CHAPTERVI.
ALITTLEbandofpainterscameintoEdinburghfromaprofessionalwalk.
ThreewereofEdinburgh——Groove，agedfifty;JonesandHyacinth，young;
thelatterlong—haired.
WiththemwasayoungEnglishman，theleaderoftheexpedition，CharlesGatty.
Hisstepwaselastic，andhismannerwonderfullyanimated，withoutloudness.
\"Abrightday，\"saidhe.\"Thesunforgotwherehewas，andshone;
everythingwasinfavorofart.\"
\"Oh，dear，no，\"repliedoldGroove，\"notwhereIwas\"
\"Why，whatwasthematter？\"
\"Theflieskeptbuzzingandbiting，andstickinginthework.That’stheworstofouto’doors！\"
\"Theflies！isthatall？Swearthespidersinspecialconstablesnexttime，\"criedGatty.\"Weshallwintheday;\"andlightshoneintohishazeleye.
\"Theworldwillnotalwaysputupwiththehumbugsofthebrush，who，toimitateNature，turntheirbackonher.Paintanouto’doorsceneindoors！Iswearbythesunit’salie！theonestupid，impudentliethatglittersamongtheliesofvulgarart，likeSatanamongBelial，Mammonandallthosebeggars.
\"Nowlookhere;thebarrenoutlinesofascenemustbelookedat，tobedone;hencethesketchingsystemslop—sellersoftheAcademy！butthemilliondelicaciesoflight，shade，andcolorcanbetrustedtomemory，canthey？
\"It’saliebigenoughtoshaketheearthoutofhercourse;ifanypartoftheworkcouldbetrustedtomemoryorimagination，ithappenstobethebareoutlines，andtheycan’t.Themillionsubtletiesoflightandcolor;learnthembyheart，andsaythemoffoncanvas！thehighestangelintheskymusthavehiseyeuponthem，andlookdevilishsharp，too，orheshan’tpaintthem.IgivehimCharlesGatty’swordforthat.\"
\"That’sveryeloquent，Icallit，\"saidJones.
\"Yes，\"saidpooroldGroove，\"theladwillnevermakeapainter.\"
\"Yes，Ishall，Groove;atleastIhopeso，butitmustbealongtimefirst.\"
\"Ineverknewapainterwhocouldtalkandpaintboth，\"explainedMr.
Groove.
\"Verywell，\"saidGatty.\"ThenI’llsaybutonewordmore，anditisthis.Theartificeofpaintingisoldenoughtodie;itistimetheartwasborn.Wheneveritdoescomeintotheworld，youwillseenomoredeadcorpsesoftrees，grassandwater，robbedoftheirlife，thesunlight，andflunguponcanvasinastudio，bythelightofacigar，andalie——and——\"
\"Howmuchdoyouexpectforyourpicture？\"interruptedJones.
\"Whathasthattodowithit？Withtheselittleswords\"（wavinghisbrush），\"we’llfightfornature—light，truthlight，andsunlightagainstaworldinarms——no，worse，inswaddlingclothes.\"
\"Withtheselittleswerrds，\"repliedpooroldGroove，\"weshallcutourownthroatsifwegoagainstpeople’sprejudices.\"
Theyoungartistlaughedtheolddaubsteramerrydefiance，andthenseparatedfromtheparty，forhislodgingsweredownthestreet.
Hehadnotleftthemlong，beforeamostmusicalvoicewasheard，crying：
\"Acaallerrowoo！\"
Andtwoyoungfishwiveshoveinsight.TheboysrecognizedoneofthemasGatty’ssweetheart.
\"Isheinlovewithher？\"inquiredJones.
Hyacinththelong—hairedundertooktoreply.
\"HelovesherbetterthananythingintheworldexceptArt.LoveandArtaretwobeautifulthings，\"whinedHyacinth.
\"She，too，isbeautiful.Ihavedoneher，\"addedhe，withasimper.
\"Inoil？\"askedGroove.
\"Inoil？no，inverse，here;\"andhetookoutapaper.
\"Thenhadn’twebettercut？youmightproposereadingthem，\"saidpooroldGroove.
\"Haveyouanyoysters？\"inquiredJonesoftheCarnieandtheJohnstone，whowerenowalongside.
\"Plenty，\"answeredJean.\"Haeyeonysiller？\"
Theartistslookedatoneanother，anddidn’tallspeakatonce.
\"I，madam，\"saidoldGroove，insinuatingly，toChristie，\"amafriendofMr.Gatty’s;perhaps，onthataccount，youwould_lend_meanoysterortwo.\"
\"Na，\"saidJean，sternly.
\"Hyacinth，\"saidJones，sarcastically，\"givethemyourverses，perhapsthatwillsoftenthem.\"
Hyacinthgavehisverses，descriptiveofherself，toChristie.Thisyoungsterwasoneofthosewhomindotherpeople’sbusiness.
_Alienisstudiisdelectatuscontempsitsuum._
Hisdestinywastobeabadpainter，sohewantedtobeanexecrablepoet.
Allthismorninghehadbeendoggreling，whenheoughttohavebeendaubing;andnowhewillhavetosupoffacoloredprint，ifhesupsatall.
Christieread，blushed，andputtheversesinherbosom.
\"Comeawa，Custy，\"saidJean.
\"Hets，\"saidChristie，\"giethepuirladstwarreeoysters，whatthewaurwillwebe？\"
Sotheyopenedtheoystersforthem;andHyacinththelong—hairedlookeddownontheotherswithsarcastico—benignantsuperiority.Hehadconductedasisterarttotheaidofhisbrotherbrushes.
\"Thepoet’sempire，allourheartsallow;Butdoggrel’spowerwasneverknowntillnow.\"
CHAPTERVII.
ATthecommencementofthelastchapter，CharlesGatty，artist，wasgoingtousherinanewstateofthings，trueart，etc.WaleswastobepaintedinWales，notPolandStreet.
Heandfiveorsixmoreyoungstersweretobeintheforemostfilesoftruth，andtaketheworldbystorm.
Thiswasattwoo’clock;itisnowfive;whereuponthepostureofaffairs，theprospectsofart，thefaceoftheworld，thenatureofthings，arequitethereverse.
Intheartist’sroom，onthefloor，wasasmallchild，whosemovements，andtheyweremany，wereviewedwithhugedissatisfactionbyCharlesGatty，Esq.Thispersonage，pencilinhand，satslouchingandmorose，lookinggloomilyathisintractablemodel.
Thingsweregoingonverybadly;hehadbeenwaitingtwohoursforaninfantineposeascommonasdirt，andthelittleviperwoulddiefirst.
Outofdoorseverythingwasnothing，forthesunwasobscured，andtoallappearanceextinguishedforever.
\"Ah！Mr.Groove，\"criedhe，tothatworthy，whopeepedinatthatmoment;
youareright，itisbettertoplowawayuponcanvasblindfold，asourgrandfathers——no，grandmothers——used，thantokillourselvestoilingaftersuchcoyladiesasNatureandTruth.\"
\"Aweel，Idinnaken，sirr，\"repliedGroove，insmoothtones.\"Ididnaliketoexpressmywarmapprobationofyoubeforethelads，forfearofmakingthemjealous.\"
\"Theybe——No！\"
\"Ikenwhatyewadsay，sirr，anitwadhaebeenavarajustan’
sprightlyobservation.Aweel，betweenoursels，Ilookuponyeasayounggentlemanofamazingtalentandmoedesty.Man，yedinnadoyourseljustice;yeshouldbeinth’Academy，atthehedeo’’t.\"
\"Mr.Groove，Iamapoorfaintingpilgrimontheroad，wherestrongerspiritshavemarchederectbeforeme.\"
\"Afaintin’pelgrim！Deilafrightso’ye，ye’reabriskandbonnylad.
