{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3093", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "1^\\ni^-:\\n^L^^-/^\\nM^\\n^*v^\\nj\u00c2\u00ab_. *K;.\\nA.;;\\n-V V-\\n.\u00e2\u0080\u00a2li\\n-*.?-.vi- T**\\nV t\\n*\u00c2\u00aba\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00bb\u00c2\u00abKfT-^*^", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "IRVING S WORKS\\nGEOFFREY ORAYO]^ EDITION\\nCOMPLETE m 27 VOLUMES.\\nVOL. III.\\nT", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "BRAOEBRIDGE HALL\\nGEOFFREY CBAYON EDITION", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "(^\\\\\\\\h tb^u-d.\\\\b\\\\\\\\ Ar)ft\\\\w\\\\\\\\i\\\\\\\\\\\\i \\\\V^\\\\\\\\\\\\aiw\\\\a\\\\}.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "ilA^\\n-^jj\u00c2\u00bb\\\\jm. c5\\\\ai\\\\\\\\j-\\\\\\n-,.,^i3 4*", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "GEOFFREY CRAYON EDITION\\nBRACBBRIDGE HALL\\nOR\\nTHE HUMORISTS\\nA MEDLEY\\nBY\\nGEOFFREY CRAYON, Gent.\\nC 7\\nUnder this cloud I walk, Gentlemen pardon my rude assault. I am a traveller, -who, having\\nsurveyed most of the terrestrial angles of this globe, am hither arrived, to peruse this little spot.\\nCheistmas Oedinabt.\\nTHE A UTHOB 8 REVISED EDITION\\nCOMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME\\nNEW YOEK\\nG. P. PUTNAM S SONS\\n183 Fifth Avenue\\nS^", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "COPTKIGHT\\n1880\\nBy G. p. PUTNAM S SONS", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "COE TE]SrTS.\\nPAGE\\nThe Author 9\\nThe Hall 17\\nThe Busy Man 22\\nFamily Servants 29\\nThe Widow 38\\nThe Lovers 43\\nFamily Relics 48\\nAn Old Soldier 55\\nThe Widow s Retinue 60\\nReady-Money Jack 65\\nBachelors. 73\\nWives 78\\nStory-Telling 86\\nThe Stout Gentleman 88\\nForest Trees 103\\nA Literary Antiquary Ill\\nThe Farm-House 118\\nHorsemanship 124\\nLove Symptoms 130\\nFalconry 134\\nHawking 140\\nSt. Mark s Eve 149\\nGentility 161\\n5", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "6 CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nFortune-Telling 167\\nLove-Charms 174\\nThe Library 180\\nThe Student of Salamanca 183\\nEnglish Country Gentlemen 284\\nA Bachelor s Confession 294\\nEnglish Gravity 299\\nGypsies 307\\nMay-Day Customs 814\\nVillage Worthies 320\\nThe Schoolmaster 324\\nThe School 331\\nA Village Politician 336\\nThe Rookery 342\\nMay-Day 352\\nThe Manuscript 365\\nAnnette Delarbre 368\\nTravelling 399\\nPopular Superstitions 408\\nThe Culprit 420\\nFamily Misfortunes 430\\nLovers Troubles 435\\nThe Historian 442\\nThe Haunted House 445\\nDoLPH Heyliger 450\\nThe Storm-Ship 504\\nThe Wedding 542\\nThe Author s Farewell 554", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "List of Illusteatioe s.\\nPAGE\\nEnglish Country Gentleman Front\\nDoLPH Heyliger Title\\nThe Lovers 44\\nKeady-Money Jack 72\\nStable Yard on a Rainy Day 88\\nGypsy Encampment 168\\nTraveller and Goblin 413\\nDoLPH Heyliger and The Doctor 478", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE AUTHOE.\\nOKTHY KEADEE On again taking pen in\\nhand, I would fain make a few observations at\\nthe outset, by way of bespeaking a right under-\\nstanding. The volumes which I have already published\\nhave met with a reception far beyond my most sanguine\\nexpectations. I would willingly attribute this to their\\nintrinsic merits but, in spite of the vanity of authorship,\\nI cannot but be sensible that their success has, in a great\\nmeasure, been owing to a less flattering cause. It has\\nbeen a matter of marvel, to my European readers, that a\\nman from the wilds of America should express himself in\\ntolerable English. I was looked upon as something new\\nand strange in literature a kind of demi-savage, with a\\nfeather in his hand instead of on his head and there\\nwas a curiosity to hear what such a being had to say\\nabout civilized society.\\nThis novelty is now at an end, and of course the feeling\\nof indulgence which it produced. I must now expect to\\nbear the scrutiny of sterner criticisms, and to be meas-\\nured by the same standard as contemporary writers and\\nthe very favor shown to my previous writings will cause\\nthese to be treated with the greatest rigor, as there is", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "10 THE AUTHOR.\\nnotliing for wliicli tlie world is apt to punisli a man more\\nseverely tlian for having been over-praised. On tMs\\nhead, therefore, I wish to forestall the censoriousness of\\nthe reader, and I entreat he will not think the worse of\\nme for the many injudicious things that may have been\\nsaid in my commendation.\\nI am aware that I often travel over beaten ground, and\\ntreat of subjects that have already been discussed by\\nabler pens. Indeed, various authors have been men-\\ntioned as my models, to whom I should feel flattered if I\\nthought I bore the slightest resemblance but in truth I\\nwrite after no model that I am conscious of, and I write\\nwith no idea of imitation or competition. In venturing\\noccasionally on topics that have already been almost ex-\\nhausted by English authors, I do it, not with the pre-\\nsumption of challenging a comparison, but with the hope\\nthat some new interest may be given to such topics, when\\ndiscussed by the pen of a stranger.\\nIf, therefore, I should sometimes be found dwelling\\nwith fondness on subjects trite and commonplace with\\nthe reader, I beg the circumstances under which I write\\nmay be kept in recollection. Having been born and\\nbrought up in a new country, yet educated from infancy\\nin the literature of an old one, my mind was early filled\\nwith historical and poetical associations, connected with\\nplaces, and manners, and customs of Europe, but which\\ncould rarely be applied to those of my own country. To\\na mind thus peculiarly prepared, the most ordinary ob-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE A UTEOB. 11\\njects and scenes, on arriving in Europe, are full of strange\\nmatter and interesting novelty. England is as classic\\nground to an American, as Italy is to an Englishman\\nand old London teems with as much historical association\\nas mighty Rome.\\nIndeed, it is difficult to describe the whimsical medley\\nof ideas that throng upon his mind on landing among\\nEnglish scenes. He for the first time sees a world about\\nwhich he has been reading and thinking in every stage of\\nhis existence. The recollected ideas of infancy, youth,\\nand manhood, of the nursery, the school, and the study,\\ncome swarming at once upon him and his attention is\\ndistracted between great and little objects, each of which,\\nperhaps, awakens an equally delightful train of remem-\\nbrances.\\nBut what more especially attracts his notice, are those\\npeculiarities which distinguish an old country and an old\\nstate of society from a new one. I have never yet grown\\nfamiliar enough with the crumbling monuments of past\\nages, to blunt the intense interest with which I at first be-\\nheld them. Accustomed always to scenes where history\\nwas, in a manner, anticipation where everything in art\\nwas new and progressive, and pointed to the future rather\\nthan to the past where, in short, the works of man gave\\nno ideas but those of young existence and prospective\\nimprovement there was something inexpressibly touch-\\ning in the sight of enormous piles of architecture, gray\\nwith antiquity, and sinking to decay. I cannot describe", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "12 TEE AUTHOR.\\nthe mute but deep-felt enthusiasm with, \u00e2\u0080\u00a2which I have\\ncontemplated a vast monastic ruin, like Tintern Abbey,\\nburied in the bosom of a quiet valley, and shut up from\\nthe world, as though it had existed merely for itself or\\na warrior pile, like Conway Castle, standing in stern\\nloneliness on its rocky height, a mere hollow yet threat-\\nening phantom of departed power. They spread a grand,\\nand melancholy, and, to me, an unusual charm over the\\nlandscape I for the first time beheld signs of national old\\nage, and empire s decay, and proofs of the transient and\\nperishing glories of art, amidst the ever-springing and re-\\nviving fertility of nature.\\nBut, in fact, to me everything was full of matter, the\\nfootsteps of history were everywhere to be traced, and\\npoetry had breathed over and sanctified the land. I ex-\\nperienced the delightful freshness of feeling of a child to\\nwhom everything is new. I pictured to myself a set of\\ninhabitants and a mode of life for every habitation that I\\nsaw, from the aristocratical mansion, amidst the lordly\\nrepose of stately groves and solitary parks, to the straw-\\nthatched cottage, with its scanty garden and its cherished\\nwoodbine. I thought I never could be sated with the\\nsweetness and freshness of a country so completely car-\\npeted with verdure where every air breathed of the\\nbalmy pasture, and the honeysuckle hedge. I was con-\\ntinually coming upon some little document of poetry in\\nthe blossomed hawthorn, the daisy, the cowslip, the\\nprimrose, or some other simple object that has received", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE AUTHOR. 13\\na supernatural value from the muse. The first time tliat\\nI heard the song of the nightingale, I was intoxicated\\nmore by the delicious crowd of remembered associations\\nthan by the melody of its notes and I shall never forget\\nthe thrill of ecstasy with which I first saw the lark rise,\\nalmost from beneath my feet, and wing its musical flight\\nup into the morning sky.\\nIn this way I traversed England, a grown-up child,\\ndelighted by every object, great and small and betray-\\ning a wondering ignorance, and simple enjoyment, that\\nprovoked many a stare and a smile from my wiser\\nand more experienced fellow-travellers. Such too was\\nthe odd confusion of associations that kept breaking\\nupon me as I first approached London. One of my earli-\\nest wishes had been to see this great metropolis. I had\\nread so much about it in the earliest books put into my\\ninfant hands and I had heard so much about it from\\nthose around me who had come from the old countries,\\nthat I was familiar with the names of its streets and\\nsquares, and public places, before I knew those of my\\nnative city. It was, to me, the great centre of the world,\\nround which everything seemed to revolve. I recollect\\ncontemplating so wistfully, when a boy, a paltry little\\nprint of the Thames, and London Bridge, and St. Paul s,\\nthat was in front of an old magazine and a picture of\\nKensington Gardens, with gentlemen in three-cornered\\nhats and broad skirts, and ladies in hoops and lappets,\\nthat hung up in my bedroom even the venerable cut of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "14 THE AUTHOE.\\nSt. Jolin s Gate, tliat has stood, time out of mind, in front\\nof the Gentleman s Magazine, was not without its charms\\nto me and I envied the odd-looking little men that ap-\\npeared to be loitering about its arches.\\nHow then did my heart warm when the towers of\\nWestminster Abbey were pointed out to me, rising above\\nthe rich groves of St. James s Park, with a thin blue haze\\nabove their gray pinnacles I could not behold this\\ngreat mausoleum of what is most illustrious in our pa-\\nternal history, without feeling my enthusiasm in a glow.\\nWith what eagerness did I explore every part of the\\nmetropolis I was not content with those matters which\\noccupy the dignified research of the learned traveller I\\ndelighted to call up all the feelings of childhood, and to\\nseek after those objects which had been the wonders of\\nmy infancy. London Bridge, so famous in nursery song\\nthe far-famed monument Gog and Magog, and the Lions\\nin the Tower, all brought back many a recollection of\\ninfantine delight, and of good old beings, now no more,\\nwho had gossiped about them to my wondering ear. Nor\\nwas it without a recurrence of childish interest that I\\nfirst peeped into Mr. Newberry s shop, in St. Paul s\\nChurch-yard, that fountain-head of literature. Mr. New-\\nberry was the first that ever filled my infant mind with\\nthe idea of a great and good man. He published all the\\npicture-books of the day and, out of his abundant love\\nfor children, he charged nothing for either paper or\\nprint, and only a penny-half-penny for the binding", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE AUTEOB. 15\\nI have mentioned these circumstances, worthy reader,\\nto show you the whimsical crowd of associations that are\\napt to beset my mind on mingling among English scenes.\\nI hope they may, in some measure, plead my apology,\\nshould I be found harping upon stale and trivial themes,\\nor indulging an over-fondness for anything antique and\\nobsolete. I know it is the humor, not to say cant of the\\nday, to run riot about old times, old books, old customs,\\nand old buildings with myself, however, as far as I have\\ncaught the contagion, the feeling is genuine. To a man\\nfrom a young country, all old things are in a manner\\nnew; and he may surely be excused in being a little\\ncurious about antiquities, whose native land, unfortu-\\nnately, cannot boast of a single ruin.\\nHaving been brought up, also, in the comparative sim-\\nplicity of a republic, I am apt to be struck with even the\\nordinary circumstances incident to an aristocratical state\\nof society. If, however, I should at any time amuse my-\\nself by pointing out some of the eccentricities, and some\\nof the poetical characteristics of the latter, I would not\\nbe understood as pretending to decide upon its political\\nmerits. My only aim is to paint characters and manners.\\nI am no politician. The more I have considered the\\nstudy of politics, the more I have found it full of per-\\nplexity and I have contented myself, as I have in my\\nreligion, with the faith in which I was brought up, regu-\\nlating my own conduct by its precepts, but leaving to\\nabler heads the task of making converts.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "16 THE A UTHOB.\\nI shall continue on, therefore, in tlie course I have\\nhitherto pursued; looking at things poetically, rather\\nthan politically describing them as they are, rather than\\npretending to point out how they should be and endeav-\\noring to see the world in as pleasant a light as circum-\\nstances will permit.\\nI have always had an opinion that much good might be\\ndone by keeping mankind in good humor with one an-\\nother. I may be wrong in my philosophy, but I shall\\ncontinue to practise it until convinced of its fallacy.\\nWhen I discover the world to be all that it has been re-\\npresented by sneering cynics and whining poets, I will\\nturn to and abuse it also in the meanwhile, worthy\\nreader, I hope you will not think lightly of me, because I\\ncannot believe this to be so very bad a world as it is re-\\npresented.\\nThine truly,\\nGEOFFREY CRAYON.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Beaoebeidge Hall.\\nTHE HALL.\\nThe ancientest house, and the best for housekeeping, in this county or the\\nnext and though the master of it write but squire, I know no lord like him.\\nMekky Beggars.\\nHE reader, if he has perused the volumes of the\\nSketch-Book, will probably recollect some-\\nthing of the Bracebridge family, with which I\\nonce passed a Christmas. I am now on another visit at\\nthe Hall, having been invited to a wedding which is\\nshortly to take place. The Squire s second son, Guy, a\\nfine, spirited young captain in the army, is about to be\\nmarried to his father s ward, the fair Julia Templeton.\\nA gathering of relations and friends has already com-\\nmenced, to celebrate the joyful occasion for the old gen-\\ntleman is an enemy to quiet, private weddings. There\\nis nothing, he says, like launching a young couple\\ngayly, and cheering them from the shore a good out-\\nset is half the voyage.\\n2 17", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "18 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nBefore proceeding any farther, I would beg tliat the\\nSquire might not be confounded with that class of hard-\\nriding, fox-hunting gentlemen, so often described, and, in\\nfact, so nearly extinct in England. I use this rural title\\npartly because it is his universal appellation throughout\\nthe neighborhood, and partly because it saves me the fre-\\nquent repetition of his name, which is one of those rough\\nold English names at which Frenchmen exclaim in\\ndespair.\\nThe Squire is, in fact, a lingering specimen of the old\\nEnglish country gentleman rusticated a little by living\\nalmost entirely on his estate, and something of a humor-\\nist, as Englishmen are apt to become when they have an\\nopportunity of living in their own way. I like his hobby\\npassing well, however, which is, a bigoted devotion to old\\nEnglish manners and customs it jumps a little with my\\nown humor, having as yet a lively and unsated curiosity\\nabout the ancient and genuine characteristics of my\\nfather-land.\\nThere are some traits about the Squire s family, also,\\nwhich appear to me to be national. It is one of those\\nold aristocratical families which, I believe, are peculiar\\nto England, and scarcely understood in other countries\\nthat is to say, families of the ancient gentry, who, though\\ndestitute of titled rank, maintain a high ancestral pride\\nwho look down upon all nobility of recent creation, and\\nwould consider it a sacrifice of dignity to merge the ven-\\nerable name of their house in a modern title.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "TEE HALL. 19\\nThe feeling is very mucli fostered by the importance\\nwhich they enjoy on their hereditary domains. The\\nfamily mansion is an old manor-house, standing in a re-\\ntired and beautiful part of Yorkshire. Its inhabitants\\nhave been always regarded, through the surrounding\\ncountry, as the great ones of the earth; and the little\\nvillage near the Hall looks up to the Squire with almost\\nfeudal homage. An old manor-house, and an old family\\nof this kind, are rarely to be met with at the present day\\nand it is probably the peculiar humor of the Squire\\nthat has retained this secluded specimen of Eng-\\nlish house-keeping in something like the genuine old\\nstyle.\\nI am again quartered in the panelled chamber, in the\\nantique wing of the house. The prospect from my win-\\ndow, however, has quite a different aspect from that\\nwhich it wore on my winter visit. Though early in the\\nmonth of April, yet a few warm, sunshiny days have\\ndrawn forth the beauties of the spring, which, I think, are\\nalways most captivating on their first opening. The par-\\nterres of the old-fashioned garden are gay with flowers\\nand the gardener has brought out his exotics, and placed\\nthem along the stone balustrades. The trees are clothed\\nwith green buds and tender leaves. When I throw open\\n^J jiiigliiig casement, I smell the odor of mignonette,\\nand hear the hum of the bees from the flowers against\\nthe sunny wall, with the varied song of the throstle, and\\nthe cheerful notes of the tuneful little wren.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "20 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nWhile sojourning in this stronghold of old fashions, it\\nis my intention to make occasional sketches of the scenes\\nand characters before me. I would have it understood,\\nhowever, that I am not writing a novel, and have nothing\\nof intricate plot nor marvellous adventure to promise the\\nreader. The Hall of which I treat has, for aught I know,\\nneither trap-door, nor sliding-panel, nor donjon-keep\\nand indeed appears to have no mystery about it. The\\nfamily is a worthy, well-meaning family, that, in all prob-\\nability, will eat and drink, and go to bed, and get up\\nregularly, from one end of my work to the other and the\\nSquire is so kind-hearted, that I see no likelihood of his\\nthrowing any kind of distress in the way of the approach-\\ning nuptials. In a word, I cannot foresee a single extra-\\nordinary event that is likely to occur in the whole term\\nof my sojourn at the Hall.\\nI tell this honestly to the reader, lest, when he finds\\nme dallying along, through every-day English scenes, he\\nmay hurry ahead, in hopes of meeting with some marvel-\\nlous adventure further on. I invite him, on the contrary,\\nto ramble gently on with me, as he would saunter out\\ninto the fields, stopping occasionally to gather a flower,\\nor listen to a bird, or admire a prospect, without any\\nanxiety to arrive at the end of his career. Should I, how-\\never, in the course of my wanderings about this old man-\\nsion, see or hear anything curious, that might serve to\\nvary the monotony of this every-day life, I shall not fail\\nto report it for the reader s entertainment", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE HALL. 21\\nFor freshest wits I know will soon be wearie,\\nOf any book, how grave soe er it be,\\nExcept it have odd matter, strange and merrie.\\nWell saue d with lies, and glared all with glee.*\\nMirror for Magistrates.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE BUSY MAN.\\nA decayed gentleman, who lives most upon his own mirth and my master s\\nmeans, and much good do him with it. He does hold my master up with his\\nstories, and songs, and catches, and such tricks and jigs, you would admire\\nhe is with him now. Jovial Crew.\\nY no one lias my return to tlie Hall been more\\nheartily greeted than by Mr. Simon Brace-\\nbridge, or Master Simon, as the Squire most\\ncommonly calls him. I encountered him just as I en-\\ntered the park, where he was breaking a pointer, and he\\nreceived me with all the hospitable cordiality with which\\na man welcomes a friend to another one s house. I have\\nalready introduced him to the reader as a brisk old\\nbachelor-looking little man the wit and superannuated\\nbeau of a large family connection, and the Squire s facto-\\ntum. I found him, as usual, full of bustle with a thou-\\nsand petty things to do, and persons to attend to, and in\\nchirping good-humor for there are few happier beings\\nthan a busy idler, that is to say, a man who is eternally\\nbusy about nothing.\\nI visited him, the morning after my arrival, in his\\nchamber, which is in a remote corner of the mansion, as\\nhe says he likes to be to himself, and out of the way. He\\n22", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "TEE BUSY MAK 23\\nhas fitted it up in his own taste, so that it is a perfect\\nepitome of an old bachelor s notions of convenience and\\narrangement. The furniture is made up of odd pieces\\nfrom all parts of the house, chosen on account of their\\nsuiting his notions, or fitting some corner of his apart-\\nment; and he is very eloquent in praise of an ancient\\nelbow-chair, from which he takes occasion to digress into\\na censure on modern chairs, as having degenerated from\\nthe dignity and comfort of high-backed antiquity.\\nAdjoining to his room is a small cabinet, which he\\ncalls his study. Here are some hanging shelves, of his\\nown construction, on which are several old works on\\nhawking, hunting, and farriery, and a collection or two\\nof poems and songs of the reign of Elizabeth, which he\\nstudies out of compliment to the Squire together with\\nthe Novelist s Magazine, the Sporting Magazine, the Eac-\\ning Calendar, a volume or two of the Newgate Calendar,\\na book of peerage, and another of heraldry.\\nHis sporting dresses hang on pegs in a small closet\\nand about the walls of his apartment are hooks to hold\\nhis fishing-tackle, whips, spurs, and a favorite fowling-\\npiece, curiously wrought and inlaid, which he inherits\\nfrom his grandfather. He has, also, a couple of old sin-\\ngle-keyed flutes, and a fiddle which he has repeatedly\\npatched and mended himself, affirming it to be a veritable\\nCremona though I have never heard him extract a sin-\\ngle note from it that was not enough to make one s blood\\nrun cold.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "24 BRACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nFrom this little nest his fiddle will often be heard, in\\nthe stillness of mid-day, drowsily sawing some long-for-\\ngotten tune for he prides himself on having a choice\\ncollection of good old English music, and will scarcely\\nhave anything to do with modern composers. The time,\\nhowever, at which his musical powers are of most use, is\\nnow and then of an evening, when he plays for the chil-\\ndren to dance in the hall and he passes among them and\\nthe servants for a perfect Orpheus.\\nHis chamber also bears evidence of his various avoca-\\ntions there are half-copied sheets of music designs for\\nneedle-work; sketches of landscapes, very indifferently\\nexecuted; a camera lucida; a magic lantern, for which\\nhe is endeavoring to paint glasses in a word, it is the\\ncabinet of a man of many accomplishments, who knows a\\nlittle of everything, and does nothing well.\\nAfter I had spent some time in his apartment, admir-\\ning the ingenuity of his small inventions, he took me\\nabout the establishment, to visit the stables, dog-kennel,\\nand other dependencies, in which he appeared like a gen-\\neral visiting the different quarters of his camp as the\\nSquire leaves the control of all these matters to him,\\nwhen he is at the Hall, He inquired into the state of\\nthe horses examined their feet prescribed a drench for\\none, and bleeding for another and then took me to look\\nat his own horse, on the merits of which he dwelt with\\ngreat prolixity, and which, I noticed, had the best stall\\nin the stable.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE BUSY MAN. 25\\nAfter this I was taken to a new toy of his and the\\nSquire s, which he termed the falconry, where there were\\nseveral unhappy birds in durance, completing their edu-\\ncation. Among the number was a fine falcon, which\\nMaster Simon had in especial training, and he told me\\nthat he would show me, in a few days, some rare sport of\\nthe good old-fashioned kind. In the course of our round,\\nI noticed that the grooms, gamekeeper, whippers-in, and\\nother retainers, seemed all to be on somewhat of a fami-\\nliar footing with Master Simon, and fond of having a joke\\nwith him, though it was evident they had great deference\\nfor his opinion in matters relating to their functions.\\nThere was one exception, however, in a testy old\\nhuntsman, as hot as a pepper-corn a meagre, wiry old\\nfellow, in a threadbare velvet jockey-cap, and a pair of\\nleather breeches, that, from much wear, shone as though\\nthey had been japanned. He was very contradictory and\\npragmatical, and apt, as I thought, to differ from Master\\nSimon now and then, out of mere captiousness. This\\nwas particularly the case with respect to the treatment of\\nthe hawk, which the old man seemed to have under his\\npeculiar care, and, according to Master Simon, was in a\\nfair way to ruin the latter had a vast deal to say about\\ncasting, and imping, and gleaming, and enseaming, and giv-\\ning the hawk the rangle, which I saw was all heathen\\nGreek to old Christy but he maintained his point not-\\nwithstanding, and seemed to hold all this technical lore\\nin utter disrespect.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "26 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nI was surprised at the good-humor with which Master\\nSimon bore his contradictions, till he explained the mat-\\nter to me afterwards. Old Christy is the most ancient\\nservant in the place, having lived among dogs and horses\\nthe greater part of a century, and been in the service of\\nMr. Bracebridge s father. He knows the pedigree of\\nevery horse on the place, and has bestrode the great-\\ngreat-grandsires of most of them. He can give a cir-\\ncumstantial detail of every fox-hunt for the last sixty or\\nseventy years, and has a history for every stag s head\\nabout the house, and every hunting-trophy nailed to the\\ndoor of the dog kennel.\\nAll the present race have grown up under his eye, and\\nhumor him in his old age. He once attended the Squire\\nto Oxford, when he was student there, and enlightened\\nthe whole university with his hunting-lore. All this is\\nenough to make the old man opinionated, since he finds,\\non all these matters of first-rate importance, he knows\\nmore than the rest of the world. Indeed, Master Simon\\nhad been his pupil, and acknowledges that he derived\\nhis first knowledge in hunting from the instructions of\\nChristy and I much question whether the old man does\\nnot still look upon him as rather a greenhorn.\\nOn our return homewards, as we were crossing the\\nlawn in front of the house, we heard the porter s bell\\nring at the lodge, and shortly afterwards a kind of caval-\\ncade advanced slowly up the avenue. At sight of it my\\ncompanion paused, considered it for a moment, and then,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE BUSY MAN. 27\\nmaking a sudden exclamation, hurried away to meet it.\\nAs it approached I discovered a fair, fresh-looking elder-\\nly lady, dressed in an old-fashioned riding-habit, with a\\nbroad-brimmed white beaver hat, such as may be seen in\\nSir Joshua Reynolds s paintings. She rode a sleek white\\npony, and was followed by a footman in rich livery,\\nmounted on an over-fed hunter. At a little distance in\\nthe rear came an ancient cumbrous chariot drawn by two\\nvery corpulent horses, driven by as corpulent a coach-\\nman, beside whom sat a page dressed in a fanciful green\\nlivery. Inside of the chariot was a starched prim per-\\nsonage, with a look somewhat between a lady s compan-\\nion and a lady s maid, and two pampered curs, that\\nshowed their ugly faces, and barked out of each window.\\nThere was a general turning out of the garrison to re-\\nceive this new-comer. The Squire assisted her to alight,\\nand saluted her affectionately the fair Julia flew into her\\narms, and they embraced with the romantic fervor of\\nboarding-school friends she was escorted into the house\\nby Julia s lover, towards whom she showed distinguished\\nfavor and a line of the old servants, who had collected\\nin the Hall, bowed most profoundly as she passed.\\nI observed that Master Simon was most assiduous and\\ndevout in his attentions upon this old lady. He walked\\nby the side of her pony up the avenue and, while she\\nwas receiving the salutations of the rest of the family, he\\ntook occasion to notice the fat coachman; to pat the\\nsleek carriage-horses, and, above all, to say a civil word", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "28 BBACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nto my lady s gentlewoman, tlie prim, sour-looking vestal\\nin the chariot.\\nI had no more of his company for the rest of the morn-\\ning. He was swept off in the vortex that followed in the\\nwake of this lady. Once indeed he paused for a moment,\\nas he was hurrying on some errand of the good lady s, to\\nlet me know that this was Lady Lillycraft, a sister of the\\nSquire s, of large fortune, which the captain would in-\\nherit, and that her estate lay in one of the best sporting\\ncounties in all England.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "FAMILY SERVANTS.\\nVerily old servants are the vouchers of worthy housekeeping. They are\\nlike rats in a mansion, or mites in a cheese, bespeaking the antiquity and\\nfatness of their abode.\\nN my casual anecdotes of the Hall, I may often\\nbe tempted to dwell upon circumstances of a\\ntrite and ordinary nature, from their appearing\\nto me illustrative of genuine national character. It\\nseems to me to be the study of the Squire to adhere, as\\nmuch as possible, to what he considers the old land-\\nmarks of English manners. His servants all understand\\nhis ways, and for the most part have been accustomed to\\nthem from infancy so that, upon the whole, his house-\\nhold presents one of the few tolerable specimens that\\ncan now be met with, of the establishment of an English\\ncountry gentleman of the old school.\\nBy the by, the servants are not the least characteristic\\npart of the household the housekeeper, for instance, has\\nbeen born and brought up at the Hall, and has never\\nbeen twenty miles from it yet she has a stately air that\\nwould not disgrace a lady that had figured at the court of\\nQueen Elizabeth.\\nI am half inclined to think she has caught it from liv-\\n29", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "30 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ning so mucli among the old family pictures. It may,\\nhowever, be owing to a consciousness of her importance\\nin the sphere in which she has always moved for she is\\ngreatly respected in the neighboring village, and among\\nthe farmers wives, and has high authority in the house-\\nhold, ruling over the servants with quiet but undisputed\\nsway.\\nShe is a thin old lady, with blue eyes and pointed nose\\nand chin. Her dress is always the same as to fashion.\\nShe wears a small, well-starched ruff, a laced stomacher,\\nfull petticoats, and a gown festooned and open in front,\\nwhich, on particular occasions, is of ancient silk, the\\nlegacy of some former dame of the family, or an inheri-\\ntance from her mother, who was housekeeper before her.\\nI have a reverence for these old garments, as I make no\\ndoubt they have figured about these apartments in days\\nlong past, when they have set off the charms of some\\npeerless family beauty; and I have sometimes looked\\nfrom the old housekeeper to the neighboring portraits, to\\nsee whether I could not recognize her antiquated brocade\\nin the dress of some one of those long-waisted dames that\\nsmile on me from the walls.\\nHer hair, which is quite white, is frizzed out in front,\\nand she wears over it a small cap, nicely plaited, and\\nbrought down under the chin. Her manners are simple\\nand primitive, heightened a little by a proper dignity of\\nstation.\\nThe Hall is her world, and the history of the family", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "FAMILY SERVANTS. 3I\\nthe only history she knows, excepting that which she has\\nread in the Bible. She can give a biography of every\\nportrait in the picture gallery, and is a complete family\\nchronicle.\\nShe is treated with great consideration by the Squire.\\nIndeed, Master Simon tells me that there is a traditional\\nanecdote current among the servants, of the Squire s hav-\\ning been seen kissing her in the picture gallery, when\\nthey were both young. As, however, nothing further was\\never noticed between them, the circumstance caused no\\ngreat scandal only she was observed to take to reading\\nPamela shortly afterwards, and refused the hand of the\\nvillage innkeeper, whom she had previously smiled on.\\nThe old butler, who was formerly footman, and a re-\\njected admirer of hers, used to tell the anecdote now and\\nthen, at those little cabals which will occasionally take\\nplace among the most orderly servants, arising from the\\ncommon propensity of the governed to talk against ad-\\nministration but he has left it off, of late years, since he\\nhas risen into place, and shakes his head rebukingly\\nwhen it is mentioned.\\nIt is certain that the old lady will, to this day, dwell\\nupon the looks of the Squire when he was a young man\\nat college and she maintains that none of his sons can\\ncompare with their father when he was of their age, and\\nwas dressed out in his full suit of scarlet, with his hair\\ncraped and powdered, and his three-cornered hat.\\nShe has an orphan niece, a pretty, soft-hearted bag-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "32 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\ngage, named Phoebe Wilkins, who has been transplanted\\nto the Hall Avithin a year or two, and been nearly spoiled\\nfor any condition of life. She is a kind of attendant and\\ncompanion of the fair Julia s and from loitering about\\nthe young lady s apartments, reading scraps of novels,\\nand inheriting second-hand finery, has become something\\nbetween a waiting-maid and a slipshod fine lady.\\nShe is considered a kind of heiress among the servants,\\nas she will inherit all her aunt s property which, if re-\\nport be true, must be a round sum of good golden\\nguineas, the accumulated wealth of two housekeepers\\nsavings not to mention the hereditary wardrobe, and the\\nmany little valuables and knick-knacks treasured up in\\nthe housekeeper s room. Indeed, the old housekeeper\\nhas the reputation among the servants and the villagers\\nof being passing rich and there is a japanned chest of\\ndrawers and a large iron-bound coffer in her room, which\\nare supposed, by the housemaids, to hold treasures of\\nwealth.\\nThe old lady is a great friend of Master Simon, who,\\nindeed, pays a little court to her, as to a person high in\\nauthority and they have many discussions on points of\\nfamily history, in which, notwithstanding his extensive\\ninformation and pride of knowledge, he commonly admits\\nher superior accuracy. He seldom returns to the Hall,\\nafter one of his visits to the other branches of the family,\\nwithout bringing Mrs. Wilkins some remembrance from\\nthe ladies of the house where he has been staying.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "FAMILY SERVANTS. 33\\nIndeed, all the children of the house look up to the old\\nlady with habitual respect and attachment, and she seems\\nalmost to consider them as her own, from their having\\ngrown up under her eye. The Oxonian, however, is her\\nfavorite, probably from being the youngest, though he is\\nthe most mischievous, and has been apt to play tricks\\nupon her from boyhood.\\nI cannot help mentioning one little ceremony, which, I\\nbelieve, is peculiar to the Hall. After the cloth is re-\\nmoved at dinner, the old housekeeper sails into the room,\\nand stands behind the Squire s chair, when he fills her a\\nglass of wine with his own hands, in which she drinks the\\nhealth of the company in a truly respectful yet dignified\\nmanner, and then retires. The Squire received the cus-\\ntom from his father, and has always continued it.\\nThere is a peculiar character about the servants of old\\nEnglish families, that reside principally in the country.\\nThey have a quiet, orderly, respectful mode of doing\\ntheir duties. They are always neat in their persons, and\\nappropriately, and, if I may use the phrase, technically\\ndressed they move about the house without hurry or\\nnoise there is nothing of the bustle of employment, or\\nthe voice of command nothing of that obtrusive house-\\nwifery which amounts to a torment. You are not perse-\\ncuted by the process of making you comfortable; yet\\neverything is done, and is done well. The work of the\\nhouse is performed as if by magic, but it is the magic of\\nsystem. Nothing is done by fits and starts, nor at awk-\\n3", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nward seasons tlie whole goes on like well-oiled clock-\\nwork, where there is no noise nor jarring in its opera-\\ntions.\\nEnglish servants, in general, are not treated with great\\nindulgence, nor rewarded by many commendations for\\nthe English are laconic and reserved towards their do-\\nmestics but an approving nod and a kind word from mas-\\nter or mistress goes as far here as an excess of praise or\\nindulgence elsewhere. Neither do servants often exhibit\\nany animated marks of affection to their employers yet,\\nthough quiet, they are strong in their attachments and\\nthe reciprocal regard of masters and servants, though not\\nardently expressed, is powerful and lasting in old Eng-\\nlish families.\\nThe title of an old family servant carries with it a\\nthousand kind associations, in all parts of the world and\\nthere is no claim upon the home-bred charities of the\\nheart more irresistible than that of having been born in\\nthe house. It is common to see gray-headed domestics\\nof this kind attached to an English family of the old\\nschool, who continue in it to the day of their death, in\\nthe enjoyment of steady, unaffected kindness, and the\\nperformance of faithful, unofficious duty. I think such\\ninstances of attachment speak well for both master and\\nservant, and the frequency of them speaks well for na-\\ntional character.\\nThese observations, however, hold good only with\\nfamilies of the description I have mentioned, and with", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "FAMILY SERVANTS. 35\\nsuch as are somewhat retired, and pass the greater part\\nof their time in the country. As to the powdered meni-\\nals that throng the halls of fashionable town residences,\\nthey equally reflect the character of the establishments\\nto which they belong and I know no more complete epi-\\ntome of dissolute heartlessness, and pampered inutility.\\nBut the good old family servant, the one who has\\nalways been linked, in idea, with the home of our heart\\nwho has led us to school in the days of prattling child-\\nhood who has been the confidant of our boyish cares,\\nand schemes, and enterprises who has hailed us as we\\ncame home at vacations, and been the promoter of all our\\nholiday sports; who, when we, in wandering manhood,\\nhave left the paternal roof, and only return thither at in-\\ntervals, will welcome us with a joy inferior only to that\\nof our parents who, now grown gray and infirm with age,\\nstill totters about the house of our fathers, in fond and\\nfaithful servitude who claims us, in a manner, as his\\nown and hastens with querulous eagerness to anticipate\\nhis fellow-domestics in waiting upon us at table and\\nwho, when we retire at night to the chamber that still\\ngoes by our name, will linger about the room to have one\\nmore kind look, and one more pleasant word about times\\nthat are past, who does not experience towards such a\\nbeing a feeling of almost filial affection\\nI have met with several instances of epitaphs on the\\ngrave-stones of such valuable domestics, recorded with\\nthe simple truth of natural feeling. I have two before", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "36 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nme at this moment one copied from a tombstone of a\\ndmrch in Warwickshire\\nHere lieth the body of Joseph Batte, confidential ser-\\nvant to George Birch, Esq., of Hamstead Hall. His\\ngrateful friend and master caused this inscription to be\\nwritten in memory of his discretion, fidelity, diligence,\\nand continence. He died (a bachelor) aged 84, having\\nlived 44 years in the same family.\\nThe other was taken from a tombstone in Eltham\\nchurch-yard\\nHere lie the remains of Mr. James Tappy, who de-\\nparted this life on the 8th of September, 1818, aged 84,\\nafter a faithful service of 60 years in one family by each\\nindividual of which he lived respected, and died lamented\\nby the sole survivor.\\nFew monuments, even of the illustrious, have given me\\nthe glow about the heart that I felt while copying this\\nhonest epitaph in the church-yard of Eltham. I sym-\\npathized with this sole survivor of a family mourning\\nover the grave of the faithful follower of his race, who\\nhad been, no doubt, a living memento of times and\\nfriends that had passed away; and in considering this\\nrecord of long and devoted service, I call to mind the\\ntouching speech of Old Adam, in As You Like It,\\nwhen tottering after the youthful son of his ancient\\nmaster\\nMaster, go on, and I will follow thee\\nTo the last gasp, with love and loyalty.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "FAMILY SERVANTS. 37\\nNote. I cannot but mention a tablet which I have seen somewhere\\nin the chapel of Windsor Castle, put up by the late king to the memory\\nof a family servant, who had been a faithful attendant of his lamented\\ndaughter, the Princess Amelia, George III. possessed much of the\\nstrong, domestic feeling of the old English country gentleman and it is\\nan incident curious in monumental history, and creditable to the human\\nheart, a monarch erecting a monument in honor of the humble virtues of\\na menial.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW.\\nShe was so charitable and pitious\\nShe would weep if that she saw a mous\\nCaught in a trap, if it were dead or bled\\nOf small hounds had she, that she fed\\nWith rest flesh, milke, and wastel bread.\\nBut sore wept she if any of them were dead,\\nOr if man smote them with a yard smart.\\nChaucer.\\nOTWITHSTANDING the whimsical parade\\nmade by Lady Lillycraft on her arrival, she\\nhas none of the petty stateliness that I had\\nimagined but, on the contrary, a degree of nature, and\\nsimple-heartedness, if I may use the phrase, that mingles\\nwell with her old-fashioned manners and harmless osten-\\ntation. She dresses in rich silks, with long waist she\\nrouges considerably, and her hair, which is nearly white,\\nis frizzed out, and put up with pins. Her face is pitted\\nwith the small-pox, but the delicacy of her features\\nshows that she may once have been beautiful and she\\nhas a very fair and well-shaped hand and arm, of which,\\nif I mistake not, the good lady is still a little vain.\\nI have had the curiosity to gather a few particulars\\nconcerning her. She was a great belle in town between\\n38", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW. 39\\nthirty and forty years since, and reigned for two seasons\\nwitli all the insolence of beauty, refusing several excel-\\nlent offers when, unfortunately, she was robbed of her\\ncharms and her lovers by an attack of the small-pox. She\\nretired immediately into the country, where she some\\ntime after inherited an estate, and married a baronet, a\\nformer admirer, whose passion had suddenly revived;\\nhaving, as he said, always loved her mind rather\\nthan her person.\\nThe baronet did not enjoy her mind and fortune above\\nsix months, and had scarcely grown very tired of her,\\nwhen he broke his neck in a fox-chase, and left her free,\\nrich, and disconsolate. She has remained on her estate\\nin the country ever since, and has never shown any de-\\nsire to return to town, and revisit the scene of her early\\ntriumphs and fatal malady. All her favorite recollec-\\ntions, however, revert to that short period of her youth-\\nful beauty. She has no idea of town but as it was at that\\ntime and continually forgets that the place and people\\nmust have changed materially in the course of nearly\\nhalf a century. She will often speak of the toasts of\\nthose days as if still reigning and, until very recently,\\nused to talk with delight of the royal family, and the\\nbeauty of the young princes and princesses. She cannot\\nbe brought to think of the present king otherwise than\\nas an elegant young man, rather wild, but who danced a\\nminuet divinely and before he came to the crown, would\\noften mention him as the sweet young prince.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "40 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nShe talks also of the walks in Kensington Garden,\\nwhere the gentlemen appeared in gold-laced coats and\\ncocked hats, and the ladies in hoops, and swept so\\nproudly along the grassy avenues and she thinks the\\nladies let themselves sadly down in their dignity, when\\nthey gave up cushioned head-dresses, and high-heeled\\nshoes. She has much to say too of the officers who were\\nin the train of her admirers and speaks familiarly of\\nmany wild young blades, who are now, perhaps, hobbling\\nabout watering-places with crutches and gouty shoes.\\nWhether the taste the good lady had of matrimony\\ndiscouraged her or not I cannot say but though her\\nmerits and her riches have attracted many suitors, she\\nhas never been tempted to venture again into the happy\\nstate. This is singular, too, for she seems of a most soft\\nand susceptible heart is always talking of love and con-\\nnubial felicity, and is a great stickler for old-fashioned\\ngallantry, devoted attentions, and eternal constancy, on\\nthe part of the gentlemen. She lives, however, after her\\nown taste. Her house, I am told, must have been built\\nand furnished about the time of Sir Charles Grandison\\neverything about it is somewhat formal and stately but\\nhas been softened down into a degree of voluptuousness,\\ncharacteristic of an old lady, very tender-hearted and\\nromantic, and who loves her ease. The cushions of the\\ngreat arm-chairs, and wide sofas, almost bury you when\\nyou sit down on them. Flowers of the most rare and\\ndelicate kind are placed about the rooms and on little", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "TEE WIDOW. 41\\njapanned stands and sweet bags lie about the tables and\\nmantelpieces. Tlie house is full of pet dogs, Angola cats,\\nand singing-birds, who are as carefully waited upon as\\nshe is herself.\\nShe is dainty in her living, and a little of an epicure,\\nliving on white meats, and little ladylike dishes, though\\nher servants have substantial old English fare, as their\\nlooks bear witness. Indeed they are so indulged that\\nthey are all spoiled and when they lose their present\\nplace, they will be fit for no other. Her ladyship is one\\nof those easy-tempered beings, that are always doomed\\nto be much liked, but ill served by their domestics, and\\ncheated by all the world.\\nMuch of her time is passed in reading novels, of which\\nshe has a most extensive library, and a constant supply\\nfrom the publishers in town. Her erudition in this line\\nof literature is immense she has kept pace with the press\\nfor half a century. Her mind is stuffed with love-tales\\nof all kinds, from the stately amours of the old books of\\nchivalry, down to the last blue-covered romance, reeking\\nfrom the press though she evidently gives the prefer-\\nence to those that came out in the days of her youth, and\\nwhen she was first in love. She maintains that there are\\nno novels written nowadays equal to Pamela and Sir\\nCharles Grandison and she places the Castle of Otranto\\nat the head of all romances.\\nShe does a vast deal of good in her neighborhood, and\\nis imposed upon by every beggar in the county. She is", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "42 BBAGEBRIDOE HALL.\\ntlie benefactress of a village adjoining her estate, and\\ntakes an especial interest in all its love-affairs. Slie\\nknows of every courtship that is going on every love-\\nlorn damsel is sure to find a patient listener and a sage\\nadviser in her ladyship. She takes great pains to rec-\\noncile all love-quarrels and should any faithless swain\\npersist in his inconstancy, he is sure to draw on him-\\nself the good lady s violent indignation.\\nI have learned these particulars partly from Frank\\nBracebridge, and partly from Master Simon. I am now\\nable to account for the assiduous attention of the latter\\nto her ladyship. Her house is one of his favorite re-\\nsorts, where he is a very important personage. He\\nmakes her a visit of business once a year, when he looks\\ninto all her affairs which, as she is no manager, are apt\\nto get into confusion. He examines the books of the\\noverseer, and shoots about the estate, which, he says,\\nis well stocked with game, notwithstanding that it is\\npoached by all the vagabonds in the neighborhood.\\nIt is thought, as I before hinted, that the captain will\\ninherit the greater part of her property, having always\\nbeen her chief favorite for, in fact, she is partial to a red\\ncoat. She has now come to the Hall to be present at his\\nnuptials, having a great disposition to interest herself in\\nall matters of love and matrimony.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE LOVEKS.\\nKise up, my love, my fair one, and come away for lo the winter is past, the\\nrain is over and gone the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the sing-\\ning of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land. Song of\\nSolomon.\\nO a man who is little of a philosopher, and a\\nbachelor to boot and who, by dint of some ex-\\nperience in the follies of life, begins to look\\nwith a learned eye upon the ways of man, and eke of wo-\\nman to such a man, I say, there is something very\\nentertaining in noticing the conduct of a pair of young\\nlovers. It may not be as grave and scientific a study as\\nthe loves of the plants, but it is certainly as interesting.\\nI have therefore derived much pleasure, since my ar-\\nrival at the Hall, from observing the fair Julia and her\\nlover. She has all the delightful, blushing consciousness\\nof an artless girl, inexperienced in coquetry, who has\\nmade her first conquest while the captain regards her\\nwith that mixture of fondness and exultation with which\\na youthful lover is apt to contemplate so beauteous a\\nprize.\\nI observed them yesterday in the garden, advancing\\nalong one of the retired walks. The sun was shining\\n43", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "44 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0witli delicious warmtli, making great masses of bright\\nverdure, and deep blue shade. The cuckoo, that har-\\nbinger of spring, was faintly heard from a distance the\\nthrush piped from the hawthorn and the yellow butter-\\nflies sported, and toyed, and coquetted in the air.\\nThe fair Julia was leaning on her lover s arm, listening\\nto his conversation, with her eyes cast down, a soft blush\\non her cheek, and a quiet smile on her lips, while in the\\nhand that hung negligently by her side was a bunch of\\nflowers. In this way they were sauntering slowly along\\nand when I considered them, and the scene in which they\\nwere moving, I could not but think it a thousand pities\\nthat the season should ever change, or that young people\\nshould ever grow older, or that blossoms should give way\\nto fruit, or that lovers should ever get married.\\nFrom what I have gathered of family anecdote, I un-\\nderstand that the fair Julia is the daughter of a favorite\\ncollege friend of the Squire who, after leaving Oxford,\\nhad entered the army, and served for many years in In-\\ndia, where he was mortally wounded in a skirmish with\\nthe natives. In his last moments he had, with a faltering\\npen, recommended his wife and daughter to the kindness\\nof his early friend.\\nThe widow and her child returned to England helpless\\nand almost hopeless. When Mr. Bracebridge received\\naccounts of their situation, he hastened to their relief.\\nHe reached them just in time to soothe the last moments\\nof the mother, who was dying of a consumption, and to", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "^S VMy ZLmiAh.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE L0VEB8. 45\\nmake her tappy in tlie assurance that her child should\\nnever want a protector.\\nThe good Squire returned with his prattling charge to\\nhis stronghold, where he has brought her up with a ten-\\nderness truly paternal. As he has taken some pains to\\nsuperintend her education, and form her taste, she has\\ngrown up with many of his notions, and considers him\\nthe wisest as well as the best of men. Much of her\\ntime, too, has been passed with Lady Lilly craft, who has\\ninstructed her in the manners of the old school, and en-\\nriched her mind with all kinds of novels and romances.\\nIndeed, her ladyship has had a great hand in promoting\\nthe match between Julia and the captain, having had\\nthem together at her country seat the moment she found\\nthere was an attachment growing up between them the\\ngood lady being never so happy as when she has a pair\\nof turtles cooing about her.\\nI have been pleased to see the fondness with which the\\nfair Julia is regarded by the old servants at the Hall.\\nShe has been a pet with them from childhood, and every\\none seems to lay some claim to her education so that it\\nis no wonder she should be extremely accomplished.\\nThe gardener taught her to rear flowers, of which she is\\nextremely fond. Old Christy, the pragmatical huntsman,\\nsoftens when she approaches and as she sits lightly and\\ngracefully in her saddle, claims the merit of having\\ntaught her to ride while the housekeeper, who almost\\nlooks upon her as a daughter, intimates that she first", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "46 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ngave her an insiglit into tlie mysteries of the toilet, hav-\\ning been dressing-maid in her young days to the late\\nMrs. Bracebridge. I am inclined to credit this last\\nclaim, as I have noticed that the dress of the young lady\\nhad an air of the old school, though managed with native\\ntaste, and that her hair was put up very much in the\\nstyle of Sir Peter Lely s portraits in the picture gallery.\\nHer very musical attainments partake of this old-\\nfashioned character, and most of her songs are such as\\nare not at the present day to be found on the piano of a\\nmodern performer. I have, however, seen so much of\\nmodern fashions, modern accomplishments, and modern\\nfine ladies, that I relish this tinge of antiquated style in\\nso young and lovely a girl; and I have had as much\\npleasure in hearing her warble one of the old songs of\\nHerrick, or Carew, or Suckling, adapted to some simple\\nold melody, as from listening to a lady amateur sky-lark\\nit up and down through the finest bravura of Eossini or\\nMozart.\\nWe have very pretty music in the evenings, occasion-\\nally, between her and the captain, assisted sometimes by\\nMaster Simon, who scrapes, dubiously, on his violin; be-\\ning very apt to get out and to halt a note or two in the\\nrear. Sometimes he even thrums a little on the piano,\\nand takes a part in a trio, in which his voice can gener-\\nally be distinguished by a certain quavering tone, and\\nan occasional false note.\\nI was praising the fair Julia s performance to him", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE LOVERS. 47\\nafter one of her songs, wlien I found lie took to himself\\nthe whole credit of having formed her musical taste, as-\\nsuring me that she was very apt and, indeed, summing\\nup her whole character in his knowing way, by adding,\\nthat she was a very nice girl, and had no nonsense\\nabout her.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "FAMILY EELICS.\\nMy Infelice s face, her brow, her eye.\\nThe dimple on her cheek and such sweet skill\\nHath from the cunning workman s pencil flown.\\nThose lips look fresh and lively as her own.\\nFalse colors last after the true be dead.\\nOf all the roses grafted on her cheeks,\\nOf all the graces dancing in her eyes,\\nOf all the music set upon her tongue,\\nOf all that was past woman s excellence\\nIn her white bosom look, a painted board\\nCircumscribes all Dekker.\\nN old English family mansion is a fertile sub-\\nject for study. It abounds witli illustrations\\nof former times, and traces of tlie tastes, and\\nhumors, and manners, of successive generations. The\\nalterations and additions, in different styles of archi-\\ntecture the furniture, plate, pictures, hangings the war-\\nlike and sporting implements of different ages and fan-\\ncies all furnish food for curious and amusing specula-\\ntion. As the Squire is very careful in collecting and pre-\\nserving all family relics, the Hall is full of remembrances\\nof the kind. In looking about the establishment, I can\\npicture to myself the characters and habits that have\\n48", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "FAMILY BELIG8. 49\\nprevailed at different eras of the family history. I have\\nmentioned on a former occasion the armor of the cru-\\nsaders which hangs up in the Hall. There are also\\nseveral jackboots, with enormously thick soles and high\\nheels, which belonged to a set of cavaliers, who filled the\\nHall with the din and stir of arms during the time of the\\nCovenanters. A number of enormous drinking -vessels\\nof antique fashion, with huge Venice glasses, and green\\nhock-glasses, with the Apostles in relief on them, remain\\nas monuments of a generation or two of hard livers, who\\nled a life of roaring revelry, and first introduced the gout\\ninto the family.\\nI shall pass over several more such indications of tem-\\nporary tastes of the Squire s predecessors but I cannot\\nforbear to notice a pair of antlers in the great hall, which\\nis one of the trophies of a hard-riding squire of former\\ntimes, who was the Nimrod of these parts. There are\\nmany traditions of his wonderful feats in hunting still\\nexisting, which are related by old Christy, the huntsman,\\nwho gets exceedingly nettled if they are in the least\\ndoubted. Indeed, there is a frightful chasm, a few miles\\nfrom the Hall, which goes by the name of the Squire s\\nLeap, from his having cleared it in the ardor of the\\nchase there can be no doubt of the fact, for old Christy\\nshows the very dints of the horse s hoofs on the rocks on\\neach side of the chasm.\\nMaster Simon holds the memory of this Squire in\\ngreat veneration, and has a number of extraordinary\\n4", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "60 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nstories to tell concerning him, which he repeats at all\\nhunting-dinners and I am told that they wax more and\\nmore marvellous the older they grow. He has also a\\npair of Rippon spurs which belonged to this mighty\\nhunter of yore, and which he only wears on particular\\noccasions.\\nThe place, however, which abounds most with memen-\\ntos of past times, is the picture gallery; and there is\\nsomething strangely pleasing, though melancholy, in\\nconsidering the long rows of portraits which compose\\nthe greater part of the collection. They furnish a kind\\nof narrative of the lives of the family worthies which I\\nam enabled to read with the assistance of the venerable\\nhousekeeper, who is the family chronicler, prompted\\noccasionally by Master Simon. There is the progress of\\na fine lady, for instance, through a variety of portraits.\\nOne represents her as a little girl, with a long waist and\\nhoop, holding a kitten in her arms, and ogling the spec-\\ntator out of the corners of her eyes, as if she could not\\ntui n her head. In another we find her in the freshness\\nof youthful beauty, when she was a celebrated belle, and\\nso hard-hearted as to cause several unfortunate gentle-\\nmen to run desperate and write bad poetry. In another\\nshe is depicted as a stately dame, in the maturity of her\\ncharms next to the portrait of her husband, a gallant\\ncolonel in full-bottomed wig and gold-laced hat, who was\\nkilled abroad and, finally, her monument is in the\\nchurch, the spire of which may be seen from the window,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "FAMILY RELICS. 5I\\nwhere lier effigy is carved in marble, and represents her\\nas a venerable dame of seventy-sis.\\nIn like manner I have followed some of the family\\ngreat men through a series of pictures, from early boy-\\nhood to the robe of dignity, or truncheon of command,\\nand so on by degrees, until they were garnered up in the\\ncommon repository, the neighboring church.\\nThere is one group that particularly interested me.\\nIt consisted of four sisters of nearly the same age, who\\nflourished about a century since, and, if I may judge from\\ntheir portraits, were extremely beautiful. I can imagine\\nwhat a scene of gayety and romance this old mansion\\nmust have been, when they were in the heyday of their\\ncharms when they passed like beautiful visions through\\nits halls, or stepped daintily to music in the revels and\\ndances of the cedar gallery; or printed, with delicate\\nfeet, the velvet verdure of these lawns. How must they\\nhave been looked up to with mingled love, and pride, and\\nreverence, by the old family servants and followed with\\nalmost painful admiration by the aching eyes of rival\\nadmirers How must melody, and song, and tender ser-\\nenade, have breathed about these courts, and their echoes\\nwhispered to the loitering tread of lovers How must\\nthese very turrets have made the hearts of the young\\ngalliards thrill as they first discerned them from afar,\\nrising from among the trees, and pictured to themselves\\nthe beauties casketed like gems within these walls In-\\ndeed, I have discovered about the place several faint", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "52 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nrecords of this reign of love and romance, when the Hall\\nwas a kind of Court of Beauty.\\nSeveral of the old romances in the library have mar-\\nginal notes expressing sympathy and approbation, where\\nthere are long speeches extolling ladies charms, or pro-\\ntesting eternal fidelity, or bewailing the cruelty of some\\ntyrannical fair one. The interviews, and declarations,\\nand parting scenes of tender lovers, also bear evidence of\\nhaving been frequently read, and are scored and marked\\nwith notes of admiration, and have initials written on the\\nmargin most of which annotations have the day of the\\nmonth and year annexed to them. Several of the win-\\ndows, too, have scraps of poetry engraved on them with\\ndiamonds, taken from the writings of the fair Mrs. Phil-\\nips, the once celebrated Orinda. Some of these seem to\\nhave been inscribed by lovers and others, in a delicate\\nand unsteady hand, and a little inaccurate in the spelling,\\nhave evidently been written by the young ladies them-\\nselves, or by female friends, who have been on visits to\\nthe Hall. Mrs. Philips seems to have been their favorite\\nauthor, and they have distributed the names of her he-\\nroes and heroines among their circle of intimacy. Some-\\ntimes, in a male hand, the verse bewails the cruelty of\\nbeauty, and the sufferings of constant love while in a\\nfemale hand it prudishly confines itself to lamenting the\\nparting of female friends. The bow-window of my bed-\\nroom, which has, doubtless, been inhabited by one of\\nthese beauties, has several of these inscriptions. I have", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "FAMILY RELICS. 53\\none at this moment before my eyes, called Camilla part-\\ning with Leonora\\nHow perished is the joy that s past,\\nThe present how unsteady\\nWhat comfort can be great and last,\\nWhen this is gone already\\nAnd close by it is another, written, perhaps, by some ad-\\nventurous lover, who had stolen into the lady s chamber\\nduring her absence.\\nTHEODOSIUS to CAMILLA.\\nI d rather in your favor live\\nThan in a lasting name\\nAnd much a greater rate would give\\nFor happiness than fame.\\nTheodosius, 1700.\\nWhen I look at these faint records of gallantry and\\ntenderness when I contemplate the fading portraits of\\nthese beautiful girls, and think too that they have long\\nsince bloomed, reigned, grown old, died, and passed\\naway, and with them all their graces, their triumphs,\\ntheir rivalries, their admirers the whole empire of love\\nand pleasure in which they ruled all dead, all buried,\\nall forgotten, I find a cloud of melancholy stealing over\\nthe present gayeties around me. I was gazing, in a mus-\\ning mood, this very morning, at the portrait of the lady\\nwhose husband was killed abroad, when the fair Julia en-\\ntered the gallery, leaning on the arm of the caj)tain. The", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "54 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nsun slione tlirongh the row of windows on her as she\\npassed along, and she seemed to beam out each time into\\nbrightness, and relapse into shade, until the door at the\\nbottom of the gallery closed after her. I felt a sadness\\nof heart at the idea, that this was an emblem of her lot\\na few more years of sunshine and shade, and all this life,\\nand loveliness, and enjoyment will have ceased, and noth-\\ning be left to commemorate this beautiful being but one\\nmore perishable portrait to awaken, perhaps, the trite\\nspeculations of some future loiterer, like myself, when I\\nand my scribblings shall have lived through our brief ex-\\nistence, and been forgotten.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "AN OLD SOLDIEE.\\nI ve worn some leather out abroad let out a heathen soul or two fed this\\ngood sword with the black blood of pagan Christians converted a few infi-\\ndels with it.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 But let that pass.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Okdinart.\\nHE Hall was thrown into some little agitation,\\na few days since, by the arrival of General\\nHarbottle. He had been expected for several\\ndays, and looked for, rather impatiently, by several of the\\nfamily. Master Simon assured me that I would like the\\ngeneral hugely, for he was a blade of the old school, and\\nan excellent table-companion. Lady Lillycraft, also, ap-\\npeared to be somewhat fluttered on the morning of the\\ngeneral s arrival, for he had been one of her early ad-\\nmirers and she recollected him only as a dashing young\\nensign, just come upon the town. She actually spent an\\nhour longer at her toilette, and made her appearance\\nwith her hair uncommonly frizzed and powdered, and an\\nadditional quantity of rouge. She was evidently a little\\nsurprised and shocked, therefore, at finding the lithe\\ndashing ensign transformed into a corpulent old general,\\nwith a double chin though it was a perfect picture to\\nwitness their salutations, the graciousness of her pro-\\nfound courtesy, and the air of the old school with which\\n55", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "56 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nthe general took off liis hat, swayed it gently in his hand,\\nand bowed his powdered head.\\nAll this bustle and anticipation has caused me to study\\nthe general with a little more attention than, perhaps, I\\nshould otherwise have done and the few days that he\\nhas already passed at the Hall have enabled me, I think,\\nto furnish a tolerable likeness of him to the reader.\\nHe is, as Master Simon observed, a soldier of the old\\nschool, with powdered head, side-locks, and pigtail. His\\nface is shaped like the stern of a Dutch man-of-war, nar-\\nrow at top, and wide at bottom, with full rosy cheeks\\nand a double chin so that, to use the cant of the day,\\nhis organs of eating may be said to be powerfully de-\\nveloped.\\nThe general, though a veteran, has seen very little ac-\\ntive service, except the taking of Seringapatam, which\\nforms an era in his history. He wears a large emerald\\nin his bosom, and a diamond on his finger, which he got\\non that occasion, and whoever is unlucky enough to no-\\ntice either, is sure to involve himself in the whole his-\\ntory of the siege. To judge from the general s conversa-\\ntion, the taking of Seringapatam is the most important\\naffair that has occurred for the last century.\\nOn the approach of warlike times on the Continent, he\\nwas rapidly promoted to get him out of the way of\\nyounger officers of merit until, having been hoisted to\\nthe rank of general, he was quietly laid on the shelf.\\nSince that time his campaigns have been principally con-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "AN OLD SOLDIER. 57\\nfined to watering-places where lie drinks the waters for\\na slight touch of the liver which he got in India, and\\nplays whist with old dowagers, with whom he has flirted\\nin his younger days. Indeed, he talks of all the fine\\nwomen of the last half century, and, according to hints\\nwhich he now and then drops, has enjoyed the particular\\nsmiles of many of them.\\nHe has seen considerable garrison duty, and can speak\\nof almost every place famous for good quarters, and\\nwhere the inhabitants give good dinners. He is a diner-\\nout of first-rate currency, when in town; being invited to\\none place because he has been seen at another. In the\\nsame way he is invited about the country-seats, and can\\ndescribe half the seats in the kingdom, from actual ob-\\nservation; nor is any one better versed in court gossip,\\nand the pedigrees and intermarriages of the nobility.\\nAs the general is an old bachelor, and an old beau,\\nand there are several ladies at the Hall, especially his\\nquondam flame Lady LiUycraft, he is put rather upon\\nhis gallantry. He commonly passes some time, therefore,\\nat his toilette, and takes the field at a late hour every\\nmorning, with his hair dressed out and powdered, and a\\nrose in his button-hole. After he has breakfasted, he\\nwalks up and down the terrace in the sunshine, humming\\nan air, and hemming between every stave, carrying one\\nhand behind his back, and with the other touching his\\ncane to the ground, and then raising it up to his shoul-\\nder. Should he, in these morning promenades, meet any", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "58 BRAGEBBIDQE HALL.\\nof the elder ladies of the family, as he frequently does\\nLady Lillycraft, his hat is immediately in his hand, and\\nit is enough to remind one of those courtly groups of la-\\ndies and gentlemen, in old prints of Windsor Terrace, or\\nKensington Garden.\\nHe talks frequently about the service, and is fond of\\nhumming the old song,\\nWhy, soldiers, why,\\nShould we be melancholy, boys\\nWhy, soldiers, why,\\nWhose business tis to die\\nI cannot discover, however, that the general has ever run\\nany great risk of dying, excepting from an apoplexy or\\nan indigestion. He criticises all the battles on the Conti-\\nnent, and discusses the merits of the commanders, but\\nnever fails to bring the conversation, ultimately, to Tip-\\npoo Saib and Seringapatam. I am told that the gen-\\neral was a perfect champion at drawing-rooms, parades,\\nand watering-places, during the late war, and was looked\\nto with hope and confidence by many an old lady, when\\nlaboring under the terror of Bonaparte s invasion.\\nHe is thoroughly loyal, and attends punctually on\\nlevees when in town. He has treasured up many remark-\\nable sayings of the late king, particularly one which the\\nking made to him on a field-day, complimenting him on\\nthe excellence of his horse. He extols the whole royal\\nfamily, but especially the present king, whom he pro-\\nnounces the most perfect gentleman and best whist-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "AJS OLD SOLDIER. 59\\nplayer in Europe. The general swears rather more than\\nis the fashion at the present day but it was the mode in\\nthe old school. He is, however, very strict in religious\\nmatters, and a stanch churchman. He repeats the re-\\nsponses very loudly in church, and is emphatical in pray-\\ning for the king and royal family.\\nAt table his royalty waxes very fervent with his sec-\\nond bottle, and the song of God save the King puts\\nhim into a perfect ecstasy. He is amazingly well con-\\ntented with the present state of things, and apt to get a\\nlittle impatient at any talk about national ruin and agri-\\ncultural distress. He says he has travelled about the\\ncountry as much as any man, and has met with nothing\\nbut prosperity and to confess the truth, a great part of\\nhis time is spent in visiting from one country-seat to an-\\nother, and riding about the parks of his friends. They\\ntalk of public distress, said the general this day to me,\\nat dinner, as he smacked a glass of rich burgundy, and\\ncast his eyes about the ample board they talk of pub-\\nlic distress, but where do we find it, sir I see none. I\\nsee no reason any one has to complain. Take my word\\nfor it, sir, this talk about public distress is all humbug!", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW S EETINUE.\\nLittle dogs and all\\nLear.\\nN giving an account of the arrival of Lady Lilly-\\ncraft at the Hall, I ouglit to have mentioned\\nthe entertainment which I derived from wit-\\nnessing the unpacking of her carriage, and the disposing\\nof her retinue. There is something extremely amusing\\nto me in the number of factitious wants, the loads of im-\\naginary conveniences, but real incumbrances, with which\\nthe luxurious are apt to burden themselves. I like to\\nwatch the whimsical stir and display about one of these\\npetty progresses. The number of robustious footmen and\\nretainers of all kinds bustling about, with looks of infi-\\nnite gravity and importance, to do almost nothing. [The\\nnumber of heavy trunks, and parcels, and bandboxes be-\\nlonging to my lady and the solicitude exhibited about\\nsome humble, odd-looking box, by my lady s maid the\\ncushions piled in the carriage to make a soft seat still\\nsofter, and to prevent the dreaded possibility of a jolt the\\nsmelling-bottles, the cordials, the baskets of biscuit and\\nfruit the new publications all provided to guard against\\n60", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW S BETINUE. g^\\nhunger, fatigue, or ennui; the led horses to vary the\\nmode of travelling, and all this preparation and parade to\\nmove, perhaps, some very good-for-nothing personage\\nabout a little space of earth\\nI do not mean to apply the latter part of these obser-\\nvations to Lady Lillycraft, for whose simple kind-heart-\\nedness I have a very great respect, and who is really a\\nmost amiable and worthy being. I cannot refrain, how-\\never, from mentioning some of the motley retinue she\\nhas brought with her and which, indeed, bespeak the\\noverflowing kindness of her nature, which requires her\\nto be surrounded with objects on which to lavish it.\\nA In the first place, her ladyship has a pampered coach-\\nman, with a red face, and cheeks that hang down like\\ndew-laps. He evidently domineers over her a little with\\nrespect to the fat horses; and only drives out when he\\nthinks proper, and when he thinks it will be good for\\nthe cattle.\\nShe has a favorite page to attend upon her person a\\nhandsome boy of about twelve years of age, but a mis-\\nchievous varlet, very much spoiled, and in a fair way to\\nbe good for nothing. He is dressed in green, with a pro-\\nfusion of gold cord and gilt buttons about his clothes.\\nShe always has one or two attendants of the kind, who\\nare replaced by others as soon as they grow to fourteen\\nyears of age. She has brought two dogs with her, also,\\nout of a number of pets which she maintains at home.\\nOne is a fat spaniel called Zephyr\u00e2\u0080\u0094 though heaven de-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "62 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nfend me from sucli a zephyr He is fed out of all shape\\nand comfort; his eyes are nearly strained out of his\\nhead he wheezes with corpulency, and cannot walk\\nwithout great difficulty. The other is a little, old, gray\\nmuzzled curmudgeon, with an unhappy eye, that kindles\\nlike a coal if you only look at him his nose turns up\\nhis mouth is drawn into wrinkles, so as to show his\\nteeth in short, he has altogether the look of a dog far\\ngone in misanthropy, and totally sick of the world.\\nWhen he walks, he has his tail curled up so tight that it\\nseems to lift his feet from the ground; and he seldom\\nmakes use of more than three legs at a time, keeping the\\nother drawn up as a reserve. This last wretch is called\\nBeauty.\\nThese dogs are full of elegant ailments unknown to\\nvulgar dogs and are petted and nursed by Lady Lilly-\\ncraft with the tenderest kindness. They are pampered\\nand fed with delicacies by their fellow-minion, the page\\nbut their stomachs are often weak and out of order, so\\nthat they cannot eat though I have now and then seen\\nthe page give them a mischievous pinch, or thwack over\\nthe head, when his mistress was not by. They have\\ncushions for their express use, on which they lie before\\nthe fire, and yet are apt to shiver and moan if there is\\nthe least draught of air. When any one enters the\\nroom, they make a tyrannical barking that is absolutely\\ndeafening. They are insolent to all the other dogs of\\nthe establishment. There is a noble stag-hound, a great", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW S RETINUE. 63\\nfavorite of the Squire s, who is a privileged visitor to the\\nparlor but the moment he makes his appearance, these\\nintruders fly at him with furious rage and I have ad-\\nmired the sovereign indifference and contempt with\\nwhich he seems to look down upon his puny assailants.\\nWhen her ladyship drives out, these dogs are generally\\ncarried with her to take the air when they look out of\\neach window of the carriage, and bark at all vulgar pedes-\\ntrian dogs. /T?hese dogs are a continual source of misery\\nto the household as they are always in the way, they\\nevery now and then get their toes trod on, and then\\nthere is a yelping on their part, and a loud lamentation\\non the part of their mistress, that fill the room with\\nclamor and confusion.\\nLastly, there is her ladyship s waiting-gentlewoman,\\nMrs. Hannah, a prim, pragmatical old maid one of the\\nmost intolerable and intolerant virgins that ever lived.\\nShe has kept her virtue by her until it has turned sour,\\nand now every word and look smacks of verjuice. She is\\nthe very opposite to her mistress, for one hates, and the\\nother loves, all mankind. How they first came together\\nI cannot imagine but they have lived together for many\\nyears and the abigail s temper being tart and encroach-\\ning, and her ladyship s easy and yielding, the former has\\ngot the complete upperhand, and tyrannizes over the good\\nlady in secret.\\nLady Lillycraft now and then complains of it, in great\\nconfidence, to her friends, but hushes up the subject im-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "64 BBACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nmediately, if Mrs. Hannah, makes her appearance. In-\\ndeed, she has been so accustomed to be attended by her,\\nthat she thinks she could not do without her though one\\ngreat study of her life is to keep Mrs. Hannah in good\\nhumor by little presents and kindnesses.\\nMaster Simon has a most devout abhorrence, mingled\\nwith awe, for this ancient spinster. He told me the other\\nday, in a whisper, that she was a cursed brimstone, in\\nfact, he added another epithet, whicli I would not repeat\\nfor the world. I have remarked, however, that he is al-\\nways extremely civil to her when they meet.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "EEADY-MONEY JACK.\\nMy purse, it is my privy wyfe,\\nThis song I dare both syng and say,\\nIt keepeth men from grievous stryfe\\nWhen every man for hymself shall pay\\nAs I ryde in ryche array\\nFor gold and silver men wyll me floryshe\\nBy thys matter I dare well saye,\\nEver gramercy myne owne purse.\\nBook of Hunting.\\nN the skirts of the neighboring village there\\nlives a kind of small potentate, who, for aught\\nI know, is a representative of one of the most\\nancient legitimate lines of the present day for the em-\\npire over which he reigns has belonged to his family-\\ntime out of mind. His territories comprise a consider-\\nable number of good fat acres and his seat of power is\\nin an old farm-house, where he enjoys, unmolested, the\\nstout oaken chair of his ancestors. The personage to\\nwhom I allude is a sturdy old yeoman of the name of\\nJohn Tibbets, or rather Eeady-Money Jack Tibbets,\\nas he is called throughout the neighborhood.\\nThe first place where he attracted my attention was in\\nthe church-yard on Sunday; where he sat on a tomb-\\n5 65", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "66 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nstone after tlie service, with, his hat a little on one side,\\nholding forth to a small circle of auditors and, as I pre-\\nsumed, expounding the law and the prophets until, on\\ndrawing a little nearer, I found he was only expatiating\\non the merits of a brown horse. He presented so faith-\\nful a picture of a substantial English yeoman, such as he\\nis often described in books, heightened, indeed, by some\\nlittle j nery peculiar to himself, that I could not but take\\nnote of his whole appearance.\\nHe was between fifty and sixty, of a strong, muscular\\nframe, and at least six feet high, with a physiognomy as\\ngrave as a lion s, and set off with short, curling, iron-gray\\nlocks. His shirt-collar was turned down, and displayed\\na neck covered with the same short, curling, gray hair\\nand he wore a colored silk neck-cloth, tied very loosely,\\nand tucked in at the bosom, with a green paste brooch\\non the knot. His coat was of dark-green cloth, with\\nsilver buttons, on each of which was engraved a stag,\\nwith his own name, John Tibbets, underneath. He had\\nan inner waistcoat of figured chintz, between which and\\nhis coat was another of scarlet cloth, unbuttoned. His\\nbreeches were also left unbuttoned at the knees, not from\\nany slovenliness, but to show a broad pair of scarlet\\ngarters. His stockings were blue, with white clocks he\\nwore large silver shoe-buckles a broad paste buckle in\\nhis hatband his sleeve-buttons were gold seven-shilling\\npieces and he had two or three guineas hanging as\\nornaments to his watch-chain.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "BEADY-MONET JACK. 67\\nOn making some inquiries about him, I gathered, that\\nhe was descended from a line of farmers that had always\\nlived on the same spot, and owned the same property\\nand that half of the church-yard was taken up with the\\ntombstones of his race. He has all his life been an im-\\nportant character in the place. When a youngster he\\nwas one of the most roaring blades of the neighborhood.\\nNo one could match him at wrestling, pitching the bar,\\ncudgel play, and other athletic exercises. Like the\\nrenowned Pinner of Wakefield, he was the village cham-\\npion carried off the prize at all the fairs, and threw his\\ngauntlet at the country round. Even to this day the old\\npeople talk of his prowess, and undervalue, in compari-\\nson, all heroes of the green that have succeeded him\\nnay, they say, that if Keady-Money Jack were to take\\nthe field even now, there is no one could stand before\\nhim.\\nWhen Jack s father died, the neighbors shook their\\nheads, and predicted that young hopeful would soon\\nmake way with the old homestead but Jack falsified all\\ntheir predictions. The moment he succeeded to the pa-\\nternal farm, he assumed a new character took a wife\\nattended resolutely to his affairs, and became an indus-\\ntrious, thrifty farmer. With the family property he in-\\nherited a set of old family maxims, to which he steadily\\nadhered. He saw to everything himself; put his own\\nhand to the plough worked hard ate heartily slept\\nsoundly; paid for everything in cash down; and never", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "68 BBACEBBIBGE HALL.\\ndanced except lie could do it to the music of his own\\nmoney in both pockets. He has never been without a\\nhundred or two pounds in gold by him, and never allows\\na debt to stand unpaid. This has gained him his current\\nname, of which, by the by, he is a little proud and has\\ncaused him to be looked upon as a very wealthy man by\\nall the village.\\nNotwithstanding his thrift, however, he has never de-\\nnied himself the amusements of life, but has taken a\\nshare in every passing pleasure. It is his maxim, that\\nhe that works hard can afford to play. He is, there-\\nfore, an attendant at all the country fairs and wakes, and\\nhas signalized himself by feats of strength and prowess\\non every village green in the shire. He often makes his\\nappearance at horse-races, and sports his half- guinea,\\nand even his guinea at a time keeps a good horse for\\nhis own riding, and to this day is fond of following the\\nhounds, and is generally in at the death. He keeps up\\nthe rustic revels, and hospitalities too, for which his pa-\\nternal farm-house has always been noted has plenty\\nof good cheer and dancing at harvest-home, and, above\\nall, keeps the merry night, as it is termed, at Christ-\\nmas.\\nWith all his love of amusement, however, Jack is by\\nMeery Night. A rustic merry-making in a farm-house about Christ-\\nmas, common in some parts of Yorkshire. There is abundance of home-\\nly fare, tea, cakes, fruit, and ale various feats of agility, amusing games,\\nromping, dancing, and kissing withal. They commonly break up at mid-\\nnight.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "BEADT-MONEY JACK. 69\\nno means a boisterous joyial companion. He is seldom\\nknown to laugh even in the midst of his gayety: but\\nmaintains the same grave, lion-like demeanor. He is\\nvery slow at comprehending a joke and is apt to sit puz-\\nzling at it, with a perplexed look, while the rest of the\\ncompany is in a roar. This gravity has, perhaps, grown\\non him with the growing weight of his character for he\\nis gradually rising into patriarchal dignity in his native\\nplace. Though he no longer takes an active part in ath-\\nletic sports, he always presides at them, and is appealed\\nto on all occasions as umpire. He maintains the peace\\non the village green at holiday games, and quells all\\nbrawls and quarrels by collaring the parties and shaking\\nthem heartily, if refractory. No one ever pretends to\\nraise a hand against him, or to contend against his deci-\\nsions the young men have grown up in habitual awe of\\nhis prowess, and in implicit deference to him as the\\nchampion and lord of the green.\\nHe is a regular frequenter of the village inn, the land-\\nlady having been a sweetheart of his in early life, and he\\nhaving always continued on kind terms with her. He\\nseldom, however, drinks anything but a draught of ale\\nsmokes his pipe, and pays his reckoning before leaving\\nthe tap-room. Here he gives his little senate laws\\ndecides bets, which are very generally referred to him\\ndetermines upon the characters and qualities of horses\\nand, indeed, plays now and then the part of a judge, in\\nsettling petty disputes between neighbors, which other-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "70 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nwise miglit have been nursed by country attorneys into\\ntolerable law-suits. Jack is very candid and impartial in\\nhis decisions, but he has not a head to carry a long argu-\\nment, and is very apt to get perplexed and out of patience\\nif there is much pleading. He generally breaks through\\nthe argument with a strong voice, and brings matters to\\na summary conclusion by pronouncing what he calls the\\nupshot of the business, or, in other words, the long\\nand the short of the matter.\\nJack made a journey to London a great many years\\nsince, which has furnished him with topics of conversa-\\ntion ever since. He saw the old king on the terrace at\\nWindsor, who stopped, and pointed him out to one of the\\nprincesses, being probably struck with Jack s truly yeo-\\nmanlike appearance. This is a favorite anecdote with\\nhim, and has no doubt had a great effect in making him a\\nmost loyal subject ever since, in spite of taxes and poors\\nrates. He was also at Bartholomew fair, where he had\\nhalf the buttons cut off his coat and a gang of pickpock-\\nets, attracted by his external show of gold and silver,\\nmade a regular attempt to hustle him as he was gazing at\\na show but for once they caught a tartar, for Jack en-\\nacted as great wonders among the gang as Samson did\\namong the Philistines. One of his neighbors, who had\\naccompanied him to town, and was Avith him at the fair,\\nbrought back an account of his exploits, which raised the\\npride of the whole village who considered their cham-\\npion as having subdued all London, and eclipsed the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "BEADT-MONEY JACK. 7I\\nachievements of Friar Tuck, or even the renowned Eobin\\nHood himself.\\nOf late years the old fellow has begun to take the\\nworld easily; he works less, and indulges in greater\\nleisure, his son having grown up and succeeded to him\\nboth in the labors of the farm and the exploits of the\\ngreen. Like all sons of distinguished men, however, his\\nfather s renown is a disadvantage to him, for he can\\nnever come up to public expectation. Though a fine ac-\\ntive fellow of three-and-twenty, and quite the cock of\\nthe walk, yet the old people declare he is nothing like\\nwhat Keady-Money Jack was at his time of life. The\\nyoungster himself acknowledges his inferiority, and has a\\nwonderful opinion of the old man, who indeed taught him\\nall his athletic accomplishments, and holds such a sway\\nover him, that, I am told, even to this day, he would have\\nno hesitation to take him in hands, if he rebelled against\\npaternal government.\\nThe Squire holds Jack in very high esteem, and shows\\nhim to all his visitors, as a specimen of old English\\nheart of oak. He frequently calls at his house, and\\ntastes some of his home-brewed, which is excellent. He\\nmade Jack a present of old Tusser s Hundred Points of\\ngood Husbandrie, which has furnished him with reading\\never since, and is his text-book and manual in all agricul-\\ntural and domestic concerns. He has made dog s ears at\\nthe most favorite passages, and knows many of the poeti-\\ncal maxims by heart.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "72 BBACEBBIBGE HALL.\\nTibbets, tliougli not a man to be daunted or fluttered\\nby liigli acquaintances, and tliougli lie cherishes a sturdy-\\nindependence of mind and manner, yet is evidently grati-\\nfied by the attentions of the Squire, whom he has known\\nfrom boyhood, and pronounces a true gentleman every\\ninch of him. He is, also, on excellent terms with\\nMaster Simon, who is a kind of privy counsellor to the\\nfamily but his great favorite is the Oxonian, whom he\\ntaught to wrestle and play at quarter-staff when a boy,\\nand considers the most promising young gentleman in\\nthe whole county.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": ".^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00c2\u00a3^^feS^sAi\\nt.ak(iL,a.voiA(l", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0091.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0092.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "BACHELOES.\\nThe Bachelor most joyfully\\nIn pleasant plight doth pass his dales,\\nGoodfellowship and companie\\nHe doth maintain and keep alwales.\\nEvan s Old Ballads.\\nHERE is no character in tlie comedy of human\\nlife more difficult to play well tlian that of an\\nold Bachelor. When a single gentleman, there-\\nfore, arrives at that critical period when he begins to con-\\nsider it an impertinent question to be asked his age, I\\nwould advise him to look well to his ways. This period,\\nit is true, is much later with some men than with others\\nI have witnessed more than once the meeting of two wrin-\\nkled old lads of this kind, who had not seen each other\\nfor several years, and have been amused by the amicable\\nexchange of compliments on each other s appearance that\\ntakes place on such occasions. There is always one in-\\nvariable observation: Why, bless my soul! you look\\nyounger than when last I saw you Whenever a man s\\nfriends begin to compliment him about looking young,\\nhe may be sure that they think he is growing old.\\nI am led to make these remarks by the conduct of Mas-\\n73", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0093.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "74 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nter Simon and the general, wlio have become great cro-\\nnies. As the former is the youngest by many years, he is\\nregarded as quite a youthful blade by the general, who,\\nmoreover, looks upon him as a man of great wit and pro-\\ndigious acquirements. I have already hinted that Master\\nSimon is a family beau, and considered rather a young\\nfellow by all the elderly ladies of the connection for an\\nold bachelor, in an old family connection, is something\\nlike an actor in a regular dramatic corps, who seems to\\nflourish in immortal youth, and will continue to play\\nthe Eomeos and Eangers for half a century together.