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may not be unsatisfactory to describe We quote the following as worthy the dwellings whose inhabitants are the notice of the Arundel Society, thus hospitable. The hut here spoken particularly as it is out of the general of was rude enough-a mass of stones tourings of connoisseurs. in a circle of about twelve feet dia
“The screen of the high altar (the meter, and eight feet high, with a
church at Ardara) is covered with porconical roof made of sticks and reeds.
traits of apostles, saints, and martyrs, The whole family had but one bed; a
apparently a work of the thirteenth or few ashes were burning in a hole in early part of the fourteenth century; the ground; a bundle of clothes, some and, notwithstanding the neglect and flat loaves of bread, and three or four damp, the colours and gildings are still pans, made up the inventory of goods. bright and untarnished. Many of them The shepherd was preparing to kill a are exquisitely finished, with all the lamb for his family, yet he offered to fineness of an Albert Durer and Holbein, accompany the stranger, which he and will vie with the best specimens of did, and went with him a distance of the early masters in the gallery of Dres
den, or the Pinakotheke at Munich." three miles. “After showing me the spot, and sharing a light meal, I Valery, the mistranslator just menoffered him a trifle for his trouble; tioned, is in ecstacy in his notice of but he indignantly refused it, and, on these works. He considers them leaving to return home, gave me an worthy the perpetuity which the adieu with a fervent but courteous graver alone can give them, and condemeanour, which would have shamed siders how great their reputation many a mitred and coroneted head." would be had they found a Lanzi, a We are not, however, to conclude d'Agincour, or a Cicognara. that all the shepherd districts, how- We have now travelled with our ever they may bear no reproach on agreeable, well-informed author over the score of hospitality, are regions of much country-wild, and partially culinnocence and virtue. We are told, tivated; have speculated with him on the authority of a Padre Angius, upon all things that attracted attenthat the people of Bonorva are quar- tion by the way; and, though the relsome and vindictive ; and a story roads have been somewhat rough, we is told of their envious character. I have kept our tempers pretty wellcertain Don Pietrino Prunas was the no light accomplishment for fellowowner of much cattle, and ninety- travellers; and our disputes have nine flocks of sheep; he was assassi- been rather amusing than serious. nated on the very day he had brought We now enter with him the capital the number to a hundred, for no other of Sardinia-Cagliari. We shall not reason than out of envy of his happi- follow him, however, through the moness. And here Mr Tyndale remarks, dern town, though there can be no in a note, a French translator's care- better cicerone ; nor look in at the lessness. Valery, in mentioning museum, fearful of long detention ; the circumstance, says that he was not even to examine the Phænician murdered ‘le jour même où il atteign- curiosities, or discuss the identity in ait sa centième année.' The words character, with them, of some seals professed to
be translated are, found in the bogs of Ireland; or to ** Padrone di 99 greggi di pecori, speculate with Sir George Staunton trucidato nel giorno istesso che ei as to their Chinese origin, and how doneva formarsi la centessima." they unaccountably found themselves,
The reader will not expect to find some in an Irish bog and some in accounts of many treasures of the excavated earth in Sardinia, and from fine arts in Sardinia. Convents and thence into the museum at Cagliari. churches are, however, not without We are content to visit some Roman statues and pictures. Nor do the antiquities, and read inscriptions probclergy or inmates of convents possess ably of the age of the Antonines, or much knowledge on the subject. If of an earlier period. The monuments a picture is pronounced a Michael are sepulchral: one is of a very inAngelo, without doubt the possessors, teresting character. It is of some arwith a charming simplicity, would chitectural pretensions—in honour of inquire “ who Michael Angelo was.” an exemplary wife, who, like Alcestis, is said to have died for her hus- reader—we say general reader, for, band. The prose tale, were it in ex- whatever be his taste or pursuit, he istence, might have told, perhaps, how will find amusement and information. Pomptilla—for that is her name-at- The work is a full work. If the tended her husband in a sickness, reader be an antiquary, he will be caught his fever, and died, while he gratified with deep research and hisrecovered. The inscriptions are many. toric lore; if an economist, he will Some have been made out tolerably have tabular detail and close statiswell : they are in Latin and Greek. tics; an agriculturist, and would he One, in Greek, has so much tender- emigrate from his own persecuted ness, that, deeming it quite worthy the lands, he will learn the nature of soils, melancholy cadence of verse, we have their capabilities, and how fair a field been tempted to substitute our own is offered for that importable and extranslation for that of Mr Tyndale in portable commodity, his industry, so prose, with which we are not quite much wanted in Sardinia, and so little satisfied.
encouraged at home; if a sportsman,
besides the use of the gun, which he Pomptilla, from thy dew-embalmèd earth, Which mournful homage of our love receives,
knows already, he will be initiated May fairest lilies rise,
into the mystery of tunny fishing, Pale flow'rets of a sad funereal birth
and, would he turn it to his profit, And roses opening their scarce-blushing leaves, have license to dispose of his game. Of tenderest dyes,
Nay, even the wide-awake shopAnd violets, that from their languid eyes, Shed perfumed shower
keeper may learn how to set up his And blessèd amaranth that never dies.
in Sassari or Cagliari, and 0! be thyself a flower,
what stock he had best take out. If Th' unsullied snow-drop-- being and witness he be a neer-do-weel just returned
from California, and surprised into Of thy pure self, e'en to perpetual years— As erst a flow’ret fair Narcissus grew
the possession of a sackful of gold, Mr And Hyacinthus all bedew'd with tears.
