While I was in this kindly mood towards the great city and its inhabitants, my landlady put two letters in my hand--one was from my mother, the other from Guloseton. I opened the latter first; it ran thus:
"Dear Pelham,
"I was very sorry to hear you had left town--and so unexpectedly too. I obtained your address from Mivart"s, and hasten to avail myself of it. Pray come to town immediately, I have received some chevreuil as a present, and long for your opinion; it is too nice to keep: for all things nice were made but to grow bad when nicest; as Moore, I believe, says of flowers, subst.i.tuting sweet and fleetest, for bad and nicest; so, you see, you must come without loss of time.
"But you, my friend--how can you possibly have been spending your time?
I was kept awake all last night, by thinking what you could have for dinner. Fish is out of the question in the country; chickens die of the pip every where but in London; game is out of season; it is impossible to send to Gibblet"s for meat; it is equally impossible to get it any where else; and as for the only two natural productions of the country, vegetables and eggs, I need no extraordinary penetration, to be certain, that your cook cannot trans.m.u.te the latter into an omelette aux huitres, on the former into legumes a la creme.
"Thus, you see, by a series of undeniable demonstrations, you must absolutely be in a state of starvation. At this thought, the tears rush into my eyes: for heaven"s sake, for my sake, for your own sake, but above all, for the sake of the chevreuil, hasten to London. I figure you to myself in the last stage of atrophy--airy as a trifle, thin as the ghost of a greyhound.
"I need say no more on the subject. I may rely on your own discretion, to procure me the immediate pleasure of your company. Indeed, were I to dwell longer on your melancholy situation, my feelings would overcome me--Mais, revenons a nos moutons--(a most pertinent phrase, by the by--oh! the French excel us in every thing, from the paramount science of cookery, to the little art of conversation.)
"You must tell me your candid, your unbiased, your deliberate opinion of chevreuil. For my part, I should not wonder at the mythology of the northern heathen nations, which places hunting among the chief enjoyments of their heaven, were chevreuil the object of their chace; but nihil est omni parte beatum, it wants fat, my dear Pelham, it wants fat: nor do I see how to remedy this defect; for were we by art to supply the fat, we should deprive ourselves of the flavour bestowed by nature; and this, my dear Pelham, was always my great argument for liberty. Cooped, chained, and confined in cities, and slavery, all things lose the fresh and generous tastes, which it is the peculiar blessing of freedom and the country to afford.
"Tell me, my friend, what has been the late subject of your reflections?
My thoughts have dwelt much, and seriously, on the "terra incognita,"
the undiscovered tracts in the pays culinaire, which the profoundest investigators have left untouched and unexplored in veal. But more of this hereafter;--the lightness of a letter, is ill suited to the depths of philosophical research.
"Lord Dawton sounded me upon my votes yesterday. "A thousand pities too," said he, "that you never speak in the House of Lords." "Orator fit," said I--orators are subject to apoplexy.
"Adieu, my dear friend, for friend you are, if the philosopher was right in defining true friendship to consist in liking and disliking the same things. [Seneca.] You hate parsnips au naturel--so do I; you love pates du foie gras, et moi aussi--nous voila les meilleurs amis du monde.
"Guloseton."
So much for my friend, thought I--and now for my mother, opening the maternal epistle, which I herewith transcribe:
"My dear Henry,
"Lose no time in coming to town. Every day the ministers are filling up the minor places, and it requires a great stretch of recollection in a politician, to remember the absent. Mr. V--, said yesterday, at a dinner party, where I was present, that Lord Dawton had promised him the Borough of--. Now you know, my dear Henry, that was the very borough he promised to you: you must see further into this; Lord Dawton, is a good sort of man enough, but refused once to fight a duel; therefore, if he has disregarded his honour in one instance, he may do so in another: at all events, you have no time to lose.
"The young Duke of--gives a ball tomorrow evening: Mrs.--pays all the expenses, and I know for a certainty that she will marry him in a week; this as yet is a secret. There will be a great mixture, but the ball will be worth going to: I have a card for you.
