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not inelegantly formed. His colour was, it is true, as black as ink, but his features were as near the European as the African contour. Thus fashioned, Cæsar Paget determined to offer himself to the blooming widow, thinking, no doubt, that the junction of the two businesses would be a most excellent thing for all parties. The widow thought so too; or, it may be, Cæsar had the address to persuade her of it. However this may be, she married our friend, and, we believe, never had occasion to repent of it, in the course of a long wedded life.

The tastes and manners, indeed, of Cæsar Paget may be described, without exaggeration, as those of a cultivated English gentleman. He was a great reader, to use a common phrase, and attached, in particular, to dramatic literature, as also to theatrical amusements. In order to see a favourite actor in a favourite play of Shakspeare, he would sometimes proceed, expressly on purpose, to the metropolis, accompanied generally by some of his family. In all the cultivated and elegant amusements of Henley, he took a prominent part. In the cricket-clubs, he was an active and cherished associate; and in truth, it was, to see him on the cricket-field, 'among the white ones, coloured only he.' But his fellow-townsmen and cricketers seemed, as has been said, to have utterly forgotten, in the course of time, the existence of such a circumstance as his peculiarity of hue. From his speech, nothing could be detected to indicate him other than a well-educated native of the country in which he lived."

Thus, possessed of wealth and comfort, surrounded by a happy family, esteemed by friends and employers, and enjoying as well as appreciating all the elegant and refined pleasures of civilised life, did he, who was in youth a poor slave-boy of Antigua, spend his advanced years. What a change—what a revolution—in his existing circumstances and probable fate, was produced by that stumble amid the Antiguan palm-trees - which caused the sprain in the ankle—which caused him to be lashed - which caused him to cry, which caused Mr Henry

very odd, Paget to come to the spot - which, finally, caused the liberation of the boy! These, at least, form the chain of circumstances by which the change was wrought out; but the true proximate cause of the whole, was the filial affection implanted by the Creator in the boy's nature, which led him to risk the lash for the procuring of a little good to his poor mother. With this moral, the old story-books would certainly have concluded a history like this; and though they too often left out of account, in doing so, all the after-propriety of conduct necessary to consummate the good attained by the first act, yet, as the failing of the old narrators leaned to virtue's side, we are content that filial affection should be regarded as the origin of Cæsar Paget's remarkable success in life. At the same time, we cannot help fearing that similar inlets to success have fallen in the way of many individuals, both white and black, without proving of any permanent avail, because the persevering industry and activity were absent which were required to make the thread into a tether.' Cæsar Paget possessed these qualities, and all who would imitate his course must imitate them.


Music, in its highest degrees of endowment, produces effects in the human character, of which the least that can be said is, that they are as worthy of being studied as any other class of mental phenomena. One of the most remarkable circumstances attending the gift in its loftiest forms, is the absolute impossibility of repressing it. Even during childhood, it is quite in vain, in most instances, to attempt to impose upon it the least control. In spite of the injunctions, the vigilance, the tyranny of masters and parents, the unprisoned soul' of the musician seems always to find some means of escape; and even when debarred from the use of musical instruments, it is ten to one but in the end he is discovered ensconced in some quiet corner, tuning his horse-shoes, or, should he be so fortunate as to secure so great a prize, like Eulenstein, eliciting new and unknown powers of harmony from the iron tongue of a Jew's harp. Some curious examples of the extent to which this ruling passion has been carried occasionally occur. Dr Arne (except Purcell, perhaps our greatest English composer) was bred a lawyer, and as such articled to an attorney; but his musical propensities, which shewed themselves at a very early age, soon engrossed his mind to the exclusion of everything else. He used not unfrequently to avail himself of the privilege of a servant, by borrowing a livery, and going to the upper gallery of the Opera-house, at that time appropriated to domestics. It is also said that he used to hide a spinet in his room, upon which, after muffling the strings with a handkerchief, he practised during the night; for had his father known what was going forward, he probably would have thrown both him and it out of the window. The latter, however, never appears to have come to a knowledge of these proceedings; and his son, instead of studying law, was devoting himself entirely to the cultivation of the spinet, the violin, and musical composition, until one day, after he had served out his time, when he happened to call at the house of a gentleman in the neighbourhood, who was engaged with a musical party, when, being ushered into the room, to his utter surprise and horror, he discovered his son in the act of playing the first fiddle; from which period the old gentleman began to think it most prudent to give up the contest, and soon after allowed him to receive regular instructions.