\\nMaster Simon, too, is a little of the chameleon, and\\ntakes a different hue with every different companion he\\nis very attentive and officious, and somewhat sentimental,\\nwith Lady Lillycraft copies out little namby-pamby\\nditties and love-songs for her, and draws quivers, and\\ndoves, and darts, and Cupids to be worked on the cor-\\nners of her pocket-handkerchiefs. He indulges, however,\\nin very considerable latitude with the other married\\nladies of the family and has many sly pleasantries to\\nwhisper to them, that provoke an equivocal laugh and a\\ntap of the fan. But when he gets among young company,\\nsuch as Frank Bracebridge, the Oxonian, and the gen-\\neral, he is apt to put on the mad wag, and to talk in a\\nvery bachelor-like strain about the sex.\\nIn this he has been encouraged by the example of the\\ngeneral, whom he looks up to as a man that has seen the\\nworld. The general, in fact, tells shocking stories after", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0094.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "BACHELORS. 75\\ndinner, when tlie ladies have retired, which he gives as\\nsome of the choice things that are served up at the MuUi-\\ngatawney club a knot of boon companions in London.\\nHe also repeats the fat jokes of old Major Pendergast,the\\nwit of the club, and which, though the gentleman can\\nhardly repeat them for laughing, always make Mr. Brace-\\nbridge look grave, he having a great antipathy to an inde-\\ncent jest. In a word, the general is a complete instance of\\nthe declension in gay life, by which a young man of pleas-\\nure is apt to cool down into an obscene old gentleman.\\nI saw him and Master Simon, an evening or two\\nsince, conversing with a buxom milkmaid in a meadow\\nand from their elbowing each other now and then, and\\nthe general s shaking his shoulders, blowing up his\\ncheeks, and breaking out into a short fit of irrepressible\\nlaughter, I had no doubt they were playing the mischief\\nwith the girl.\\nAs I looked at them through a hedge, I could not but\\nthink they would have made a tolerable group for a\\nmodern picture of Susannah and the two elders. It is\\ntrue, the girl seemed in nowise alarmed at the force of\\nthe enemy; and I question, had either of them been\\nalone, whether she would not have been more than they\\nwould have ventured to encounter. Such veteran rois-\\nters are daring wags when together, and will put any\\nfemale to the blush with their jokes but they are as\\nquiet as lambs when they fall singly into the clutches\\nof a fine woman.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0095.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "76 BBAGEBBIDOE HALL.\\nIn spite of tlie general s years, lie evidently is a little\\nvain of his person, and ambitious of conquests. I have\\nobserved him on Sunday in church, eying the country\\ngirls most suspiciously; and have seen him leer upon\\nthem with a downright amorous look, even when he has\\nbeen gallanting Lady Lillycraft, with great ceremony,\\nthrough the church-yard. The general, in fact, is a vet-\\neran in the service of Cupid rather than of Mars, having\\nsignalized himself in all the garrison towns and country\\nquarters, and seen service in every ball-room of England.\\nNot a celebrated beauty but he has laid siege to and if\\nhis word may be taken in a matter wherein no man is apt\\nto be over-veracious, it is incredible the success he has\\nhad with the fair. At present he is like a worn-out war-\\nrior, retired from service, but who still cocks his beaver\\nwith a military air, and talks stoutly of fighting whenever\\nhe comes within the smell of gunpowder.\\nI have heard him speak his mind very freely over his\\nbottle, about the folly of the captain in taking a wife as\\nhe thinks a young soldier should care for nothing but his\\nbottle and kind landlady. But, in fact, he says, the\\nservice on the Continent has had a sad effect upon the\\nyoung men they have been ruined by light wines and\\nFrench quadrilles. They ve nothing, he says, of the\\nspirit of the old service. There are none of your six-\\nbottle men left, that were the souls of a mess-dinner,\\nand used to play the very deuce among the women.\\nAs to a bachelor, the general affirms that he is a free", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0096.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "BACHELORS. 77\\nand easy man, with no baggage to take care of but his\\nportmanteau but a married man, with his wife hanging\\non his arm, always puts him in mind of a chamber-can-\\ndlestick, with its extinguisher hitched to it. I should not\\nmind all this if it were merely confined to the general\\nbut I fear he will be the ruin of my friend, Master Simon,\\nwho already begins to echo his heresies, and to talk in\\nthe style of a gentleman that has seen life, and lived\\nupon the town. Indeed, the general seems to have taken\\nMaster Simon in hand, and talks of showing him the\\nlions when he comes to town, and of introducing him to a\\nknot of choice spirits at the Mulligatawney club which,\\nI understand, is composed of old nabobs, officers in the\\nCompany s employ, and other men of Ind, that have\\nseen service in the East, and returned home burnt out\\nwith curry, and touched with the liver-complaint. They\\nhave their regular club, where they eat Mulligatawney\\nsoup, smoke the hookah, talk about Tippoo Saib, Serin-\\ngapatam, and tiger-hunting; and are tediously agree-\\nable in each other s company.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0097.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "WIVES.\\nBelieve me, man, there is no greater blisse\\nThan is the quiet joy of loving wife\\nWhich whoso wants, half of himselfe doth misse\\nFriend without change, playfellovt^ without strife\\nFood without fulnesse, counsaile without pride,\\nIs this sweet doubling of our single life.\\nSir p. SiDNEi.\\nHEEE is so mucli talk about matrimony going\\non around me, in consequence of tlie approach-\\ning event for wliich we are assembled at the\\nHall, that I confess I find my thoughts singularly exer-\\ncised on the subject. Indeed, all the bachelors of the\\nestablishment seem to be passing through a kind of fiery\\nordeal for Lady Lillycraft is one of those tender, ro-\\nmance-read dames of the old school, whose mind is filled\\nwith flames and darts, and who breathe nothing but con-\\nstancy and wedlock. She is forever immersed in the\\nconcerns of the heart, and, to use a poetical phrase, is\\nperfectly surrounded by the purple light of love. The\\nvery general seems to feel the influence of this senti-\\nmental atmosphere, to melt as he approaches her lady-\\nship, and, for the time, to forget all his heresies about\\nmatrimony and the sex.\\n78", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0098.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "wirus.\\n79\\nThe good lady is generally surrounded by little docu-\\nments of her prevalent taste novels of a tender nature\\nrichly-bound little books of poetry, that are filled with\\nsonnets and love-tales, and perfumed with rose-leaves\\nand she has always an album at hand, for which she\\nclaims the contributions of all her friends. On looking\\nover this last repository the other day, I found a series\\nof poetical extracts, in the Squire s handwriting, which\\nmight have been intended as matrimonial hints to his\\nward. I was so much struck with several of them, that\\nI took the liberty of copying them out. They are from\\nthe old play of Thomas Davenport, published in 1661,\\nentitled The City Mght-Cap; in which is drawn\\nout and exemplified, in the part of Abstemia, the char-\\nacter of a patient and faithful wife, which I think might\\nvie with that of the renowned Griselda.\\nI have often thought it a pity that plays and novels\\nshould always end at the wedding, and should not give\\nus another act, and another volume, to let us know how\\nthe hero and heroine conducted themselves when mar-\\nried. Their main object seems to be merely to instruct\\nyoung ladies how to get husbands, but not how to keep\\nthem now this last, I speak it with all due diffidence,\\nappears to me to be a desideratum in modern married\\nlife. It is appalling to those who have not yet adven-\\ntured into the holy state, to see how soon the flame of\\nromantic love burns out, or rather is quenched in matri-\\nmony; and how deplorably the passionate poetic lover", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0099.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "80 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ndeclines into tlie phlegmatic, prosaic husband. I am\\ninclined to attribute this very much to the defect just\\nmentioned in the plays and novels, which form so impor-\\ntant a branch of study of our young ladies, and which\\nteach them how to be heroines, but leave them totally at\\na loss when they come to be wives. The play from\\nwhich the quotations before me were made, however, is\\nan exception to this remark and I cannot refuse myself\\nthe pleasure of adducing some of them for the benefit of\\nthe reader, and for the honor of an old writer, who has\\nbravely attempted to awaken dramatic interest in favor\\nof a woman, even after she was married\\nThe following is a commendation of Abstemia to her\\nhusband Lorenzo\\nShe s modest, but not sullen, and loves silence\\nNot that she wants apt words (for when she speaks,\\nShe inflames love with wonder), but because\\nShe calls wise silence the soul s harmony.\\nShe s truly chaste yet such a foe to coyness,\\nThe poorest call her courteous and which is excellent\\n(Though fair and young) she shuns to expose herself\\nTo the opinion of strange eyes. She either seldom\\nOr never walks abroad in your company.\\nAnd then with such sweet bashf ulness, as if\\nShe were venturing on crack d ice, and takes delight\\nTo step into the print your foot hath made,\\nAnd will follow you whole fields so she will drive\\nTediousness out of time with her sweet character.\\nNotwithstanding all this excellence, Abstemia had the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0100.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "WIVES. 81\\nmisfortune to incur the unmerited jealousy of her hus-\\nband. Instead, however, of resenting his harsh treat-\\nment with clamorous upbraidings, and with the stormy-\\nviolence of high, windy virtue, by which the sparks of\\nanger are so often blown into a flame, she endures it with\\nthe meekness of conscious, but patient virtue and makes\\nthe following beautiful appeal to a friend who has wit-\\nnessed her long-suffering\\nHast thou not seen me\\nBear all his injuries, as the ocean suffers\\nThe angry bark to plough thorough her bosom.\\nAnd yet is presently so smooth, the eye\\nCannot perceive where the wide wound was made\\nLorenzo, being wrought on by false representations, at\\nlength repudiates her. To the last, however, she main-\\ntains her patient sweetness, and her love for him, in spite\\nof his cruelty. She deplores his error, even more than\\nhis unkindness; and laments the delusion which has\\nturned his very affection into a source of bitterness.\\nThere is a moving pathos in her parting address to\\nLorenzo after their divorce\\nFarewell, Lorenzo,\\nWhom my soul doth love if you e er marry\\nMay you meet a good wife, so good, that you\\nMay not suspect her, nor may she be worthy\\nOf your suspicion: and if you hear hereafter\\nThat I am dead, inquire but my last words,\\nAnd you shall know that to the last I loved you.\\n6", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0101.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "82 BRAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nAnd when you walk forth with your second choice\\nInto the pleasant fields, and by chance talk of me,\\nImagine that you see me, lean and pale,\\nStrewing your path with flowers\\nBut may she never live to pay my debts\\nIf but in thought she wrong you, may she die\\nIn the conception of the injury.\\nPray make me wealthy with one kiss farewell, sir\\nLet it not grieve you when you shall remember\\nThat I was innocent nor this forget,\\nThough innocence here suffer, sigh, and groan,\\nShe walks but thorow thorns to find a throne.\\nIn a sliort time Lorenzo discovers his error and the\\ninnocence of his injured wife. In the transports of his\\nrepentance he calls to mind all her feminine excellence\\nher gentle, uncomplaining, womanly fortitude under\\nwrongs and sorrows\\nOh Abstemia\\nHow lovely thou lookest now now thou appearest\\nChaster than is the morning s modesty\\nThat rises with a blush, over whose bosom\\nThe western wind creeps softly; now I remember\\nHow, when she sat at table, her obedient eye\\nWould dwell on mine, as if it were not well,\\nUnless it look d where I look d oh how proud\\nShe was, when she could cross herself to please me\\nBut where now is this fair soul Like a silver cloud\\nShe hath wept herself, I fear, into the dead sea,\\nAnd will be found no more.\\nIt is but doing right by the reader, if interested in the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0102.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "WIVES. 83\\nfate of Absteinia by the preceding extracts, to say, that\\nshe was restored to the arms and affections of her hus-\\nband, rendered fonder than ever, by that disposition in\\nevery good heart to atone for past injustice, by an over-\\nflowing measure of returning kindness\\nThou wealth worth more than kingdoms I am now\\nConfirmed past all suspicion thou art far\\nSweeter in thy sincere truth than a sacrifice\\nDeck d up for death with garlands. The Indian winds\\nThat blow from off the coast, and cheer the sailor\\nWith the sweet savor of their spices, want\\nThe delight flows in thee.\\nI have been more affected and interested by this lit-\\ntle dramatic picture than by many a popular love-tale\\nthough, as I said before, I do not think it likely either\\nAbstemia or patient Grizzle stands much chance of being\\ntaken for a model. Still I like to see poetry now and\\nthen extending its views beyond the wedding-day, and\\nteaching a lady how to make herself attractive even after\\nmarriage. There is no great need of enforcing on an\\nunmarried lady the necessity of being agreeable nor is\\nthere any great art requisite in a youthful beauty to ena-\\nble her to please. Nature has multiplied attractions\\naround her. Youth is in itself attractive. The freshness\\nof budding beauty needs no foreign aid to set it off; it\\npleases merely because it is fresh, and budding, and\\nbeautiful. But it is for the married state that a woman\\nneeds the most instruction, and in which she should be", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0103.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nmost on her guard to maintain her powers of pleasing.\\nNo woman can expect to be to her husband all that\\nhe fancied her when he was a lover. Men are always\\ndoomed to be duped, not so much by the arts of the sex\\nas by their own imaginations. They are always wooing\\ngoddesses, and marrying mere mortals. A woman should\\ntherefore ascertain what was the charm which rendered\\nher so fascinating when a girl, and endeavor to keep it\\nup when she has become a wife. One great thing un-\\ndoubtedly was, the chariness of herself and her conduct,\\nwhich an unmarried female always observes. She should\\nmaintain the same niceness and reserve in her person\\nand habits, and endeavor still to preserve a freshness\\nand virgin delicacy in the eye of her husband. She\\nshould remember that the province of woman is to be\\nwooed, not to woo to be caressed, not to caress. Man\\nis an ungrateful being in love bounty loses instead of\\nwinning him. The secret of a woman s power does not\\nconsist so much in giving as in withholding. A woman\\nmay give up too much even to her husband. It is to a\\nthousand little delicacies of conduct that she must trust\\nto keep alive passion, and to protect herself from that\\ndangerous familiarity, that thorough acquaintance with\\nevery weakness and imperfection incident to matrimony.\\nBy these means she may still maintain her power, though\\nshe has surrendered her person, and may continue the\\nromance of love even beyond the honey-moon.\\nShe that hath a wise husband, says Jeremy Taylor,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0104.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "wirus. 85\\nmust entice him to an eternal dearnesse by the veil of\\nmodesty, and the grave robes of chastity, the ornament\\nof meeknesse, and the jewels of faith and charity. She\\nmust have no painting but blushings; her brightness\\nmust be purity, and she must shine round about with\\nsweetnesses and friendship; and she shall be pleasant\\nwhile she lives, and desired when she dies.\\nI have wandered into a rambling series of remarks on\\na trite subject, and a dangerous one for a bachelor to\\nmeddle with. That I may not, however, appear to con-\\nfine my observations entirely to the wife, I will conclude\\nwith another quotation from Jeremy Taylor, in which the\\nduties of both parties are mentioned; while I would\\nrecommend his sermon on the marriage ring to all those\\nwho, wiser than myself, are about entering the happy\\nstate of wedlock.\\nThere is scarce any matter of duty but it concerns\\nthem both alike, and is only distinguished by names, and\\nhath its variety by circumstances and little accidents and\\nwhat in one is called love, in the other is called rever-\\nence and what in the wife is obedience, the same in the\\nman is duty. He provides, and she dispenses he gives\\ncommandments, and she rules by them he rules her by\\nauthority, and she rules him by love she ought by all\\nmeans to please him, and he must by no means displease\\nher.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0105.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "STOKY-TELLING.\\nFAVOEITE evening pastime at the Hall, and\\none wliicli the worthy Squire is fond of pro-\\nmoting, is story-telling, a good old-fashioned\\nfireside amusement, as he terms it. Indeed, I believe\\nhe promotes it chiefly because it was one of the choice\\nrecreations in those days of yore when ladies and gentle-\\nmen were not much in the habit of reading. Be this as\\nit may, he will often, at supper-table, when conversation\\nflags, call on some one or other of the company for a\\nstory, as it was formerly the custom to call for a song\\nand it is edifying to see the exemplary patience, and even\\nsatisfaction, with which the good old gentleman will sit\\nand listen to some hackneyed tale that he has heard for\\nat least a hundred times.\\nIn this way one evening the current of anecdotes and\\nstories ran upon mysterious personages that have figured\\nat different times, and filled the world with doubts and\\nconjecture such as the Wandering Jew, the Man with\\nthe Iron Mask, who tormented the curiosity of all\\nEurope the Invisible Girl, and last, though not least,\\nthe Pig-faced Lady.\\nAt length one of the company was called upon who", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0106.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "STORY-TELLING. 87\\nhad the most unpromising physiognomy for a story-teller\\nthat ever I had seen. He was a thin, pale, weazen-\\nfaced man, extremely nervous, who had sat at one corner\\nof the table, shrunk up, as it were, into himself, and\\nalmost swallowed up in the cape of his coat, as a turtle\\nin its shell.\\nThe very demand seemed to throw him into a nervous\\nagitation, yet he did not refuse. He emerged his head\\nout of his shell, made a few odd grimaces and gesticula-\\ntions, before he could get his muscles into order, or his\\nvoice under command, and then offered to give some ac-\\ncount of a mysterious personage whom he had recently\\nencountered in the course of his travels, and one whom\\nhe thought fully entitled of being classed with the Man\\nwith the Iron Mask.\\nI was so much struck with his extraordinary narrative,\\nthat I have written it out to the best of my recollection,\\nfor the amusement of the reader. I think it has in it all\\nthe elements of that mysterious and romantic narrative\\nso greedily sought after at the present day.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0107.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT GENTLEMAN.\\nA STAGE-COACH ROMANCE.\\nI ll cross it though it blast me\\nHamlet.\\nT was a rainy Sunday in the gloomy montli of\\nNovember. I had been detained, in the course\\nof a journey, by a slight indisposition, from\\nwhich I was recovering; but was still feverish, and\\nobliged to keep within doors all day, in an inn of the\\nsmall town of Derby. A wet Sunday in a country inn\\nwhoever has had the luck to experience one can alone\\njudge of my situation. The rain pattered against the\\ncasements the bells tolled for church with a melancholy\\nsound. I went to the windows in quest of something to\\namuse the eye but it seemed as if I had been placed\\ncompletely out of the reach of all amusement. The win-\\ndows of my bedroom looked out among tiled roofs and\\nstacks of chimneys, while those of my sitting-room com-\\nmanded a full view of the stable-yard. I know of nothing\\nmore calculated to make a man sick of this world than a\\nstable-yard on a rainy day. The place was littered with\\nwet straw that had been kicked about by travellers and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0108.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "^n^a)\\n}XMa^.M...M..", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0111.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0112.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT GENTLEMAN. 89\\nstable-boys. In one corner was a stagnant pool of water,\\nsurrounding an island of muck there were several half-\\ndrowned fowls crowded together under a cart, among\\nwhich was a miserable, crestfallen cock, drenched out of\\nall life and spirit his drooping tail matted, as it were,\\ninto a single feather, along which the water trickled from\\nhis back near the cart was a half-dozing cow, chewing\\nthe cud, and standing patiently to be rained on, with\\nwreaths of vapor rising from her reeking hide a wall-\\neyed horse, tired of the loneliness of the stable, was pok-\\ning his spectral head out of a window, with the rain drip-\\nping on it from the eaves an unhappy cur, chained to a\\ndog-house hard by, uttered something, every now and\\nthen, between a bark and a yelp a drab of a kitchen-\\nwench tramped backwards and forwards through the yard\\nin pattens, looking as sulky as the weather itself every-\\nthing, in short, was comfortless and forlorn, excepting a\\ncrew of hardened ducks, assembled like boon companions\\nround a puddle, and making a riotous noise over their\\nliquor.\\nI was lonely and listless, and wanted amusement. My\\nroom soon became insupportable. I abandoned it, and\\nsought what is technically called the travellers -room.\\nThis is a public room set apart at most inns for the ac-\\ncommodation of a class of wayfarers called travellers, or\\nriders a kind of commercial knights-errant, who are\\nincessantly scouring the kingdom in gigs, on horseback,\\nor by coach. They are the only successors that I know", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0113.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "90 BRAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nof at the present day to tlie kniglits-errant of yore.\\nThey lead the same kind of roving, adventurous life,\\nonly changing the lance for a driving-whip, the buckler\\nfor a pattern-card, and the coat of mail for an upper\\nBenjamin. Instead of vindicating the charms of peerless\\nbeauty, they rove about, spreading the fame and standing\\nof some substantial tradesman, or manufacturer, and are\\nready at any time to bargain in his name it being the\\nfashion nowadays to trade, instead of fight, with one\\nanother. As the room of the hostel, in the good old\\nfighting-times, would be hung round at night with the\\narmor of way-worn warriors, such as coats of mail, fal-\\nchions, and yawning helmets, so the travellers -room is\\ngarnished with the harnessing of their successors, with\\nbox-coats, whips of all kinds, spurs, gaiters, and oil-cloth\\ncovered hats.\\nI was in hopes of finding some of these worthies to\\ntalk with, but was disappointed. There were, indeed,\\ntwo or three in the room but I could make nothing of\\nthem. One was just finishing his breakfast, quarrelling\\nwith his bread and butter, and huffing the waiter; an-\\nother buttoned on a pair of gaiters, with many execra-\\ntions at Boots for not having cleaned his shoes well a\\nthird sat drumming on the table with his fingers and\\nlooking at the rain as it streamed down the window-\\nglass; they all appeared infected by the weather, and\\ndisappeared, one after the other, without exchanging a\\nword.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0114.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT GENTLEMAN. 91\\nI sauntered to the window, and stood gazing at the\\npeople, picking their way to church, with petticoats\\nhoisted midleg high, and dripping umbrellas. The bell\\nceased to toll, and the streets became silent. I then\\namused myself with watching the daughters of a trades-\\nman opposite who, being confined to the house for fear\\nof wetting their Sunday finery, played off their charms\\nat the front windows, to fascinate the chance tenants of\\nthe inn. They at length were summoned away by a vigi-\\nlant vinegar-faced mother, and I had nothing further\\nfrom without to amuse me.\\nWhat was I to do to pass away the long-lived day?\\nI was sadly nervous and lonely and everything about\\nan inn seems calculated to make a dull day ten times\\nduller. Old newspapers, smelling of beer and tobacco-\\nsmoke, and which I had already read half a dozen times.\\nGood-for-nothing books, that were worse than rainy\\nweather. I bored myself to death with an old volume\\nof the Lady s Magazine. I read all the commonplace\\nnames of ambitious travellers scrawled on the panes of\\nglass the eternal families of the Smiths, and the Browns,\\nand the Jacksons, and the Johnsons, and all the other\\nsons and I deciphered several scraps of fatiguing inn-\\nwindow poetry which I have met with in all parts of the\\nworld.\\nThe day continued lowering and gloomy the slovenly,\\nragged, spongy cloud drifted heavily along there was\\nno variety even in the rain it was one dull, continued.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0115.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "92 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nmonotonous patter patter patter, excepting that now\\nand then I was enlivened by the idea of a brisk shower,\\nfrom the rattling of the drops upon a passing umbrella.\\nIt was quite refreshing (if I may be allowed a hack-\\nneyed phrase of the day) when, in the course of the\\nmorning, a horn blew, and a stage-coach whirled through\\nthe street, with outside passengers stuck all over it,\\ncowering under cotton umbrellas, and seethed together,\\nand reeking with the steams of wet box-coats and upper\\nBenjamins.\\nThe sound brought out from their lurking-places a\\ncrew of vagabond boys, and vagabond dogs, and the\\ncarroty -headed hostler, and that nondescript animal\\nycleped Boots, and all the other vagabond race that in-\\nfest the purlieus of an inn but the bustle was transient\\nthe coach again whirled on its way and boy and dog,\\nand hostler and Boots, all slunk back again to their\\nholes the street again became silent, and the rain con-\\ntinued to rain on. In fact, there was no hope of its\\nclearing up; the barometer pointed to rainy weather;\\nmine hostess s tortoise-shell cat sat by the fire washing\\nher face, and rubbing her paws over her ears and, on\\nreferring to the Almanac, I found a direful prediction\\nstretching from the top of the page to the bottom\\nthrough the whole month, expect much rain about\\nthis time\\nI was dreadfully hipped. The hours seemed as if they\\nwould never creep by. The very ticking of the clock", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0116.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT GENTLEMAN. 93\\nbecame irksome. At length the stillness of the house\\nwas interrupted by the ringing of a bell. Shortly after\\nI heard the voice of a waiter at the bar The stout\\ngentleman in No. 13 wants his breakfast. Tea and\\nbread and butter, with ham and eggs; the eggs not to\\nbe too much done.\\nIn such a situation as mine, every incident is of im-\\nportance. Here was a subject of speculation presented to\\nmy mind, and ample exercise for my imagination. I am\\nprone to paint pictures to myself, and on this occasion I\\nhad some materials to work upon. Had the guest up-\\nstairs been mentioned as Mr. Smith, or Mr. Brown, or\\nMr. Jackson, or Mr. Johnson, or merely as the gentle-\\nman in No. 13, it would have been a perfect blank to\\nme. I should have thought nothing of it but The\\nstout gentleman the very name had something in it\\nof the picturesque. It at once gave the size it embodied\\nthe personage to my mind s eye, and my fancy did the\\nrest.\\nHe was stout, or, as some term it, lusty in all proba-\\nbility, therefore, he was advanced in life, some people\\nexpanding as they grow old. By his breakfasting rather\\nlate, and in his own room, he must be a man accus-\\ntomed to live at his ease, and above the necessity of early\\nrising no doubt a round, rosy, lusty old gentleman.\\nThere was another violent ringing. The stout gentle-\\nman was impatient for his breakfast. He was evidently a\\nman of importance; well to do in the world; accus-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0117.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "94 BRAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ntomed to be promptly waited upon of a keen appetite,\\nand a little cross wlien hungry perhaps, thought I,\\nhe may be some London Alderman or who knows but\\nhe may be a Member of Parliament\\nThe breakfast was sent up, and there was a short inter-\\nval of silence he was, doubtless, making the tea. Pres-\\nently there was a violent ringing and before it could be\\nanswered, another ringing still more violent. Bless\\nme what a choleric old gentleman The waiter came\\ndown in a huff. The butter was rancid, the eggs were\\noverdone, the ham was too salt the stout gentleman\\nwas evidently nice in his eating one of those who eat\\nand growl, and keep the waiter on the trot, and live in a\\nstate militant with the household.\\nThe hostess got into a fume. I should observe that\\nshe was a brisk, coquettish woman a little of a shrew,\\nand something of a slammerkin, but very pretty withal\\nwith a nincompoop for a husband, as shrews are apt to\\nhave. She rated the servants roundly for their negli-\\ngence in sending up so bad a breakfast, but said not a\\nword against the stout gentleman; by which I clearly\\nperceived that he must be a man of consequence, entitled\\nto make a noise and to give trouble at a country inn.\\nOther eggs, and ham, and bread and butter were sent up.\\nThey appeared to be more graciously received at least\\nthere was no further complaint.\\nI had not made many turns about the travellers -room,\\nwhen there was another ringing. Shortly afterwards", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0118.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT GENTLEMAN. 95\\nthere was a stir and an inquest about the house. The\\nstout gentleman wanted the Times or the Chronicle\\nnewspaper. I set him down, therefore, for a Whig; or\\nrather, from his being so absolute and lordly where\\nhe had a chance, I suspected him of being a Eadical.\\nHunt, I had heard, was a large man; who knows,\\nthought I, but it is Hunt himself!\\nMy curiosity began to be awakened. I inquired of the\\nwaiter who was this stout gentleman that was making all\\nthis stir but I could get no information nobody seemed\\nto know his name. The landlords of bustling inns seldom\\ntrouble their heads about the names or occupations of\\ntheir transient guests. The color of a coat, the shape or\\nsize of the person, is enough to suggest a travelling name.\\nIt is either the tall gentleman, or the short gentleman, or\\nthe gentleman in black, or the gentleman in snuff-color\\nor, as in the present instance, the stout gentleman. A\\ndesignation of the kind once hit on, answers every pur-\\npose, and saves all further inquiry.\\nEain\u00e2\u0080\u0094 rain\u00e2\u0080\u0094 rain pitiless, ceaseless rain! No such\\nthing as putting a foot out of doors, and no occupation\\nnor amusement within. By and by I heard some one\\nwalking overhead. It was in the stout gentleman s room.\\nHe evidently was a large man by the heaviness of his\\ntread; and an old man from his wearing such creaking\\nsoles. He is doubtless, thought I, some rich old\\nsquare-toes of regular habits, and is now taking exercise\\nafter breakfast.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0119.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "96 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nI now read all the advertisements of coaches and ho-\\ntels that were stuck about the mantelpiece. The Lady s\\nMagazine had become an abomination to me it was as\\ntedious as the day itself. I wandered out, not knowing\\nwhat to do, and ascended again to my room. I had not\\nbeen there long, when there was a squall from a neigh-\\nboring bedroom. A door opened and slammed violently\\na chamber-maid, that I had remarked for having a ruddy,\\ngood-humored face, went down stairs in a violent flurry.\\nThe stout gentleman had been rude to her\\nThis sent a whole host of my deductions to the deuce\\nin a moment. This unknown personage could not be an\\nold gentleman for old gentlemen are not apt to be so\\nobstreperous to chamber-maids. He could not be a\\nyoung gentleman; for young gentlemen are not apt to\\ninspire such indignation. He must be a middle-aged\\nman, and confounded ugly into the bargain, or the girl\\nwould not have taken the matter in such terrible dud-\\ngeon. I confess I was sorely puzzled.\\nIn a few minutes I heard the voice of my landlady. I\\ncaught a glance of her as she came tramping up-stairs,\\nher face glowing, her cap flaring, her tongue wagging the\\nwhole way. She d have no such doings in her house,\\nshe d warrant. If gentlemen did spend money freely, it\\nwas no rule. She d have no servant-maids of hers treated\\nin that way, when they were about their work, that s what\\nshe wouldn t.\\nAs I hate squabbles, particularly with women, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0120.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT GENTLEMAN. 97\\nabove all with pretty women, I slunk back into my room,\\nand partly closed the door; but my curiosity was too\\nmuch excited not to listen. The landlady marched in-\\ntrepidly to the enemy s citadel, and entered it with a\\nstorm the door closed after her. I heard her voice in\\nhigh windy clamor for a moment or two. Then it grad-\\nually subsided, like a gust of wind in a garret then there\\nwas a laugh then I heard nothing more.\\nAfter a little while my landlady came out with an odd\\nsmile on her face, adjusting her cap, which was a little\\non one side. As she went down stairs, I heard the land-\\nlord ask her what was the matter she said, Nothing at\\nall, only the girl s a fool. I was more than ever per-\\nplexed what to make of this unaccountable personage,\\nwho could put a good-natured chamber-maid in a pas-\\nsion, and send away a termagant landlady in smiles. He\\ncould not be so old, nor cross, nor ugly either.\\nI had to go to work at his picture again, and to paint\\nhim entirely different. I now set him down for one of\\nthose stout gentlemen that are frequently met with\\nswaggering about the doors of country inns. Moist,\\nmerry fellows, in Belcher handkerchiefs, whose bulk is a\\nlittle assisted by malt-liquors. Men who have seen the\\nworld, and been sworn at Highgate who are used to tav-\\nern-life up to all the tricks of tapsters, and knowing in\\nthe ways of sinful publicans. Free-livers on a small\\nscale who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea\\nwho call all the waiters by name, tousle the maids, gossip\\n7", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0121.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "98 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2with tlie landlady at tlie bar, and prose over a pint of\\nport, or a glass of negus, after dinner.\\nTLe morning wore away in forming these and similar\\nsurmises. As fast as I wove one system of belief, some\\nmovement of the unknown would completely overturn it,\\nand throw all my thoughts again into confusion. Such\\nare the solitary operations of a feverish mind. I was, as\\nI have said, extremely nervous and the continual medita-\\ntion on the concerns of this invisible personage began to\\nhave its effect ^I was getting a fit of the fidgets.\\nDinner-time came. I hoped the stout gentleman\\nmight dine in the travellers -room, and that I might at\\nlength get a view of his person; but no he had\\ndinner served in his own room. What could be the\\nmeaning of this solitude and mystery He could not be\\na radical there was something too aristocratical in thus\\nkeeping himself apart from the rest of the world, and\\ncondemning himself to his own dull company throughout\\na rainy day. And then, too, he lived too well for a dis-\\ncontented politician. He seemed to expatiate on a\\nvariety of dishes, and to sit over his wine like a jolly\\nfriend of good living. Indeed, my doubts on this head\\nwere soon at an end for he could not have finished his\\nfirst bottle before I could faintly hear him humming a\\ntune and on listening I found it to be God save the\\nKing. Twas plain, then, he was no radical, but a\\nfaithful subject one who grew loyal over his bottle, and\\nwas ready to stand by king and constitution, when he", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0122.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT QEWTLEMAN. 99\\ncould stand bj notliing else. But who could lie be? My\\nconjectures began to run wild. Was lie not some person-\\nage of distinction travelling incog. God knows said\\nI, at my wit s end; it may be one of tlie royal family for\\naught I know, for they are all stout gentlemen\\nThe weather continued rainy. The mysterious un-\\nknown kept his room, and, as far as I could judge, his\\nchair, for I did not hear him move. In the meantime, as\\nthe day advanced, the travellers -room began to be fre-\\nquented. Some, who had just arrived, came in buttoned\\nup in box-coats others came home who had been dis-\\npersed about the town; some took their dinners, and\\nsome their tea. Had I been in a different mood, I\\nshould have found entertainment in studying this pecu-\\nliar class of men. There were two especially, who were\\nregular wags of the road, and up to all the standing jokes\\nof travellers. They had a thousand sly things to say to\\nthe waiting-maid, whom they called Louisa, and Ethel-\\ninda, and a dozen other fine names, changing the name\\nevery time, and chuckling amazingly at their own\\nwaggery. My mind, however, had been completely en-\\ngrossed by the stout gentleman. He had kept my fancy\\nin chase during a long day, and it was not now to be di-\\nverted from the scent.\\nThe evening gradually wore away. The travellers read\\nthe papers two or three times over. Some drew round\\nthe fire and told long stories about their horses, about\\ntheir adventures, their overturns, and breakings-down.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0123.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "100 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nThey discussed tlie credit of diJBferent merchants and dif-\\nferent inns and the two wags told several choice anec-\\ndotes of pretty chamber-maids and kind landladies. All\\nthis passed as they were quietly taking what they called\\ntheir night-caps, that is to say, strong glasses of brandy\\nand water and sugar, or some other mixture of the kind\\nafter which they one after another rang for Boots and\\nthe chamber-maid, and walked off to bed in old shoes cut\\ndown into marvellously uncomfortable slippers.\\nThere was now only one man left a short-legged, long-\\nbodied, plethoric fellow, with a very large, sandy head.\\nHe sat by himself, with a glass of port- wine negus, and a\\nspoon sipping and stirring, and meditating and sipping,\\nuntil nothing was left but the spoon. He gradually fell\\nasleep bolt upright in his chair, with the empty glass\\nstanding before him and the candle seemed to fall asleep\\ntoo, for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at\\nthe end, and dimmed the little light that remained in the\\nchamber. The gloom that now prevailed was contagious.\\nAround hung the shapeless, and almost spectral, box-\\ncoats of departed travellers, long since buried in deep\\nsleep. I only heard the ticking of the clock, with the\\ndeep-drawn breathings of the sleeping topers, and the\\ndrippings of the rain, drop drop drop, from the eaves\\nof the house. The church-bells chimed midnight. All\\nat once the stout gentleman began to walk overhead, pac-\\ning slowly backwards and forwards. There was some-\\nthing extremely awful in all this, especially to one in my", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0124.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE STOUT GENTLEMAN. IQl\\nstate of nerves. These ghastly great-coats, these guttural\\nbreathings, and the creaking footsteps of this mysterious\\nbeing. His steps grew fainter and fainter, and at length\\ndied away. I could bear it no longer. I was wound up\\nto the desperation of a hero of romance. Be he who or\\nwhat he may, said I to myself, I ll have a sight of\\nhim I seized a chamber-candle, and hurried up to\\nNo. 13. The door stood ajar. I hesitated I entered\\nthe room was deserted. There stood a large, broad-bot-\\ntomed elbow-chair at a table, on which was an empty\\ntumbler, and a Times, newspaper, and the room smelt\\npowerfully of Stilton cheese.\\nThe mysterious stranger had evidently but just retired.\\nI turned off, sorely disappointed, to my room, which had\\nbeen changed to the front of the house. As I went along\\nthe corridor, I saw a large pair of boots, with dirty,\\nwaxed tops, standing at the door of a bedchamber.\\nThey doubtless belonged to the unknown but it would\\nnot do to disturb so redoubtable a personage in his den\\nhe might discharge a pistol, or something worse, at my\\nhead. 1 went to bed, therefore, and lay awake half the\\nnight in a terribly nervous state and even when I fell\\nasleep, I was still haunted in my dreams by the idea of\\nthe stout gentleman and his wax-topped boots.\\nI slept rather late the next morning, and was awakened\\nby some stir and bustle in the house, which I could not\\nat first comprehend until getting more awake, I found\\nthere was a mail-coach starting from the door. Suddenly", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0125.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "102 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nthere was a cry from below, Tlie gentleman has forgot\\nhis umbrella Look for the gentleman s umbrella in No.\\n13 I heard an immediate scampering of a chamber-\\nmaid along the passage, and a shrill reply as she ran,\\nHere it is! here s the gentleman s umbrella!\\nThe mysterious stranger then was on the point of set-\\nting off. This was the only chance I should ever have of\\nknowing him. I sprang out of bed, scrambled to the win-\\ndow, snatched aside the curtains, and just caught a\\nglimpse of the rear of a person getting in at the coach-\\ndoor. The skirts of a brown coat parted behind, and\\ngave me a full view of the broad disk of a pair of drab\\nbreeches. The door closed all right was the word\\nthe coach whirled off; and that was all I ever saw of\\nthe stout gentleman", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0126.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "FOEEST TREES.\\nA living gallery of aged trees.\\nKE of tlie favorite themes of boasting with the\\nSquire is the noble trees on his estate, which, in\\ntruth, has some of the finest I have seen in\\nEngland. There is something august and solemn in the\\ngreat avenues of stately oaks that gather their branches\\ntogether high in air, and seem to reduce the pedestrians\\nbeneath them to mere pigmies. An avenue of oaks or\\nelms, the Squire observes, is the true colonnade that\\nshould lead to a gentleman s house. As to stone and\\nmarble, any one can rear them at once, they are the work\\nof the day but commend me to the colonnades which\\nhave grown old and great with the family, and tell by\\ntheir grandeur how long the family has endured.\\nThe Squire has great reverence for certain venerable\\ntrees, gray with moss, which he considers as the ancient\\nnobility of his domain. There is the ruin of an enormous\\noak, which has been so much battered by time and tem-\\npest, that scarce anything is left though he says Christy\\nrecollects when, in his boyhood, it was healthy and flour-\\nishing, until it was struck by lightning. It is now a mere\\n103", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0127.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "104 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ntrunk, with one twisted bough stretching up into the air,\\nleaving a green branch at the end of it. This sturdy\\nwreck is much valued by the Squire he calls it his\\nstandard-bearer, and compares it to a veteran warrior\\nbeaten down in battle, but bearing up his banner to the\\nlast. He has actually had a fence built round it, to pro-\\ntect it as much as possible from further injury.\\nIt is with great difficulty he can ever be brought to\\nhave any tree cut down on his estate. To some he looks\\nwith reverence, as having been planted by his ancestors\\nto others with a kind of paternal affection, as having been\\nplanted by himself and he feels a degree of awe in bring-\\ning down, with a few strokes of the axe, what it has cost\\ncenturies to build up. I confess I cannot but sympathize,\\nin some degree, with the good Squire on the subject.\\nThough brought up in a country overrun with forests,\\nwhere trees are apt to be considered mere incumbrances,\\nand to be laid low without hesitation or remorse, yet I\\ncould never see a fine tree hewn down without concern.\\nThe poets, who are naturally lovers of trees, as they are\\nof everything that is beautiful, have artfully awakened\\ngreat interest in their favor, by representing them as the\\nhabitations of sylvan deities insomuch that every great\\ntree had its tutelar genius, or a nymph, whose existence\\nwas limited to its duration. Evelyn, in his Sylva,\\nmakes several pleasing and fanciful allusions to this\\nsuperstition. As the fall, says he, of a very aged oak,\\ngiving a crack like thunder, has often been heard at many", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0128.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "FOBEST TBEE8. 105\\nmiles distance constrained though. I often am to fell\\nthem with reluctance, I do not at any time remember to\\nhave heard the groans of those nymphs (grieving to be\\ndispossessed of their ancient habitations) without some\\nemotion and pity. And again, in alluding to a violent\\nstorm that had devastated the woodlands, he says, Me-\\nthinks I still hear, sure I am that I still feel, the dismal\\ngroans of our forests the late dreadful hurricane having\\nsubverted so many thousands of goodly oaks, prostrating\\nthe trees, laying them in ghastly postures, like whole\\nregiments fallen in battle by the sword of the conqueror,\\nand crushing all that grew beneath them. The public\\naccounts, he adds, reckon no less than three thousand\\nhrave oaks in one part only of the forest of Dean blown\\ndown.\\nI have paused more than once in the wilderness of\\nAmerica, to contemplate the traces of some blast of wind,\\nwhich seemed to have rushed down from the clouds, and\\nripped its way through the bosom of the woodlands;\\nrooting up, shivering, and splintering the stoutest trees,\\nand leaving a long track of desolation. There was some-\\nthing awful in the vast havoc made among these gigan-\\ntic plants and in considering their magnificent remains,\\nso rudely torn and mangled, and hurled down to perish\\nprematurely on their native soil, I was conscious of a\\nstrong movement of the sympathy so feelingly expressed\\nby Evelyn. I recollect, also, hearing a traveller of poeti-\\ncal temperament expressing the kind of horror which he", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0129.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "106 BBAGEBBIDOE HALL.\\nfelt on beholding, on the banks of the Missouri, an oak of\\nprodigious size, which had been, in a manner, overpow-\\nered by an enormous wild grapevine. The vine had\\nclasped its huge folds round the trunk, and thence had\\nwound about every branch and twig, until the mighty\\ntree had withered in its embrace. It seemed like Lao-\\ncoon struggling ineffectually in the hideous coils of the\\nmonster Python. It was the lion of trees perishing in\\nthe embraces of a vegetable boa.\\nI am fond of listening to the conversation of English\\ngentlemen on rural concerns, and of noticing with what\\ntaste and discrimination, and what strong, unaffected in-\\nterest they will discuss topics which, in other countries,\\nare abandoned to mere woodmen, or rustic cultivators.\\nI have heard a noble earl descant on park and forest\\nscenery with the science and feeling of a painter. He\\ndwelt on the shape and beauty of particular trees on his\\nestate, with as much pride and technical precision as\\nthough he had been discussing the merits of statues in\\nhis collection. I found that he had even gone consid-\\nerable distances to examine trees which were celebrated\\namong rural amateurs for it seems that trees, like\\nhorses, have their established points of excellence and\\nthat there are some in England which enjoy very exten-\\nsive celebrity among tree-fanciers from being perfect in\\ntheir kind.\\nThere is something nobly simple and pure in such a\\ntaste it argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature, to", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0130.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "FOREST TREES. 107\\nhave this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and\\nthis friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the\\nforest. There is a grandeur of thought connected with\\nthis part of rural economy. It is, if I may be allowed the\\nfigure, the heroic line of husbandry. It is worthy of\\nliberal, and freeborn, and aspiring men. He who plants\\nan oak, looks forward to future ages, and plants for pos-\\nterity. Nothing can be less selfish than this. He cannot\\nexpect to sit in its shade, nor enjoy its shelter but he\\nexults in the idea that the acorn which he has buried in\\nthe earth will grow up into a lofty pile, and keep on\\nflourishing, and increasing, and benefiting mankind, long\\nafter he shall have ceased to tread his paternal fields.\\nIndeed, it is the nature of such occupations to lift the\\nthoughts above mere worldliness. As the leaves of trees\\nare said to absorb all noxious qualities of the air, and to\\nbreathe forth a purer atmosphere, so it seems to me as\\nif they drew from us all sordid and angry passions, and\\nbreathed forth peace and philanthropy. There is a\\nserene and settled majesty in woodland scenery that en-\\nters into the soul, and dilates and elevates it, and fills\\nit with noble inclinations. The ancient and hereditary\\ngroves, too, which embower this island, are most of them\\nfull of story. They are haunted by the recollections of\\ngreat spirits of past ages, who have sought for relaxation\\namong them from the tumult of arms, or the toils of state,\\nor have wooed the muse beneath their shade. Who can\\nwalk, with soul unmoved, among the stately groves of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0131.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "108 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nPensliurst, where the gallant, the amiable, the elegant\\nSir Philip Sidney passed his boyhood or can look with-\\nout fondness upon the tree that is said to have been\\nplanted on his birthday or can ramble among the classic\\nbowers of Hagley; or can pause among the solitudes\\nof Windsor Forest and look at the oaks around, huge,\\ngray, and time-worn, like the old castle-towers, and not\\nfeel as if he were surrounded by so many monuments of\\nlong-enduring glory? It is, when viewed in this light,\\nthat planted groves, and stately avenues, and cultivated\\nparks, have an advantage over the more luxuriant beau-\\nties of unassisted nature. It is then they teem with\\nmoral associations, and keep up the ever-interesting\\nstory of human existence.\\nIt is incumbent, then, on the high and generous spirits\\nof an ancient nation, to cherish these sacred groves which\\nsurround their ancestral mansions, and to perpetuate\\nthem to their descendants. Eepublican as I am by birth,\\nand brought up as I have been in republican principles\\nand habits, I can feel nothing of the servile reverence for\\ntitled rank, merely because it is titled but I trust that I\\nam neither churl nor bigot in my creed. I can both see\\nand feel how hereditary distinction, when it falls to the\\nlot of a generous mind, may elevate that mind into true\\nnobility. It is one of the effects of hereditary rank, when\\nit falls thus happily, that it multiplies the duties, and, as\\nit were, extends the existence of the possessor. He does\\nnot feel himself a mere individual link in creation, re-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0132.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "F0BE8T TEEE8. 109\\nsponsible only for his own brief term of being. He car-\\nries back his existence in proud recollection, and he ex-\\ntends it forward in honorable anticipation. He lives with\\nhis ancestry, and he lives with his posterity. To both\\ndoes he consider himself involved in deep responsibili-\\nties. As he has received much from those who have gone\\nbefore, so he feels bound to transmit much to those who\\nare to come after him. His domestic undertakings seem\\nto imply a longer existence than those of ordinary men\\nnone are so apt to build and plant for future centuries as\\nthose noble-spirited men who have received their heri-\\ntages from foregone ages.\\nI cannot but applaud, therefore, the fondness and pride\\nwith which I have noticed English gentlemen, of gener-\\nous temperaments and high aristocratic feelings, contem-\\nplating those magnificent trees, rising like towers and\\npyramids from the midst of their paternal lands. There\\nis an affinity between all nature, animate and inanimate\\nthe oak, in the pride and lustihood of its growth, seems\\nto me to take its range with the lion and the eagle, and\\nto assimilate, in the grandeur of its attributes, to heroic\\nand intellectual man. With its mighty pillar rising\\nstraight and direct towards heaven, bearing up its leafy\\nhonors from the impurities of earth, and supporting them\\naloft in free air and glorious sunshine, it is an emblem of\\nwhat a true nobleman sliould he a refuge for the weak, a\\nshelter for the oppressed, a defence for the defenceless\\nwarding off from them the peltings of the storm, or the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0133.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "110 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nscorcliing rays of arbitrary power. He wlio is this, is an\\nornament and a blessing to his native land. He who is\\notherwise, abuses his eminent advantages; abuses the\\ngrandeur and prosperity which he has drawn from the\\nbosom of his country. Should tempests arise, and he be\\nlaid prostrate by the storm, who would mourn over his\\nfall Should he be borne down by the oppressive hand\\nof power, who would murmur at his fate? Why cum-\\nbereth he the ground", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0136.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A LITEKAEY ANTIQUAEY.\\nPrinted bookes he contemnes, as a novelty of this latter age but a manu-\\nscript he pores on everiastingly especially if the cover be all moth-eaten, and\\nthe dust make a parenthesis betweene every syllable.\\nMiCO-COSMOGBAPHIE, 1628,\\n^^;HE Squire receives great sympathy and sup-\\n^^M P^^* i^ ^is antiquated humors, from the par-\\nson, of whom I made some mention on my for-\\nmer visit to the Hall, and who acts as a kind of family\\nchaplain. He has been cherished by the Squire almost\\nconstantly since the time that they were fellow-students\\nat Oxford for it is one of the peculiar advantages of\\nthese great universities, that they often link the poor\\nscholar to the rich patron by early and heartfelt ties,\\nwhich last through life, without the usual humiliations of\\ndependence and patronage. Under the fostering protec-\\ntion of the Squire, therefore, the little parson has pursued\\nhis studies in peace. Having lived almost entirely among\\nbooks, and those, too, old books, he is quite ignorant of\\nthe world, and his mind is as antiquated as the garden at\\nthe Hall, where the flowers are all arranged in formal\\nbeds, and the yew-trees clipped into urns and peacocks.\\nHis taste for literary antiquities was first imbibed in\\nthe Bodleian Library at Oxford where, when a student,\\n111", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0137.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "112 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nlie passed many an hour foraging among the old manu-\\nscripts. He has since, at different times, visited most of\\nthe curious libraries in England, and has ransacked many\\nof the cathedrals. With all his quaint and curious learn-\\ning, he has nothing of arrogance or pedantry, but that\\nunaffected earnestness and guileless simplicity which\\nseems to belong to the literary antiquary.\\nHe is a dark, mouldy little man, and rather dry in his\\nmanner yet, on his favorite theme, he kindles up, and at\\ntimes is even eloquent. No fox-hunter, recounting his\\nlast day s sport, could be more animated than I have\\nseen the worthy parson, when relating his search after a\\ncurious document, which he had traced from library to\\nlibrary, until he fairly unearthed it in the dusty chapter-\\nhouse of a cathedral. When, too, he describes some ven-\\nerable manuscript, with its rich illuminations, its thick\\ncreamy vellum, its glossy ink, and the odor of the clois-\\nters that seemed to exhale from it, he rivals the enthusi-\\nasm of a Parisian epicure expatiating on the merits of a\\nPerigord pie, or a Pate de Strasbourg.\\nHis brain seems absolutely haunted with love-sick\\ndreams about gorgeous old works in silk linings, tri-\\npled gold bands, and tinted leather, locked up in wire\\ncases, and secured from the vulgar hands of the mere\\nreader, and, to continue the happy expressions of an in-\\ngenious writer, dazzling one s eyes like eastern beauties\\npeering through their jalousies.\\nD Israeli. Curiosities of Literature.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0138.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "A LITEBABT ANTIQUABY. II3\\nHe has a great desire, however, to read such works in\\nthe old libraries and chapter-houses to which they be-\\nlong; for he thinks a black-letter volume reads best in\\none of those venerable chambers where the lisht struct-\\ngles through dusty lancet windows and painted glass;\\nand that it loses half its zest if taken away from the\\nneighborhood of the quaintly carved oaken bookcase and\\nGothic reading-desk. At his suggestion the Squire has\\nhad the library furnished in this antique taste, and sev-\\neral of the windows glazed with painted glass, that they\\nmay throw a properly tempered light upon the pages of\\ntheir favorite old authors.\\nThe parson, I am told, has been for some time med-\\nitating a commentary on Strutt, Brand, and Douce, in\\nwhich he means to detect them in sundry dangerous\\nerrors in respect to popular games and superstitions a\\nwork to which the Squire looks forward with great inter-\\nest. He is, also, a casual contributor to that long-estab-\\nlished repository of national customs and antiquities, the\\nGentleman s Magazine, and is one of those who every\\nnow and then make an inquiry concerning some obsolete\\ncustom or rare legend nay, it is said that some of his\\ncommunications have been at least six inches in length.\\nHe frequently receives parcels by coach from different\\nparts of the kingdom, containing mouldy volumes and\\nalmost illegible manuscripts for it is singular what an\\nactive correspondence is kept up among literary anti-\\nquaries, and how soon the fame of any rare volume, or\\n8", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0139.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "114 BBACEBEIDGE HALL.\\nunique copy, just discovered among the rubbisli of a\\nlibrary, is circulated among them. The parson is more\\nbusy than common just now, being a little flurried by an\\nadvertisement of a work, said to be preparing for the\\npress, on the mythology of the middle ages. The little\\nman has long been gathering together all the hobgoblin\\ntales he could collect, illustrative of the superstitions of\\nformer times; and he is in a complete fever, lest this\\nformidable rival should take the field before him.\\nShortly after my arrival at the Hall, I called at the\\nparsonage, in company with Mr. Bracebridge and the\\ngeneral. The parson had not been seen for several days,\\nwhich was a matter of some surprise, as he was an\\nalmost daily visitor at the Hall. We found him in his\\nstudy a small dusky chamber, lighted by a lattice-win-\\ndow that looked into the church-yard, and was overshad-\\nowed by a yew-tree. His chair was surrounded by folios\\nand quartos, piled upon the floor, and his table was cov-\\nered with books and manuscripts. The cause of his\\nseclusion was a work which he had recently received, and\\nwith which he had retired in rapture from the world, and\\nshut himself up to enjoy a literary honeymoon undis-\\nturbed. Never did boarding-school girl devour the\\npages of a sentimental novel, or Don Quixote a chival-\\nrous romance, with more intense delight than did the\\nlittle man banquet on the pages of this delicious work.\\nIt was Dibdin s Bibliographical Tour, a work calcu-\\nlated to have as intoxicating an effect on the imaginations", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0140.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "A LITERARY ANTIQUARY. 115\\nof literary antiquaries as tlie adventures of tlie heroes of\\nthe round-table on all true knights, or the lales of the\\nearly American voyagers on the ardent spirits of the age,\\nfilling them with dreams of Mexican and Peruvian mines,\\nand of the golden realm of El Dorado.\\nThe good parson had looked forward to this biblio-\\ngraphical expedition as of far greater importance than\\nthose to Africa, or the North Pole. With what eagerness\\nhad he seized upon the history of the enterprise with\\nwhat interest had he followed the redoubtable bibliog-\\nrapher and his graphical squire in their adventurous\\nroamings, among Norman castles, and cathedrals, and\\nFrench libraries, and German convents and universi-\\nties penetrating into the prison-houses of vellum manu-\\nscripts, and exquisitely illuminated missals, and reveal-\\ning their beauties to the world\\nWhen the parson had finished a rapturous eulogy on\\nthis most curious and entertaining work, he drew forth\\nfrom a little drawer a manuscript, lately received from a\\ncorrespondent, which had perplexed him sadly. It was\\nwritten in Norman French, in very ancient characters,\\nand so faded and mouldered away as to be almost illegi-\\nble. It was apparently an old Norman drinking-song,\\nwhich might have been brought over by one of William\\nthe Conqueror s carousing followers. The writing was\\njust legible enough to keep a keen antiquity-hunter on a\\ndoubtful chase here and there he would be completely\\nthrown out, and then there would be a few words so", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0141.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "116 BBACEBBIBGE HALL.\\nplainly written as to put him on the scent again. In this\\nway he had been led on for a whole day, until he had\\nfound himself completely at fault.\\nThe Squire endeavored to assist him, but was equally\\nbaffled. The old general listened for some time to the\\ndiscussion, and then asked the parson, if he had read\\nCaptain Morris s, or George Stevens s, or Anacreon\\nMoore s bacchanalian songs on the other replying in\\nthe negative, Oh, then, said the general, with a saga-\\ncious nod, if you want a drinking-song, I can furnish\\nyou with the latest collection, I did not know you had\\na turn for those kind of things and I can lend you the\\nEncyclopedia of Wit into the bargain. I never travel\\nwithout them they re excellent reading at an inn.\\nIt would not be easy to describe the odd look of sur-\\nprise and perplexity of the parson, at this proposal or\\nthe difficulty the Squire had in making the general com-\\nprehend, that, though a jovial song of the present day\\nwas but a foolish sound in the ears of wisdom, and be-\\nneath the notice of a learned man, yet a trowl, written\\nby a tosspot, several hundred years since, was a matter\\nworthy of the gravest research, and enough to set whole\\ncolleges by the ears.\\nI have since pondered much on this matter, and have\\nfigured to myself what may be the fate of our current\\nliterature, when retrieved, piecemeal, by future antiqua-\\nries from among the rubbish of ages. What a Magnus\\nApollo, for instance, will Moore become, among sober", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0142.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "A LITEM ART AWTIQUABY. ^y\\ndivines and dusty schoolmen! Even liis festive and\\namatory songs, whicli are now the mere quickeners of\\nour social moments, or the delights of our drawing-\\nrooms, will then become matters of laborious research\\nand painful collation. How many a grave professor will\\nthen waste his midnight oil, or worry his brain through\\na long morning, endeavoring to restore the pure text, or\\nillustrate the biographical hints of Come, tell me, says\\nRosa, as kissing and kissed and how many an arid old\\nbookworm, like the worthy little parson, will give up in\\ndespair, after vainly striving to fill up some fatal hiatus\\nin Fanny of Timmol!\\nNor is it merely such exquisite authors as Moore that\\nare doomed to consume the oil of future antiquaries.\\nMany a poor scribbler, who is now,, apparently, sent to\\noblivion by pastry-cooks and cheesemongers, will then\\nrise again in fragments, and flourish in learned immor-\\ntality.\\nAfter all, thought I, Time is not such an invariable\\ndestroyer as he is represented. If he pulls down, he\\nlikewise builds up if he impoverishes one, he enriches\\nanother his very dilapidation furnishes matter for new\\nworks of controversy, and his rust is more precious than\\nthe most costly gilding. Under his plastic hand trifles\\nrise into importance the nonsense of one age becomes\\nthe wisdom of another the levity of the wit gravitates\\ninto the learning of the pedant, and an ancient farthing\\nmoulders into infinitely more value than a modern guinea.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0143.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "THE FAKM-HOUSE.\\nLove and hay\\nAre thick sown, but come up full of thistles.\\nBeaumont and Fletcher.\\nWAS SO mucli pleased with tlie anecdotes\\nwhicli were told me of Eeady-Money Jack Tib-\\nbets, that I got Master Simon, a day or two\\nsince, to take me to his house. It was an old-fashioned\\nfarm-house, built of brick, with curiously twisted chim-\\nneys. It stood at a little distance from the road, with a\\nsouthern exposure, looking upon a soft, green slope of\\nmeadow. There was a small garden in front, with a row\\nof beehives humming among beds of sweet herbs and\\nflowers. Well-scoured milking-tubs, with bright copper\\nhoops, hung on the garden paling. Fruit-trees were\\ntrained up against the cottage, and pots of flowers stood\\nin the windows. A fat, superannuated mastiff lay in the\\nsunshine at the door, with a sleek cat sleeping peace-\\nfully across him.\\nMr. Tibbets was from home at the time of our calling,\\nbut we were received with hearty and homely welcome\\nby his wife a notable, motherly woman, and a complete\\n118", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0144.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE FARM-HOUSE. 119\\npattern for wives since, according to Master Simon s\\naccount, ste never contradicts honest Jack, and yet man-\\nages to liave her own way, and to control him in every-\\nthing.\\nShe received us in the main room of the house, a kind\\nof parlor and hall, with great brown beams of timber\\nacross it, which Mr. Tibbets is apt to point out with some\\nexultation, observing, that they don t put such timber in\\nhouses nowadays. The furniture was old-fashioned,\\nstrong, and highly polished; the walls were hung with\\ncolored prints of the story of the Prodigal Son, who was\\nrepresented in a red coat and leather breeches. Over\\nthe fireplace was a blunderbuss, and a hard-favored like-\\nness of Keady-Money Jack, taken, when he was a young\\nman, by the same artist that painted the tavern-sign his\\nmother having taken a notion that the Tibbets had as\\nmuch right to have a gallery of family portraits as the\\nfolks at the Hall.\\nThe good dame pressed us very much to take some re-\\nfreshment, and tempted us with a variety of household\\ndainties, so that we were glad to compound by tasting\\nsome of her home-made wines. While we were there, the\\nson and heir-apparent came home a good-looking young\\nfellow, and something of a rustic beau. He took us over\\nthe premises, and showed us the whole establishment.\\nAn air of homely but substantial plenty prevailed\\nthroughout everything was of the best materials, and\\nin the best condition. Nothing was out of place, or ill", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0145.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "120 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nmade and you saw everywhere the signs of a man who\\ntook care to have the worth of his money, and paid as he\\nwent.\\nThe farm-yard was well stocked under a shed was a\\ntaxed cart, in trim order, in which Ready-Money Jack\\ntook his wife about the country. His well-fed horse\\nneighed from the stable, and when led out into the yard,\\nto use the words of young Jack, he shone like a bot-\\ntle for he said the old man made it a rule that every-\\nthing about him should fare as well as he did himself.\\nI was pleased to see the pride which the young fellow\\nseemed to have of his father. He gave us several par-\\nticulars concerning his habits, which were pretty much\\nto the effect of those I have already mentioned. He had\\nnever suffered an account to stand in his life, always pro-\\nviding the money before he purchased anything and, if\\npossible, paying in gold and silver. He had a great dis-\\nlike to paper money, and seldom went without a consid-\\nerable sum in gold about him. On my observing that it\\nwas a wonder he had never been waylaid and robbed,\\nthe young fellow smiled at the idea of any one venturing\\nupon such an exploit, for I believe he thinks the old man\\nwould be a match for Robin Hood and all his gang.\\nI have noticed that Master Simon seldom goes into\\nany house without having a world of private talk with\\nsome one or other of the family, being a kind of univer-\\nsal counsellor and confidant. We had not been long at\\nthe farm, before the old dame got him into a corner of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0146.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE FARM-HOUSE. 121\\nher parlor, wliere they had a long whispering conference\\ntogether in which I saw by his shrugs that there were\\nsome dubious matters discussed, and by his nods that he\\nagreed with everything she said.\\nAfter we had come out, the young man accompanied us\\na little distance, and then, drawing Master Simon aside\\ninto a green lane, they walked and talked together for\\nnearly half an hour. Master Simon, who has the usual\\npropensity of confidants to blab everything to the next\\nfriend they meet with, let me know that there was a love-\\naffair in the question; the young fellow having been\\nsmitten with the charms of Phoebe Wilkins, the pretty\\nniece of the housekeeper at the Hall. Like most other\\nlove-concerns, it had brought its troubles and perplexi-\\nties. Dame Tibbets had long been on intimate, gossip-\\ning terms with the housekeeper, who often visited the\\nfarm-house but when the neighbors spoke to her of the\\nlikelihood of a match between her son and Phoebe Wil-\\nkins, Marry come up she scouted the very idea. The\\ngirl had acted as Lady s maid, and it was beneath the\\nblood of the Tibbets, who had lived on their own lands\\ntime out of mind, and owed reverence and thanks to\\nnobody, to have the heir-apparent marry a servant\\nThese vaporings had faithfully been carried to the\\nhousekeeper s ears by one of their mutual go-between\\nfriends. The old housekeeper s blood, if not as ancient,\\nwas as quick as that of Dame Tibbets. She had been\\naccustomed to carry a high head at the Hall and among", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0147.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "122 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nthe villagers and her faded brocade rustled with indig-\\nnation at the slight cast upon her alliance by the wife of\\na petty farmer. She maintained that her niece had been\\na companion rather than a waiting-maid to the young\\nladies. Thank heavens, she was not obliged to work\\nfor her living, and was as idle as any young lady in the\\nland and when somebody died, would receive something\\nthat would be worth the notice of some folks, with all\\ntheir ready money.\\nA bitter feud had thus taken place between the two\\nworthy dames, and the young people were forbidden to\\nthink of one another. As to young Jack, he was too\\nmuch in love to reason upon the matter and being a lit-\\ntle heady, and not standing in much awe of his mother,\\nwas ready to sacrifice the whole dignity of the Tibbets to\\nhis passion. He had lately, however, had a violent quar-\\nrel with his mistress, in consequence of some coquetry on\\nher part, and at present stood aloof. The politic mother\\nwas exerting all her ingenuity to widen this accidental\\nbreach but, as is most commonly the case, the more she\\nmeddled with this perverse inclination of her son, the\\nstronger it grew. In the mean time Old Ready-Money\\nwas kept completely in the dark both parties were in\\nawe and uncertainty as to what might be his way of tak-\\ning the matter, and dreaded to awaken the sleeping\\nlion. Between father and son, therefore, the worthy\\nMrs. Tibbets was full of business, and at her wit s end.\\nIt is true there was no great danger of honest Heady-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0148.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE FARM-HOUSE. 123\\nMoney s finding tlie thing out, if left to himself, for he\\nwas of a most unsuspicious temper, and by no means\\nquick of apprehension but there was daily risk of his\\nattention being aroused by those cobwebs which his in-\\ndefatigable wife was continually spinning about his nose.\\nSuch is the distracted state of politics in the domestic\\nempire of Eeady-Money Jack; which only shows the\\nintrigues and internal dangers to which the best regu-\\nlated governments are liable. In this perplexed situation\\nof their affairs, both mother and son have applied to\\nMaster Simon for counsel and, with all his experience\\nin meddling with other people s concerns, he finds it an\\nexceedingly difficult part to play, to agree with both par-\\nties, seeing that their opinions and wishes are so diamet-\\nrically opposite.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0149.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "HOESEMANSHIP.\\nA coach was a strange monster in those days, and the sight of one put both\\nhorse and man into amazement. Some said it was a great crabshell brought\\nout of China, and some imagined it to be one of the pagan temples, in which\\nthe canibals adored the dlvell.\\nTaylor, the watek poet.\\nHAVE made casual mention, more than once,\\nof one of the Squire s antiquated retainers, old\\nChristy the huntsman. I find that his crabbed\\nhumor is a source of much entertainment among the\\nyoung men of the family the Oxonian, particularly, takes\\na mischievous pleasure now and then in slyly rubbing\\nthe old man against the grain, and then smoothing him\\ndown again for the old fellow is as ready to bristle up\\nhis back as a porcupine. He rides a venerable hunter\\ncalled Pepper, which is a counterpart of himself, a heady,\\ncross-grained animal, that frets the flesh off its bones\\nbites, kicks, and plays all manner of villanous tricks. He\\nis as tough, and nearly as old as his rider, who has rid-\\nden him time out of mind, and is, indeed, the only one\\nthat can do anything with him. Sometimes, however,\\nthey have a complete quarrel, and a dispute for mastery,\\nand then, I am told, it is as good as a farce to see the\\n134", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0150.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "E0B8EMAN8HIP.\\n125\\nheat they both get into, and the wrongheaded contest\\nthat ensues for they are quite knowing in each other s\\nways, and in the art of teasing and fretting each other.\\nNotwithstanding these doughty brawls, however, there\\nis nothing that nettles old Christy sooner than to ques-\\ntion the merits of his horse which he upholds as tena-\\nciously as a faithful husband will vindicate the virtues of\\nthe termagant spouse that gives him a curtain-lecture\\nevery night of his life.\\nThe young men call old Christy their professor of\\nequitation, and in accounting for the appellation, they\\nlet me into some particulars of the Squire s mode of\\nbringing up his children. There is an odd mixture of\\neccentricity and good sense in all the opinions of my\\nworthy host. His mind is like modern Gothic, where\\nplain brick- work is set off with pointed arches and quaint\\ntracery. Though the main groundwork of his opinions\\nis correct, yet he has a thousand little notions, picked\\nup from old books, which stand out whimsically on the\\nsurface of his mind.\\nThus, in educating his boys, he chose Peachem,\\nMarkham, and such like old English writers, for his man--\\nuals. At an early age he took the lads out of their\\nmother s hands, who was disposed, as mothers are apt to\\nbe, to make fine, orderly children of them, that should\\nkeep out of sun and rain, and never soil their hands, nor\\ntear their clothes.\\nIn place of this, the Squire turned them loose to run", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0151.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "126 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nfree and wild about tlie park, without heeding wind or\\nweather. He was also particularly attentive in making\\nthem bold and expert horsemen and these were the\\ndays when Old Christy, the huntsman, enjoyed great\\nimportance as the lads were put under his care to prac-\\ntise them at the leaping-bars, and to keep an eye upon\\nthem in the chase.\\nThe Squire always objected to their riding in carriages\\nof any kind, and is still a little tenacious on this point.\\nHe often rails against the universal use of carriages, and\\nquotes the words of honest Nashe to that effect. It\\nwas thought, says Nashe, in his Quaternio, a kind of\\nsolecism, and to savor of effeminacy, for a young gentle-\\nman in the flourishing time of his age to creep into a\\ncoach, and to shroud himself from wind and weather\\nour great delight was to outbrave the blustering Boreas\\nupon a great horse to arm and prepare ourselves to go\\nwith Mars and Bellona into the field was our sport and\\npastime coaches and caroches we left unto them for\\nwhom they were first invented, for ladies and gentlemen,\\nand decrepit age and impotent people.\\nThe Squire insists that the English gentlemen have\\nlost much of their hardiness and manhood since the in-\\ntroduction of carriages. Compare, he will say, the\\nfine gentleman of former times, ever on horseback, booted\\nand spurred, and travel-stained, but open, frank, manly,\\nand chivalrous, with the fine gentleman of the present\\nday, full of affectation and effeminacy, rolling along a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0152.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "HORSEMANSHIP. 127\\nturnpike in his voluptuous vehicle. The young men of\\nthose days were rendered brave, and lofty, and generous\\nin their notions, by almost living in their saddles, and\\nhaving their foaming steeds like proud seas under\\nthem. There is something, he adds, in bestriding\\na fine horse, that makes a man feel more than mortal.\\nHe seems to have doubled his nature, and to have added\\nto his own courage and sagacity the power, the speed,\\nand stateliness of the superb animal on which he is\\nmounted.\\nIt is a great delight, says old Nashe, to see a\\nyoung gentleman with his skill and cunning, by his\\nvoice, rod, and spur, better to manage and to command\\nthe great Bucephalus, than the strongest Milo, with all\\nhis strength one while to see him make him tread, trot,\\nand gallop the ring and one after to see him make him\\ngather up roundly to bear his head steadily to run\\na full career swiftly to stop a sudden lightly anon after\\nto see him make him advance, to yorke, to go back, and\\nside long, to turn on either hand to gallop the gallop\\ngalliard to do the capriole, the chambetta, and dance\\nthe curve tty.\\nIn conformity to these ideas, the Squire had them all\\non horseback at an early age, and made them ride, slap-\\ndash, about the country, without flinching at hedge, or\\nditch, or stone wall, to the imminent danger of their\\nnecks.\\nEven the fair Julia was partially included in this sys-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0153.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "128 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\ntern and, under the instructions of old Christy, has\\nbecome one of the best horsewomen in the country.\\nThe Squire says it is better than all the cosmetics and\\nsweeteners of the breath that ever were invented. He\\nextols the horsemanship of the ladies in former times,\\nwhen Queen Elizabeth would scarcely suffer the rain to\\nstop her accustomed ride. And then think, he will\\nsay, what nobler and sweeter beings it made them.\\nWhat a difference must there be, both in mind and body,\\nbetween a joyous high-spirited dame of those days, glow-\\ning with health and exercise, freshened by every breeze,\\nseated loftily and gracefully on her saddle, with plume\\non head, and hawk on hand, and her descendant of the\\npresent day, the pale victim of routs and ball-rooms,\\nsunk languidly in one corner of an enervating carriage.\\nThe Squire s equestrian system has been attended\\nwith great success, for his sons, having passed through\\nthe whole course of instruction without breaking neck or\\nlimb, are now healthful, spirited, and active, and have\\nthe true Englishman s loA ^e for a horse. If their manli-\\nness and frankness are praised in their father s hearing,\\nhe quotes the old Persian maxim, and says, they have\\nbeen taught to ride, to shoot, and to speak the truth.\\nIt is true the Oxonian has now and then practised the\\nold gentleman s doctrines a little in the extreme. He is\\na gay youngster, rather fonder of his horse than his\\nbook, with a little dash of the dandy though the ladies\\nall declare that he is the flower of the flock. The", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0154.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "HOBSEMANSEIP. 129\\nfirst year that lie was sent to Oxford lie had. a tutor\\nappointed to overlook him, a dry chip of the univer-\\nsity. When he returned home in the vacation, the\\nSquire made many inquiries about how he liked his col-\\nlege, his studies, and his tutor.\\nOh, as to my tutor, sir, I ve parted with him some\\ntime since.\\nYou have and pray, why so\\nOh, sir, hunting was all the go at our college, and I\\nwas a little short of funds so I discharged my tutor, and\\ntook a horse, you know.\\nAh, I was not aware of that, Tom, said the Squire,\\nmildly.\\nWhen Tom returned to college, his allowance was\\ndoubled, that he might be enabled to keep both horse\\nand tutor.\\n9", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0155.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "LOVE SYMPTOMS.\\nI will now begin to sigh, read poets, look pale, go neatly, and be most ap-\\nparently in love. Makston.\\nSHOULD not be surprised if we should have\\nanother pair of turtles at the Hall for Master\\nSimon has informed me, in great confidence,\\nthat he suspects the general of some design upon the\\nsusceptible heart of Lady Lillycraft. I have, indeed,\\nnoticed a growing attention and courtesy in the veteran\\ntowards her ladyship he softens very much in her com-\\npany, sits by her at table, and entertains her with long\\nstories about Seringapatam, and pleasant anecdotes of\\nthe Mulligatawney club. I have even seen him present\\nher with a full-blown rose from the hot-house, in a style\\nof the most captivating gallantry, and it was accepted\\nwith great suavity and graciousness for her ladyship de-\\nlights in receiving the homage and attention of the sex.\\nIndeed, the general was one of the earliest admirers\\nthat dangled in her train during her short reign of\\nbeauty; and they flirted together for half a season in\\nLondon, some thirty or forty years since. She reminded\\nhim lately^ in the course of a conversation about former\\n130", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0156.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "LOVE SYMPTOMS. 131\\ndays, of the time when he used to ride a white horse, and\\nto canter so gallantly by the side of her carriage in Hyde\\nPark whereupon I have remarked that the veteran has\\nregularly escorted her since, when she rides out on horse-\\nback and, I suspect, he almost persuades himself that\\nhe makes as captivating an appearance as in his youthful\\ndays.\\nIt would be an interesting and memorable circumstance\\nin the chronicles of Cupid, if this spark of the tender\\npassion, after lying dormant for such a length of time,\\nshould again be fanned into a flame, from amidst the\\nashes of two burnt-out hearts. It would be an instance\\nof perdurable fidelity, worthy of being placed beside\\nthose recorded in one of the Squire s favorite tomes, com-\\nmemorating the constancy of the olden times in which\\ntimes, we are told, Men and wymmen coulde love to-\\ngyders seven yeres, and no licours lustes were betwene\\nthem, and thenne was love, trouthe, and feythfulnes\\nand lo in lyke wyse was used love in Kyng Arthur s\\ndayes.\\nStill, however, this may be nothing but a little vener-\\nable flirtation, the general being a veteran dangler, and\\nthe good lady habituated to these kind of attentions.\\nMaster Simon, on the other hand, thinks the general is\\nlooking about him with the wary eye of an old cam-\\npaigner and now that he is on the wane, is desirous of\\n*Morte d Arthur.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0157.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "132 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ngetting into warm winter-quarters. Mucli allowance, how-\\never, must be made for Master Simon s uneasiness on the\\nsubject, for lie looks on Lady Lillycraft s house as one\\nof liis strongholds, where he is lord of the ascendant\\nand, with all his admiration of the general, I much\\ndoubt whether he would like to see him lord of the lady\\nand the establishment.\\nThere are certain other symptoms, notwithstanding,\\nthat give an air of probability to Master Simon s intima-\\ntions. Thus, for instance, I have observed that the gen-\\neral has been very assiduous in his attentions to her lady-\\nship s dogs, and has several times exposed his fingers to\\nimminent jeopardy, in attempting to pat Beauty on the\\nhead. It is to be hoped his advances to the mistress will\\nbe more favorably received, as all his overtures towards\\na caress are greeted by the pestilent little cur with a\\nwary kindling of the eye, and a most venomous growl.\\nHe has, moreover, been very complaisant towards my\\nlady s gentlewoman, the immaculate Mrs. Hannah, whom\\nhe used to speak of in a way that I do not choose to men-\\ntion. Whether she has the same suspicions with Master\\nSimon or not, I cannot say but she receives his civili-\\nties with no better grace than the implacable Beauty\\nunscrewing her mouth into a most acid smile, and look-\\ning as though she could bite a piece out of him. In\\nshort, the poor general seems to have as formidable foes\\nto contend with as a hero of ancient fairy tale who had\\nto fight his way to his enchanted princess through fero-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0158.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "LOVE SYMPTOMS. 133\\ncious monsters of every kind, and to encounter the brim-\\nstone terrors of some fiery dragon.\\nThere is still another circumstance which inclines me\\nto give very considerable credit to Master Simon s sus-\\npicions. Lady Lillycraft is very fond of quoting poetry,\\nand the conversation often turns upon it, on which occa-\\nsions the general is thrown completely out. It happened\\nthe other day that Spenser s Fairy Queen was the\\ntheme for the great part of the morning, and the poor\\ngentleman sat perfectly silent. I found him not long\\nafter in the library, with spectacles on nose, a book in\\nhis hand, and fast asleep. On my approach he awoke,\\nslipped the spectacles into his pocket, and began to read\\nvery attentively. After a little while he put a paper in\\nthe place, and laid the volume aside, which I perceived\\nwas the Fairy Queen. I have had the curiosity to\\nwatch how he got on in his poetical studies but, though\\nI have repeatedly seen him with the book in his hand,\\nyet I find the paper has not advanced above three or four\\npages the general being extremely apt to fall asleep\\nwhen he reads,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0159.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "FALCONET.\\nNe is there hawk which mantleth on her perch,\\nWhether high tow ring or accousting low,\\nBut I the measure of her flight doe search.\\nAnd all her prey and all her diet know.\\nSpensek.\\nHERE are several grand sources of lamentation\\nfurnislied to the worthy Squire by the improve-\\nment of society and the grievous advancement\\nof knowledge among which none, I believe, causes him\\nmore frequent regret than the unfortunate invention of\\ngunpowder. To this he continually traces the decay of\\nsome favorite custom, and, indeed, the general downfall\\nof all chivalrous and romantic usages. English sol-\\ndiers, he says, have never been the men they were in\\nthe days of the cross-bow and the long-bow when they\\ndepended upon the strength of the arm, and the English\\narcher could draw a cloth-yard shaft to the head. These\\nwere the times when, at the battles of Cressy, Poictiers,\\nand Agincourt, the French chivalry was completely de-\\nstroyed by the bowmen of England. The yeomanry, too,\\nhave never been what they were, when, in times of peace,\\n134", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0160.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "FALCONBY. I35\\nthey were constantly exercised with the bow, and archery\\nwas a favorite holiday pastime.\\nAmong the other evils which have followed in the train\\nof this fatal invention of gunpowder, the Squire classes the\\ntotal decline of the noble art of falconry. Shooting,\\nhe says, is a skulking, treacherous, solitary sport in\\ncomparison but hawking was a gallant, open, sunshiny\\nrecreation it was the generous sport of hunting carried\\ninto the skies.\\nIt was, moreover, he says, according to Braith-\\nwaite, the stately amusement of high and mounting\\nspirits for, as the old Welsh proverb affirms, in those\\ntimes you might know a gentleman by his hawk, horse,\\nand greyhound. Indeed, a cavalier was seldom seen\\nabroad without his hawk on his fist and even a lady of\\nrank did not think herself completely equipped, in riding\\nforth, unless she had her tassel-gentel held by jesses on\\nher delicate hand. It was thought in those excellent\\ndays, according to an old writer, quite sufficient for\\nnoblemen to winde their horn, and to carry their hawke\\nfair; and leave study and learning to the children of\\nmean people.\\nKnowing the good Squire s hobby, therefore, I have\\nnot been surprised in finding that, among the various\\nrecreations of former times, which he has endeavored to\\nrevive in the little world in which he rules, he has be-\\nstowed great attention on the noble art of falconry. In\\nthis he, of course, has been seconded by his indefatiga-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0161.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "136 BBAGEBBIDQE HALL,\\nble coadjutor, Master Simon and even tlie parson lias\\ntlirown considerable light on their labors, by various\\nhints on the subject, which he has met with in old Eng-\\nlish works. As to the precious work of that famous\\ndame, Juliana Barnes; the Gentleman s Academie, by\\nMarkham and the other well-known treatises that were\\nthe manuals of ancient sportsmen, they have them at\\ntheir fingers ends but they have more especially studied\\nsome old tapestry in the house, whereon is represented a\\nparty of cavaliers and stately dames, with doublets,\\ncaps, and flaunting feathers, mounted on horse, with at-\\ntendants on foot, all in animated pursuit of the game.\\nThe Squire has discountenanced the killing of any\\nhawks in his neighborhood, but gives a liberal bounty for\\nall that are brought him alive so that the Hall is well\\nstocked with all kinds of birds of prey. On these he and\\nMaster Simon have exhausted their patience and in-\\ngenuity, endeavoring to reclaim them, as it is termed,\\nand to train them up for the sport but they have met\\nwith continual checks and disappointments. Their\\nfeathered school has turned out the most untractable and\\ngraceless scholars nor is it the least of their labor to\\ndrill the retainers who were to act as ushers under them,\\nand to take immediate charge of these refractory birds.\\nOld Christy and the gamekeeper both, for a time, set\\ntheir faces against the whole plan of education Christy\\nhaving been nettled at hearing what he terms a wild-\\ngoose chase, put on a par with a fox-hunt; and the game-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0162.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "FALCONRT. 137\\nkeeper having always been accustomed to look upon\\nhawks as arrant poachers, which it was his duty to shoot\\ndown, and nail, in terrorem, against the out-houses.\\nChristy has at length taken the matter in hand, but has\\ndone still more mischief by his intermeddling. He is as\\npositive and wrong-headed about this, as he is about\\nhunting. Master Simon has continual disputes with him\\nas to feeding and training the hawks. He reads to him\\nlong passages from the old authors I have mentioned;\\nbut Christy, who cannot read, has a sovereign contempt\\nfor all book-knowledge, and persists in treating the hawks\\naccording to his own notions, which are drawn from his\\nexperience, in younger days, in the rearing of game-\\ncocks.