“Her name was Merivale: her father, I|" tell me you are not ill; tell me that it is a think, was Governor of Madras." mere passing indisposition." "If so, sir, she has hereditary claims for impertinence and presumption. Sir Ulysses Merivale enjoyed the proud distinction of being the most insolent man in England. It is well that you have told me who she was, Beattie, for I might have made a very fatal blunder. I was going to write to Sewell to say, As this is a great issue, I would advise you to bring down your mother, "special," but I recall my intention. Lady Lendrick would have no chance against Lady Trafford. Irish insolence has not the finish of the English article, and we put an alloy of feeling in it that destroys it altogether. Will the young man recover?" "He is going on favourably, and I see nothing to apprehend, except, indeed, that the indiscretions of his mother may prejudice his case. She is very likely to insist on removing him; she hinted it to me as I took my leave." 66 'I will write to the Sewells to come up here at once. They shall evacuate the territory, and leave her in possession. As persons closely connected with my family, they must not have this outrage put upon them." He rang the bell violently, and desired the servant to request Miss Lendrick to come to him. "She is not very well, my lord, and has gone to her room. She told Mrs. Beales to serve your lordship's tea when you were ready for it." "Not even so much, grandpapa. It is simply a headache. I was crying, and I was ashamed that you should see it; and I walked out into the air; and I came back again, trying to look at ease; and my head began to throb and to pain me so, that I thought it best to go to bed. It was a letter I got - a letter from Cagliari. Poor Tom has had the terrible fever of the island. He said nothing about it at first, but now he has relapsed. There are only three lines in his own hand-the rest is from his friend. You shall see what he says. It is very short, and not very hard to read." The old man put on his spectacles and read “My very dear Lucy.' "Who presumes to address you in this way? Brook Fossbrooke! What! is this the man who is called Sir Brook Fossbrooke? By what means have you become so intimate with a person of his character?" "I know nothing better, nothing more truly noble and generous, than his character," said she, holding her temples as she spoke, for the pain of her head was almost agony. "Do read on-read on, dearest grandpapa." He turned again to the letter, and read it over in silence till he came to the few words in Tom's hand, which he read aloud: "What is this? What does all this "Darling Lu-I shall be all right in a mean?" said the old Judge, eagerly; for week. Don't fret, but write me a longthe idea of any one presuming to be ill with--long" he had forgotten the word out duly apprising him without the pre-" letter," " and love me always." liminary step of ascertaining that it could She burst into tears as the old man read not inconvenience him- was more than he was fully prepared for. "Tell Mrs. Beales I want her," said he, as he rose and left the room. Muttering angrily as he went, he ascended the stairs and traversed the long corridor which led to Lucy's room; but before he had reached the door the housekeeper was at his side. "Miss Luey said she'd like to see your lordship, if it wasn't too much trouble, my lord." "I am going to see her. Ask her if I may come in.' "Yes, my lord," said Mrs. Beales from the open door. "She is awake." the words, for by some strange magic, the syllables of deep affection, uttered by one unmoved, smite the heart with a pang that is actual torture. "I will take this letter down to Beattie, Lucy, and hear what he says of it," said the old man, and left the room. "Read this, Beattie, and tell me what you say to it," said the Chief Baron, as he handed the Doctor Sir Brook's letter. I'll tell you of the writer when you have read it." Beattie read the note in silence, and as he laid it on the table said, "I know the man, and his strange old-fashioned writing would have recalled him without his name." "And what do you know of him, sir?” asked the Judge, sternly. "I can tell you the story in three words: He came to consult me one morning, have they in this island?" “Rude enough, I can believe.” "Could a man of eminence be found to go out there and see him?" about six or eight months ago. It was the Court. What sort of practitioners about an insurance on his life — a very small sum he wanted to raise, to go out to this very place he writes from. He got to talk about the project, and I don't exactly know how it came about -I forget the details now - but it ended by my lending him the money myself." - "What, sir! do you combine usury with physic?" "On that occasion I appear to have done so," said