■^* V-. LI B RARY OF THE U N IVLR^SITY or ILLINOIS vJ ' Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2009 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign http://www.archive.org/details/premier01mudf THE PREMIER IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON : HENRY COLBURN AND RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET. 1831. 825 V. I PREFACE, The volumes now delivered to the Public have one circumstance in their favour. They cannot share the fate of works of fiction, by being condemned as improbable. Fiction they undoubtedly contain ; but in so small a propor- tion, that they who may be able to recognise where the truth begins, will hardly detect where it ends. The originals of every character in- troduced are still livings with the exception of -^ two, and the grave has closed over them only a Vv very few years. Many of the scenes in which T^they are brought forward as actors are tran- .. scripts from reality ; but with what fidelity c they have been made, others must determine. March, 1831. vv THE PREMIER. CHAPTER I. " This is too bad!" exclaimed the Earl of Villopoer, tossing from him an official paper, tied with green ribbon, which he had been read- ing. " I cannot, in conscience, sanction such a demand; especially," he added with a smile, " when, if conscience were out of the question, there are considerations of another kind which would make it extremely inconvenient." His Lordship's servant entered, and announced Mr. Cranstoun. " My dear Cranstoun," said the Earl, " I have been half put out of humour by reading the paper you sent me along with the last des- VOL. I. B ^Z THE PREMIER. patches from Paris : I mean the memorial of Sir Frederick Beauchamp." " It is an impudent business/' replied Mr. Cranstoun ; " but we must amuse Sir Frederick with urbanities for a while, because it would very much embarrass the present negociations if they had to be carried on through a fresh minister ; and I suppose a flat negative would make him solicit his recall." " Not it;' said the Earl of Villopoer ; " Sir Frederick Beauchamp loves three things which he now enjoys, too well to resign them in a pet — parade, patronage, and twelve thousand a- year. However, I agree with you, it will be convenient not even to ruffle his temper, and therefore, when you write to him, you can say his application is under consideration, or that it will be taken into consideration at the ear- liest moment, when the attention of his Majes- ty's government can be drawn to it." " I '11 take care and write something civil and satisfactory," answered Mr. Cranstoun, as he put the memorial of Sir Frederick into his pocket. THE PREMIER. 3 " Is there any thing before the House to- night P" inquired Lord Villopoer. " Yes ; but I have not heard yet whether they have made a House. Wilmot is to send up a messenger, if they do ; and I expect they will ; for poor Crichton, who is quite big with a speech about economy, has a motion for redu- cing the estimate upon stationery in the public offices, to-night. He asked me yesterday if I meant to oppose it. I told him he should have my support for the saving of half-a-yard of red tape, provided he showed that the other half was sufficient. ' That 's all I require,' said he ; ' / pledge myself to prove extravagance, you to put an end to it when proved ;' and so we parted; having come to a mutual under- standing of each other'^s intentions, like Hotspur and Glendower. ' Why, I can teach thee, coz, to command the devil." — ' And if thou have power to raise the devil, bring him hither ; and I 11 be sworn I have power to shame him hence."" " Crichton,'*" observed Lord Villopoer, " is a singular instance of what a man may effect by B 2 4 THE PREMIER. dint of incessant talking, unrestrained by any misgivings about talking to the purpose. I suppose there never sat in the House of Com- mons, since the existence of parliament, a mem- ber who committed so many and such signal blunders upon every subject as he has ; yet — ' Destroy his blunders of to-night — in vain ! The blockhead 's at his blundering work again.' And, to say the truth, he has forced himself into a sort of notoriety."" " His notoriety is easily explained,"''' observed Cranstoun. " He who cries out upon abuses, and seems to weep over his country's wrongs, soon gets to the top of popular preferment. But Crichton is not at the top, nor ever will be, because his blunders have made him ridiculous, and ridicule, when it adheres justly to a man, constitutes an impassable barrier in the pursuit of moral or political influence. I do not hold, with Shaftesbury, that ridicule is the test of truth : but I always feel, when I have an adver- sary to deal with who has any point about him which can be rendered plausibly ridiculous, I have a weapon in my hand worth a dozen syllogisms. Now, Crichton has hardly a point THE PREMIER. 5 about him Avhich is jiot honestly ridiculous; so that I am sometimes absolutely oppressed with the abundance of my materials in that way. But his head is of adamant, his face of brass; you may knock at the one till dooms- day, without making an impression, and look at the other, as a hopeless lover gazes in the coun- tenance of an imperious mistress, without see- ing the feeling you think you have excited.'' '* Our friend the Secretary set him down neatly enough, the other night, I thought, upon the question of the Marines," remarked his Lordship. " Yes, Wilson has the knack of drawing out, into full-length absurdity, the lurking nonsense of a brain addled by overweening vanity. Be- sides, a fool is a fool, in whatever vocation he shows his folly; and Wilson is incomparable in the tact he possesses for scratching the long ears of an asinine author. The transition is easy, from braying on paper to braying for the papers." ••' Ay, — that braying for the papers, as you call it, has silently worked a great revolution in this country." 6, THE PREMIER. '^ And practically accomplished a great evil,*"* added Cranstoun ; " the evil of speaking to the country, instead of deliberating and acting for it. What is the consequence ? We spend days and nights in gladiatorial exhibitions of contentious debate, or premeditated displays of mere declamation, while the business of the State languishes on from week to week, to be at last postponed till another session ; or, what is worse, disposed of with the crude, undignified despatch of a parish vestry."" The conversation was interrupted by the ar- rival of Mr. Wilmot, who came to announce that they had made a House. " I think the Speaker was determined to have one,"' said he, (swinging his arms about like a Dutch toy, which gesticulates so ve- hemently by the aid of a piece of pack- thread), " for he stuck at thirty-five, when it did not want five seconds to four; then looking behind his chair, where he saw that dried eel- skin of a senator, General Thornby, curled up in a corner reading a petition twice his own size, which he had to present, ' I believe I THE PREMIER. 7 have miscounted — honourable members will be pleased to take their places and come forward,' said he ; — began again, — ' one — two — three," — like minute guns, and before he got to twenty, in came Crichton, with half-a-dozen more, from the Committee upon Irish lunatics above-stairs; — so, there was a full-grown House. — Crichton asked me if I knew what time you would likely be down there," continued Wilmot, addressing Cranstoun, " for he says you are to support his motion to-night, for beginning to pay oft* the national debt by saving a thousand a-year in stationery." Cranstoun smiled at the small wit of his friend Wilmot, and begged he would return to the House with a message from himself to the Speaker, requesting him to call Crichton's mo- tion on as early as the usual preliminary busi- ness would permit; "for," added he, "he commonly talks an hour about things in gene- ral, before he begins upon the particular thing of which he has given notice ; and among the enjoyments of this life which I am content to resign, is that of watching the desultory move- 8 THE PREMIER. ments of his fore-finger, always so emphatically employed as an emblem of the discursive cha- racter of his oratory." Wilmot posted back upon his errand, (and to his seat upon the Treasury bench, which offi- cial subalterns are permitted to grace with their presence, before five in the afternoon,) while Cranstoun and Lord Villopoer continued in earnest discourse. The subject of their conversation related to a matter of domestic policy ; but their mode of discussing it forcibly illustrated the different characters of these two ministers, or rather, the striking difference in the qualities of their minds. In principle, there was a perfect agree- ment between them ; they both sought the same ends, and were animated by the same reverence for existing institutions. But the bold and comprehensive views of Cranstoun led him to suggest and approve measures, which the timid anxiety of his noble friend to avoid possible hazard, made him reluctant to sanction. Indeed, it could hardly be said he always clearly discerned the whole extent of Cranstoun's plans ; and such was his inflexible THE PREMIER. 9 integrity in the discharge of solemnly respon- sible duties, that no confidence in the wisdom or ofood intentions of another could induce him to give his assent, where he did not see, or believed he saw, the precise boundaries and probable workings of the thing to which he assented. Lord Villopoer was essentially an honest man, and therefore he was, of necessity, a nega- tive minister, unless he could have found a world as honest as himself. Perhaps, too, as there is no such world to be found, his honesty sometimes stood in the way of his efficiency ; for, melancholy as the paradoxical confession may sound, it is more than an even chance he would have been a better minister had he been a worse man. In fact, being a knavish world, how can it be expected that honesty should govern it? It is misplaced. Instead of being called to rule, it should be appoint- ed to instruct and reform ; consequently, in- stead of standing at the foot of the throne, or sitting in cabinets and councils, its place should be in pulpits, colleges, and episcopal stalls. The Earl of Villopoer, as Archbishop of Canter- bury, would have cultivated his many virtues, B 5 10 THE PREMIER. and made their rich harvest a blessing to those who were poor in such husbandry ; but as First Lord of the Treasury, they were in constant collision with the stronger vices of the time, which they could not subdue, and would not deign to cozen a little ; so, like family papers, or treasured things of imaginary value, they were of no use to any one but the owner. Cranstoun was an honest man, too ; but he wore his honesty as men wear their garments, with an eye to convenience and the custom of others. He relinquished purely speculative for slightly alloyed practical virtue. Rather than be foiled by duplicity, he would borrow from duplicity her own cloak, and throwing it loosely round him, as if worn less for use than from custom, employ it as it might seem needful. He understood human nature too well, to build upon its sandy foundations as if they were of solid rock. But there was, notwithstanding a noble frankness, a lofty feeling of confiding honour in his composition, which, when he knew he could give them play, it was at once the pride and joy of his manly spirit to do. On such occasions, and how few such there were ! THE PREMIER. 11 he was emphatically himself, — on all others, he was more or less the creature of his situation, moulded by, and under the direct influence of, the circumstances by which he was surrounded. In early life, his native frankness of cha- racter exposed him to the machinations of those who deal with political novices as cer- tain worthy matrons do with innocence of an- other kind; and smarting under the sting of having been betrayed, he ever after kept so strict a guard upon the treacherous virtue, that he might almost be said to err in the contrary extreme, by making suspicion the sentinel over each avenue to his confidence. How painfully irksome such a system of constrained vigilance must have been to a man of Cranstoun's natu- turally candid and open disposition may be easily imagined ; and it may as easily be ima- gined how ardent and impetuous were the ad- vances of his heart, whenever it was released from its fetters. The intellectual character of Cranstoun was of the highest order. Classical attainments, learning, in its best sense, and knowledge in its most comprehensive utility, had been the fruits 12 THE PREMIER. of his scholastic studies. There was that keen relish of Greek and Roman literature in him, that unsated and insatiable appetite for the sterling literature of all nations, that passion for reading, and that vigorous grasp of mind, by which he seized and held every thing which a disciplined taste at once selected as alone worthy of being sought or retained, that had it not been his fortune, like another great man, " to give up to party what was meant for man- kind," there is no doubt he would have achieved signal glory as one of that class to whom John- son ascribes the distinction of '' constituting the chief glory of every country." He had wit, fancy, imagination ; a quick conception, a re- tentive memory ; a singularly acute perception of the ridiculous, dextrous powers of reasoning, a diction at once simple, copious, and forcible, rising, when the occasion demanded it, into poetical fervour ; and an enlarged perception of the remotest ramifications into which an argu- ment legitimately branched. All these rare qualifications he brought into public life ; and united, as they were, to a fine person, a sonorous voice, a graceful elocution. THE PREMIER. 13 an animated cast of features, and varied powers of oratory, embracing with equal facility the logical, the declamatory, the sarcastic, the vi- tuperative, the sophistical, and the impas- sioned, as each was deemed suitable to his purpose, it is no wonder that Mr. Cranstoun was early distinguished in the House of Com- mons, or that, being there, his progress to po- litical power was rapid. It was natural, too, that a man so gifted should exercise an influ- ence upon any administration to which he might belong, beyond the recognised influence of the official rank which attached to his station in the government. This would necessarily happen, unless there were any one among his colleagues who overtopped him in these gifts ; a rare contingency, — and which certainly was not the case at the period we are describing. Hence, though Mr. Cranstoun was only a member of the Earl of Villopoer's government, the country and the parliament considered him, and not unjustly, as the presiding mind which imparted vigour, dignity, and efficiency to its measures. He was proud of this influence, and he had a 14? THE PREMIER. right to be so ; for he had acquired and main- tained it, with no other claims than those of character, unaccredited by patrician descent, or patrician patronage. He had sprung from the people,— and on more than one occasion it had been his public boast that he was one of the people. In this free country, where, in every walk of life, the same honourable success is open to every individual, it could be no reproach to him that he had started in the common race, and won the prize. There is, it is true, a poli- tical creed professed by some, which assigns to a certain combination of great families a right to dictate to the sovereign and to influence the nation ; and this doctrine of hereditary aptitude for administration is, ridiculously enough, most prevalent among those who find nothing more laughable than the principle of legitimacy in the crown. But to depend directly upon the people, to lean on no other support than that of public confidence, as a minister, and to surround yourself with the only just pretensions to pre- side over the welfare of your fellow-citizens, the pretensions of your own fitness, not your trans- mitted title or wealth, are advantages which no THE PREMIER. 15 truly great mind would exchange for an ances- try of a hundred generations. " I see all the advantages of the plan you propose," said Lord Villopoer, after having attentively listened to its details from his right honourable colleague ; "but indeed, my dear Cranstoun, I do not think this a favourable juncture for the experiment. If we make the attempt, and fail, the consequences would be most embarrassing. Besides, the necessity for it is neither urgent, or created by any new position of public affairs; and under these cir- cumstances, I cannot avoid coming to the conclu- sion that it would be unwise to risk a possible evil in the pursuit of a certain good — that good, (though desirable, I admit,) not presenting itself to our consideration as an essential ingre- dient in the actual welfare of the country." " True," replied Cranstoun, " and therefore I would seize the occasion for doing it ; and not wait, till it becomes a necessity of so compul- sory a character, that we shall have to con- sider it perhaps in a crisis of public agitation, when passions and interests which now slumber would be roused to a state of formidable ex- 16 THE PREMIER. citement. Serum est cavendi tempus in mediis malisy '* But don't you see, my dear Cranstoun," re- joined his Lordship placidly — " don't you per- ceive, that the moment you breathed a whisper of such a measure being in the contemplation of his Majesty's government, you would at once excite those very interests and passions ?" '' Granted," said Cranstoun ; " but as the measure never can be brought forward without exciting those interests and passions, if \\\efear of exciting them is to be the restraining mo- tive, it m.ust operate as a perpetual impediment. /, however, look at the means^ merely as a choice of evils, (for the measure itself must sooner or later be adopted,) and then I ask myself, shall I choose my own eviU and, by so doing, be prepared to control and direct it ; or shall I wait till it bursts upon me in a shape, and with a magnitude, neither of which I can dis- tinctly anticipate, and so be left to grapple with the danger (like a man in the dark, or sudden- ly awoke from sleep,) when I am least able to discern clearly where it most threatens, or comprehend what is its exact character H — The THE PREMIER. 17 fact is," added Cranstoun, smiling, " I am for at once inoculating the nation, as a milder form of the disease ; while you are willing to run the risk of its taking it naturally ; pretty well determined, however, if the child should be lucky enough to escape a little longer, to think seriously of inoculation."" " It is at all times a difficult problem to de- termine, whether positive perils should be in- voked as the instruments of contingent secu- rity," observed Lord Villopoer. '* No problem," rejoined Cranstoun, " is more easy of solution, in the majority of those cases in which it really presents itself. The difficulty exists, only when the peril and the se- curity are equally balanced ; but let the beam in- cline either way — let there be more peril than security, or more security than peril, and it rarely happens that the decision to be taken is not as clearly indicated, as the preponderance of the interests which are at issue." " That seems to be an incontrovertible pro- position, thus abstractedly enunciated," said Lord Villopoer ; " yet, in the first step we took to reduce it to practice, in the question now under 18 THE PREMIER. consideration, we should be met by difficulties that would go on increasing as we advanced.''' " I would fain see them !" interrupted Cran- stoun. " So would not I,^' added his Lordship, shak- ing his head. " I mean," continued Cranstoun, " I would fain see the difficulties which would be greater than the advantages, or greater than we should have the means to subdue. Do you fear the country.? I would stake my existence, we should neither hear nor see any movement in the country, beyond a few public meetings, a few vehement petitions, a war of pamphlets, and some half-score of stormy debates in both houses. Do you fear our friends ? There will be defections — there must be some — but they will bear no proportion to the menaces of de- sertion, — mark that ; besides which, we may reckon upon new adherents. Is it the cabinet itself that will present obstacles ? I have con- sidered those obstacles in every shape. They are not insuperable. They only require a union of firmness and delicacy ; firmness towards party scruples, delicacy towards conscientious ones, THE PREMIER. 19 and they will disappear. There remains the last and greatest consideration — his Majesty. You know as well as I do, that the royal mind on this question has a secret bias which is kept in check partly by the influence of filial recollec- tions and family persuasions, and partly by the love of ease ; the former, a passive indisposi- tion ; the latter, a positive reluctance to be in- volved in the strife of parties. You remember the explicit and remarkable declaration made at the council table, not two years ago, upon this subject. But were it otherwise, it would be affectation to disguise from ourselves that the power is in our own hands ; for ^" At this moment the conversation was inter- rupted by the entrance of Mr. Oxford, a right honourable colleague, and one of those members of the cabinet to whom Cranstoun more parti- cularly alluded, when he spoke of the delicacy which it would be desirable to observe towards conscientious scruples. The Right Hon. Sydney Oxford had, like Cranstoun, sprung from the people ; but, un- like Cranstoun, he wanted manliness of charac- ter to regard that circumstance in its true light 20 THE PREMIER. They who knew him best, knew that he wished it were a task for his arithmetic to count the lords he could call cousin ; that he would fain have been able to say his family came in with the Conqueror, or that he was the proud slip or scion of some honourable tree. It was not enough for his ambition that he was the son of an honourable father, because that father was the son of obscure parents; though he had risen by industry and talent to a station in society which enabled him to form al- liances for his children among the nobility, and to place his eldest son, Sydney, in the path which had conducted him to his present elevation. Sydney Oxford was one of those clever, pru- dent, persevering, sensible, judicious, well-edu- cated men who swarm in the middle and upper ranks of life, but of whom nothing is either heard or known beyond the circle in which they happen to move, unless fortune lifts them out of it and places them on a vacant pe- destal in church or state. Then they attract notice, invite admiration, and receive homage. They who can discern nothing remarkable in THE PREMIER. 21 them while they move along in the general crowd, discover a multitude of extraordinary qualities, which they wonder they never saw before, the moment they are exalted above their heads; while some, who are candid enough to give them credit for a fair allowance of moderate talent in their comparative obscu- rity, finding their sagacity sharpened by per- ceiving they have been unaccountably passed over themselves, when there is a vacant pedes- tal to fill, are suddenly struck with the excess of their candour, and acknowledge how strange- ly they have been deceived as to the extent of Mr. Such-a-one''s abilities. Sydney Oxford had received his full share of both these effects of his advancement. There were those who thought him a distinguished statesman ; and there were those who thought him the mere made-up man of business, which long training in official habits will make of any man of decent parts. The truth of his charac- ter lay between these extreme points. He cer- tainly was not a great statesman, or a states- man of any degree ; and as certainly he was something more, than walking the offices be- 22 THE PREMIER. tween the Horse Guards and Downing Street could of itself produce. When contrasted with the splendour and bril- liancy of Cranstoun, he was as a torch burning pale and dimly in the meridian blaze of the solar beams; but, that great luminary with- drawn, he flared as brightly as any, and threw a steadier light than some by whom he was surrounded. To a plain and unambitious style of oratory, he added a homely, laborious, and rather common-place mode of argument. Wit, repartee, eloquence, poetical reaches of diction or poetical combinations of ideas, felicitous illus- trations, and those vigorous onsets of logical demonstration, which flash conviction with irre- sistible power upon the mind, were all utterly beyond the intellectual grasp of Oxford. He knew this, and he had too much good sense to expose himself to the derision of failure, by at- tempting them. He preferred to substitute that which he did possess, a level, quiet, respect- able manner of address, set off* by great urba- nity of deportment, and supported by a careful endeavour to be always thoroughly conversant with the essential facts and circumstances of THE PREMIER. 23 whatever he discussed. These qualities, united with a plausible air of sincerity and candour, and wholly free from any of those " biting jests,"" which, as Lord Capel says, " the more truth they carry with them, the broader scarred memory they leave behind them ; many times being like the wounds of chewed bullets, where the ruggedness causeth almost incurable hurts,'"' — obtained for Sydney Oxford a degree of con- sideration and respect which does not always wait upon the possessor of loftier pretensions. He had now called upon Lord Villopoer in his way down to the House of Commons, hear- ing that Cranstoun was there, to whom he had some communication to make touching the ex- pected business of the evening. He was of course informed of what had been the tenor of the conversation between Cranstoun and the Earl, which he had momentarily interrupted, and which was resumed, for a short time, before the three ministers repaired to their respective parliamentary duties. Cranstoun urged, with unabated earnestness, his desire to see the mea- sure deliberately brought forward, convinced as he was of its justice in all times, and satisfied 24 THE PREMIER. moreover of its expediency and safety at that particular period. The Earl of Villopoer con- ceded the first ground, with some limitations, but persisted in his doubts as to its then expe- diency and safety ; while Oxford, who was the recognised champion of its opponents both in and out of parliament, contented himself with remarking that his sentiments upon the subject were well known. " They are unchanged,"* said he, " and I feel that they are unchangeable. I say this, because I have never, as you will do me the justice to acknowledge, rested my opposition to the ques- tion upon any other principle than that of a solemn, rooted, and profound conviction of its danger. At no period of my public life has it been with me^ as with some most eminent states- men now living, and others who are dead, a con- sideration of time, or of circumstances, or of persons. There is no time, there are no circum- stances, there are no persons, when, or under which, or in deference to whose authority, I could lay my hand upon my heart, and, as an honest man, as a responsible minister of the THE PREMIER. 25 crown, or, as a conscientious legislator, gtue my consent to the carrying of that measure. At the same time, if ever it should be thought neces- sary, by a majority of his Majesty's confidential advisers, to propose it in that quarter, with a view to bringing it forward in Parliament, I shall be prepared to bow with submission to a decision thus expressed, and, taking my station as a private individual, content myself with doing the best I may be able, to avert what I should unfeignedly regard as a signal calamity to the country." " It is impossible, my dear Oxford,'"* said Cranstoun with unaffected warmth and cor- diality, " not to honour the consistency of your principles, and the manliness with which, on all occasions, you avow them. Unfortunately, I can only give you the tribute of my admiration : I cannot adopt your principles. Still, I am not without hope, and I believe our friend here, (pointing to Lord Villopoer) cherishes the same hope, that when the time comes in which it shall be determined to set this embarrassing cjuestion at rest, it will be possible to satisfy VOF.. 1. C 26 THE PREMIER. your mind of the perfect propriety with which you may consent to remain a member of the go- vernment by whom it shall be so determined."" " Most impossible !" exclaimed Oxford ; " for all personal considerations, all individual attach- ments, all individual feelings, would merge in my sense of public duty ; and I should look to measures, not men, as the governing motives of my political adhesion." " Come, come,*' said Cranstoun, " don't let me hear you echoing the cant of that abominable fallacy which has so often been made the pretext for adhesions and defections ; both equally fac- tious and unworthy. You are, I know, above its influence ; you must not, therefore, allow yourself to employ its vocabulary. If the com- parison must be made, if the distinction must be taken, men are every thing, and measures are comparatively nothing." " That doctrine, pushed to its extreme conse- quences," observed Oxford, "would be tanta- mount to declaring that men are infallible. You have only to set out with the condition that your men shall be picked men, 'good men and true,' and then they may do what they please, for THE PREMIER. 27 their measures are nothing compared to them- selves." " No, no, you misunderstand me," rejoined Cranstoun, " or rather, I should say you are dextrously putting a sophism into my mouth, and then running away with a prepared victory. I speak, of course, of times of difficulty and danger, when systems are shaken, when prece- dents, and general rules of conduct, fail. Then it is that, not to that or to this measure, how- ever prudently devised, however blameless in execution, but to the energy and character of individuals, a state must be indebted for its sal- vation. Then it is that kingdoms rise or fall, in proportion as they are upheld, not by well- meant endeavours, laudable though they may be, but by commanding, overawing talents — in short, by able men." " But after all," interrupted Lord Villopoer, " it appears to me that your * prudently de- vised"* and ' blamelessly executed measures,' and your ' commanding, overawing talents,' and your ' able men,' are convertible terms, which mean pretty nearly the same thing. At least, I, for one, should be content with such mea- C2 28 THE PREMIER. sures as you describe ; and certainly should not expect to find them emanating from any other than individuals of that energy and character you mention." *' I am exactly of your opinion," added Ox- ford ; " but is it not time to recollect," he con- tinued, laughing, " that there are both men and measures, of various kinds and quahties, de- manding our presence just now in another place ?" The hint was seasonable. In five minutes after, the Earl of Villopoer, Cranstoun, and Sydney Oxford were on their way, arm in arm, towards the two Houses of Parliament. The decorous habits of the body to which the first belonged, allowed his Lordship to return to his home in about an hour ; but Cranstoun and Oxford did not go to a division upon the prin- cipal question of the evening, till three o''clock the following morning. THE PREMIER. " 29 CHAPTER II. It was Cranstoun's delight and solace to relax from the toils of office, in the society of a few chosen friends, some of whom were the sur- viving connexions of his college days, and others, selected from the mingled mass which clustered round his public life. His opportunities for indulging in this pleasure were rare ; but there- fore, like all enjoyments, the more prized when possessed. Among the former class was Sir George Ardent. They were nearly of the same age ; had commenced their studies at Eton, in the same year ; quitted that classic seminary toge- ther, for the University; and when Cranstoun entered the world, an eager candidate for its dazzling triumphs, his mild and sensitive friend withdrew from it, a timid worshipper of the 30 THE PREMIER. calm joys of retirement. Heir to an ample pro- perty, which had been considerably augmented by the circumstance of his father dying when he was only fifteen, he found himself, at one-and- twenty, master of himself and ten thousand a- year, — two of the most dangerous companions which can welcome us, as we shake hands with restraint, and say to the coming hours, " I am for you !"" But Sir George Ardent had nothing to fear from their fascinations. Of studious habits, of delicate, rather than robust health, with a ro- mantic turn of mind which made him no seeker of society, and with a morbid sensibility of cha- racter, which engendered proudly fastidious feelings with regard to all that concerned the motives and actions of his fellow-creatures, he was more formed to waste the noble qualities of his nature (for many noble ones he possessed, and in rare perfection,) as a recluse, than to par- take, even moderately, of those pleasures which his rank, his fortune, and his time of life spread before him. He did not become a recluse, however ; still less an ascetic or a misanthrope ; but, when he THE PREMIER. 