of a fine, you know. Take patience, and leave me to manage all

properlyyou know I'm used to these things, Only you recollect, if you please, how I managed my friend

Lord ; it's bad to be mentioning namesbut Lord EVERYBODYKNOWSWHOdidn't I bring him

through cleverly, when there was that rascally attempt to seize the family plate? I had notice, and what did I

do, but broke open a partition between that lord's house and my lodgings, which I had taken next door; and

so, when the sheriff's officers were searching below on the ground floor, I just shoved the plate easy through

to my bedchamber at a moment's warning, and then bid the gentlemen walk in, for they couldn't set a foot in

my paradise, the devils! So they stood looking at it through the wall, and cursing me and I holding both my

'This is a good story,' said Miss Nugent, smiling; 'but surely, Sir Terence, such things are never done in real

'Done! ay, are they; and I could tell you a hundred better strokes, my dear Miss Nugent.'

'Grace!' cried Lady Clonbrony, 'do pray have the goodness to seal and send these notes; for really,' whispered

she, as her niece came to the table,'I CAWNT STEA, I cawnt bear that man's VICE, his accent grows horrider

'Why, then,' continued Sir Terence, following up Miss Nugent to the table, where she was sealing letters, 'I

must tell you how I sarved that same man on another occasion, and got the victory too.'

No general officer could talk of his victories, or fight his battles o'er again, with more complacency than Sir

'Now I'll tell Miss Nugent. There was a footman in the family, not an Irishman, but one of your powdered

English scoundrels that ladies are so fond of having hanging to the backs of their carriages; one Fleming he

was, that turned spy, and traitor, and informer, went privately and gave notice to the creditors where the plate

was hid in the thickness of the chimney; but if he did, what happened! Why, I had my counterspy, an honest

little Irish boy, in the creditor's shop, that I had secured with a little douceur of usquebaugh; and he outwitted,

as was natural, the English lying valet, and gave us notice just in the nick, and I got ready for their reception;

and, Miss Nugent, I only wish you'd seen the excellent sport we had, letting them follow the scent they got;

and when they were sure of their game, what did they find?Ha! ha! ha!dragged out, after a world of

labour, a heavy box ofa load of brickbats; not an item of my friend's platethat was all snug in the

'But come, Terry,' cried Lord Clonbrony, 'I'll pull down your pride. How finely, another time, your job of the

false ceiling answered in the hall. I've heard that story, and have been told how the sheriffs fellow thrust his

bayonet up through your false plaster, and down came tumbling the family plate hey, Terry? That hit cost

'Well! and did not I make up for that at the races of ? The creditors learned that my lord's horse, Naboclish,

was to run at races; and, as the sheriff's officer knew he dare not touch him on the raceground, what does

he do, but he comes down early in the morning on the mailcoach, and walks straight down to the livery

stables. He had an exact description of the stables, and the stall, and the horse's bodyclothes.

'I was there, seeing the horse taken care of; and, knowing the cut of the fellow's jib, what does I do, but whips

the body clothes off Naboclish, and claps them upon a garrone that the priest would not ride.

'In comes the bailiff"Good morrow to you, sir," says I, leading out of the stable my lord's horse, with an

'"Tim Neal," says I to the groom, who was rubbing down the garrone's heels, "mind your hits today, and

'"Not so fast, neither," says the bailiff"here's my writ for seizing the horse."

"That's all my eye," says he, seizing the garrone, while I mounted Naboclish, and rode him off deliberately to

'Ha! ha! ha!That was neat, I grant you, Terry,' said Lord Clonbrony. 'But what a dolt of a born ignoramus

'But stay, my lordstay, Miss NugentI have more for you,' following her wherever she moved. 'I did not

let him off so, even. At the cant, I bid and bid against them for the pretended Naboclish, till I, left him on

'But,' said Miss Nugent, 'I cannot believe you are in earnest, Sir Terence. Surely this would be'

'You can't, my dear, I defy yousay the word that came to the tongue's end; it's always the best.'

'Oh! you was going to say wrong, then! It's not called swindling amongst gentlemen who know the

worldit's only jockeyingfine sportand very honourable to help a friend at a dead lift. Anything to get

'And when the present difficulty is over, do your friends never think of the future?'

The future! leave the future to posterity,' said Sir Terence; 'I'm counsel only for the present; and when the evil

comes, it's time enough to think of it. I can't bring the guns of my wits to bear till the enemy's alongside of

me, or within sight of me at the least. And besides, there never was a good commander yet, by sea or land,

that would tell his little expedients beforehand, or before the very day of battle.'

'It must be a sad thing,' said Miss Nugent, sighing deeply, 'to be reduced to live by little expedientsdaily

'But if you are beating your brains about your own affairs, my Lord Colambre, my dear,' said Sir Terence,

'there's an easy way of settling your family affairs at once; and, since you don't like little daily expedients,

Miss Nugent, there's one great expedient, and an expedient for life, that will settle it all to your

satisfactionand ours. I hinted it delicately to you before, but, between friends, delicacy is impertinent; so I

tell you, in plain English, you've nothing to do but go and propose yourself, just as you stand, to the heiress

'Sir!' cried Lord Colambre, stepping forward, red with sudden anger. Miss Nugent laid her hand upon his

'Sir Terence O'Fay,' continued Lord Colambre, in a moderated tone, 'you are wrong to mention that young

'Why, then, I said only Miss B, and there are a whole hive of BEES. But I'll engage she'd thank me for

what I suggested, and think herself the queen bee if my expedient was adopted by you.'

'Sir Terence,' said his lordship, smiling, 'if my father thinks proper that you should manage his affairs, and

devise expedients for him, I have nothing to say on that point; but I must beg you will not trouble yourself to

suggest expedients for me, and that you will have the goodness to leave me to settle my own affairs.'

Sir Terence made a low bow, and was silent for five seconds; then turning to Lord Clonbrony, who looked

'By the wise one, my good lord, I believe there are some men noblemen, toothat don't know their

friends from their enemies. It's my firm persuasion, now, that if I had served you as I served my friend I was

talking of, your son there would, ten to one, think I had done him an injury by saving the family plate.'

'I certainly should, sir. The family plate, sir, is not the first object in my mind,' replied Lord Colambre;

'family honour Nay, Miss Nugent, I must speak,' continued his lordship, perceiving; by her countenance,

'Never fear, Miss Nugent dear,' said Sir Terence; 'I'm as cool as a cucumber. Faith! then, my Lord Colambre,

I agree with you, that family honour's a mighty fine thing, only troublesome to one's self and one's friends,

and expensive to keep up with all the other expenses and debts a gentleman has nowadays. So I, that am

under no natural obligations to it by birth or otherwise, have just stood by through life, and asked myself,

before I would volunteer being bound to it, what could this same family honour do for a man in this world?

And, first and foremost, I never remember to see family honour stand a man in much stead in a court of

lawnever saw family honour stand against an execution, or a custodiam, or an injunction even. 'Tis a rare

thing, this same family honour, and a very fine thing; but I never knew it yet, at a pinch, pay for a pair of

At this moment Sir Terence was called out of the room by one who wanted to speak to him on particular

'My dear father,' cried Lord Colambre, 'do not follow him; stay for one moment, and hear your sonyour

Miss Nugent went out of the room, that she might leave the father and son at liberty.

'Hear your natural friend for one moment,' cried Lord Colambre. 'Let me beseech you, father, not to have

recourse to any of these paltry expedients, but trust your son with the state of your affairs, and we shall find

'Yes, yes, yes, very true; when you're of age, Colambre, we'll talk of it; but nothing can be done till then. We

shall get on, we shall get through, very well, till then, with Terry's assistance. And I must beg you will not say

a word more against TerryI can't bear itI can't hear itI can't do without him. Pray don't detain meI

can say no more except,' added he, returning to his usual concluding sentence, 'that there need, at all

events, be none of this, if people would but live upon their own estates, and kill their own mutton.' He stole

out of the room, glad to escape, however shabbily, from present explanation and present pain. There are

persons without resource who in difficulties return always to the same point, and usually to the same words.

While Lord Colambre was walking up and down the room, much vexed and disappointed at finding that he

could make no impression on his father's mind, nor obtain his confidence as to his family affairs, Lady

Clonbrony's woman, Mrs. Petito, knocked at the door, with a message from her lady, to beg, if Lord

Colambre was BY HIMSELF; he would go to her dressingroom, as she wished to have a conference with

'With the fortune I brought your father, and with my lord's estate, I CAWNT understand the meaning of all

these pecuniary difficulties; and all that strange creature Sir Terence says is algebra to me, who speak

English. And I am particularly sorry he was let in this morningbut he's such a brute that he does not think

anything of forcing one's door, and he tells my footman he does not mind NOT AT HOME a pinch of snuff.

Now what can you do with a man who could say that sort of thing, you knowthe world's at an end.'

'I wish my father had nothing to do with him, ma'am, as much as you can wish it,' said Lord Colambre; 'but I

'What particularly provokes me against him,' continued Lady Clonbrony, 'is what I have just heard from

Grace, who was really hurt by it, too, for she is the warmest friend in the world: I allude to the creature's

indelicate way of touching upon a tender PINT, and mentioning an amiable young heiress's name. My dear

Colambre, I trust you have given me credit for my inviolable silence all this time upon the PINT nearest my

heart. I am rejoiced to hear you was so warm when she was mentioned inadvertently by that brute, and I trust

you now see the advantages of the projected union in as strong and agreeable a PINT of view as I do, my own

Colambre; and I should leave things to themselves, and let you prolong the DEES of courtship as you please,

only for what I now hear incidentally from my lord and the brute, about pecuniary embarrassments, and the

necessity of something being done before next winter. And indeed I think now, in propriety, the proposal

cannot be delayed much longer; for the world begins to talk of the thing as done; and even Mrs. Broadhurst, I

know, had no doubt that, if this CONTRETEMPS about the poor Berryls had not occurred, your proposal

Our hero was not a man to make a proposal because Mrs. Broadhurst expected it, or to marry because the

world said he was going to be married. He steadily said that, from the first moment the subject had been

mentioned, he had explained himself distinctly; that the young lady's friends could not, therefore, be under

any doubt as to his intentions; that, if they had voluntarily deceived themselves, or exposed the lady in

situations from which the world was led to make false conclusions, he was not answerable: he felt his

conscience at easeentirely so, as he was convinced that the young lady herself, for whose merit, talents,

independence, and generosity of character he professed high respect, esteem, and admiration, had no doubts

'Regard, respect, esteem, admiration!Why, my dearest Colambre! this is saying all I want; satisfies me, and

'No doubt it will, ma'am; but not if I aspired to the honour of Miss Broadhurst's hand, or professed myself her

'My dear, you are mistaken; Miss Broadhurst is too sensible a girl, a vast deal, to look for love, and a dying

lover, and all that sort of stuff; I am persuadedindeed I have it from good, from the best authoritythat

the young ladyyou know one must be delicate in these cases, where a young lady of such fortune, and no

despicable family too is concerned; therefore I cannot speak quite plainlybut I say I have it from the best

authority, that you would be preferred to any other suitor, and, in short, that'

'I beg your pardon, madam, for interrupting you,' cried Lord Colambre, colouring a good deal; 'but you must

excuse me if I say, that the only authority on which I could believe this is one from which I am morally

'Lord, child! if you would only ask her the question, she would tell you it is truth, I daresay.'

'Lord bless me! I thought everybody had curiosity. But still, without curiosity, I am sure it would gratify you

'Impossible!now that is so very provoking when the thing is all but done. Well, take your own time; all I

will ask of you then is, to let things go on as they are goingsmoothly and pleasantly; and I'll not press you

farther on the subject at present, Let things go on smoothly, that's all I ask, and say nothing.'

'I wish I could oblige you, mother; but I cannot do this. Since you tell me that the world and Miss

Broadhurst's friends have already misunderstood my intentions, it becomes necessary, in justice to the young

lady and to myself, that I should make all further doubt impossible. I shall, therefore, put an end to it at once,

Lady Clonbrony, breathless for a moment with surprise, exclaimed, 'Bless me! leave town tomorrow! Just at

the beginning of the season! Impossible!I never saw such a precipitate, rash young man. But stay only a

few weeks, Colambre; the physicians advise Buxton for my rheumatism, and you shall take us to Buxton

early in the seasonyou cannot refuse me that. Why, if Miss Broadhurst was a dragon, you could not be in a

'Of doing what is wrongthe only thing, I trust, of which I shall ever be afraid.'

Lady Clonbrony tried persuasion and argumentsuch argument as she could usebut all in vainLord

Colambre was firm in his resolution; at last, she came to tears; and her son, in much agitation, said

'I cannot bear this, mother! I would do anything you ask, that I could do with honour; but this is impossible.'

'Why impossible? I will take all blame upon myself; and you are sure that Miss Broadhurst does not

misunderstand you, and you esteem her, and admire her, and all that; and all I ask is, that you'll go on as you

are, and see more of her; and how do you know but you may fall in love with her, as you call it, tomorrow?'

'Because, madam, since you press me so far, my affections are engaged to another person. Do not look so

dreadfully shocked, my dear motherI have told you truly, that I think myself too young, much too young,

yet to marry. In the circumstances in which I know my family are, it is probable that I shall not for some

years be able to marry as I wish. You may depend upon it that I shall not take any step, I shall not even

declare my attachment to the object of my affection, without your knowledge; and, far from being inclined to

follow headlong my own passions strong as they arebe assured that the honour of my family, your

happiness, my mother, my father's, are my first objects: I shall never think of my own till these are secured.'

Of the conclusion of this speech, Lady Clonbrony heard only the sound of the words; from the moment her

son had pronounced that his affections were engaged, she had been running over in her head every probable

and improbable person she could think of; at last, suddenly starting up, she opened one of the foldingdoors

Miss Nugent obeyed with her usual alacrity; and the moment she entered the room, Lady Clonbrony, fixing

'Yes, to Miss Broadhurst, no doubt,' said Miss Nugent, smiling, with a simplicity and openness of

countenance which assured Lady Clonbrony that all was safe in that quarter: a suspicion which had darted

'No doubt. Ay, do you hear that NO DOUBT, Colambre? Grace, you see, has no doubt; nobody has any

'And are your affections engaged, and not to Miss Broadhurst?' said Miss Nugent, approaching Lord

'But because I am disappointed, pray do not call me Miss Nugent, or turn away from me, as if you were

'It must, then, be some Cambridgeshire lady,' said Lady Clonbrony. 'I am sure I am very sorry he ever went to

Cambridge,Oxford I advised: one of the Miss Berryls, I presume, who have nothing. I'll have nothing more

to do with those Berrylsthere was the reason of the son's vast intimacy. Grace, you may give up all

'I have no thoughts to give up, ma'am,' said Miss Nugent, smiling. 'Miss Broadhurst,' continued she, going on

eagerly with what she was saying to Lord Colambre'Miss Broadhurst is my friend, a friend I love and

admire; but you will allow that I strictly kept my promise, never to praise her to you, till you should begin to

praise her to me. Now recollect, last night, you did praise her to me, so justly, that I thought you liked her, I

confess; so that it is natural I should feel a little disappointed. Now you know the whole of my mind; I have

no intention to encroach on your confidence; therefore, there is no occasion to look so embarrassed. I give

you my word, I will never speak to you again upon the subject,' said she, holding out her hand to him,

'provided you will never again call me Miss Nugent. Am I not your own cousin GraceDo not be displeased

'You are my own dear cousin Grace; and nothing can be farther from my mind than any thought of being

displeased with her; especially just at this moment, when I am going away, probably for a considerable time.'

'Ireland! of all places,' cried Lady Clonbrony. 'What upon earth puts it into your head to go to Ireland? You

do very well to go out of the way of falling in love ridiculously, since that is the reason of your going; but

'I will not presume to ask my mother what put Ireland out of her head,' said Lord Colambre, smiling; 'but she

'That was your father's fault, not mine,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'for I wished to have been confined in England;

but he would have it to say that his son and heir was born at Clonbrony Castleand there was a great

argument between him and my uncle, and something about the Prince of Wales and Caernarvon Castle was

thrown in, and that turned the scale, much against my will; for it was my wish that my son should be an

Englishman bornlike myself. But, after all, I don't see that having the misfortune to be born in a country

should tie one to it in any sort of way; and I should have hoped your English EDICATION, Colambre, would

have given you too liberal IDEARS for thatso I REELLY don't see why you should go to Ireland merely

'Not merely because it is my native country; but I wish to go thitherI desire to become acquainted with

itbecause it is the country in which my father's property lies, and from which we draw our subsistence.'

'Subsistence! Lord bless me, what a word! fitter for a pauper than a noblemansubsistence! Then, if you are

going to look after your father's property, I hope you will make the agents do their duty, and send us

'Till I am of age, madam, if you have no objection. I will spend the ensuing months in travelling in Ireland;

and I will return here by the time I am of age, unless you and my father should, before that time, be in

'Not the least chance of that, if I can prevent it, I promise you,' said Lady Clonbrony.

'And I am sure I shall take it very unkindly of you, Colambre, if you go and turn out a partisan for Ireland,

'Nonsense, child!I hate to hear people, women especially, and young ladies particularly, talk of being

friends to this country or that country. What can they know about countries? Better think of being friends to

'I was wrong,' said Miss Nugent, 'to call myself a friend to Ireland; I meant to say, that Ireland had been a

friend to me; that I found Irish friends, when I had no other; an Irish home, when I had no other; that my

earliest and happiest years, under your kind care, had been spent there; and that I can never forget THAT my

'Heaven forbid, my sweet Grace!' said Lady Clonbrony, touched by her voice and manner'Heaven forbid! I

don't wish you to do or be anything but what you are; for I am convinced there's nothing I could ask you

would not do for me; and, I can tell you, there's few things you could ask, love, I would not do for you.'

Lady Clonbrony, though not usually quick at interpreting the wishes of others, understood and answered,

'Ask anything but THAT, Grace. Return to Clonbrony, while I am able to live in London? That I never can or

will do for you or anybody!' looking at her son in all the pride of obstinacy; 'so there is an end of the matter.

Go you where you please, Colambre; and I shall stay where I please:I suppose, as your mother, I have a

Her son, with the utmost respect, assured her that he had no design to infringe upon her undoubted liberty of

judging for herself; that he had never interfered, except so far as to tell her circumstances of her affairs, with

which she seemed to be totally unacquainted, and of which it might be dangerous to her to continue in

'Don't talk to me about affairs,' cried she, drawing her hand away from her son. 'Talk to my lord, or my lord's

agents, since you are going to Ireland, about businessI know nothing about business; but this I know, I

shall stay in England, and be in London, every season, as long as I can afford it; and when I cannot afford to

live here, I hope I shall not live anywhere. That's my notion of life; and that's my determination, once for all;

for, if none of the rest of the Clonbrony family have any, I thank Heaven I have some spirit.' Saying this, with

her most stately manner she walked out of the room. Lord Colambre instantly followed her; for, after the

resolution and the promise he had made, he did not dare to trust himself at this moment with Miss Nugent.

There was to be a concert this night at Lady Clonbrony's, at which Mrs. and Miss Broadhurst were, of course,

expected. That they might not be quite unprepared for the event of her son's going to Ireland, Lady Clonbrony

wrote a note to Mrs. Broadhurst, begging her to come half an hour earlier than the time mentioned in the

What passed at this cabinet council, as it seems to have had no immediate influence on affairs, we need not

record. Suffice it to observe, that a great deal was said, and nothing done. Miss Broadhurst, however, was not

a young lady who could be easily deceived, even where her passions were concerned. The moment her

mother told her of Lord Colambre's intended departure, she saw the whole truth. She had a strong mindwas

capable of drawing aside, at once, the curtain of selfdelusion, and looking steadily at the skeleton of

truthshe had a generous, perhaps because a strong mind; for, surrounded, as she had been from her

childhood, by every means of selfindulgence which wealth and flattery could bestow, she had discovered

early, what few persons in her situation discover till late in life, that selfish gratifications may render us

incapable of other happiness, but can never, of themselves, make us happy. Despising flatterers, she had

determined to make herself friends to make them in the only possible wayby deserving them. Her father

made his immense fortune by the power and habit of constant, bold, and just calculation. The power and habit

which she had learned from him she applied on a far larger scale; with him, it was confined to speculations

for the acquisition of money; with her, it extended to the attainment of happiness. He was calculating and

Miss Nugent was dressing for the concert, or, rather, was sitting halfdressed before her glass, reflecting,

when Miss Broadhurst came into her room. Miss Nugent immediately sent her maid out of the room.

'Grace,' said Miss Broadhurst, looking at Grace with an air of open, deliberate composure, 'you and I are

'Then I can put your mind at ease, at once, my dear friend, by assuring you that I shall think of him no more.

That I have thought of him, I do not denyI have thought, that if, notwithstanding the difference in our ages,

and other differences, he had preferred me, I should have preferred him to any person who has ever yet

addressed me. On our first acquaintance, I clearly saw that he was not disposed to pay court to my fortune;

and I had also then coolness of judgment sufficient to perceive that it was not probable he should fall in love

with my person. But I was too proud in my humility, too strong in my honesty, too brave, too ignorant; in

short, I knew nothing of the matter. We are all of us, more or less, subject to the delusions of vanity, or hope,

or loveIeven I!who thought myself so clearsighted, did not know how, with one flutter of his wings,

Cupid can set the whole atmosphere in motion; change the proportions, size, colour, value, of every object;

'But none but a coward, or a fool would sit down in the desert and weep, instead of trying to make his way

back before the storm rises, obliterates the track, and overwhelms everything. Poetry apart, my dear Grace,

'My sorrow is for Lord Colambre,' said Miss Nugent. 'Where will he find such a wife?Not in Miss Berryl, I

am surepretty as she is; a mere fine lady! Is it possible that Lord Colambre! Lord Colambre! should prefer

Miss Broadhurst looked at her friend as she spoke, and saw truth in her eyes; saw that she had no suspicion

'No, I am glad. I was sorry when I first heard it; but now I am glad, very glad; it may save him from a

marriage unworthy of him, restore him to himself, and reserve him forthe only woman I ever saw who is

suited to him, who is equal to him, who would value and love him, as he deserves to be valued and loved.'

'Stop, my dear; if you mean me, I am not, and I never can be, that woman. Therefore, as you are my friend,

and wish my happiness, as I sincerely believe you do, never, I conjure you, present such an idea before my

mind againit is out of my mind, I hope, for ever. It is important to me that you should know and believe

this. At least I will preserve my friends. Now let this subject never be mentioned or alluded to again between

us, my dear. We have subjects enough of conversation; we need not have recourse to pernicious sentimental

gossipings. There is a great difference between wanting a CONFIDANTE, and treating a friend with

confidence. My confidence you possess; all that ought, all that is to be known of my mind, you know,

'Oh, don't go! you don't interrupt me. I shall be dressed in a few minutes; stay with me, and you may be

assured, that neither now, nor at any other time, shall I ever speak to you on the subject you desire me to

avoid. I entirely agree with you about CONFIDANTES and sentimental gossipings. I love you for not loving

'Think no more of love, but as much as you please of friendship dress yourself as fast as you can,' said

Order of the day and order of the night, and all for people I don't care for in the least,' said Grace. 'So life

'Dear me, Miss Nugent,' cried Petito, Lady Clonbrony's woman, coming in with a face of alarm, 'not dressed

yet! My lady is gone down, and Mrs. Broadhurst and my Lady Pococke's come, and the Honourable Mrs.

Trembleham; and signor, the Italian singing gentleman, has been walking up and down the apartments there

by himself, disconsolate, this halfhour, and I wondering all the time nobody rang for mebut my lady

dressed, Lord knows how! without anybody. Oh, merciful! Miss Nugent, if you could stand still for one

single particle of a second. So then I thought of stepping in to Miss Nugent; for the young ladies are talking

so fast, says I to myself, at the door, they will never know how time goes, unless I give 'em a hint. But now

my lady is below, there's no need, to be sure, to be nervous, so we may take the thing quietly, without being

in a flustrum. Dear ladies, is not this now a very sudden motion of our young lord's for Ireland? Lud a

mercy! Miss Nugent, I'm sure your motions is sudden enough; and your dress behind is all, I'm sure, I can't

tell how.''Oh, never mind,' said the young lady, escaping from her; 'it will do very well, thank you, Petito.'

'It will do very well, never mind,' repeated Petito muttering to herself, as she looked after the ladies, whilst

they ran downstairs. 'I can't abide to dress any young lady who says never mind, and it will do very well.

That, and her never talking to one confiDANtially, or trusting one with the least bit of her secrets, is the thing

I can't put up with from Miss Nugent; and Miss Broadhurst holding the pins to me, as much as to say, Do

your business, Petito, and don't talk.Now, that's so impertinent, as if one wasn't the same flesh and blood,

and had not as good a right to talk of everything, and hear of everything, as themselves. And Mrs.

Broadhurst, too, cabinet councilling with my lady, and pursing up her city mouth when I come in, and

turning off the discourse to snuff, forsooth; as if I was an ignoramus, to think they closeted themselves to talk

of snuff. Now, I think a lady of quality's woman has as good a right to be trusted with her lady's secrets as

with her jewels; and if my Lady Clonbrony was a real lady of quality, she'd know that, and consider the one

as much my paraphernalia as the other. So I shall tell my lady tonight, as I always do when she vexes me,

that I never lived in an Irish family before, and don't know the ways of itthen she'll tell me she was born in

Hoxfordshire then I shall say, with my saucy look, "Oh, was you, my lady?I always forget that you was

an Englishwoman:" then maybe she'll say, "Forget! you forget yourself strangely, Petito." Then I shall say,

with a great deal of dignity, "If your ladyship thinks so, my lady, I'd better go." And I'd desire no better than

that she would take me at my word; for my Lady Dashfort's is a much better place, I'm told, and she's dying

And having formed this resolution, Petito concluded her apparently interminable soliloquy, and went with my

lord's gentleman into the antechamber, to hear the concert, and give her judgment on everything; as she

peeped in through the vista of heads into the Apollo saloonfor tonight the Alhambra was transformed into

the Apollo saloonshe saw that whilst the company, rank behind rank, in close semicircles, had crowded

round the performers to hear a favourite singer, Miss Broadhurst and Lord Colambre were standing in the

outer semicircle, talking to one another earnestly. Now would Petito have given up her reversionary chance

of the three nearly new gowns she expected from Lady Clonbrony, in case she stayed; or, in case she went,

the reversionary chance of any dress of Lady Dashfort's except her scarlet velvet, merely to hear what Miss

Broadhurst and Lord Colambre were saying. Alas! she could only see their lips move; and of what they were

talking, whether of music or love, and whether the match was to be on or off; she could only conjecture. But

the diplomatic style having now descended to waitingmaids, Mrs. Petito talked to her friends in the

antechamber with as mysterious and consequential an air and tone, as a CHARGE D'AFFAIRES, or as the

lady of a CHARGE D'AFFAIRES, could have assumed. She spoke of HER PRIVATE BELIEF; of THE

IMPRESSION LEFT UPON HER MIND; and her CONFIDANTIAL reasons for thinking as she did; of her

'having had it from the FOUNTAIN'S head;' and of 'her fear of any COMMITTAL of her authorities.'

Notwithstanding all these authorities, Lord Colambre left London next day, and pursued his way to Ireland,

determined that he would see and judge of that country for himself, and decide whether his mother's dislike to

In the meantime, it was reported in London that his lordship was gone to Ireland to make out the title to some

estate, which would be necessary for his marriage settlement with the great heiress, Miss Broadhurst.

Whether Mrs. Petito or Sir Terence O'Fay had the greater share in raising and spreading this report, it would

be difficult to determine; but it is certain, however or by whomsoever raised, it was most useful to Lord

The tide did not permit the packet to reach the Pigeonhouse, and the impatient Lord Colambre stepped into

a boat, and was rowed across the bay of Dublin. It was a fine summer morning. The sun shone bright on the

Wicklow mountains. He admired, he exulted in the beauty of the prospect; and all the early associations of

his childhood, and the patriotic hopes of his riper years, swelled his heart as he approached the shores of his

native land. But scarcely had he touched his mother earth, when the whole course of his ideas was changed;

and if his heart swelled, it swelled no more with pleasurable sensations, for instantly he found himself

surrounded and attacked by a swarm of beggars and harpies, with strange figures and stranger tones: some

craving his charity, some snatching away his luggage, and at the same time bidding him 'never trouble

himself,' and 'never fear.' A scramble in the boat and on shore for bags and parcels began, and an amphibious

fight betwixt men, who had one foot on sea and one on land, was seen; and long and loud the battle of trunks

and portmanteaus raged! The vanquished departed, clinching their empty hands at their opponents, and

swearing inextinguishable hatred; while the smiling victors stood at ease, each grasping his bootybag,

basket, parcel, or portmanteau: 'And, your honour, where WILL these go?Where WILL We carry 'em all

to, for your honour?' was now the question. Without waiting for an answer, most of the goods were carried at

the discretion of the porters to the customhouse, where, to his lordship's astonishment, after this scene of

confusion, he found that he had lost nothing but his patience; all his goods were safe, and a few

TINPENNIES made his officious porters happy men and boys; blessings were showered upon his honour,

and he was left in peace at an excellent hotel in Street, Dublin. He rested, refreshed himself, recovered his

goodhumour, and walked into the coffeehouse, where he found several officersEnglish, Irish, and

Scotch. One English officer, a very gentlemanlike, sensiblelooking man, of middle age, was sitting reading

a little pamphlet, when Lord Colambre entered; he looked up from time to time, and in a few minutes rose

and joined the conversation; it turned upon the beauties and defects of the city of Dublin. Sir James Brooke,

for that was the name of the gentleman, showed one of his brother officers the book which he had been

reading, observing that, in his opinion, it contained one of the best views of Dublin which he had ever seen,

evidently drawn by the hand of a master, though in a slight, playful, and ironical style: it was 'AN

INTERCEPTED LETTER FROM CHINA.' The conversation extended from Dublin to various parts of

Ireland, with all which Sir James Brooke showed that he was well acquainted. Observing that this

conversation was particularly interesting to Lord Colambre, and quickly perceiving that he was speaking to

one not ignorant of books, Sir James spoke of different representations and misrepresentations of Ireland. In

answer to Lord Colambre's inquiries, he named the works which had afforded him most satisfaction; and with

discriminative, not superficial celerity, touched on all ancient and modern authors, from Spenser and Davies

to Young and Beaufort. Lord Colambre became anxious to cultivate the acquaintance of a gentleman who

appeared so able and willing to afford him information. Sir James Brooke, on his part, was flattered by this

eagerness of attention, and pleased by our hero's manners and conversation; so that, to their mutual

satisfaction, they spent much of their time together whilst they were at this hotel; and, meeting frequently in

society in Dublin, their acquaintance every day increased and grew into intimacyan intimacy which was

highly advantageous to Lord Colambre's views of obtaining a just idea of the state of manners in Ireland. Sir

James Brooke had at different periods been quartered in various parts of the countryhad resided long

enough in each to become familiar with the people, and had varied his residence sufficiently to form

comparisons between different counties, their habits, and characteristics. Hence he had it in his power to

direct the attention of our young observer at once to the points most worthy of his examination, and to save

him from the common error of travellersthe deducing general conclusions from a few particular cases, or

arguing from exceptions as if they were rules. Lord Colambre, from his family connexions, had of course

immediate introduction into the best society in Dublin, or rather into all the good society of Dublin. In Dublin

there is positively good company, and positively bad; but not, as in London, many degrees of comparison: not

innumerable luminaries of the polite world, moving in different orbits of fashion, but all the bright planets of

note and name move and revolve in the same narrow limits. Lord Colambre did not find that either his

father's or his mother's representations of society in Dublin resembled the reality, which he now beheld. Lady

Clonbrony had, in terms of detestation, described Dublin such as it appeared to her soon after the Union;

Lord Clonbrony had painted it with convivial enthusiasm, such as he saw it long and long before the Union,

when FIRST he drank claret at the fashionable clubs. This picture, unchanged in his memory, and

unchangeable by his imagination, had remained, and ever would remain, the same. The hospitality of which

the father boasted, the son found in all its warmth, but meliorated and refined; less convivial, more social; the

fashion of hospitality had improved. To make the stranger eat or drink to excess, to set before him old wine

and old plate, was no longer the sum of good breeding. The guest now escaped the pomp of grand

entertainments; was allowed to enjoy ease and conversation, and to taste some of that feast of reason and that

flow of soul so often talked of, and so seldom enjoyed. Lord Colambre found a spirit of improvement, a

desire for knowledge, and a taste for science and literature, in most companies, particularly among gentlemen

belonging to the Irish bar; nor did he in Dublin society see any of that confusion of ranks or predominance of

vulgarity of which his mother had complained. Lady Clonbrony had assured him that, the last time she had

been at the drawingroom at the Castle, a lady, whom she afterwards found to be a grocer's wife, had turned

angrily when her ladyship had accidentally trodden on her train, and had exclaimed with a strong brogue, 'I'll

Sir James Brooke, to whom Lord Colambre, without GIVING UP HIS AUTHORITY, mentioned the fact,

declared that he had no doubt the thing had happened precisely as it was stated; but that this was one of the

extraordinary cases which ought not to pass into a general rulethat it was a slight instance of that influence

of temporary causes, from which no conclusions, as to national manners, should be drawn.

'I happened,' continued Sir James, 'to be quartered in Dublin soon after the Union took place; and I remember

the great but transient change that appeared. From the removal of both Houses of Parliament, most of the

nobility, and many of the principal families among the Irish commoners, either hurried in high hopes to

London, or retired disgusted and in despair to their houses in the country. Immediately, in Dublin, commerce

rose into the vacated seats of rank; wealth rose into the place of birth. New faces and new equipages

appeared; people, who had never been heard of before, started into notice, pushed themselves forward, not

scrupling to elbow their way even at the Castle; and they were presented to my lordlieutenant and to my

ladylieutenant; for their excellencies, for the time being, might have played their viceregal parts to empty

benches, had they not admitted such persons for the moment to fill their court. Those of former times, of

hereditary pretensions and highbred minds and manners, were scandalised at all this; and they complained,

with justice, that the whole TONE of society was altered; that the decorum, elegance, polish, and charm of

society was gone; and I among the rest (said Sir James) felt and deplored their change. But, now it is all over,

we may acknowledge that, perhaps, even those things which we felt most disagreeable at the time were

'Formerly, a few families had set the fashion. From time immemorial everything had, in Dublin, been

submitted to their hereditary authority; and conversation, though it had been rendered polite by their example,

was, at the same time, limited within narrow bounds. Young people, educated upon a more enlarged plan, in

time grew up; and, no authority or fashion forbidding it, necessarily rose to their just place, and enjoyed their

due influence in society. The want of manners, joined to the want of knowledge in the new set, created

universal disgust: they were compelled, some by ridicule, some by bankruptcies, to fall back into their former

places, from which they could never more emerge. In the meantime, some of the Irish nobility and gentry

who had been living at an unusual expense in Londonan expense beyond their incomeswere glad to

return home to refit; and they brought with them a new stock of ideas, and some taste for science and

literature, which, within these latter years, have become fashionable, indeed indispensable, in London. That

part of the Irish aristocracy, who, immediately upon the first incursions of the vulgarians, had fled in despair

to their fastnesses in the country, hearing of the improvements which had gradually taken place in society,

and assured of the final expulsion of the barbarians, ventured from their retreats, and returned to their posts in

town. So that now,' concluded Sir James, 'you find a society in Dublin composed of a most agreeable and

salutary mixture of birth and education, gentility and knowledge, manner and matter; and you see pervading

the whole new life and energy, new talent, new ambition, a desire and a determination to improve and be

improveda perception that higher distinction can now be obtained in almost all company, by genius and

merit, than by airs and dress. . . . So much for the higher order. Now, among the class of tradesmen and

shopkeepers, you may amuse yourself, my lord, with marking the difference between them and persons of the

Lord Colambre had several commissions to execute for his English friends, and he made it his amusement in

every shop to observe the manners and habits of the people. He remarked that there are in Dublin two classes

of tradespeople: one, who go into business with intent to make it their occupation for life, and as a slow but

sure means of providing for themselves and their families; another class, who take up trade merely as a

temporary resource, to which they condescend for a few years, trusting that they shall, in that time, make a

fortune, retire, and commence or recommence gentlemen. The Irish regular men of business are like all other

men of businesspunctual, frugal, careful, and so forth; with the addition of more intelligence, invention,

and enterprise than are usually found in Englishmen of the same rank. But the Dublin tradesmen PRO

TEMPORE are a class by themselves; they begin without capital, buy stock upon credit in hopes of making

large profits, and, in the same hopes, sell upon credit. Now, if the credit they can obtain is longer than that

which they are forced to give, they go on and prosper; if not, they break, turn bankrupts, and sometimes, as

bankrupts, thrive. By such men, of course, every SHORT CUT to fortune is followed; whilst every habit,

which requires time to prove its advantage, is disregarded; nor with such views can a character for

PUNCTUALITY have its just value. In the head of a man who intends to be a tradesman today, and a

gentleman tomorrow, the ideas of the honesty and the duties of a tradesman, and of the honour and the

accomplishments of a gentleman, are oddly jumbled together, and the characteristics of both are lost in the

He will OBLIGE you, but he will not obey you; he will do you a favour, but he will not do you JUSTICE; he

will do ANYTHING TO SERVE YOU, but the particular thing you order he neglects; he asks your pardon,

for he would not, for all the goods in his warehouse, DISOBLIGE you; not for the sake of your custom, but

he has a particular regard for your family. Economy, in the eyes of such a tradesman, is, if not a mean vice, at

least a shabby virtue, which he is too polite to suspect his customers of, and particularly proud to prove

himself superior to. Many London tradesmen, after making their thousands and their tens of thousands, feel

pride in still continuing to live like plain men of business; but from the moment a Dublin tradesman of this

style has made a few hundreds, he sets up his gig, and then his head is in his carriage, and not in his business;

and when he has made a few thousands, he buys or builds a countryhouseand then, and thenceforward,

his head, heart, and soul are in his country house, and only his body in the shop with his customers.

Whilst he is making money, his wife, or rather his lady, is spending twice as much out of town as he makes in

it. At the word countryhouse, let no one figure to himself a snug little box, like that in which a WARM

London citizen, after long years of toil, indulges himself, one day out of seven, in repose enjoying from his

gazabo the smell of the dust, and the view of passing coaches on the London road. No: these Hibernian villas

are on a much more magnificent scale; some of them formerly belonged to Irish members of Parliament, who

are at a distance from their countryseats. After the Union these were bought by citizens and tradesmen, who

spoiled, by the mixture of their own fancies, what had originally been designed by men of good taste.

Some time after Lord Colambre's arrival in Dublin, he had an opportunity of seeing one of these villas, which

belonged to Mrs. Raffarty, a grocer's lady, and sister to one of Lord Clonbrony's agents, Mr. Nicholas

Garraghty. Lord Colambre was surprised to find that his father's agent resided in Dublin: he had been used to

see agents, or stewards, as they are called in England, live in the country, and usually on the estate of which

they have the management. Mr. Nicholas Garraghty, however, had a handsome house in a fashionable part of

Dublin. Lord Colambre called several times to see him, but he was out of town, receiving rents for some

Though our hero had not the honour of seeing Mr. Garraghty, he had the pleasure of finding Mrs. Raffarty

one day at her brother's house. Just as his lordship came to the door, she was going, on her jauntingcar, to

her villa, called Tusculum, situate near Bray. She spoke much of the beauties of the vicinity of Dublin; found

his lordship was going with Sir James Brooke and a party of gentlemen to see the county of Wicklow; and his

lordship and party were entreated to do her the honour of taking in his way a little collation at Tusculum.

Our hero was glad to have an opportunity of seeing more of a species of fine lady with which he was

The invitation was verbally made, and verbally accepted; but the lady afterwards thought it necessary to send

a written invitation in due form, and the note she sent directed to the MOST RIGHT HONOURABLE the

Lord Viscount Colambre. On opening it he perceived that it could not have been intended for him. It ran as

MY DEAR JULIANA O'LEARY, I have got a promise from Colambre, that he will be with us at Tusculum

on Friday the 20th, in his way from the county of Wicklow, for the collation I mentioned; and expect a large

party of officers; so pray come early, with your house, or as many as the jauntingcar can bring. And pray,

my dear, be ELEGANT. You need not let it transpire to Mrs. O'G; but make my apologies to Miss O'G,

if she says anything, and tell her I'm quite concerned I can't ask her for that day; because, tell her, I'm so

crowded, and am to have none that day but REAL QUALITY.Yours ever and ever, ANASTASIA

RAFFARTY. P.S.And I hope to make the gentlemen stop the night with me; so will not have beds. Excuse

After a charming tour in the county of Wicklow, where the beauty of the natural scenery, and the taste with

which those natural beauties had been cultivated, far surpassed the sanguine expectations Lord Colambre had

formed, his lordship and his companions arrived at Tusculum, where he found Mrs. Raffarty, and Miss

Juliana O'Leary, very elegant, with a large party of the ladies and gentlemen of Bray, assembled in a

drawingroom, fine with bad pictures and gaudy gilding; the windows were all shut, and the company were

playing cards with all their might. This was the fashion of the neighbourhood. In compliment to Lord

Colambre and the officers, the ladies left the cardtables; and Mrs. Raffarty, observing that his lordship

seemed PARTIAL to walking, took him out, as she said, 'to do the honours of nature and art.'

