Where the fire had smoked and smouldered, Thus it was that in the Northland Came the Spring with all its splendor, In the tickets and the meadows From his wanderings far to eastward, And the people of the village No one else beholds such wonders!' He had seen, he said, a water Bigger than the Big-Sea-Water, Broader than the Gitche Gumee, Bitter so that none could drink it! At each other looked the warriors, Looked the women at each other, Smiled, and said, It cannot be so! Kaw!' they said, it cannot be so!' O'er it, said he, o'er this water Came a great canoe with pinions, A canoe with wings came flying, Bigger than a grove of pine-trees, Taller than the tallest tree-tops! And the old men and the women Looked and tittered at each other; 'Kaw!' they said, 'we don't believe it.' From its mouth, he said, to greet him, Came Waywassimo, the lightning, Came the thunder, Annemcekee! And the warriors and the women Laughed aloud at poor Iagoo; 6 Kaw!' they said, what tales you tell us!' In it, said he, came a people, In the great canoe with pinions Came, he said, a hundred warriors; Painted white were all their faces, And with hair their chins were covered! And the warriors and the women Laughed and shouted in derision, Like the ravens on the tree-tops, Like the crows upon the hemlock. 'Kaw!' they said, what lies you tell us! Do not think that we believe them!' Only Hiawatha laughed not, But he gravely spake and answered To their jeering and their jesting: 'True is all Iagoo tells us; I have seen it in a vision, Seen the great canoe with pinions, Let us welcome, then, the strangers, SWIFT'S COPYRIGHTS. -The great additional night which "N. & Q." has been the means of throwing on the literary history of Pope, renders it very desirable that similar attention should be paid to other eminent authors. Mr. Forster is now engaged on a new edition of Swift, and I would beg to suggest that our Editor should open his columns to a series of SWIFTIANA. It has been assumed by Sir Walter Scott, Mr. Roscoe, and others, that Pope was concerned in the publication of Gulliver, and received for the copyright a sum of £300, of which Swift generously made him a present. I can find no authority for this statement, nor does it appear that Pope was connected with the mystification that accompanied the publication of Gulliver. Erasmus Lewis was the negotiator, and the sum demanded for the copyright was only £200. The Manuscript was sent to Benjamin Motte, Swift's publisher; with a request that he should immediately, on undertaking the publication, deliver a bank bill of £200. Motte demurred to the immediate payment, but offered to publish the work within a month after he received the copy; and to pay the sum demanded, if the success would allow it, in six months. His terms were apparently accepted, for Gulliver appeared in the latter end of October or beginning of November, 1726. Arbuthnot mentions it under the date of November 8, saying he believed the Travels would have as great a run as John Bunyan. At the expiration of the six months, Motte seems to have applied for a longer period of credit. Swift's answer is characteristic::-"Mr. Motte, I send this enclosed by a friend, to be sent to you, to desire that you would go to the house of Erasmus Lewis in Cork Street, behind Burlington House, and let him know that you are come from me; for to the said Mr. Lewis I have given full power to treat concerning my cousin Gulliver's book, and whatever he and you shall settle I will consent to," &c.- "RICHARD SYMPSON." This is in Swift's handwriting, very slightly disguised. The engagement was closed in about a week afterwards, as appears from a memorandum on the same sheet: "London, May 4th, 1727. I am fully satisfied.E. LEWIS." These documents, with others, were first published in 1840 by Dr. W. C. Taylor, in an illustrated edition of Gulliver; and I have seen the originals in the possession of the Rev. C. Bathurst Woodman, grandson of Mr. Bathurst the publisher, who began his career in partnership with Mr. Motte. Pope does not appear in the transaction. Motte also published the Miscellanies, and by this work Swift received no pecuniary advantage. From unpublished letters, in the possession of Mr. Woodman (which it is to be hoped that gentleman will give to the world), it appears that the copyright money was divided between Pope, Arbuthnot, Gay, and Swift; but that Swift's portion was directed to be sent to the widow Hyde, in Dame Street, Dublin. Mr. John Hyde was a respectable bookseller in Dublin, mentioned in Swift's printed correspondence. He died in 1729 in Motte's debt; and it was, no doubt, to relieve the widow, that Swift thus disposed of his share of the copyright of the Miscellanies. At all events, there is a positive declaration from Swift, addressed to Motte, December 9, 1782, that he had no advantage by any one of the four volumes of the Miscellanies. In a letter addressed to Pulteney, dated in the printed correspondence, May 12, 1735, Swift says: "I never got a farthing for anything I writ, except once, about eight years ago, and that by Mr. Pope's prudent management for me." The vague expression, "about eight years ago," would apply either to Gulliver or the Miscellanies; but I conceive the Dean alluded to the sum of £200 for the copyright of Gulliver. When corresponding with Motte in 1727, under the