\\nThe consequence is, that, between these jarring sys-\\ntems, the poor birds have had a most trying and un-\\nhappy time of it. Many have fallen victims to Christy s\\nfeeding and Master Simon s physicking for the latter has\\ngone to work secundem artem, and has given them all the\\nvomitings and scourings laid down in the books never\\nwere poor hawks so fed and physicked before. Others\\nhave been lost by being but half reclaimed or tamed;\\nfor on being taken into the field, they have raked after\\nthe game quite out of hearing of the call, and never re-\\nturned to school.\\nAll these disappointments had been petty, yet sore\\ngrievances to the Squire, and had made him to despond\\nabout success. He has lately, however, been made", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0163.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "138 BBAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nhappy by the receipt of a fine Welsh falcon, which Mas-\\nter Simon terms a stately highflyer. It is a present from\\nthe Squire s friend, Sir Watkyn William Wynne and is,\\nno doubt, a descendant of some ancient line of Welsh\\nprinces of the air, that have long lorded it over their\\nkingdom of clouds, from Wynnstay to the very summit of\\nSnowden, or the brow of Penmanmawr.\\nEver since the Squire received this invaluable present,\\nhe has been as impatient to sally forth and make proof of\\nit, as was Don Quixote to assay his suit of armor. There\\nhave been some demurs as to whether the bird was in\\nproper health and training but these have been over-\\nruled by the vehement desire to play with a new toy and\\nit has been determined, right or wrong, in season or out\\nof season, to have a day s sport in hawking to-morrow.\\nThe Hall, as usual, whenever the Squire is about to\\nmake some new sally on his hobby, is all agog with the\\nthing. Miss Templeton, who is brought up in reverence\\nfor all her guardian s humors, has proposed to be of the\\nparty, and Lady Lillycraft has talked also of riding out\\nto the scene of action and looking on. This has gratified\\nthe old gentleman extremely he hails it as an auspicious\\nomen of the revival of falconry, and does not despair but\\nthe time will come when it will be again the pride of a\\nfine lady to carry about a noble falcon in preference to a\\nparrot or a lap-dog.\\nI have amused myself with the bustling preparations\\nof that busy spirit, Master Simon, and the continual", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0164.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "FALCONET. 139\\nthwartings lie receives from that genuine son of a pep-\\nper-box, old Christy. They have had half a dozen con-\\nsultations about how the hawk is to be prepared for the\\nmorning s sport. Old Nimrod, as usual, has always got\\nin a pet, upon which Master Simon has invariably given\\nup the point, observing, in a good-humored tone, Well,\\nwell, have it your own way, Christy only don t put your-\\nself in a passion a reply which always nettles the old\\nman ten times more than ever.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0165.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "HAWKING.\\nThe soaring hawk, fi-om fist that flies,\\nHer falconer doth constrain,\\nSometimes to range the ground about,\\nTo find her out again\\nAnd if by sight, or sound of bell,\\nHis falcon he may see,\\nWo ho he cries, with cheerful voice\\nThe gladdest man is he.\\nHandfull of Pleasant Delites.\\nT an early liour this morning tlie Hall was in\\na bustle, preparing for the sport of the day.\\nJ I heard Master Simon whistling and singing\\nunder my window at sunrise, as he was preparing the\\njesses for the hawk s legs, and could distinguish now and\\nthen a stanza of one of his favorite old ditties\\nIn peascod time, when hound to horn\\nGives note that buck be kill d\\nAnd little boy with pipe of com\\nIs tending sheep a-field, c.\\nA hearty breakfast, well flanked by cold meats, was\\nserved up in the great hall. The whole garrison of re-\\ntainers and hangers-on were in motion, reinforced by\\n140", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0166.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "ffA WKIWG.\\n141\\nvolunteer idlers from the village. The horses were led\\nup and down before the door everybody had something\\nto say, and something to do, and hurried hither and\\nthither and there was a direful yelping of dogs some\\nthat were to accompany us being eager to set off, and\\nothers that were to stay at home being whipped back to\\ntheir kennels. In short, for once, the good Squire s\\nmansion might have been taken as a good specimen of\\none of the rantipole establishments of the good old feu-\\ndal times.\\nBreakfast being finished, the chivalry of the Hall pre-\\npared to take the field. The fair Julia was of the party,\\nin a hunting-dress, with a light plume of feathers in her\\nriding-hat. As she mounted her favorite galloway, I\\nremarked with pleasure that old Christy forgot his usual\\ncrustiness, and hastened to adjust her saddle and bridle.\\nHe touched his cap as she smiled on him and thanked\\nhim; and then, looking round at the other attendants,\\ngave a knowing nod of his head, in which I read pride\\nand exultation at the charming appearance of his pupil.\\nLady Lillycraft had likewise determined to witness the\\nsport. She was dressed in her broad white beaver, tied\\nunder the chin, and a riding-habit of the last century.\\nShe rode her sleek, ambling pony, whose motion was as\\neasy as a rocking-chair, and was gallantly escorted by the\\ngeneral, who looked not unlike one of the doughty heroes\\nin the old prints of the battle of Blenheim. The parson,\\nlikewise, accompanied her on the other side for this", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0167.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "142 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwas a learned amusement in whicli he took great interest,\\nand, indeed, liad given mucli counsel, from his knowledge\\nof old customs.\\nAt length everything was arranged, and we set off from\\nthe Hall. The exercise on horseback puts one in fine\\nspirits and the scene was gay and animating. The\\nyoung men of the family accompanied Miss Templeton.\\nShe sat lightly and gracefully in her saddle, her plumes\\ndancing and waving in the air and the group had a\\ncharming effect as they appeared and disappeared among\\nthe trees, cantering along with the bounding animation of\\nyouth. The Squire and Master Simon rode together, ac-\\ncompanied by old Christy, mounted on Pepper. The lat-\\nter bore the hawk on his fist, as he insisted the bird was\\nmost accustomed to him. There was a rabble rout on\\nfoot, composed of retainers from the Hall, and some\\nidlers from the village, with two or three spaniels, for the\\npurpose of starting the game.\\nA kind of corps de reserve came on quietly in the rear,\\ncomposed of Lady Lillycraft, General Harbottle, the par-\\nson, and a fat footman. Her ladyship ambled gently\\nalong on her pony, while the general, mounted on a tall\\nhunter, looked down upon her with an air of the most\\nprotecting gallantry.\\nFor my part, being no sportsman, I kept with this last\\nparty, or rather lagged behind, that I might take in the\\nwhole picture and the parson occasionally slackened his\\npace and jogged on in company with me.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0168.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "HAWKING.\\nThe sport led us at some distance from the Hall in a\\nsoft meadow, reeking with the moist verdure of spring\\nA httle river ran through it, bordered by willows, which\\nhad put forth their tender early foliage. The sportsmen\\nwere m quest of herons which were said to keep about\\nthis stream.\\nThere was some disputing, already, among the lead-\\ners of the sport. The Squire, Master Simon, and old\\nChristy, came every now and then to a pause, to consult\\ntogether, like the field-officers in an army; and I saw by\\ncertain motions of the head, that Christy was as positive\\nas any old wrong-headed German commander.\\nAs we were prancing up this quiet meadow, every\\nsound we made was answered by a distinct echo from the\\nsunny wall of an old building on the opposite margin of\\nthe stream; and I paused to listen to this spirit of a\\nsound, which seems to love such quiet and beautiful\\nplaces. The parson informed me that this was the ruin\\nof an ancient grange, and was supposed, by the country\\npeople, to be haunted by a dobbie,-a kind of rural\\nsprite, something like Eobin Goodfellow. They often\\nfancied the echo to be the voice of the dobbie answering\\nthem, and were rather shy of disturbing it after dark.\\nHe added, that the Squire was very careful of this ruin,\\non account of the superstition connected with it. As I\\nconsidered this local habitation of an airy nothing, I\\ncalled to mind the fine description of an echo in Web-\\nster s Duchess of Malfy", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0169.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "14A BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nYond side o th river lies a \u00e2\u0096\u00a0wall\\nPiece of a cloister, which in my opinion\\nGives the best echo that you ever heard\\nSo plain is the distinction of our words,\\nThat many have supposed it a spirit\\nThat answers.\\nThe parson went on to comment on a pleasing and fan-\\nciful appellation wliicli tlie Jews of old gave to the echo,\\nwhich they called Bath-kool, that is to say, the daugh-\\nter of the voice they considered it an oracle, supplying\\nin the second temple the want of the urim and thummim,\\nwith which the first was honored.* The little man was\\njust entering very largely and learnedly upon the subject,\\nwhen we were startled by a prodigious bawling, shout-\\ning, and yelping. A flight of crows, alarmed by the ap-\\nproach of our forces, had suddenly rose from a meadow\\na cry was put up by the rabble rout on foot. Now,\\nChristy now is your time, Christy The Squire and\\nMaster Simon, who were beating up the river banks in\\nquest of a heron, called out eagerly to Christy to keep\\nquiet the old man, vexed and bewildered by the confu-\\nsion of voices, completely lost his head in his flurry he\\nslipped off the hood, cast off the falcon, and away flew\\nthe crows, and away soared the hawk.\\nI had paused on a rising ground, close to Lady Lilly-\\ncraft and her escort, whence I had a good view of the\\nBeleker s Monde enchante.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0170.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "HA WKING. 145\\nsport. I was pleased with the appearance of the party\\nin the meadow, riding along in the direction that the\\nbird flew; their bright beaming faces turned up to the\\nbright skies as they watched the game the attendants\\non foot scampering along, looking up, and calling out\\nand the dogs bounding and yelping with clamorous\\nsympathy.\\nThe hawk had singled out a quarry from among the\\ncarrion crew. It was curious to see the efforts of the two\\nbirds to get above each other; one to make the fatal\\nswoop, the other to avoid it. Now they crossed athwart\\na bright feathery cloud, and now they were against a\\nclear blue sky. I confess, being no sportsman, I was\\nmore interested for the poor bird that was striving for its\\nlife, than for the hawk that was playing the part of a\\nmercenary soldier. At length the hawk got the upper-\\nhand, and made a rushing stoop at her quarry, but the\\nlatter made as sudden a surge downwards, and slanting\\nup again, evaded the blow, screaming and making the\\nbest of his way for a dry tree on the brow of a neighbor-\\ning hill; while the hawk, disappointed of her blow,\\nsoared up again into the air, and appeared to be rak-\\ning off. It was in vain old Christy called, and whis-\\ntled, and endeavored to lure her down she paid no\\nregard to him and, indeed, his calls were drowned in\\nthe shouts and yelps of the army of militia that had fol-\\nlowed him into the field.\\nJust then an exclamation from Lady Lillycraft made\\n10", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0171.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "146 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nme turn my head. I beheld a complete confusion among\\nthe sportsmen in the little vale below us. They were\\ngalloping and running towards the edge of a bank and\\nI was shocked to see Miss Templeton s horse galloping\\nat large without his rider. I rode to the place to which\\nthe others were hurrying, and when I reached the bank,\\nwhich almost overhung the stream, I saw at the foot of\\nit the fair Julia, pale, bleeding, and apparently lifeless,\\nsupported in the arms of her frantic lover.\\nIn galloping heedlessly along, with her eyes turned\\nupward, she had unwarily approached too near the bank\\nit had given way with her, and she and her horse had\\nbeen precipitated to the pebbled margin of the river.\\nI never saw greater consternation. The captain was\\ndistracted. Lady Lillycraft fainting, the Squire in dis-\\nmay, and Master Simon at his wit s ends. The beautiful\\ncreature at length showed signs of returning life she\\nopened her eyes, looked around her upon the anxious\\ngroup, and comprehending in a moment the nature of the\\nscene, gave a sweet smile, and putting her hand in her\\nlover s, exclaimed feebly, I am not much hurt, Guy\\nI could have taken her to my heart for that single ex-\\nclamation.\\nIt was found, indeed, that she had escaped almost\\nmiraculously, with a contusion of the head, a sprained\\nankle, and some slight bruises. After her wound was\\nstanched, she was taken to a neighboring cottage, until\\na carriage could be summoned to convey her home and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0172.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "HAWKING. 147\\nwhen this had arrived, the cavalcade, which had issued\\nforth so gayly on this enterprise, returned slowly and\\npensively to the Hall.\\nI had been charmed by the generous spirit shown by\\nthis young creature, who amidst pain and danger had\\nbeen anxious only to relieve the distress of those around\\nher. I was gratified, therefore, by the universal concern\\ndisplayed by the domestics on our return. They came\\ncrowding down the avenue, each eager to render assist-\\nance. The butler stood ready with some curiously deli-\\ncate cordial; the old housekeeper was provided with half\\na dozen nostrums, prepared by her own hands according\\nto the family receipt-book while her niece, the melting\\nPhoebe, having no other way of assisting, stood wringing\\nher hands, and weeping aloud.\\nThe most material effect that is likely to follow this\\naccident, is a postponement of the nuptials, which were\\nclose at hand. Though I commiserate the impatience of\\nthe captain on that account, yet I should not otherwise\\nbe sorry at the delay, as it will give me a better oppor-\\ntunity of studying the characters here assembled, with\\nwhich I grow more and more entertained.\\nI cannot but perceive that the worthy Squire is quite\\ndisconcerted at the unlucky result of his hawking experi-\\nment, and this unfortunate illustration of his eulogy on\\nfemale equitation. Old Christy, too, is very waspish,\\nhaving been sorely twitted by Master Simon for having\\nlet his hawk fly at carrion. As to the falcon, in the con-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0173.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "148 BRACEBBIBQE HALL.\\nfusion occasioned by tlie fair Julia s disaster, the bird\\nwas totally forgotten. I make no doubt slie lias made\\nthe best of her way back to the hospitable hall of Sir\\nWatkyn Williams Wynne and may very possibly, at\\nthis present writing, be pluming her wings among the\\nbreezy bowers of Wynnstay.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0174.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "ST. MAEK S EVE.\\nO tis a fearful thing to be no more.\\nOr if to be, to wander after death\\nTo walk as spirits do, in brakes all day,\\nAnd when the darkness comes, to glide in paths\\nThat lead to graves and in the silent vault,\\nWhere lies your own pale shroud, to hover o er it,\\nStriving to enter your forbidden corpse.\\nDrtden.\\nHE conversation this evening at supper-table\\ntook a curious turn on the subject of a super-\\nstition, formerly very prevalent in this part of\\nthe country, relative to the present night of the year,\\nwhich is the Eve of St. Mark s. It was believed, the\\nparson informed us, that if any one would watch in the\\nchurch-porch on this eve, for three successive years, from\\neleven to one o clock at night, he would see on the third\\nyear the shades of those of the parish who were to die in\\nthe course of the year, pass by him into church, clad in\\ntheir usual apparel.\\nDismal as such a sight wouldl5e, he assured us that it\\nwas formerly a frequent thing for persons to make the\\nnecessary vigils. He had known more than one instance\\nin his time. One old woman, who pretended to have\\n149", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0175.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "150 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nseen this phantom procession, was an object of great awe\\nfor the whole year afterwards, and caused much uneasi-\\nness and mischief. If she shook her head mysteriously\\nat a person, it was like a death-warrant and she had\\nnearly caused the death of a sick person by looking rue-\\nfully in at the window.\\nThere was also an old man, not many years since, of\\na sullen, melancholy temperament, who had kept two\\nvigils, and began to excite some talk in the village, when,\\nfortunately for the public comfort, he died shortly after\\nhis third watching very probably from a cold that he\\nhad taken, as the night was tempestuous. It was re-\\nported about the village, however, that he had seen his\\nown phantom pass by him into the church.\\nThis led to the mention of another superstition of an\\nequally strange and melancholy kind, which, however, is\\nchiefly confined to Wales. It is respecting what are\\ncalled corpse candles, little wandering fires, of a pale\\nbluish light, that move about like tapers in the open air,\\nand are supposed to designate the way some corpse is to\\ngo. One was seen at Lanylar, late at night, hovering up\\nand down, along the bank of the Istwith, and was\\nwatched by the neighbors until they were tired, and went\\nto bed. Not long afterwards there came a comely coun-\\ntry lass, from Montgomeryshire, to see her friends, who\\ndwelt on the opposite side of the river. She thought to\\nford the stream at the very place where the light had\\nbeen first seen, but was dissuaded on account of the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0176.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "ST. MARK S EYE. 151\\nheight of the flood. She walked to and fro along the\\nbank, just where the candle had moved, waiting for the\\nsubsiding of the water. She at length endeavored to\\ncross, but the poor girl was drowned in the attempt.*\\nThere was something mournful in this little anecdote\\nof rural superstition, that seemed to affect all the lis-\\n/t\\nteners. Indeed, it is curious to remark how completely\\na conversation of the kind will absorb the attention of a\\ncircle, and sober down its gayety, however boisterous.\\nBy degrees I noticed that every one was leaning forward\\nover the table, with eyes earnestly fixed upon the par-\\nson, and at the mention of corpse candles which had\\nbeen seen about the chamber of a young lady who died\\non the eve of her wedding-day, Lady Lillycraft turned\\npale.\\nlave witnessed the introduction of stories of the kind\\ninto various evening circles they were often commenced\\nin jest, and listened to with smiles but I never knew the\\nmost gay or the most enlightened of audiences, that were\\nnot, if the conversation continued for any length of time,\\ncompletely and solemnly interested in it. There is, I be-\\nlieve, a degree of superstition lurking in every mind and\\nI doubt if any one can thoroughly examine all his secret\\nnotions and impulses without detecting it, hidden, per-\\nhaps, even from himself. It seems, in fact, to be a part\\nof our nature, like instinct in animals, acting indepen-\\nAubrey s Miscel.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0177.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "152 BBACEBRIDQE HALL.\\ndently of our reason. It is often found existing in lofty\\nnatures, especially those that are poetical and aspiring.\\nA great and extraordinary poet of our day, whose life and\\nwritings evince a mind subject to powerful exaltations, is\\nsaid to believe in omens and secret intimations. Caesar,\\nit is well known, was greatly under the influence of such\\nbelief; and Napoleon had his good and evil days, and his\\npresiding star.\\ny As to the worthy parson, I have no doubt that he is\\nstrongly inclined to superstition. He is naturally credu-\\nlous, and passes so much of his time searching out popu-\\nlar traditions and supernatural tales, that his mind has\\nprobably become infected by them. He has lately been\\nimmersed in the Demonolatria of Nicholas Remigius,\\nconcerning supernatural occurrences in Lorraine, and the\\nwritings of Joachimus Camerarius, called by Vossius the\\nPhoenix of Germany and he entertains the ladies with\\nstories from them, that make them almost afraid to go to\\nbed at night. I have been charmed myself with some of\\nthe wild little superstitions which he has adduced from\\nBlefkenius, Scheffer, and others, such as those of the\\nLaplanders about the domestic spirits which wake them\\nat night, and summon them to go and fish of Thor, the\\ndeity of thunder, who has power of life and death, health\\nand sickness, and who, armed with the rainbow, shoots\\nhis arrows at those evil demons which live on the tops of\\nrocks and mountains, and infest the lakes of the Juhles\\nor Juhlafolket, vagrant troops of spirits, which roam the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0178.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "ST. MARK S EVE. I53\\nair, and wander up and down by forests and mountains,\\nand the moonlight sides of hills.\\nThe parson never openly professes his belief in ghosts,\\nbut I have remarked that he has a suspicious way of\\npressing great names into the defence of supernatural\\ndoctrines, and making philosophers and saints fight for\\nhim. He expatiates at large on the opinions of the\\nancient philosophers about larves, or nocturnal phan-\\ntoms, the spirits of the wicked, which wandered like\\nexiles about the earth and about those spiritual beings\\nwhich abode in the air, but descended occasionally to-\\nearth, and mingled among mortals, acting as agents be-\\ntween them and the gods. He quotes also from Philo\\nthe rabbi, the contemporary of the apostles, and, ac-\\ncording to some, the friend of St. Paul, who says that\\nthe air is full of spirits of different ranks some destined\\nfor a time to exist in mortal bodies, from which, being\\nemancipated, they pass and repass between heaven\\nand earth, as agents or messengers in the service of the\\nDeity.\\nBut the worthy little man assumes a bolder tone when\\nhe quotes from the fathers of the church; such as St.\\nJerome, who gives it as the opinion of all the doctors,\\nthat the air is filled with powers opposed to each other\\nand Lactantius, who says that corrupt and dangerous\\nspirits wander over the earth, and seek to console them-\\nselves for their own fall by effecting the ruin of the hu-\\nman race and Clemens Alexandrinus, who is of opinion", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0179.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "154 BRAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nthat tlie souls of the blessed have knowledge of what\\npasses among men, the same as angels have.\\nI am now alone in my chamber, but these themes have\\ntaken such hold of my imagination, that I cannot sleep.\\nThe room in which I sit is just fitted to foster such a\\nstate of mind. The walls are hung with tapestry the fig-\\nures of which are faded, and look like unsubstantial\\nshapes melting away from sight. Over the fireplace is\\nthe portrait of a lady, who, according to the house-\\nkeeper s tradition, pined to death for the loss of her\\nlover in the battle of Blenheim. She has a most pale\\nand plaintive countenance, and seems to fix her eyes\\nmournfully upon me. The family have long since re-\\ntired. I have heard their steps die away, and the dis-\\ntant doors clap to after them. The murmur of voices,\\nand the peal of remote laughter, no longer reach the ear.\\nThe clock from the church, in which so many of the for-\\nmer inhabitants of this house lie buried, has chimed the\\nawful hour of midnight.\\nI have sat by the window and mused upon the dusky\\nlandscape, watching the lights disappearing, one by one,\\nfrom the distant village and the moon rising in her\\nsilent majesty, and leading up all the silver pomp of\\nheaven. As I have gazed upon these quiet groves and\\nshadowy lawns, silvered over, and imperfectly lighted by\\nstreaks of dewy moonshine, my mind has been crowded\\nby thick coming fancies, concerning those spiritual\\nbeings which", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0180.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "ST. MASK S EVE. 155\\nwalk the earth\\nUnseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.\\nAre there, indeed, sucli beings? Is this space be-\\ntween us and the Deity filled up by innumerable orders\\nof spiritual beings forming the same gradations between\\nthe human soul and divine perfection, that we see pre-\\nvailing from humanity downwards to the meanest insect\\nIt is a sublime and beautiful doctrine, inculcated by\\nthe early fathers, that there are guardian angels appoint-\\ned to watch over cities and nations to take care of the\\nwelfare of good men, and to guard and guide the steps of\\nhelpless infancy. Nothing, says St. Jerome, gives\\nus a greater idea of the dignity of our soul, than that\\nGod has given each of us, at the moment of our birth, an\\nangel to have care of it.\\nEven the doctrine of departed spirits returning to visit\\nthe scenes and beings which were dear to them during\\nthe body s existence, though it has been debased by the\\nabsurd superstitions of the vulgar, in itself is awfully sol-\\nemn and sublime. However lightly it may be ridiculed,\\nyet the attention involuntarily yielded to it whenever it\\nis made the subject of serious discussion, its prevalence\\nin all ages and countries, and even among newly discov-\\nered nations that have had no previous interchange\\nof thought with other parts of the world, prove it to\\nbe one of those mysterious, and almost instinctive be-\\nliefs to which, if left to ourselves, we should naturally\\nincline.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0181.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "156 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nIn spite of all the pride of reason and philosophy, a\\nvague doubt will still lurk in the mind, and perhaps\\nwill never be perfectly eradicated as it is concerning a\\nmatter that does not admit of positive demonstration.\\nEverything connected with our spiritual nature is full of\\ndoubt and difficulty. We are fearfully and wonderfully\\nmade we are surrounded by mysteries, and we are\\nmysteries even to ourselves. Who yet has been able to\\ncomprehend and describe the nature of the soul, its con-\\nnection with the body, or in what part of the frame it\\nis situated? We know merely that it does exist; but\\nwhence it came, and when it entered into us, and how it\\nis retained, and where it is seated, and how it operates,\\nare all matters of mere speculation and contradictory\\ntheories. If, then, we are thus ignorant of this spiritual\\nessence, even while it forms a part of ourselves, and is\\ncontinually present to our consciousness, how can we\\npretend to ascertain or to deny its powers and operations\\nwhen released from its fleshly prison-house It is more\\nthe manner, therefore, in which this superstition has\\nbeen degraded, than its intrinsic absurdity, that has\\nbrought it into contempt. Eaise it above the frivolous\\npurposes to which it has been applied, strip it of the\\ngloom and horror with which it has been surrounded,\\nand none of the whole circle of visionary creeds could\\nmore delightfully elevate the imagination, or more ten-\\nderly affect the heart. It would become a sovereign\\ncomfort at the bed of death, soothing the bitter tear", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0182.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "ST. MARK S EVE. 157\\nwrung from us by the agony of our mortal separation.\\nWhat could be more consoling than the idea that the\\nsouls of those whom we once loved were permitted to\\nreturn and watch over our welfare That affectionate\\nand guardian spirits sat by our pillows when we slept,\\nkeeping a vigil over our most helpless hours? That\\nbeauty and innocence which had languished into the\\ntomb, yet smiled unseen around us, revealing themselves\\nin those blest dreams wherein we live over again the\\nhours of past endearment. A belief of this kind would, I\\nshould think, be a new incentive to virtue rendering us\\ncircumspect even in our secret moments, from the idea\\nthat those we once loved and honored were invisible wit-\\nnesses of all our actions.\\nIt would take away, too, from that loneliness and des-\\ntitution which we are apt to feel more and more as we\\nget on in our pilgrimage through the wilderness of this\\nworld, and find that those who set forward with us, lov-\\ningly, and cheerily, on the journey, have one by one\\ndropped away from our side. Place the superstition in\\nthis light, and I confess I should like to be a believer in\\nit. I see nothing in it that is incompatible with the ten-\\nder and merciful nature of our religion, nor revolting to\\nthe wishes and affections of the heart.\\nThere are departed beings whom I have loved as I\\nnever again shall love in this world, who have loved me\\nas I never again shall be loved If such beings do ever\\nretain in their blessed spheres the attachments which", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0183.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "158 BBACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nthey felt on earth, if tliey take an interest in the poor\\nconcerns of transient mortality, and are permitted to\\nhold communion with those whom they have loved on\\nearth, I feel as if now, at this deep hour of night, in this\\nsilence and solitude, I could receive their visitation with\\nthe most solemn, but unalloyed delight.\\nIn truth, such visitations would be too happy for this\\nworld they would be incompatible with the nature of this\\nimperfect state of being. We are here placed in a mere\\nscene of spiritual thraldom and restraint. Our souls are\\nshut in and limited by bounds and barriers shackled by\\nmortal infirmities, and subject to all the gross impedi-\\nments of matter. In vain would they seek to act inde-\\npendently of the body, and to mingle together in spirit-\\nual intercourse. They can only act here through their\\nfleshly organs. Their earthly loves are made up of tran-\\nsient embraces and long separations. The most intimate\\nfriendship, of what brief and scattered portions of time\\ndoes it consist We take each other by the hand, and\\nwe exchange a few words and looks of kindness, and we\\nrejoice together for a few short moments, and then days,\\nmonths, years intervene, and we see and know nothing of\\neach other. Or, granting that we dwell together for the\\nfull season of this our mortal life, the grave soon closes\\nits gates between us, and then our spirits are doomed to\\nremain in separation and widowhood; until they meet\\nagain in that more perfect state of being, where soul will\\ndwell with soul in blissful communion, and there will be", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0184.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "ST. MAMK S EVE. I59\\nneither death, nor absence, nor anything else to interrupt\\nour felicity.\\n^4j* In the foregoing paper I have alluded to the writ-\\nings of some of the old Jewish rabbins. They abound\\nwith wild theories but among them are many truly\\npoetical flights; and their ideas are often very beauti-\\nfully expressed. Their speculations on the nature of\\nangels are curious and fanciful, though much resembling\\nthe doctrines of the ancient philosophers. In the writ-\\nings of the Eabbi Eleazer is an account of the temptation\\nof our first parents, and the fall of the angels, which the\\nparson pointed out to me as having probably furnished\\nsome of the groundwork for Paradise Lost.\\nAccording to Eleazer, the ministering angels said to\\nthe Deity, What is there in man that thou makest him\\nof such importance Is he anything else than vanity?\\nfor he can scarcely reason a little on terrestrial things.\\nTo which God replied, Do you imagine that I will be\\nexalted and glorified only by you here above I am the\\nsame below that I am here. Who is there among you\\nthat can call all the creatures by their names There\\nwas none found among them that could do so. At that\\nmoment Adam arose, and called all the creatures by their\\nname. Seeing which, the ministering angels said among\\nthemselves, Let us consult together how we may cause\\nAdam to sin against the Creator, otherwise he will not\\nfail to become our master.\\nSammael, who was a great prince in the heavens, was", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0185.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "160 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\npresent at this council, witli the saints of the first order,\\nand the seraphim of six bands. Sammael chose several\\nout of the twelve orders to accompany him, and de-\\nscended below, for the purpose of visiting all the crea-\\ntures which God had created. He found none more cun-\\nning and more fit to do evil than the serpent.\\nThe Eabbi then treats of the seduction and the fall of\\nman of the consequent fall of the demon, and the pun-\\nishment which God inflicted on Adam, Eve, and the ser-\\npent. He made them all come before him pronounced\\nnine maledictions on Adam and Eve, and condemned them\\nto suffer death and he precipitated Sammael and all his\\nband from heaven. He cut off the feet of the serpent,\\nwhich had before the figure of a camel, (Sammael having\\nbeen mounted on him,) and he cursed him among all\\nbeasts and animals.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0186.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "GENTILITY.\\nTrue Gentrie standeth in the trade\\nOf virtuous life, not in the fleshly line\\nFor bloud is knit, but Gentrie is divine.\\nMirror for Magistrates.\\nHAVE menticMied some peculiarities of the\\nSquire in tlie education of his sons but I\\nwould not have it thought that his instructions\\nwere directed chiefly to their personal accomplishments.\\nHe took great pains also to form their minds, and to in-\\nculcate what he calls good old English principles, such as\\nare laid down in the writings of Peachem and his contem-\\nporaries. There is one author of whom he cannot speak\\nwithout indignation, which is Chesterfield. He avers\\nthat he did much, for a time, to injure the true national\\ncharacter, and to introduce, instead of open manly sin-\\ncerity, a hollow perfidious courtliness. His maxims,\\nhe affirms, were calculated to chill the delightful enthu-\\nsiasm of youth, and to make them ashamed of that ro-\\nmance which is the dawn of generous manhood, and to\\nimpart to them a cold polish and a premature worldli-\\nness.\\nMany of Lord Chesterfield s maxims would make a\\n11 161", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0187.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "162 BRACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nyoung man a mere man of pleasure but an Englisli gen-\\ntleman sliould not be a mere man of pleasure. He lias\\nno right to such, selfisli indulgence. His ease, liis lei-\\nsure, liis opulence, are debts due to his country, which he\\nmust ever stand ready to discharge. He should be a\\nman at all points; simple, frank, courteous, intelligent,\\naccomplished, and informed; upright, intrepid, and dis-\\ninterested; one who can mingle among freemen; who\\ncan cope with statesmen who can champion his country\\nand its rights either at home or abroad. In a country\\nlike England, where there is such free and unbounded\\nscope for the exertion of intellect, and where opinion and\\nexample have such weight with the people, every gentle-\\nman of fortune and leisure should feel himself bound to\\nemploy himself in some way towards promoting the pros-\\nperity or glory of the nation. In a country where intel-\\nlect and action are trammeled and restrained, men of\\nrank and fortune may become idlers and triflers with im-\\npunity but an English coxcomb is inexcusable and\\nthis, perhaps, is the reason why he is the most offensive\\nand insupportable coxcomb in the world.\\nThe Squire, as Frank Bracebridge informs me, would\\noften hold forth in this manner to his sons when they\\nwere about leaving the paternal roof one to travel\\nabroad, one to go to the army, and one to the university.\\nHe used to have them with him in the library, which is\\nhung with the portraits of Sydney, Surrey, Raleigh,\\nWyat, and others. Look at those models of true Eng-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0188.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "QENTILITT. 163\\nlish. gentlemen, my sons, lie would say with enthusiasm\\nthose were men that wreathed the graces of the most\\ndelicate and refined taste around the stern virtues of the\\nsoldiers; that mingled what was gentle and gracious\\nwith what was hardy and manly that possessed the true\\nchivalry of spirit which is the exalted essence of man-\\nhood. They are the lights by which the youth of the\\ncountry should array themselves. They were the pat-\\nterns and idols of their country at home they were the\\nillustrators of its dignity abroad. Surrey, says Cam-\\nden, was the first nobleman that illustrated his high\\nbirth with the beauty of learning. He was acknowledged\\nto be the gallantest man, the politest lover, and the com-\\npletest gentleman of his time. And as to Wyat, his\\nfriend Surrey most amiably testifies of him, that his per-\\nson was majestic and beautiful, his visage stern and\\nmild that he sung, and played the lute with remark-\\nable sweetness spoke foreign languages with grace and\\nfluency, and possessed an inexhaustible fund of wit. And\\nsee what a high commendation is passed upon these\\nillustrious friends They were the two chieftains, who,\\nhaving travelled into Italy, and there tasted the sweet\\nand stately measures and style of the Italian poetry,\\ngreatly polished our rude and homely manner of vulgar\\npoetry from what it had been before, and therefore may\\nbe justly called the reformers of our English poetry and\\nstyle. And Sir Philip Sydney, who has left us such\\nmonuments of elegant thought and generous sentiment,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0189.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "164 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nand wlio illustrated tis chivalrous spirit so gloriously in\\ntlie field. And Sir Walter E-aleigli, the elegant courtier,\\nthe intrepid soldier, the enterprising discoverer, the en-\\nlightened philosopher, the magnanimous martyr. These\\nare the men for English gentlemen to study. Chester-\\nfield, with his cold and courtly maxims, would have\\nchilled and impoverished such spirits. He would have\\nblighted all the budding romance of their temperaments.\\nSydney would never have written his Arcadia, nor Sur-\\nrey have challenged the world in vindication of the\\nbeauties of his Geraldine. These are the men, my sons,\\nthe Squire will continue, that show to what our na-\\ntional character may be exalted, when its strong and\\npowerful qualities are duly wrought up and refined. The\\nsolidest bodies are capable of the highest polish and\\nthere is no character that may be wrought to a more ex-\\nquisite and unsullied brightness than that of the true\\nEnglish gentleman.\\nWhen Guy was about to depart for the army, the\\nSquire again took him aside, and gave him a long exhor-\\ntation. He warned him against that affectation of cold-\\nblooded indifference which he was told was cultivated by\\nthe young British officers, among whom it was a study to\\nsink the soldier in the mere man of fashion. A sol-\\ndier, said he, without pride and enthusiasm in his pro-\\nfession, is a mere sanguinary hireling. Nothing distin-\\nguishes him from the mercenary bravo but a spirit of\\npatriotism, or thirst for glory. It is the fashion, nowa-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0190.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "GENTILITY. 165\\ndays, my son, said he, to laugh at the spirit of chiv-\\nalry when that spirit is really extinct, the profession of\\nthe soldier becomes a mere trade of blood. He then set\\nbefore him the conduct of Edward the Black Prince,\\nwho is his mirror of chivalry valiant, generous, affable,\\nhumane gallant in the field. But when he came to\\ndwell on his courtesy toward his prisoner, the king of\\nFrance how he received him in his tent, rather as a\\nconqueror than as a captive attended on him at table\\nlike one of his retinue rode uncovered beside him on\\nhis entry into London, mounted on a common palfrey,\\nwhile his prisoner was mounted in state on a white\\nsteed of stately beauty the tears of enthusiasm stood\\nin the old gentleman s eyes.\\nFinally, on taking leave, the good Squire put in his\\nson s hands, as a manual, one of his favorite old volumes,\\nthe Life of the Chevalier Bayard, by Godefroy on a\\nblank page of which he had written an extract from the\\nMorte d Arthur, containing the eulogy of Sir Ector over\\nthe body of Sir Launcelot of the Lake, which the Squire\\nconsiders as comprising the excellencies of a true soldier.\\nAh, Sir Launcelot thou wert head of all Christian\\nknights now there thou liest thou were never matched\\nof none earthly knights-hands. And thou wert the cur-\\ntiest knight that ever bare shield. And thou were the\\ntruest friend to thy lover that ever bestrood horse and\\nthou were the truest lover of a sinfull man that ever loved\\nwoman. And thou were the kindest man that ever strook", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0191.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "166 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwith, sword and tliou were tlie goodliest person tliat ever\\ncame among tlie presse of knights. And thou were the\\nmeekest man and the gentlest that ever eate in hall\\namong ladies. And thou were the sternest knight to thy\\nmortal foe that ever put speare in rest.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0192.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "FOETUNE -TELLING.\\nEacli city, eachi town, and every village,\\nAffords us either an alms or pillage.\\nAnd if the weather be cold and raw,\\nThen in a barn we tumble on straw.\\nIf warm and fair, by yea-cock and nay-cock.\\nThe fields will afEord us a hedge or a hay-cock.\\nMerry Beggars.\\n^^Ml S I was walkiiig one evening witli the Oxonian,\\nMaster Simon, and the general, in a meadow\\nPp^il not far from the village, we heard the sound of\\na fiddle, rudely played, and looking in the direction\\nwhence it came, we saw a thread of smoke curling up\\nfrom among the trees. The sound of music is always\\nattractive for, wherever there is music, there is good-\\nhumor, or good-will. We passed along a footpath, and\\nhad a peep, through a break in the hedge, at the musi-\\ncian and his party, when the Oxonian gave us a wink,\\nand told us that if we would follow him, we should have\\nsome sport.\\nIt proved to be a gypsy encampment, consisting of\\nthree or four little cabins or tents, made of blankets and\\nsail-cloth, spread over hoops stuck in the ground. It\\nwas on one side of a green lane, close under a hawthorn\\n167", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0193.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "168 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nhedge, witli a broad beecli-tree spreading above it. A\\nsmall rill tinkled along close by through the fresh sward,\\nthat looked like a carpet.\\nA tea-kettle was hanging by a crooked piece of iron\\nover a fire made from dry sticks and leaves, and two old\\ngypsies, in red cloaks, sat crouched on the grass, gossip-\\ning over their evening cup of tea; for these creatures,\\nthough they live in the open air, have their ideas of fire-\\nside comforts. There were two or three children sleep-\\ning on the straw with which the tents were littered a\\ncouple of donkeys were grazing in the lane, and a\\nthievish-looking dog was lying before the fire. Some of\\nthe younger gypsies were dancing to the music of a fid-\\ndle, played by a tall, slender stripling, in an old frock-\\ncoat, with a peacock s feather stuck in his hatband.\\nAs we approached, a gypsy girl, with a pair of fine\\nroguish eyes, came up, and, as usual, offered to tell our\\nfortunes. I could not but admire a certain degree of\\nslattern elegance about the baggage. Her long black\\nsilken hair was curiously plaited in numerous small\\nbraids, and negligently put up in a picturesque style that\\na painter might have been proud to have devised. Her\\ndress was of figured chintz, rather ragged, and not over-\\nclean, but of a variety of most harmonious and agreeable\\ncolors for these beings have a singularly fine eye for\\ncolors. Her straw hat was in her hand, and a red cloak\\nthrown over one arm.\\nThe Oxonian offered at once to have his fortune told,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0194.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0197.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0198.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "FOBTUNE-TELLINQ. 169\\nand the girl began with the usual volubility of her race\\nbut he drew her on one side, near the hedge, as he said\\nhe had no idea of having his secrets overheard. I saw\\nhe was talking to her instead of she to him, and by his\\nglancing towards us now and then, that he was giving the\\nbaggage some private hints. When they returned to us,\\nhe assumed a very serious air. Zounds said he,\\nit s very astonishing how these creatures come by their\\nknowledge this girl has told me some things that I\\nthought no one knew but myself\\nThe girl now assailed the general Come, your\\nhonor, said she, I see by your face you re a lucky\\nman; but you re not happy in your mind; you re not,\\nindeed, sir but have a good heart, and give me a good\\npiece of silver, and I ll tell you a nice fortune.\\nThe general had received all her approaches with a\\nbanter, and had suffered her to get hold of his hand but\\nat the mention of the piece of silver, he hemmed, looked\\ngrave, and turning to us, asked if we had not better con-\\ntinue our walk. Come, my master, said the girl,\\narchly, you d not be in such a hurry if you knew all\\nthat I could tell you about a fair lady that has a notion\\nfor you. Come, sir, old love burns strong there s many\\na one comes to see weddings that go away brides them-\\nselves Here the girl whispered something in a low\\nvoice, at which the general colored up, was a little flut-\\ntered, and suffered himself to be drawn aside under the\\nhedge, where he appeared to listen to her with great", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0199.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "170 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nearnestness, and at the end paid her half-a-crown with\\nthe air of a man that has got the worth of his money.\\nThe girl next made her attack upon Master Simon,\\nwho, however, was too old a bird to be caught, knowing\\nthat it would end in an attack upon his purse, about\\nwhich he is a little sensitive. As he has a great notion,\\nhowever, of being considered a roister, he chucked her\\nunder the chin, played her off with rather broad jokes,\\nand put on something of the rake-helly air that we see\\nnow and then assumed on the stage by the sad-boy gen-\\ntlemen of the old school. Ah, your honor, said the\\ngirl, with a malicious leer, you were not in such a tan-\\ntrum last year, when I told you about the widow, you\\nknow who but if you had taken a friend s advice, you d\\nnever have come away from Doncaster races with a flea\\nin your ear\\nThere was a secret sting in this speech that seemed\\nquite to disconcert Master Simon. He jerked away his\\nhand in a pet, smacked his whip, whistled to his dogs,\\nand intimated that it was high time to go home. The\\ngirl, however, was determined not to lose her harvest.\\nShe now turned upon me, and, as I have a weakness of\\nspirit where there is a pretty face concerned, she soon\\nwheedled me out of my money, and, in return, read me\\na fortune which, if it prove true, and I am determined\\nto believe it, will make me one of the luckiest men in the\\nchronicles of Cupid.\\nI saw that the Oxonian was at the bottom of all this", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0200.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "FORTUNE-TELLING. 171\\noracular mystery, and was disposed to amuse liimself\\nwitli the general, whose tender approaches to the widow\\nhave attracted the notice of the wag. I was a little\\ncurious, however, to know the meaning of the dark hints\\nwhich had so suddenly disconcerted Master Simon and\\ntook occasion to fall in the rear with the Oxonian on our\\nway home, when he laughed heartily at my questions,\\nand gave me ample information on the subject.\\nThe truth of the matter is, that Master Simon has met\\nwith a sad rebuff since my Christmas visit to the Hall.\\nHe used at that time to be joked about a widow, a fine\\ndashing woman, as he privately informed me. I had\\nsupposed the pleasure he betrayed on these occasions,\\nresulted from the usual fondness of old bachelors for\\nbeing teased about getting married, and about flirting,\\nand being fickle and false-hearted. I am assured, how-\\never, that Master Simon had really persuaded himself\\nthe widow had a kindness for him in consequence of\\nwhich he had been at some extraordinary expense in new\\nclothes, and had actually got Frank Bracebridge to order\\nhim a coat from Stultz. He began to throw out hints\\nabout the importance of a man s settling himself in life\\nbefore he grew old he would look grave whenever the\\nwidow and matrimony were mentioned in the same sen-\\ntence and privately asked the opinion of the Squire and\\nparson about the prudence of marrying a widow with a\\nrich jointure, but who had several children.\\nAn important member of a great family connection", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0201.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "172 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ncannot harp mucli upon the theme of matrimony without\\nits taking wind and it soon got buzzed about that Mr.\\nSimon Bracebridge was actually gone to Doncaster races,\\nwith a new horse but that he meant to return in a cur-\\nricle with a lady by his side. Master Simon did, indeed,\\ngo to the races, and that with a new horse and the\\ndashing widow did make her appearance in her curricle\\nbut it was unfortunately driven by a strapping young\\nIrish dragoon, with whom even Master Simon s self-\\ncomplacency would not allow him to venture into compe-\\ntition, and to whom she was married shortly afterwards.\\nIt was a matter of sore chagrin to Master Simon for\\nseveral months, having never before been fully com-\\nmitted. The dullest head in the family had a joke upon\\nhim and there is no one that likes less to be bantered\\nthan an absolute joker. He took refuge for a time at\\nLady Lillycraft s until the matter should blow over;\\nand occupied himself by looking over her accounts, regu-\\nlating the village choir, and inculcating loyalty into a\\npet bullfinch, by teaching him to whistle God save the\\nKing.\\nHe has now pretty nearly recovered from the mortifi-\\ncation holds up his head, and laughs as much as any\\none again affects to pity married men, and is particu-\\nlarly facetious about widows, when Lady Lilly craft is\\nnot by. His only time of trial is when the general gets\\nhold of him, who is infinitely heavy and persevering in\\nhis waggery, and will interweave a dull joke through the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0202.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "FOBTUNE-TELLING. 173\\nvarious topics of a whole dinner-time. Master Simon\\noften parries these attacks by a stanza from his old\\nwork of Cupid s Solicitor for Love\\nTis in vain to wooe a widow over long,\\nIn once or twice her mind you may perceive\\nWidows are subtle, be they old or young.\\nAnd by their wiles young men they will deceive.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0203.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "LOVE-CHARMS.\\nCome, do not weep, my girl.\\nForget him, pretty pensiveness there will\\nCome others, every day, as good as he.\\nSir J. Suckling.\\nHE approacli of a wedding in a family is always\\nan event of great importance, but particularly\\nso in a household like this, in a retired part of\\nthe country. Master Simon, who is a pervading spirit,\\nand, through means of the butler and housekeeper,\\nknows everything that goes forward, tells me that the\\nmaid-servants are continually trying their fortunes, and\\nthat the servants -hall has of late been quite a scene of\\nincantation.\\nIt is amusing to notice how the oddities of the head of\\na family flow down through all the branches. The\\nSquire, in the indulgence of his love of everything which\\nsmacks of old times, has held so many grave conversa-\\ntions with the parson at table, about popular supersti-\\ntions and traditional rites, that they have been carried\\nfrom the parlor to the kitchen by the listening domes-\\ntics, and, being apparently sanctioned by such high\\nauthority, the whole house has become infected by them.\\n174", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0204.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "L0VE-CEABM8. 175\\nTlie servants are all versed in the common modes of\\ntrying luck, and tlie charms to insure constancy. They\\nread their fortunes by drawing strokes in the ashes, or\\nby repeating a form of words, and looking in a pail of\\nwater. St. Mark s Eve, I am told, was a busy time with\\nthem being an appointed night for certain mystic cere-\\nmonies. Several of them sowed hemp-seed to be reaped\\nby their true lovers and they even ventured upon the\\nsolemn and fearful preparation of the dumb-cake. This\\nmust be done fasting, and in silence. The ingredients are\\nhanded down in traditional form. An eggshell full of\\nsalt, an egg-shell full of malt, and an eggshell full of\\nbarley-meal. When the cake is ready, it is put upon a\\npan over the fire, and the future husband will appear,\\nturn the cake, and retire but if a word is spoken, or a\\nfast is broken, during this awful ceremony, there is no\\nknowing what horrible consequences would ensue\\nThe experiments, in the present instance, came to no\\nresult they that sowed the hemp-seed forgot the magic\\nrhyme that they were to pronounce, so the true lover\\nnever appeared and as to the dumb-cake, what between\\nthe awful stillness they had to keep, and the awfulness of\\nthe midnight hour, their hearts failed them when they\\nhad put the cake in the pan so that, on the striking\\nof the great house-clock in the servants -hall, they were\\nseized with a sudden panic, and ran out of the room, to\\nwhich they did not return until morning, when they\\nfound the mystic cake burnt to a cinder.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0205.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "176 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nThe most persevering at these spells, however, is\\nPhoebe Wilkins, the housekeeper s niece. As she is a\\nkind of privileged personage, and rather idle, she has\\nmore time to occupy herself with these matters. She has\\nalways had her head full of love and matrimony. She\\nknows the dream-book by heart, and is quite an oracle\\namong the little girls of the family, who always come to\\nher to interpret their dreams in the mornings.\\nDuring the present gayety of the house, however, the\\npoor girl has worn a face full of trouble and, to use the\\nhousekeeper s words, has fallen into a sad hystericky\\nway lately. It seems that she was born and brought up\\nin the village, where her father was parish clerk, and she\\nwas an early playmate and sweetheart of young Jack\\nTibbets. Since she has come to live at the Hall, how-\\never, her head has been a little turned. Being very\\npretty, and naturally genteel, she has been much noticed\\nand indulged and being the housekeeper s niece, she has\\nheld an equivocal station between a servant and a com-\\npanion. She has learnt something of fashions and no-\\ntions among the young ladies, which have effected quite\\na metamorphosis; insomuch that her finery at church\\non Sundays has given mortal offence to her former inti-\\nmates in the village. This has occasioned the misrepre-\\nsentations which have awakened the implacable family\\npride of Dame Tibbets. But what is worse, Phoebe,\\nhaving a spice of coquetry in her disposition, showed it\\non one or two occasions to her lover, which produced a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0206.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "LO VE-CHABM8. 177\\ndownriglit quarrel and Jack, being very proud and fiery,\\nhas absolutely turned his back upon her for several\\nsuccessive Sundays.\\nThe poor girl is full of sorrow and repentance, and\\nwould fain make up with her lover; but he feels his\\nsecurity, and stands aloof. In this he is doubtless en-\\ncouraged by his mother, who is continually reminding\\nhim what he owes to his family for this same family\\npride seems doomed to be the eternal bane of lovers.\\nAs I hate to see a pretty face in trouble, I have felt\\nquite concerned fcfr the luckless Phoebe, ever since I\\nheard her story. It is a sad thing to be thwarted in love\\nat any time, but particularly so at this tender season of\\nthe year, when every living thing, even to the very but-\\nterfly, is sporting -^ith its mate and the green fields, and\\nthe budding groves, and the singing of the birds, and the\\nsweet smell of the flowers, are enough to turn the head\\nof a love-sick girl. I am told that the coolness of young\\nReady-Money lies very heavy at poor Phoebe s heart. In-\\nstead of singing about the house as formerly, she goes\\nabout pale and sighing, and is apt to break into tears\\nwhen her companions are full of merriment.\\nMrs. Hannah, the vestal gentlewoman of my Lady\\nLillycraft, has had long talks and walks with Phoebe, up\\nand down the avenue, of an evening and has endeavored\\nto squeeze some of her own verjuice into the other s\\nmilky nature. She speaks with contempt and abhorrence\\nof the whole sex, and advises Phoebe to despise all the\\n12", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0207.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "178 BBAGEBBIBGE HALL.\\nmen as heartily as slie does. But Phoebe s loving temper\\nis not to be curdled she has no such thing as hatred or\\ncontempt for mankind in her whole composition. She\\nhas all the simple fondness of heart of poor, weak, loving\\nwoman and her only thoughts at present are, how to\\nconciliate and reclaim her wayward swain.\\nThe spells and love-charms, which are matters of sport\\nto the other domestics, are serious concerns with this\\nlove-stricken damsel. She is continually trying her for-\\ntune in a variety of ways. I am told that she has abso-\\nlutely fasted for six Wednesdays and three Fridays suc-\\ncessively, having understood that it was a sovereign\\ncharm to insure being married to one s liking within the\\nyear. She carries about, also, a lock of her sweetheart s\\nhair, and a riband he once gave her, being a mode of pro-\\nducing constancy in a lover. She even went so far as to\\ntry her fortune by the moon, which has always had much\\nto do with lovers dreams and fancies. For this purpose\\nshe went out in the night of the full moon, knelt on a\\nstone in the meadow, and repeated the old traditional\\nrhyme\\nAll hail to thee, moon, all hail to thee\\nI pray thee, good moon, now show to me\\nThe youth who my future husband shall be.\\nWhen she came back to the house, she was faint and\\npale, and went immediately to bed. The next morning\\nshe told the porter s wife that she had seen some one", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0208.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "LOVE-GHAItMS. 179\\nclose by the hedge in the meadow, which she was sure\\nwas young Tibbets at any rate, she had dreamt of him\\nall night both of which, the old dame assured her, were\\nmost happy signs. It has since turned out that the per-\\nson in the meadow was old Christy, the huntsman, who\\nwas walking his nightly rounds with the great stag-\\nhound so that Phoebe s faith in the charm is completely\\nshaken.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0209.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "THE LIBEARY.\\nESTEEDAY the fair Julia made her first ap-\\npearance down-stairs since her accident; and\\nthe sight of her spread an universal cheerful-\\nness through the household. She was extremely pale,\\nhowever, and could not walk without pain and difficulty.\\nShe was assisted, therefore, to a sofa in the library, which\\nis pleasant and retired, looking out among trees, and so\\nquiet that the little birds come hopping upon the win-\\ndows, and peering curiously into the apartment. Here\\nseveral of the family gathered round, and devised means\\nto amuse her, and make the day pass pleasantly. Lady\\nLillycraft lamented the want of some new novel to while\\naway the time and was almost in a pet, because the\\nAuthor of Waverley had not produced a work for the\\nlast three months.\\nThere was a motion made to call on the parson for\\nsome of his old legends or ghost-stories but to this Lady\\nLillycraft objected, as they were apt to give her the\\nvapors. General Harbottle gave a minute account, for\\nthe sixth time, of the disaster of a friend in India, who\\nhad his leg bitten off by a tiger whilst he was hunting,\\n180", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0210.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE LIBBABY. 181\\nand was proceeding to menace the company with a chap-\\nter or two about Tippoo Saib.\\nAt length the captain bethought himself, and said he\\nbelieved he had a manuscript tale lying in one corner of\\nhis campaigning trunk, which, if he could find, and the\\ncompany were desirous, he would read to them. The\\noffer was eagerly accepted. He retired, and soon re-\\nturned with a roll of blotted manuscript, in a very gentle-\\nmanlike, but nearly illegible hand, and a great part writ-\\nten on cartridge paper.\\nIt is one of the scribblings, said he, of my poor\\nfriend, Charles Lightly, of the dragoons. He was a curi-\\nous, romantic, studious, fanciful fellow the favorite, and\\noften the unconscious butt of his fellow-officers, who en-\\ntertained themselves with his eccentricities. He was in\\nsome of the hardest service in the peninsula, and distin-\\nguished himself by his gallantry. When the intervals of\\nduty permitted, he was fond of roving about the country,\\nvisiting noted places, and was extremely fond of Moorish\\nruins. When at his quarters, he was a great scribbler,\\nand passed much of his leisure with his pen in his hand.\\nAs I was a much younger officer, and a very young\\nman, he took me, in a manner, under his care, and we be-\\ncame close friends. He used often to read his writings to\\nme, having a great confidence in my taste, for I always\\npraised them. Poor fellow he was shot down close by\\nme at Waterloo. We lay wounded together for some time\\nduring a hard contest that took place near at hand. As", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0211.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "182 BRACEBRIBGE HALL.\\nI was least hurt, I tried to relieve him, and to stanch the\\nblood which flowed from a wound in his breast. He lay\\nwith his head in my lap, and looked up thankfully in my\\nface, but shook his head faintly, and made a sign that it\\nwas all over with him and, indeed, he died a few min-\\nutes afterwards, just as our men had repulsed the enemy,\\nand came to our relief. I have his favorite dog and his\\npistols to this day, and several of his manuscripts, which\\nhe gave to me at different times. The one I am now go-\\ning to read is a tale which he said he wrote in Spain,\\nduring the time that he lay ill of a wound received at\\nSalamanca.\\nWe now arranged ourselves to hear the story. The\\ncaptain seated himself on the sofa, beside the fair Julia,\\nwho I had noticed to be somewhat affected by the picture\\nhe had carelessly drawn of wounds and dangers in a field\\nof battle. She now leaned her arm fondly on his shoul-\\nder, and her eye glistened as it rested on the manuscript\\nof the poor literary dragoon. Lady Lillycraft buried her-\\nself in a deep, well-cushioned elbow-chair. Her dogs\\nwere nestled on soft mats at her feet, and the gallant\\ngeneral took his station in an arm-chair at her side, and\\ntoyed with her elegantly ornamented work-bag. The rest\\nof the circle being all equally well accommodated, the\\ncaptain began his story a copy of which I have procured\\nfor the benefit of the reader.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0212.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA.\\nWhat a life doe I lead with my master nothing but blowing of bellowes,\\nbeating of spirits, and scraping of croslets It is a very secret science, for\\nnone almost can understand the language of it. Sublimation, almigation, cal-\\ncination, rubiflcation, albification, and fermentation with as many termes\\nunpossible to be uttered as the arte to be compassed. Lilly s Gallathea.\\nNCE upon a time, in the ancient city of Gre-\\nnada, there sojourned a young man of the name\\nof Antonio de Castros. He wore the garb of a\\nstudent of Salamanca, and was pursuing a course of read-\\ning in the library of the university and, at intervals of\\nleisure, indulging his curiosity by examining those re-\\nmains of Moorish magnificence for which Grenada is\\nrenowned.\\nWhilst occupied in his studies, he frequently noticed\\nan old man of singular appearance, who was likewise\\na visitor to the library. He was lean and withered,\\nthough apparently more from study than from age. His\\neyes, though bright and visionary, were sunk in his head,\\nand thrown into shade by overhanging eyebrows. His\\ndress was always the same, a black doublet, a short\\nblack coat, very rusty and threadbare, a small ruff, and a\\nlarge overshadowing hat.\\n183", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0213.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "184 BBACEBBIDGE EALL.\\nHis appetite for knowledge seemed insatiable. He\\nwould pass whole days in the library, absorbed in study,\\nconsulting a multiplicity of authors, as though he were\\npursuing some interesting subject through all its ramifi-\\ncations so that, when evening came, he was almost\\nburied among books and manuscripts.\\nThe curiosity of Antonio was excited, and he inquired\\nof the attendants concerning the stranger. No one could\\ngive him any information, excepting that he had been for\\nsome time past a casual frequenter of the library that\\nhis reading lay chiefly among works treating of the oc-\\ncult sciences, and that he was particularly curious in his\\ninquiries after Arabian manuscripts. They added, that\\nhe never held communication with any one, excepting to\\nask for particular works that, after a fit of studious ap-\\nplication, he would disappear for several days, and even\\nweeks, and when he revisited the library, he would look\\nmore withered and haggard than ever. The student felt\\ninterested by this account he was leading rather a de-\\nsultory life, and had all that capricious curiosity which\\nsprings up in idleness. He determined to make himself\\nacquainted with this book-worm, and find out who and\\nwhat he was.\\nThe next time that he saw the old man at the library,\\nhe commenced his approaches by requesting permission\\nto look into one of the volumes with which the un-\\nknown appeared to have done. The latter merely bowed\\nhis head in token of assent. After pretending to look", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0214.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "TEE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 185\\nthrough the volume with great attention, he returned it\\nwith many acknowledgments. The stranger made no\\nreply.\\nMay I ask, senor, said Antonio, with some hesita-\\ntion, may I ask what you are searching after in all\\nthese books\\nThe old man raised his head, with an expression of\\nsurprise at having his studies interrupted for the first\\ntime, and by so intrusive a question. He surveyed the\\nstudent with a side-glance from head to foot Wis-\\ndom, my son, said he, calmly: and the search requires\\nevery moment of my attention. He then cast his eyes\\nupon his book and resumed his studies.\\nBut, father, said Antonio, cannot you spare a mo-\\nment to point out the road to others? It is to experi-\\nenced travellers, like you, that we strangers in the path of\\nknowledge must look for directions on our journey.\\nThe stranger looked disturbed I have not time\\nenough, my son, to learn, said he, much less to teach.\\nI am ignorant myself of the path of true knowledge\\nhow then can I show it to others\\nWell, but father\\nSeiior, said the old man, mildly, but earnestly, you\\nmust see that I have but a few more steps to the grave.\\nIn that short space have I to accomplish the whole busi-\\nness of my existence. I have no time for words every\\nword is as one grain of sand of my glass wasted. Suffer\\nme to be alone.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0215.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "186 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nThere was no replying to so complete a closing of tlie\\ndoor of intimacy. The student found himself calmly but\\ntotally repulsed. Though curious and inquisitive, he was\\nnaturally modest, and on after-thoughts blushed at his\\nown intrusion. His mind soon became occupied by other\\nobjects. He passed several days wandering among the\\nmouldering piles of Moorish, architecture, those melan-\\ncholy monuments of an elegant and voluptuous people.\\nHe paced the deserted halls of the Alhambra, the para-\\ndise of the Moorish kings. He visited the great court of\\nthe lions, famous for the perfidious massacre of the gal-\\nlant Abencerrages. He gazed with admiration at its\\nMosaic cupolas, gorgeously painted in gold and azure\\nits basins of marble, its alabaster vase, supported by\\nlions, and storied with inscriptions.\\nHis imagination kindled as he wandered among these\\nscenes. They were calculated to awaken all the enthusi-\\nasm of a youthful mind. Most of the halls have ancient-\\nly been beautified by fountains. The fine taste of the\\nArabs delighted in the sparkling purity and reviving\\nfreshness of water, and they erected, as it were, altars\\non every side, to that delicate element. Poetry mingles\\nwith architecture in the Alhambra. It breathes along\\nthe very walls. Wherever Antonio turned his eye, he\\nbeheld inscriptions in Arabic, wherein the perpetuity of\\nMoorish power and splendor within these walls was con-\\nfidently predicted. Alas! how has the prophecy been\\nfalsified Many of the basins, where the fountains had", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0216.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 187\\nonce thrown up their sparkling showers, were dry and\\ndusty. Some of the palaces were turned into gloomy\\nconvents, and the barefoot monk paced through those\\ncourts which had once glittered with the array and\\nechoed to the music of Moorish chivalry.\\nIn the course of his rambles, the student more than\\nonce encountered the old man of the library. He was\\nalways alone, and so full of thought as not to notice any\\none about him. He appeared to be intent upon studying\\nthose half-buried inscriptions, which are found, here and\\nthere, among the Moorish ruins, and seem to murmur\\nfrom the earth the tale of former greatness. The greater\\npart of these have since been translated but they were\\nsupposed by many, at the time, to contain symbolical\\nrevelations, and golden maxims of the Arabian sages and\\nastrologers. As Antonio saw the stranger apparently de-\\nciphering these inscriptions, he felt an eager longing to\\nmake his acquaintance, and to participate in his curious\\nresearches but the repulse he had met with at the libra-\\nry deterred him from making any further advances.\\nHe had directed his steps one evening to the sacred\\nmount which overlooks the beautiful valley watered by\\nthe Darro, the fertile plains of the Vega, and all that rich\\ndiversity of vale and mountain which surrounds Grenada\\nwith an earthly paradise. It was twilight when he found\\nhimself at the place where, at the present day, are situ-\\nated the chapels known by the name of the Sacred Fur-\\nnaces. They are so called from grottos, in which some of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0217.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "188 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nthe primitive saints are said to have been burnt. At the\\ntime of Antonio s visit the place was an object of much\\ncuriosity. In an excavation of these grottos, several\\nmanuscripts had recently been discovered, engraved on\\nplates of lead. They were written in the Arabian lan-\\nguage, excepting one, which was in unknown characters.\\nThe Pope had issued a bull forbidding any one, under\\npain of excommunication, to speak of these manuscripts.\\nThe prohibition had only excited the greater curiosity\\nand many reports were whispered about, that these\\nmanuscripts contained treasures of dark and forbidden\\nknowledge.\\nAs Antonio was examining the place whence these\\nmysterious manuscripts had been drawn, he again ob-\\nserved the old man of the library wandering among the\\nruins. His curiosity was now fully awakened the time\\nand place served to stimulate it. He resolved to watch\\nthis groper after secret and forgotten lore, and to trace\\nhim to his habitation. There was something like adven-\\nture in the thing, which charmed his romantic disposi-\\ntion. He followed the stranger, therefore, at a little dis-\\ntance at first cautiously, but he soon observed him to be\\nso wrapped in his own thoughts, as to take little heed of\\nexternal objects.\\nThey passed along the skirts of the mountain, and then\\nby the shady banks of the Darro. They pursued their\\nway, for some distance from Grenada, along a lonely road\\nleading among the hills. The gloom of evening was gath-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0218.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "TEE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 189\\nering, and it was quite dark when tlie stranger stopped\\nat tlie portal of a solitary mansion.\\nIt appeared to be a mere wing, or ruined fragment, of\\nwhat had once been a pile of some consequence. The\\nwalls were of great thickness, the windows narrow, and\\ngenerally secured by iron bars. The door was of planks,\\nstudded with iron spikes, and had been of great strength,\\nthough at present much decayed. At one end of the\\nmansion was a ruinous tower, in the Moorish style of\\narchitecture. The edifice had probably been a country\\nretreat, or castle of pleasure, during the occupation\\nof Grenada by the Moors, and rendered sufficiently\\nstrong to withstand any casual assault in those warlike\\ntimes.\\nThe old man knocked at the portal. A light appeared\\nat a small window just above it, and a female head looked\\nout it might have served as a model for one of Rapha-\\nel s saints. The hair was beautifully braided, and gath-\\nered in a silken net and the complexion, as well as\\ncould be judged from the light, was that soft, rich bru-\\nnette so becoming in southern beauty.\\nIt is I, my child, said the old man. The face in-\\nstantly disappeared, and soon after a wicket-door in the\\nlarge portal opened. Antonio, who had ventured near to\\nthe building, caught a transient sight of a delicate female\\nform. A pair of fine black eyes darted a look of surprise\\nat seeing a stranger hovering near, and the door was pre-\\ncipitately closed.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0219.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "190 BRAOEBRIDQE HALL.\\nThere was sometJiing in this sudden gleam of beauty\\nthat wonderfully struck the imagination of the student.\\nIt was like a brilliant flashing from its dark casket. He\\nsauntered about, regarding the gloomy pile with increas-\\ning interest. A few simple, wild notes, from among some\\nrocks and trees at a little distance, attracted his atten-\\ntion. He found there a group of Gitanas, a vagabond\\ngypsy race, which at that time abounded in Spain, and\\nlived in hovels and caves of the hills about the neighbor-\\nhood of Grenada. Some were busy about a fire, and\\nothers were listening to the uncouth music which one of\\ntheir companions, seated on a ledge of the rock, was\\nmaking with a split reed.\\nAntonio endeavored to obtain some information of\\nthem concerning the old building and its inhabitants.\\nThe one who appeared to be their spokesman was a\\ngaunt fellow, with a subtle gait, a whispering voice, and\\na sinister roll of the eye. He shrugged his shoulders on\\nthe student s inquiries, and said, All was not right in\\nthat building. An old man inhabited it, whom nobody\\nknew, and whose family appeared to be only a daughter\\nand a female servant. I and my companions, he added,\\nlive up among the neighboring hills and as we have\\nbeen about at night, we have often seen strange lights\\nand heard strange sounds from the tower. Some of the\\ncountry people, who work in the vineyards among the\\nhills, believe the old man deals in the black art, and they\\nare not over-fond of passing near the tower at night.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0220.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 191\\nBut for our parts, we Gitanas are not a people to trouble\\nourselves with fears of that kind.\\nThe student endeavored to gain more precise informa-\\ntion, but they had none to furnish him. They began to\\nbe solicitous for a compensation for what they had al-\\nready imparted; and recollecting the loneliness of the\\nplace, and the vagabond character of his companions, he\\nwas glad to give them a gratuity and hasten homewards.\\nHe sat down to his studies, but his brain was too full\\nof what he had seen and heard his eye was upon the\\npage, but his fancy still returned to the tower, and he\\nwas continually picturing the little window, with the\\nbeautiful head peeping out or the door half open, and\\nthe nymph-like form within. He retired to bed, but the\\nsame objects haunted his dreams. He was young and\\nsusceptible and the excited state of his feelings, from\\nwandering among the abodes of departed grace and gal-\\nlantry, had predisposed him for a sudden impression\\nfrom female beauty.\\nThe next morning he strolled again in the direction of\\nthe tower. It was still more forlorn by the broad glare\\nof day than in the gloom of evening. The walls were\\ncrumbling, and weeds and moss were growing in every\\ncrevice. It had the look of a prison rather than a dwell-\\ning-house. In one angle, however, he remarked a win-\\ndow which seemed an exception to the surrounding\\nsqualidness. There was a curtain drawn within it, and\\nflowers standing on the window-stone. Whilst he was", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0221.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "192 BBACEBRIDOE HALL.\\nlooking at it, the curtain was partially withdrawn, and a\\ndelicate white arm, of the most beautiful roundness, was\\nput forth to water the flowers.\\nThe student made a noise to attract the attention of\\nthe fair florist. He succeeded. The curtain was further\\ndrawn, and he had a glance of the same lovely face he\\nhad seen the evening before it was but a mere glance\\nthe curtain again fell, and the casement closed. All this\\nwas calculated to excite the feelings of a romantic youth.\\nHad he seen the unknown under other circumstances, it\\nis probable he would not have been struck with her\\nbeauty but this appearance of being shut up and kept\\napart gave her the value of a treasured gem. He passed\\nand repassed before the house several times in the course\\nof the day, but saw nothing more. He was there again\\nin the evening. The whole aspect of the house was\\ndreary. The narrow windows emitted no rays of cheer-\\nful light, to indicate social life within. Antonio listened\\nat the portal, but no sound of voices reached his ear.\\nJust then he heard the clapping to of a distant door, and\\nfearing to be detected in the unworthy act of eavesdrop-\\nping, he precipitately drew off to the opposite side of the\\nroad, and stood in the shadow of a ruined archway.\\nHe now remarked a light from a window in the tower.\\nIt was fitful and changeable commonly feeble and yel-\\nlowish, as if from a lamp with an occasional glare of\\nsome vivid metallic color, followed by a dusky glow. A\\ncolumn of dense smoke would now and then rise in the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0222.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. I93\\nair, and hang like a canopy over tlie tower. There was\\naltogether such a loneliness and seeming mystery about\\nthe building and its inhabitants, that Antonio was half\\ninclined to indulge the country people s notions, and to\\nfancy it the den of some powerful sorcerer, and the fair\\ndamsel he had seen to be some spellbound beauty.\\nAfter some time had elapsed, a light appeared in the\\nwindow where he had seen the beautiful arm. The cur-\\ntain was down, but it was so thin that he could perceive\\nthe shadow of some one passing and repassing between\\nit and the light. He fancied he could distinguish that\\nthe form was delicate and from the alacrity of its move-\\nments, it was evidently youthful. He had not a doubt\\nbut this was the bedchamber of his beautiful unknown.\\nPresently he heard the sound of a guitar, and a female\\nvoice singing. He drew near cautiously, and listened. It\\nwas a plaintive Moorish ballad, and he recognized in it\\nthe lamentations of one of the Abencerrages on leaving\\nthe walls of lovely Grenada. It was full of passion and\\ntenderness. It spoke of the delights of early life the\\nhours of love it had enjoyed on the banks of the Darro,\\nand among the blissful abodes of the Alhambra. It be-\\nwailed the fallen honors of the Abencerrages, and im-\\nprecated vengeance on their oppressors. Antonio was\\naffected by the music. It singularly coincided with the\\nplace. It was like the voice of past times echoed in the\\npresent, and breathing among the monuments of its\\ndeparted glories.\\n13", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0223.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "194 BBACEBRIBGE HALL.\\nThe voice ceased after a time the light disappeared,\\nand all was still. She sleeps! said Antonio, fondly.\\nHe lingered about the building with the devotion with\\nwhich a lover lingers about the bower of sleeping beauty.\\nThe rising moon threw its silver beams on the gray\\nwalls, and glittered on the casement. The late gloomy\\nlandscape gradually became flooded with its radiance.\\nFinding, therefore, that he could no longer move about\\nin obscurity, and fearful that his loiterings might be\\nobserved, he reluctantly retired.\\nThe curiosity which had at first drawn the young man\\nto the tower was now seconded by feelings of a more ro-\\nmantic kind. His studies were almost entirely abandoned.\\nHe maintained a kind of blockade of the old mansion he\\nwould take a book with him, and pass a great part of the\\nday under the trees in its vicinity keeping a vigilant eye\\nupon it, and endeavoring to ascertain what were the walks\\nof his mysterious charmer. She never went out, how-\\never, except to mass, when she was accompanied by her\\nfather. He waited at the door of the church, and offered\\nher the holy water, in the hopes of touching her hand\\na little office of gallantry common in Catholic countries.\\nShe modestly declined, without raising her eyes to see\\nwho made the offer, and always took it herself from the\\nfont. She was attentive in her devotion her eyes were\\nnever taken from the altar or the priest and on return-\\ning home, her countenance was almost entirely concealed\\nby her maijitilla.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0224.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 195\\nAntonio had now carried on the pursuit for several\\ndays, and was hourly getting more and more interested\\nin the chase, but never a step nearer to the game. His\\nlurkings about the house had probably been noticed, for\\nhe no longer saw the fair face at the window, nor the\\nwhite arm put forth to water the flowers. His only con-\\nsolation was to repair nightly to his post of observation\\nand listen to her warbling; and if by chance he could\\ncatch a sight of her shadow, passing and repassing be-\\nfore the window, he thought himself most fortunate.\\nAs he was indulging in one of these evening vigils,\\nwhich were complete revels of the imagination, the sound\\nof approaching footsteps made him withdraw into the\\ndeep shadow of the ruined archway, opposite to the\\ntower. A cavalier approached, wrapped in a large Span-\\nish cloak. He paused under the window of the tower,\\nand after a little while began a serenade, accompanied by\\nhis guitar, in the usual style of Spanish gallantry. His\\nvoice was rich and manly; he touched the instrument\\nwith skill, and sang with amorous and impassioned elo-\\nquence. The plume of his hat was buckled by jewels\\nthat sparkled in the moonbeams and, as he played on\\nthe guitar, his cloak falling off from one shoulder showed\\nhim to be richly dressed. He was evidently a person of\\nrank.\\nThe idea now flashed across Antonio s mind, that the\\naffections of his unknown beauty might be engaged. She\\nwas young, and doubtless susceptible and it was not in", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0225.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "196 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nthe nature of Spanisli females to be deaf and insensible\\nto music and admiration. Tlie surmise brouglit with it a\\nfeeling of dreariness. There was a pleasant dream of\\nseveral days suddenly dispelled. He had never before\\nexperienced anything of the tender passion and, as its\\nmorning dreams are always delightful, he would fain have\\ncontinued in the delusion.\\nBut what have I to do with her attachments\\nthought he I have no claim on her heart, nor even on\\nher acquaintance. How do I know that she is worthy of\\naffection? Or if she is, must not so gallant a lover as\\nthis, with his jewels, his rank, and his detestable music,\\nhave completely captivated her? What idle humor is\\nthis that I have fallen into I must again to my books.\\nStudy, study will soon chase away all these idle fan-\\ncies\\nThe more he thought, however, the more he became\\nentangled in the spell which his lively imagination had\\nwoven round him and now that a rival had appeared, in\\naddition to the other obstacles that environed this en-\\nchanted beauty, she appeared ten times more lovely and\\ndesirable. It was some slight consolation to him to per-\\nceive that the gallantry of the unknown met with no ap-\\nparent return from the tower. The light at the window\\nwas extinguished. The curtain remained undrawn, and\\nnone of the customary signals were given to intimate that\\nthe serenade was accepted.\\nThe cavalier lingered for some time about the place,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0226.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 197\\nand sang several other tender airs with a taste and feel-\\ning that made Antonio s heart ache at length he slowly\\nretired. The student remained with folded arms, leaning\\nagainst the ruined arch, endeavoring to summon up reso-\\nlution to depart; but a romantic fascination still en-\\nchained him to the place. It is the last time, said he,\\nwilling to compromise between his feelings and his judg-\\nment, it is the last time then let me enjoy the dream a\\nfew moments longer.\\nAs his eye ranged about the old building to take a\\nfarewell look, he observed the strange light in the tower,\\nwhich he had noticed on a former occasion. It kept\\nbeaming up, and declining, as before. A pillar of smoke\\nrose in the air, and hung in sable volumes. It was evi-\\ndent the old man was busied in some of those operations\\nwhich had gained him the reputation of a sorcerer\\nthroughout the neighborhood.\\nSuddenly an intense and brilliant glare shone through\\nthe casement, followed by a loud report, and then a\\nfierce and ruddy glow. A figure appeared at the win-\\ndow, uttering cries of agony or alarm, but immediately\\ndisappeared, and a body of smoke and flame whirled out\\nof the narrow aperture. Antonio rushed to the portal,\\nand knocked at it with vehemence. He was only an-\\nswered by loud shrieks, and found that the females were\\nalready in helpless consternation. With an exertion of\\ndesperate strength, he forced the wicket from its hinges,\\nand rushed into the house.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0227.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "198 BRACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nHe found himself in a small vaulted hall, and by the\\nlight of the moon which entered at the door, he saw a\\nstaircase to the left. He hurried up it to a narrow cor-\\nridor, through which was rolling a volume of smoke.\\nHe found here the two females in a frantic state of\\nalarm one of them clasped her hands, and implored him\\nto save her father.\\nThe corridor terminated in a spiral flight of steps,\\nleading up to the tower. He sprang up it to a small\\ndoor, through the chinks of which came a glow of light,\\nand smoke was spuming out. He burst it open, and\\nfound himself in an antique vaulted chamber, furnished\\nwith furnace, and various chemical apparatus. A shat-\\ntered retort lay on the stone floor a quantity of combus-\\ntibles, nearly consumed, with various half-burnt books\\nand papers, were sending up an expiring flame, and fill-\\ning the chamber with stifling smoke. Just within the\\nthreshold lay the reputed conjurer. He was bleeding,\\nhis clothes were scorched, and he appeared lifeless.\\nAntonio caught him up, and bore him down the stairs to\\na chamber in which there was a light, and laid him on a\\nbed. The female domestic was dispatched for such ap-\\npliances as the house afforded but the daughter threw\\nherself frantically beside her parent, and could not be\\nreasoned out of her alarm. Her dress was all in dis-\\norder her dishevelled hair hung in rich confusion about\\nher neck and bosom, and never was there beheld a love-\\nlier picture of terror and affliction.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0228.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 199\\nTlie skilful assiduities of tlie scholar soon produced\\nsigns of returning animation in his patient. The old\\nman s wounds, though severe, were not dangerous.\\nThey had evidently been produced by the bursting of\\nthe retort in his bewilderment he had been enveloped\\nin the stifling metallic vapors which had overpowered his\\nfeeble frame, and had not Antonio arrived to his assist-\\nance, it is possible he might never have recovered.\\nBy slow degrees he came to his senses. He looked\\nabout with a bewildered air at the chamber, the agitated\\ngroup around, and the student who was leaning over\\nhim.\\nWhere am I said he, wildly.\\nAt the sound of his voice his daughter uttered a faint\\nexclamation of delight. My poor Inez said he, em-\\nbracing her; then putting his hand to his head, and\\ntaking it away stained with blood, he seemed suddenly\\nto recollect himself, and to be overcome with emotion.\\nAh cried he, all is over with me all gone all\\nvanished gone in a moment the labor of a lifetime lost\\nHis daughter attempted to soothe him, but he became\\nslightly delirious, and raved incoherently about malig-\\nnant demons, and about the habitation of the green lion\\nbeing destroyed. His wounds being dressed, and such\\nother remedies administered as his situation required, he\\nsank into a state of quiet. Antonio now turned his atten-\\ntion to the daughter, whose sufferings had been little in-\\nferior to those of her father. Having with great difficulty", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0229.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "200 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nsucceeded in tranquillizing her fears, lie endeavored to\\nprevail upon lier to retire, and seek tlie repose so neces-\\nsary to her frame, proffering to remain by her father until\\nmorning. I am a stranger, said he, it is true, and my\\noffer may appear intrusive but I see you are lonely and\\nhelpless, and I cannot help venturing over the limits of\\nmere ceremony. Should you feel any scruple or doubt,\\nhowever, say but a word, and I will instantly retire.\\nThere was a frankness, a kindness, and a modesty min-\\ngled in Antonio s deportment, which inspired instant con-\\nfidence and his simple scholar s garb was a recommen-\\ndation in the house of poverty. The females consented\\nto resign the sufferer to his care, as they would be the\\nbetter able to attend to him on the morrow. On retir-\\ning, the old domestic was profuse in her benedictions\\nthe daughter only looked her thanks but as they shone\\nthrough the tears that filled her fine black eyes, the stu-\\ndent thought them a thousand times the most eloquent.\\nHere, then, he was, by a singular turn of chance, com-\\npletely housed within this mysterious mansion. When\\nleft to himself, and the bustle of the scene was over, his\\nheart throbbed as he looked round the chamber in which\\nhe was sitting. It was the daughter s room, the promised\\nland toward which he had cast so many a longing gaze.\\nThe furniture was old, and had probably belonged to the\\nbuilding in its prosperous days but everything was ar-\\nranged with propriety. The flowers which he had seen\\nher attend stood in the window a guitar leaned against a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0230.