His lordship was much amused by the mixture, which was now exhibited to him, of taste and incongruity,

ingenuity and absurdity, genius and blunder; by the contrast between the finery and vulgarity, the affectation

and ignorance of the lady of the villa. We should be obliged to STOP too long at Tusculum were we to

attempt to detail all the odd circumstances of this visit; but we may record an example or two which may give

In the first place, before they left the drawingroom, Miss Juliana O'Leary pointed out to his lordship's

attention a picture over the drawingroom chimneypiece. 'Is not it a fine piece, my lord?' said she, naming

the price Mrs. Raffarty had lately paid for it at an auction.'It has a right to be a fine piece, indeed; for it

cost a fine price!' Nevertheless this FINE piece was a vile daub; and our hero could only avoid the sin of

flattery, or the danger of offending the lady, by protesting that he had no judgment in pictures.

'Indeed, I don't pretend to be a connoisseur or conoscenti myself; but I'm told the style is undeniably modern.

And was not I lucky, Juliana, not to let that MEDONA be knocked down to me? I was just going to bid, when

I heard such smart bidding; but fortunately the auctioneer let out that it was done by a very old mastera

hundred years old. Oh! your most obedient, thinks I! if that's the case, it's not for my money; so I bought

In architecture, Mrs. Rafferty had as good a taste and as much skill as in painting. There had been a

handsome portico in front of the house; but this interfering with the lady's desire to have a veranda, which she

said could not be dispensed with, she had raised the whole portico to the second story, where it stood, or

seemed to stand, upon a tarpaulin roof. But Mrs. Raffarty explained that the pillars, though they looked so

properly substantial, were really hollow and as light as feathers, and were supported with cramps, without

'Before she showed the company any farther,' she said, 'she must premise to his lordship, that she had been

originally stinted in room for her improvements, so that she could not follow her genius liberally; she had

been reduced to have some things on a confined scale, and occasionally to consult her pocketcompass; but

she prided herself upon having put as much into a light pattern as could well be; that had been her whole

ambition, study, and problem, for she was determined to have at least the honour of having a little TASTE of

So she led the way to a little conservatory, and a little pinery, and a little grapery, and a little aviary, and a

little pheasantry, and a little dairy for show, and a little cottage for ditto, with a grotto full of shells, and a

little hermitage full of earwigs, and a little ruin full of lookingglass, 'to enlarge and multiply the effect of the

Gothic.' 'But you could only put your head in, because it was just fresh painted, and though there had been a

In all Mrs. Raffarty's buildings, whether ancient or modern, there was a studied crookedness.

'Yes,' she said, 'she hated everything straight, it was so formal and UNPICTURESQUE. Uniformity and

conformity, she observed, had their day; but now, thank the stars of the present day, irregularity and

As they proceeded and walked through the grounds, from which Mrs. Raffarty, though she had done her best,

could not take that which nature had given, she pointed out to my lord 'a happy moving termination,'

consisting of a Chinese bridge, with a fisherman leaning over the rails. On a sudden, the fisherman was seen

The gentlemen ran to extricate the poor fellow, while they heard Mrs. Raffarty bawling to his lordship, to beg

When they arrived at the bridge, they saw the man hanging from part of the bridge, and apparently struggling

in the water; but when they attempted to pull him up, they found it was only a stuffed figure which had been

Mrs. Raffarty, vexed by the fisherman's fall, and by the laughter it occasioned, did not recover herself

sufficiently to be happily ridiculous during the remainder of the walk, nor till dinner was announced, when

she apologised for 'having changed the collation, at first intended, into a dinner, which she hoped would be

found no bad substitute, and which she flattered herself might prevail on my lord and the gentlemen to sleep,

The dinner had two great faultsprofusion and pretension. There was, in fact, ten times more on the table

than was necessary; and the entertainment was far above the circumstances of the person by whom it was

given; for instance, the dish of fish at the head of the table had been brought across the island from Sligo, and

had cost five guineas; as the lady of the house failed not to make known. But, after all, things were not of a

piece; there was a disparity between the entertainment and the attendants; there was no proportion or fitness

of thingsa painful endeavour at what could not be attained, and a toiling in vain to conceal and repair

deficiencies and blunders. Had the mistress of the house been quiet; had she, as Mrs. Broadhurst would say,

but let things alone, let things take their course, all would have passed off with wellbred people; but she was

incessantly apologising, and fussing, and fretting inwardly and outwardly, and directing and calling to her

servantsstriving to make a butler who was deaf, a boy who was harebrained, do the business of five

accomplished footmen of PARTS and FIGURE. The mistress of the house called for 'plates, clean plates!hot

Mrs. Raffarty called 'Larry! Larry! My lord's plate, there! James! bread to Captain Bowles!James! port

At length one course was fairly got through, and after a torturing halfhour, the second course appeared, and

James Kenny was intent upon one thing, and Larry upon another, so that the winesauce for the hare was

spilt by their collision; but, what was worse, there seemed little chance that the whole of this second course

should ever be placed altogether rightly upon the table. Mrs. Raffarty cleared her throat, and nodded, and

pointed, and sighed, and set Larry after Kenny, and Kenny after Larry; for what one did, the other undid; and

'Kenny! James Kenny! set the seacale at this corner, and put down the grass crosscorners; and match your

macaroni yonder with THEM puddens, setOgh! James! the pyramid in the middle, can't ye?'

The pyramid, in changing places, was overturned. Then it was that the mistress of the feast, falling back in

her seat, and lifting up her hands and eyes in despair, ejaculated, 'Oh, James! James!'

The pyramid was raised by the assistance of the military engineers, and stood trembling again on its base; but

The comedy of errors, which this day's visit exhibited, amused all the spectators. But Lord Colambre, after he

had smiled, sometimes sighed.Similar foibles and follies in persons of different rank, fortune, and manner,

appear to common observers so unlike, that they laugh without scruples of conscience in one case, at what in

another ought to touch themselves most nearly. It was the same desire to appear what they were not, the same

vain ambition to vie with superior rank and fortune, or fashion, which actuated Lady Clonbrony and Mrs.

Raffarty; and whilst this ridiculous grocer's wife made herself the sport of some of her guests, Lord Colambre

sighed, from the reflection that what she was to them, his mother was to persons in a higher rank of

fashion.He sighed still more deeply, when he considered, that, in whatever station or with whatever

fortune, extravagance, that is the living beyond our income, must lead to distress and meanness, and end in

shame and ruin. In the morning, as they were riding away from Tusculum and talking over their visit, the

officers laughed heartily, and rallying Lord Colambre upon his seriousness, accused him of having fallen in

love with Mrs. Raffarty, or with the ELEGANT Miss Juliana. Our hero, who wished never to be nice

overmuch, or serious out of season, laughed with those that laughed, and endeavoured to catch the spirit of

the jest. But Sir James Brooke, who now was well acquainted with his countenance, and who knew

something of the history of his family, understood his real feelings, and, sympathising in them, endeavoured

'Look there, Bowles,' said he, as they were just riding into the town of Bray; 'look at the barouche, standing at

that green door, at the farthest end of the town. Is not that Lady Dashfort's barouche?'

'It looks like what she sported in Dublin last year,' said Bowles; 'but you don't think she'd give us the same

two seasons? Besides, she is not in Ireland, is she? I did not hear of her intending to come over again.'

'I beg your pardon,' said another officer; 'she will come again to so good a market, to marry her other

daughter. I hear she said, or swore, that she will marry the young widow, Lady Isabel, to an Irish nobleman.'

'Whatever she says, she swears, and whatever she swears, she'll do,' replied Bowles. 'Have a care, my Lord

Colambre; if she sets her heart upon you for Lady Isabel, she has you. Nothing can save you. Heart she has

none, so there you're safe, my lord,' said the other officer; 'but if Lady Isabel sets her eye upon you, no

'But if Lady Dashfort had landed I am sure we should have heard of it, for she makes noise enough wherever

she goes; especially in Dublin, where all she said and did was echoed and magnified, till one could hear of

'I hope to Heaven they may never land again in Ireland!' cried Sir James Brooke; 'one worthless woman,

especially one worthless Englishwoman of rank, does incalculable mischief in a country like this, which

looks up to the sister country for fashion. For my own part, as a warm friend to Ireland, I would rather see all

the toads and serpents, and venomous reptiles, that St. Patrick carried off in his bag, come back to this island,

than these two DASHERS. Why, they would bite half the women and girls in the kingdom with the rage for

mischief, before half the husbands and fathers could turn their heads about. And, once bit, there's no cure in

'No horses to this barouche!' cried Captain Bowles.'Pray, sir, whose carriage is this?' said the captain to a

'My Lady Dashfort, sir, it belongs to,' answered the servant, in rather a surly English tone; and turning to a

boy who was lounging at the door'Pat, bid them bring out the horses, for my ladies is in a hurry to get

Captain Bowles stopped to make his servant alter the girths of his horse, and to satisfy his curiosity; and the

whole party halted. Captain Bowles beckoned to the landlord of the inn, who was standing at his door.

'Oh no, sirthis is not her carriage at allshe is not here. That is, she is here, in Ireland; but down in the

county of Wicklow, on a visit. And this is not her own carriage at all; that is to say, not that which she has

with herself, driving; but only just the cast barouche like, as she keeps for the lady's maids.'

'For the lady's maids! that is good! that is new, faith! Sir James, do you hear that?'

'Indeed, then, and it's true, and not a word of a lie!' said the honest landlord. 'And this minute, we've got a

directory of five of them abigails, sitting within in our house; as fine ladies, as great dashers, too, every bit as

their principals; and kicking up as much dust on the road, every grain!Think of them, now! The likes of

them, that must have four horses, and would not stir a foot with one less!As the gentleman's gentleman

there was telling and boasting to me about now, when the barouche was ordered for them, there at the lady's

house, where Lady Dashfort is on a visitthey said they would not get in till they'd get four horses; and their

ladies backed them; and so the four horses was got; and they just drove out here, to see the points of view for

fashion's sake, like their betters; and up with their glasses, like their ladies; and then out with their watches,

and "Isn't it time to lunch?" So there they have been lunching within on what they brought with them; for

nothing in our house could they touch, of course! They brought themselves a PICKNICK lunch, with

Madeira and Champagne to wash it down. Why, gentlemen, what do you think, but a set of them, as they

were bragging to me, turned out of a boardinghouse at Cheltenham, last year, because they had not

peachpies to their lunch!But here they come! shawls, and veils, and all!streamers flying! But mum is

my cue!Captain, are these girths to your fancy now?' said the landlord, aloud; then, as he stooped to alter a

buckle, he said, in a voice meant to be heard only by Captain Bowles, 'If there's a tongue, male or female, in

'Mrs. Petito!' repeated Lord Colambre, as the name caught his ear; and, approaching the barouche in which

the five abigails were now seated, he saw the identical Mrs. Petito, who, when he left London, had been in his

She recognised his lordship with very gracious intimacy; and, before he had time to ask any questions, she

answered all she conceived he was going to ask, and with a volubility which justified the landlord's eulogium

'Yes, my lord! I left my Lady Clonbrony some time backthe day after you left town; and both her ladyship

and Miss Nugent was charmingly, and would have sent their loves to your lordship, I'm sure, if they'd any

notion I should have met you, my lord, so soon. And I was very sorry to part with them; but the fact was, my

lord,' said Mrs. Petito, laying a detaining hand upon Lord Colambre's whip, one end of which he unwittingly

trusted within her reach,'I and my lady had a little difference, which the best friends, you know, sometimes

have; so my Lady Clonbrony was so condescending to give me up to my Lady Dashfortand I knew no

more than the child unborn that her ladyship had it in contemplation to cross the seas. But, to oblige my lady,

and as Colonel Heathcock, with his regiment of militia, was coming for purtection in the packet at the same

time, and we to have the governmentyacht, I waived my objections to Ireland. And, indeed, though I was

greatly frighted at first, having heard all we've heard, you know, my lord, from Lady Clonbrony, of there

being no living in Ireland, and expecting to see no trees nor accommodation, nor anything but bogs all along;

yet I declare, I was very agreeably surprised; for, as far as I've seen at Dublin and in the vicinity, the

accommodations, and everything of that nature, now is vastly putupable with!''My lord,' said Sir James

Brooke, 'we shall be late.' Lord Colambre, shortly withdrawing his whip from Mrs. Petito, turned his horse

away. She, stretching over the back of the barouche as he rode off, bawled to him

'My lord, we're at Stephen's Green, when we're at Dublin.' But as he did not choose to hear, she raised her

'And where are you, my lord, to be found!as I have a parcel of Miss Nugent's for you.'

'Cleverly done, faith!' said the major. 'I did not hear her say when Lady Dashfort is to be in town,' said

'What, Bowles! have you a mind to lose more of your guineas to Lady Dashfort, and to be jockied out of

'Oh! confound itno! I'll keep out of the way of thatI have had enough,' said Captain Bowles; 'it is my

Lord Colambre's turn now; you hear that Lady Dashfort would be very PROUD to see him. His lordship is in

for it, and with such an auxiliary as Mrs. Petito, Lady Dashfort has him for Lady Isabel, as sure as he has a

'My compliments to the ladies, but my heart is engaged,' said Lord Colambre; 'and my hand shall go with my

'Engaged! engaged to a very amiable, charming woman, no doubt,' said Sir James Brooke. 'I have an

excellent opinion of your taste; and if you can return the compliment to my judgment, take my advice: don't

trust to your heart's being engaged, much less plead that engagement; for it would be Lady Dashfort's sport,

and Lady Isabel's joy, to make you break your engagement, and break your mistress's heart; the fairer, the

more amiable, the more beloved, the greater the triumph, the greater the delight in giving pain. All the time

love would be out of the question; neither mother nor daughter would care if you were hanged, or, as Lady

'With such women, I should think a man's heart could be in no great danger,' said Lord Colambre.

'There you might be mistaken, my lord; there's a way to every man's heart, which no man in his own case is

aware of, but which every woman knows right well, and none better than these ladies by his vanity.'

'I am not so vain as to think myself without vanity,' said Lord Colambre; 'but love, I should imagine, is a

'You should imagine! Stay till you are tried, my lord. Excuse me,' said Captain Bowles, laughing.

Lord Colambre felt the good sense of this, and determined to have nothing to do with these dangerous ladies;

indeed, though he had talked, he had scarcely yet thought of them; for his imagination was intent upon that

packet from Miss Nugent, which Mrs. Petito said she had for him. He heard nothing of it, or of her, for some

days. He sent his servant every day to Stephen's Green to inquire if Lady Dashfort had returned to town. Her

ladyship at last returned; but Mrs. Petito could not deliver the parcel to any hand but Lord Colambre's own,

and she would not stir out, because her lady was indisposed. No longer able to restrain his impatience, Lord

Colambre went himselfknocked at Lady Dashfort's doorinquired for Mrs. Petitowas shown into her

parlour. The parcel was delivered to him; but to his utter disappointment, it was a parcel FOR, not FROM

Miss Nugent. It contained merely an odd volume of some book of Miss Nugent's which Mrs. Petito said she

had put up along with her things IN A MISTAKE, and she thought it her duty to return it by the next

Whilst Lord Colambre, to comfort himself for his disappointment, was fixing his eyes upon Miss Nugent's

name, written by her own hand, in the first leaf of the book, the door opened, and the figure of an

interestinglooking woman, in deep mourning, appearedappeared for one moment, and retired.

'Only my Lord Colambre, about a parcel I was bringing for him from England, my ladymy Lady Isabel,

my lord,' said Mrs. Petito. Whilst Mrs. Petito was saying this, the entrance and retreat had been made, and

made with such dignity, grace, and modesty; with such innocence, dovelike eyes had been raised upon him,

fixed and withdrawn; with such a gracious bend the Lady Isabel had bowed to him as she retired; with such a

smile, and with so soft a voice, had repeated 'Lord Colambre!' that his lordship, though well aware that all

'It is a pity it is only acting. There is certainly something very engaging in this woman. It is a pity she is an

actress. And so young! A much younger woman than I expected. A widow before most women are wives. So

young, surely she cannot be such a fiend as they described her to be!' A few nights afterwards Lord Colambre

was with some of his acquaintance at the theatre, when Lady Isabel and her mother came into the box, where

seats had been reserved for them, and where their appearance instantly made that sensation which is usually

created by the entrance of persons of the first notoriety in the fashionable world. Lord Colambre was not a

man to be dazzled by fashion, or to mistake notoriety for deference paid to merit, and for the admiration

commanded by beauty or talents. Lady Dashfort's coarse person, loud voice, daring manners, and indelicate

wit, disgusted him almost past endurance, He saw Sir James Brooke in the box opposite to him; and twice

determined to go round to him. His lordship had crossed the benches, and once his hand was upon the lock of

the door; but attracted as much by the daughter as repelled by the mother, he could move no farther. The

mother's masculine boldness heightened, by contrast, the charms of the daughter's soft sentimentality. The

Lady Isabel seemed to shrink from the indelicacy of her mother's manners, and seemed peculiarly distressed

by the strange efforts Lady Dashfort made, from time to time, to drag her forward, and to fix upon her the

attention of gentlemen. Colonel Heathcock, who, as Mrs. Petito had informed Lord Colambre, had come over

with his regiment to Ireland, was beckoned into their box by Lady Dashfort, by her squeezed into a seat next

to Lady Isabel; but Lady Isabel seemed to feel sovereign contempt, properly repressed by politeness, for

what, in a low whisper to a female friend on the other side of her, she called, 'the selfsufficient inanity of

this sad coxcomb.' Other coxcombs, of a more vivacious style, who stationed themselves round her mother,

or to whom her mother stretched from box to box to talk, seemed to engage no more of Lady Isabel's

attention than just what she was compelled to give by Lady Dashfort's repeated calls of

'Isabel! Isabel! Colonel G Isabel! Lord D bowing to you, Belie! Belie! Sir Harry B Isabel, child, with

your eyes on the stage? Did you never see a play before? Novice! Major P waiting to catch your eye this

quarter of an hour; and now her eyes gone down to her playbill! Sir Harry, do take it from her.

Lady Isabel appeared to suffer so exquisitely and so naturally from this persecution, that Lord Colambre said

'If this be acting, it is the best acting I ever saw. If this be art, it deserves to be nature.'

And with this sentiment he did himself the honour of handing Lady Isabel to her carriage this night, and with

this sentiment he awoke next morning; and by the time he had dressed and breakfasted he determined that it

was impossible all that he had seen could be acting. 'No woman, no young woman, could have such art. Sir

But Sir James Brooke this day received orders for his regiment to march to quarters in a distant part of

Ireland. His head was full of arms, and ammunition, and knapsacks, and billets, and routes; and there was no

possibility, even in the present chivalrous disposition of our hero, to enter upon the defence of the Lady

Isabel. Indeed, in the regret he felt for the approaching and unexpected departure of his friend, Lord

Colambre forgot the fair lady. But just when Sir James had his foot in the stirrup, he stopped.

'By the bye, my dear lord, I saw you at the play last night. You seemed to be much interested. Don't think me

impertinent, if I remind you of our conversation when we were riding home from Tusculum; and if I warn

you,' said he, mounting his horse, 'to beware of counterfeitsfor such are abroad.' Reining in his impatient

steed, Sir James turned again and added, 'DEEDS NOT WORDS, is my motto. Remember, we can judge

better by the conduct of people towards others than by their manner towards ourselves.'

Our hero was quite convinced of the good sense of his friend's last remark, that it is safer to judge of people

by their conduct to others than by their manners towards ourselves; but as yet, he felt scarcely any interest on

the subject of Lady Dashfort or Lady Isabel's characters; however, he inquired and listened to all the evidence

He heard terrible reports of the mischief they had done in families; the extravagance into which they had led

men; the imprudence, to say no worse, into which they had betrayed women. Matches broken off, reputations

ruined, husbands alienated from their wives, and wives made jealous of their husbands. But in some of these

stories he discovered exaggeration so flagrant as to make him doubt the whole; in others, it could not be

positively determined whether the mother or daughter had been the person most to blame.

Lord Colambre always followed the charitable rule of believing only half what the world says, and here he

thought it fair to believe which half he pleased. He further observed, that, though all joined in abusing these

ladies in their absence, when present they seemed universally admired. Though everybody cried 'Shame!' and

'shocking!' yet everybody visited them. No parties so crowded as Lady Dashfort's; no party deemed pleasant

or fashionable where Lady Dashfort or Lady Isabel was not. The bon mots of the mother were everywhere

repeated; the dress and air of the daughter everywhere imitated. Yet Lord Colambre could not help being

surprised at their popularity in Dublin, because, independently of all moral objections, there were causes of a

different sort, sufficient, he thought, to prevent Lady Dashfort from being liked by the Irish; indeed by any

society. She in general affected to be illbred, and inattentive to the feelings and opinions of others; careless

whom she offended by her wit or by her decided tone. There are some persons in so high a region of fashion,

that they imagine themselves above the thunder of vulgar censure. Lady Dashfort felt herself in this exalted

situation, and fancied she might 'hear the innocuous thunder roll below.' Her rank was so high that none could

dare to call her vulgar; what would have been gross in any one of meaner note, in her was freedom, or

originality, or Lady Dashfort's way. It was Lady Dashfort's pleasure and pride to show her power in

perverting the public taste. She often said to those English companions with whom she was intimate, 'Now

see what follies I can lead these fools into. Hear the nonsense I can make them repeat as wit.' Upon some

occasion, one of her friends VENTURED to fear that something she had said was TOO STRONG. 'Too

strong, was it? Well, I like to be strongwoe be to the weak.' On another occasion she was told that certain

visitors had seen her ladyship yawning. 'Yawn, did I?glad of itthe yawn sent them away, or I should

have snored;rude, was I? they won't complain. To say I was rude to them would be to say, that I did not

think it worth my while to be otherwise. Barbarians! are not we the civilised English, come to teach them

manners and fashions? Whoever does not conform, and swear allegiance too, we shall keep out of the English

Lady Dashfort forced her way, and she set the fashion: fashion, which converts the ugliest dress into what is

beautiful and charming, governs the public mode in morals and in manners; and thus, when great talents and

With Lord Colambre she played more artfully; she drew him out in defence of his beloved country, and gave

him opportunities of appearing to advantage; this he could not help feeling, especially when the Lady Isabel

was present. Lady Dashfort had dealt long enough with human nature to know, that to make any man pleased

Insensibly the antipathy that Lord Colambre had originally felt to Lady Dashfort wore off; her faults, he

began to think, were assumed; he pardoned her defiance of good breeding, when he observed that she could,

when she chose it, be most engagingly polite. It was not that she did not know what was right, but that she

The party opposed to Lady Dashfort affirmed that her wit depended merely on unexpectedness; a

characteristic which may be applied to any impropriety of speech, manner, or conduct. In some of her

ladyship's repartees, however, Lord Colambre now acknowledged there was more than unexpectedness; there

was real wit; but it was of a sort utterly unfit for a woman, and he was sorry that Lady Isabel should hear it.

In short, exceptionable as it was altogether, Lady Dashfort's conversation had become entertaining to him;

and though he could never esteem or feel in the least interested about her, he began to allow that she could be

'Ay, I knew how it would be,' said she, when some of her friends told her this. 'He began by detesting me, and

did I not tell you that, if I thought it worth my while to make him like me, he must, sooner or later. I delight

in seeing people begin with me as they do with olives, making all manner of horrid faces and silly

protestations that they will never touch an olive again as long as they live; but, after a little time, these very

folk. grow so desperately fond of olives, that there is no dessert without them. Isabel, child, you are in the

sweet linebut sweets cloy. You never heard of anybody living on marmalade, did ye?'Lady Isabel

answered by a sweet smile.'To do you justice, you play Lydia Languish vastly well,' pursued the mother;

'but Lydia, by herself, would soon tire; somebody must keep up the spirit and bustle, and carry on the plot of

the piece; and I am that somebodyas you shall see. Is not that our hero's voice, which I hear on the stairs?'

It was Lord Colambre. His lordship had by this time become a constant visitor at Lady Dashfort's. Not that he

had forgotten, or that he meant to disregard his friend Sir James Brooke's parting words. He promised himself

faithfully, that if anything should occur to give him reason to suspect designs, such as those to which the

warning pointed, he would be on his guard, and would prove his generalship by an able retreat. But to

imagine attacks where none were attempted, to suspect ambuscades in the open country, would be ridiculous

'No,' thought our hero; 'Heaven forfend I should be such a coxcomb as to fancy every woman who speaks to

me has designs upon my precious heart, or on my more precious estate!' As he walked from his hotel to Lady

Dashfort's house, ingeniously wrong, he came to this conclusion, just as he ascended the stairs, and just as her

After talking over the nothings of the day, and after having given two or three CUTS at the society of Dublin,

with two or three compliments to individuals, who, she knew, were favourites with his lordship, she suddenly

'My lord, I think you told me, or my own sagacity discovered, that you want to see something of Ireland, and

that you don't intend, like most travellers, to turn round, see nothing, and go home content.'

Lord Colambre assured her ladyship that she had judged him rightly, for, that nothing would content him but

seeing all that was possible to be seen of his native country. It was for this special purpose he came to Ireland.

'Ah!wellvery good purposecan't be better; but now, how to accomplish it. You know the Portuguese

proverb says, "You go to hell for the good things you intend to do, and to heaven for those you do." Now let

us see what you will do. Dublin, I suppose, you've seen enough of by this time; through and through round

and round this makes me first giddy and then sick. Let me show you the countrynot the face of it, but the

body of it the people. Not Castle this, or Newtown that, but their inhabitants. I know them; I have the key,

or the picklock to their minds. An Irishman is as different an animal on his guard, and off his guard, as a miss

in school from a miss out of school. A fine country for game, I'll show you; and, if you are a good marksman,

Lord Colambre smiled. 'As to Isabel,' pursued her ladyship, 'I shall put her in charge of Heathcock, who is

going with us. She won't thank me for that, but you will. Nay, no fibs, man; you know, I know, as who does

not that has seen the world, that though a pretty woman is a mighty pretty thing, yet she is confoundedly in

Every objection anticipated and removed, and so far a prospect held out of attaining all the information he

desired, with more than all the amusement he could have expected, Lord Colambre seemed much tempted to

accept the invitation; but he hesitated, because, as he said, her ladyship might be going to pay visits where he

'Bless you! don't let that be a stumblingblock in the way of your tender conscience. I am going to

Killpatrickstown, where you'll be as welcome as light. You know them, they know you; at least you shall

have a proper letter of invitation from my Lord and my Lady Killpatrick, and all that. And as to the rest, you

know a young man is always welcome everywhere, a young nobleman kindly welcome,I won't say such a

young man, and such a young nobleman, for that might put you to pour bows or your blushes but

NOBILITAS by itself, nobility is enough in all parties, in all families, where there are girls, and of course

balls, as there are always at Killpatrickstown. Don't be alarmed; you shall not be forced to dance, or asked to

marry. I'll be your security. You shall be at full liberty; and it is a house where you can do just what you will.

Indeed, I go to no others. These Killpatricks are the best creatures in the world; they think nothing good or

grand enough for me. If I'd let them, they would lay down cloth of gold over their bogs for me to walk upon.

Goodhearted beings!' added Lady Dashfort, marking a cloud gathering on Lord Colambre's countenance.

'I laugh at them, because I love them. I could not love anything I might not laugh atyour lordship excepted.

'Everything here sumptuous and unfinished, you see,' said Lady Dashfort to Lord Colambre, the day after

their arrival. 'All begun as if the projectors thought they had the command of the mines of Peru, and ended as

if the possessors had not sixpence; DES ARRANGEMENS PROVISATOIRES, temporary expedients; in

plain English, MAKESHIFTS. Luxuries, enough for an English prince of the blood; comforts, not enough

for an English woman. And you may be sure that great repairs and alterations have gone on to fit this house

for our reception, and for our English eyes!Poor people!English visitors, in this point of view, are

horribly expensive to the Irish. Did you ever hear that, in the last century, or in the century before the last, to

put my story far enough back, so that it shall not touch anybody living ; when a certain English nobleman,

Lord Blank A, sent to let his Irish friend, Lord Blank B, know that he and all his train were coming over

to pay him a visit; the Irish nobleman, Blank B, knowing the deplorable condition of his castle, sat down

fairly to calculate whether it would cost him most to put the building in good and sufficient repair, fit to

receive these English visitors, or to burn it to the ground. He found the balance to be in favour of burning,

which was wisely accomplished next day. Perhaps Killpatrick would have done well to follow this example.

Resolve me which is worst, to be burnt out of house and home, or to be eaten out of house and home. In this

house, above and below stairs, including first and second table, housekeeper's room, lady's maids' room,

butler's room, and gentleman's, one hundred and four people sit down to dinner every day, as Petito informs

me, beside kitchen boys, and what they call CHARwomen who never sit down, but who do not eat or waste

the less for that; and retainers and friends, friends to the fifth and sixth generation, who "must get their bit and

their sup;" for, "sure, it's only Biddy," they say,' continued Lady Dashfort, imitating their Irish brogue. 'find,

"sure, 'tis nothing at all, out of all his honour, my lord, has. How could he FEEL it! [Feel it: become sensible

of it, know it.] Long life to him! He's not that way: not a couple in all Ireland, and that's saying a great dale,

looks less after their own, nor is more offhandeder, or openhearteder, or greater openhousekeepers,

NOR [than] my Lord and my Lady Killpatrick." Now there's encouragement for a lord and a lady to ruin

Lady Dashfort imitated the Irish brogue in perfection; boasted that 'she was mistress of fourteen different

brogues, and had brogues for all occasions.' By her mixture of mimickry, sarcasm, exaggeration, and truth,

she succeeded continually in making Lord Colambre laugh at everything at which she wished to make him

laugh; at every THING, but not every BODY whenever she became personal, he became serious, or at least

endeavoured to become serious; and if he could not instantly resume the command of his risible muscles, he

'It is shameful to laugh at these people, indeed, Lady Dashfort, in their own housethese hospitable people,

All expostulation was thus turned off by a jest, as it was her pride to make Lord Colambre laugh in spite of

his better feelings and principles. This he saw, and this seemed to him to be her sole object; but there he was

mistaken. OFFHANDED as she pretended to be, none dealt more in the IMPROMPTU FAIT A LOISIR;

and mentally shortsighted as she affected to be, none had more LONGANIMITY for their own interest.

It was her settled purpose to make the Irish and Ireland ridiculous and contemptible to Lord Colambre; to

disgust him with his native country; to make him abandon the wish of residing on his own estate. To confirm

him an absentee was her object previously to her ultimate plan of marrying him to her daughter. Her daughter

was poor, she would therefore be glad to GET an Irish peer for her; but would be very sorry, she said, to see

Isabel banished to Ireland; and the young widow declared she could never bring herself to be buried alive in

In addition to these considerations, Lady Dashfort received certain hints from Mrs. Petito, which worked all

'Why, yes, my lady; I heard a great deal about all that when I was at Lady Clonbrony's,' said Petito, one day,

as she was attending at her lady's toilette, and encouraged to begin chattering. 'And I own I was originally

under the universal error, that my Lord Colambre was to be married to the great heiress, Miss Broadhurst; but

I have been converted and reformed on that score, and am at present quite in another way and style of

Petito paused, in hopes that her lady would ask, what was her present way of thinking? But Lady Dashfort,

certain that she would tell her without being asked, did not take the trouble to speak, particularly as she did

not choose to appear violently interested on the subject.'My present way of thinking,' resumed Petito, 'is in

consequence of my having, with my own eyes and ears, witnessed and overheard his lordship's behaviour and

words, the morning he was coming away from LUNNUN for Ireland; when he was morally certain nobody

was up, nor overhearing, nor overseeing him, there did I notice him, my lady, stopping in the antechamber,

ejaculating over one of Miss Nugent's gloves, which he had picked up. "Limerick!" said he, quite loud to

himself; for it was a Limerick glove, my lady,"Limerick!dear Ireland! she loves you as well as I

do!"or words to that effect; and then a sigh, and downstairs and off: So, thinks I, now the cat's out of the

bag. And I wouldn't give much myself for Miss Broadhurst's chance of that young lord, with all her bank

stock, scrip, and OMNUM. Now, I see how the land lies, and I'm sorry for it; for she's no FORTIN; and she's

so proud, she never said a hint to me of the matter; but my Lord Colambre is a sweet gentleman; and'

'Petito! don't run on so; you must not meddle with what you don't understand: the Miss Killpatricks, to be

sure, are sweet girls, particularly the youngest.'Her ladyship's toilette was finished; and she left Petito to go

down to my Lady Killpatrick's woman, to tell, as a very great secret, the schemes that were in contemplation

'So Ireland is at the bottom of his heart, is it?' repeated Lady Dashfort to herself; 'it shall not be long so.' From

this time forward, not a day, scarcely an hour passed, but her ladyship did or said something to depreciate the

country, or its inhabitants, in our hero's estimation. With treacherous ability, she knew and followed all the

arts of misrepresentation ; all those injurious arts which his friend, Sir James Brooke, had, with such honest

indignation, reprobated. She knew how, not only to seize the ridiculous points, to make the most respectable

people ridiculous, but she knew how to select the worst instances, the worst exceptions; and to produce them

as examples, as precedents, from which to condemn whole classes, and establish general false conclusions

In the neighbourhood of Killpatrickstown, Lady Dashfort said, there were several SQUIREENS, or little

squires; a race of men who have succeeded to the BUCKEENS, described by Young and Crumpe.

SQUIREENS are persons who, with good long leases, or valuable farms, possess incomes from three to eight

hundred a year; who keep a pack of hounds; TAKE OUT a commission of the peace, sometimes before they

can spell (as her ladyship said), and almost always before they know anything of law or justice! Busy and

loud about small matters; JOBBERS AT ASSIZES, combining with one another, and trying upon every

occasion, public or private, to push themselves forward, to the annoyance of their superiors, and the terror of

In the usual course of things, these men are not often to be found in the society of gentry; except, perhaps,

among those gentlemen or noblemen who like to see hangerson at their tables; or who find it for their

convenience to have underling magistrates, to protect their favourites, or to propose and CARRY jobs for

them on grand juries. At election times, however, these persons rise into sudden importance with all who

have views upon the county. Lady Dashfort hinted to Lord Killpatrick, that her private letters from England

spoke of an approaching dissolution of Parliament; she knew that, upon this hint, a round of invitations would

be sent to the squireens; and she was morally certain that they would be more disagreeable to Lord Colambre,

and give him a worse idea of the country, than any other people who could be produced. Day after day some

of these personages made their appearance; and Lady Dashfort took care to draw them out upon the subjects

on which she knew that they would show the most selfsufficient ignorance, and the most illiberal spirit. This

succeeded beyond her most sanguine expectations. 'Lord Colambre! how I pity you, for being compelled to

these permanent sittings after dinner!' said Lady Isabel to him one night, when he came late to the ladies from

the diningroom. 'Lord Killpatrick insisted upon my staying to help him to push about that neverending,

stillbeginning electioneering bottle,' said Lord Colambre. 'Oh! if that were all; if these gentlemen would

only drink;but their conversation! I don't wonder my mother dreads returning to Clonbrony Castle, if my

'Oh, indispensable! Positively indispensable!' cried Lady Dashfort; 'no living in Ireland without it. You know,

in every country in the world, you must live with the people of the country, or be torn to pieces; for my part, I

Lady Dashfort and Lady Isabel knew how to take advantage of the contrast between their own conversation,

and that of the persons by whom Lord Colambre was so justly disgusted; they happily relieved his fatigue

with wit, satire, poetry, and sentiment; so that he every day became more exclusively fond of their company;

for Lady Killpatrick and the Miss Killpatricks were mere commonplace people. In the mornings, he rode or

walked with Lady Dashfort and Lady Isabel: Lady Dashfort, by way of fulfilling her promise of showing him

the people, used frequently to take him into the cabins, and talk to their inhabitants. Lord and Lady

Killpatrick, who had lived always for the fashionable world, had taken little pains to improve the condition of

their tenants; the few attempts they had made were injudicious. They had built ornamented, picturesque

cottages, within view of their demesne ; and favourite followers of the family, people with half a century's

habit of indolence and dirt, were PROMOTED to these fine dwellings. The consequences were such as Lady

Dashfort delighted to point out; everything let to go to ruin for the want of a moment's care, or pulled to

pieces for the sake of the most trifling surreptitious profit; the people most assisted always appearing

proportionally wretched and discontented. No one could, with more ease and more knowledge of her ground,

than Lady Dashfort, do the DISHONOUR of a country. In every cabin that she entered, by the first glance of

her eye at the head, kerchiefed in no comely guise, or by the drawndown corners of the mouth, or by the bit

of a broken pipe, which in Ireland never characterises STOUT LABOUR, or by the first sound of the voice,

the drawling accent on 'your honour,' or, 'my lady,' she could distinguish the proper objects of her charitable

designs, that is to say, those of the old uneducated race, whom no one can help, because they will never help

themselves. To these she constantly addressed herself, making them give, in all their despairing tones, a

history of their complaints and grievances; then asking them questions, aptly contrived to expose their habits

of self contradiction, their servility and flattery one moment, and their litigious and encroaching spirit the

next: thus giving Lord Colambre the most unfavourable idea of the disposition and character of the lower

Lady Isabel the while standing by, with the most amiable air of pity, with expressions of the finest moral

sensibility, softening all her mother said, finding ever some excuse for the poor creatures, and following with

When Lady Dashfort thought she had sufficiently worked upon Lord Colambre's mind to weaken his

enthusiasm for his native country, and when Lady Isabel had, by the appearance of every virtue, added to a

delicate preference, if not partiality, for our hero, ingratiated herself into his good opinion and obtained an

interest in his mind, the wily mother ventured an attack of a more decisive nature; and so contrived it was,

that, if it failed, it should appear to have been made without design to injure, and in total ignorance.

One day, Lady Dashfort, who in fact was not proud of her family, though she pretended to be so, had herself

prevailed on, though with much difficulty, by Lady Killpatrick, to do the very thing she wanted to do, to

show her genealogy, which had been beautifully blazoned, and which was to be produced as evidence in the

lawsuit that brought her to Ireland. Lord Colambre stood politely looking on and listening, while her ladyship

explained the splendid intermarriages of her family, pointing to each medallion that was filled gloriously

with noble, and even with royal names, till at last she stopped short, and covering one medallion with her

'Pass over that, dear Lady Killpatrick. You are not to see that, Lord Colambrethat's a little blot in our

scutcheon. You know, Isabel, we never talk of that prudent match of greatuncle John's; what could he

expect by marrying into THAT family, where you know all the men were not SANS PEUR, and none of the

'Not one, Isabel,' persisted Lady Dashfort; 'there was Lady , and the other sister, that married the man with

the long nose; and the daughter again, of whom they contrived to make an honest woman, by getting her

married in time to a BLUERIBBAND, and who contrived to get herself into Doctors' Commons the very

'Well, dear mamma, that is enough, and too much. Oh! pray don't go on,' cried Lady Isabel, who had

appeared very much distressed during her mother's speech. 'You don't know what you are saying; indeed,

'Very likely, child; but that compliment I can return to you on the spot, and with interest; for you seem to me,

at this instant, not to know either what you are saying or what you are doing. Come, come, explain.'

'Nay, there you are wrong, Isabel; in point of goodbreeding, anything is better than hints and mystery. Since

I have been so unlucky as to touch upon the subject, better go through with it, and, with all the boldness of

innocence ask the question, Are you, my Lord Colambre, or are you not, related or connected with any of the

'Not that I know of,' said Lord Colambre; 'but I really am so bad a genealogist, that I cannot answer

'Then I must put the substance of my question into a new form. Have you, or have you not, a cousin of the

'Miss Nugent!Grace Nugent!Yes,' said Lord Colambre, with as much firmness of voice as he could

command, and with as little change of countenance as possible; but, as the question came upon him so

unexpectedly, it was not in his power to answer with an air of absolute indifference and composure.

'My aunt, by marriage; her maiden name was Reynolds, I think. But she died when I was quite a child. I

know very little about her. I never saw her in my life; but I am certain she was a Reynolds.'

'Oh, my dear lord,' continued Lady Dashfort; 'I am perfectly aware that she did take and bear the name of

Reynolds; but that was not her maiden nameher maiden name was; but perhaps it is a family secret that has

been kept, for some good reason from you, and from the poor girl herself; the maiden name was St. Omar,

depend upon it. Nay, I would not have told this to you, my lord, if I could have conceived that it would affect

you so violently,' pursued Lady Dashfort, in a tone of raillery; 'you see you are no worse off than we are. We

have an intermarriage with the St. Omars. I did not think you would be so much shocked at a discovery,

Lord Colambre endeavoured to answer, and mechanically said something about, 'happy to have the honour.'