name of Richard Sympson, he was living with Pope at Twickenham; and most likely consulted with his friend as to the transaction with Motte, before giving Lewis instructions how to act. Pope was well skilled in the art of dealing with booksellers! I may add, that there is an interesting unpublished letter by Swift in the Collection of Mr. Watson, bookseller, Prince's Street, Edinburgh; who has perhaps the finest private collection of autographs and old historical pictures in the kingdom. INVERNESS. R. CARRUTHERS. -Notes and Queries. CHAPTER XI. than either extreme beauty, and a manner of such fascination as made her name of European celebrity. fessed to explain her influence at Court, or the secret means to which she owed her as cendancy over royal highnesses, and her sway over cardinals. Enough that she possessed such, and that the world knew it. The same success attended her at Vienna and at Paris. She was courted and sought after everywhere; and if her arrival was not fêted with THERE is a trait in the lives of great di- When Sir Horace first met her, he was the plomatists, of which it is just possible some junior member of our embassy at Naples, and one or other of my readers may not have she the distinguished leader of fashion in heard, which is, that none of them have ever that city. We are not about to busy ourattained to any eminence without an attach-selves with the various narratives which proment we can find no better word for itto some woman of superior understanding, who has united within herself great talents for society, with a high and soaring ambition. They who only recognize in the world of politics the dry details of ordinary parliamentary business, poor-law questions, sanitary rules, railroad bills, and colonial grants, can form but a scanty notion of the excite- the public demonstrations that await royalty, ment derived from the high interests of party, it was assuredly an event recognized with all and the great game played by about twenty that could flatter her vanity, or minister to mighty gamblers, with the whole world for her self-esteem. the table, and kingdoms for counters. In this " grande rôle women perform no ignoble part; nay, it were not too much to say that theirs is the very motive-power of the whole vast machinery. Sir Horace was presented to her as an attaché, when she simply bowed and smiled. He renewed his acquaintance some ten years later as a secretary, when she vouchsafed to say she remembered him. A third time, after a lapse of years, he came before her as a chargé d'affaires, when she conversed with him; and lastly, when time had made him a minister, and with less generosity had laid its impress upon herself, she gave him her hand, and said "My dear Horace, how charming to see an old friend, if you be good enough to let me call you so." And he was so; he accepted the friendship as frankly as it was proffered. He knew that time was, when he could have no pretension to this distinction; but the beautiful Princess was no longer young; the fascinations she had wielded were already a kind of Court tradition; archdukes and ambassadors were no more her slaves; nor was she the terror of jealous queens and Court favorites. Sir Horace knew all this; but he also knew that, she being such, his ambition had never dared to aspire to her friendship, and it was only in her days of declining fortune that he could hope for such distinction. Had we any right to step beyond the limits of our story for illustration, it would not be difficult to quote names enough to show that we are speaking not at hazard, but "from book;" and that great events derive far less of their impulse from "the lords" than from "the ladies of creation." Whatever be the part they take in these contests, their chief attention is ever directed, not to the smaller battle-field of home questions, but to the greater and wider campaign of international politics. Men may wrangle, and hair-split, and divide about a harbor bill or a road session; but women occupy themselves in devising how thrones may be shaken and dynasties disturbed-how frontiers may be changed, and nationalities trafficked; for, strange as it may seem, the stupendous incidents which mould human destinies are more under the influence of passion and intrigue, than the commonest events of every-day life. Our readers may, and not very unreasonably, begin to suspect that it was in some moment of abstraction we wrote "Glencore" at the head of these pages, and that these speculations are but the preface to some very abstruse reflections upon the political condition of Europe. But no: they are simply intended as a prelude to the fact, that Sir Horace Upton was not exempt from the weakness of his order, and that he, too, reposed his trust upon a woman's judgment. Now, the friendship between a by-gone The name of his illustrious guide was the beauty of forty-and we will not say how Princess Sabloukoff, by birth a Pole, but many more years-and a hacknied, halfmarried to a Russian of vast wealth and high disgusted man of the world, of the same age, family, from whom she separated early in is a very curious contract. There is no love life, to mingle in the world with all the in it; as little is there any strong tie of prestige of position, riches, and-greater esteem; but there is a wonderful bond of 3 All this may seem very