Ah，sirr，inmyjuveniledays，wedidnafashwinature，andtruth，anthelike.\"
\"Thelike！Whatislikenatureandtruth，exceptthemselves？\"
\"Varatrue，sirr;varatrue，andsaeIdootIwillneverattaintheheighto’profeeciencyyehaereached.An’atthisvaramoment，sir，\"
continuedGroove，withdelicioussolemnityandmystery，\"yeseebeforeye，sir，amanwhaisinmaistdismalwant——o’tenshellen！\"（Apause.）
\"Ifyoursuperiortalenthasputyeinpossessionofthatsum，yewouldobleegemeinfinitelybyatemporaryaccommodation，Mr.Gaattie.\"
\"Whydidyounotcometothepointatonce？\"criedGatty，bruskly，\"insteadofhumblingmewithundeservedpraise.There.\"Grooveheldouthishand，butmadeawryfacewhen，insteadofmoney，Gattyputasketchintohishand.
\"There，\"saidGatty，\"thatisalie！\"
\"Howcanitbealee？\"saidtheother，withsourinadvertence.\"Howcanitbealee，whenIhaenaspoken？\"
\"Youdon’tunderstandme.Thatsketchisalibelonapoorcowandanunfortunateoak—tree.IdidthemattheAcademy.Theyhadneverdonemeanywrong，poorthings;theysufferedunjustly.Youtakethemtoashop，sweartheyareatreeandacow，andsomefool，thatneverreallylookedintoacoworatree，willgiveyoutenshillingsforthem.\"
\"Areyesure，lad？\"
\"Iamsure.Mr.Groove，sir，ifyoucannotsellaliefortenshillingsyouarenotfittoliveinthisworld;whereistheliethatwillnotsellfortenshillings？\"
\"Ishallthinkthebettero’leesallmydays;sir，yourwordsareinspeeriting.\"AndawaywentGroovewiththesketch.
Gattyreflectedandstoppedhim.
\"Onsecondthoughts，Groove，youmustnotasktenshillings;youmustasktwentypoundsforthatrubbish.\"
\"Twentypund！WhatforwillIseektwentypund？\"
\"Simplybecausepeoplethatwouldnotgiveyoutenshillingsforitwillofferyouelevenpoundsforitifyouasktwentypounds.\"
\"Thefules，\"roaredGroove.\"Twentypund！hem！\"Helookedcloserintoit.
\"Fora’，\"saidhe，\"Ibegintoobsairveitisaworkofgreatmerit.I’llseektwentypund，an’I’llnotaklessthanfifteenschell’n，atpresent.\"
Thevisitofthisroutinepainterdidnotcheerourartist.
Thesmallchildgotacoalandpoundedthefloorwithitlikeamachineincapableoffatigue.Sothewished—forposeseemedmoreremotethanever.
Thedaywaxeddarkerinsteadoflighter;Mr.Gatty’sreflectionstookalsoastillmoresomberhue.
\"EvenNaturespitesus，\"thoughthe，\"becauseweloveher.\"
\"Thencant，tradition，numbers，slangandmoneyareagainstus;theleastoftheseissinglyamatchfortruth;weshalldieofdespairorpaintcobwebsinBedlam;andIamfaint，wearyofahopelessstruggle;andoneman’sbrushistruerthanmine，another’sisbolder——myhandandeyearenotintune.Ah！no！Ishallnever，never，neverbeapainter.\"
Theselastwordsbrokeaudiblyfromhimashisheadwentdownalmosttohisknees.
Ahandwasplacedonhisshoulderasaflakeofsnowfallsonthewater.
ItwasChristieJohnstone，radiant，whohadglidedinunobserved.
\"What’swrangwi’ye，mylad？\"
\"ThesunisgonetotheDevil，foronething.\"
\"Hech！hech！ye’llnobelongahinthim;divyenothinkshame.\"
\"AndIwantthatlittlebrutejusttodoso，andhe’ddiefirst.\"
\"Oh，yevillain，toca’abairnabrute;there’sbutaebrutehere，an’
it’snoyou，Jamie，norme——isit，mylamb？\"
Shethensteppedtothewindow.
\"It’scleartowindward;intenminutesye’llhaeplentysun.Takyourtoolsnoo.\"Andatthewordshekneltonthefloor，whippedoutapaperofsugar—plumsandsaidtohimshehadchristened\"Jamie.\"\"Heb！Here’ssweetiestillye.\"OutwentJamie’sarms，asifhehadbeenamachineandshehadpulledtherightstring.
\"Ah，thatwilldo，\"saidGatty，andsketchedaway.
Unfortunately，Jamiewasquicklyarrestedonthewaytoimmortalitybyhismother，whocamein，saying：
\"Imaunhaemybairn——hecannabeayewastinghistimehere.\"
Thissallyawakenedthesatirethateverliesreadyinpiscatorybosoms.
\"Wastinghistime！ye’renoblate.Oh，ye’llbefortakinghimtothecollegetolaernpheesick——andteachmaenners.\"
\"Yeneednabeginonme，\"saidthewoman.\"I’mnomatchforNewhaven.\"
Sosayingshecutshortthedisputebycarryingoffthegristleofcontention.
\"Anotherenemytoart，\"saidGatty，hurlingawayhispencil.
Theyoungfishwifeinquirediftherewereanymoregriefs.Whatshehadheardhadnotaccounted，toherreason，forhercompanion’sdepression.
\"Areyesick，laddy？\"saidshe.
\"No，Christie，notsick，butquite，quitedowninthemouth.\"
Shescannedhimthirtyseconds.
Whathadyetillyourdinner？\"
\"Iforget.\"
\"Achoep，likely？\"
\"Ithinkitwas.\"
\"Ormaybeitwasasteak？\"
\"Idaresayitwasasteak.\"
\"Tastemygirdlecake，thatI’vebroughtforye.\"
Shegavehimapiece;heateitrapidly，andlookedgratefullyather.
\"Noo，divyenothinkshametolookmeintheface？Yehaenadinedava.\"
Andsheworeaninjuredlook.
\"Sityethere;it’sowerlatefordinner，butye’llgetacuptea.Dooni’themooth，naewonder，whennaethinggangsdoonyour——\"
Inaminutesheplacedatea—tray，andranintothekitchenwithateapot.
Thenextmomentayellwasheard，andshereturnedlaughing，withanotherteapot.
\"Thewifehadmaskitteatillhersel’，\"saidthislawlessforager.
Teaandcakeonthetable——beautyseatedbyhisside——allinlessthanaminute.
Heofferedherapieceofcake.
\"Na！Iamnoforany.\"
\"NorIthen，\"saidhe.
\"Hets！eat，Itellye.\"
Herepliedbyputtingabittoherheavenlymouth.
\"Ye’reawfu’opinionated，\"saidshe，withacountenancethatsaidnothingshouldinduceher，andeatingitalmostcontemporaneously.
\"Putplentysugar，\"addedshe，referringtotheChineseinfusion;\"mind，Ihaeasweettooth.\"
\"Youhaveasweetset，\"saidhe，approachinganothermorsel.
Theyshowedthemselvesbywayofsmile，andconfirmedtheaccusation.
\"Aha！lad，\"answeredshe;\"they’vebeenthedeatho’monyaherrin’！\"
\"Now，whatdoesthatmeaninEnglish，Christie？\"
\"Mygrinders——（afullstop.）
\"Whichyouapprove——（afullstop.）
\"Havebeenfatal——（afullstop.）
\"Tomanyfishes！\"
ChristiepridedherselfonherEnglish，whichshehadculledfrombooks.
Thenhemadeherdrinkfromthecup，andwasostentatiousinputtinghislipstothesamepartofthebrim.
Thensheleftthetable，andinspectedallthings.
Shecametohisdrawers，openedone，andwashorror—struck.