Lady Dashfort, truly happy to see that her blow had hit the mark so well, turned from his lordship without

seeming to observe how seriously he was affected; and Lady Isabel sighed, and looked with compassion on

Lord Colambre, and then reproachfully at her mother. But Lord Colambre heeded not her looks, and heard

not of her sighs; he heard nothing, saw nothing, though his eyes were intently fixed on the genealogy, on

which Lady Dashfort was still descanting to Lady Killpatrick. He took the first opportunity he could of

'There he is, departed, but not in peace, to reflect upon what has been said,' whispered Lady Dashfort to her

'None of the women SANS REPROCHE! None!without one exception,' said Lord Colambre to himself;

'and Grace Nugent's mother a St. Omar!Is it possible? Lady Dashfort seems certain. She could not assert a

positive falsehoodno motive. She does not know that Miss Nugent is the person to whom I am attached she

spoke at random. And I have heard it first from a strangernot from my mother. Why was it kept secret

from me? Now I understand the reason why my mother evidently never wished that I should think of Miss

Nugentwhy she always spoke so vehemently against the marriages of relations, of cousins. Why not tell

Lord Colambre had the greatest dread of marrying any woman whose mother had conducted herself ill. His

reason, his prejudices, his pride, his delicacy, and even his limited experience, were all against it. All his

hopes, his plans of future happiness, were shaken to their very foundation; he felt as if he had received a blow

that stunned his mind, and from which he could not recover his faculties. The whole of that day he was like

one in a dream. At night the painful idea continually recurred to him; and whenever he was falling asleep, the

sound of Lady Dashfort's voice returned upon his ear, saying the words, 'What could he expect when he

In the morning he rose early; and the first thing he did was to write a letter to his mother, requesting (unless

there was some important reason for her declining to answer the question) that she would immediately relieve

his mind from a great UNEASINESS (he altered the word four times, but at last left it UNEASINESS). He

stated what he had heard, and besought his mother to tell him the whole truth, without reserve.

One morning Lady Dashfort had formed an ingenious scheme for leaving Lady Isabel and Lord Colambre

TETEATETE; but the sudden entrance of Heathcock disconcerted her intentions. He came to beg Lady

Dashfort's interest with Count O'Halloran, for permission to hunt and shoot on his grounds.'Not for myself,

'pon honour, but for two officers who are quartered at the next town here, who will indubitably hang or

'Who is this Count O'Halloran?' said Lord Colambre. Miss White, Lady Killpatrick's companion, said 'he was

a great oddity;' Lady Dashfort, 'that he was singular;' and the clergyman of the parish, who was at breakfast,

'All I know of him,' said Heathcock, 'is, that he is a great sportsman, with a long queue, a goldlaced hat, and

long skirts to a laced waistcoat.' Lord Colambre expressed a wish to see this extraordinary personage; and

Lady Dashfort, to cover her former design, and, perhaps, thinking absence might be as effectual as too much

propinquity, immediately offered to call upon the officers in their way, and carry them with Heathcock and

Lady Isabel retired with much mortification, but with becoming grace; and Captain Benson and Captain

Williamson were taken to the count's. Captain Benson, who was a famous WHIP, took his seat on the box of

the barouche, and the rest of the party had the pleasure of her ladyship's conversation for three or four miles:

of her ladyship's conversationfor Lord Colambre's thoughts were far distant; Captain Williamson had not

They arrived at Halloran Castlea fine old building, part of it in ruins, and part repaired with great judgment

and taste. When the carriage stopped, a respectablelooking manservant appeared on the steps, at the open

Count O'Halloran was out ahunting; but his servant said 'that he would be at home immediately, if Lady

On one side of the lofty and spacious hall stood the skeleton of an elk; on the other side, the perfect skeleton

of a moosedeer, which, as the servant said, his master had made out, with great care, from the different

bones of many of this curious species of deer, found in the lakes in the neighbourhood. The brace of officers

witnessed their wonder with sundry strange oaths and exclamations.'Eh! 'pon honourre'lly now!' said

Heathcock; and, too genteel to wonder at or admire anything in the creation, dragged out his watch with some

difficulty, saying, 'I wonder now whether they are likely to think of giving us anything to eat in this place?'

And, turning his back upon the moosedeer, he straight walked out again upon the steps, called to his groom,

and began to make some inquiry about his led horse. Lord Colambre surveyed the prodigious skeletons with

rational curiosity, and with that sense of awe and admiration, by which a superior mind is always struck on

'Come, my dear lord!' said Lady Dashfort; 'with our sublime sensations, we are keeping my old friend, Mr.

Alick Brady, this venerable person, waiting, to show us into the receptionroom.'

'My lady, the receptionroom has been lately paintedthe smell of paint may be disagreeable; with your

He opened the door, went in before her, and stood holding up his finger, as if making a signal of silence to

some one within. Her ladyship entered, and found herself in the midst of an odd assembly: an eagle, a goat, a

dog, an otter, several gold and silver fish in a glass globe, and a white mouse in a cage. The eagle, quick of

eye but quiet of demeanour, was perched upon his stand; the otter lay under the table, perfectly harmless; the

Angora goat, a beautiful and remarkably little creature of its kind, with long, curling, silky hair, was walking

about the room with the air of a beauty and a favourite; the dog, a tall Irish greyhoundone of the few of

that fine race which is now almost extincthad been given to Count O'Halloran by an Irish nobleman, a

relation of Lady Dashfort's. This dog, who had formerly known her ladyship, looked at her with ears erect,

recognised her, and went to meet her the moment she entered. The servant answered for the peaceable

behaviour of all the rest of the company of animals, and retired. Lady Dashfort began to feed the eagle from a

silver plate on his stand; Lord Colambre examined the inscription on his collar; the other men stood in amaze.

Heathcock, who came in last, astonished out of his constant 'Eh! re'lly now!' the moment he put himself in at

the door, exclaimed, 'Zounds! what's all this live lumber?' and he stumbled over the goat, who was at that

moment crossing the way. The colonel's spur caught in the goat's curly beard; the colonel shook his foot, and

entangled the spur worse and worse; the goat struggled and butted; the colonel skated forward on the polished

The indignant eagle screamed, and, passing by, perched on Heathcock's shoulders. Too wellbred to have

recourse to the terrors of his beak, he scrupled not to scream, and flap his wings about the colonel's ears.

Lady Dashfort, the while, threw herself back in her chair, laughing, and begging Heathcock's pardon. 'Oh,

take care of the dog, my dear colonel!' cried she; 'for this kind of dog seizes his enemy by the back, and

shakes him to death.' The officers, holding their sides, laughed, and beggedno pardon; while Lord

Colambre, the only person who was not absolutely incapacitated, tried to disentangle the spur, and to liberate

the colonel from the goat, and the goat from the colonel; an attempt in which he at last succeeded, at the

expense of a considerable portion of the goat's beard. The eagle, however, still kept his place; and, yet

mindful of the wrongs of his insulted friend the goat, had stretched his wings to give another buffet. Count

O'Halloran entered; and the bird, quitting his prey, flew down to greet his master. The count was a fine old

militarylooking gentleman, fresh from the chace: his hunting accoutrements hanging carelessly about him,

he advanced, unembarrassed, to the lady; and received his other guests with a mixture of military ease and

Without adverting to the awkward and ridiculous situation in which he had found poor Heathcock, he

apologised in general for his troublesome favourites. 'For one of them,' said he, patting the head of the dog,

which lay quiet at Lady Dashfort's feet, 'I see I have no need to apologise; he is where he ought to be. Poor

fellow! he has never lost his taste for the good company to which he was early accustomed. As to the rest,'

said he, turning to Lady Dashfort, 'a mouse, a bird, and a fish, are, you know, tribute from earth, air, and

'But from no barbarous Scythian!' said Lord Colambre, smiling. The count looked at Lord Colambre, as at a

person worthy his attention; but his first care was to keep the peace between his loving subjects and his

foreign visitors. It was difficult to dislodge the old settlers, to make room for the newcomers; but he adjusted

these things with admirable facility; and, with a master's hand and master's eye, compelled each favourite to

retreat into the back settlements. With becoming attention, he stroked and kept quiet old Victory, his eagle,

who eyed Colonel Heathcock still, as if he did not like him; and whom the colonel eyed, as if he wished his

neck fairly wrung off. The little goat had nestled himself close up to his liberator, Lord Colambre, and lay

perfectly quiet, with his eyes closed, going very wisely to sleep, and submitting philosophically to the loss of

one half of his beard. Conversation now commenced, and was carried on by Count O'Halloran with much

ability and spirit, and with such quickness of discrimination and delicacy of taste, as quite surprised and

delighted our hero. To the lady, the count's attention was first directed: he listened to her as she spoke,

bending with an air of deference and devotion. She made her request for permission for Major Benson and

Captain Williamson to hunt and shoot in his grounds; this was instantly granted.

'Her ladyship's requests were to him commands,' the count said. 'His gamekeeper should be instructed to give

Then turning to the officers, he said he had just heard that several regiments of English militia had lately

landed in Ireland; that one regiment was arrived at Killpatrickstown. He rejoiced in the advantages Ireland,

and he hoped he might be permitted to add, England, would probably derive from the exchange of the militia

of both countries; habits would be improved, ideas enlarged. The two countries have the same interest; and,

from the inhabitants discovering more of each other's good qualities, and interchanging little good offices in

common life, their esteem and affection for each other would increase, and rest upon the firm basis of mutual

'The major looks so like a stuffed man of straw,' whispered Lady Dashfort to Lord Colambre; 'and the captain

Count O'Halloran now turned the conversation to field sports, and then the captain and major opened at once.

'Pray now, sir?' said the major, 'you foxhunt in this country, I suppose; and now do you manage the thing

here as we do? Over night, you know, before the hunt, when the fox is out, stopping up the earths of the cover

we mean to draw, and all the rest for four miles round. Next morning we assemble at the cover's side, and the

huntsman throws in the hounds. The gossip here is no small part of the entertainment; but as soon as we hear

'The favourite hounds, to be sure,' continued Benson; 'there is a dead silence, till pug is well out of cover, and

the whole pack well in; then cheer the hounds with tallyho! till your lungs crack. Away he goes in gallant

style, and the whole field is hard up, till pug takes a stiff country; then they who haven't pluck lag, see no

more of him, and, with a fine blazing scent, there are but few of us in at the death.'

'Well, we are fairly in at the death, I hope,' said Lady Dashfort; 'I was thrown out sadly at one time in the

Lord Colambre, with the count's permission, took up a book in which the count's pencil lay, PASLEY ON

THE MILITARY POLICY OF GREAT BRITAIN; it was marked with many notes of admiration, and with

Lord Colambre read one of the marked passages, beginning with, 'All that distinguishes a soldier in outward

appearance from a citizen is so trifling' but at this instant our hero's attention was distracted by seeing in a

'Burialplace of the Nugents.' 'Pray now, sir,' said Captain Williamson, 'if I don't interrupt you, as you are

such a famous foxhunter, maybe, you may be a fisherman too; and now in Ireland do you, MR.'

A smart pinch on his elbow from his major, who stood behind him, stopped the captain short, as he

pronounced the word MR. Like all awkward people, he turned directly to ask, by his looks, what was the

The major took advantage of his discomfiture, and, stepping before him, determined to have the fishing to

'But pray, count, in this country, do you arm your hook this ways? Give me leave;' taking the whip from

Williamson's reluctant hand, 'this ways, laying the outermost part of your feather this fashion next to your

hook, and the point next to your shank, this wise, and that wise; and then, sir,count, you take the hackle of

'And work your gold and silver thread,' pursued Benson, 'up to your wings, and when your head's made, you

'The gentleman knows how a head's made; any man can make a head, I suppose; so, sir, you fasten all.'

'You'll never get your head fast on that way, while the world stands,' cried Williamson.

'Fast enough for all purposes; I'll bet you a rump and dozen, captain; and then, sir,count, you divide your

The count, to reconcile matters, produced from an Indian cabinet, which he had opened for the lady's

inspection, a little basket containing a variety of artificial flies of curious construction, which, as he spread

them on the table, made Williamson and Benson's eyes almost sparkle with delight. There was the DUN

FLY, for the month of March; and the STONEFLY, much in vogue for April; and the RUDDYFLY, of red

Lord Colambre, whose head was in the burialplace of the Nugents, wished them all at the bottom of the sea.

'And the GREENFLY, and the MOORISHFLY!' cried Benson, snatching them up with transport; 'and,

chief, the SADYELLOW FLY, in which the fish delight in June; the SADYELLOWFLY, made with

the buzzard's wings, bound with black braked hemp, and the SHELLFLY for the middle of July, made of

greenish wool, wrapped about with the herle of a peacock's tail, famous for creating excellent sport.' All these

'Eh! 'pon honour! re'lly now,' were the first words which Heathcock had uttered since his battle with the goat.

'My dear Heathcock, are you alive still?' said Lady Dashfort; 'I had really forgotten your existence.'

'Your ladyship has the advantage of me there,' said Heathcock, stretching himself; 'I wish I could forget my

'Why, look you there, sir,' pointing to the flies, 'and tell a body life's a bore.'

'Not alwaysbut sometimes,' said Williamson, laughing; 'for I suspect shrewdly you've forgot some of your

'Eh! 'pon honour! re'lly now!' said the colonel, retreating again to his safe entrenchment of affectation, from

''Pon honour,' cried Lady Dashfort, 'I can swear for Heathcock, that I have eaten excellent hares and ducks of

his shooting, which, to my knowledge,' added she, in a loud whisper, 'he bought in the market.'

EMPTUM APRUM!' said Lord Colambre to the count, without danger of being understood by those whom it

The count smiled a second time; but politely turning the attention of the company from the unfortunate

colonel by addressing himself to the laughing sportsmen, 'Gentlemen, you seem to value these,' said he,

sweeping the artificial flies from the table into the little basket from which they had been taken; 'would you

do me the honour to accept of them? They are all of my own making, and consequently of Irish manufacture.'

Then, ringing the bell, he asked Lady Dashfort's permission to have the basket put into her carriage.

Benson and Williamson followed the servant, to prevent them from being tossed into the boot. Heathcock

Count O'Halloran turned from him to Lord Colambre, who had just got happily to THE BURIALPLACE

OF THE NUGENTS, when Lady Dashfort, coming between them, and spying the title of the chapter,

'What have you there?Antiquities! my delight!but I never look at engravings when I can see realities.'

Lord Colambre was then compelled to follow, as she led the way into the hall, where the count took down

golden ornaments, and brassheaded spears, and jointed horns of curious workmanship, that had been found

on his estate; and he told of spermaceti wrapped in carpets, and he showed small urns, enclosing ashes; and

from among these urns he selected one, which he put into the hands of Lord Colambre, telling him that it had

been lately found in an old abbeyground in his neighbourhood, which had been the burialplace of some of

'I was just looking at the account of it, in the book which you saw open on my table.And as you seem to

take an interest in that family, my lord, perhaps,' said the count, 'you may think this urn worth your

Lord Colambre said, 'It would be highly valuable to himas the Nugents were his near relations.'

Lady Dashfort little expected this blow; she, however, carried him off to the moosedeer, and from

moosedeer to roundtowers, to various architectural antiquities, and to the real and fabulous history of

Ireland, on all which the count spoke with learning and enthusiasm. But now, to Colonel Heathcock's great

joy and relief, a handsome collation appeared in the diningroom, of which Ulick opened the foldingdoors.

'It will be, when it is finished,' said the count. 'I am afraid,' added he, smiling, 'I live like many other Irish

gentlemen, who never are, but always to be, blest with a good house. I began on too large a scale, and can

''Pon honour! here's a good thing, which I hope we shall live to finish,' said Heathcock, sitting down before

the collation; and heartily did he eat of grouse pie, and of Irish ortolans, which, as Lady Dashfort observed,

The count recommended to Lady Dashfort some of 'that delicate sweetmeat, the Irish plum.'

'Bless me, sircount!' cried Williamson, 'it's by far the best thing of the kind I ever tasted in all my life:

'In Dublin, at my dear Mrs. Godey's; where ONLY, in his Majesty's dominions, it is to be had,' said the count.

The whole dish vanished in a few seconds. ''Pon honour! I do believe this is the thing the queen's so fond of,'

Then heartily did he drink of the count's excellent Hungarian wines; and, by the common bond of sympathy

between those who have no other tastes but eating and drinking, the colonel, the major, and the captain were

Whilst 'they prolonged the rich repast,' Lady Dashfort and Lord Colambre went to the window to admire the

'Ah!' said the count, 'that hill was once covered with fine wood; but it was all cut down two years ago.'

'I forget the present proprietor's name,' said the count; 'but he is one of those who, according to THE

CLAUSE OF DISTRESS in their leases, LEAD, DRIVE, AND CARRY AWAY, but never ENTER their

lands; one of those enemies to Irelandthese cruel absentees!' Lady Dashfort looked through her glass at the

mountain; Lord Colambre sighed, and, endeavouring to pass it off with a smile, said frankly to the count

'You are not aware, I am sure, count, that you are speaking to the son of an Irish absentee family.Nay, do

not be shocked, my dear sir; I tell you only, because I thought it fair to do so; but let me assure you, that

nothing you could say on that subject could hurt me personally, because I feel that I am not, that I never can

be, an enemy to Ireland. An absentee, voluntarily, I never yet have been; and as to the future, I declare'

'I declare you know nothing of the future,' interrupted Lady Dashfort, in a halfperemptory, halfplayful

The undaunted assurance of Lady Dashfort's genius for intrigue gave her an air of frank imprudence, which

prevented Lord Colambre from suspecting that more was meant than met the ear. The count and he took leave

of one another with mutual regard; and Lady Dashfort rejoiced to have got our hero out of Halloran Castle.

Lord Colambre had waited with great impatience for an answer to the letter of inquiry which he had written

about Miss Nugent's mother. A letter from Lady Clonbrony arrived; he opened it with the greatest

'Rheumatism warm weatherwarm bathBuxton ballsMiss Broadhurstyour FRIEND, Sir Arthur

Berryl, very assiduous!' The name of Grace Nugent he found at last, and read as follows:

Her mother's maiden name was ST. OMAR; and there was a FAUX PAS, certainly. She was, I am told (for it

was before my time), educated at a convent abroad; and there was an affair with a Captain Reynolds, a young

officer, which her friends were obliged to hush up. She brought an infant to England with her, and took the

name of Reynoldsbut none of that family would acknowledge her; and she lived in great obscurity, till

your uncle Nugent saw, fell in love with her, and (knowing her whole history) married her. He adopted the

child, gave her his name, and, after some years, the whole story was forgotten. Nothing could be more

disadvantageous to Grace than to have it revived: this is the reason we kept it secret.

From the perturbation which Lady Dashfort saw in his countenance, she guessed the nature of the letter

which he had been reading, and for the arrival of which he had been so impatient.

Lord Colambre appeared this day more sensible, than he bad ever yet seemed, to the charms of the fair Isabel.

'Many a tennisball, and many a heart is caught at the rebound,' said Lady Dashfort. 'Isabel! now is your

And so it wasor so, perhaps, it would have been, but for a circumstance which her ladyship, with all her

genius for intrigue, had never taken into her consideration. Count O'Halloran came to return the visit which

had been paid to him; and, in the course of conversation, he spoke of the officers who had been introduced to

him, and told Lady Dashfort that he had heard a report which shocked him muchhe hoped it could not be

truethat one of these officers had introduced his mistress as his wife to Lady Oranmore, who lived in the

neighbourhood. This officer, it was said, had let Lady Oranmore send her carriage for this woman; and that

she had dined at Oranmore with her ladyship and her daughters. [Fact.] "But I cannot believe it! I cannot

believe it to be possible, that any gentleman, that any officer, could do such a thing!' said the count.

'And is this all?' exclaimed Lady Dashfort. 'Is this all the terrible affair, my good count, which has brought

'Such a look of virtuous indignation,' continued she, 'did I never behold, on or off the stage. Forgive me for

laughing, count; but, believe me, comedy goes through the world better than tragedy, and, take it all in all,

does rather less mischief. As to the thing in question, I know nothing about it: I dare say, it is not true; but,

now, suppose it wasit is only a silly QUIZ, of a raw young officer, upon a prudish old dowager. I know

nothing about it, for my part; but, after all, what irreparable mischief has been done? Laugh at the thing, and

then it is a jesta bad one, perhaps, but still only a jestand there's an end of it; but take it seriously, and

'Of that, madam,' said the count, 'Lady Oranmore's prudence and presence of mind have prevented all danger.

Her ladyship WOULD not understand the insult. She said, or she acted as if she said, "JE NE VEUX RIEN

'Count, I beg your pardon!' interrupted Lady Dashfort; 'but I must tell you that your favourite, Lady

Oranmore, has behaved very ill to me; purposely omitted to invite Isabel to her ball; offended and insulted

me:her praises, therefore, cannot be the most agreeable subject of conversation you can choose for my

amusement; and as to the rest, you, who have such variety and so much politeness, will, I am sure, have the

I shall obey your ladyship, and be silent, whatever pleasure it might give me to speak on that subject,' said the

count; 'and I trust Lady Dashfort will reward me by the assurance that, however playfully she may have just

The count, obviously, was not satisfied; he had civil, as well as military courage, and his sense of right and

The conversation ended: Lady Dashfort thought it would have no further consequences; and she did not

regret the loss of a man like Count O'Halloran, who lived retired in his castle, and who could not have any

influence upon the opinion of the fashionable world. However, upon turning from the count to Lord

Colambre, who she thought had been occupied with Lady Isabel, and to whom she imagined all this dispute

was uninteresting, she perceived, by his countenance, that she had made a great mistake. Still she trusted that

her power over Lord Colambre was sufficient easily to efface whatever unfavourable impression this

conversation had made upon his mind. He had no personal interest in the affair; and she had generally found

that people are easily satisfied about any wrong or insult, public or private, in which they have no immediate

concern. But all the charms of her conversation were now tried in vain to reclaim him from the reverie into

His friend Sir James Brooke's parting advice occurred to our hero; his eyes began to open to Lady Dashfort's

character; and he was, from this moment, freed from her power. Lady Isabel, however, had taken no part in

all thisshe was blameless; and, independently of her mother, and in pretended opposition of sentiment, she

might have continued to retain the influence she had gained over Lord Colambre, but that a slight accident

It happened, on the evening of this day, that Lady Isabel came into the library with one of the young ladies of

the house, talking very eagerly, without perceiving Lord Colambre, who was sitting in one of the recesses

'My dear creature, you are quite mistaken,' said Lady Isabel, 'he was never a favourite of mine; I always

detested him; I only flirted with him to plague his wife. Oh that wife, my dear Elizabeth, I do hate!' cried she,

clasping her hands, and expressing hatred with all her soul and with all her strength. 'I detest that Lady de

Cresey to such a degree, that, to purchase the pleasure of making her feel the pangs of jealousy for one hour,

The face, the whole figure of Lady Isabel at this moment appeared to Lord Colambre suddenly

metamorphosed; instead of the soft, gentle, amiable female, all sweet charity and tender sympathy, formed to

love and to be loved, he beheld one possessed and convulsed by an evil spirither beauty, if beauty it could

be called, the beauty of a fiend. Some ejaculation, which he unconsciously uttered, made Lady Isabel start.

Lord Colambre, to the utter astonishment and disappointment of Lady Dashfort, and to the still greater

mortification of Lady Isabel, announced this night that it was necessary he should immediately pursue his

tour in Ireland. We pass over all the castles in the air which the young ladies of the family had built, and

which now fell to the ground. We pass all the civil speeches of Lord and Lady Killpatrick; all the vehement

remonstrances of Lady Dashfort; and the vain sighs of Lady Isabel, To the last moment Lady Dashfort said

But he went; and, when he was gone, Lady Dashfort exclaimed, 'That man has escaped from me.' And after a

pause, turning to her daughter, she, in the most taunting and contemptuous terms, reproached her as the cause

of this failure, concluding by a declaration that she must in future manage her own affairs, and had best settle

Lady Isabel of course retorted. But we leave this amiable mother and daughter to recriminate in appropriate

terms, and we follow our hero, rejoiced that he has been disentangled from their snares. Those who have

never been in similar peril will wonder much that he did not escape sooner; those who have ever been in like

danger will wonder more that he escaped at all. Those who are best acquainted with the heart or imagination

of man will be most ready to acknowledge that the combined charms of wit, beauty, and flattery, may, for a

time, suspend the action of right reason in the mind of the greatest philosopher, or operate against the

Lord Colambre pursued his way to Castle Halloran, desirous, before he quitted this part of the country, to

take leave of the count, who had shown him much civility, and for whose honourable conduct, and generous

character, he had conceived a high esteem, which no little peculiarities of antiquated dress or manner could

diminish. Indeed, the oldfashioned politeness of what was formerly called a wellbred gentleman pleased

him better than the indolent or insolent selfishness of modern men of the ton. Perhaps, notwithstanding our

hero's determination to turn his mind from everything connected with the idea of Miss Nugent, some latent

curiosity about the burialplace of the Nugents might have operated to make him call upon the count. In this

hope he was disappointed; for a cross miller to whom the abbeyground was set, on which the burialplace

was found, had taken it into his head to refuse admittance, and none could enter his ground.

Count O'Halloran was much pleased by Lord Colambre's visit. The very day of Lord Colambre's arrival at

Halloran Castle, the count was going to Oranmore; he was dressed, and his carriage was waiting; therefore

Lord Colambre begged that he might not detain him, and the count requested his lordship to accompany him.

'Let me have the honour of introducing you, my lord, to a family, with whom, I am persuaded, you will be

pleased; by whom you will be appreciated; and at whose house you will have an opportunity of seeing the

best manner of living of the Irish nobility.' Lord Colambre accepted the invitation, and was introduced at

Oranmore. The dignified appearance and respectable character of Lady Oranmore; the charming unaffected

manners of her daughters; the air of domestic happiness and comfort in her family; the becoming

magnificence, free from ostentation, in her whole establishment; the respect and affection with which she was

treated by all who approached her, delighted and touched Lord Colambre; the more, perhaps, because he had

heard this family so unjustly abused; and because he saw Lady Oranmore and her daughter, in immediate

A little circumstance which occurred during this visit increased his interest for the family, When Lady de

Cresey's little boys came in after dinner, one of them was playing with a seal, which had just been torn from a

letter. The child showed it to Lord Colambre, and asked him to read the motto. The motto was,'Deeds, not

words'his friend Sir James Brooke's motto, and his arms. Lord Colambre eagerly inquired if this family

was acquainted with Sir James, and he soon perceived that they were not only acquainted with him, but that

Lady Oranmore's second daughter, Lady Harriet, appeared particularly pleased by the manner in which Lord

Colambre spoke of Sir James. And the child, who had now established himself on his lordship's knee, turned

round, and whispered in his ear, ''Twas Aunt Harriet gave me the seal; Sir James is to be married to Aunt

Some of the principal gentry of this part of the country happened to dine at Oranmore one of the days Lord

Colambre was there. He was surprised at the discovery, that there were so many agreeable, wellinformed,

and wellbred people, of whom, while he was at Killpatrickstown, he had seen nothing. He now discerned

Both the count, and Lord and Lady Oranmore, who were warmly attached to their country, exhorted him to

make himself amends for the time he had lost, by seeing with his own eyes, and judging with his own

understanding, of the country and its own inhabitants, during the remainder of the time he was to stay in

Ireland. The higher classes, in most countries, they observed were generally similar; but, in the lower class,

When he first came to Ireland, he had been very eager to go and see his father's estate, and to judge of the

conduct of his agents, and the condition of his tenantry; but this eagerness had subsided, and the design had

almost faded from his mind, whilst under the influence of Lady Dashfort's misrepresentations. A mistake,

relative to some remittance from his banker in Dublin, obliged him to delay his journey a few days, and

during that time Lord and Lady Oranmore showed him the neat cottages, the well attended schools, in their

neighbourhood. They showed him not only what could be done, but what had been done, by the influence of

great proprietors residing on their own estates, and encouraging the people by judicious kindness.

He saw, he acknowledged the truth of this; but it did not come home to his feelings now as it would have

done a little while ago. His views and plans were altered; he looked forward to the idea of marrying and

settling in Ireland, and then everything in the country was interesting to him; but since he had forbidden

himself to think of a union with Miss Nugent, his mind had lost its object and its spring; he was not

sufficiently calm to think of the public good; his thoughts were absorbed by his private concern. He knew,

and repeated to himself, that he ought to visit his own and his father's estates, and to see the condition of his

tenantry; he desired to fulfil his duties, but they ceased to appear to him easy and pleasurable, for hope and

That he might see and hear more than he could as heirapparent to the estate, he sent his servant to Dublin to

wait for him there. He travelled INCOGNITO, wrapped himself in a shabby greatcoat, and took the name of

Evans. He arrived at a village, or, as it was called, a town, which bore the name of Colambre. He was

agreeably surprised by the air of neatness and finish in the houses and in the street, which had a

nicelyswept paved footway. He slept at a small but excellent innexcellent, perhaps, because it was small,

and proportioned to the situation and business of the place. Good supper, good bed, good attendance; nothing

out of repair; no things pressed into services for what they were never intended by nature or art; none of what

are vulgarly called MAKESHIFTS. No chambermaid slipshod, or waiter smelling of whisky; but all tight

and right, and everybody doing their own business, and doing it as if it was their everyday occupation, not as

if it was done by particular desire, for first or last time this season. The landlord came in at supper to inquire

whether anything was wanted. Lord Colambre took this opportunity of entering into conversation with him,

and asked him to whom the town belonged, and who were the proprietors of the neighbouring estates.

'The town belongs to an absentee lordone Lord Clonbrony, who lives always beyond the seas, in London;

'It does, sir; he's a great proprietor, but knows nothing of his property, nor of us. Never set foot among us, to

my knowledge, since I was as high as the table. He might as well be a West India planter, and we negroes, for

anything he knows to the contraryhas no more care, nor thought about us, than if he were in Jamaica, or

the other world. Shame for him!But there's too many to keep him in countenance.'

Lord Colambre asked him what wine he could have; and then inquired who managed the estate for this

'Mr. Burke, sir. And I don't know why God was so kind to give so good an agent to an absentee like Lord

Clonbrony, except it was for the sake of us, who is under him, and knows the blessing, and is thankful for the

'I am happy to hear it, sir. They have a right to be good, for Mrs. Burke sent her own cook to teach my wife to

'He is, thanks be to Heaven! And that's what few can boast, especially when the landlord's living over the

seas: we have the luck to have got a good agent over us, in Mr. Burke, who is a right bred gentleman; a snug

little property of his own, honestly made; with the good will and good wishes, and respect of all.'

'Just CONVANIENT [CONVENIENT: near.] At the end of the town; in the house on the hill, as you passed,

sir; to the left, with the trees about it, all of his planting, finely grown toofor there's a blessing on all he

does, and he has done a deal. There's salad, sir, if you are partial to it. Very fine lettuce. Mrs. Burke sent us

'Excellent salad! So this Mr. Burke has done a great deal, has he? In what way!'

'In every way, sirsure was not it he that had improved, and fostered, and made the town of Colambre?no

'We have, sir, as good, I hope, as you'd drink in London, for it's the same you get there, I understand, from

Cork. And I have some of my own brewing, which, they say, you could not tell the difference between it and

The porter of his own brewing was pronounced to be extremely good; and the landlord observed it was Mr.

Burke encouraged him to learn to brew, and lent him his own brewer for a time to teach him.

'Your Mr. Burke, I find, is APROPOS to porter, APROPOS to salad, APROPOS to cutlets, APROPOS to

everything,' said Lord Colambre, smiling; 'he seems to be a NONPAREIL of an agent. I suppose you are a

'Oh no, sir, I could not say that; Mr. Burke does not have favourites anyway; but according to my deserts, I

Lord Colambre still pressed for particulars; he was an Englishman, and a stranger, he said, and did not

'Why, he is the man that will encourage the improving tenant; and show no favour or affection, but justice,

which comes even to all, and does best for all at the long run; and, residing always in the country, like Mr.

Burke, and understanding country business, and going about continually among the tenantry, he knows when

to press for the rent, and when to leave the money to lay out upon the land; and, according as they would

want it, can give a tenant a help or a check properly. Then no dutywork called for, no presents, nor

GLOVEMONEY, nor SEALINGMONEY even, taken or offered; no underhand hints about proposals,

when land would be out of lease, but a considerable preference, if desArved, to the old tenant, and if not, a

fair advertisement, and the best offer and tenant accepted; no screwing of the land to the highest penny, just

to please the head landlord for the minute, and ruin him at the end, by the tenant's racking the land, and

running off with the year's rent; nor no bargains to his own relations or friends did Mr. Burke ever give or

grant, but all fair between landlord and tenant; and that's the thing that will last; and that's what I call the good

Lord Colambre poured out a glass of wine, and begged the innkeeper to drink the good agent's health, in

which he was heartily pledged. 'I thank your honour;Mr. Burke's health! and long may he live over and

amongst us; he saved me from drink and ruin, when I was once inclined to it, and made a man of me and all

The particulars we cannot stay to detail: this grateful man, however, took pleasure in sounding the praises of

'As you've time, and are curious about such things, sir, perhaps you'd walk up to the school that Mrs. Burke

has for the poor children; and look at the markethouse, and see how clean he takes a pride to keep the town;

and any house in the town, from the priest to the parson's, that you'd go into, will give you the same character

as I do of Mr. Burke: from the brogue to the boot, all speak the same of him, and can say no other. God for

Upon making further inquiries, everything the innkeeper had said was confirmed by different inhabitants of

the village. Lord Colambre conversed with the shopkeepers, with the cottagers; and, without making any

alarming inquiries, he obtained all the information he wanted. He went to the village schoola pretty,

cheerful house, with a neat garden and a playgreen; met Mrs. Burke; introduced himself to her as a traveller.

The school was shown to him: it was just what it ought to beneither too much nor too little had been

attempted; there was neither too much interference nor too little attention. Nothing for exhibition; care to

teach well, without any vain attempt to teach in a wonderfully short time. All that experience proves to be

useful, in both Dr. Bell's and Mr. Lancaster's modes of teaching, Mrs. Burke had adopted; leaving it to

'graceless zealots' to fight about the rest. That no attempts at proselytism had been made, and that no illiberal

distinctions had been made in this school, Lord Colambre was convinced, in the best manner possible, by

seeing the children of Protestants and Catholics sitting on the same benches, learning from the same books,

and speaking to one another with the same cordial familiarity. Mrs. Burke was an unaffected, sensible

woman, free from all party prejudices, and, without ostentation, desirous and capable of doing good. Lord

Colambre was much pleased with her, and very glad that she invited him to dinner.

Mr. Burke did not come in till late; for he had been detained portioning out some meadows, which were of

great consequence to the inhabitants of the town. He brought home to dine with him the clergyman and the

priest of the parish, both of whom he had taken successful pains to accommodate with the land which suited

their respective convenience. The good terms on which they seemed to be with each other, and with him,

appeared to Lord Colambre to do honour to Mr. Burke. All the favourable accounts his lordship had received

of this gentleman were confirmed by what he saw and heard. After the clergyman and priest had taken leave,

upon Lord Colambre's expressing some surprise, mixed with satisfaction, at seeing the harmony which

subsisted between them, Mr. Burke assured him that this was the same in many parts of Ireland. He observed,

that 'as the suspicion of illwill never fails to produce it,' so he had often found, that taking it for granted that

no illwill exists has the most conciliating effect. He said, to please opposite parties, he used no arts; but he

tried to make all his neighbours live comfortably together, by making them acquainted with each other's good

qualities; by giving them opportunities of meeting sociably, and, from time to time, of doing each other little

services and good offices. 'Fortunately, he had so much to do,' he said, 'that he had no time for controversy.

He was a plain man, made it a rule not to meddle with speculative points, and to avoid all irritating

discussions; he was not to rule the country, but to live in it, and make others live as happily as he could.'

Having nothing to conceal in his character, opinions, or circumstances, Mr. Burke was perfectly open and

unreserved in his manner and conversation; freely answered all the traveller's inquiries, and took pains to

show him everything he desired to see. Lord Colambre said he had thoughts of settling in Ireland; and

declared, with truth, that he had not seen any part of the country he should like better to live in than this

neighbourhood. He went over most of the estate with Mr. Burke, and had ample opportunities of convincing

himself that this gentleman was indeed, as the innkeeper had described him, 'a right good gentleman, and a

He paid Mr. Burke some just compliments on the state of the tenantry, and the neat and flourishing

'What pleasure it will give the proprietor when he sees all you have done!' said Lord Colambre.

'Oh, sir, don't speak of it!that breaks my heart, he never has shown the least interest in anything I have

done; he is quite dissatisfied with me, because I have not ruined his tenantry, by forcing them to pay more

than the land is worth; because I have not squeezed money from them by fining down rents; andbut all

this, as an Englishman, sir, must he unintelligible to you. The end of the matter is, that, attached as I am to

this place and the people about me, and, as I hope, the tenantry are to meI fear I shall be obliged to give up

'Give up the agency! How so?you must not,' cried Lord Colambre, and, for the moment, he forgot himself;

'I must, I am afraid,' continued he. 'My employer, Lord Clonbrony, is displeased with mecontinual calls for

'I never speak of my employer's affairs, sir,' replied Mr. Burke; now for the first time assuming an air of

'I beg pardon, sirI seem to have asked an indiscreet question.' Mrs. Burke was silent.

'Lest my reserve should give you a false impression, I will add, sir,' resumed Mr. Burke, 'that I really am not

acquainted with the state of his lordship's affairs in general. I know only what belongs to the estate under my

own management. The principal part of his lordship's property, the Clonbrony estate, is under another agent,

'Garraghty!' repeated Lord Colambre; 'what sort of a person is he? But I may take it for granted, that it cannot

fall to the lot of one and the same absentee to have two such agents as Mr. Burke.'

Mr. Burke bowed, and seemed pleased by the compliment, which he knew he deservedbut not a word did

he say of Mr. Garraghty; and Lord Colambre, afraid of betraying himself by some other indiscreet question,

That very night the post brought a letter to Mr. Burke, from Lord Clonbrony, which Mr. Burke gave to his

Mrs. Burke glanced her eye over the letter, and, being extremely fond of her husband, and sensible of his

'See the reward of all your services, indeed!What an unreasonable, ungrateful man!So, this is the thanks

'He does not know what I have done, my dear. He never has seen what I have done.'

He listens to foolish reports, or misrepresentations, perhaps. He is at a distance, and cannot find out the truth.'

'Take it quietly, my dear; we have the comfort of a good conscience. The agency may be taken from me by

this lord; but the sense of having done my duty, no lord or man upon earth can give or take away.'

'Such a letter!' said Mrs. Burke, taking it up again. 'Not even the civility to write with his own hand!only

his signature to the scrawllooks as if it was written by a drunken man, does not it, Mr. Evans?' said she,

showing the letter to Lord Colambre, who immediately recognised the writing of Sir Terence O'Fay.

'It has Lord Clonbrony's own signature, let it be what it will,' said Mr. Burke, looking closely at it; 'Lord

Lord Clonbrony's son was clear of it also; but he took care not to give any opinion on that point.

'Oh, pray, read it, sir, read it,' said Mrs. Burke, pleased by his tone of indignation; 'read it, pray; a gentleman

may write a bad hand, but no GENTLEMAN could write such a letter as that to Mr. Burkepray read it, sir;

you who have seen something of what Mr. Burke has done for the town of Colambre, and what he has made

Lord Colambre read, and was convinced that his father had never written or read the letter, but had signed it,

SIR, As I have no further occasion for your services, you will take notice, that I hereby request you will

forthwith hand over, on or before the 1st of November next, your accounts, with the balance due of the

HANGINGGALE (which, I understand, is more than ought to be at this season) to Nicholas O'Garraghty,

Esq., College Green, Dublin, who in future will act as agent, and shall get, by post, immediately, a power of

attorney for the same, entitling him to receive and manage the Colambre as well as the Clonbrony estate, for,

Though misrepresentation, caprice, or interest, might have induced Lord Clonbrony to desire to change his

agent, yet Lord Colambre knew that his father never could have announced his wishes in such a style; and, as

he returned the letter to Mrs. Burke, he repeated, he was convinced that it was impossible that any nobleman

could have written such a letter; that it must have been written by some inferior person; and that his lordship

'My dear, I'm sorry you showed that letter to Mr. Evans,' said Mr. Burke; 'I don't like to expose Lord

Clonbrony; he is a well meaning gentleman, misled by ignorant or designing people; at all events, it is not

'He was very kind to me when I was a young man,' said Mr. Burke; 'we must not forget that now, because we

'Why, no, my love, to be sure we should not; but who could have recollected it just at this minute but

yourself?And now, sir,' turning to Lord Colambre, 'you see what kind of a man this is: now is it not

'Not only difficult, but impossible, I should think, madam,' said Lord Colambre; 'I know, even I, who am a

'And half the world, who don't know him,' continued Mrs. Burke, 'when they hear that Lord Clonbrony's

'No, madam,' said Lord Colambre; 'that you need not fear; Mr. Burke may safely trust to his character; from

what I have within these two days seen and heard, I am convinced that such is the respect he has deserved

'Sir, I thank you,' said Mrs. Burke, the tears coming into her eyes; 'you can judgeyou do him justice; but

there are so many who don't know him, and who will decide without knowing any of the facts.'