strange and very odd, dear reader; but we live in very strange and very odd times, and more than one-half the world is only living on "second-hand "second-hand shawls and second-hand speeches, second-hand books, and court suits and opinions are all rife; and why not second-hand friendships? self-interest and mutual convenience. Each The Princess and Sir Horace very soon saw seems to have at last found "one that under-that each needed the other. When Robert stands him;" similarity of pursuit has en- Macaire accidentally met an accomplished gendered similarity of taste. They have each gamester, who tamed the king as often as he seen the world from exactly the same point did, and could reciprocate every trick and of view, and they have come out of it equally heart-wearied and tired, stored with vast resources of social knowledge, and with a keen insight into every phase of that complex machinery by which one-half the world cheats artifice with him, he threw down the cards, saying, "Embrassons nous, nous sommes freres!" Now the illustration is a very ignoble one, but it conveys no very inexact idea of the bond which united these two distinguished individuals. the other. Madame de Sabloukoff was still hand- Sir Horace was one of those fine, acute some-she had far more than what is ill-intelligences, which may be gapped and naturedly called the remains of good looks. blunted if applied to rough work, but are She had a brilliant complexion, lustrous dark splendid instruments where you would cut eyes, and a profusion of the most beautiful cleanly, and cut deep. She saw this at once. hair. She was, besides, a most splendid He, too, recognized in her the wonderful dresser. Her toilet was the very perfection knowledge of life, joined to vast powers of of taste, and if a little inclining to over- employing it with profit. No more was magnificence, not the less becoming to one wanting to establish a friendship between whose whole air and bearing assumed some- them. Dispositions must be, to a certain thing of queenly dignity. degree, different between those who are to In the world of society there is a very live together as friends, but tastes must be great prestige attends those who have at some alike. Theirs were so. They had the same one time played a great part in life. The veneration for the same things, the same deposed king, the ex-minister, the banished regard for the same celebrities, and the same general, and even the bygone beauty, receive contempt for the small successes which were a species of respectful homage, which the engaging the minds of many around them. wider world without doors is not always If the Princess had a real appreciation of ready to accord them. Good-breeding, in the fine abilities of Sir Horace, he estimated, fact, concedes what mere justice might deny; at their full value, all the resources of her and they who have to fall back upon "souve- wondrous tact and skill, and the fascinations nirs" for this greatness, always find their which even yet surrounded her. advantage in associating with the class whose prerogative is good manners. Have we said enough to explain the terms of this alliance? or must we make one more confession, and own that her insidious praise a flattery too delicate and fine ever to be committed to absolute eulogy - convinced Sir Horace that she alone of all the world was able to comprehend the vast stores of his knowledge, and the wide measure of his capacity as a statesman. The Princess Sabloukoff was not, however, one of those who can live upon the interest of a bygone fame. She saw that, when the time of coquetting and its fascinations has passed, that still, with facilities like hers, there was yet a great game to be played. Hitherto she had only studied characters; now she began to reflect upon events. The In the great game of statecraft, diplotransition was an easy one, to which her matists are not above looking into each former knowledge contributed largely its other's hands; but this must always be acassistance. There was scarcely a viceroy, complished by means of a confederate. How scarcely a leading personage in Europe, she terribly alike are all human rogueries, whether did not know personally and well. She had the scene be a conference at Vienna, or the lived in intimacy with ministers, and states-tent of a thimblerig at Ascot! La Sabloukoff men, and great politicians. She knew them was unrivalled in the art. She knew how in all that "life of the salon," where men to push raillery and persiflage to the very alternately expand into frankness, and prac- frontiers of truth, and even peep over and tise the wily devices of their crafty callings. see what lay beyond. Sir Horace traded She had seen them in all the weaknesses, too, of inferior minds, eager after small objects, tormented by insignificant cares. They who habitually dealt with these mighty personages, only beheld them in their dignity of How did Upton know this? Whence came station, or surrounded by the imposing ac- he by that? What mysterious source of cessories of office. What an advantage, then, information is he possessed of? Who could to regard them closer and nearer to be have revealed such a secret to him? were aware of their short-comings, and acquainted questions often asked in that dreary old with the secret springs of their ambitions! drawing-room of