Beattie, laughing. "And you advanced a sum of money to a man whom you saw for the first time, simply on his showing that his life was too insecure to guarantee repayment?" "That puts the matter a little too nakedly." "It puts it truthfully, sir, I apprehend." "If you mean that the man impressed me so favourably that I was disposed to do him a small service, you are right." "You and I, Beattie, are too old for this impulsive generosity-too old by thirty years! After forty, philanthropy should take a chronic form, and never have paroxysms. I think I am correct in my medical language." "Your medicine pleases me more than your morality," said Beattie, laughing; "but to come back to this Sir Brook-I wish you had seen him." "Sir, I have seen him, and I have heard of him, and if not at liberty to say what I have heard of him, it is quite enough to state that my information cannot corroborate your opinion. "Well, my lord, the possibility of what I might hear will not shake the stability of what I have seen. Remember that we doctors imagine we read human nature by stronger spectacles than the laity generally." "You imagine it, I am aware, sir; but I have met with no such instances of acuteness amongst your co-professionals as would sustain the claim; but why are we wandering from the record? I gave you that letter to read that you might tell me, is this boy's case a dangerous one?" "It is a very grave case, no doubt? this is the malaria fever of Sardinia-bad enough with the natives, but worse with strangers. He should be removed to better air at once if he could bear removal." "So is it ever with your art," said the Judge, in a loud declamatory voice. "You know nothing in your difficulties but a piteous entreaty to the unknown resources of nature to assist you. No, sir; I will not hear your defence; there is no issue before "A man in large practice could not spare the time; but there are men of ability who are not yet in high repute; one of these might be possibly induced." And what might the expense be?" "A couple of hundred—say three hundred pounds, would perhaps suffice." "Go up-stairs and see my grand-daughter. She is very nervous and feverish; calm her mind so far as you are able; say that we are concerting measures for her brother's benefit; and by the time you shall come down again I will have made up my mind what to do." Beattie was a valued friend of Lucy's, and she was glad to see him enter her room, but she would not suffer him to speak of herself; it was of poor Tom alone she would talk. She heard with delight the generous intentions of her grandfather, and exclaimed with rapture, "This is his real nature, and yet it is only by the little foibles of his temper that the world knows him; but we, Doctor, we, who see him as he is, know how noble-hearted and affectionate he can be!" "I must hasten back to him," said Beattie, after a short space; "for should he decide on sending out a doctor, I must lose no time, as I must return to see this young fellow at Killaloe to-morrow." "Oh, in my greater anxieties I forgot him! How is he?-will he recover?" "Yes, I regard him as out of dangerthat is, if Lady Trafford can be persuaded not to talk him into a relapse." "Lady Trafford! who is she?" "His mother: she arrived last night." "And his name is Trafford, and his Christian name Lionel!” "Lionel Wentworth Trafford. I took it it from his dressing-case when I prescribed for him." Lucy had been leaning on her arm as she spoke, but she now sank slowly backwards and fainted. It was a long time before consciousness came back, and even then she lay voiceless and motionless; and, though she heard what Beattie said to her, unable to speak to him, or intimate by a gesture that she heard him. The Doctor needed no confidences-he read the whole story. There are expres sions in the human face which have no reference to physical ills; nor are they indi cations of bodily suffering. He who asked, "Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?" knew how hopeless was his question; and this very despair it is this sense of an affliction beyond the reach of art gives a character to the expression which the doctor's eye never fails to discriminate from the look worn by malady. As she lay there motionless, her large eyes looking at him with that expression in which eagerness struggles against debility, he saw how he had become her confidant. "Come, my dear child," said he, taking her hand between both his own, "you have no occasion for fears on this scoreso far I assure you, on my honour." She gave his hand a slight, a very slight, pressure, and tried to say something, but could not. "I will go down now, and see what is to be done about your brother;" she nodded, and he continued, "I will pay you another visit to-morrow early, before I leave town, and let me find you strong and