Therewerecoatsandtrousers，withtheirlimbsinterchangeablyintertwined，waistcoats，shirts，andcigars，hurledintochaos.
Sheinstantlytookthedrawerbodilyout，broughtit，leaneditagainstthetea—table，pointedsilentlyintoit，withanairofmajesticreproach，andawaitedtheresult.
\"IcanfindwhateverIwant，\"saidtheunblushingbachelor，\"exceptmoney.\"
\"Sillerdoesnabidewi’slovens！haeyeoftensiccanagaleo’windinyourdrawer？\"
\"Everyday！SpeakEnglish！\"
\"Aweel！How_do_you_do？_that’sEnnglish！Idaursay.\"
\"Jolly！\"criedhe，withhismouthfull.Christiewasnowfoldingupandneatlyarranginghisclothes.
\"Willyouever，everbeapainter？\"
\"Iamapainter！IcouldpainttheDevilpea—green！\"
\"Dinnaspeako’yonlad，Chairles，it’snocanny.\"
\"No！Iamgoingtopaintanangel;theprettiest，cleverestgirlinScotland，’TheSnowdropoftheNorth.’\"
Andhedashedintohisbedroomtofindacanvas.
\"Hech！\"reflectedChristie.\"ThirEnnglishhaeflatteringtongues，assureasDethe;’TheSnawdrapo’theNorrth！’\"
CHAPTERVIII.
GATTY’Sbackwashardlyturnedwhenavisitorarrived，andinquired，\"IsMr.Gattyathome？\"
\"What’syourwillwi’him？\"wastheScottishreply.
\"Willyougivehimthis？\"
\"Whatest？\"
\"Areyoufondofaskingquestions？\"inquiredtheman.
\"Ay！andfulescannaanswerthem，\"retortedChristie.
Thelittledocumentwhichtheman，inretiring，leftwithChristieJohnstonepurportedtocomefromoneVictoria，whoseemed，atfirstsight，disposedtoshowCharlesGattycivilities.\"Victoria——toCharlesGatty，greeting！（salutem）.\"Christiewasmuchstruckwiththisinstanceofroyalaffability;shereadnofurther，butbegantothink，\"Victoree！
that’sthequeenhersel.Aletterfrathequeentoapainterlad！Picterswillrisei’themairket——itwillbeanordertopaintthebairns.Ihaebroughthimluck;Iamrealpleased.\"AndonGatty’sreturn，canvasinhand，shewhippedthedocumentbehindher，andsaidarchly，\"Ihaesomethingforye，atecketfraaleddy，ye’llnowantsillerfrathisday.\"
\"Indeed！\"
\"Ay！indeed，fraagreatleddy;it’svaragudeo’metogieyeit;heh！
takit.\"
Hedidtakeit，lookedstupefied，lookedagain，sunkintoachair，andglaredatit.
\"Laddy！\"saidChristie.
\"Thisisanewsteponthedownwardpath，\"saidthepoorpainter.
\"Isitnoanorrdertopainttheyoungprence？\"saidChristie，faintly.
\"No！\"almostshriekedthevictim.\"It’sawrit！Iowealotofmoney.
\"Oh，Chairles！\"
\"See！Iborrowedsixtypoundssixmonthsagoofafriend，sonowIoweeighty！\"
\"Allright！\"giggledtheunfriendlyvisitoratthedoor，whosedeparturehadbeenmoreorlessfictitious.
Christie，byanimpulse，notjustifiable，butnatural，drewheroyster—knifeout，andthistimethemanreallywentaway.
\"Hairtlessmon！\"criedshe，\"couldhenodohisamdirrtywork，andnogarmegiethepuirladth’action，andhelikeitmesaeweel！\"andshebegantowhimper.
\"Andloveyoumorenow，\"saidhe;\"don’tyoucry，dear，toaddtomyvexation.\"
\"Na！I’llnoaddtoyourvexation，\"andshegulpeddownhertears.
\"Besides，Ihavepicturespaintedworthtwohundredpounds;thisisonlyforeighty.Tobesureyoucan’tsellthemfortwohundredpencewhenyouwant.SoIshallgotojail，buttheywon’tkeepmelong.
Thenhetookaturn，andbegantofallintotheartistic，ortrueviewofmatters，which，indeed，wasneverlongabsentfromhim.
\"Lookhere，Christie，\"saidhe，\"Iamsickofconventionalassassins，humbuggingmodels，withdirtybeards，thatknittheirbrows，andtrytolookmurder;theynevermurderedsomuchasatom—cat.Ialwaysgoinfortherealthing，andhereIshallfindit.\"
\"Dinnaganginthere，lad，foronyfavor.\"
\"ThenIshallfindtheaccessoriesofapictureIhaveinmyhead——chainswithgenuinerustandancientmoulderingstoneswiththestainsoftime.\"
Hiseyebrightenedattheprospect.
\"Youamongfiefs，andchains，andstanes！Ye’llbreakmyhairt，laddy，ye’llnobeeasytillyoubreakmyhairt.\"Andthistimethetearswouldnotbedenied.
\"Iloveyouforcrying;don’tcry;\"andhefishedfromthechaoticdraweracambrichandkerchief，withwhichhedriedhertearsastheyfell.
Itismyfirmbeliefshecriednearlytwiceasmuchasshereallywantedto;shecontrivedtomakethegriefhers，thesympathyhis.Suddenlyshestopped，andsaid：
\"I’mdaft;ye’llacceptalaneo’thesillerframe，willyeno？\"
\"No！\"saidhe.\"Andwherecouldyoufindeightypound？\"
\"Auchtypund，\"criedshe，\"it’snoauchtypundthatwilldingChristieJohnstone，laddy.Ihaeboatsandnetsworthtwaauchtys;andIhaefortypundlaidby;andIhaesevenhundredpundatLondon，butthatIcannameddle.Myfeytherlentitthekingorthequeen，Idinnajustlymind;
shepaysmetheinteresttwicetheyear.SacyekenIcouldnabesaedirtyasseekmysiller，whenshepaysmeth’interest.Totheveryday，yeken.She’sjusttheonlyoneo’a’mydebtorsthat’shoenest，butneverheed，ye’llnogangtojail.\"
\"I’llholdmytongue，andsacrificemypictures，\"thoughtCharles.
\"Cheerup！\"saidChristie，mistakingthenatureofhisthoughts，\"foritdidnacomefraVictoreehersel’.Itwadsmello’themusk，yeken.Na，it’sjustawheenblackguardsatLondonthatmakesuseo’hernametotormentpuirfolk.Wadshepairsecuteapuirlad？Nolikely.\"
Shethenaskedquestions，someofwhichwereembarrassing.Onethinghecouldneversucceedinmakingherunderstand，how，sinceitwassixtypoundsheborrowed，itcouldbeeightypoundsheowed.
Thenoncemoreshepromisedhimherprotection，badehimbeofgoodcheer，andlefthim.
Atthedoorsheturned，andsaid：\"Chairles，here’sanauldwifeseekingye，\"andvanished.
ThesetwoyoungpeoplehadfallenacquaintedataNewhavenwedding.
Christie，belongingtonoone，haddancedwithhimallthenight，theyhadwalkedunderthestarstocoolthemselves，fordancingreels，withheartandsoul，isnotquadrilling.
ThenhehadseenhisbeautifulpartnerinEdinburgh，andmadeasketchofher，whichhegaveher;andbyandbyheusedtorundowntoNewhaven，andstrollupanddownacertaingreenlanenearthetown.
Next，onSundayevenings，alongwalktogether，andthenitcametovisitsathisplacenowandthen.
Andhere.RaphaelandFornarinawereinverted，ourartistusedtowork，andChristietellhimstoriesthewhile.
And，ashervoicecurledroundhisheart，heusedtosmileandlook，andlayinspiredtouchesonhissubject.