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 201\\ntable, on which, stood a crucifix, and before it lay a missal\\nand a rosary. There reigned an air of purity and serenity\\nabout this little nestling-place of innocence it was the\\nemblem of a chaste and quiet mind. Some few articles of\\nfemale dress lay on the chairs and there was the very\\nbed on which she had slept the pillow on which her soft\\ncheek had reclined The poor scholar was threading en-\\nchanted ground for what fairy land has more magic in it\\nthan the bedchamber of innocence and beauty\\nFrom various expressions of the old man in his ravings,\\nand from what he had noticed on a subsequent visit to\\nthe tower, to see that the fire was extinguished, Antonio\\nhad gathered that his patient was an alchemist. The\\nphilosopher s stone was an object eagerly sought after by\\nvisionaries in those days but in consequence of the su-\\nperstitious prejudices of the times, and the frequent per-\\nsecutions of its votaries, they were apt to pursue their\\nexperiments in secret, in lonely houses, in caverns and\\nruins, or in the privacy of cloistered cells.\\nIn the course of the night the old man had several fits\\nof restlessness and delirium; he would call out upon\\nTheophrastus, and Geber, and Albertus Magnus, and\\nother sages of his art; and anon would murmur about\\nfermentation and projection, until, toward daylight, he\\nonce more sunk into a salutary sleep. When the morn-\\ning sun darted his rays into the casement, the fair Inez,\\nattended by the female domestic, came blushing into the\\nchamber. The student now took his leave, having him-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0231.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "202 BRAGEBRIBGE HALL.\\nself need of repose, but obtained ready permission to re-\\nturn and inquire after tlie sufferer.\\nWhen lie called again, lie found the alchemist languid\\nand in pain, but apparently suffering more in mind than\\nin body. His delirium had left him, and he had been in-\\nformed of the particulars of his deliverance and of the\\nsubsequent attentions of the scholar. He could do little\\nmore than look his thanks, but Antonio did not require\\nthem his own heart repaid him for all that he had\\ndone, and he almost rejoiced in the disaster that had\\ngained him an entrance into this mysterious habitation.\\nThe alchemist was so helpless as to need much assist-\\nance Antonio remained with him, therefore, the greater\\npart of the day. He repeated his visit the next day, and\\nthe next. Every day his company seemed more pleasing\\nto the invalid and every day he felt his interest in the\\nlatter increasing. Perhaps the presence of the daughter\\nmight have been at the bottom of this solicitude.\\nHe had frequent and long conversations with the alche-\\nmist. He found him, as men of his pursuits were apt to\\nbe, a mixture of enthusiasm and simplicity of curious\\nand extensive reading on points of little utility, with great\\ninattention to the every-day occurrences of life, and pro-\\nfound ignorance of the world. He was deeply versed in\\nsingular and obscure branches of knowledge, and much\\ngiven to visionary speculations. Antonio, whose mind\\nwas of a romantic cast, had himself given some attention\\nto the occult sciences, and he entered upon these themes", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0232.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "TEE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 203\\nwitli an ardor that delighted the philosopher. Their con-\\nversations frequently turned upon astrology, divination,\\nand the great secret. The old man would forget his\\naches and wounds, rise up like a spectre in his bed, and\\nkindle into eloquence on his favorite topics. When gen-\\ntly admonished of his situation, it would but prompt\\nhim to another sally of thought.\\nAlas, my son he would say, is not this very de-\\ncrepitude and suffering another proof of the imjDortance\\nof those secrets with which we are surrounded Why\\nare we trammelled by disease, withered by old age, and\\nour spirits quenched, as it were, within us, but because\\nwe have lost those secrets of life and youth which were\\nknown to our parents before their fall To regain these\\nhave philosophers been ever since aspiring but just as\\nthey are on the point of securing the precious secrets for-\\never, the brief period of life is at an end; they die, and\\nwith them all their wisdom and experience. Nothing,\\nas De Nuysment observes, nothing is wanting for man s\\nperfection but a longer life, less crossed with sorrows and\\nmaladies, to the attaining of the full and perfect know-\\nledge of things.\\nAt length Antonio so far gained on the heart of his pa-\\ntient as to draw from him the outlines of his story.\\nFelix de Vasques, the alchemist, was a native of Cas-\\ntile, and of an ancient and honorable line. Early in life\\nhe had married a beautiful female, a descendant from\\none of the Moorish families. The marriage displeased", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0233.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "204 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nliis father, wlio considered the pure Spanish blood con-\\ntaminated by this foreign mixture. It is true, the lady-\\ntraced her descent from one of the Abencerrages, the\\nmost gallant of Moorish cavaliers, who had embraced the\\nChristian faith on being exiled from the walls of Gre-\\nnada. The injured pride of the father, however, was not\\nto be appeased. He never saw his son afterwards and\\non dying left him but a scanty portion of his estate be-\\nqueathing the residue, in the piety and bitterness of his\\nheart, to the erection of convents, and the performance\\nof masses for souls in purgatory. Don Felix resided for\\na long time in the neighborhood of Valladolid, in a state\\nof embarrassment and obscurity. He devoted himself to\\nintense study, having, while at the university of Sala-\\nmanca, imbibed a taste for the secret sciences. He was\\nenthusiastic and speculative he went on from one\\nbranch of knowledge to another, until he became zealous\\nin the search after the grand Arcanum.\\nHe had at first engaged in the pursuit with the hopes\\nof raising himself from his present obscurity, and resum-\\ning the rank and dignity to which his birth entitled him\\nbut, as usual, it ended in absorbing every thought, and\\nbecoming the business of his existence. He was at length\\naroused from this mental abstraction by the calamities of\\nhis household. A malignant fever swept off his wife and\\nall his children, excepting an infant daughter. These\\nlosses for a time overwhelmed and stupefied him. His\\nhome had in a manner died away from around him, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0234.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 205\\nhe felt lonely and forlorn. When his spirit revived\\nwithin him, he determined to abandon the scene of his\\nhumiliation and disaster; to bear away the child that\\nwas still left him, beyond the scene of contagion, and\\nnever to return to Castile until he should be enabled to\\nreclaim the honors of his line.\\nHe had ever since been wandering and unsettled in his\\nabode. Sometimes the resident of populous cities, at\\nother times of absolute solitudes. He had searched li-\\nbraries, meditated on inscriptions, visited adepts of dif-\\nferent countries, and sought to gather and concentrate\\nthe rays which had been thrown by various minds upon\\nthe secrets of alchemy. He had at one time travelled\\nquite to Padua to search for the manuscripts of Pietro\\nd Abano, and to inspect an urn which had been dug up\\nnear Este, supposed to have been buried by Maximus\\nOlybius, and to have contained the grand elixir.*\\nWhile at Padua he met with an a dept versed in Ara-\\nbian lore, who talked of the invaluable manuscripts that\\nThis urn was found in 1533. It contained a lesser one, in which was\\na burning lamp betwixt two small vials, the one of gold, the other of sil-\\nver, both of them full of a very clear liquor. On the largest was an\\ninscription stating that Maximus Olybius shut up in this small vessel ele-\\nments which he had prepared with great toil. There were many disqui-\\nsitions among the learned on the subject. It was the most received\\nopinion that this Maximus Olybius was an inhabitant of Padua that he\\nhad discovered the great secret, and that these vessels contained liquor,\\none to transmute metals to gold, the other to silver. The peasants who\\nfound the urns, imagining this precious liquor to be common water, spilt\\nevery drop, so that the art of transmuting metals remains as much a se-\\ncret as ever.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0235.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "206 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nmust remain in the Spanish libraries, preserved from the\\nspoils of the Moorish academies and universities of the\\nprobability of meeting with precious unpublished writ-\\nings of Geber, and Alfarabius, and Avicenna, the great\\nphysicians of the Arabian schools, who, it was well\\nknown, had treated much of alchemy but, above all, he\\nspoke of the Arabian tablets of lead, which had recently\\nbeen dug up in the neighborhood of Grenada, and which,\\nit was confidently believed among adepts, contained the\\nlost secrets of the art.\\nThe indefatigable alchemist once more bent his steps\\nfor Spain, full of renovated hope. He had made his way\\nto Grenada; he had wearied himself in the study of\\nArabic, in deciphering inscriptions, in rummaging libra-\\nries, and exploring every possible trace left by the Ara-\\nbian sages.\\nIn all his wanderings he had been accompanied by\\nInez; through the rough and the smooth, the pleasant\\nand the adverse never complaining, but rather seeking\\nto soothe his cares by her innocent and playful caresses.\\nHer instruction had been the employment and the de-\\nlight of his hours of relaxation. She had grown up while\\nthey were wandering, and had scarcely ever known any\\nhome but by his side. He was family, friends, home,\\neverything to her. He had carried her in his arms when\\nthey first began their wayfaring had nestled her, as an\\neagle does its young, among the rocky heights of the\\nSierra Morena she had sported about him in childhood", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0236.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "TEE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 207\\nin the solitudes of tlie Bateucas had. followed him, as\\nthe lamb does the shepherd, over the rugged Pyrenees,\\nand into the fair plains of Languedoc and now she\\nwas grown up to support his feeble steps among the\\nruined abodes of her maternal ancestors.\\nHis property had gradually wasted away in the course\\nof his travels and his experiments. Still hope, the con-\\nstant attendant of the alchemist, had led him on ever on\\nthe point of reaping the reward of his labors, and ever\\ndisappointed. With the credulity that often attended his\\nart, he attributed many of his disappointments to the\\nmachinations of the malignant spirits which beset the\\npath of the alchemist, and torment him in his solitary\\nlabors. It is their constant endeavor, he observed,\\nto close up every avenue to those sublime truths which\\nwould enable man to rise above the abject state into\\nwhich he has fallen, and to return to his original per-\\nfection. To the evil offices of these demons he at-\\ntributed his late disaster. He had been on the very\\nverge of the glorious discovery never were the indica-\\ntions more completely auspicious all was going on pros-\\nperously, when, at the critical moment which should\\nhave crowned his labors with success, and have placed\\nhim at the very summit of human power and felicity, the\\nbursting of a retort had reduced his laboratory and him-\\nself to ruins.\\nI must now, said he, give up at the very threshold\\nof success. My books and papers are burnt my appara-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0237.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "208 BBACEBBIJDOE HALL.\\ntus is broken. I am too old to bear up against these\\nevils. The ardor that once inspired me is gone my poor\\nframe is exhausted by study and watchfulness, and this\\nlast misfortune has hurried me towards the grave. He\\nconcluded in a tone of deep dejection. Antonio endea-\\nvored to comfort and reassure him but the poor alche-\\nmist had for once awakened to a consciousness of the\\nworldly ills gathering around him, and had sunk into de-\\nspondency. After a pause, and some thoughtfulness and\\nperplexity of brow, Antonio ventured to make a proposal.\\nI have long, said he, been filled with a love for the\\nsecret sciences, but have felt too ignorant and diffident to\\ngive myself up to them. You have acquired experience\\nyou have amassed the knowledge of a lifetime it were a\\npity it should be thrown away. You say you are too old\\nto renew the toils of the laboratory suffer me to under-\\ntake them. Add your knowledge to my youth and activ-\\nity, and what shall we not accomplish? As a probation-\\nary fee, and a fund on which to proceed, I will bring into\\nthe common stock a sum of gold, the residue of a legacy,\\nwhich has enabled me to complete my education. A poor\\nscholar cannot boast much but I trust we shall soon put\\nourselves beyond the reach of want and if we should\\nfail, why, I must depend, like other scholars, upon my\\nbrains to carry me through the world.\\nThe philosopher s spirits, however, were more depress-\\ned than the student had imagined. This last shock, fol-\\nlowing in the rear of so many disappointments, had al-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0238.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 209\\nmost destroyed tlie reaction of his mind. The fire of an\\nenthusiast, however, is never so low, but that it may be\\nblown again into a flame. By degrees the old man was\\ncheered and reanimated by the buoyancy and ardor of\\nhis sanguine companion. He at length agreed to accept\\nof the services of the student, and once more to renew\\nhis experiments. He objected, however, to using the\\nstudent s gold, notwithstanding his own was nearly ex-\\nhausted but this objection was soon overcome the stu-\\ndent insisted on making it a common stock and com-\\nmon cause and then how absurd was any delicacy\\nabout such a trifle, with men who looked forward to\\ndiscovering the philosopher s stone\\nWhile, therefore, the alchemist was slowly recovering,\\nthe student busied himself in getting the laboratory once\\nmore in order. It was strewed with the wrecks of retorts\\nand alembics, with old crucibles, boxes and phials of pow-\\nders and tinctures, and half-burnt books and manuscripts.\\nAs soon as the old man was sufficiently recovered, the\\nstudies and experiments were renewed. The student be-\\ncame a privileged and frequent visitor, and was indefati-\\ngable in his toils in the laboratory. The philosopher\\ndaily derived new zeal and spirits from the animation of\\nhis disciple. He was now enabled to prosecute the enter-\\nprise with continued exertion, having so active a coad-\\njutor to divide the toil. While he was poring over the\\nwritings of Sandivogius, and Philalethes, and Dominus\\nde Nuysment, and endeavoring to comprehend the sym-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0239.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "210 BBAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nbolical language in whicli tliey have locked up their mys-\\nteries, Antonio would occupy himself among the retorts\\nand crucibles, and keep the furnace in a perpetual glow.\\nWith all his zeal, however, for the discovery of the\\ngolden art, the feelings of the student had not cooled as\\nto the object that first drew him to this ruinous mansion.\\nDuring the old man s illness, he had frequent opportuni-\\nties of being near the daughter and every day made him\\nmore sensible to her charms. There was a pure sim-\\nplicity, and an almost passive gentleness in her manners\\nyet with all this was mingled something, whether mere\\nmaiden shyness, or a consciousness of high descent, or\\na dash of Castilian pride, or perhaps all united, that pre-\\nvented undue familiarity, and made her diflScult of ap-\\nproach. The danger of her father, and the measures to\\nbe taken for his relief, had at first overcome this coyness\\nand reserve but as he recovered and her alarm subsided,\\nshe seemed to shrink from the familiarity she had in-\\ndulged with the youthful stranger, and to become every\\nday more shy and silent.\\nAntonio had read many books, but this was the first\\nvolume of womankind that he had ever studied. He had\\nbeen captivated with the very title-page but the further\\nhe read the more he was delighted. She seemed formed\\nto love her soft black eye rolled languidly under its long\\nsilken lashes, and wherever it turned, it would linger and\\nrepose there was tenderness in every beam. To him\\nalone she was reserved and distant. Now that the com-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0240.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 211\\nmon cares of tlie sick-room were at an end, ke saw lit-\\ntle more of her than before his admission to the house.\\nSometimes he met her on his way to and from the labo-\\nratory, and at such times there was ever a smile and a\\nblush but, after a simple salutation, she glided on and\\ndisappeared.\\nTis plain, thought Antonio, my presence is indif-\\nferent, if not irksome to her. She has noticed my ad-\\nmiration, and is determined to discourage it nothing but\\na feeling of gratitude prevents her treating me with mark-\\ned distaste and then has she not another lover, rich,\\ngallant, splendid, musical how can I suppose she would\\nturn her eyes from so brilliant a cavalier to a poor ob-\\nscure student, raking among the cinders of her father s\\nlaboratory\\nIndeed, the idea of the amorous serenader continually\\nhaunted his mind. He felt convinced that he was a fa-\\nvored lover yet, if so, why did he not frequent the\\ntower Why did he not make his approaches by noon-\\nday? There was mystery in this eavesdropping and mu-\\nsical courtship. Surely Inez could not be encouraging a\\nsecret intrigue Oh, no she was too artless, too pure,\\ntoo ingenuous But then the Spanish females were so\\nprone to love and intrigue and music and moonlight\\nwere so seductive, and Inez had such a tender soul lan-\\nguishing in every look. Oh would the poor scholar\\nexclaim, clasping his hands, oh that I could but once\\nbehold those loving eyes beaming on me with affection", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0241.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "212 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nIt is incredible to those who have not experienced it,\\non what scanty aliment human life and human love may-\\nbe supported. A dry crust, thrown now and then to a\\nstarving man, will give him a new lease of existence and\\na faint smile, or a kind look, bestowed at casual inter-\\nvals, will keep a lover loving on, when a man in his sober\\nsenses would despair.\\nWhen Antonio found himself alone in the laboratory,\\nhis mind would be haunted by one of these looks, or\\nsmiles, which he had received in passing. He would set\\nit in every possible light, and argue on it with all the\\nself-pleasing, self-teasing logic of a lover.\\nThe country around was enough to awaken that volup-\\ntuousness of feeling so favorable to the growth of pas-\\nsion. The windows of the tower rose above the trees of\\nthe romantic valley of the Darro, and looked down upon\\nsome of the loveliest scenery of the Yega, where groves\\nof citron and orange were refreshed by cool springs and\\nbrooks of the purest water. The Xenel and the Darro\\nwound their shining streams along the plain, and\\ngleamed from among its bowers. The surrounding hills\\nwere covered with vineyards, and the mountains, crowned\\nwith snow, seemed to melt into the blue sky. The deli-\\ncate airs that played about the tower were perfumed by\\nthe fragrance of myrtle and orange blossoms, and the ear\\nwas charmed with the fond warbling of the nightingale,\\nwhich, in these happy regions, sings the whole day long.\\nSometimes, too, there was the idle song of the muleteer,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0242.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 213\\nsauntering along the solitary road, or the notes of the\\nguitar from some group of peasants dancing in the\\nshade. All these were enough to fill the head of a young\\nlover with poetic fancies and Antonio would picture to\\nhimself how he could loiter among those happy groves,\\nand wander by those gentle rivers, and love away his life\\nwith Inez.\\nHe felt at times impatient at his own weakness, and\\nwould endeavor to brush away these cobwebs of the\\nmind. He would turn his thought, with sudden effort, to\\nhis occult studies, or occupy himself in some perplexing\\nprocess but often, when he had partially succeeded in\\nfixing his attention, the sound of Inez s lute, or the soft\\nnotes of her voice, would come stealing upon the stillness\\nof the chamber, and, as it were, floating round the tower.\\nThere was no great art in her performance but Antonio\\nthought he had never heard music comparable to this.\\nIt was perfect witchcraft to hear her warble forth some\\nof her national melodies those little Spanish romances\\nand Moorish ballads which transport the hearer, in idea,\\nto the banks of the Guadalquiver, or the walls of the Al-\\nhambra, and make him dream of beauties, and balconies,\\nand moonlight serenades.\\nNever was poor student more sadly beset than An-\\ntonio. Love is a troublesome companion in a study at\\nthe best of times but in the laboratory of an alchemist\\nhis intrusion is terribly disastrous. Instead of attending\\nto the retorts and crucibles, and watching the process of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0243.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "214 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nsome experiment intrusted to his charge, the student\\nwould get entranced in one of these love-dreams, from\\nwhich he would often be aroused by some fatal catastro-\\nphe. The philosopher, on returning from his researches\\nin the libraries, would find everything gone wrong, and\\nAntonio in despair over the ruins of the whole day s\\nwork. The old man, however, took all quietly, for his\\nhad been a life of experiment and failure.\\nWe must have patience, my son, would he say, as\\nall the great masters that have gone before us have had.\\nErrors, and accidents, and delays, are what we have to\\ncontend with. Did not Pontanus err two hundred times\\nbefore he could obtain even the matter on which to found\\nhis ex23eriments The great Flamel, too, did he not la-\\nbor four-and- twenty years, before he ascertained the first\\nagent What difficulties and hardships did not Carti-\\nlaceus encounter, at the very threshold of his dis-\\ncoveries? And Bernard de Treves, even after he had\\nattained a knowledge of all the requisites, was he not de-\\nlayed full three years What you consider accidents,\\nmy son, are the machinations of our invisible enemies.\\nThe treasures and golden secrets of nature are surround-\\ned by spirits hostile to man. The air about us teems\\nwith them. They lurk in the fire of the furnace, in the\\nbottom of the crucible and the alembic, and are ever on\\nthe alert to take advantage of those moments when our\\nminds are wandering from intense meditation on the\\ngreat truth that we are seeking. We must only strive", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0244.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 215\\nthe more to purify ourselves from those gross and earth-\\nly feelings which becloud the soul, and prevent her from\\npiercing into nature s arcana.\\nAlas thought Antonio, if to be purified from all\\nearthly feeling requires that I should cease to love Inez,\\nI fear I shall never discover the philosopher s stone\\nIn this way matters went on for some time at the\\nalchemist s. Day after day was sending the student s\\ngold in vapor up the chimney every blast of the furnace\\nmade him a ducat the poorer, without apparently helping\\nhim a jot nearer to the golden secret. Still the young\\nman stood by, and saw piece after piece disappearing\\nwithout a murmur he had daily an opportunity of see-\\ning Inez, and felt as if her favor would be better than\\nsilver or gold, and that every smile was worth a ducat.\\nSometimes, in the cool of the evening, when the toils\\nof the laboratory happened to be suspended, he would\\nwalk with the alchemist in what had once been a garden\\nbelonging to the mansion. There were still the remains\\nof terraces and balustrades, and here and there a marble\\nurn, or mutilated statue overturned, and buried among\\nweeds and flowers run wild. It was the favorite resort\\nof the alchemist in his hours of relaxation, where he\\nwould give full scope to his visionary flights. His mind\\nwas tinctured with the Kosicrucian doctrines. He be-\\nlieved in elementary beings some favorable, others ad-\\nverse to his pursuits and in the exaltation of his fancy,\\nhad often imagined that he held communion with them", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0245.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "216 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nin liis solitary walks about tiie whispering groves and\\nechoing walls of this old garden.\\nWhen accompanied by Antonio, he would prolong these\\nevening recreations. Indeed, he sometimes did it out of\\nconsideration for his disciple, for he feared lest his too\\nclose application, and his incessant seclusion in the tower,\\nshould be injurious to his health. He was delighted and\\nsurprised by this extraordinary zeal and perseverance in\\nso young a tyro, and looked upon him as destined to be\\none of the great luminaries of the art. Lest the student\\nshould repine at the time lost in these relaxations, the\\ngood alchemist would fill them up with wholesome know-\\nledge, in matters connected with their pursuits and\\nwould walk up and down the alleys with his disciple, im-\\nparting oral instruction like an ancient philosopher. In\\nall his visionary schemes there breathed a spirit of lofty,\\nthough chimerical philanthropy, that won the admiration\\nof the scholar. Nothing sordid, nor sensual nothing\\npetty nor selfish seemed to enter into his views, in re-\\nspect to the grand discoveries he was anticipating. On\\nthe contrary, his imagination kindled with conceptions of\\nwidely dispensated happiness. He looked forward to the\\ntime when he should be able to go about the earth reliev-\\ning the indigent, comforting the distressed and, by his\\nunlimited means, devising and executing plans for the\\ncomplete extirpation of poverty, and all its attendant suf-\\nferings and crimes. Never were grander schemes for\\ngeneral good, for the distribution of boundless wealth and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0246.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 217\\nuniversal competence, devised, tlian by tliis poor, indi-\\ngent alchemist in liis ruined tower.\\nAntonio would attend these peripatetic lectures with all\\nthe ardor of a devotee but there was another circum-\\nstance which may have given a secret charm to them.\\nThe garden was the resort also of Inez, where she took\\nher walks of recreation, the only exercise her secluded\\nlife permitted. As Antonio was duteously pacing by the\\nside of his instructor, he would often catch a glimpse of\\nthe daughter, walking pensively about the alleys in the\\nsoft twilight. Sometimes they would meet her unexpect-\\nedly, and the heart of the student would throb with agita-\\ntion. A blush, too, would crimson the cheek of Inez, but\\nstill she passed on, and never joined them.\\nHe had remained one evening, until rather a late hour,\\nwith the alchemist in this favorite resort. It was a de-\\nlightful night after a sultry day, and the balmy air of the\\ngarden was peculiarly reviving. The old man was seated\\non a fragment of a pedestal, looking like a part of the\\nruin on which he sat. He was edifying his pupil by long\\nlessons of wisdom from the stars, as they shone out with\\nbrilliant lustre in the dark-blue vault of a southern sky\\nfor he was deeply versed in Behmen, and other of the\\nEosicrucians, and talked much of the signature of earthly\\nthings, and passing events, which may be discerned in the\\nheavens of the power of the stars over corporeal beings,\\nand their influence on the fortunes of the sons of men.\\nBy degrees the moon rose and shed her gleaming light", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0247.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "218 BBACEBRIDOE HALL.\\namong the groves. Antonio apparently listened witli\\nfixed attention to the sage, but his ear was drinking in\\nthe melody of Inez s voice, who was singing to her lute\\nin one of the moonlight glades of the garden. The old\\nman having exhausted his theme, sat gazing in silent\\nreverie at the heavens. Antonio could not resist an in-\\nclination to steal a look at this coy beauty, who was thus\\nplaying the part of the nightingale, so sequestered and\\nmusical. Leaving the alchemist in his celestial reverie,\\nhe stole gently along one of the alleys. The music had\\nceased, and he thought he heard the sound of voices.\\nHe came to an angle of a copse that had screened a kind\\nof green recess, ornamented by a marble fountain. The\\nmoon shone full upon the place, and by its light he be-\\nheld his unknown serenading rival at the feet of Inez.\\nHe was detaining her by the hand, which he covered\\nwith kisses but at sight of Antonio he started up and\\nhalf drew his sword, while Inez, disengaged, fled back to\\nthe house.\\nAll the jealous doubts and fears of Antonio were now\\nconfirmed. He did not remain to encounter the resent-\\nment of his happy rival at being thus interrupted, but\\nturned from the place in sudden wretchedness of heart.\\nThat Inez should love another would have been misery\\nenough but that she should be capable of a dishonor-\\nable amour, shocked him to the soul. The idea of decep-\\ntion in so young and apparently artless a being, brought\\nwith it that sudden distrust in human nature, so sick-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0248.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 219\\nening to a youthful and ingenuous mind but wlien lie\\nthought of the kind, simple parent she was deceiving,\\nwhose affections all centred in her, he felt for a moment\\na sentiment of indignation, and almost of aversion.\\nHe found the alchemist still seated in his visionary\\ncontemplation of the moon. Come hither, my son,\\nsaid he, with his usual enthusiasm, come, read with me\\nin this vast volume of wisdom, thus nightly unfolded for\\nour perusal. Wisely did the Chaldean sages affirm, that\\nthe heaven is as a mystic page, uttering speech to those\\nwho can rightly understand warning them of good and\\nevil, and instructing them in the secret decrees of fate.\\nThe student s heart ached for his venerable master;\\nand, for a moment, he felt the futility of all his occult\\nwisdom. Alas! poor old man! thought he, of what\\navails all thy study Little dost thou dream, while bus-\\nied in airy .speculations among the stars, what a treason\\nagainst thy happiness is going on under thine eyes, as\\nit were, in thy very bosom Oh, Inez Inez where\\nshall we look for truth and innocence; where shall we\\nrepose confidence in woman, if even you can deceive\\nIt was a trite apostrophe, such as every lover makes\\nwhen he finds his mistress not quite such a goddess as he\\nhad painted her. With the student, however, it sprang\\nfrom honest anguish of heart. He returned to his lodg-\\nings in pitiable confusion of mind. He now deplored\\nthe infatuation which had led him on until his feelings\\nwere so thoroughly engaged. He resolved to abandon", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0249.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "220 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nhis pursuits at the tower, and trust to absence to dispel\\nthe fascination by which he had been spellbound. He\\nno longer thirsted after the discovery of the grand elixir\\nthe dream of alchemy was over for without Inez, what\\nwas the value of the philosopher s stone\\nHe rose, after a sleepless night, with the determination\\nof taking his leave of the alchemist, and tearing himself\\nfrom Grenada. For several days did he rise with the\\nsame resolution, and every night saw him come back to\\nhis pillow to repine at his want of resolution, and to make\\nfresh determinations for the morrow. In the meanwhile\\nhe saw less of Inez than ever. She no longer walked in\\nthe garden, but remained almost entirely in her apart-\\nment. When she met him, she blushed more than usual\\nand once hesitated, as if she would have spoken but\\nafter a temporary embarrassment, and still deeper\\nblushes, she made some casual observation, and retired.\\nAntonio read, in this confusion, a consciousness of fault,\\nand of that fault s being discovered. What could she\\nhave wished to communicate? Perhaps to account for\\nthe scene in the garden ^but how can she account for it,\\nor why should she account for it to me What am I to\\nher or rather, what is she to me exclaimed he, im-\\npatiently with a new resolution to break through these\\nentanglements of the heart, and fly from this enchanted\\nspot forever.\\nHe was returning that very night to his lodgings, full\\nof this excellent determination, when, in a shadowy part", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0250.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 221\\nof the road, lie passed a person whom lie recognized, by\\nhis height and form, for his rival he was going in the\\ndirection of the tower. If any lingering doubts remained,\\nhere was an opportunity of settling them completely. He\\ndetermined to follow this unknown cavalier, and, under\\nfavor of the darkness, observe his movements. If he ob-\\ntained access to the tower, or in any way a favorable re-\\nception, Antonio felt as if it would be a relief to his mind,\\nand would enable him to fix his wavering resolution.\\nThe unknown, as he came near the tower, was more\\ncautious and stealthy in his approaches. He was joined\\nunder a clump of trees by another person, and they\\nhad much whispering together. A light was burning in\\nthe chamber of Inez, the curtain was down, but the case-\\nment was left open, as the night was warm. After some\\ntime the light was extinguished. A considerable inter-\\nval elapsed. The cavalier and his companion remained\\nunder covert of the trees, as if keeping watch. At length\\nthey approached the tower with silent and cautious steps.\\nThe cavalier received a dark lantern from his companion,\\nand threw off his cloak. The other then softly brought\\nsomething from the clump of trees, which Antonio per-\\nceived to be a light ladder he placed it against the wall,\\nand the serenader gently ascended. A sickening sensa-\\ntion came over Antonio. Here was indeed a confirmation\\nof every fear. He was about to leave the place, never\\nto return, when he heard a stifled shriek from Inez s\\nchamber.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0251.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "222 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nIn an instant tlie fellow that stood at the foot of the\\nladder lay prostrate on the ground. Antonio wrested a\\nstiletto from his nerveless hand, and hurried up the lad-\\nder. He sprang in at the window, and found Inez strug-\\ngling in the grasp of his fancied rival the latter, dis-\\nturbed from his prey, caught up his lantern, turned its\\nlight full upon Antonio, and drawing his sword, made a\\nfurious assault luckily the student saw the light gleam\\nalong the blade, and parried the thrust with the stiletto.\\nA fierce, but unequal combat ensued. Antonio fought\\nexposed to the full glare of the light, while his antag-\\nonist was in a shadow his stiletto, too, was but a poor\\ndefence against a rapier. He saw that nothing would\\nsave him but closing with his adversary and getting\\nwithin his weapon he rushed furiously upon him, and\\ngave him a severe blow with the stiletto but received a\\nwound in return from the shortened sword. At the same\\nmoment a blow was inflicted from behind, by the confed-\\nerate, who had ascended the ladder it felled him to the\\nfloor, and his antagonists made their escape.\\nBy this time the cries of Inez had brought her father\\nand the domestic to the room. Antonio was found wel-\\ntering in his blood, and senseless. He was conveyed to\\nthe chamber of the alchemist, who now repaid in kind\\nthe attentions which the student had once bestowed upon\\nhim. Among his varied knowledge he possessed some\\nskill in surgery, which at this moment was of more value\\nthan even his chemical lore. He stanched and dressed", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0252.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 223\\ntlie wounds of his disciple, whicli on examination proved\\nless desperate than he had at first apprehended. For a\\nfew days, however, his case was anxious, and attended\\nwith danger. The old man watched over him with the\\naffection of a parent. He felt a double debt of gratitude\\ntowards him on account of his daughter and himself he\\nloved him too as a faithful and zealous disciple and he\\ndreaded lest the world should be deprived of the prom-\\nising talents of so aspiring an alchemist.\\nAn excellent constitution soon medicined his wounds\\nand there was a balsam in the looks and words of Inez,\\nthat had a healing effect on the still severer wounds\\nwhich he carried in his heart. She displayed the strong-\\nest interest in his safety she called him her deliverer,\\nher preserver. It seemed as if her grateful disposition\\nsought, in the warmth of its acknowledgments, to repay\\nhim for past coldness. But what most contributed to\\nAntonio s recovery, was hei; explanation concerning his\\nsupposed rival. It was some time since he had first be-\\nheld her at church, and he had ever since persecuted her\\nwith his attentions. He had beset her in her walks, un-\\ntil she had been obliged to confine herself to the house,\\nexcept when accompanied by her father. He had be-\\nsieged her with letters, serenades, and every art by\\nwhich he could urge a vehement, but clandestine and\\ndishonorable suit. The scene in the garden was as much\\nof a surprise to her as to Antonio. Her persecutor had\\nbeen attracted by her voice, and had found his way over", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0253.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "224 BBAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\na ruined part of tlie wall. He had come upon lier una-\\nwares, was detaining lier by force, and pleading his\\ninsulting passion, when the appearance of the student\\ninterrupted him, and enabled her to make her escape.\\nShe had forborne to mention to her father the perse-\\ncution which she suffered she wished to spare him\\nunavailing anxiety and distress, and had determined to\\nconfine herself more rigorously to the house though it\\nappeared that even here she had not been safe from his\\ndaring enterprise.\\nAntonio inquired whether she knew the name of this\\nimpetuous admirer She replied, that he had made his\\nadvances under a fictitious name but that she had heard\\nhim once called by the name of Don Ambrosio de Loxa.\\nAntonio knew him, by report, for one of the most de-\\ntermined and dangerous libertines in all Grenada. Art-\\nful, accomplished, and, if he chose to be so, insinuating\\nbut daring and headlong in the pursuit of his pleasures\\nviolent and implacable in his resentments. He rejoiced\\nto find that Inez had been proof against his seductions,\\nand had been inspired with aversion by his splendid pro-\\nfligacy but he trembled to think of the dangers she had\\nrun, and he felt solicitude about the dangers that must\\nyet environ her.\\nAt present, however, it was probable the enemy had\\na temporary quietus. The traces of blood had been\\nfound for some distance from the ladder, until they were\\nlost among thickets and as nothing had been heard or", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0254.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 225\\nseen of him since, it was concluded that he had been\\nseriously wounded.\\nAs the student recovered from his wounds, he was\\nenabled to join Inez and her father in their domestic\\nintercourse. The chamber in which they usually met\\nhad probably been a saloon of state in former times.\\nThe floor was of marble the walls were partially cov-\\nered with remains of tapestry the chairs, richly carved\\nand gilt, were crazed with age, and covered with tar-\\nnished and tattered brocade. Against the wall hung a\\nlong, rusty rapier, the only relic that the old man re-\\ntained of the chivalry of his ancestors. There might\\nhave been something to provoke a smile in the contrast\\nbetween the mansion and its inhabitants, between pres-\\nent poverty and the traces of departed grandeur but\\nthe fancy of the student had thrown so much romance\\nabout the edifice and its inmates, that everything was\\nclothed with charms. The philosopher, with his broken-\\ndown pride, and his strange pursuits, seemed to comport\\nwith the melancholy ruin he inhabited and there was a\\nnative elegance of spirit about the daughter, that showed\\nshe would have graced the mansion in its happier days.\\nWhat delicious moments were these to the student\\nInez was no longer coy and reserved. She was naturally\\nartless and confiding though the kind of persecution she\\nhad experienced from one admirer had rendered her, for\\na time, suspicious and circumspect towards the other, she\\nnow felt an entire confidence in the sincerity and worth of\\n15", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0255.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "226 BBACEBRIDOE HALL.\\nAntonio, mingled with an overflowing gratitude. When\\nher eyes met his, they beamed with sympathy and kind-\\nness and Antonio, no longer haunted by the idea of a\\nfavored rival, once more aspired to success.\\nAt these domestic meetings, however, he had little op-\\nportunity of paying his court, except by looks. The\\nalchemist, supposing him, like himself, absorbed in the\\nstudy of alchemy, endeavored to cheer the tediousness of\\nhis recovery by long conversations on the art. He even\\nbrought several of his half-burnt volumes, which the stu-\\ndent had once rescued from the flames, and rewarded\\nhim for their preservation by reading copious passages.\\nHe would entertain him with the great and good acts of\\nFlamel, which he effected through means of the philoso-\\npher s stone, relieving widows and orphans, founding\\nhospitals, building churches, and what not or with the\\ninterrogatories of King Kalid, and the answers of Morie-\\nnus, the Roman hermit of Hierusalem or the profound\\nquestions Avhich Elardus, a necromancer of the province\\nof Catalonia, put to the devil, touching the secrets of al-\\nchemy, and the devil s replies.\\nAll these were couched in occult language, almost unin-\\ntelligible to the unpractised ear of the disciple. Indeed,\\nthe old man delighted in the mystic phrases and symbol-\\nical jargon in which the writers that have treated of al-\\nchemy have wrapped their communications rendering\\nthem incomprehensible except to the initiated. With\\nwhat rapture would he elevate his voice at a triumphant", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0256.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA.\\npassage, announcing the grand discovery Thou shalt\\nsee, would he exclaim, in the words of Henry Kuhnrade,*\\nthe stone of the philosophers (our king) go forth of the\\nbed-chamber of his glassy sepulchre into the theatre of\\nthis world that is to say, regenerated and made perfect,\\na shining carbuncle, a most temperate splendor, whose\\nmost subtle and dephurated parts are inseparable, united\\ninto one with a concordial mixture, exceeding equal, trans-\\nparent as crystal, shining red like a ruby, permanently\\ncoloring or ringing, fixt in all temptations or trials yea,\\nin the examination of the burning sulphur itself, and the\\ndevouring waters, and in the most vehement persecution\\nof the fire, always incombustible and permanent as a\\nsalamander\\nThe student had a high veneration for the fathers of\\nalchemy, and a profound respect for his instructor; but\\nwhat was Henry Kuhnrade, Geber, LuUy, or even Alber-\\ntus Magnus himself, compared to the countenance of Inez,\\nwhich presented such a page of beauty to his perusal?\\nWhile, therefore, the good alchemist was doling out\\nknowledge by the hour, his disciple would forget books,\\nalchemy, everything but the lovely object before him.\\nInez, too, unpractised in the science of the heart, was\\ngradually becoming fascinated by the silent attentions of\\nher lover. Day by day she seemed more and more per-\\nplexed by the kindling and strangely pleasing emotions of\\nAmphitheatre of the Eternal Wisdom.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0257.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "228 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nher bosom. Her eye was often cast down in tlionglit.\\nBlushes stole to her cheek without any apparent cause,\\nand light, half-suppressed sighs would follow these short\\nfits of musing. Her little ballads, though the same that\\nshe had always sung, yet breathed a more tender spirit.\\nEither the tones of her voice were more soft and touch-\\ning, or some passages were delivered with a feeling which\\nshe had never before given them. Antonio, beside his\\nlove for the abstruse sciences, had a pretty turn for\\nmusic and never did philosopher touch the guitar more\\ntastefully. As, by degrees, he conquered the mutual em-\\nbarrassment that kept them asunder, he ventured to ac-\\ncompany Inez in some of her songs. He had a voice full of\\nfire and tenderness as he sang, one would have thought,\\nfrom the kindling blushes of his companion, that he\\nhad been pleading his own passion in her ear. Let\\nthose who would keep two youthful hearts asunder be-\\nware of music. Oh this leaning over chairs, and conning\\nthe same music-book, and entwining of voices and melting\\naway in harmonies the German waltz is nothing to it.\\nThe worthy alchemist saw nothing of all this. His\\nmind could admit of no idea that was not connected with\\nthe discovery of the grand arcanum, and he supposed\\nhis youthful coadjutor equally devoted. He was a mere\\nchild as to human nature and, as to the passion of love,\\nwhatever he might once have felt of it, he had long since\\nforgotten that there was such an idle passion in exist-\\nence. But, while he dreamed, the silent amour went on.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0258.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 229\\nThe very quiet and seclusion of the place were favorable\\nto tlie growth of romantic passion. The opening bud of\\nlove was able to put forth leaf by leaf, without an ad-\\nverse wind to check its growth. There was neither offi-\\ncious friendship to chill by its advice, nor insidious envy\\nto wither by its sneers, nor an observing world to look\\non and stare it out of countenance. There was neither\\ndeclaration, nor vow, nor any other form of Cupid s cant-\\ning school. Their hearts mingled together, and under-\\nstood each other without the aid of language. They\\nlapsed into the full current of affection, unconscious of\\nits depth, and thoughtless of the rocks that might lurk\\nbeneath its surface. Happy lovers who wanted nothing\\nto make their felicity complete but the discovery of the\\nphilosopher s stone.\\nAt length Antonio s health was sufficiently restored to\\nenable him to return to his lodgings in Grenada. He\\nfelt uneasy, however, at leaving the tower, while lurking\\ndanger might surround its almost defenceless inmates.\\nHe dreaded lest Don Ambrosio, recovered from his\\nwounds, might plot some new attempt, by secret art or\\nopen violence. From all that he had heard, he knew\\nhim to be too implacable to suffer his defeat to pass\\nunavenged, and too rash and fearless, when his arts were\\nunavailing, to stop at any daring deed in the accomplish-\\nment of his purposes. He urged his apprehensions to\\nthe alchemist and his daughter, and proposed that they\\nshould abandon the dangerous vicinity of Grenada.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0259.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "230 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nI have relations, said lie, in Yalencia, poor indeed,\\nbut worthy and affectionate. Among them you will find\\nfriendship and quiet, and we may there pursue our la-\\nbors unmolested. He went on to paint the beauties\\nand delights of Valencia with all the fondness of a native,\\nand all the eloquence with which a lover paints the fields\\nand groves which he is picturing as the future scenes of\\nhis happiness. His eloquence, backed by the apprehen-\\nsions of Inez, was successful with the alchemist, who,\\nindeed, had led too unsettled a life to be particular about\\nthe place of his residence and it was determined that,\\nas soon as Antonio s health was perfectly restored, they\\nshould abandon the tower, and seek the delicious neigh-\\nborhood of Yalencia.*\\nTo recruit his strength, the student suspended his toils\\nin the laboratory, and spent the few remaining days, be-\\nfore departure, in taking a farewell look at the enchant-\\ning environs of Grenada. He felt returning health and\\nvigor as he inhaled the pure temperate breezes that play\\nabout its hills and the happy state of his mind con-\\nHere are the strongest silks, the sweetest wines, the excellent st\\nalmonds, the best oyls and beautifull st females of all Spain. The very\\nbruit animals make themselves beds of rosemary, and other fragrant\\nflowers hereabouts and when one is at sea, if the winde blow from the\\nshore, he may smell this soyl before he come in sight of it many leagues\\noff, by the strong odoriferous scent it casts. As it is the most pleasant,\\nso it is also the temperat st clime of all Spain, and they commonly call it\\nthe second Italy, which made the Moors, whereof many thousands were\\ndisterr d and banish d hence to Barbary to think that Paradise was in\\nthat part of the heavens which hung over this citie. Howell s Letteks.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0260.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 231\\ntributed to his rapid recovery. Inez was often the com-\\npanion of his walks. Her descent, by the mother s side,\\nfrom one of the ancient Moorish families, gave her an\\ninterest in this once favorite seat of Arabian power. She\\ngazed with enthusiasm upon its magnificent monuments,\\nand her memory was filled with the traditional tales and\\nballads of Moorish chivalry. Indeed, the solitary life\\nshe had led, and the visionary turn of her father s mind,\\nhad produced an effect upon her character, and given it\\na tinge of what, in modern days, would be termed ro-\\nmance. All this was called into full force by this new\\npassion for, when a woman first begins to love, life is all\\nromance to her.\\nIn one of their evening strolls, they had ascended to\\nthe mountain of the Sun, where is situated the Gener-\\naliffe, the palace of pleasure, in the days of Moorish do-\\nminion, but now a gloomy convent of capuchins. They\\nhad wandered about its garden, among groves of orange,\\ncitron, and cypress, where the waters, leaping in torrents,\\nor gushing in fountains, or tossed aloft in sparkling jets,\\nfill the air with music and freshness. There is a melan-\\ncholy mingled with all the beauties of this garden, that\\ngradually stole over the feelings of the lovers. The place\\nis full of the sad story of past times. It was the favorite\\nabode of the lovely queen of Grenada, where she was\\nsurrounded by the delights of a gay and voluptuous\\ncourt. It was here, too, amidst her own bowers of roses,\\nthat her slanderers laid the base story of her dishonor,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0261.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "232 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nand struck a fatal blow to the line of tlie gallant Aben-\\ncerrages.\\nThe whole garden has a look of ruin and neglect.\\nMany of the fountains are dry and broken the streams\\nhave wandered from their marble channels, and are\\nchoked by weeds and yellow leaves. The reed whistles\\nto the wind where it had once sported among roses, and\\nshaken perfume from the orange-blossom. The convent-\\nbell flings its sullen sound, or the drowsy vesper hymn\\nfloats along these solitudes, which once resounded with\\nthe song, and the dance, and the lover s serenade. Well\\nmay the Moors lament over the loss of this earthly par-\\nadise well may they remember it in their prayers, and\\nbeseech Heaven to restore it to the faithful well may\\ntheir ambassadors smite their breasts when they behold\\nthese monuments of their race, and sit down and weep\\namong the fading glories of Grenada\\nIt is impossible to wander about these scenes of de-\\nparted love and gayety, and not feel the tenderness of\\nthe heart awakened. It was then that Antonio first ven-\\ntured to breathe his passion, and to express by words\\nwhat his eyes had long since so eloquently revealed. He\\nmade his avowal with fervor, but with frankness. He\\nhad no gay prospects to hold out; he was a poor\\nscholar, dependent on his good spirits to feed and\\nclothe him. But a woman in love is no interested cal-\\nculator. Inez listened to him with downcast eyes, but\\nin them was a humid gleam that showed her heart was", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0262.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 233\\nwitli liim. She liad no prudery in her nature and she\\nhad not been sufficiently in society to acquire it. She\\nloved him with all the absence of worldliness of a genu-\\nine woman and, amidst timid smiles and blushes, he\\ndrew from her a modest acknowledgment of her affection.\\nThey wandered about the garden with that sweet\\nintoxication of the soul which none but happy lovers\\nknow. The world about them was all fairy land; and,\\nindeed, it spread forth one of its fairest scenes before\\ntheir eyes, as if to fulfil their dream of earthly happi-\\nness. They looked out from between groves of orange\\nupon the towers of Grenada below them the magnifi-\\ncent plain of the Yega beyond, streaked with evening\\nsunshine, and the distant hills tinted with rosy and\\npurple hues it seemed an emblem of the happy future\\nthat love and hope were decking out for them.\\nAs if to make the scene complete, a group of Andalu-\\nsians struck up a dance, in one of the vistas of the\\ngarden, to the guitars of two wandering musicians. The\\nSpanish music is wild and plaintive, yet the people\\ndance to it with spirit and enthusiasm. The picturesque\\nfigures of the dance, the girls with their hair in silken\\nnets that hung in knots and tassels down their backs,\\ntheir mantillas floating round their graceful forms, their\\nslender feet peeping from under their basquinas, their\\narms tossed up in. the air to play the castanets, had a\\nbeautiful effect on this airy height, with the rich evening\\nlandscape spreading out below them.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0263.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "234 BBACEBBIDQE BALL.\\nWhen the dance was ended, two of the parties ap-\\nproached Antonio and Inez one of them began a soft and\\ntender Moorish ballad, accompanied by the other on the\\nlute. It alluded to the story of the garden, the wrongs\\nof the fair queen of Grenada, and the misfortunes of\\nthe Abencerrages. It was one of those old ballads that\\nabound in this part of Spain, and live, like echoes, about\\nthe ruins of Moorish greatness. The heart of Inez\\nwas at that moment open to every tender impression;\\nthe tears rose into her eyes as she listened to the tale.\\nThe singer approached nearer to her she was striking\\nin her appearance young, beautiful, with a mixture of\\nwildness and melancholy in her fine black eyes. She\\nfixed them mournfully and expressively on Inez, and sud-\\ndenly varying her manner, sang another ballad, which\\ntreated of impending danger and treachery. All this\\nmight have passed for a mere accidental caprice of the\\nsinger, had there not been something in her look, man-\\nner, and gesticulation, that made it pointed and startling.\\nInez was about to ask the meaning of this evidently\\npersonal application of the song, when she was inter-\\nrupted by Antonio, who gently drew her from the place.\\nWhilst she had been lost in attention to the music, he had\\nremarked a group of men, in the shadows of the trees,\\nwhispering together. They were enveloped in the broad\\nhats and great cloaks so much worn by the Spanish, and\\nwhile they were regarding himself and Inez attentively,\\nseemed anxious to avoid observation. Not knowing what", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0264.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 235\\nmiglit be tlieir character or intention, he hastened to quit\\na place where the gathering shadows of evening might\\nexpose them to intrusion and insult. On their way down\\nthe hill, as they passed through the wood of elms, min-\\ngled with poplars and oleanders, that skirts the road lead-\\ning from the Alhambra, he again saw these men, appa-\\nrently following at a distance and he afterwards caught\\nsight of them among the trees on the banks of the Darro.\\nHe said nothing on the subject to Inez, nor her father,\\nfor he would not awaken unnecessary alarm but he felt\\nat a loss how to ascertain or to avert any machinations\\nthat might be devising against the helpless inhabitants\\nof the tower.\\nHe took his leave of them late at night, full of this per-\\nplexity. As he left the dreary old pile, he saw some one\\nlurking in the shadow of the wall, apparently watch-\\ning his movements. He hastened after the figure, but\\nit glided away, and disappeared among some ruins.\\nShortly after he heard a low whistle, which was answer-\\ned from a little distance. He had no longer a doubt but\\nthat some mischief was on foot, and turned to hasten\\nback to the tower, and put its inmates on their guard.\\nHe had scarcely turned, however, before he found him-\\nself suddenly seized from behind by some one of Her-\\nculean strength. His struggles were in vain he was sur-\\nrounded by armed men. One threw a mantle over him\\nthat stifled his cries, and enveloped him in its folds;\\nand he was hurried off with irresistible rapidity.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0265.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "236 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nThe next day passed without the appearance of An-\\ntonio at the alchemist s. Another, and another day\\nsucceeded, and yet he did not come nor had anything\\nbeen heard of him at his lodgings. His absence caused,\\nat first, surprise and conjecture, and at length alarm.\\nInez recollected the singular intimations of the ballad-\\nsinger upon the mountain, which seemed to warn her of\\nimpending danger, and her mind was full of vague fore-\\nbodings. She sat listening to every sound at the gate,\\nor footstep on the stairs. She would take up her guitar\\nand strike a few notes, but it would not do her heart\\nwas sickening with suspense and anxiety. She had never\\nbefore felt what it was to be really lonely. She now was\\nconscious of the force of that attachment which had\\ntaken possession of her breast for never do we know\\nhow much we love, never do we know how necessary the\\nobject of our love is to our happiness, until we experi-\\nence the weary void of separation.\\nThe philosopher, too, felt the absence of his disciple\\nalmost as sensibly as did his daughter. The animating\\nbuoyancy of the youth had inspired him with new ardor,\\nand had given to his labors the charm of full companion-\\nship. However, he had resources and consolations of\\nwhich his daughter was destitute. His pursuits were\\nof a nature to occupy every thought, and keep the spirits\\nin a state of continual excitement. Certain indications,\\ntoo, had lately manifested themselves, of the most favor-\\nable nature. Forty days and forty nights had the pro-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0266.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 237\\ncess gone on successfully; the old man s hopes were\\nconstantly rising, and he now considered the glorious\\nmoment once more at hand, when he should obtain not\\nmerely the major lunaria, but likewise the tinctura So-\\nlaris, the means of multiplying gold, and of prolonging\\nexistence. He remained, therefore, continually shut up\\nin his laboratory, watching his furnace for a moment s\\ninadvertency might once more defeat all his expectations.\\nHe was sitting one evening at one of his solitary vigils,\\nwrapped up in meditation the hour was late, and his\\nneighbor, the owl, was hooting from the battlement of the\\ntower, when he heard the door open behind him. Sup-\\nposing it to be his daughter coming to take leave of him\\nfor the night, as was her frequent practice, he called her\\nby name, but a harsh voice met his ear in reply. He\\nwas grasped by the arms, and looking up, perceived\\nthree strange men in the chamber. He attempted to\\nshake them off, but in vain. He called for help, but they\\nscoffed at his cries.\\nPeace, dotard cried one, think st thou the ser-\\nvants of the most holy inquisition are to be daunted by\\nthy clamors Comrades, away with him\\nWithout heeding his remonstrances and entreaties,\\nthey seized upon his books and papers, took some note\\nof the apartment, and the utensils, and then bore him off\\na prisoner.\\nInez, left to herself, had passed a sad and lonely even-\\ning seated by a casement which looked into the garden,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0267.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "238 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nslie had pensively watclied star after star sparkle out of\\nthe blue depths of the sky, and was indulging a crowd\\nof anxious thoughts about her lover, until the rising\\ntears began to flow. She was suddenly alarmed by the\\nsound of voices that seemed to come from a distant part\\nof the mansion. There was not long after a noise of\\nseveral persons descending the stairs. Surprised at\\nthese unusual sounds in their lonely habitation, she\\nremained for a few moments in a state of trembling yet\\nindistinct apprehension, when the servant rushed into\\nthe room, with terror in her countenance, and informed\\nher that her father was carried off by armed men.\\nInez did not stop to hear further, but flew down-stairs\\nto overtake them. She had scarcely passed the thresh-\\nold when she found herself in the grasp of strangers.\\nAway away cried she, wildly do not stop me\\nlet me follow my father.\\nWe come to conduct you to him, senora, said one of\\nthe men, respectfully.\\nWhere is he then?\\nHe is gone to Grenada, replied the man an unex-\\npected circumstance requires his presence there immedi-\\nately; but he is among friends.\\nWe have no friends in Grenada, said Inez, drawing\\nback. But then the idea of Antonio rushed into her\\nmind something relating to him might have called her\\nfather thither. Is Senor Antonio de Castros with\\nhim? demanded she, with agitation.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0268.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 239\\nI know not, senora, replied tlie man. It is very\\npossible. I only know that your fatlier is among friends,\\nand is anxious for you to follow liim.\\nLet us go, then, cried she, eagerly. The men led\\nher a little distance to where a mule was waiting, and,\\nassisting her to mount, they conducted her slowly to-\\nwards the city.\\nGrenada was on that evening a scene of fanciful revel.\\nIt was one of the festivals of the Maes-tranza, an associ-\\nation of the nobility to keep up some of the gallant cus-\\ntoms of ancient chivalry. There had been a representa-\\ntion of a tournament in one of the squares the streets\\nwould still occasionally resound with the beat of a soli-\\ntary drum, or the bray of a trumpet, from some strag-\\ngling party of revellers. Sometimes they were met by\\ncavaliers, richly dressed in ancient costumes, attended by\\ntheir squires and at one time they passed in sight of a\\npalace brilliantly illuminated, whence came the mingled\\nsounds of music and the dance. Shortly after they came\\nto the square, where the mock tournament had been\\nheld. It was thronged by the populace, recreating them-\\nselves among booths and stalls where refreshments were\\nsold, and the glare of torches showed the temporary gal-\\nleries, and gay-colored awnings, and armorial trophies,\\nand other paraphernalia of the show. The conductors\\nof Inez endeavored to keep out of observation, and to\\ntraverse a gloomy part of the square but they were de-\\ntained at one place by the pressure of a crowd surround-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0269.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "240 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\ning a party of wandering musicians, singing one of tliose\\nballads of whicli the Spanish populace are so passionate-\\nly fond. Tlie torches wliich were held by some of the\\ncrowd, threw a strong mass of light upon Inez, and the\\nsight of so beautiful a being, without mantilla or veil,\\nlooking so bewildered, and conducted by men who seem-\\ned to take no gratification in the surrounding gayety,\\noccasioned expressions of curiosity. One of the ballad-\\nsingers approached, and striking her guitar with peculiar\\nearnestness, began to sing a doleful air, full of sinister\\nforebodings. Inez started with surprise. It was the\\nsame ballad-singer that had addressed her in the garden\\nof Generaliffe. It was the same air that she had then\\nsung. It spoke of impending dangers they seemed, in-\\ndeed, to be thickening around her. She was anxious to\\nspeak with the girl, and to ascertain whether she really\\nhad a knowledge of any definite evil that was threatening\\nher but as she attempted to address her, the mule on\\nwhich she rode was suddenly seized and led forcibly\\nthrough the throng by one of her conductors, while she\\nsaw another addressing menacing words to the ballad-\\nsinger. The latter raised her hand with a warning ges-\\nture as Inez lost sight of her.\\nWhile she was yet lost in perplexity, caused by this\\nsingular occurrence, they stopped at the gate of a large\\nmansion. One of her attendants knocked, the door was\\nopened, and they entered a paved court. Where are\\nwe? demanded Inez, with anxiety. At the house of a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0270.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 241\\nfriend, senora, replied the man. Ascend this staircase\\nwith me, and in a moment you will meet your father.\\nThey ascended a staircase that led to a suite of splen-\\ndid apartments. They passed through several until they\\ncame to an inner chamber. The door opened some one\\napproached but what was her terror on perceiving, not\\nher father, but Don Ambrosio\\nThe men who had seized upon the alchemist had, at\\nleast, been more honest in their professions. They were,\\nindeed, familiars of the inquisition. He was conducted\\nin silence to the gloomy prison of that horrible tribunal.\\nIt was a mansion whose very aspect withered joy, and\\nalmost shut out hope. It was one of those hideous\\nabodes which the bad passions of men conjure up in this\\nfair world, to rival the fancied dens of demons and the\\naccursed.\\nDay after day went heavily by, without anything to\\nmark the lapse of time but the decline and reappearance\\nof the light that feebly glimmered through the narrow\\nwindow of the dungeon in which the unfortunate alche-\\nmist was buried rather than confined. His mind was\\nharassed with uncertainties and fears about his daughter,\\nso helpless and inexperienced. He endeavored to gather\\ntidings of her from the man who brought his daily por-\\ntion of food. The fellow stared, as if astonished at being\\nasked a question in that mansion of silence and mystery,\\nbut departed without saying a word. Every succeeding\\nattempt was equally fruitless.\\n16", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0271.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "242 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nThe poor alchemist was oppressed with many griefs;\\nand it was not the least that he had been again inter-\\nrupted in his labors on the very point of success. Never\\nwas alchemist so near attaining the golden secret a\\nlittle longer, and all his hopes would have been realized.\\nThe thoughts of these disappointments afflicted him more\\nthan even the fear of all that he might suffer from the\\nmerciless inquisition. His waking thoughts would fol-\\nlow him into his dreams. He would be transported in\\nfancy to his laboratory, busied again among retorts and\\nalembics, and surrounded by LuUy, by D Abano, by\\nOlybius, and the other masters of the sublime art. The\\nmoment of projection would arrive a seraphic form\\nwould arise out of the furnace, holding forth a vessel\\ncontaining the precious elixir but, before he could grasp\\nthe prize, he would awake, and find himself in a dungeon.\\nAll the devices of inquisitorial ingenuity were em-\\nployed to ensnare the old man, and to draw from him\\nevidence that might be brought against himself, and\\nmight corroborate certain secret information given\\nagainst him. He had been accused of practising necro-\\nmancy and judicial astrology, and a cloud of evidence\\nhad been secretly brought forward to substantiate the\\ncharge. It would be tedious to enumerate all the cir-\\ncumstances, apparently corroborative, which had been\\nindustriously cited by the secret accuser. The silence\\nwhich prevailed about the tower, its desolateness, the\\nvery quiet of its inhabitants, had been adduced as proofs", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0272.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 243\\nthat something sinister was perpetrated within. The al-\\nchemist s conversations and soliloquies in the garden had\\nbeen overheard and misrepresented. The lights and\\nstrange appearances at night, in the tower, were given\\nwith violent exaggerations. Shrieks and yells were said\\nto have been heard thence at midnight, when, it was con-\\nfidently asserted, the old man raised familiar spirits by\\nhis incantations, and even compelled the dead to rise\\nfrom their graves, and answer to his questions.\\nThe alchemist, according to the custom of the inquisi-\\ntion, was kept in complete ignorance of his accuser of\\nthe witnesses produced against him even of the crimes\\nof which he was accused. He was examined generally,\\nwhether he knew why he was arrested, and was conscious\\nof any guilt that might deserve the notice of the holy\\noffice He was examined as to his country, his life, his\\nhabits, his pursuits, his actions, and opinions. The old\\nman was frank and simple in his replies he was con-\\nscious of no guilt, capable of no art, practised in no dis-\\nsimulation. After receiving a general admonition to be-\\nthink himself whether he had not committed any act\\ndeserving of punishment, and to prepare, by confession,\\nto secure the well-known mercy of the tribunal, he was\\nremanded to his cell.\\nHe was now visited in his dungeon by crafty familiars\\nof the inquisition who, under pretence of sympathy and\\nkindness, came to beguile the tediousness of his impris-\\nonment with friendly conversation. They casually intro-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0273.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "244 BBACEBRIDOE HALL.\\nduced the subject of alchemy, on wliicli tliey touclied with\\ngreat caution and pretended indifference. There was no\\nneed of such craftiness. The honest enthusiast had no\\nsuspicion in his nature the moment they touched upon\\nhis favorite theme, he forgot his misfortunes and impris-\\nonment, and broke forth into rhapsodies about the divine\\nscience.\\nThe conversation was artfully turned to the discussion\\nof elementary beings. The alchemist readily allowed\\nhis belief in them and that there had been instances of\\ntheir attending upon philosophers, and administering to\\ntheir wishes. He related many miracles said to have\\nbeen performed by Apollonius Thyaneus, through the\\naid of spirits or demons insomuch that he was set up\\nby the heathens in opposition to the Messiah and was\\neven regarded with reverence by many Christians. The\\nfamiliars eagerly demanded whether he believed Apol-\\nlonius to be a true and worthy philosopher. The unaf-\\nfected piety of the alchemist protected him even in the\\nmidst of his simplicity for he condemned Apollonius as\\na sorcerer and an impostor. No art could draw from\\nhim an admission that he had ever employed or invoked\\nspiritual agencies in the prosecution of his pursuits,\\nthough he believed himself to have been frequently im-\\npeded by their invisible interference.\\nThe inquisitors were sorely vexed at not being able to\\ninveigle him into a confession of a criminal nature they\\nattributed their failure to craft, to obstinacy, to every", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0274.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 245\\ncause but the right one, namely, that the harmless vi-\\nsionary had nothing guilty to confess. They had abun-\\ndant proof of a secret nature against him but it was the\\npractice of the inquisition to endeavor to procure confes-\\nsion from the prisoners. An auto da fe was at hand the\\nworthy fathers were eager for his conviction, for they\\nwere always anxious to have a good number of culprits\\ncondemned to the stake, to grace these solemn triumphs.\\nHe was at length brought to a final examination.\\nThe chamber of trial was spacious and gloomy. At\\none end was a huge crucifix, the standard of the inquisi-\\ntion. A long table extended through the centre of the\\nroom, at which sat the inquisitors and their secretary\\nat the other end a stool was placed for the prisoner.\\nHe was brought in, according to custom, bare-headed\\nand bare-legged. He was enfeebled by confinement and\\naffliction by constantly brooding over the unknown fate\\nof his child, and the disastrous interruption of his ex-\\nperiments. He sat bowed down and listless his head\\nsunk upon his breast his whole appearance that of one\\npast hope, abandoned, and by himself given over.\\nThe accusation alleged against him was now brought\\nforward in a specific form he was called upon by name,\\nFelix de Yasquez, formerly of Castile, to answer to the\\ncharges of necromancy and demonology. He was told that\\nthe charges were amply substantiated and was asked\\nwhether he was ready, by full confession, to throw him-\\nself upon the well-known mercy of the holy inquisition.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0275.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "246 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nTlie pliilosoplier testified some little surprise at tlie\\nnature of the accusation, but simply replied, I am inno-\\ncent.\\nWhat proof have you to give of your innocence\\nIt rather remains for you to prove your charges,\\nsaid the old man. I am a stranger and a sojourner in\\nthe land, and know no one out of the doors of my dwell-\\ning. I can give nothing in my vindication but the word\\nof a nobleman and a Castilian.\\nThe inquisitor shook his head, and went on to repeat\\nthe various inquiries that had before been made as to his\\nmode of life and pursuits. The poor alchemist was too\\nfeeble and too weary at heart to make any but brief re-\\nplies. He requested that some man of science might\\nexamine his laboratory, and all his books and papers, by\\nwhich it would be made abundantly evident that he was\\nmerely engaged in the study of alchemy.\\nTo this the inquisitor observed, that alchemy had be-\\ncome a mere covert for secret and deadly sins. That the\\npractisers of it were apt to scruple at no means to sat-\\nisfy their inordinate greediness of gold. Some had been\\nknown to use spells and impious ceremonies to conjure\\nthe aid of evil spirits nay, even to sell their souls to the\\nenemy of mankind, so that they might riot in boundless\\nwealth while living.\\nThe poor alchemist had heard all patiently, or, at\\nleast, passively. He had disdained to vindicate his name\\notherwise than by his word he had smiled at the accu-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0276.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 247\\nsations of sorcery, wlien applied merely to himself but\\nwhen the sublime art, which had been the study and\\npassion of his life, was assailed, he could no longer listen\\nin silence. His head gradually rose from his bosom a\\nhectic color came in faint streaks to his cheeks, played\\nabout there, disappeared, returned, and at length kindled\\ninto a burning glow. The clammy dampness dried from\\nhis forehead his eyes, which had been nearly extin-\\nguished, lighted up again, and burned with their wonted\\nand visionary j res. He entered into a vindication of his\\nfavorite art. His voice at first was feeble and broken\\nbut it gathered strength as he proceeded, until it rolled\\nin a deep and sonorous volume. He gradually rose from\\nhis seat as he rose with his subject he threw back the\\nscanty black mantle which had hitherto wrapped his\\nlimbs the very uncouthness of his form and looks gave\\nan impressive effect to what he uttered it was as though\\na corpse had become suddenly animated.\\nHe repelled with scorn the aspersions cast upon alche-\\nmy by the ignorant and vulgar. He affirmed it to be\\nthe mother of all art and science, citing the opinions of\\nParacelsus, Sandivogius, Raymond LuUy, and others, in\\nsupport of his assertions. He maintained that it was\\npure and innocent, and honorable both in its purposes\\nand means. What were its objects The perpetuation\\nof life and youth, and the production of gold. The\\nelixir vitse, said he, is no charmed potion, but merely\\na concentration of those elements of vitality which nature", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0277.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "248 BBACEBRIDOE HALL.\\nhas scattered througli her works. The philosopher s\\nstone, or tincture, or powder, as it is variously called, is\\nno necromantic talisman, but consists simply of those\\nparticles which gold contains within itself for its re-\\nproduction for gold, like other things, has its seed\\nwithin itself, though bound up with inconceivable firm-\\nness, from the vigor of innate fixed salts and sulphurs.\\nIn seeking to discover the elixir of life, then, continued\\nhe, we seek only to apply some of nature s own speci-\\nfics against the disease and decay to which our bodies\\nare subjected and what else does the physician, when\\nhe tasks his art, and uses subtle compounds and cunning\\ndistillations to revive our languishing powers, and avert\\nthe stroke of death for a season\\nIn seeking to multiply the precious metals, also, we\\nseek but to germinate and multiply, by natural means, a\\nparticular species of nature s productions and what else\\ndoes the husbandman, who consults times and seasons,\\nand, by what might be deemed a natural magic, from the\\nmere scattering of his hand, covers a whole plain with\\ngolden vegetation The mysteries of our art, it is true,\\nare deeply and darkly hidden but it requires so much\\nthe more innocence and purity of thought to penetrate\\nunto them. No, father, the true alchemist must be pure\\nin mind and body he must be temperate, patient, chaste,\\nwatchful, meek, humble, devout. My son, says Hermes\\nTrismegestes, the great master of our art, my son, I re-\\ncommend you above all things to fear God. And indeed", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0278.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 249\\nit is only by devout castigation of the senses and purifi-\\ncation of the soul, that the alchemist is enabled to enter\\ninto the sacred chambers of truth. Labor, pray, and\\nread, is the motto of our science. As De Nuysement well\\nobserves, these high and singular favors are granted\\nunto none save only unto the sons of God, (that is to say,\\nthe virtuous and devout,) who, under his paternal bene-\\ndiction, have obtained the opening of the same, by the\\nhelping hand of the queen of arts, divine philosophy.\\nIndeed, so sacred has the nature of this knowledge been\\nconsidered, that we are told it has four times been ex-\\npressly communicated by God to man, having made a\\npart of that cabalistical wisdom which was revealed to\\nAdam to console him for the loss of Paradise, to Moses\\nin the bush, to Solomon in a dream, and to Esdras by the\\nangel.\\nSo far from demons and malign spirits being the\\nfriends and abettors of the alchemist, they are the con-\\ntinual foes with which he has to contend. It is their\\nconstant endeavor to shut up the avenues to those truths\\nwhich would enable him to rise above the abject state\\ninto which he has fallen, and return to that excellence\\nwhich was his original birthright. For what would be the\\neffect of this length of days, and this abundant wealth,\\nbut to enable the possessor to go on from art to art, from\\nscience to science, with energies unimpaired by sickness,\\nuninterrupted by death For this have sages and phi-\\nlosophers shut themselves up in cells and solitudes bur-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0279.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "250 BBAGEBBIDOE HALL.\\nied themselves in caves and dens of the earth; turning\\nfrom the joys of life, and the pleasance of the world\\nenduring scorn, poverty, persecution. For this was Ray-\\nmond Lully stoned to death in Mauritania. For this\\ndid the immortal Pietro D Abano suffer persecution at\\nPadua, and when he escaped from his oppressors by\\ndeath, was despitefully burnt in effigy. For this have\\nillustrious men of all nations intrepidly suffered martyr-\\ndom. For this, if unmolested, have they assiduously em-\\nployed the latest hour of life, the expiring throb of ex-\\nistence, hoping to the last that they might yet seize upon\\nthe prize for which they had struggled, and pluck them-\\nselves back even from the very jaws of the grave.\\nFor, when once the alchemist shall have attained the\\nobject of his toils, when the sublime secret shall be\\nrevealed to his gaze, how glorious will be the change in\\nhis condition! How will he emerge from his solitary\\nretreat, like the sun breaking forth from the darksome\\nchamber of the night, and darting his beams throughout\\nthe earth Gifted with perpetual youth and boundless\\nriches, to what heights of wisdom may he attain How\\nmay he carry on, uninterrupted, the thread of knowl-\\nedge, which has hitherto been snapped at the death of\\neach philosopher And, as the increase of wisdom is\\nthe increase of virtue, how may he become the bene-\\nfactor of his fellow-men dispensing with liberal, but\\ncautious and discriminating hand, that inexhaustible\\nwealth which is at his disposal banishing poverty,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0280.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 251\\nwhich is the cause of so much sorrow and wickedness\\nencouraging the arts promoting discoveries, and en-\\nlarging all the means of virtuous enjoyment His life\\nwill be the connecting band of generations. History will\\nlive in his recollection distant ages will speak with his\\ntongue. The nations of the earth will look to him as\\ntheir preceptor, and kings will sit at his feet and learn\\nwisdom. Oh glorious oh celestial alchemy\\nHere he was interrupted by the inquisitor, who had\\nsuffered him to go on thus far, in hopes of gathering\\nsomething from his unguarded enthusiasm. Seiior,\\nsaid he, this is all rambling, visionary talk. You are\\ncharged with sorcery, and in defence you give us a\\nrhapsody about alchemy. Have you nothing better than\\nthis to offer in your defence\\nThe old man slowly resumed his seat, but did deign\\nno reply. The fire that had beamed in his eye gradu-\\nally expired. His cheek resumed its wonted paleness\\nbut he did not relapse into inanity. He sat with a\\nsteady, serene, patient look, like one prepared not to\\ncontend but to suffer.\\nHis trial continued for a long time with cruel mockery\\nof justice, for no witnesses were ever, in this court, con-\\nfronted with the accused, and the latter had continually\\nto defend himself in the dark. Some unknown and\\npowerful enemy had alleged charges against the unfortu-\\nnate alchemist, but who he could not imagine. Stranger\\nand sojourner as he was in the land, solitary and harm-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0281.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "252 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nless in his pursuits, how could he have provoked such\\nhostility The tide of secret testimony, however, was\\ntoo strong against him he was convicted of the crime of\\nmagic, and condemned to expiate his sins at the stake,\\nat the approaching auto dafe.\\nWhile the unhappy alchemist was undergoing his trial\\nat the inquisition, his daughter was exposed to trials no\\nless severe. Don Ambrosio, into whose hands she had\\nfallen, was, as has before been intimated, one of the most\\ndaring and lawless profligates in all Grenada. He was\\na man of hot blood and fiery passions, who stopped at\\nnothing in the gratification of his desires yet with all\\nthis he possessed manners, address, and accomplish-\\nments, that had made him eminently successful among\\nthe sex. From the palace to the cottage he had ex-\\ntended his amorous enterprises his serenades harassed\\nthe slumbers of half the husbands in Grenada no bal-\\ncony was too high for his adventurous attempts nor any\\ncottage too lowly for his perfidious seductions. Yet he\\nwas as fickle as he was ardent success had made him\\nvain and capricious he had no sentiment to attach him\\nto the victim of his arts and many a pale cheek and\\nfading eye, languishing amidst the sparkling of jewels,\\nand many a breaking heart, throbbing under the rustic\\nbodice, bore testimony to his triumphs and his faith-\\nlessness.\\nHe was sated, however, by easy conquests, and wea-\\nried of a life of continual and prompt gratification.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0282.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 253\\nThere liad been a degree of difficulty and enterprise in\\ntlie pursuit of Inez, that he had never before expe-\\nrienced. It had aroused him from the monotony of\\nmere sensual life, and stimulated him with the charm\\nof adventure. He had become an epicure in pleasure\\nand now that he had this coy beauty in his power, he\\nwas determined to protract his enjoyment, by the grad-\\nual conquest of her scruples, and downfall of her virtue.\\nHe was vain of his person and address, which he\\nthought no woman could long withstand and it was a\\nkind of trial of skill to endeavor to gain by art and fasci-\\nnation what he was secure of obtaining at any time by\\nviolence.\\nWhen Inez, therefore, was brought to his presence by\\nhis emissaries, he affected not to notice her terror and\\nsurprise, but received her with formal and stately cour-\\ntesy. He was too wary a fowler to flutter the bird when\\njust entangled in the net. To her eager and wild in-\\nquiries about her father, he begged her not to be\\nalarmed that he was safe, and had been there, but was\\nengaged elsewhere in an affair of moment, from which\\nhe would soon return in the meantime he had left\\nword that she should await his return in patience.\\nAfter some stately expressions of general civility, Don\\nAmbrosio made a ceremonious bow, and retired.\\nThe mind of Inez was full of trouble and perplexity.\\nThe stately formality of Don Ambrosio was so unex-\\npected as to check the accusations and reproaches that", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0283.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "254 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nwere springing to her lips. Had lie liad evil designs,\\nwould lie have treated her with such frigid ceremony\\nwhen he had her in his power But why, then, was she\\nbrought to his house Was not the mysterious disap-\\npearance of Antonio connected with this A thought\\nsuddenly darted into her mind. Antonio had again met\\nwith Don Ambrosio they had fought Antonio was\\nwounded perhaps dying! ^It was him to whom her\\nfather had gone. It was at his request that Don Am-\\nbrosio had sent for them to soothe his dying moments\\nThese, and a thousand such horrible suggestions ha-\\nrassed her mind but she tried in vain to get informa-\\ntion from the domestics they knew nothing but that\\nher father had been there, had gone, and would soon\\nreturn.\\nThus passed a night of tumultuous thought and vague\\nyet cruel apprehensions. She knew not what to do, or\\nwhat to believe whether she ought to fly, or to remain\\nbut if to fly, how was she to extricate herself and where\\nwas she to seek her father As the day dawned without\\nany intelligence of him, her alarm increased at length a\\nmessage was brought from him, saying that circum-\\nstances prevented his return to her, but begging her to\\nhasten to him without delay.\\nWith an eager and throbbing heart did she set forth\\nwith the men that were to conduct her. She little\\nthought, however, that she was merely changing her\\nprison-house. Don Ambrosio had feared lest she should", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0284.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 255\\nbe traced to his residence in Grenada or that he might\\nbe interrupted there before he could accomplish his plan\\nof seduction. He had her now conveyed, therefore, to a\\nmansion which he possessed in one of the mountain sol-\\nitudes in the neighborhood of Grenada a lonely, but\\nbeautiful retreat. In vain, on her arrival, did she look\\naround for her father, or Antonio none but strange\\nfaces met her eye menials profoundly respectful, but\\nwho knew nor saw anything but what their master\\npleased.\\nShe had scarcely arrived before Don Ambrosio made\\nhis appearance, less stately in his manner, but still treat-\\ning her with the utmost delicacy and deference. Inez\\nwas too much agitated and alarmed to be baffled by his\\ncourtesy, and became vehement in her demand to be\\nconducted to her father.\\nDon Ambrosio now put on an appearance of the great-\\nest embarrassment and emotion. After some delay, and\\nmuch pretended confusion, he at length confessed that\\nthe seizure of her father was all a stratagem; a mere\\nfalse alarm to procure him the present opportunity of\\nhaving access to her, and endeavoring to mitigate that\\nobduracy, and conquer that repugnance, which he de-\\nclared had almost driven him to distraction.\\nHe assured her that her father was again at home in\\nsafety, and occupied in his usual pursuits having been\\nfully satisfied that his daughter was in honorable hands,\\nand would soon be restored to him. In vain she threw", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0285.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "256 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nterself at his feet, and implored to be set at liberty lie\\nonly replied by gentle entreaties, that she would pardon\\nthe seeming violence he had to use and that she would\\ntrust a little while to his honor. You are here, said\\nhe, absolute mistress of everything nothing shall be\\nsaid or done to offend you I will not even intrude upon\\nyour ear the unhappy passion that is devouring my\\nheart. Should you require it, I will even absent myself\\nfrom your presence but to part with you entirely at\\npresent, with your mind full of doubts and resentments,\\nwould be worse than death to me. No, beautiful Inez,\\nyou must first know me a little better, and know my con-\\nduct, that my passion for you is as delicate and respect-\\nful as it is vehement.\\nThe assurance of her father s safety had relieved Inez\\nfrom one cause of torturing anxiety, only to render her\\nfears more violent on her own account. Don Ambrosio,\\nhowever, continued to treat her with artful deference,\\nthat insensibly lulled her apprehensions. It is true she\\nfound herself a captive, but no advantage appeared to be\\ntaken of her helplessness. She soothed herself with the\\nidea that a little while would suffice to convince Don\\nAmbrosio of the fallacy of his hopes, and that he would\\nbe induced to restore her to her home. Her transports\\nof terror and affliction, therefore, subsided, in a few days,\\ninto a passive, yet anxious melancholy, with which she\\nawaited the hoped-for event.\\nIn the meanwhile all those artifices were employed", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0286.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "TEE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 257\\nthat are calculated to charm the senses, ensnare the feel-\\nings, and dissolve the heart into tenderness. Bon\\nAmbrosio was a master of the subtle arts of seduction.\\nHis very mansion breathed an enervating atmosphere of\\nlanguor and delight. It was here, amidst twilight saloons\\nand dreamy chambers, buried among groves of orange\\nand myrtle, that he shut himself up at times from the\\nprying world, and gave free scope to the gratification of\\nhis pleasures.\\nThe apartments were furnished in the most sumptuous\\nand voluptuous manner the silken couches swelled to\\nthe touch, and sank in downy softness beneath the slight-\\nest pressure. The paintings and statues all told some\\nclassic tale of love, managed, however, with an insidious\\ndelicacy which, while it banished the grossness that\\nmight disgust, was the more calculated to excite the im-\\nagination. There the blooming Adonis was seen, not\\nbreaking away to pursue the boisterous chase, but crown-\\ned with flowers, and languishing in the embraces of celes-\\ntial beauty. There Acis wooed his Galatea in the shade,\\nwith the Sicilian sea spreading in halcyon serenity before\\nthem. There were depicted groups of fauns and dryads,\\nfondly reclining in summer bowers, and listening to\\nthe liquid piping of the reed or the wanton satyrs sur-\\nprising some wood-nymph during her noontide slumber.\\nThere, too, on the storied tapestry, might be seen the\\nchaste Diana, stealing, in the mystery of moonlight, to\\nkiss the sleeping Eudymion; while Cupid and Psyche,\\n17", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0287.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "258 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nentwined in immortal marble, breathed on each other s\\nlips the early kiss of love.