"Lady Huffemall and I think that we shall not patronize the future d.u.c.h.ess; but have not yet made up our minds. Lady Roseville, however, speaks of the intended match with great respect, and says that since we admit convenance, as the chief rule in matrimony, she never remembers an instance in which it has been more consulted.
"There are to be several promotions in the peerage. Lord H--"s friends wish to give out that he will have a dukedom; Mais j"en doute. However, he has well deserved it; for he not only gives the best dinners in town, but the best account of them, in the Morning Post, afterwards; which I think is very properly upholding the dignity of our order.
"I hope most earnestly that you do not (in your country retreat) neglect your health; nor, I may add, your mind; and that you take an opportunity every other day of practising waltzing, which you can very well do, with the help of an arm-chair. I would send you down (did I not expect you here so soon) Lord Mount E--"s Musical Reminiscences; not only because it is a very entertaining book; but because I wish you to pay much greater attention to music than you seem inclined to do. T. H--who is never very refined in his bon mots, says, that Lord M. seems to have considered the world a concert, in which the best performer plays first fiddle. It is, indeed, quite delightful to see the veneration our musical friend has for the orchestra and its occupants. I wish to heaven, my dear Henry, he could instil into you a little of his ardour.
I am quite mortified at times by your ignorance of tunes and operas: nothing tells better in conversation, than a knowledge of music, as you will one day or other discover.
"G.o.d bless you, my dearest Henry. Fully expecting you, I have sent to engage your former rooms at Mivart"s; do not let me be disappointed.
"Yours,
"F. P."
I read the above letter twice over, and felt my cheek glow and my heart swell as I pa.s.sed the pa.s.sage relative to Lord Dawton and the borough.
The new minister had certainly, for some weeks since, been playing a double part with me; it would long ago have been easy to procure me a subordinate situation--still easier to place me in parliament; yet he had contented himself with doubtful promises and idle civilities. What, however, seemed to me most unaccountable was, his motive in breaking or paltering with his engagement; he knew that I had served him and his party better than half his corps; he professed, not only to me, but to society, the highest opinion of my abilities, knowledge, and application. He saw, consequently, how serviceable I could be as a friend; and from the same qualities, joined to the rank of my birth and connections, and the high and resentful temper of my mind, he might readily augur that I could be equally influential as a foe.
With this reflection, I stilled the beating of my heart, and the fever of my pulse. I crushed the obnoxious letter in my hand, walked thrice up and down my room, paused at the bell--rung it violently--ordered post horses instantly, and in less than an hour was on the road to London.
How different is the human mind, according to the difference of place.
In our pa.s.sions, as in our creeds, we are the mere dependents of geographical situation. Nay, the trifling variation of a single mile will revolutionize the whole tides and torrents of our hearts. The man who is meek, generous, benevolent, and kind in the country, enters the scene of contest, and becomes forthwith fiery or mean, selfish or stern, just as if the virtues were only for solitude, and the vices for the city. I have ill expressed the above reflection; n"importe--so much the better shall I explain my feelings at the time I speak of--for I was then too eager and engrossed to attend to the niceties of words. On my arrival at Mivart"s, I scarcely allowed myself time to change my dress before I set out to Lord Dawton. He shall afford me an explanation, I thought, or a recompence, or a revenge. I knocked at the door--the minister was out. "Give him this card," said I, haughtily, to the porter, "and say I shall call to-morrow at three."
I walked to Brookes"s--there I met Mr. V--. My acquaintance with him was small, but he was a man of talent, and, what was more to my purpose, of open manners. I went up to him, and we entered into conversation. "Is it true," said I; "that I am to congratulate you upon the certainty of your return for Lord Dawton"s borough of--?"
"I believe so," replied V--. "Lord Dawton engaged it to me last week, and Mr. H--, the present member, has accepted the Chiltern Hundreds. You know all our family support Lord Dawton warmly on the present crisis, and my return for this borough was materially insisted upon. Such things are, you see, Mr. Pelham, even in these virtuous days of parliamentary purity."
"True," said I, dissembling my chagrin, "yourself and Dawton have made an admirable exchange. Think you the ministry can be said to be fairly seated?"
"By no means; every thing depends upon the motion of--, brought on next week. Dawton looks to that as to the decisive battle for this session."