Andshe，anartistofthetongue（withoutknowingherselfone），usedtomakehimgrave，orgay，orsad，atwill，andwatchtheeffectofherartuponhiscountenance;andaveryprettyartitis——the_vivavoce_
story—teller’s——andarareoneamongthenationsofEurope.
Christiehadnotlearneditinaday;whenshebegan，sheusedtotellthemliketheotherNewhavenpeople，withanobleimpartialityofdetail，wearisometothehearer.
Butlatterlyshehadlearnedtoseizethesalientpartsofanarrative;
hervoicehadcompass，and，likeallfinespeakers，shetraveledoveragreatmanynotesinspeaking;herlowtonesweregorgeouslyrich，heruppertonesfullandsweet;allthis，andherbeauty，madethehoursshegavehimverysweettoourpoorartist.
Hewaswonttobaskinhermusic，andtellherinreturnhowhelovedher，andhowhappytheywerebothtobeassoonashehadacquiredaname，foranamewaswealth，hetoldher.AndalthoughChristieJohnstonedidnotlethimseehowmuchshetookallthistoheartandbelievedit，itwasassweetmusictoherasherownhoneysucklebreathtohim.
Sheimprovedhim.
Hedroppedcigars，andmedicalstudents，andsimilarabominations.
Christie’scool，freshbreath，asshehungoverhimwhilepainting，suggestedtohimthatsmokingmight，peradventure，beasinagainstnatureaswellasagainstcleanliness.
Andheimprovedher;shelearnedfromarttolookintonature（theusualprocessofmind）.
Shehadnoticedtoolittletheflickeringgoldoftheleavesatevening，thepurplehills，andtheshiftingstoriesandgloriesofthesky;butnow，whatevershesawhimtrytoimitate，shelearnedtoexamine.Shewasawoman，andadmiredsunset，etc.，forthisboy’ssake，andherwholeheartexpandedwithanewsensationthatsoftenedhermannertoalltheworld，andbrightenedherpersonalrays.
Thischarmingpictureofmutualaffectionhadhithertobeenadmiredonlybythosewhofiguredinit.
Butavisitorhadnowarrivedonpurposetoinspectit，etc.，attractedbyreport.
AfriendhadconsideratelyinformedMrs.Gatty，theartist’smother，andshehadinstantlystartedfromNewcastle.
ThiswastheoldladyChristiediscoveredonthestairs.
Hersuddenappearancetookherson’sbreathaway.
Nohumaneventwaslesslikelythanthatsheshouldbethere，yetthereshewas.
Afterthefirstsurpriseandaffectionategreetings，amisgivingcrossedhim，\"shemustknowaboutthewrit\"——itwasimpossible;butourmindsaresoconstituted——whenweareguilty，wefearthatothersknowwhatweknow.NowGattywasparticularlyanxioussheshouldnotknowaboutthiswrit，forhehadincurredthedebtbyactingagainstheradvice.
LastyearhecommencedapictureinwhichwasDurhamCathedral;hismotherbadehimstayquietlyathome，andpaintthecathedralanditsbanksfromaprint，\"asanyotherpainterwould，\"observedshe.
Butthiswasnotthelad’ssystem;hespentfivemonthsonthespot，andpaintedhispicture，buthehadtoborrowsixtypoundstodothis;theconditionofthisloanwas，thatinsixmonthsheshouldeitherpayeightypounds，orfinishandhandoveracertainhalf—finishedpicture.
Hedidneither;hisnewsubjectthrustasidehisoldone，andhehadnomoney，ergo，hisfriend，apicture—dealer，whohadfoundartistsslipperyinmoneymatters，followedhimupsharp，aswesee.
\"Thereisnothingthematter，Ihope，mother.Whatisit？\"
\"I’mtired，Charles.\"Hebroughtheraseat;shesatdown.
\"IdidnotcomefromNewcastle，atmyage，fornothing;youhaveformedanimproperacquaintance.\"
\"I，who？IsitJackAdams？\"
\"WorsethananyJackAdams！\"
\"Whocanthatbe？Jenkyns，mother，becausehedoesthesamethingsasJack，andpretendstobereligious.\"
\"Itisafemale——afishwife.Oh，myson！\"
\"ChristieJohnstoneanimproperacquaintance，\"saidhe;\"why！IwasgoodfornothingtillIknewher;shehasmademesogood，mother;sosteady，soindustrious;youwillneverhavetofindfaultwithmeagain.\"
\"Nonsense——awomanthatsellsfishinthestreets！\"
\"Butyouhavenotseenher.Sheisbeautiful，hermindisnotinfish;
hermindgraspsthebeautifulandthegood——sheisacompanionforprinces！WhatamIthatshewastesathoughtorarayofmusiconme？
Heavenblessher.Shereadsourbestauthors，andneverforgetsaword;
andshetellsmebeautifulstories——sometimestheymakemecry，forhervoiceisamusicthatgoesstraighttomyheart.\"
\"Awomanthatdoesnotevenweartheclothesofalady.\"
\"Itistheonlygenuinecostumeintheseislandsnotbeneathapainter’snotice.\"
\"Lookatme，Charles;atyourmother.\"
\"Yes，mother，\"saidhe，nervously.
\"Youmustpartwithher，orkillme.\"
Hestartedfromhisseatandbegantoflutterupanddowntheroom;poorexcitablecreature.\"Partwithher！\"criedhe;\"IshallneverbeapainterifIdo;whatistokeepmyheartwarmwhenthesunishid，whenthebirdsaresilent，whendifficultylooksamountainandsuccessamolehill？Whatisanartistwithoutlove？Howishetobearupagainsthisdisappointmentsfromwithin，hismortificationfromwithout？thegreatideashehasandcannotgrasp，andalltheformsofignorancethatstinghim，fromstupidinsensibilitydowntoclever，shallowcriticism？\"
\"Comebacktocommonsense，\"saidtheoldlady，coldlyandgrimly.
Helookeduneasy.Commonsensehadoftenbeenquotedagainsthim，andcommonsensehadalwaysprovedright.
\"Comebacktocommonsense.Sheshallnotbeyourmistress，andshecannotbearyourname;youmustpartsomeday，becauseyoucannotcometogether，andnowisthebesttime.\"
\"Notbetogether？allourlives，allourlives，ay，\"criedhe，risingintoenthusiasm，\"hundredsofyearstocomewillwetwobetogetherbeforemen’seyes——Iwillbeanimmortalpainter，thattheworldandtimemaycherishthefeaturesIhaveloved.Iloveher，mother，\"addedhe，withatearfultendernessthatoughttohavereachedawoman’sheart;
thenflushing，trembling，andinspired，heburstout，\"AndIwishIwasasculptorandapoettoo，thatChristiemightliveinstoneandverse，aswellascolors，andallwholoveanartmightsay，’Thiswomancannotdie，CharlesGattylovedher.’\"
Helookedinherface;hecouldnotbelieveanycreaturecouldbeinsensibletohislove，andpersisttorobhimofit.
Theoldwomanpaused，tolethiseloquenceevaporate.
Thepausechilledhim;thengentlyandslowly，butemphatically，shespoketohimthus：
\"Whohaskeptyouonhersmallmeanseversinceyouweretenyearsandsevenmonthsold？\"
\"Youshouldknow，mother，dearmother.\"
\"Answerme，Charles.\"
\"Mymother.\"
\"Whohaspinchedherself，ineveryearthlything，tomakeyouanimmortalpainter，and，aboveall，agentleman？\"
\"Mymother.\"
\"Whoforgaveyouthelittlefaultsofyouth，beforeyoucouldaskpardon？\"
\"Mymother！Oh，mother，IaskpardonnowforallthetroubleIevergavethebest，thedearest，thetenderestofmothers.\"
\"WhowillgohometoNewcastle，abroken—heartedwoman，withtheonehopegonethathaskeptherupinpovertyandsorrowsomanywearyyears，ifthisgoeson？\"
\"Nobody，Ihope.\"
\"Yes，Charles;yourmother.\"
\"Oh，mother;youhavebeenalwaysmybestfriend.\"
\"Andamthisday.\"
\"Donotbemyworstenemynow.Itisformetoobeyyou;butitisforyoutothinkwellbeforeyoudrivemetodespair.\"
Andthepoorwomanishheartleanedhisheadonthetable，andbegantosorrowoverhishardfate.