31 had travelled over the greater part of Europe, making princely purchases in works of litera- ture and art, bowing before the majesty of nature in some of her most sublime as well as of her most lovely forms, and feeding his appetite for knowledge from the living stores of man under the manifold modifications of his political condition (the mould in vi^hich his moral one is cast), which present themselves between the Tagus and the Borysthenes, he returned to his native country, united himself to an incompara- ble woman, and in the bosom of his family, in the circle, occasionally, of Lady Ardent's friends or acquaintance, and in the fellowship, daily, with the master-spirits of every age, which re- posed upon his library shelves, he passed his life. Cranstoun, who well knew the treasures of Sir George Ardent's mind and character, had often striven, though in vain, to draw him from his retirement, that the world might benefit from endowments which did not yield a tithe of their real value while circumscribed by the domestic circle, of which they were the grace and ornaments. The first time he tried to iyj THE PREMIER. persuade him to this purpose, he was met by a proposition in reply, which denoted, at once, the depth of his attachment to his friend, and the steadiness of his own determination, even at that early period, for it was before he went on his travels. Cranstoun had just taken his seat in Parliament, under the auspices of a high political leader, and had distinguished himself by a speech which gave abundant pro- mise of all that afterwards followed. He was flushed with success ; a thousand nameless hopes were kindling into energy within him — the dreams of young ambition were already half realities to him ; and he wished to see his friend in the same path, because from the bottom of his soul he believed, whatever his own career might be, there was that in the composition of Sir George which would lead him to a far brighter goal. " No, Cranstoun,"" was the answer ; " you are wrong — quite wrong. The world is not for me, nor I for the world. I have felt this, from the first moment I was capable of looking into myself; and I feel it more and more every hour I live. It seems a paradox ; THE PREMIER. 33 but I am convinced the only thing necessary to make me a man-hater, would be to compel me to mingle with man. Aloof from his haunts, released from the necessity of reading him, come what page may in the soiled, and too often filthy, volume — his guest, not his com- panion ; his far-oft' observer, not his close in- spector — I shall have the same advantage that distance gives me in beholding a landscape, where all the dirty lanes and miry pools, all the squalid nooks, and all the barren, un weeded spots, are lost in the wide survey. It is in vain you tell me of the qualities I have to do him service, wanting, as I am, in the one great quality to make them serviceable — the inclination. In my solitude, I can render him better service than in the world ; for there, knowing nothing of individuals, unchecked, unchilled by their vices, and my feelings ex- panding freely towards the species, the good I may do will quickly diffuse itself through many unseen channels. If you value my hap- piness, I do not think you will try to turn me from this path. And when you would tempt me, by pointing to that which you have just c 5 34 THE PREMIER. entered yourself, let me meet temptation by temptation. Abandon your own, dear Cranstoun, and come into mine ; you will profit by the change. I am rich : far — very far be- yond my wants : friendship like ours may sanctify what else it might be an offence to name ; but — " he paused for a moment ; then taking hold of Cranstoun's hand, his voice slightly faltered as he continued — "• You know me, Cranstoun — you know of what I am capable, and of what I am incapable : at once, then, I say, half my fortune is yours, as absolutely yours as though it had descended to you from your father, if you will forego the means by which you look to build yourself a greater, and join me in a plan which should realize the golden visions of our boyhood, and make us worthy, in our deaths, of such an epitaph as might be borrowed from our favourite author : ' For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill ; Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray fly winds her sultry horn, THE PREMIER. 35 Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright, Tow'rd heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. Meanwhile, the rural ditties were not mute : Temper'd to the oaten flute, Hough satyrs danced, and fawns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long; And old Damaetas loved to hear our song.' " By Heavens !" he exclaimed, in the same im- passioned tone that he had repeated these lines, " we would banish ourselves to some sequester- ed spot of lone magnificence and loveliness, — some wilderness of beauty, the poet's paradise, and scholar's academic grove, — where we would woo Philosophy with such a pure devotion, that she should descend from her starry sphere once more, and hold us in divine discourse !" Cranstoun could not help smiling at this burst of romantic enthusiasm ; but the smile played through tears excited by the generous offer, whose imagined acceptance awakened the dream that had inspired it. On many subsequent occasions, and when his friend was less susceptible of such fanciful impulses, he urged the same advice, but always without the 36 THE PREMIER. power to induce him to resign his beloved re- tirement. Sir George Ardent had two sons and one daughter. Of the former, the elder, Frederick Ardent, inherited many of his father's peculiar qualities, without his repugnance to mix with the world. He had been carefully educated ; and when, in after years, Cranstoun became a cabinet minister, it was eminently gratifying to his feelings to have about his person, as his pri- vate and confidential secretary, the son of the man whom he most loved and honoured. It seemed a new link of attachment between him and the father ; and though he could not live back the time when they, like this young man, were standing on the threshold of their journey, his strong resemblance in many points to what Sir George was at that period, would frequent- ly bring the memory of the past to his mind, with the momentary freshness of reality. Charles, the younger son, was gay and vola- tile, committing a thousand foolish acts every day he lived, from sheer exuberance of animal spirits. Unstained by a single vice, but prone to innumerable follies ; a mass of seeming con- THE PREMIER. 37 tradictions, but consistent with himself in all things, when deciphered by the key which a mind not yet strong enough to wrestle with its passions supplied ; a creature of hourly resolves to reform, followed in each succeeding half hour by lamentable infractions ; his conduct had so far alienated from him the paternal affections of Sir George, that he rarely ad- mitted him to his presence. Charles, who felt this exclusion bitterly, would sometimes de- plore it as the just consequence of his wild career ; but there were other moments when he would half persuade himself the penalty pro- duced the offence, and not the offence the pe- nalty. " What can I do ?'' he would exclaim, when meditating upon his situation over the last bot- tle of Burgundy in a tavern, between candle- light and daylight, after his riotous compa- nions had either staggered home to bed, or, be- ing unable to stagger, had made themselves couches of repose upon chairs, sofas, and the carpet. — " What can I do ? My father is un- reasonable : for look you — he never tries me, to see whether I am reformed or not. Now, that 38 THE PREMIER. is injustice. How does he know, till he gives me a fair trial, what I am ? I suppose he ex- pects me to begin first, — and so I would ; but how could he know that^ even if I did begin ? He won't see me, — so I might go on for months as I ought to do, and at the end of the time, he none the wiser, and I none the better. It is a melancholy thing to feel that we are punished at the wrong end ; to know that a door is shut and barred against us, while we are blamed for not opening it and walking in." Soliloquies like these would sometimes form the moral reflections of Charles, in those peni- tential moments which touch the hardest hearts previously softened by wine; or when the; mortal spirits of man flag under the drowsy influence of revelling protracted till the grey East summons the lark to " sing at heaven's gates." But Louisa Ardent, — how shall I describe her ? In the jargon of metaphysics, which gives us unintelligible abstractions, and words for ideas ? or in the language of a voluptuary, expatiating upon the grosser charms of finely- rounded limbs, love -darting eyes, and lips of THE PREMIER. 39 provocation which might fling hot blood into the austere cheek of an anchorite ? or, shall I play the sculptor, and talk of finely-chiselled features, a brow of alabaster, and a flowing outline of Grecian beauty ? I abjure each and all of these severally approved and universally adopted methods ; and for. these reasons. In the first place, it would be as easy for a limner to catch the likeness of a flash of light- ning, as for metaphysics to fix the changing qualities of any woman's mind, (that is of wo- men who have minds, for the angels of creation, like the lords of creation, are not necessarily so provided,) and absolutely easier, than to confine within a definition those of Louisa Ardent. In the second place, she did not possess a single feature, no, nor as far as I know, a single limb, which, taken separately, could lay claim to the epithet of beautiful, and therefore there was nothing about her which a statuary would have selected as his model. Let the reader j udge for himself. Louisa Ardent was rather below than above what is considered the middle height in fe- males ; that is, she could hardly exceed five 40 THE PREMIER. feet five, and probably was three quarters of an inch under that standard. She was more- over, — what shall I call it, — corpulent ? By no means. — Stout ? No. — Inclined to embonpoint? No, not exactly that either. — Plump? Ay, that is the word ; but then, I hate to employ it, when speaking of the fairest and loveliest of God's works ; it is so like describing a partridge, or a sucking-pig. I would rather say she was not slender, and leave the imagi- nation to fill up the picture. Her hair was raven black, profuse and glossy, without the aid of Macassar oil, or of that mira- culous unguent prepared by the well-known benefactor of bald beaux and lying-in-ladies. Her eyes were as jetty as her locks, and more lustrous, for they sparkled incessantly with the scintillations of a mind that was as restless as the ocean; but they were neither large, nor languishing, nor laughing eyes; they were simply such eyes as you could not look upon without feeling that they must belong to a tongue whose " lightest word" would not " har- row up the soul," but reach it, (according as THE PREMIER. 41 the mood of the speaker might incline) in the language of deep passion, nimble repartee, sharp irony, or overwhelming ridicule. Her nose was neither Roman nor Grecian. Indeed, it partook of no decidedly national character, and could hardly be said to have a distinctive appellation in the nomenclature of noses; it was essentially an anonymous nose ; and yet it had been impossible to look at it where it was, without calling it a pretty nose ; though, dis- joined from the rest of the features, it might have been doubtful, at first sight, whether it were a nose at all. Her mouth was small, with a curl of the lips when she smiled, that had something half scornful, half mocking, in the expression. Her teeth were regular and white ; her complexion rather pale ; the general cast of her countenance pensive and thoughtful ; her forehead, so much of it as was visible through clustering ringlets, fair, and intellectual in its character : her mien eminently graceful, because simple, natural, and moulded by her mind, in- stead of the grotesque hand of fashion; and lastly, her manners were attractive without be- 42 THE PREMIER. ing obtrusive, the result of constant self-posses- sion, free from the broad, coarse, masculine assurance of vulgar self-opinion. Such was Louisa Ardent, to the eye. What she was to the imagination, to the feelings, to the head and heart of those who approached her, it would be somewhat more difficult to describe. From her childhood, she had been the trea- sured gem of her father's love. He soon dis- covered what rich materials there were to work with ; what dangerous ones, too, if they fell into the hands of an unskilful artificer. He took her to himself, therefore. He formed her mind ; he moulded her heart. He drew forth from the former, all its latent energies, and assigned to them the tasks which would make them wax in strength and beauty, as she herself ripened with years. He watched, with feverish anxiety, the unfolding passions of the latter; surrounded them with safeguards, where they were exposed to assaults ; enforced a severe discipline, where there was a proneness to run into wild luxu- riance ; reared, with a delicate hand, those timid impulses which sneaping winds would have THE PREMIER, 43 blighted for ever, but which, thus gently en- couraged, thus tenderly cultivated, blossomed into virtues of exquisite grace and loveliness ; and he uprooted, fearlessly, the few rank and idle weeds which such a soil might be expected to nourish. She was now in her eighteenth year ; and so fearful was Sir George lest a contaminating world should mar the excellence he had wrought, so sensitive was he to the possibility of society deranging the structure of the fine and delicate character he had formed in solitude, that never, except as the companion of Lady Ardent, had he once suffered Louisa to be absent from the parental roof. " There are pernicious blights in the atmosphere of the world," he would exclaim, " which infect unseen ; — which do their mis- chief through the silent agency of every sense, and which insinuate, in a moment, the pestilent corruption that eats its way, like a canker, to the core, and withers the hope of years." Louisa herself had become so identified, as it were, with her father ; she was so much a part of him, receiving her own will from his, and ever best pleased when she was most assured that all 44 THE PREMIER. her thoughts, words, and actions were in per- fect harmony with that will, that no sense of irksome thraldom had ever grown upon her mind during this whole period. On the con- trarj, her happiest hours were those she passed with Sir George; and next to those were the moments when she was engaged in any task at the completion of which she could look forward to his approbation. If the father loved the daughter with a feeling approaching to idolatry, the daughter reverenced the father with one that almost partook of sanctity. Hence, though, at the period we are describing, she was gradually emerging from that comparatively cloistered seclusion in which she had hitherto dwelt, and taking her station in society, (more especially the society that usually frequented Sir George's house,) it was with no reliance upon herself, and without any desire to participate in the pleasures that surrounded her. She still leaned timidly on her father for support ; still made him her world ; and rejoiced more in the smile she knew so well how to read, in the approving pressure of the hand, which had so often been THE PREMIER. 45 the silent token to her glad spirit of having done well, than would some young ladies at her age, in listening to deep-breathed vows from lips that murmured to a heart whose every pulse was the throbbing of pure love's unutterable de- votion. Such, then, was the c^aroc^erof Louisa Ardent. And yet there was one, who sometimes wished that character other than it was, because there was a fear, the parent of that wish, which fore- boded it might not bring its possessor happiness, in the mixed and jarring scenes of an uneven world. This was her mother, Lady Ardent, who almost shared with her daughter the sanctity of feeling which hallowed her affection for Sir George, — who admired his principles even to enthusiasm, — who believed him faultless, beyond what had fallen to the lot of the most irreproach- able of the sons of men, and who proudly confess- ed the debt her own nature ov/ed to its long inter- course with the nobler elements which composed that of her husband. Yet, she was too well aware of the sacrifices he had made at the shrine of his morbid temperament, not to tremble for those which might be demanded from Louisa, 46 THE PREMIER. in whom he had created a subdued yet glowing image of himself. These forebodings, and the vexation, rather than any serious anxiety, occa- sioned by the wild conduct of his younger son Charles, (for she never doubted it would find its own cure in maturer age,) constituted the only drawbacks upon a felicity as unexampled in itself as. were the rare beings whose path was shaded by its halcyon wings. THE PREMIER. 47 CHAPTER III. It was in the autumn of the year 18 — , after a parliamentary session of unusual length and fatigue, and when the political aspect of affairs, both foreign and domestic, had imposed severe duties upon all the ministers, and more espe- cially upon Cranstoun, that the latter, harassed with intrigues, exhausted by incessant labour, and sinking in his health, from the united in- fluence of all these causes, resolutely tore him- self away from business, and set out to pass a few weeks of comparative idleness and tran- quillity at Deddington Park, the seat of Sir George Ardent. He had been expected for several days before he arrived ; his intention of leaving London having been repeatedly frustra- ted by occurrences of public moment which required his presence in the cabinet, or at his 48 THE PREMIER. office. At length he came, accompanied by his young friend and confidential secretary, Frederick ; and if the delight of receiving him was not quite unalloyed, it was only because the pallid traces of sickness which were but too evident in his fine countenance, seemed to be ominous of the fatal ravages which a mind overwrought was making upon the vital func- tions of his frame. No two men could be more unlike each other than Cranstoun, the unbending Uiinister of state, the powerful leader of the House of Commons, the dignified organ of his sovereign's sentiments to the representatives of foreign potentates, and Cranstoun, the simple, unaf- fected, gentle, and even playful companion of the friendly hearth, when he felt he could safely divest himself of all the solemn plausibilities of ceremonious rank. It was not that he sought this change as a needful relaxation, or deli- berately employed it as a medicament which his reason told him he must use. It was simply the re-action of a spring relieved from external pressure; the upright bearing of a man who throws from his shoulders the grievous burden THE PREMIER. 49 under which he has long bent ; the joyous return to himself of one who has sustained a part in the drama of life, and at the falling of the curtain, or between the acts, lays aside his sword and truncheon, and removes the helmet from his brow. It was impossible to annoy Cranstoun more, at such moments, than to persist in treating him as the minister and statesman, instead of the social friend; and the benignity of his disposition, as well as the habitual re- finement of his manners, were hardly sufficient to restrain him from showing symptoms of irritation, should any guest, admitted to the honour of his society by the family whom he was visiting, unfortunately take it into his head, that finance, the state of the nation, or the policy of foreign governments, were the only legitimate subjects of discourse in the company of a cabinet minister. But if no awkward blunder of this kind intervened, it was delightful to see him mingling cheerfully in all the common-place occurrences of every- day life ; still more delightful to hear him VOL. I. D 50 THE PREMIER. taking his share, and never more than his share, in the passing conversation of the hour, but shedding even upon that all the grace, and brilliancy, and elegance of his master-mind. Among the persons invited to meet Cranstoun at this visit to Deddington Park, were Lord Rysdale, Sir Andrew Percival, and Captain Erskine. " Do you know," said Cranstoun, one morn- ing while sitting with Sir George in his magni- ficent library, (magnificent from the intrinsic value of the works it contained, rather than from the architectural grandeur of the room which contained them, or their own gorgeous bindings,) " do you know, I have had Lord Rysdale for a correspondent since I met him here last summer ?''' " Have you ?" replied Sir George, smiling ; " he is a miracle." " How do you mean .?" " You say you have had him for a corre- spondent. Did you ever see such letters as he writes .?" " They are curious specimens of caligraphy, I confess," said Cranstoun ; " and I have THE PREMIER. 51 sometimes been puzzled to determine in my own mind whether he was above a pen, or the pen was above him." " It is the hand of a coal-heaver," rejoined Sir George Ardent, " and the expression, at best, not beyond that of a cook. Yet, with- out any one exception, in my judgment, he is the most gifted scholar, the most powerful reasoner, the most accomplished gentleman, and the most fascinating companion of this age ; but he is whimsical and singular." " I am told he is one of the best chess-play- ers now in Europe," observed Cranstoun. *' His talents are universal," added Sir George. " When he was at Eton, some twenty or five- and-twenty years before we vv^ent there, he wrote, at sixteen years of age, verses that might now be taken for the best manner of the Augustan age. He adds to genius an affectionate and benevolent spirit." " Does he still reside in the Isle of Wight ?" inquired Cranstoun. " Yes, and lives there very much alone." " And of course, upon the best of terms with all his neighbours," interrupted Cranstoun. D 2 tjWIVt^l^Y OF 52 THE PREMIER. " Among his other peculiarities," continued Sir George, " it is believed of him that he is as chaste as Hippolitus, though Flato and he were inseparable, at one time, from the celebrated Mrs. Norton, now the Peeress of that name ; but with no tache upon either. He is between seventy and eighty ; and I have heard, was the hand- somest youth till thirty, that the empire of fashion, in his days, could boast. He might have commanded the world; but he has pre- ferred a contemplative and philosophical indo- lence.*" " Talking of skewer hands," said Cranstoun, " there is a friend of mine still living, though upwards of ninety, (and for his age an absolute wonder of animal spirits,) who, while he despises all pedantries or eccentric whims, has one to which I can give no becoming name, so I will merely describe it. Except in some very few cases, he does not allow the existence of w as a letter, but substitutes v ; upon what principle he does this, I know not; unless it is that in his early days the lu often superseded v. I could not believe this, till a lady, whose name was Woodgate, made the evidence jump out of THE PREMIER. m the canvass before my eyes. She showed me a letter written by him, and the direction was Mrs. Foodgate — with tt?enty-five, for the day of the month." " My own hand is none of the best," re- marked Sir George ; " but I have a niece who would puzzle all the decipherers in Europe, except myself. It is a cruel privation to those who would read her with passion if they could, for in her style she is inspired." There was a pause in the conversation. Cranstoun looked round upon the well-filled shelves of his friend's library. " I never survey a scene like this," said he, " without a strong feeling of that noble passage in Lord Bacon, where he enumerates all the un- worthy motives which prompt us to the acqui- sition of knowledge, and concludes with the glorious description, in a few emphatic words, of what should be our true one. ' Men,' says he, but why should I tax my memory, which may be unfaithful, when I can turn to the page ?" Sir George pointed out the shelf upon which stood the works of Bacon ; and Cranstoun, tak- 54 THE PREMIER. ing down a volume, read, with a deep feeling of its sublime wisdom, the following passage : " Men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curi- osity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to en- tertain their minds with variety and delight; sometimes, for ornament and reputation ; and sometimes, to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction; and most times for lucre and profession ; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason to the benefit and use of man : as if there were sought, in knowledge, a couch whereupon to rest a search- ing and restless spirit ; or a terrace, for a wan- dering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect ; or a tower of state for a proud mind to raise itself upon ; or a fort or commanding ground for strife and contention ; or a shop, for profit or sale ; and not a rich storehouse, for the glory of the Creator and the relief of 711071" s estate T " What a profound stream of thought runs through these lines !" exclaimed Cranstoun, as he closed the volume; "and in what simple majesty of expression that thought is convey- THE PREMIER. 55 ed ! I may be wrong, but, to my apprehension. Bacon was the most purely intellectual being that ever existed. In all his writings, there is one continued emanation of mind, flowing from its own inexhaustible source, and the source itself lying deep in the hidden mysteries of our nature. Other men, like the clouds which at- tract from the earth those vapours which they return again in fertilizing showers, gather know- ledge from the rest of mankind, and re-produce it in more valuable forms after it has passed through the rich alchemy of their own minds ; but Bacon, like the sun, shines with no borrow- ed light, and, like that luminary too, he scat- tered before him the darkness, mists, and sha- dows of our benighted reason." At this moment Frederick Ardent entered the room with a red box in his hand. A mes- senger had just arrived from London, bringing despatches to Cranstoun, who immediately re- tired to his apartment accompanied by his young secretary, where he remained for several hours engaged in official business. That day at dinner. Lord Rystdale, Sir An- drew Percival, and Captain Erskine were pre- BQ THE PREMIER. sent. The first, who had outlived a generation of great men whose names and actions were al- ready part of our national history, was over- flowing with anecdotes ; the second, a plain country gentleman, but a gentleman of the true quality, with high aristocratic feeling, and a mind fitted to adorn his station in society, gave a zest to the conversation by the raciness and unsophisticated character of his opinions ; while the third, who though but a captain in the navy, had seen service that might have blazon- ed the escutcheon of an admiral, threw in, every now and then, those refreshing touches which only a professional life, and especially a life so foreign to all our ordinary habits as that of a sailor, can supply. Lord Rysdale, perceiving that Captain Erskine had an eye and an arm less than the rest of the company, inquired in what actions he had lost them ; whether at the Nile, Copenhagen, or Trafalgar ? " Neither, my Lord,'' said Erskine. " It was in a little affair of my own. I never had the honour of serving under Nelson. Would to God I had ! I loved the man, though I never saw him in my life." THE PREMIER. 57 " It must have been a desperate affair," ob- served Cranstoun, wishing to draw from the hero some account of his exploit. "Not a bit of it, Sir," replied Erskine; " but it was as gallant and as brave a one as ever divided glory equally between the con- querors and the conquered." " Were the latter Frenchmen ?" interro- gated Cranstoun. " No, Dutchmen ; but they fought as well as Englishmen could do." " Not quite, my friend," observed Sir George Ardent, " or you would not have brought sixty of them to the Nore, in your own ship, as well as the brig you captured." " By God ! they almost deserved to have carried us home," exclaimed Erskine ; "though I don't think, if fortune had ordered it so, / would have been of the number." " It was off Vlie, was it not," continued Sir George, who saw the drift of Cranstoun's ques- tions, " that you made prize of the Atlante ?" " Yes," said Erskine, " off Vlie — I was or- dered to reconnoitre, and perceiving a couple of brigs at anchor, I thought something might be D 5 58 THE PREMIER. done. I knew I could not reach them with my ship, on account of the shoals that surrounded the entrance ; so I determined upon a dash at the outermost one in the boats. Just as we were embarking, we were joined by the Bea- ver, who offered us her boats, which I accepted, as I reckoned it would spare lives on both sides, and shorten the contest. At half-past nine in the evening, in the month of April, we began. There were about sixty of us, including officers, in three boats, headed by your humble servant in the first boat. As we rowed with a flood- tide, we got alongside the enemy at half-past eleven. I had the good fortune to be the first man who boarded her. She was prepared for us, with her board netting up, and all the other usual implements of defence. The decks were slippery in consequence of the rain, so that grappling with my first opponent, a mate of the watch, I fell, but recovered my position, fought hiih upon equal terms, killed him, and received a cut from his knife, as we closed, over my left eye, which destroyed the, sight in a twinkling. I was next engaged with the captain, as brave a man as any service ever boasted: he THE PREMIER. 59 had almost killed one of my seamen, and, to my shame be it spoken, he disarmed me, and was upon the point of killing wie, when a sea- man of mine came up, rescued me at the peril of his own life, and enabled me to recover my sword. At this time, all the men were come from the boats, and were in possession of the deck. Two of them were going to fall upon the captain at once. I ran up — held them back — and then adjured him to accept quarter. With inflexible heroism, he disdained the gift, kept us at bay, and compelled us to kill him. He fell, covered with honourable wounds. The vessel was ours. To the end of my existence, I shall regret the captain. He was a perfect hero. Had all his crew been like him, critical indeed would have been our peril. But they fought nobly, nevertheless. Two days after his death, we buried him with naval honours, fired three volleys over him as he descended into the deep, and during the ceremony hauled down the English colours, letting the Dutch flag fly at the mast-head in honour of a brave man." " That was a noble tribute to the valour of your enemy," exclaimed Cranstoun, '' and wor- 60 THE PREMIER. thy of the days of ancient chivalry. It is such feelings that rob war of its bloodiest features, and give it the character of a generous strife." "When the vessel was ours,'"* continued Erskine, not noticing the eulogium of Crans- toun, " we secured the hatches, which they at- tempted repeatedly to force. It was just before doing this, that one cowardly rascal came be- hind me with a hatchet, and gave me a blow on the left arm, so violent, that I was in the end forced to have it cut off. I turned round and shot him dead ; and I wished at the moment — God forgive me ! — that he had had half-a-dozen lives to pay the penalty of such an unmanly action. Thus far, however, we had been for- tunate. But we had now another enemy to fight — the elements. A sudden gale, which shifted right against us, impeded all our efforts. As we had made the capture, however, we deter- mined to keep it, or perish. We compelled the Dutch below to surrender ; put forty of them into their oivn irons ; and stationed our men to their guns ; brought up the powder, and made all the necessary preparations to attack the other THE PREMIER. 