\\nThe ardent rays of the sun were excluded from these\\nbalmy halls soft and tender music from unseen musi-\\ncians floated around, seeming to mingle with the perfumes\\nexhaled from a thousand flowers. At night, when the\\nmoon shed a fairy light over the scene, the tender sere-\\nnade would rise from among the bowers of the garden, in\\nwhich the fine voice of Don Ambrosio might often be\\ndistinguished; or the amorous flute would be heard\\nalong the mountain, breathing in its pensive cadences the\\nvery soul of a lover s melancholy.\\nVarious entertainments were also devised to dispel her\\nloneliness and to charm away the idea of confinement.\\nGroups of Andalusian dancers performed, in the splendid\\nsaloons, the various picturesque dances of their country\\nor represented little amorous ballets, which turned upon\\nsome pleasing scene of pastoral coquetry and courtship.\\nSometimes there were bands of singers, who, to the ro-\\nmantic guitar, warbled forth ditties full of passion and\\ntenderness.\\nThus all about her enticed to pleasure and voluptuous-\\nness but the heart of Inez turned with distaste from\\nthis idle mockery. The tears would rush into her eyes\\nas her thoughts reverted from this scene of profligate\\nsplendor to the humble but virtuous home whence she\\nhad been betrayed or if the witching power of music\\never soothed her into a tender reverie, it was to dwell", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0288.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 259\\nwith fondness on the image of Antonio. But if Don Am-\\nbrosio, deceived by this transient calm, should attempt\\nat such time to whisper his passion, she would start as\\nfrom a dream, and recoil from him with involuntary\\nshuddering.\\nShe had passed one long day of more than ordinary\\nsadness, and in the evening a band of these hired per-\\nformers were exerting all the animating powers of song\\nand dance to amuse her. But while the lofty saloon re-\\nsounded with their warblings, and the light sound of feet\\nupon its marble pavement kept time to the cadence of\\nthe song, poor Inez, with her face buried in the silken\\ncouch on which she reclined, was only rendered more\\nwretched by the sound of gayety.\\nAt length her attention was caught by the voice of one\\nof the singers, that brought with it some indefinite recol-\\nlections. She raised her head, and cast an anxious look\\nat the performers, who, as usual, were at the lower end\\nof the saloon. One of them advanced a little before the\\nothers. It was a female, dressed in a fanciful pastoral\\ngarb, suited to the character she was sustaining but her\\ncountenance was not to be mistaken. It was the same\\nballad-singer that had twice crossed her path, and given\\nher mysterious intimations of the lurking mischief that\\nsurrounded her. When the rest of the performances\\nwere concluded, she seized a tambourine, and tossing it\\naloft, danced alone to the melody of her own voice. In\\nthe course of her dancing she approached to where Inez", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0289.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "260 BRAGEBRIBGE HALL.\\nreclined and as she struck the tambourine, contrived,\\ndexterously, to throw a folded paper on the couch. Inez\\nseized it with avidity, and concealed it in her bosom.\\nThe singing and dancing were at an end the motley\\ncrew retired and Inez, left alone, hastened with anxiety\\nto unfold the paper thus mysteriously conveyed. It was\\nwritten in an agitated, and almost illegible, handwriting\\nBe on your guard you are surrounded by treachery.\\nTrust not to the forbearance of Don Ambrosio you are\\nmarked out for his prey. An humble victim to his per-\\nfidy gives you this warning she is encompassed by too\\nmany dangers to be more explicit. Your father is in the\\ndungeons of the inquisition\\nThe brain of Inez reeled as she read this dreadful\\nscroll. She was less filled with alarm at her own danger,\\nthan horror at her father s situation. The moment Don\\nAmbrosio appeared, she rushed and threw herself at his\\nfeet, imploring him to save her father. Don Ambrosio\\nstarted with astonishment; but immediately regaining\\nhis self-possession, endeavored to soothe her by his\\nblandishments, and by assurances that her father was\\nin safety. She was not to be pacified; her fears were\\ntoo much aroused to be trifled with. She declared her\\nknowledge of her father s being a prisoner of the inqui-\\nsition, and reiterated her frantic supplications that he\\nwould save him.\\nDon Ambrosio paused for a moment in perplexity, but\\nwas too adroit to be easily confounded. That your", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0290.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "TEE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 261\\nfather is a prisoner, replied he, I have long known. I\\nhave concealed it from you, to save you from fruitless\\nanxiety. You now know the real reason of the restraint\\nI have put upon your liberty I have been protecting in-\\nstead of detaining you. Every exertion has been made\\nin your father s favor but I regret to say, the proofs of\\nthe offences of which he stands charged have been too\\nstrong to be controverted. Still, added he, I have it in\\nmy power to save him I have influence, I have means at\\nmy beck it may involve me, it is true, in difficulties, per-\\nhaps in disgrace but what would I not do in the hopes\\nof being rewarded by your favor? Speak, beautiful\\nInez, said he, his eyes kindling with sudden eagerness\\nit is with you to say the word that seals your father s\\nfate. One kind word say but you will be mine, and\\nyou will behold me at your feet, your father at liberty\\nand in affluence, and we shall all be happy\\nInez drew back from him with scorn and disbelief.\\nMy father, exclaimed she, is too innocent and blame-\\nless to be convicted of crime this is some base, some\\ncruel artifice Don Ambrosio repeated his assevera-\\ntions, and with them also his dishonorable proposals\\nbut his eagerness overshot its mark her indignation and\\nher incredulity were alike awakened by his base sugges-\\ntions; and he retired from her presence checked and\\nawed by the sudden pride and dignity of her demeanor.\\nThe unfortunate Inez now became a prey to the most\\nharrowing anxieties. Don Ambrosio saw that the mask", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0291.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "262 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nhad fallen from his face, and that the nature of his mach-\\ninations was revealed. He had gone too far to retrace\\nhis steps, and assume the affectation of tenderness and\\nrespect indeed, he was mortified and incensed at her\\ninsensibility to his attractions, and now only sought to\\nsubdue her through her fears. He daily represented to\\nher the dangers that threatened her father, and that it\\nwas in his power alone to avert them. Inez was still in-\\ncredulous. She was too ignorant of the nature of the in-\\nquisition to know that even innocence was not always a\\nprotection from its cruelties and she confided too surely\\nin the virtue of her father to believe that any accusation\\ncould prevail against him.\\nAt length Don Ambrosio, to give an effectual blow to\\nher confidence, brought her the proclamation of the ap-\\nproaching auto da fe in which the prisoners were enumer-\\nated. She glanced her eye over it, and beheld her fa-\\nther s name, condemned to the stake for sorcery.\\nFor a moment she stood transfixed with horror. Don\\nAmbrosio seized upon the transient calm. Think now,\\nbeautiful Inez, said he, with a tone of affected tender-\\nness, his life is still in your hands one word from you,\\none kind word, and I can yet save him.\\nMonster wretch cried she, coming to herself, and\\nrecoiling from him with insuperable abhorrence tis\\nyou that are the cause of this tis you that are his\\nmurderer Then, wringing her hands, she broke forth\\ninto exclamations of the most frantic agony.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0292.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 263\\nThe perfidious Ambrosio saw tlie torture of her soul,\\nand anticipated from it a triumph. He saw that she was\\nin no mood, during her present paroxysm, to listen to his\\nwords but he trusted that the horrors of lonely rumi-\\nnation would break down her spirit, and subdue her to\\nhis will. In this, however, he was disappointed. Many\\nwere the vicissitudes of mind of the wretched Inez one\\ntime she would embrace his knees with piercing suppli-\\ncations at another she would shrink with nervous horror\\nat his very approach but any intimation of his passion\\nonly excited the same emotion of loathing and detesta-\\ntion.\\nAt length the fatal day drew nigh. To-morrow, said\\nDon Ambrosio, as he left her one evening, to-morrow\\nis the auto da fe. To-morrow you will hear the sound of\\nthe bell that tolls your father to his death. You will al-\\nmost see the smoke that rises from his funeral-pile.. I\\nleave you to yourself. It is yet in my power to save him.\\nThink whether you can stand to-morrow s horrors with-\\nout shrinking. Think whether you can endure the after-\\nreflection, that you were the cause of his death, and that\\nmerely through a perversity in refusing proffered happi-\\nness.\\nWhat a night was it to Inez! Her heart, already\\nharassed and almost broken by repeated and protracted\\nanxieties her strength wasted and enfeebled. On every\\nside horrors awaited her; her father s death, her own\\ndishonor there seemed no escape from misery or per-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0293.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "264 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ndition. Is tliere no relief from man no pity in heaven?\\nexclaimed she. What have we done that we should be\\nthus wretched\\nAs the dawn approached, the fever of her mind arose to\\nagony a thousand times did she try the doors and win-\\ndows of her apartment, in the desperate hope of escaping.\\nAlas with all the splendor of her prison, it was too faith-\\nfully secured for her weak hands to work deliverance.\\nLike a poor bird, that beats its wings against its gilded\\ncage, until it sinks panting in despair, so she threw her-\\nself on the floor in hopeless anguish. Her blood grew\\nhot in her veins, her tongue was parched, her temples\\nthrobbed with violence, she gasped rather than breathed\\nit seemed as if her brain was on fire. Blessed Virgin\\nexclaimed she, clasping her hands, and turning up her\\nstrained eyes, look down with pity, and support me in\\nthis dreadful hour\\nJust as the day began to dawn, she heard a key turn\\nsoftly in the door of her apartment. She dreaded lest it\\nshould be Don Ambrosio and the very thought of him\\ngave her a sickening pang. It was a female, clad in a\\nrustic dress, with her face concealed by her mantilla. She\\nstepped silently into the room, looked cautiously round,\\nand then, uncovering her face, revealed the well-known\\nfeatures of the ballad-singer. Inez uttered an exclama-\\ntion of surprise, almost of joy. The unknown started\\nback, pressed her finger on her lips enjoining silence, and\\nbeckoned her to follow. She hastily wrapped herself in", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0294.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 265\\nher veil, and obeyed. They passed witli quick but noise-\\nless steps tlirough an antechamber, across a spacious\\nhall, and along a corridor all was silent the household\\nwas yet locked in sleep. They came to the door, to which\\nthe unknown applied a key. Inez s heart misgave her\\nshe knew not but some new treachery was menacing her\\nshe laid her cold hand on the stranger s arm Whither\\nare you leading me? said she. To liberty, replied\\nthe other in a whisper.\\nDo you know the passages about this mansion?\\nBut too well replied the girl, with a melancholy\\nshake of the head. There was an expression of sad ve-\\nracity in her countenance that was not to be distrusted.\\nThe door opened on a small terrace which was over-\\nlooked by several windows of the mansion.\\nWe must move across this quickly, said the girl, or\\nwe may be observed.\\nThey glided over it as if scarce touching the ground. A\\nflight of steps led down into the garden a wicket at the\\nbottom was readily unbolted; they passed with breath-\\nless velocity along one of the alleys, still in sight of the\\nmansion, in which, however, no person appeared to be\\nstirring. At length they came to a low private door in\\nthe wall, partly hidden by a fig-tree. It was secured by\\nrusty bolts, that refused to yield to their feeble efforts.\\nHoly Yirgin! exclaimed the stranger, what is\\nto be done one moment more, and we may be dis-\\ncovered.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0295.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "266 BRAGEBBIDQE HALL.\\nShe seized a stone tliat lay near by a few blows, and\\ntbe bolts flew back; the door grated harshly as they\\nopened it, and the next moment they found themselves in\\na narrow road.\\nNow, said the stranger, for Grenada as quickly as\\npossible The nearer we approach it, the safer we shall\\nbe for the road will be more frequented.\\nThe imminent risk they ran of being pursued and taken\\ngave supernatural strength to their limbs; they flew\\nrather than ran. The day had dawned; the crimson\\nstreaks on the edge of the horizon gave tokens of the ap-\\nproaching sunrise already the light clouds that floated\\nin the western sky were tinged with gold and purple,\\nthough the broad plain of the Yega, which now began to\\nopen upon their view, was covered with the dark haze of\\nthe morning. As yet they only passed a few straggling\\npeasants on the road, who could have yielded them no\\nassistance in case of their being overtaken. They con-\\ntinued to hurry forward, and had gained a considerable\\ndistance, when the strength of Inez, which had only been\\nsustained by the fever of her mind, began to yield to\\nfatigue she slackened her pace, and faltered.\\nAlas said she, my limbs fail me I can go no\\nfarther\\nBear up, bear up, replied her companion cheer-\\ningly a little farther, and we shall be safe look\\nyonder is Grenada, just showing itself in the valley below\\nus. A little farther, and we shall come to the main road,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0296.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "TEE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 267\\nand then we sliall find plenty of passengers to protect\\nus.\\nInez, encouraged, made fresli efforts to get forward,\\nbut lier weary limbs were unequal to the eagerness of\\nher mind her mouth and throat were parched by agony\\nand terror she gasped for breath, and leaned for sup-\\nport against a rock. It is all in vain! exclaimed she\\nI feel as though I should faint.\\nLean on me, said the other let us get into the\\nshelter of yon thicket, that will conceal us from view. I\\nhear the sound of water, which will refresh you.\\nWith much difficulty they reached the thicket, which\\noverhung a small mountain-stream, just where its spar-\\nkling waters leaped over the rock and fell into a natural\\nbasin. Here Inez sank upon the ground exhausted. Her\\ncompanion brought water in the palms of her hands, and\\nbathed her pallid temples. The cooling drops revived\\nher she was enabled to get to the margin of the stream,\\nand drink of its crystal current then, reclining her head\\non the bosom of her deliverer, she was first enabled to\\nmurmur forth her heartfelt gratitude.\\nAlas! said the other, I deserve no thanks; I de-\\nserve not the good opinion you express. In me you be-\\nhold a victim of Don Ambrosio s arts. In early years he\\nseduced me from the cottage of my parents look at the\\nfoot of yonder blue mountain in the distance lies my na-\\ntive village but it is no longer a home for me. He lured\\nme thence when I was too young for reflection he edu-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0297.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "268 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ncated me, taught me various accomplishments, made me\\nsensible to love, to splendor, to refinement then, having\\ngrown weary of me, he neglected me, and east me upon\\nthe world. Happily, the accomplishments he taught me\\nhave kept me from utter want and the love with which\\nhe inspired me has kept me from farther degradation.\\nYes I confess my weakness all his perfidy and wrongs\\ncannot efface him from my heart. I have been brought\\nup to love him I have no other idol I know him to be\\nbase, yet I cannot help adoring him. I am content to\\nmingle among the hireling throng that administer to his\\namusements, that I may still hover about him, and linger\\nin those halls where I once reigned mistress. What\\nmerit, then, have I in assisting your escape I scarce\\nknow whether I am acting from sympathy and a desire\\nto rescue another victim from his power, or jealousy and\\nan eagerness to remove too powerful a rival\\nWhile she was yet speaking, the sun rose in all its\\nsplendor; first lighting up the mountain summits, then\\nstealing down height by height, until its rays gilded the\\ndomes and towers of Grenada, which they could partially\\nsee from between the trees, below them. Just then the\\nheavy tones of a bell came sounding from a distance,\\nechoing, in sullen clang, along the mountain. Inez turned\\npale at the sound. She knew it to be the great bell of the\\ncathedral, rung at sunrise on the day of the mdo da fe, to\\ngive note of funeral preparation. Every stroke beat upon\\nher heart, and inflicted an absolute, corporeal pang.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0298.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 269\\nShe started up wildly. Let us be gone cried slie\\nthere is not a moment for delay\\nStop exclaimed the other, yonder are horsemen\\ncoming over the brow of that distant height if I mis-\\ntake not, Don Ambrosio is at their head. Alas tis he\\nwe are lost. Hold continued she give me your scarf\\nand veil wrap yourself up in this mantilla. I will fly\\nup yon footpath that leads to the heights. I will let the\\nveil flutter as I ascend; perhaps they may mistake me\\nfor you, and they must dismount to follow me. Do you\\nhasten forward you will soon reach the main road.\\nYou have jewels on your fingers bribe the first mule-\\nteer you meet to assist you on your way.\\nAll this was said with hurried and breathless rapidity.\\nThe exchange of garments was made in an instant. The\\ngirl darted up the mountain-path, her white veil flutter-\\ning among the dark shrubbery while Inez, inspired with\\nnew strength, or rather new terror, flew to the road, and\\ntrusted to Providence to guide her tottering steps to\\nGrenada.\\nAll Grenada was in agitation on the morning of this\\ndismal day. The heavy bell of the cathedral continued to\\nutter its clanging tones, that pervaded every part of the\\ncity, summoning all persons to the tremendous spectacle\\nabout to be exhibited. The streets through which the\\nprocession was to pass were crowded with the populace.\\nThe windows, the roofs, every place that could admit a\\nface or a foothold, was alive with spectators. In the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0299.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "270 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\ngreat square a spacious scaffolding, like an amphitliea-\\ntre, was erected, where the sentences of tlie prisoners\\nwere to be read, and the sermon of faith to be preached\\nand close by were the stakes prepared, where the con-\\ndemned were to be burnt to death. Seats were arranged\\nfor the great, the gay, the beautiful for such is the hor-\\nrible curiosity of human nature, that this cruel sacrifice\\nwas attended with more eagerness than a theatre, or\\neven a bull-feast.\\nAs the day advanced, the scaffolds and balconies were\\nfilled with expecting multitudes the sun shone brightly\\nupon fair faces and gallant dresses one would have\\nthought it some scene of elegant festivity, instead of an\\nexhibition of human agony and death. But what a dif-\\nferent spectacle and ceremony was this from those which\\nGrenada exhibited in the days of her Moorish splendor.\\nHer galas, her tournaments, her sports of the ring, her\\nfetes of St. John, her music, her Zambras, and admirable\\ntilts of canes Her serenades, her concerts, her songs\\nin Generaliffe The costly liveries of the Abencerrages,\\ntheir exquisite inventions, the skill and valor of the\\nAlabaces, the superb dresses of the Zegries, Mazas, and\\nGomeles All these were at an end. The days of\\nchivalry were over. Instead of the prancing cavalcade,\\nwith neighing steed and lively trumpet with burnished\\nlance, and helm, and buckler with rich confusion of\\nEodd s Civil Wars of Grenada.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0300.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 271\\nplume, and scarf, and banner, where purple, and scarlet,\\nand green, and orange, and every gay color, were min-\\ngled with cloth of gold and fair embroidery instead of\\nthis crept on the gloomy pageant of superstition, in cowl\\nand sackcloth with cross and coffin and frightful sym-\\nbols of human suffering. In place of the frank, hardy\\nknight, open and brave, with his lady s favor in his\\ncasque, and amorous motto on his shield, looking, by\\ngallant deeds, to win the smile of beauty, came the\\nshaven, unmanly monk, with downcast eyes, and head\\nand heart bleached in the cold cloister, secretly exulting\\nin this bigot triumph.\\nThe sound of the bells gave notice that the dismal\\nprocession was advancing. It passed slowly through the\\nprincipal streets of the city, bearing in advance the awful\\nbanner of the holy office. The prisoners walked singly,\\nattended by confessors, and guarded by familiars of the\\ninquisition. They were clad in different garments ac-\\ncording to the nature of their punishments those who\\nwere to suffer death wore the hideous Samarra, painted\\nwith flames and demons. The procession was swelled\\nby choirs of boys, different religious orders, and public\\ndignitaries and, above all, by the fathers of the faith,\\nmoving with slow pace, and profound gravity, truly tri-\\numphing as becojnes the principal generals of that great\\nvictory.\\nGronsalvius, p. 135.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0301.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "272 BBACEBRIBOE HALL.\\nAs tlie sacred banner of the inquisition advanced, the\\ncountless tlirong sunk on tlieir knees before it they\\nbowed their faces to the very earth as it passed, and\\nthen slowly rose again, like a great undulating billow.\\nA murmur of tongues prevailed as the prisoners ap-\\nproached, and eager eyes were strained, and fingers\\npointed, to distinguish the different orders of penitents,\\nwhose habits denoted the degree of punishment they\\nwere to undergo. But as those drew near whose fright-\\nful garb marked them as destined to the flames, the noise\\nof the rabble subsided they seemed almost to hold in\\ntheir breaths filled with that strange and dismal inter-\\nest with which we contemplate a human being on the\\nverge of suffering and death.\\nIt is an awful thing a voiceless, noiseless multitude\\nThe hushed and gazing stillness of the surrounding\\nthousands, heaped on walls, and gates, and roofs, and\\nhanging, as it were, in clusters, heightened the effect of\\nthe pageant that moved drearily on. The low murmur-\\ning of the priests could now be heard in prayer and ex-\\nhortation, with the faint responses of the prisoners, and\\nnow and then the voices of the choir at a distance, chant-\\ning the litanies of the saints.\\nThe faces of the prisoners were ghastly and disconso-\\nlate. Even those who had been pardoned, and wore the\\nSanbenito, or penitential garment, bore traces of the\\nhorrors they had undergone. Some were feeble and\\ntottering from long confinement some crippled and dis-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0302.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 273\\ntorted by various tortures every countenance was a\\ndismal page on whicli might be read the secrets of their\\nprison-house. But in the looks of those condemned to\\ndeath there was something fierce and eager. They\\nseemed men harrowed up by the past, and desperate\\nas to the future. They were anticipating, with spirits\\nfevered by despair, and fixed and clenched determination,\\nthe vehement struggle with agony and death they were\\nshortly to undergo. Some cast now and then a wild and\\nanguished look about them upon the shining day the\\nsun-bright palaces, the gay, the beautiful world,\\nwhich they were soon to quit forever; or a glance of\\nsudden indignation at the thronging thousands, happy in\\nliberty and life, who seemed, in contemplating their fright-\\nful situation, to exult in their own comparative security.\\nOne among the condemned, however, was an exception\\nto these remarks. It was an aged man, somewhat bowed\\ndown, with a serene, though dejected countenance, and a\\nbeaming, melancholy eye. It was the alchemist. The\\npopulace looked upon him with a degree of compassion,\\nwhich they were not prone to feel towards criminals con-\\ndemned by the inquisition but when they were told that\\nhe was convicted of the crime of magic, they drew back\\nwith awe and abhorrence.\\nThe procession had reached the grand square. The\\nfirst part had already mounted the scaffolding, and the\\ncondemned were approaching. The press of the popu-\\nlace became excessive, and was repelled, as it were, in\\n18", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0303.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "274 BBACEBEIDGE HALL.\\nbillows by tlie guards. Just as tlie condemned were\\nentering tlie square, a shrieking was heard among the\\ncrowd. A female, pale, frantic, dishevelled, was seen\\nstruggling through the multitude. My father! my\\nfather was all the cry she uttered, but it thrilled\\nthrough every heart. The crowd instinctively drew back,\\nand made way for her as she advanced.\\nThe poor alchemist had made his peace with Heaven,\\nand, by hard struggle, had closed his heart upon the\\nworld, when the voice of his child called him once more\\nback to worldly thought and agony. He turned towards\\nthe well-known voice his knees smote together he\\nendeavored to reach forth his pinioned arms, and felt\\nhimself clasped in the embraces of his child. The emo-\\ntions of both were too agonizing for utterance. Convul-\\nsive sobs, and broken exclamations, and embraces more\\nof anguish than tenderness, were all that passed between\\nthem. The procession was interrupted for a moment.\\nThe astonished monks and familiars were filled with\\ninvoluntary respect at this agony of natural affection.\\nEjaculations of pity broke from the crowd, touched by the\\nfilial piety, the extraordinary and hopeless anguish of so\\nyoung and beautiful a being.\\nEvery attempt to soothe her, and prevail on her to re-\\ntire, was unheeded at length they endeavored to sepa-\\nrate her from her father by force. The movement roused\\nher from her temporary abandonment. With a sudden\\nparoxysm of fury, she snatched a sword from one of the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0304.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 275\\nfamiliars. Her late pale countenance was flushed with\\nrage, and fire flashed from her once soft and languishing\\neyes. The guard shrunk back with awe. There was\\nsomething in this filial frenzy, this feminine tenderness\\nwrought up to desperation, that touched even their hard-\\nened hearts. They endeavored to pacify her, but in vain.\\nHer eye was eager and quick as the she-wolf s guarding\\nher young. With one arm she pressed her father to her\\nbosom, with the other she menaced every one that ap-\\nproached.\\nThe patience of the guards was soon exhausted. They\\nhad held back in awe, but not in fear. With all her des-\\nperation the weapon was soon wrested from her feeble\\nhand, and she was borne shrieking and struggling among\\nthe crowd. The rabble murmured compassion but such\\nwas the dread inspired by the inquisition, that no one\\nattempted to interfere.\\nThe procession again resumed its march. Inez was\\nineffectually struggling to release herself from the hands\\nof the familiars that detained her, when suddenly she\\nsaw Don Ambrosio before her. Wretched girl! ex-\\nclaimed he with fury, why have you fled from your\\nfriends? Deliver her, said he to the familiars, to my\\ndomestics she is under my protection.\\nHis creatures advanced to seize her. Oh no oh\\nno cried she, with new terrors, and clinging to the\\nfamiliars, I have fled from no friends. He is not my\\nprotector He is the murderer of my father", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0305.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "276 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nThe familiars were perplexed tlie crowd pressed on\\nwith eager curiosity. Stand off cried the fiery Am-\\nbrosio, dashing the throng from around him. Then\\nturning to the familiars, with sudden moderation, My\\nfriends, said he, deliver this poor girl to me. Her\\ndistress has turned her brain she has escaped from her\\nfriends and protectors this morning; but a little quiet\\nand kind treatment will restore her to tranquillity.\\nI am not mad I am not mad cried she, vehe-\\nmently. Oh, save me save me from these men I\\nhave no protector on earth but my father, and him they\\nare murdering\\nThe familiars shook their heads her wildness corrob-\\norated the assertions of Don Ambrosio, and his apparent\\nrank commanded respect and belief. They relinquished\\ntheir charge to him, and he was consigning the strug-\\ngling Inez to his creatures\\nLet go your hold, villain cried a voice from among\\nthe crowd, and Antonio was seen eagerly tearing his way\\nthrough the press of people.\\nSeize him seize him cried Don Ambrosio to the\\nfamiliars tis an accomplice of the sorcerer s.\\nLiar retorted Antonio, as he thrust the mob to the\\nright and left, and forced himself to the spot.\\nThe sword of Don Ambrosio flashed in an instant from\\nthe scabbard the student was armed, and equally alert.\\nThere was a fierce clash of weapons the crowd made\\nway for them, as they fought, and closed again, so as to", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0306.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 211\\nhide tliem from tlie view of Inez. All was tumult and\\nconfusion for a moment when there was a kind of shout\\nfrom the spectators, and the mob again opening, she be-\\nheld, as she thought, Antonio weltering in his blood.\\nThis new shock was too great for her already over-\\nstrained intellects. A giddiness seized upon her every-\\nthing seemed to whirl before her eyes she gasped some\\nincoherent words, and sunk senseless upon the ground.\\nDays, weeks, elapsed before Inez returned to con-\\nsciousness. At length she opened her eyes, as if out of\\na troubled sleep. She was lying upon a magnificent bed,\\nin a chamber richly furnished with pier-glasses and mas-\\nsive tables inlaid with silver, of exquisite workmanship.\\nThe walls were covered with tapestry; the cornices\\nrichly gilded through the door which stood open, she\\nperceived a superb saloon, with statues and crystal\\nlustres, and a magnificent suit of apartments beyond.\\nThe casements of the room were open to admit the soft\\nbreath of summer, which stole in, laden with perfumes\\nfrom a neighboring garden whence, also, the refreshing\\nsound of fountains and the sweet notes of birds came in\\nmingled music to her ear.\\nFemale attendants were moving, with noiseless step,\\nabout the chamber; but she feared to address them.\\nShe doubted whether this were not all delusion, or\\nwhether she was not still in the palace of Don Ambrosio,\\nand that her escape, and all its circumstances, had not\\nbeen but a feverish dream. She closed her eyes again,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0307.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "278 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nendeayoring to recall the past, and to separate the real\\nfrom the imaginary. The last scenes of consciousness,\\nhowever, rushed too forcibly, with all their horrors, to\\nher mind to be doubted, and she turned shuddering from\\nthe recollection, to gaze once more on the quiet and\\nserene magnificence around her. As she again opened\\nher eyes, they rested on an object that at once dispelled\\nevery alarm. At the head of her bed sat a venerable\\nform watching over her with a look of fond anxiety, it\\nwas her father\\nI will not attempt to describe the scene that ensued\\nnor the moments of rapture which more than repaid all\\nthe sufferings her affectionate heart had undergone. As\\nsoon as their feelings had become more calm, the alche-\\nmist stepped out of the room to introduce a stranger, to\\nwhom he was indebted for his life and liberty. He re-\\nturned, leading in Antonio, no longer in his poor scholar s\\ngarb, but in the rich dress of a nobleman.\\nThe feelings of Inez were almost overpowered by these\\nsudden reverses, and it was some time before she was\\nsufficiently composed to comprehend the explanation of\\nthis seeming romance.\\nIt appeared that the lover, who had sought her af-\\nfections in the lowly guise of a student, was only son and\\nheir of a powerful grandee of Valencia. He had been\\nplaced at the university of Salamanca but a lively curi-\\nosity, and an eagerness for adventure, had induced him to\\nabandon the liniversity, without his father s consent, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0308.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "TEE 8TVDENT OF SALAMANCA. 279\\nto visit various parts of Spain. His rambling inclina-\\ntion satisfied, lie had remained incognito for a time at\\nGrenada, until, by farther study and self-regulation, he\\ncould prepare himself to return home with credit,\\nand atone for his transgressions against paternal au-\\nthority.\\nHow hard he had studied does not remain on record.\\nAll that we know is his romantic adventure of the tower.\\nIt was at first a mere youthful caprice, excited by a\\nglimpse of a beautiful face. In becoming a disciple of\\nthe alchemist, he probably thought of nothing more than\\npursuing a light love-affair. Farther acquaintance, how-\\never, had completely fixed his affections and he had de-\\ntermined to conduct Inez and her father to Yalencia, and\\ntrust to her merits to secure his father s consent to their\\nunion.\\nIn the meantime he had been traced to his conceal-\\nment. His father had received intelligence of his being\\nentangled in the snares of a mysterious adventurer and\\nhis daughter, and likely to become the dupe of the fas-\\ncinations of the latter. Trusty emissaries had been dis-\\npatched to seize upon him by main force, and convey him\\nwithout delay to the paternal home.\\nWhat eloquence he had used with his father to con-\\nvince him of the innocence, the honor, and the high de-\\nscent of the alchemist, and of the exalted worth of his\\ndaughter, does not appear. All that we know is, that the\\nfather, though a very passionate, was a very reasonable", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0309.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "280 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nman, as appears by his consenting that his son should\\nreturn to Grenada, and conduct Inez, as his affianced\\nbride, to Valencia.\\nAway, then, Don Antonio hurried back, full of joyous\\nanticipations. He still forbore to throw off his disguise,\\nfoiidly picturing to himself what would be the surprise\\nof Inez, when, having won her heart and hand as a poor\\nwandering scholar, he should raise her and her father at\\nonce to opulence and splendor.\\nOn his arrival he had been shocked at finding the\\ntower deserted of its inhabitants. In vain he sought for\\nintelligence concerning them a mystery hung over their\\ndisappearance which he could not penetrate, until he was\\nthunderstruck, on accidentally reading a list of the pris-\\noners at the impending auto dafe, to find the name of his\\nvenerable master among the condemned.\\nIt was the very morning of the execution. The pro-\\ncession was already on its way to the grand square. Not\\na moment was to be lost. The grand inquisitor was a\\nrelation of Don Antonio, though they had never met.\\nHis first impulse was to make himself known to exert\\nall his family influence, the weight of his name, and the\\npower of his eloquence, in vindication of the alchemist.\\nBut the grand inquisitor was already proceeding, in\\nall his pomp, to the place where the fatal ceremony\\nwas to be performed. How was he to be approached\\nAntonio threw himself into the crowd, in a fever of anx-\\niety, and was forcing his way to the scene of horror,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0310.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 281\\nwhere tie arrived just in time to rescue Inez, as has been\\nmentioned.\\nIt was Don Ambrosio that fell in the contest. Being\\ndesperately wounded, and thinking his end approaching,\\nhe had confessed, to an attending father of the inquisi-\\ntion, that he was the sole cause of the alchemist s con-\\ndemnation, and that the evidence on which it was\\ngrounded was altogether false. The testimony of Don\\nAntonio came in corroboration of this avowal; and his\\nrelationship to the grand inquisitor had, in all probabil-\\nity, its proper weight. Thus was the poor alchemist\\nsnatched, in a manner, from the very flames and so great\\nhad been the sympathy awakened in his case, that for\\nonce a populace rejoiced at being disappointed of an exe-\\ncution.\\nThe residue of the story may readily be imagined by\\nevery one versed in this valuable kind of history. Don\\nAntonio espoused the lovely Inez, and took her and her\\nfather with him to Valencia. As she had been a loving\\nand dutiful daughter, so she proved a true and tender\\nwife. It was not long before Don Antonio succeeded to\\nhis father s titles and estates, and he and his fair spouse\\nwere renowned for being the handsomest and happiest\\ncouple in all Valencia.\\nAs to Don Ambrosio, he partially recovered to the en-\\njoyment of a broken constitution and a blasted name,\\nand hid his remorse and disgraces in a convent while\\nthe poor victim of his arts, who had assisted Inez in her", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0311.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "282 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nescape, unable to conquer the early passion that he had\\nawakened in her bosom, though convinced of the base-\\nness of the object, retired from the world, and became a\\nhumble sister in a nunnery.\\nThe worthy alchemist took up his abode with his chil-\\ndren. A pavilion, in the garden of their palace, was\\nassigned to him as a laboratory, where he resumed his\\nresearches, with renovated ardor, after the grand secret.\\nHe was now and then assisted by his son-in-law but\\nthe latter slackened grievously in his zeal and diligence\\nafter marriage. Still he would listen with profound\\ngravity and attention to the old man s rhapsodies, and\\nhis quotations from Paracelsus, Sandivogius, and Pietro\\nd Abano, which daily grew longer and longer. In this\\nway the good alchemist lived on quietly and comfort-\\nably, to what is called a good old age, that is to say, an\\nage that is good for nothing, and, unfortunately for man-\\nkind, was hurried out of life in his ninetieth year, just\\nas he was on the point of discovering the philosopher s\\nstone.\\nSuch was the story of the captain s friend, with which\\nwe whiled away the morning. The captain was, every\\nnow and then, interrupted by questions and remarks,\\nwhich I have not mentioned, lest I should break the\\ncontinuity of the tale. He was a little disturbed, also,\\nonce or twice, by the general, who fell asleep, and\\nbreathed rather hard, to the great horror and annoyance", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0312.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA. 283\\nof Lady Lillycraft. In a long and tender love-scene,\\nalso, which, was particularly to her ladyship s taste, the\\nunlucky general, having his head a little sunk upon his\\nbreast, kept making a sound at regular intervals, very\\nmuch like the word pisli, long drawn out. At length he\\nmade an odd, abrupt, guttural sound, that suddenly\\nawoke him; he hemmed, looked about with a slight\\ndegree of consternation, and then began to play with her\\nladyship s work-bag, which, however, she rather pettishly\\nwithdrew. The steady sound of the captain s voice was\\nstill too potent a soporific for the poor general he kept\\ngleaming up and sinking in the socket, until the cessa-\\ntion of the tale again roused him, when he started\\nawake, put his foot down upon Lady Lillycraft s cur, the\\nsleeping Beauty, which yelped, seized him by the leg,\\nand in a moment the whole library resounded with yelp-\\nings and exclamations. Never did a man more com-\\npletely mar his fortunes while he was asleep. Silence\\nbeing at length restored, the company expressed their\\nthanks to the captain, and gave various opinions of the\\nstory. The parson s mind, I found, had been contin-\\nually running upon the leaden manuscripts, mentioned\\nin the beginning, as dug up at Grenada, and he put sev-\\neral eager questions to the captain on the subject. The\\ngeneral could not well make out the drift of the story,\\nbut thought it a little confused. I am glad, however,\\nsaid he, that they burnt the old chap in the tower I\\nhave no doubt he was a notorious impostor.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0313.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH COUNTRY GENTLEMEN.\\nHis certain life that never can deceive him,\\nIs full of thousand sweets, and rich content\\nThe smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him\\nWith coolest shade, till noontide s heat be spent.\\nHis life is neither tost in boistei ous seas\\nOr the vexatious world or lost in slothful ease.\\nPleased and full blest he lives when he his God can please.\\nPhineas Fletcheb.\\nTAKE great pleasure in accompanying the\\nSquire in his perambulations about his estate,\\nin which he is often attended by a kind of cab-\\ninet council. His prime minister, the steward, is a very\\nworthy and honest old man, who assumes a right of way\\nthat is to say, a right to have his own way, from having\\nlived time out of mind on the place. He loves the estate\\neven better than he does the Squire and thwarts the lat-\\nter sadly in many of his projects of improvement, being\\na little prone to disapprove of every plan that does not\\noriginate with himself.\\nIn the course of one of these perambulations, I have\\nknown the Squire to point out some important alteration\\nwhich he was contemplating, in the disposition or culti-\\nvation of the grounds this of course will be opposed by\\n384", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0314.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH COVNTBT GENTLEMEN. 285\\nthe steward, and a long argument would ensue over a\\nstile, or on a rising piece of ground, until the Squire, who\\nhad a high opinion of the other s ability and integrity,\\nwould be fain to give up the point. This concession, I\\nobserved, would immediately mollify the old man, and,\\nafter walking over a field or two in silence, with his\\nhands behind his back, chewing the cud of reflection, he\\nwould suddenly turn to the Squire, and observe, that he\\nhad been turning the matter over in his mind, and, upon\\nthe whole, he believed he would take his honor s advice.\\nChristy, the huntsman, is another of the Squire s oc-\\ncasional attendants, to whom he continually refers in all\\nmatters of local history, as to a chronicle of the estate,\\nhaving, in a manner, been acquainted with many of the\\ntrees from the very time that they were acorns. Old\\nNimrod, as has been shown, is rather pragmatical in\\nthose points of knowledge on which he values himself\\nbut the Squire rarely contradicts him, and is, in fact, one\\nof the most indulgent potentates that was ever hen-\\npecked by his ministry.\\nHe often laughs about it himself, and evidently yields\\nto these old men more from the bent of his own humor\\nThe reader who has perused a little work published by the author\\nseveral years subsequently to Bracebridge Hall, narrating a visit to\\nAbbotsford, will detect the origin of the above anecdote in the confer-\\nences between Sir Walter Scott and his right-hand man, Tommy Pur-\\ndie. Indeed, the author is indebted for several of his traits of the Squire\\nto observations made on Sir Walter Scott during that visit though he\\nhad to be cautious and sparing in drawing from that source.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0315.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "286 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nthan from any want of proper authority. He likes this\\nhonest independence of old age, and is well aware that\\nthese trusty followers love and honor him in their\\nhearts. He is perfectly at ease about his own dignity\\nand the respect of those around him nothing disgusts\\nhim sooner than any appearance of fawning or syco-\\nphancy.\\nI really have seen no display of royal state that could\\ncompare with one of the Squire s progresses about his\\npaternal fields and through his hereditary woodlands,\\nwith several of these faithful adherents about him, and\\nfollowed by a bodyguard of dogs. He encourages a\\nfrankness and manliness of deportment among his de-\\npendants, and is the personal friend of his tenants\\ninquiring into their concerns, and assisting them in\\ntimes of difficulty and hardship. This has rendered\\nhim one of the most popular, and of course one of the\\nhappiest of landlords.\\nIndeed, I do not know a more enviable condition of\\nlife than that of an English gentleman, of sound judg-\\nment and good feelings, who passes the greater part of\\nhis time on an hereditary estate in the country. From\\nthe excellence of the roads and the rapidity and exact-\\nness of public conveyances, he is enabled to command\\nall the comforts and conveniences, all the intelligence\\nand novelties of the capital, while he is removed from\\nits hurry and distraction. He has ample means of occu-\\npation and amoisement within his own domains he may", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0316.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH COUNTRY GENTLEMEN. 287\\ndiversify his time by rural occupations, by rural sj^orts,\\nby study, and by the delights of friendly society col-\\nlected within his own hospitable halls.\\nOr if his views and feelings are of a more extensive\\nand liberal nature, he has it greatly in his power to do\\ngood, and to have that good immediately reflected back\\nupon himself. He can render essential services to his\\ncountry by assisting in the disinterested administration\\nof the laws by watching over the opinions and prin-\\nciples of the lower orders around him by diffusing\\namong them those lights important to their welfare by\\nmingling frankly among them, gaining their confidence,\\nbecoming the immediate auditor of their complaints, in-\\nforming himself of their wants, making himself a channel\\nthrough which their grievances may be quietly communi-\\ncated to the proper sources of mitigation and relief or\\nby becoming, if need be, the intrepid and incorruptible\\nguardian of their liberties the enlightened champion\\nof their rights.\\nAll this can be done without any sacrifice of personal\\ndignity, without any degrading arts of popularity, with-\\nout any truckling to vulgar prejudices or concurrence\\nin vulgar clamor but by the steady influence of sincere\\nand friendly counsel, of fair, upright, and generous de-\\nportment. Whatever may be said of English mobs and\\nEnglish demagogues, I have never met with a people\\nmore open to reason, more considerate in their tempers,\\nmore tractable by argument in the roughest times, than", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0317.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "288 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ntlie Englisli. They are remarkable quick at discerning\\nand appreciating whatever is manly and honorable.\\nThey are by nature and habit methodical and orderly\\nand they feel the value of all that is regular and respect-\\nable. They may occasionally be deceived by sophistry,\\nand excited into turbulence by public distresses and the\\nmisrepresentations of designing men but open their\\neyes, and they will eventually rally round the landmarks\\nof steady truth and deliberate good sense. They are\\nfond of established customs and long-established names\\nand that love of order and quiet which characterizes the\\nnation gives a vast influence to the descendants of the\\nold families, whose forefathers had been lords of the soil\\nfrom time immemorial.\\nIt is when the rich and well-educated and highly-\\nprivileged classes neglect their duties, when they neglect\\nto study the interests, and conciliate the affections, and\\ninstruct the opinions and champion the rights of the\\npeople, that the latter become discontented and turbu-\\nlent, and fall into the hands of demagogues the dema-\\ngogue always steps in where the patriot is wanting.\\nThere is a common high-handed cant among the high-\\nfeeding, and, as they fancy themselves, high-minded\\nmen, about putting down the mob but all true physi-\\ncians know that it is better to sweeten the blood than\\nattack the tumor, to apply the emollient rather than the\\ncautery. It is absurd in a country like England, where\\nthere is so ijauch freedom and such a jealousy of right,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0318.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH COUNTRY GENTLEMEN. 289\\nfor any man to assume an aristocratical tone, and talk\\nsuperciliously of the common people. There is no rank\\nthat makes him independent of the opinions and affec-\\ntions of his fellow-men, there is no rank nor distinction\\nthat severs him from his fellow-subjects and if, by any\\ngradual neglect or assumption on the one side, and dis-\\ncontent and jealousy on the other, the orders of society\\nshould really separate, let those who stand on the emi-\\nnence beware that the chasm is not mining at their feet.\\nThe orders of society in all well-constituted governments\\nare mutually bound together, and important to each\\nother there can be no such thing in a free government\\nas a vacuum and whenever one is likely to take place,\\nby the drawing off of the rich and intelligent from the\\npoor, the bad passions of society will rush in to fill up\\nthe space, and rend the whole asunder.\\nThough born and brought up in a republic, and more\\nand more confirmed in republican principles by every\\nyear s observation and experience, I am not insensible to\\nthe excellence that may exist in other forms of govern-\\nment nor to the fact that they may be more suitable to\\nthe situation and circumstances of the countries in which\\nthey exist I have endeavored rather to look at them as\\nthey are, and to observe how they are calculated to effect\\nthe end which they propose. Considering, therefore, the\\nmixed nature of the government of this country, and its\\nrepresentative form, I have looked with admiration at the\\nmanner in which the wealth and influence and intelli-\\n19", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0319.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "290 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ngence -were spread over its whole surface, not, as in\\nsome monarcliies, drained from tlie country, and collected\\nin towns and cities. I have considered the great rural\\nestablishments of the nobility, and the lesser establish-\\nments of the gentry, as so many reservoirs of wealth and\\nintelligence distributed about the kingdom, apart from\\nthe towns, to irrigate, freshen, and fertilize the surround-\\ning country. I have looked upon them, too, as the august\\nretreat of patriots and statesmen, where, in the enjoy-\\nment of honorable independence and elegant leisure, they\\nmight train up their minds to appear in those legislative\\nassemblies whose debates and decisions form the study\\nand precedents of other nations, and involve the inter-\\nests of the world,\\nI have been both surprised and disappointed, there-\\nfore, at finding that on this subject I was often indulging\\nin an Utopian dream, rather than a well-founded opinion.\\nI have been concerned at finding that these fine estates\\nwere too often involved, and mortgaged, or placed in the\\nhands of creditors, and the owners exiled from their\\npaternal lands. There is an extravagance, I am told,\\nthat runs parallel with wealth a lavish expenditure\\namong the great a senseless competition among the as-\\npiring a heedless, joyous dissipation, among all the up-\\nper ranks, that often beggars even these splendid estab-\\nlishments, breaks down the pride and principles of their\\npossessors, and makes too many of them mere place-hunt-\\ners, or shifting absentees. It is thus that so many are", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0320.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "ENQLISH GOVNTBT GENTLEMEN. 291\\nthrown into tlie hands of government and a court wliicli\\nought to be the most pure and honorable in Europe, is so\\noften degraded by noble but importunate time-servers.\\nIt is thus, too, that so many become exiles from their\\nnative land, crowding the hotels of foreign countries, and\\nexpending upon thankless strangers the wealth so hardly\\ndrained from their laborious peasantry. I have looked\\nupon these latter with a mixture of censure and concern.\\nKnowing the almost bigoted fondness of an Englishman\\nfor his native home, I can conceive what must be their\\ncompunction and regret, when, amidst the sun-burnt\\nplains of Erance, they call to mind the green fields of\\nEngland, the hereditary groves which they have aban-\\ndoned, and the hospitable roof of their fathers, which\\nthey have left desolate, or to be inhabited by strangers.\\nBut retrenchment is no plea for abandonment of country.\\nThey have risen with the prosperity of the land let\\nthem abide its fluctuations, and conform to its fortunes.\\nIt is not for the rich to fly because the country is suffer-\\ning let them share, in their relative proportion, the com-\\nmon lot they owe it to the land that has elevated them\\nto honor and affluence. When the poor have to diminish\\ntheir scanty morsels of bread when they have to com-\\npound with the cravings of nature, and study with how\\nlittle they can do, and not be starved it is not then for\\nthe rich to fly, and diminish still farther the resources of\\nthe poor, that they themselves may live in splendor in a\\ncheaper country. Let them rather retire to their estates,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0321.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "292 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nand tliere practice retrencliment. Let them return to\\ntliat noble simplicity, that practical good sense, that hon-\\nest pride, which form the foundation of true English\\ncharacter, and from them they may again rear the edifice\\nof fair and honorable prosperity.\\nOn the rural habits of the English nobility and gentry,\\non the manner in which they discharge their duties on\\ntheir patrimonial possessions, depend greatly the virtue\\nand welfare of the nation. So long as they pass the\\ngreater part of their time in the quiet and purity of the\\ncountry surrounded by the monuments of their illustri-\\nous ancestors surrounded by everything that can inspire\\ngenerous pride, noble emulation, and amiable and mag-\\nnanimous sentiment so long they are safe, and in them\\nthe nation may repose its interest and its honor. But\\nthe moment that they become the servile throngers of\\ncourt avenues, and give themselves up to the political in-\\ntrigues and heartless dissipations of the metropolis, that\\nmoment they lose the real nobility of their natures, and\\nbecome the mere leeches of the country.\\nThat the great majority of nobility and gentry in Eng-\\nland are endowed with high notions of honor and inde-\\npendence, I thoroughly believe. They have evidenced it\\nlately on very important questions, and have given an ex-\\nample of adherence to principle, in preference to party\\nand power, that must have astonished many of the venal\\nand obsequious courts of Europe. Such are the glorious\\neffects of freedom, when infused into a constitution. But", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0322.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH COUNTRY GENTLEMEN. 293\\nit seems to me tliat tliey are apt to forget the positive\\nnature of tlieir duties, and to consider their eminent\\nprivileges only as so many means of self-indulgence.\\nThey should recollect that in a constitution like that of\\nEngland the titled orders are intended to be as useful as\\nthey are ornamental, and it is their virtues alone that can\\nrender them both. Their duties are divided between the\\nsovereign and the subjects surrounding and giving lustre\\nand dignity to the throne, and at the same time temper-\\ning and mitigating its rays, until they are transmitted in\\nmild and genial radiance to the people. Born to leisure\\nand opulence, they owe the exercise of their talents, and\\nthe expenditure of their wealth, to their native country.\\nThey may be compared to the clouds which, being\\ndrawn up by the sun, and elevated in the heavens, reflect\\nand magnify his splendor, while they repay the earth,\\nwhence they derive their sustenance, by returning their\\ntreasures to its bosom in fertilizing showers.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0323.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "A BACHELOK S CONFESSIONS.\\nI ll live a private, pensive, single life.\\nThe Collier of Cbotdon.\\nWAS sitting in my room, a morning or two\\nsince, reading, wlien some one tapped at tlie\\ndoor, and Master Simon entered. He had an un-\\nusually fresh appearance he wore a bright-green riding-\\ncoat, with a bunch of violets in the button-hole, and had\\nthe air of an old bachelor trying to rejuvenate himself.\\nHe had not, however, his usual briskness and vivacity\\nbut loitered about the room with somewhat of absence of\\nmanner, humming the old song, Go, lovely rose, tell\\nher that wastes her time and me and then, leaning\\nagainst the window, and looking upon the landscape, he\\nuttered a very audible sigh. As I had not been accus-\\ntomed to see Master Simon in a pensive mood, I thought\\nthere might be some vexation preying on his mind, and\\nendeavored to introduce a cheerful strain of conversa-\\ntion but he was not in the vein to follow it up, and pro-\\nposed a walk.\\nIt was a beautiful morning of that soft vernal tempera-\\nture which seems to thaw all the frost out of one s blood,\\nand set all nature in a ferment. The very fishes felt its\\n294", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0324.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "A BACHELOB S CONFESSIONS. 295\\ninfluence tlie cautious trout ventured out of his dark\\nhole to seek his mate the roach and the dace rose up to\\nthe surface of the brook to bask in the sunshine and\\nthe amorous frog piped from among the rushes. If ever\\nan oyster can really fall in love, as has been said or sung,\\nit must be on such a morning.\\nThe weather certainly had its effect upon Master\\nSimon, for he seemed obstinately bent upon the pensive\\nmood. Instead of stepping briskly along, smacking his\\ndog-whip, whistling quaint ditties, or telling sporting\\nanecdotes, he leaned on my arm, and talked about the\\napproaching nuptials, whence he made several digres-\\nsions upon the character of womankind, touched a little\\nupon the tender passion, and made sundry very excellent,\\nthough rather trite, observations upon disappointments\\nin love. It was evident he had something on his mind\\nwhich he wished to impart, but felt awkward in ap-\\nproaching it. I was curious to see what this strain\\nwould lead to, but determined not to assist him. In-\\ndeed, I mischievously pretended to turn the conversation,\\nand talked of his usual topics, dogs, horses, and hunting\\nbut he was very brief in his replies, and invariably got\\nback, by hook or by crook, into the sentimental vein.\\nAt length we came to a clump of trees overhanging a\\nwhispering brook, with a rustic bench at their feet. The\\ntrees were grievously scored with letters and devices,\\ngrown out of all shape and size by the growth of the\\nbark J and it appeared that this grove had served as a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0325.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "296 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nkind of register of the family loves from time immemo-\\nrial. Here Master Simon made a pause, pulled up a tuft\\nof flowers, threw them one by one into the water, and at\\nlength, turning somewhat abruptly upon me, asked me if\\nI had ever been in love. I confess the question startled\\nme a little, as I am not over-fond of making confessions\\nof my amorous follies, and above all should never dream\\nof choosing my friend Master Simon for a confidant.\\nHe did not wait, however, for a reply the inquiry was\\nmerely a prelude to a confession on his own part; and\\nafter several circumlocutions and whimsical preambles,\\nhe fairly disburdened himself of a very tolerable story of\\nhis having been crossed in love.\\nThe reader will, very probably, suppose that it related\\nto the gay widow who jilted him not long since at Don-\\ncaster races no such thing. It was about a senti-\\nmental passion that he once had for a most beautiful\\nyoung lady, who wrote poetry and played on the harp.\\nHe used to serenade her and, indeed, he described\\nseveral tender and gallant scenes, in which he was evi-\\ndently picturing himself in his mind s eye as some ele-\\ngant hero of romance, though, unfortunately for the tale,\\nI only saw him as he stood before me, a dapper little old\\nbachelor, with a face like an apple that had dried with\\nthe bloom on it.\\nWhat were the particulars of this tender tale I have\\nalready forgotten indeed, I listened to it with a heart\\nlike a very pebble-stone, having hard work to repress", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0326.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "A BACHELOR S CONFESSIONS. 297\\na smile while Master Simon was putting on the amorous\\nswain, uttering every now and then a sigh, and endeavor-\\ning to look sentimental and melancholy.\\nAll that I recollect, is, that the lady, according to his\\naccount, was certainly a little touched for she used to\\naccept all the music that he copied for her harp, and all\\nthe patterns that he drew for her dresses and he began\\nto flatter himself, after a long course of delicate atten-\\ntions, that he was gradually fanning up a gentle flame in\\nher heart, when she suddenly accepted the hand of a\\nrich, boisterous, fox-hunting baronet, without either\\nmusic or sentiment, who carried her by storm, after a\\nfortnight s courtship.\\nMaster Simon could not help concluding by some ob-\\nservation about modest merit, and the power of gold\\nover the sex. As a remembrance of his passion, he\\npointed out a heart carved on the bark of one of the\\ntrees, but which, in the process of time, had grown out\\ninto a large excrescence and he showed me a lock of\\nher hair, which he wore in a true lover s knot, in a large\\ngold brooch.\\nI have seldom met with an old bachelor who had not,\\nat some time or other, his nonsensical moment, when he\\nwould become tender and sentimental, talk about the\\nconcerns of the heart, and have some confession of a\\ndelicate nature to make. Almost every man has some\\nlittle trait of romance in his life, to which he looks back\\nwith fondness, and about which he is apt to grow garru-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0327.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "298 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nlous occasionally. He recollects himself as he was at\\nthe time, young and gamesome, and forgets that his\\nhearers have no other idea of the hero of the tale but\\nsuch as he may appear at the time of telling it perad-\\nventure, a withered, whimsical, spindle-shanked old gen-\\ntleman. With married men, it is true, this is not so\\nfrequently the case their amorous romance is apt to\\ndecline after marriage why, I cannot for the life of me\\nimagine but with a bachelor, though it may slumber,\\nit never dies. It is always liable to break out again in\\ntransient flashes, and never so much as on a spring\\nmorning in the country, or on a winter evening when\\nseated in his solitary chamber, stirring up the fire and\\ntalking of matrimony.\\nThe moment Master Simon had gone through his con-\\nfession, and, to use the common phrase, had made a\\nclean breast of it, he became quite himself again. He\\nhad settled the point which had been worrying his mind,\\nand doubtless considered himself established as a man\\nof sentiment in my opinion. Before we had finished our\\nmorning s stroll, he was singing as blithe as a grasshop-\\nper, whistling to his dogs, and telling droll stories and\\nI recollect that he was particularly facetious that day at\\ndinner on the subject of matrimony, and uttered several\\nexcellent jokes, not to be found in Joe Miller, that made\\nthe bride elect blush and look down, but set all the old\\ngentlemen at the table in a roar, and absolutely brought\\ntears into the general s eyes.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0328.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH GRAVITY.\\nMerrie England!\\nAncient Phrase.\\nHEEE is nothing so rare as for a man to ride\\nliis hobby without molestation. I find the\\nSquire has not so undisturbed an indulgence in\\nhis humors as I had imagined but has been repeatedly\\nthwarted of late, and has suffered a kind of well-meaning\\npersecution from a Mr. Faddy, an old gentleman of some\\nweight, at least of purse, who has recently moved into\\nthe neighborhood. He is a worthy and substantial\\nmanufacturer, who, having accumulated a large fortune\\nby dint of steam-engines and spinning-jennies, has re-\\ntired from business, and set up for a country gentleman.\\nHe has taken an old country seat, and refitted it; and\\npainted and plastered it until it looks not unlike his own\\nmanufactory. He has been particularly careful in mend-\\ning the walls and hedges, and putting up notices of\\nspring-guns and man-traps in every part of his premises.\\nIndeed, he shows great jealousy about his territorial\\nrights, having stopped up a footpath which led across\\nhis fields and given warning, in staring letters, that\\n299", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0329.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "300 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nwhoever was found trespassing on those grounds would\\nbe prosecuted witli the utmost rigor of the law. He has\\nbrought into the country with him all the practical max-\\nims of the town, and the bustling habits of business and\\nis one of those sensible, useful, prosing, troublesome, in-\\ntolerable old gentlemen, who go about wearying and\\nworrying society with excellent plans for public utility.\\nHe is very much disposed to be on intimate terms with\\nthe Squire, and calls on him every now and then, with\\nsome project for the good of the neighborhood, which\\nhappens to run diametrically opposite to some one or\\nother of the Squire s peculiar notions, but which is too\\nsensible a measure to be openly opposed. He has an-\\nnoyed him excessively by enforcing the vagrant laws\\npersecuting the gypsies, and endeavoring to suppress\\ncountry wakes and holiday games which he considers\\ngreat nuisances, and reprobates as causes of the deadly\\nsin of idleness.\\nThere is evidently in all this a little of the ostentation\\nof newly acquired consequence the tradesman is gradu-\\nally swelling into the aristocrat and he begins to grow\\nexcessively intolerant of everything that is not genteel.\\nHe has a great deal to say about the common people\\ntalks much of his park, his preserves, and the necessity\\nof enforcing the game-laws more strictly; and makes\\nfrequent use of the phrase, the gentry of the neighbor-\\nhood.\\nHe came t6 the Hall lately, with a face full of busi-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0330.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH GBAVITT. 301\\nness, that lie and the Squire, to use his own words,\\nmight lay their heads together, to hit upon some\\nmode of putting a stop to the frolicking at the village on\\nthe approaching May-day. It drew, he said, idle people\\ntogether from all parts of the neighborhood, who spent\\nthe day fiddling, dancing, and carousing, instead of stay-\\ning at home to work for their families.\\nNow, as the Squire, unluckily, is at the bottom of these\\nMay-day revels, it may be supposed that these sugges-\\ntions of the sagacious Mr. Faddy were not received with\\nthe best grace in the world. It is true, the old gentle-\\nman is too courteous to show any temper to a guest in\\nhis own house but no sooner was he gone than the in-\\ndignation of the Squire found vent, at having his poetical\\ncobwebs invaded by this buzzing blue-bottle fly of traffic.\\nIn his warmth he inveighed against the whole race of\\nmanufacturers, who, I found, were sore disturbers of his\\ncomfort. Sir, said he, with emotion, it makes my\\nheart bleed to see all our fine streams dammed up and\\nbestrode by cotton-mills our valleys smoking with\\nsteam-engines, and the din of the hammer and the loom\\nscaring away all our rural delights. What s to become of\\nmerry old England, when its manor-houses are all turned\\ninto manufactories, and its sturdy peasantry into pin-\\nmakers and stocking- weavers I have looked in vain for\\nmerry Sherwood, and all the greenwood haunts of Eobin\\nHood the whole country is covered with manufacturing\\ntowns. I have stood on the ruins of Dudley Castle, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0331.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "302 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nlooked round, witli an aching heart, on what were once\\nits feudal domains of verdant and beautiful country. Sir,\\nI beheld a mere campus phlegrse a region of fire reek-\\ning with coal-pits, and furnaces, and smelting-houses,\\nvomiting forth flames and smoke. The pale and ghastly\\npeople, toiling among vile exhalations, looked more like\\ndemons than human beings the clanking wheels and en-\\ngines, seen through the murky atmosphere, looked like\\ninstruments of torture in this pandemonium. What is to\\nbecome of the country with these evils rankling in its\\nvery core Sir, these manufacturers will be the ruin of\\nour rural manners they will destroy the national cha-\\nracter they will not leave materials for a single line of\\npoetry\\nThe Squire is apt to wax eloquent on such themes and\\nI could hardly help smiling at this whimsical lamenta-\\ntion over national industry and public improvement. I\\nam told, however, that he really grieves at the growing of\\ntrade, as destroying the charm of life. He considers\\nevery new short-hand mode of doing things as an inroad\\nof snug sordid method; and thinks that this will soon\\nbecome a mere matter-of-fact world, where life will be re-\\nduced to a mathematical calculation of conveniences, and\\neverything will be done by steam.\\nHe maintains, also, that the nation has declined in its\\nfree and joyous spirit in proportion as it has turned its\\nattention to commerce and manufactures and that in old\\ntimes, when England was an idler, it was also a merrier", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0332.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH GBA VITY. 393\\nlittle island. In support of this opinion, lie adduces the\\nfrequency and splendor of ancient festivals and merry-\\nmakings, and the hearty spirit with which they were kept\\nup by all classes of people. His memory is stored with the\\naccounts given by Stow, in his Survey of London, of the\\nholiday revels at the inns of court, the Christmas mum-\\nmeries, and the masquings and bonfires about the streets.\\nLondon, he says, in those days, resembled the conti-\\nnental cities in its picturesque manners and amusements.\\nThe court used to dance after dinner on public occasions.\\nAfter the coronation-dinner of Richard IL, for example,\\nthe king, the prelates, the nobles, the knights, and the\\nrest of the company danced in Westminster Hall to the\\nmusic of the minstrels. The example of the court was\\nfollowed by the middling classes, and so down to the low-\\nest, and the whole nation was a dancing, jovial nation.\\nHe quotes a lively city picture of the times, given by\\nStow, which resembles the lively scenes one may often\\nsee in the gay city of Paris for he tells us that on holi-\\ndays, after evening prayers, the maidens in London used\\nto assemble before the door, in sight of their mas-\\nters and dames, and while one played on a timbrel,\\nthe others danced for garlands, hanged athwart the\\nstreet.\\nWhere will we meet with such merry groups now-\\nadays? the Squire will exclaim, shaking his head\\nmournfully and then as to the gayety that prevailed\\nin dress throughout all ranks of society and made the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0333.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "304 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nvery streets so fine and picturesque. *I liave myself,\\nsays Gervaise Markliam, met an ordinary tapster in his\\nsilk stockings, garters deep fringed with gold lace, the\\nrest of his apparel suitable, with cloak lined with velvet\\nNashe, too, who wrote in 1593, exclaims at the finery of\\nthe nation, England, the player s stage of gorgeous at-\\ntire, the ape of all nations superfluities, the continual\\nmasquer in outlandish habiliments.\\nSuch are a few of the authorities quoted by the Squire\\nby way of contrasting what he supposes to have been the\\nformer vivacity of the nation with its present monotonous\\ncharacter. John Bull, he will say, was then a gay\\ncavalier, with a sword by his side and a feather in his\\ncap but he is now a plodding citizen, in snuff-colored\\ncoat and gaiters.\\nBy the by, there really appears to have been some\\nchange in the national character since the days of which\\nthe Squire is so fond of talking those days when this lit-\\ntle island acquired its favorite old title of merry Eng-\\nland. This may be attributed in part to the growing\\nhardships of the times, and the necessity of turning the\\nwhole attention to the means of subsistence but Eng-\\nland s gayest customs prevailed at times when her com-\\nmon people enjoyed comparatively few of the comforts\\nand conveniences which they do at present. It may be\\nstill more attributed to the universal spirit of gain, and\\nthe calculating habits which commerce has introduced\\nbut I am inclined to attribute it chiefly to the gradual in-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0334.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "ENGLISH GRAVITY. 305\\ncrease of the liberty of tlie subject, and the growing free-\\ndom and activity of opinion.\\nA free people are apt to be grave and thoughtful.\\nThey have high and important matters to occupy their\\nminds. They feel it their right, their interest, and their\\nduty to mingle in public concerns, and to watch over the\\ngeneral welfare. The continual exercise of the mind on\\npolitical topics gives intenser habits of thinking, and a\\nmore serious and earnest demeanor. A nation becomes\\nless gay, but more intellectually active and vigorous. It\\nevinces less play of the fancy, but more power of the im-\\nagination less taste and elegance, but more grandeur of\\nmind less animated vivacity, but deeper enthusiasm.\\nIt is when men are shut out of the regions of manly\\nthought by a despotic government when every grave\\nand lofty theme is rendered perilous to discussion and\\nalmost to reflection it is then that they turn to the safer\\noccupations of taste and amusement trifles rise to im-\\nportance, and occupy the craving activity of intellect.\\nNo being is more void of care and reflection than the\\nslave none dances more gayly in his intervals of labor\\nbut make him free, give him rights and interests to\\nguard, and he becomes thoughtful and laborious.\\nThe French are a gayer people than the English.\\nWhy? Partly from temperament, perhaps but greatly\\nbecause they have been accustomed to governments\\nwhich surrounded the free exercise of thought with dan-\\nger, and where he only was safe who shut his eyes and\\n30", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0335.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "306 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nears to public events, and enjoyed tlie passing pleasure\\nof the day. Within late years they have had more op-\\nportunity of exercising their minds and within late years\\nthe national character has essentially changed. Never\\ndid the French enjoy such a degree of freedom as they\\ndo at this moment, and at this moment the French are\\ncomparatively a grave people.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0336.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "GYPSIES.\\nWhat s that to absolute freedom such as the veiy beggars have to feast\\nand revel here to-day, and yonder to-morrow next day where they please\\nand so on still, the whole country or kingdom over There s liberty the\\nbirds of the air can take no more.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Jovial Ckew.\\nINCE tlie meeting with the gypsies, which I\\nhave related in a former paper, I have observed\\nseveral of them haunting the purlieus of the\\nHall, notwithstanding a positive interdiction of the\\nSquire. They are part of a gang which has long kept\\nabout this neighborhood to the great annoyance of the\\nfarmers, whose poultry-yards often suffer from their noc-\\nturnal invasions. They are, however, in some measure,\\npatronized by the Squire, who considers the race as be-\\nlonging to the good old times which, to confess the pri-\\nvate truth, seem to have abounded with good-for-nothing\\ncharacters.\\nThis roving crew is called Star-light Tom s Gang,\\nfrom the name of its chieftain, a notorious poacher. I\\nhave heard repeatedly of the misdeeds of this minion\\nof the moon for every midnight depredation in park,\\nor fold, or farm-yard, is laid to his charge. Star-light\\nTom, in fact, answers to his name he seems to walk in\\n307", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0337.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "308 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ndarkness, and, like a fox, to be traced in the morning by\\nthe mischief he has done. He reminds me of that fear-\\nful personage in the nursery rhyme\\nWho goes round the house at night\\nNone but bloody Tom\\nWho steals ail the slieep at night?\\nNone but one by one\\nIn short, Star-light Tom is the scape-goat of the neigh-\\nborhood, but so cunning and adroit, that there is no de-\\ntecting him. Old Christy and the gamekeeper have\\nwatched many a night in hopes of entrapping him and\\nChristy often patrols the park with his dogs for the pur-\\npose, but all in vain. It is said that the Squire winks\\nhard at his misdeeds, having an indulgent feeling towards\\nthe vagabond, because of his being very expert at all\\nkinds of game, a great shot with the cross-bow, and the\\nbest morris-dancer in the country.\\nThe Squire also suffers the gang to lurk unmolested\\nabout the skirts of his estate, on condition they do not\\ncome about the house. The approaching wedding, how-\\never, has made a kind of Saturnalia at the Hall, and has\\ncaused a suspension of all sober rule. It has produced\\na great sensation throughout the female part of the\\nhousehold; not a housemaid but dreams of wedding-\\nfavors, and has a husband running in her head. Such a\\ntime is a harvest for the gypsies there is a public foot-\\npath leading across one part of the park, by which they", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0338.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "GYPSIES. 309\\nhave free ingress; and they are continually hovering\\nabout the grounds, telling the servant-girls fortunes, or\\ngetting smuggled in to the young ladies.\\nI believe the Oxonian amuses himself very much by\\nfurnishing them with hints in private, and bewildering\\nall the weak brains in the house with their wonderful\\nrevelations. The general certainly was very much aston-\\nished by the communications made to him the other\\nevening by the gypsy girl: he kept a wary silence\\ntowards us on the subject, and affected to treat it lightly\\nbut I have noticed that he has since redoubled his atten-\\ntions to Lady Lillycraft and her dogs.\\nI have seen also Phoebe Wilkins, the housekeeper s\\npretty and lovesick niece, holding a long conference with\\none of these old sibyls behind a large tree in the avenue,\\nand often looking round to see that she was not ob-\\nserved. I make no doubt she was endeavoring to get\\nsome favorable augury about the result of her love-\\nquarrel with young Keady-Money, as oracles have always\\nbeen more consulted on love-affairs than upon anything\\nelse. I fear, however, that in this instance the response\\nwas not so favorable as usual, for I perceived poor\\nPhoebe returning pensively towards the house, her head\\nhanging down, her hat in her hand, and the ribbon trail-\\ning along the ground.\\nAt another time, as I turned a corner of a terrace, at\\nthe bottom of the garden, just by a clump of trees, and a\\nlarge stone urn, I came upon a bevy of the young girls", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0339.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "310 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nof the family, attended by this same Phoebe Wilkins. I\\nwas at a loss to comprehend the meaning of their blush-\\ning and giggling, and their apparent agitation, until I saw\\nthe red cloak of a gypsy vanishing among the shrubbery.\\nA few moments after I caught a sight of Master Simon\\nand the Oxonian stealing along one of the walks of the\\ngarden, chuckling and laughing at their successful wag-\\ngery; having evidently put the gypsy up to the thing,\\nand instructed her what to say.\\nAfter all, there is something strangely pleasing in\\nthese tamperings with the future, even where we are\\nconvinced of the fallacy of the prediction. It is singular\\nhow willingly the mind will half deceive itself and with\\na degree of awe we will listen even to these babblers\\nabout futurity. For my part, I cannot feel angry with\\nthese poor vagabonds, that seek to deceive us into bright\\nhopes and expectations. I have always been something\\nof a castle-builder, and have found my liveliest pleas-\\nure to arise from the illusions which fancy has cast\\nover commonplace realities. As I get on in life, I find\\nit more difl cult to deceive myself in this delightful man-\\nner and I should be thankful to any prophet, however\\nfalse, who would conjure the clouds which hang over\\nfuturity into palaces, and all its doubtful regions into\\nfairy-land.\\nThe Squire, who, as I have observed, has a private\\ngood-will towards gypsies, has suffered considerable an-\\nnoyance on their account. Not that they requite his in-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0340.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "GYPSIES. 311\\ndulgence with ingratitude, for they do not depredate\\nvery flagrantly on his estate but because their pilferings\\nand misdeeds occasion loud murmurs in the village. I\\ncan readily understand the old gentleman s humor on\\nthis point; I have a great toleration for all kinds of\\nvagrant, sunshiny existence, and must confess I take a\\npleasure in observing the ways of gypsies. The English,\\nwho are accustomed to them from childhood, and often\\nsuffer from their petty depredations, consider them as\\nmere nuisances but I have been very much struck with\\ntheir peculiarities. I like to behold their clear olive\\ncomplexions their romantic black eyes their raven\\nlocks their lithe slender figures and to hear them, in\\nlow silver tones, dealing forth magnificent promises of\\nhonors and estates, of world s wealth, and ladies love.\\nTheir mode of life, too, has something in it very fanci-\\nful and picturesque. They are the free denizens of na-\\nture, and maintain a primitive independence, in spite of\\nlaw and gospel, of county jails and country magistrates.\\nIt is curious to see this obstinate adherence to the wild\\nunsettled habits of savage life transmitted from genera-\\ntion to generation, and preserved in the midst of one of\\nthe most cultivated, populous, and systematic countries\\nin the world. They are totally distinct from the busy,\\nthrifty people about them. They seem to be, like the\\nIndians of America, either above or below the ordinary\\ncares and anxieties of mankind. Heedless of power, of\\nhonors, of wealth, and indifferent to the fluctuations of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0341.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "312 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL,\\ntimes, tlie rise or fall of grain, or stock, or empires, they\\nseem to laugh at the toiling, fretting world around them,\\nand to live according to the philosophy of the old song\\nWho would ambition shun,\\nAnd loves to lie i the sun,\\nSeeking the food he eats,\\nAnd pleased with what he gets.\\nCome hither, come hither, come hither.\\nHere shall he see\\nNo enemy.\\nBut winter and rough weather.\\nIn this way they wander from county to county,\\nkeeping about the purlieus of villages, or in plenteous\\nneighborhoods, where there are fat farms and rich coun-\\ntry-seats. Their encampments are generally made in\\nsome beautiful spot either a green shady nook of a\\nroad; or on the border of a common, under a sheltering\\nhedge or on the skirts of a fine spreading wood. They\\nare always to be found lurking about fairs, and races, and\\nrustic gatherings, wherever there is pleasure, and throng,\\nand idleness. They are the oracles of milkmaids and\\nsimple serving-girls and sometimes have even the honor\\nof perusing the white hands of gentlemen s daughters,\\nwhen rambling about their fathers grounds. They are\\nthe bane of good housewives and thrifty farmers, and\\nodious in the eyes of country justices but, like all other\\nvagabond beings, they have something to commend them", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0342.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "GYP8IE8. 313\\nto tlie fancy. They are among tlie last traces, in these\\nmatter-of-fact days, of the motley population of former\\ntimes and are whimsically associated in my mind with\\nfairies and witches, Eobin Good Fellow, Eobin Hood, and\\nthe other fantastical personages of poetry.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0343.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY CUSTOMS.\\nHappy the age, and harmless were the dayes,\\n(For then true love and amity was found,)\\nWhen every village did a May-pole raise,\\nAnd Whitson ales and May games did abound.\\nAnd all the lusty yonkers in a rout.\\nWith merry lasses daunc d the rod about,\\nThen fi-iendship to their banquets bid the guests,\\nAnd poore men far d the better for their feasts.\\nPasquil s Palinodia.\\nHE month of April lias nearly passed away, and\\nwe are fast approaching that poetical day,\\nwhich was considered, in old times, as the\\nboundary that parted the frontiers of winter and summer.\\nWith all its caprices, however, I like the month of April.\\nI like these laughing and crying days, when sun and\\nshade seem to run in billows over the landscape. I like\\nto see the sudden shower coursing over the meadow, and\\ngiving all nature a greener smile and the bright sun-\\nbeams chasing the flying cloud, and turning all its drops\\ninto diamonds.\\nI was enjoying a morning of the kind in company with\\nthe Squire in one of the finest parts of the park. We\\nwere skirting a beautiful grove, and he was giving me a\\n314", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0344.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "MAY-BAY CUSTOMS. 315\\nkind of biographical account of several of his favorite\\nforest-trees, when he heard the strokes of an axe from the\\nmidst of a thick copse. The Squire paused and listened,\\nwith manifest signs of uneasiness. He turned his steps\\nin the direction of the sound. The strokes grew louder\\nand louder as we advanced there was evidently a vigor-\\nous arm wielding the axe. The Squire quickened his\\npace, but in vain a loud crack and a succeeding crash\\ntold that the mischief had been done, and some child of\\nthe forest laid low. When we came to the place, we\\nfound Master Simon and several others standing about a\\ntall and beautifully straight young tree, which had just\\nbeen felled.\\nThe Squire, though a man of most harmonious disposi-\\ntions, was completely put out of tune by this circum-\\nstance. He felt like a monarch witnessing the murder of\\none of his liege subjects, and demanded, with some as-\\nperity, the meaning of the outrage. It turned out to be\\nan affair of Master Simon s, who had selected the tree,\\nfrom its height and straightness, for a May-pole, the old\\none which stood on the village green being unfit for far-\\nther service. If anything could have soothed the ire of\\nmy worthy host, it would have been the reflection that his\\ntree had fallen in so good a cause and I saw that there\\nwas a great struggle between his fondness for his groves\\nand his devotion to May-day. He could not contemplate\\nthe prostrate tree, however, without indulging in lamen-\\ntation, and making a kind of funeral eulogy, like Marc", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0345.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "316 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nAntony over tlie body of Caesar and lie forbade tbat any\\ntree sliould thenceforward be cut down on his estate\\nwithout a warrant from himself; being determined, he\\nsaid, to hold the sovereign power of life and death in his\\nown hands.\\nThis mention of the May-pole struck my attention, and\\nI inquired whether the old customs connected with it\\nwere really kept up in this part of the country. The\\nSquire shook his head mournfully and I found I had\\ntouched on one of his tender points, for he grew quite\\nmelancholy in bewailing the total decline of old May-\\nday. Though it is regularly celebrated in the neighbor-\\ning village, yet it has been merely resuscitated by the\\nworthy Squire, and is kept up in a forced state of exist-\\nence at his expense. He meets with continual discour-\\nagements and finds great difficulty in getting the coun-\\ntry bumpkins to play their parts tolerably. He manages\\nto have every year a Queen of the May but as to\\nEobin Hood, Friar Tuck, the Dragon, the Hobby Horse,\\nand all the other motley crew that used to enliven the\\nday with their mummery, he has not ventured to intro-\\nduce them.\\nStill I look forward with some interest to the promised\\nshadow of old May-day, even though it be but a shadow\\nand I feel more and more pleased with the whimsical yet\\nharmless hobby of my host, which is surrounding him\\nwith agreeable associations, and making a little world of\\npoetry about him. Brought up, as I have been, in a new", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0346.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "MAT-BAT CUSTOMS. 317\\ncountry, I may appreciate too highly the faint vestiges of\\nancient customs which I now and then meet with, and\\nthe interest I express in them may provoke a smile from\\nthose who are negligently suJBfering them to pass away.\\nBut with whatever indifference they may be regarded by\\nthose to the manner born, yet in my mind the linger-\\ning flavor of them imparts a charm to rustic life, which\\nnothing else could readily supply.\\nI shall never forget the delight I felt on first seeing a\\nMay-pole. It was on the banks of the Dee, close by the\\npicturesque old bridge that stretches across the river,\\nfrom the quaint little city of Chester. I had already\\nbeen carried back into former days by the antiquities of\\nthat venerable place the examination of which is equal\\nto turning over the pages of a black-letter volume, or\\ngazing on the pictures in Froissart. The May-pole on\\nthe margin of that poetic stream completed the illusion.\\nMy fancy adorned it with wreaths of flowers, and peo-\\npled the green bank with all the dancing revelry of May-\\nday. The mere sight of this May-pole gave a glow to my\\nfeelings, and spread a charm over the country for the\\nrest of the day; and as I traversed a part of the fair\\nplain of Cheshire, and the beautiful borders of Wales,\\nand looked from among swelling hills, down a long green\\nvalley, through which the Deva wound its wizard\\nstream, my imagination turned all into a perfect\\nArcadia.\\nWhether it be owing to such poetical associations", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0347.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "318 BEACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nearly instilled into my mind, or whether there is a sym-\\npathetic revival and budding forth of the feelings at this\\nseason, certain it is, that I always experience, wherever\\nI may be placed, a delightful expansion of the heart at\\nthe return of May. It is said that birds about this time\\nwill become restless in their cages, as if instinct with the\\nseason, conscious of the revelry going on in the groves,\\nand impatient to break from their bondage and join in\\nthe jubilee of the year. In like manner I have felt my-\\nself excited, even in the midst of the metropolis, when\\nthe windows, which had been churlishly closed all win-\\nter, were again thrown open to receive the balmy breath\\nof May when the sweets of the country were breathed\\ninto the town, and flowers were cried about the streets.\\nI have considered the treasures of flowers thus poured\\nin, as so many missives from nature inviting us forth to\\nenjoy the virgin beauty of the year, before its freshness\\nis exhaled by the heats of sunny summer.\\nOne can readily imagine what a gay scene it must have\\nbeen in jolly old London, when the doors were decorated\\nwith flowering branches, when every hat was decked with\\nhawthorn, and Kobin Hood, Friar Tuck, Maid Marian,\\nthe morris-dancers, and all the other fantastic masks and\\nrevellers, were performing their antics about the May-\\npole in every part of the city.\\nI am not a bigoted admirer of old times and old cus-\\ntoms merely because of their antiquity but while I re-\\njoice in the decline of many of the rude usages and coarse", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0348.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "MAT-DAY CUSTOMS. 