Downing-street, where men's 6 on the material with which she supplied him, and thereby acquired the reputation of being all that was crafty and subtle in diplomacy. destinies are shaped, and the fate of millions | morning's attendance at the Foreign Office decided, from four o'clock to six P. M. he disappeared; none saw or heard of him.. Often and often were the measures of the He knew well all the value of mystery, and cabinet shaped by the tidings which arrived he accordingly disappeared from public view with all the speed of a foreign courier-over altogether. and over again were the speeches in Parliament based upon information received from him. It has even happened that the news from his hand has caused the telegraph of the Admiralty to signalize the Thunderer to put to sea with all haste. In a word, he was the trusted agent of our Government, whether ruled by a Whig or a Tory, and his despatches were ever regarded as a sure warranty for action. The English Minister at a foreign court labors under one great disadvantage, which is, that his policy, and all the consequences that are to follow it, are rarely, if ever, shaped with any reference to the state of matters then existing in his own country. Absorbed as he is in great European questions, how can he follow, with sufficient attention, the course of events at home, or recognize, in the signs and tokens of the division list, the changeful fortunes of party? He may be advising energy when the cry is all for temporizing; counselling patience and submission, when the nation is eager for a row; recommend religious concessions in the very week that Exeter Hall is denouncing toleration; or actually suggesting aid to a Government that a popular orator has proclaimed to be everything that is unjust and ignominious. It was Sir Horace Upton's fortune to have fallen into one of these embarrassments. He had advised the Home Government to take some measures, or, at least, look with favor on certain movements of the Poles in Russia, in order the better to obtain some concessions then required from the cabinet of the Czar. The Premier did not approve of the suggestion, nor was it like to meet acceptance at home. We were in a pro-Russian fever at the moment. Some mob disturbances at Norwich, a Chartist meeting at Stockport, and something else in Wales, had frightened the nation into a hot stage of conservatism; and never was there such an ill-chosen moment to succor Poles, or awaken dormant nationalities. Upton's proposal was rejected. He was even visited with one of those disagreeable acknowledgments by which the Foreign Office reminds a speculative minister, that he is going ultra crepidam. When an envoy is snubbed, he always asks for leave of absence. If the castigation be severe, he invariably, on his return to England, goes to visit the leader of the Opposition. This is the ritual. Sir Horace, however, only observed it in half. He came home; but after his first 1 When, therefore, Harcourt's letter reached him, proposing that he should visit Glencore, the project came most opportunely; and that he only accepted it for a day, was in the spirit of his habitual diplomacy, since he then gave himself all the power of an immediate departure, or permitted the option of remaining gracefully, in defiance of all pre-engagements, and all plans to be elsewhere. We have been driven, for the sake of this small fact, to go a great way round in our history; but we promise our reader that Sir Horace was one of those people whose motives are never tracked without a considerable detour. The reader knows now why he was at Glencore he always knew how. The terrible interview with Glencore brought back a second relapse of greater violence than the first, and it was nigh a fortnight ere he was pronounced out of danger. It was a strange life that Harcourt and Upton led in that dreary interval. Guests of one whose life was in utmost peril, they met in that old gallery each day to talk, in half whispered sentences, over the sick man's case, and his chances of recovery. Harcourt frankly told Upton that the first relapse was the consequence of a scene between Glencore and himself. Upton made no similar confession. He reflected deeply, however, over all that had passed, and came to the conclusion that, in Glencore's present condition, opposition might prejudice his chance of recovery, but never avail to turn him from his project. He also set himself to study the boy's character, and found it, in all respects, the very type of his father's. Great bashfulness united to great boldness, timidity and distrust, were there side by side with a rash, impetuous nature, that would hesitate at nothing in pursuit of an object. Pride, however, was the great principle of his being-the good and evil motive of all that was in him. He had pride on every subject. His name, his rank, his station, a consciousness of natural quickness, a sense of aptitude to learn whatever came before him-all gave him the same feeling of pride. "There's a deal of good in that lad," said Harcourt to Upton, one evening, as the boy had left the room; "I like his strong affection for his father, and that unbounded faith he seems to have in Glencore's being better than every one else in the world." "It is an excellent religion, my dear Har court, if it could only last!" said the diplo mate, smiling amiably. |