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their dwelling a sweeping valley abounding in | ford students and others have startled the rich pastures, watered by the silver Thames solitudes of Cumnor with their visits since (really a silver stream here), yet the position genius stamped its mark there. Leaving our was not very good for a town, inasmuch as conveyance at the ancient hostel, we explored damp and dirt for many months of every year all that remained of the dismal dwelling of are the consequence of the low situation, and Cumnor Place. Every vestige of the house is fever and ague necessarily the frequent result. gone, and the mere outlines of the grounds The country round, though often under water adjoining the church are all that remain to satfor some weeks of autumn and spring is, when isfy the curiosity of the visitor. The church the weather proves propitious, luxuriant and was our next object of attention. Some fears lovely. No marvels of nature are displayed; were entertained that we must depart without but the calm, tranquil, rural beauty of fields, entering it, as the clerk or sexton could not be richly fertile, amply compensates for the ab- found. But after lingering for a while in the sence of the wild and wonderful. Certain it church-yard, looking at some fine old trees, is that our rambling party, when looking on whose branches might perchance have cast those pleasant undulations, covered by fine their shade over the head of the lovely lady, pastures and graceful clumps of trees in their the unloved, neglected wife, who had really autumn decorations of the “ kindling, not the dwelt and mysteriously died in their neighborfading leaf,” did not complain of the absence hood, we entered the ancient village sanctuary. of lofty hills and gorgeous forests. They A single aisle and chancel comprise its extent. adopted the sound practical philosophy of The object of peculiar interest to visitors is a placing its full value on the scene around tomb within the altar rails, at the side of the comthem.
munion table, with the name of Anthony Foster A gentle eminence a little more than three inscribed thereon. We approached the spot with miles from Abingdon, ushered the party into a something of mingled surprise and loathing; straggling and most secluded village. Many but imagination received a wholesome check of the houses looked nearly coëval with the when brought into communion with the actual. ancient church, whose gray, massive turret Effigies of Anthony Foster, his wife, and three rose in the midst like the hoary head of a ven children, are in good preservation on the erable patriarch surrounded by his kindred. tomb. By the inscription, we learned that
“ This is Cumnor," said an old gentleman, Anthony Foster was the younger son of a nothe leader of our party.
ble family, and that he married the daughter “ Cumnor !” exclaimed the delighted voices of Reginald Williams, whose tomb was pointed of the younger folks.
out on the pavement of the altar. There is no Then came thoughts of Sir Walter Scott, circumstance whatever to show that he was the and of those personages who were cold, rigid wretch which the novelist makes him. forms in the statue-gallery of history, until, It is possible that the feelings of our party touched by the Promethean fire of his genius, may not be shared by others; for with all our they started into vitality, and became living veneration for Scott, the sentiment of dissatismen and women, connected with our intellect faction was spontaneous and general after visand sympathies forever.
iting this tomb. We seemed at once agreed " This, then, is Cumnor! the place once that Sir Walter had exceeded the license, and belonging to the Abbey of Abingdon, given at outstepped the prerogative of fiction, in attachthe Reformation to the Dudley family, and the ing such a character as he has done to the ill-fated residence of Amy Robsart. At all name of the individual whose monument was events, if we cannot trace the remains of any before us. Every fact seemed distinctly to of the characters Sir Walter Scott introduced contrast with the fiction, except the fact of into his beautiful novel of Kenilworth, yet we “ 'Tony Fire-the-fagot," who is reprecan plainly discern the footprints of his genius sented as having applied the torch to the _pyre here."