319\\namusements of former days, I regret that this innocent\\nand fanciful festival has fallen into disuse. It seemed\\nappropriate to this verdant and pastoral country, and\\ncalculated to light up the too pervading gravity of the\\nnation. I value every custom which tends to infuse\\npoetical feeling into the common people, and to sweeten\\nand soften the rudeness of rustic manners, without de-\\nstroying their simplicity. Indeed, it is to the decline of\\nthis happy simplicity that the decline of this custom may\\nbe traced, and the rural dance on the green, and the\\nhomely May-day pageant, have gradually disappeared, in\\nproportion as the peasantry have become expensive and\\nartificial in their pleasures, and too knowing for simple\\nenjoyment.\\nSome attempts, the Squire informs me, have been\\nmade of late years, by men of both taste and learning, to\\nrally back the popular feeling to these standards of\\nprimitive simplicity but the time has gone by, the feel-\\ning has become chilled by habits of gain and traffic the\\ncountry apes the manners and amusements of the town,\\nand little is heard of May-day at present, except from the\\nlamentations of authors, who sigh after it from among\\nthe brick walls of the city\\nFor 0, for 0, the Hobby Horse is forgot.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0349.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "VILLAGE WOETHIES.\\nNay, I tell you, I am so well beloved in our town, that not the worst dog\\nin the street will hurt my little finger.\\nCOLLIEK OF CkOTDON.\\nS the neighboring village is one of those out-of-\\nthe-way, but gossiping little places where a\\nsmall matter makes a great stir, it is not to be\\nsupposed that the approach of a festival like that of May-\\nday can be regarded with indifference, especially since it\\nis made a matter of such moment by the great folks at\\nthe Hall. Master Simon, who is the faithful factotum of\\nthe worthy Squire, and jumps with his humor in every-\\nthing, is frequent just now in his visits to the village, to\\ngive directions for the impending fete and as I have\\ntaken the liberty occasionally of accompanying him, I\\nhave been enabled to get some insight into the charac-\\nters and internal politics of this very sagacious little\\ncommunity.\\nMaster Simon is in fact the Caesar of the village. It is\\ntrue the Squire is the protecting power, but his factotum\\nis the active, and busy agent. He intermeddles in all its\\nconcerns; is acquainted with all the inhabitants and\\n330", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0350.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "VILLAGE W0BTHIE8. 321\\ntheir domestic history gives counsel to the old folks in\\ntheir business matters, and the young folks in their love-\\naffairs and enjoys the proud satisfaction of being a great\\nman in a little world.\\nHe is the dispenser, too, of the Squire s charity, which\\nis bounteous and, to do Master Simon justice, he per-\\nforms this part of his functions with great alacrity. In-\\ndeed, I have been entertained with the mixture of bustle,\\nimportance, and kind-heartedness which he displays. He\\nis of too vivacious a temperament to comfort the afflicted\\nby sitting down moping and whining and blowing noses\\nin concert but goes whisking about like a sparrow,\\nchirping consolation into every hole and corner of the\\nvillage. I have seen an old woman, in a red cloak, hold\\nhim for half an hour together with some long phthisical\\ntale of distress, which Master Simon listened to with\\nmany a bob of the head, smack of his dog-whip, and\\nother symptoms of impatience, though he afterwards\\nmade a most faithful and circumstantial report of the\\ncase to the Squire. I have watched him, too, during one\\nof his pop visits into the cottage of a superannuated vil-\\nlager, who is a pensioner of the Squire, where he fidgeted\\nabout the room without sitting down, made many excel-\\nlent off-hand reflections with the old invalid, who was\\npropped up in his chair, about the shortness of life, the\\ncertainty of death, and the necessity of preparing for\\nthat awful change quoted several texts of Scripture\\nvery incorrectly, but much to the edification of the cot-\\n31", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0351.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "322 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ntager s wife and on coming out, pinclied tlie daugh-\\nter s rosy clieek, and wondered wliat was in tlie young\\nmen that such a pretty face did not get a husband.\\nHe has also his cabinet counsellors in the village, with\\nwhom he is very busy just now, preparing for the May-\\nday ceremonies. Among these is the village tailor, a\\npale-faced fellow, who plays the clarionet in the church-\\nchoir and, being a great musical genius, has frequent\\nmeetings of the band at his house, where they make\\nnight hideous by their concerts. He is, in consequence,\\nhigh in favor with Master Simon and, through his in-\\nfluence, has the making, or rather marring, of all the liv-\\neries of the Hall which generally look as though they\\nhad been cut out by one of those scientific tailors of\\nthe Flying Island of Laputa, who took measure of their\\ncustomers with a quadrant. The tailor, in fact, might\\nrise to be one of the moneyed men of the village, was he\\nnot rather too prone to gossip, and keep holidays, and\\ngive concerts, and blow all his substance, real and per-\\nsonal, through his clarionet which literally keeps him\\npoor both in body and estate. He has for the present\\nthrown by all his regular work, and suffered the breeches\\nof the village to go unmade and unmended, while he is\\noccupied in making garlands of party-colored rags, in\\nimitation of flowers, for the decoration of the May-pole.\\nAnother of Master Simon s counsellors is the apothe-\\ncary, a short and rather fat man, with a pair of prominent\\neyes, that diverge like those of a lobster. He is the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0352.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "VILLAGE W0BTHIE8. 323\\nvillage wise man very sententious, and full of profound\\nremarks on shallow subjects. Master Simon often quotes\\nhis sayings, and mentions him as rather an extraordinary\\nman; and even consults him occasionally in desperate\\ncases of the dogs and horses. Indeed, he seems to have\\nbeen overwhelmed by the apothecary s philosophy,\\nwhich is exactly one observation deep, consisting of in-\\ndisputable maxims such as may be gathered from the\\nmottoes of tobacco-boxes. I had a specimen of his\\nphilosophy in my very first conversation with him; in\\nthe course of which he observed, with great solemnity\\nand emphasis, that man is a compound of wisdom and\\nfolly upon which Master Simon, who had hold of my\\narm, pressed very hard upon it, and whispered in my\\near, That s a devilish shrewd remark,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0353.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOLMASTEE.\\nThere will no mosse stick to the stone of Sisiphus, no grasse hang on the\\nheeles of Mercury, no butter cleave on the bread of a traveller. For as the\\neagle at every flight loseth a feather, which maketh her bauld in her age, so\\nthe traveller in every country loseth some fleece, which maketh him a beg-\\ngar in his youth, by buying that for a pound which he cannot sell again for a\\npenny repentance. Lilly s Euphues.\\njMONG the wortliies of tlie village, that enjoy\\nthe peculiar confidence of Master Simon, is\\none who has struck my fancy so much that I\\nhave thought him worthy of a separate notice. It is\\nSlingsby, the schoolmaster, a thin elderly man, rather\\nthreadbare and slovenly, somewhat indolent in manner,\\nand with an easy, good-humored look, not often met with\\nin his craft. I have been interested in his favor by a few\\nanecdotes which I have picked up concerning him.\\nHe is a native of the village, and was a contemporary\\nand playmate of Ready-Money Jack in the days of their\\nboyhood. Indeed, they carried on a kind of league of\\nmutual good offices. Slingsby was rather puny, and\\nwithal somewhat of a coward, but very apt at his learn-\\ning Jack, on the contrary, was a bully-boy out of doors,\\n334", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0354.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOLMASTER. 325\\nbut a sad laggard at liis books. Slingsby helped Jack,\\ntherefore, to all his lessons Jack fought all Slingsby s\\nbattles and they were inseparable friends. This mutual\\nkindness continued even after they left the school, not-\\nwithstanding the dissimilarity of their characters. Jack\\ntook to ploughing and reaping, and prepared himself to\\ntill his paternal acres; while the other loitered negli-\\ngently on in the path of learning, until he penetrated\\neven into the confines of Latin and Mathematics.\\nIn an unlucky hour, however, he took to reading voy-\\nages and travels, and was smitten with a desire to see\\nthe world. This desire increased upon him as he grew\\nup so, early one bright sunny morning, he put all his\\neffects in a knapsack, slung it on his back, took staff in\\nhand, and called in his way to take leave of his early\\nschoolmate. Jack was just going out with the plough\\nthe friends shook hands over the farm-house-gate Jack\\ndrove his team a-field, and Slingsby whistled Over the\\nhills and far away, and sallied forth gayly to seek his\\nfortune.\\nYears and years passed away, and young Tom Slings-\\nby was forgotten when, one mellow Sunday afternoon in\\nautumn, a thin man, somewhat advanced in life, with a\\ncoat out at elbows, a pair of old nankeen gaiters, and a\\nfew things tied in a handkerchief, and slung on the end\\nof a stick, was seen loitering through the village. He ap-\\npeared to regard several houses attentively, to peer into\\nthe windows that were open, to eye the villagers wistfully", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0355.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "326 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nas they returned from diurcli, and tlien to pass some\\ntime in tlie clmrcli-yard, reading the tombstones.\\nAt length he found his way to the farm-house of\\nEeady-Money Jack, but paused ere he attempted the\\nwicket; contemplating the picture of substantial inde-\\npendence before him. In the porch of the house sat\\nKeady-Money Jack, in his Sunday dress with his hat\\nupon his head, his pipe in his mouth, and his tankard\\nbefore him, the monarch of all he surveyed. Beside him\\nlay his fat house-dog. The varied sounds of poultry\\nwere heard from the well stocked farm-yard the bees\\nhummed from their hives in the garden the cattle lowed\\nin the rich meadow while the crammed barns and ample\\nstacks bore proof of an abundant harvest.\\nThe stranger opened the gate and advanced dubiously\\ntoward the house. The mastiff growled at the sight of\\nthe suspicious-looking intruder, but was immediately\\nsilenced by his master, who, taking his pipe from his\\nmouth, awaited with inquiring aspect the address of this\\nequivocal personage. The stranger eyed old Jack for a\\nmoment, so portly in his dimensions, and decked out in\\ngorgeous apparel; then cast a glance upon his own\\nthreadbare and starveling condition, and the scanty bun-\\ndle which he held in his hand then giving his shrunk\\nwaistcoat a twitch to make it meet its receding waist-\\nband, and casting another look, half sad, half humorous,\\nat the sturdy yeoman, I suppose, said he, Mr. Tib-\\nbets, you have forgot old times and old playmates.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0356.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "TEE 8GE00LMA8TEB. 327\\nThe latter gazed at tim with scrutinizing look, but\\nacknowledged that he had no recollection of him.\\nLike enough, like enough, said the stranger; ev-\\nerybody seems to have forgotten poor Slingsby\\nWhy no, sure! it can t be Tom Slingsby\\nYes, but it is though replied the stranger, shaking\\nhis head.\\nKeady-Money Jack was on his feet in a twinkling,\\nthrust out his hand, gave his ancient crony the gripe of a\\ngiant, and slapping the other hand on a bench, Sit\\ndown there, cried he, Tom Slingsby\\nA long conversation ensued about old times, while\\nSlingsby was regaled with the best cheer that the farm-\\nhouse afforded for he was hungry as well as way-worn,\\nand had the keen appetite of a poor pedestrian. The\\nearly playmates then talked over their subsequent lives\\nand adventures. Jack had but little to relate, and was\\nnever good at a long story. A prosperous life, passed at\\nhome, has little incident for narrative it is only poor\\ndevils, that are tossed about the world, that are the true\\nheroes of story. Jack had stuck by the paternal farm,\\nfollowed the same plough that his forefathers had driven,\\nand had waxed richer and richer as he grew older. As\\nto Tom Slingsby, he was an exemplification of the old\\nproverb, a rolling stone gathers no moss. He had\\nsought his fortune about the world, without ever finding\\nit being a thing oftener found at home than abroad. He\\nhad been in all kinds of situations, and had learnt a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0357.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "328 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ndozen different modes of making a living but liad found\\nhis way back to his native village rather poorer than\\nwhen he left it, his knapsack having dwindled down to a\\nscanty bundle.\\nAs luck would havei it, the Squire was passing by the\\nfarm-house that very evening, and called there, as is often\\nhis custom. He found the two schoolmates still gossip-\\ning in the porch, and, according to the good old Scottish\\nsong, taking a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang\\nsyne. The squire was struck by the contrast in appear-\\nance and fortunes of these early playmates. Beady-\\nMoney Jack, seated in lordly state, surrounded by the\\ngood things of this life, with golden guineas hanging to\\nhis very watch-chain and the poor pilgrim Slingsby,\\nthin as a weasel, with all his worldly effects, his bundle,\\nhat, and walking-staff, lying on the ground beside him.\\nThe good Squire s heart warmed towards the luckless\\ncosmopolite, for he is a little prone to like such half-\\nvagrant characters. He cast about, in his mind how he\\nshould contrive once more to anchor Slingsby in his na-\\ntive village. Honest Jack had already offered him a pres-\\nent shelter under his roof, in spite of the hints and\\nwinks, and half remonstrances of the shrewd Dame Tib-\\nbets but how to provide for his permanent maintenance,\\nwas the question. Luckily, the Squire bethought himself\\nthat the village school was without a teacher. A little\\nfurther conversation convinced him that Slingsby was\\nas fit for that as for anything else, and in a day or two he", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0358.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOLMASTER. 329\\nwas seen swaying tlie rod of empire in tlie very scliool-\\nhouse where lie had often been horsed in the days of his\\nboyhood.\\nHere he has remained for several years, and, being\\nhonored by the countenance of the Squire, and the fast\\nfriendship of Mr. Tibbets, he has grown into much im-\\nportance and consideration in the village. I am told,\\nhowever, that he still shows, now and then, a degree of\\nrestlessness, and a disposition to rove abroad again, and\\nsee a little more of the world, an inclination which\\nseems particularly to haunt him about spring-time.\\nThere is nothing so difficult to conquer as the vagrant\\nhumor, when once it has been fully indulged.\\nSince I have heard these anecdotes of poor Slingsby, I\\nhave more than once mused upon the picture presented\\nby him and his schoolmate Keady-Money Jack, on their\\ncoming together again after so long a separation. It is\\ndifficult to determine between lots in life, where each is\\nattended with its peculiar discontents. He who never\\nleaves his home, repines at his monotonous existence,\\nand envies the traveller, whose life is a constant tissue of\\nwonder and adventure while he who is tossed about the\\nworld looks back with many a sigh to the safe and quiet\\nshore which he has abandoned. I cannot help thinking,\\nhowever, that the man who stays at home, and cultivates\\nthe comforts and pleasures daily springing up around\\nhim, stands the best chance for happiness. There is\\nnothing so fascinating to a young mind as the idea of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0359.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "330 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\ntravelling and there is very witchcraft in the old phrase\\nfound in every nursery tale, of going to seek one s for-\\ntune. A continual change of place, and change of object,\\npromises a continual succession of adventure and gratifi-\\ncation of curiosity. But there is a limit to all our enjoy-\\nments, and every desire bears its death in its very grati-\\nfication. Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants\\nnovelties cease to excite surprise until at length we can-\\nnot wonder even at a miracle.\\nHe who has sallied forth into the world, like poor\\nSlingsby, full of sunny anticipations, finds too soon how\\ndifferent the distant scene becomes when visited. The\\nsmooth place roughens as he approaches the wild place\\nbecomes tame and barren the fairy tints which beguiled\\nhim on, still fly to the distant hill, or gather upon the\\nland he has left behind and every part of the landscape\\nseems greener than the spot he stands on.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0360.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOL.\\nBut to come down from great men and higher matters to my little children\\nand poor schoolhouse again I will, God willing, go forward orderly, as I pur-\\nposed, to instruct poor children and young men both for learning and man-\\nners. KOGKR ASCHAM.\\nAVING given tlie reader a slight sketcli of the\\nvillage schoolmaster, he may be curious to\\nlearn something concerning his school. As the\\nSquire takes much interest in the education of the neigh-\\nboring children, he put into the hands of the teacher, on\\nfirst installing him in office, a copy of Eoger Ascham s\\nSchoolmaster, and advised him, moreover, to con over\\nthat portion of old Peachem which treats of the duty of\\nmasters, and which condemns the favorite method of\\nmaking boys wise by flagellation.\\nHe exhorted Slingsby not to break down or depress\\nthe free spirit of the boys, by harshness and slavish fear,\\nbut to lead them freely and joyously on in the path of\\nknowledge, making it pleasant and desirable in their\\neyes. He wished to see the youth trained up in the\\nmanners and habitudes of the peasantry of the good\\n331", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0361.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "332 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nold times, and thus to lay a foundation for tlie accom-\\nplisliment of liis favorite object, the revival of old English\\ncustoms and character. He recommended that all the\\nancient holidays should be observed, and the sports of\\nthe boys, in their hours of play, regulated according to\\nthe standard authorities laid down in Strutt a copy of\\nwhose invaluable work, decorated with plates, was de-\\nposited in the school-house. Above all, he exhorted the\\npedagogue to abstain from the use of birch an instru-\\nment of instruction which the good Squire regards as fit\\nonly for the coercion of brute natures, that cannot be\\nreasoned with.\\nMr. Slingsby has followed the Squire s instruction to\\nthe best of his disposition and ability. He never flogs\\nthe boys, because he is too easy, good-humored a crea-\\nture to inflict pain on a worm. He is bountiful in holi-\\ndays, because he loves holidays himself, and has a sym-\\npathy with the urchins impatience of confinement, from\\nhaving divers times experienced its irksomeness during\\nthe time that he was seeing the world. As to sports and\\npastimes, the boys are faithfully exercised in all that are\\non record quoits, races, prison-bars, tip-cat, trap-ball,\\nbandy-ball, wrestling, leaping, and what not. The only\\nmisfortune is, that, having banished the birch, honest\\nSlingsby has not studied Koger Ascham sufficiently to\\nfind out a substitute, or, rather, he has not the manage-\\nment in his nature to apply one his school, therefore,\\nthough one of the happiest, is one of the most unruly in", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0362.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOL. 333\\nthe country and never was a pedagogue more liked, or\\nless heeded, by his disciples than Slingsby.\\nHe has lately taken a coadjutor worthy of himself;\\nbeing another stray sheep returned to the village fold.\\nThis is no other than the son of the musical tailor, who\\nhad bestowed some cost upon his education, hoping one\\nday to see him arrive at the dignity of an exciseman, or\\nat least of a parish clerk. The lad grew up, however, as\\nidle and musical as his father and, being captivated by\\nthe drum and fife of a recruiting party, followed them off\\nto the army. He returned not long since, out of money,\\nand out at elbows, the prodigal son of the village. He\\nremained for some time lounging about the j)lace in half-\\ntattered soldier s dress, with a foraging cap on one side\\nof his head, jerking stones across the brook, or loitering\\nabout the tavern-door, a burden to his father, and re-\\ngarded with great coldness by all warm householders.\\nSomething, however, drew honest Slingsby towards the\\nyouth. It might be the kindness he bore to his father,\\nwho is one of the schoolmaster s great cronies it might\\nbe that secret sympathy which draws men of vagrant\\npropensities towards each other for there is something\\ntruly magnetic in the vagabond feeling or it might be\\nthat he remembered the time when he himself had come\\nback like this youngster, a wreck to his native place.\\nAt any rate, whatever the motive, Slingsby drew towards\\nthe youth. They had many conversations in the village\\ntap-room about foreign parts, and the various scenes and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0363.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "334 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nplaces they had witnessed during their wayfaring about\\nthe world. The more Slingsby talked with him, the\\nmore he found him to his taste and finding him almost\\nas learned as himself, he forthwith engaged him as an\\nassistant, or usher, in the school.\\nUnder such admirable tuition, the school, as may be\\nsupposed, flourishes apace and if the scholars do not\\nbecome versed in all the holiday accomplishments of the\\ngood old times, to the Squire s heart s content, it will not\\nbe the fault of their teachers. The prodigal son has be-\\ncome almost as popular among the boys as the peda-\\ngogue himself. His instructions are not limited to\\nschool-hours and having inherited the musical taste\\nand talents of his father, he has bitten the whole school\\nwith the mania. He is a great hand at beating a drum,\\nwhich is often heard rumbling from the rear of the\\nschool-house. He is teaching half the boys of the vil-\\nlage, also, to play the fife, and the pandean pipes and\\nthey weary the whole neighborhood with their vague\\npipings, as they sit perched on stiles, or loitering about\\nthe barn-doors in the evenings. Among the other exer-\\ncises of the school, also, he has introduced the ancient\\nart of archery, one of the Squire s favorite themes, with\\nsuch success, that the whipsters roam in truant bands\\nabout the neighborhood, practising with their bows and\\narrows upon the birds of the air, and the beasts of the\\nfield; and not unfrequently making a foray into the\\nSquire s domains, to the great indignation of the game-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0364.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOL. 335\\nkeepers. In a word, so completely are the ancient Eng-\\nlisli customs and habits cultivated at this school, that I\\nshould not be surprised if the Squire should live to see\\none of his poetic visions realized, and a brood reared up\\nworthy successors to Eobin Hood, and his merry gang of\\noutlaws.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0365.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "A VILLAGE POLITICIAN.\\nI am a rogue if I do not think I was designed for the helm of state I am so\\nfull of nimble stratagems, that I should have ordered affairs, and carried it\\nagainst the stream of a faction, with as much ease as a skipper would laver\\nagainst the wind. \u00e2\u0080\u0094The Goblins.\\nN one of my visits to tlie village witli Master\\nSimon, lie proposed that we sliould stop at the\\ninn, which he wished to show me, as a speci-\\nmen of a real country inn, the headquarters of village\\ngossip. I had remarked it before, in my perambulations\\nabout the place. It has a deep old-fashioned porch,\\nleading into a large hall, which serves for tap-room and\\ntravellers -room having a wide fireplace, with high-\\nbacked settles on each side, where the wise men of the\\nvillage gossip over their ale, and hold their sessions dur-\\ning the long winter evenings. The landlord is an easy,\\nindolent fellow, shaped a little like one of his own beer-\\nbarrels, and is apt to stand gossiping at his own door,\\nwith his wig on one side, and his hands in his pockets,\\nwhilst his wife and daughter attend to customers. His\\nwife, however, is fully competent to manage the estab-\\nlishment and, indeed, from long habitude, rules over all\\nthe frequenters of the tap-room as completely as if they\\n336", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0366.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "A VILLAGE POLITICIAN. 337\\nwere her dependants and not lier patrons. Not a veteran\\nale-bibber but pays homage to her, having, no doubt,\\noften been in her arrears. I have already hinted that she\\nis on very good terms with Beady-Money Jack. He was\\na sweetheart of hers in early life, and has always counte-\\nnanced the tavern on her account. Indeed, he is quite\\na cock of the walk at the tap-room.\\nAs we approached the inn, we heard some one talking\\nwith great volubility, and distinguished the ominous\\nwords, taxes, poor s rates, and agricultural dis-\\ntress. It proved to be a thin, loquacious fellow, who\\nhad penned the landlord up in one corner of the porch,\\nwith his hands in his pockets, listening with an air of the\\nmost vacant acquiescence.\\nThe sight seemed to have a curious effect on Master\\nSimon, as he squeezed my arm, and altering his course,\\nsheered wide of the porch, as though he had not had any\\nidea of entering. This evident evasion induced me to\\nnotice the orator more particularly. He was meagre, but\\nactive in his make, with a long, pale, bilious face a\\nblack beard, so ill-shaven as to leave marks of blood on\\nhis shirt-collar a feverish eye, and a hat sharpened up\\nat the sides into a most pragmatical shape. He had a\\nnewspaper in his hand, and seemed to be commenting on\\nits contents, to the thorough conviction of mine host.\\nAt sight of Master Simon the landlord was evidently a\\nlittle flurried, and began to rub his hands, edge away\\nfrom his corner, and make several profound publican\\n23", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0367.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "338 BEACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nbows while the orator took no other notice of my com-\\npanion than to talk rather louder than before, and with\\nas I thought, something of an air of defiance. Master\\nSimon, however, as I have before said, sheered off from\\nthe porch, and passed on, pressing my arm within his,\\nand whispering as we got by, in a tone of awe and hor-\\nror, That s a radical he reads Cobbett\\nI endeavored to get a more particular account of him\\nfrom my companion, but he seemed unwilling even to talk\\nabout him, answering only in general terms, that he was\\na cursed busy fellow, that had a confounded trick of\\ntalking, and was apt to bother one about the national\\ndebt, and such nonsense from which I suspected that\\nMaster Simon had been rendered wary of him by some\\naccidental encounter on the field of argument for these\\nradicals are continually roving about in quest of wordy\\nwarfare, and never so happy as when they can tilt a gen-\\ntleman logician out of his saddle.\\nOn subsequent inquiry my suspicions have been con-\\nfirmed. I find the radical has but recently found his way\\ninto the village, where he threatens to commit fearful de-\\nvastations with his doctrines. He has already made two\\nor three complete converts, or new lights has shaken\\nthe faith of several others and has grievously puzzled\\nthe brains of many of the oldest villagers, who had never\\nthought about politics, nor scarce anything else, during\\ntheir whole Jives.\\nHe is lean and meagre from the constant restlessness", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0368.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "A VILLAGE POLITICIAN. 339\\nof mind and body worrying about with newspapers and\\npamplilets in his pockets, wbicli he is ready to pull out\\non all occasions. He has shocked several of the stanch-\\nest villagers, by talking lightly of the Squire and his\\nfamily; and hinting that it would be better the park\\nshould be cut up into small farms and kitchen-gardens,\\nor feed good mutton instead of worthless deer.\\nHe is a great thorn in the sight of the Squire, who is\\nsadly afraid that he will introduce politics into the vil-\\nlage, and turn it into an unhappy, thinking community.\\nHe is a still greater grievance to Master Simon, who has\\nhitherto been able to sway the political opinions of the\\nplace, without much cost of learning or logic; but has\\nbeen much puzzled of late to weed out the doubts and\\nheresies already sown by this champion of reform. In-\\ndeed, the latter has taken complete command at the tap-\\nroom of the tavern, not so much because he has con-\\nvinced, as because he has out-talked all the old-establish-\\ned oracles. The apothecary, with all his philosophy, was\\nas naught before him. He has convinced and converted\\nthe landlord at least a dozen times who, however, is liable\\nto be convinced and converted the other way by the next\\nperson with whom he talks. It is true the radical has a\\nviolent antagonist in the landlady, who is vehemently\\nloyal, and thoroughly devoted to the king, Master Simon,\\nand the Squire. She now and then comes out upon the\\nreformer with all the fierceness of a cat-o -mountain, and\\ndoes not spare her own soft-headed husband for listening", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0369.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "340 BEACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nto what slie terms such, low-lived politics. What makes\\nthe good woman the more violent, is the perfect coolness\\nwith which the radical listens to her attacks, drawing his\\nface up into a provoking, supercilious smile and when\\nshe has talked herself out of breath, quietly asking her\\nfor a taste of her home-brewed.\\nThe only person in any way a match for this redoubt-\\nable politician is Keady-Money Jack Tibbets who main-\\ntains his stand in the tap-room, in defiance of the radical\\nand all his works. Jack is one of the most loyal men in\\nthe country, without being able to reason about the mat-\\nter. He has that admirable quality for a tough arguer,\\nalso, that he never knows when he is beat. He has half\\na dozen old maxims, which he advances on all occasions,\\nand though his antagonist may overturn them ever so\\noften, yet he always brings them anew to the field. He\\nis like the robber in Ariosto, who, though his head might\\nbe cut off half a hundred times, yet whipped it on his\\nshoulders again in a twinkling, and returned as sound a\\nman as ever to the charge.\\nWhatever does not square with Jack s simple and ob-\\nvious creed, he sets down for French politics for, not-\\nwithstanding the peace, he cannot be persuaded that the\\nFrench are not still laying plots to ruin the nation, and\\nto get hold of the Bank of England. The radical at-\\ntempted to overwhelm him one day by a long passage\\nfrom a newspaper but Jack neither reads nor believes in\\nnewspapers. In reply, he gave him one of the stanzas", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0370.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "A VILLAGE POLITICIAN. 341\\nwhich, he has by heart from his favorite, and indeed only\\nauthor, old Tusser, and which he calls his Golden Eules\\nLeave princes affairs undescanted on,\\nAnd tend to such doings as stand thee upon\\nFear God, and offend not the king nor his laws,\\nAnd keep thyself out of the magistrate s claws.\\nWhen Tibbets had pronounced this with great empha-\\nsis, he pulled out a well-filled leathern purse, took out\\na handful of gold and silver, paid his score at the bar\\nwith great punctuality, returned his money, piece by\\npiece, into his purse, his purse into his pocket, which\\nhe buttoned up and then, giving his cudgel a stout\\nthump upon the floor, and bidding the radical good\\nmorning, sir with the tone of a man who conceives he\\nhas completely done for his antagonist, he walked with\\nlionlike gravity out of the house. Two or three of Jack s\\nadmirers who were present, and had been afraid to take\\nthe field themselves, looked upon this as a perfect tri-\\numph, and winked at each other when the radical s back\\nwas turned. Ay, ay said mine host, as soon as the\\nradical was out of hearing, let old Jack alone I ll war-\\nrant he ll give him his own", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0371.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "THE KOOKERY.\\nBut caAving rooks, and kites that swim sublime\\nIn still repeated circles screaming loud,\\nThe jay, the pie, and e en the boding owl,\\nThat hails the rising moon, have charms for me.\\nCoWPEB.\\nN a grove of tall oaks and beeches, that crowns\\na terrace-walk, just on the skirts of the garden,\\nis an ancient rookery which is one of the most\\nimportant provinces in the Squire s rural domains. The\\nold gentleman sets great store by his rooks, and will not\\nsuffer one of them to be killed in consequence of which\\nthey have increased amazingly the tree-tops are loaded\\nwith their nests they have encroached upon the great\\navenue, and even established in times long past a colony\\namong the elms and pines of the church-yard, which,\\nlike other distant colonies, has already thrown off alle-\\ngiance to the mother-country.\\nThe rooks are looked upon by the Squire as a very\\nancient and honorable line of gentry, highly aristocrati-\\ncal in their notions, fond of place, and attached to church\\nand state as their building so loftily, keeping about\\nchurches and cathedrals, and in the venerable groves of\\n343", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0372.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "TEE BOOKEEY. 343\\nold castles and manor-liouses, sufficiently manifests. The\\ngood opinion thus expressed by the Squire put me upon\\nobserving more narrowly these very respectable birds\\nfor I confess, to my shame, I had been apt to confound\\nthem with their cousins-german the crows, to whom, at\\nthe first glance, they bear so great a family resemblance.\\nNothing, it seems, could be more unjust or injurious\\nthan such a mistake. The rooks and crows are, among\\nthe feathered tribes, what the Spaniards and Portuguese\\nare among nations, ^the least loving, in consequence of\\ntheir neighborhood and similarity. The rooks are old-\\nestablished housekeepers, high-minded gentlefolk, who\\nhave had their hereditary abodes time out of mind but\\nas to the poor crows, they are a kind of vagabond, pre-\\ndatory, gypsy race, roving about the country without any\\nsettled home their hands are against everybody, and\\neverybody s against them, and they are gibbeted in every\\ncornfield. Master Simon assures me that a female rook,\\nwho should so far forget herself as to consort with a\\ncrow, would inevitably be disinherited, and indeed would\\nbe totally discarded by all her genteel acquaintance.\\nThe Squire is very watchful over the interests and\\nconcerns of his sable neighbors. As to Master Simon,\\nhe even pretends to know many of them by sight, and to\\nhave given names to them he points out several, which\\nhe says are old heads of families, and compares them to\\nworthy old citizens, beforehand in the world, that wear\\ncocked hats, and silver buckles in their shoes. Notwith-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0373.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "344 BBACEBBIJDGE HALL.\\nstanding the protecting benevolence of the Squire, and\\ntheir being residents in his empire, they seem to ac-\\nknowledge no allegiance, and to hold no intercourse or\\nintimacy. Their airy tenements are built almost out\\nof the reach of gunshot and notwithstanding their vicin-\\nity to the Hall, they maintain a most reserved and dis-\\ntrustful shyness of mankind.\\nThere is one season of the year, however, which brings\\nall birds in a manner to a level, and tames the pride of\\nthe loftiest high-flier, which is the season of building\\ntheir nests. This takes place early in the spring, when\\nthe forest-trees first begin to show their buds, and the\\nlong, withy ends of the branches to turn green when the\\nwild strawberry and other herbage of the sheltered wood-\\nlands put forth their tender and tinted leaves and the\\ndaisy and the primrose peep from under the hedges. At\\nthis time there is a general bustle among the feathered\\ntribes an incessant fluttering about, and a cheerful\\nchirping indicative, like the germination of the vegeta-\\nble world, of the reviving life and fecundity of the year.\\nIt is then that the rooks forget their usual stateliness,\\nand their shy and lofty habits. Instead of keeping up in\\nthe high regions of the air, swinging on the breezy tree-\\ntops, and looking down with sovereign contempt upon\\nthe humble crawlers upon earth, they are fain to throw\\noff for a time the dignity of the gentleman, to come down\\nto the ground, and put on the painstaking and industri-\\nous character of a laborer. They now lose their natural", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0374.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "THE BOOEEBY. 345\\nshyness, become fearless and familiar, and may be seen\\nplying about in all directions, with an air of great assidu-\\nity, in search of building-materials. Every now and then\\nyour path will be crossed by one of these busy old gen-\\ntlemen, worrying about with awkward gait, as if troubled\\nwith the gout, or with corns on his toes casting about\\nmany a prying look turning down first one eye, then the\\nother, in earnest consideration, upon every straw he\\nmeets with; until, espying some mighty twig, large\\nenough to make a rafter for his air-castle, he will seize\\nupon it with avidity, and hurry away with it to the tree-\\ntop fearing, apparently, lest you should dispute with\\nhim the invaluable prize.\\nLike other castle-builders, these airy architects seem\\nrather fanciful in the materials with which they build,\\nand to like those most which come from a distance.\\nThus, though there are abundance of dry twigs on the\\nsurrounding trees, yet they never think of making use of\\nthem, but go foraging in distant lands, and come sailing\\nhome one by one, from the ends of the earth, each bear-\\ning in his bill some precious piece of timber.\\nNor must I avoid mentioning, what, I grieve to say,\\nrather derogates from the grave and honorable character\\nof these ancient gentlefolk, that, during the architectural\\nseason, they are subject to great dissensions among\\nthemselves that they make no scruple to defraud and\\nplunder each other and that sometimes the rookery is a\\nscene of hideous brawl and commotion, in consequence", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0375.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "346 BBACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nof some delinquency of the kind. One of the partners\\ngenerally remains on the nest to guard it from depreda-\\ntion; and I have seen severe contests, when some sly\\nneighbor has endeavored to filch away a tempting rafter\\nthat had captivated his eye. As I am not willing hastily\\nto admit any suspicion derogatory to the general char-\\nacter of so worshipful a people, I am inclined to think\\nthese larcencies discountenanced by the higher classes,\\nand even rigorously punished by those in authority for\\nI have now and then seen a whole gang of rooks fall\\nupon the nest of some individual, pull it all to pieces,\\ncarry off the spoils, and even buffet the luckless proprie-\\ntor. I have concluded this to be a signal punishment\\ninflicted upon him, by the officers of the police, for some\\npilfering misdemeanor or, perhaps, that it was a crew of\\nbailiffs carrying an execution into his house.\\nI have been amused with another of their movements\\nduring the building-season. The steward has suffered a\\nconsiderable number of sheep to graze on a lawn near\\nthe house, somewhat to the annoyance of the Squire, who\\nthinks this an innovation on the dignity of a park, w hich\\nought to be devoted to deer only. Be this as it may,\\nthere is a green knoll, not far from the drawing-room\\nwindow, where the ewes and lambs are accustomed to\\nassemble towards evening, for the benefit of the setting\\nsun. No sooner were they gathered here, at the time\\nwhen these politic birds were building, than a stately old\\nrook, who Master Simon assured me was the chief magis-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0376.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "THE ROOKERY. 347\\ntrate of this community, would settle down upon tlie\\nliead of one of the ewes, who, seeming unconscious of\\nthis condescension, would desist from grazing, and stand\\nfixed in motionless reverence of her august burden the\\nrest of the rookery would then come wheeling down, in\\nimitation of their leader, until every ewe had two or\\nthree of them cawing, and fluttering, and battling upon\\nher back. Whether they requited the submission of the\\nsheep by levying a contribution upon their fleece for\\nthe benefit of the rookery, I am not certain though I\\npresume they followed the usual custom of protecting\\npowers.\\nThe latter part of May is the time of great tribulation\\namong the rookeries, when the young are just able to\\nleave the nests, and balance themselves on the neighbor-\\ning branches. Now comes on the season of rook-shoot-\\ning, a terrible slaughter of the innocents. The Squire,\\nof course, prohibits all invasion of the kind on his terri-\\ntories but I am told that a lamentable havoc takes\\nplace in the colony about the old church. Upon this\\ndevoted commonwealth the village charges with all its\\nchivalry. Every idle wight, lucky enough to possess an\\nold gun or blunderbuss, together with all the archery of\\nSlingsby s school, takes the field on the occasion. In\\nvain does the little parson interfere, or remonstrate, in\\nangry tones, from his study-window that looks into the\\nchurch-yard there is a continual popping from morning\\ntill night. Being no great marksmen, their shots are not", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0377.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "348 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\noften effective; but every now and then a great shout\\nfrom the besieging army of bumpkins makes known the\\ndownfall of some unlucky squab rook, which comes to\\nthe ground with the emphasis of a squashed apple-dump-\\nling.\\nNor is the rookery entirely free from other troubles\\nand disasters. In so aristocratical and lofty-minded a\\ncommunity, which boasts so much ancient blood and\\nhereditary pride, it is natural to suppose that questions\\nof etiquette will sometimes arise, and affairs of honor\\nensue. In fact, this is very often the case bitter quar-\\nrels break out between individuals, which produce sad\\nscufflings on the tree-tops, and I have more than once\\nseen a regular duel between two doughty heroes of the\\nrookery. Their field of battle is generally the air and\\ntheir contest is managed in the most scientific and ele-\\ngant manner wheeling round and round each other, and\\ntowering higher and higher, to get the vantage-ground,\\nuntil they sometimes disappear in the clouds before the\\ncombat is determined.\\nThey have also fierce combats now and then with an\\ninvading hawk, and will drive him off from their terri-\\ntories by a posse comitatus. They are also extremely\\ntenacious of their domains, and will suffer no other bird\\nto inhabit the grove or its vicinity. A very ancient and\\nrespectable old-bachelor owl had for a long time his\\nlodgings in a corner of the grove, but has been fairly\\nejected by the rooks and has retired, disgusted with the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0378.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "THE BOOKEBY. 349\\nworld, to a neighboring wood, where he leads the life of\\na hermit, and makes nightly complaints of his ill-treat-\\nment.\\nThe hootings of this unhappy gentleman may gener-\\nally be heard in the still evenings, when the rooks are all\\nat rest and I have often listened to them, of a moonlight\\nnight, with a kind of mysterious gratification. This gray-\\nbearded misanthrope, of course, is highly respected by\\nthe Squire but the servants have superstitious notions\\nabout him; and it would be difficult to get the dairy-\\nmaid to venture after dark near to the wood which he\\ninhabits.\\nBesides the private quarrels of the rooks, there are\\nother misfortunes to which they are liable, and which\\noften bring distress into the most respectable families of\\nthe rookery. Having the true baronial spirit of the good\\nold feudal times, they are apt now and then to issue forth\\nfrom their castles on a foray, and lay the plebeian fields\\nof the neighboring country under contribution; in the\\ncourse of which chivalrous expeditions they now and\\nthen get a shot from the rusty artillery of some refractory\\nfarmer. Occasionally, too, while they are quietly taking\\nthe air beyond the park boundaries, they have the in-\\ncaution to come within reach of the truant bowmen of\\nSlingsby s school, and receive a flight shot from some un-\\nlucky urchin s arrow. In such case the wounded adven-\\nturer will sometimes have just strength enough to bring\\nhimself home, and, giving up the ghost at the rookery,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0379.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "350 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwill hang dangling all abroad on a bough, like a thief\\non a gibbet an awful warning to his friends, and an ob-\\nject of great commiseration to the Squire.\\nBut, maugre all these untoward incidents, the rooks\\nhave, upon the whole, a happy holiday life of it. When\\ntheir young are reared, and fairly launched upon their\\nnative element, the air, the cares of the old folks seem\\nover, and they resume all their aristocratical dignity and\\nidleness. I have envied them the enjoyment which they\\nappear to have in their ethereal heights, sporting with\\nclamorous exultation about their lofty bowers sometimes\\nhovering over them, sometimes partially alighting upon\\nthe topmost branches, and there balancing with out-\\nstretched wings, and swinging in the breeze. Sometimes\\nthey seem to take a fashionable drive to the church, and\\namuse themselves by circling in airy rings about its\\nspire at other times a mere garrison is left at home to\\nmount guard in their stronghold at the grove, while the\\nrest roam abroad to enjoy the fine weather. About sun-\\nset the garrison gives notice of their return; their faint\\ncawing will be heard from a great distance, and they will\\nbe seen far off like a sable cloud, and then, nearer and\\nnearer, until they all come soaring home. Then they\\nperform several grand circuits in the air, over the Hall\\nand garden, wheeling closer and closer, until they gradu-\\nally settle down when a prodigious cawing takes place,\\nas though they were relating their day s adventures.\\nI like at such times to walk about these dusky groves,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0380.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "THE ROOKERY. 351\\nand hear the various sounds of these airy people roosted\\nso high above me. As the gloom increases, their conver-\\nsation subsides, and they gradually drop asleep; but\\nevery now and then there is a querulous note, as if some\\none was quarrelling for a pillow, or a little more of the\\nblanket. It is late in the evening before they completely\\nsink to repose, and then their old anchorite neighbor, the\\nowl, begins his lonely hootings from his bachelor s-hall,\\nin the wood.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0381.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY.\\nIt is the choice time of the year,\\nFor the violets uow appear\\nNow the rose receives its birth,\\nAnd pretty primrose decks the earth.\\nThen to the May-pole come away,\\nFor it is now a holidaj\\\\\\nACTEON AND DiANA.\\nS I was lying in bed this morning, enjoying one\\nof those half dreams, half reveries, which are so\\npleasant in the country, when the birds are\\nsinging about the window, and the sunbeams peeping\\nthrough the curtains, I was roused by the sound of\\nmusic. On going down-stairs, I found a number of villa-\\ngers, dressed in their holiday clothes, bearing a pole or-\\nnamented with garlands and ribbons, and accompanied\\nby the village band of music, under the direction of the\\ntailor, the pale fellow who plays on the clarinet. They\\nhad all sprigs of hawthorn, or, as it is called, the May,\\nin their hats, and had brought green branches and flow-\\ners to decorate the Hall doors and windows. They had\\ncome to give notice that the May-pole was reared on the\\ngreen, and to invite the household to witness the sports.\\n353", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0382.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 353\\nThe Hall, according to custom, became a scene of liurry\\nand delighted confusion. The servants were all agog\\nwith May and music and there was no keeping either\\nthe tongues or the feet of the maids quiet, who were an-\\nticipating the sports of the green, and the evening dance.\\nI repaired to the village at an early hour to enjoy the\\nmerry-making. The morning was pure and sunny, such\\nas a May morning is always described. The fields were\\nwhite with daisies, the hawthorn was covered with its\\nfragrant blossoms, the bee hummed about every bank,\\nand the swallow played high in the air about the village\\nsteeple. It was one of those genial days when we seem\\nto draw in pleasure with the very air we breathe, and to\\nfeel happy we know not why. Whoever has felt the\\nworth of worthy man, or has doted on lovely woman, will,\\non such a day call them tenderly to mind, and feel his\\nheart all alive with long-buried recollections. For\\nthenne, says the excellent romance of King Arthur,\\nlovers call ageyne to their mynde old gentilnes and old\\nservyse, and many kind dedes, that were forgotten by\\nneglygence.\\nBefore reaching the village, I saw the May-pole tower-\\ning above the cottages, with its gay garlands and stream-\\ners, and heard the sound of music. Booths had been set\\nup near it, for the reception of company and a bower of\\ngreen branches and flowers for the Queen of May, a fresh,\\nrosy-cheeked girl of the village.\\nA band of morris-dancers were capering on the green\\n23", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0383.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "r\\n354 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nin tlieir fantastic dresses, jingling witli hawks bells, with\\na boy dressed up as Maid Marian, and the attendant fool\\nrattling his box to collect contributions from the by-\\nstanders. The gypsy-women too were already plying their\\nmystery in by-corners of the village, reading the hands\\nof the simple country-girls, and no doubt promising them\\nall good husbands and tribes of children.\\nThe Squire made his appearance in the course of the\\nmorning, attended by the parson, and was received with\\nloud acclamations. He mingled among the country peo-\\nple throughout the day, giving and receiving pleasure\\nwherever he went. The amusements of the day were un-\\nder the management of Slingsby, the schoolmaster, who\\nis not merely lord of misrule in his school, but master of\\nthe revels to the village. He was bustling about with the\\nperplexed and anxious air of a man who has the oppres-\\nsive burden of promoting other people s merriment upon\\nhis mind. He had involved himself in a dozen scrapes\\nin consequence of a politic intrigue, which, by the by,\\nMaster Simon and the Oxonian were at the bottom of,\\nwhich had for its object the election of the Queen of May.\\nHe had met with violent opposition from a faction of ale-\\ndrinkers, who were in favor of a bouncing bar-maid, the\\ndaughter of the innkeeper but he had been too strongly\\nbacked not to carry his point, though it shows that these\\nrural crowns, like all others, are objects of great ambition\\nand heartTburning. I am told that Master Simon takes\\ngreat interest, though in an underhand way, in the elec-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0384.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "MAT-DAY. 355\\ntion of these May-day Queens and that the chaplet is\\ngenerally secured for some rustic beauty who has found\\nfavor in his eyes.\\nIn the course of the day there were various games of\\nstrength and agility on the green, at which a knot of vil-\\nlage veterans presided, as judges of the lists. Among\\nthese Ready-Money Jack took the lead, looking with a\\nlearned and critical eye on the merits of the different\\ncandidates and though he was very laconic, and some-\\ntimes merely expressed himself by a nod, it was evident\\nhis opinions far outweighed those of the most loqua-\\ncious.\\nYoung Jack Tibbets was the hero of the day, and car-\\nried off most of the prizes, though in some of the feats of\\nagility he was rivalled by the prodigal son, who ap-\\npeared much in his element on this occasion but his\\nmost formidable competitor was the notorious gypsy, the\\nredoubtable Starlight Tom. I was rejoiced at having\\nan opportunity of seeing this minion of the moon in\\nbroad daylight. I found him a tall, swarthy, good-look-\\ning fellow, with a lofty air, something like what I have\\nseen in an Indian chieftain and with a certain lounging,\\neasy, and almost graceful carriage, which I have often re-\\nmarked in beings of the lazaroni order, who lead an idle,\\nloitering life, and have a gentlemanlike contempt of labor.\\nMaster Simon and the old general reconnoitred the\\nground together, and indulged a vast deal of harmless\\nraking among the buxom country girls. Master Simon\\n-f", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0385.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "356 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwould give some of tliem a kiss on meeting with, them,\\nand would ask after their sisters, for he is acquainted\\nwith most of the farmers families. Sometimes he would\\nwhisper, and affect to talk mischievously with them, and,\\nif bantered on the subject, would turn it off with a laugh,\\nthough it was evident he liked to be suspected of being\\na gay Lothario amongst them.\\nHe had much to say to the farmers about their farms\\nand seemed to know all their horses by name. There\\nwas an old fellow, with a round ruddy face, and a night-\\ncap under his hat, the village wit, who took several oc-\\ncasions to crack a joke with him in the hearing of his\\ncompanions, to whom he would turn and wink hard when\\nMaster Simon had passed.\\nThe harmony of the day, however, had nearly, at one\\ntime, been interrupted, by the appearance of the radical\\non the ground, with two or three of his disciples. He\\nsoon got engaged in argument in the very thick of the\\nthrong, above which I could hear his voice, and now and\\nthen see his meagre hand, half a mile out of the sleeve,\\nelevated in the air in violent gesticulation, and flourish-\\ning a pamphlet by way of truncheon. He was decrying\\nthese idle nonsensical amusements in times of public dis-\\ntress^ when it was every one s business to think of other\\nmatters, and to be miserable. The honest village logi-\\ncians could make no stand against him, especially as he\\nwas seconded by his proselytes; when, to their great\\njoy, Master Simon and the general came drifting down", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0386.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "MAT-DAY. 357\\ninto the field of action. Master Simon was for making\\noff, as soon as lie found himself in the neighborhood of\\nthis fire-ship but the general was too loyal to suffer\\nsuch talk in his hearing, and thought, no doubt, that a\\nlook and a word from a gentleman would be sufficient to\\nshut up so shabby an orator. The latter, however, was\\nno respecter of persons, but rather exulted in having\\nsuch important antagonists. He talked with greater\\nvolubility than ever, and soon drowned them in declama-\\ntion on the subject of taxes, poor s rates, and the na-\\ntional debt. Master Simon endeavored to brush along in\\nhis usual excursive manner, which always answered amaz-\\ningly well with the villagers but the radical was one of\\nthose pestilent fellows that pin a man down to facts\\nand, indeed, he had two or three pamphlets in his\\npocket, to support everything he advanced by printed\\ndocuments. The general, too, found himself betrayed\\ninto a more serious action than his dignity could brook,\\nand looked like a mighty Dutch Indiaman grievously\\npeppered by a petty privateer. In vain he swelled and\\nlooked big, and talked large, and endeavored to make up\\nby pomp of manner for poverty of matter every home-\\nthrust of the radical made him wheeze like a bellows,\\nand seemed to let a volume of wind out of him. In a\\nword, the two worthies from the Hall were completely\\ndumbfounded, and this too in the presence of several of\\nMaster Simon s stanch admirers, who had always looked\\nup to him as infallible. I do not know how he and the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0387.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "358 BRACEBRIDOE HALL.\\ngeneral would have managed to draw their forces decent-\\nly from the field, had not a match at grinning through a\\nhorse-collar been announced, whereupon the radical re-\\ntired with great expression of contempt, and, as soon as\\nhis back was turned, the argument was carried against\\nhim all hollow.\\nDid you ever hear such a pack of stuff, general\\nsaid Master Simon there s no talking with one of these\\nchaps when he once gets that confounded Cobbett in his\\nhead.\\nS blood, sir said the general, wiping his forehead,\\nsuch fellows ought to be transported\\nIn the latter part of the day the ladies from the Hall\\npaid a visit to the green. The fair Julia made her ap-\\npearance, leaning on her lover s arm, and looking ex-\\ntremely pale and interesting. As she is a great favorite\\nin the village, where she has been known from childhood,\\nand as her late accident had been much talked about, the\\nsight of her caused very manifest delight, and some of\\nthe old women of the village blessed her sweet face as\\nshe passed.\\nWhile they were walking about, I noticed the school-\\nmaster in earnest conversation with the Queen of May,\\nevidently endeavoring to spirit her up to some formida-\\nble undertaking. At length, as the party from the Hall\\napproached her bower, she came forth, faltering at every\\nstep, until she reached the spot where the fair Julia\\nstood between her lover and Lady Lillycraft. The little", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0388.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "MAT-DAY. 359\\nQueen then took tte chaplet of flowers from her head,\\nand attempted to put it on that of the bride elect but\\nthe confusion of both was so great that the wreath would\\nhave fallen to the ground, had not the officer caught it,\\nand, laughing, placed it upon the blushing brows of his\\nmistress. There was something charming in the very-\\nembarrassment of these two young creatures, both so\\nbeautiful, yet so different in their kinds of beauty. Mas-\\nter Simon told me, afterwards, that the Queen of May\\nwas to have spoken a few verses which the schoolmaster\\nhad written for her but she had neither wit to under-\\nstand, nor memory to recollect them. Besides, added\\nhe, between you and I, she murders the king s English\\nabominably so she has acted the part of a wise woman\\nin holding her tongue, and trusting to her pretty face.\\nAmong the other characters from the Hall was Mrs.\\nHannah, my Lady Lillycraft s gentlewoman to my sur-\\nprise, she was escorted by old Christy, the huntsman,\\nand followed by his ghost of a greyhound but I find\\nthey are very old acquaintances, being drawn together\\nby some sympathy of disposition. Mrs. Hannah moved\\nabout with starched dignity among the rustics, who drew\\nback from her with more awe than they did from her\\nmistress. Her mouth seemed shut as with a clasp ex-\\ncepting that I now and then heard the word fellows\\nescape from between her lips, as she got accidentally\\njostled in the crowd.\\nBut there was one other heart present that did not en-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0389.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "360 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nter into tlie merriment of the scene, wliicli was that of\\ntlie simple Plioebe Wilkins, the housekeeper s niece.\\nThe poor girl has continued to pine and whine for some\\ntime past, in consequence of the obstinate coldness of her\\nloTer; never was a little flirtation more sererely pun-\\nished. She appeared this day on the green, gallanted by\\na smart servant out of livery, and had evidently resolved\\nto try the hazardous experiment of awakening the jeal-\\nousy of her lover. She was dressed in her very best af-\\nfected an air of great gayety, talked loud and girlishly,\\nand laughed when there was nothing to laugh at. There\\nwas, however, an aching, heavy heart in the poor bag-\\ngage s bosom, in spite of all her levity. Her eye turned\\nevery now and then in quest of her reckless lover, and\\nher cheek grew pale, and her fictitious gayety vanished,\\non seeing him paying his rustic homage to the little May-\\nday Queen.\\nMy attention was now diverted by a fresh stir and bus-\\ntle. Music was heard from a distance a banner was ad-\\nvancing up the road, preceded by a rustic band playing\\nsomething like a march, and followed by a sturdy throng\\nof country lads, the chivalry of a neighboring and rival\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2village.\\nNo sooner had they reached the green than they chal-\\nlenged the heroes of the day to new trials of strength and\\nactivity. Several gymnastic contests ensued for the\\nhonor of the respective villages. In the course of these\\nexercises, young Tibbets and the champion of the adverse", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0390.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "MA T-DA T. 361\\nparty Had an obstinate matcL. at wrestling. They tugged,\\nand strained, and panted, without either getting the mas-\\ntery, until both came to the ground, and rolled upon the\\ngreen. Just then the disconsolate Phcebe came by. She\\nsaw her recreant lover in fierce contest, as she thought,\\nand in danger. In a moment pride, pique, and coquetry\\nwere forgotten she rushed into the ring, seized upon the\\nrival champion by the hair, and was on the point of\\nwreaking on him her puny vengeance, when a buxom,\\nstrapping country lass, the sweetheart of the prostrate\\nswain, pounced upon her like a hawk, and would have\\nstripped her of her fine plumage in a twinkling had she\\nalso not been seized in her turn.\\nA complete tumult ensued. The chivalry of the two\\nvillages became embroiled. Blows began to be dealt,\\nand sticks to be flourished. Phoebe was carried off from\\nthe field in hysterics. In vain did the sages of the village\\ninterfere. The sententious apothecary endeavored to\\npour the soothing oil of his philosophy upon this tem-\\npestuous sea of passion, but was tumbled into the dust.\\nSlingsby, the pedagogue, who is a great lover of peace,\\nwent into the midst of the throng, as marshal of the day,\\nto put an end to the commotion, but was rent in twain,\\nand came out with his garment hanging in two strips\\nfrom his shoulders upon which the prodigal son dashed\\nin with fury to revenge the insult sustained by his pa-\\ntron. The tumult thickened I caught glimpses of the\\njockey-cap of old Christy, like the helmet of a chieftain,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0391.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "362 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nbobbing about in the midst of the scuffle while Mistress\\nHannah, separated from her doughty protector, was\\nsqualling and striking at right and left with a faded para-\\nsol being tossed and tousled about by the crowd in such\\nwise as never happened to maiden gentlewoman before.\\nAt length old Eeady-Money Jack made his way into\\nthe very thickest of the throng, tearing it, as it were,\\napart, and enforcing peace vi et armis. It was surprising\\nto see the sudden quiet that ensued. The storm settled\\ndown at once into tranquillity. The parties, having no\\nreal grounds of hostility, were readily pacified, and in\\nfact were a little at a loss to know why and how they had\\ngot by the ears. Slingsby was speedily stitched together\\nagain by his friend the tailor, and resumed his usual\\ngood humor. Mrs. Hannah drew on one side to plume\\nher rumpled feathers, and old Christy, having repaired\\nhis damages, took her under his arm, and they swept\\nback again to the Hall, ten times more bitter against\\nmankind than ever.\\nThe Tibbets family alone seemed slow in recovering\\nfrom the agitation of the scene. Young Jack was evi-\\ndently very much moved by the heroism of the unlucky\\nPhoebe. His mother, who had been summoned to the\\nfield of action by news of the affray, was in a sad panic,\\nand had need of all her management to keep him from\\nfollowing his mistress, and coming to a perfect reconcil-\\niation.\\nWhat heightened the alarm and perplexity of the good", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0392.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "MAY-DAY. 363\\nmanaging dame was, that the matter had aroused the\\nslow apprehensions of old Eeady-Money himself; who\\nwas very much struck by the intrepid interference of so\\npretty and delicate a girl, and was sadly puzzled to un-\\nderstand the meaning of the violent agitation in his\\nfamily.\\nWhen all this came to the ears of the Squire, he was\\ngrievously scandalized that his May-day fete should have\\nbeen disgraced by such a brawl. He ordered Phoebe to\\nappear before him, but the girl was so frightened and\\ndistressed, that she came sobbing and trembling, and, at\\nthe first question he asked, fell again into hysterics.\\nLady Lillycraft, who understood there was an affair of\\nthe heart at the bottom of this distress, immediately took\\nthe girl into great favor and protection, and made her\\npeace with the Squire. This was the only thing that dis-\\nturbed the harmony of the day, if we except the discom-\\nfiture of Master Simon and the general by the radical.\\nUpon the whole, therefore, the Squire had very fair rea-\\nson to be satisfied that he had rode his hobby through-\\nout the day without any other molestation.\\nThe reader, learned in these matters, will perceive that\\nall this was but a faint shadow of the once gay and fanci-\\nful rites of May. The peasantry have lost the proper\\nfeeling for these rites, and have grown almost as strange\\nto them as the boors of La Mancha were to the customs\\nof chivalry in the days of the valorous Don Quixote. In-\\ndeed, I considered it a proof of the discretion with which", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0393.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "364 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nthe Squire rides liis liobby, that lie had not pushed the\\nthing any farther, nor attempted to revive many obsolete\\nusages of the day, which, in the present matter-of-fact\\ntimes, would appear affected and absurd. I must say,\\nthough I do it under the rose, the general brawl in which\\nthis festival had nearly terminated has made me doubt\\nwhether these rural customs of the good old times were\\nalways so very loving and innocent as we are apt to fancy\\nthem, and whether the peasantry in those times were\\nreally so Arcadian as they have been fondly represented.\\nI begin to fear\\nThose days were never; airy dreams\\nSat for the picture, and the poet s hand,\\nImparting substance to an empty shade,\\nImposed a gay delirium for a truth.\\nGrant it I still must envy them an age\\nThat favored such a dream.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0394.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "THE MANUSCRIPT.\\nESTEEDAT was a day of quiet and repose after\\ntlie bustle of May-day. During the morning I\\njoined the ladies in a small sitting-room, the\\nwindows of which came down to the floor, and opened\\nupon a terrace of the garden, which was set out with\\ndelicate shrubs and flowers. The soft sunshine falling\\ninto the room through the branches of trees that over-\\nhung the windows, the sweet smell of flowers, and the\\nsinging of birds, produced a pleasing yet calming effect\\non the whole party. Some time elapsed without any one\\nspeaking Lady Lillycraft and Miss Templeton were sit-\\nting by an elegant work-table, near one of the windows,\\noccupied with some pretty lady-like work. The captain\\nwas on a stool at his mistress s feet, looking over some\\nmusic and poor Phoebe Wilkins, who has always been a\\nkind of pet among the ladies, but who has risen vastly in\\nfavor with Lady Lillycraft in consequence of some tender\\nconfessions, sat in one corner of the room, with swollen\\neyes, working pensively at some of the fair Julia s wed-\\nding-ornaments.\\nThe silence was interrupted by her ladyship, who sud-\\ndenly proposed a task to the captain. I am iny our", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0395.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "366 BRACEBRIDOE HALL.\\ndebt, said she, for that tale you read to us the other\\nday I will now furnish one in return, if you ll read it\\nand it is just suited to this sweet May morning, for it is\\nall about love\\nThe proposition seemed to delight every one present.\\nThe captain smiled assent. Her ladyship rang for her\\npage, and despatched him to her room for the manu-\\nscript. As the captain, said she, gave us an account\\nof the author of his story, it is but right I should give\\none of mine. It was written by the parson of the parish\\nwhere I reside. He is a thin, elderly man, of a delicate\\nconstitution, but positively one of the most charming\\nmen that ever lived. He lost his wife a few years since\\none of the sweetest women you ever saw. He has two\\nsons, whom he educates himself both of whom already\\nwrite delightful poetry. His parsonage is a lovely place,\\nclose by the church, all overrun with ivy and honey-\\nsuckles; with the sweetest flower-garden about it; for,\\nyou know, our country clergymen are almost always fond\\nof flowers, and make their parsonages perfect pictures.\\nHis living is a very good one, and he is very much\\nbeloved, and does a great deal of good in the neighbor-\\nhood, and among the poor. And then such sermons as\\nhe preaches Oh, if you could only hear one taken from\\na text in Solomon s Song, all about love and matrimony,\\none of the sweetest things you ever heard He preaches\\nit at least once a year, in spring-time, for he knows I am\\nfond of it. He always dines with me on Sundays, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0396.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "THE MANUSCRIPT. 367\\noften brings me some of tlie sweetest pieces of poetry, all\\nabout the pleasures of melancholy, and such subjects,\\nthat make me cry so, you can t think. I wish he would\\npublish. I think he has some things as sweet as any-\\nthing of Moore or Lord Byron.\\nHe fell into very ill health, some time ago, and was\\nadvised to go to the Continent and I gave him no peace\\nuntil he went, and promised to take care of his two boys\\nuntil he returned.\\nHe was gone for above a year, and was quite re-\\nstored. When he came back, he sent me the tale I m\\ngoing to show you. Oh, here it is said she, as the\\npage put in her hands a beautiful box of satin-wood.\\nShe unlocked it, and among several parcels of notes on\\nembossed paper, cards of charades, and copies of verses,\\nshe drew out a crimson velvet case, that smelt very much\\nof perfumes. From this she took a manuscript, daintily\\nwritten on gilt-edged vellum paper, and stitched with a\\nlight-blue ribbon. This she handed to the captain, who\\nread the following tale, which I have procured for the\\nentertainment of the reader.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0397.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELARBEE.\\nThe soldier frae the war returns,\\nAnd the merchant from the main.\\nBut I hae parted wi my loye,\\nAnd ne er to meet again,\\nMy dear,\\nAnd ne er to meet again.\\nWhen day is gone, and night is come,\\nAnd a are boun to sleep,\\nI think on them that s far awa\\nThe lee-lang night and weep,\\nMy dear,\\nThe lee-lang night and weep.\\nOld Scotch Ballad.\\nN the course of a tour in Lower Normandy I re-\\nmained for a day or two in tlie old town of\\nHonfleur, which stands near the mouth of the\\nSeine. It was the time of a fete, and all the world was\\nthronging in the evening to dance at the fair, held before\\nthe chapel of Our Lady of Grace. As I like all kinds of\\ninnocent merry-making, I joined the throng.\\nThe chapel is situated at the top of a high hill, or pro-\\nmontory, whence its bell may be heard at a distance by\\nthe mariner at night. It is said to have given the name\\n368", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0398.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE. 369\\nto the port of Havre de Grace, whicli lies directly oppo-\\nsite, on tlie other side of the Seine. The road up to the\\nchapel went in a zigzag course along the brow of the steep\\ncoast it was shaded by trees, from between which I had\\nbeautiful peeps at the ancient towers of Honfleur below,\\nthe varied scenery of the opposite shore, the white build-\\nings of Havre in the distance, and the wide sea beyond.\\nThe road was enlivened by groups of peasant girls, in\\nbright crimson dresses, and tall caps and I found all the\\nflower of the neighborhood assembled on the green that\\ncrowds the summit of the hill.\\nThe chapel of Notre Dame de Grace is a favorite re-\\nsort of the inhabitants of Honfleur and its vicinity, both\\nfor pleasure and devotion. At this little chapel prayers\\nare put up by the mariners of the port previous to their\\nvoyages, and by their friends during their absence and\\nvotive offerings are hung about its walls, in fulfilment of\\nvows made during times of shipwreck and disaster. The\\nchapel is surrounded by trees. Over the portal is an\\nimage of the Virgin and Child, with an inscription which\\nstruck me as being quite poetical\\nEtoile de la mer, priez pour nous\\n(Star of the sea, pray for us.)\\nOn a level spot near the chapel, under a grove of\\nnoble trees, the populace dance on fine summer evenings\\nand here are held frequent fairs and fetes, which assem-\\nble all the rustic beauty of the loveliest parts of Lower\\n24", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0399.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "370 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nNormandy. Tlie present was an occasion of the kind.\\nBooths and tents were erected among the trees; there\\nwere the usual displays of finery to tempt the rural co-\\nquette, and of wonderful shows to entice the curious\\nmountebanks were exerting their eloquence jugglers and\\nfortune-tellers astonishing the credulous while whole\\nrows of grotesque saints, in wood and wax-work, were of-\\nfered for the purchase of the pious.\\nThe fete had assembled in one view all the picturesque\\ncostumes of the Pays d Auge and the Cote de Caux. I\\nbeheld tall, stately caps, and trim bodices, according to\\nfashions which have been handed down from mother to\\ndaughter for centuries the exact counterparts of those\\nworn in the time of the Conqueror and which surprised\\nme by their faithful resemblance to those in the old pic-\\ntures of Froissart s Chronicles, and in the paintings of\\nilluminated manuscripts. Any one, also, who has been\\nin Lower Normandy, must have remarked the beauty of\\nthe peasantry, and that air of native elegance which pre-\\nvails among them. It is to this country, undoubtedly,\\nthat the English owe their good looks. It was hence\\nthat the bright carnation, the fine blue eye, the light\\nauburn hair, passed over to England in the train of the\\nConqueror, and filled the land vith beauty.\\nThe scene before me was perfectly enchanting the as-\\nsemblage of so many fresh and blooming faces the gay\\ngroups in fanciful dresses some dancing on the green,\\nothers strolling about, or seated on the grass the fine", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0400.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE. 37I\\nclumps of trees in the foreground, bordering the brow of\\nthis airy height, and the broad green sea, sleeping in\\nsummer tranquillity, in the distance.\\nWhilst I was regarding this animated picture, I was\\nstruck with the appearance of a beautiful girl, who\\npassed through the crowd without seeming to take any\\ninterest in their amusements. She was slender and deli-\\ncate, without the bloom upon her cheek usual among the\\npeasantry of Normandy, and her blue eyes had a singular\\nand melancholy expression. She was accompanied by a\\nvenerable-looking man, whom I presumed to be her\\nfather. There was a whisper among the by-standers,\\nand a wistful look after her as she passed the young\\nmen touched their hats, and some of the children fol-\\nlowed her at a little distance, watching her movements.\\nShe approached the edge of the hill, where there is a lit-\\ntle platform, whence the people of Honfleur look out for\\nthe approach of vessels. Here she stood for some time\\nwaving her handkerchief, though there was nothing to be\\nseen but two or three fishing-boats, like mere specks on\\nthe bosom of the distant ocean.\\nThese circumstances excited my curiosity, and I made\\nsome inquiries about her, which were answered with\\nreadiness and intelligence by a priest of the neighboring\\nchapel. Our conversation drew together several of the\\nby-standers, each of whom had something to communi-\\ncate, and from them all I gathered the following particu-\\nlars.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0401.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "372 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nAnnette Delarbre was tlie only daughter of one of tlie\\nhiglier order of farmers, or small proprietors, as they are\\ncalled, of Pont I Eveque, a pleasant village not far from\\nHonfleur, in that rich pastoral part of Lower Normandy\\ncalled the Pays d Auge. Annette was the pride and de-\\nlight of her parents, who brought her up with the fondest\\nindulgence. She was gay, tender, petulant, and suscep-\\ntible. All her feelings were quick and ardent and hav-\\ning never experienced contradiction nor restraint, she\\nwas little practised in self-control nothing but the native\\ngoodness of her heart kept her from running continually\\ninto error.\\nEven while a child, her susceptibility was evinced in\\nan attachment formed to a playmate, Eugene la Forgue,\\nthe only son of a widow of the neighborhood. Their\\nchildish love was an epitome of maturer passion it had\\nits caprices, and jealousies, and quarrels, and reconcilia-\\ntions. It was assuming something of a graver character\\nas Annette entered her fifteenth, and Eugene his nine-\\nteenth year, when he was suddenly carried off to the\\narmy by the conscription.\\nIt was a heavy blow to his widowed mother, for he was\\nher only pride and comfort but it was one of those\\nsudden bereavements which mothers were perpetually\\ndoomed to feel in France, during the time that continual\\nand bloody wars were incessantly draining her youth. It\\nwas a temporary affliction also to Annette, to lose her\\nlover. With tender embraces, half childish, half woman-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0402.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE. 373\\nish, she parted from him. The tears streamed from her\\nblue eyes as she bound a braid of her fair hair round his\\nwrist but the smiles still broke through for she was\\nyet too young to feel how serious a thing is separation,\\nand how many chances there are, when parting in this\\nwide world, against our ever meeting again.\\nWeeks, months, years flew by. Annette increased in\\nbeauty as she increased in years, and was the reigning\\nbelle of the neighborhood. Her time passed innocently\\nand happily. Her father was a man of some consequence\\nin the rural community, and his house was the resort of\\nthe gayest of the village. Annette held a kind of rural\\ncourt she was always surrounded by companions of her\\nown age, among whom she shone unrivalled. Much of\\ntheir time was passed in making lace, the prevalent\\nmanufacture of the neighborhood. As they sat at this\\ndelicate and feminine labor, the merry tale and sprightly\\nsong went round none laughed with a lighter heart than\\nAnnette and if she sang, her voice was perfect melody.\\nTheir evenings were enlivened by the dance, or by those\\npleasant social games so prevalent among the French\\nand when she appeared at the village ball on Sunday\\nevenings, she was the theme of universal admiration.\\nAs she was a rural heiress, she did not want for suitors.\\nMany advantageous offers were made her, but she refused\\nthem all. She laughed at the pretended pangs of her\\nadmirers, and triumphed over them with the caprice of\\nbuoyant youth and conscious beauty. With all her ap-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0403.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "374 BEACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nparent levity, however, could any one have read the story\\nof her heart, they might have traced in it some fond re-\\nmembrance of her early playmate, not so deeply graven\\nas to be painful, but too deep to be easily obliterated\\nand they might have noticed, amidst all her gayety, the\\ntenderness that marked her manner towards the mother\\nof Eugene. She would often steal away from her youth-\\nful companions and their amusements, to pass whole days\\nwith the good widow listening to her fond talk about\\nher boy, and blushing with secret pleasure, when his let-\\nters were read, at finding herself a constant theme of re-\\ncollection and inquiry.\\nAt length the sudden return of peace, which sent many\\na warrior to his native cottage, brought back Eugene, a\\nyoung sunburnt soldier, to the village. I need not say\\nhow rapturously his return was greeted by his mother,\\nwho saw in him the pride and staff of her old age. He\\nhad risen in the service by his merit but brought away\\nbut little from the wars, excepting a soldierlike air, a gal-\\nlant name, and a scar across the forehead. He brought\\nback, however, a nature unspoiled by the camp. He was\\nfrank, open, generous, and ardent. His heart was quick\\nand kind in its impulses, and was perhaps a little softer\\nfrom having suffered it was full of tenderness for An-\\nnette. He had received frequent accounts of her from\\nhis mother and the mention of her kindness to his lone-\\nly parent had rendered her doubly dear to him. He had\\nbeen wounded he had been a prisoner he had been in", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0404.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE. 375\\nvarious troubles, but had always preserved the braid of\\nhair which she had bound round his arm. It had been a\\nkind of talisman to him he had many a time looked upon\\nit as he lay on the hard ground, and the thought that he\\nmight one day see Annette again, and the fair fields\\nabout his native village, had cheered his heart, and en-\\nabled him to bear up against every hardship.\\nHe had left Annette almost a child he found her a\\nblooming woman. If he had loved her before, he now\\nadored her. Annette was equally struck with the im-\\nprovement time had made in her lover. She noticed,\\nwith secret admiration, his superiority to the young men\\nof the village the frank, lofty, military air, that distin-\\nguished him from all the rest at their rural gatherings.\\nThe more she saw him, the more her light, playful fond-\\nness of former years deepened into ardent and powerful\\naffection. But Annette was a rural belle. She had\\ntasted the sweets of dominion, and had been rendered\\nwilful and capricious by constant indulgence at home, and\\nadmiration abroad. She was conscious of her power over\\nEugene, and delighted in exercising it. She sometimes\\ntreated him with petulant caprice, enjoying the pain\\nwhich she inflicted by her frowns, from the idea how\\nsoon she would chase it away again by her smiles. She\\ntook a pleasure in alarming his fears, by affecting a tem-\\nporary preference for some one or other of his rivals\\nand then would delight in allaying them by an ample\\nmeasure of returning kindness. Perhaps there was some", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0405.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "376 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\ndegree of vanity gratified by all this it might be a matter\\nof triumph to show her absolute power over the young\\nsoldier, who was a universal object of female admiration.\\nEugene, however, was of too serious and ardent a nature\\nto be trifled with. He loved too fervently not to be filled\\nwith doubt. He saw Annette surrounded by admirers,\\nand full of animation, the gayest among the gay at all\\ntheir rural festivities, and apparently most gay when he\\nwas most dejected. Every one saw through this caprice\\nbut himself every one saw that in reality she doted on\\nhim but Eugene alone suspected the sincerity of her af-\\nfection. For some time he bore this coquetry with se-\\ncret impatience and distrust but his feelings grew sore\\nand irritable, and overcame his self-command. A slight\\nmisunderstanding took place a quarrel ensued. An-\\nnette, unaccustomed to be thwarted and contradicted,\\nand full of the insolence of youthful beauty, assumed an\\nair of disdain. She refused all explanations to her lover,\\nand they parted in anger. That very evening Eugene\\nsaw her, full of gayety, dancing with one of his rivals\\nand as her eye caught his, fixed on her with unfeigned\\ndistress, it sparkled with more than usual vivacity. It\\nwas a finishing blow to his hopes, already so much im-\\npaired by secret distrust. Pride and resentment both\\nstruggled in his breast, and seemed to rouse his spirit to\\nall his wonted energy. He retired from her presence\\nwith the hasty determination never to see her again.\\nA woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0406.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELARBRE. 377\\nman because love is more the study and business of her\\nlife. Annette soon repented of her indiscretion she felt\\nthat she had used her lover unkindly she felt that she\\nhad trifled with his sincere and generous nature and\\nthen he looked so handsome when he parted after their\\nquarrel his fine features lighted up by indignation.\\nShe had intended making up with him at the evening\\ndance but his sudden departure prevented her. She\\nnow promised herself that when next they met she would\\namply repay him by the sweets of a perfect reconcilia-\\ntion, and that, thenceforward, she would never never\\ntease him more That promise was not to be fulfilled.\\nDay after day passed but Eugene did not make his ap-\\npearance. Sunday evening came, the usual time when all\\nthe gayety of the village assembled but Eugene was not\\nthere. She inquired after him he had left the village.\\nShe now became alarmed, and, forgetting all coyness and\\naffected indifference, called on Eugene s mother for an\\nexplanation. She found her full of affliction, and learnt\\nwith surprise and consternation that Eugene had gone to\\nsea.\\nWhile his feelings were yet smarting with her affected\\ndisdain, and his heart a prey to alternate indignation and\\ndespair, he had suddenly embraced an invitation which\\nhad repeatedly been made him by a relative, who was fit-\\nting out a ship from the port of Honfleur, and who\\nwished him to be the companion of his voyage. Absence\\nappeared to him the only cure for his unlucky passion", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0407.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "378 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nand in the temporary transports of his feelings there was\\nsomething gratifying in the idea of having half the world\\nintervene between them. The hurry necessary for his\\ndeparture left no time for cool reflection it rendered him\\ndeaf to the remonstrances of his afflicted mother. He\\nhastened to Honfleur just in time to make the needful\\npreparations for the voyage and the first news that An-\\nnette received of this sudden determination was a letter\\ndelivered by his mother, returning her pledges of affec-\\ntion, particularly the long-treasured braid of her hair,\\nand bidding her a last farewell, in terms more full of sor-\\nrow and tenderness than upbraiding.\\nThis was the first stroke of real anguish that Annette\\nhad ever received, and it overcame her. The vivacity of\\nher spirits were apt to hurry her to extremes she for a\\ntime gave way to ungovernable transports of affliction and\\nremorse, and manifested, in the violence of her grief, the\\nreal ardor of her affection. The thought occurred to her\\nthat the ship might not yet have sailed she seized on\\nthe hope with eagerness, and hastened with her father to\\nHonfleur. The ship had sailed that very morning. From\\nthe heights above the town she saw it lessening to a\\nspeck on the broad bosom of the ocean, and before even-\\ning the white sail had faded from her sight. She turned\\nfull of anguish to the neighboring chapel of Our Lady of\\nGrace, and throwing herself on the pavement, poured out\\nprayers and tears for the safe return of her lover.\\nWhen she returned home, the cheerfulness of her spir-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0408.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELARBRE. 379\\nits was at an end. She looked back with, remorse and\\nself-upbraiding on lier past caprices slie turned witli\\ndistaste from the adulation of her admirers, and had no\\nlonger any relish for the amusements of the village. With\\nhumiliation and diffidence she sought the widowed moth-\\ner of Eugene but was received by her with an over-\\nflowing heart for she only beheld in Annette one who\\ncould sympathize in her doting fondness for her son. It\\nseemed some alleviation of her remorse to sit by the\\nmother all day, to study her wants, to beguile her heavy\\nhours, to hang about her with the caressing endearments\\nof a daughter, and to seek by every means, if possible, to\\nsupply the place of the son, whom she reproached herself\\nwith having driven away.\\nIn the meantime the ship made a prosperous voyage\\nto her destined port. Eugene s mother received a letter\\nfrom him, in which he lamented the precipitancy of his\\ndeparture. The voyage had given him time for sober\\nreflection. If Annette had been unkind to him, he ought\\nnot to have forgotten what was due to his mother, who\\nwas now advanced in years. He accused himself of self-\\nishness in only listening to the suggestions of his own\\ninconsiderate passions. He promised to return with the\\nship, to make his mind up to his disappointment, and to\\nthink of nothing but making his mother happy And\\nwhen he does return, said Annette, clasping her hands\\nwith transport, it shall not be my fault if he ever leaves\\nus again.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0409.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "380 BRACEBRIDOE HALL.\\nThe time approached for the ship s return. She was\\ndaily expected, when the weather became dreadfully tem-\\npestuous. Day after day brought news of vessels found-\\nered, or driven on shore, and the coast was strewed with\\nwrecks. Intelligence was received of the looked-for ship\\nhaving been seen dismasted in a violent storm, and the\\ngreatest fears were entertained for her safety.\\nAnnette never left the side of Eugene s mother. She\\nwatched every change of her countenance with painful\\nsolicitude, and endeavored to cheer her with hopes, while\\nher own mind was racked by anxiety. She tasked her\\nefforts to be gay; but it was a forced and unnatural\\ngayety a sigh from the mother would completely check\\nit and when she could no longer restrain the rising\\ntears, she would hurry away and pour out her agony\\nin secret. Every anxious look, every anxious inquiry\\nof the mother, whenever a door opened, or a strange\\nface appeared, was an arrow to her soul. She con-\\nsidered every disappointment as a pang of her own in-\\nfliction, and her heart sickened under the care-worn\\nexpression of the maternal eye. At length this sus-\\npense became insupportable. She left the village and\\nhastened to Honfleur, hoping every hour, every moment,\\nto receive some tidings of her lover. She paced the\\npier, and wearied the seamen of the port with her in-\\nquiries. She made a daily pilgrimage to the chapel of\\nOur Lady of Grace hung votive garlands on the wall,\\nand passed hours either kneeling before the altar, or", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0410.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE. 381\\nlooking out from tlie brow of tlie liill upon the angry\\nsea.\\nAt length word was brought that the long-wished-for\\nvessel was in sight. She was seen standing into the\\nmouth of the Seine, shattered and crippled, bearing\\nmarks of having been sadly tempest-tossed. A general\\njoy was diffused by her return; and there was not a\\nbrighter eye, nor a lighter heart, than Annette s in the\\nlittle port of Honfleur. The ship came to anchor in the\\nriver and a boat put off for the shore. The populace\\ncrowded down to the pier-head to welcome it. Annette\\nstood blushing, and smiling, and trembling, and weeping\\nfor a thousand painfully pleasing emotions agitated her\\nbreast at the thoughts of the meeting and reconciliation\\nabout to take place.