Lord Gavelton now joined us, and I sauntered away with the utmost (seeming) indifference. At the top of St. James"s-street, Lady Roseville"s well known carriage pa.s.sed me--she stopped for a moment. "We shall meet at the Duke of--"s to-night," said she, "shall we not?"
"If you go--certainly," I replied.
I went home to my solitary apartment, and if I suffered somewhat of the torments of baffled hope and foiled ambition, the pang is not for the spectator. My lighter moments are for the world--my deeper for myself; and, like the Spartan boy, I would keep, even in the pangs of death, a mantle over the teeth and fangs which are fastening upon my breast.
CHAPTER LXXI.
Nocet empta dolore voluptas.--Ovid.
The FIRST person I saw at the Duke of--"s was Mr. Mivart--he officiated as gentleman usher: the SECOND was my mother--she was, as usual, surrounded by men, "the shades of heroes that have been," remnants of a former day, when the feet of the young and fair Lady Frances were as light as her head, and she might have rivalled in the science de la danse, even the graceful d.u.c.h.ess of B--d. Over the dandies of her own time she still preserved her ancient empire; and it was amusing enough to hear the address of the ci-devant jeunes hommes, who continued, through habit, the compliments began thirty years since, through admiration.
My mother was, indeed, what the world calls a very charming, agreeable woman. Few persons were more popular in society; her manners were perfection--her smile enchantment; she lived, moved, breathed, only for the world, and the world was not ungrateful for the constancy of her devotion. Yet, if her letters have given my readers any idea of her character, they will perceive that the very desire of supremacy in ton, gave (G.o.d forgive my filial impiety!) a sort of demi-vulgarism to her ideas; for they who live wholly for the opinion of others, always want that self-dignity which alone confers a high cast to the sentiments; and the most really unexceptionable in mode, are frequently the least genuinely patrician in mind.
I joined the maternal party, and Lady Frances soon took an opportunity of whispering, "You are looking very well, and very handsome; I declare you are not unlike me, especially about the eyes. I have just heard that Miss Glanville will be a great heiress, for poor Sir Reginald cannot live much longer. She is here to-night; pray do not lose the opportunity."
My cheek burnt like fire at this speech, and my mother, quietly observing that I had a beautiful colour, and ought therefore immediately to find out Miss Glanville, lest it should vanish by the least delay, turned from me to speak of a public breakfast about shortly to be given. I pa.s.sed into the dancing-room; there I found Vincent; he was in unusually good spirits.
"Well," said he, with a sneer, "you have not taken your seat yet. I suppose Lord Dawton"s representative, whose place you are to supply, is like Theseus, sedet eternumque sedebit. A thousand pities you can"t come in before next week; we shall then have fiery motions in the Lower House, as the astrologers say."
I smiled. "Ah, mon cher!" said I, "Sparta hath many a worthier son than me! Meanwhile, how get on the n.o.ble Lords Lesborough and Lincoln? "sure such a pair were never seen, so justly formed to meet by nature!""
"Pooh!" said Vincent, coa.r.s.ely, "they shall get on well enough, before you get in. Look to yourself, and remember that "Caesar plays the ingrate.""
Vincent turned away; my eyes were rivetted on the ground; the beautiful Lady--pa.s.sed by me; "What, you in a reverie?" said she, laughing; "our very host will turn thoughtful next!"
"Nay," said I, "in your absence would you have me glad? However, if Moore"s mythology be true--Beauty loves Folly the better for borrowing something from Reason; but, come, this is a place not for the grave, but the giddy. Let us join the waltzers."
"I am engaged."
"I know it! do you think I would dance with any woman who was not engaged?--there would be no triumph to one"s vanity in that case.
Allons, ma belle, you must prefer me to an engagement;" and so saying, I led off my prize.
Her intended partner was Mr. V--; just as we had joined the dancers, he spied us out, and approached with his long, serious, respectful face; the music struck up, and the next moment poor V. was very nearly struck down. Fraught with the most political spite, I whirled up against him; apologized with my blandest smile, and left him wiping his mouth, and rubbing his shoulder, the most forlorn picture of Hope in adversity, that can possibly be conceived.