hearty; and remember, that though I force no confidences, Lucy, I will not refuse them if you offer." "I have none, sir-none," said she, in a voice of deep melancholy. "So that I know all that is to be known?" asked he. "All, sir," said she, with a trembling lip. "Well, accept me as a friend whom you may trust, my dear Lucy. If you want me I will not fail you; and if you have no need of me, there is nothing that has passed today between us ever to be remembered you understand me?' "I do, sir. You will come to-morrow won't you?" He nodded assent, and left her. EVENING HYMN. HELP me, my God and King, For all Thy light to-day, For that rich heavenly food And for my safe retreat Hiding in Thee. Lord, in Thy loving voice Make Thee my Guest!* Sombre the night, and drear, On that dear breast of Thine Thrill through my soul! Cleansing away all dross, Take for my goal! Strong in the strength of God, Freed from my sinful load, Daily to tread the road Leading to Thee. -Sunday Magazine. E. S. D. *Rev. iil. 20. LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.-NO. 1137.-17 MARCH, 1866. From Fraser's Magazine. Between these three sets of books there is a real and close connexion; and well as THE conclusion of the History of Frede-readers, we will try to point out what it is. they are, no doubt, known to most of our rick the Great, the most elaborate of Mr. The earliest works of all, the Life of SchilCarlyle's books, appears to afford a good ler and the German translations, must, no opportunity, not only for reviewing that doubt, have been written when their author work as a whole, but for making some ob- was quite a young man, and it is easy to see servations on the other works of its author, from them what a revelation German literaand on the general characteristics of his ture was to him. His reviews of Goethe, Noliterary career, which has now been ex-valis, and others, but especially his reviews tended over upwards of forty years. The following list of the books contained in Messrs. Chapman and Hall's collected edition is curious in itself, and will appear, upon examination, to throw very considerable light upon the nature of his career: of Richter, are those of an admiring student and disciple; and though there was that in him which there never yet was in any German whatever (if so wide a proposition may be permitted to any human creature), it is abundantly clear that not merely his style, but the whole tone and temper. of his mind and cast of his opinions, were most deeply influenced by these studies. It would appear that they were the foundation on which rested his fundamental theories 1840 (?) about life and its affairs, his religion, if the word be used in a wide untechnical sense. 1824 1827 1827-40 1831 1840 1840 1843 1845-48 or '9 1850 1851 . 1858-65 These works naturally fall into three main divisions. The first set includes the translations from the German, the Life of Schiller, and a considerable number of the more important miscellaneous essays, which also relate to German authors. Sartor Resartus is, as it were, the final result and personal application of these studies. The next set includes Chartism, Hero-Worship, Past and Present, and the Latter-day Pamphlets. Cromwell's Letters and Speeches and the History of Frederick II. form the third class; and the Life of Sterling stands by itself, and has an interest of its own. It throws greater light than all the rest on the personal history, feelings, and character of its author. 2. History of Friedrich II., called Frederick the Great. By Thomas Carlyle. London: Chapman and Hall. 1858-65. Six volumes. THIRD SERIES. LIVING AGE. VOL. XXXII. Sartor Resartus is the nearest approach which he has ever made to a systematic statement upon this subject. He was, however, too much of an Englishman, and far too deeply imbued with the busy and practical spirit of the age in which he lived, to rest satisfied with the mere investigation or organization of principles. Practice was to and the problem which specially engaged the full as valuable to Mr. Carlyle as theory, his attention, and on which he brought his general theories to bear, was pre-eminently practical. It was the great social and political problem of the age. How ought England to be governed, and for what purposes? and above all, how ought the great question as to the condition of the poor to be dealt with? The History of the French Revolution no doubt forced these thoughts upon his mind, and he expressed them in what we have described as the second class. of his works-Chartism, Hero-Worship, Past and Present, and afterwards in the Latter-day Pamphlets. It is obvious enough, and has been repeated almost ad nauseam, that these works, with the exception of the Latter-day Pamphlets only state, and that not in the most satisfactory manner, a prob 1487. |