Tyndale will conduct him to the
Barathra into which he may throw it, For when, now in the tremulous hour of whether they be sea-fisheries or landdeath,
marshes; or into whose pockets he Her spouse Philippus near to Lethe drew His unresisting lips and fainting breath,
may deposit the wealth, whose burthen A woman's duteous vow she vow'd- he is of course wearied in bearing, for And gently put aside his drooping head, the excitement of generosity in beAnd her firm presence to the waters bow'd, coming a benefactor, or for the amuseAnd drank the fatal stream instead.
ment of corrupting. Such perfect union did stern Death divide,
The work is indeed a “guide book," Th’unwilling husband and the willing wife
as well as much more, for it tells every Willing to die, while he, now loathing life, one what he may do profitably or unThrough the dear love of his devoted bride- profitably in Sardinia - whether as Still lives, and weeps, and prays that he may die
traveller and private speculator, mindThat his released spirit to hers may fly,
ing his own concerns; or as an enthuAnd mingled evermore with hers abide. siastic disperser of ignorance, and
renovator of the customs, manners, In taking leave of our anthor, we religion, and political condition of a confidently recommend the three people as unlike his own race and volumes on Sardinia to the general kindred as possible.
THE CAXTONS. -PART XIV.
THERE would have been nothing in eagerly, then checked me on the sudwhat had chanced to justify the sus- den. “There may be nothing in all picions that tortured me, but for my this!” he cried. “Sir, we must be men impressions as to the character of here—have our heads cool, our reason Vivian.
clear : stop !" And, leaning back in Reader, bast thon not, in the easy, the chaise, Roland refused further concareless sociability of youth, formed ac- versation, and, as the night advanced, quaintance with some one, in whose seemed to sleep. I took pity on his more engagingorbrilliant qualities thou fatigue, and devoured my heart in hast—not lost that dislike to defects silence. At each stage we heard of orvices which is natural to an age when, the party of which we were in pursuit. even while we err, we adore what is At the first stage or two we were less good, and glow with enthusiasm for than an hour behind ; gradually, as we the ennobling sentiment and the vir- advanced, we lost ground, despite the tuous deed-no, happily, not lost dis- most lavish liberality to the postboys. like to what is bad, nor thy quick I supposed, at length, that the mere sense of it, -but conceived a keen in- circumstance of changing, at each reterest in the struggle between the bad lay, the chaise as well as the horses, that revolted, and the good that at- was the cause of our comparative tracted thee, in thy companion? Then, slowness; and, on saying this to Roperhaps, thou hast lost sight of him land, as we were changing horses, for a time - suddenly thou hearest somewhere about midnight, he at once that he has done something out of the called up the master of the inn, and way of ordinary good or common. gave him his own price for permission place evil : And, in either--the good to retain the chaise till the journey's or the evil—thy mind runs rapidly end. This was so unlike Roland's ordiback over its old reminiscences, and pary thrift, whether dealing with my of either thou sayest, “ How natural! money or his own-so unjustified by -only So-and-so could have done this the fortune of either-that I could thing !"
not help muttering something in apoThus I felt respecting Vivian. The logy. most remarkable qualities in his cha- " Can you guess why I was a racter were his keen power of calcula- miser?” said Roland, calmly. tion, and his unhesitating audacity- “Amiser!-anything but that! Only qualities that lead to fame or to in- prudent-military men often are so. famy, according to the cultivation of “I was a miser," repeated the Capthe moral sense and the direction of tain, with emphasis. " I began the the passions. Had I recognised those habit first when my son was but a qualities in some agency apparently child. I thought him high-spirited, and of good—and it seemed yet doubtful if with a taste for extravagance. Well,' Vivian were the agent-I should have said I to myself, I will save for him; cried, “It is he! and the better angel boys will be boys.' Then, afterwards, has triumphed!" With the same (alas ! when he was no more a child, (at least with a yet more impulsive) quickness, he began to have the vices of a man !) I when the agency was of evil, and said to myself, 'Patience, he may rethe agent equally dubious, I felt that form still ; if not, I will save money the qualities revealed the man, and that I may have power over his selfthat the demon had prevailed. interest, since I have none over his
Mile after mile, stage after stage, heart. I will bribe him into honour!' were passed, on the dreary, intermin. And then—and then-God saw that able, high north road. I narrated to I was very proud, and I was punished. my companion, more intelligibly than Tell them to drive faster-fasterI had yet done, my causes for appre- why, this is a snail's pace!" hension. The Captain at first listened All that night, all the next day, till
towards the evening, we pursued our to the panting sides of our horses.