61 brig. But when the day broke, she was off, and at such a distance, and in such a position, that we had no chance to reach her. In this situa- tion, — and a devilish dangerous one it was, I can tell you, — we remained eight-and-forty hours, without any abatement of the wind. Two of the boats had broken adrift from us ; two had swamped alongside. The wind shifted again. We made a push to extricate ourselves, but the navigation was too difficult ; and it required the intense labour of three days to accomplish it, which we did at last, and brought away our prize." " Was she a large vessel ?" asked Lord Rys- dale. " A little bigger than any brig we have in the service, '^ replied Erskine drily, " carrying sixteen long twelve-pounders, with an intended complement of two hundred men ; but she had only seventy-six actually on board." " Only !" repeated Sir George Ardent. " I suppose you would have liked it better, if there had been the full complement to receive your visit." " I took my chance for such a reception," 62 THE PREMIER. observed Erskine, " when I set out ; but if it had happened so, they could only have had our lives, thank God! for my ship was safe enough." Many a man has made his way in the world, by being a good story-teller ; and Othello, as we all know, won his wife by recounting his own exploits. Erskine, as some would think, though I am not of the number, was still more fortunate than the Moor; for Cranstoun, who took a silent note of his modest recital of a most gallant deed, gratified himself about six months after by announcing, through his friend Sir George Ardent, that his Majesty had been pleased not only to grant him promotion, but to give him the command of a ship. " I see by the papers,*' observed Lord Rys- dale, throwing himself into a breach in the con- versation, "that Joshua Darley, who some years since obtained such general notoriety under the soubriquet of the ' Philanthropist,' for distribu- ting, like a fool, above fifty thousand pounds a- year, not in charity, but in purchasing the fame of giving, is returned to a state of tutelage and nonage." THE PREMIER. 63 *' It appears,'' said Sir Andrew Percival, " that his friends have prevailed upon him to vest all the residue of his property in the hands of trustees, who are to manage his concerns." '*Yes,'' continued his Lordship, "and Joshua is now domesticated with two old ladies, liaving no partiality for the impertinent prattle of young ones." " The title of Philanthropist," observed Cran- stoun, " seems to have been as misapplied in his case, as was the ironical name of Philadelphus to Ptolemy King of Egypt, who killed all his brethren. Sheer self-\ovQ induced Darley to give away his money." '* I knew him and his father," added Lord Rysdale. " He is the eldest of three sons of a concubine of the late Sir John Darley, who rescued them from the legal character oi Jilii populi, by acknowledging them as his sons, and unnaturally left his whole property to these young men, disinheriting his legitimate daugh- ter. Another of these illegitimate sons, who lives in the upper part of a trunk-maker's house, in order to be quiet from the noise of his chil- dren, is a great collector of curiosities. Being 64 THE PREMIER. a Papist, he has in his rare museum a wonder- ful assortment of relics. He boasts the posses- sion of a bit of the true cross ; the point of one of the nails of martyrdom ; and a piece, about an inch and a quarter square, of the under- garment of the Virgin Mary. This is in high preservation, and set in gold, under a crystal. He also boasts some curious miniatures of the Fathers of the Church, with an agate rosary of St. Katherine of Sienna. The younger brother, Frederick, has been many years in Italy.'' " I think I have heard you mention," said Sir George Ardent, addressing Lord Rysdale, " that the father, Sir John Darley, entertained some odd notions about the duality of certain circumstances connected with his birth." " Not with his birth only," replied his Lord- ship, laughing, " but with the whole tenor of his life. I cannot recollect one half of the ex- traordinary coincidences, as he used to call them, which arose from this duplicate fatality. I know he always represented that he was not only a twin child, but that he was the second son of his father's second wife, and was born at two o'clock in the morning on the second of THE PREMIER. 65 February, in the double-bedded room of a double house, which happened, oddly enough, he would add, to be No. 2, and kept by Mr. Doubleday .^"^ " I hope he was double-pointed^'' said Crans- toun, " and had a double voice, or the faculty of ventriloquism."" " I don't know how that may have been," replied Lord Rysdale, " but he had certainly lost two joints of his second finger ; and he never hesitated to declare it was by the bursting of a double-hdivx^ed gun, in bringing down a brace of partridges." " Pray, did he ever happen to mention what was the first play he read ?" inquired Sir George Ardent. " It must surely have been the Two Gentlemen of Verona.'''' " Pooh !" exclaimed Cranstoun. " The Two Gentlemen of Verona! No, no! — The Two Noble Kinsmen, written by the two authors, Beaumont and Fletcher." " One of the earliest lessons inculcated by his father, was, no doubt, that he should always have two strings to his bow," observed Sir Andrew Percival. bb THE PREMIER. " And I '11 warrant," said Cranstoun, " if he ever stood for a seat in Parliament, the High Sheriff had to make a double return." " He assured me very gravely one day," con- tinued Lord Rysdale — "" Did he not endeavour to make ' assurance double sure,' " interrupted Cranstoun, " by giving you proof?" " He would have done so, I dare say, had I required it ; but he did, with the utmost gravity, assure me, that three of his ancestors, who had risen to be dignitaries of the church, had all held double sees. ' It is very extra- ordinary,' he observed, ' but my grandfather was Bishop of Bath and Wells — my maternal great uncle was Bishop of Lichfield and Coven- try ; and I had a third cousin who died Bishop of Sodor and Man.'" " And to what end was all this bifurcation employed .'^" asked Cranstoun. " Unless he possessed a thorough duplicity of heart, — a bipartite head, having two ways of looking at every thing, and a binary object in all his dealings with the world, it was merely ' double, double, toil and trouble,' to accumulate upon him such a mass of inseparable accidents." THE PREMIER. 67 " Had he been an author," said Sir Andrew Percival, " he would certainly have written in conjunction with another, as some of our elder dramatists used to do." " And some of our modern ones," added Sir George Ardent significantly, looking at Lord Rysdale, and then repeating the following lines : ' When Beaumont's judgment guided Fletcher's wit, Each was, by turns, the hero of the pit : The one had credit for the rules of art. The other claim'd the passions and the heart ; But no divided claim the conflict urges In Sternholdy Hopkins, Cumberland, and Burgess.' " " You have a dangerous memory, my friend," said Lord Rysdale, smiling ; then ad- dressing the rest of the table, — " Sir George," he continued, " has recited a banter of mine, written some years ago, upon the Exodiad of Cumberland and Sir James Bland Burgess. Of the Baronet I knew little ; but with Cum- berland I was intimate. The poem was a ponderous abortion." " Belonging to the class of monsters, rather," observed Sir Andrew Percival, " for it was bicipital." 68 THE PREMIER. " Your banter," remarked Cranstoun, 'Svould have cost poor Cumberland a fit of the spleen, had it reached his ears. He was the most irri- table under censure or ridicule^ of any man that ever existed." " And consequently," continued Lord Rys- dale, " the most accessible to flattery. He caught at feathers in praise, whether genuine or counterfeited, with a simplicity of self-love unexampled. But of all the sensitive plants I ever knew in a human form, he was, as you have said, the most irritable to ridicule if unequivocally expressed. I have seen him, in the midst of pathetic gentleness, and the most gracefully endearing philanthropies, changed in a moment by a retort courteous, but a little too keen for his nerves, into the most ill-bred and captious of all spoiled children; just like a peevish girl. And unfortunately for his quiet, he was, though a very ingenious man, the most open to ridicule of any human creature. He had few friends ; for he went upon the Ca- talinarian principle in selecting them, idem velle atqiie idem nolle, ea demum firma, amicitia est. But his only notion of the idem velle, or the idem THE PREMIER. 69 nolle^ consisted in thinking of him as he thought of himself, and of course thinking of everybody else by the same rule." " Cataline's maxim was a wise and shrewd one for his purpose," said Cranstoun, "and it might be the motto of our modern patricians or tribunes, who are represented by their nominees in Parliament. It was excellent friendship for a conspirator ; but it is not mine ; and if there be one line of godlike Homer, which I could say I prefer to the rest, it would be that of Achilles, when he says that he hates a man who says one thing, and conceals another. The equivocation of Horace's beggar, and the mental reservation of the Jesuit, have degraded, into the dust, what I consider as the high-born dignity of the human character. What, for example, can be more odious than the bitter and deadly feuds of critics, who would kill one another for a dif- ference of opinion — armati nugis V " And yet," observed Lord Rysdale, " how few, even of those we call great men, can endure any independence but their own. I remember, Edmund Burke once made love to me, but short indeed was our honey-moon ; for the moment I 70 THE PREMIER. ventured to vote and speak against one of his objects, he trampled upon me. Take the case of another great man, Dr. Johnson — who could less bear contradiction ? And what was the con- sequence ? He was the dupe of slaves to his humour, while fools, and men of no principle, were an indispensable part of his court. I recol- lect hearing Bennet Langton, one of his most bigoted slaves, and one whom he admired and loved, as his pathetic aspiration, engraved on Langton^s tomb, testifies, — sit anima mea cum Langtotio ! — whisper to his neighbour in a box at the theatre, ' there are very few things which Dr. Johnson will suffer me to like or even to see.' Thus it is, that in predilections of taste, or in spleen of it, a thousand little accidents operate ; above all, the company we have kept. It was an admirable stroke of humour (which is not his forte, by the by,) in D"*Alembert, where he describes a pupil asking his tutor if he, the pupil, had liked a certain comedy which they had both attended." '' Docility against conviction^'' said Sir George Ardent, *' is another word for a servile and a THE PREMIER. 71 mean spirit ; but he who demands it is meaner stili;^ " You have mentioned the weakness of a great mind," observed Cranstoun, addressing Lord Rysdale, "in the conduct of Burke. I will give you an instance of its opposite in an ho- nourable mind, whose whole existence, however, did not display as much of that which is mind, as Burke would have manifested under the gate- way in which he might have taken shelter from a shower of rain, — to use Johnson'^s noble illustra- tion of that extraordinary man. One of my early patrons, when he negotiated with me for coming into Parliament, said, ' I give you the seat upon conditions !' — ' My Lord,' I replied, ' I will accept of none, or of the seat fettered by them.' — ' Hear me out,' said he ; 'my conditions are, that you shall be as free as air, as indepen- dent of all the world, as of me.' " 72 THE PREMIER. CHAPTER IV. The next morning, after breakfast, the same party were assembled in Sir George's library, debarred, by a wet day, from enjoying an in- tended ride to the seat of Lord Beaulieu, about ten miles off. Captain Erskine, who had been busily en- gaged with a book in a corner by himself, while the rest were alternately reading and talking, suddenly attracted their attention by a loud laugh, and the exclamation, " Pretty sailors they must have been in those days !" The book spread before him was Mickle's translation of Camoens"* Lusiad, and the " Chart of the Voyage of Gama" was in one hand, while with the other he held open the page from which his eye glanced every moment to trace the route of the Portuguese navigator. THE PREMIER. 73 " Pretty sailors they must have been in those days," slowly repeated the Captain, " to be frightened at a black cloud !" " What's the matter, Erskine ?" said Sir George Ardent, advancing towards him, when he perceived that his gallant friend, better ac- quainted with practical navigation than with poetical fictions, had ' fallen four (as he termed it) of that magnificent conception of the Lusian Bard, in the fifth book, the apparition of the Cape of Tempests. He was reading the fol- lowing lines : — " Now prosperous gales the bending canvas swell'd, From these rude shores our fearless, course we held : Beneath the glistening waves, the God of day Had now five times withdrawn the parting ray, When o'er the prow a sudden darkness spread, And slowly floating o'er the mast's tall head A black cloud hover'd ; nor appear'd from far The moon's pale glimpse, nor faintly twinkling star ; So deep a gloom the lowering vapour cast, Transfix'd with awe, the bravest stood aghast. Meanwhile, a hollow bursting roar resounds, As when hoarse surges lash their rocky mounds ; Nor had the blackening waves nor frowning Heav'n The wonted signs of gathering tempest giv'n. Amazed we stood." VOL. I. E 74 THE PREMIER. Some good-humoured raillery was played off upon Erskine for his naval criticism, and the conversation insensibly glided into a discussion upon the merits of the Lusiad. " I have often regretted," said Cranstoun, " that my imperfect knowledge of the Portu- guese language prevents me from enjoying this fine poem in its original beauty." " I can assure you," replied Lord Rysdale, " you have nothing to regret. I read the Por- tuguese with perfect ease, and have made ray- self (I believe I may venture to say so much) master not only of its idioms, but of those shades of meaning, as well as combinations of words, in which the strength and copiousness of every language consist with respect to poetical ex- pression. Yet Camoens delights me more in the translation of Mickle than in the original. I always seem to feel, while reading it, that had Camoens been an Englishman, he would have used the very words that Mickle gives him." " Just as we feel," observed Sir George Ar- dent, " that had Homer been an Englishman, he would have disdained the mellifluous effe- minacy and balanced couplets of Pope." THE PREMIER. 75 " Then Mickle must have caught all his in- spiration from Camoens," said Cranstoun; "for he is the least poetical in his own poetry of any of our minor poets."' " You are right," replied Sir George ; " and it has always appeared to me there were two mysteries connected with this work : the one, that such a man as Mickle should have per- formed such a labour ; the other, that a book of such transcendent merits should have attain- ed, comparatively, to so little fame." " Listen,"' interrupted Lord Rysdale, " and tell me if you think there is any thing which mere language can give, that could heigbten the grandeur of this description of the appari- tion of the Cape of Tempests?"'' And his Lord- ship read with a graceful elocution the follow- ing lines : — " I spoke, when rising through the darken'd air, Appaird, we saw a hideous phantom glare : High and enormous o'er the flood he tower'd, And thwart our way with sullen aspect lour'd. Unearthly paleness o'er his cheeks was spread, Erect uprose his hair of wither'd red ; Writhing to speak, his sable lips disclose, Sharp and disjoin'd, his gnashing teeths' blue rows; 76 THE PREMIER. His haggard beard flow'd quivering on the wind, Revenge and horror in his mien combined ; His clouded front by withering lightnings scared, The inward anguish of his soul declared. His red eyes glowing from their dusky caves Shot livid fires : far echoing o'er the waves His voice resounded, as the cavern'd shore With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar. Cold, gliding horrors thrill'd each hero's breast ; Our bristling hair and tottering knees confest Wild dread : the while, with visage ghastly wan. His black lips trembling, thus the fiend began." " The whole fiction," continued his Lordship, " is wonderfully conceived and nobly executed ; though I cannot go quite so far as his transla- tor, in thinking it unsurpassed in human com- positioti.'* " May I be allowed,'' said Sir George, taking the volume out of Lord Rysdale's hand, " to point out a passage which I think unsurpassed in English poetry for the melody of the versi- fication ? It is this : — " Give way, ye lofty billows, low subside, Smooth as the level plains, your swelling pride. Lo, Venus comes ! Oh, soft ye surges, sleep ! Smooth be the bosom of the azure deep THE PREMIER. 77 Lo, Venus comes ! and in her vigorous train She brings the healing balm of love-sick pain." *' I may add, that the whole description of the Island of Love, the empire of the ' Goddess of the soft alarms,' is voluptuously conceived, without one impure taint from a licentious imagination." " Yet the obscene Frenchman,"" observed Cranstoun, " whose polluted pen wrote the Pucelle d"" Orleans, lifted up his eyes in all the horror of offended modesty, at an episode which he pronounced so lascivious, that no nation in Europe, except the Portuguese and Italians, could bear it." Thus the conversation was carried on for some time, and there was a whimsical air of surprise and perplexity in the countenance of Captain Erskine, as he listened to it. He had not given himself the trouble to doubt that the Lusiad was merely an account of the " Voyage of Gama, and of the Portuguese Discoveries," according to the tablet of the chart prefixed ; or that " the heroes who, from Lisbon"'s shore," had navigated seas " where sail was never spread before," were the crew of the ship employed in the expedition. 78 THE PREMIER. There are few things more curious in what I suppose I must call the philosophy of the hu- man mind, than the changes which take place in a discourse carried on between two or three persons. How often are we tempted to ask, " What led to this subject ?"— (I have a thou- sand times asked such a question,) — when we find ourselves deep in a controversy upon ne- cessity and free-will, and only remember, per- haps, that we began with talking about the last new novel, or the state of the weather. But if we are at the trouble to tread back, to gather up all the links of our conversation, Jiow regu- larly, how naturally (in most cases,) we find that we have descended, or ascended, (as it may happen,) step by step, without a single leap to the right or left, without one jump over inter- vening foot-places, from the point at which we set out, to that where we have paused to trace our path. A connecting thread (sometimes as fine as a hair, indeed, but still touching at both ends,) pervades the whole. It would be the easiest thing imaginable to pursue this synthetic process here, and show how Sir George Cranstoun, Lord Rysdale THE PREMIER. 79 and Sir Andrew Percival had contrived to con- catenate a critical disquisition upon Camoens, Homer, Virgil, Tasso, and Milton, (for all those mighty masters of the epic lyre were cited before their tribunal,) with a newspaper printed in the year 1737 : but it may possibly please the reader better to know what they said, than to accompany me through a demonstration, how- ever ingenious, of the colloquial gradations by which they arrived at the conversation. " It is related of the author of Hermes," said Cranstoun, who had been looking over the di- minutive columns of one of the progenitors of the modern " broad sheet," — " that he once amused himself by reading to a querulous friend, whose humour it was to find every thing wrong in church and state, a violent invective against both. It accused the government of producing all those grievous calamities which constitute the legitimate and orthodox catalogue of a genuine patriot's national miseries. His friend eagerly inquired the name of the work. Mr. Harris lianded it to him. It was a black- letter pamphlet, published in the reign of Eliza- beth : but, mutatis mutandis, it would have 80 THE PREMIER. done for a letter of Junius, or a speech of Home Tooke. So with regard to this paper. The title is somewhat heteroclitical, I confess, (for I see it is called the Old Whig, or the consistent Protestant,) but with that exception, I think I might read it through, and by substituting a few modern names, make you believe you were listening to yesterday's Morning Chronicle. — Alas, in what are we improved !" continued Cranstoun, with an air of ironical solemnity. " Here we have fires, executions, robberies ; foreign intelligence of th-e most alarming, do- mestic news of the most gloomy, character ; pri- vate scandal of the most authentic kind, fugi- tive poetry of the most innocent description, and editorial wisdom of the most startling pro- fundity ! And our ancestors had all these, in the same perfection as ourselves !'' "It is a great comfort," observed Sir An- drew Percival, " to find that, though we have been getting worse ever since the beginning of the world, every generation has confessed that its own age was the worst of all. Ben Jonson acknowledges this as a right of custom, though he would dissuade us from the exercise of it. THE PREMIER. 81 ' Oh, let us pluck this evil seed Out of our spirits, And give to every noble deed The name it merits !' " Of course he would rail against the noble right of abusing our betters," said Cranstoun, in the same tone of irony, " for he was a poet laureate, and therefore a base apostate, hired by government to slander the advocates of reform under the character of Catiline, whose pretended conspiracy, manufactured out of Cicero's Green Bag, was made the pretext for suspending the habeas corpus act at Rome. Placemen and pensioners are panders to power, ex necessitate, as well as excellent allitera- tives." *• It is said that every age has its character- istics,'' observed Lord Rysdale ; " but it may be more truly said, I think, that the disposition to rail at mankind, and especially those whom birth, fortune, or station elevates above us, is the characteristic of every age." " Were I called upon," replied Cranstoun, " to name the characteristics of the present age, though they are so numerous that they E 5 82 THE PREMIER. almost cease to answer their implied purpose, (that of designating its character,) I should be inclined to trace them all to one and the same root — a restless, overweening conceit of rights independent of duties.'''' " Yes," observed his Lordship ; " and judg- ing by the comparative frequency with which the words are employed, instead of being inter- dependent correlatives, we might almost take them as symptoms of two contrary states of mind — the less regard an individual pays to his duties, the more parade he is sure to make about his personal and political rights. He is none of your sneaking church-goers, — not he ! None of your fire-side amiables — oh no ! He won't be pinned to a wife's (at least to'his oivn wife''s) apron, forsooth ! But these are the men who never miss a meeting in Palace-Yard or Spa Fields." " Never,"" interrupted Cranstoun, '* unless when the rights of man are outraged in their own persons, by the sheriff's officer, or when they are sympathizing with some fair friend in a mishap too incident to the free exercise of the rights of woman." THE PREMIER. 83 " This same predilection for rights, how- ever," observed Sir Andrew Percival, " as we have recently seen, so far from blinding them to the non-performance of duties in others, (of all at least who are above them,) renders them not only remarkably quick-sighted to them, but even creative, the inrush of the inventive faculty filling up any aching void in the per- ceptive. Nay, it imparts a surprisingly re- tentive faculty to the memory, so that error or misconduct shall appear as fresh and lovely after an interval of twenty or thirty years, as if it had happened but yesterday." Sir George Ardent had been silent during this conversation. He now addressed himself to Cranstoun. " There was more philosophy in your irony, my dear friend," said he, " than you aimed at, when you exclaimed, ' Alas ! in what are we improved !' In bitter derision of our transitory condition, the poet has said, tauntingly, ' Man ! and for ever f In profound conviction of our finite nature, of our essentially limited and identical works, 1 would say, ' Man, and still the same !' A few wars, a few great crimes, a 84 THE PREMIER. very few great virtues, a few philosophers, a few mighty minds, a few discoveries (as they are called) in science, (though only resuscitations of lost knowledge, or the practical application of existing principles,) and a few repetitions of old wonders to wonder at afresh, comprise the history of man from age to age. The actors alone are changed, — the things are the same. The order of the seasons has not been more unvarying since the beginning of time ; spring and summer, autumn and winter, have not followed each other with more certain succes- sion, than the little circumscribed round of human affairs has produced and re-produced, from century to century, the same events; distinguished, as I have said, from their predecessors only by the revolving changes of time, of place, and of persons. We ima- gine we are advancing along a wide and boundless path, when in truth we are only moving within a narrow circle, which hides from us alike the past and the future, re- vealing to our eyes but the petty present of our brief being." " And how finely," added Cranstoun, " has THE PREMIER. 85 Burke described our perpetuity as a whole, with our fleeting and perishable state as indi- viduals ! ' Such,' says he, ' is the mode of ex- istence decreed to a permanent body com- posed of transitory parts ; wherein, by the dis- position of a stupendous wisdom, moulding to- gether the great mysterious incorporation of the human race, the whole, at one time, is never old, or middle-aged, or young ; but, in a con- dition of unchangeable constancy, moves on through the varied tenor of perpetual decay, fall, renovation, and progression.'" 86 THE PREMIER. CHAPTER V. Cranstoun was compelled to return to London much sooner than he intended, in con- sequence of information he received touching a vexatious delay that had taken place, in bring- ing to a conclusion several important matters which had been agreed upon previously to his departure. He was evidently chagrined at this want of energy among his colleagues ; so much so, indeed, that, contrary to his usual practice, he suffered the expression of his displeasure to intrude upon the conversation between himself, Sir George, and Lord Rysdale, as they were sauntering, after dinner, through the shady walks of Deddington Park. " It is the curse of this country,*" said he, " and sooner or later must be its ruin, that the spirit of party, (or, I should rather say, the THE PREMIER. 87 factious interests of party,) impedes, more or less, every movement of the political machine. It is felt, in a proportionate degree, through each link of the vast chain, which extends, from the throne, to the licensing of that humble ale- house, whose sign we see swinging on the top of yonder hill ; its influence is alike demonstrable in the conge d'elire, in the patent of creation, in the delivery of the seals of office, and in the appointment of an exciseman with a salary of seventy pounds a-year. The cabinet itself is but a nicely-adjusted balance of conflicting pre- tensions ; and the consequence is, that being without the governing principle, which one pre- dominant mind would necessarily exercise over a homogeneous body, each department becomes a little executive of its own, whose motions are dependent upon those of the remainder, and liable, of course, to be sometimes unduly acce- lerated, or at others injuriously retarded. In fact, it is less a government per se, than a go- vernment of departments, the very worst of all possible governments for consistent and vigor- ous efficiency. For myself, I have all my life striven, whenever it has pleased his Majesty to 88 THE PREMIER. call me to his councils, to give to my own de- partment that character of uniform decision, and of systematic action, which should belong to the whole ; but — " Cranstoun paused for a moment, as if conscious that he was growing querulous where he felt complaining was a meanness, because in the absence of those of whom he complained, and then added playfully, — " but I am like the rest of the world, I see, thoroughly persuaded of my own merits, and benevolently inclined to lament there are so few who resemble me." " Come, come," said Sir George, smiling, " be honest, though you are a minister, and a politic one to boot. Confess that this detached system of government has its advantages ; particularly in this, that impartial judges may exercise dis- crimination in their opinions concerning you, and instead of passing sentence upon you as a body, one and indivisible, make honourable ex- ceptions. Now this could not happen, if, like a band of fiddlers, you all took your time from the leader. The world might say, indeed, you fiddled extremely well ; but he who played first- fiddle would run away with the merit." THE PREMIER. 8^ "Ay, but he would also be made to bear the burden of failure, if they fiddled execrably," observed Lord Rysdale. " When I spoke of a government of depart- ments," said Cranstoun, " it was without any reference to the convenience or inconvenience which might hence result to the heads of de- partments. It is sometimes agreeable enough, I am free to confess, to be able to insulate one's position, and stand or fall by individual pre- tensions ; but I hope I have sufficient honesty, minister though I be, and a politic one to boot, as my friend tells me, to rate the individual very low indeed, compared with the aggregate of individuals — the people. I remember it was one of the earliest and one of the most frequent lessons I imbibed from the great man whose memory I venerate, (I need hardly add the name, William Pitt,) that no ministry can work well for a country which has more than one mind. Wherever there is diversity of opinion, he would say, there is diminution of strength ; and wherever there is a minister, instead of a cabinet of ministers, nothing can deprive you of the advantage of uniform ener- 90 THE PREMIER. gy, save want of principle. His own career was a glorious, and in some parts of it, I might almost say, a sublime exemplification of his pre- cept. There were periods during the revolu- tionary war when, if we had had a cabinet of ministers instead of a great minister, this coun- try must have gone to pieces. Our necessities required not only a mighty mind, but that mind absolute master of itself; as free and powerful to act, as it was vast and unerring in its plans. Pitt's was too haughty a spirit to trammel itself; but if we can suppose it possi- ble that he had to negotiate with his colleagues the conditions of their support, to adulterate the original quality of his designs, by mixing with them a little of one man's caution, and a little of another's prejudices, where should we find that singleness and grandeur of purpose which, first and last, governed his policy T'' " You will not kill me,"" observed Lord Rys- dale, " if I acknowledge my admiration of Pitt's character to be inferior to yours, though I think I should quarrel with any one who pre- tended to have a jot less admiration for him than myself. Burke once said to me, and I THE PREMIER. 