Handel, too, was similarly situated. His father, who was a physician at Halle, in Saxony, destined him for the profession of the law, and with this view was so determined to check his early inclination towards music, that he excluded from his house all musical society; nor would he permit music or musical instruments to be ever heard within its walls. The child, however, notwithstanding his parent's precautions, found means to hear somebody play on the harpsichord ; and the delight which he felt having prompted him to endeavour to gain an opportunity of practising what he had heard, he contrived, through a servant, to procure a small clarichord or spinet, which he secreted in a garret, and to which he repaired every night after the family had gone to rest, and intuitively, without extraneous aid, learned to extract from it its powers of harmony as well as melody. Upon this subject, Mr Hogarth, in his highly popular History of Music, has the following sensible observation :- A childish love for music or painting, even when accompanied with an aptitude to learn something of these arts, is not, in one case out of a hundred, or rather a thousand, conjoined with that degree of genius, without which it would be a vain and idle pursuit. In the general case, therefore, it is wise to check such propensities where they appear like to divert or incapacitate the mind from graver pursuits. But, on the other hand, the judgment of a parent of a gifted child ought to be shewn by his discerning the genuine talent as soon as it manifests itself, and then bestowing on it every care and culture.'

A tale exactly similar is told of Handel's great contemporary, John Sebastian Bach, a man of equally stupendous genius, and whose works at the present day are looked up to with the same veneration with which we regard those of the former. He was born at Eisenach in 1685, and when ten years old (his father being dead) was left to the care of his elder brother, an organist, from whom he received his first instructions ; but the talent of the pupil so completely outran the slow current of the master's ideas, that pieces of greater difficulty were perpetually in demand, and as often refused. Among other things, young Bach set his heart upon a book containing pieces for the clarichord, by the most celebrated composers of the day, but the use of it was pointedly refused. It was in vain, however, to repress the youthful ardour of the composer. The book lay in a cupboard, the door of which was of lattice-work; and as the interstices were large enough to admit his little hand, he soon saw that, by rolling it up, he could withdraw and replace it at pleasure; and having found his way thither during the night, he set about copying it, and, having no candle, he could only work by moonlight! In six months, however, his task was completed; but just as he was on the point of reaping the harvest of his toils, his brother unluckily found out the circumstance, and by an act of the most contemptible cruelty, took the book from him; and it was not till after his brother's death, which took place some time afterwards, that he recovered it.

The extraordinary proficiency acquired in this art more than in any other, at an age before the intellectual powers are fully expanded, may be regarded as one of the most interesting results of this early and enthusiastic devotion to music. We can easily imagine a child acquiring considerable powers of execution upon a pianoforte---an instrument which demands no great effort of physical strength-and even pouring forth a rich vein of natural melody: but how excellence in composition, in the combination of the po ers of harmony and instrumentation -a process which, in adults, is usually arrived at after much labour, regular training, and long study of the best models and means of producing effect-how such knowledge and skill can ever exist in a child, is indeed extraordinary; still there can be no doubt of the fact. The genius of a Mozart appears and confounds all abstract speculations. When scarcely eight years of age, this incomparable artist, while in Paris on his way to Great Britain, had composed several sonatas for the harpsichord, with violin accompaniments, which were set in a masterly and finished style. Shortly afterwards, when in London, he wrote his first symphony and a set of sonatas, dedicated to the queen. Daines Barrington, speaking of him at this time, says that he appeared to have a thorough knowledge of the fundamental rules of composition, as on giving him a melody, he immediately wrote an excellent bass to it. This he had been in the custom of doing several years previously; and the minuets and little movements which he composed from the age of

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