that consumed Latimer and Ridley ; 'Tony, Yes,” said our aged friend, with kindling the father of one sweet daughter, who disenthusiasm ; “ look ! there swings the sign of claimed his nature ; 'Tony, the hypocrite and Giles Gossling's hostel, where the story opens. murderer ; 'Tony, dying by the fearful judy
And sure enough there was the rude por- ment of Heaven-all combined, form one of traiture of the Bear and Ragged Staff—the the most powerful and painful portraits of uncognizance of the Dudley's on the sign-board redeemed villiany which the genius of Scott before us. Much to the advantage of the vil- has depicted. Here, in this Christian sanctulage inn must it have been that the great ary, was a man of apparently fair fame, a husmaster of fiction should so accurately have at- band, and father of a family, held up forever tended to local details. Many a party of Ox- to execration, as a monster of iniquity! To
exaggerate the good qualities of departed his-dents of Bablock Hythe, runs thus :- A certorical characters may mislead, though it cannot tain maiden, who bore the unromantic name greatly injure ; but if we connect such ideas of Rudge, used to row the ferry-boat; her as those called up by 'Tony Foster's name, charms were noted by the quick eyes of the with an actual tomb, in order to give an ap- Oxford students, yet the maiden, heedless of pearance of local exactness and accuracy of their praises and temptations, kept to her lowly detail, it is surely an outrage upon the dead occupation, till a certain nobleman, fascinated from which the conscientious mind must recoil. by her loveliness, and honoring the integrity
We left the tomb and church of Cumnor, which bespoke a pure and noble mind, paid saying, “ Certainly the monumental brass that honest court to her, bestowed fitting instruchas so well preserved Anthony Foster's name tion on her, and made her his wife. How the has been, by its durability, an injurious me- water-flower flourished when transplanted to so mento. Had his name been carved on humble different a scene, the village historian could freestone, it would have wasted away from not tell! But though the younger members of men's eyes as his life did from their memo our party were delighted to have such a rories, and no mighty seer had then dragged mance connected with the spot, the elders his name from obscurity to stamp it with in- shook their heads gravely, and doubted whethdelible infamy."
er the poor girl had really “ bettered her conThe name of Lambourne is familiar in Cum- dition," when her boat was exchanged for nor now; a representative of that appellation a mansion, and her homely maiden name for a being still alive, to attest Scott's attention to title. local distinctness.
We had scarcely finished smiling and sighThe day was yet young when our party had ing, as our several fancies led, over this vilmade their survey of Cumnor, and it was lage episode of the fair maid of the ferry, agreed to prolong the ramble a few miles in when we drew up at the door of an oldsearch of another locality, where we might fashioned, spacious looking farm-house, with a trace the footprints of genius. So accordingly, lofty but strange building adjoining it. To entering our old-fashioned, spacious convey- our inquiry what that ancient building was, ance, and giving a parting glance at the Bear with its thick high walls and conical wooden and Ragged Staff, we resumed our ride along roof, our venerable conductor answered : well-kept roads, shaded by overarching trees, “Oh, this is Stanton Harcourt, the remains and flanked by verdant meadows, through of a fine old seat of the Earls of Harcourt; which we could trace the winding of the Isis, and that is the fine old kitchen, as great a until we came to Bablock Hythe Ferry. As curiosity in its way as any in the kingdom.” we approached this spot, it was pleasant to see The hospitable farmer who now resides on the from the distance the old flat-bottomed ferry- premises permitted us with frank good-nature boat conveying three cows across the river. to view the place; and with him we entered The clearness of the deep, though narrow the spacious Kitchen, and speedily realized the stream, its serpentine course, the pastures of idea of the old baronial times, and the vast brightest green, stretching away on both housekeeping inseparable from the then mode sides, the willows on the banks, bending of providing for the wants of a numerous in the gentle breeze, and at every rustling establishment. The lofty square walls supof their foliage, showing the silver tint of ported an octagon roof of solid woodwork. the under-side of their pensile leaf, and here The kitchen had been built long before chimand there a majestic weeping-willow, dip- neys were used, as the blackened rafters far ping its pendent branches in the stream—all | above sufficiently attested. The smoke, howthese, with the pearly gray of the calm autumn ever, could not have been so great a nuisance sky, the gliding motion of the boat, and the as might at first be supposed. An opening tranquil gaze of the patient animals comprising entirely round the basement of the roof perits freight, presented a combination of quiet mitted it free egress whichever way the wind rural beauty worthy of the pencil of a Cuyp blew. Vast ovens, and drying room over, for or Paul Potter. By the time the boat had salted provisions, occupied one side of the unloaded its cargo and returned, it was our kitchen, while opposite, there was a mighty turn to cross, which we did without alighting copper, still used for brewing, and a fireplace from our vehicle. The horse was accustomed ten feet wide, with a solid buttress of brickto the ferry-boat, and so remained perfectly work at the side, to protect the turnspit from still after entering ; our passage being enliven- being roasted himself while superintending the ed by one of the party relating a piece of ro- cookery. A shallow pit in the centre was pointmantic village gossip in reference to this same ed out as the place over which a gridiron six ferry. The story chronicled by the few resi- feet by four was placed, for the purpose of gril