91 am persuaded with perfect sincerity, ' How extraordinary it is that I and Lord Chatham and Lord Holland should each have a son so superior to ourselves !' Alas, for parental blind- ness ! That son, had he lived, would never have won the honour which a father^s broken heart, in the unquestioned sanctity of its grief, has bestowed upon his memory. With regard to Lord Holland, he was right. There was as much difference between Charles James Fox, and Henry, the first Lord Holland, as between William Shakspeare, and honest Master John Shakspeare, wool-driver or glover, and some- time bailiff of Stratford-upon-Avon. I doubt, however, — have mercy upon me,'' (continued his Lordship, turning with a smile to Cranstoun,) " whether William Pitt was so superior to Lord Chatham as Burke the more willingly asserted, perhaps, for the sake of completing his trio." " I do not think," said Cranstoun, " they can be compared upon a sufficient number of corresponding points, to deduce a just supe- riority in either. What Chatham might have been, placed in the exact situation of his illus- trious son, we can only conjecture with a grea- 92 THE PREMIER. ter or less approximation to plausible facts ; but what the son loas we know. Chatham never had such stirring events to grapple with as distinguished the last twelve or fifteen years of Pitt''s administration. Yet I can believe he would have proved himself equal to them, had they fallen within his time."" " Ml/ estimate of Chatham is so large," ob- served Sir George Ardent, " that I find no difficulty in assuming a capacity for the utmost trial to which he could have been put." " One point in which the father and son differed essentially from each other," said Cran- stoun, " was in unyielding firmness. Pitt was a proud man, and relied upon himself in peri- lous crises with singular firmness ; but Chat- ham was stern and authoritative. He would have laid his commands upon the sovereign himself, in a case which he thought required it, ■with the same despotic air that he would have announced his will to an official subaltern. Mr. Pitt has frequently said to me, ' My father would not have done this,' or, ' My father would have done so and so,' when he had conceded some comparatively unimportant matter, or THE PREMIER. 93 abstained from peremptorily insisting upon its execution.""* " The late Lord Orford, that mirror of lite- rary coxcombs,""* said Lord Rysdale, " with whom I had the honour of living upon terms of great intimacy for many years, used to re- late, in his inimitable way, (for both with pen and tongue he was the best teller of an anec- dote I ever knew,) a story of Lord Chatham, strikingly illustrative of the quality you have ust mentioned.""* '' Let us have it,"" observed Sir George. " I am not sure but his Lordship gave it to the world himself, or else that it has been given since his death, in some of the posthumous gossip which the press has sent forth," replied Lord Rysdale. " However, you shall have it ; but it will lose greatly in my hands. Pre- parations were making for a secret expedition, and orders had been given to the respective heads of the naval, military, and ordnance de- partments for certain stores, ships, and regi- ments to be ready by a specified day. ' It is impossible !" was the answer ; and late at night, this answer was communicated to Mr. Pitt, •94 THE PREMIER. who was not then raised to the peerage. He sent for his secretary. * I desire you, Mr. Wood/ said he with an indignant air, ' to go instantly to Lord Anson. You need not trouble yourself to search the Admiralty : he is not to be found there, — you must pursue him to the gaming-house. Tell him from me, that if he does not obey the orders he has received, I will assuredly impeach him. From him, pro- ceed to Lord Ligonier, and though he should be bolstered with harlots, undraw his curtains and repeat the same message. Then take your course to Sir Charles Frederick. Assure him, if His Majesty's commands are neglected, they are the last he shall receive.' The secretary departed. At White's, he found Lord Anson, who insisted Mr. Pitt was out of his senses, for it was utterly impossible to comply v^'ith his wishes. ' However,' he added, ' madmen must be answered, so say I will do my utmost.' The Commander-in-Chief declared it was an impracticable business ; and Mr. Pitt knew it. ' But,' added old Ligonier, ' he is in the right to make us do all we can ; so inform him that what is possible shall be done.' Sir Charles THE PREMIER. 95 Frederick was next apprised of the minister's resolution. After a little hesitation, ' I think the orders may be completed within the time prescribed,'' said he. The upshot was, that in spite of impossibilities, army, navy, ordnance, and military stores were all ready by the ap- pointed day." " In all probability," observed Cranstoun, laughing, '' there is an extremely slender basis of truth for this story ; perhaps, even, it is a pure invention ; but in either case its currency denotes the character of the man of whom it is related. A professed wit does not say half the good things ascribed to him ; yet he is known to be capable of saying good things long before he arrives at the honour of being the common father of every joke that floats upon the breath of conversation. Even I, who am no professed wit, nor ever professed to be a wit of any kind, find myself now and then pro- claimed in the newspapers as the parent of vastly clever things, which if I ever said or wrote, it must have been in my sleep." " I could not endure those freedoms with my name, by the myrmidons of the press," said 96 THE PREMIER. Sir George Ardent somewhat indignantly. " They might commit what robberies they chose, and give to a hundred others that which was mine ; but to be gibbeted in their vulgar columns, to be the ass laden with the rubbish of every garretteer's muddy brains, would griev- ously anger me. I am intolerably disgusted with the profligacy, ignorance, and sordid vena- lity of newspapers, and never read any portion of them, save that where public transactions, or political events, are recorded."' " And they are so distorted," replied Cran- stoun, " according to the party whose interests may happen to be advocated, — so coloured, docked, and garbled, under the influence of purse or patron, that, except in mere documen- tary matters, they are nearly as apocryphal as the Arabian Nights.'' " You call party-spirit the curse of this country," continued Sir George, " and predict that, sooner or later, it must be our ruin. A more deadly curse is an engine like the press, wielded by unprincipled men — men whose living it is to supply, every four-and-twenty THE PREMIER. 97 liours, a nauseous compound of ribaldry, false- hood, and faction.'" " Oh for the good old times of nose-slitting and ear-cropping !" exclaimed Lord Rysdale ; " the lovely days of the Star Chamber, with its brandings, pilloryings, and gentle finings ! Yet I am afraid the evil is incurable ! Men ivill think ; and since the invention of printing, they have been able to think aloud. At no period of our liistory did the hand of power lay more heavily upon the press, than during the reigns of Elizabeth, James, and the first Charles : and at no period do we find a bolder defiance of that power. Thus it will ever be ; for, as Lord Bacon observed in his pathetic but unworthy letter to the House of Peers, depre- cating their severity, there are vitia temporis as well as vitia hominis. Now, the vitia tem- poris are those defiances which it is in our na- ture to hurl at authority when too giant-like in its bearing — if indeed they may be called vitia under such circumstances. The press, as the proverb says of fire, * is a good servant, but a very bad master," " VOL. I. F 98 THE PREMIER. " And therefore," interrupted Sir George, " when we cannot keep it under, what remains but to put it out altogether ?"" "There is no man living," said Cranstoun, " who utterly disdains to plead to the tribunal of the public press, more than I do ; and I am as deeply sensible as any man, I think, of all its practical mischief ; but were it in my power by a word to destroy its existence, with the cer- tainty of not producing any one of those evils which I know must follow, I would sooner lay my head upon the block, than pronounce that word. It has great and noble elements in its composition ; mighty energies, which neither are nor can be always the ministers of evil. When however they are so, confront them, master them, or be mastered by them, even as is our destiny with all the other evils of this world ; but it were as wise to desire that man should be blotted out of creation, because of the vices of men, and thus renpunce a Newton to escape a Thurtell, as to wish the destruction of a privilege capable, in its right use, of arresting the desolating progress of religious, moral, and political error, or of redeeming THE PREMIER. 99 from it nations now groaning beneath the tri- ple bondage, because, in the necessarily irregu- lar motions of so vast an agent, we are in con- stant peril of violent collision." " The collision," said Sir George, " is per- petual.""* " And for this obvious reason," added Cran- stoun. "The opportunities for performing sig- nal services are rare ; the inclination, I am afraid, still more rare ; but the indulgence of paltry feelings, the triumphs of rancorous ones, the base longings of a degenerate nature, are things which he who covets, may enjoy when he pleases. We may wish it were otherwise — " " As it might be,'"* interrupted Sir George, " if the laws were more vigorously enforced." " Ay,"" said Cranstoun, "and surround the insignificance of a hired libeller with the dig- nity of a state martyr; or drag from its ob- scurity a lampoon, by inviting the whole coun- try to read it at our expense. Burghley, the most subtle of all Elizabeth's subtle ministers, shrewdly adopted a different course. He sent for a needy poetaster who had been vitupera- ting him, and after a little angry expostulation, F 2 100 THE PREMIER. beo-an to commiserate his necessities; then gave him money, and finally promised to take the first opportunity of advancing him. 'This/ says old Osborne, who relates the anecdote in his Luther Vindicated, ' did so work with one who would wilhngly have given his right ear to save his left, that till the Treasurer's death he never wrote another libel upon him.'" " I would have improved upon Burghley's practice,'' observed Sir George, " by giving pro- mises only. Money is always a suspicious, very often a dirty, agent : but I would pro- mise like a courtier." " And like a courtier, keep your promise, I suppose," interrupted Lord Rysdale. '' No," replied Sir George ; " if it suited my interest, I would have kept my promise, like an honest man." " I can imagine an admirable scene of state craft and literary simplicity," observed Crans- toun, " founded upon the wily stratagem of Burghley ; and I know ojie man pre-eminently qu ah fled to exhibit the former." "In my opinion," said Lord Rysdale, " every libeller should be made to eat his words, lite- THE PREMIER. 101 rally compelled to ' digest the venom of his spleen, though it do split him.' " " As it infallibly would do," added Crans- toun, " if he wrote in folio." " Such a penalty (or travellers lie) did once prevail in Russia," continued Lord Rys- dale. " Each leaf was rolled up into small round pellets, and the libeller was fed with them till he had swallowed the whole book. If he grumbled, or refused, he had the bastinado ; and if the work was too bulky, in the opinion of the physician who attended, for a single meal, the process of deglutition was spread over several days." " Were a similar penalty inflicted in this country," said Cranstoun, '' a man would consider well what he could swallow himself, before he wrote any thing for other people to swallow ; and they who now find it pleasant enough to live bi/ libels would soon grow sick of living upon them ; unless they confined themselves to epigrams or distichs." " A Richelieu libel would be the safest," observed Sir George. " The Cardinal used to boast that he could extract matter to send any 102 THE PREMIER. man to a dungeon out of four or five ordinary words. One of his attendants immediately wrote upon a card, ' One and two make three.* ' Three make only owe/ exclaimed the Cardi- nal ; ' it is blasphemy against our Holy Trinity ; to the Bastille with him !' " THE PREMIER. 103 CHAPTER VI. The next morning Cranstoun, attended by Frederick Ardent, left Deddington Park. About an hour before his departure, a mes- senger arrived from London with despatches, and during the journey the minister was busily engaged in reading them ; making on the margin of some, pencil memoranda of observa- tions which their perusal suggested, and hand- ing over others to his secretary with verbal instructions as to the answers they were to receive. They had proceeded thus about twenty miles, when in descending a steep hill, rugged with ruts and loose stones, a sudden jolt snapped one of the springs of the travelling chariot. In this dilemma, the only thing that could be done was to send the servant back to 104 THE PREMIER. the last town they had passed through, (be- tween four and five miles off) for assistance to repair the damage ; while Cranstoun ; accom- panied by his young friend, walked leisurely onwards till the carriage overtook them. Neither the general habits of Cranstoun, nor the then state of his health, qualified him for an active pedestrian ; and as the day was sultry, he had scarcely walked three miles be- fore he became sensible of fatigue. Frederick suggested that he had better hasten on to the nearest town or village, and procure, if he could, a postchaise or any other tolerable convey- ance ; but Cranstoun, who knew that the ser- vants would use all possible diligence in getting the carriage repaired, and following him, con- sidered the proposal of his secretary unneces- sary. " Let us see," said he, " what the next turning of the road may do for us. Who knows, but the infirm body of a young old man may find a resting-place in this barbarous and inhospitable region, after a weary pilgrimage of three long miles ! Ah me ! Here is your supe- riority of mind over matter!" he continued, THE PREMIER. 105 smiling ; "as we saw this morning, just after leaving your father's grounds, the superiority of matter over mind, in that fine, tall, upright, ruddy-cheeked, and nimble-footed peasant, who could give me a week's start, and walk me down before dinner, though he wore a beard** many a year ere I was in my cradle. But he never cared for the state of the nation, so long as the state of the crops was favourable ; never troubled his head about any church, but that of his own parish ; and though he has had his full share of the primeval curse, the toil of sinews has not shaken him, as the toil of brain has shattered me." , The turning of the road was propitious. At the distance of two or three hundred yards stood a neat, clean, and substantial brick house, with a majestic oak in front, within whose spreading arms, as they perceived upon a nearer approach, a comfortable apartment was contrived, where a dozen persons might sit, on seats duly arranged round a table, which was fixed in the middle. From one of the gigantic limbs of this noble tree depended a red lion rampant, with a gilt tail and claws newly bur- F 5 106 THE PREMIER. nished. He looked prodigiously fierce, and as a specimen of heraldic blazonry, glittering in the bright rays of a meridian sun, would have done no discredit to the panels of that splen- did piece of civic lumber, my Lord Mayor's coach. Frederick was curiously perplexed at this moment. He could not venture to congratu- late Cranstoun upon the vicinity of the Red Lion, for it was beyond the range of his possi- ble conceptions to picture a cabinet minister walking into it for a rest, like a tired pedlar. Added to this, there was the still greater per- plexity, would he walk into it ? " Well," said Cranstoun, taking hold of his secretary's arm, while he supported his steps with a stick in his other hand, "here is a house." "Yes, Sir — there is a house,"" replied Fre- derick hesitatingly. " The Red Lion," continued Cranstoun, look- ing at the sign ; " and upon my word, as spruce and gentlemanly a lion as I would wish to see, with clean nails and a copper-coloured tail.^' Frederick laughed ; but still thought of the THE PREMIER. 107 tale which hung at the end of his own reflec- tions,— wow /c? one of his Majesty's ministers call at the Red Lion ? And if he did, what would he call for when there ?" " Such a lion as this," pursued Cranstoun, turning from the path towards the house, "would have been a fine study for Snug the joiner. Does he not look as if he were ' aggra- vating his voice,' and ' roaring as if 'twere any nightingale ?' And now for the proof of the poet's melancholy confession, if his own experi- ence dictated it," he added, seeing the landlord come bustling to the door — • * Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Whatever his stages may have been, Must sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn !' " "By Heavens!" exclaimed Frederick to him- self, "we are going to the Red Lion /" and he was at least as much pleased, as surprised at the novelty of the thing. Mr. Owen Tudor, mine host of the Red Lion, a tidy little man, in drab kerseymere breeches, leggings of the same material, no coat, and a brown wig, with that instinctive sagacity 108 THE PREMIER. which distinguishes his craft, saw at once that his guests, though pedestrians, were not com- mon, every-day travellers. His reception of them, therefore, corresponded with this convic- tion. Bowing, and rubbing his hands, he threw open the door of the best parlour, entered first himself, dusted two shining high-backed wooden chairs, which did not require it, performed the same act of superfluous housewifery upon a small round table, which he placed opposite to the chairs, and stood smirking, with a merry twinkling eye, at a respectful distance, while Cranstoun and Frederick took their seats. The scene that followed, when, the next mo- ment, Mr. Owen Tudor, with a sort of half bow, between a nod and a complete obeisance, still smirking, still rubbing his hands, and advancing a step nearer at each movement of his head, inquired, " What they would be pleased to take," might have exercised the pencil of Hogarth in its most inspired touches. Frederick bit his lip violently, to restrain the laugh with which he was bursting. Crans- toun drew his hand across his mouth, and for THE PREMIER. 109 the first time in his life found himself embar- rassed at a reply. Mr. Owen Tudor, with a view to assist them in their choice, recounted volubly the treasures of his cellar. " I have some prime Herefordshire cider in bottle, and capital perry — capital, I assure you ; excellent draught ale, superior stout, and better London porter than is to be got in London it- self : I am choice in my spirits too.'"* " You will find the ale very good, Gentlemen, if you try it ; it is my friend Owen's own brewing; and a purer ale, I'll venture to say, is not to be drunk in this or any other county." " Well then," said Cranstoun, suiting his manner to the occasion, " let it be ale C and the landlord departed to obey the order. Cranstoun and Frederick now looked round to see to whom they were indebted for the ad- vice which the former had adopted. In one corner of the room sat a person reading the newspaper, whom they had not before noticed. He was a tall, thin, atrabilious-looking man, apparently between fifty and sixty, dressed in a suit of black, which denoted, by its appear- ance, a long and faithful service. His hat was 110 THE PREMIER. off, and the character of his head, which was quite bald on the top, had in it something striking and intellectual. His features were large, and rather coarsely moulded, reminding the beholder at once of the ponderous gravity of Johnson''s face, and the hard sarcastic lines of George Cooke''s, the celebrated tragedian. He had the heavily contracted brow of the one, with the hooked nose, and full-developed, almost phallic, mouth of the other. He ap- peared so intent upon the motley diurnal page which he held in his hand, that it seemed sur- prising he should have had a ear for what was passing between mine host and his guests. The landlord soon returned with a mug of ale and glasses, which he had no sooner placed upon the table, than he hospitably inquired whether he should bring a slice of cold ham, or a crust of bread and cheese. " If you have a biscuit in the house,*" said Frederick, " you can bring it."" " I have some of the finest biscuits in Eng- land," replied Owen Tudor, and darted out of the room to fetch them. THE PREMIER. Ill *' I shall be happy to pledge you, Gentle- men," said the stranger, frothing up a glass of his own ale as he poured it out. Cranstoun bowed, gently ; followed the stranger's example, but was far behind him in the dexterity of making the ale mantle ; passed the beverage to Frederick, — and, putting their glasses to their lips, the challenge was accepted. " ' Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?'"" said Cranstoun in a half whisper to Frederick ; accompanying the words with an indescribable look of arch drollery, as he drew towards him a vacant chair on which he stretch- ed his legs. Frederick could only smile. At no time did the urbane kindness of Cranstoun betray him into familiarity with him ; and at the present moment, they were so oddly situated that he feared to speak, lest he should cause some awkward embarrassment, especially as there had been no opportunity for Cranstoun to express his own view of their situation. " Ministers have got themselves into a tick- 112 THE PREMIER. lisli business, I think,*" said the stranger, ad- dressing Cranstoun, as he laid down the paper, " with the French Government."" " Indeed !"" responded Cranstoun, directing a look towards Frederick which enjoined him to be discreet. " Yes," continued the stranger, " a very ticklish business — and so I said it would prove from the first. But, God help us ! The only sense that is of any use to a man,— common sense, — which, as Dean Swift says, though ' no science is fairly worth the seven,' is just that sense which our wise ministers want. They are so profound, and so subtle, and so ' about it, and about it,"* as Pope says, in all they do, that you would think the art of government were a solemn mystery, instead of being as plain and straight-forward a thing, as settling the price of a flock of sheep." " Ay, that is too much the way with them, I do believe," replied Cranstoun quietly, keep- ing down his remarks to the level of his inter- locutor. " God bless you, Sir !"" pursued the stranger, rising with his subject into increased energy THE PREMIER. 113 of voice and manner, — " could any man who had common sense, have entertained a doubt as to the real designs of France ?"" " I should think not," answered Cranstoun. " Think not !" echoed the stranger, "why — but perhaps you don't attend much to political matter?."" " Only so far, I confess, as they may happen to concern my own affairs,"" replied Cranstoun. " Ay, there it is, every man for himself, and God for us all, as the saying is. But the fact is, in this same business with the French cabi- net, our own have been cajoled by finesse, by palaver, by double-refined talking; or, as Dr. South says, they have been 'injured in good language, ruined in caresses, and kissed while they were struck under the fifth rib."* Had / been at the head of His Majesty's government, what would / have done do you think ?" " Really," said Cranstoun, " I cannot tell." " Why this — but if youll allow me. Gentle- men, 111 join you;" and so saying, without waiting for any other invitation than his own, he brought his chair in one hand, his glass of ale in the other, and seated himself by the side 114 THE PREMIER. of Cranstoun, who evidently began to relish the scene. '' I would have done this, Sir,'' he continued. '' I would have said to France, in as few words as possible, and those words the plainest I could pick out, ' my determination is so and so ; I have no second purpose behind ; and I won't stir an inch from the one I have stated. Now, if you choose to agree to it, there is an end of all far- ther negotiation — the thing is settled ; but if you do not, I know it is for our interest that you should, and so I must find out a way to make you."* " " Would it not be an improvement,'** replied Cranstoun, '' to begin with finding out your way of making France comply, and thus be ready with it before you tendered such peremp- tory conditions ?'' " Pooh ! nonsense ! France would take it for granted that I wen ready.*" " She might not, perhaps," said Cranstoun. " Ah, but I would make her — " " Oh, I see ; you would begin with making her take for granted, that you meant to be as good as your word.'"* "To be sure!'' THE PREMIER. 115 "Ay, ay; that alters the case," said Crans- toun. " I fancy it does, indeed," replied the stran- ger. ** And how do you think I would pro- ceed, in order to produce that preliminary con- viction in the mind of the French Government ?"'"' "I have not the least notion^" observed Cranstoun. " Why, by always carrying my point ; by never saying one thing and doing another ; or, as the old proverb has it, by taking care to show my teeth only when I meant to bite ; for though, as Hume says, ' notliing can be more unphilosophical, than to be positive or dogma- tical on any subject,' yet, as Bruyere says, ' Cunning leads to knavery ; it is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery : lying only makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.' Depend upon it, my dear Sir, honesty is the best policy in all things. Why should politicians work back- wards, merely to prevent their intentions being known by their actings ? Why should their eyes point one way, while the path they tread leads another ?" " I suppose," said Cranstoun, playing covert- 116 THE PREMIER. ly upon the stranger's frequency of quotation, " because, as Cowley says, ' One would think all mankind had bound themselves by an oath to do all the wickedness they can ;"* or, as Pascal says, because man is ' a chimera, a confused chaos, a contradiction, a mere puddle of un- certainty, the glory and the scandal of the uni- verse.' If none of these will suffice for a reason, I am afraid it is beyond philosophy to find one." '" There is to be a change of ministers, I hear," said the stranger abruptly ; '' that is positively settled, but I don't know who are coming in. That 's the cleverest fellow among them," he continued, pointing to the opposite side of the room. Cranstoun cast his eyes in the direction of the stranger's hand. Frederick did the same. To the utter dismay of the former, he recog- nised an engraved portrait of himself. He drew his hat lower upon his brow. It was not a very formidable likeness, and moreover it was from a painting executed many years since, when he was a younger man both in age and appearance : it was not probable, therefore, it would be identified with the original. But the THE PREMIFR. 117 annoying thought crossed his mind, for a mo- ment, that perhaps the stranger knew, from the first, whom he was addressing, and that he had been amusing himself at his expense; and Cranstoun was too sensitive to ridicule, as well as too jealous of personal dignity, not to wince under such a conjecture. Exactly the same suspicion had taken possession of Frederick ; but he, with all the warmth and indiscretion natural to youth, was kindling into resentment at the supposed insult offered to his superior, and one whom he no less idolized than respect- ed, when Cranstoun, observing the angry flush of his cheek, and sparkling ire of his eye, ad- dressed the stranger. " I seem to know that face,"" said he, look- ing at the portrait, " but my sight is bad, and at this distance I could not take upon myself to name the person for whom it is meant.""* " That,'" replied the stranger, with an honest warmth of manner which almost banished the misgivings previously excited, — " that is George Cranstoun, a first-rate man; the only public man worth naming, now that Pitt, and Fox, and Burke, and Sheridan are gone. God 118 THE PREMIER. knows whether it is at all like what he now is, for I have not seen George Cranstoun — how many years shall I say ? I' faith, I don't think I have seen him, by any chance, since he and I were at Eton together." A benignant, placid smile spread itself over the features of the Minister. The ire and the flush departed from the eye and cheek of Fre- derick, to be succeeded by an expression of generous delight at the homage which had been rendered to his master. " You are an Etonian, then ?" said Crans- toun. "A bit of a one," answered the stranger; " but family embarrassments compelled my father to send for me home before I had hard- ly ' tasted," much less ' drunk deep of the Pie- rian spring,' as Pope says." " And Cranstoun was contemporary with you, at Eton ?'' " Ay, he and I were in the same — no, no, I am wrong, — if my memory does not deceive me, George Cranstoun was not an Oppidan. Sure- ly he was on the foundation, and wore his black cloth gown — be that as it may, however. THE PREMIER. 119 I know he beat us all hollow ; yet there were some clever ones too at that time, who turned out bright characters afterwards : there was Charles Winchester, who died a bishop the other day ; and Frank Wainfleet, who will be Lord Chancellor sooner or later ; and poor Chamberlayne, who lives upon his fine estate in the next county, under the care of two keepers, mad as a March hare, and made so by learning, if ever too much learning turned a brain topsy turvy ; and young Grey, now Lord Langley, and many, many others ; but not one of them, in my mind, was either then or since to be compared with that man, who seems to be looking at us with such a noble consciousness of what he is. Did you read his speech last session, upon Sir Benjamin's motion for a com- mittee of the whole house to take into conside- ration the state of the nation ? It had all the fire of Demosthenes, and all the elegance of Cicero, all — *" " It may seem a strange thing to say," in- terrupted Cranstoun, who was growing some- what nervous under this extravagant panegy- ric, " that though I by no means undervalue 120 THE PREMIER. his merits, I don't think I ever read a speech of his in my life — certainly not, unless it was a very short one." "And I,"* rejoined the stranger, "don't think I ever missed one — so that 's the difference be- tween us." Cranstoun was now anxious to learn, if possi- ble, the name and calling of his companion, but knew not how to bring it about. All his sus- picions as to being known were at an end ; and he was pretty well satisfied from the manner of the stranger, and from the various circum- stances he had mentioned, that he was a fellow Etonian. The sound of carriage- wheels, how- ever, put an end to the conversation. Frede- rick hastened to the door to stop the travelling chariot, as it was whirling rapidly past, neither the postilion nor servants deeming it neces- sary to draw up at the Red Lion for their master ; and great was their astonishment when they saw Cranstoun coming out of it. But greater still was the astonishment of Mr. Owen Tudor ; and equally great was his mortification, to find that there was not even one convenient moment for him to sift the domestics as to the THE PREMIER. 121 names and quality of the guests he had been entertaining. Most profound was the bow, and most becomingly grave was the face, with which he saluted them as the carriage drove off; and most immoveable was his position, by the side of the great oak already mentioned, till the carriage was out of sight. " I wonder who they can be !" exclaimed Mr. Owen Tudor. " I have not the least idea," replied the stran- ger, who had followed Cranstoun out of the room. " I should like to find out,*" quoth mine host. " So should I," responded the stranger. " I don't know the liveries," said Mr. Owen Tudor. " Perhaps, a West-Indian planter and his son,"** continued the stranger. " The old gen- tleman looked very sallow, as if his liver had been touched by a hot climate." While they were thus conjecturing, the miller rode up to the Red Lion, on his shuffling Welsh pony. He was on his return from market ; had passed the carriage on the road before the repair of the broken spring was completed ; and VOL. I. G 122 THE PREMIER. had been passed by it, before he arrived at the Red Lion ; where, as was his " custom in the afternoon" every market day, he refreshed him- self with a pipe, and a draught of Mr. Owen Tudor's home-brewed. Being a man of an in- quisitive turn of mind, he had stopped long enough chatting with the servants and the wheelwright, to obtain that very information, the want of which was perplexing to mine host and the stranger, at the moment of his arrival. What followed we need not relate, except that the stranger, of whom more perhaps will be known hereafter, indulged in a very natural soliloquy upon the " singular coincidence," and upon " the lucky circumstance that he happen- ed to speak his real mind concerning Cranstoun, though he did not know him ;"*' winding up the whole with observing, " as Pope says," that " The thing he knew was neither strange nor rare ;" though he could not help wondering " How the Devil he came there !" THE PREMIER. 