'That, my dear, happens about everything to everybody,' said Mr. Burke; 'but we must have patience; time

'But the sooner the better,' said Mrs. Burke. 'Mr. Evans, I hope you will be so kind, if ever you hear this

But he is travelling through Ireland, my dear, and he said he should return to Dublin, and, you know, there he

certainly will hear it talked of; and I hope he will do me the favour to state what he has seen and knows to be

'Be assured that I will do Mr. Burke justiceas far as it is in my power,' said Lord Colambre, restraining

himself much, that he might not say more than became his assumed character. He took leave of this worthy

'Ah!' thought he, as he drove away from this wellregulated and flourishing place, 'how happy I might be,

He pursued his way to Clonbrony, his father's other estate, which was at a considerable distance from

Colambre; he was resolved to know what kind of agent Mr. Nicholas Garraghty might be, who was to

supersede Mr. Burke, and by power of attorney to be immediately entitled to receive and manage the

Towards the evening of the second day's journey, the driver of Lord Colambre's hackney chaise stopped, and

'We're come to the bad step, now. The bad road's beginning upon us, please your honour.'

'Bad road! that is very uncommon in this country. I never saw such fine roads as you have in Ireland,'

'That's true; and God bless your honour, that's sensible of that same, for it's not what all the foreign quality I

drive have the manners to notice. God bless your honour! I heard you're a Welshman, but whether or no, I am

Notwithstanding the shabby greatcoat, the shrewd postillion perceived, by our hero's language, that he was a

gentleman. After much dragging at the horses' heads, and pushing and lifting, the carriage was got over what

the postillion said was the worst part of THE BAD STEP; but as the road 'was not yet to say good,' he

'It's only bad just hereabouts, and that by accident,' said he, 'on account of there being no jantleman resident

in it, nor near; but only a bit of an underagent, a great little rogue, who gets his own turn out of the roads,

and of everything else in life. I, Larry Brady, that am telling your honour, have a good right to know, for

myself, and my father, and my brother. Pat Brady, the wheelwright, had once a farm under him; but was

ruined, horse and foot, all along with him, and cast out, and my brother forced to fly the country, and is now

working in some coachmaker's yard, in London; banished he is!and here am I, forced to be what I am

and now that I'm reduced to drive a hack, the agent's a curse to me still, with these bad roads, killing my

horses and wheels and a shame to the country, which I think more ofBad luck to him!'

They came at this time within view of a range of about fourand twenty men and boys, sitting astride on

fourandtwenty heaps of broken stones, on each side of the road; they were all armed with hammers, with

which they began to pound with great diligence and noise as soon as they saw the carriage. The chaise passed

'How are you, Jem?How are you, Phil?' said Larry. 'But hold your hand, can't ye, while I stop and get the

stones out of the horses' FEET. So you're making up the rent, are you, for St. Dennis?'

'Whoosh!' said one of the pounders, coming close to the postillion, and pointing his thumb back towards the

'Oh, you need not scruple, he's a very honest man; he's only a man from North Wales, one Mr. Evans, an

innocent jantleman, that's sent over to travel up and down the country, to find is there any copper mines in it.'

'Because I know very well, from one that was tould, and I SEEN him tax the man of the King's Head, with a

copper halfcrown, at first sight, which was only lead to look at, you'd think, to them that was not skilful in

copper. So lend me a knife, till I cut a linchpin out of the hedge, for this one won't go far.'

Whilst Larry was making the linchpin, all scruple being removed, his question about St. Dennis and the rent

'Ay, it's the rint, sure enough, we're pounding out for him ; for he sent the driver round lastnightwaseight

days, to warn us old Nick would be down a'Monday, to take a sweep among us; and there's only six clear

days, Saturday night, before the assizes, sure; so we must see and get it finished anyway, to clear the

presentment again' the swearing day, for he and Paddy Hart is the overseers themselves, and Paddy is to

'St. Dennis, is it? Then you've one great comfort and security that he won't be PARTICULAR about the

swearing; for since ever he had his head on his shoulders, an oath never stuck in St. Dennis's throat, more

'His head upon his shoulders!' repeated Lord Colambre. 'Pray, did you ever hear that St. Dennis's head was

'Did you never, among your saints, hear of St. Dennis carrying his head in his hand?' said Colambre.

'The RAEL saint!' said the postillion, suddenly changing his tone, and looking shocked. 'Oh, don't be talking

'Then of what St, Dennis were you talking just now? Whom do you mean by St. Dennis, and whom do you

'Old Nick,' answered the postillion, coming close to the side of the carriage, and whispering'Old Nick,

plase your honour, is our nickname for one Nicholas Garraghty, Esq., of College Green, Dublin, and St.

Dennis is his brother Dennis, who is old Nick's brother in all things, and would fain be a saint, only he is a

sinner. He lives just by here, in the country, underagent to Lord Clonbrony, as old Nick is upperagentit's

only a joke among the people, that are not fond of them at all. Lord Clonbrony himself is a very good

jantleman, if he was not an absentee, resident in London, leaving us and everything to the likes of them.'

Lord Colambre listened with all possible composure and attention; but the postillion having now made his

linchpin of wood, and FIXED HIMSELF; he mounted his bar, and drove on, saying to Lord Colambre, as he

'Poor CRATURES! They couldn't keep their cattle out of pound, or themselves out of jail, but by making this

'Is roadmaking, then, a very profitable business?Have road makers higher wages than other men in this

'No, becaase you're an Englishmanthat is, a WelshmanI beg your honour's pardon. But I'll tell you how

that is, and I'll go slow over these broken stones for I can't go fast: it is where there's no jantleman over these

underagents, as here, they do as they plase; and when they have set the land they get rasonable from the

head landlords, to poor cratures at a rackrent, that they can't live and pay the rent, they say'

'Them underagents, that have no conscience at all. Not allbut SOME, like Dennis, says, says he, "I'll get

you a road to make up the rent:" that is, plase your honour, the agent gets them a presentment for so many

perches of road from the grand jury, at twice the price that would make the road. And tenants are, by this

means, as they take the road by contract, at the price given by the county, able to pay all they get by the job,

over and above potatoes and salt, back again to the agent, for the arrear on the land. Do I make your honour

'You make me much more sensible than I ever was before,' said Lord Colambre; 'but is not this cheating the

'Well, and suppose,' replied Larry, 'is not it all for my good, and yours too, plase your honour?' said Larry,

'Haven't you to do with the roads as well as me, when you're travelling upon them, plase your honour? And

sure, they'd never be got made at all, if they weren't made this ways; and it's the best way in the wide world,

and the finest roads we have. And when the RAEL jantlemen's resident in the country, there's no jobbing can

be, because they're then the leading men on the grand jury; and these journeymen jantlemen are then kept in

Lord Colambre was much surprised at Larry's knowledge of the manner in which county business is

managed, as well as by his shrewd good sense: he did not know that this is not uncommon in his rank of life

Whilst Larry was speaking, Lord Colambre was looking from side to side at the desolation of the prospect.

'Ay, all you see, and as far and farther than you can see. My Lord Clonbrony wrote, and ordered plantations

here, time back; and enough was paid to labourers for ditching and planting. And, what next?Why, what

did the underagent do, but let the goats in through gaps, left o' purpose, to bark the trees, and then the trees

was all banished. And next, the cattle was let in trespassing, and winked at, till the land was all poached; and

then the land was waste, and cried down; and St. Dennis wrote up to Dublin to old Nick, and he over to the

landlord, how none would take it, or bid anything at all for it; so then it fell to him a cheap bargain. Oh, the

Presently, Lord Colambre's attention was roused again, by seeing a man running, as if for his life, across a

bog, near the roadside; he leaped over the ditch, and was upon the road in an instant. He seemed startled at

first, at the sight of the carriage; but, looking at the postillion, Larry nodded, and he smiled and said

'Pray, my good friend, may I ask what that is you have on your shoulder?' said Lord Colambre.

PLASE your honour, it is only a private still, which I've just caught out yonder in the bog; and I'm carrying it

in with all speed to the gauger, to make a discovery, that the JANTLEMAN may benefit by the reward; I

'Thank you kindlybut better my legs!' said the man; and turning down a lane, off he ran again as fast as

'Expect he'll make me a compliment,' repeated Lord Colambre, 'to make a discovery!'

Ay, plase your honour; for the law is,' said Larry, 'that, if an unlawful still, that is, a still without license for

whisky, is found, half the benefit of the fine that's put upon the parish goes to him that made the discovery;

'I should not have thought, from what I see of you,' said Lord Colambre, smiling, 'that you, Larry, would have

'Oh, plase your honour!' said Larry, smiling archly, 'would not I give the laws a lift, when in my power?'

Scarcely had he uttered these words, and scarcely was the informer out of sight, when across the same bog,

and over the ditch, came another man, a half kind of gentleman, with a red silk handkerchief about his neck,

'Came, come, be smart!' said the man with the silver whip, offering to put half a crown into the postillion's

'I'll have none a' your silver! don't touch me with it!' said Larry. 'But, if you'll take my advice, you'll strike

The exciseman set out again immediately, in an opposite direction to that which the man who carried the still

had taken. Lord Colambre now perceived that the pretended informer had been running off to conceal a still

'The gauger, plase your honour,' said Larry, looking back at Lord Colambre; 'the gauger is a

'Sure, I told him no lie; I only said, "If you'll take my advice." And why was he such a fool as to take my

'If the laws would give a lift to me, plase your honour, maybe I'd do as much by them. But it's only these

revenue laws I mean; for I never, to my knowledge, broke another commandment; but it's what no honest

POTSHEEN, plase your honour;becaase it's the little whisky that's made in the private still or pot; and

SHEEN, becaase it's a fond word for whatsoever we'd like, and for what we have little of, and would make

much of: after taking the glass of it, no man could go and inform to ruin the CRATURES, for they all shelter

on that estate under favour of them that go shares, and make rent of 'embut I'd never inform again' 'em.

And, after all, if the truth was known, and my Lord Clonbrony should be informed against, and presented, for

'I find all the blame is thrown upon this poor Lord Clonbrony,' said Lord Colambre.

'Becaase he is absent,' said Larry. 'It would not be so was he PRISINT. But your honour was talking to me

about the laws. Your honour's a stranger in this country, and astray about them things. Sure, why would I

'Why! was not I PRISINT in the courthouse myself, when the JIDGE on the bench judging a still, and

across the court came in one with a sly jug of POTSHEEN for the JIDGE himself, who prefarred it, when the

right thing, to claret; and when I SEEN that, by the laws! a man might talk himself dumb to me after again'

potsheen, or in favour of the revenue, or revenue officers. And there they may go on, with their gaugers, and

their surveyors, and their supervisors, and their WATCHING OFFICERS, and their coursingofficers,

setting 'em one after another, or one over the head of another, or what way they will we can baffle and

laugh at 'em. Didn't I know, next door to our inn, last year, ten WATCHINGOFFICERS set upon one

distiller, and he was too cunning for them; and it will always be so, while ever the people think it no sin. No,

till then, not all their dockets and permits signify a rush, or a turf. And the gauging rod even! who fears it?

How much longer Larry's dissertation on the distillery laws would have continued, had not his ideas been

interrupted, we cannot guess; but he saw he was coming to a town, and he gathered up the reins, and plied the

This TOWN consisted of one row of miserable huts, sunk beneath the side of the road, the mud walls crooked

in every direction; some of them opening in wide cracks, or zigzag fissures, from top to bottom, as if there

had just been an earthquakeall the roofs sunk in various placesthatch off, or overgrown with grassno

chimneys, the smoke making its way through a hole in the roof, or rising in clouds from the top of the open

doordunghills before the doors, and green standing puddlessqualid children, with scarcely rags to cover

'Nugent's town,' said the postillion, 'once a snug place, when my Lady Clonbrony was at home to whitewash

As they drove by, some men and women put their heads through the smoke out of the cabins; pale women

with long, black, or yellow locksmen with countenances and figures bereft of hope and energy.

'Then it's not their fault neither,' said Larry; 'for my own uncle's one of them, and as thriving and hard a

working man as could be in all Ireland, he was, AFORE he was tramped under foot, and his heart broke. I

was at his funeral, this time last year; and for it, may the agent's own heart, if he has any, burn'

Lord Colambre interrupted this denunciation by touching Larry's shoulder, and asking some question, which,

as Larry did not distinctly comprehend, he pulled up the reins, and the various noises of the vehicle stopped

'What are those people?' pointing to a man and woman, curious figures, who had come out of a cabin, the

door of which the woman, who came out last, locked, and carefully hiding the key in the thatch, turned her

back upon the man, and they walked away in different directions: the woman bending under a huge bundle on

her back, covered by a yellow petticoat turned over her shoulders; from the top of this bundle the head of an

infant appeared; a little boy, almost naked, followed her with a kettle, and two girls, one of whom could but

just walk, held her hand and clung to her ragged petticoat; forming, altogether, a complete group of beggars.

The man was a Spanishlooking figure, with gray hair; a wallet hung at the end of a stick over one shoulder,

a reapinghook in the other hand; he walked off stoutly, without ever casting a look behind him.

'A kind harvest to you, John Dolan,' cried the postillion, 'and success to ye, Winny, with the quality. There's a

luckpenny for the child to begin with,' added he, throwing the child a penny. 'Your honour, they're only poor

CRATURES going up the country to beg, while the man goes over to reap the harvest in England. Nor this

would not be, neither, if the lord was in it to give 'em EMPLOY. That man, now, was a good and a willing

SLAVE in his day: I mind him working with myself in the shrubberies at Clonbrony Castle, when I was a

The postillion drove on at a good rate for some time, till he came to a piece of the road freshly covered with

They overtook a string of cars, on which were piled up high, beds, tables, chairs, trunks, boxes, bandboxes.

'GREAT news and bad, for old Nick, or some belonging to him, thanks be to Heaven! for myself hates him.'

'His sister's husband that's failed, the great grocer that was, the man that had the wife that OW'D [Owned] the

fine house near Bray, that they got that time the Parliament FLITTED, and that I seen in her carriage

'Tut! is that all? then they'll thrive, and set up again grander than ever, I'll engage; have not they old Nick for

'Oh, trust him for that! he won't go security nor pay a farthing for his SHISTER, nor wouldn't was she his

father; I heard him telling her so, which I could not have done in his place at that time, and she crying as if

'The NEGER! [NEGER, quasi negro; meo periculo, NIGGARD] And did he speak that way, and you by?'

'Ay did he; and said,"Mrs. Raffarty," says he, "it's all your own fault; you're an extravagant fool, and ever

was, and I wash my hands of you;" that was the word he spoke; and she answered, and said, "And mayn't I

send the beds and blankets," said she, " and what I can, by the cars, out of the way of the creditors, to

Clonbrony Castle; and won't you let me hide there from the shame, till the bustle's over?""You may do

that," says he, "for what I care; but remember," says he, "that I've the first claim to them goods;" and that's all

he would grant. So they are coming down all o' Mondaythem are her bandboxes and all to settle it; and

faith it was a pity of her! to hear her sobbing, and to see her own brother speak and look so hard! and she a

'Sure she's not a lady born, no more than himself,' said Larry; 'but that's no excuse for him. His heart's as hard

as that stone,' said Larry; 'and my own people knew that long ago, and now his own know it; and what right

With this consolation, and with a 'God speed you,' given to the carman, Larry was driving off; but the carman

called to him, and pointed to a house, at the corner of which, on a high pole, was swinging an iron sign of

three horseshoes, set in a crooked frame, and at the window hung an empty bottle, proclaiming whisky

'Well, I don't care if I do,' said Larry; 'for I've no other comfort left me in life now. I beg your honour's

pardon, sir, for a minute,' added he, throwing the reins into the carriage to Lord Colambre, as he leaped down.

All remonstrance and power of lungs to reclaim him vain! He darted into the whiskyhouse with the

carmanreappeared before Lord Colambre could accomplish getting out, remounted his seat, and, taking the

reins, 'I thank your honour,' said he; 'and I'll bring you into Clonbrony before it's pitchdark yet, though it's

nightfall, and that's four good miles, but "a spur in the head is worth two in the heel."'

Larry, to demonstrate the truth of his favourite axiom, drove off at such a furious rate over great stones left in

the middle of the road by carmen, who had been driving in the gudgeons of their axletrees to hinder them

from lacing, [Opening; perhaps from LACHER, to loosen.] that Lord Colambre thought life and limb in

imminent danger; and feeling that at all events the jolting and bumping was past endurance, he had recourse

to Larry's shoulder, and shook and pulled, and called to him to go slower, but in vain; at last the wheel struck

full against a heap of stones at a turn of the road, the wooden linchpin came off, and the chaise was overset:

'I beg your honour's pardon,' said Larry, completely sobered; 'I'm as glad as the best pair of boots ever I see,

to see your honour nothing the worse for it. It was the linchpin, and them barrows of loose stones, that ought

'Murder! murder!and no smith nearer than Clonbrony; nor rope even. It's a folly to talk, we can't get to

'What, then, do you mean to leave me all night in the middle of the road?' cried Lord Colambre, quite

'Is it me! please your honour? I would not use any jantleman so ill, BARRING I could do no other,' replied

the postillion, coolly; then, leaping across the ditch, or, as he called it, the GRIPE of the ditch, he scrambled

up, and while he was scrambling, said, 'If your honour will lend me your hand till I pull you up the back of

the ditch, the horses will stand while we go. I'll find you as pretty a lodging for the night, with a widow of a

brother of my shister's husband that was, as ever you slept in your life; for old Nick or St. Dennis has not

found 'em out yet; and your honour will be, no compare, snugger than the inn at Clonbrony, which has no

roof, the devil a stick. But where will I get your honour's hand; for it's coming on so dark, I can't see rightly.

'Is it ASK? when I see the light!Sure they'd be proud to give the traveller all the beds in the house, let

alone one. Take care of the potato furrows, that's all, and follow me straight. I'll go on to meet the dog, who

'Kindly welcome,' were the first words Lord Colambre heard when he approached the cottage; and 'kindly

welcome' was in the sound of the voice and in the countenance of the old woman who came out, shading her

rushcandle from the wind, and holding it so as to light the path. When he entered the cottage, he saw a

cheerful fire and a neat pretty young woman making it blaze: she curtsied, put her spinningwheel out of the

way, set a stool by the fire for the stranger, and repeating, in a very low tone of voice, 'Kindly welcome,

'Put down some eggs, dear, there's plenty in the bowl,' said the old woman, calling to her; 'I'll do the bacon.

Was not we lucky to be upThe boy's gone to bed, but waken him,' said she, turning to the postillion; 'and

No; Larry chose to go on to Clonbrony with the horses, that he might get the chaise mended betimes for his

honour. The table was set; clean trenchers, hot potatoes, milk, eggs, bacon, and 'kindly welcome to all.'

'Grace!' repeated Lord Colambre, looking up; and, to apologise for his involuntary exclamation, he added, 'Is

'I can't say, plase your honour, but it was give her by Lady Clonbrony, from a niece of her own that was her

fostersister, God bless her! and a very kind lady she was to us and to all when she was living in it; but those

times are gone past,' said the old woman, with a sigh. The young woman sighed too; and, sitting down by the

fire, began to count the notches in a little bit of stick, which she held in her hand; and, after she had counted

'But don't be sighing, Grace, now,' said the old woman; 'sighs is bad sauce for the traveller's supper; and we

won't be troubling him with more,' added she, turning to Lord Colambre with a smile.

'Then I wish it was a chicken for your sake, which it should have been, and roast too, had we time. I wish I

'No more, thank you, my good lady; I never ate a better supper, nor received a more hospitable welcome.'

'May I ask what that is?' said Lord Colambre, looking at the notched stick, which the young woman held in

It's a TALLY, plase your honour. Oh, you're a foreigner;it's the way the labourers do keep the account of

the day's work with the overseer, the bailiff; a notch for every day the bailiff makes on his stick, and the

labourer the like on his stick, to tally; and when we come to make up the account, it's by the notches we go.

And there's been a mistake, and is a dispute here between our boy and the overseer; and she was counting the

'Would you want anything more from me, mother?' said the girl, rising and turning her head away.

'That is, her sweetheart: for she is not my daughter, though you heard her call me mother. The boy's my son;

but I am afeard they must give it up; for they're too poor, and the times is hard, and the agent's harder than the

times; there's two of them, the under and the upper; and they grind the substance of one between them, and

then blow one away like chaff: but we'll not be talking of that to spoil your honour's night's rest. The room's

She showed him into a very small but neat room. 'What a comfortablelooking bed!' said Lord Colambre.

'Ah, these red check curtains,' said she, letting them down; 'these have lasted well; they were give me by a

good friend, now far away, over the seasmy Lady Clonbrony; and made by the prettiest hands ever you

see, her niece's, Miss Grace Nugent's, and she a little child that time; sweet love! all gone!'

The old woman wiped a tear from her eye, and Lord Colambre did what he could to appear indifferent. She

set down the candle, and left the room; Lord Colambre went to bed, but he lay awake, 'revolving sweet and

The kettle was on the fire, teathings set, everything prepared for her guest by the hospitable hostess, who,

thinking the gentleman would take tea to his breakfast, had sent off a GOSSOON by the FIRST LIGHT to

Clonbrony, for an ounce of tea, a QUARTER OF SUGAR, and a loaf of white bread; and there was on the

little table good cream, milk, butter, eggsall the promise of an excellent breakfast. It was a FRESH

morning, and there was a pleasant fire on the hearth, neatly swept up. The old woman was sitting in her

chimney corner, behind a little skreen of whitewashed wall, built out into the room, for the purpose of

keeping those who sat at the fire from the BLAST OF THE DOOR. There was a loophole in this wall, to let

the light in, just at the height of a person's head, who was sitting near the chimney. The rays of the morning

sun now came through it, shining across the face of the old woman, as she sat knitting; Lord Colambre

thought he had seldom seen a more agreeable countenance, intelligent eyes, benevolent smile, a natural

'A goodmorrow to you kindly, sir, and I hope you got the night well?A fine day for us this Sunday

morning; my Grace is gone to early prayers, so your honour will be content with an old woman to make your

breakfast. Oh, let me put in plenty, or it will never be good; and if your honour takes stirabout, an old hand

will engage to make that to your liking, anyway; for, by great happiness, we have what will just answer for

you of the nicest meal the miller made my Grace a compliment of, last time she went to the mill.'

Lord Colambre observed, that this miller had good taste; and his lordship paid some compliment to Grace's

beauty, which the old woman received with a smile, but turned off the conversation. 'Then,' said she, looking

out of the window, 'is not that there a nice little garden the boy dug for her and me, at his breakfast and dinner

hours? Ah! he's a good boy, and a good warrant to work; and the good son DESARVES the good wife, and

it's he that will make the good husband; and with my goodwill he, and no other, shall get her, and with her

goodwill the same; and I bid 'em keep up their heart, and hope the best, for there's no use in fearing the worst

'If you would not think a stranger impertinent for asking,' said he, 'and if it would not be painful to you to

'Oh, impertinent, your honour! it's very kindand, sure, none's a stranger to one's heart, that feels for one.

And for myself, I can talk. of my troubles without thinking of them. So, I'll tell you allif the worst comes

to the worstall that is, is, that we must quit, and give up this little snug place, and house, and farm, and all,

to the agentwhich would be hard on us, and me a widow, when my husband did all that is done to the land;

and if your honour was a judge, you could see, if you stepped out, there has been a deal done, and built the

house, and allbut it plased Heaven to take him. Well, he was too good for this world, and I'm

satisfiedI'm not saying a word again' thatI trust we shall meet in heaven, and be happy, surely. And,

meantime, here's my boy, that will make me as happy as ever widow was on earthif the agent will let him.

And I can't think the agent, though they that know him best call him old Nick, would be so wicked to take

from us that which he never gave us. The good lord himself granted us the LASE; the life's dropped, and the

years is out; but we had a promise of renewal in writing from the landlord. God bless him! if he was not

'But if you have a promise in writing of a renewal, surely you are safe, whether your landlord is absent or

'Ah, no I that makes a great DIFFER, when there's no eye or hand over the agent. I would not wish to speak

or think ill of him or any man; but was he an angel, he could not know to do the tenantry justice, the way he

is living always in Dublin, and coming down to the country only the receiving days, to make a sweep among

us, and gather up the rents in a hurry, and he in such haste back to towncan just stay to count over our

money, and give the receipts. Happy for us, if we get that same!but can't expect he should have time to see

or hear us, or mind our improvements, any more than listen to our complaints! Oh, there's great excuse for the

'But, if he does not live amongst you himself, has not he some underagent, who lives in the country?' said

'He should knowhe should know better; but as to minding our concerns, your honour knows,' continued

she, smiling again, 'every one in this world must mind their own concerns; and it would be a good world, if it

was even so. There's a great deal in all things, that don't appear at first sight. Mr. Dennis wanted Grace for a

wife for his bailiff; but she would not have him; and Mr. Dennis was very sweet to her himselfbut Grace is

rather high with him as proper, and he has a grudge AGAIN' us ever since. Yet, indeed, there,' added she,

after another pause, 'as you say, I think we are safe; for we have that memorandum in writing, with a pencil,

given under his own hand, on the back of the LASE, to me, by the same token when my good lord had his

foot on the step of the coach, going away; and I'll never forget the smile of her that got that good turn done

for me, Miss Grace. And just when she was going to England and London, and, young as she was, to have the

thought to stop and turn to the likes of me! Oh, then, if you could see her, and know her, as I did! THAT was

the comforting angel upon earthlook and voice, and heart and all! Oh, that she was here present, this

minute!But did you scald yourself?' said the widow to Lord Colambre. 'Sure you must have scalded

yourself; for you poured the kettle straight over your hand, and it boiling!O DEEAR! to think of so young

Luckily, to prevent her pursuing her observations from the hand to the face, which might have betrayed more

than Lord Colambre wished she should know, her own Grace came in at this instant.

'There it's for you, safe, mother dearthe LASE!' said Grace, throwing a packet into her lap. The old woman

lifted up her hands to heaven, with the lease between them.'Thanks be to Heaven!' Grace passed on, and

sunk down on the first seat she could reach. Her face flushed, and, looking much fatigued, she loosened the

strings of her bonnet and cloak'Then, I'm tired;' but, recollecting herself, she rose, and curtsied to the

'Why, after prayers, we had to gofor the agent was not at prayers, nor at home for us, when we calledwe

had to go all the way up to the castle; and there, by great good luck, we found Mr. Nick Garraghty himself,

come from Dublin, and the LASE in his hands; and he sealed it up that way, and handed it to me very civil. I

never saw him so goodthough he offered me a glass of spirits, which was not manners to a decent young

woman, in a morningas Brian noticed after. Brian would not take any either, nor never does. We met Mr.

Dennis and the driver coming home; and he says, the rent must be paid tomorrow, or, instead of renewing,

he'll seize and sell all. Mother dear, I would have dropped with the walk, but for Brian's arm.''It's a wonder,

dear, what makes you so weak, that used to be so strong,''But if we can sell the cow for anything at all to

Mr. Dennis, since his eye is set upon her, better let him have her, mother dear; and that and my yarn, which

Mrs. Garraghty says she'll allow me for, will make up the rentand Brian need not talk of America. But it

must be in golden guineas, the agent will take the rent no other way; and you won't get a guinea for less than

five shillings. Well, even so, it's easy selling my new gown to one that covets it, and that will give me in

exchange the price of the gold; or, suppose that would not do, add this cloak,it's handsome, and I know a

friend would be glad to take it, and I'd part it as ready as look at itAnything at all, sure, rather than that he

should be forced to talk of emigrating; or, oh, worse again, listing for the bountyto save us from the cant or

'Oh, child! This is what makes you weak, fretting. Don't be that way. Sure here's the LASE, and that's good

comfort; and the soldiers will be gone out of Clonbrony tomorrow, and then that's off your mind. And as to

America, it's only talkI won't let him, he's dutiful; and would sooner sell my dresser and down to my bed,

dear, than see you sell anything of yours, love. Promise me you won't. Why didn't Brian come home all the

'He would have seen me home,' said Grace,' only that he went up a piece of the mountain for some stones or

ore for the gentleman for he had the manners to think of him this morning, though, shame for me, I had

not, when I come in, or I would not have told you all this, and he himself by. See, there he is, mother.'

Brian came in very hot, out of breath, with his hat full of stones. 'Good morrow to your honour. I was in bed

last night; and sorry they did not call me up to be of SARVICE. Larry was telling us, this morning, your

honour's from Wales, and looking for mines in Ireland, and I heard talk that there was one on our

mountainmaybe, you'd be CUROUS to see, and so I brought the best I could, but I'm no judge.'

'Nor I, neither,' thought Lord Colambre; but he thanked the young man, and determined to avail himself of

Larry's misconception or false report; examined the stones very gravely, and said, 'This promises well. Lapis

caliminaris, schist, plumpudding stone, rhomboidal, crystal, blend, garrawachy,' and all the strange names

'The LASE!Is it?' cried the young man, with joy sparkling in his eyes, as his mother held up the packet.

'Then all's safe! and he's an honest man, and shame on me, that could suspect he meant us wrong. Lend me

He cracked the seals, and taking off the cover,'It's the LASE, sure enough. Shame on me!But stay,

'It's there, sure,' said his mother, 'where my lord's pencil writ it. I don't read.Grace, dear, look.'

The young man put it into her hands, and stood without power to utter a syllable.

'Gracious Heaven! that can't be,' said the old woman, putting on her spectacles; 'let me seeI remember the

'It's taken awayit's rubbed clean out!Oh, wasn't I fool? But who could have thought he'd be the villain!'

'She's gone!' cried Lord Colambre, and the mother just caught her in her arms as she was falling.

'The chaise is ready, PLASE your honour,' said Larry, coming into the room. 'Death! what's here?'

'Young man, I, promise you,' cried Lord Colambre (speaking in the tone of a master), striking the young

man's shoulder, who was kneeling at Grace's feet; but recollecting and restraining himself, he added, in a

quiet voice'I promise you I shall never forget the hospitality I have received in this house, and I am sorry

These words uttered with difficulty, he hurried out of the house, and into his carriage. 'Go back to them,' said

he to the postillion; 'go back and ask whether, if I should stay a day or two longer in this country, they would

let me return at night and lodge with them. And here, man, stay, take this,' putting money into his hands, 'for

'Well, I am obliged to her for the night's lodging she did give me; I have no right to expect more.'

'What is it?Sure she bid me tell you"and welcome to the lodging; for," said she, "he is a kindhearted

gentleman;" but here's the money; it's that I was telling you she would not have at all.'

'Thank you. Now, my good friend Larry, drive me to Clonbrony, and do not say another word, for I'm not in a

Larry nodded, mounted, and drove to Clonbrony. Clonbrony was now a melancholy scene. The houses,

which had been built in a better style of architecture than usual, were in a ruinous condition; the dashing was

off the walls, no glass in the windows, and many of the roofs without slates. For the stillness of the place

Lord Colambre in some measure accounted by considering that it was Sunday; therefore, of course, all the

shops were shut up, and all the people at prayers. He alighted at the inn, which completely answered Larry's

representation of it. Nobody to be seen but a drunken waiter, who, as well as he could articulate, informed

Lord Colambre that 'his mistress was in her bed since Thursday wasaweek; the hostler at the

Lord Colambre walked to the church, but the church gate was locked and brokena calf, two pigs, and an

ass, in the churchyard; and several boys (with more of skin apparent than clothes) were playing at hustlecap

upon a tombstone, which, upon nearer observation, he saw was the monument of his own family. One of the

boys came to the gate, and told Lord Colambre 'there was no use in going into the church, becaase there was

no church there; nor had not been this twelvemonth; becaase there was no curate; and the parson was away

Lord Colambre returned to the inn, where, after waiting a considerable time, he gave up the pointhe could

not get any dinnerand in the evening he walked out again into the town. He found several alehouses,

however, open, which were full of people; all of them as busy and as noisy as possible. He observed that the

interest was created by an advertisement of several farms on the Clonbrony estate, to be set by Nicholas

Garraghty, Esq. He could not help smiling at his being witness incognito to various schemes for outwitting

the agents and defrauding the landlord; but, on a sudden, the scene was changed; a boy ran in, crying out, that

'St. Dennis was riding down the hill into the town; and, if you would not have the license,' said the boy, 'take

'IF YOU WOULDN'T HAVE THE LICENCE,' Lord Colambre perceived, by what followed, meant, 'IF

YOU HAVE NOT A LICENCE.' Brannagan immediately snatched an untasted glass of whisky from a

customer's lips (who cried, Murder!) gave it and the bottle he held in his hand to his wife, who swallowed the

spirits, and ran away with the bottle and glass into some back hole; whilst the bystanders laughed, saying,

'Clear out all of you at the back door, for the love of heaven, if you wouldn't be the ruin of me,' said the man

of the house, setting a ladder to a corner of the shop. 'Phil, hoist me up the keg to the loft,' added he, running

up the ladder; 'and one of YEES step up street, and give Rose M'Givney notice, for she's selling too.'

The keg was hoisted up; the ladder removed; the shop cleared of all the customers; the shutters shut; the door

barred; the counter cleaned. 'Lift your stones, sir, if you plase,' said the wife, as she rubbed the counter, 'and

say nothing of what you SEEN at all; but that you're a stranger and a traveller seeking a lodging, if you're

questioned, or waiting to see Mr. Dennis. There's no smell of whisky in it now, is there, sir?'

Lord Colambre could not flatter her so far as to say thishe could only hope no one would perceive it.

'Oh, and if he would, the smell of whisky was nothing,' as the wife affirmed, 'for it was everywhere in nature,

'Now St. Dennis may come when he will, or old Nick himself!' So she tied up a blue handkerchief over her

'Whilst you turned your head, while I was tying the handkerchief over my face. Within the room, look, he is

'St. Dennis himself!Stay, till I unbar the door,' said the woman; and, making a great difficulty, she let him

'We was all done up for the night, PLASE your honour, and myself with the toothache, very badAnd the

lodger, that's going to take an egg only, before he'd go into his bed. My man's in it, and asleep long ago.'

With a magisterial air, though with a look of blank disappointment, Mr. Dennis Garraghty walked on, looked

into THE ROOM, saw the good man of the house asleep, heard him snore, and then, returning, asked Lord

Our hero said he was from England, and a traveller; and now, bolder grown as a geologist, he talked of his

specimens, and his hopes of finding a mine in the neighbouring mountains; then adopting, as well as he

could, the servile tone and abject manner in which he found Mr. Dennis was to be addressed, 'he hoped he

'To bore, is it?Well, don't BORE me about it. I can't give you any answer now, my good friend; I'm

Out he strutted. 'Stick to him up the town, if you have a mind to get your answer,' whispered the woman.

'Well, sir, what are you following and sticking to me, like my shadow, for?' said Mr. Dennis, turning

'You seem to be a civil kind of fellow; but, as to boring, I don't knowif you undertake it at your own

expense. I dare say there may be minerals in the ground. Well, you may call at the castle tomorrow, and

when my brother has done with the tenantry, I'll speak to him FOR you, and we'll consult together, and see

what we think. It's too late tonight. In Ireland, nobody speaks to a gentleman about business after

dinneryour servant, sir; anybody can show you the way to the castle in the morning.' And, pushing by his

lordship, he called to a man on the other side of the street, who had obviously been waiting for him; he went

under a gateway with this man, and gave him a bag of guineas. He then called for his horse, which was

brought to him by a man whom Colambre had heard declaring that he would bid for the land that was

advertised; whilst another, who had the same intentions, most respectfully held St. Dennis's stirrup, whilst he

mounted without thanking either of these men. St. Dennis clapped spurs to his steed, and rode away. No

thanks, indeed, were deserved; for the moment he was out of hearing, both cursed him after the manner of

'Bad luck go with you, then!And may you break your neck before you get home, if it was not for the LASE

Lord Colambre followed the crowd into a publichouse, where a new scene presented itself to his view.

The man to whom St. Dennis gave the bag of gold was now selling this very gold to the tenants, who were to

The agent would take nothing but gold. The same guineas were bought and sold several times over, to the

great profit of the agent and loss of the poor tenants; for, as the rents were paid, the guineas were resold to

another set, and the remittances made through bankers to the landlord; who, as the poor man who explained

the transaction to Lord Colambre expressed it, 'gained nothing by the business, bad or good, but the illwill

The higgling for the price of the gold; the time lost in disputing about the goodness of the notes, among some

poor tenants, who could not read or write, and who were at the mercy of the man with the bag in his hand; the

vexation, the useless harassing of all who were obliged to submit ultimatelyLord Colambre saw; and all

this time he endured the smell of tobacco and whisky, and of the sound of various brogues, the din of men

wrangling, brawling, threatening, whining, drawling, cajoling, cursing, and every variety of wretchedness.

'And is this my father's town of Clonbrony?' thought Lord Colambre. 'Is this Ireland?No, it is not Ireland.

Let me not, like most of those who forsake their native country, traduce it. Let me not, even to my own mind,

commit the injustice of taking a speck for the whole. What I have just seen is the picture only of that to which

an Irish estate and Irish tenantry may be degraded in the absence of those whose duty and interest it is to

reside in Ireland to uphold justice by example and authority; but who, neglecting this duty, commit power to

bad hands and bad heartsabandon their tenantry to oppression, and their property to ruin.'

It was now fine moonlight, and Lord Colambre met with a boy, who said he could show him a short way

All were asleep at the cottage, when Lord Colambre arrived, except the widow, who was sitting up, waiting

for him; and who had brought her dog into the house, that he might not fly at him, or bark at his return. She

had a roast chicken ready for her guest, and it wasbut this she never told him the only chicken she had left;

all the others had been sent with the DUTYFOWL as a present to the underagent's lady. While he was

eating his supper, which he ate with the better appetite, as he had had no dinner, the good woman took down

from the shelf a pocketbook, which she gave him: 'Is not that your book?' said she. 'My boy Brian found it

'Thank you,' said Lord Colambre; 'there are bank notes in it, which I could not afford to lose,'

Then, in answer to his inquiries about Grace and the young man, the widow answered, 'They are all in heart

now, I thank ye kindly, sir, for asking; they'll sleep easy tonight anyway, and I'm in great spirits for them

and myselffor all's smooth now. After we parted you, Brian saw Mr. Dennis himself about the LASE and

memorandum, which he never denied, but knew nothing about. "But, be that as it may," says he, " you're

improving tenants, and I'm confident my brother will consider ye; so what you'll do is, you'll give up the

possession tomorrow to myself, that will call for it by cockcrow, just for form's sake; and then go up to the

castle with the new LASE ready drawn, in your hand, and if all's paid off clear of the rent, and all that's due,

you'll get the new LASE signed; I'll promise you that upon the word and honour of a gentleman." And there's

no going beyond that, you know, sir. So my boy came home as light as a feather, and as gay as a lark, to bring

us the good news; only he was afraid we might not make up the rent, guineas and all; and because he could

not get paid for the work he done, on account of the mistake in the overseer's tally, I sold the cow to a

neighbourdogcheap; but needs must, as they say, when old Nick DRIVES,' said the widow, smiling.

'Well, still it was but paper we got for the cow; then that must be gold before the agent would take or touch it

so I was laying out to sell the dresser, and had taken the plates and cups, and little things off it, and my boy

was lifting it out with Andy the carpenter, that was agreeing for it, when in comes Grace, all rosy, and out of

breathit's a wonder I minded her run out, and not missed her. "Mother," says she, "here's the gold for you!

don't be stirring your dresser.""And where's your gown and cloak, Grace?" says I. But I beg your pardon,

'"Where's your gown and cloak, Grace!" says I."Gone," says she. "The cloak was too warm and heavy, and

I don't doubt, mother, but it was that helped to make me faint this morning. And as to the gown, sure I've a

very nice one here, that you spun for me yourself, mother; and that I prize above all the gowns ever came out

of a loom; and that Brian said become me to his fancy above any gown ever he see me wear; and what could I

wish for more?" Now I'd a mind to scold her for going to sell the gown unknown'st to me, but I don't know

how it was, I couldn't scold her just then, so kissed her, and Brian the same, and that was what no man ever

did before. And she had a mind to be angry with him, but could not, nor ought not, says I; "for he's as good as

your husband now, Grace; and no man can part yees now," says I, putting their hands together. Well, I never

saw her look so pretty; nor there was not a happier boy that minute on God's earth than my son, nor a happier

mother than myself; and I thanked God that had given them to me; and down they both fell on their knees for

my blessing, little worth as it was; and my heart's blessing they had, and I laid my hands upon them. "It's the

priest you must get to do this for you tomorrow," says I. And Brian just held up the ring, to show me all was

ready on his part, but could not speak. "Then there's no America any more!" said Grace low to me, and her

heart was on her lips; but the colour came and went, and. I was a FEARED she'd have swooned again, but not

for sorrow so I carried her off Well, if she was not my ownbut she is not my own born so I may say

itthere never was a better girl, nor a more kindhearted, nor generous; never thinking anything she could

do, or give, too much for them she loved, and anything at all would do for herself; the sweetest natured and

tempered both, and always was, from this high; the bond that held all together, and joy of the house.'