ling a whole sheep, divided down the back, and groves, spread out like a vast map far beneath laid open on its bars; while in every direction the church tower, for a next-door neighbor ; on the walls and roof a multitude of hooks, the winds, as they swept over the trees, for enough to have supplied a whole market, were minstrels; and the clouds for an ever-vårying placed, as evidences of the good store once moving panorama: well might the poet hold banging in this baronial kitchen. The total high converse with the mighty dead, and alteration in modes of living came forcibly realize the visions, and invoke the spirit of upon our minds when noting this relic of the the father of poetry!* To leave this room, household arrangements of former times. with its interesting associations, was in every However extensive may be the good cheer in sense a descent. a nobleman's kitchen in modern days, it will The same kind courtesy that had permitted bear no comparison with the rude abundance us to view the turret, enabled us to enter the of the past. When towns were few, and shops church, where the principal object of attracpoor and uncertain — when the stated market tion was the private chapel over the vault of and annual fair were the only places for ob- the Harcourt family. The tombs and monutaining a supply of the minor multifarious ments were richly gilded and emblazoned ; but, necessaries for a family — room for abundant we thought, with more of splendor than of store was needed. And when we recollect taste. Full-sized marble effigies of the Earls that it was not the ancient custom to keep of Harcourt, in their robes and coronets the stall-fed cattle through the winter, but that at figures painted and gilded to represent the Martinmas they killed, salted, and dried meat costume — made a showy, but not very imfor the consumption of many months, it ex-pressive spectacle. Two exquisite busts by plains the necessity for good ovens, drying- Roubilliac contrasted favorably in beauty, purooms, and chevaux de frise of meat-hooks in rity, and simplicity, with the gorgeously-painted all directions.
monuments. A door from this curious old kitchen led us It happened that the vault of the Harcourt to a fine turret, perfectly square, that had and Vernon family was open, the funeral of once formed part of the mansion, and is still the Archbishop of York being fixed to take entire, and in good preservation. The ground-place on the following day. To descend from floor of the turret contains what was once a viewing the splendors of the garish monuments beautiful private Roman Catholic chapel, now to witness the solemn secrets of the charnelused for the very different purpose of receiving house, afforded a salutary lesson. Sixteen a clothes mangle and other household lumber. large coffins were visible, many of them much The roof and walls still exhibit traces of rich dilapidated; rotting wood, faded velvet, and gilding and elaborate decoration. A door at tarnished brass, all proclaiming that no matter the right-hand side of the altar opened on a what the outward trappings, "decay's effacing winding turret-stair, that led into a little finger” cares nothing for human distinctions. apper room, having the appearance of a con A broad shelf was crected round this vault for fessional. From this the staircase conducted the Vernon family, which, by intermarriages, to a square convenient room, that might ap- had become closely united with the Harcourts. propriately have belonged to the priest who The late archbishop was the first who, on the officiated in the chapel; and still ascending to morrow, was to take possession of this comthe third and highest story, we entered a hand- partment of the vault. some square lofty room, richly paneled with Ascending to the church, it was a relief to polished oak. On one side was the small wander into the adjoining burial-ground, and ancient fireplace; on the other three sides view the turret and windows of Pope's study were casement Windows, commanding exten- from that quiet place. Near the door of the sive and varied views of the adjacent country. church there is an interesting tablet erected by “ This room is called Pope's study,” said our the poet's friend, Lord Harcourt, to the memaged conductor : “here he finished the Odys-ory of two lovers killed by lightning. Pope, sey.” A more appropriate room for a poet's study could not be imagined than this lovely • Pope, in a letter to Lady Mary Wortley Monturret chamber. From the window opposite tagu, says-" I owe this old house the same gratithe fireplace, where it may be supposed Pope his declining condition, nay, even in his last extremigenerally sat, there is a fine view of the imme- ties. I have found this an excellent place for retirediately-adjoining parish church; and the tops ment and study, where no one who passes by can of the trees wave their foliage directly beneath would visit me dares not venture under my roof. the windows of this lofty room. Here, far You will not wonder I have translated a great deal of removed from vulgar noise or casual intrusion, Homer in this retreat: any one that sees it, will own
I could not have chosen a fitter or more likely place the country, with its meadows, streams, and to converse with the dead!”