123 CHAPTER VII. We ended the last chapter with descrip- tion, " in little/' of one soliloquy ; we shall begin this with the recital, at full, of another ; but spoken more than two months afterwards, and by a very different sort of personage. There sits Sir George Ardent, in his library — alone — and reading. The book he holds in his hand is a volume of Young's works, containing his Night Thoughts. The morning is cold, dull, and gusty ; such a morning as fitly ushers in the miserable, misanthropic, spirit- depressing month of November. The sun is pursuing his glorious path in the heavens, but his cheerful beams cannot pierce the spongy canopy of grey, wet clouds that hover low and misty, over the fair earth. Fitfully, as the G 2 124 THE PREMIER. wind sweeps in flaws round the house, large drops of rain come plashing against the win- dow, precursors of the heavier storm that is to follow. Any one might be forgiven who, in such a day, should " hate and detest that animal called man, although he heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth."' And in such a day, any one who, like Sir George, had at all times a fretful impatience of the world, might be expected to feel that impatience deepen into absolute disgust. Sir George has thrown the volume from him, while repeating these lines : — *' Poor is thefriendless master of the world ! A world, in purchase of a friend, is gain." And walking up and down the room with a slow, meditative step, he thus moralizes the in- flated nonsense : — " So sings the poet ; but poetry is fiction, and such is theme ! A friend ! a miracle I Heaven never cast two human hearts in the same mould ; and where there is one discordant atom, perfect union is impossible. It is the self-martyrdom of the soul, to brood over delights of which we THE PREMIER. 125 persuade ourselves that we are susceptible, and to know we cannot taste them. Give me that philosophy, rather— that wholesome, though barren, philosophy which robs it of all its dearest hopes and sympathies, and schools it to a cynical acquiescence with this seeming world. I have dreamed too long. Age is stealing on me, ere my youthful fancies, the visions of my boyhood, are quenched. And shall I slip, at last, into the grave, a discon- tented guest at life's common feast ? It is the dotage of the mind. Men are round me. I am of human composition, yet the species give me no delight. My heart is solitary ; it cleaves to none save by the impulse of blood ; and in- stinct does as much for the gaunt wolf and the fierce hyena. I am not churlish, either. What, then, is the spell that hangs upon me ? — A proud sophistry, an idolatrous worship of that impure idol — self! Ay, this it is that holds me captive. I have adorned the chains which shackle me with fancy wreaths, so long, that now I view them as my decoration, and wink at the thraldom that dishonours me. Well, then, I'll henceforth smile upon the 126 THE PREMIER. world, entertain it as a friend, and when we part for good, it shall speak kindly of me in mine epitaph." There is a gentle tap at the door, — Sir George answers it : the next moment it opens, and Louisa enters. It is a marvellous thing to write, in this age, — but she has come to consult lier father upon a passage in — what ? The C2 f acetic^, and intended for publication after his death.) " I don't know how it is," he would sometimes observe, " that I never can get ready with an impromptu, or repartee, at the moment ; but give me time, and it comes directly. For ex- ample, I met a friend two months ago in Fleet Street. He said to me, ' Bobus, I have been very ill since I saw^ you last. I pined about like a waterman in a hard frost. I neither ate nor slept ; I was a walking spectacle, a perfect fright to look at.' I felt there was something good to be made out of this ; yet it was not till last night it struck me, I ought to have replied, ' I don't think you are quite recovered !' Do you see the point ? I hit it at last, didn't I ? And 'tis down now in my Silent Joker.'''' He had just published his halfguinea book, 182 THE PREMIER. and as he made it a rule to present a copy of his works to each of his customers, he came provided with his offering to Charles. The title of it was, " The Political Problem of Po- pulation ; or every Man the Master of his own Family ;'' and its object, to explain how exces- sive population in a country might be avoided. His method was simple ; and, as he said to Charles, while recommending a new silk pattern for a waistcoat, " I can assure you, Sir, I have proved its efficacy in my own practice : Mrs. Bobus is only eight-and-thirty ; we have been married twenty years ; and we have two fine children ; a son, nineteen, and a daughter who was eleven months old yesterday." Charles promised to read the book attentive- ly, professing that he was a decided enemy to the Malthusian system, and congratulating Bobus upon having entered the lists against him. " But I am surprised," he added, " how you find time to superintend your extensive concerns and cultivate literature so success- fully." " Bless you, Sir !" exclaimed Bobus, " how did Julius Caesar find time to write his Com- THE PREMIKR. 183 mentaries ? or the Great Frederick, to compose no less than twenty-five large octavo volumes ? or the immortal Sully to prepare his Memoirs ? or the illustrious Bacon to produce, according to his own enumeration, two hundred and forty- one distinct treatises, philosophical, historical, religious, and political ? The secret lies in a nutshell. It is, never to do nothing. 1 never do nothing. , And depend upon it, Caesar, and the rest of us, never did nothing; or they could not have done what they did." " Yes, Bobus," replied Charles, " but Caesar and the rest of you — here, stick a pin into this pattern — that shall be one of my waistcoats — Caesar and the rest of you, Bobus, did not court the Muses, except the great Frederick, indeed ; and we know what trouble Voltaire had with his Majesty's dirty linen. — Now, how do you manage with your inspired moments ? Do they come when they list, or do you set apart a particular hour for their visits ?"" " I generally woo the tuneful Nine," said Bobus, " from eight to nine, in the Bird-cage Walk. It is a handy distance from where I live ; and when the Horse Guards strikes the 184 THE PREMIER. four quarters, I am at home, and at my break- fast, in five minutes.'' " And that is your Parnassus, eh, Bobus ?'"* " Yes, that is my Parnass — I see you have got your finger upon a lovely brown for trow- sers — I made a pair the other da}^, for Colonel Froggatt, — it looks uncommonly well in the piece, and would match beautifully with the pattern you have chosen for a waistcoat."*' " Stick in a pin, then," said Charles. " But don't you sometimes find it awkward," he con- tinued, " when they are drilling the recruits ?" " I should, if I went among them," answered Bobus ; " but I keep close down in the ditch by the railing. You will think this an odd fancy, perhaps ; yet Rousseau, you remember, says, if he wanted to write an apostrophe to Liberty, he should prefer doing it in one of the dungeons of the Bastille ; and Cumberland celebrates the advantages of a high brick wall opposite your study window. The fact is, the mind concentrates itself immediately when not distracted by external objects ; and the concen- tration once accomplished, it would be insensible to the finest outward forms. — If I might be THE PREMIER. 185 allowed, I would direct your attention to that olive green; I have just finished a great coat of it for Lord Glanreidol, and a more elegant outer garment I never saw ; you can inspect it, if you please, before it goes home — I 'm sure you 11 approve of it."" " You are my Magnus Apollo in these mat- ters, Bobus, so clothe me in verdure. I liave been thinking of a title, and a motto, Bobus, for your next volume of poetry.'*'' " I never publish any thing in the poetical line," replied Mr. Bobus. '•'Then take my advice," said Charles gravely ; " publish immediately ; call it The first-born of the Muse, and with this line from Macbeth, in the title page, ' Ditch-delivered by a drab." " Mr. Bobus laughed, and secretly resolved to put that down as his own, in the Silent Joker. " But is it true," continued Charles, " that you never publish any thing in the poetical line ? I thought I recognised you the other day, in the ," naming the paper which received his philosophical and political lucu- brations. " Oh no,'*'' said Bobus, " that was by a young 186 THE PREMIER. friend of mine, who has a fine poetical vein. He was married last Sunday, at our parish church, St. Martin-in-the-Fields ; upon which occasion I composed a little piece the next morning, in the Bird-cage Walk. I shall be proud of the honour of submitting it to your judgment, if you will allow me, after you have fixed upon a pattern for your other waistcoat." " By all means," replied Charles ; for this was the very point to which he had been labouring to bring Bobus, who was somewhat bashful ' in the poetical line,' as he termed it. " I shall be delighted to hear it." Bobus drew from his pocket a folded sheet of embossed vellum* letter paper ; and after premising that he called it an " Epithalamium to a young Poet," read the following verses : — I. " In the truth Of thy youth, Thou must dedicate A few scattered lays To these fortunate days Which such pleasure create : THE PREMIER. 187 Sing the songs of the past From the first to the last, And like a true minstrel their value relate. II. For at length, In the strength Of thy will, Valiant son ! Thou hast won By thy skill ; The conquest is over — thy heart is united, And the dear little captive eternally plighted. III. I have seen, In the green Boughs of earth, Young blossoms at play In the innocent day. And checker the grass with mirth. So, when thou hadst met with thy maiden of feeling. Thy heart-strings were sweeten'd — thy transports revealing. IV. 'Twas a sight Of delight. To behold her in white, When she knelt at the altar with trembling : Like a dove. That is tutor'd above For her love, I thought her affection resembling. 188 THE PREMIER. V. For her bosom did sigh — And I saw in her eye A hurrying enaotion of fear ; Her beauty would go, Like roses from snow, To be gemm'd by Solicitude's tear : Yet when she had said Lawful rites to be wed, And had risen from hassock to duty ; Oh ! she blush'd at thy side Like a virginal bride, And her courage return'd her her beauty ! VI. May the golden ring For ever bring Bright thoughts to the giver and wearer ! May your hearts, as you go Through life's changes below. More closely unite to be dearer! VIL Then whate'er might befall, In freedom or thrall. Peril, sickness, misfortune, or pain ; Your triumph will rise To the courts of the skies, And eternity's happiness gain!" " Admirable !'' exclaimed Charles, when Bo- THE PRExMlER. 189 bus had finished. " What charming simpUcity ! and, at the same time, how full of fire and energy ! Let me see — don't you call the mea- sure you have used, dithyrambic P""* Bobus, who knew little about any kind of measures, except those he used when waiting upon a customer, but did not like to be thought ignorant of whatever related to the " poetical line," replied ofF-hand, — " Yes — I aimed at the dithyrambic ; but I had also another model in my eye."" " What may that have been ?" said Charles. " The Passionate Pilgrim of the sweet bard of Avon," replied Bobus. " Do you remem- ber t — " My flocks feed not, My ewes breed not, All is amiss : Love's denying, Faith's defying. Heart's renying, Causer of this : All my merry jigs are quite forgot ; All my lady's love is lost, God wot !" " I have not closely followed the original, because — '^ 190 THE PREMIER. " You were ambitious of being original your- self," interrupted Charles. " Exactly so," rejoined Bobus, and inwardly wished he had the power of saying such things on the spur of the moment. "• You must positively give me this copy of your Epithalamium," added Charles ; "I suppose it is not your only one ; and I ex- pect to meet some literary friends at dinner to-day, who will know how to appreciate its beauties.'' '' It is quite at your service, Sir," said Bobus, presenting it to Charles — ^' but may I beg one favour, or rather two ?'''' " Fifty, Bobus, if they are in my power to grant." " The first is, that you will not allow too many copies to be taken ; the second, that on no account you will m-ention the author's name. It might injure my * Political Problem of Po- pulation.' " " With regard to multiplying the copies, Bobus," replied Charles, " I should almost as willingly consent to the re-printing of an un- purchaseable old book, if I had one ; and as THE PREMIER. 191 to the author's name, upon my word, it is an even chance I shall not affect a politic mys- tery upon that subject, which may help me to pass for the writer myself." Bobus was proud of heart, and humbly took his leave. 192 THE PREMIER. CHAPTER XII. It has been said that the most important part of every woman's letter is the postscript ; as the king, who is the most important part of a state pageant, always comes last. Postscripts, nevertheless, have a slovenly appearance, as if the writer either did not know what he in- tended to say when he began, or was unable to express what should be said, in its proper place. They are as much a sign of awkward- ness or inattention, as though a man in dress- ing should begin with putting on his hat and gloves, and finish with his boots ; or a lady — but what pen shall dare profane the mysteries of the female toilet, by describing the order in which they are performed ? By this time the reader's curiosity is suffi- ciently awakened, I hope, to render him im- THE PREMIER. 193 patient for the reason of this brief disquisition upon postscripts. Let him then turn back to the correspondence between Louisa and her brother. " Have you done so ?''^ " Yes." — " You do not find a postscript to either of the letters.?" " No." — " Exactly. They were too well-bred to be guilty of such a plebeian vulgarity ; but in the epistle of Louisa, there is a little sentence at the very conclusion, which you have probably guessed to mean more than it appeared to do, from the manner in which Charles replies to it. The said sentence runs thus — ' How is Caroline Asper ? I long to see her.' " Now, Caroline Asper, besides being the dear and intimate friend of Louisa, was (as Louisa well knew) the dear and intimate friend of her brother also. But there was likewise such a person in the world as one Colonel Asper, a fine handsome fellow, with a mind as noble and commanding as his person, and cast in the perfect mould of all the stirring qualities which should animate the soldier. Nor was he the soldier merely. He had a martial presence and a chivalrous spirit for the camp, the field, the garrison ; and he had won renown in war. But VOL. I. K 194 THE PREMIER. the moment he unclasped his sword, there was the polished gentleman of refined society, the fascinating companion, the sound scholar, and the solid thinker. Last, not least, (and where- fore not least will appear presently,) he was only nine-and-twenty. " How is Caroline Asper ? I long to see her/' said Louisa in her letter. " You inquire so kmdly after Caroline," replied Charles, " that I cannot do less than return your kindness. How is her brother ?" — Surely, this seems very much like playing at cross-purposes. The sis- ter inquires of her brother after the sister, and the brother replies by inquiring of his sister, after the brother. Depend upon it, however, they understood each other. Depend upon it, Charles knew the question of Louisa to be as thoroughly what is called a fishing one, as was that of the boy at dinner, who said with a siffh, " I wish I had some salt .?"— " What do you want with salt, Dick .?" replied his father. " To have it ready for the mutton," quoth Dick, who had been cruelly overlooked in its distribution round the table. So true is the philosophical exclamation of the poet — THE PREMIER, 195 " How distant oft the thing we wish for most From that for which we wish !'' After this explanation, if the reader do not understand the meaning of these two passages in the letters aforesaid, as well as the writers themselves, I shall have no faith in the school- master being abroad. Colonel Asper and Caroline Asper were the only son and only daughter of old Brigadier- General Asper, a man of good family, and him- self lineally descended from that branch of the Aspers which settled in Lincolnshire, soon after the Conquest. They had still large hereditary possessions in the county, though not quite so extensive as formerly, when, according to tra- dition, not only the whole of Lincolnshire, but ample slices from Norfolk and Nottingham- shire constituted the feudal domain of the pow- erful Baron d'Haspur, in the reign of Henry the Second. How these multitudinous acres came to slip through the fingers of the Baron"'s posterity, was involved in the same obscurity of the middle ages, which precluded the possibility of discovering at what period the Norman ap- k2 196 THE PREMIER* pellation of D'Haspur was corrupted into the less imposing name of Asper. The General, who was proud of the anti- quity of his blood, and prouder still of the family loyalty, invariably maintained that his ancestors were stripped of Lincolnshire for their fidelity to the crown, let who would wear it ; so that at every fresh change of persons, away went some of the county, till, fortunately, the Revolution of 1688 put an end to so costly an allegiance, and his great grand-father, Roger Asper, was enabled to settle what then remained, upon his son Ralph, with a tolerable certainty of its no longer growing, like the shape of Prior's Emma, " fine by degrees, and beautifully less/' General Asper was a widower of sixty, and the most irascible of all God's creatures ; a tempera- ment which was periodically improved by vio- lent fits of the gout. If, as Johnson remarks, " the round of a passionate man's life is in con- tracting debts, in his passion, which his virtue obliges him to pay — spending his time in out- rage and acknowledgment, injury, and repara- tion," there is no question but that the General must, again and again, have taken the benefit THE PREMIER. 197 of an Insolvent Act. The wealth of Croesus, coined into virtue, would not have paid his debts of that kind for a single year. And then, the delightful air of sincerity with which he would protest, that he never went into a pas-. sion, always qualifying the assertion, indeed, by such a condition as Ben Jonson makes Shakspeare guilty of in the person of Julius Caesar, who "never did wrong but with just cause." So the General : — " When I do lose my temper, it is because I am provoked by seeing that other people can't keep theirs!"" But, when he talked of other people not being able to keep their temper, it must not be supposed he meant what the words imply. To say no to his yes, — to look a negative when he nodded ay, — to be in one room, if he wanted you in another, — to be out, when he expected to find you at home, — or the reverse of each of these offences, just as it might happen ; in short, the shadow of a shade of contradiction, be it in word, or act, or motion, or even silence itself, was all the evidence he required, that " other people could not keep their temper ;" and, of course, all the provocation that was necessary 198 THE PREMIER. for him to get into passion with " such passion- ate devils."" As General Asper was the most irascible, so Caroline Asper was perhaps the most gentle, of all God's creatures. It was no self-discipline, no habitual subjection of her own feelings to those of her father, which made her such. Meekness and timidity, the mild, unoffending spirit of a holy sister of charity, dwelt within her, as a part of herself It cost her no effort to exemplify, in her whole conduct, the great principle upon which Epictetus founded his doctrine of human happiness — Bear and Fo?^- bear. But this principle was not, in her, a cold, stoical apathy, an icy numbness of the heart, which usurps the praise of regulating passion when it only triumphs in its absence. It was simply the being contented with the mea- sure of felicity, such as it was, which might pre- sent itself, without one repining sigh idly wasted upon the thought that there was room for more. And there was added to this equanimity, this perfect repose of character, a serenity of tem- per, and a cheerfulness of disposition, that shed a constant sunshine over her manner. THE PREMIER. 199 The effect of her serenity and cheerfulness upon the rugged and impetuous temper of her father, was curious, but natural. Look at the ocean ! See with what fury the waves break against the jutting rocks that oppose them- selves to their increasing swell ! How they roar, and rage, and lash themselves into foam — while on the soft, gently sloping beach of sand, they ripple along, flowing over its smboth surface with murmuring music ! Just so did the chole- ric paroxysms of the GeneraFs infirmity sub- side into peace in the presence of his daughter ; and Caroline, who was unconscious of the secret spell she exercised over him, would sometimes not only wonder how it happened that others failed to do the same, but almost incline to his opinion, that when he did lose his temper it was entirely owing to the negligence of those who first lost their own. Deep waters are calm and noiseless as they flow ; but ?/ their depths be agitated, it is with fearful violence. Caroline was doomed to prove this truth ; to add one more to the many thou- sand instances upon record, or of daily occurrence, that there are, in every human heart, slumber- 200 THE PREMIER. ing feelings and passions, which once disturbed, enthrone themselves, in a moment, with despo- tic power. Trials she knew were preparing for her ; and she had a prophetic apprehension they would be severe ones ; while, in propor- tion as they were severe, she already seemed to foresee that her endurance of them, to the uttermost, would be the necessary consequence of that temperament which warred not with misfortune, but suffered patiently. During the last three or four years, Caroline had passed much of her time at Sir George Ardent's, when the family were in town ; and one whole summer she was a visitor at Ded- dington Park, accompanied by her brother, Colonel Asper. This was before Charles had succeeded to the legacy of his great-uncle, Simon Fogg, of Fogg Hall, in Glamorgan- shire; and of course before he had the power to indulge in those levities which had since made him too much a stranger at home. He was then about nineteen, and Caroline two years younger ; the very age for loving, " not wisely but too well." And they did love; and vows of eternal constancy \vere in- THE PREMIER. 201 terchanged ; and Charles, as might be expect- ed from his character, only prayed for one- and-twenty, that they might set off for Gretna Green, if there should be obstacles in the way of going regularly to the parish church ; while Caroline, as might be equally expected from her character, was content to know she loved and was beloved, almost without the wish, cer- tainly without the anticipation, of finding the husband of her future life in the idol of her present affections. Let no boy of almost nineteen (if the man- nish coxcombry of that isthmian state be not, like Coriolanus, of too proud a stomach to digest the name,) expect that he knows what he will do when he is one-and-twenty. Charles forgot, or renounced, one folly, in the pursuit of others ; and Caroline was spared the neces- sity of refusing (as she indubitably would have done) to elope with him. But her love was the same ; or if altered, it was only such a change as makes a miser's store more precious. Nor did Charles, amid all the seductive gaie- ties of his wild career, suffer one spot to tarnish the purity and constancy of his devotion for her. k5 202 THE PREMIER. Their opportunities of personal intercourse were fewer, indeed, than they had been, and limited almost exclusively to casual meetings in parties, or at the opera : but many a quire of rose-coloured paper had blushed, (in spite of what Cicero says,) with their mutual protesta- tions of undiminished attachment. And as, at nineteen, Charles only waited for one-and- twenty, to go to Gretna Green, so now, he only postponed, till his reconciliation with his father, presenting himself to the General as an avowed suitor for his daughter's hand in marriage. But meanwhile a formidable and distressing danger had grown up, with the nature of which we cannot make the reader better acquainted than in the language of Caroline herself, as contained in a letter from her to Louisa Ardent. — Here it is : " You are right, my dear Louisa ; I am changed. Your reproaches, too, are just. I ought not to have a grief concealed from the THE PREMIER. 203 one only friend who, till now, has been as much the mistress of all my thoughts, of all my hopes and fears, as I myself. I will redeem this error ; and when the cause of the alteration you have noticed is no longer a mystery, I shall find con- solation in your sympathy, if not advantage from your counsel. " Is it possible ? Do I falter at the first step ? " Have ^ou ever felt the difficulty, Louisa, of writing what you wish — not because you are unable to put your thoughts into words, but because you are afraid (if I may so express it) to see them in ivords ? It is a strange and fool- ish fear ; like that shrinking of the mind, which one sometimes experiences, to employ itself with ideas that suggest images of a too happy or a too mournful character. " Surely, I may spare myself this trial. Oh, yes ! I can fancy I hear you, as you read what I have written,- exclaiming with that quiet tone of half sympathetic, half satirical reproof which I have so often witnessed, ' Silly girl ! what a parade of preparation is here, to disclose, in a few set phrases, a secret which has been told 20% THE PREMIER. long ago in silent confessions of the soul V And then, Louisa, you would add, ' I know she — loves him I ' " Ought I not to be ashamed of this trifling ? Forgive it ; it is unworthy of i/ou, while it de- rogates from every motive which my heart re- cognised as worthy of itself, when I resolved to lay open to you its inmost recesses. In the severe simplicity of truth, I will execute my in- tention. '' I have received — I have returned — the love of your unhappy brother Charles. I call him unhappy, because I know he must be so, (in defiance of all mere outward seeming to the contrary,) while he is banished from the pre- sence of Sir George. Ever since that beautiful summer which I passed at Deddington Park, we have lived for each other. Ah, Louisa ! all the mischief was done then, though I did not think so at the time. Then it was, that I entered into a new state of being, that I was born into a new world ! How vividly I can recall, even to the minutest circumstance, all the change that was wrought in me ! I seemed a thing of spiritual life. I trod the earth like a creature THE PREMIER. 205 of another element ; and every object by which I was surrounded appeared as if it had under- gone a change as miraculous as my own. There was more beauty, and harmony, and loveliness in creation than I had ever discovered before. The excitement was too intense, too overpower- ing, to last. In the calmer but more enduring felicity which followed, I was able to under- stand the delusion. I perceived that, in the ecstasy of my own feelings, I had flung their bright hues upon the world around me ; even as a prism clothes all things with artificial brilliancy. But they were moments of deli- cious and transporting dreams ! " You will accuse me, I fear, if not in words, at least silently, of deception, that I should ne- ver till now have made this confession. Ah, my dear Louisa ! the heart that once loves will brave the suspicion of treachery towards the whole world, rather than he treacherous to the one idolized being who is its only world. We had sworn holy vows upon the altar of our af- fection, not to acknowledge our mutually-plight- ed troth till the hour when every thing should be auspicious to our hopes. 206 THE PREMIER. " And has that auspicious hour arrived, methinks I hear you ask ? Alas, no ! but the hour of danger is approaching, and as I see it advance nearer and nearer, my soul faints with- in me, and my spirits droop. I have no skill to hide feelings which are torturing me night and day. If I had, you, my Louisa, would not have told me I am changed, nor reproached me with unkindness for withholding from you the cause of that change. And then, too, I per- haps had never written this letter. " You know Mr. Spencer. You think highly of him. You even admire his character in some things, and you allow that he is unexception- able in personal appearance, in fortune, and in family connexions. You know, too, that I am of the same opinion as yourself upon all these points. But what you do not know, and what I would to God I had never been doomed to know, is, that after a few trifling attentions and civilities, which I regarded in no other light than as the customary courtesies of society, he has formally proposed himself to my father as my suitor, and ha3 been accepted ! " Heavens and earth ! What a situation is THE PREMIER. 207 mine ! Irresolution has undone me ! Why did I not confess that situation to my father, when he informed me of Mr. Spencer's proposal.^ Why did I shrink from acquainting your bro- ther with that proposal ? Why have I not, ere now, thrown myself upon the honour and gene- rosity of Mr. Spencer, and told him I neither have, nor ever can have, a heart or hand for him ? " I ask myself these questions incessantly, and find, or seem to find, a reason which satis- fies me I have done right in abstaining from arty of the courses they point out. The violent temper of my father, and his high sense of honour, would equally impel him to condemn 7ne, and adhere to the implied conditions of his acceptance of Mr. Spencer's proposal. When I think of Charles, and a rivals (though but in name,) I shudder at the too probable conse- quences. And with regard to Mr. Spencer him- self, I feel that there icould be humiliation in receiving from his pity (for such / should con- sider it) a release ; or from his condescension, (a thought more galling still,) permission to be mistress of my affections ! 208 THE PREMIER. '' Besides, do I yet know him enough to be certain that offended pride might not take the shape of studied malice, and that, even though he renounced all hope for himself, he might find a vindictive delight in persecuting me ? Per- haps I do him frightful injustice. But surely he has partly incurred it by his conduct. " Good God ! Has he no eyes, or are they blinded by his unfortunate passion for me ? Can he not read in all my words, in my every look and action, since he has come near me in his new character, a marked difference from what I was when I looked upon him merely as an agreeable acquaintance ? Is there, in language, power to express an aversion half so withering to what should be the feelings of an elevated mind in his situation, as the humid eyes, wet with tears hastily wiped away, with which I received him, in my father's presence, the first time he came after his proposals had been accepted ? Has he, since, seen me smile, or heard from my lips any thing but sighs ? And does it need words to interpret the meaning of these things ? It seems it does. And therefore I should have my fears of him, if I could bring myself to use them. THE PREMIER. 209 " True, he is respectful, and lavishes his at- tentions upon me with a refined and delicate manner, to which I cannot be insensible. So much the worse. So much the worse, too, that he is what he is in all other respects. Were he presuming, coarse, obtrusive, objectionable in person, unamiable in temper, deficient in accom- plishments, my wretchedness might find a refuge in feelings which would arm me with a resolu- tion not depending, as it now does, upon my so- litary will. Alas ! he has so many virtues, so many excellent qualities, that were / not as I am, I could wish him no other than he is; but being as I am, I devoutly deplore that he is without the only quality which can save me from much, much bitter misery — the sagacity to see that he is trampling upon a heart which he may break, but can never possess. " Thus, my dear Louisa, have I performed what I undertook, and laid open to you the in- most recesses of that heart. It is a house of mourning now : a sad and troubled dwelling. But I can bear much, and patiently. What is to come of the situation in which I am placed, I 210 THE PREMIER. know not, save this, that I am your brother's — or the grave's ! All beyond, I leave to Heaven. *' And now, Louisa, I lay down my pen with this one injunction — Your finger on your lips ! I would not, for worlds, that a single syllable were breathed of what I have written. At least not now. There may come a time when I shall wish it otherwise : but till then, be faithful, and into my ears only pour your thoughts upon the trials that await your unhappy friend ! Adieu ! " C. A." Charles was sitting with Louisa when this letter arrived. She read it, without saying from whom it came. Its contents affected her even to tears. Earnestly, but in vain, he pressed to know the cause of her emotion. She did not evade, she denied his entreaties ; not concealing, however, that he was himself deeply interested in the subject. This was hardly fair ; but then, as Louisa said when Charles complained of it, " revenge is sweet," and he had been teazing her the whole evening, about a matter in which she herself was deeply interested. THE PREMIER. 