Mrs.Gattysoothedhim.\"Itneednotbedoneallinamoment.Itmustbedonekindly，butfirmly.Iwillgiveyouasmuchtimeasyoulike.\"
Thisbaittook;theweaklovetotemporize.
ItisdoubtfulwhetherhehonestlyintendedtopartwithChristieJohnstone;buttopacifyhismotherhepromisedtobeginandgraduallyuntietheknot.
\"Mymotherwillgo，\"whisperedhisdeceitfulheart，\"and，whensheisaway，perhapsIshallfindoutthatinspiteofeveryeffortIcannotresignmytreasure.\"
Hegaveasortofhalf—promiseforthesakeofpeace.
Hismotherinstantlysenttotheinnforherboxes.
\"Thereisaroominthissamehouse，\"saidshe，\"Iwilltakeit;Iwillnothurryyou，butuntilitisdone，Istayhere，ifitisatwelvemonthabout.\"
Heturnedpale.
\"AndnowhearthegoodnewsIhavebroughtyoufromNewcastle.\"
Oh！theselittleironwills，howisagreatartisttofightthreehundredandsixty—fivedaysagainstsuchanantagonist？
Everydaysawarepetitionofthesedialogues，inwhichgeniusmadegallantburstsintotheair，andstrong，hardsensecaughthimonhisdescent，anddabbedglueonhisgauzywings.
Oldageandyouthseelifesodifferently.Toyouth，itisastory—book，inwhichwearetocommandtheincidents，andbethebrightexceptionstooneruleafteranother.
Toageitisanalmanac，inwhicheverythingwillhappenjustasithashappenedsomanytimes.
Toyouth，itisapaththroughasunnymeadow.
Toage，ahardturnpike：
Whosetravelersmustbeallsweatanddust，whentheyarenotinmudanddrenched：
Whichwantsmendinginmanyplaces，andismendedwithsharpstones.
GattywouldnotyieldtogodowntoNewhavenandtakeastepagainsthislove，butheyieldedsofarastoremainpassive，andseewhetherthiscreaturewasnecessarytohisexistenceornot.Mrs.G.scoutedtheidea.
\"Hewastowork，andhewouldsoonforgether.\"Poorboy！hewantedtowork;hisdebtweighedonhim;aweek’sresolutelabormightfinishhisfirstpictureandsatisfyhiscreditor.Thesubjectwasaninterior.Hesettowork，hestucktowork，hegluedtowork，hisbody——buthisheart？
Ah，mypoorfellow，amuchslowerhorsethanGattywillgobyyou，riddenasyouarebyaleadenheart.
TunihilinvitafaciespingesveMinerva.
Itwouldnotloweramechanicaldog’sefforts，butitmustyours.
Hewasunhappy.Heheardonlyonesidefordays;thatsidewasrecommendedbyhisduty，filialaffection，anddiffidenceofhisowngoodsense.
Hewasbroughttoseehisproceedingswereeccentric，andthatitisdestructiontobeeccentric.
Hewasmadealittleashamedofwhathehadbeenproudof.
Hewasconfusedandperplexed;hehardlyknewwhattothinkordo;hecollapsed，andallhisspiritwasfastleavinghim，andthenhefeltinclinedtoleanonthefirstthinghecouldfind，andnothingcametohandbuthismother.
Meantime，ChristieJohnstonewasalsothinkingofhim，buthersingleanxietywastofindthiseightypoundsforhim.
ItisaNewhavenideathatthefemaleisthenaturalprotectorofthemale，andthisideawasstrengthenedinhercase.
Shedidnotfullycomprehendhischaracterandtemperament，butshesaw，byinstinct，thatshewastobetheprotector.Besides，asshewastwenty—one，andheonlytwenty—two，shefeltthedifferencebetweenherself，awoman，andhim，aboy，andtoleavehimtostruggleunaidedoutofhisdifficultiesseemedtoherheartless.
Twicesheopenedherlipstoengagethecharitable\"vilecount\"inhiscause，butshameclosedthemagain;thiswouldbeaskingapersonalfavor，andoneonsolargeascale.
Severaldayspassedthus;shehaddeterminednottovisithimwithoutgoodnews.
Shethenbegantobesurprised，sheheardnothingfromhim.
Andnowshefeltsomethingthatpreventedhercallingonhim.
ButJeanCarniewastobemarried，andthenextdaytheweddingpartyweretospendinfestivityupontheislandofInchCoombe.
ShebadeJeancallonhim，and，withoutmentioningher，invitehimtothisparty，fromwhich，hemustknow，shewouldnotbeabsent.
JeanCarnieenteredhisapartment，andatherentrancehismother，whotookforgrantedthiswashissweetheart，whisperedinhisearthatheshouldnowtakethefirststep，andlefthim.
WhatpassedbetweenJeanCarnieandCharlesGattyisforanotherchapter.
CHAPTERIX.
AYOUNGviscountwithincomeandpersoncannotlie_perdu_threemilesfromEdinburgh.
Firstonediscovershim，thenanother，thentwenty，thenalltheworld，asthewholecliqueismodestlycalled.
Before，however，LordIpsdenwascaught，hehadacquiredabrownertint，amoreelasticstep，andastouterheart.
TheAberfordprescriptionhaddonewondersforhim.
HecaughthimselfpassingonewholedaywithoutthinkingofLadyBarbaraSinclair.
ButevenAberfordhadmisledhim;therewerenoadventurestobefoundintheFirthofForth;mostofthedaystherewasnowindtospeakof;twiceitblewgreatguns，andthemenweresurprisedathislordshipgoingout，butnobodywasinanydangerexcepthimself;thefishermenhadallslippedintoportbeforematterswereserious.
Hefoundthemerchantmenthatcouldsailcreepingonwiththreereefsintheirmainsail;andtheDutchmenlyingtoandbreastingit，likeducksinapond，andwithnomorechanceofharm.
Ononeoftheseoccasionshedidobservealittlesteam—tug，goingaboutaknotanhour，androllinglikeawashing—tub.Herandowntoher，andaskedifhecouldassisther;sheanswered，throughthemediumofasootyanimalatherhelm，thatshewas（likeouruniversities）\"satisfiedwithherownprogress\";sheadded，beingunderintoxication，\"that，ifanydangerexisted，herschemewastodrownitinthebo—o—owl;\"andtwodaysafterwardhesawherpuffingandpanting，andfiercelydraggingagiganticthree—deckeroutintodeepwater，likeanindustriousfleapullinghisphaeton.
AndnowitismyofficetorelatehowMr.FluckerJohnstonecomportedhimselfononeoccasion.
AstheyachtworkedalongsideGrantonPier，beforerunningout，thesaidFluckercalmlyandscientificallydrewhislordship’sattentiontothreepoints：
Thedirectionofthewind——theforceofthewind——andhisopinion，asapersonexperiencedintheFirth，thatitwasgoingtobeworseinsteadofbetter;inreply，hereceivedanordertostepforwardtohisplaceinthecutter——theimmediatevicinityofthejib—boom.Onthis，Mr.Fluckerinstantlyburstintotears.
Hislordship，or，asFluckercalledhimeversincetheyachtcamedown，\"theskipper，\"deemingthatthehigherappellation，inquired，withsomesurprise，whatwasthematterwiththeboy.