lady and her servants had taken refuge
We did the next stage in “Did the servant get off the dickey little more than two-thirds of the time after you set out, and before the acciwhich we should have occupied in dent happened ?" our former mode of travel-indeed, I “Why, yes. He said the wheels found it hard to keep pace with Ro- were catching fire, that they had not land. We remounted; we were only the patent axles, and he had forgot to twenty-five minutes behind the car- have them oiled." riage. We felt confident that we " And he looked at the wheels, and should overtake it before it could shortly afterwards the linch-pinch reach the next town—the moon was came out ?- Eh?" up-we could see far before us--we " Anon, sir !" said the postboy, rode at full speed. Milestone after staring ; "why, and indeed so it was !" milestone glided by, the carriage was “Come on, Pisistratus, we are in not visible. We arrived at the post- time; but pray God-pray Godtown, or rather village ; it contained that—"the Captain dashed his spur but one posting-house. We were long into the horse's sides, and the rest of in knocking up the ostlers--no car- his words was lost to me. riage had arrived just before us; no A few yards back from the causecarriage had passed the place since way, broad patch of green before it, noon.
stood the inn--a sullen, old-fashioned What mystery was this?
building of cold gray stone, looking " Back, back, boy !” said Roland, livid in the moonlight, with black firs with a soldier's quick wit, and spurring at one side, throwing over half of it a his jaded horse from the yard. “They dismal shadow. So solitary! not a will have taken a cross-road or by- house, not a hut near it. If they who lane. We shall track them by the kept the inn were such that villany hoofs of the horses or the print of the might reckon on their connivance, and wheels."
innocence despair of their aid—there Our postilion grumbled, and pointed was no neighbourhood to alarm--no VOL. LXVI.-NO. CCCCV.
refuge at hand. The spot was well a loud voice, and I felt a hand gripe chosen.
at my throat. I struck at random in The doors of the inn were closed; the dark, and with effect, for my there was a light in the room below; blow was followed by a groan and a but the outside shutters were drawn over the windows on the first floor. My Roland, meanwhile, had detected uncle paused a moment, and said to a ray through the chinks of a door in the postilion
the hall, and, guided by it, found his “Do you know the back way to way into the room at the window of the premises ?"
which we had seen the ligst pass and “No, sir; I does'nt often come go, while without. As he threw the by this way, and they be new folks door open, I bounded after him ; and that have taken the house--and I saw in a kind of parlour, two females hear it don't prosper over-much.” the one a stranger, no doubt the hostess,
“ Knock at the door-we will stand the other the treacherous abigail. a little aside while you do so. If any Their faces evinced their terror. one ask what you want-merely 6 Woman," I said, seizing the last, say you would speak to the servant " where is Miss Trevanion ?"
Inthat you have found a purse ;-here, stead of replying, the woman set up hold up mine."
a loud shriek. Another light now Roland and had dismounted, and gleamed from the staircase, which my uncle drew me close to the wall immediately faced the door, and I by the door. Observing that my im- heard a voice that I recognised as patience ill submitted to what seemed Peacock's, cry out, “Who's there?to me idle preliminaries,
what's the matter ?" “Hist!" whispered he; “if there be I made a rush at the stairs. A buranything to conceal within, they will ley form (that of the landlord, who not answer the door till some one has had recovered from my blow) obreconnoitred : : were they to see us, structed my way for a moment, to they would refuse to open. But see- measure its length on the floor at the ing only the postboy, whom they will next. I was at the top of the stairs, suppose at first to be one of those who Peacock recognised me; recoiled, and brought the carriage-they will have extinguished the light. Oaths, cries, no suspicion. Be ready to rush in the and shrieks, now resounded through moment the door is unbarred.
the dark. Amidst them all, I sudMy uncle's veteran experience did denly heard a voice exclaim, “ Here, not deceive him. There was a long here!-help !" It was the voice of silence before any reply was made to the Fanny. I made my way to the right, postboy's summons; the light passed whence the voice came, and received a to and fro rapidly across the window, violent blow. Fortunately, it fell on as if persons were moving within. the arm which I extended, as men do Roland made sign to the postboy to who feel their way through the dark. knock again ; he did so twice-thrice It was not the right arm,
and I seized —and at last, from an attic-window and closed on my assailant. Roland in the roof, a head obtruded, and a now came up, a candle in his hand; voice cried, “ Who are you ?-what do and at that sight my antagonist, who you want?"
was no other than Peacock, slipped " I'm the postboy at the Red Lion; from me, and made a rush at the I want to see the servant with the stairs. But the Captain caught him brown carriage; I have found this with his grasp of iron. Fearing nothing
for Roland in a contest with any single "Oh, that's all-wait a bit.” foe, and all my thoughts bent on the
The head disappeared ; we crept rescue of her whose voice again broke along under the projecting eaves of on my ear, I had already (before the the house ; we heard the bar lifted light of the candle which Roland held from the door; the door itself cau- went out in the struggle between himtiously opened; one spring and I self
and Peacock) caught sight of a door stood within, and set my back to the at the end of the passage, and thrown door to admit Roland.
myself against it: it was locked, but “Ho, help!-thieves !-help!" cried it shook and groaned to my pressure.