\\nHer heart throbbed to pour itself out, and atone to\\nher gallant lover for all its errors. At one moment she\\nwould place herself in a conspicuous situation, where she\\nmight catch his view at once, and surprise him by her\\nwelcome but the next moment a doubt would come\\nacross her mind, and she would shrink among the throng,\\ntrembling and faint, and gasping with her emotions. Her\\nagitation increased as the boat drew near, until it became\\ndistressing and it was almost a relief to her when she\\nperceived that her lover was not there. She presumed\\nthat some accident had detained him on board of the\\nship, and felt that the delay would enable her to gather\\nmore self-possession for the meeting. As the boat neared", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0411.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "382 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ntlie shore, many inquiries were made, and laconic an-\\nswers returned. At length Annette heard some inquiries\\nafter her lover. Her heart palpitated there was a mo-\\nment s pause the reply was brief, but awful. He had\\nbeen washed from the deck, with two of the crew, in the\\nmidst of a stormy night, when it was impossible to ren-\\nder any assistance. A piercing shriek broke from among\\nthe crowd and Annette had nearly fallen into the waves.\\nThe sudden revulsion of feelings after such a transient\\ngleam of happiness was too much for her harassed\\nframe. She was carried home senseless. Her life was\\nfor some time despaired of, and it was months before she\\nrecovered her health but she never had perfectly re-\\ncovered her mind it still remained unsettled with re-\\nspect to her lover s fate.\\nThe subject, continued my informer, is never men-\\ntioned in her hearing but she sometimes speaks of it\\nherself, and it seems as though there were some vague\\ntrain of impressions in her mind, in which hope and fear\\nare strangely mingled some imperfect idea of her lover s\\nshipwreck, and yet some expectation of his return.\\nHer parents have tried every means to cheer her, and\\nto banish these gloomy images from her thoughts. They\\nassemble round her the young companions in whose so-\\nciety she used to delight and they will work and chat,\\nand sing, and laugh, as formerly but she will sit silently\\namong them, and will sometimes weep in the midst of\\ntheir gayety and, if spoken to, will make no reply, but", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0412.jp2"}, "403": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE.\\nlook up witli streaming eyes, and sing a dismal little\\nsong, -wliicli slie lias learned somewhere, about a ship-\\nwreck. It makes every one s heart ache to see her in\\nthis way, for she used to be the happiest creature in the\\nvillage.\\nShe passes the greater part of the time with Eugene s\\nmother whose only consolation is her society, and who\\ndotes on her with a mother s tenderness. She is the\\nonly one that has perfect influence over Annette in every\\nmood. The poor girl seems, as formerly, to make an ef-\\nfort to be cheerful in her company but will sometimes\\ngaze upon her with the most piteous look, and then kiss\\nher gray hairs, and fall on her neck and weep.\\nShe is not always melancholy, however; there are\\noccasional intervals when she will be bright and ani-\\nmated for days together; but a degree of wildness at-\\ntends these fits of gayety, that prevents their yielding\\nany satisfaction to her friends. At such times she will\\narrange her room, which is all covered with pictures of\\nships and legends of saints; and will wreathe a white\\nchaplet, as for a wedding, and prepare wedding-orna-\\nments. She will listen anxiously at the door, and look\\nfrequently out at the window, as if expecting some one s\\narrival. It is supposed that at such times she is looking\\nfor her lover s return but, as no one touches upon the\\ntheme, or mentions his name in her presence, the current\\nof her thoughts is mere matter of conjecture. Now and\\nthen she will make a pilgrimage to the chapel of Notre", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0413.jp2"}, "404": {"fulltext": "384 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nDame de Grace where she will pray for hours at the\\naltar, and decorate the images with wreaths that she has\\nwoven or will wave her handkerchief from the terrace,\\nas you have seen, if there is any vessel in the distance.\\nUpwards of a year, he informed me, had now elapsed\\nwithout effacing from her mind this singular taint of in-\\nsanity still her friends hoped it might gradually wear\\naway. They had at one time removed her to a distant\\npart of the country, in hopes that absence from the\\nscenes connected with her story might have a salutary\\neffect; but, when her periodical melancholy returned,\\nshe became more restless and wretched than usual, and,\\nsecretly escaping from her friends, set out on foot, with-\\nout knowing the road, on one of her pilgrimages to the\\nchapel.\\nThis little story entirely drew my attention from the\\ngay scene of the fete, and fixed it upon the beautiful\\nAnnette. While she was yet standing on the terrace,\\nthe vesper-bell rang from the neighboring chapel. She\\nlistened for a moment, and then drawing a small rosary\\nfrom her bosom, walked in that direction. Several of the\\npeasantry followed her in silence and I felt too much\\ninterested not to do the same.\\nThe chapel, as I said before, is in the midst of a grove,\\non the high promontory. The inside is hung round with\\nlittle models of ships, and rude paintings of wrecks and\\nperils at sea, and providential deliverances the votive\\nofferings of captains and crews that have been saved. On", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0414.jp2"}, "405": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBRE. 385\\nentering, Annette paused for a moment before a picture\\nof the Virgin, which, I observed, had recently been deco-\\nrated with a wreath of artificial flowers. When she\\nreached the middle of the chapel she knelt down, and\\nthose who followed her involuntarily did the same at a\\nlittle distance. The evening sun shone softly through\\nthe checkered grove into one window of the chapel. A\\nperfect stillness reigned within and this stillness was\\nthe more impressive, contrasted with the distant sound\\nof music and merriment from the fair. I could not take\\nmy eyes off from the poor suppliant her lips moved as\\nshe told her beads, but her prayers were breathed in\\nsilence. It might have been mere fancy excited by the\\nscene, that, as she raised her eyes to heaven, I thought\\nthey had an expression truly seraphic. But I am easily\\naffected by female beauty, and there was something in\\nthis mixture of love, devotion, and partial insanity, inex-\\npressibly touching.\\nAs the poor girl left the chapel, there was a sweet\\nserenity in her looks and I was told she would return\\nhome, and in all probability be calm and cheerful for\\ndays, and even weeks in which time it was supposed\\nthat hope predominated in her mental malady and when\\nthe dark side of her mind, as her friends call it, was\\nabout to turn up, it would be known by her neglecting\\nher distaff or her lace, singing plaintive songs, and weep-\\ning in silence.\\nShe passed on from the chapel without noticing the\\n25", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0415.jp2"}, "406": {"fulltext": "386 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nfete, but smiling and speaking to many as she passed. I\\nfollowed her with my eyes as she descended the wind-\\ning road towards Honfleur, leaning on her father s arm.\\nHeaven, thought I, has ever its store of balms for\\nthe hurt mind and wounded spirit, and may in time rear\\nup this broken flower to be once more the pride and joy\\nof the valley. The very delusion in which the poor girl\\nwalks may be one of those mists kindly diffused by\\nProvidence over the regions of thought, when they be-\\ncome too fruitful of misery. The veil may gradually be\\nraised which obscures the horizon of her mind, as she is\\nenabled steadily and calmly to contemplate the sorrows\\nat present hidden in mercy from her view.\\nOn my return from Paris, about a year afterwards, I\\nturned off from the beaten route at Eouen, to revisit\\nsome of the most striking scenes of Lower Normandy.\\nHaving passed through the lovely country of the Pays\\nd Auge, I reached Honfleur on a fine afternoon, intending\\nto cross to Havre the next morning, and embark for Eng-\\nland. As I had no better way of passing the evening, I\\nstrolled up the hill to enjoy the fine prospect from the\\nchapel of Notre Dame de Grace and while there, I\\nthought of inquiring after the fate of poor Annette De-\\nlarbre. The priest who had told me her story was offi-\\nciating at vespers, after which I accosted him, and learnt\\nfrom him the remaining circumstances. He told me that\\nfrom the tirgie I had seen her at the chapel, her disorder", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0416.jp2"}, "407": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE. 387\\ntook a sudden turn for the worse, and her health rapidly-\\ndeclined. Her cheerful intervals became shorter and less\\nfrequent, and attended with more incoherency. She grew\\nlanguid, silent, and moody in her melancholy her form\\nwas wasted, her looks were pale and disconsolate, and it\\nwas feared she would never recover. She became im-\\npatient of all sounds of gayety, and was never so con-\\ntented as when Eugene s mother was near her. The\\ngood woman watched over her with patient, yearning\\nsolicitude and in seeking to beguile her sorrows, would\\nhalf forget her own. Sometimes, as she sat looking upon\\nher pallid face, the tears would fill her eyes, which when\\nAnnette perceived, she would anxiously wipe them away,\\nand tell her not to grieve, for that Eugene would soon re-\\nturn and then she would affect a forced gayety, as in\\nformer times, and sing a lively air but a sudden recollec-\\ntion would come over her, and she would burst into tears,\\nhang on the poor mother s neck, and entreat her not to\\ncurse her for having destroyed her son.\\nJust at this time, to the astonishment of every one,\\nnews was received of Eugene who, it appears, was still\\nliving. When almost drowned, he had fortunately seized\\nupon a spar, washed from the ship s deck. Finding him-\\nself nearly exhausted, he fastened himself to it, and\\nfloated for a day and night, until all sense left him. On\\nrecovering, he found himself on board a vessel bound to\\nIndia, but so ill as not to move without assistance. His\\nhealth continued precarious throughout the voyage; on", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0417.jp2"}, "408": {"fulltext": "388 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\narriving in India, lie experienced many vicissitudes, and\\nwas transferred from ship to ship, and hospital to hospi-\\ntal. His constitution enabled him to struggle through\\nevery hardship and he was now in a distant port, wait-\\ning only for the sailing of a ship to return home.\\nGreat caution was necessary in imparting these tidings\\nto the mother, and even then she was nearly overcome\\nby the transports of her joy. But how to impart them to\\nAnnette was a matter of still greater perplexity. Her\\nstate of mind had been so morbid, she had been subject\\nto such violent changes, and the cause of her derange-\\nment had been of such an inconsolable and hopeless\\nkind, that her friends had always forborne to tamper\\nwith her feelings. They had never even hinted at the\\nsubject of her griefs, nor encouraged the theme when she\\nadverted to it, but had passed it over in silence, hoping\\nthat time would gradually wear the traces of it from her\\nrecollection, or, at least, would render them less painful.\\nThey now felt at a loss how to undeceive her even in her\\nmisery, lest the sudden recurrence of happiness might\\nconfirm the estrangement of her reason, or might over-\\npower her enfeebled frame. They ventured, however, to\\nprobe those wounds which they formerly did not dare to\\ntouch, for they now had the balm to pour into them.\\nThey led the conversation to those topics which they had\\nhitherto shunned, and endeavored to ascertain the cur-\\nrent of her thoughts in those varying moods which had\\nformerly perplexed them. They found her mind even", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0418.jp2"}, "409": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELAMBBE. 339\\nmore affected than they had imagined. All her ideas\\nwere confused and wandering. Her bright and cheerful\\nmoods, which now grew seldomer than ever, were all the\\neffects of mental delusion. At such times she had no\\nrecollection of her lover s having been in danger, but was\\nonly anticipating his arrival. When the winter has\\npassed away, said she, and the trees put on their blos-\\nsoms, and the swallow comes back over the sea, he will\\nreturn. When she was drooping and desponding, it was\\nin vain to remind her of what she had said in her gayer\\nmoments, and to assure her that Eugene would indeed\\nreturn shortly. She wept on in silence, and appeared\\ninsensible to their words. But at times her agitation\\nbecame violent, when she would upbraid herself with\\nhaving driven Eugene from his mother, and brought sor-\\nrow on her gray hairs. Her mind admitted but one lead-\\ning idea at a time, which nothing could avert or efface\\nor if they ever succeeded in interrupting the current of\\nher fancy, it only became the more incoherent, and\\nincreased the feverishness that preyed upon both mind\\nand body. Her friends felt more alarm for her than\\never, for they feared her senses were irrevocably gone,\\nand her constitution completely undermined.\\nIn the meantime Eugene returned to the village. He\\nwas violently affected when the story of Annette was told\\nhim. With bitterness of heart he upbraided his own\\nrashness and infatuation that had hurried him away from\\nher, and accused himself as the author of all her woes.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0419.jp2"}, "410": {"fulltext": "390 BMACEBRIBGE HALL.\\nHis mother would describe to Mm all the anguish and\\nremorse of poor Annette the tenderness with which she\\nclung to her, and endeavored, even in the midst of her\\ninsanity, to console her for the loss of her son and the\\ntouching expressions of affection mingled with her most\\nincoherent wanderings of thought, until his feelings\\nwould be wound up to agony, and he would entreat her\\nto desist from the recital. They did not dare as yet to\\nbring him into Annette s sight but he was permitted to\\nsee her when she was sleeping. The tears streamed\\ndown his sunburnt cheeks as he contemplated the rav-\\nages which grief and malady had made and his heart\\nswelled almost to breaking as he beheld round her neck\\nthe very braid of hair which she once gave him in token\\nof girlish affection, and which he had returned to her in\\nanger.\\nAt length the physician that attended her determined\\nto adventure upon an experiment; to take advantage of\\none of those cheerful moods when her mind was visited\\nby hope, and to endeavor to engraft, as it were, the\\nreality upon the delusions of her fancy. These moods\\nhad now become very rare, for nature was sinking under\\nthe continual pressure of her mental malady, and the\\nprinciple of reaction was daily growing weaker. Every\\neffort was tried to bring on a cheerful interval of the\\nkind. Several of her most favorite companions were kept\\ncontinually about her they chatted gayly, they laughed,\\nand sang, and danced but Annette reclined with languid", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0420.jp2"}, "411": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELARBBE. 39I\\nframe and hollow eye, and took no part in their gayety.\\nAt length the winter was gone the trees put forth their\\nleaves the swallows began to build in the eaves of the\\nhouse, and the robin and wren piped all day beneath the\\nwindow. Annette s spirits gradually revived. She began\\nto deck her person with unusual care and bringing forth\\na basket of artificial flowers, went to work to wreathe a\\nbridal chaplet of white roses. Her companions asked\\nher why she prepared the chaplet. What said she\\nwith a smile, have you not noticed the trees putting on\\ntheir wedding-dresses of blossoms Has not the swal-\\nlow flown back over the sea? Do you not know that\\nthe time is come for Eugene to return? that he will\\nbe home to-morrow, and that on Sunday we are to be\\nmarried\\nHer words were repeated to the physician, and he\\nseized on them at once. He directed that her idea\\nshould be encouraged and acted upon. Her words were\\nechoed through the house. Every one talked of the re-\\nturn of Eugene as a matter of course they congratulated\\nher upon her approaching happiness, and assisted her in\\nher preparations. The next morning the same theme\\nwas resumed. She was dressed out to receive her lover.\\nEvery bosom fluttered with anxiety. A cabriolet drove\\ninto the village. Eugene is coming was the cry. She\\nsaw him alight at the door, and rushed with a shriek into\\nhis arms.\\nHer friends trembled for the result of this critical ex-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0421.jp2"}, "412": {"fulltext": "392 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nperiment but she did not sink under it, for her fancy-\\nhad prepared her for his return. She was as one in a\\ndream, to whom a tide of unlooked-for prosperity, that\\nwould have overwhelmed his waking reason, seems but\\nthe natural current of circumstances. Her conversation,\\nhowever, showed that her senses were wandering. There\\nwas an absolute forgetfulness of all past sorrow a wild\\nand feverish gayety that at times was incoherent.\\nThe next morning she awoke languid and exhausted.\\nAll the occurrences of the preceding day had passed\\naway from her mind as though they had been the mere\\nillusions of her fancy. She rose melancholy and ab-\\nstracted, and as she dressed herself, was heard to sing\\none of her plaintive ballads. When she entered the par-\\nlor, her eyes were swollen with weeping. She heard Eu-\\ngene s voice without, and started passed her hand across\\nher forehead, and stood musing, like one endeavoring to\\nrecall a dream. Eugene entered the room, and advanced\\ntowards her she looked at him with an eager, searching\\nlook, murmured some indistinct words, and, before he\\ncould reach her, sank upon the floor.\\nShe relapsed into a wild and unsettled state of mind\\nbut now that the first shock was over, the physician or-\\ndered that Eugene should keep continually in her sight.\\nSometimes she did not know him at other times she\\nwould talk to him as if he were going to sea, and would\\nimplore him not to part from her in anger and when he\\nwas not present, she would speak of him as if buried in", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0422.jp2"}, "413": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE BELARBRE. 393\\nthe ocean, and would sit, with clasped hands, looking\\nupon the ground, the picture of despair.\\nAs the agitation of her feelings subsided, and her\\nframe recovered from the shock it had received, she be-\\ncame more placid and coherent. Eugene kept almost\\ncontinually near her. He formed the real object round\\nwhich her scattered ideas once more gathered, and which\\nlinked them once more with the realities of life. But her\\nchangeful disorder now appeared to take a new turn.\\nShe became languid and inert, and would sit for hours\\nsilent, and almost in a state of lethargy. If roused from\\nthis stupor, it seemed as if her mind would make some\\nattempt to follow up a train of thought, but would soon\\nbecome confused. She would regard every one that ap-\\nproached her with an anxious and inquiring eye, that\\nseemed continually to disappoint itself. Sometimes, as\\nher lover sat holding her hand, she would look pensively\\nin his face without saying a word, until his heart was\\novercome and after these transient fits of intellectual\\nexertion, she would sink again into lethargy.\\nBy degrees this stupor increased her mind appeared\\nto have subsided into a stagnant and almost deathlike\\ncalm. For the greater part of the time her eyes were\\nclosed her face was almost as fixed and passionless as\\nthat of a corpse. She no longer took any notice of sur-\\nrounding objects. There was an awfulness in this tran-\\nquillity that filled her friends with apprehensions. The\\nphysician ordered that she should be kept perfectly", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0423.jp2"}, "414": {"fulltext": "394: BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nquiet; or that, if she evinced any agitation, she should\\nbe gently lulled, like a child, by some favorite tune.\\nShe remained in this state for hours, hardly seeming\\nto breathe, and apparently sinking into the sleep of\\ndeath. Her chamber was profoundly still. The attend-\\nants moved about it with noiseless tread everything was\\ncommunicated by signs and whispers. Her lover sat by\\nher side watching her with painful anxiety, and fearing\\nevery breath which stole from her pale lips would be the\\nlast.\\nAt length she heaved a deep sigh and from some con-\\nvulsive motions, appeared to be troubled in her sleep.\\nHer agitation increased, accompanied by an indistinct\\nmoaning. One of her companions, remembering the\\nphysician s instructions, endeavored to lull her by sing-\\ning, in a low voice, a tender little air, which was a partic-\\nular favorite of Annette s. Probably it had some connec-\\ntion in her mind with her own story for every fond girl\\nhas some ditty of the kind, linked in her thoughts with\\nsweet and sad remembrances.\\nAs she sang, the agitation of Annette subsided. A\\nstreak of faint color came into her cheeks; her eyelids\\nbecame swollen with rising tears, which trembled there\\nfor a moment, and then, stealing forth, coursed down her\\npallid cheek. When the song was ended, she opened her\\neyes, and looked about her, as one awaking in a strange\\nplace.\\nOh Eugene Eugene said she, it seems as if I", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0424.jp2"}, "415": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELARBRE. 395\\nhave liad a long and dismal dream what has happened,\\nand what has been the matter with me\\nThe questions were embarrassing; and before they\\ncould be answered, the physician, who was in the next\\nroom, entered. She took him by the hand, looked up in\\nhis face, and made the same inquiry. He endeavored\\nto put her off with some evasive answer. No, no\\ncried she, I know I have been ill, and I have been\\ndreaming strangely. I thought Eugene had left us and\\nthat he had gone to sea and that and that he was\\ndrowned But he has been to sea added she earnest-\\nly, as recollection kept flashing upon her, and he has\\nbeen wrecked and we were all so wretched and he\\ncame home again one bright morning and oh said\\nshe, pressing her hand against her forehead with a sickly\\nsmile, I see how it is; all has not been right here. I\\nbegin to recollect but it is all past now Eugene is\\nhere! and his mother is happy and we will never\\nnever part again shall we, Eugene\\nShe sunk back in her chair exhausted; the tears\\nstreamed down her cheeks. Her companions hovered\\nround her, not knowing what to make of this sudden\\ndawn of reason. Her lover sobbed aloud. She opened\\nher eyes again, and looked upon them with an air of the\\nsweetest acknowledgment. You are all so good to\\nme said she, faintly.\\nThe physician drew the father aside. Tour daugh-\\nter s mind is restored, said he; she is sensible that", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0425.jp2"}, "416": {"fulltext": "396 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nshe has been deranged she is growing conscious of the\\npast, and conscious of the present. All that now re-\\nmains is to keep her calm and quiet until her health is\\nreestablished, and then let her be married, in God s\\nname\\nThe wedding took place, continued the good priest,\\nbut a short time since they were here at the last fete\\nduring their honey-moon, and a handsomer and happier\\ncouple was not to be seen as they danced under yonder\\ntrees. The young man, his wife, and mother, now live on\\na fine farm at Pont L Eveque and that model of a ship\\nwhich you see yonder, with white flowers wreathed round\\nit, is Annette s offering of thanks to our Lady of Grace,\\nfor having listened to her prayers, and protected her\\nlover in the hour of peril.\\nThe captain having finished, there was a momentary\\nsilence. The tender-hearted Lady Lillycraft, who knew\\nthe story by heart, had led the way in weeping, and in-\\ndeed often began to shed tears before they came to the\\nright place.\\nThe fair Julia was a little flurried at the passage where\\nwedding preparations were mentioned; but the auditor\\nmost affected was the simple Phoebe Wilkins. She had\\ngradually dropped her work in her lap, and sat sobbing\\nthrough the latter part of the story, until towards the\\nend, when the happy reverse had nearly produced an-\\nother scene of hysterics. Go, take this case to my", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0426.jp2"}, "417": {"fulltext": "ANNETTE DELABBBE. 397\\nroom again, child, said Lady Lillycraft kindly, and\\ndon t cry so mucli.\\nI won t, an t please your ladyship, if I can help it;\\nbut I m glad they made all up again, and were married!\\nBy the way, the case of this lovelorn damsel begins to\\nmake some talk in the household, especially among cer-\\ntain little ladies, not far in their teens, of whom she has\\nmade confidants. She is a great favorite with them all,\\nbut particularly so since she has confided to them her\\nlove-secrets. They enter into her concerns with all the\\nviolent zeal and overwhelming sympathy with which lit-\\ntle boarding-school ladies engage in the politics of a love-\\naffair.\\nI have noticed them frequently clustering about her in\\nprivate conferences, or walking up and down the garden-\\nterrace under my window, listening to some long and\\ndolorous story of her afflictions of which I could now\\nand then distinguish the ever-recurring phrases says\\nhe, and says she.\\nI accidentally interrupted one of these little councils of\\nwar, when they were all huddled together under a tree,\\nand seemed to be earnestly considering some interesting\\ndocument. The flutter at my approach showed that there\\nwere some secrets under discussion and I observed the\\ndisconsolate Phoebe crumpling into her bosom either a\\nlove-letter or an old valentine, and brushing away the\\ntears from her cheeks.\\nThe girl is a good girl, of a soft, melting nature, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0427.jp2"}, "418": {"fulltext": "398 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nsliows lier concern at tlie cruelty of her lover only in\\ntears and drooping looks but with the little ladies who\\nhave espoused her cause, it sparkles up into fiery indig-\\nnation; and I have noticed on Sunday many a glance\\ndarted at the pew of the Tibbets s, enough even to melt\\ndown the silver buttons on old Eeady-Money s jacket.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0428.jp2"}, "419": {"fulltext": "TKAYELLING.\\nA citizen, for recreation sake,\\nTo see the country would a journey take\\nSome dozen mile, or very little more\\nTaking his leave with friends two months before\\nWith drinking healths, and shaking by the hand,\\nAs he had travail d to some new-found land.\\nDoctor Mekkie Mak, 1609.\\nHE Squire has lately received anotlier shock in\\nthe saddle, and been almost unseated by his\\nmarplot neighbor, the indefatigable Mr. Faddy,\\nwho rides his jog-trot hobby with equal zeal and is so\\nbent upon improving and reforming the neighborhood,\\nthat the Squire thinks, in a little while, it will be scarce\\nworth living in. The enormity that has thus discom-\\nposed my worthy host is an attempt of the manufacturer\\nto have a line of coaches established, that shall diverge\\nfrom the old route, and pass through the neighboring\\nvillage.\\nI believe I have mentioned that the Hall is situated in\\na retired part of the country, at a distance from any great\\ncoach-road insomuch that the arrival of a traveller is\\napt to make every one look out of the window, and to\\n399", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0429.jp2"}, "420": {"fulltext": "400 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ncause some talk among the ale-drinkers at the little inn.\\nI was at a loss, therefore, to account for the Squire s in-\\ndignation at a measure apparently fraught with conven-\\nience and advantage, until I found that the conveniences\\nof travelling were among his greatest grievances.\\nIn fact, he rails against stage-coaches, post-chaises, and\\nturnpike roads, as serious causes of the corruption of\\nEnglish rural manners. They have given facilities, he\\nsays, to every humdrum citizen to trundle his family\\nabout the kingdom, and have sent the follies and fashions\\nof town whirling, in coach-loads, to the remotest parts of\\nthe island. The whole country, he says, is traversed by\\nthese flying cargoes every by-road is explored by enter-\\nprising tourists from Cheapside and the Poultry, and\\nevery gentleman s park and lawns invaded by cockney\\nsketchers of both sexes, with portable chairs and port-\\nfolios for drawing.\\nHe laments over this as destroying the charm of pri-\\nvacy, and interrupting the quiet of country life but more\\nespecially as affecting the simplicity of the peasantry,\\nand filling their heads with half-city notions. A great\\ncoach-inn, he says, is enough to ruin the manners of a\\nwhole village. It creates a horde of sots and idlers\\nmakes gapers and gazers and newsmongers of the com-\\nmon people, and knowing jockeys of the country bump-\\nkins.\\nThe Squire has something of the old feudal feeling.\\nHe looks back with regret to the good old times, when", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0430.jp2"}, "421": {"fulltext": "TBA VELLmO. 401\\njourneys were only made on horseback, and tlie extraor-\\ndinary difficulties of trayelling, owing to bad roads, bad\\naccommodations, and highway robbers, seemed to sepa-\\nrate each village and hamlet from the rest of the world.\\nThe lord of the manor was then a kind of monarch in the\\nlittle realm around him. He held his court in his pa-\\nternal hall, and was looked up to with almost as much\\nloyalty and deference as the king himself. Every neigh-\\nborhood was a little world within itself, having its local\\nmanners and customs, its local history and local opinions.\\nThe inhabitants were fonder of their homes, and thought\\nless of wandering. It was looked upon as an expedition\\nto travel out of sight of the parish steeple and a man\\nthat had been to London was a village oracle for the rest\\nof his life.\\nWhat a difference between the mode of travelling in\\nthose days and at present At that time, when a gentle-\\nman went on a distant visit, he sallied forth like a\\nknight-errant on an enterprise, and every family excur-\\nsion was a pageant. How splendid and fanciful must one\\nof those domestic cavalcades have been, where the beau-\\ntiful dames were mounted on palfreys magnificently ca-\\nparisoned, with embroidered harness, all tinkling with\\nsilver bells attended by cavaliers richly attired on pranc-\\ning steeds, and followed by pages and serving-men, as\\nwe see them represented in old tapestry. The gentry,\\nas they travelled about in those days, were like moving\\npictures. They delighted the eyes and awakened the\\n36", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0431.jp2"}, "422": {"fulltext": "402 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nadmiration of the common people, and passed before\\ntliem like superior beings and indeed they were so\\nthere was a hardy and healthful exercise connected with\\nthis equestrian style, that made them generous and\\nnoble.\\nIn his fondness for the old style of travelling, the\\nSquire makes most of his journeys on horseback, though\\nhe laments the modern deficiency of incident on the\\nroad, from the want of fellow-wayfarers, and the rapidity\\nwith which every one else is whirled along in coaches\\nand post-chaises. In the good old times, on the\\ncontrary, a cavalier jogged on through bog and mire,\\nfrom town to town, and hamlet to hamlet, conversing\\nwith friars and franklens, and all other chance com-\\npanions of the road; beguiling the way with travellers\\ntales, which then were truly wonderful, for everything\\nbeyond one s neighborhood was full of marvel and ro-\\nmance stopping at night at some hostel, where the\\nbush over the door proclaimed good wine, or a pretty\\nhostess made bad wine palatable meeting at supper\\nwith travellers, or listening to the song or merry story of\\nthe host, who was generally a boon companion, and pre-\\nsided at his own board; for, according to old Tusser s\\nInnholder s Poesie,\\nAt meales my friend who vitleth here\\nAnd sitteth with his host,\\nShall both be sure of better eheere,\\nAnd scape with lesser cost.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0432.jp2"}, "423": {"fulltext": "TBAVELLING. 403\\nTlie Squire is fond, too, of stopping at those inns\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0wliicli may be met witli, here and there, in ancient\\nhouses of wood and plaster, or calimanco houses, as they\\nare called by antiquaries, with deep porches, diamond-\\npaned bow-windows, panelled rooms, and great fire-\\nplaces. He will prefer them to more spacious and mod-\\nern inns, and would cheerfully put up with bad cheer\\nand bad accommodations in the gratification of his\\nhumor. They give him, he says, the feeling of old times,\\ninsomuch that he almost expects, in the dusk of the\\nevening, to see some party of weary travellers ride up to\\nthe door, with plumes and mantles, trunk-hose, wide\\nboots, and long rapiers.\\nThe good Squire s remarks brought to mind a visit I\\nonce paid to the Tabard Inn, famous for being the place\\nof assemblage whence Chaucer s pilgrims set forth for\\nCanterbury. It is in the borough of Southwark, not far\\nfrom London Bridge, and bears, at present, the name of\\nThe Talbot. It has sadly declined in dignity since the\\ndays of Chaucer, being a mere rendezvous and packing-\\nplace of the great wagons that travel into Kent. The\\ncourt-yard, which was anciently the mustering-place of\\nthe pilgrims previous to their departure, was now lum-\\nbered with huge wagons. Crates, boxes, hampers, and\\nbaskets, containing the good things of town and country,\\nwere piled about them while, among the straw and lit-\\nter, the motherly hens scratched and clucked, with their\\nhungry broods at their heels. Instead of Chaucer s mot-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0433.jp2"}, "424": {"fulltext": "404 BBAGEBRIDOE HALL.\\nley and splendid throng, I only saw a group of wagoners\\nand stable-boys enjoying a circulating pot of ale wliile a\\nlong-bodied dog sat by, witb head on one side, ear cocked\\nup, and wistful gaze, as if waiting for his turn at the\\ntankard.\\nNotwithstanding this grievous declension, however, I\\nwas gratified at perceiving that the present occupants\\nwere not unconscious of the poetical renown of their\\nmansion. An inscription over the gateway proclaimed it\\nto be the inn where Chaucer s pilgrims slept on the night\\nprevious to their departure, and at the bottom of the\\nyard was a magnificent sign, representing them in the act\\nof sallying forth. I was pleased, too, at noticing, that\\nthough the present inn was comparatively modern, the\\nform of the old inn was preserved. There were galleries\\nround the yard, as in old times, on which opened the\\nchambers of the guests. To these ancient inns have an-\\ntiquaries ascribed the present forms of our theatres.\\nPlays were originally acted in the inn-yards. The guests\\nlolled over the galleries, which answered to our modern\\ndress-circle the critical mob clustered in the yard in-\\nstead of the pit and the groups gazing from the garret-\\nwindows were no bad representatives of the gods of the\\nshilling gallery. When, therefore, the drama grew im-\\nportant enough to have a house of its own, the architects\\ntook a hint for its construction from the yard of the an-\\ncient hostel.\\nI was so well pleased at finding these remembrances of", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0434.jp2"}, "425": {"fulltext": "TRAVELLING. 405\\nChaucer and his poem, that I ordered my dinner in the\\nlittle parlor of the Talbot. Whilst it was preparing, I sat\\nat the window, musing, and gazing into the court-yard,\\nand conjuring up recollections of the scenes depicted in\\nsuch lively colors by the poet, until, by degrees, boxes,\\nbales, and hampers, boys, wagoners, and dogs faded from\\nsight, and my fancy peopled the place with the motley\\nthrong of Canterbury pilgrims. The galleries once more\\nswarmed with idle gazers, in the rich dresses of Chau-\\ncer s time, and the whole cavalcade seemed to pass before\\nme. There was the stately knight on sober steed, who\\nhad ridden in Christendom and heathenesse, and had\\nfoughten for our faith at Tramissene and his son,\\nthe young squire, a lover, and a lusty bachelor, with\\ncurled locks and gay embroidery a bold rider, a dancer,\\nand a writer of verses, singing and fluting all day long,\\nand fresh as the month of May and his knot-\\nheaded yeoman; a bold forester, in green, with horn,\\nand baudrick, and dagger a mighty bow in hand, and\\na sheaf of peacock arrows shining beneath his belt\\nand the coy, smiling, simple nun, with her grey eyes,\\nher small red mouth and fair forehead, her dainty person\\nclad in featly cloak and ypinched wimple, her coral\\nbeads about her arm, her golden brooch with a love-\\nmotto, and her pretty oath by Saint Eloy and the\\nmerchant, solemn in speech and high on horse, with\\nforked beard and Flaundrish bever hat and the lusty\\nmonk, full fat and in good point, with berry-brown", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0435.jp2"}, "426": {"fulltext": "406 BBAGEBRIDQE HALL.\\npalfrey, his hood fastened with gold pin, wrought with a\\nlove-knot, his bald head shining like glass, and his face\\nglistening as though it had been anointed and the lean,\\nlogical, sententious clerke of Oxenforde, upon his half-\\nstarved, scholarlike horse and the bowsing sompnour,\\nwith fierj-cherub face, all knobbed with pimples, an eater\\nof garlic and onions, and drinker of strong wine, red as\\nblood, that carried a cake for a buckler, and babbled\\nLatin in his cups of whose brimstone visage children\\nwere sore aferd and the buxom wife of Bath, the\\nwidow of five husbands, upon her ambling nag, with her\\nhat broad as a buckler, her red stockings and sharp\\nspurs and the slender, choleric reeve of Norfolk, be-\\nstriding his good gray stot with close-shaven beard, his\\nhair cropped round his ears long, lean calfless legs and\\na rusty blade by his side and the jolly Limitour, with\\nlisping tongue and twinkling eye, well beloved of frank-\\nlens and housewives, a great promoter of marriages\\namong young women, known at the taverns in every town\\nand by every hosteler and gay tapstere. In short, be-\\nfore I was roused from my reverie by the less poetical,\\nbut more substantial apparition of a smoking beefsteak, I\\nhad seen the whole cavalcade issue forth from the hostel-\\ngate, with the brawny, double-jointed, red-haired miller,\\nplaying the bagpipes before them, and the ancient host\\nof the Tabard giving them his farewell God-send to Can-\\nterbury.\\nWhen I told the Squire of the existence of this legiti-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0436.jp2"}, "427": {"fulltext": "TBAVELLma. 407\\nmate descendant of the ancient Tabard Inn, his eyes ab-\\nsolutely glistened with delight. He determined to hunt\\nit up the very first time he visited London, and to eat a\\ndinner there, and drink a cup of mine host s best wine,\\nin memory of old Chaucer. The general, who happened\\nto be present, immediately begged to be of the party, for\\nhe liked to encourage these long-established houses, as\\nthey are apt to have choice old wines.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0437.jp2"}, "428": {"fulltext": "POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.\\nFarewell rewards and fairies,\\nGood housewives now may say\\nFor now fowle sluts in dairies\\nDo fare as well as they\\nAnd though they sweepe their hearths no lesse\\nThan maids were wont to doe,\\nYet who of late for cleanlinesse\\nFinds sixpence in her shooe\\nBishop Coebet.\\nHAYE mentioned tlie Squire s fondness for the\\nmarvellous, and his predilection for legends\\nand romances. His library contains a curious\\ncollection of old works of this kind, which bear evident\\nmarks of having been much read. In his great love for\\nall that is antiquated, he cherishes popular superstitions,\\nand listens, with very grave attention, to every tale, how-\\never strange so that, through his countenance, the house-\\nhold, and indeed the whole neighborhood, is well stocked\\nwith wonderful stories and if ever a doubt is expressed\\nof any one of them, the narrator will generally observe,\\nthat the Squire thinks there s something in it.\\nThe Hall of course comes in for its share, the common\\npeople having, always a propensity to furnish a great su-\\n408", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0438.jp2"}, "429": {"fulltext": "POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS. 409\\nperannuated building of tlie kind witli supernatural in-\\nhabitants. The gloomy galleries of sucli old family man-\\nsions; the stately chambers, adorned with grotesque\\ncarvings and faded paintings; the sounds that vaguely\\necho about them; the moaning of the wind; the cries\\nof rooks and ravens from the trees and chimney-tops;\\nall produce a state of mind favorable to superstitious\\nfancies.\\nIn one chamber of the Hall, just opposite a door which\\nopens upon a dusky passage, there is a full-length por-\\ntrait of a warrior in armor. When, on suddenly turning\\ninto the passage, I have caught a sight of the portrait,\\nthrown into strong relief by the dark panelling against\\nwhich it hangs, I have more than once been startled, as\\nthough it were a figure advancing towards me.\\nTo superstitious minds, therefore, predisposed by the\\nstrange and melancholy stories connected with family\\npaintings, it needs but little stretch of fancy, on a moon-\\nlight night, or by the flickering light of a candle, to set\\nthe old pictures on the walls in motion, sweeping in their\\nrobes and trains about the galleries.\\nThe Squire confesses that he used to take a pleasure\\nin his younger days in setting marvellous stories afloat,\\nand connecting them with the lonely and peculiar places\\nof the neighborhood. Whenever he read any legend of\\na striking nature, he endeavored to transplant it, and\\ngive it a local habitation among the scenes of his boy-\\nhood. Many of these stories took root, and he says", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0439.jp2"}, "430": {"fulltext": "410 BBAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nlie is often amused with tlie odd shapes in which, they\\ncome back to him in some old woman s narrative, after\\nthey have been circulating for years among the peas-\\nantry, and undergoing rustic additions and amendments.\\nAmong these may doubtless be numbered that of the\\ncrusader s ghost, which I have mentioned in the account\\nof my Christmas visit and another about the hard-riding\\nsquire of yore, the family Mmrod, who is sometimes\\nheard on stormy winter nights, galloping, with hound and\\nhorn, over a wild moor a few miles distant from the Hall.\\nThis I apprehend to have had its origin in the famous\\nstory of the wild huntsman, the favorite goblin in Ger-\\nman tales though, by the by, as I was talking on the\\nsubject with Master Simon, the other evening in the dark\\navenue, he hinted that he had himself once or twice\\nheard odd sounds at night, very like a pack of hounds in\\ncry and that once, as he was returning rather late from\\na hunting-dinner, he had seen a strange figure galloping\\nalong this same moor but as he was riding rather fast\\nat the time, and in a hurry to get home, he did not stop\\nto ascertain what it was.\\nPopular superstitions are fast fading away in England,\\nowing to the general diffusion of knowledge, and the\\nbustling intercourse kept up throughout the country\\nstill they have their strongholds and lingering places,\\nand a retired neighborhood like this is apt to be one of\\nthem. The parson tells me that he meets with many\\ntraditional beliefs and notions among the common peo-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0440.jp2"}, "431": {"fulltext": "POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS. 411\\npie, whicli lie has been able to draw from tbem in tlie\\ncourse of familiar conversation, though, they are rather\\nshy of avowing them to strangers, and particularly to the\\ngentry who are apt to laugh at them. He says there are\\nseveral of his old parishioners who remember when the\\nvillage had its bar-guest, or bar-ghost a spirit supposed\\nto belong to a town or village, and to predict any impend-\\ning misfortune by midnight shrieks and wailings. The\\nlast time it was heard was just before the death of Mr.\\nBracebridge s father, who was much beloved throughout\\nthe neighborhood; though there are not wanting some\\nobstinate unbelievers, who insisted that it was nothing\\nbut the howling of a watch-dog. I have been greatly\\ndelighted, however, at meeting with some traces of my\\nold favorite, Eobin Goodfellow, though under a dilfferent\\nappellation from any of those by which I have heretofore\\nheard him called. The parson assures me that many of\\nthe peasantry believe in household goblins, called Dob-\\nbies, which live about particular farms and houses, in\\nthe same way that Kobin Goodfellow did of old. Some-\\ntimes they haunt the barns and out-houses, and now and\\nthen will assist the farmer wonderfully, by getting in all\\nhis hay or corn in a single night. In general, however,\\nthey prefer to live within doors, and are fond of keeping\\nabout the great hearths, and basking at night, after the\\nfamily have gone to bad, by the glowing embers. When\\nput in particular good humor by the warmth of their\\nlodgings, and the tidiness of the housemaids, they will", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0441.jp2"}, "432": {"fulltext": "412 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\novercome their natural laziness, and do a vast deal of\\nhousehold work before morning; churning the cream,\\nbrewing the beer, or spinning all the good dame s flax.\\nAll this is precisely the conduct of Bobin Goodfellow,\\ndescribed so charmingly by Milton\\nTells how the drudging goblin sweat\\nTo earn his cream-bowl duly set,\\nWhen in one night, ere glimpse of morn.\\nHis shadowy flail had threshed the corn\\nThat ten day laborers could not end\\nThen lays him down the lubber-fiend,\\nAnd stretch d out all the chimney s length.\\nBasks at the fire his hairy strength,\\nAnd crop-full, out of door he flings\\nEre the first cock his matin rings.\\nBut beside these household Dobbies, there are others\\nof a more gloomy and unsocial nature, which keep about\\nlonely barns, at a distance from any dwelling-house, or\\nabout ruins and old bridges. These are full of mischiev-\\nous, and often malignant tricks, and are fond of playing\\npranks upon benighted travellers. There is a story,\\namong the old people, of one which haunted a ruined mill,\\njust by a bridge that crosses a small stream how that\\nlate one night, as a traveller was passing on horseback,\\nthe goblin jumped up behind him, and grasped him so\\nclose round the body that he had no power to help him-\\nself, but expected to be squeezed to death luckily his\\nheels were loose, with which he plied the sides of his", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0442.jp2"}, "433": {"fulltext": "ch^.uA^A, iir^A^i)\\nl^opidu", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0445.jp2"}, "434": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0446.jp2"}, "435": {"fulltext": "POPULAR 8UPEBSTITI0N8. 413\\nsteed, and was carried, witli the wonderful instinct of a\\ntraveller s horse, straight to the village inn. Had the inn\\nbeen at any greater distance, there is no doubt but he\\nwould have been strangled to death as it was, the good\\npeople were a long time in bringing him to his senses,\\nand it was remarked that the first sign he showed of\\nreturning consciousness was to call for a bottom of\\nbrandy.\\nThese mischievous Dobbies bear much resemblance in\\nthei:^ natures and habits to the sprites which Heywood,\\nin his Hierarchic, calls pugs or hobgoblins\\nTheir dwellings be\\nIn comers of old houses least frequented,\\nOr beneath stacks of wood, and these convented,\\nMake fearful noise in butteries and in dairies\\nEobin Goodfellow some, some call them fairies,\\nIn solitarie rooms these uprores keep,\\nAnd beate at doores to wake men from their slepe,\\nSeeming to force lockes, be they nere so strong.\\nAnd keeping Christmasse gambols all night long.\\nPots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pannes, and kettles\\nThey wiU make dance about the shelves and settles,\\nAs if about the kitchen tost and cast,\\nYet in the morning nothing found misplac t.\\nOthers such houses to their use have fitted\\nIn which base murthers have been once committed.\\nSome have their fearful habitations taken\\nIn desolate houses, ruin d and forsaken.\\nIn the account of our unfortunate hawking expedition,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0447.jp2"}, "436": {"fulltext": "414: BBACEBBIDGE RALL.\\nI mentioned an instance of one of tliese sprites supposed\\nto haunt the ruined grange that stands in a lonely\\nmeadow, and has a remarkable echo. The parson in-\\nforms me, also, of a belief once very prevalent, that a\\nhousehold Dobbie kept about the old farmhouse of the\\nTibbetses. It has long been traditional, he says, that\\none of these good-natured goblins is attached to the Tib-\\nbets family, and came with them when they moved into\\nthis part of the country for it is one of the peculiarities\\nof these household sprites that they attach themselves to\\nthe fortunes of certain families, and follow them in all\\ntheir removals.\\nThere is a large old-fashioned fireplace in the farm-\\nhouse, which affords fine quarters for a chimney-corner\\nsprite that likes to lie warm, especially as Eeady-Money\\nJack keeps up rousing fires in the winter time. The old\\npeople of the village recollect many stories about this\\ngoblin, current in their young days. It was thought to\\nhave brought good luck to the house, and to be the\\nreason why the Tibbetses were always beforehand in the\\nworld and why their farm was always in better order,\\ntheir hay got in sooner, and their corn better stacked,\\nthan that of their neighbors. The present Mrs. Tibbets,\\nat the time of her courtship, had a number of these sto-\\nries told her by the country gossips and when married,\\nwas a little fearful about living in a house where such a\\nhobgoblin was said to haunt. Jack, however, who has\\nalways treated this story with great contempt, assured", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0448.jp2"}, "437": {"fulltext": "POPULAR 8UPEB8TITI0N8. 415\\nher that tliere was no spirit kept about his house that he\\ncould not at any time lay in the Eed Sea with one flour-\\nish of his cudgel. Still his wife has never got completely\\nover her notions on the subject but has a horse-shoe\\nnailed on the threshold, and keeps a branch of rauntry,\\nor mountain-ash, with its red berries, suspended from\\none of the great beams in the parlor, a sure protection\\nfrom all evil spirits.\\nThese stories, as I before observed, are fast fading\\naway, and in, another generation or two will probably be\\ncompletely forgotten. There is something, however,\\nabout these rural superstitions extremely pleasing to the\\nimagination particularly those which relate to the good-\\nhumored race of household demons, and indeed to the\\nwhole fairy mythology. The English have given an in-\\nexpressible charm to these superstitions, by the manner\\nin which they have associated them with whatever is\\nmost homefelt and delightful in nature. I do not know a\\nmore fascinating race of beings than these little fabled\\npeople who haunted the southern sides of hills and\\nmountains lurked in flowers and about fountain-heads\\nglided through keyholes into ancient halls watched over\\nfarmhouses and dairies danced on the green by summer\\nmoonlight, and on the kitchen hearth in winter. They\\naccord with the nature of English housekeeping and\\nEnglish scenery. I always have them in mind when I\\nsee a fine old English mansion, with its wide hall and\\nspacious kitchen; or a venerable farmhouse, in which", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0449.jp2"}, "438": {"fulltext": "416 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\ntliere is so mucli fireside comfort and good housewifery.\\nThere was something of national character in their Ioyb\\nof order and cleanliness in the vigilance with which\\nthey watched over the economy of the kitchen, and the\\nfunctions of the servants munificently rewarding, with\\nsilver sixpence in shoe, the tidy housemaid, but venting\\ntheir direful wrath, in midnight bobs and pinches, upon\\nthe sluttish dairymaid. I think I can trace the good ef-\\nfects of this ancient fairy sway over household concerns\\nin the care that prevails to the present day among Eng-\\nlish housemaids to put their kitchens in order before\\nthey go to bed.\\nI have said that these fairy superstitions accord with\\nthe nature of English scenery. They suit these small\\nlandscapes, which are divided by honeysuckle hedges\\ninto sheltered fields and meadows where the grass is\\nmingled with daisies, buttercups, and hare-bells. When\\nI first found myself among English scenery, I was contin-\\nually reminded of the sweet pastoral images which dis-\\ntinguish their fairy mythology; and when for the first\\ntime a circle in the grass was pointed out to me as one\\nof the rings where they were formerly supposed to have\\nheld their moonlight revels, it seemed for a moment as if\\nfairy-land were no longer a fable. Brown, in his Bri-\\ntannia s Pastorals, gives a picture of the kind of scenery\\nto which I allude\\nA pleasant mead\\nWhere fairies often did their measures tread", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0450.jp2"}, "439": {"fulltext": "POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS. 417\\nWhich in the meadows make such circles green\\nAs if with garlands it had crowned been.\\nWithin one of these rounds was to be seen\\nA hillock rise, where oft the fairy queen\\nAt twilight sat.\\nAnd there is another picture of the same, in a poem as-\\ncribed to Ben Jonson\\nBy wells and rUls in meadows green,\\nWe nightly dance our hey-dey guise,\\nAnd to our fairy king and queen\\nWe chant our moonlight minstrelsies.\\nIndeed, it seems to me, that the older British poets,\\nwith that true feeling for nature which distinguishes\\nthem, have closely adhered to the simple and familiar\\nimagery which they found in these popular superstitions\\nand have thus given to their fairy mythology those con-\\ntinual allusions to the farmhouse and the dairy, the green\\nmeadow and the fountain-head, which fill our minds with\\nthe delightful associations of rural life. It is curious to\\nobserve how the most beautiful fictions have their origin\\namong the rude and ignorant. There is an indescribable\\ncharm about the illusions with which chimerical igno-\\nrance once clothed every subject. These twilight views\\nof nature are often more captivating than any which are\\nrevealed by the rays of enlightened philosophy. The\\nmost accomplished and poetical minds, therefore, have\\nbeen fain to search back into the accidental conceptions\\nof what are termed barbarous ages, and to draw from\\n27", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0451.jp2"}, "440": {"fulltext": "418 BRAGEBBIDOE HALL.\\nthem their finest imagery and machinery. If we look\\nthrough our most admired poets, we shall find that their\\nminds have been impregnated by these popular fancies,\\nand that those have succeeded best who have adhered\\nclosest to the simplicity of their rustic originals. Such\\nis the case with Shakespeare in his Midsummer-Night s\\nDream, which so minutely describes the employments\\nand amusements of fairies, and embodies all the notions\\nconcerning them which were current among the vulgar.\\nIt is thus that poetry in England has echoed back every\\nrustic note, softened into perfect melody it is this that\\nhas spread its charms over every-day life, displacing\\nnothing taking things as it found them but tinting\\nthem up with its own magical hues, until every green\\nhill and fountain-head, every fresh meadow, nay, every\\nhumble flower, is full of song and story.\\nI am dwelling too long, perhaps, upon a threadbare\\nsubject; yet it brings up with it a thousand delicious\\nrecollections of those happy days of childhood, when the\\nimperfect knowledge I have since obtained had not yet\\ndawned upon my mind, and when a fairy tale was true\\nhistory to me. I have often been so transported by\\nthe pleasure of these recollections, as almost to wish\\nI had been born in the days when the fictions of poetry\\nwere believed. Even now I cannot look upon those fan-\\nciful creations of ignorance and credulity, without a lurk-\\ning regret that they have all passed away. The experi-\\nence of my early days tells me, they were sources of ex-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0452.jp2"}, "441": {"fulltext": "POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS. 419\\nquisite delight; and I sometimes question whether the\\nnaturalist who can dissect the flowers of the field re-\\nceives half the pleasure from contemplating them that he\\ndid who considered them the abode of elves and fairies.\\nI feel convinced that the true interests and solid happi-\\nness of man are promoted by the advancement of truth\\nyet I cannot but mourn over the pleasant errors which it\\nhas trampled down in its progress. The fauns and\\nsylphs, the household sprites, the moonlight revel, Obe-\\nron, Queen Mab, and the delicious realms of fairy-land,\\nall vanish before the light of true philosophy but who\\ndoes not sometimes turn with distaste from the cold re-\\nalities of morning, and seek to recall the sweet visions of\\nthe night?", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0453.jp2"}, "442": {"fulltext": "THE CULPEIT.\\nFrom fire, from water, and all things amiss,\\nDeliver the house of an honest justice.\\nThe Wido-w.\\nHE serenity of the Hall has been suddenly in-\\nterrupted by a very important occurrence. In\\nthe course of this morning a posse of villagers\\nwere seen trooping up the avenue, with boys shouting in\\nadvance. As it drew near, we perceived Ready-Money\\nJack Tibbets striding along, wielding his cudgel in one\\nhand, and with the other grasping the collar of a tall fel-\\nlow, whom, on still nearer approach, we recognized for\\nthe redoubtable gypsy hero, Starlight Tom. He was\\nnow, however, completely cowed and crestfallen, and his\\ncourage seemed to have quailed in the iron gripe of the\\nlion-hearted Jack.\\nThe whole gang of gypsy women and children came\\ndraggling in the rear some in tears, others making a\\nviolent clamor about the ears of old Beady-Money, who,\\nhowever, trudged on in silence with his prey, heeding\\ntheir abuse as little as a hawk that has pounced upon a\\nbarn-door hero regards the outcries and cacklings of his\\nwhole feathered seraglio.\\n420", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0454.jp2"}, "443": {"fulltext": "THE CULPRIT. 421\\nHe liad passed through the village on his way to the\\nHall, and of course had made a great sensation in that\\nmost excitable place, where every event is a matter of\\ngaze and gossip. The report flew like wildfire, that Star-\\nlight Tom was in custody. The ale-drinkers forthwith\\nabandoned the tap-room Slingsby s school broke loose,\\nand master and boys swelled the tide that came rolling\\nat the heels of old Ready-Money and his captive.\\nThe uproar increased as they approached the Hall it\\naroused the whole garrison of dogs, and the crew of\\nhangers-on. The great mastiff barked from the dog-\\nhouse the staghound and the greyhound, and the\\nspaniel, issued barking from the hall-door, and my Lady\\nLillycraft s little dogs ramped and barked from the par-\\nlor-window. I remarked, however, that the gypsy dogs\\nmade no reply to all these menaces and insults, but crept\\nclose to the gang, looking round with a guilty, poaching\\nair, and now and then glancing up a dubious eye to their\\nowners which shows that the moral dignity, even of\\ndogs, may be ruined by bad company\\nWhen the throng reached the front of the house they\\nwere brought to a halt by a kind of advanced guard, com-\\nposed of old Christy, the gamekeeper, and two or three\\nservants of the house, who had been brought out by the\\nnoise. The common herd of the village fell back with re-\\nspect; the boys were driven back by Christy and his\\ncompeers; while Eeady-Money Jack maintained his\\nground and his hold of the prisoner, and was surrounded", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0455.jp2"}, "444": {"fulltext": "422 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nby the tailor, tlie schoolmaster, and several other digni-\\ntaries of the village, and by the clamorous brood of gyp-\\nsies, who were neither to be silenced nor intimidated.\\nBy this time the whole household were brought to the\\ndoors and windows, and the Squire to the portal. An\\naudience was demanded by Eeady-Money Jack, who had\\ndetected the prisoner in the very act of sheep-stealing on\\nhis domains, and had borne him off to be examined be-\\nfore the Squire, who was in the commission of the peace.\\nA kind of tribunal was immediately held in the ser-\\nvants hall, a large chamber, with a stone floor, and a long\\ntable in the centre, at one end of which, just under an\\nenormous clock was placed the Squire s chair of justice,\\nwhile Master Simon took his place at the table as clerk\\nof the court. An attempt had been made by old Christy\\nto keep out the gypsy gang, but in vain, and they, with\\nthe village worthies, and the household, half filled the\\nhall. The old housekeeper and the butler were in a\\npanic at this dangerous irruption. They hurried away\\nall the valuable things and portable articles that were at\\nhand, and even kept a dragon watch on the gypsies,\\nlest they should carry off the house-clock, or the deal\\ntable.\\nOld Christy, and his faithful coadjutor the gamekeeper,\\nacted as constables to guard the prisoner, triumphing in\\nhaving at last got this terrible offender in their clutches.\\nIndeed, I am inclined to think the old man bore some\\npeevish recollection of having been handled rather", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0456.jp2"}, "445": {"fulltext": "THE CULPRIT. 423\\nroughly by the gypsy in the chance-medley affair of May-\\nday.\\nSilence was now commanded by Master Simon, but it\\nwas dijBficult to be enforced in such a motley assemblage.\\nThere was a continual snarling and yelping of dogs, and,\\nas fast as it was quelled in one corner, it broke out in\\nanother. The poor gypsy curs, who, like errant thieves,\\ncould not hold up their heads in an honest house, were\\nworried and insulted by the gentlemen dogs of the estab-\\nlishment, without offering to make resistance the very\\ncurs of my Lady Lillycraft bullied them with impunity.\\nThe examination was conducted with great mildness\\nand indulgence by the Squire, partly from the kindness\\nof his nature, and partly, I suspect, because his heart\\nyearned towards the culprit, who had found great favor\\nin his eyes, as I have already observed, from the skill he\\nhad at various times displayed in archery, morris-danc-\\ning, and other obsolete accomplishments. Proofs, how-\\never, were too strong. Ready-Money Jack told his story\\nin a straightforward independent way, nothing daunted\\nby the presence in which he found himself. He had suf-\\nfered from various depredations on his sheepfold and\\npoultry-yard, and had at length kept watch, and caught\\nthe delinquent in the very act of making off with a sheep\\non his shoulders.\\nTibbets was repeatedly interrupted, in the course of\\nhis testimony, by the culprit s mother, a furious old bel-\\ndame, with an insufferable tongue, and who, in fact, was", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0457.jp2"}, "446": {"fulltext": "424 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nseveral times kept, with some difficulty, from flying at\\nhim tooth and nail. The wife, too, of the prisoner, whom\\nI am told he does not beat above half a dozen times a\\nweek, completely interested Lady Lillycraft in her hus-\\nband s behalf, by her tears and supplications and sev-\\neral of the other gypsy women were awakening strong\\nsympathy among the young girls and maid-servants in\\nthe background. The pretty black-eyed gypsy girl, whom\\nI have mentioned on a former occasion as the sibyl that\\nread the fortunes of the general, endeavored to wheedle\\nthat doughty warrior into their interests, and even made\\nsome approaches to her old acquaintance. Master Simon\\nbut was repelled by the latter with all the dignity of\\noffice, having assumed a look of gravity and impor-\\ntance suitable to the occasion.\\nI was a little surprised, at first, to find honest Slingsby,\\nthe schoolmaster, rather opposed to his old crony Tib-\\nbets, and coming forward as a kind of advocate for the\\naccused. It seems that he had taken compassion on the\\nforlorn fortunes of Starlight Tom, and had been trying\\nhis eloquence in his favor the whole way from the vil-\\nlage, but without effect. During the examination of\\nEeady-Money Jack, Slingsby had stood like dejected\\npity at his side, seeking every now and then, by a soft\\nword, to soothe any exacerbation of his ire, or to qualify\\nany harsh expression. He now ventured to make a few\\nobservations to the Squire in palliation of the delin-\\nquent s offence but poor Slingsby spoke more from the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0458.jp2"}, "447": {"fulltext": "THE CULPRIT. 425\\nheart than the head, and was evidently actuated merely\\nby a general sympathy for every poor devil in trouble,\\nand a liberal toleration for all kinds of vagabond existence.\\nThe ladies, too, large and small, with the kind-hearted-\\nness of the sex, were zealous on the side of mercy, and\\ninterceded strenuously with the Squire; insomuch that\\nthe prisoner, finding himself unexpectedly surrounded by\\nactive friends, once more reared his crest, and seemed\\ndisposed for a time to put on the air of injured inno-\\ncence. The Squire, however, with all his benevolence of\\nheart, and his lurking weakness towards the prisoner,\\nwas too conscientious to swerve from the strict path of\\njustice. Abundant concurring testimony made the proof\\nof guilt incontrovertible, and Starlight Tom s mittimus\\nwas made out accordingly.\\nThe sympathy of the ladies was now greater than\\never they even made some attempts to mollify the ire of\\nBeady-Money Jack but that sturdy potentate had been\\ntoo much incensed by the repeated incursions into his\\nterritories by the predatory band of Starlight Tom, and\\nhe was resolved, he said, to drive the varment reptiles\\nout of the neighborhood. To avoid all further importu-\\nnities, as soon as the mittimus was made out, he girded\\nup his loins, and strode back to his seat of empire, ac-\\ncompanied by his interceding friend, Slingsby, and fol-\\nlowed by a detachment of the gypsy gang, who hung on\\nhis rear, assailing him with mingled prayers and exe-\\ncrations.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0459.jp2"}, "448": {"fulltext": "426 BBAGEBBIBGE HALL.\\nTlie question now was, liow to dispose of tlie prisoner\\na matter of great moment in this peaceful establishment,\\nwhere so formidable a character as Starlight Tom was\\nlike a hawk entrapped in a dove-cote. As the hubbub\\nand examination had occupied a considerable time, it\\nwas too late in the day to send him to the county prison,\\nand that of the village was sadly out of repair, from long\\nwant of occupation. Old Christy, who took great inter-\\nest in the affair, proposed that the culprit should be\\ncommitted for the night to an upper loft of a kind of\\ntower in one of the out-houses, where he and the game-\\nkeeper would mount guard. After much deliberation,\\nthis measure was adopted; the premises in question\\nwere examined and made secure, and Christy and his\\ntrusty ally, the one armed with a fowling-piece, the other\\nwith an ancient blunderbuss, turned out as sentries to\\nkeep watch over this donjon-keep.\\nSuch is the momentous affair that has just taken place,\\nand it is an event of too great moment in this quiet little\\nworld not to turn it completely topsy-turvy. Labor is at\\na stand. The house has been a scene of confusion the\\nwhole evening. It has been beleaguered by gypsy\\nwomen, with their children on their backs, wailing and\\nlamenting while the old virago of a mother has cruised\\nup and down the lawn in front, shaking her head and\\nmuttering to herself, or now and then breaking into a\\nparoxysm of rage, brandishing her fist at the Hall, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0460.jp2"}, "449": {"fulltext": "THE CTTLPBIT. 427\\ndenouncing ill luck upon Ready-Money Jack, and even\\nupon the Squire liimself.\\nLady Lillycraft has given repeated audiences to the\\nculprit s weeping wife, at the Hall-door and the servant-\\nmaids have stolen out to confer with the gypsy women\\nunder the trees. As to the little ladies of the family,\\nthey are all outrageous at Eeady-Money Jack, whom\\nthey look upon in the light of a tyrannical giant of fairy\\ntale. Phoebe Wilkins, contrary to her usual nature, is\\nthe only one pitiless in the affair. She thinks Mr. Tib-\\nbets quite in the right and thinks the gypsies deserve\\nto be punished severely for meddling with the sheep of\\nthe Tibbetses.\\nIn the meantime the females of the family evinced all\\nthe provident kindness of the sex, ever ready to soothe\\nand succor the distressed, right or wrong. Lady Lilly-\\ncraft has had a mattress taken to the out-house, and\\ncomforts and delicacies of all kinds have been taken to\\nthe prisoner even the little girls have sent their cakes\\nand sweetmeats so that, I ll warrant, the vagabond has\\nnever fared so well in his life before. Old Christy, it is\\ntrue, looks upon everything with a wary eye; struts\\nabout with his blunderbuss with the air of a veteran\\ncampaigner, and will hardly allow himself to be spoken\\nto. The gypsy women dare not come within gunshot,\\nand every tatterdemalion of a boy has been frightened\\nfrom the park. The old fellow is determined to lodge\\nStarlight Tom in prison with his own hands and hopes,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0461.jp2"}, "450": {"fulltext": "428 BBACEBRIDGE HALL,\\nhe says, to see one of the poaching crew made an exam-\\nple of.\\nI doubt, after all, whether the worthy Squire is not the\\ngreatest sufferer in the whole affair. His honorable\\nsense of duty obliges him to be rigid, but the overflowing\\nkindness of his nature makes this a grievous trial to him.\\nHe is not accustomed to have such demands upon his\\njustice in his truly patriarchal domain; and it wounds\\nhis benevolent spirit, that, while prosperity and happi-\\nness are flowing in thus bounteously upon him, he\\nshould have to inflict misery upon a fellow-being.\\nHe has been troubled and cast down the whole even-\\ning took leave of the family, on going to bed, with a\\nsigh, instead of his usual hearty and affectionate tone\\nand will, in all probability, have a far more sleepless\\nnight than his prisoner. Indeed, this unlucky affair has\\ncast a damp upon the whole household, as there appears\\nto be a universal opinion that the unlucky culprit will\\ncome to the gallows.\\nMorning. The clouds of last evening are all blown\\nover. A load has been taken from the Squire s heart,\\nand every face is once more in smiles. The gamekeeper\\nmade his appearance at an early hour, completely shame-\\nfaced and crestfallen. Starlight Tom had made his\\nescape in the night how he had got out of the loft, no\\none could tell the Devil, they think, must have assisted\\nhim. Old Christy was so mortified that he would not\\nshow his face, but had shut himself up in his strong-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0462.jp2"}, "451": {"fulltext": "TEE CULPRIT. 429\\nhold at the dog-kennel, and would not be spoken with.\\nWhat has particularly relieved the Squire is, that\\nthere is very little likelihood of the culprit s being re-\\ntaken, having gone off on one of the old gentleman s best\\nhunters.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0463.jp2"}, "452": {"fulltext": "FAMILY MISFOETUNES.\\nThe niglit has been unruly where we lay,\\nThe chimneys were blown down.\\nMacbeth.\\nE have for a day or two past liad a flaw of un-\\nruly weather, which has intruded itself into\\nthis fair and flowery month, and for a time\\nquite marred the beauty of the landscape. Last night\\nthe storm attained its crisis; the rain beat in torrents\\nagainst the casements, and the wind piped and blustered\\nabout the old Hall with quite a wintry vehemence. The\\nmorning, however, dawned clear and serene the face of\\nthe heavens seemed as if newly washed, and the sun\\nshone with a brightness undimmed by a single vapor.\\nNothing overhead gave traces of the recent storm but on\\nlooking from my window I beheld sad ravage among the\\nshrubs and flowers the garden-walks had formed the\\nchannels for little torrents trees were lopped of their\\nbranches, and a small silver stream which wound through\\nthe park, and ran at the bottom of the lawn, had swelled\\ninto a turbid, yellow sheet of water.\\nIn an establishment like this, where the mansion is\\n430", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0464.jp2"}, "453": {"fulltext": "FAMILY MISFORTUNES. 43I\\nvast, ancient, and somewhat afflicted witli the infirmities\\nof age, and where there are numerous and extensive de-\\npendencies, a storm is an event of a very grave nature,\\nand brings in its train a multiplicity of cares and dis-\\nasters.\\nWhile the Squire was taking his breakfast in the great\\nhall, he was continually interrupted by bearers of ill tid-\\nings from some part or other of his domains he ap-\\npeared to me like the commander of a besieged city, after\\nsome grand assault, receiving at his headquarters reports\\nof damages sustained in the various quarters of the\\nplace. At one time the housekeeper brought him intelli-\\ngence of a chimney blown down, and a desperate leak\\nsprung in the roof over the picture-gallery, which threat-\\nened to obliterate a whole generation of his ancestors.\\nThen the steward came in with a doleful story of the mis-\\nchief done in the woodlands while the gamekeeper be-\\nmoaned the loss of one of his finest bucks, whose bloated\\ncarcass was seen floating along the swollen current of the\\nriver.\\nWhen the Squire issued forth, he was accosted, before\\nthe door, by the old, paralytic gardener, with a face full\\nof trouble, reporting, as I supposed, the devastation of\\nhis flower-beds, and the destruction of his wall-fruit. I\\nremarked, however, that his intelligence caused a pecu-\\nliar expression of concern not only with the Squire and\\nMaster Simon, but with the fair Julia and Lady Lilly-\\ncraft, who happened to be present. From a few words", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0465.jp2"}, "454": {"fulltext": "432 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwhich, reached my ear, I found there was some tale of\\ndomestic calamity in the case, and that some unfortunate\\nfamily had been rendered houseless by the storm. Many\\nejaculations of pity broke from the ladies I heard the\\nexpressions of poor helpless beings, and unfortunate\\nlittle creatures, several times repeated to which the old\\ngardener replied by very melancholy shakes of the head.\\nI felt so interested, that I could not help calling to the\\ngardener, as he was retiring, and asking what unfortunate\\nfamily it was that had suffered so severely. The old man\\ntouched his hat, and gazed at me for an instant, as if\\nhardly comprehending my question. Family replied\\nhe, there be no family in the case, your honor but here\\nhave been sad mischief done in the rookery\\nI had noticed the day before that the high and gusty\\nwinds had occasioned great disquiet among these airy\\nhouseholders their nests being all filled with young,\\nwho were in danger of being tilted out of their tree-\\nrocked cradles. Indeed, the old birds themselves seemed\\nto have hard work to maintain a foothold some kept\\nhovering and cawing in the air or if they ventured to\\nalight, had to hold fast, flap their wings, and spread their\\ntails, and thus remain see-sawing on the topmost twigs.\\nIn the course of the night, however, an awful calamity\\nhad taken place in this most sage and politic community.\\nThere was a great tree, the tallest in the grove, which\\nseemed to have been the kind of court-end of the metrop-\\nolis, and crowded with the residences of those whom", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0466.jp2"}, "455": {"fulltext": "FAMILY MISFORTUNES. 433\\nMaster Simon considers the nobility and gentry. A de-\\ncayed limb of this tree had given way with the violence\\nof the storm, and came down with all its air-castles.\\nOne should be well aware of the humors of the good\\nSquire and his household, to understand the general con-\\ncern expressed at this disaster. It was quite a public\\ncalamity in this rural empire, and all seemed to feel for\\nthe poor rooks as for fellow-citizens in distress.\\nThe ground had been strewed with the callow young,\\nwhich were now cherished in the aprons and bosoms of\\nthe maid-servants and the little ladies of the family. I\\nwas pleased with this touch of nature, this feminine sym-\\npathy in the sufferings of the offspring, and the maternal\\nanxiety of the parent birds.\\nIt was interesting, too, to witness the general agitation\\nand distress prevalent throughout the feathered commu-\\nnity the common cause that was made of it and the\\nincessant hovering, and fluttering, and lamenting, in the\\nwhole rookery. There is a chord of sympathy that runs\\nthrough the whole feathered race as to any misfortunes\\nof the young and the cries of a wounded bird in the\\nbreeding season will throw a whole grove in a flutter and\\nan alarm. Indeed, why should I confine it to the feath-\\nered tribe Nature has implanted an exquisite sympathy\\non this subject, which extends through all her works. It\\nis an invariable attribute of the female heart to melt at\\nthe cry of early helplessness, and to take an instinctive\\ninterest in the distresses of the parent and its young. On\\n28", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0467.jp2"}, "456": {"fulltext": "434: BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nthe present occasion the ladies of the family were full of\\npity and commiseration and I shall never forget the look\\nthat Lady Lillycraft gave the general, on his observing\\nthat the young birds would make an excellent curry, or\\nan especial good rook-pie.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0468.jp2"}, "457": {"fulltext": "LOVEKS TEOUBLES.\\nThe poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree,\\nSing all a green willow\\nHer hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,\\nSing willow, willow, willow\\nSing all a green willow must be my garland.\\nOld Song.\\nHE fair Julia having nearly recovered from the\\neffects of her hawking disaster, it begins to be\\nthought high time to appoint a day for the\\nwedding. As every domestic event in a venerable and\\naristocratic family connection like this is a matter of mo-\\nment, the fixing upon this important day has, of course,\\ngiven rise to much conference and debate.\\nSome slight difficulties and demurs have lately sprung\\nup, originating in the peculiar humors prevalent at the\\nHall. Thus, I have overheard a very solemn consulta-\\ntion between Lady Lillycraft, the parson, and Master Si-\\nmon, as to whether the marriage ought not to be post-\\nponed until the coming month.\\nWith all the charms of the flowery month of May, there\\nis, I find, an ancient prejudice against it as a marrying\\nmonth. An old proverb says, To wed in May is to wed\\n435", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0469.jp2"}, "458": {"fulltext": "436 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\npoverty. Now, as Lady Lillycraft is very mucli given to\\nbelieve in lucky and unlucky times and seasons, and in-\\ndeed is very superstitious on all points relating to tlie\\ntender passion, this old proverb bas taken great hold\\nupon ber mind. Sbe recollects two or tbree instances in\\nber own knowledge of matches that took place in this\\nmonth, and proved very unfortunate. Indeed, an own\\ncousin of hers, who married on a May-day, lost her hus-\\nband by a fall from his horse, after they had lived hap-\\npily together for twenty years.\\nThe parson appeared to give great weight to her lady-\\nship s objections, and acknowledged the existence of a\\nprejudice of the kind, not merely confined to modern\\ntimes, but prevalent likewise among the ancients. In\\nconfirmation of this he quoted a passage from Ovid,\\nwhich had a great effect on Lady Lillycraft, being given\\nin a language which she did not understand. Even Mas-\\nter Simon was staggered by it; for he listened with a\\npuzzled air and then, shaking his head, sagaciously ob-\\nserved, that Ovid was certainly a very wise man.\\nFrom this sage conference I likewise gathered several\\nother important pieces of information relative to wed-\\ndings such as that, if two were celebrated in the same\\nchurch, on the same day, the first would be happy, the\\nsecond unfortunate. If, on going to church, the bridal\\nparty should meet the funeral of a female, it was an omen\\nthat the bride would die first; if of a male, the bride-\\ngroom. If, the newly married couple were to dance to-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0470.jp2"}, "459": {"fulltext": "LO VEB8 TRO UBLE8. 437\\ngether on their wedding-day, the wife would thencefortli\\nrule the roast with many other curious and unquestion-\\nable facts of the same nature all which made me ponder\\nmore than ever upon the perils which surround this\\nhappy state, and the thoughtless ignorance of mortals as\\nto the awful risk they run in venturing upon it. I ab-\\nstain, however, from enlarging upon this topic, having no\\ninclination to promote the increase of bachelors.\\nNotwithstanding the due weight which the Squire\\ngives to traditional saws and ancient opinions, I am\\nhappy to find that he makes a firm stand for the credit of\\nthis loving month, and brings to his aid a whole legion\\nof poetical authorities all which, I presume, have been\\nconclusive with the young couple, as I understand they\\nare perfectly willing to marry in May, and abide the con-\\nsequences. In a few days, therefore, the wedding is to\\ntake place, and the Hall is in a buzz of anticipation. The\\nhousekeeper is bustling about from morning till night,\\nwith a look full of business and importance, having a\\nthousand arrangements to make, the Squire intending to\\nkeep open house on the occasion and as to the house-\\nmaids, you cannot look one of them in the face, but the\\nrogue begins to color up and simper.\\nWhile, however, this leading love-affair is going on\\nwith a tranquillity quite inconsistent with the rules of ro-\\nmance, I cannot say that the underplots are equally pro-\\npitious. The opening bud of love between the general\\nand Lady Lillycraft seems to have experienced some", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0471.jp2"}, "460": {"fulltext": "438 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nblight in the course of this genial season. I do not think\\nthe general has ever been able to retrieve the ground he\\nlost when he fell asleep during the captain s story. In-\\ndeed, Master Simon thinks his case is completely des-\\nperate, her ladyship having determined that he is quite\\ndestitute of sentiment.\\nThe season has been equally unpropitious to the love-\\nlorn Phoebe Wilkins. I fear the reader will be impatient\\nat having this humble amour so often alluded to but I\\nconfess I am apt to take a great interest in the love-\\ntroubles of simple girls of this class. Few people have\\nan idea of the world of care and perplexity these poor\\ndamsels have in managing the affairs of the heart.\\nWe talk and write about the tender passion we give\\nit all the colorings of sentiment and romance, and lay the\\nscene of its influence in high life but, after all, I doubt\\nwhether its sway is not more absolute among females of\\nan humbler sphere. How often, could we but look into\\nthe heart, should we find the sentiment throbbing in all\\nits violence, in the bosom of the poor lady s-maid, rather\\nthan in that of the brilliant beauty she is decking out\\nfor conquest whose brain is probably bewildered with\\nbeaux, ball-rooms, and wax-light chandeliers.\\nWith these humble beings love is an honest, engrossing\\nconcern. They have no ideas of settlements, establish-\\nments, equipages, and pin-money. The heart the heart\\nis all-in-all with them, poor things There is seldom\\none of them but has her love-cares, and love-secrets her", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0472.jp2"}, "461": {"fulltext": "LOVEES TROUBLES. 439\\ndoubts, and hopes, and fears, are equal to those of any\\nheroine of romance, and ten times as sincere. And then,\\ntoo, there is her secret hoard of love-documents; the\\nbroken sixpence, the gilded brooch, the lock of hair, the\\nunintelligible love scrawl, all treasured up in her box of\\nSunday finery, for private contemplation.\\nHow many crosses and trials is she exposed to from\\nsome lynx-eyed dame, or staid old vestal of a mistress,\\nwho keeps a dragon watch over her virtue, and scouts\\nthe lover from the door. But then, how sweet are the\\nlittle love-scenes, snatched at distant intervals of holiday,\\nand fondly dwelt on through many a long day of house-\\nhold labor and confinement If in the country it is the\\ndance at the fair or wake, the interview in the church-\\nyard after service, or the evening stroll in the green lane.\\nIf in town, it is perhaps merely a stolen moment of de-\\nlicious talk between the bars of the area, fearful every\\ninstant of being seen and then, how lightly will the sim-\\nple creature carol all day afterwards at her labor\\nPoor baggage after all her crosses and difficulties,\\nwhen she marries, what is it but to exchange a life of\\ncomparative ease and comfort for one of toil and uncer-\\ntainty Perhaps, too, the lover for whom in the fond-\\nness of her nature she has committed herself to fortune s\\nfreaks, turns out a worthless churl, the dissolute, hard-\\nhearted husband of low life who, taking to the ale-\\nhouse, leaves her to a cheerless home, to labor, penury,\\nand childbearing.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0473.jp2"}, "462": {"fulltext": "440 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nWhen I see poor Phoebe going about witli drooping\\neye, and her head hanging all o one side, I cannot\\nhelp calling to mind the pathetic little picture drawn by\\nDesdemona\\nMy mother had a maid called Barbara;\\nShe was in love and he she loved proved mad,\\nAnd did forsake her she had a song of wUlow,\\nAn old thing t was but it express d her fortune,\\nAnd she died singing it.\\nI hope, however, that a better lot is in reserve for\\nPhoebe Wilkins, and that she may yet rule the roast\\nin the ancient empire of the Tibbetses She is not fit to\\nbattle with hard hearts or hard times. She was, I am\\ntold, the pet of her poor mother, who was proud of the\\nbeauty of her child, and brought her up more tenderly\\nthan a village girl ought to be and ever since she has\\nbeen left an orphan, the good ladies of the Hall have\\ncompleted the softening and spoiling of her.\\nI have recently observed her holding long conferences\\nin the church-yard, and up and down one of the lanes\\nnear the village, with Slingsby the schoolmaster. I at\\nfirst thought the pedagogue might be touched with the\\ntender malady so prevalent in these parts of late but I\\ndid him injustice. Honest Slingsby, it seems, was a\\nfriend and crony of her late father, the parish clerk and\\nis on intimate terms with the Tibbets family prompted,\\ntherefore, by his good-will towards all parties, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0474.jp2"}, "463": {"fulltext": "L0YEB8 TROUBLES. 44I\\nsecretly instigated, perhaps, by tlie managing dame Tib-\\nbets, lie has undertaken to talk with Phoebe upon the\\nsubject. He gives her, however, but little encourage-\\nment. Slingsby has a formidable opinion of the aristo-\\ncratical feeling of old Ready-Money, and thinks, if Phoebe\\nwere even to make the matter up with the son, she would\\nfind the father totally hostile to the match. The poor\\ndamsel, therefore, is reduced almost to despair and\\nSlingsby, who is too good-natured not to sympathize in\\nher distress, has advised her to give up all thoughts of\\nyoung Jack, and has proposed as a substitute his learned\\ncoadjutor, the prodigal son. He has even, in the fulness\\nof his heart, offered to give up the school-house to them\\nthough it would leave him once more adrift in the wide\\nworld.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0475.jp2"}, "464": {"fulltext": "THE HISTOEIAN.\\nHermione, Pray you sit by us,\\nAnd tell s a tale.\\nMamilius. Merry or sad shall t be\\nHermione. As merry as you will.\\nMamilius. A sad tale s best for winter.\\nI have one of sprites and goblins.\\nHermione. Let s have that, sir.\\nWinter s Tale.\\nS tliis is a story-telling age, I have been tempted\\noccasionally to give the reader one of the many\\ntales served up with supper at the Hall. I\\nmight, indeed, have furnished a series almost equal in\\nnumber to the Arabian Nights but some were rather\\nhackneyed and tedious others I did not feel warranted\\nin betraying into print and many more were of the old\\ngeneral s relating, and turned principally upon tiger-\\nhunting, elephant-riding, and Seringapatam, enlivened by\\nthe wonderful deeds of Tippoo Saib, and the excellent\\njokes of Major Pendergast.\\nI had all along maintained a quiet post at a corner of\\nthe table, where I had been able to indulge my humor\\nundisturbed; listening attentively when the story was\\nvery good, and dozing a little when it was rather dull,\\nwhich I consider the perfection of auditorship.\\n443", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0476.jp2"}, "465": {"fulltext": "TEE HISTORIAN. 443\\nI was roused tlie other evening from a slight trance,\\ninto which I had fallen during one of the general s histo-\\nries, by a sudden call from the Squire to furnish some\\nentertainment of the kind in my turn. Having been so\\nprofound a listener to others, I could not in conscience\\nrefuse; but neither my memory nor invention being\\nready to answer so unexpected a demand, I begged leave\\nto read a manuscript tale from the pen of my fellow-\\ncountryman, the late Mr. Diedrich Knickerbocker, the\\nhistorian of New York. As this ancient chronicler may\\nnot be better known to my readers than he was to the\\ncompany at the Hall, a word or two concerning him may\\nnot be amiss, before proceeding to his manuscript.\\nDiedrich Knickerbocker was a native of New York, a\\ndescendant from one of the ancient Dutch families which\\noriginally settled that province, and remained there after\\nit was taken possession of by the English in 1664 The\\ndescendants of these Dutch families still remain in vil-\\nlages and neighborhoods in various parts of the country,\\nretaining, with singular obstinacy, the dresses, manners,\\nand even language of their ancestors, and forming a very\\ndistinct and curious feature in the motley population of\\nthe State. In a hamlet whose spire may be seen from\\nNew York, rising from above the brow of a hill on the\\nopposite side of the Hudson, many of the old folks, even\\nat the present day, speak English with an accent, and\\nthe Dominie preaches in Dutch and so completely is\\nthe hereditary love of quiet and silence maintained, that", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0477.jp2"}, "466": {"fulltext": "444 BBACEBRIDOE HALL.\\nin one of tliese drowsy villages, in tlie middle of a warm\\nsummer s day, tlie buzzing of a stout blue-bottle fly will\\nresound from one end of tlie place to tlie otlier.\\nWitli the laudable hereditary feeling tlius kept up\\namong tliese worthy people, did Mr. Knickerbocker un-\\ndertake to write a history of his native city, comprising\\nthe reign of its three Dutch governors during the time\\nthat it was yet under the domination of the Hogenmogens\\nof Holland. In the execution of this design the little\\nDutchman has displayed great historical research, and a\\nwonderful consciousness of the dignity of his subject.\\nHis work, however, has been so little understood as to be\\npronounced a mere work of humor, satirizing the follies of\\nthe times, both in politics and morals, and giving whim-\\nsical views of human nature.\\nBe this as it may among the papers left behind him\\nwere several tales of a lighter nature, apparently thrown\\ntogetlier from materials gathered during his profound\\nresearches for his history, and which he seems to have\\ncast by with neglect, as unworthy of publication. Some\\nof these have fallen into my hands by an accident which it\\nis needless at present to mention and one of these very\\nstories, with its prelude in the words of Mr. Knicker-\\nbocker, I undertook to read, by way of acquitting my-\\nself of the debt which I owed to the other story-tellers at\\nthe Hall. I subjoin it for such of my readers as are fond\\nof stories.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0478.jp2"}, "467": {"fulltext": "1/\\nTHE HAUNTED HOUSE.\\nFROM THE MSS. OF THE LATE DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER.\\nFormerly almost every place had a house of this kind. If a house was\\nseated on some melancholy place, or built in some old romantic manner, or\\nif any particular accident had happened in it, such as murder, sudden death,\\nor the like, to be sure that house had a mark set on it, and was afterwards\\nesteemed the habitation of a ghost.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Bourne s Antiquities.