'Is not it late?' said Lord Colambre, stretching himself and gaping; 'I've walked a great way today.'

The old woman lighted his rushlight, showed him to his red check bed, and wished him a very good night;

not without some slight sentiment of displeasure at his gaping thus at the panegyric on her darling Grace.

Before she left the room, however, her short lived resentment vanished, upon his saying that he hoped, with

Early in the morning Brian went to the priest, to ask his reverence when it would be convenient to marry him;

and, whilst he was gone, Mr. Dennis Garraghty came to the cottage, to receive the rent and possession. The

'No occasion for a receipt; for a new LASE is a receipt in full for everything.'

'Very well, sir, said the widow; 'I know nothing of law. You know bestwhatever you directfor you are

acting as a friend to us now. My son got the attorney to draw the pair of new LASES yesterday, and here they

Mr. Dennis said his brother must settle that part of the business, and that they must carry them up to the

Then, as he instructed her, she gave up the key of the door to him, and a bit of the thatch of the house; and he

raked out the fire, and said every living creature must go out. 'It's only form of law,' said he.

'And must my lodger get up and turn out, sir?' said she. 'He must turn out, to be surenot a living soul must

On Lord Colambre's appearing, Mr. Dennis showed some surprise, and said, 'I thought you were lodging at

Brannagan's; are not you the man who spoke to me at his house about the gold mines?'

'Yes, sir, I am the person who spoke to you about the gold mines at Brannagan's; but I did not like to lodge'

'Well, no matter where you liked to lodge; you must walk out of this lodging now, if you please, my good

So Mr. Dennis pushed his lordship out by the shoulders, repeating, as the widow turned back and looked with

some surprise and alarm, 'Only for form sake, only for form sake!' then locking the door, took the key, and

put it into his pocket. The widow held out her hand for it: 'The form's gone through now, sir, is not it? Be

'When the new lease is signed, I'll give you possession again; but not till thenfor that's the law. So make

away with you to the castle; and mind,' added he, winking slily, 'mind you take sealingmoney with you, and

'I have it, mother; don't fret,' said Grace. 'I have itthe price ofwhat I can want. [What I can do without.]

So let us go off to the castle without delay. Brian will meet us on the road, you know.'

They set off for Clonbrony Castle, Lord Colambre accompanying them. Brian met them on the road. 'Father

Tom is ready, dear mother; bring her in, and he'll marry us. I'm not my own man till she's mine. Who knows

So she let him lead her into the priest's house, and she did not make any of the awkward draggings back, or

ridiculous scenes of grimace sometimes exhibited on these occasions; but blushing rosy red, yet with more

selfpossession than could have been expected from her timid nature, she gave her hand to the man she

'Ah!' thought Lord Colambre, whilst he congratulated the bride, 'shall I ever be as happy as these poor people

are at this moment?' He longed to make them some little present, but all he could venture at this moment was

The priest positively refused to take anything. 'They are the best couple in my parish,' said he; 'and I'll take

'Whatever trouble God sends, He has given one now will help to bear it, and sure I may be thankful,' said

'Oh, you're very kind,' said the widow, smiling; 'and I wouldn't doubt you, if you had the power. I hope, then,

the agent will give you encouragement about them mines, that we may keep you among us.'

'I am determined to settle among you, warmhearted, generous people!' cried Lord Colambre, 'whether the

It was a long walk to Clonbrony Castle; the old woman, as she said herself, would not have been able for it,

but for a LIFT given to her by a friendly carman, whom they met on the road with an empty car. This carman

was Finnucan, who dissipated Lord Colambre's fears of meeting and being recognised by Mrs. Raffarty; for

he, in answer to the question of, 'Who is at the castle?' replied, 'Mrs. Raffarty will be in it afore night; but

she's on the road still. There's none but old Nick in it yet; and he's more of a NEGER than ever; for think, that

he would not pay me a farthing for the carriage of his SHISTER'S boxes and bandboxes down. If you're

Lord Colambre's attention was now engaged by the view of the castle and park of Clonbrony. He had not

seen it since he was six years old. Some faint reminiscence from his childhood made him feel or fancy that he

knew the place. It was a fine castle, spacious park; but all about it, from the broken piers at the great entrance,

to the messy gravel and loose steps at the hall door, had an air of desertion and melancholy. Walks

overgrown, shrubberies wild, plantations run up into bare poles; fine trees cut down, and lying on the gravel

in lots to be sold. A hill that had been covered with an oak wood, in which, in his childhood, our hero used to

play, and which he called the black forest, was gone; nothing to be seen but the white stumps of the trees, for

it had been freshly cut down, to make up the last remittances.'And how it went, when sold!but no

matter,' said Finnucan; 'it's all alike.It's the back way into the yard, I'll take you, I suppose.'

And such a yard! 'But it's no matter,' repeated Lord Colambre to himself; 'it's all alike.'

In the kitchen a great dinner was dressing for Mr. Garraghty's friends, who were to make merry with him

'Where's the keys of the cellar, till I get out the claret for after dinner,' says one; 'and the wine for the

cooksure there's venison,' cries another.'Venison!That's the way my lord's deer goes,' says a third,

laughing.'ay, sure! and very proper, when he's not here to eat 'em.''Keep your nose out of the kitchen,

young man, if you PLASE,' said the agent's cook, shutting the door in Lord Colambre's face. 'There's the way

'No; up the grand staircase they mustMr. Garraghty ordered,' said the footman; 'because the office is damp

for him, and it's not there he'll see anybody today; but in my lady's dressing room.'

So up the grand staircase they went, and through the magnificent apartments, hung with pictures of great

value, spoiling with damp. 'Then, isn't it a pity to see them? There's my lady, and all spoiling,' said the

Lord Colambre stopped before a portrait of Miss Nugent. 'Shamefully damaged!' cried he. 'Pass on, or let

me pass, if you PLASE,' said one of the tenants; 'and don't be stopping the doorway.' 'I have business more

'In the PRESENCECHAMBER,' replied another; 'where should the viceroy be but in the

There was a full levee, and fine smell of greatcoats. 'Oh! would you put your hats on the silk cushions?' said

the widow to some men in the doorway, who were throwing off their greasy hats on a damask sofa.'Why

not? where else?' 'If the lady was in it, you wouldn't,' said she, sighing. 'No, to be sure, I wouldn't; great

news! would I make no DIFFER in the presence of old Nick and my lady?' said he, in Irish. 'Have I no sense

or manners, good woman, think ye?' added he, as he shook the ink out of his pen on the Wilton carpet, when

he had finished signing his name to a paper on his knee. 'You may wait long before you get to the speech of

the great man,' said another, who was working his way through numbers. They continued pushing forward,

till they came within sight of Mr. Nicholas Garraghty, seated in state; and a worse countenance, or a more

perfect picture of an insolent, petty tyrant in office, Lord Colambre had never beheld.

We forbear all further detail of this levee. 'It's all the same!' as Lord Colambre repeated to himself, on every

fresh instance of roguery or oppression to which he was witness; and, having completely made up his mind

on the subject, he sat down quietly in the background, waiting till it should come to the widow's turn to be

dealt with, for he was now interested only to see how she would be treated. The room gradually thinned; Mr.

Dennis Garraghty came in, and sat down at the table, to help his brother to count the heaps of gold.

'Oh, Mr. Dennis, I'm glad to see you as kind as your promise, meeting me here,' said the widow O'Neill,

walking up to him; 'I'm sure you'll speak a good word for me; here's the LASESwho will I offer this to?'

said she, holding the GLOVEMONEY and SEALING MONEY,'for I'm strange and ashamed.'

'Oh, don't be ashamedthere's no strangeness in bringing money or taking it,' said Mr. Nicholas Garraghty,

'It was, PLASE your honour; and Mr. Dennis has the key of our little place in his pocket.'

'Then I hope he'll keep it there. YOUR little placeit's no longer yours; I've promised it to the surveyor. You

'Mr. Dennis named the rent. But anything your honour PLASES anything at all that we can pay.'

'Oh, it's out of the questionput it out of your head. No rent you can offer would do, for I've promised it to

'Sir, Mr. Dennis knows my lord gave us his promise in writing of a renewal, on the back of the OULD

'Nonsense! coming to me with a promise that's rubbed out. Who'll listen to that in a court of justice, do you

'I don't know, plase your honour; but this I'm sure of, my lord and Miss Nugent, though but a child at the

time, God bless her! who was by when my lord wrote it with his pencil, will remember it.'

'Miss Nugent! what can she know of business?What has she to do with the management of my Lord

'Very easily; if you set about to make her meddle and witness in what my lord does not choose.'

'Well then, I'll never mention Miss Nugent's name in it at all, if it was ever so with me. But be PLASED, sir,

'I'd be sorry to trouble him. Then take it on my word, and believe me, sir; for I would not tell a lie, nor cheat

rich or poor, if in my power, for the whole estate, nor the whole world: for there's an eye above.'

'Cant! nonsense!Take those leases off the table; I never will sign them. Walk off; ye canting hag; it's an

'You WILL then, sir,' cried Brian, growing red with indignation; 'for the law shall make you, so it shall; and

you'd as good have been civil to my mother, whatever you didfor I'll stand by her while I've life; and I

know she has right, and shall have law. I saw the memorandum written before ever it went into your hands,

'Swear away, my good friend; much your swearing will avail in your own case in a court of justice,'

'And against a gentleman of my brother's established character and property,' said St. Dennis. 'What's your

Grace put her hand before his mouth, to stop him. 'Grace, dear, I must speak, if I die for it; sure it's for my

mother,' said the young man, struggling forward, while his mother held him back; 'I must speak.'

'Oh, he's ruin'd, I see it,' said Grace, putting her hand before her eyes, 'and he won't mind me.'

'Go on, let him go on, pray, young woman,' said Mr. Garraghty, pale with anger and fear, his lips quivering; 'I

'Write them; and may all the world read it, and welcome!' His mother and wife stopped his mouth by force.

'Write you, Dennis,' said Mr. Garraghty, giving the pen to his brother; for his hand shook so he could not

form a letter. 'Write the very words, and at the top' (pointing) after warning, WITH MALICE PREPENSE.'

'Write, thenmother, Gracelet me,' cried Brian, speaking in a smothered voice, as their hands were over

his mouth. 'Write then, that, if you'd either of you a character like my mother, you might defy the world; and

'Oh, sir! sir! won't you stop him?' cried Grace, turning suddenly to Lord Colambre.

'Let him speak,' said Lord Colambre, in a tone of authority; 'let the voice of truth be heard.'

'Lord Colambre, I protest! ' exclaimed a female voice; and Mrs. Raffarty at this instant appeared at the open

'My lord, I beg pardon;' continued Mrs. Raffarty, advancing as if her legs were tied; 'had I known you was

down here, I would not have presumed. I'd better retire; for I see you're busy.'

'You'd best; for you're mad, sister,' said St. Dennis, pushing her back; 'and we are busy; go to your room, and

'First, madam,' said Lord Colambre, going between her and the door, 'let me beg that you will consider

yourself as at home in this house, whilst any circumstances make it desirable to you. The hospitality you

'Oh, my lord, you're too goodhow fewtoo kind kinder than my own,' and bursting into tears, she

Lord Colambre returned to the party round the table, who were in various attitudes of astonishment, and with

'Distress,' continued his lordship, 'however incurred, if not by vice, will always find a refuge in this house. I

speak in my father's name, for I know I speak his sentiments. But never more shall vice,' said he, darting such

a look at the brother agents as they felt to the backbone'never more shall vice, shall fraud enter here.'

'There spoke the true thing! and the RAEL gentleman; my own heart's satisfied,' said Brian, folding his arms,

The widow advancing, put on her spectacles, and, looking up close at Lord Colambre's face'Then it's a

Lord Colambre now recollecting that he still wore the old greatcoat, threw it off.

'Oh, bless him! Then now I'd know him anywhere. I'm willing to die now, for we'll all be happy.'

'My lord, since it is somy lord, may I ask you,' said Mr. Garraghty, now sufficiently recovered to be able to

articulate, but scarcely to express his ideas; 'if what your lordship hinted just now'

'I beg pardon, my lord,' said old Nick;'respecting vice, was levelled at me; because, if it was, my lord,'

'And let me ask, my lord, if I may presume, whether, in what you suggested by the word fraud, your lordship

'A very particular meaning, sir,feel in your pocket for the key of this widow's house, and deliver it to her.'

'Oh, if that's all the meaning, with all the pleasure in life. I never meant to detain it longer than till the leases

'Oh, as to that, my lord, I have power to sign for your father.' He signed the leases; they were duly witnessed

'I deliver this as my act and deed,' said Mr. Garraghty; 'My lord,' continued he, 'you see, at the first word

from you; and had I known sooner the interest you took in the family, there would have been no difficulty;

'But when gentlemen and noblemen travel INCOGNITO, and lodge in cabins,' added St. Dennis, with a

'Do not judge my heart by your own, sir,' said Lord Colambre, coolly; 'no two things in nature can, I trust, be

more different. My purpose in travelling INCOGNITO has been fully answered: I was determined to see and

judge how my father's estates were managed; and I have seen, compared, and judged. I have seen the

difference between the Clonbrony and the Colambre property; and I shall represent what I have seen to my

'As to that, my lord, if we are to come to that but I trust your lordship will suffer me to explain these

matters.Go about your business, my good friends; you have all you want;and, my lord, after dinner,

when you are cool, I hope I shall be able to make you sensible that things have been represented to your

lordship in a mistaken light; and I flatter myself I shall convince you I have not only always acted the part of

a friend to the family, but am particularly willing to conciliate your lordship's goodwill,' said he, sweeping

'I want no accommodation, sir,were I starving, I would accept of none from you. Never can you conciliate

'If that be the case, my lord, I must conduct myself accordingly; but it's fair to warn you, before you make any

representation to my Lord Clonbrony, that if he should think of changing his agent, there are accounts to be

'No, sir; no considerationmy father never shall be the slave of such a paltry consideration.'

'Oh, very well, my lord; you know best. If you choose to make an assumpsit, I'm sure I shall not object to the

security. Your lordship will be of age soon, I knowI'm sure I'm satisfied but,' added he with a malicious

smile, 'I rather apprehend you don't know what you undertake; I only premise that the balance of accounts

'Very well, my lord, you will follow your own principles, if it suits your convenience.'

'Immediately, sir,' said Lord Colambre; his lordship saw new leases from his father to Mr. Dennis Garraghty,

'Immediately!' repeated Messrs. Nicholas and Dennis, with an air of dismay. Nicholas got up, looked out of

the window, and whispered something to his brother, who instantly left the room.

'Lord Colambre saw the postchaise at the door, which had brought Mrs. Raffarty to the castle, and Larry

standing beside it; his lordship instantly threw up the sash, and holding between his finger and thumb a

'You shall have 'emyour honour,' said Larry. Mr. Dennis Garraghty appeared below, speaking in a

Half a crown! a crown!half a guinea!' said Mr. Dennis Garraghty, raising his voice, as he increased his

proffered bribe. To each offer Larry replied, 'You can't, PLASE your honour, they're engaged;'and, looking

up to the window at Lord Colambre, he said, 'as soon as they have eaten their oats, you shall have 'em.'

No other horses were to be had. The agent was in consternation. Lord Colambre ordered that Larry should

have some dinner, and whilst the postillion was eating, and the horses finishing their oats, his lordship wrote

the following letter to his father, which, to prevent all possibility of accident, he determined to put, with his

MY DEAR FATHER, I hope to be with you in a few days. Lest anything should detain me on the road, I

write this, to make an earnest request to you, that you will not sign any papers, or transact any farther

business with Messrs. Nicholas or Dennis Garraghty, before you see your affectionate son, COLAMBRE.

The horses came out. Larry sent word he was ready, and Lord Colambre, having first eaten a slice of his own

venison, ran down to the carriage, followed by the thanks and blessings of the widow, her son, and daughter,

who could hardly make their way after him to the chaisedoor, so great was the crowd which had gathered on

the report of his lordship's arrival. 'Long life to your honour! Long life to your lordship!' echoed on all sides.

'For the sake both of landlord and tenant, I must leave you now, my good friends; but I hope to return to you

'God bless you! and speed ye! and a safe journey to your honour!and a happy return to us, and soon!' cried

Lord Colambre stopped at the chaisedoor and beckoned to the widow O'Neill, before whom others had

There! that was the very way his father stood with his feet on the steps. And Miss Nugent was IN IT.'

'This pocketbook,' said he, 'which your son restored to meI intend it for your daughterdon't keep it, as

your son kept it for me, without opening it. Let what is withinside,' added he, as he got into the carriage,

'replace the cloak and gown, and let all things necessary for a bride be bought; "for the bride that has all

Larry drove off at full gallop, and kept on at a good rate, till he got out of the great gate, and beyond the sight

of the crowd; then, pulling up, he turned to Lord Colambre'PLASE your honour, I did not know nor guess

ye was my lord, when I let you have the horses; did not know who you was from Adam, I'll take my

'There's no occasion,' said Lord Colambre; 'I hope you don't repent letting me have the horses, now you do

'Oh! not at all, sure; I'm as glad as the best horse I ever crossed, that your honour is my lordbut I was only

'I do not look upon you as a TIMESERVER, Larry; but keep on, that time may serve me.'

In two words, he explained his cause of haste; and no sooner explained than understood. Larry thundered

away through the town of Clonbrony, bending over his horses, plying the whip, and lending his very soul at

every lash. With much difficulty, Lord Colambre stopped him at the end of the town, at the postoffice. The

'Maybe we'll overtake the mail,' said Larry; and, as he spoke, he slid down from his seat, and darted into the

publichouse, reappearing, in a few moments, with a copper of ale and a horn in his hand; he and another

man held open the horses' mouths, and poured the ale through the horn down their throats. 'Now, they'll go

And, with the hope of overtaking the mail, Larry made them go 'for life or death,' as he said; but in vain! At

the next stage, at his own inndoor, Larry roared for fresh horses till he got them, harnessed them with his

own hands, holding the sixshilling piece, which Lord Colambre had given him, in his mouth, all the while;

'Speed ye! I wish I was driving you all the way, then,' said he. The other postillion was not yet ready. 'Then

your honour sees,' said he, putting his head into the carriage, 'CONSARNING of them Garraghtiesold

Nick and St. Dennisthe best part, that is the worst part, of what I told you, proved true; and I'm glad of it,

that is, I'm sorry for itbut glad your honour knows it in time. So Heaven prosper you! And may all the

saints (BARRING St. Dennis) have charge of you, and all belonging to you, till we see you here

'I cannot say when I shall return to you myself, but I will do my best to send your landlord to you soon. In the

meantime, my good fellow, keep away from the sign of the Horseshoea man of your sense to drink and

'True!And it was only when I had lost hope I took to itbut now! Bring me the book, one of YEES, out of

the landlady's parlour.By the virtue of this book, and by all the books that ever was shut and opened, I

won't touch a drop of spirits, good or bad, till I see your honour again, or some of the family, this time

twelvemonththat long I'll live on hopebut mind, if you disappoint me, I don't swear but I'll take to the

whisky, for comfort, all the rest of my days. But don't be staying here, wasting your time, advising me.

Bartley! take the reins, can't ye?' cried he, giving them to the fresh postillion; 'and keep on, for your life, for

there's thousands of pounds depending on the raceso, off, off, Bartley, with speed of light!'

Bartley did his best; and such was the excellence of the roads, that, notwithstanding the rate at which our hero

travelled, he arrived safely in Dublin, and just in time to put his letter into the postoffice, and to sail in that

night's packet. The wind was fair when Lord Colambre went on board, but before they got out of the bay it

changed; they made no way all night; in the course of the next day, they had the mortification to see another

packet from Dublin sail past them, and when they landed at Holyhead, were told the packet, which had left

Ireland twelve hours after them, had been in an hour before them. The passengers had taken their places in

the coach, and engaged what horses could be had. Lord Colambre was afraid that Mr. Garraghty was one of

them; a person exactly answering his description had taken four horses, and set out half an hour before in

great haste for London. Luckily, just as those who had taken their places in the mail were getting into the

coach, Lord Colambre saw among them a gentleman, with whom he had been acquainted in Dublin, a

barrister, who was come over during the long vacation, to make a tour of pleasure in England. When Lord

Colambre explained the reason he had for being in haste to reach London, he had the goodnature to give up

to him his place in the coach. Lord Colambre travelled all night, and delayed not one moment, till he reached

'Yes, my lord, in his own roomthe agent from Ireland with him, on particular businessdesired not to be

Lord Colambre ran past the servant, as he spokemade his way into the roomfound his father, Sir

Terence O'Fay, and Mr. Garraghtyleases open on the table before them; a candle lighted; Sir Terence

sealing; Garraghty emptying a bag of guineas on the table, and Lord Clonbrony actually with a pen in his

As the door opened, Garraghty started back, so that half the contents of his bag rolled upon the floor.

'Stop, my dear father, I conjure you,' cried Lord Colambre, springing forward, and kneeling to his father; at

Colambre! God bless you, my dear boy! at all events. But how came you here?And what do you mean?'

'Burn it!' cried Sir Terence, pinching the sealingwax; 'for I burnt myself with the pleasure of the surprise.'

Garraghty, without saying a word, was picking up the guineas that were scattered upon the floor.

'How fortunate I am,' cried Lord Colambre, 'to have arrived just in time to tell you, my dear father, before you

put your signature to these papers, before you conclude this bargain, all I know, all I have seen, of that man!'

'Mr. Garraghty, what have you done to offend my son? I did not expect this,' said Lord Clonbrony.

'Upon my conscience, my lord, nothing to my knowledge,' said Mr. Garraghty, picking up the guineas; 'but

showed him every civility, even so far as offering to accommodate him with cash without security; and where

will you find the other agent, in Ireland or anywhere else, will do that? To my knowledge, I never did

anything, by word or deed, to offend my Lord Colambre; nor could not, for I never saw him, but for ten

minutes, in my days; and then he was in such a foaming passionbegging his lordship's pardonowing to

the misrepresentations he met with of me, I presume, from a parcel of blackguards that he went amongst,

INCOGNITO, he would not let me or my brother Dennis say a word to set him right; but exposed me before

all the tenantry, and then threw himself into a hack, and drove off here, to stop the signing of these leases, I

perceive. But I trust,' concluded he, putting the replenished moneybag down with a heavy sound on the

table, opposite to Lord Clonbrony,'I trust, my Lord Clonbrony will do me justice; that's all I have to say.'

'I comprehend the force of your last argument fully, sir,' said Lord Colambre. 'May I ask how many guineas

'They are to be your lordship's father's, sir, if he thinks proper,' replied Garraghty. 'How many, I don't know

'And they would be my father's if he signed those leasesI understand that perfectly, and understand that my

father would lose three times that sum by the bargain.My dear father, you startbut it is true. Is not this

the rent, sir, at which you were going to let Mr. Garraghty have the land?' placing a paper before Lord

'And here, sir, written with my own hand, are copies of the proposals I saw, from responsible, respectable

tenants, offered and refused.Is it so, or is it not, Mr. Garraghty?deny it, if you can.'

Mr. Garraghty grew pale; his lips quivered; he stammered; and, after a shocking convulsion of face, could at

'That there was a great difference between tenant and tenant, his lordship must be sensible, especially for so

large a rent.''As great a difference as between agent and agent, I am sensible especially for so large a

property!' said Lord Colambre, with cool contempt. 'You find, sir, I am well informed with regard to this

transaction; you will find, also, that I am equally well informed with respect to every part of your conduct

towards my father and his tenantry. If, in relating to him what I have seen and heard, I should make any

mistakes, you are here; and I am glad you are, to set me right, and to do yourself justice.'

'Oh! as to that, I should not presume to contradict anything your lordship asserts from your own authority:

where would be the use? I leave it all to your lordship. But, as it is not particularly agreeable to stay to hear

one's self abusedSir Terence! I'll thank you to hand me my hat!And if you'll have the goodness, my

Lord Clonbrony, to look over finally the accounts before morning, I'll call at your leisure to settle the balance,

'Well, you'll call again in the morning, Mr. Garraghty!' said Sir Terence; 'and, by that time, I hope we shall

Sir Terence pulled Lord Clonbrony's sleeve: 'Don't let him go with the moneyit's much wanted!'

'Wheugh!He talks as if he had the Bank of England at his command, as every young man does,' said Sir

Lord Colambre deigned no reply. Lord Clonbrony walked undecidedly between his agent and his

Mr. Garraghty departed; Lord Clonbrony called after him from the head of the stairs

'I shall be at home and at leisure in the morning.' Sir Terence ran downstairs after him; Lord Colambre waited

'Fifteen hundred guineas, at a stroke of a goosequill!That was a neat hit, narrowly missed, of honest

Nick's!' said Lord Clonbrony. 'Too bad! too bad, faith!I am much, very much obliged to you, Colambre,

'Treble it, if you please, Terry. Sure, three times five's fifteen;fifteen hundred down, or he does not get my

signature to those leases for his brother, nor get the agency of the Colambre estate.Colambre, what more

have you to tell of him? for, since he is making out his accounts against me, it is no harm to have a PER

'Very fair! very fair!' said Sir Terence. 'My lord, trust me for remembering all the charges against himevery

item; and when he can't clear himself, if I don't make him buy a good character dear enough, why, say I'm a

'If you know the value of character, Sir Terence,' said Lord Colambre, 'you know that it is not to be bought or

sold.' Then, turning from Sir Terence to his father, he gave a full and true account of all he had seen in his

progress through his Irish estates; and drew a faithful picture both of the bad and good agent. Lord

Clonbrony, who had benevolent feelings, and was fond of his tenantry, was touched; and, when his son

'Rascal! rascal! How dare he use my tenants sothe O'Neills in particular!Rascal! bad heart!I'll have no

more to do with him.' But, suddenly recollecting himself, he turned to Sir Terence, and added, 'That's sooner

said than doneI'll tell you honestly, Colambre, your friend Mr. Burke may be the best man in the

worldbut he is the worst man to apply to for a remittance, or a loan, in a HURRY! He always tells me "he

can't distress the tenants."''And he never, at coming into the agency even,' said Sir Terence, 'ADVANCED

a good round sum to the landlord, by way of security for his good behaviour. Now honest Nick did that much

'That's the devil!' said Lord Clonbrony; that's the very reason I can't conveniently turn him out.'

'I will make it convenient to you, sir, if you will permit me,' said Lord Colambre. 'In a few days I shall be of

age, and will join with you in raising whatever sum you want, to free you from this man. Allow me to look

'My dear boy!' said Lord Clonbrony, 'you're a generous fellow. Fine Irish heart!glad you're my son! But

there's more, much more, that you don't know,' added he, looking at Sir Terence, who cleared his throat; and

Lord Clonbrony, who was on the point of opening all his affairs to his son, stopped short.

'Colambre,' said he, 'we will not say anything more of this at present; for nothing effectual can be done till

Lord Colambre perfectly understood what his father meant, and what was meant by the clearing of Sir

Terence's throat. Lord Clonbrony wanted his son to join him in opening the estate to pay his debts; and Sir

Terence feared that, if Lord Colambre were abruptly told the whole sum total of the debts he would never be

persuaded to join in selling or mortgaging so much of his patrimony as would be necessary for their payment.

Sir Terence thought that the young man, ignorant probably of business, and unsuspicious of the state of his

father's affairs, might be brought, by proper management, to any measures they desired. Lord Clonbrony

wavered between the temptation to throw himself upon the generosity of his son, and the immediate

convenience of borrowing a sum of money from his agent, to relieve his present embarrassments.

'Nothing can be settled,' repeated he, 'till Colambre is of age; so it does not signify talking of it.'

'Why so, sir?' said Lord Colambre. 'Though my act, in law, may not be valid, till I am of age, my promise, as

a man of honour, is binding now; and, I trust, would be as satisfactory to my father as any legal deed

'But what?' said Lord Colambre, following his father's eye, which turned to Sir Terence O'Fay, as if asking

'As my father's friend, sir, you ought, permit me to say, at this moment to use your influence to prevail upon

him to throw aside all reserve with a son, whose warmest wish is to serve him, and to see him at ease and

'Generous, dear boy,' cried Lord Clonbrony. 'Terence, I can't stand it; but how shall I bring myself to name

'At some time or other, I must know it,' said Lord Colambre; 'I cannot be better prepared at any moment than

the present; never more disposed to give my assistance to relieve all difficulties. Blindfold, I cannot be led to

any purpose, sir,' said he, looking at Sir Terence; 'the attempt would be degrading and futile. Blindfolded I

will not bebut, with my eyes open, I will see, and go straight and prompt as heart can go, to my father's

'By St. Patrick! the spirit of a prince, and an Irish prince, spoke there,' cried Sir Terence; 'and if I'd fifty

hearts, you'd have all in your hand this minute, at your service, and warm. Blindfold you! after that, the man

that would attempt it DESARVES to be shot; and I'd have no sincerer pleasure in life than shooting him this

moment, was he my best friend. But it's not Clonbrony, or your father, my lord, would act that way, no more

than Sir Terence O'Faythere's the schedule of the debts,' drawing a paper from his bosom; 'and I'll swear to

Lord Colambre opened the paper. His father turned aside, covering his face with both his hands.

'Tut, man,' said Sir Terence; 'I know him now better than you; he will stand, you'll find, the shock of that

'I thank you, my dear father,' said Lord Colambre, 'for trusting me thus at once with a view of the truth. At

first sight it is, I acknowledge, worse than I expected; but I make no doubt that, when you allow me to

examine Mr. Garraghty's accounts and Mr. Mordicai's claims, we shall be able to reduce this alarming total

considerably, my dear father. You think we learn nothing but Latin and Greek at Cambridge; but you are

'The devil a pound, nor a penny,' said Sir Terence; 'for you have to deal with a Jew and old Nick; and I'm not

a match for them. I don't know who is; and I have no hope of getting any abatement. I've looked over the

'Nevertheless, you will observe that fifteen hundred guineas have been saved to my father, at one stroke, by

'Saved to you, my lord; not your father, if you plase,' said Sir Terence. 'For now I'm upon the square with

you, I must be straight as an arrow, and deal with you as the son and friend of my friend; before, I was

considering you only as the son and heir, which is quite another thing, you know; accordingly, acting for your

father here, I was making the best bargain against you I could; honestly, now, I tell you. I knew the value of

the lands well enough; we were as sharp as Garraghty, and he knew it; we were to have had THE

DIFFERENCE from him, partly in cash and partly in balance of accountsyou comprehendand you only

would have been the loser, and never would have known it, maybe, till after we all were dead and buried; and

then you might have set aside Garraghty's lease easy, and no harm done to any but a rogue that DESARVED

it; and, in the meantime, an accommodation to my honest friend, my lord, your father, here. But, as fate

would have it, you upset all by your progress INCOGNITO through them estates. Well, it's best as it is, and I

am better pleased to be as we are, trusting all to a generous son's own heart. Now put the poor father out of

'In one word, then,' said Lord Colambre, 'I will, upon two conditions, either join my father in levying fines to

enable him to sell or mortgage whatever portion of his estate is necessary for the payment of these debts; or I

will, in whatever other mode he can point out, as more agreeable or more advantageous to him, join in giving

Lord Clonbrony, melted to tears, could not articulate, but held his arms open to embrace his son.

'What conditions could he ask that I could refuse at this minute?' said Lord Clonbrony.

'Nor Iwas it my heart's blood, and were I to be hanged for it,' cried Sir Terence. 'And what are the

'And welcome, and glad to get rid of himthe rogue, the tyrant,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'and, to be beforehand

'I'll write the letter for you to sign, my lord, this minute,' cried Terry, 'with all the pleasure in life. No; it's my

'Oh murder!' said Sir Terence; 'maybe that's not so easy; for there are two words to that bargain.'

Lord Clonbrony declared that, for his own part, he was ready to return to Ireland next morning, and to

promise to reside on his estate all the rest of his days; that there was nothing he desired more, provided Lady

Clonbrony would consent to it; but that he could not promise for her; that she was as obstinate as a mule on

that point; that he had often tried, but that there was no moving her; and that, in short, he could not promise

But it was on this condition, Lord Colambre said, he must insist. Without this condition was granted, he

'Well, we must only see how it will be when she comes to town; she will come up from Buxton the day you're

of age to sign some papers,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'but,' added he, with a very dejected look and voice, 'if all's

to depend on my Lady Clonbrony's consenting to return to Ireland, I'm as far from all hope of being at ease as

Lord Colambre was silent: but in his silence there was such an air of firmness, that both Lord Clonbrony and

Sir Terence were convinced entreaties would on this point be fruitlessLord Clonbrony sighed deeply.

'But when it's ruin or safety, and her husband and all belonging to her at stake, the woman can't persist in

'Of whom? Oh, I beg your lordship's pardonI thought I was talking to my lord; but, in other words, as you

are her son, I'm persuaded her ladyship, your mother, will prove herself a reasonable womanwhen she sees

she can't help it. So, my Lord Clonbrony, cheer up; a great deal may be done by the fear of Mordicai, and an

execution, especially now the prior creditor. Since there's no reserve between you and I now, my Lord

Colambre,' said Sir Terence, 'I must tell you all, and how we shambled on those months while you were in

Ireland. First, Mordicai went to law, to prove I was in a conspiracy with your father, pretending to be prior

creditor, to keep him off and out of his own; which, after a world of swearing and lawlaw always takes

time to do justice, that's one comfortthe villain proved at last to be true enough, and so cast us; and I was

forced to be paid off last week. So there's no prior creditor, or any shield of pretence that way. Then his

execution was coming down upon us, and nothing to stay it till I thought of a monthly annuity to Mordicai, in

the shape of a wager. So, the morning after he cast us, I went to him: "Mr. Mordicai," says I, "you must be

PLASED to see a man you've beaten so handsomely; and though I'm sore, both for myself and my friend, yet

you see I can laugh still; though an execution is no laughing matter, and I'm sinsible you've one in petto in

your sleeve for my friend Lord Clonbrony. But I'll lay you a wager of a hundred guineas in paper that a

marriage of his son with a certain heiress, before next Ladyday, will set all to rights, and pay you with a

'I didbut what was it but a wager? which is nothing but a dream; and, when lost, as I am as sinsible as you

are that it must be, why, what is it, after all, but a bonus, in a gentleman like form, to Mordicai? which, I

grant you, is more than he deserves, for staying the execution till you be of age; and even for my Lady

Clonbrony's sake, though I know she hates me like poison, rather than have her disturbed by an execution, I'd

'Never heed it; let 'em thunder,' said Sir Terence; 'whoever it is, they won't get in; for my lord bid them let

none in for their life. It's necessary for us to be very particular about the streetdoor now; and I advise a

double chain for it, and to have the footmen well tutored to look before they run to a double rap; for a double

'Colambre! here!' said his mother; 'but it's all too late now, and no matter where you are.'

Lady Clonbrony coldly suffered her son to embrace her; and he, without considering the coldness of her

manner, scarcely hearing, and not at all understanding the words she said, fixed his eyes on his cousin, who,

He seized the hand; but, as he was going to kiss it, the recollection of ST. OMAR crossed his mind; he

checked himself, and said something about joy and pleasure, but his countenance expressed neither; and Miss

Nugent, much surprised by the coldness of his manner, withdrew her hand, and, turning away, left the room.

'Grace! darling!' called Lord Clonbrony, 'whither so fast, before you've given me a word or a, kiss?'

She came back, and hastily kissed her uncle, who folded her in his arms. 'Why must I let you go? And what

'I am a littlea little tired. I will be with you again soon.' Her uncle let her go.

'Your famous Buxton baths don't seem to have agreed with her, by all I can see,' said Lord Clonbrony.

'My lord, the Buxton baths are no way to blame; but I know what is to blame, and who is to blame,' said Lady

Clonbrony, in a tone of displeasure, fixing her eyes upon her son. 'Yes, you may well look confounded,

Colambre; but it is too late nowyou should have known your own mind in time. I see you have heard it,

then but I am sure I don't know how; for it was only decided the day I left Buxton. The news could hardly

'All! Now, Lord Colambre, you REELLY are too much for my patience. But I flatter myself you will feel,

when I tell you, that it is your friend, Sir Arthur Berryl, as I always prophesied, who has carried off the prize

'But for the fear of displeasing my dear mother, I should say, that I do feel sincere pleasure in this

marriageI always wished it: my friend, Sir Arthur, from the first moment, trusted me with the secret of his

attachment; he knew that he had my warm good wishes for his success; he knew that I thought most highly of

'And why did not you? that is the very thing I complain of,' said Lady Clonbrony. 'But it is all over now. You

may set your heart at ease, for they are to be married on Thursday; and poor Mrs. Broadhurst is ready to

break her heart, for she was set upon a coronet for her daughter; and you, ungrateful as you are, you don't

know how she wished you to be the happy man. But only conceive, after all that had passed, Miss Broadhurst

had the assurance to expect I would let my niece be her bridesmaid. Oh, I flatly refused; that is, I told Grace it

could not be; and, that there might be no affront to Mrs. Broadhurst, who did not deserve it, I pretended

Grace had never mentioned it; but ordered my carriage, and left Buxton directly. Grace was hurt, for she is

very warm in her friendships. I am sorry to hurt Grace. But REELLY I could not let her be bridesmaid;and

that, if you must know, is what vexed her, and made the tears come in her eyes, I supposeand I'm sorry for

it; but one must keep up one's dignity a little. After all, Miss Broadhurst was only a citizenand REELLY

now, a very odd girl; never did anything like anybody else; settled her marriage at last in the oddest way.

Grace, can you tell the particulars? I own, I am tired of the subject, and tired of my journey. My lord, I shall

take leave to dine in my own room today,' continued her ladyship, as she quitted the room.

'I hope her ladyship did not notice me,' said Sir Terence O'Fay, coming from behind a windowcurtain.

'Hide! I didn't hide, nor wouldn't from any man living, let alone any woman. [Leaving any woman out of the

question.] Hide! no; but I just stood looking out of the window, behind this curtain, that my poor Lady

Clonbrony might not be discomfited and shocked by the sight of one whom she can't abide, the very minute

she come home. Oh, I've some considerationit would have put her out of humour worse with both of you

too; and for that there's no need, as far as I see. So I'll take myself off to my coffeehouse to dine, and maybe

you may get her down and into spirits again. But, for your lives, don't touch upon Ireland the night, nor till

she has fairly got the better of the marriage. APROPOSthere's my wager to Mordicai gone at a slap. It's I

that ought to be scolding you, my Lord Colambre; but I trust you will do as well yet, not in point of purse,

maybe. But I'm not one of those that think that money's everythingthough, I grant you, in this world,

there's nothing to be had without itlove exceptedwhich most people don't believe inbut not Iin

particular cases. So I leave you, with my blessing, and I've a notion, at this time, that is better than my

The goodnatured Sir Terence would not be persuaded by Lord Clonbrony to stay. Nodding at Lord

Colambre as he went out of the room, he said, 'I've an eye, in going, to your heart's ease too. When I played

Sir Terence was not deficient in penetration, but he never could help boasting of his discoveries.

Lord Colambre was grateful for his judicious departure; and followed his equally judicious advice, not to

Lady Clonbrony was full of Buxton, and he was glad to be relieved from the necessity of talking; and he

indulged himself in considering what might be passing in Miss Nugent's mind. She now appeared in

remarkably good spirits; for her aunt had given her a hint that she thought her out of humour because she had

not been permitted to be Miss Broadhurst's bridesmaid, and she was determined to exert herself to dispel this

notion. This it was now easy for her to do, because she had, by this time, in her own imagination, found a

plausible excuse for that coldness in Lord Colambre's reception of her, by which she had at first been hurt;

she had settled it, that he had taken it for granted she was of his mother's sentiments respecting Miss

Broadhurst's marriage, and that this idea, and perhaps the apprehension of her reproaches, had caused his

embarrassmentshe knew that she could easily set this misunderstanding right. Accordingly, when Lady

Clonbrony had talked herself to sleep about Buxton, and was taking her afternoon's nap, as it was her custom

to do when she had neither cards nor company to keep her awake, Miss Nugent began to explain her own

sentiments, and to give Lord Colambre, as her aunt had desired, an account of the manner in which Miss

'In the first place,' said she, 'let me assure you that I rejoice in this marriage; I think your friend, Sir Arthur

Berryl, is every way deserving of my friend, Miss Broadhurst; and this from me,' said she, smiling, 'is no

slight eulogium. I have marked the rise and progress of their attachment; and it has been founded on the

perception of such excellent qualities on each side, that I have no fear for its permanence. Sir Arthur Berryl's

honourable conduct in paying his father's debts, and his generosity to his mother and sisters, whose fortunes

were left entirely dependent upon him, first pleased my friend. It was like what she would have done herself,

and likein short, it is what few young men, as she said, of the present day would do. Then his refraining

from all personal expenses, his going without equipage and without horses, that he might do what he felt to

be right, whilst it exposed him continually to the ridicule of fashionable young men, or to the charge of

avarice, made a very different impression on Miss Broadhurst's mind; her esteem and admiration were

excited by these proofs of strength of character, and of just and good principles.'