at the request of Lord Harcourt, wrote the cient town. After a brief time spent in rest following epitaph :
and refreshment, we went forth again in the “Think not, by righteous judgment seized, evening to witness a modern appropriation of A pair so faithful could expire;
an ancient building. The gateway of the venVictims so pure leaven saw well-pleased, erable Abbey of Abingdon is yet entire; and And snatched them in celestial fire.
every school-boy in the town feels some pride Live well, and fear no sudden fate : When God calls virtue to the grave,
as he recalls the fact, that the most learned of Alike 't is justice, soon or late,
our Anglo-Norman princes, Henry Beauclere, Mercy alike to kill or save.
was educated in that old monastic school. Over Virtue unmoved can hear the call,
the gateway there are some fine old vaulted And face the flash that melts the ball !” chambers, one of which is now the lectureThis incident probably furnished Thompson room of the Mechanics’ Institution ; and whatwith the hint for his beautiful tale of Celadon ever may be said of modern improvements, a and Amelia.
more commodious, well-ventilated room, better Feeling that our ride had been as much di- constructed for speaking and hearing, it would versified with records of the past, enjoyment be difficult to find than this old council-chamber of the present, and visits to the dwellings of over the abbey gate ; and not less highly honthe living and the dead, as could well be with ored is that ancient place in its present use in the limits of one morning's ramble, we re
than it was in days of yore. Education is a turned to Abingdon (passing on our way the glorious privilege, the birthright not merely of house that had once been that of Elwes the England's princes and peers, but of her people miser), and admiring the stately old market and her peasants.-- Chambers's Edinburgh place, which stands in the centre of the an
JEROME PATUROT'S SEARCH AFTER THE BEST OF ALL REPUBLICS.
Jerome Paturot's Search after the Best of all The current of things led me yet further. It
Republics [Jérome Paturot à la Re- is not easy to arrest oneself when censure once cherche de la Meilleure des Républiques]. begins. I sought but one culprit, and I found
two; to the faults of Governnient I had to add By Louis Reybaud. Jeffs.
those of society. I began to doubt whether this
world, so full of imperfections and contrasts, In the crash of dynasties none are secure : satisfactorily fulfilled the aim of the Divinity.
even a Paturot may fall! Jerome whose Looking at it calmly, I could see nothing in it search after a social position we have so recent but an incomplete sketch, worthy only of the ly seen ending in discomfiture and obscurity, infancy of Art. It seemed to me that, with the whose“ grandeurs” dwindled into a miserable slightest effort of imagination, I could suggest "emploi en province”—Jerome also fell a something which would be less incoherent and victim to the Revolution of February., The I understood the pride of Prometheus in his
more harmonious. This thought exalted me :Provisional Government shook not only Eu
struggle against heaven. rope, -it shook Jerome; not only did it ruin commerce, -it threw Paturot out of office. Jerome became a republican; and the ReLet Royal historiographers chronicle the desti- public soon after came to realize his hopes. nies of kings :-Jerome has a pen, and will | He now takes up that pen which has rendered chronicle his own.
famous the struggles of his early life to relate Under the ancient dynasty—under Louis the deceptions of his middle age. The RePhilippe—Jerome was but an ill-paid clerk. public has not realized his hopes ! It had gone ill with him in the world, and the Such is the purpose of M. Louis Reybaud's world had forgotten bim; but he answered its third part of Jerome Paturot, now in course neglect with his disdain. Though a paid ser- of publication. The idea is not a bad one, if vant of the government, he was cold and se we except the returning to an old subject vere in his attitude towards it. He accepted which has seldom succeeded with any writer, its salary, but not its principles. Let députés from Cervantes down to Boz; and though vote and shout as they pleased, he refused his some parts of this work are amusing, it is protection and sympathy to the Government of wearisome on the whole. To render the ex
travagancies of the Revolution ridiculous was
not difficult ; but M. Reybaud has too often grandiose--that is the great and essential point. dropped the satirist to assume the preacher. In case of need, run the town into debt: no He writes in his own person rather than in that money can be better spent. Imitate Paris.of Jerome Paturot; and what he writes is sen- Let there be young girls dressed in white and sible, but not amusing. Some happy touches
oxen with gilded horns. Elevate the souls of and some hard hits there certainly are; but
men by grand spectacles. Give them allegory
-no end of allegory.”—“They shall hare allethe work bears the impress of being written to gories, since you wish it.” “Well and good, my suit a temporary circumstance, and written dear colleague. I see with pleasure that you hastily.