Oneofthecrew，who，bytheby，squinted，suggested，\"Itwasaslightillustrationofthepassionoffear.\"
Fluckerconfirmedthetheorybygulpingout：\"We’llneverseeNewhavenagain.\"
Onthistheskippersmiled，andorderedhimashore，somewhatperemptorily.
Straightwayhebegantohowl，and，saying，\"Itwasbettertobedrownedthanbethelaughing—stockoftheplace，\"wentforwardtohisplace;onhissafereturntoport，thisyounggentlemanwasverysevereonopenboats，which，hesaid\"bredwomanishnotionsinheartsnaturallydauntless.Givemealidtothepot，\"addedhe，\"andI’llsailwithOldNick，letthewindblowhighorlow.\"
TheAberfordwaswrongwhenhecalledloveacutaneousdisorder.
Therearecutaneousdisordersthattakethatname，buttheyarenomorelovethanverseispoetry;
Thanpatriotismisloveofcountry;
Thantheologyisreligion;
Thanscienceisphilosophy;
Thanpaintingsarepictures;
Thanrecitingontheboardsisacting;
ThanphysicismedicineThanbreadisbread，orgoldgold——inshops.
Loveisastateofbeing;thebelovedobjectisourcenter;andourthoughts，affections，schemesandselvesmovebutroundit.
Wemaydivergehitherorthither，butthegoldenthreadstillholdsus.
Isfairordarkbeautythefairest？Theworldcannotdecide;butloveshalldecideinamoment.
Ahalosurroundsherwelove，andmakesbeautifultoushermovements，herlooks，hervirtues，herfaults，hernonsense，heraffectationandherself;andthat’slove，doctor！
LordIpsdenwascapableoflovinglikethis;but，todoLadyBarbarajustice，shehaddonemuchtofreezethegermofnoblepassion;shehadnotkilled，butshehadbenumbedit.
\"Saunders，\"saidLordIpsden，onemorningafterbreakfast，\"haveyouenteredeverythinginyourdiary？\"
\"Yes，mylord.\"
\"Allthesegoodpeople’smisfortunes？\"
\"Yes，mylord.\"
\"Doyouthinkyouhavespelledtheirnamesright？\"
\"Whereitwasimpossible，mylord，IsubstitutedanEnglishappellation，hidenticalinmeaning.\"
\"HaveyouenteredanddescribedmyfirstinterviewwithChristieJohnstone，andsomebodysomething？\"
\"Mostminutely，mylord.\"
\"HowIturnedMr.Burkeintopoetry——howshelistenedwithhereyesallglistening——howtheymademetalk——howshedroppedatear，he！he！he！atthedeathofthefirstbaron——howshockedshewasatthekingstrikinghimwhenhewasdying，tomakeaknight—banneretofthepooroldfellow？\"
\"Yourlordshipwillfindalltheparticularsexactlyrelated，\"saidSaunders，withdrypomp.
\"Howshefoundoutthattitlesarebutbreath——howIanswered——somenonsense？\"
\"Yourlordshipwillfindallthetopicsincluded.\"
\"Howshetookmeforamadman？Andyouforaprig？\"
\"Thelattercircumstanceeludedmymemory，mylord.\"
\"ButwhenItoldherImustrelieveonlyonepoorpersonbyday，shetookmyhand.\"
\"Yourlordshipwillfindalltheitemsrealizedinthisbook，mylord.\"
\"Whatabeautifulbook！\"
\"Albaareconsiderablyameliorated，mylord.\"
\"Alba？\"
\"Pluralofalbum，mylord，\"explainedtherefinedfactotum，\"moredelicate，Iconceive，thanthevulgarreading.\"
ViscountIpsdenreadfrom\"MR.SAUNDERS’SALBUM.
\"Toillustratetheineleganceoftheinferiorclasses，twojuvenilevendersofthepiscatorytribewerethisdayusheredin，andinstantaneously，withouttheaccustomedpreliminaries，plungedintoafamiliarconversationwithLordViscountIpsden.
\"Theirvulgarity，shockingandrepulsivetomyself，appearedtoaffordhislordshipasatisfactiongreaterthanhederivesfromthegracefulamenitiesoffashionableassociation——\"
~\"Saunders，Isuspectyouofsomething.\"
\"Me，mylord！\"
\"Yes.Writinginanannual.\"
\"Ido，mylord，\"saidhe，withbenignant_hauteur._\"Itappearseverymonth——_ThePolytechnic.\"_
\"Ithoughtso！youarepolysyllabic，Saunders;_enroute！\"_
~\"InthishallucinationIfinditdifficulttoparticipate;associatedfrominfancywiththearistocracy，Ishrink，likethesensitiveplant，fromcontactwithanythingvulgar.\"
~\"Isee！Ibegintounderstandyou，Saunders.Orderthedog—cart，andWordsworth’smareforleader;we’llgiveheratrial.Youareanass，Saunders.\"
\"Yes，mylord;IwillorderRoberttotellJamestocomeforyourlordship’scommandsaboutyourlordship’svehicles.（Whatcouldheintendbyarecentobservationofadiscourteouscharacter？）\"
Hislordshipsoliloquized.
\"Ineverobserveditbefore，butSaundersisanass！LaJohnstoneisoneofNature’sduchesses，andshehasmademeknowsomepoorpeoplethatwillbericherthantherichoneday;andshehastaughtmethathoneyistobegotfrombank—notes——bymerelygivingthemaway.\"
AmongtheobjectsofcharityLordIpsdendiscoveredwasoneThomasHarvey，amakerandplayeroftheviolin.Thismanwasapersonofgreatintellect;hemasteredeverysubjectheattacked.Byacarefulexaminationofallthepointsthatvariousfine—tonedinstrumentshadincommon，hehadarrivedatatheoryofsound;hemadeviolinstocorrespond，andwasremarkablysuccessfulininsuringthatwhichhadbeentoohastilyascribedtoaccident——afinetone.
Thisman，whowasinneedycircumstances，demonstratedtohislordshipthattenpoundswouldmakehisfortune;becausewithtenpoundshecouldsetupashop，insteadofworkingoutoftheworld’ssightinaroom.
LordIpsdengavehimtenpounds！
Aweekafter，hemetHarvey，moreraggedanddirtythanbefore.
Harveyhadbeenrobbedbyafriendwhomhehadassisted.PoorHarvey！
LordIpsdengavehimtenpoundsmore！
Nextweek，Saunders，enteringHarvey’shouse，foundhiminbedatnoon，becausehehadnoclothestowear.
Saunderssuggestedthatitwouldbebettertogivehiswifethenextmoney，withstrictorderstoapplyitusefully.
Thiswasdone！
Thenextday，Harvey，findinghisclothesuponachair，histoolsredeemedfrompawn，andabeefsteakreadyforhisdinner，accusedhiswifeofhavingmoney，andmeanlyrefusinghimthebenefitofit.Sheacknowledgedshehadalittle，andappealedtotheimprovedstateofthingsasaproofthatsheknewbetterthanhetheuseofmoney.Hedemandedthesaidmoney.Sherefused——heleatheredher——sheputhiminprison.
Thiswasthebestplaceforhim.Themanwasadrunkard，andalltherichesofEgyptwouldneverhavemadehimbetteroff.
Andhere，gentlemenofthelowerclasses，awordwithyou.Howcanyou，withyoursmallincomes，hopetobewelloff，ifyouaremoreextravagantthanthosewhohavelargeones？
\"Usextravagant？\"youreply.