'If you go on, you will make me envious and jealous of my friend,' said Lord Colambre.

'You jealous!Oh, it is too late nowbesides, you cannot be jealous, for you never loved.'

'There was the advantage Sir Arthur Berryl had over youhe loved, and my friend saw it.'

'She was clearsighted,' repeated Miss Nugent; 'but if you mean that she was vain, and apt to fancy people in

love with her, I can assure you that you are mistaken. Never was woman, young or old, more clearsighted to

the views of those by whom she was addressed. No flattery, no fashion, could blind her judgment.'

'And a friend for life too, I am sure you will allow and she had such numbers, such strange variety of

admirers, as might have puzzled the choice and turned the brain of any inferior person. Such a succession of

lovers as she has had this summer, ever since you went to Irelandthey appeared and vanished like figures

in a magiclantern. She had three noble admirersrank in three different forms offered themselves. First

came in, hobbling, rank and gout; next, rank and gaming; then rank, Very high rank, over head and ears in

debt. All of these were rejected; and, as they moved off; I thought Mrs. Broadhurst would have broken her

heart. Next came fashion, with his head, heart, and soul in his cravathe quickly made his bow, or rather his

nod, and walked off, taking a pinch of snuff. Then came a man of gallantry, but,' whispered Miss Nugent,

'there was a mistress in the wood; and my friend could have nothing to do with that gentleman.'

'Now, if she liked the man, interrupted Lord Clonbrony, 'and I suppose she did, for all women, but yourself,

Grace, like men of gallantry, Miss Broadhurst was a goose for refusing him on account of the mistress;

'Be that as it may,' said Miss Nugent; 'my friend did not like, and would not accept, of the man of gallantry;

so he retired and comforted himself with a copy of verses. Then came a man of wit but still it was wit

without worth; and presently came "worth without wit." She preferred "wit and worth united," which she

'Grace, my girl!' said her uncle, 'I'm glad to see you've got up your spirits again, though you were not to be

bridesmaid. Well, I hope you'll be bride soonI'm sure you ought to beand you should think of rewarding

that poor Mr. Salisbury, who plagues me to death, whenever he can catch hold of me, about you. He must

A silence ensued, which neither Miss Nugent nor Lord Colambre seemed willing, or able, to break.

Very good company, faith, you three!One of ye asleep, and the other two saying nothing, to keep one

awake. Colambre, have you no Dublin news? Grace, have you no Buxton scandal? What was it Lady

Clonbrony told us you'd tell us, about the oddness of Miss Broadhurst's settling her marriage? Tell me that,

'Perhaps you will not think it odd,' said she. 'One evening but I should begin by telling you that three of her

admirers, beside Sir Arthur Berryl, had followed her to Buxton, and had been paying their court to her all the

'Ay, for her definitive!' said Lord Clonbrony. Miss Nugent was put out again, but resumed

'So one evening, just before the dancing began, the gentlemen were all standing round Miss Broadhurst; one

of them said, "I wish Miss Broadhurst would decidethat whoever she dances with tonight should be her

'"I wish I had a friend to plead for me!" said one of the suitors, looking at me.

'"Plenty!then you must be a very happy man," replied Miss Broadhurst. "Come," said she, laughing, "I will

dance with that man who can convince methat he has, near relations excepted, one true friend in the world!

'At that moment,' continued Miss Nugent, 'I was certain who would be her choice. The gentlemen all declared

at first that they had abundance of excellent friends the best friends in the world! but when Miss Broadhurst

crossexamined them, as to what their friends had done for them, or what they were willing to do, modern

friendship dwindled into a ridiculously small compass. I cannot give you the particulars of the

crossexamination, though it was conducted with great spirit and humour by Miss Broadhurst; but I can tell

you the resultthat Sir Arthur Berryl, by incontrovertible facts, and eloquence warm from the heart,

convinced everybody present that he had the best friend in the world; and Miss Broadhurst, as he finished

speaking, gave him her hand, and he led her off in triumphSo you see, Lord Colambre, you were at last the

She turned to Lord Colambre as she spoke these words, with such an affectionate smile, and such an

expression of open, inmost tenderness in her whole countenance, that our hero could hardly resist the impulse

of his passioncould hardly restrain himself from falling at her feet that instant, and declaring his love. 'But

'I must be gone!' said Lord Clonbrony, pulling out his watch. 'It is time to go to my club; and poor Terry will

Lord Colambre instantly offered to accompany his father; much to Lord Clonbrony's, and more to Miss

'What!' said she to herself, 'after so long an absence, leave me!Leave his mother, with whom he always

used to stayon purpose to avoid me! What can I have done to displease him? It is clear it was not about

Miss Broadhurst's marriage he was offended; for he looked pleased, and like himself, whilst I was talking of

that; but the moment afterwards, what a constrained, unintelligible expression of countenance and leaves me

As the gentlemen shut the door on leaving the room, Lady Clonbrony wakened, and, starting up,

'Very odd! very odd of him to go and leave me! he always used to stay with mewhat did he say about me?'

'Well, then, I have nothing to say about him, or about anything, indeed, for I'm excessively tired and

stupidalone in London's as bad as anywhere else. Ring the bell, and we'll go to bed directlyif you have

Grace made no objection; Lady Clonbrony went to bed and to sleep in ten minutes, Miss Nugent went to bed;

but she lay awake, considering what could be the cause of her cousin Colambre's hard unkindness, and of 'his

altered eye.' She was openness itself and she determined that, the first moment she could speak to him alone,

she would at once ask for an explanation. With this resolution, she rose in the morning, and went down to the

breakfastroom, in hopes of meeting him, as it had formerly been his custom to be early; and she expected to

NoLord Colambre was not in his accustomed place, reading in the breakfastroom: nor did he make his

'Good morning to you, my Lord Colambre,' said his mother, in a reproachful tone, the moment he entered; 'I

'Good morning to you, Colambre,' said his father, in a more jocose tone of reproach; 'I am obliged to you for

'Good morning to you, Lord Colambre,' said Miss Nugent; and though she endeavoured to throw all reproach

from her looks, and to let none be heard in her voice, yet there was a slight tremulous motion in that voice

'I thank you, ma'am, for missing me,' said he, addressing himself to his mother; 'I stayed away but half an

hour; I accompanied my father to St. James's Street, and when I returned I found that every one had retired to

'Oh, was that the case?' said Lady Clonbrony; 'I own I thought it very unlike you to leave me in that sort of

'And, lest you should be jealous of that halfhour when he was accompanying me,' said Lord Clonbrony, 'I

must remark, that, though I had his body with me, I had none of his mind; that he left at home with you

ladies, or with some fair one across the water, for the deuce of two words did he bestow upon me, with all his

'Lord Colambre seems to have a fair chance of a pleasant breakfast,' said Miss Nugent, smiling; 'reproaches

'I have heard none on your side, Grace,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'and that's the reason, I suppose, he wisely

takes his seat beside you. But, come, we will not badger you any more, my dear boy. We have given him as

fine a complexion amongst us as if he had been out hunting these three hours; have not we, Grace?'

'When Colambre has been a season or two more in Lon'on, he'll not be so easily put out of countenance,' said

Lady Clonbrony; 'you don't see young men of fashion here blushing about nothing.'

'No, nor about anything, my dear,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'but that's no proof they do nothing they ought to

'What they do, there's no occasion for ladies to inquire,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'but this I know, that it's a great

disadvantage to a young man of a certain rank to blush; for no people, who live in a certain set, ever do; and it

is the most opposite thing possible to a certain air, which, I own, I think Colambre wants; and now that he has

done travelling in Ireland, which is no use in PINT of giving a gentleman a travelled air, or anything of that

sort, I hope he will put himself under my conduct for next winter's campaign in town.'

Lord Clonbrony looked as if he did not know how to look; and, after drumming on the table for some

'Hard it must be, since it can't be fulfilled, or won't be fulfilled, which comes to the same thing,' replied Lord

'I am persuaded, sir, that it will be fulfilled,' said Lord Colambre; 'I am persuaded that, when my mother hears

the truth, and the whole truthwhen she finds that your happiness, and the happiness of her whole family,

'Oh, I see now what you are about,' cried Lady Clonbrony; 'you are coming round with your persuasions and

prefaces to ask me to give up Lon'on, and go back with you to Ireland, my lord. You may save yourselves the

trouble, all of you, for no earthly persuasions shall make me do it. I will never give up my taste on that PINT.

My happiness has a right to be as much considered as your father's, Colambre, or anybody's; and, in one

'My mother has not heard me, yet,' said Lord Colambre, laying his hand upon his mother's arm, as she

attempted to pass; 'hear me, madam, for your own sake. You do not know what will happen, this very

'Ay, indeed; she little knows,' said Lord Clonbrony, 'what's hanging over her head.'

'Gracious me! an execution!' said Lady Clonbrony, sitting down again; 'but I heard you talk of an execution

months ago, my lord, before my son went to Ireland, and it blew over I heard no more of it.'

'If won't blow over now,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'you'll hear more of it now. Sir Terence O'Fay it was, you may

'Well, and can't he settle it now? Send for him, since he understands these cases; and I will ask him to dinner

'All your civility, either for my sake or your own, will not signify a straw, my dear, in this caseanything

that poor Terry could do, he'd do, and welcome, without it; but he can do nothing.'

'Nothing!that's very extraordinary. But I'm clear no one dare to bring a real execution against us in earnest;

and you are only trying to frighten me to your purpose, like a child; but it shan't do.'

Lord Colambre changed colour too, and ran downstairs. 'Don't let 'em let anybody in, for your life, Colambre;

under any pretence,' cried Lord Clonbrony, calling from the head of the stairs; then running to the window,

'Lean your head on me, my dear aunt,' said Miss Nugent. Lady Clonbrony leant back, trembling, and ready to

'But he's walking off now; the rascal could not get in safe for the present!' cried Lord Clonbrony, rubbing

'Safe for the present!' repeated Lord Colambre, coming again into the room. 'Safe for the present hour.'

'He could not get in, I supposeoh, I warned all the servants well,' said Lord Clonbrony,'and so did Terry.

Ay, there's the rascal, Mordicai, walking off, at the end of the street; I know his walk a mile off. Gad! I can

breathe again. I am glad he's gone. But he will come back and always lie in wait, and some time or other,

Slide in! Oh, horrid!' cried Lady Clonbrony, sitting up, and wiping away the water which Miss Nugent had

'Were you much alarmed?' said Lord Colambre, with a voice of tenderness, looking at his mother first, but his

'Shockingly!' said Lady Clonbrony; 'I never thought it would REELLY come to this.'

'It will really come to much more, my dear,' said Lord Clonbrony, 'that you may depend upon, unless you

'Lord! what can I do?I know nothing of business; how should I, Lord Clonbrony; but I know there's

ColambreI was always told that when he was of age everything should be settled; and why can't he settle it

'And upon one condition, I will,' cried Lord Colambre; 'at what loss to myself, my dear mother, I need not

'Then I will mention it,' cried Lord Clonbrony; 'at the loss it will be of nearly half the estate he would have

'Loss! Oh, I am excessively sorry my son's to be at such a loss it must not be.'

'It cannot be otherwise,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'nor it can't be this way either, my Lady Clonbrony, unless you

'I cannotI will not,' replied Lady Clonbrony. 'Is this your condition, Colambre?I take it exceedingly ill

of you. I think it very unkind, and unhandsome, and ungenerous, and undutiful of you, Colambre; you, my

son!' She poured forth a torrent of reproaches; then came to entreaties and tears. But our hero, prepared for

this, had steeled his mind; and he stood resolved not to indulge his own feelings, or to yield to caprice or

persuasion, but to do that which he knew was best for the happiness of hundreds of tenants who depended

upon thembest for both his father and his mother's ultimate happiness and respectability.

'It's all in vain,' cried Lord Clonbrony; 'I have no resource but one, and I must condescend now to go to him

this minute, for Mordicai will be back and seize allI must sign and leave all to Garraghty.'

'Well, sign, sign, my lord, and settle with Garraghty. Colambre, I've heard all the complaints you brought

over against that man. My lord spent half the night telling them to me; but all agents are bad, I suppose; at

any rate I can't help itsign, sign, my lord; he has moneyyes, do; go and settle with him, my lord.'

Lord Colambre and Miss Nugent, at one and the same moment, stopped Lord Clonbrony as he was quitting

the room, and then approached Lady Clonbrony with supplicating looks; but she turned her head to the other

side, and, as if putting away their entreaties, made a repelling motion with both her hands, and exclaimed,

'No, Grace Nugent!no, Colambrenono, Colambre! I'll never hear of leaving Lon'onthere's no living

Her son saw that the LONDONOMANIA was now stronger than ever upon her, but resolved to make one

desperate appeal to her natural feelings, which, though smothered, he could not believe were wholly

extinguished; he caught her repelling hands, and pressing them with respectful tenderness to his lips

'Oh, my dear mother, you once loved your son,' said he; 'loved him better than anything in this world; if one

spark of affection for him remains, hear him now, and forgive him, if he pass the boundsbounds he never

passed before of filial duty. Mother, in compliance with your wishes my father left Irelandleft his home,

his duties, his friends, his natural connexions, and for many years he has lived in England, and you have spent

'Yes, in the very best companyin the very first circles,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'cold as the highbred

'Yes,' replied Lord Colambre; 'the very best company (if you mean the most fashionable) have accepted of

our entertainments. We have forced our way into their frozen circles; we have been permitted to breathe in

these elevated regions of fashion; we have it to say, that the duke of this, and my lady that, are of our

acquaintance. We may say more; we may boast that we have vied with those whom we could never equal.

And at what expense have we done all this? For a single season, the last winter (I will go no farther), at the

expense of a great part of your timber, the growth of a centuryswallowed in the entertainments of one

winter in London! Our hills to be bare for another half century to come! But let the trees go; I think more of

your tenantsof those left under the tyranny of a bad agent, at the expense of every comfort, every hope

they enjoyed!tenants, who were thriving and prosperous; who used to smile upon you, and to bless you

'Then I am sure it is not my fault,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'for I brought my lord a large fortune; and I am

confident I have not, after all, spent more any season, in the best company, than he has among a set of low

'And how has he been reduced to this?' said Lord Colambre. 'Did he not formerly live with gentlemen, his

equals, in his own country; his contemporaries? Men of the first station and character, whom I met in Dublin,

spoke of him in a manner that gratified the heart of his son; he was respectable and respected at his own

home; but when he was forced away from that home, deprived of his objects, his occupations induced him to

live in London, or at wateringplaces, where he could find no employments that were suitable to himset

down, late in life, in the midst of strangers, to him cold and reservedhimself too proud to bend to those

who disdained him as an Irishmanis he not more to be pitied than blamed foryes, I, his son, must say the

word the degradation which has ensued? And do not the feelings, which have this moment forced him to

leave the room, show that he is capable?Oh, mother!' cried Lord Colambre, throwing himself at Lady

Clonbrony's feet, 'restore my father to himself! Should such feelings be wasted?No; give them again to

expand in benevolent, in kind, useful actions; give him again to his tenantry, his duties, his country, his

home; return to that home yourself, dear mother! leave all the nonsense of high life scorn the impertinence

of these dictators of fashion, by whom, in return for all the pains we take to imitate, to court themin return

for the sacrifice of health, fortune, peace of mind, they bestow sarcasm, contempt, ridicule, and mimickry!'

'Believe mebelieve me, mother; for I speak of what I know. Scorn themquit them! Return to an

unsophisticated peopleto poor, but grateful hearts, still warm with the remembrance of your kindness, still

blessing you for favours long since conferred, ever praying to see you once more. Believe me, for I speak of

what I knowyour son has heard these prayers, has felt these blessings. Here! at my heart felt, and still feel

them, when I was not known to be your son, in the cottage of the widow O'Neill.'

'Oh, did you see the widow O'Neill? and does she remember me?' said Lady Clonbrony.

'Remember you! and you, Miss Nugent! I have slept in the bedI would tell you more, but I cannot.'

'Well! I never should have thought they would have remembered me so long!poor people!' said Lady

Clonbrony. 'I thought all in Ireland must have forgotten me, it is now so long since I was at home.'

'You are not forgotten in Ireland by any rank, I can answer for that. Return home, my dearest motherlet me

'Oh, return! let us return home!' cried Miss Nugent, with a voice of great emotion. 'Return, let us return home!

'If anybody knew,' said Lady Clonbrony, 'if anybody could conceive, how I detest the sight, the thoughts of

'Good heavens!" cried Lord Colambre, starting up, and looking at his mother in stupefied astonishment; 'is

'The yellow damask furniture!' said her niece, smiling. Oh, if that's all, that shall never offend your eyes

again. Aunt, my painted velvet chairs are finished; and trust the furnishing that room to me. The legacy lately

left me cannot be better applied you shall see how beautifully it will be furnished.'

'Oh, if I had money, I should like to do it myself; but it would take an immensity to new furnish Clonbrony

'Would do a great deal towards it, I declare,' cried Lady Clonbrony; 'that never struck me before, Grace, I

protestand what would not suit one might sell or exchange hereand it would be a great amusement to

meand I should like to set the fashion of something better in that country. And I declare, now, I should like

to see those poor people, and that widow O'Neill. I do assure you, I think I was happier at home; only, that

one gets, I don't know how, a notion, one's nobody out of Lon'on. But, after all, there's many drawbacks in

Lon'onand many people are very impertinent, I'll allowand if there's a woman in the world I hate, it is

Mrs. Darevilleand, if I was leaving Lon'on, I should not regret Lady Langdale neitherand Lady St.

James is as cold as a stone. Colambre may well say FROZEN CIRCLESthese sort of people are really very

cold, and have, I do believe, no hearts. I don't verily think there is one of them would regret me moreHey!

let me see, Dublinthe winter Merrion Square new furnishedand the summerClonbrony Castle!'

Lord Colambre and Miss Nugent waited in silence till her mind should have worked itself clear. One great

obstacle had been removed; and now that the yellow damask had been taken out of her imagination, they no

He saw the doubting expression of Lady Clonbrony's countenance hope in the face of his son and niece.

'My dear, dear Lady Clonbrony, make us all happy by one word,' said he, kissing her.

'You never kissed me so since we left Ireland before,' said Lady Clonbrony. 'Well, since it must be so, let us

'Did I ever see such joy!' said Lord Clonbrony, clasping his hands; 'I never expected such joy in my life!I

'And now, since we are to go,' said Lady Clonbrony, 'pray let us go immediately, before the thing gets wind,

else I shall have Mrs. Dareville, and Lady Langdale, and Lady St. James, and all the world, coming to

condole with me, just to satisfy their own curiosity; and then Miss Pratt, who hears everything that everybody

says, and more than they say, will come and tell me how it is reported everywhere that we are ruined. 'Oh! I

never could bear to stay and hear all this. I'll tell you what I'll doyou are to be of age the day after

tomorrow,Colambrevery well, there are some papers for me to signI must stay to put my name to

them, and that done, that minute I'll leave you and Lord Clonbrony to settle all the rest; and I'll get into my

carriage with Grace, and go down to Buxton again; where you can come for me, and take me up, when you're

all ready to go to Irelandand we shall be so far on our way. Colambre, what do you say to this?'

'Thatif you like it, madam,' said he, giving one hasty glance at Miss Nugent, and withdrawing his eyes, 'it

'So,' thought Grace, 'that is the best possible arrangement which takes us away.'

'If I like it!' said Lady Clonbrony; 'to be sure I do, or I should not propose it. What is Colambre thinking of? I

know, Grace, at all events, what you and I must think ofof having the furniture packed up, and settling

what's to go, and what's to be exchanged, and all that. Now, my dear, go and write a note directly to Mr.

Soho, and bid him come himself, immediately; and we'll go and make out a catalogue this instant of what

So, with her head full of furniture, Lady Clonbrony retired. 'I go to my business, Colambre; and I leave you to

In peace!Never was our hero's mind less at peace than at this moment. The more his heart felt that it was

painful, the more his reason told him it was necessary that he should part from Grace Nugent. To his union

with her there was an obstacle, which his prudence told him ought to be insurmountable; yet he felt that,

during the few days he had been with her, the few hours he had been near her, he had, with his utmost power

over himself, scarcely been master of his passion, or capable of concealing it from its object. It could not

have been done but for her perfect simplicity and innocence. But how could this be supposed on his part?

How could he venture to live with this charming girl? How could he settle at home? What resource?

His mind turned towards the army; he thought that abroad, and in active life, he should lose all the painful

recollections, and drive from his heart all the resentments, which could now be only a source of unavailing

regret. But his motherhis mother, who had now yielded her own taste to his entreaties, for the good of her

familyshe expected him to return and live with her in Ireland. Though not actually promised or specified,

he knew that she took it for granted; that it was upon this hope, this faith, she consented; he knew that she

would he shocked at the bare idea of his going into the army. There was one chanceour hero tried, at this

moment, to think it the best possible chancethat Miss Nugent might marry Mr. Salisbury, and settle in

England. On this idea he relied as the only means of extricating him from difficulties.

It was necessary to turn his thoughts immediately to business, to execute his promises to his father. Two great

objects were now to be accomplishedthe payment of his father's debts, and the settlement of the Irish

agent's accounts; and, in transacting this complicated business, he derived considerable assistance from Sir

Terence O'Fay, and from Sir Arthur Berryl's solicitor, Mr. Edwards. Whilst acting for Sir Arthur, on a former

occasion, Lord Colambre had gained the entire confidence of this solicitor, who was a man of the first

eminence. Mr. Edwards took the papers and Lord Clonbrony's titledeeds home with him, saying that he

would give an answer the next morning. He then waited upon Lord Colambre, and informed him, that he had

just received a letter from Sir Arthur Berryl, who, with the consent and desire of his lady, requested that

whatever money might be required by Lord Clonbrony should be immediately supplied on their account,

without waiting till Lord Colambre should be of age, as the ready money might be of same convenience to

him in accelerating the journey to Ireland, which Sir Arthur and Lady Berryl knew was his lordship's object.

Sir Terence O'Fay now supplied Mr. Edwards with accurate information as to the demands that were made

upon Lord Clonbrony, and of the respective characters of the creditors. Mr. Edwards undertook to settle with

the fair claimants; Sir Terence with the rogues; so that by the advancement of ready money from THE

BERRYLS, and by the detection of false and exaggerated charges, which Sir Terence made among the

inferior class, the debts were reduced nearly to one half of their former amount. Mordicai, who had been

foiled in his vile attempt to become sole creditor, had, however, a demand of more than seven thousand

pounds upon Lord Clonbrony, which he had raised to this enormous sum in six or seven years, by means well

known to himself. He stood the foremost in the list, not from the greatness of the sum, but from the danger of

his adding to it the expenses of law. Sir Terence undertook to pay the whole with five thousand pounds. Lord

Clonbrony thought it impossible; the solicitor thought it improvident, because he knew that upon a trial a

much greater abatement would be allowed; but Lord Colambre was determined, from the present

embarrassments of his own situation, to leave nothing undone that could be accomplished immediately.

'Well, Sir Terence,' said Mordicai, 'I hope you are come to pay me my hundred guineas; for Miss Broadhurst

'Well, Mister Mordicai, what then? The ides of March are come, but not gone! Stay, if you plase, Mister

Mordicai, till Lady day, when it becomes due; in the meantime, I have a handful, or rather an armful, of

'Don't matter for that; he has sent me to look over your account, and to hope that you will make some small

'Harkee, Sir Terence you think yourself very clever in things of this sort, but you've mistaken your man; I

have an execution for the whole, and I'll be dd if all your cunning shall MAKE me take up with part!'

'Be easy, Mister Mordicai!you shan't make me break your bones, nor make me drop one actionable word

against your high character; for I know your clerk there, with that long goosequill behind his ear, would be

ready evidence again' me. But I beg to know, in one word, whether you will take five thousand down, and

'No, Mr. Terence! nor six thousand nine hundred and ninetynine pounds. My demand is L7130, odd

shillings: if you have that money, pay it; if not, I know how to get it, and along with it complete revenge for

'Paddy Brady!' cried Sir Terence,'do you hear that? Remember that word, REVENGE!Mind, I call you to

'No, Mr. Mordicai, no rebellion; and I hope you won't cut the boy's ears off for listening to a little of the

brogueSo listen, my good lad. Now, Mr. Mordicai, I offer you here, before little goosequill, L5000 ready

pennytake it, or leave it; take your money, and leave your revenge; or, take your revenge, and lose your

'Sir Terence, I value neither your threats nor your cunning. Good morning to you.'

'Good morning to you, Mr. Mordicaibut not kindly! Mr. Edwards, the solicitor, has been at the office to

take off the execution; so now you may have law to your heart's content! And it was only to plase the young

lord that the OULD one consented to my carrying this bundle to you,'showing the banknotes.

'Mr. Edwards employed!' cried Mordicai. 'Why, how the devil did Lord Clonbrony get into such hands as his?

The execution taken off! Well, sir, go to law I am ready for you; Jack Latitat is A MATCH for your sober

'Good morning again to you, Mr. Mordicai; we're fairly out of your clutches, and we have enough to do with

'Well, Sir Terence, I must allow you have a very wheedling way Here, Mr. Thompson, make out a receipt

He came at Lady Clonbrony's summons; and was taking directions, with the utmost SANG FROID, for

Lord Colambre called him into his father's study; and, producing his bill, he began to point out various

'Why, really, my lord, they are ABUNDANTLY extravagant; if I charged vulgar prices, I should be only a

vulgar tradesman. I, however, am not a broker, nor a Jew. Of the article superintendence, which is only L500,

I cannot abate a dolt; on the rest of the bill, if you mean to offer READY, I mean, without any negotiation, to

'My Lord Colambre! I would give the contents of three such bills to be sure of such noblemanly conduct as

yours. Lady Clonbrony's furniture shall be safely packed, without costing her a farthing.'

With the help of Mr. Edwards, the solicitor, every other claim was soon settled; and Lord Clonbrony, for the

Old Nick's account could not be settled in London. Lord Colambre had detected numerous false charges, and

sundry impositions; the land, which had been purposely let to run wild, so far from yielding any rent, was

made a source of constant expense, as remaining still unset: this was a large tract, for which St. Dennis had at

Upon a fair calculation of the profits of the ground, and from other items in the account, Nicholas Garraghty,

Esq., appeared at last to be, not the creditor, but the debtor to Lord Clonbrony. He was dismissed with

disgrace, which perhaps he might not have felt, if it had not been accompanied by pecuniary loss, and

followed by the fear of losing his other agencies, and by the dread of immediate bankruptcy.

Mr. Burke was appointed agent in his stead to the Clonbrony as well as the Colambre estate. His appointment

To MRS. BURKE, AT COLAMBRE. DEAR MADAM, The traveller whom you so hospitably received

some months ago was Lord Colambrehe now writes to you in his proper person. He promised you that he

would, as far as it might be in his power, do justice to Mr. Burke's conduct and character, by representing

what he had done for Lord Clonbrony in the town of Colambre, and in the whole management of the tenantry

Happily for my father, my dear madam, he is now as fully convinced as you could wish him to be of Mr.

Burke's merits; and he begs me to express his sense of the obligations he is under to him and to you. He

entreats that you will pardon the impropriety of a letter, which, as I assured you the moment I saw it, he never

wrote or read. This will, he says, cure him, for life, of putting his signature to any paper without reading it.

He hopes that you will forget that such a letter was ever received, and that you will use your influence with

Mr. Burke to induce him to continue to our family his regard and valuable services. Lord Clonbrony encloses

a power of attorney, enabling Mr. Burke to act in future for him, if Mr. Burke will do him that favour, in

Lord Clonbrony will be in Ireland in the course of next month, and intends to have the pleasure of soon

paying his respects in person to Mr. Burke, at Colambre.I am, dear madam, your obliged guest, and

Lord Colambre was so continually occupied with business during the two days previous to his coming of age,

every morning at his solicitor's chambers, every evening in his father's study, that Miss Nugent never saw

him but at breakfast or dinner; and, though she watched for it most anxiously, never could find an opportunity

of speaking to him alone, or of asking an explanation of the change and inconsistencies of his manner. At

last, she began to think that, in the midst of so much business of importance, by which he seemed harassed,

she should do wrong to torment him, by speaking of any small disquietude that concerned only herself. She

determined to suppress her doubts, to keep her feelings to herself, and to endeavour, by constant kindness, to

regain that place in his affections which she imagined that she had lost. 'Everything will go right again,'

thought she, 'and we shall all be happy, when he returns with us to Irelandto that dear home which he loves

The day Lord Colambre was of age, the first thing he did was to sign a bond for five thousand pounds, Miss

'This, sir, I believe,' said he, giving it to his father as soon as signed'this, I believe, is the first debt you

'Well thought of, my dear boy IGod bless you!that has weighed more upon my conscience and heart

than all the rest, though I never said anything about it. I used, whenever I met Mr. Salisbury, to wish myself

fairly down at the centre of the earth; not that he ever thought of fortune, I'm sure; for he often told me, and I

believed him, he would rather have Miss Nugent without a penny, if he could get her, than the first fortune in

the empire. But I'm glad she will not go to him penniless, for all that; and by my fault, especially. There,

there's my name to it do witness it, Terry. But, Colambre, you must give it to her you must take it to

'Excuse me, sir; it is no gift of mineit is a debt of yours. I beg you will take the bond to her yourself, my

'My dear son, you must not always have your own way, and hide everything good you do, or give me the

honour of it I won't be the jay in borrowed feathers. I have borrowed enough in my life, and I've done with

borrowing now, thanks to you, Colambreso come along with me; for I'll be hanged if ever I give this joint

bond to Miss Nugent, without you along with me. Leave Lady Clonbrony here to sign these papers. Terry

'And pray, my lord,' said her ladyship, 'order the carriage to the door; for, as soon as you have my signature, I

'That's not necessary; for she is always ready,' said Lord Clonbrony. 'Come, Colambre,' added he, taking his

'Ready!' said Lord Clonbrony; 'ay, always readyso I said. Here's Colambre, my darling,' continued he, 'has

secured your fortune to you to my heart's content; but he would not condescend to come up to tell you so, till

I made him. Here's the bond; put your hand to it, Colambre; you were ready enough to do that when it cost

you something; and now, all I have to ask of you is, to persuade her to marry out of hand, that I may see her

happy before I die. Now my heart's at ease! I can meet Mr. Salisbury with a safe conscience. One kiss, my

little Grace. If anybody can persuade you, I'm sure it's that man that's now leaning against the mantelpiece.

And out of the room walked he, leaving his poor son in as awkward, embarrassing, and painful a situation, as

could well be conceived. Half a dozen indistinct ideas crossed his mind; quick conflicting feelings made his

heart beat and stop. And how it would have ended, if he had been left to himself, whether he would have

stood or fallen, have spoken or have continued silent, can never now be known, for all was decided without

the action of his will. He was awakened from his trance by these simple words from Miss Nugent

'I'm much obliged to you, cousin Colambremore obliged to you for your kindness in thinking of me first,

in the midst of all your other business, than by your securing my fortune. Friendshipand your

'That is enoughI am satisfiedI ask no farther explanation. You are truth itselfone word from you is

security sufficient. We are friends for life,' said she, taking his hand between both of hers; 'are not we?'

'We areand therefore sit down, cousin Grace, and let me claim the privilege of friendship, and speak to you

Mr. Salisbury!' said Miss Nugent; 'I saw him yesterday. We had a very long conversation; I believe he

understands my sentiments perfectly, and that he no longer thinks of being more to me than a friend for life.'

'Yes. I have a high opinion of Mr. Salisbury's understanding, a great esteem for his character; I like his

manners and conversation; but I do not love him, and therefore, you know, I could not marry him.'

'But, my dear Miss Nugent, with a high opinion, a great esteem, and liking his manners and conversation, in

'It is an excellent foundation,' said she; 'but I never went any farther than the foundation; and, indeed, I never

'You cannot intrude upon my confidence; I am ready to give it to you entirely, frankly; I hesitated only

because another person was concerned. Do you remember, at my aunt's gala, a lady who danced with Mr.

'A lady with whom you and Mr. Salisbury were talking, just before supper, in the Turkish tent.'

'As we went down to supper, you told me you had had a delightful conversation with herthat you thought

'And you told me that she and Mr. Salisbury had been praising me A L'ENVIE L'UNE ET L'AUTRE.'

'She is the woman who, I hope, will be Mrs. Salisbury. Ever since I have been acquainted with them both, I

have seen that they were suited to each other; and fancy, indeed I am almost sure, that she could love him,

tenderly love himand, I know, I could not. But my own sentiments, you may be sure, are all I ever told Mr.

'But of your own sentiments you may not be sure,' said Lord Colambre; 'and I see no reason why you should

'Generosity?' interrupted Miss Nugent; 'you totally misunderstand me; there is no generosity, nothing for me

to give up in the case. I did not refuse Mr. Salisbury from generosity, but because I did not love him. Perhaps

my seeing this at first prevented me from thinking of him as a lover; but, from whatever cause, I certainly

never felt love for Mr. Salisbury, nor any of that pity which is said to lead to love; perhaps,' added she,

smiling, 'because I was aware that he would be so much better off after I refused himso much happier with

one suited to him in age, talents, fortune, and love"What bliss, did he but know his bliss," were HIS!'

'Did he but know his bliss,' repeated Lord Colambre; 'but is not he the best judge of his own bliss?'

'You are; and I have no right to go farther. Yet, this much permit me to say, my dear Grace, that it would give

me sincere pleasure, that is, real satisfaction, to see you happily established.'

'Thank you, my dear Lord Colambre; but you spoke that like a man of seventy at least, with the most solemn

'I meant to be serious, not solemn,' said Lord Colambre, endeavouring to change his tone.

'There now,' said she, in a playful tone, 'you have SERIOUSLY accomplished the task my good uncle set

you; so I will report well of you to him, and certify that you did all that in you lay to exhort me to marry; that

you have even assured me that it would give you sincere pleasure, that is, real satisfaction, to see me happily

'Oh, Grace, if you knew how much I felt when I said that, you would spare this raillery.'

'I will be seriousI am most seriously convinced of the sincerity of your affection for me; I know my

happiness is your object in all you have said, and I thank you from my heart for the interest you take about

me. But really and truly, I do not wish to marry. This is not a mere commonplace speech; but I have not yet

seen any man I could love. I like you, cousin Colambre, better than Mr. SalisburyI would rather live with

you than with him; you know that is a certain proof that I am not likely to be in love with him. I am happy as

I am, especially now we are all going to dear Ireland, home, to live together: you cannot conceive with what

Lord Colambre was not vain; but love quickly sees love where it exists, or foresees the probability, the

possibility of its existence. He saw that Miss Nugent might love him tenderly, passionately; but that duty,

habit, the prepossession that it was impossible she could marry her cousin Colambrea prepossession

instilled into her by his motherhad absolutely prevented her from ever yet thinking of him as a lover. He

saw the hazard for her, he felt the danger for himself. Never had she appeared to him so attractive as at this

'But St. Omar!Why! why is she a St, Omar!illegitimate!"No St. Omar SANS REPROCHE." My wife

Swift as thoughts in moments of strong feeling pass in the mind without being put into words, our hero

'You spoke of my returning to Ireland, my dear Grace. I have not yet told you my plans.'

'Plans! are not you returning with us?' said she, precipitately; 'are not you going to Irelandhomewith us?'

'NoI am going to serve a campaign or two abroad. I think every young man in these times'

'Good heavens! What does this mean? What can you mean?' cried she, fixing her eyes upon his, as if she

His change of colourhis hand that trembled, and withdrew from hersthe expression of his eyes as they

met hers revealed the truth to her at once. As it flashed across her mind, she started back; her face grew

'Yesyou see, you feel the truth now,' said Lord Colambre. 'You see, you feel, that I love

'Oh, let me not hear it!' said she; 'I must notought not. Never, till this moment, did such a thought cross my

'I always thought so,' said she, taking breath with a deep sigh. 'Then why not live as we have lived?'

'I cannotI cannot answer for myselfI will not run the risk; and therefore I must quit youknowing, as I

do, that there is an invincible obstacle to our union, of what nature I cannot explain; I beg you not to inquire.'

'You need not beg itI shall not inquireI have no curiosity none,' said she, in a passive, dejected tone;

'that is not what I am thinking of in the least. I know there are invincible obstacles; I wish it to be so. But, if

'I hope, my dear cousin, that I have honour and virtue. But there are temptations to which no wise, no good

man will expose himself. Innocent creature! you do not know the power of love. I rejoice that you have

always thought it impossiblethink so stillit will save you fromall I must endure. Think of me but as

your cousin, your friendgive your heart to some happier man. As your friend, your true friend, I conjure

you, give your heart to some more fortunate man. Marry, if you can feel lovemarry, and be happy.

Honour! virtue! Yes, I have both, and I will not forfeit them. Yes, I will merit your esteem and my ownby

actions, not words; and I give you the strongest proof, by tearing myself from you at this moment. Farewell!'

'The carriage at the door, Miss Nugent, and my lady calling for you,' said her maid. 'Here's your key, ma'am,

'The carriage at the door, Miss Nugent, said Lady Clonbrony's woman, coming eagerly with parcels in her

hand, as Miss Nugent passed her and ran downstairs; 'and I don't know where I laid my lady's

'No, indeedbut I know here's my own young lady's watch that she has left. Bless me! I never knew her to

'Then she is going to be married, as sure as my name's Le Maistre, and to my Lord Colambre; for he has been

here this hour, to my certain Bible knowledge. Oh, you'll see, she will be Lady Colambre?

'I wish she may, with all my heart said Anne; 'but I must run downthey're waiting.'

'Oh no,' said Mrs. le Maistre, seizing Anne's arm, and holding her fast; 'stayyou may safelyfor they're all

kissing and taking leave, and all that, you know; and my lady is talking on about Mr. Soho, and giving a

hundred directions about legs of TABLES, and so forth, I warrantshe's always an hour after she's ready

before she gets inand I'm looking for the NUMBRELLA. So stay, and tell meMrs. Petito wrote over

word it was to be Lady Isabel; and then a contradiction cameit was turned into the youngest of the

Killpatricks; and now here he's in Miss Nugent's dressingroom to the last moment. Now, in my opinion, that

am not censorious, this does not look so pretty; but, according to my verdict, he is only making a fool of Miss

Nugent, like the rest; and his lordship seems too like what you might call a male COCKET, or a masculine

'No more like a masculine jilt than yourself, Mrs. le Maistre,' cried Anne, taking fire. 'And my young lady is

not a lady to be made a fool of, I promise you; nor is my lord likely to make a fool of any woman.'

'Mrs. le Maistre! Mrs. le Maistre! are you above?' cried a footman from the bottom of the stairs; 'my lady's

'Very well! very well!' said sharp Mrs. le Maistre; 'very well! and if she ismanners, sir!Come up for one,

can't you, and don't stand bawling at the bottom of the stairs, as if one had no ears to be saved. I'm coming as

fast as I conveniently can.' Mrs. le Maistre stood in the doorway, so as to fill it up, and prevent Anne from

'Miss Anne! Miss Anne! Mrs. le Maistre!' cried another footman; 'my lady's in the carriage, and Miss

'Miss Nugent!is she?' cried Mrs. le Maistre, running downstairs, followed by Anne. 'Now, for the world in

pocket pieces wouldn't I have missed seeing him hand Miss Nugent in; for by that I could have judged

'My lord, I beg pardon!I'm AFEARD I'm late,' said Mrs. le Maistre, as she passed Lord Colambre, who

was standing motionless in the hall. 'I beg a thousand pardons; but I was hunting high and low, for my lady's

Lord Colambre did not hear or heed her; his eyes were fixed, and they never moved.

Lord Clonbrony was at the open carriagedoor, kneeling on the step, and receiving Lady Clonbrony's 'more

'Look at our young lord, how he stands,' whispered Mrs. le Maistre to Anne, 'the image of despair! And she,

'Nor I; but don't stare if you can help it,' said Anne. 'Get in, get in, Mrs. le Maistre,' added she, as Lord

'Ay, in with youin with you, Mrs. le Maistre,' said Lord Clonbrony. 'Goodbye to you, Anne, and take care

of your young mistress at Buxton; let me see her blooming when we meet again; I don't half like her looks,

'Buxton never did anybody harm,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'and as to bloom, I'm sure, if Grace has not bloom

enough in her cheeks this moment to please you, I don't know what you'd have, my dear lord

Rouge?Shut the door, John! Oh, stay!Colambre! Where upon earth's Colambre?' cried her ladyship,

'Colambre, my dear! I forgot to say that, if anything detains you longer than Wednesday se'nnight, I beg you

'I do believe Colambre's ill; I never saw a man look so ill in my lifedid you, Grace?as he did the minute

we drove on. He should take advice. I've a mind, cried Lady Clonbrony, laying her hand on the cord to stop

the coachman'I've a mind to turn about, tell him so, and ask what is the matter with him.'