recur to real republican principles. They may When the Republic is declared, its first act be summed up in two words : agitation and disis to send its commissioners into the depart- weakness! Dismiss and dismiss : that is the way ments, to agitate and keep alive republican weakness: Dismiss and dismiss : that is the way
to establish a republic.” enthusiasm. In the department where Jerome lives the people are marvellously indifferent to The result of these instructions is, the compolitics—quiet inoffensive bourgeois, thinking plete demoralization of the department : which only of their commerce. This tranquillity from a peaceful and politically indifferent place excites the choler of the republican chief com- becomes a centre of republican fury. Among missioner, who demands of his colleague an the dismissals occurs that of Jerome. What! explanation.
the republican before the republic—he who “What goes on here? What have
you done ? proclaimed " the pure principles" when there have you clubs, as at Paris ?”—“ No, indeed; was only danger in the proclamation—was to we have no clubs.”—“Have you any prome. be suspected of attachment to the ancient order nades of the various professions, as at Paris?” of things! Jerome sets off for Paris to have an -"No; none." “No promenades! 10 clubs! | interview with the minister, convinced that a This is serious. I hope, at least, you have had
mere statement of his case is all that is neceslampions, as at Paris ?”—The assembly regarded each other in silent disappointment. The sense
sary for his re-admission. of their fault penetrated them; and they were
Arrived at Paris, he is, of course, spectator obliged to avow that they had not even had lam- of all the follies that have been acted there pions. “And you talk of a republic !” exclaim- during the last few months. He goes to the ed the indignant commissioner: "a republic clubs, -attends the Luxembourg,-visits the without lampions, without promenades, without Hotel de Ville. He hears men of all parties, clubs! Now I am prepared for anything. I and criticises them all. There is very little will wager there has been no Tree of Liberty humor in all these chapters ; perhaps because erected here amidst fireworks and tricolor rib- the writer was too much in earnest
. Jerome bons!” Constience stricken, their silence was their reply. “I thought as much,” he continued. meets with Oscar, the artist of the “ hairy “Let no more be said. All is lost
. Nothing as school”; who is now the great republican artat Paris ; nothing! nothing! Not one grand ist, swelling with triumph at the doors of the idea, not one noble spectacle ! o Republic ! is Louvre being opened to all men without the it thus that thou art inaugurated? Where are formality of a judgment. The brush has been thy fasces—where is thine antique drapery?” enfranchised—all palettes proclaimed equal
. Turning to his colleague he demanded, " Have The aristocracy of Art has seen its day,
—it is you agitated the department ?” “ Agitated it! For what? It made no resistance."-" In ap- to that class:—the jury had refused his pic
the turn of the third estate! Oscar belonged pearance perhaps so; but at the bottom it is refractory, believe me. Have you at least turned tures with distressing unanimity. His time for away all the functionaries of the deposed gov- vengeance has arrived, and he will show the ernment?”_ Why should I?, They all hast- world the masterpieces of which it had been ened to declare their adherence.”--- Pure com- deprived by ignorance and jealousy! Oscar edy! You have been played with, colleague. takes Jerome to see a “ promenade” on the What! not a single dismissal ? "_" Only three
Boulevards :or four. If you but knew how submissive the department is.” — “ That's it! Submissive! “ You see my People, Jerome,-you see it!” They all pretend submission, but in reality they “ Your People !” “ Yes, mine, Jerome. Whose conspire. Colleague, you must agitate. Recover should it be? Have I not borne it in my enlost time! Proclamations—bulletins! Above trails--the entrails of an artist? Is it not the all, be careful of the style; let there be words people of genius and of passion ? the people of as big as houses !"_" Very well.”—“ You must color and of outline ? the people of ochre and have a club;-two, if possible.”—“I will have cobalt? Yes, Jerome, it is mine : and the proof three.”—“ You must plant a Tree of Liberty, is that I on all occasions assert it, and the people with fireworks and tricolor ribbons as accompani- never protests. See how it bears itself! what a ments.”—“I will plant two.”—“You must or- glorious mien! what a proud attitude ! ganize promenades. As to public ceremonies, people! my great and beautiful people! thou the programme is before you. Let them be | art strong because thou art good, and good be.