Yes！yourincomeistenshillingsaweek;outofthatyouspendthreeshillingsindrink;ay！you，thesoberones.Youcan’taffordit，myboys.Findmeamanwhoseincomeisathousandayear;well，ifheimitatesyou，andspendsthreehundreduponsensuality，Ibetyoutheoddsevenhundredhedoesnotmakebothendsmeet;theproportionistoogreat.And_two—thirdsofthedistressofthelowerordersisowingtothis——thattheyaremoremadlyprodigalthantherich;intheworst，lowestandmostdangerousitemofallhumanprodigality！_
LordIpsdenwenttoseeMrs.Harvey;itcosthimmuchtogo;shelivedintheOldTown，andhehateddisagreeablesmells;healsoknewfromSaundersthatshehadtwoblackeyes，andhehatedwomenwithblackeyesofthatsort.Butthisgoodcreaturedidgo;didrelieveMrs.Harvey;
and，bare—headed，sufferedhimselftobebedewedtenminutesbyhertearfultwaddle.
ForonceVirtuewasrewarded.ReturningovertheNorthBridge，hemetsomebodywhombutforhischarityhewouldnothavemet.
Hecameinonebrightmomentplumpupon——LadyBarbaraSinclair.Sheflushed，hetrembled，andintwominuteshehadforgotteneveryhumaneventthathadpassedsincehewasbyherside.
Sheseemedpleasedtoseehim，too;sheignoredentirelyhisobnoxiousproposal;hewiselytookhercue，andso，onthissecretunderstanding，theywerefriends.Hemadehisarrangements，anddinedwithherfamily.
Itwasafamilyparty.IntheeveningLadyBarbaraallowedittotranspirethatshehadmadeinquiriesabouthim.
（Hewashighlyflattered.）Andshehaddiscoveredhewaslyinghidsomewhereintheneighborhood.
\"Studyingtheguitar？\"inquiredshe.
\"No，\"saidhe，\"studyinganewclassofthecommunity.Doyouknowanyofwhattheycallthe’lowerclasses’？\"
\"Yes.\"
\"Monstrousagreeablepeople，aretheynot？\"
\"No，verystupid！Ionlyknowtwooldwomen——excepttheservants，whohavenocharacters.Theyimitateus，Isuspect，whichdoesnotsaymuchfortheirtaste.\"
\"Butsomeofmyfriendsareyoungwomen;thatmakesallthedifference.\"
\"Itdoes！andyououghttobeashamed.Ifyouwantaloworderofmind，whydesertourowncircle？\"
\"Myfriendsareonlylowinstation;theyhaveratherloftyminds，someofthem.\"
\"Well，amuseyourselfwiththeseloftyminds.Amusementistheendofbeing，youknow，andtheaimofallthemenofthisday.\"
\"Weimitatetheladies，\"saidhe，slyly.
\"Youdo，\"answeredshe，verydryly;andsothedialoguewenton，andLordIpsdenfoundthepleasureofbeingwithhiscousincompensatehimfullyforthedifferenceoftheiropinions;infact，hefounditsimplyamusingthatsokeenawitashiscousinsscouldbeentrappedintothehumorofdecryingthetimeonehappenstolivein，andadmiringanyepochoneknowsnexttonothingabout，andentrappedbythenotionofitsoriginality，aboveallthings;theideabeingthestalecommonplaceofassesineveryage，andthemannerofconveyingtheideabeingamereimitationoftheGermanwriters，notthegoodones，_bienentendu，_butthequill—drivers，thesnobsoftheTeutonicpen.
Buthewastolearnthatfolliesarenotalwayslaughable，that_eademsentire_isabond，andthat，whenacleverandprettywomanchoosestobeafool，herlover，ifheiswise，willbeagreater——ifhecan.
Thenexttimetheymet，LordIpsdenfoundLadyBarbaraoccupiedwithagentlemanwhosefirstsentenceproclaimedhimapupilofMr.ThomasCarlyle，andhehadthemortificationtofindthatshehadneitheranearnoraneyeforhim.
Humanopinionhassomanyshadesthatitisraretofindtwopeopleagree.
Buttwopeoplemayagreewonderfully，iftheywillbutletathirdthinkforthemboth.
Thusitwasthatthesetworansosmoothlyincouples.
Antiquity，theyagreed，wasthetimewhentheworldwasold，itshairgray，itsheadwise.Everyonethatsaid，\"Lord，Lord！\"twohundredyearsagowasaChristian.Therewerenoearnestmennow;Williams，themissionary，wholivedanddiedfortheGospel，wasnotearnestinreligion;butCromwell，whopackedajury，andsomurderedhisprisoner——Cromwell，inwhosemouthwasheaven，andinhishearttemporalsovereignty——wasthepatternofearnestreligion，or，atallevents，secondinsinceritytoMahometalone，intheabsenceofdetailsrespectingSatan，ofwhomweknowonlythathismouthisaScriptureconcordance，andhishandsthehandsofMr.Carlyle’ssaints.
Thentheywentbackacenturyortwo，andwereeloquentaboutthegreatantiqueheart，andthebeautyofanagewhosesampleswereAbbotSampsonandJoanofArc.
LordIpsdenhatedargument;butjealousyisabrassspur，itmadeeventhismanfluentforonce.
Hesuggested\"thatfivehundredyearsaddedtoaworld’slifemadeitjustfivehundredyearsolder，notyounger——andifolder，grayer——andifgrayer，wiser.
\"OfAbbotSampson，\"saidhe，\"whomIconfessbothagreatandagoodman，hisauthor，whowithallhistalentbelongstotheclassmuddle—head，tellsusthatwhenhehadbeentwoyearsinauthorityhisredhairhadturnedgray，fightingagainstthespiritofhisage;howthedeuce，then，couldhebeasampleofthespiritofhisage？
\"JoanofArcwasburnedbyacclamationofherage，andisadmiredbyourage.Whichfactidentifiesanagemostwithaheroine，togiveheryourheart，ortogiveherablazingfagotanddeath？\"
\"AbbotSampsonandJoanofArc，\"concludedhe，\"provenomoreinfavoroftheirage，andnolessagainstit，thanLotdoesfororagainstSodom.
LotwasinSodom，butnotofit;andsowereSampsonandJoanin，butnotof，thevillainoustimestheylivedin.
\"Theverybesttext—bookoftruereligionistheNewTestament，andI
gatherfromit，thatthemanwhoforgiveshisenemieswhiletheiraxdescendsonhishead，howeverpooracreaturehemaybeinotherrespects，isabetterChristianthanthemanwhohastheGodofMercyforeveronhislips，andwhosehandsareswifttoshedblood.
\"Theearnestmenofformeragesarenotextinctinthis，\"addedhe.
\"Wheneverascaffoldiserectedoutsideaprison—door，ifyouareearnestinpursuitoftruth，andcanputupwithdisgustingobjects，youshallseearelicofancientmannershanged.
\"Therestillexist，inpartsofAmerica，riversonwhosebanksareearnestmenwhoshalltakeyourscalp，thewife’sofyourbosom，andtheinnocentchild’sofherbosom.
\"InEnglandweareasearnestaseverinpursuitofheaven，andofinnocentworldlyadvantages.If，whentheconsiderationoflifeanddeathinterposes，weappearlessearnestinpursuitofcomparativetriflessuchaskingdomsordogmas，itisbecausecoolerinactionwearemoreearnestinthought——becausereason，experience，andconsciencearethingsthatchecktheunscrupulousnessorbeastlyearnestnessofman.
\"Moreover，hewhohasthesensetoseethatquestionshavethreesidesisnolongersointellectuallyaswellasmorallydegradedastobeabletocuteverythroatthatuttersanopinioncontrarytohisown.
\"Ifthephrase’earnestman’meansmanimitatingthebeaststhataredeaftoreason，itistobehopedthatcivilizationandChristianitywillreallyextinguishthewholeraceforthebenefitoftheearth.\"
LordIpsdensucceededinannoyingthefairtheorist，butnotinconvincingher.
Themediaevalenthusiastslookedonhimassomeroughanimalthathadburstintosacredgroundsunconsciously，andgraduallyedgedawayfromhim.
CHAPTERX.