211 CHAPTER XIII. "Do you remember," said Sir George Ar- dent, one morning to Louisa, as they were walking by themselves in Kensington Gardens, *• a certain coaversation which took place in the library at Deddington Park, when you, like another Theophrastus, became a moral painter of our friends ?" " Perfectly well," replied Louisa, " and I recollect, you thought my pencil somewhat free, and my colouring rather too strong.*" " I should have done so," rejoined Sir George, " had I understood you by the letter. But it just now occurs to me, there was one very particular friend, whose character you did not attempt on that occasion. I mean Colonel Asper."*" 212 THE PREMIER. " What has put the Colonel into your head, I wonder ?" said Louisa, in a tone of calm in- difference, as she disentangled the silk fringe of her parasol, which she suddenly perceived was twisted into an ugly knot. " Why, we are apt to think of any person who has given us pleasure," answered Sir George ; " and I hardly remember ever to have passed a more agreeable evening than I did yesterday in the ColonePs company." There was an unusual brilliancy in Louisa's eyes at that moment, a sparkling animation in her whole countenance, from which any one might have supposed she was as much pleased with what her father said, as he could have been with whatever Colonel Asper had said the preceding evening. " Really," continued Sir George, " 1 con- sider the Colonel a very superior kind of man. I mean no disrespect to a profession which has, in all ages, exhibited some of the noblest qualities in the human character, when I add, that Colonel Asper gives me the impres- sion of an individual greatly surpassing what I have commonly found (and always expect to THE PREMIER. 213 find) in a young man whose habits have been formed upon those of a military life." Deeper and deeper still, glowed the face of Louisa with an expression of radiant delight. Her features were bathed in joy — thrilling, silent, mysterious joy ; for she hardly knew wherefore she was glad. " I have sometimes thought,^' resumed Sir George, after a pause, when he found he was to have all the conversation to himself, " there were resemblances between the character of Colonel Asper, and that perfect mirror of chi- valry, endowed by nature, in her prodigality, with all her gifts — Sir Philip Sidney. It would be gross flattery, or mere dotage, were I to say the general grandeur of Sidney"'s mind is to be found in Colonel Asper'*s. The space that divides them is wide, very wide. Besides, Sidney himself, born in this age, could not have been the astonishing object of admiration he was in his own, because he would have wanted the moral temperature, and political soil, if I may so express myself, necessary to produce and ripen the rare qualities with which he was endued. For the same reason, had he 214 THE PREMIER. lived in these artificial times, when it is the business of every man to make his head predo- minate over his heart, he would not, I fear, have fixed a friend in such homage to his vir- tues, that, like Sir Fulke Greville, he would have been ambitious of no other epitaph upon his monument, than one which recorded he was ' friend to Sir Philip Sidney/ " At any other time, Louisa would have eager- ly entered into a discussion upon the merits of Sir Philip Sidney, for they were often the theme of her enthusiastic eulogies. But some- how or other, she did not find the same charm in the subject now. She cared less about Sir Philip himself, than about the parallel which had been begun ; or rather, she felt much as a person might be supposed to feel, listening to another who was describing the amount of an intended gift, if the anticipated donor were suddenly to illustrate the influence of the pre- cious metals with reference to the real wealth of nations. It is not surprising, therefore, that all she had to say to her father's philosophical estimate of the difference between what Sir Philip Sidney was, and what he must have been THE PREMIER. 215 had he lived in the nineteenth instead of the sixteenth century, consisted of these two words, (most Hstlessly elongated in their utterance) — '' Very true !" And she cast her eyes upon the ground, as if the well, at the bottom of which Truth is said to abide, were at her feet, and she herself in search of her. Sir George smiled and continued : " To which part of my discourse," said he, '* am I to apply your laconic approbation — to the beginning, which graced Colonel Asper with some of the attributes of Sidney upon a reduced scale, or to the end, which stripped Sidney himself of many of those attributes upon the supposition of his being now alive?" *' What a question !"' exclaimed Louisa. This was one of those expletive answers, which are so convenient to give time for considering a better. " I see nothing so very extraordinary in it," replied Sir George. " Nothing so very extraordinary!" echoed Louisa, who was not yet ready. " No," rejoined her father. " Nor I either,*' said she, laughing ; for 216 THE PREMIER. now she saw her way out of the dilemma. " And that is just the reason why it surprised me. You remember what Junius says to Sir William Draper, about asking questions ? I think there's always something startling in having a question suddenly popped at one. You naturally sus- pect that more is meant than meets the ear; that questions, like misfortunes, seldom come alone ; that the first is only a special messenger sent before to announce the rest : and so, with a sort of instinctive caution, you give him a doubtful reception. If I had stolen a purse, and were asked, point blank, whether I had sto- len it, I should answer neither yes nor no, but exclaim, ' Well, I am sure ; I suppose you take me for a thief !"* " '" Borrowing a hint from your ingenious the- ory of question and answer," replied Sir George, " I think I may exclaim, ' Well, I am sure ; I suppose you take me for a ' " " Hush !" interrupted Louisa playfully, " I know what you were going to say. But you forget ; you have not been put upon your trial by being asked whether you are- " " Poor Colonel Asper !'* cried Sir George. THE PREMIER. 217 Louisa grew serious again immediately. " He will never have such another oppor- tunity of being sketched in subdued colours, borrowed from the canvas of Sir Philip Sidney ; unless, indeed, you are of my opinion, and take the pencil, for I know you are a fervent admirer of the great original." " There might be danger,'" said Louisa in a voice slightly agitated, " that my colouring would not be so subdued as yours ; perhaps I should produce a facsimile, instead of a slight imitation." " You are agitated, my child," replied Sir George tenderly. " I am !" answered Louisa with increased emotion. " And why r Louisa was silent. " It is so, then," he continued, " and I have guessed rightly. Colonel Asper was the promp- ter, when you discoursed so eloquently of love in the conversation to which I have already referred. He has awakened in thy youthful bosom that dangerous passion which or makes or mars your life." VOL. I. L 218 THE PREMIER. " I will not deny," said Louisa more calmly, " what I cannot conceal, even from myself — it is as you have guessed.*" " More than that," added Sir George. " It is as I could wish, choosing between will and necessity. I am a fastidious and severe reader of man ; but I have seen nothing in the volume which Colonel Asper has opened for my perusal, that I would desire to alter or expunge." " Oh God ! what a happy creature I am !" exclaimed Louisa, with a passionate fervour of expression that thrilled through her father's heart. " May that God you call to witness your felicity now, so order it in his mercy, that what is to come shall be for thy continued happi- ness !" was the no less fervent exclamation of Sir George. " That cannot be, alas f said Louisa in a dejected tone, and wiping hastily away the tears that had started into her eyes, " for too cer- tainly there will be a time when I shall only have the recollection of t/ouv approval to bless and comfort me." " Come, come," said he, pressing his daugh- THE PREMIER. 219 ter's hand, " we have pleasanter thoughts to entertain ; true though it be, that the mind is ever prone to think of sad things when it is least sad, as if there were then a warning voice within us which whispered to the glad heart, ' To-morrow, and thou shalt rejoice no more !' I must let you into a secret. I told you I passed a very agreeable evening yesterday in the Colo- nePs company, and, I '11 answer for it, he will not say less in praise of his companion. The fact is, we were certain of being mutually enter- taining, because we talked, for the better part of two hours, upon a subject mutually attrac- tive. I shall not repeat our conversation, know- ing, as I do, you will have more pleasure in hearinc^ it from him. But there is one thine: he may be too modest to tell, which is, that I am proud of your choice, my child ; and it is only because you are my child, I suppose, that I like the Colonel's choice still better.'" What music there is in words that give us back the echo of our own thoughts ! How sweet it is to listen to them, when they express the very image of our hopes, and confirm the deepest desires and wishes of our heart ! But L 2 220 THE PREMIER. oh ! how tenfold sweet and musical they are, when they flow from tongues, which from our very cradles have spoken to us the only accents of praise or reproof that could cheer or depress our spirits. This was now Louisa''s enviable situation. An applauding world could not have com- pensated, in her mind, for one look or sentence of disapprobation from her beloved father. How perfect and entire, therefore, must have been her happiness to find, that on so momen- tous a question as the bestowal of her affec- tions, she had not forfeited, had not even ba- lanced, that approbation. She had, as it were, seen with his eyes, judged with his judgment, and acted with his will. It was the sudden inrush of feelings which this discovery pro- duced, that made her exclaim with such an ecstasy of delight, " Oh God ! what a happy creature I am !" And the same feelings, in their calmer and more reflective state, denied to her, at the moment, all power of expressing them. Sir George, however, soon relieved her from their thraldom, by introducing the subject of THE PREMIER. 221 Caroline Asper, as they were returning home in the carriage. She had always been a great favourite with him ; and he had of late fre- quently adverted, with much sympathy, to her apparent dejection of spirits. Louisa could only join in his sympathy, without explaining the cause of Caroline's affliction ; but from the tenor of his sentiments then, as well as on former occasions, she fancied she saw reason to hope that, if there should be need of a powerful and zealous advocate, Caroline might, perhaps, unexpectedly find one in Sir George. 222 THE PREMIER. CHAPTER Xiy. When Charles told Mr. Peter Augustus Bobus, he expected to meet some literary friends at dinner, who would be able to appre- ciate the poetical beauties of his Epithalamium, poor Bobus little dreamed of what was to follow. Three weeks afterwards, as he was coming out of his parish church, St. Martin- in-the-Fields, he was accosted by his neighbour, Mr. Green, the silversmith, in these words : " Why, friend Bobus, I did not know you wrote poetry." " Yes, I sometimes amuse myself a little in that line, but it is always under the rose,"" said Bobus. " Do you call it under the rose,"" replied !Mr. Green, " when it is in print with your name ?^'' "What do you mean .^" cried Bobus — " what THE PREMIER. 223 do you mean, Green ?" twitching his watch- chain violently, and looking utterly aghast. " Mean ?" echoed Mr. Green ; " wh}'^, there you are as large as life, in The Scorpion of this morning : an Epi something, (for it's a d d cramp word,) to a young Poet, by Peter Augustus Bobus, Esq." " l^ord God !" exclaimed Bobus, " you are joking r " If there's any joke, I don't see it,'^ replied Green. " Whether ^ou are the Bobus that is meant, you must know best ; for of course you know whether you ever wrote an Epi — thid- mum, or some such thing, to a young Poet, and sent it to the Scorpion." "I send it ! You have my authority, Green, to contradict it, in every quarter where it may be asserted. I never sent any thing in the poetical line to a paper, in my life." " But did you write it ?" asked Mr. Green. " I don't know that I did, till I see it," an- swered Bobus. " Well, you need not be ashamed of it, if you did," said Mr. Green. " Both I and Mrs. G. thought it uncommon good. Mrs. G. in 224 THE PREMIER. particular admired something about a ' sight of delio-ht to see her in white ;' and a ' virginal bride taking courage.' I say, Bobus, that was coming it rather strong, though, wasn't it ?" " I am satisfied !" exclaimed Bobus, like an- other Cato. " It is it !" and bidding his friend Green good-morning, he hurried off to the Scor- pion Office, where, before he bought the paper, he saw, with indescribable dismay, these words, in staring capitals, on the printed placard out- side the door, — " A poetical tailor — Peter Au- gustus Bobus, Esq.'' Nevertheless, he entered — paid his seven-pence — crammed " The Scor- pion" into his pocket — ran home — and all but swooned when he saw the identical Epithala- mium, of which the only copy he had given to man, woman, or child, was that which he pre- sented to Charles. Leaving it to the reader's imagination to conceive the bitterness of Bobus's feelings at this astounding calamity, as well as the piteous complaints he made next day to Charles, we shall proceed to explain how it happened. Charles was a member of The SCORPION Club; so called, because the founders of it THE PREMIER. 225 were the persons who had succeeded in estab- lishing the celebrated journal of that name, in which, as we have just seen, Bobus was " shown up/' The president of this club was one Elias Northcott, of whose birth, parentage, and edu- cation, all that has ever transpired is to be found in the inaugural speech he delivered on the oc- casion of his elevation to the presidential chair. " Gentlemen,'" said he, " I am the more proud of the honour you have conferred upon me, be- cause I feel that I am indebted for it entirely to such personal claims as you have been pleased (however partially) to recognise in me. Neither aristocratic influence nor family con- nections can be flung in my face. My father, (Heaven bless him ! whoever he was, and where- ever he is !) I never happened to see; and this ignorance has saved me from innumerable brawls and squabbles ; for I am always fearful of getting into a quarrel, lest I should uncon- sciously be guilty of parricide by getting into a duel. As to my mother, having discharged her duty by me, in bringing me into the world, she left the world to take care of me, by going out of it herself. But she bequeathed me all L 5 226 THE PREMIER. mankind for my brothers and sisters ; all nature for my inheritance. With this ample patrimo- ny, and with such numerous relaticDs, you may guess I wanted nothing but an introduction to my kindred, and a good title to my estates. The first, I always carry in my face ; the se- cond, in my heart ; for I never see a rich man, but I own him, if my pocket is empty ; nor an ample domain but I possess it, in imagination." Elias, besides being the president of the club, was virtually, though not avowedly, the princi- pal writer in the paper published by the Club. From the peculiar piquant nature, indeed, of many of the articles which appeared, it was unanimously resolved, by the committee of management, that a well-grown Munsterman should be hired, at two guineas a-week, to sit in tlie office from ten till four, Sundays except- ed, and answer all applications that might be made .for a private interview with the editor. Such a representative was soon found, in the person of Cornelius Cailaghan, who stood six feet three without his shoes, and measured two feet five across the shoulders. To give due effect to these proportions, the THE PREMIER. 227 room into which visitors were shown, who had any thing pugnacious in their appearance, or mysterious in their manner; who came with bamboos in their hands, or had their coats but- toned up, as if to conceal one of those flexible articles called horsewhips, was a little, snug, retired closet at the back of the premises ; so that when Mr. Cornelius Callaghan entered, carrying, as he always took care to do, a remarkably fine root of a crab-tree under his arm, as if he had just come in from a walk, or was just going out to take one, an impres- sion was produced which invariably had the effect of leading to amicable explanations. " Are you the editor of The Scorpion .^" — asked in a tone and with a look, which bespoke a sudden oozing out of valour — (especially when the querist happened to be like the " cutty sark" of Burns's " winsome wench,*" in " longi- tude sorely scanty,") was sure to be followed by pathetic complaints, or gingerly remonstrances, instead of warlike demonstrations. Next in dignity to Elias was Mathew Bounce, Esq., the vice-president. Bounce was once a member of the corij^ dramatique, as it is 228 THE PREMIER. proper we should call that distinguished body of persons ; but not happening to be a great artist^ in any one of the histrionic branches, (for he had begun with tragedy, and ended with farce, thus inverting the order of his am- bition,) he followed the example of those who, being dunces at school, set up afterwards for schoolmasters, and established himself as a theatrical preceptor. A vulgar notion prevails among some people, that a man can only teach what he knows ; but if this were really the case, who would be a teacher, when he might do so much better for himself by practising what he teaches ? The true province of an instructor, on the contrary, is to wait modestly on nature. If the pupil have a sufficient quantity of that of which every body has some, in the present age — genius, leave him alone ; he will be sure to get on : but if he be stinted in his allowance, then let the teacher fall to work, and fill up the vacuum with something. And where that is the case, it would be strange, indeed, if it did not suc- ceed ; for when there is nothing, we all know that a little goes a great way. THE PREMIER. 229 This was the plan upon which Bounce went ; and his success was prodigious. He was uni- versally allowed to be the most complete master, in preparing candidates for the stage, that had ever appeared ; and the only drawback that his bitterest enemies could allege, (for he had his enemies, like all great men,) was, that his system had too much preparation and too little finish. Every now and then there was a formal an- nouncement in the newspapers of some Garrick, or Siddons, or Jordan, whom he was preparing for a debut ; but the debut came not ; or if it did, the discerning part of the public unfortunately stayed at home that night, and all Mr. Bounce's preparation was thrown away. Once, indeed, he was as lucky as the angler mentioned by Dr. Franklin, who sat, like " Pa- tience on a monument,*" for thirteen hours on the banks of the Delaware, and had a " glorious nibble," about sunset. A performer was sud- denly taken ill (as certain of them are apt to be towards evening) : a pupil of Bounce's, who had been several years studying confidence for first- rate characters, by unostentatiously represent- ing those that required no confidence at all, was 230 THE PRExMIER. deputed to read the part. " I know every word of it," said the undiscovered Garrick to the ma- nager. "Well, Sir, and what then ?" "Why, had I not better do it without book .^" — " No, Sir; do it with book." "That's very odd !"— "Not at all, Sir ; I know you can read, and I know you can't act : and it is my duty to give the public every man's best." When Bounce heard this, he ob- served, it was " one of the nearest hits that had ever happened to a candidate of his preparing.'''' It is hardly necessary to add, that the peculiar province of Mathew Bounce, in The Scorpion, was the " Theatricals." These he did to admi- ration, from a critique at full length, to an epi- grammatic paragraph of Green-Room chit-chat. Associated with Elias and Mathew was Alfred Andrew Potts, a poet, and the author of three duodecimo volumes, entitled " Fugitive Flowers from Fairy Land." Mr. Potts was mar- ried ; and Mrs. A. A. Potts was herself a poet- ess. Her name was to be found in many of the principal periodical publications (for her muse did not venture to go alone yet) ; and having some taste in music, several of her effusions were " married to immortal" notes of her own THE PREMIER. 231 composing. The most popular of these was a lit- tle ballad, called " The Mother's A. B. C," be- ginning, " A was an angel, and so is my Anne ;"" and going through the alphabet after the manner of that ancient metrical catalogue of abecedarian exploits so familiar to our nursery recollections. Mr. Alfred A. Potts wore his shirt-collar a la Byron, and Mrs. A. A. Potts her hair a la Sappho; and when Mr. Potts's eye, " in a fine frenzy roll- ing,"" denoted that he was about to "glance from earth to heaven, and from heaven to earth," Mrs. Potts took her harp, and played divine airs to fill him with diviner thouo^hts. It was thus he wrote some of the finest thino[s that ever fell from the pen of Alfred Andrew Potts. But it must not be concealed, that, in spite of his great poetical genius, of which no man was more thoroughly convinced than himself, Mr. Potts was an arrant coxcomb — an insufferable cox- comb ; a mere swollen bladder of vanity, floating along the puddle of a little applauding circle, who thought him, what he thought himself, the Petrarch of his age. " For a confirmation of this fact," as the newspapers say, the reader is referred to the columns of The Scorpion, which 232 THE PREMIER. contain Mr. Potts's criticisms upon his own works, (besides numerous specimens of the works themselves,) and to all the other critical journals of the day conducted by Mr. Potts's friends. Next, and last, was Benjamin Dumpkopf, by descent a German, but by birth an Englishman, a person of easy address, of pleasing man- ners, and (in a small way) of lively conversa- tion. His department was omnifarious. He could turn an epigram ; manufacture a string of puns ; give a point to a dull joke ; disfigure an old one so as to make it pass for new ; dish up a tale of scandal with or without ribald allusions ; and " do smart paragraphs" upon any subject. He gained prodigious applause, during the memorable period of the Caroline fever, by two pieces he wrote, and which, as they are short, shall be here introduced, to give them that immortality they really de- serve. The first ran thus : — " If matches, as folks say, were made in heaven, The Queen had to the Alderman been given ; For clearly, nothing makes a match so good, As hrimstone with infianmiatory WoodS^ The other was entitled " An Extract from the THE PREMIER. 233 Botanical Garden, a new poem, addressed to Her Majesty/' " What sound is tliat beneath the tree ? — 'Tis only the hum of the old Queen Bee ; And there her buzzing legions come, Extracting honey from the Broom. How is it that the Broom is found In such black, boggy, shady ground ? I thought it flourish'd far and wide Upon the northern mountain's side. Yes ; but this species is not good, And here we call it Under-ivood.'^ It was maliciously said at the time, by those who love to deprive merit of its due, that Mr. Dumpkopf did not write these himself, but re- ceived them secretly from a gentleman who then belonged to the Government, and who was celebrated for his ready wit. Mr. Dumpkopf, however, put down the injurious calumny at once, by making an affidavit before the Lord Mayor of his sole right to the authorship. These four distinguished individuals, Elias Northcott, Mathew Bounce, Esq., Alfred An- drew Potts, and Benjamin Dumpkopf, were the awful WE of The Scorpion. They were also the founders of The Scorpion Club, which 234 THE PREMIER. (besides themselves) consisted of six-and-thirty members, who dined together once a-week, when, in addition to the usual conviviality of such meetings, there were generally volunteer contributions of some kind or other for the en- suing number of the paper. Charles had only recently been enrolled among the number, at the earnest solicitation of one of his wild com- panions, who expatiated with such eloquence upon the fine study which it presented of cha- racter and life, that, without reflecting whether his own character would be raised, or his life bettered, by the association, he at once consent- ed to join it. Not that there were any absolute roues be- longing to the club ; but most of them were persons with second-hand reputations, — charac- ters a little soiled, rather the worse for wear, and at a depreciated price, consequently, in the market. But Charles, who believed he could handle pitch without being defiled, and who, moreover, intended, from the first, only to take a snack, not a full meal, of the motley repast, felt no alarm. He had, too, a keen relish of character, and an eager desire, on THE PREMIER. 235 occasions, to see life under any form in which it had not yet presented itself to him; and as there were at least some whom he knew to stand fair in the world's opinion, among the Scorpions, he considered he ran no great hazard in being seen where they did not hesitate to show themselves. The Scorpions themselves, indeed, laid claim to a very exalted kind of virtue, — that of con- stituting a new sect of militant moralists, whose business it was to castigate vice with a fearless hand, to denounce corruption, whatever shape it might assume, and to drag profligacy before the public eye, though it might be clothed in robes of purple. Charles was, for a time, the dupe of these pretensions ; or rather, he was their passive disciple, for he did not give him- self the trouble to scrutinize their real quality. But a conversation he held with Colonel Asper, and the affair of Bobus's Epithalamium, which followed almost immediately, had the effect of completely enlightening him upon the subject. 236 THE PREMIER. CHAPTER XV. " You ought to be a Scorpion,'' observed Charles to the Colonel, " if for no other reason than that you so often carry a sting in the tail of what you say." " That should seem to be reason, rather, for remaining as I am,'* replied the Colonel. " But come, — I have long wished to have a regular argumentation with you upon this same subject of the Scorpions, and the fine eulogy you have just lavished upon the pseudo morality of such publications as The Scorpion, is a fair challenge. Now, in the first place, as to the cui bono ? I suspect we are not much more degenerate than our forefathers, and that Vice, though she may have changed her name in some things, has not changed her nature. I suspect, for instance, a THE PREMIER. 237 fop of Queen Elizabeth^s time was just the same unmeaning thing as a modern dandy ; I doubt whether adultery was committed with a jot more grace and decorum than at present ; while I am very much inclined to think the more homely vices had in them a brutality and coarseness which the refinement of these days has banished from society." " Granted,'' said Charles, settling himself in his chair with the air and gravity of a Lord Chancellor at the opening of a knotty case. " Yet," continued the Colonel, " were men to judge of the enormity or frequency of crimes now, from the indignant zeal with which they are reprobated by our pseudo moralists, we must conclude that the present age is sunk in abominations beyond what has ever been re- corded of England ; and which can be parallel- ed only in the infamous orgies of Rome in her decline, as described by Juvenal, or of Italy in the middle ages, governed by her priest- hood, as pourtrayed in the licentious pages of Boccaccio." " Good I" ejaculated Charles, gracefully ap- 238 THE PREMIER. plying a small portion of the contents of an elegant gold snuff-box to his nose. ^^ Good ! —Proceed." Colonel Asper smiled, and went on. "This, then, is the question. Are we so very immoral a people ? Or, have we among us a class of persons who fatten upon the offals of vice, as the vulture feeds upon carrion ?'''' " That is the question," responded Charles, with a new reading of Shakspeare. " I answer, that as we excel our progenitors in all the accomplishments of private life, in all the pursuits of science and philosophy, in all the improvements of art, and in all that distin- guishes a highly civilized, from a rude and bar- barous, age, — so we excel them no less in the chastened current of our actions, which has worked itself clear, in its progress, from much of the impurity that defiled it at its outflow." " Q. E. D. as my old tutor used to say with an inimitable snuffle." " If then this be the fact—" " Ay, zf," interrupted Charles. " Hear me out," said the Colonel. " If I THE PREMIER. 239 say this be the fact, to what shall we ascribe the origin of our new sect of public censors ? Will it be asserted that they are persons of such exalted purity, with minds so exquisitely attuned to moral harmony, that they cannot look upon the vices and follies of the age with pity or resentment merely, but are driven, by the strong impulse of virtue, to arraign them at the bar of public opinion ?'' " I think not," said Charles. " Well, then, can we urge in their behalf that they are influenced by an honest regard for the commonweal ? No : for they pass by un- touched, or touch with a light and treacherous hand, those by whose example the million are most swayed. Is it that the vices they do re- probate are of so flagitious a character, so de- structive of private happiness, and exercise so malignant an influence over the sheltered walks of domestic life, that they strike at the very foundations of society ? No : for they turn from the bloated carcass whose whole mass is infected, fix upon a diseased limb, dissect that, and sacrifice the body while they cauterise a 240 THE PREMIER. local affection. Where then must we look for the motives of this seemingly virtuous and pious warfare.'^" " I don't think you want any assistance,""* said Charles ; " you appear to be making your approaches towards a discovery with admirable generalship. — Pray, go on.'" " We have sought them,'' continued the Co- lonel, who was now getting too serious with his subject to be diverted from it by his friend's raillery, "but we have sought them vainly, in the austere purity of these militant morahsts, in their patriotism, and in their reverence for the sacred charities of the domestic circle. There is, however, one hidden recess, one loathsome dungeon, one foul corner, into which we have not looked. Let us explore it. What do we behold there ? A hideous, de- formed, and unsightly monster, of cadaverous aspect, with hollow eye, and hands that clutch unceasingly at heaps of visionary gold. Her name is Gain ! And on her right hand sits a squalid form lapping gall, whose bloated skin and blistered tongue show that the food she de- lights in, while it poisons her frame, makes her THE PREMIER. 241 hateful to herself. He?' name is Malice. Is my allegory intelligible ?" " Perfectly,'' answered Charles. " It needs no gloss or comment. But I cannot make the application.'' " Then I will do it for you," replied Colonel Asper. " Look at the hireling and prostituted moralists who make their market of the vices they profess to condemn. They are loud, and coarse, and brutal, in their reproofs, because it is all rank delusion. They would do as much for vice, pay them better ; pay them to their utmost, give them the price of silence, and public virtue might be corroded to its centre, ere they would cry — ' To your tents, oh Israel !' They have no interest in society, but as they can extract from its rottenness the wages of their sordid calling. Toss down to them their sorry morsel, and they devour it without lift- ing their eyes to see from what hand it comes. The very manner in which they discharge their self-imposed duties, betrays their aim. Coarse and revolting epithets — indiscriminate attack — disproportioned warmth — furious anathema — wilful exaggeration — contempt of truth — and VOL. 1. M 242 THE PREMIER. bitter inferences maliciously wrung from dis- torted facts, are their prescriptive weapons." " But if pernicious vices or corrupting follies are actually combated by these hireling moralists, as you term them," said Charles, " might you not as justly condemn the physician who looks for his fee for curing the natural body, as they who gain their livelihood by curing the body politic ?" " Bah !" exclaimed the Colonel. — " What are the vices, what are the follies, they single out ? Do they fly at noble quarry ? Do they aim at patrician vice? Do they humble the proud offender ? Do they strip the mask from the guilty face that shows itself in courts, and palaces, and high offices, and important trusts ? Do they warn us against exalted delinquents ? Do they pluck out the corruption that lurks beneath a star ? No, — they do none of these things. But is there some individual moving along the sequestered path of private life, some being hitherto unknown, (and by unknown^ I would designate any one not conspicuously prominent in the circle of fashionable or public life,) or, if known, known already as a nui- THE PREMIER. 