'Better not!' said Miss Nugent; 'he will write to you, and tell youif anything is the matter with him. Better

go on now to Buxton!' continued she, scarcely able to speak. Lady Clonbrony let go the cord.

'But what is the matter with you, my dear Grace? for you are certainly going to die too!'

'Grace, Grace! pull the cord!' cried Lady Clonbrony 'Mr. Salisbury's phaeton!Mr. Salisbury, I'm happy

'So am I,' said Mr. Salisbury. 'I hope to be there before your ladyship; will you honour me with any

'You didn't know that Mr. Salisbury was going to Buxton to meet you, did you, Grace?' said Lady Clonbrony.

'Young ladies, as Mrs. Broadhurst says, "never know, or at least never tell, what they are sorry or glad for,"'

replied Lady Clonbrony. 'At all events, Grace, my love, it has brought the fine bloom back to your cheeks;

'Gone! for ever gone from me!' said Lord Colambre to himself, as the carriage drove away. 'Never shall I see

Lord Colambre went to his own room, locked the door, and was relieved in some degree by the sense of

privacy; by the feeling that he could now indulge his reflections undisturbed. He had consolationhe had

done what was honourablehe had transgressed no duty, abandoned no principlehe had not injured the

happiness of any human beinghe had not, to gratify himself, hazarded the peace of the woman he

lovedhe had not sought to win her heart. Of her innocent, her warm, susceptible heart, he might perhaps

have robbed herhe knew itbut he had left it untouched, he hoped entire, in her own power, to bless with

it hereafter some man worthy of her. In the hope that she might be happy, Lord Colambre felt relief; and in

the consciousness that he had made his parents happy, he rejoiced. But, as soon as his mind turned that way

for consolation, came the bitter concomitant reflection, that his mother must be disappointed in her hopes of

his accompanying her home, and of his living with her in Ireland; she would be miserable when she should

hear that he was going abroad into the armyand yet it must be soand he must write, and tell her so. 'The

sooner this difficulty is off my mind, the sooner this painful letter is written, the better,' thought he. 'It must

'No,my lord; I said you was not at home; for I thought you would not choose to be at home, and your own

man was not in the way for me to askso I denied you; but the gentleman would not be denied; he said I

must come and see if you was at home. So, as he spoke as if he was a gentleman not used to be denied, I

thought it might be somebody of consequence, and I showed him into the front drawingroom. I think he said

'A friend from Ireland! Why did not you tell me that sooner?' said Lord Colambre, rising, and running

No, not Sir James Brooke; but one he was almost as glad to see Count O'Halloran!

'I came to London but yesterday,' said the count; 'but I could not be here a day, without doing myself the

'You do me not only honour, but pleasure, my dear count. People when they like one another, always find

'You are too polite to ask what brought such a superannuated militaire as I am,' said the count, 'from his

retirement into this gay world again. A relation of mine, who is one of our Ministry, knew that I had some

maps, and plans, and charts, which might be serviceable in an expedition they are planning. I might have

trusted my charts across the channel, without coming myself to convoy them, you will say. But my relation

fanciedyoung relations, you know, if they are good for anything, are apt to overvalue the heads of old

relationsfancied that mine was worth bringing all the way from Halloran Castle to London, to consult with

TETEATETE. So you know, when this was signified to me by a letter from the secretary in office,

PRIVATE, MOST CONFIDENTIAL, what could I do, but do myself the honour to obey? For though

honour's voice cannot provoke the silent dust, yet "flattery soothes the dull cold ear of AGE."But enough,

and too much of myself,' said the count: 'tell me, my dear lord, something of yourself. I do not think England

seems to agree with you so well as Ireland; for, excuse me, in point of health, you don't look like the same

'Ay, there's the thing! The body pays for the mindbut those who have feeling minds, pain and pleasure

altogether computed, have the advantage; or at least they think so; for they would not change with those who

have them not, were they to gain by the bargain the most robust body that the most selfish coxcomb, or the

heaviest dunce extant, ever boasted. For instance, would you now, my lord, at this moment change altogether

with Major Benson, or Captain Williamson, or even our friend, "Eh, really now,'pon honour"would

'I thank you for making me smile, for I assure you I want it. I wishif you would not think me encroaching

upon your politeness and kindness in honouring me with this visitYou see,' continued he, opening the

doors of the back drawingroom, and pointing to large packages'you see we are all preparing for a march;

my mother has left town half an hour agomy father engaged to dine abroadonly I at homeand, in this

state of confusion, could I even venture to ask Count O'Halloran to stay and dine with me, without being able

to offer him Irish ortolans or Irish plumsin short, will you let me rob you of two or three hours of your

time? I am anxious to have your opinion on a subject of some importance to me, and on one where you are

'My dear lord, frankly, I have nothing half so good or so agreeable to do with my time; command my hours. I

have already told you how much it flatters me to be consulted by the most helpless clerk in office; how much

more about the private concerns of an enlightened youngfriend, will Lord Colambre permit me to say? I

hope so; for though the length of our acquaintance might not justify the word, yet regard and intimacy are not

always in proportion to the time people have known each other, but to their mutual perception of certain

The good count, seeing that Lord Colambre was in much distress of mind, did all he could to soothe him by

kindness; far from making any difficulty about giving up a few hours of his time, he seemed to have no other

object in London, and no purpose in life, but to attend to our hero. To put him at ease, and to give him time to

'Yes, I expected to have seen him when the servant first mentioned a friend from Ireland; because Sir James

had told me that, as soon as he could get leave of absence, he would come to England.'

'He is come; is now at his estate is Huntingdonshire; doing, what do you think? I will give you a leading hint;

recollect the seal which the little De Cresey put into your hands the day you dined at Oranmore. Faithful to

his motto, "Deeds not words," he is this instant, I believe, at deeds, titledeeds; making out marriage

'Happy man! I give him joy,' said Lord Colambre; 'happy man! going to be married to such a

'Daughter of such a mother! That is indeed a great addition and a great security to his happiness,' said the

count. 'Such a family to marry into; good from generation to generation; illustrious by character as well as by

genealogy; "all the sons brave, and all the daughters chaste."'Lord Colambre with difficulty repressed his

feelings.'if I could choose, I would rather that a woman I loved were of such a family than that she had for

'I am glad to hear you say so, my lord, and with such energy; so few young men of the present day look to

what I call good connexion. In marrying, a man does not, to be sure, marry his wife's mother; and yet a

prudent man, when he begins to think of the daughter, would look sharp at the mother; ay, and back to the

'And I have a notion,' said the count, smiling, 'your lordship's practice has been conformable to your theory.'

'I beg your pardon,' said the count; 'I did not intend to surprise your confidence. But you forget that I was

present, and saw the impression which was made on your mind by a mother's want of a proper sense of

'Only laid siege to it,' said the count. 'Well, I am glad your heart did not surrender at discretion, or rather

without discretion. Then I may tell you, without fear or preface, that the Lady Isabel, who "talks of

Lord Colambre was not surprised, but concerned and disgusted, as he always felt, even when he did not care

for the individual, from hearing anything which tended to lower the female sex in public estimation.

'As to myself,' said he, 'I cannot say I have had an escape, for I don't think I ever was in much danger.'

'It is difficult to measure danger when it is overpast danger, like past pain, is soon forgotten,' said the old

'Positively; they all came over in the same packet with me, and they are all in town now, buying jewels, and

equipages, and horses. Heathcock, you know, is as good as another man, A PEU PRES, for all those

purposes; his father is dead, and left him a large estate. QUE VOULEZ VOUS? as the French valet said to

me on the occasion. C'EST QUE MONSIEUR EST UN HOMME DE BIEN: IL A DES BIENS, A CE

Lord Colambre could not help smiling. 'How they got Heathcock to fall in love is what puzzles me,' said his

lordship. 'I should as soon have thought of an oyster's falling in love as that being!'

'I own I should have sooner thought,' replied the count, 'Of his falling in love with an oyster; and so would

Dinner was announced; and no farther conversation of any consequence passed between the count and Lord

Colambre till the cloth was removed and the servants had withdrawn. Then our hero opened on the subject

'My dear countto go back to the BURIAL PLACE OF THE NUGENTS, where my head was lost the first

time I had the pleasure of seeing youyou know, or, possibly,' said he, smiling, 'you do not know, that I

'You told me,' replied the count, 'that you had near relations of that name; but I do not recollect that you

'I never named Miss Nugent to you. No! it is not easy to me to talk of her, and impossible to me to describe

her. If you had come one halfhour sooner this morning, you would have seen her: I know she is exactly

suited to your excellent taste. But it is not at first sight she pleases most; she gains upon the affections,

attaches the heart, and unfolds upon the judgment. In temper, manners, and good sense, in every quality a

man can or should desire in a wife, I never saw her equal. Yet, there is an obstacle, an invincible obstacle, the

nature of which I cannot explain to you, that forbids me to think of her as a wife. She lives with my father and

mother: they are returning to Ireland, I wished, earnestly wished, on many accounts, to have accompanied

them, chiefly on my mother's; but it cannot be. The first thing a man must do is to act honourably; and, that

he may do so, he must keep out of the way of a temptation which he believes to be above his strength. I will

never see Miss Nugent again till she is married; I must either stay in England, or go abroad. I have a mind to

serve a campaign or two, if I could get a commission in a regiment going to Spain; but I understand so many

are eager to go at this moment, that it is very difficult to get a commission in such a regiment.'

'It is difficult,' said the count. 'But,' added he, after thinking for a moment, 'I have it! I can get the thing done

for you, and directly. Major Benson, in consequence of that affair, you know, about his mistress, is forced to

quit the regiment. When the lieutenantcolonel came to quarters, and the rest of the officers heard the fact,

they would not keep company with Benson, and would not mess with him. I know he wants to sell out; and

that regiment is to be ordered immediately to Spain. I will have the thing done for you, if you request it.'

'First, give me your advice, Count O'Halloran; you are well acquainted with the military profession, with

military life. Would you advise meI won't speak of myself, because we judge better by general views than

by particular caseswould you advise a young man at present to go into the army?'

The count was silent for a few minutes, and then replied: 'Since you seriously ask my opinion, my lord, I

must lay aside my own prepossessions, and endeavour to speak with impartiality. To go into the army in

these days, my lord, is, in my sober opinion, the most absurd and base, or the wisest and noblest thing a

young man can do. To enter into the army, with the hope of escaping from the application necessary to

acquire knowledge, letters, and scienceI run no risk, my lord, in saying this to youto go into the army,

with the hope of escaping from knowledge, letters, science, and morality; to wear a, red coat and an epaulette;

to be called captain; to figure at a ball; to lounge away time in country sports, at country quarters, was never,

even in times of peace, creditable; but it is now absurd and base. Submitting to a certain portion of ennui and

contempt, this mode of life for an officer was formerly practicablebut now cannot be submitted to without

utter, irremediable disgrace. Officers are now, in general, men of education and information; want of

knowledge, sense, manners, must consequently be immediately detected, ridiculed, and despised in a military

man. Of this we have not long since seen lamentable examples in the raw officers who have lately disgraced

themselves in my neighbourhood in Irelandthat Major Benson and Captain Williamson. But I will not

advert to such insignificant individuals, such are rare exceptionsI leave them out of the questionI reason

on general principles. The life of an officer is not now a life of parade, of coxcombical, or of profligate

idlenessbut of active service, of continual hardship and danger. All the descriptions which we see in

ancient history of a soldier's lifedescriptions which, in times of peace, appeared like romanceare now

realised; military exploits fill every day's newspapers, every day's conversation. A martial spirit is now

essential to the liberty and the existence of our own country. In the present state of things, the military must

be the most honourable profession, because the most useful. Every movement of an army is followed,

wherever it goes, by the public hopes and fears. Every officer must now feel, besides this sense of collective

importance, a belief that his only dependence must be on his own merit and thus his ambition, his

enthusiasm, are raised; and when once this noble ardour is kindled in the breast, it excites to exertion, and

supports under endurance. But I forget myself,' said the count, checking his enthusiasm; 'I promised to speak

soberly. If I have said too much, your own good sense, my lord, will correct me, and your goodnature will

forgive the prolixity of an old man, touched upon his favourite subjectthe passion of his youth.'

Lord Colambre, of course, assured the count that he was not tired. Indeed, the enthusiasm with which this old

officer spoke of his profession, and the high point of view in which he placed it, increased our hero's desire to

serve a campaign abroad. Good sense, politeness, and experience of the world preserved Count O'Halloran

from that foible with which old officers are commonly reproached, of talking continually of their own

military exploits. Though retired from the world, he had contrived, by reading the best books, and

corresponding with persons of good information, to keep up with the current of modern affairs; and he

seldom spoke of those in which he had been formerly engaged. He rather too studiously avoided speaking of

himself; and this fear of egotism diminished the peculiar interest he might have inspired: it disappointed

curiosity, and deprived those with whom he conversed of many entertaining and instructive anecdotes.

However, he sometimes made exceptions to his general rule in favour of persons who peculiarly pleased him,

He this evening, for the first time, spoke to his lordship of the years he had spent in the Austrian service; told

him anecdotes of the emperor; spoke of many distinguished public characters whom he had known abroad; of

those officers who had been his friends and companions. Among others he mentioned, with particular regard,

a young English officer who had been at the same time with him in the Austrian service, a gentleman of the

name of Reynolds. The name struck Lord Colambre; it was the name of the officer who had been the cause of

the disgrace of Miss St. Omar of Miss Nugent's mother. 'But there are so many Reynoldses.'

'He was a gallant youth,' said the count, 'but too adventurous too rash. He fell, after distinguishing himself

in a glorious manner, in his twentieth yeardied in my arms.' 'Married or unmarried?' cried Lord Colambre.

'Marriedhe had been privately married, less than a year before his death, to a very young English lady, who

had been educated at a convent in Vienna. He was heir to a considerable property, I believe, and the young

lady had little fortune; and the affair was kept secret from the fear of offending his friends, or for some other

'St. Omar!' repeated Lord Colambre, with an expression of lively joy in his countenance. 'But are you certain,

my dear count, that she was really married, legally married, to Mr. Reynolds? Her marriage has been denied

by all his friends and relations hers have never been able to establish ither daughter isMy dear count,

'No,' said the count, 'I was not present at the marriage; I never saw the lady, nor do I know anything of the

affair, except that Mr. Reynolds, when he was dying, assured me that he was privately married to a Miss St.

Omar, who was then boarding at a convent in Vienna. The young man expressed great regret at leaving her

totally unprovided for; but said that he trusted his father would acknowledge her, and that her friends would

be reconciled to her. He was not of age, he said, to make a will; but I think he told me that his child, who at

that time was not born, would, even if it should be a girl, inherit a considerable property. With this, I cannot,

however, charge my memory positively; but he put a packet into my hands which, he told me, contained a

certificate of his marriage, and, I think he said, a letter to his father; this he requested that I would transmit to

England by some safe hand. Immediately after his death, I went to the English ambassador, who was then

leaving Vienna, and delivered the packet into his hands; he promised to have it safely delivered. I was

obliged to go the next day, with the troops, to a distant part of the country. When I returned, I inquired at the

convent what had become of Miss St. OmarI should say Mrs. Reynolds; and I was told that she had

removed from the convent to private lodgings in the town, some time previous to the birth of her child. The

abbess seemed much scandalised by the whole transaction; and I remember I relieved her mind by assuring

her that there had been a regular marriage. For poor young Reynolds's sake, I made farther inquiries about the

widow, intending, of course, to act as a friend, if she was in any difficulty or distress. But I found, on inquiry

at her lodgings, that her brother had come from England for her, and had carried her and her infant away. The

active scenes,' continued the count, 'in which I was immediately afterwards engaged, drove the whole affair

from my mind. Now that your questions have recalled them, I feel certain of the facts I have mentioned; and I

Lord Colambre thanked him with an eagerness that showed how much he was interested in the event. It was

clear, he said, either that the packet left with the ambassador had not been delivered, or that the father of Mr.

Reynolds had suppressed the certificate of the marriage, as it had never been acknowledged by him or by any

of the family. Lord Colambre now frankly told the count why he was so anxious about this affair; and Count

O'Halloran, with all the warmth of youth, and with all the ardent generosity characteristic of his country,

entered into his feelings, declaring that he would never rest till he had established the truth.

'Unfortunately,' said the count, 'the ambassador who took the packet in charge is dead. I am afraid we shall

'But he must have had some secretary,' said Lord Colambre; 'who was his secretary?we can apply to him.'

'Into whose hands have that ambassador's papers fallenwho is his executor?' said Lord Colambre.

'His executor!now you have it,' cried the count. 'His executor is the very man who will do your

businessyour friend Sir James Brooke is the executor. All papers, of course, are in his hands; or he can

have access to any that are in the hands of the family. The family seat is within a few miles of Sir James

'I'll go to him immediatelyset out in the mail this night. Just in time!' cried Lord Colambre, pulling out his

'Run and take a place for me in the mail for Huntingdon. Go directly,' said Lord Colambre to the servant.

'And take two places, if you please, sir,' said the count. 'My lord, I will accompany you.'

But this Lord Colambre would not permit, as it would be unnecessary to fatigue the good old general; and a

letter from him to Sir James Brooke would do all that the count could effect by his presence; the search for

the papers would be made by Sir James, and if the packet could be recovered, or if any memorandum or

mode of ascertaining that it had actually been delivered to old Reynolds could be discovered, Lord Colambre

said he would then call upon the count for his assistance, and trouble him to identify the packet; or to go with

him to Mr. Reynolds to make farther inquiries; and to certify, at all events, the young man's dying

The place in the mail, just in time, was taken. Lord Colambre sent a servant in search of his father, with a

note explaining the necessity of his sudden departure. All the business which remained to be done in town he

knew Lord Clonbrony could accomplish without his assistance. Then he wrote a few lines to his mother, on

the very sheet of paper on which, a few hours before, he had sorrowfully and slowly begun

AND MISS NUGENT, I hope to be with you on Wednesday se'nnight; but if unforeseen circumstances

should delay me, I will certainly write to you again. Dear mother, believe me, your obliged and grateful

The count, in the meantime, wrote a letter for him to Sir James Brooke, describing the packet which he had

given to the ambassador, and relating all the circumstances that could lead to its recovery. Lord Colambre,

almost before the wax was hard, seized possession of the letter; the count seeming almost as eager to hurry

him off as he was to set out. He thanked the count with few words, but with strong feeling. Joy and love

returned in full tide upon our hero's soul; all the military ideas, which but an hour before filled his

Just as they shook hands at parting, the good old general, with a smile, said to him, 'I believe I had better not

stir in the matter of Benson's commission till I hear more from you. My harangue, in favour of the military

In what words of polite circumlocution, or of cautious diplomacy, shall we say, or hint, that the deceased

ambassador's papers were found in shameful disorder. His excellency's executor, Sir James Brooke, however,

was indefatigable in his researches. He and Lord Colambre spent two whole days in looking over portfolios

of letters and memorials, and manifestoes, and bundles of paper of the most heterogeneous sorts; some of

them without any docket or direction to lead to a knowledge of their contents; others written upon in such a

manner as to give an erroneous notion of their nature; so that it was necessary to untie every paper separately.

At last, when they had opened, as they thought, every paper, and, wearied and in despair, were just on the

point of giving up the search, Lord Colambre spied a bundle of old newspapers at the bottom of a trunk.

Lord Colambre, upon this assurance, was going to throw them into the trunk again; but observing that the

bundle had not been untied, he opened it, and withinside of the newspapers he found a rough copy of the

ambassador's journal, and with it the packet, directed to Ralph Reynolds sen., Esq., Old Court, Suffolk, per

favour of his excellency, Earl , a note on the cover, signed O'Halloran, stating when received by him, and

the date of the day when delivered to the ambassadorseals unbroken. Our hero was in such a transport of

joy at the sight of this packet, and his friend Sir James Brooke so full of his congratulations, that they forgot

to curse the ambassador's carelessness, which had been the cause of so much evil.

The next thing to be done was to deliver the packet to Ralph Reynolds, Old Court, Suffolk. But when Lord

Colambre arrived at Old Court, Suffolk, he found all the gates locked, and no admittance to be had. At last an

old woman came out of the porter's lodge, who said Mr. Reynolds was not there, and she could not say where

he was. After our hero had opened her heart by the present of half a guinea, she explained, that she 'could not

JUSTLY say where he was, because that he never let anybody of his own people know where he was any

day; he had several different houses and places in different parts, and faroff counties, and other shires, as

she heard, and by times he was at one, and by times at another.' The names of two of the places, Toddrington

and Little Wrestham, she knew; but there were others to which she could give no direction. He had houses in

odd parts of London, too, that he let; and sometimes, when the lodgers' time was out, he would go, and be

never heard of for a month, maybe, in one of them. In short, there was no telling or saying where he was or

When Lord Colambre expressed some surprise that an old gentleman, as he conceived Mr. Ralph Reynolds to

be, should change places so frequently, the old woman answered, 'That though her master was a deal on the

wrong side of seventy, and though, to look at him, you'd think he was glued to his chair, and would fall to

pieces if he should stir out of it, yet was as alert, and thought no more of going about, than if he was as young

as the gentleman who was now speaking to her. It was old Mr. Reynolds's delight to come down and surprise

'He is a miser, and he is not a miser,' said the woman. 'Now he'd think as much of the waste of a penny as

another man would of a hundred pounds, and yet be would give a hundred pounds easier than another would

give a penny, when he's in the humour. But his humour is very odd, and there's no knowing where to have

him; he's grossgrained, and more POSITIVERlike than a mule; and his deafness made him worse in this,

because he never heard what nobody said, but would say on his own wayhe was very ODD but not

CRACKEDno, he was as clearheaded, when he took a thing the right way, as any man could be, and as

clever, and could talk as well as any member of Parliament,and goodnatured, and kind hearted, where

he would take a fancybut then, maybe, it would be to a dog (he was remarkable fond of dogs), or a cat, or a

rat even, that he would take a fancy, and think more of 'em than he would of a Christian. But, Poor

gentleman, there's great allowance,' said she, 'to be made for him, that lost his son and heirthat would have

been heir to all, and a fine youth that he doted upon. But,' continued the old woman, in whose mind the

transitions from GREAT to little, from serious to trivial, were ludicrously abrupt, 'that was no reason why the

old gentleman should scold me last time he was here, as he did, for as long as ever he could stand over me,

only because I killed a mouse who was eating my cheese; and, before night, he beat a boy for stealing a piece

of that same cheese; and he would never, when down here, let me set a mousetrap.'

'Well, my good woman,' interrupted Lord Colambre, who was little interested in this affair of the mousetrap,

and nowise curious to learn more of Mr. Reynolds's domestic economy, 'I'll not trouble you any farther, if

you can be so good as to tell me the road to Toddrington, or to Little Wickham, I think you call it.'

Little Wickham!' repeated the woman, laughing' Bless you, sir, where do you come from?It's Little

Wrestham; surely everybody knows, near Lantry; and keep the PIKE till you come to the turn at Rotherford,

and then you strike off into the byroad to the left, and then again turn at the ford to the right. But, if you are

going to Toddrington, you don't go the road to market, which is at the first turn to the left, and the

crosscountry road, where there's no quarter, and Toddrington liesbut for Wrestham, you take the road to

It was some time before our hero could persuade the old woman to stick to Little Wrestham, or to

Toddrington, and not to mix the directions for the different roads togetherhe took patience, for his

impatience only confused his director the more. In process of time, he made out, and wrote down, the various

turns that he was to follow, to reach Little Wrestham; but no human power could get her from Little

Wrestham to Toddrington, though she knew the road perfectly well; but she had, for the seventeen last years,

been used to go 'the other road,' and all the carriers went that way, and passed the door, and that was all she

Little Wrestham, after turning to the left and right as often as his directory required, our hero happily reached;

but, unhappily, he found no Mr. Reynolds there; only a steward, who gave nearly the same account of his

master as had been given by the old woman, and could not guess even where the gentleman might now be.

'Perseverance against fortune.' To Toddrington our hero proceeded, through crosscountry roadssuch

roads!very different from the Irish roads. Waggon ruts, into which the carriage wheels sunk nearly to the

naveand, from time to time, 'sloughs of despond,' through which it seemed impossible to drag, walk, wade,

or swim, and all the time with a sulky postillion. 'Oh, how unlike my Larry!' thought Lord Colambre.

At length, in a very narrow lane, going up a hill, said to be two miles of ascent, they overtook a heavy laden

waggon, and they were obliged to go step by step behind it, whilst, enjoying the gentleman's impatience

much, and the postillion's sulkiness more, the waggoner, in his embroidered frock, walked in state, with his

The postillion muttered 'curses not loud, but deep.' Deep or loud, no purpose would they have answered; the

waggoner's temper was proof against curse in or out of the English language; and from their snail's pace

neither DICKENS nor devil, nor any postillion in England, could make him put his horses. Lord Colambre

jumped out of the chaise, and, walking beside him, began to talk to him; and spoke of his horses, their bells,

their trappings; the beauty and strength of the thillhorsethe value of the whole team, which his lordship

happening to guess right within ten pounds, and showing, moreover, some skill about road making and

waggonwheels, and being fortunately of the waggoner's own opinion in the great question about conical and

cylindrical rims, he was pleased with the young chap of a gentleman; and, in spite of the chuffiness of his

appearance and churlishness of his speech, this waggoner's bosom 'being made of penetrating stuff,' he

determined to let the gentleman pass. Accordingly, when half way up the hill, and the head of the

forehorse came near an open gate, the waggoner, without saying one word or turning his head, touched the

'Dobbin!Jeho!' and strange calls and sounds, which all the other horses of the team obeyed; and the

The covering of the waggon caught in the hedge as the waggon turned in; and as the sacking was drawn back,

some of the packages were disturbeda cheese was just rolling off on the side next Lord Colambre; he

stopped it from falling; the direction caught his quick eye'To Ralph Reynolds, Esq.' 'TODDRINGTON'

'Now I have found him! And surely i know that hand!' said Lord Colambre to himself, looking more closely

The original direction was certainly in a handwriting well known to him it was Lady Dashfort's.

'That there cheese, that you're looking at so cur'ously,' said the waggoner, has been a great traveller; for it

came all the way down from Lon'on, and now it's going all the way up again back, on account of not finding

the gentleman at home; and the man that booked it told me as how it came from foreign parts.'

Lord Colambre took down the direction, tossed the honest waggoner a guinea, wished him goodnight,

passed, and went on. As soon as he could, he turned into the London roadat the first town, got a place in

the mailreached Londonsaw his fatherwent directly to his friend, Count O'Halloran, who was

delighted when he beheld the packet. Lord Colambre was extremely eager to go immediately to old

Reynolds, fatigued as he was; for he had travelled night and day, and had scarcely allowed himself, mind or

'Heroes must sleep, and lovers too; or they soon will cease to be heroes or lovers!' said the count. 'Rest, rest,

perturbed spirit! this night; and tomorrow morning we'll finish the adventure in Red Lion Square, or I will

accompany you when and where you will; if necessary, to earth's remotest bounds.'

The next morning Lord Colambre went to breakfast with the count. The count, who was not in love, was not

up, for our hero was half an hour earlier than the time appointed. The old servant Ulick, who had attended his

master to England, was very glad to see Lord Colambre again, and, showing him into the breakfast parlour,

'Your clocks, I suppose, my lord, are half an hour faster than ours; my master will be ready to the moment.'

The count soon appearedbreakfast was soon over, and the carriage at the door; for the count sympathised

in his young friend's impatience. As they were setting out, the count's large Irish dog pushed out of the house

door to follow them and his master would have forbidden him, but Lord Colambre begged that he might be

permitted to accompany them; for his lordship recollected the old woman's having mentioned that Mr.

They arrived in Red Lion Square, found the house of Mr. Reynolds, and, contrary to the count's prognostics,

found the old gentleman up, and they saw him in his red nightcap at his parlour window. After some

minutes' running backwards and forwards of a boy in the passage, and two or three peeps taken over the

The boy could not master their names; so they were obliged reciprocally to announce themselves'Count

O'Halloran and Lord Colambre.' The names seemed to make no impression on the old gentleman; but he

deliberately looked at the count and his lordship, as if studying WHAT rather than WHO they were. In spite

of the red nightcap, and a flowered dressinggown, Mr. Reynolds looked like a gentleman, an odd

As Count O'Halloran came into the room, and as his large dog attempted to follow, the count's voice

'Oh, let him in, by all means, sir, if you please! I am fond of dogs; and a finer one I never saw; pray,

gentlemen, be seated,' said hea portion of the complacency inspired by the sight of the dog, diffusing itself

over his manner towards the master of so fine an animal, and even extending to the master's companion,

though in an inferior degree. Whilst Mr. Reynolds stroked the dog, the count told him that 'the dog was of a

curious breed, now almost extinctthe Irish greyhound, of which only one nobleman in Ireland, it is said,

has now a few of the species remaining in his possessionNow, lie down, Hannibal,' said the count. 'Mr.

'I beg your pardon, sir,' interrupted Mr. Reynolds; 'but did I understand you rightly, that a few of the same

species are still to be had from one nobleman in Ireland? pray, what is his name?' said he, taking out his

The count wrote the name for him, but observed, that 'he had asserted only that a few of these dogs remained

in the possession of that nobleman; he could not answer for it that they were TO BE HAD.'

'Oh, I have ways and means,' said old Reynolds; and, rapping his snuffbox, and talking, as it was his

custom, loud to himself, 'Lady Dashfort knows all those Irish lords; she shall get one for meay! ay!'

'I know it, sir; she is in London,' said Mr. Reynolds, hastily. 'What do you know of her?'

'I know, sir, that she is not likely to return to Ireland, and that I am; and so is my young friend here; and if the

Lord Colambre joined in this promise, and added that, 'if the dog could be obtained, he would undertake to

'Sirgentlemen! I'm much obliged; that is, when you have done the thing I shall be much obliged. But,

'Of that, sir,' said the count, smiling with much temper, 'your own sagacity and knowledge of the world must

'For my own part, I can only say,' cried Lord Colambre, 'that I am not in the habit of being reproached with

'Hot! I see,' said old Reynolds, nodding, as he looked at Lord Colambre. 'Cool!' added he, nodding at the

count. 'But a time for everything; I was hot onceboth answers good, for their ages.'

This speech Lord Colombre and the count tacitly agreed to consider as another APART, which they were not

to hear, or seem to hear. The count began again on the business of their visit, as he saw that Lord Colambre

was boiling with impatience, and feared that he should BOIL OVER, and spoil all. The count commenced

'Mr. Reynolds, your name sounds to me like the name of a friend; for I had once a friend of that name; I had

once the pleasure (and a very great pleasure it was to me) to be intimately acquainted abroad, on the

'Take care, sir,' said the old man, starting up from his chair, and instantly sinking down aginn'take care!

The convulsed motions of his fingers and face worked for some moments; whilst the count and Lord

The convulsed motions ceased; and the old man unbuttoned his waistcoat, as if to relieve some sense of

expression; uncovered his gray hairs; and, after leaning back to rest himself, with his eyes fixed, and in

reverie for a few moments, he sat upright again in his chair, and exclaimed, as he looked round

'Son!Did not somebody say that word? Who is so cruel to say that word before me? Nobody has ever

spoken of him to mebut once, since his death! Do you know, sir,' said he, fixing his eyes on Count

O'Halloran, and laying his cold hand on him, 'do you know where he was buried, I ask you, sir? do you

'Too well! too well!' cried the count, so much affected as to be scarcely able to pronounce the words; 'he died

'Impossible!' cried Mr. Reynolds. 'Why do you say so, sir?' said he, studying the count's face with a sort of

bewildered earnestness. 'Impossible! His body was sent over to me in a lead coffin; and I saw it and I was

askedand I answered, "in the family vault." But the shock is over,' said he; 'and, gentlemen, if the business

of your visit relates to that subject, I trust I am now sufficiently composed to attend to you. Indeed, I ought to

be prepared; for I had reason, for years, to expect the stroke; and yet, when it came, it seemed sudden!it

stunned meput an end to all my worldly prospectsleft me childless, without a single descendant or

'No, sir, you are not an insulated being,' said Lord Colambre 'you have a near relation, who will, who must be

dear to you; who will make you amends for all you have lost, all you have sufferedwho will bring peace

'No, sir; I have no granddaughter,' said old Reynolds, his face and whole form becoming rigid with the

expression of obstinacy. 'Rather have no descendant than be forced to acknowledge an illegitimate child.'

'My lord, I entreat as a friendI command you to be patient,' said the count, who saw Lord Colambre's

'So, then, this is the purpose of your visit,' continued old Reynolds; 'and you come from my enemies, from the

St. Omars, and you are in a league with them,' continued old Reynolds; 'and all this time it is of my eldest son

'Yes, sir,' replied the count; 'of Captain Reynolds, who fell in battle, in the Austrian service, about nineteen

'He was, as you say, sir, a gallant, an amiabIe youth, once and he was my pride, and I loved him, too, once

'No, sir, we did notwe are, you may perceive, totally ignorant of your family and of your affairs we have

'Oh, good! good!Well! well! I beg your pardon, gentlemen, a thousand timesI am a hasty, very hasty old

man; but I have been harassed, persecuted, hunted by wretches, who got a scent of my gold; often in my rage

I longed to throw my treasurebags to my pursuers, and bid them leave me to die in peace. You have

'Bear with you! Much enforced, the best tempers will emit a hasty spark,' said the count, looking at Lord

Colambre, who was now cool again; and who, with a countenance full of compassion, sat with his eyes fixed

'Yes, I had another son,' continued Mr. Reynolds, 'and on him all my affections concentrated when I lost my

eldest, and for him I desired to preserve the estate which his mother brought into my family. Since you know

nothing of my affairs, let me explain to you; that estate was so settled, that it would have gone to the child,

even the daughter of my eldest son, if there had been a legitimate child. But I knew there was no marriage,

and I held out firm to my opinion. "If there was a marriage," said I, "show me the marriage certificate, and I

will acknowledge the marriage, and acknowledge the child;" but they could not, and I knew they could not;

and I kept the estate for my darling boy,' cried the old gentleman, with the exultation of successful

positiveness again appearing strong in his physiognomy; but suddenly changing and relaxing, his

countenance fell, and he added, 'But now I have no darling boy. What use all!all must go to the

heiratlaw, or I must will it to a strangera lady of quality, who has just found out she is my

relationGod knows howI'm no genealogist and sends me Irish cheese and Iceland moss, for my

breakfast, and her waitinggentlewoman to nambypamby me. Oh, I'm sick of it allsee through itwish I

was blindwish I had a hiding place, where flatterers could not find mepursued, chasedmust change

my lodgings again tomorrowwill, willI beg your pardon, gentlemen, again; you were going to tell me,

sir, something more of my eldest son; and how I was led away from the subject, I don't know; but I meant

only to have assured you that his memory was dear to me, till I was so tormented about that unfortunate affair

of his pretended marriage, that at length I hated to hear him named; but the heiratlaw, at last, will triumph

'No, my good sir, not if you triumph over yourself, and do justice,' cried Lord Colambre; 'if you listen to the

truth, which my friend will tell you, and if you will read and believe the confirmation of it, under your son's

'His own hand indeed! His seal unbroken. But howwhen where why was it kept so long, and how came

Count O'Halloran told Mr. Reynolds that the packet had been given to him by Captain Reynolds on his

deathbed; related the dying acknowledgment which Captain Reynolds had made of his marriage; and gave an

account of the delivery of the packet to the ambassador, who had promised to transmit it faithfully. Lord

Colambre told the manner in which it had been mislaid, and at last recovered from among the deceased

ambassador's papers. The father still gazed at the direction, and reexamined the seals.

'My son's handwritingmy son's seals! But where is the certificate of the marriage?' repeated he; 'if it is

withinside of this packet, I have done great IN but I am convinced it never was a marriage. 'Yet I wish now

'Won't you open the packet, sir?' said Lord Colambre. Mr. Reynolds looked up at him with a look that said, 'I

don't clearly know what interest you have in all this.' But, unable to speak, and his hands trembling so that he

could scarcely break the seals, he tore off the cover, laid the papers before him, sat down, and took breath.

Lord Colambre, however impatient, had now too much humanity to hurry the old gentleman; he only ran for

the spectacles, which he espied on the chimneypiece, rubbed them bright, and held them ready. Mr.

Reynolds stretched his hand out for them, put them on, and the first paper he opened was the certificate of the

'Now I acknowledge the marriage. I always said, if there is a marriage there must be a certificate. And you

'And now,' cried Lord Colambre, 'I am happy, positively happy. Acknowledge your granddaughter,

'Acknowledge Miss Reynoldsyour granddaughter; I ask no more do what you will with your fortune.'

'Oh, now I understandI begin to understand this young gentleman is in lovebut where is my

granddaughter?how shall I know she is my granddaughter? I have not heard of her since she was an

'She knows nothing of it, sir,' said Lord Colambre, who now entered into a full explanation of Miss Nugent's

history, and of her connexion with his family, and of his own attachment to her; concluding the whole by

assuring Mr. Reynolds that his grand daughter had every virtue under heaven. 'And as to your fortune, sir, I

'No matter what she will say,' interrupted old Reynolds; 'where is she? When I see her, I shall hear what she

says. Tell me where she is let me see her. I long to see whether there is any likeness to her poor father. Where

'Well, my lord, and what is a hundred and sixty miles? I suppose you think I can't stir from my chair, but you

are mistaken. I think nothing of a journey of a hundred and sixty milesI'm ready to set off

Lord Colambre said, that he was sure Miss Reynolds would obey her grandfather's slightest summons, as it

was her duty to do, and would be with him as soon as possible, if this would be more agreeable to him. 'I will

'No, my lord, I do not commissionI will goI think nothing, I say, of a journey of a hundred and sixty

Lord Colambre and the count, perfectly satisfied with the result of their visit, now thought it best to leave old

Reynolds at liberty to rest himself, after so many strong and varied feelings. They paid their parting

compliments, settled the time for the next day's journey, and were just going to quit the room when Lord

'Oh no, my compliments, and my Lady Dashfort's best compliments, and I will call again.'

'No, no,' cried old Reynolds, pulling his bell; 'I'll have no calling againI'll be hanged if I do! Let her in

Old Reynolds jumped up, and went to the window himself, and, seeing the hackney coachman just turning

beckoned at the window, and Mrs. Petito was set down again, and ushered in by Jack, who announced her

'My dear Mr. Reynolds, I'm so obliged to you for letting me in,' cried Mrs. Petito, adjusting her shawl in the

passage, and speaking in a voice and manner well mimicked after her betters. 'You are so very good and kind,

'You strange man,' said Mrs. Petito, advancing graceful in shawl drapery; but she stopped short. 'My Lord

'I did not know Mrs. Petito was an acquaintance of yours, gentlemen,' said Mr. Reynolds, smiling shrewdly.

Count O'Halloran was too polite to deny his acquaintance with a lady who challenged it by thus naming him;

but he had not the slightest recollection of her, though it seems he had met her on the stairs when he visited

AQUAINTANCE:' and as soon as she had recovered from her first natural start and vulgar exclamation, she

with very easy familiarity hoped 'My Lady Clonbrony, and my lord, and Miss Nugent, and all her friends in

the family, were well;' and said, 'she did not know whether she was to congratulate his lordship or not upon

Miss Broadhurst, my Lady Berryl's marriage, but she should soon have to hope for his lordship's

congratulations for another marriage in HER present familylady Isabel to Colonel Heathcock, who has

come in for a large portion, and they are buying the wedding clothessights of clothesand the di'monds,

this day; and Lady Dashfort and my Lady Isabel sent me especially, sir, to you, Mr. Reynolds, and to tell you,

sir, before anybody else; and to hope the cheese COME safe up again at last; and to ask whether the Iceland

moss agrees with your chocolate, and is palatable; it's the most DILUENT thing upon the universal earth, and

the most TONIC and fashionablethe DUTCHES of Torcaster takes it always for breakfast, and Lady St.

'I am no patient at all, ma'am, and have no patience either; I am as well as you are, or my Lady Dashfort

Mrs. Petito smiled aside at Lord Colambre, to mark her perception of the man's strangeness. Then, in a

'Long, long, I hope, to continue so, if Heaven grants my daily and nightly prayers, and my Lady Dashfort's

also. So, Mr. Reynolds, if the ladies' prayers are of any avail, you ought to be purely, and I suppose ladies'

prayers have the precedency in efficacy. But it was not of prayers and deathbed affairs I came commissioned

to treatnot of burials, which Heaven above forbid, but of weddings my diplomacy was to speak; and to

premise my Lady Dashfort would have come herself in her carriage, but is hurried out of her senses, and my

Lady Isabel could not in proper modesty; so they sent me as their DOUBLE to hope you, my dear Mr.