LORDIPSDENhadsoonthemortificationofdiscoveringthatthisMr.————
wasaconstantvisitoratthehouse;and，althoughhiscousingavehimherearinthisman’sabsence，onthearrivalofherfellow—enthusiasthehadeverthemortificationoffindinghimself_detrop._
Onceortwicehedemolishedthispersonageinargument，andwasrewardedbyfindinghimselfmore_detrop._
ButonedayLadyBarbara，beinginacousinlyhumor，expressedawishtosailinhislordship’syacht，andthishintsoonledtoapartybeingorganized，andasortofpicnicontheislandofInchCoombe;hislordship’scutterbeingthemodeofconveyancetoandfromthatspot.
NowithappenedonthatverydayJeanCarnie’smarriagewascelebratedonthatveryislandbyherrelationsandfriends.
SothatweshallintroduceourreaderstoTHERIVALPICNICS.
Webeginwith_Lesgenscommeilfaut._
PICNICNO.1.
Theservantswereemployedinputtingawaydishesintohampers.
Therewasacalmsilence.\"Hem！\"observedSirHenryTalbot.
\"Eh？\"repliedtheHonorableTomHitherington.
\"Mamma，\"saidMissVere，\"haveyoubroughtanywork？\"
\"No，mydear.\"
\"Atapicnic，\"saidMr.Hitherington，isn’titthethingforsomebody——aw——todosomething？\"
\"Ipsden，\"saidLadyBarbara，\"thereisanunderstanding_between_youandMr.Hitherington.IcondemnyoutoturnhimintoEnglish.\"
\"Yes，LadyBarbara;I’lltellyou，hemeans———doyoumeananything，Tom？\"
_Hitherington._\"Can’tanybodyguesswhatImean？\"
_LadyBarbara._\"Guessfirstyourself，youcan’tbesuspectedofbeinginthesecret.\"
_Hither._\"WhatImeanis，thatpeoplesingasong，orrunraces，orpreachasermon，ordosomethingfunnyatapicnic——aw——somebodygetsupanddoessomething.\"
_LadyBar._\"ThenperhapsMissVere，whosesingingisfamous，willhavethecomplaisancetosingtous.\"
_MissVere._\"Ishouldbehappy，LadyBarbara，butIhavenotbroughtmymusic.\"
_LadyBar._\"Oh，wearenotcritical;thesimplestair，orevenafragmentofmelody;theseaandtheskywillbeabetteraccompanimentthanBroadwoodevermade.\"
_MissV._\"Ican’tsinganotewithoutbook.\"
_SirH.Talbot._\"Yourmusicisinyoursoul——notatyourfingers’ends.\"
_LordIpsden，toLadyBar._\"Itisinherbook，andnotinhersoul.\"
_LadyBar.，toLordIps._\"Thenithaschosenthebettersituationofthetwo.\"
_Ips._\"MissVereistothefineartofmusicwhattheengrossersaretotheblackartoflaw;itallfiltersthroughthemwithoutleavinganysediment;andsothemusicofthedaypassesthroughMissVere’smind，butnoneremains——tostainitsvirginsnow.\"
Hebows，shesmiles.
_LadyBar.，toherself._\"Insolent.Andthelittleduncethinksheiscomplimentingher.\"
_Ips._\"PerhapsTalbotwillcometoourrescue——heisafiddler.\"
_Tal._\"Anamateuroftheviolin.\"
_Ips._\"Itisallthesamething.\"
_LadyBar._\"Iwishitmayproveso.\"
[Note：originalhasmusicnotationhere]
_MissV._\"Beautiful.\"
_Mrs.Vere._\"Charming.\"
_Hither._\"Superb！\"
_Ips._\"Youareawarethatgoodmusicisathingtobeweddedtoimmortalverse，shallIreciteabitofpoetrytomatchTalbot’sstrain？\"
_MissV._\"Oh，yes！hownice.\"
_Ips.（rhetorically）._\"A.B.C.D.E.F.G.H.I.J.K.L.M.N.O.P.
Q.R.S.T.U.V.W.X.Y.Z.Y.X.W.V.U.T.S.O.N.M.L.K.J.I.
H.G.F.A.M.littlep.littlet.\"
_LadyBar._\"Beautiful！Superb！Ipsdenhasbeentakinglessonsonthethinkinginstrument.\"
_Hither._\"Hehasbeen_perdu_amongvulgarpeople.\"
_Tal._\"AndexpectsapupilofHerztoplayhimtunes！\"
_LadyBar._\"Whataretunes，SirHenry？\"
_Tal._\"SomethingIdon’tplay，LadyBarbara.\"
_LadyBar._\"Iunderstandyou;somethingweoughttolike.\"
_Ips._\"IhaveaStradivariusviolinathome.Itisyours，Talbot，ifyoucandefineatune.\"
_Tal._\"Atuneis——everybodyknowswhat.\"
_LadyBar._\"Atuneisatune，thatiswhatyoumeanttosay.\"
_Tal._\"Ofcourseitis.\"
_LadyBar._\"Bereasonable，Ipsden;nomancandotwothingsatonce;howcanthepupilofHerzcondemnathingandknowwhatitmeanscontemporaneously？\"
_Ips._\"Isthedrinking—songin’DerFreischutz’atune？\"
_LadyBar._\"Itis.\"
_Ips._\"AndthemelodiesofHandel，aretheytunes？\"
_LadyBar.（pathetically）._\"Theyare！Theyare！\"
_Ips._\"Andthe’RussianAnthem，’andthe’Marseillaise，’and’Ah，Perdona’？\"
_Tal._\"And’YankeeDoodle’？\"
_LadyBar._\"SothatSirHenry，whopridedhimselfonhisignorance，hasawidefieldforitsdominion.
_Tal._\"Allgoodviolinplayersdolikeme;theyprelude，notplaytunes.\"
_Ips._\"ThenHeavenbethankedforourblindfiddlers.Youlikesyllablesofsoundinunmeaningrotation，andyoudespiseitswords，itspurposes，itsnarrativefeats;carryoutyourprinciple，itwillshowyouwhereyouare.Buyadirtypaletteforapicture，anddreamthealphabetisapoem.\"
_LadyBar.，toherself._\"IsthismycousinRichard？\"
_Hither._\"Mind，Ipsden，youareamanofproperty，andtherearesuchthingsascommissions_delunatico.\"_
_LadyBar._\"Hisdefensewillbethathisfriendspronouncedhiminsane.
_Ips._\"No;IshallsubpoenaTalbot’sfiddle，cross—examinationwillgetnothingoutofthatbut，do，re，mi，fa.\"
_LadyBar._\"Yes，itwill;fa，mi，re，do.\"
_Tal._\"Violin，ifyouplease.\"
_LadyBar._\"AskFiddle’spardon，directly.\"
_Soundoffiddlesisheardinthedistance._
_Tal._\"Howluckyforyou，therearefiddlesandtunes，andthenativesyouaresaidtofavor，whynotjointhem？\"
_Ips.（shakinghisheadsolemnly）._\"Idreadtoencounteranotherprelude.\"
_Hither._\"Come，Iknowyouwouldlikeit;itisawedding—party——twoseamonstershavebeenunited.Thesailorsandfishermenareallblueclothandwash—leathergloves.\"
_MissV._\"He！he！\"
_Tal._\"Thefishwivesunitethecolorsoftherainbow——\"
_LadyBar._\"（Andweallknowhowhideoustheyare）——tovulgar，bloomingcheeks，staringwhiteteeth，andsky—blueeyes.\"
_Mrs.V._\"Howsatiricalyouare，especiallyyou，LadyBarbara.\"
HereLordIpsden，afterawordtoLadyBarbara，theanswertowhichdidnotappeartobefavorable，rose，gavealittleyawn，lookedsteadilyathiscompanionswithoutseeingthem，anddepartedwithoutseemingawarethathewasleavinganybodybehindhim.