243 sance, and therefore sufficiently notorious — some one whom early, but long redeemed, errors, may have contaminated, or who may still be the victim of weaknesses that shade, but hardly sully, his character, him they seize on — him they torture — him they rack with devilish ingenuity. And when they are once upon the scent, they hunt through every channel for intelligence. Discarded servants — irritated dependents— baf- fled sharpers — needy parasites — tradesmen dis- continued for their extortions — or an exaspe- rated ^'re'ew 6^, eager to wreak insidious vengeance, are among their most valuable sources of in- formation. When the mass, flowing thus through innumerable corrupt channels, comes into the hands of the writer, it still has to re- ceive some little infusion of poison, some leaven of malice, some touches of perfidious heighten- ing, before it is fit for his purpose. At length, all is done. The monster is ma- tured, and it goes forth. What are the con- sequences ? Perhaps a tale of slander is revived which destroys a wife's felicity, a husband's M 2 244 THE PREMIER. honour. Perhaps a tale is told, once true, though no longer so, and which now, for the first time, meets their eyes whose happiness sickens at the reading. It may disclose the for- jiotten errors of the husband and the father, and wring the hearts of a blameless wife and unoffending children. An unguarded expres- sion, a heedless action, is magnified and per- verted. Offended honour is roused. Suspi- cion is awakened ; and it fixes somewhere, per- haps rightly, perhaps wrongly, as to the indivi- dual who has been the betrayer. The seeds of contention, hatred, contempt, are sown : jea- lousies are excited, quarrels embittered, and animosities revived. And all for what ? That society, forsooth, may be benefited by becoming acquainted with the vices or follies of Mr. B. — Mrs. H.— Captain X.— or Sir Richard Dr " You have made out a strong case, Asper,*" said Charles, musing. " Truth is always strong," replied the Co- lonel. " But the general effect of the picture will be heightened by two or three additional touches, curiously illustrative of the system I have endeavoured to expose ; and with them THE PREMIER. 245 I shall finish. Money being, first and last, the sole object of these despicable marauders upon the pocket, their mode of proceeding varies according to circumstances. The callous and the needy knave, they equally pass by; for the one will not, and the other cannot, pur- chase their silence. It is the middle, com- pound character, the man who, without firm- ness enough to avoid error, has feeling enough to be ashamed of it, that they fatten upon. Many there are who would rather be pillaged of ten, twenty, thirty, nay fifty, or a hundred guineas, than have some foolish action, some idle fault, dragged before the public eye. Others, of timid disposition, would do as much to avoid the imputation^ even, of things of which they know themselves to be guiltless. They shrink dismayed from the blasting touch of these profligate censors, who magnify what is venial, and invent what is wanting ; and .they propitiate them as the African does the devil, from terror of their evil natures. But their po- licy is bad. There was a time when we used to buy off our invaders. What was the conse- quence ? They came every year, and every 246 THE PREMIER. year demanded a higher price to go away. At last we fought them ; and they soon grew tired of coming for their wages. While these pure and exalted moralists are worshipped with gold, they exact frequent devotions : but let our of- ferings be of iron, and they care not how sel- dom they are sacrificed to.*" " Even leather would do," observed Charles, " in the shape of a boot, or a horsewhip, I suppose." " Oh, yes !" replied the Colonel, " or a vi- gorous application of the finger and thumb to the most prominent feature of the face." " But after all," continued Charles, " I must stand up for my friends the Scorpions. I don''t think there is one of them would soil his fingers with lucre, in the base way you describe, what- ever other sins may be fairly laid to their charge." " I speak of the system," said Colonel Asper, " as one of notorious trafficking with infamy in every shape. You may as well tell me a man can be a tender-hearted assassin, as that a fellow can pursue the trade of a literary bully, without being of necessity a thoroughly despicable and degraded animal." THE PREMIER. 247 It was only a few days after this conversa- tion, which had made a deeper impression upon Charles's mind than he chose to acknowledge, that he saw the martyrdom inflicted upon poor Bobus in The Scorpion. He felt at once an- noyed and indignant. Annoyed, because he knew it would vex and mortify a worthy, well- meaning creature ; and indignant, because the most solemn pledges of honour and confidence had been violated. And he was the more in- dignant, perhaps, inasmuch as a little just re- proach might be cast upon himself, for having, in the hilarity of those moments which the bottle is apt to make incautious, surrendered to Elias Northcott, the president, the copy of the Epithalamium (after reading it aloud), and disclosed the writer's name. This gave the second shock to his con- fidence in a Scorpion : but the final and the stunning blow was to come. Colonel Asper called upon him one morning, and, after a few minutes' general conversation, introduced the subject of the Scorpions again. " I certainly did not expect," said he, " so soon to have it in my power to fortify, by damn- 248 THE PRExMlER. ing evidence, the truth of what I lately as- serted, with respect to the vile, mercenary mo- tives of the wretches who live to amend the age. But I esteem myself fortunate, on your account, my dear Charles, who have been in- veigled into the gang ; for I now feel confident you will shrink from the pollution, as you would from every thing that is infamous. You know my friend, General Darlington, who had the misfortune, some years ago, to be tried by a Court Martial for an affair in which, though his honour was unimpeached, his temper and discretion were somewhat compromised. An advertisement appeared in the papers last week, announcing a forthcoming pamphlet, profess- ing to give what it calls the secret history of that transaction, and specially promising cer- tain curious anecdotes relative to the General, who is just now an object of persecution by a powerful party, on account of the fearless ex- posure he made of their intrigues in the House of Commons. The moment the General saw the advertisement, he went to his solicitor to consult him upon the best course to be pursued. With this little preface, I shall put into your THE PREMIER. 2i9 hands copies of the correspondence which has passed between the solicitor and the admitted author of the threatened pamphlet. Colonel Asper gave the Correspondence to Charles. It was as follows : — " Street, July 8tl), 18—. '' Sir, " We are instructed by General Darlington to inform you, that if there is any thing in the publication you have announced, under the title of 'A Secret History,' &c. affecting his cha- racter in the slightest degree, or of a libellous nature generally, with regard to the transaction in question, he is determined to commence an immediate prosecution, which we shall accord- ingly institute. " We remain. Sir, " Your obedient servants, " , , and r " To Elias Northcott, Esq." " Circus, July 10th, 18—. " Gentlemen, " General Darlington cannot surely be so ignorant of the world, or of the way in which M .5 250 THE PREMIER. things of this sort are managed, as not to know, that if he be anxious certain matters, hitherto unpublished, should remain so, there are means by which it can be done. I shall wait three days to give General Darlington time to weigh this hint. Of course, I consider myself in honourable hands, when I make the proposi- tion to the General through you. " I remain. Gentlemen, " Your obedient servant, "Elias Northcott." " Messrs. , , and ." " Street, July 10th. " Sir, " Whatever you publish respecting General Darlington, you will publish at your own peril. " We remain, Sir, &c. " , , and r " Elias Northcott." All that need be further told is, that Charles ceased to be a Scorpion, and that Elias North- cott, having failed to extort a round sum as hush-money, the pamphlet, which was never begun, nor ever intended to be written, was of course never published. THE PREMIER. 251 CHAPTER XVI. Among the select few who seceded from the Scorpions along with Charles, when the cause of his own secession became known, (which he took especial care should not be, like the pre- sident's pamphlet, a secret history^) was Cosmo Blakeway, a man with the double singularity of a strong but crooked mind, and a command- ing but troublesome person. He was enor- mously bulky ; not from fat, but from bone and muscle. His limbs were gigantic and pon- derous ; his voice, at its most dulcet pitch, the perfect intonation of a speaking-trumpet in a gale of wind; his titter, a growl, and his laugh, when hugely pleased, tremendous. He wore his hair after the fashion of the Saracen's Head upon Snowhill, (I purposely retain the old designation, because it must be notorious 252 THE PEEMIER. to every one who remembers what that Saracen was, that his successor, in Skinner Street, is a mere crop in comparison,) and suffered his whiskers, mustachios, and a shaggy valance round his throat, to sport in wild luxuriance over three-fourths of his face. The colour of his hair was grizzle ; not from age, for he was in the very prime of life, (that is, about forty- eight,) but from habit ; it having, as he used to say, manifested a predilection for that variegat- ed appearance ever since his eighteenth year. His eyes, which were prominent, peered over a nose equally prominent, like two beacons on each side of a jutting promontory. Lastly, his complexion was nearer to the speckled hues of a blackberry leaf, than to those of wholesome flesh and blood. Tha;t Cosmo was never married is as little surprising as that he should have acquired the soubriquet^ or nickname, of Great Grimshy, though Cornwall, and not Lincolnshire, was his native country. The curvature or twist of his mind arose from his inveterate love of paradox and argu- ment. The former led him constantly to give TPIE PREMIER. 253 new names, new definitions, and new views to old things ; and the latter, to " doubt " whether any thing was as every body else thought it. Young mentions a lady who was so very cun- ning in all she did, that she could not make tea without a stratagem ; and Cosmo was so very dialectical, that he could hardly snuff a candle without discussing the several ways of do- ing it. His manner of speaking was pompous and dogmatical, with a frequent use of the John- sonian " sir," and " why, sir," as exhibited in BoswelPs celebrated digest of the lexicogra- pher's colloquial displays. The perfection of reason with him was to find a reason of his own for every thing ; and this whim being grafted, as Ave have said, on a naturally strong mind, some striking combinations of ideas were often the result, presenting an odd mixture of vigo- rous acuteness with ludicrous perversion. One of his favourite definitions of reason, indeed, (provided it was not assented to, for then it was his no longer,) was, that " it is a faculty given to man, that he may always be able to justify his own conduct to himself. Some theorists,'' 254 THE PREMIER. he would add, " have supposed it was bestowed to regulate and direct our actions, but the uni- form practice of mankind proves that its only use is to vindicate them." Cosmo Blake way was a man of independent fortune ; and when the schism among the Scor- pions took place, he concocted, with Charles, a plan for founding a new club, to be called The Muses, of which he proposed he should be himself perpetual president. To this condition it was impossible to object, coupled as it was with another, every way unexceptionable — namely, that instead of meeting at a tavern, they should dine once a month at Cosmo's own house, a mansion (or tenement, rather) equally celebrated for its kitchen and cellars. The name had been adopted in reference entirely to the number of which the club was to consist, and not, as the reader might otherwise have supposed, out of compliment to the intended members. It was necessary to fix some limit ; twelve was a vulgar, hackneyed number ; nine was hallowed by a thousand classical recol- lections, and had besides received the special recommendation of Marcus Varro, and the THE PREMIER. 255 adopted one (though not generally known to be such) of Lord Chesterfield. The assembling of " The Muses '' was pre- ceded by what Charles called, a meeting of the Graces — to wit, himself, Cosmo, and Reginald Danby, a Chancery barrister, who was forced to keep in-doors during the exhibition of the Living Skeleton, in consequence of once having been followed to his chambers by a crowd who mistook him for that unhappy ossification. By these three, the rules and regulations of the new club were duly arranged, and the other six favoured individuals named who should be invited to constitute it. They eagerly accepted the honour ; and having been selected upon principles laid down by Cosmo himself, he was sanguine in his anticipations of the success of his scheme. These principles he explained in few words, but without acknowledging that he was indebted for some of them to that skilful Aretine, of whom it was said, by a writer still more profligate than himself, that he had the " prevailing gentle art, That could, with a resistless charm, impart The loosest wishes to the chastest heart." 256 THE PREMIER. " No, Sir," said Cosmo, " our table must be small — a great table is only another word for great noise and disorder : and by having our table small, our number cannot be large ; and so every man will have his turn of speaking as well as of hearing. And, Sir, we must not have all great talkers, nor any too silent : thus there will always be a quick reciprocation of animated discourse. Neither would I recommend that they should be all old or aU young men ; for old men talk of nothing but what was done thirty years ago, and young men, of nothing but what they themselves did last week. And then, Sir, every man ought to be left to him- self with regard to wine as well as meat ; for among men, as among horses, some want the curb and some the spur.'' "And if any gentleman presume to tell a story,'' observed Mr. Danby — " Any what ?" interrupted Cosmo. " Any gentleman," repeated Danby. " Sir, that is no distinctive appellation. A gentleman is any body, in these times, and there- fore means nobody." " Well, I only knoAv," rejoined Mr. Danby, THE PREMIER. 257 " that I have an utter abhorrence of story-tell- ing in company." " Why, Sir," replied Cosmo, " a story may be out of place, or out of time : but why should it raise abhorrence? It is the common cant of imbecility, or hypocrisy, to talk of abhorring things, which only means a dislike of what is unattainable. Your ugly men have an abhor- rence of intrigues, and your virgin viragos of illicit love. Dull fools abhor wit; and every rogue has an instinctive abhorrence of con- science. Thus illustrating the maxim of the poet, that ' We compound for vices we 're inclined to, By damning those we 've no mind to.' " The names of " The Muses," as they stood recorded in the autographs of each member, in the first leaf of a superbly bound vellum book, which contained, besides, the rules and regula- tions of the club, were as follow : Cosmo Blake- way, President ; Reginald Danby, Vice-Presi- dent ; Charles Ardent, Alfred Andrew Potts, Alexander McSwinn, John Julius Wilson, Horace Twiselden, Mansfield Granville, and 258 THE PREMIER. Simon Claridge. Of these, the first four are already known to the reader, and a very brief introduction must suffice for the remainder. A hasty, but vigorous and correct outline of Mr. McSwinn, was given by Louisa in her gal- lery of portraits at Deddington Park. To that sketch, it will be enough to add, that Mr. Mc Swinn was a dispenser of fame to poets, novel- ists, historians, travellers, biographers, artists, musicians, actors, and, in short, the whole tribe of candidates for renown in every gradation of celebrity, from the writer of epics to the scrib- bler of sonnets, from the historical-painter to the caricaturist, and from the composer of operas to the conqueror of Jews'-harps. He was the most benevolent, the most bland, the most gentle of critics, in addition to being the most felicitous of authors. Under the touch of Midas, every thing became gold ; under the pen of McSwinn, every man, woman, and child became a genius. The turnpike road to posterity was crowded with persons whom he had despatched on their journey thither, provided with certificates from himself of their undoubted right to proceed to their destination. And it seemed as if all whom THE PREMIER. 259 he thus despatched had lost no time in setting out ; for they were seldom heard of afterwards. Mr. McSwinn was a general favourite, which is not surprising, considering that every body was his favourite ; and that, as the " delicate mon- ster'' in the Tempest would have " peopled the isle with Calibans," so McSwinn did people this our isle with a race of his own Shakspeares, Mil tons. Dry dens, and other persons of that sort. John Julius Wilson was a Government Under- Secretary, as were also Horace Twiselden and Mansfield Granville ; but though ranking alike in the red-book, they took very different sta- tions in the public eye. John Julius, for ex- ample, ivas a wit ; Horace would be one ; and Mansfield would not. The first had all the caus- tic bitterness of a satirist ; the second, all the disposition to make his sour curds and whey bite like the other's aqua-fortis ; and the third, all the fame he coveted, in passing for an agree- able whipt-syllabub. John Julius was malig- nant, and formidable when provoked to show that he was ; Horace was waspish, and could sometimes wound with his tiny sting ; Mansfield was a harmless, overgrown blue-bottle, that 260 THE PREMIER. bounced in your ears unheeded. Lastly, Wil- son had that ready talent for whatever he under- took, which makes a man pass for more than he is really worth, because he does many things cleverly without excelling in any; Twiselden, that talent which is never ready, but always to be got at, for the use of such homely affairs as do not spoil by waiting ; and Granville, that ap- titude for business, without talent, which con- sists in just doing what is to be done, in the way it has been done from time immemorial. Of Simon Claridge, it would be as difficult to speak in moderation, as it always was for Si- mon himself to do so. He had a mind of the very first order ; and what Lord Clarendon has written of the devoted, magnanimous, and mar- tyred Stratford, might be justly applied to Cla- ridge. " He was a man of great parts and ex- traordinary endowments of nature, not una- dorned with some addition of art and learning, though that again was more improved and illustrated by the other ; for he had a readi- ness of conception and sharpness of expression, which made his learning thought more than in truth it was. He was, no doubt, of great THE PREMIER. 261 observation, and a piercing judgment, both in things and persons."" Claridge was a poet, in the noblest and loftiest sense of the name ; for whether he tram- melled his thoughts with metrical trappings, or poured them freely forth in prose, they were equally touched with that inspiration whose presence is denoted by the forms it produces, and not by the words (however graceful, majestical, or appropriate), which, after all, are but the clothing, the drapery of those celestial creations that start forth at the bidding of the true poet. In conversation, he was so borne along, so hurried onwards by the overwhelming flood of his ideas, that he would talk down an eight-day clock. His mind was like a steam-engine erected at the mouth of a rich and exhaustless mine, which goes on work- ing and working, and at every revolution of its movements heaves up precious ores. Or it might be more aptly compared to a river, whose waters, in their ceaseless flow, pass through every variety of landscape, — the grand, the beau- tiful, the picturesque, the tame, and even the barren; for he would sometimes talk at his 262 THE PREMIER. subject, floundering among commonplaces, till he got warmed ivith it, or had worked himself out of the shallows, and then his current for miles would be broad, rapid, and crystalline. The first meeting of "The Muses'' took place. The dinner-hour had arrived, but Re- ginald Danby, the vice-president, had not. " We must keep time in our meetings,""* said Cosmo, looking at his watch. " I beg your pardon," observed Mr. Alfred Andrew Potts briskly ; " the object of our meeting is to pass time, and not to keep it." " That 's a vile pun, Potts," said Horace Twiselden, who prided himself somewhat on his own proficiency in punning. " I know it is," repHed Alfred A. Potts, not a whit daunted ; " but it has one merit which you will seldom find in modern music." " What is that?" inquired Horace. " It is in good time," rejoined Mr. Potts ; " for all puns are punishable, I understand, by our laws, after we sit down to dinner:" and Potts laughed immoderately at what he had said. " Worse and worse !" exclaimed Twiselden, curhng up his nose ; and then, reversing Mr. TFIE PREMIER. 263 Potts's practice by laughing beforehand at his own facetiousness, " I'll tell you," he conti- nued, " a capital pun / made the other day at my uncle's — ^" At that moment the door opened, and in glided the " fine apparition" of Reginald Dan- by, whom Cosmo apostrophised out of Ossian, by exclaiming, " Fillan is like a spirit of heaven that descends from the skirt of winds ! I see thee bend thy tall form from the skirts of night !" The arrival of Danby retarded that of Ho- race's pun, whom John Julius Wilson consoled, by whispering in his ear, " Cato, thou reason'st well — * Arbitrii non est nostri, quid quisque loquatur.' " The dinner was faultless, the wines exqui- site, the guests, more than happy. They were " lapped in Elysium." Long before the cloth was drawn, so many brilliant things were said, such a fire of wit, and argument, and repartee, was kept up, that Cosmo exulted in believing he then sat by the cradle of a society which, in its maturity, would be immortal. The con- versation was " every thing by turns, and no- 264 THE PREMIER. thing long ;" passed, with the vivid brightness (and with the rapidity., ahnost,) of lightning, from the drama to politics, from politics to science, from science to the opera, from the opera to the best vintage of Burgundy and Cla- ret, from Burgundy and Claret to the French Revolution, back again to politics and the drama, and thence to mineralogy, moral phi- losophy, the Arctic voyages, divinity, mathe- matics, and the last new novel by the author of Waverley. " I am told Sir Walter has made an im- mense sum by his writings,'" observed Mans- field Granville — " a sum 50 large, indeed, that I should be afraid to name it." " Ah !" said Mr. Potts, helping himself to some trifle, " fashion is every thing ! There's Day and Martin — I know it for a fact — those two men have realized a hundred thousand pounds a-piece, merely because their blacking happened to take ; for it is no better than fifty other sorts that are sold.'* '^ Why, that may be true," replied the President ; " but I doubt it ; for, Sir, if fifty men make blacking, and only one of the fifty THE PREMIER. 265 can induce people to buy it, you may be cer- tain that one is possessed of a secret not known to the other forty-nine." " Sir Walter is a great creature ! " exclaimed Mr. Mc Swinn. " So is the elephant at Exeter "Change," re- joined Potts, laughing, as usual ; " but there are other elephants in the world besides Chiinji/y " I doubt that," said the President. The roar which this startling piece of scepti- cism produced prevented him from giving, as he would at least have attempted to do, his reasons for suspecting that Chuny was the only elephant in the world. " I suppose," observed the Vice-President, " there is no doubt Sir Walter is the author of the Scotch novels ?" '' I would ask, upon that subject," answered Simon Claridge, " the question which Johnson triumphantly asked with regard to a disputed play of Shakspeare's — if we take it from Shak- speare, to whom shall it be given ? What man now living could write those works, if Sir Wal- ter did not?" — And then Claridge went on to speak of them in such a way as one man of VOL. I. N 266 THE PREMIER. genius should speak of the productions of an- other ; but his dissertation, masterly as it was, would be out of place here. At the end of about half an hour, (during which ]Mr. Alfred A. Potts was observed to be admiring the pattern of the dessert service, as if it were the only thing which just then interested him,) he was seized with a violent fit of coughing, and in- stantly there was a general rush of tongues round the table for several minutes, every one having something to say, which he had been keeping, at the imminent hazard of forgetting it when it came to his turn to speak. Among the rest. Potts was vehemently as- serting, that " if the Scotch novels, as they were called, were Sir Walter's, he had no doubt Sir Walter was as much indebted to others for the best parts of them, as he had been for some of the most striking passages in his poems."' " What do you mean, Potts ?*" said Wilson, with a sarcastic smile. " Oh, I know what I mean " replied Potts, " and so would Sir Walter, if he were now pre- sent, and I were to ask him whether he remem- bered Newgate ?"" THE PREMIER. 267 " Newgate !" exclaimed several Muses at once. " Tush, man !" cried Mc Swinn, " what's all this mystery about?" " I use no mystery,"" said Potts, looking in- effably self-important. " I merely state a fact ; and I repeat, that if Sir Walter Scott were now sitting at this table, and I were to ask him whether he remembered Newgate, my life upon it, such a question would make him think of ROKEBY." '' I submit, Mr. President,*" said Horace Twiselden, rising, " that no Muse, in these our earthly banquets, be allowed to talk in clouds." It was unanimously resolved, that Mr. Potts was bound to unfold himself: and Mr. Potts, " nothing lothe," (for, of all things, what he loved best was talking about himself and his works,) bowed to the sense of the assembly. Reclining negligently in his chair, with a glass of Burgundy in his hand, which ever and anon he sipped, he thus delivered himself: — " When I was a very young man — as you may suppose, indeed, from what I am about to mention, and a comparison of dates — some too N 2 268 THE PREMIER. partial friends, who were not ignorant I had ' lisped in numbers/ persuaded me to attempt an octo- syllabic poem, that sort of versification being then both popular and profitable. I soon discovered my friends had discernment, and that / had genius, which only required to be displayed to be munificently rewarded." In justice to Mr. Potts, it should be here mentioned, that he pronounced this opinion of his own genius with the tone of a man who wished to be considered as speaking ironically ; but with the look of one (for the face is rarely so manageable as the voice) who evidently as little desired to be taken au pied de lettre, as a newly-elected Speaker, when he disquali- fies himself at the bar of the House of Lords, or a bishop when he nolo-episcoparies. " I began," continued Mr. Potts, " to think of a subject — something original and striking. I cannot now recall by what mental process the idea of NEWGATE occurred to me ; but it did occur; and I actually set to work, and pro- duced six cantos, with copious notes." " A fine subject !" exclaimed the President. " You may smile (every one was laughing, THE PREMIER. 269 except Potts and the President) ; but I declare to God I think it a noble theme for a poet. Wliat a hero may be found in Newgate ! what characters ! what incidents ! what descriptions ! And then, consider the depth and intensity of the passions that come into play there, and that hitherto Imagination has never winged her flight to that abode of the horrible and sublime. Depend upon it, every trial of the heart, all the darker and fiercer tempests of the soul, all the purer and more ennobling affections of the mind, which are the materials of true poetry, have started into life beneath the harrowing in- fluence of scenes that take their round of fami- liar occurrence in that den of human crime and misery !" " There would be a fine opportunity, in such a theme," said Wilson, " for the bard to show his genius, by elevating what was low, and dig- nifying what was mean." " Yes," added Claridge, " he must display some of that witchcraft of his art, which Addi- son ascribes to Virgil, whose husbandmen, he says, toss the very dung about with a certain elegance and grace." 270 THE PREMIER. A metaphysical disquisition upon the lan- guage of poetry, with a critical analysis of the Homeric, Virgilian, and Miltonic styles, follow- ed. Mr. Potts was in a fit of abstraction, when called upon to resume his personal narrative by Claridge, who apologized for his share of the interruption, in an excuse nearly as long as the interruption itself. "Well do I remember," Potts continued, smiling as in present scorn of his youthful ego- tism, " the swelling grandeur of my thoughts at the moment I conceived — " " Ah, my dear Potts !'"* exclaimed Mc Swinn? " when a man conceives, Nature does indeed la- bour with the mighty effort !" Potts was disconcerted by the laugh which this sally of Mc Swinn^s produced. " My brain seemed actually on fire,"' said he. " Perhaps it was really so," interrupted Twi- selden, " and burned itself out in one great eruption." " Positively," said Potts, reddening, but de- termined to look amiable, " if you go on this way, I must give it up." THE PREMIER. 271 " Confound you !" exclaimed Mc Swinn, " we must give you up, if you go on this way. Why, every word you utter is a provocative to wit ; and yet, after all, we do but light our feeble tapers at your blazing torch."" Mr. Potts was not the man to serve a well- timed compliment, as Caesar did the crown, when offered it by Marc Antony; or, if he were, it would have been in such a way as the blunt Casca describes — " he put it by, but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it." " Well, you wrote a poem upon Newgate, and you called it Newgate, I suppose," said the President, who was getting weary of the small- talk between Potts, Twiselden, and Mc Swinn. '' Yes, I did," replied Potts. " And what then ?"" rejoined the President. "Did you burn it afterwards; or publish it; or what did you do with it T^ " I sent it by the northern mail to Walter Scott ; for he did not then write Baronet after his name."" " And what was that for ?"" continued Cosmo, with a mortifying breach of decorum, displayed 272 THE PREMIER. in that puckering of the mouth which requires the prompt coercion of the hand to strangle a yawn. '' Wh}^," said Potts, " being, as I have said, very young, I guess my taste had not arrived at years of discretion, in literary matters ; so I thought Scott a great poet. Being, moreover, afflicted with diffidence, or modesty, — (it will save gentlemen the trouble of being witty, if I add, at once, that I am thoroughly cured of that disorder,) I wanted encouragement ; so I accompanied the MS. with a letter, requesting his candid sentiments upon it."' " Which he gave you, I conclude, in the spirit of modern criticism, without troubling himself to read a line of your work,'' observed the President. " Egad ! I should have thought so," replied Potts, " but for one little circumstance. One thing is certain, however, that after waiting two months, I received it back, with a coldly civil note, discouraging the idea of publication." " And of course you consoled yourself,'' said Mc Swinn, " by reflecting upon the mean jea- lousies which envy inspires, and published it immediately." THE PREiMIER. 