Reynolds, who is one of the family relations, will honour the wedding with your presence.'

'It would be no honour, and they know that as well as I do,' said the intractable Mr. Reynolds. 'It will be no

advantage, either; but that they do not know as well as I do. Mrs. Petito, to save you and your lady all trouble

about me in future, please to let my Lady Dashfort know that I have just received and read the certificate of

my son Captain Reynolds's marriage with Miss St. Omar. I have acknowledged the marriage. Better late than

never; and tomorrow morning, God willing, shall set out with this young nobleman for Buxton, where I

hope to see, and intend publicly to acknowledge, my granddaughterprovided she will acknowledge me.'

'CRIMINI!' exclaimed Mrs. Petito, 'what new turns are here! Well, sir, I shall tell my lady of the

METAMORPHOSES that have taken place, though by what magic (as I have not the honour to deal in the

black art) I can't guess. But, since it seems annoying and inopportune, I shall take my FINALE, and shall thus

have a verbal P.P.C.as you are leaving town, it seems, for Buxton so early in the morning. My Lord

Colambre, if I see rightly into a millstone, as I hope and believe I do on the present occasion, I have to

congratulate your lordship (haven't I?) upon something like a succession, or a windfall, in this

DENEWMENT. And I beg you'll make my humble respects acceptable to the cidevant Miss Grace Nugent

that was; and I won't DERROGATE her by any other name in the interregnum, as I am persuaded it will only

be a temporary name, scarce worth assuming, except for the honour of the public adoption; and that will, I'm

confident, be soon exchanged for a viscount's title, or I have no sagacity nor sympathy. I hope I don't (pray

'Count O'Halloran, your most obedient! I had the honour of meeting you at Killpatrickstown,' said Mrs.

Petito, backing to the door, and twitching her shawl. She stumbled, nearly fell down, over the large

dogcaught by the door, and recovered herself. Hannibal rose and shook his ears. 'Poor fellow! you are of

my acquaintance too.' She would have stroked his head; but Hannibal walked off indignant, and so did she.

Thus ended certain hopes; for Mrs. Petito had conceived that her DIPLOMACY might be turned to account;

that in her character of an ambassadress, as Lady Dashfort's double, by the aid of Iceland moss in chocolate,

flattery properly administered; that, by bearing with all her DEAR Mr. Reynolds's ODDNESSES and

ROUGHNESES, she might in timethat is to say, before he made a new will become his dear Mrs. Petito;

or (for stranger things have happened and do happen every day) his dear Mrs. Reynolds! Mrs. Petito,

however, was good at a retreat; and she flattered herself that at least nothing of this underplot had appeared;

and at all events she secured by her services in this embassy, the longlookedfor object of her ambition,

Lady Dashfort's scarlet velvet gown'not yet a thread the worse for the wear!' One cordial look at this

comforted her for the loss of her expected OCTOGENAIRE; and she proceeded to discomfit her lady, by

repeating the message with which strange old Mr. Reynolds had charged her. So ended all Lady Dashfort's

Since the death of his youngest son, she had been indefatigable in her attentions, and sanguine in her hopes;

the disappointment affected both her interest and her pride, as an INTRIGANTE. It was necessary, however,

to keep her feelings to herself; for if Heathcock should hear anything of the matter before the articles were

signed, he might 'be off!'so she put him and Lady Isabel into her coach directlydrove to Gray's, to make

In the meantime Count O'Halloran and Lord Colambre, delighted with the result of their visit, took leave of

Mr. Reynolds, after having arranged the journey, and appointed the hour for setting off the next day. Lord

Colambre proposed to call upon Mr. Reynolds in the evening, and introduce his father, Lord Clonbrony; but

'No, no! I'm not ceremonious. I have given you proofs enough of that, I think, in the short time we've been

already acquainted. Time enough to introduce your father to me when we are in a carriage, going our journey;

then we can talk, and get acquainted; but merely to come this evening in a hurry, and say, "Lord Clonbrony,

Mr. Reynolds;Mr. Reynolds, Lord Clonbrony," and then bob our two heads at one another, and scrape one

foot back, and away!where's the use of that nonsense at my time of life, or at any time of life? No, no! we

have enough to do without that, I daresay.Good morning to you, Count O'Halloran! I thank you heartily.

From the first moment I saw you, I liked you; lucky too that you brought your dog with you! 'Twas Hannibal

made me first let you in; I saw him over the top of the blind.Hannibal, my good fellow! I'm more obliged

Hannibal was well patted, and then they parted. In returning home they met Sir James Brooke.

'I told you,' said Sir James, 'I should be in London almost as soon as you. Have you found old Reynolds!'

A history of all that had passed up to the present moment was given, and hearty congratulations received.

'Where are you going now, Sir James?cannot you come with us?' said Lord Colambre and the count.

'Impossible,' replied Sir James;'but, perhaps, you can come with meI'm going to Gray's, to give some

old family diamonds, either to be new set or exchanged. Count O'Halloran, I know you are a judge of these

'Not so this bride elect, or I mistake her much,' said the count, as they passed by the window and saw Lady

Isabel, who, with Lady Dashfort, had been holding consultation deep with the jeweller; and Heathcock,

Lady Dashfort, who had always, as old Reynolds expressed it, 'her head upon her shoulders'presence of

mind where her interests were concernedran to the door before the count and Lord Colambre could enter,

'How do? how do?Give you joy! give me joy! and all that. But mind! not a, word,' said she, laying her

finger upon her lips'not a word before Heathcock of old Reynolds, or of the best part of the old fool,his

The gentlemen bowed, in sign of submission to her ladyship's commands; and comprehended that she feared

Heathcock might be OFF, if the best part of his bride (her fortune, or her EXPECTATIONS) were lowered in

'How low is she reduced,' whispered Lord Colambre, 'when such a husband is thought a prizeand to be

Lady Isabel, as they approached, turned from a mirror, at which she was trying on a diamond crescent. Her

face clouded at sight of Count O'Halloran and Lord Colambre, and grew dark as hatred when she saw Sir

James Brooke. She walked away to the farther end of the shop, and asked one of the shopmen the price of a

The man said, 'He really did not know; it belonged to Lady Oranmore; it had just been new set for one of her

ladyship's daughters, who is going to be married to Sir James Brookeone of the gentlemen, my lady, who

Then, calling to his master, he asked him the price of the necklace; he named the value, which was

'I really thought Lady Oranmore and her daughters were vastly too philosophical to think of diamonds,' said

Lady Isabel to her mother, with a sort of sentimental sneer in her voice and countenance. 'But it is some

comfort to me to find, in these patternwomen, philosophy and love do not so wholly engross the heart, that

''Pon honour, di'monds are cursed expensive things, I know!' said Heathcock. 'But, be that as it may,'

whispered he to the lady, though loud enough to be heard by others, 'I've laid a damned round wager, that no

woman's diamonds married this winter, under a countess, in Lon'on, shall eclipse Lady Isabel

Lady Isabel paid for this promise one of her sweetest smiles; with one of those smiles which she had formerly

bestowed upon Lord Colambre, and which he had once fancied expressed so much sensibilitysuch

discriminative and delicate application. Our hero felt so much contempt, that he never wasted another sigh of

pity for her degradation. Lady Dashfort came up to him as he was standing alone; and, whilst the count and

'My Lord Colambre,' said she, in a low voice, 'I know your thoughts, and I could moralise as well as you, if I

did not prefer laughingyou are right enough; and so am I, and so is Isabel; we are all right. For look here:

women have not always the liberty of choice, and therefore they can't be expected to have always the power

The mother, satisfied with her convenient optimism, got into her carriage with her daughter, her daughter's

'The more I see,' said Count O'Halloran to Lord Colambre, as they left the shop, 'the more I find reason to

'I owe it not to my own wit or wisdom,' said Lord Colambre; 'but much to love, and much to friendship,'

added he, turning to Sir James Brooke; 'here was the friend who early warned me against the siren's voice;

who, before I knew Lady Isabel, told me what I have since found to be true, that

'Two passions alternately govern her fate Her business is love, but her pleasure is hate.'

'That is dreadfully severe, Sir James,' said Count O'Halloran; 'but I am afraid it is just.'

'I am sure it is just, or I would not have said it,' replied Sir James Brooke. 'For the foibles of the sex, I hope, I

have as much indulgence as any man, and for the errors of passion as much pity; but I cannot repress the

indignation, the abhorrence I feel against women, cold and vain, who use their wit and their charms only to

Lord Colambre recollected at this moment Lady Isabel's look and voice, when she declared that 'she would let

her little finger be cut off to purchase the pleasure of inflicting on Lady de Cresey, for one hour, the torture of

'Perhaps,' continued Sir James Brooke, 'now that I am going to marry into an Irish family, I may feel, with

peculiar energy, disapprobation of this mother and daughter on another account; but you, Lord Colambre,

will do me the justice to recollect that, before I had any personal interest in the country, I expressed, as a

general friend to Ireland, antipathy to those who return the hospitality they received from a warmhearted

people, by publicly setting the example of elegant sentimental hypocrisy, or daring disregard of decorum, by

privately endeavouring to destroy the domestic peace of families, on which, at last, public as well as private

virtue and happiness depend. I do rejoice, my dear Lord Colambre, to hear you say that I had any share in

saving you from the siren; and now, I will never speak of these ladies more. I am sorry you cannot stay in

town to seebut why should I be sorrywe shall meet again, I trust, and I shall introduce you; and you, I

hope, will introduce me to a very different charmer. Farewell!you have my warm good wishes wherever

Sir James turned off quickly to the street in which Lady Oranmore lived, and Lord Colambre had not time to

tell him that he knew and admired his intended bride. Count O'Halloran promised to do this for him. 'And

now,' said the good count, 'I am to take leave of you; and I assure you I do it with so much reluctance that

nothing less than positive engagements to stay in town would prevent me from setting off with you

tomorrow; but I shall be soon, very soon, at liberty to return to Ireland; and Clonbrony Castle, if you will

'Nay, it is to indulge myself. I long to see you happylong to behold the choice of such a heart as yours.

Pray do not steal a march upon melet me know in time. I will leave everything even the siege of for

'IF,' repeated Lord Colambre. 'Obstacles which, when we last parted, appeared to me invincible, prevented

my having ever even attempted to make an impression on the heart of the woman I love; and if you knew her,

count, as well as I do, you would know that her love could "not unsought be won."'

'Of that I cannot doubt, or she would not be your choice; but when her love is sought, we have every reason

to hope,' said the count, smiling, 'that it may, because it ought to be won by tried honour and affection. I only

'Well, I leave you hope,' said Lord Colambre; 'Miss NugentMiss Reynolds, I should say, has been in the

habit of considering a union with me as impossible; my mother early instilled this idea into her mind. Miss

Nugent thought that duty forbad her to think of me; she told me so: I have seen it in all her conduct and

manners. The barriers of habit, the ideas of duty, cannot, ought not, to be thrown down or suddenly changed

in a wellregulated female mind. And you, I am sure, know enough of the best female hearts, to be aware that

'Well, well, let this dear good charmer take her own time, provided there's none given to affectation, or

prudery, or coquetry; and from all these, of course, she must be free; and of course I must be content. ADIEU

'Well, my lord,' cried Sir Terence, out of breath, 'you have led me a pretty dance all over the town; here's a

letter somewhere down in my safe pocket for you, which has cost me trouble enough. Phoo! where is it

now?it's from Miss Nugent,' said he, holding up the letter. The direction to Grosvenor Square, London, had

been scratched out; and it had been redirected by Sir Terence to the Lord Viscount Colambre, at Sir James

Brooke's, Bart., Brookwood, Huntingdonshire, or elsewhere, with speed. 'But the more haste the worse speed;

for away it went to Brookwood, Huntingdonshire, where I knew, if anywhere, you was to be found; but, as

fate and the post would have it, there the letter went coursing after you, while you were running round, and

back and forwards, and everywhere, I understand, to Toddrington and Wrestham, and where not, through all

them English places, where there's no crosspost; so I took it for granted that it found its way to the

deadletter office, or was sticking up across a pane in the dd postmaster's window at Huntingdon, for the

whole town to see, and it a loveletter, and some puppy to claim it, under false pretence; and you all the time

'Oh, my dear lord, if you knew what a race I have had, missing you here by five minutes, and there by five

secondsbut I have you at last, and you have itand I'm paid this minute for all I liquidated of my

substance, by the pleasure I have in seeing you crack the seal and read it. But take care you don't tumble over

the orange womanorange barrows are a great nuisance, when one's studying a letter in the streets of

London, or the metropolis. But never heed; stick to my arm, and I'll guide you, like a blind man, safe through

Miss Nugent's letter, which Lord Colambre read in spite of the jostling of passengers, and the incessant

Let me not be the cause of banishing you from your home and your country, where you would do so much

good, and make so many happy. Let me not be the cause of your breaking your promise to your mother; of

your disappointing my dear aunt, so cruelly, who has complied with all our wishes, and who sacrifices, to

oblige us, her favourite tastes. How could she ever be happy in Ireland how could Clonbrony Castle be a

home to her, without her son? if you take away all she had of amusement and PLEASURE, as it is called, are

not you bound to give her, in their stead, that domestic happiness, which she can enjoy only with you, and by

your means? If, instead of living with her, you go into the army, she will be in daily, nightly anxiety and

alarm about you; and her son will, instead of being a comfort, be a source of torment to her.

I will hope that you will do now, as you have always hitherto done, on every occasion where I have seen you

act, what is right, and just, and kind. Come here on the day you promised my aunt you would; before that

time I shall be in Cambridgeshire, with my friend Lady Berryl; she is so good as to come to Buxton for

meI shall remain with her, instead of returning to Ireland. I have explained my reasons to my dear

auntCould I have any concealment from her, to whom, from my earliest childhood, I owe everything that

kindness and affection could give? She is satisfiedshe consents to my living henceforward with Lady

Berryl. Let me have the pleasure of seeing, by your conduct, that you approve of mine.Your affectionate

This letter, as may be imagined by those who, like him, are capable of feeling honourable and generous

conduct, gave our hero exquisite pleasure. Poor, goodnatured Sir Terence O'Fay enjoyed his lordship's

delight; and forgot himself so completely, that he never even inquired whether Lord Colambre had thought of

an affair on which he had spoken to him some time before, and which materially concerned Sir Terence's

interest. The next morning, when the carriage was at the door, and Sir Terence was just taking leave of his

friend Lord Clonbrony, and actually in tears, wishing them all manner of happiness, though he said there was

none left now in London, or the wide world, even, for himLord Colambre went up to him, and said, 'Sir

'Oh, my dear, I'm not thinking of that nowtime enough by the postI can write after you; but my thoughts

'Then I wonder how you could think of it, with all you had upon your mind and heart. When anything's upon

my heart, good morning to my head, it's not worth a lemon. Goodbye to you, and thank you kindly, and all

'Goodbye to you, Sir Terence O'Fay,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'and, since it's so ordered, I must live without

'Oh! you'll live better without me! my lord; I am not a good liver, I know, nor the best of all companions for a

nobleman, young or old; and now you'll be rich, and not put to your shifts and your wits, what would I have

to do for you?Sir Terence O'Fay, you know, was only THE POOR NOBLEMAN'S FRIEND, and you'll

never want to call upon him again, thanks to your jewel, your Pitt'sdi'mond of a son there. So we part here,

and depend upon it you're better without methat's all my comfort, or my heart would break. The carriage is

waiting this long time, and this young lover's itching to be off. God bless you both!that's my last word.'

They called in Red Lion Square, punctual to the moment, on old Mr. Reynolds, but his windowshutters

were shut; he had been seized in the night with a violent fit of the gout, which, as he said, held him fast by the

leg. 'But here,' said he, giving Lord Colambre a letter, 'here's what will do your business without me. Take

this written acknowledgment I have penned for you, and give my granddaughter her father's letter to

readit would touch a heart of stonetouched minewish I could drag the mother back out of her grave,

to do her justiceall one now. You see at last I'm not a suspicious rascal, however, for I don't suspect you of

'Will you,' said Lord Colambre, 'give your granddaughter leave to come up to town to you, sir? You would

satisfy yourself, at least, as to what resemblance she may bear to her father; Miss Reynolds will come

'No, no; I won't have her come. If she comes, I won't see her shan't begin by nursing menot selfish. As

soon as I get rid of this gout, I shall be my own man, and young again, and I'll soon be after you across the

sea, that shan't stop me; I'll come towhat's the name of your place in Ireland? and see what likeness I can

find to her poor father in this granddaughter of mine, that you puffed so finely yesterday. And let me see

whether she will wheedle me as finely as Mrs. Petito would. Don't get ready your marriage settlements, do

you hear, till you have seen my will, which I shall sign atwhat's the name of your place? Write it down

there; there's pen and ink; and leave me, for the twinge is coming, and I shall roar.'

'Will you permit me, sir, to leave my own servant with you to take care of you? I can answer for his attention

Lord Colambre gave his servant a charge to bear with Mr. Reynolds's rough manner and temper, and to pay

the poor old gentleman every possible attention. Then our hero proceeded with his father on his journey, and

on this journey nothing happened worthy of note. On his first perusal of the letter from Grace, Lord Colambre

had feared that she would have left Buxton with Lady Berryl before he could reach it; but, upon recollection,

he hoped that the few lines he had written, addressed to his mother AND Miss Nugent, with the assurance

that he should be with them on Wednesday, would be sufficient to show her that some great change had

happened, and consequently sufficient to prevent her from quitting her aunt, till she could know whether such

a separation would be necessary. He argued wisely, more wisely than Grace had reasoned; for,

notwithstanding this note, she would have left Buxton before his arrival, but for Lady Berryl's strength of

mind, and positive determination not to set out with her till Lord Colambre should arrive to explain. In the

interval, poor Grace was, indeed, in an anxious state of suspense; and her uncertainty, whether she was doing

'My dear, you cannot help yourself; be quiet,' said Lady Berryl; 'I will take the whole upon my conscience;

Grace was the first person who, from her window, saw Lord Colambre, the instant the carriage drove to the

door. She ran to her friend Lady Berryl's apartment'He is come!Now, take me away!'

'Not yet, my sweet friend! Lie down upon this sofa, if you please; and keep yourself tranquil, whilst I go and

see what you ought to do; and depend upon me for a true friend, in whose mind, as in your own, duty is the

'I depend on you entirely,' said Grace, sinking down on the sofa; 'and you see I obey you!'

'I know it; and does he go to Ireland? Speak instantly, that I may tell Grace Nugent.'

'You can tell her nothing yet, my love; for we know nothing. Lord Colambre will not say a word till you

'Oh, my dear, dear Lady Berryl, come! or I shall die with impatience,' cried Lady Clonbrony, in a voice and

manner between laughing and crying. 'There, now you have congratulated, are very happy, and very glad, and

all thatnow, for mercy's sake, sit down, Lord Clonbrony! for Heaven's sake, sit downbeside me

But as nothing is so tedious as a twicetold tale, Lord Colambre's narrative need not here be repeated. He

began with Count O'Halloran's visit, immediately after Lady Clonbrony had left London; and went through

the history of the discovery that Captain Reynolds was the husband of Miss St. Omar, and the father of

Grace; the dying acknowledgment of his marriage; the packet delivered by Count O'Halloran to the careless

ambassadorhow recovered, by the assistance of his executor, Sir James Brooke; the travels from Wrestham

to Toddrington, and thence to Red Lion Square; the interview with old Reynolds, and its final result; all was

related as succinctly as the impatient curiosity of Lord Colambre's auditors could desire.

'Oh, wonder upon wonder! and joy upon joy!' cried Lady Clonbrony. 'So my darling Grace is as legitimate as

I am, and an heiress after all. Where is she? where is she? In your room, Lady Berryl?Oh, Colambre! why

wouldn't you let her be by? Lady Berryl, do you know, he would not let me send for her, though she was

'For that very reason, ma'am; and that Lord Colambre was quite right, I am sure you must be sensible, when

you recollect, that Grace has no idea that she is not the daughter of Mr. Nugent; she has no suspicion that the

breath of blame ever lighted upon her mother. This part of the story cannot be announced to her with too

much caution; and, indeed, her mind has been so much harassed and agitated, and she is at present so far from

'True! very true, Lady Berryl,' interrupted Lady Clonbrony; 'and I'll be as delicate as you please about it

afterwards; but, in the first and foremost place, I must tell her the best part of the storythat she's an heiress,

madam, never killed anybody!' So, darting through all opposition, Lady Clonbrony made her way into the

room where Grace was lying'Yes, get up! get up! my own Grace, and be surprisedwell you may!you

'True, as I'm Lady Clonbronyand a very great heiressand no more Colambre's cousin than Lady Berryl

here. So now begin and love him as fast as you pleaseI give my consentand here he is.'

'What have I done?' cried Lady Clonbrony, following her son's eyes:'Lord bless me!Grace fainted

'There! her colour's coming again,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'come away, my dear Lady Clonbrony, for the

present, and so will I though I long to talk to the darling girl myself; but she is not equal to it yet.'

When Grace came to herself, she first saw Lady Berryl leaning over her, and, raising herself a little, she

Then seeing Lord Colambre, she sat quite upright. 'You received my letter, cousin, I hope?Do you go to

'Yes; and with you, I hope, my beloved friend,' said Colambre; 'you once assured me that I had such a share

of your esteem and affection, that the idea of my accompanying you to Ireland was not disagreeable to you;

'Yessit down by me, won't you, my dear Lady Berrylbut then I considered you as my cousin, Lord

'But now, my charming Grace,' said Lord Colambre, kneeling beside her, and taking her hand, 'no invincible

obstacle opposes my passionno INVINCIBLE obstacle, did I say? let me hope that I may say no obstacle,

but what depends on the change in the nature of your sentiments. You heard my mother's consent; you saw

'I scarcely knew what I heard or saw,' said Grace, blushing deeply, 'or what I now see and hear; but of this I

feel secure, before I comprehend the mystery, before you explain to me the causes of yourchange of

conduct, that you have never been actuated by caprice, but governed by wise and honourable motives. As to

my going to Ireland, or remaining with Lady Berryl, she has heard all the circumstancesshe is my friend

and yoursa better friend cannot be; to her I appealshe will decide for me what I OUGHT to do; she

'I did; and I would do so without hesitation, if any duty or any prudence required it. But, after having heard

all the circumstances, I can only tell you that I willingly resign the pleasure of your company.'

'But tell her, my dear Lady Berryl,' said Lord Colambre, 'excellent friend as you areexplain to her you can,

better than any of us, all that is to be known; let her know my whole conduct, and then let her decide for

herself, and I shall submit to her decision. It is difficult, my dear Grace, to restrain the expression of love, of

passion, such as I feel; but I have some power over myselfyou know itand this I can promise you, that

your affections shall be free as airthat: no wishes of friends, no interference, nothing but your own

unbiassed choice will I allow, if my life depended upon it, to operate in my favour. Be assured, my dearest

Grace,' added he, smiling as he retired, 'you shall have time to know whether you are happy or not.'

The moment he had left the room, she threw herself into the arms of her friend, and her heart, oppressed with

various feelings, was relieved by tearsa species of relief to which she was not habituated.

'I am happy,' said she; 'but what was the INVINCIBLE OBSTACLE? what was the meaning of my aunt's

words?and what was the cause of her joy? Explain all this to me, my dear friend; for I am still as if I were

With all the delicacy which Lady Clonbrony deemed superfluous Lady Berryl explained. Nothing could

surpass the astonishment of Grace, on first learning that Mr. Nugent was not her father. When she was told of

the stigma that had been cast on her birth; the suspicions, the disgrace, to which her mother had been

subjected for so many yearsthat mother, whom she had so loved and respected; who had, with such care,

instilled into the mind of her daughter the principles of virtue and religion; that mother whom Grace had

always seen the example of every virtue she taught; on whom her daughter never suspected that the touch of

blame, the breath of scandal, could restGrace could express her sensations only by repeating, in tones of

For some time she was incapable of attending to any other idea, or of feeling any other sensations. When her

mind was able to admit the thought, her friend soothed her, by recalling the expressions of Lord Colambre's

lovethe struggle by which he had been agitated, when he fancied a union with her opposed by an

Grace sighed, and acknowledged that, in prudence, it ought to have been an invincible obstacle she admired

the firmness of his decision, the honour with which he had acted towards her. One moment she exclaimed,

'Then, if I had been the daughter of a mother who had conducted herself ill, he never would have trusted me!'

The next moment she recollected, with pleasure, the joy she had just seen in his eyesthe affection, the

passion, that spoke in every word and look; then dwelt upon the sober certainty, that all obstacles were

'And no duty opposes my loving him! And my aunt wishes it! my kind aunt! And I may think of him.You,

my best friend, would not assure me of this if you were not certain of the truth.Oh, how can I thank you for

all your kindness, and for that best of all kindness, sympathy. You see, your calmness, your strength of mind

supports and tranquillises me. I would rather have heard all I have just learnt from you than from any other

person living. I could not have borne it from any one else. No one else knows my mind so perfectlyyet my

aunt is very good,and my dear uncle! should not I go to him?But he is not my uncle, she is not my aunt.

I cannot bring myself to think that they are not my relations, and that I am nothing to them.'

'You may be everything to them, my dear Grace,' said Lady Berryl; 'whenever you please, you may be their

Grace blushed, and smiled, and sighed, and was consoled. But then she recollected her new relation Mr.

Reynolds, her grandfather, whom she had never seen, who had for years disowned hertreated her mother

with injustice. She could scarcely think of him with complaisancy; yet, when his age, his sufferings, his

desolate state, were represented, she pitied him; and, faithful to her strong sense of duty, would have gone

instantly to offer him every assistance and attention in her power. Lady Berryl assured her that Mr. Reynolds

had positively forbidden her going to him; and that he had assured Lord Colambre he would not see her if she

went to him. After such rapid and varied emotions, poor Grace desired repose, and her friend took care that it

In the meantime, Lord Clonbrony had kindly and judiciously employed his lady in a discussion about certain

velvet furniture, which Grace had painted for the drawingroom at Clonbrony Castle.

In Lady Clonbrony's mind, as in some bad paintings, there was no KEEPING; all objects, great and small,

'Everything pleasant at once! Here's your father tells me, Grace's velvet furniture's all packed; really, Soho's

the best man in the world of his kind, and the cleverestand so, after all, my dear Colambre, as I always

'Terry!' repeated Lady Clonbrony, 'that odious Terry!I hope, my lord, that he is not to be one of my

'No, my dear mother; he is much better provided for than we could have expected. One of my father's first

objects was to prevent him from being any encumbrance to you. We consulted him as to the means of making

him happy; and the knight acknowledged that he had long been casting a sheep's eye at a little snug place,

that will soon be open, in his native countrythe chair of assistant barrister at the sessions. "Assistant

barrister!" said my father; "but, my dear Terry, you have all your life been evading the laws, and very

frequently breaking the peace; do you think this has qualified you peculiarly for being a guardian of the

laws?" Sir Terence replied, "Yes, sure; set a thief to catch a thief is no bad maxim. And did not Mr.

Colquhoun, the Scotchman, get himself made a great justice, by his making all the world as wise as himself,

about thieves of all sorts, by land and by water, and in the air too, where he detected the mud larks?And

'My father now began to be seriously alarmed, lest Sir Terence should insist upon his using his interest to

make him an assistant barrister. He was not aware that five years' practice at the bar was a necessary

accomplishment for this office; when, fortunately for all parties, my good friend, Count O'Halloran, helped us

out of the difficulty, by starting an idea full of practical justice. A literary friend of the count's had been for

some time promised a lucrative situation under Government; but, unfortunately, he was a man of so much

merit and ability, that they could not find employment for him at home, and they gave him a commission, I

should rather say a contract, abroad, for supplying the army with Hungarian horses. Now the gentleman had

not the slightest skill in horseflesh; and, as Sir Terence is a complete jockey, the count observed that he

would be the best possible deputy for his literary friend. We warranted him to be a thoroughgoing friend; and

I do think the coalition will be well for both parties. The count has settled it all, and I left Sir Terence

comfortably provided for, out of your way, my dear mother, and as happy as he could be, when parting from

Lord Colambre was assiduous in engaging his mother's attention upon any subject which could for the

present draw her thoughts away from her young friend; but, at every pause in the conversation, her ladyship

repeated, 'So Grace is an heiress, after allso, after all, they know they are not cousins! Well! I prefer Grace,

a thousand times over, to any other heiress in England. No obstacle, no objection. They have my consent. I

Her ardour and impatience to hurry things forward seemed now likely to retard the accomplishment of her

own wishes; and Lord Clonbrony, who understood rather more of the passion of love than his lady ever had

felt or understood, saw the agony into which she threw her son, and felt for his darling Grace. With a degree

of delicacy and address of which few would have supposed Lord Clonbrony capable, his lordship

cooperated with his son in endeavours to keep Lady Clonbrony quiet, and to suppress the hourly

thanksgivings of Grace's TURNING OUT AN HEIRESS. On one point, however, she vowed she would not

be overruledshe would have a splendid wedding at Clonbrony Castle, such as should become an heir and

heiress; and the wedding, she hoped, would be immediately on their return to Ireland; she should announce

'My dear,' said Lord Clonbrony, 'we must wait, in the first place, the pleasure of old Mr. Reynolds's fit of the

'Why, that's true, because of his will,' said her ladyship; 'but a will's soon made, is not it? That can't be much

'And then there must be settlements,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'they take time. Lovers, like all the rest of

mankind, must submit to the law's delay. In the meantime, my dear, as these Buxton baths agree with you so

well, and as Grace does not seem to be over and above strong for travelling a long journey, and as there are

many curious and beautiful scenes of nature here in Derbyshire Matlock, and the wonders of the Peak, and

so onwhich the young people would be glad to see together, and may not have another opportunity

soonwhy not rest ourselves a little? For another reason, too,' continued his lordship, bringing together as

many arguments as he couldfor he had often found, that though Lady Clonbrony was a match for any

single argument, her understanding could be easily overpowered by a number, of whatever sort 'besides,

my dear, here's Sir Arthur and Lady Berryl come to Buxton on purpose to meet us; and we owe them some

compliment, and something more than compliment, I think; so I don't see why we should be in a hurry to

leave them, or quit Buxtona few weeks sooner or later can't signifyand Clonbrony Castle will be getting

all the while into better order for us. Burke is gone down there; and if we stay here quietly, there will be time

for the velvet furniture to get there before us, and to be unpacked, and up in the drawingroom.'

'That's true, my lord,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'and there is a great deal of reason in all you sayso I second

They stayed some time in Derbyshire, and every day Lord Clonbrony proposed some pleasant excursion, and

contrived that the young people should be left to themselves, as Mrs. Broadhurst used so strenuously to

advise; the recollection of whose authoritative maxims fortunately still operated upon Lady Clonbrony, to the

Happy as a lover, a friend, a son; happy in the consciousness of having restored a father to respectability, and

persuaded a mother to quit the feverish joys of fashion for the pleasures of domestic life; happy in the hope of

winning the whole heart of the woman he loved, and whose esteem, he knew, he possessed and deserved;

happy in developing every day, every hour, fresh charm in his destined bridewe leave our hero, returning

And we leave him with the reasonable expectation that he will support through life the promise of his early

character; that his patriotic views will extend with his power to carry wishes into action; that his attachment

to his warmhearted countrymen will still increase upon further acquaintance; and that he will long diffuse

happiness through the wide circle, which is peculiarly subject to the influence and example of a great resident

Yours of the 26th, inclosing the five pound note for my father, came safe to hand Monday last; and with his

thanks and blessing to you, he commends it to you herewith inclosed back again, on account of his being in

no immediate necessity, nor likelihood to want in future, as you shall hear forthwith; but wants you over with

all speed, and the note will answer for travelling charges; for we can't enjoy the luck it has pleased God to

give us without YEES: put the rest in your pocket, and read it when you've time.

Old Nick's gone, and St. Dennis along with him, to the place he come frompraise be to God! The ould lord

has found him out in his tricks; and I helped him to that, through the young lord that I driv, as I informed you

in my last, when he was a Welchman, which was the best turn ever I did, though I did not know it no more

than Adam that time. So OULD Nick's turned out of the agency clean and clear; and the day after it was

known, there was surprising great joy through the whole country; not surprising either, but just what you

might, knowing him, rasonably expect. He (that is, old Nick and St. Dennis) would have been burnt that

nightI MANE, in EFFIGY, through the town of Clonbrony, but that the new man, Mr. Burke, come down

that day too soon to stop it, and said, 'it was not becoming to trample on the fallen,' or something that way,

that put an end to it; and though it was a great disappointment to many, and to me in particular, I could not

but like the jantleman the better for it anyhow. They say, he is a very good jantleman, and as unlike old Nick

or the saint as can be; and takes no duty fowl, nor glove, nor sealingmoney; nor asks duty work nor duty

turf. Well, when I was disappointed of the EFFIGY, I comforted myself by making a bonfire of old Nick's big

rick of duty turf, which, by great luck, was out in the road, away from all dwellinghouse, or thatch, or yards,

to take fire; so no danger in life or objection. And such another blaze! I wished you'd seed itand all the

men, women, and children in the town and country, far and near, gathered round it, shouting and dancing like

mad!and it was light as day quite across the bog, as far as Bartley Finnigan's house. And I heard after, they

seen it from all parts of the three counties, and they thought it was St. John's Eve in a mistakeor couldn't

make out what it was; but all took it in good part, for a good sign, and were in great joy. As for St. Dennis

and OULD Nick, an attorney had his foot upon em, with an habere a latitat, and three executions hanging

over 'em; and there's the end of rogues! and a great example in the country. Andno more about it; for I

can't be wasting more ink upon them that don't desarve it at my hands, when I want it for them that do, you

shall see. So some weeks past, and there was great cleaning at Clonbrony Castle, and in the town of

Clonbrony; and the new agent's smart and clever; and he had the glaziers, and the painters, and the slaters up

and down in the town wherever wanted; and you wouldn't know it again. Thinks I, this is no bad sign! Now,

cock up your ears, Pat! for the great news is coming, and the good. The master's come home long life to

him!and family come home yesterday, all entirely! The OULD lord and the young lord (ay, there's the

man, Paddy!), and my lady, and Miss Nugent. And I driv Miss Nugent's maid, that maid that was, and

another; so I had the luck to be in it along WID 'em, and see all, from first to last. And first, I must tell you,

my young Lord Colambre remembered and noticed me the minute he lit at our inn, and condescended to

beckon at me out of the yard to him, and axed me'Friend Larry,' says he, 'did you keep your

promise?''My oath again' the whisky, is it?' says I. 'My lord, I surely did,' said I; which was true, as all the

country knows I never tasted a drop since. 'And I'm proud to see your honour, my lord, as good as your word

too, and back again among us. So then there was a call for the horses; and no more at that time passed betwix'

my young lord and me, but that he pointed me out to the OULD one, as I went off. I noticed and thanked him

for it in my heart, though I did not know all the good was to come of it. Well, no more of myself, for the

Ogh, it's I driv 'em well; and we all got to the great gate of the park before sunset, and as fine an evening as

ever you see; with the sun shining on the tops of the trees, as the ladies noticed; the leaves changed, but not

dropped, though so late in the season. I believe the leaves knew what they were about, and kept on, on

purpose to welcome them; and the birds were singing, and I stopped whistling, that they might hear them; but

sorrow bit could they hear when they got to the park gate, for there was such a crowd, and such a shout, as

you never seeand they had the horses off every carriage entirely, and drew'em home, with, blessings,

through the park. And, God bless 'em! when they got out, they didn't go shut themselves up in the great

drawingroom, but went straight out to the TIRrass, to satisfy the eyes and hearts that followed them. My

lady LANING on my young lord, and Miss Grace Nugent that was, the beautifullest angel that ever you set

eyes on, with the finest complexion and sweetest of smiles, LANING upon the ould lord's arm, who had his

hat off, bowing to all, and noticing the old tenants as he passed by name. Oh, there was great gladness and

After a turn or two upon the TIRrass, my Lord Colambre QUIT his mother's arm for a minute, and he come

to the edge of the slope, and looked down and through all the crowd for some one.

'Is it the widow O'Neill, my lord?' says I; 'she's yonder, with the spectacles on her nose, betwixt her son and

Then my lord beckoned, and they did not know which of the TREE would stir; and then he gave TREE

beckons with his own finger, and they all TREE came fast enough to the bottom of the slope forenent my

lord; and he went down and helped the widow up (Oh, he's the true jantleman), and brought 'em all TREE up

on the TIRrass, to my lady and Miss Nugent; and I was up close after, that I might hear, which wasn't

manners, but I couldn't help it. So what he said I don't well know, for I could not get near enough, after all.

But I saw my lady smile very kind, and take the widow O'Neill by the hand, and then my Lord Colambre

'TRODUCED Grace to Miss Nugent, and there was the word NAMESAKE, and something about a check

curtains; but, whatever It was, they was all greatly pleased; then my Lord Colambre turned and looked for

Brian, who had fell back, and took him with some commendation to my lord his father. And my lord the

master said, which I didn't know till after, that they should have their house and farm at the OULD rent; and

at the surprise, the widow dropped down dead; and there was a cry as for ten BERRINGS. 'Be qui'te,' says I,

'she's only kilt for joy;' and I went and lift her up, for her son had no more strength that minute than the child

new born; and Grace trembled like a leaf, as white as the sheet, but not long, for the mother came to, and was

as well as ever when I brought some water, which Miss Nugent handed to her with her own hand.

'That was always pretty and good, said the widow, laying her hand upon Miss Nugent, 'and kind and good to

That minute there was music from below. The blind harper, O'Neill, with his harp, that struck up 'Gracey

And that finished, and my Lord Colambre smiling, with the tears standing in his eyes too, and the OULD lord

quite wiping his, I ran to the TIRrass brink to bid O'Neill play it again; but as I run, I thought I heard a voice

'My Lord Colambre calls you, Larry,' says all at once; and four takes me by the shoulders and spins me

So I run back for my life, and walked respectful, with my hat in my hand, when I got near.

'Put on your hat, my father desires it, says my Lord Colambre. The ould lord made a sign to that purpose, but

was too full to speak. 'Where's your father?' continues my young lord.' He's very ould, my lord,' says I. 'I

didn't ask you how ould he was,' says he; 'but where is he?''He's behind the crowd below, on account of his

infirmities; he couldn't walk so fast as the rest, my lord,' says I; 'but his heart is with you, if not his body. 'I

must have his body too, so bring him bodily before us; and this shall be your warrant for so doing,' said my

lord, joking; for he knows the NATUR of us, Paddy, and how we love a joke in our hearts, as well as if he

had lived all his life in Ireland; and by the same token will, for that rason, do what he pleases with us, and

But I'm telling you of my father. 'I've a warrant for you, father,' says I; 'and must have you bodily before the

justice, and my lord chiefjustice.' So he changed colour a bit at first; but he saw me smile. 'And I've done no

And up the slope he went with me as light as fifteen; and, when we got up, my Lord Clonbrony said, 'I am

sorry an old tenant, and a good old tenant, as I hear you were, should have been turned out of your farm.'

'Don't fret, it's no great matter, my lord,' said my father. 'I shall be soon out of the way; but if you would be so

kind to speak a word for my boy here, and that I could afford, while the life is in me, bring my other boy back

'Then,' says my Lord Clonbrony, 'I'll give you and your sons three lives, or thirtyone years, from this day, of

your former farm. Return to it when you please.' 'And,' added my Lord Colambre, 'the flaggers, I hope, will

be soon banished.' Oh, how could I thank himnot a word could I profferbut I know I clasped my two

hands, and prayed for him inwardly. And my father was dropping down on his knees, but the master would

not let him; and OBSARVED, that posture should only be for his God. And, sure enough, in that posture,

when he was out of sight, we did pray for him that night, and will all our days.

But, before we quit his presence, he called me back, and bid me write to my brother, and bring you back, if

So come, my dear Pat, and make no delay, for joy's not joy complAte till you're in itmy father sends his

blessing, and Peggy her love, The family entirely is to settle for good in Ireland, and there was in the castle

yard last night a bonfire made by my lord's orders of the ould yellow damask furniture, to plase my lady, my

lord says. And the drawingroom, the butler was telling me, is new hung; and the chairs with velvet as white

as snow, and shaded over with natural flowers, by Miss Nugent. Oh! how I hope what I guess will come true,

and I've rason to believe it will, for I dreamt in my bed last night it did. But keep yourself to yourselfthat

Miss Nugent (who is no more Miss Nugent, they say, but Miss Reynolds, and has a newfound grandfather,

and is a big heiress, which she did not want in my eyes, nor in my young lord's), I've a notion will be

sometime, and maybe sooner than is expected, my Lady Viscountess Colambre so haste to the wedding.

And there's another thing: they say the rich ould grandfather's coming over;and another thing, Pat, you

would not be out of the fashionand you see it's growing the fashion not to be an Absentee.Your loving