273 " I did not publish it/' answered Potts, em- phatically, — " I never have published it : but mark what followed. Walter Scott, soon after, published his Rokeby. Guess my astonish- ment, — I might be forgiven were I to say my indignation, — when I found he had actually pil- laged the best parts of my Newgate !" "Do you mean to affirm, seriously," asked Wilson, " that Scott—" " I mean,"' interrupted Potts, with an air of calm, dignified self-satisfaction, " to say that I traced him in numberless instances, throughout the poem ; here and there a couplet ; some- times a whole stanza ; and once or twice, entire pages." •• The Parnassian freebooter !" exclaimed Horace Twiselden. Potts was silent. He drank a glass of wine, and looked round at the Muses, as if he would have said, " What do you think of that !'' The Muses were silent, and sat looking at each other with incredulous amazement. At length, the President spoke. " Potts," said he, " you are a wag ! I don't know exactly ivhat game you are at, but I n5 274 THE PREMIER. suspect you hugely. The fact is, gentlemen,'' addressing the rest of the Muses, " we are all acquainted with a species of bug peculiar to this country. I cannot tell you what naturalists call it; in common speech, it is denominated humbug.'''' " I protest solemnly,"" replied Potts, " I am serious. I have told you no fable ; but the simple truth.'' '*■ And therefore the greater libel upon Sir Walter," observed the Vice-President. " Nay, Mr. Vice," exclaimed the President, '' '\iyou can make a libel out of what Potts has stated, I '11 answer for the truth of it. My definition of a libel has long since been com- prised in two words — umvelcome truths.'''' Potts was piqued at the turn which the dis- cussion had taken, and offered to satisfy them by irresistible evidence, that his Newgate had been shamefully pillaged, in the way described. " I cannot," said he, " (unless I had my MS. here witli all the stolen passages marked down in the margin,) undertake to repeat every line or stanza that has been pilfered. But one striking example my memory enables me to THE PREMIER. 275 give. The opening lines of Rokeby have been much commended ; and I, certainly, shall not dispraise them, for I consider them as my own, with a few trifling exceptions. Lest they should not be familiar to all, and in order that you may fairly judge between us, I will first repeat them.*' Mr. Potts then slowly recited the two fol- lowing stanzas, while the Muses listened to him, with much such a wondering impatience, as must have possessed the spectators who once assembled to see a conjurer walk into a quart bottle, and cork it afterwards. " The Moon is in her summer glow, But hoarse and high the breezes blow ; And racking o'er her face, the cloud Varies the tincture of her shroud. On Barnard's tower and Tees's stream She changes as a guilty dream, When conscience, witli remorse and fear, Goads sleeping Fancy's wild career. Her light seem'd now the blush of shame, Show'd now fierce Anger's darker flame, Shifting that shade to come and go, Like Apprehension's hurried glow. 276 THE PREMIER. Then Sorrow's livery dims the air, And dies in darkness like Despair. Such varied hues the warder sees Reflected from the woodland Tees ; Then, from old Baliol's tower looks forth, Sees the clouds mustering in the North, Hears upon turret, roof, and wall, By tits, the plashing rain-drop fall ; Lists to the breeze's boding sound. And wraps his shaggy mantle round. II. Those towers which, in the changeful gleam, Throw murky shadows on the stream, — Tliose towers of Barnard hold a guest. The emotions of whose troubled breast, In wild and strange confusion driv'n, Rival the fleeting rack of heav'n. Ere sleep stern Oswald's senses tied, Oft had he changed his weary side. Composed his limbs, and vainly sought By eftbrt strong to banish thought. Sleep came at length, but with a train Of feelings real and fancies vain. Mingling, in wild disorder cast, Th' expectant future with the past. Conscience, anticipating time. Already rues th' unacted crime. THE PREMIER. 277 And calls her furies forth to shake The sounding scourge and hissing snake. While her poor victim's outward throes Bear witness to his mental woes, And show what lessons may be read Beside a sinner's restless bed.'' " Before I repeat the opening lines of my Newgate," said Potts, "I must premise one thing, in explanation of certain technical phrases I have used. I had taken Scott for my model ; and admiring, as I then did, (for I was very young, — too young to know better,) what I considered the exquisite skill with which he adapted the obsolete phraseology of past times, I thought it necessary, in order to stamp my poem with an air of truth and reality, to sprinkle my language with occasional terms borrowed from the place where the scene of it was laid. And now listen:" — and Mr. Potts recited still more slowly than he had the stanzas from Rokeby, the following ones from New- gate : — " The Moon put on her wintry face, The north wind ran its fiercest race. And clouds in furious rack were driven, Athwart the murky brow of Heaven. 278 THE PREMIER. On Newgate's walls her quiv'ring beam Flicker'd and changed like guilty dream That haunts the crimson'd murd'rer's breast, When on his straw he sinks to rest. Now it looks pale, like haggard Fear, When Bow Street Officer is near, And now a warlike red it shows. Such as from roused Anger flows. When prigs* upon the nimming lay, Rush out and find a seedy prey.f Then, (though how I cannot tell) To the deep blush of Shame it fell; (Perhaps the Moon had changed her shroud, And now peep'd through a copper cloud,) Like culprit when 3. jo J turns nose,% And tells at cod \\ of all he knows. Or modest nymph of Drury Lane Owns to her bridle cull H her flame. And last, a sad and solemn light Illumed the darkness of the night. 'Twas just like Sorrow clothed in tears, Or like a millkeri s** face appears Annotations for the benefit of the polite reader : * Prig, a cant name for a thief. t Seedy prey— kxi<^\(^— 2. man with empty pockets,— one who cannot be robbed. X An accomplice. § Giving evidence agains the rest. II Before the magistrate. IT A highwayman. ** A housebreaker. THE PREMIER. 279 When, spite of all his rapping friends,* His neck to ruthless Jack he bends. II. Such varied hues chaste Luna sheds, While London's sons are in their beds : And all these hues are but a symbol Of thoughts that agonize Tom Wimble, Who lies entranced in dreadful sleep Within that gloomy dungeon's keep. Ah me! what horrid visions rack The man who snores upon his back ! Stem Wimble oft in vain had tried To lie upon his dexter side, Then flounced on his sinister ribs Just as he dream'd oi prigging dibs.f So, in life's course, we often find. When right means fail to fix the mind, The left are ready to ensnare And lead us on to dark despair. And this is but a type to show What pangs from guilty conscience flow. And what a lesson may be read Beside a Newgate felon's bed V * Gentlemen well known in the purlieus of the Old Bailey. They commonly exhibit a straw in their shoes. They all abjure perjury, but swear to any thing they are paid for. t Picking pockets. 280 THE PREMIER. When Mr. Potts finished, a very animated conversation took place among the Muses, who were unanimously of opinion, there had been atrocious pilfering somewhere. The President doubted if there was such another instance to be found in the literary annals of any country in Europe ; but the Vice-President, as a lawyer, complained of the defective evidence upon which Potts's case rested : there was no legal proof, he contended, of the following facts : — 1st. Whether Mr. Potts wrote the poem at all ; 2nd. If he did write it, whether it was written before Rokeby; 3rd. Whether it was ever sent to Sir Walter Scott, and, if sent, whether it ever arrived ; and, 4th. If it arrived, whether it was ever read by Sir Walter. " I do not," added Mr, Reginald Danby, in conclusion, " question, for a single moment, the veracity of Mr. Potts. I am quite sure the matter is strictly as he has stated ; but my pro- fessional habits naturally lead me to suspend my belief upon every thing that is not clearly and indubitably established by the best evi- dence that is attainable.'' " Convenient things, those professional ha- THE PREMIER. 281 bits," exclaimed the President. " If I, or any other man, who had not got professional habits for his protection, were to say to Mr. Potts — ' Sir, I am quite sure you tell truth ; but before I believe you, I must have something better than your own word for it,' — I think Mr. Potts would be puzzled to find the evidence of a com- pliment in such a speech." " For my part," said Wilson, " I pity Potts, as I do any one who is the victim of perfidy. At the same time, I must say he has been an abettor of his own wrong. Had he boldly taken the bull by the horns, published his poem, and shown how Rokeby had been stolen out of Newgate, the world would have done him justice. Now, I am afraid, it is too late. He '11 never be able to convince the world that he is, in reality, the author of Rokeby." " Never !" ejaculated Twiselden. " / might as well attempt to say I wrote Paradise Lost." *' 1 11 just tell you what I would do, were I in your place, Potts," said Mc Swinn ; " (for it is too curious a piece of literary history to re- main unknown,) — I would pick out all the strongest parallel passages, preface them with 282 THE PREMIER. a short statement — throw them into the form of a letter to myself — and, by Heavens I they shall appear in the next number of * The Asylum for Authors,' in spite of Sir Walter being my friend." " It will certainly have the appearance of being done in spite, and not in kindness," re- marked Claridge. '' Not at all," rejoined Mc Swinn. " It is a public question — I have a public duty to per- form — and where that is the case, I never suffer private feelings to interfere." " Pray, Mr. Potts," said Mansfield Granville, "did you ever — I '11 trouble you for the Claret — did you ever write any thing else, Mr. Potts, except Newgate .?" " My God !" exclaimed Potts, and sunk back in his chair. The Muses, in the utmost consternation, ga- thered round him. " You have killed him !" said Wilson, ad- dressing Granville. Mc Swinn tore open his shirt-collar a la Byron, to give him air. Twiselden slapped the palms of his hands violently. The President THE PREMIER. 283 held a box of Lundy Foot to his nose. Granville, convulsed with agitation at the calamity he had caused, threw a goblet of cold water in his face ; but, unluckily, upsetting the president's snuff-box, such a cloud of titillating dust arose, that they all rushed to the farther end of the room, seized with uncontrollable sneezing and couo^hins:. Potts was left alone. Oh, that the strings of Mrs. A. A. Potts's harp could have sounded in his ears at that moment. It would have shed a halcyon calm over his troubled spirit ! His eyes unclosed. With his cambric handkerchief, he dried up the still trickling streams of Granville's restorative. Granville himself ap- proached. " I forgive you !" said Potts, forcing a gentle smile upon his pale features — " I forgive you ! But it was a tremendous blow — and I was not prepared for it. No — I own I was not. I did think that my ' Fugitive Flowers from Fairy Land,' in three duodecimo volumes, were as well known to you as they are to myself. But let that pass. I confess I do not write for the multitude, like Sir Walter — ut miretur turba 284 THE PREMIER. — No: my motto is, contentus paucis lecto- rihus,'''' He then took hold of Granville's hand, and pressing it affectionately, repeated, " I forgive you — I forgive you !" By this time the other Muses had returned ; but Potts's condition was too alarming to think of renewing their seats at the festive board. A hackney-coach was sent for ; and Mr. Potts was sent home to Mrs. Potts in the care of Mc Swinn and Twiselden. Poor Potts ! he went to bed immediately, and kept it for a fortnight. THE PREMIER. 285 CHAPTER XVII. In the short interval of three months from the date of that letter which Caroline Asper wrote to Louisa, her situation had become more distracting than she could possibly have anticipated. A woman never loves, but as she is loved, or believes herself to be loved. Men there are, on the contrary, who can love with passion, under every discouragement, cherishing their love with the unflinching fortitude of martyrs, firm in their faith, and sustained in the hope, that, ultimately, their faith will prevail. One of this kind was Mr. Spencer. He saw that Caroline did not give him her heart ; but as he knew not it was already bestowed, he consoled himself with the belief there would come a time when he should obtain it. Per- 286 THE PREMIER. haps, there was a slight feeling of pride in this expectation, which contemplated with more complacency the final conquest of a reluctant mistress, than the easy surrender of a willing one ; for he was not slow to discern that no aversion mingled with the coldness of Caro- line's general deportment; that her repug- nance, or indifference, or whatever it might be, was founded upon no dislike towards himself, — upon no depreciated estimate of his character, his person, or his pretensions. Had he, indeed, known that he was forestalled, his conclusions would have been different, and his proceedings equally so : but, in ignorance of that fact, he ascribed all the chilling reserve of her manner, all the freezing apathy of her words and looks, to the mere absence of sentiments which he flattered himself he should ultimately succeed in producing. These hopes were the promptings of an ar- dent and increasing love : a love, too, as ho- nourable and as disinterested, as it was ardent ; for whatever of difference there might be on the score of birth, family connections, or fortune, it was all in his favour. He was, therefore. THE PREMIER. 287 no suitor seeking to raise himself by a distin- guished alliance, or to enlarge his patrimonial wealth by an opulent one. Caroline, meanwhile, underwent a triple per- secution of the most distressing kind. She had to listen to the half-choleric, half-parental, congratulations of her father upon an event which, in her heart, she knew never would, never could, take place ; she had no disguise from Charles, at the expense of many bitter self-reproaches for a duplicity she abhorred, yet saw not how to shun, a danger which disclosure would have aggravated in every way ; and she had to endure the addresses of a person towards whom she felt that love was the only sentiment he could never inspire. There was evidently such a total abandonment of all meanly selfish motives in Mr. Spencer's attentions, such a de- licate and high-minded observance of her wishes, so much of respectful gallantry in his behaviour, and often of magnanimous sacrifice of his own happiness to hers, that her secret tears sometimes flowed as freely to think she could not love him., as because he did love her. The united consequences of these opposite 288 _ THE PREMIER. trials made sad havoc with even her placid na- ture. She had said truly, in her letter to Louisa, " I can bear much, and patiently.'' And she had borne much, and she had borne it patiently. But it is patient suffering which digs at the foundations of life. If patience could always master grief, (as sometimes it does,) by wearing it out, it would be a sure, however slow and torturing a remedy ; but it is too often only another word for grieFs mas- tery, a lingering, silent, devoted sacrifice of the heart, in which hope, and happiness, and life itself perish miserably, day by day, and hour by hour, till the last pulse is quiet. It was with such patience that Caroline was bearing her griefs, though the visible signs of it were less startling than they would have been in one whose general temperament was more joyous and animated. Yet there t^ere signs; and they escaped not the notice of her kind friends. Louisa, Sir George and Lady Ardent ; still less that of Charles and Mr. Spencer. One morning, when the latter was more than usually struck with her pallid and dejected looks, he ventured to glance at their cause. THE PREMIER. 289 " I wish," said he, " Miss Asper could be- lieve I am worthy of any confidence she might repose in me. I cannot conceal from myself there is some trouble preying upon her spirits, and seriously affecting her health."" '* I am, indeed, unhappy,""* replied Caroline with a quivering lip, and eyes that glistened with tears she could not restrain from gather- ing, though she hushed into obedience the feel- ings that would have made them fall. " It has been too long and too painfully evi- dent you are so," answered Mr. Spencer, " to need such a declaration." " And I fear, too certain I must continue so," said Caroline, with a meek voice and uncom- plaining look. " Surely not, if the cause of your unhappi- ness lie within the reach of any one who feels an interest in your welfare." Caroline raised her eyes, and glanced at Mr. Spencer, as if she would seek in his counte- nance the whole meaning of his words : but she saw nothing which could encourage her to make the answer they seemed to invite. " I cannot," said she, " accuse myself of VOL. I. o 290 THE PREMIER. creating unnecessary troubles; neither do I think I foolishly indulge in them. We will drop the conversation, however ; for there is foolishness in talking about such things, unless for a better purpose than can result from our discourse." " Indeed, indeed,*' replied Mr. Spencer, " I grieve to hear you speak thus. I know I can- not flatter myself with the belief that there is any thing approaching to reciprocal feelings between us ; but if you do me only moderate justice, you vi^ill not doubt either my desire to see you happy, or my disposition to make you so, in whatever may depend upon myself." " I do you full justice, Sir," said Caroline, " and " *" Sir !' " exclaimed Mr. Spencer in a half whisper ; and his eyes met Caroline's, as he look- ed at her with an expression of mild reproach. " Oh, do not, I pray you," she added, " tor- ture me by scrutinizing my words. Read my thoughts rather, and in them you will find I do you full justice. I know it must be your wish to see me happy, and I am sure you would gladly make me so in all that depended upon yourself; but, unfortunately, there is some- THE PREMIER. 291 times a price to be paid for these things beyond our means."" "It could only be such a price," replied Mr. Spencer — " a price wholly and utterly beyond my means, that could prevent me from laying it down. But when you thus express yourself, you hardly leave me the choice of any other conclusion, than that I am the one from whom this price must come ! Is it so ?" Caroline was embarrassed at the sudden and unexpected, though not very violent, construc- tion put upon her language. She could not stoop to the meanness of a direct falsehood by denying Mr. Spencer's inference, while she shrunk from all the possible consequences of confirming it. But she had gone far enough. Her silent confusion was of itself a sufficient answer. " It would be miserable affectation in me,'' said Mr. Spencer, " to pretend I do not under- stand you — I mean so far as this — that your distress of mind springs, in some way, from myself. Perhaps, too, I ought not to have a doubt in what way ; yet, when I recall all the circumstances which have attended my ad- 292 THE PREMIER. dresses to you, I feel there is room for hesita- tion, before I can conclude that they amount to persecution." " They do not !" interrupted Caroline, with a faltering voice. " They should not," continued Mr. Spencer, " because they were conceived, proposed, and have been offered with honourable frankness, and from disinterested motives. They should not neither, because one word from you, in their commencement, would have sufficed to make me renounce hopes which, if I am now bidden to fling from me, will leave a deeper wound than then they could have done." Caroline buried her face in her handkerchief, and sobbed violently ; Mr. Spencer was greatly affected. *' Oh, that I knew how I might interpret these tears !" said he. " You cannot err," exclaimed Caroline, still weeping, *' if you call them tears of anguish wrung from an almost broken heart." " Say not so, — say not so," replied Mr. Spen- cer with increasing emotion; " but calm your feelings, and tell me how I can restore you to THE PREMIER. 293 that happiness in which you were when first I saw you. Tell me this, I conjure you, how- ever fatal the confession may be to my own peace."" " How idle, — how very idle," said Caroline, drying her tears, and resuming much of her wonted serenity of manner, " to put into words, as if for mere form"*s sake, things that have told themselves already !" " Pardon me," replied Mr. Spencer, a little nettled at the rebuke conveyed in this expostu- lation, "I may be forgiven when I seek to know clearly, what it is now no longer doubtful, I fear, concerns mj^ own happiness as much as yours. And do not, I beseech you, misconstrue either my motives or my feelings, if I put an end to this ambiguity, and demand of you frankly, whether the secret trouble that op- presses you arises from the permission I have received to seek the honour of your hand .^" " Why will you force me to a declaration,**' replied Caroline, after a pause, " which I cannot make without pain and shame .'^" " It is so then !'' exclaimed Mr. Spencer, in a low and tremulous voice, o 3 294 THE PREMIER. Caroline's tears flowed afresh. Neither spoke for several minutes. She sat weeping, and he was pacing up and down the room in violent agitation. At length he broke silence. " I find the eifort vain," said he, *' to rest satisfied with what has passed. More must be known, more must be said. I owe it to you, to myself, to the General, to the world, (for my intentions have been no secret to that world which is constituted by the circle in which we move,) to know distinctly why I am placed in this situation. My respect for your character, my knowledge of your understanding, equally forbid me to impute your conduct to the frivo- lity which is supposed to belong to your sex. It must be something, therefore, personal to myself, some insurmountable repugnance which existed from the beginning, and which time has only heightened. " Believe me. Sir," exclaimed Caroline, alarm- ed at the excitement of his manner — " Nay," interrupted Mr. Spencer, "• let me express the little I have to say, and then, Miss Asper, I shall throw myself on your candour, on your humanity, to clear up this mystery. THE PREMIER. 295 I cannot upbraid you for that which is com- monly matter of reproach on occasions like this. You never bestowed your affections; never opened your heart to my advances ; not even a solitary smile of responsive feeling has rewarded my attentions. It is not of inconstancy, there- fore, I complain ; it is not of broken vows that I accuse you. But you deigned to endure me, and I was contiented with your condescension, believing, or rather hoping, that I should be able to make it the instrument of ultimately awakening more flattering sentiments. I have been deceived, — I mean self-deceived, for you are blameless ; or if my love can shadow out the semblance of a fault, it is, that perhaps you have suffered me to remain too long the infatu- ated dupe of my own desires. But even here, my heart finds a ready excuse for you. You knew I could not be undeceived without at the same time becoming the most wretched of men, and you recoiled from the task of inflicting un- deserved misery. Well, well — there is consola- tion, in reflecting that my happiness has been an object of your solicitude, under any circum- stances." 296 THE PREMIER. He paused, passed his hand hastily across his eyes, and walked to the further end of the room, to conceal emotions he was almost indig- nant at feeling. Caroline, who observed them, thoroughly understood the struggle he was enduring. Assuming all the tranquillity of voice and manner she could command, she ad- dressed him — " I will not think so meanly of myself,'' said she, " as to ask you to believe me, when I de- clare you have made every impression you could have wished." " Every impression ?" eagerly interrupted Mr. Spencer. " Yes," replied Caroline, with great earnest- ness, " every impression, save one.'''' " Ah !" exclaimed Mr. Spencer, " and that one is to my hopes, what the breath of life would be to a beautiful corpse." " I can, and do," continued Caroline, " ad- mire — esteem — feel grateful, for your generous forbearance ; but I cannot — love." These were dangerous admissions to make, to a man of Mr. Spencer's character, of which THE PREMIER. 297 pride and vanity were the predominant quali- ties, though kept in check by good sense, so as never to obtrude themselves either offensively, or ridiculously. When Caroline told him she could not love, she only repeated, in other words, what he had already told her, that she had not yet bestowed her affections ; but when, with the sincerity which was natural to her, she accompanied the declaration with the assurance that he had produced every other impression he could wish, — that she admired him, esteemed him, felt grateful for his generous forbearance, (a feeling which his knowledge of the human heart taueht him to consider as of kindred with softer sentiments,) she at once revived all the hopes he had ever entertained, and confirmed him in a resolution, with respect to which he had lately begun to waver. The deceits we palm upon ourselves are wonderful ! Mr. Spencer found it the easiest thing imaginable to convince himself that to be admired and es- teemed by the woman he loved, was all he could desire ; and this, simply because he had set his heart upon the attainment of an object which 298 THE PREMIER. w,as not attainable upon any better terms ; as a man who is predetermined to make a purchase, finds a fresh motive to do so in every defect that is pointed out. Caroline hoped that her confession would produce the consequence she desired ; and she believed it had, when Mr. Spencer vehemently declared " he was satisfied," and abruptly changed the conversation. Yet, there seemed to be a secret exultation in his look and manner afterwards, which disquieted her; and as he took his leave, his parting words sounded like an omen of evil in her ears. " I rejoice at this explanation," said he. " It enables me at once to take a step which will convince you, that had I been so fortunate as to obtain your love, I should have known how to appreciate it.'' And here Caroline shall be her own historian again. It was within a week after the inter- view with Mr. Spencer, that she wrote the fol- lowing letter to Louisa, from a sick bed. " Your prediction is fulfilled. I am to be the wife of Mr. Spencer ! !" Yesterday, he dined ' THE PREMIER. 299 with US. It was the first time / had seen him since that dreadful conversation which I related to you. I perceived no alteration in his man- ner ; or if there were any, I should say it was more coldly ceremonious, more elaborately re- spectful, than usual. He seemed to be acting a part, and knowing what I now do, I have no doubt he was. When he left us, which was early in the evening, my father proposed a game of chess, while he regaled himself with his hookah. You know, I seldom venture to win, when I play with the General : but last night he appeared so determined to lose, that I mustered courage and made a check-mate. " You will wonder what all this has to do with the commencement of my letter. You shall hear. I looked at my father, expecting to see him (as he generally is when beaten at chess) with a peevish brow ; but I perceived tears in his eyes. Before I could inquire their cause, he grasped my hand, drew me to him, and kissing me tenderly, said, ' I am soon to lose you, girl; but it is for your happiness, I hope ; and when you are married, I shall break up my quarters here and billet myself at 300 THE PREMIKR. Spencer's, I think.' — 'Married!' I exclaimed, while a film came across my sight, as I tot- tered back to my chair, where I sat trembling and stupified. My father, who attributed my emotion to the same feelings as agitated him- self, strove to console me by reiterating his de- termination to accept Mr. Spencer's proposal of residing with its after our union ! I could only listen, as he went on to state that Mr. Spencer had made a formal demand of my hand, and wished the ceremony to take place almost im- mediately ; that ive might have the summer and autumn for a tour through Switzerland and Italy ! " I made the best excuse I could for bidding my father good-night ; hurried to my chamber ; and watched in the morning without once stir- ring from the seat on which I first threw my- self. My temples seem iron-bound; my eyes are hot, for want of tears ; but all perturbation of mind has left me. I can think with a calm- ness which would surprise me, if it were not that I knoiv my thoughts. They, thank Hea- ven ! I can call my own, as well as the resolu- tion to follow their counsel. THE PREMIER. 301 " I am no heroine of romance, my dear Louisa. But- I feel a strange certainty that I never shall be the wife of this man. I seem to be as well assured of this, as if he were dead, or wedded to another, or I already in my own coffin. Yet I have determined nothing, though my brain has teemed with a thousand things I fancy I could do, rather than do that which it is horrible to think of,— stand at God's altar, a sacrifice, and leave it — a wretch ! " Mr. Spencer says he loves me. He shows he loves himself better ; and would willingly purchase his own happiness (and such happi- ness too !) at the expense of mine. I confess, I cannot comprehend that love which requires no partner in its felicity ; which can riot in its solitary joys, without one thought of the aching heart that is their price. Oh ! how I seem to loathe him now ! How my soul shrinks from the cold, reckless being, who, in scorn of all I said, in mockery of all my griefs, which he affected to deplore, and in coarse, insolent contempt of an avowal which should at least have made him pause, if it did not at once put an end to his hopes, meanly seeks to gain his purely selfish ends through parental authority ! VOL. I. P 302 THE PREMIER. " Is there not something intensely odious in such conduct ? Good God ! How I could have honoured that man to the last moment of my life, had he only displayed (what surely is no extraordinary virtue) the mere forbearance from making me miserable ! '' Heaven knows, I am miserable enough ! For it is not only that I have to endure the bitterness of my father's reproaches when he shall know I cannot — no, no — that is not the word, — nor ' will not** neither — but, — that I AM NOT to be the wife of the man he has chosen — it is not, I say, this alone which I have to en- dure. A heavier woe weighs upon my heart. *' Your brother, my dear Louisa, has caused me many tears, many hours of poignant anguish. He is not so kind as he ought to be, knowing, as he does, how much I have suffered, how much I still suffer, how much I am willing to suffer, for his sake. He has heard of Mr. Spencer''s visits. He has upbraided me with them ; and when I conjure him either to seek a reconciliation with Sir George, or to let me acknowledge all to the General, without it, he refuses both, and leaves me to sustain, as best I may, the distressing conse- THE PREMIER. 303 quences of my ambiguous situation. I do not impugn his motives for this conduct. I am sure they are such as satisfy his own pure heart and honourable mind. But if he could see me at this moment, I do not think he would venture to try how much more my heart can bear be- fore it breaks. " Every way, I am unfortunate in this crisis of my fate. My brother Henry, were he in London, would, I know, at all hazards, be my advocate with my father. But he does not ex- pect his regiment to leave Ireland till the fall of the year at the soonest, and by that time, perhaps, I shall have withered, with the leaves of the forest ! " Do not be angry vi\\h your poor friend, if, being unhappy, she clothes the future in the sombre colours of her present melancholy thoughts. God bless you ! I should be still more unhappy, had I not such a one as thou art, my dearest Louisa, to v/hom I can tell these thoughts.— Adieu !" " C. A." END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. LONDON ; PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY, Dorset Street, Fleet Street. / ^^