\\nN the neighborliood of the ancient city of the\\nManhattoes there stood, not very many years\\nsince, an old mansion, which, when I was a boy,\\nwent by the name of the Haunted House. It was one of\\nthe very few remains of the architecture of the early\\nDutch settlers, and must have been a house of some con-\\nsequence at the time when it was built. It consisted of a\\ncentre and two wings, the gable ends of which were\\nshaped like stairs. It was built partly of wood, and\\npartly of small Dutch bricks, such as the worthy colo-\\nnists brought with them from Holland, before they dis-\\ncovered that bricks could be manufactured elsewhere.\\nThe house stood remote from the road, in the centre of a\\nlarge field, with an avenue of old locust* trees leading up\\nAcacias.\\n445", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0479.jp2"}, "468": {"fulltext": "446 BRACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nto it, several of which had been shivered by lightning,\\nand two or three blown down. A few apple-trees grew\\nstraggling about the field there were traces also of what\\nhad been a kitchen-garden but the fences were broken\\ndown, the vegetables had disappeared, or had grown wild,\\nand turned to little better than weeds, with here and\\nthere a ragged rose-bush, or a tall sunflower shooting up\\nfrom among the brambles, and hanging its head sorrow-\\nfully, as if contemplating the surrounding desolation.\\nPart of the roof of the old house had fallen in, the win-\\ndows were shattered, the panels of the doors broken, and\\nmended with rough boards, and two rusty weather-cocks\\nat the ends of the house made a great jingling and whist-\\nling as they whirled about, but always pointed wrong.\\nThe appearance of the whole place was forlorn and deso-\\nlate at the best of times but, in unruly weather, the\\nhowling of the wind about the crazy old mansion, the\\nscreeching of the weather-cocks, and the slamming and\\nbanging of a few loose window-shutters, had altogether\\nso wild and dreary an effect, that the neighborhood stood\\nperfectly in awe of the place, and pronounced it the ren-\\ndezvous of hobgoblins. I recollect the old building well\\nfor many times, when an idle, unlucky urchin, I have\\nprowled round its precinct, with some of my graceless\\ncompanions, on holiday afternoons, when out on a free-\\nbooting cruise among the orchards. There was a tree\\nstanding near the house that bore the most beautiful and\\ntempting fruit but then it was on enchanted ground, for", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0480.jp2"}, "469": {"fulltext": "THE HAUNTED HOUSE. 447\\nthe place was so cliarmed by frightful stories that we\\ndreaded to approach it. Sometimes we would venture in\\na body, and get near the Hesperian tree, keeping an eye\\nupon the old mansion, and darting fearful glances into its\\nshattered windows, when, just as we were about to seize\\nupon our prize, an exclamation from some one of the\\ngang, or an accidental noise, would throw us all into a\\npanic, and we would scamper headlong from the place,\\nnor stop until we had got quite into the road. Then\\nthere was sure to be a host of fearful anecdotes told of\\nstrange cries and groans, or of some hideous face sudden-\\nly seen staring out of one of the windows. By degrees\\nwe ceased to venture into these lonely grounds, but would\\nstand at a distance, and throw stones at the building\\nand there was something fearfully pleasing in the sound\\nas they rattled along the roof, or sometimes struck some\\njingling fragments of glass out of the windows.\\nThe origin of this house was lost in the obscurity that\\ncovers the early period of the province, while under the\\ngovernment of their high mightinesses the states-gen-\\neral. Some reported it to have been a country residence\\nof Wilhelmus Kieft, commonly called the Testy, one of\\nthe Dutch governors of New Amsterdam others said it\\nhad been built by a naval commander who served under\\nVan Tromp, and who, on being disappointed of prefer-\\nment, retired from the service in disgust, became a phi-\\nlosopher through sheer spite, and brought over all his\\nwealth to the province, that he might live according to", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0481.jp2"}, "470": {"fulltext": "44:8 BBAGEBBIDQE HALL.\\nhis liumor, and despise tlie world. Tlie reason of its\\nhaving fallen to decay was likewise a matter of dispute\\nsome said it was in chancery, and had already cost more\\nthan its worth in legal expense but the most current,\\nand, of course, the most probable account, was that it was\\nhaunted, and that nobody could live quietly in it. There\\ncan, in fact, be very little doubt that this last was the\\ncase, there were so many corroborating stories to prove\\nit, not an old woman in the neighborhood but could fur-\\nnish at least a score. A grayheaded curmudgeon of a\\nnegro who lived hard by had a whole budget of them to\\ntell, many of which had happened to himself. I recollect\\nmany a time stopping with my schoolmates, and getting\\nhim to relate some. The old crone lived in a hovel, in\\nthe midst of a small patch of potatoes and Indian corn,\\nwhich his master had given him on setting him free. He\\nwould come to us, with his hoe in his hand, and as we sat\\nperched, like a row of swallows, on the rail of a fence, in\\nthe mellow twilight of a summer evening, would tell us\\nsuch fearful stories, accompanied by such awful rollings\\nof his white eyes, that we were almost afraid of our own\\nfootsteps as we returned home afterwards in the dark.\\nPoor old Pompey many years are past since he died,\\nand went to keep company with the ghosts he was so\\nfond of talking about. He was buried in a corner of his\\nown little potato patch the plough soon passed over his\\ngrave, and levelled it with the rest of the field, and no-\\nbody thought any more of the grayheaded negro. By", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0482.jp2"}, "471": {"fulltext": "THE HAUNTED HOUSE. 449\\nsingular cliaiice I was strolling in that neighborliood,\\nseveral years afterwards, when I had grown up to be a\\nyoung man, and I found a knot of gossips speculating on\\na skull which had just been turned up by a ploughshare.\\nThey of course determined it to be the remains of some\\none who had been murdered, and they had raked up with\\nit some of the traditionary tales of the haunted house. I\\nknew it at once to be the relic of poor Pompey, but I\\nheld my tongue for I am too considerate of other peo-\\nple s enjoyment even to mar a story of a ghost or a mur-\\nder. I took care, however, to see the bones of my old\\nfriend once more buried in a place where they were not\\nlikely to be disturbed. As I sat on the turf and watched\\nthe interment, I fell into a long conversation with an old\\ngentleman of the neighborhood, John Josse Vander-\\nmoere, a pleasant gossiping man, whose whole life was\\nspent in hearing and telling the news of the province.\\nHe recollected old Pompey, and his stories about the\\nHaunted House but he assured me he could give me one\\nstill more strange than any that Pompey had related;\\nand on my expressing a great curiosity to hear it, he sat\\ndown beside me on the turf, and told the following tale.\\nI have endeavored to give it as nearly as possible in his\\nwords but it is now many years since, and I am grown\\nold, and my memory is not over-good. I cannot there-\\nfore vouch for the language, but I am always scrupulous\\nas to facts.\\nD. K.\\n29", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0483.jp2"}, "472": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGER.\\nI take the town of concord, where I dwell,\\nAll Kilborn be my witness, if I were not\\nBegot in bashfulness, brought up in shamefacedness.\\nLet un bring a dog but to my vace that can\\nZay I have beat un, and without a vault\\nOr but a cat will swear upon a book,\\nI have as much as zet a vire her tail,\\nAnd I ll give him or her a crown for mends.\\nTale of a Tub.\\nN the early time of the province of New York,\\nwhile it groaned under the tyranny of the Eng-\\nlish governor, Lord Cornbury, who carried his\\ncruelties towards the Dutch inhabitants so far as to al-\\nlow no Dominie, or schoolmaster, to officiate in their lan-\\nguage without his special license about this time there\\nlived in the jolly little old city of the Manhattoes a kind\\nmotherly dame, known by the name of Dame Heyliger.\\nShe was the widow of a Dutch sea-captain, who died\\nsuddenly of a fever, in consequence of working too\\nhard, and eating too heartily, at the time when all the\\ninhabitants turned out in a panic, to fortify the place\\nagainst the invasion of a small French privateer.* He\\n1705.\\n450", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0484.jp2"}, "473": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HETLIGEB. 451\\nleft lier witli very little money, and one infant son, tlie\\nonly survivor of several children. The good woman had\\nneed of much management to make both ends meet, and\\nkeep up a decent appearance. However, as her husband\\nhad fallen a victim to his zeal for the public safety, it\\nwas universally agreed that something ought to be\\ndone for the widow and on the hopes of this some-\\nthing she lived tolerably for some years in the mean-\\ntime everybody pitied and spoke well of her, and that\\nhelped along.\\nShe lived in a small house, in a small street, called\\nGarden Street, very probably from a garden which may\\nhave flourished there some time or other. As her neces-\\nsities every year grew greater, and the talk of the public\\nabout doing something for her grew less, she had to\\ncast about for some mode of doing something for herself,\\nby way of helping out her slender means, and maintaining\\nher independence, of which she was somewhat tenacious.\\nLiving in a mercantile town, she had caught some-\\nthing of the spirit, and determined to venture a little in\\nthe great lottery of commerce. On a sudden, therefore,\\nto the great surprise of the street, there appeared at her\\nwindow a grand array of gingerbread kings and queens,\\nwith their arms stuck akimbo, after the invariable royal\\nmanner. There were also several broken tumblers, some\\nfilled with sugar-plums, some with marbles there were,\\nmoreover, cakes of various kinds, and barley-sugar, and\\nHolland dolls, and wooden horses, with here and there", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0485.jp2"}, "474": {"fulltext": "452 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\ngilt-covered picture-books, and now and then a skein of\\nthread, or a dangling pound of candles. At the door of\\nthe house sat the good old dame s cat, a decent demure-\\nlooking personage, who seemed to scan everybody that\\npassed, to criticize their dress, and now and then to\\nstretch her neck, and to look out with sudden curiosity,\\nto see what was going on at the other end of the street\\nbut if by chance any idle vagabond dog came by, and of-\\nfered to be uncivil hoity-toity how she would bristle\\nup, and growl, and spit, and strike out her paws! she\\nwas as indignant as ever was an ancient and ugly spin-\\nster on the approach of some graceless profligate.\\nBut though the good woman had to come down to\\nthose humble means of subsistence, yet she still kept up\\na feeling of family pride, being descended from the Van-\\nderspiegels, of Amsterdam and she had the family arms\\npainted and framed, and hung over her mantelpiece.\\nShe was, in truth, much respected by all the poorer peo-\\nple of the place her house was quite a resort of the old\\nwives of the neighborhood they would drop in there of\\na winter s afternoon, as she sat knitting on one side of\\nher fireplace, her cat purring on the other, and the tea-\\nkettle singing before it and they would gossip with her\\nuntil late in the evening. There was always an arm-chair\\nfor Peter de Groodt, sometimes called Long Peter, and\\nsometimes Peter Longlegs, the clerk and sexton of the\\nlittle Lutheran church, who was her great crony, and in-\\ndeed the oracle of her fireside. Nay, the Dominie him-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0486.jp2"}, "475": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HETLIGEB. 453\\nself did not disdain, now and then, to step in, converse\\nabout the state of her mind, and take a glass of her\\nspecial good cherry-brandy. Indeed, he never failed to\\ncall on New-Year s day, and wish her a happy New Year\\nand the good dame, who was a little vain on some points,\\nalways piqued herself on giving him as large a cake as\\nany one in town.\\nI have said that she had one son. He was the child of\\nher old age but could hardly be called the comfort, for,\\nof all unlucky urchins, Dolph Heyliger was the most mis-\\nchievous. Not that the whipster was really vicious he\\nwas only full of fun and frolic, and had that daring, game-\\nsome spirit which is extolled in a rich man s child, but\\nexecrated in a poor man s. He was continually getting\\ninto scrapes his mother was incessantly harassed with\\ncomplaints of some waggish pranks which he had played\\noff bills were sent in for windows that he had broken\\nin a word, he had not reached his fourteenth year before\\nhe was pronounced, by all the neighborhood, to be a\\nwicked dog, the wickedest dog in the street Nay,\\none old gentleman, in a claret-colored coat, with a thin\\nred face, and ferret eyes, went so far as to assure Dame\\nHeyliger, that her son would, one day or other, come to\\nthe gallows\\nYet, notwithstanding all this, the poor old soul loved\\nher boy. It seemed as though she loved him the better\\nthe worse he behaved, and that he grew more in her favor\\nthe more he grew out of favor with the world. Mothers", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0487.jp2"}, "476": {"fulltext": "454 BBACEBBIDQE HALL.\\nare foolisli, fond-liearted beings; there s no reasoning\\ntliem out of their dotage and, indeed, this poor woman s\\nchild was all that was left to love her in this world\\nso we must not think it hard that she turned a deaf ear\\nto her good friends, who sought to prove to her that\\nDolph would come to a halter.\\nTo do the varlet justice, too, he was strongly attached\\nto his parent. He would not willingly have given her\\npain on any account; and when he had been doing\\nwrong, it was but for him to catch his poor mother s eye\\nfixed wistfully and sorrowfully upon him, to fill his heart\\nwith bitterness and contrition. But he was a heedless\\nyoungster, and could not, for the life of him, resist any\\nnew temptation to fun and mischief. Though quick at\\nhis learning, whenever he could be brought to apply him-\\nself, he was always prone to be led away by idle com-\\npany, and would play truant to hunt after birds -nests, to\\nrob orchards, or to swim in the Hudson.\\nIn this way he grew up, a tall, lubberly boy and his\\nmother began to be greatly perplexed what to do with\\nhim, or how to put him in a way to do for himself for\\nhe had acquired such an unlucky reputation, that no one\\nseemed willing to employ him.\\nMany were the consultations that she held with Peter\\nde Groodt, the clerk and sexton, who was her prime coun-\\nsellor. Peter was as much perplexed as herself, for he\\nhad no great opinion of the boy, and thought he would\\nnever come to good. He at once advised her to send him", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0488.jp2"}, "477": {"fulltext": "DOLPE EETLIOER. 455\\nto sea a piece of advice only given in the most desperate\\ncases; but Dame Heyliger would not listen to sucli an\\nidea she could not think of letting Dolph go out of her\\nsight. She was sitting one day knitting by her fireside,\\nin great perplexity, when the sexton entered with an air\\nof unusual vivacity and briskness. He had just come\\nfrom a funeral. It had been that of a boy of Dolph s\\nyears, who had been apprentice to a famous German doc-\\ntor, and had died of a consumption. It is true, there had\\nbeen a whisper that the deceased had been brought to\\nhis end by being made the subject of the doctor s experi-\\nments, on which he was apt to try the effects of a new\\ncompound, or a quieting draught. This, however, it is\\nlikely, was a mere scandal at any rate, Peter de Groodt\\ndid not think it worth mentioning though, had we time\\nto philosophize, it would be a curious matter for specula-\\ntion, why a doctor s family is apt to be so lean and cadav-\\nerous, and a butcher s so jolly and rubicund.\\nPeter de Groodt, as I said before, entered the house of\\nDame Heyliger with unusual alacrity. A bright idea had\\npopped into his head at the funeral, over which he had\\nchuckled as he shovelled the earth into the grave of the\\ndoctor s disciple. It had occurred to him, that, as the\\nsituation of the deceased was vacant at the doctor s, it\\nwould be the very place for Dolph. The boy had parts,\\nand could pound a pestle, and run an errand with any boy\\nin the town and what more was wanted in a student\\nThe suggestion of the sage Peter was a vision of glory", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0489.jp2"}, "478": {"fulltext": "456 BBACEBRIBGE HALL.\\nto the mother. She already saw Dolph, in her mind s\\neye, with a cane at his nose, a knocker at his door, and\\nan M. D. at the end of his name, one of the established\\ndignitaries of the town.\\nThe matter, once undertaken, was soon effected; the\\nsexton had some influence with the doctor, they having\\nhad much dealing together in the way of their separate\\nprofessions and the very next morning he called and\\nconducted the urchin, clad in his Sunday clothes, to\\nundergo the inspection of Dr. Karl Lodovick Knipper-\\nhausen.\\nThey found the doctor seated in an elbow-chair, in one\\ncorner of his study, or laboratory, with a large volume, in\\nGerman print, before him. He was a short fat man, with\\na dark square face, rendered more dark by a black velvet\\ncap. He had a little nobbed nose, not unlike the ace of\\nspades, with a pair of spectacles gleaming on each side\\nof his dusky countenance, like a couple of bow- windows.\\nDolph felt struck with awe on entering into the pres-\\nence of this learned man; and gazed about him with\\nboyish wonder at the furniture of this chamber of knowl-\\nedge which appeared to him almost as the den of a ma-\\ngician. In the centre stood a claw-footed table, with\\npestle and mortar, phials and gallipots, and a pair of\\nsmall burnished scales. At one end was a heavy clothes-\\npress, turned into a receptacle for drugs and compounds\\nagainst which hung the doctor s hat and cloak, and gold-\\nheaded canej and on the top grinned a human skull.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0490.jp2"}, "479": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EEYLIGEB. 457\\nAlong tlie mantelpiece were glass vessels, in wMcli were\\nsnakes and lizards, and a liuman fcBtus preserved in\\nspirits. A closet, the doors of which were taken off, con-\\ntained three whole shelves of books, and some, too, of\\nmighty folio dimensions, a collection the like of which\\nDolph had never before beheld. As, however, the library-\\ndid not take up the whole of the closet, the doctor s\\nthrifty housekeeper had occupied the rest with pots of\\npickles and preserves; and had hung about the room,\\namong awful implements of the healing art, strings of red\\npepper and corpulent cucumbers, carefully preserved for\\nseed.\\nPeter de Groodt and his protege were received with\\ngreat gravity and stateliness by the doctor, who was a\\nvery wise, dignified little man, and never smiled. He\\nsurveyed Dolph from head to foot, above, and under, and\\nthrough his spectacles, and the poor lad s heart quailed\\nas these great glasses glared on him like two full moons.\\nThe doctor heard all that Peter de Groodt had to say in\\nfavor of the youthful candidate and then wetting his\\nthumb with the end of his tongue, he began deliberately\\nto turn over page after page of the great black volume\\nbefore him. At length, after many hums and haws, and\\nstrokings of the chin, and all that hesitation and deliber-\\nation with which a wise man proceeds to do what he in-\\ntended to do from the very first, the doctor agreed to\\ntake the lad as a disciple to give him bed, board, and\\nclothing, and to instruct him in the healing art in return", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0491.jp2"}, "480": {"fulltext": "458 BBACEBBIBGE HALL.\\nfor wliicli he was to have his services until his twenty-\\nfirst year.\\nBehold, then, our hero, all at once transformed from an\\nunlucky urchin running wild about the streets, to a stu-\\ndent of medicine, diligently pounding a pestle, under the\\nauspices of the learned Doctor Karl Lodovick Knipper-\\nhausen. It was a happy transition for his fond old\\nmother. She was delighted with the idea of her boy s\\nbeing brought up worthy of his ancestors and antici-\\npated the day when he would be able to hold up his\\nhead with the lawyer, that lived in the large house oppo-\\nsite or, peradventure, with the Dominie himself.\\nDoctor Knipperhausen was a native of the Palatinate\\nin Germany; whence, in company with many of his\\ncountrymen, he had taken refuge in England, on account\\nof religious persecution. He was one of nearly three\\nthousand Palatines, who came over from England in\\n1710, under the protection of Governor Hunter. Where\\nthe doctor had studied, how he had acquired his medical\\nknowledge, and where he had received his diploma, it is\\nhard at present to say, for nobody knew at the time yet\\nit is certain that his profound skill and abstruse knowl-\\nedge were the talk and wonder of the common people,\\nfar and near.\\nHis practice was totally different from that of any\\nother physician, consisting in mysterious compounds,\\nknown only to himself, in the preparing and administer-\\ning of which, it was said, he always consulted the stars.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0492.jp2"}, "481": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EEYLIGEB. 459\\nSo high an opinion was entertained of his skill, particu-\\nlarly by the German and Dutch inhabitants, that they\\nalways resorted to him in desperate cases. He was one\\nof those infallible doctors that are always effecting sud-\\nden and surprising cures, when the patient has been\\ngiven up by all the regular physicians; unless, as is\\nshrewdly observed, the case has been left too long before\\nit was put into their hands. The doctor s library was\\nthe talk and marvel of the neighborhood, I might almost\\nsay of the entire burgh. The good people looked with\\nreverence at a man who had read three whole shelves\\nfull of books, and some of them, too, as large as a family\\nBible. There were many disputes among the members\\nof the little Lutheran church, as to which was the wisest\\nman, the doctor or the Dominie. Some of his admirers\\neven went so far as to say, that he knew more than the\\ngovernor himself, in a word, it was thought that there\\nwas no end to his knowledge\\nNo sooner was Dolph received into the doctor s family,\\nthan he was put in possession of the lodging of his pre-\\ndecessor. It was a garret-room of a steep-roofed Dutch\\nhouse, where the rain had pattered on the shingles, and\\nthe lightning gleamed, and the wind piped through the\\ncrannies in stormy weather and where whole troops of\\nhungry rats, like Don Cossacks, galloped about, in defi-\\nance of traps and ratsbane.\\nHe was soon up to his ears in medical studies, being\\nemployed, morning, noon, and night, in rolling pills, fil-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0493.jp2"}, "482": {"fulltext": "460 BBAOEBBIDGE HALL.\\ntering tinctures, or pounding the pestle and mortar in\\none corner of the laboratory; while the doctor would\\ntake his seat in another corner, when he had nothing else\\nto do, or expected visitors, and arrayed in his morning-\\ngown and velvet cap, would pore over the contents of\\nsome folio volume. It is true, that the regular thump-\\ning of Dolph s pestle, or, perhaps, the drowsy buzz-\\ning of the summer-flies, would now and then lull the\\nlittle man into a slumber; but then his spectacles\\nwere always wide awake, and studiously regarding the\\nbook.\\nThere was another personage in the house, however,\\nto whom Dolph was obliged to pay allegiance. Though\\na bachelor, and a man of such great dignity and impor-\\ntance, the doctor was, like many other wise men, subject\\nto petticoat government. He was completely under the\\nsway of his housekeeper, a spare, busy, fretting house-\\nwife, in a little, round, quilted German cap, with a huge\\nbunch of keys jingling at the girdle of an exceedingly\\nlong waist. Frau Use (or Frow Hsy, as it was pro-\\nnounced) had accompanied him in his various migrations\\nfrom Germany to England, and from England to the\\nprovince managing his establishment and himself too\\nruling him, it is true, with a gentle hand, but carrying a\\nhigh hand with all the world beside. How she had ac-\\nquired such ascendency I do not pretend to say. People,\\nit is true, did talk ^but have not people been prone to\\ntalk ever sjnce the world began? Who can tell how", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0494.jp2"}, "483": {"fulltext": "B0LP3 EE7LIGEB. 461\\nwomen generally contrive to get the upperhand A hus-\\nband, it is true, may now and then be master in his own\\nhouse but who ever knew a bachelor that was not man-\\naged by his housekeeper\\nIndeed, Erau Ilsy s power was not confined to the doc-\\ntor s household. She was one of those prying gossips\\nwho know every one s business better than they do them-\\nselves; and whose all-seeing eyes, and all-telling tongues,\\nare terrors throughout a neighborhood.\\nNothing of any moment transpired in the world of\\nscandal of this little burgh, but it was known to Frau\\nIlsy. She had her crew of cronies, that were perpetually\\nhurrying to her little parlor with some precious bit of\\nnews nay, she would sometimes discuss a whole volume\\nof secret history, as she held the street-door ajar, and\\ngossiped with one of these garrulous cronies in the very\\nteeth of a December blast.\\nBetween the doctor and the housekeeper it may easily\\nbe supposed that Dolph had a busy life of it. As Frau\\nIlsy kept the keys, and literally ruled the roast, it was\\nstarvation to offend her, though he found the study of\\nher temper more perplexing even than that of medicine.\\nWhen not busy in the laboratory, she kept him running\\nhither and thither on her errands; and on Sundays he\\nwas obliged to accompany her to and from church, and\\ncarry her Bible. Many a time has the poor varlet stood\\nshivering and blowing his fingers, or holding his frost-\\nbitten nose, in the church-yard, while Ilsy and her cro-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0495.jp2"}, "484": {"fulltext": "462 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nnies were huddled together, wagging their heads, and\\ntearing some unlucky character to pieces.\\nWith all his advantages, however, Dolph made very\\nslow progress in his art. This was no fault of the doc-\\ntor s, certainly, for he took unwearied pains with the lad,\\nkeeping him close to the pestle and mortar, or on the trot\\nabout town with phials and pill-boxes and if he ever\\nflagged in his industry, which he was rather apt to do,\\nthe doctor would fly into a passion, and ask him if he\\never expected to learn his profession, unless he applied\\nhimself closer to the study. The fact is, he still retained\\nthe fondness for sport and mischief that had marked his\\nchildhood the habit, indeed, had strengthened with his\\nyears, and gained force from being thwarted and con-\\nstrained. He daily grew more and more untractable, and\\nlost favor in the eyes, both of the doctor and the house-\\nkeeper.\\nIn the meantime the doctor went on, waxing wealthy\\nand renowned. He was famous for his skill in managing\\ncases not laid down in the books. He had cured several\\nold women and young girls of witchcraft, a terrible com-\\nplaint, and nearly as prevalent in the province in those\\ndays as hydrophobia is at present. He had even re-\\nstored one strapping country-girl to perfect health, who\\nhad gone so far as to vomit crooked pins and needles\\nwhich is considered a desperate stage of the malady. It\\nwas whispered, also, that he was possessed of the art of\\npreparing love-powders and many applications had he", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0496.jp2"}, "485": {"fulltext": "BOLPH HEYLIGEB. 453\\nin consequence from love-sick patients of both sexes.\\nBut all these cases formed the mysterious part of his\\npractice, in which, according to the cant phrase, secrecy\\nand honor might be depended on. Dolph, therefore,\\nwas obliged to turn out of the study whenever such con-\\nsultations occurred, though it is said he learnt more of\\nthe secrets of the art at the key-hole than by all the rest\\nof his studies put together.\\nAs the doctor increased in wealth, he began to extend\\nhis possessions, and to look forward, like other great\\nmen, to the time when he should retire io the repose of a\\ncountry-seat. For this purpose he had purchased a farm,\\nor, as the Dutch settlers called it, a lowerie, a few miles\\nfrom town. It had been the residence of a wealthy fam-\\nily, that had returned some time since to Holland. A\\nlarge mansion-house stood in the centre of it, very much\\nout of repair, and which, in consequence of certain re-\\nports, had received the appellation of the Haunted\\nHouse. Either from these reports, or from its actual\\ndreariness, the doctor found it impossible to get a tenant\\nand that the place might not fall to ruin before he could\\nreside in it himself, he placed a country boor, with his\\nfamily, in one wing, with the privilege of cultivating the\\nfarm on shares.\\nThe doctor now felt all the dignity of a landholder ris-\\ning within him. He had a little of the German pride of\\nterritory in his composition, and almost looked upon\\nhimself as owner of a principality. He began to com-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0497.jp2"}, "486": {"fulltext": "464 BBAGEBRIDOE HALL.\\nplain of the fatigue of business and was fond of riding\\nout to look at Ms estate. His little expeditions to his\\nlands were attended with a bustle and parade that cre-\\nated a sensation throughout the neighborhood. His wall-\\neyed horse stood, stamping and whisking off the flies, for\\na full hour before the house. Then the doctor s saddle-\\nbags would be brought out and adjusted then, after a\\nlittle while, his cloak would be rolled up and strapped to\\nthe saddle then his umbrella would be buttoned to the\\ncloak while, in the meantime, a group of ragged boys,\\nthat observant class of beings, would gather before the\\ndoor. At length the doctor would issue forth, in a pair\\nof jack-boots that reached above his knees, and a cocked\\nhat flapped down in front. As he was a short, fat man,\\nhe took some time to mount into the saddle and when\\nthere, he took some time to have the saddle and stirrups\\nproperly adjusted, enjoying the wonder and admiration\\nof the urchin crowd. Even after he had set off, he would\\npause in the middle of the street, or trot back two or\\nthree times to give some parting orders which were an-\\nswered by the housekeeper from the door, or Dolph from\\nthe study, or the black cook from the cellar, or the cham-\\nbermaid from the garret- window and there were gener-\\nally some last words bawled after him, just as he was\\nturning the corner.\\nThe whole neighborhood would be aroused by this\\npomp and circumstance. The cobbler would leave his\\nlast the barber would thrust out his frizzled head, with", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0498.jp2"}, "487": {"fulltext": "DOLPE EEYLIGEB. 465\\na comb sticking in it a knot would collect at the gro-\\ncer s door, and the word would be buzzed from one end\\nof the street to the other, The doctor s riding out to his\\ncountry-seat\\nThese were golden moments for Dolph. No sooner\\nwas the doctor out of sight, than pestle and mortar were\\nabandoned the laboratory was left to take care of itself,\\nand the student was off on some madcap frolic.\\nIndeed, it must be confessed, the youngster, as he\\ngrew up, seemed in a fair way to fulfil the prediction of\\nthe old claret-colored gentleman. He was the ringleader\\nof all holiday sports and midnight gambols; ready for\\nall kinds of mischievous pranks and hair-brained adven-\\ntures.\\nThere is nothing so troublesome as a hero on a small\\nscale, or, rather, a hero in a small town. Dolph soon\\nbecame the abhorrence of all drowsy, housekeeping old\\ncitizens, who hated noise, and had no relish for waggery.\\nThe good dames, too, considered him as little better than\\na reprobate, gathered their daughters under their wings\\nwhenever he approached, and pointed him out as a warn-\\ning to their sons. No one seemed to hold him in much\\nregard except the wild striplings of the place, who were\\ncaptivated by his open-hearted, daring manners, and\\nthe negroes, who always looked upon every idle, do-\\nnothing youngster as a kind of gentleman. Even the\\ngood Peter de Groodt, who had considered himself a\\nkind of patron of the lad, began to despair of him and\\n30", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0499.jp2"}, "488": {"fulltext": "466 BBAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nwould shake his head dubiously, as he listened to a long\\ncomplaint from the housekeeper, and sipped a glass of\\nher raspberry brandy.\\nStill his mother was not to be wearied out of her affec-\\ntion by all the waywardness of her boy nor disheart-\\nened by the stories of his misdeeds, with which her good\\nfriends were continually regaling her. She had, it is\\ntrue, very little of the pleasure which rich people enjoy,\\nin always hearing their children praised but she con-\\nsidered all this ill-will as a kind of persecution which he\\nsuffered, and she liked him the better on that account.\\nShe saw him growing up a fine, tall, good-looking young-\\nster, and she looked at him with the secret pride of a\\nmother s heart. It was her great desire that Dolph\\nshould appear like a gentleman, and all the money she\\ncould save went towards helping out his pocket and his\\nwardrobe. She would look out of the window after him,\\nas he sallied forth in his best array, and her heart would\\nyearn with delight; and once, when Peter de Groodt,\\nstruck with the youngster s gallant appearance on a\\nbright Sunday morning, observed, Well, after all, Dolph\\ndoes grow a comely fellow! the tear of pride started\\ninto the mother s eye. Ah, neighbor neighbor ex-\\nclaimed she, they may say what they please; poor\\nDolph will yet hold up his head with the best of them\\nDolph Heyliger had now nearly attained his one-and-\\ntwentieth year, and the term of his medical studies was\\njust expiring yet it must be confessed that he knew lit-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0500.jp2"}, "489": {"fulltext": "BOLPE HEYLiaEB. 467\\ntie more of the profession than when he first entered the\\ndoctor s doors. This, however, could not be from any\\nwant of quickness of parts, for he showed amazing apt-\\nness in mastering other branches of knowledge, which he\\ncould only have studied at intervals. He was, for in-\\nstance, a sure marksman, and won all the geese and tur-\\nkeys at Christmas holidays. He was a bold rider he\\nwas famous for leaping and wrestling he played toler-\\nably on the fiddle could swim like a fish and was the\\nbest hand in the whole place at fives and nine-pins.\\nAll these accomplishments, however, procured him no\\nfavor in the eyes of the doctor, who grew more and more\\ncrabbed and intolerant the nearer the term of apprentice-\\nship approached. Frau Ilsy, too, was forever finding\\nsome occasion to raise a windy tempest about his ears,\\nand seldom encountered him about the house without a\\nclatter of the tongue so that at length the jingling of\\nher keys, as she approached, was to Dolph like the ring-\\ning of the prompter s bell, that gives notice of a theatrical\\nthunder-storm. Nothing but the infinite good-humor of\\nthe heedless youngster enabled him to bear all this do-\\nmestic tyranny without open rebellion. It was evident\\nthat the doctor and his housekeeper were preparing to\\nbeat the poor youth out of the nest, the moment his\\nterm should have expired, a short-hand mode which the\\ndoctor had of providing for useless disciples.\\nIndeed the little man had been rendered more than\\nusually irritable lately in consequence of various cares", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0501.jp2"}, "490": {"fulltext": "468 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nand vexations wliicli his country estate liad brought\\nupon him. The doctor had been repeatedly annoyed by\\nthe rumors and tales which prevailed concerning the old\\nmansion, and found it difficult to prevail even upon the\\ncountry-man and his family to remain there rent-free.\\nEvery time he rode out to the farm he was teased by\\nsome fresh complaint of strange noises and fearful sights,\\nwith which the tenants were disturbed at night and the\\ndoctor would come home fretting and fuming, and vent\\nhis spleen upon the whole household. It was indeed a\\nsore grievance that affected him both in pride and purse.\\nHe was threatened with an absolute loss of the profits of\\nhis property; and then, what a blow to his territorial\\nconsequence, to be the landlord of a haunted house\\nIt was observed, however, that with all his vexation,\\nthe doctor never proposed to sleep in the house himself\\nnay, he could never be prevailed upon to remain on the\\npremises after dark, but made the best of his way for\\ntown as soon as the bats began to flit about in the twi-\\nlight. The fact was, the doctor had a secret belief in\\nghosts, having passed the early part of his life in a\\ncountry where they particularly abound and indeed the\\nstory went, that, when a boy, he had once seen the devil\\nupon the Hartz Mountains in Germany.\\nAt length the doctor s vexations on this head were\\nbrought to a crisis. One morning as he sat dozing over\\na volume in his study, he was suddenly startled from his\\nslumbers by- the bustling in of the housekeeper.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0502.jp2"}, "491": {"fulltext": "DOLPE HEYLIGEB. 469\\nHere s a fine to do cried slie, as she entered the\\nroom. Here s Claus Hopper come in, bag and baggage,\\nfrom the farm, and swears he ll have nothing more to do\\nwith it. The whole family have been frightened out of\\ntheir wits for there s such racketing and rummaging\\nabout the old house, that they can t sleep quiet in their\\nbeds\\nDonner and blitzen cried the doctor, impatiently\\nwill they never have done chattering about that house\\nWhat a pack of fools, to let a few rats and mice frighten\\nthem out of good quarters\\nNay, nay, said the housekeeper, wagging her head\\nknowingly, and piqued at having a good ghost-story\\ndoubted, there s more in it than rats and mice. All the\\nneighborhood talks about the house; and then such\\nsights as have been seen in it Peter de Groodt tells me,\\nthat the family that sold you the house, and went to Hol-\\nland, dropped several strange hints about it, and said,\\nthey wished you joy of your bargain; and you know\\nyourself there s no getting any family to live in it.\\nPeter de Groodt s a ninny an old woman, said the\\ndoctor, peevishly I ll warrant he s been filling these\\npeople s heads full of stories. It s just like his nonsense\\nabout the ghost that haunted the church-belfry, as an ex-\\ncuse for not ringing the bell that cold night when Har-\\nmanus Brinkerhoff s house was on fire. Send Claus to\\nme.\\nClaus Hopper now made his appearance a simple", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0503.jp2"}, "492": {"fulltext": "470 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\ncountiT lout, full of awe at finding himself in the very\\nstudy of Dr. Knipperhausen, and too much embarrassed\\nto enter in much detail of the matters that had caused\\nhis alarm. He stood twirling his hat in one hand, rest-\\ning sometimes on one leg, sometimes on the other, look-\\ning occasionally at the doctor, and now and then stealing\\na fearful glance at the death s-head that seemed ogling\\nhim from the top of the clothes-press.\\nThe doctor tried every means to persuade him to re-\\nturn to the farm, but all in vain he maintained a dogged\\ndetermination on the subject and at the close of every\\nargument or solicitation would make the same brief, in-\\nflexible reply, Ich kan nicht, mynheer. The doctor\\nwas a little pot, and soon hot his patience was ex-\\nhausted by these continual vexations about his estate.\\nThe stubborn refusal of Claus Hopper seemed to him\\nlike flat rebellion; his temper suddenly boiled over,\\nand Claus was glad to make a rapid retreat to escape\\nscalding.\\nWhen the bumpkin got to the housekeeper s room, he\\nfound Peter de Groodt, and several other true believers,\\nready to receive him. Here he indemnified himself for\\nthe restraint he had suffered in the study, and opened a\\nbudget of stories about the haunted house that aston-\\nished all his hearers. The housekeeper believed them\\nall, if it was only to spite the doctor for having received\\nher intelligence so uncourteously. Peter de Groodt\\nmatched them with many a wonderful legend of the times", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0504.jp2"}, "493": {"fulltext": "DOLPR EEYLIGER. 47I\\nof the Dutch dynasty, and of tlie Devil s Stepping-stones\\nand of the pirate hanged at Gibbet Island, that continued\\nto swing there at night long after the gallows was taken\\ndown and of the ghost of the unfortunate Governor\\nLeisler, hanged for treason, which haunted the old fort\\nand the government-house. The gossiping knot dis-\\npersed, each charged with direful intelligence. The sex-\\nton disburdened himself at a vestry meeting that was\\nheld that very day, and the black cook forsook her\\nkitchen, and spent half the day at the street-pump, that\\ngossiping-place of servants, dealing forth the news to all\\nthat came for water. In a little time the whole town was\\nin a buzz with tales about the haunted house. Some said\\nthat Glaus Hopper had seen the devil, while others\\nhinted that the house was haunted by the ghosts of some\\nof the patients whom the doctor had physicked out of the\\nworld, and that was the reason why he did not venture to\\nlive in it himself.\\nAll this put the little doctor in a terrible fume. He\\nthreatened vengeance on any one who should affect the\\nvalue of his property by exciting popular prejudices. He\\ncomplained loudly of thus being in a manner dispos-\\nsessed of his territories by mere bugbears but he secret-\\nly determined to have the house exorcised by the Domi-\\nnie. Great was his relief, therefore, when in the midst\\nof his perplexities, Dolph stepped forward and undertook\\nto garrison the haunted house. The youngster had been\\nlistening to all the stories of Glaus Hopper and Peter de", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0505.jp2"}, "494": {"fulltext": "472 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nGroodt lie was fond of adventure, he loved the marvel-\\nlous, and his imagination had become quite excited by\\nthese tales of wonder. Besides, he had led such an un-\\ncomfortable life at the doctor s, being subjected to the in-\\ntolerable thraldom of early hours, that he was delighted\\nat the prospect of having a house to himself, even though\\nit should be a haunted one. His offer was eagerly ac-\\ncepted, and it was determined he should mount guard\\nthat very night. His only stipulation was, that the en-\\nterprise should be kept secret from his mother for he\\nknew the poor soul would not sleep a wink if she knew\\nher son was waging war with the powers of darkness.\\nWhen night came on he set out on this perilous ex-\\npedition. The old black cook, his only friend in the\\nhousehold, had provided him with a little mess for sup-\\nper, and a rush-light and she tied round his neck an\\namulet, given her by an African conjurer, as a charm\\nagainst evil spirits. Dolph was escorted on his way by\\nthe doctor and Peter de Groodt, who had agreed to ac-\\ncompany him to the house, and to see him safe lodged.\\nThe night was overcast, and it was very dark when they\\narrived at the grounds which surrounded the mansion.\\nThe sexton led the way with the lantern. As they walked\\nalong the avenue of acacias, the fitful light, catching from\\nbush to bush, and tree to tree, often startled the doughty\\nPeter, and made him fall back upon his followers and\\nthe doctor grappled still closer hold of Dolph s arm, ob-\\nserving that the ground was very slippery and uneven.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0506.jp2"}, "495": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HETLIGEB. 473\\nAt one time they were nearly put to total rout by a bat,\\nwhich came flitting about the lantern and the notes of\\nthe insects from the trees, and the frogs from a neighbor-\\ning pond, formed a most drowsy and doleful concert.\\nThe front door of the mansion opened with a grating\\nsound, that made the doctor turn pale. They entered a\\ntolerably large hall, such as is common in American\\ncountry-houses, and which serves for a sitting-room in\\nwarm weather. From this they went up a wide staircase,\\nthat groaned and creaked as they trod, every step making\\nits particular note, like the key of a harpsichord. This\\nled to another hall on the second story, whence they en-\\ntered the room where Dolph was to sleep. It was large,\\nand scantily furnished the shutters were closed but as\\nthey were much broken, there was no want of a circula-\\ntion of air. It appeared to have been that sacred cham-\\nber, known among Dutch housewives by the name of\\nthe best bedroom which is the best furnished room\\nin the house, but in which scarce anybody is ever per-\\nmitted to sleep. Its splendor, however, was all at an end.\\nThere were a few broken articles of furniture about the\\nroom, and in the centre stood a heavy deal table and a\\nlarge arm-chair, both of which had the look of being\\ncoeval with the mansion. The fireplace was wide, and\\nhad been faced with Dutch tiles, representing Scripture\\nstories but some of them had fallen out of their places,\\nand lay scattered about the hearth. The sexton lit the\\nrush-light and the doctor, looking fearfully about the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0507.jp2"}, "496": {"fulltext": "474 BRACEBRIBGE HALL.\\nroom, was just exhortiiig Dolpli to be of good cheer, and\\nto pluck up a stout lieart, wlien a noise in tlie chimney,\\nlike voices and struggling, struck a sudden panic into the\\nsexton. He took to his heels with the lantern; the doc-\\ntor followed hard after him; the stairs groaned and\\ncreaked as they hurried down, increasing their agitation\\nand speed by its noise. The front door slammed after\\nthem and Dolph heard them scrabbling down the ave-\\nnue, till the sound of their feet was lost in the distance.\\nThat he did not join in this precipitate retreat might\\nhave been owing to his possessing a little more courage\\nthan his companions, or perhaps that he had caught a\\nglimpse of the cause of their dismay, in a nest of chim-\\nney-swallows, that came tumbling down into the fire-\\nplace.\\nBeing now left to himself, he secured the front door by\\na strong bolt and bar and having seen that the other en-\\ntrances were fastened, returned to his desolate chamber.\\nHaving made his supper from the basket which the good\\nold cook had provided, he locked the chamber-door, and\\nretired to rest on a mattress in one corner. The night\\nwas calm and still and nothing broke upon the profound\\nquiet but the lonely chirping of a cricket from the chim-\\nney of a distant chamber. The rush-light, which stood\\nin the centre of the deal table, shed a feeble yellow\\nray, dimly illumining the chamber, and making uncouth\\nshapes and shadows on the walls, from the clothes which\\nDolph had thrown over a chair.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0508.jp2"}, "497": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGER. 475\\nWith all Ms boldness of heart, there was somethiiio\\nsubduing in this desolate scene and he felt his spirits\\nflag within him, as he lay on his hard bed and gazed\\nabout the room. He was turning over in his mind his\\nidle habits, his doubtful prospects, and now and then\\nheaving a heavy sigh as he thought on his poor old\\nmother; for there is nothing like the silence and loneli-\\nness of night to bring dark shadows over the brightest\\nmind. By and by he thought he heard a sound as of\\nsome one walking below stairs. He listened, and dis-\\ntinctly heard a step on the great staircase. It approached\\nsolemnly and slowly, tramp tramp tramp It was evi-\\ndently the tread of some heavy personage and yet how\\ncould he have got into the house without making a noise\\nHe had examined aU the fastenings, and was certain that\\nevery entrance was secure. Still the steps advanced,\\ntramp\u00e2\u0080\u0094 tramp tramp! It was evident that the person\\napproaching could not be a robber, the step was too loud\\nand deliberate a robber would either be stealthy or pre-\\ncipitate. And now the footsteps had ascended the stair-\\ncase they were slowly advancing along the passage, re-\\nsounding through the silent and empty apartments. The\\nvery cricket had ceased its melancholy note, and nothing\\ninterrupted their awful distinctness. The door, which\\nhad been locked on the inside, slowly swung open, as if\\nself-moved. The footsteps entered the room but no one\\nwas to be seen. They passed slowly and audibly across\\nit, tramp tramp\u00e2\u0080\u0094 tramp but whatever made the sound", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0509.jp2"}, "498": {"fulltext": "476 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwas invisible. Dolph rubbed his eyes, and stared about\\nhim; lie could see to every part of the dimly-lighted\\nchamber all was vacant yet still he heard those myste-\\nrious footsteps, solemnly walking about the chamber.\\nThey ceased, and all was dead silence. There was some-\\nthing more appalling in this invisible visitation than\\nthere would have been in anything that addressed itself\\nto the eye-sight. It was awfully vague and indefinite.\\nHe felt his heart beat against his ribs a cold sweat\\nbroke out upon his forehead he lay for some time in a\\nstate of violent agitation nothing, however, occurred to\\nincrease his alarm. His light gradually burnt down into\\nthe socket, and he fell asleep. When he awoke it was\\nbroad daylight the sun was peering through the cracks\\nof the window-shutters, and th\u00c2\u00ab birds were merrily sing-\\ning about the house. The bright cheery day soon put to\\nflight all the terrors of the preceding night. Dolph\\nlaughed, or rather tried to laugh, at all that had passed,\\nand endeavored to persuade himself that it was a mere\\nfreak of the imagination, conjured up by the stories he\\nhad heard but he was a little puzzled to find the door of\\nhis room locked on the inside, notwithstanding that he\\nhad positively seen it swing open as the footsteps had\\nentered. He returned to town in a state of considerable\\nperplexity but he determined to say nothing on the sub-\\nject, until his doubts were either confirmed or removed by\\nanother night s watching. His silence was a grievous dis-\\nappointment to the gossips who had gathered at the doc-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0510.jp2"}, "499": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EEYLIOEB. 477\\ntor s mansion. They had prepared their minds to hear\\ndireful tales, and were almost in a rage at being assured\\nhe had nothing to relate.\\nThe next night, then, Dolph repeated his vigil. He\\nnow entered the house with some trepidation. He was\\nparticular in examining the fastenings of all the doors,\\nand securing them well. He locked the door of his\\nchamber, and placed a chair against it then having dis-\\npatched his supper, he threw himself on his mattress\\nand endeavored to sleep. It was all in vain a thousand\\ncrowding fancies kept him waking. The time slowly\\ndragged on, as if minutes were spinning themselves out\\ninto hours. As the night advanced, he grew more and\\nmore nervous and he almost started from his couch\\nwhen he heard the mysterious footstep again on the\\nstaircase. Up it came, as before, solemnly and slowly,\\ntramp tramp tramp It approached along the pas-\\nsage the door again swung open, as if there had been\\nneither lock nor impediment, and a strange-looking fig-\\nure stalked into the room. It was an elderly man, large\\nand robust, clothed in the old Flemish fashion. He had\\non a kind of short cloak, with a garment under it, belted\\nround the waist trunk-hose, with great bunches or bows\\nat the knees and a pair of russet boots, very large at top,\\nand standing widely from his legs. His hat was broad\\nand slouched, with a feather trailing over one side. His\\niron-gray hair hung in thick masses on his neck and he\\nhad a short grizzled beard. He walked slowly round the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0511.jp2"}, "500": {"fulltext": "478 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nroom, as if examining that all was safe then, hanging\\nhis hat on a peg beside the door, he sat down in the\\nelbow-chair, and, leaning his elbow on the table, fixed\\nhis eyes on Dolph with an unmoving and deadening\\nstare.\\nDolph was not naturally a coward but he had been\\nbrought up in an implicit belief in ghosts and goblins.\\nA thousand stories came swarming to his mind that he\\nhad heard about this building and as he looked at this\\nstrange personage, with his uncouth garb, his pale visage,\\nhis grizzly beard, and his fixed, staring, fishlike eye, his\\nteeth began to chatter, his hair to rise on his head, and a\\ncold sweat to break out all over his body. How long he\\nremained in this situation he could not tell, for he was\\nlike one fascinated. He could not take his gaze off from\\nthe spectre but lay staring at him, with his whole intel-\\nlect absorbed in the contemplation. The old man re-\\nmained seated behind the table, without stirring, or turn-\\ning an eye, always keeping a dead steady glare upon\\nDolph. At length the household cock, from a neighbor-\\ning farm, clapped his wings, and gave a loud cheerful\\ncrow that rung over the fields. At the sound the old\\nman slowly rose, and took down his hat from the peg\\nthe door opened, and closed after him he was heard to\\ngo slowly down the staircase, tramp tramp tramp\\nand when he had got to the bottom, all was again silent.\\nDolph lay and listened earnestly counted every footfall\\nlistened, and listened, if the steps should return, until,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0512.jp2"}, "501": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0515.jp2"}, "502": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0516.jp2"}, "503": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGEB. 479\\nexhausted by watcliing and agitation, lie fell into a\\ntroubled sleep.\\nDaylight again brought fresh courage and assurance.\\nHe would fain have considered all that had passed as a\\nmere dream yet there stood the chair in which the un-\\nknown had seated himself there was the table on which\\nhe had leaned there was the peg on which he had hung\\nhis hat and there was the door, locked precisely as he\\nhimself had locked it, with the chair placed against it.\\nHe hastened down-stairs, and examined the doors and\\nwindows all were exactly in the same state in which he\\nhad left them, and there was no apparent way by which\\nany being could have entered and left the house, without\\nleaving some trace behind. Pooh! said Dolph to him-\\nself, it was all a dream but it would not do the\\nmore he endeavored to shake the scene off from his mind,\\nthe more it haunted him.\\nThough he persisted in a strict silence as to all that he\\n\\\\had seen or heard, yet his looks betrayed the uncomfort-\\nable night that he had passed. It was evident that there\\nwas something wonderful hidden under this mysterious\\nreserve. The doctor took him into the study, locked the\\ndoor, and sought to have a full and confidential commu-\\nnication but he could get nothing out of him. Frau Ilsy\\ntook him aside into the pantry, but to as little purpose\\nand Peter de Groodt held him by the button for a full\\nhour^ in the church-yard, the very place to get at the\\nbottom of a ghost-story, but came off not a whit wiser", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0517.jp2"}, "504": {"fulltext": "480 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nthan the rest. It is always the case, however, that one\\ntruth concealed makes a dozen current lies. It is like a\\nguinea locked up in a bank, that has a dozen paper\\nrepresentatives. Before the day was over, the neighbor-\\nhood was full of reports. Some said that Dolph Heyliger\\nwatched in the haunted house, with pistols loaded with\\nsilver bullets; others, that he had a long talk with a\\nspectre without a head others, that Doctor Knipper-\\nhausen and the sexton had been hunted down the Bowery\\nlane, and quite into town, by a legion of ghosts of their\\ncustomers. Some shook their heads, and thought it a\\nshame the doctor should put Dolph to pass the night\\nalone in that dismal house, where he might be spirited\\naway no one knew whither while others observed, with\\na shrug, that if the devil did carry off the youngster, it\\nwould be but taking his own.\\nThese rumors at length reached the ears of the good\\nDame Heyliger, and, as may be supposed, threw her into\\na terrible alarm. For her son to have opposed himself to\\ndanger from living foes, would have been nothing so\\ndreadful in her eyes, as to dare alone the terrors of the\\nhaunted house. She hastened to the doctor s, and passed\\na great part of the day in attempting to dissuade Dolph\\nfrom repeating his vigil; she told him a score of tales,\\nwhich her gossiping friends had just related to her, of\\npersons who had been carried off, when watching alone\\nin old ruinous houses. It was all to no effect. Dolph s\\npride, as well as curiosity, was piqued. He endeavored", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0518.jp2"}, "505": {"fulltext": "DOLPE HEYLIGEB. 481\\nto calm tlie apprehensions of his mother, and to assure\\nher that there was no truth in all the rumors she had\\nheard she looked at him dubiously and shook her head\\nbut finding his determination was not to be shaken, she\\nbrought him a little thick Dutch Bible, with brass clasps,\\nto take with him, as a sword wherewith to fight the pow-\\ners of darkness and, lest that might not be sufficient, the\\nhousekeeper gave him the Heidelberg catechism by way\\nof dagger.\\nThe next night, therefore, Dolph took up his quarters\\nfor the third time in the old mansion. Whether dream\\nor not, the same thing was repeated. Towards midnight,\\nwhen everything was still, the same sound echoed\\nthrough the empty halls, tramp tramp tramp The\\nstairs were again ascended the door again swung open\\nthe old man entered walked round the room hung up\\nhis hat, and seated himself by the table. The same fear\\nand trembling came over poor Dolph, though not in so\\nviolent a degree. He lay in the same way, motionless\\nand fascinated, staring at the figure, which regarded him\\nas before with a dead, fixed, chilling gaze. In this way\\nthey remained for a long time, till, by degrees, Dolph s\\ncourage began gradually to revive. Whether alive or\\ndead, this being had certainly some object in his visita-\\ntion and he recollected to have heard it said, spirits\\nhave no power to speak until spoken to. Summoning up\\nresolution, therefore, and making two or three attempts,\\nbefore he could get his parched tongue in motion, he ad-\\n31", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0519.jp2"}, "506": {"fulltext": "482 BRAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\ndressed the unknowrL in tlie most solemn form of adjura-\\ntion, and demanded to know what was the motive of his\\nvisit.\\nNo sooner had he finished, than the old man rose, took\\ndown his hat, the door opened, and he went out, looking\\nback upon Dolph just as he crossed the threshold, as if\\nexpecting him to follow. The youngster did not hesitate\\nan instant. He took the candle in his hand, and the\\nBible under his arm, and obeyed the tacit invitation.\\nThe candle emitted a feeble, uncertain ray, but still he\\ncould see the figure before him slowly descend the stairs.\\nHe followed trembling. When it had reached the bottom\\nof the stairs, it turned through the hall towards the back\\ndoor of the mansion. Dolph held the light over the bal-\\nustrades but, in his eagerness to catch a sight of the\\nunknown, he flared his feeble taper so suddenly, that it\\nwent out. Still there was sufficient light from the pale\\nmoonbeams, that fell through a narrow window, to give\\nhim an indistinct view of the figure, near the door. He\\nfollowed, therefore, down stairs, and turned towards the\\nplace but when he arrived there, the unknown had dis-\\nappeared. The door remained fast barred and bolted;\\nthere was no other mode of exit yet the being, whatever\\nhe might be, was gone. He unfastened the door, and\\nlooked out into the fields. It was a hazy, moonlight\\nnight, so that the eye could distinguish objects at some\\ndistance. He thought he saw the unknown in a footpath\\nwhich led firom the door. He was not mistaken but how", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0520.jp2"}, "507": {"fulltext": "BOLPR HEYLIGEB. 483\\nhad he got out of the house He did not pause to think,\\nbut followed on. The old man proceeded at a measured\\npace, without looking about him, his footsteps sounding\\non the hard ground. He passed through the orchard of\\napple-trees, always keeping the footpath. It led to a\\nwell, situated in a little hollow, which had supplied the\\nfarm with water. Just at this well Dolph lost sight of\\nhim. He rubbed his eyes and looked again but nothing\\nwas to be seen of the unknown. He reached the well;\\nbut nobody was there. All the surrounding ground was\\nopen and clear there was no bush nor hiding-place. He\\nlooked down the well, and saw, at a great depth, the re-\\nflection of the sky in the still water. After remaining\\nhere for some time, without seeing or hearing anything\\nmore of his mysterious conductor, he returned to the\\nhouse, full of awe and wonder. He bolted the door,\\ngroped his way back to bed, and it was long before he\\ncould compose himself to sleep.\\nHis dreams were strange and troubled. He thought\\nhe was following the old man along the side of a great\\nriver, until they came to a vessel on the point of sailing\\nand that his conductor led him on board and vanished.\\nHe remembered the commander of the vessel, a short\\nswarthy man, with crisped black hair, blind of one eye,\\nand lame of one leg but the rest of his dream was very\\nconfused. Sometimes he was sailing; sometimes on\\nshore now amidst storms and tempests, and now wan-\\ndering quietly in unknown streets. The figure of the old", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0521.jp2"}, "508": {"fulltext": "484 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nman was strangely mingled up witli the incidents of tlie\\ndream, and the whole distinctly wound up by his finding\\nhimself on board of the vessel again, returning home,\\nwith a great bag of money\\nWhen he woke, the gray, cool light of dawn was streak-\\ning the horizon, and the cocks passing the reveille from\\nfarm to farm throughout the country. He rose more\\nharassed and perplexed than ever. He was singularly\\nconfounded by all that he had seen and dreamt, and be-\\ngan to doubt whether his mind was not affected, and\\nwhether all that passing in his thoughts might not be\\nmere feverish fantasy. In his present state of mind, he\\ndid not feel disposed to return immediately to the doc-\\ntor s, and undergo the cross-questioning of the house-\\nhold. He made a scanty breakfast, therefore, on the re-\\nmains of the last night s provisions, and then wandered\\nout into the fields to meditate on all that had befallen\\nhim. Lost in thought, he rambled about, gradually ap-\\nproaching the town, until the morning was far advanced,\\nwhen he was aroused by a hurry and bustle around him.\\nHe found himself near the water s edge, in a throng of\\npeople, hurrying to a pier, where was a vessel ready to\\nmake sail. He was unconsciously carried along by the\\nimpulse of the crowd, and found that it was a sloop, on\\nthe point of sailing up the Hudson to Albany. There was\\nmuch leave-taking, and kissing of old women and chil-\\ndren, and great activity in carrying on board baskets of\\nbread and cakes, and provisions of all kinds, notwith-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0522.jp2"}, "509": {"fulltext": "BOLPH EEYLIGEB. 485\\nstanding the mighty joints of meat that dangled over the\\nstern for a voyage to Albany was an expedition of great\\nmoment in those days. The commander of the sloop was\\nhurrying about, and giving a world of orders, which were\\nnot very strictly attended to one man being busy in\\nlighting his pipe, and another in sharpening his snicker-\\nsnee.\\nThe appearance of the commander suddenly caught\\nDolph s attention. He was short and swarthy, with\\ncrisped black hair blind of one eye and lame of one leg\\nthe very commander that he had seen in his dream\\nSurprised and aroused, he considered the scene more\\nattentively, and recalled still further traces of his dream\\nthe appearance of the vessel, of the river, and of images,\\na variety of other objects accorded with the imperfect\\nvaguely rising to recollection.\\nAs he stood musing on these circumstances, the cap-\\ntain suddenly called out to him in Dutch, Step on board,\\nyoung man, or you ll be left behind he was startled by\\nthe summons he saw that the sloop was cast loose, and\\nwas actually moving from the pier it seemed as if he was\\nactuated by some irresistible impulse he sprang upon\\nthe deck, and the next moment the sloop was hurried off\\nby the wind and tide. Dolph s thoughts and feelings\\nwere all in tumult and confusion. He had been strongly\\nworked upon by the events which had recently befallen\\nhim, and could not but think there was some connection\\nbetween his present situation and his last night s dream.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0523.jp2"}, "510": {"fulltext": "486 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nHe felt as if under supernatural influence and tried to\\nassure himself with an old and favorite maxim of his,\\nthat one way or other all would turn out for the best.\\nFor a moment, the indignation of the doctor at his de-\\nparture, without leave, passed across his mind, but that\\nwas matter of little moment; then he thought of the\\ndistress of his mother at his strange disappearance, and\\nthe idea gave him a sudden pang he would have en-\\ntreated to be put on shore but he knew with such wind\\nand tide the entreaty would have been in vain. Then the\\ninspiring love of novelty and adventure came rushing in\\nfull tide through his bosom he felt himself launched\\nstrangely and suddenly on the world, and under full way\\nto explore the regions of wonder that lay up this mighty\\nriver, and beyond those blue mountains which had\\nbounded his horizon since childhood. While he was lost\\nin this whirl of thought, the sails strained to the breeze\\nthe shores seemed to hurry away behind him and be-\\nfore he perfectly recovered his self-possession, the sloop\\nwas ploughing her way past Spiking-devil and Yonkers,\\nand the tallest chimney of the Manhattoes had faded\\nfrom his sight.\\nI have said that a voyage up the Hudson in those days\\nwas an undertaking of some moment indeed, it was as\\nmuch thought of as a voyage to Europe is at present.\\nThe sloops were often many days on the way; the cau-\\ntious navigators taking in sail when it blew fresh, and\\ncoming to ancjior at night and stopping to send the boat", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0524.jp2"}, "511": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGER. 487\\nashore for milk for tea without whicli it was impossible\\nfor the worthy old lady passengers to subsist. And there\\nwere the much-talked-of perils of the Tappaan Zee, and\\nthe highlands. In short, a prudent Dutch burgher would\\ntalk of such a voyage for months, and even years, before-\\nhand and never undertook it without putting his affairs\\nin order, making his will, and having prayers said for\\nhim in the Low Dutch churches.\\nIn the course of such a voyage, therefore, Dolph was\\nsatisfied he would have time enough to reflect, and to\\nmake up his mind as to what he should do when he ar-\\nrived at Albany. The captain, with his blind eye, and\\nlame leg, would, it is true, bring his strange dream to\\nmind, and perplex him sadly for a few moments but of\\nlate his life had been made up so much of dreams and\\nrealities, his nights and days had been so jumbled to-\\ngether, that he seemed to be moving continually in a\\ndelusion. There is always, however, a kind of vagabond\\nconsolation in a man s having nothing in this world to\\nlose with this Dolph comforted his heart, and deter-\\nmined to make the most of the present enjoyment.\\nIn the second day of the voyage they came to the\\nhighlands. It was the latter part of a calm, sultry day,\\nthat they floated gently with the tide between these stern\\nmountains. There was that perfect quiet which prevails\\nover nature in the languor of summer heat the turning\\nof a plank, or the accidental falling of an oar on deck,\\nwas echoed from the mountain-side, and reverberated", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0525.jp2"}, "512": {"fulltext": "488 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nalong tlie shores and if by chance the captain gave a\\nshout of command, there were airy tongues which mocked\\nit from every cliff.\\nDolph gazed about him in mute delight and wonder\\nat these scenes of nature s magnificence. To the left the\\nDunderberg reared its woody precipices, height over\\nheight, forest over forest, away into the deep summer\\nsky. To the right, strutted forth the bold promontory of\\nAntony s Nose, with a solitary eagle wheeling about it\\nwhile beyond, mountain succeeded to mountain, until\\nthey seemed to lock their arms together, and confine this\\nmighty river in their embraces. There was a feeling of\\nquiet luxury in gazing at the broad, green bosoms here\\nand there scooped out among the precipices or at\\nwoodlands high in air, nodding over the edge of some\\nbeetling bluff, and their foliage all transparent in the\\nyellow sunshine.\\nIn the midst of his admiration, Dolph remarked a\\npile of bright, snowy clouds, peering above the western\\nheights. It was succeeded by another, and another, each\\nseemingly pushing onwards its predecessor, and tower-\\ning, with dazzling brilliancy, in the deep-blue atmos-\\nphere and now muttering peals of thunder were faintly\\nheard rolling behind the mountains. The river, hitherto\\nstill and glassy, reflecting pictures of the sky and land,\\nnow showed a dark ripple at a distance, as the breeze\\ncame creeping up it. The fish-hawks wheeled and\\nscreamed, and sought their nests on the high dry trees", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0526.jp2"}, "513": {"fulltext": "DOLPE HETLIQEB. 489\\nthe crows flew clamorously to the crevices of the rocks,\\nand all nature seemed conscious of the approaching\\nthunder-gust.\\nThe clouds now rolled in volumes over the mountain-\\ntops their summits still bright and snowy, but the\\nlower parts of an inky blackness. The rain began to\\npatter down in broad and scattered drops the wind\\nfreshened, and curled up the waves at length it seemed\\nas if the bellying clouds were torn open by the moun-\\ntain-tops, and complete torrents of rain came rattling\\ndown. The lightning leaped from cloud to cloud, and\\nstreamed quivering against the rocks, splitting and rend-\\ning the stoutest forest-trees. The thunder burst in tre-\\nmendous explosions the peals were echoed from moun-\\ntain to mountain; they crashed upon Dunderberg, and\\nrolled up the long defile of the highlands, each headland\\nmaking a new echo, until old Bull Hill seemed to bellow\\nback the storm.\\nFor a time the scudding rack and mist, and the sheeted\\nrain, almost hid the landscape from the sight. There\\nwas a fearful gloom, illumined still more fearfully by the\\nstreams of lightning which glittered among the rain-\\ndrops. Never had Dolph beheld such an absolute war-\\nring of the elements it seemed as if the storm was\\ntearing and rending its way through this mountain\\ndefile, and had brought all the artillery of heaven into\\naction.\\nThe vessel was hurried on by the increasing wind, until", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0527.jp2"}, "514": {"fulltext": "490 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nshe came to wliere tlie river makes a sudden bend, the\\nonly one in tlie wliole course of its majestic career.*\\nJust as tliey turned tlie point, a violent flaw of wind came\\nsweeping down a mountain gully, bending tbe forest be-\\nfore it, and, in a moment, lashing up tlie river into white\\nfroth and foam. The captain saw the danger, and cried\\nout to lower the sail. Before the order could be obeyed,\\nthe flaw struck the sloop, and threw her on her beam\\nends. Everything now was fright and confusion the\\nflapping of the sails, the whistling and rushing of the\\nwind, the bawling of the captain and crew, the shrieking\\nof the passengers, all mingled with the rolling and bel-\\nlowing of the thunder. In the midst of the uproar the\\nsloop righted at the same time the mainsail shifted, the\\nboom came sweeping the quarter-deck, and Dolph, who\\nwas gazing unguardedly at the clouds, found himself, in a\\nmoment, floundering in the river.\\nFor once in his life one of his idle accomplishments\\nwas of use to him. The many truant hours he had de-\\nvoted to sporting in the Hudson had made him an expert\\nswimmer yet with all his strength and skill he found\\ngreat difficulty in reaching the shore. His disappear-\\nance from the deck had not been noticed by the crew,\\nwho were all occupied by their own danger. The sloop\\nwas driven along with inconceivable rapidity. She had\\nhard work to weather a long promontory on the eastern\\nThis must have been the bend at West Point.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0528.jp2"}, "515": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EETLIGEB. 491\\nshore, round wliicli the river turned, and which com-\\npletely shut her from Dolph s view.\\nIt was on a j)oint of the western shore that he landed,\\nand, scrambling up the rocks, threw himself, faint and ex-\\nhausted, at the foot of a tree. By degrees the thunder-\\ngust passed over. The clouds rolled away to the east,\\nwhere they lay piled in feathery masses, tinted with\\nthe last rosy rays of the sun. The distant play of the\\nlightning might be seen about the dark bases, and now\\nand then might be heard the faint muttering of the thun-\\nder. Dolph rose, and sought about to see if any path led\\nfrom the shore, but all was savage and trackless. The\\nrocks were piled upon each other great trunks of trees\\nlay shattered about, as they had been blown down by the\\nstrong winds which draw through these mountains, or\\nhad fallen through age. The rocks, too, were overhung\\nwith wild vines and briers, which completely matted\\nthemselves together, and opposed a barrier to all ingress\\nevery movement that he made shook down a shower from\\nthe dripping foliage. He attempted to scale one of these\\nalmost perpendicular heights; but, though strong and\\nagile, he found it an Herculean undertaking. Often he\\nwas supported merely by crumbling projections of the\\nrock, and sometimes he clung to roots and branches of\\ntrees, and hung almost suspended in the air. The wood-\\npigeon came cleaving his whistling flight by him, and the\\neagle screamed from the brow of the impending cliff. As\\nhe was thus clambering, he was on the point of seizing", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0529.jp2"}, "516": {"fulltext": "492 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nhold of a shrub to aid his ascent, when something rustled\\namong the leaves, and he saw a snake quivering along\\nlike lightning, almost from under his hand. It coiled it-\\nself up immediately, in an attitude of defiance, with flat-\\ntened head, distended jaws, and quickly vibrating tongue,\\nthat played like a little flame about its mouth. Dolph s\\nheart turned faint within him, and he had well-nigh let\\ngo his hold and tumbled down the precipice. The ser-\\npent stood on the defensive but for an instant and find-\\ning there was no attack, glided away into a cleft of the\\nrock. Dolph s eye followed it with fearful intensity, and\\nsaw a nest of adders, knotted, and writhing, and hissing in\\nthe chasm. He hastened with all speed from so fright-\\nful a neighborhood. His imagination, full of this new\\nhorror, saw an adder in every curling vine, and heard\\nthe tail of a rattlesnake in every dry leaf that rustled.\\nAt length he succeeded in scrambling to the summit\\nof a precipice but it was covered by a dense forest.\\nWherever he could gain a lookout between trees, he be-\\nheld heights and cliffs, one rising beyond another, until\\nhuge mountains overtopped the whole. There were no\\nsigns of cultivation no smoke curling among the trees\\nto indicate a human residence. Everything was wild and\\nsolitary. As he was standing on the edge of a precipice\\noverlooking a deep ravine fringed with trees, his feet\\ndetached a great fragment of rock it fell, crashing its\\nway through the tree-tops, down into the chasm. A\\nloud whoop, o,r rather yell, issued from the bottom of the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0530.jp2"}, "517": {"fulltext": "DOLPE HETLIOEB. 493\\nglen the moment after there was a report of a gun and\\na ball came whistling over his head, cutting the twigs\\nand leaves, and burying itself deep in the bark of a\\nchestnut-tree.\\nDolph did not wait for a second shot, but made a pre-\\ncipitate retreat fearing every moment to hear the enemy\\nin pursuit. He succeeded, however, in returning unmo-\\nlested to the shore, and determined to penetrate no far-\\nther into a country so beset with savage perils.\\nHe sat himself down, dripping, disconsolately, on a\\nstone. What was to be done where was he to shelter\\nhimself The hour of repose was approaching the birds\\nwere seeking their nests, the bat began to flit about in\\nthe twilight, and the night-hawk, soaring high in the\\nheaven, seemed to be calling out the stars. Night gradu-\\nally closed in, and wrapped everything in gloom and\\nthough it was the latter part of summer, the breeze\\nstealing along the river, and among these dripping for-\\nests, was chilly and penetrating, especially to a half-\\ndrowned man.\\nAs he sat drooping and despondent in this comfortless\\ncondition, he perceived a light gleaming through the\\ntrees near the shore, where the winding of the river made\\na deep bay. It cheered him with the hope of a human\\nhabitation, where he might get something to appease the\\nclamorous cravings of his stomach, and what was equally\\nnecessary in his shipwrecked condition, a comfortable\\nshelter for the night. With extreme difficulty he made", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0531.jp2"}, "518": {"fulltext": "494 BBACEBRIDOE HALL.\\nhis way toward the light, along ledges of rocks, down\\nwhich he was in danger of sliding into the river, and over\\ngreat trunks of fallen trees some of which had been\\nblown down in the late storm, and lay so thickly together\\nthat he had to struggle through their branches. At\\nlength he came to the brow of a rock overhanging a small\\ndell, whence the light proceeded. It was from a fire at\\nthe foot of a great tree in the midst of a grassy interval\\nor plat among the rocks. The fire cast up a red glare\\namong the gray crags, and impending trees leaving\\nchasms of deep gloom, that resembled entrances to cav-\\nerns. A small brook rippled close by, betrayed by the\\nquivering reflection of the flame. There were two figures\\nmoving about the fire, and others squatted before it. As\\nthey were between him and the light, they were in com-\\nplete shadow but one of them happening to move round\\nto the opposite side, Dolph was startled at perceiving, by\\nthe glare falling on painted features, and glittering on sil-\\nver ornaments, that he was an Indian. He now looked\\nmore narrowly, and saw guns leaning against a tree, and\\na dead body lying on the ground. Here was the very foe\\nthat had fired at him from the glen. He endeavored to\\nretreat quietly, not caring to intrust himself to these\\nhalf-human beings in so savage and lonely a place. It\\nwas too late the Indian, with that eagle quickness of eye\\nso remarkable in his race, perceived something stirring\\namong the bushes on the rock he seized one of the guns\\nthat leaned against the tree; one moment more, and", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0532.jp2"}, "519": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EETLIOEB. 495\\nDolpli miglit have had his passion for adventure cured\\nby a bullet. He halloed loudly, with the Indian saluta-\\ntion of friendship the whole party sprang upon their\\nfeet the salutation was returned, and the straggler was\\ninvited to join them at the fire.\\nOn approaching, he found, to his consolation, the party\\nwas composed of white men as well as Indians. One,\\nevidently the principal personage, or commander, was\\nseated on a trunk of a tree before the fire. He was a\\nlarge, stout man, somewhat advanced in life, but hale and\\nhearty. His face was bronzed almost to the color of an\\nIndian s he had strong but rather jovial features, an\\naquiline nose, and a mouth shaped like a mastiff s. His\\nface was half thrown in shade by a broad hat, with a\\nbuck s tail in it. His gray hair hung short in his neck.\\nHe wore a hunting-frock, with Indian leggins, and moc-\\ncasons, and a tomahawk in the broad wampum-belt\\nround his waist. As Dolph caught a distinct view of his\\nperson and features, something reminded him of the old\\nman of the haunted house. The man before him, how-\\never, was different in dress and age; he was more cheery\\ntoo in aspect, and it was hard to find where the vague\\nresemblance lay but a resemblance there certainly was.\\nDolph felt some degree of awe in approaching him but\\nwas assured by a frank, hearty welcome. He was still\\nfurther encouraged by perceiving that the dead body,\\nwhich had caused him some alarm, was that of a deer\\nand his satisfaction was complete in discerning, by", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0533.jp2"}, "520": {"fulltext": "496 BBACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nsavory steams from a kettle, suspended by a hooked stick\\nover tlie fire, that there was a part cooking for the even-\\ning s repast.\\nHe had, in fact, fallen in with a rambling hunting-\\nparty, such as often took place in those days among the\\nsettlers along the river. The hunter is always hospi-\\ntable and nothing makes men more social and uncere-\\nmonious than meeting in the wilderness. The com-\\nmander of the party poured out a dram of cheering\\nliquor, which he gave him with a merry leer, to warm his\\nheart and ordered one of his followers to fetch some\\ngarments from a pinnace, moored in a cove close by,\\nwhile those in which our hero was dripping might be\\ndried before the fire.\\nDolph found, as he had suspected, that the shot from\\nthe glen, which had come so near giving him his quietus\\nwhen on the precipice, was from the party before him.\\nHe had nearly crushed one of them by the fragments of\\nrock which he had detached and the jovial old hunter, in\\nthe broad hat and buck-tail, had fired at the place where\\nhe saw the bushes move, supposing it to be the sound of\\nsome wild animal. He laughed heartily at the blunder, it\\nbeing what is considered an exceeding good joke among\\nhunters but faith, my lad, said he, if I had but\\ncaught a glimpse of you to take sight at, you would have\\nfollowed the rock. Antony Yander Heyden is seldom\\nknown to miss his aim. These last words were at once\\na clue to Dolph s curiosity: and a few questions let", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0534.jp2"}, "521": {"fulltext": "DOLPE EEYLIOEB. 497\\nhim completely into the character of the man before him,\\nand of his band of woodland rangers. The commander in\\nthe broad hat and hunting-frock was no less a personage\\nthan the Heer Antony Yander Heyden, of Albany, of\\nwhom Dolph had many a time heard. He was, in fact,\\nthe hero of many a story, his singular humors and whim-\\nsical habits being matters of wonder to his quiet Dutch\\nneighbors. As he was a man of property, having had a\\nfather before him from whom he inherited large tracts of\\nwild land, and whole barrels full of wampum, he could\\nindulge his humors without control. Instead of staying\\nquietly at home, eating and drinking at regular meal-\\ntimes, amusing himself by smoking his pipe on the\\nbench before the door, and then turning into a comfort-\\nable bed at night, he delighted in all kinds of rough, wild\\nexpeditions never so happy as when on a hunting-party\\nin the wilderness, sleeping under trees or bark sheds, or\\ncruising down the river, or on some woodland lake, fish-\\ning and fowling, and living the Lord knows how.\\nHe was a great friend to Indians, and to an Indian\\nmode of life which he considered true natural liberty\\nand manly enjoyment. When at home he had always\\nseveral Indian hangers-on who loitered about his house,\\nsleeping like hounds in the sunshine or preparing hunt-\\ning and fishing tackle for some new expedition or shoot-\\ning at marks with bows and arrows.\\nOver these vagrant beings Heer Antony had as perfect\\ncommand as a huntsman over his pack though they\\n32", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0535.jp2"}, "522": {"fulltext": "498 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nwere great nuisances to tlie regular people of his neigli-\\nborhood. As lie was a rich man, no one ventured to\\nthwart his humors indeed, his hearty, joyous manner\\nmade him universally popular. He would troll a Dutch\\nsong as he tramped along the street hail every one a\\nmile off, and when he entered a house, would slap the\\ngood man familiarly on the back, shake him by the hand\\ntill he roared, and kiss his wife and daughter before his\\nface, in short, there was no pride nor ill humor about\\nHeer Antony.\\nBesides his Indian hangers-on, he had three or four\\nhumble friends among the white men, who looked up to\\nhim as a patron, and had the run of his kitchen, and the\\nfavor of being taken with him occasionally on his expe-\\nditions. With a medley of such retainers he was at\\npresent on a cruise along the shores of the Hudson, in a\\npinnace kept for his own recreation. There were two\\nwhite men with him, dressed partly in the Indian style,\\nwith moccasons and hunting-shirts the rest of his crew\\nconsisted of four favorite Indians. They had been prowl-\\ning about the river, without any definite object, until\\nthey found themselves in the highlands where they had\\npassed two or three days, hunting the deer which still\\nlingered among these mountains.\\nIt is lucky for you, young man, said Antony Vander\\nHeyden, that you happened to be knocked overboard\\nto-day, as to-morrow morning we start early on our re-\\nturn homewards; and you might then have looked in", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0536.jp2"}, "523": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGEB. 499\\nvain for a meal among tlie mountains ^but come, lads,\\nstir about stir about Let s see what prog we have for\\nsupper the kettle has boiled long enough my stomach\\ncries cupboard and I ll warrant our guest is in no mood\\nto dally with his trencher.\\nThere was a bustle now in the little encampment one\\ntook off the kettle and turned a part of the contents into\\na huge wooden bowl. Another prepared a flat rock for\\na table while a third brought various utensils from the\\npinnace Heer Antony himself brought a flask or two of\\nprecious liquor from his own private locker; knowing\\nhis boon companions too well to trust any of them with\\nthe key.\\nA rude but hearty repast was soon spread consisting\\nof venison smoking from the kettle, with cold bacon,\\nboiled Indian corn, and mighty loaves of good brown\\nhousehold bread. Never had Dolph made a more deli-\\ncious repast and when he had washed it down with two\\nor three draughts from the Heer Antony s flask, and felt\\nthe jolly liquor sending its warmth through his veins,\\nand glowing round his very heart, he would not have\\nchanged his situation, no, not with the governor of the\\nprovince.\\nThe Heer Antony, too, grew chirping and joyous told\\nhalf a dozen fat stories, at which his white followers\\nlaughed immoderately, though the Indians, as usual,\\nmaintained an invincible gravity.\\nThis is your true life, my boy said he, slapping", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0537.jp2"}, "524": {"fulltext": "500 bbacebhidge hall.\\nDolpli on tlie stoulder a man is never a man till he\\ncan defy wind and weather, range woods and wilds, sleep\\nunder a tree, and live on bass-wood leaves\\nAnd then would he sing a stave or two of a Dutch\\ndrinking-song, swaying a short swab Dutch bottle in his\\nhand, while his myrmidons would join in the chorus,\\nuntil the woods echoed again; as the good old song\\nhas it,\\nThey all -witli a shout made the elements ring\\nSo soon as the office was o er,\\nTo feasting they went, with true merriment,\\nAnd tippled strong liquor giUore.\\nIn the midst of his joviality, however, Heer Antony did\\nnot lose sight of discretion. Though he pushed the bot-\\ntle without reserve to Dolph, he always took care to help\\nhis followers himself, knowing the beings he had to deal\\nwith and was particular in granting but a moderate al-\\nlowance to the Indians. The repast being ended, the In-\\ndians having drunk their liquor, and smoked their pipes,\\nnow wrapped themselves in their blankets, stretched\\nthemselves on the ground, with their feet to 4;he fire, and\\nsoon fell asleep, like so many tired hounds. The rest of\\nthe party remained chatting before the fire, which the\\ngloom of the forest, and the dampness of the air from the\\nlate storm, rendered extremely grateful and comforting.\\nThe conversation gradually moderated from the hilarity\\nof supper-time, and turned upon hunting-adventures, and\\nexploits and perils in the wilderness, many of which were", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0538.jp2"}, "525": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HETLIQEB. 501\\nSO strange and improbable, tliat I will not venture to re-\\npeat them, lest the veracity of Antony Yander Heyden\\nand his comrades should be brought into question.\\nThere were many legendary tales told, also, about the\\nriver, and the settlements on its borders in which valu-\\nable kind of lore the Heer Antony seemed deeply versed.\\nAs the sturdy bush-beater sat in a twisted root of a tree,\\nthat served him for an arm-chair, dealing forth these\\nwild stories, with the fire gleaming on his strongly\\nmarked visage, Dolph was again repeatedly perplexed by\\nsomething that reminded him of the phantom of the\\nhaunted house some vague resemblance not to be fixed\\nupon any precise feature or lineament, but pervading the\\ngeneral air of his countenance and figure.\\nThe circumstance of Dolph s falling overboard led to\\nthe relation of divers disasters and singular mishaps that\\nhad befallen voyagers on this great river, particularly in\\nthe earlier periods of colonial history; most of which\\nthe Heer deliberately attributed to supernatural causes.\\nDolph stared at this suggestion but the old gentleman\\nassured him it was very currently believed by the settlers\\nalong the river, that these highlands were under the do-\\nminion of supernatural and mischievous beings, which\\nseemed to have taken some pique against the Dutch\\ncolonists in the early time of the settlement. In conse-\\nquence of this, they have ever taken particular delight in\\nventing their spleen, and indulging their humors, upon\\nthe Dutch skippers bothering them with flaws, head-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0539.jp2"}, "526": {"fulltext": "502 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nwinds, counter-currents, and all kinds of impediments\\ninsomuch., that a Dutch navigator was always obliged to\\nbe exceedingly wary and deliberate in his proceedings\\nto come to anchor at dusk to drop his peak, or take in\\nsail, whenever he saw a swag-bellied cloud rolling over\\nthe mountains in short, to take so many precautions,\\nthat he was often apt to be an incredible time in toiling\\nup the river.\\nSome, he said, believed these mischievous powers of\\nthe air to be the evil spirits conjured up by the Indian\\nwizards, in the early times of the province, to revenge\\nthemselves on the strangers who bad dispossessed them\\nof their country. They even attributed to their incanta-\\ntions the misadventure which befell the renowned Hen-\\ndrick Hudson, when he sailed so gallantly up tbis river\\nin quest of a northwest passage, and, as he thought, ran\\nhis ship aground which they affirm was nothing more\\nnor less than a spell of these same wizards, to prevent\\nhis getting to China in this direction.\\nThe greater part, however, Heer Antony observed, ac-\\ncounted for all the extraordinary circumstances attending\\nthis river, and the perplexities of the skippers who navi-\\ngated it, by the old legend of the Storm-ship which\\nhaunted Point-no-point. On finding Dolph to be utterly\\nignorant of this tradition, the Heer stared at him for a\\nmoment with surprise, and wondered where he had\\npassed his life, to be uninformed on so important a point\\nof history. To pass away the remainder of the evening,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0540.jp2"}, "527": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGEB. 503\\ntherefore, lie undertook the tale, as far as his memory\\nwould serve, in the yery words in which it had been\\nwritten out by Mynheer Selyne, an early poet of the New\\nNetherlandts. Giving, then, a stir to the fire, that sent\\nup its sparks among the trees like a little volcano, he ad-\\njusted himself comfortably in his root of a tree, and\\nthrowing back his head, and closing his eyes for a few\\nmoments, to summon up his recollection, he related the\\nfollowing legend.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0541.jp2"}, "528": {"fulltext": "THE STOKM-SHIP.\\nN the golden age of tlie province of the New\\nNetherlands, when under the sway of Wouter\\nYan Twiller, otherwise called the Doubter, the\\npeople of the Manhattoes were alarmed one sultry after-\\nnoon, just about the time of the summer solstice, by a\\ntremendous storm of thunder and lightning. The rain\\nfell in such torrents as absolutely to spatter up and\\nsmoke along the ground. It seemed as if the thunder\\nrattled and rolled over the very roofs of the houses the\\nlightning was seen to play about the church of St. Nicho-\\nlas, and to strive thr^e times, in vain, to strike its\\nweather-cock. Garret Yan Home s new chimney was\\nsplit almost from top to bottom and Doffue Milde-\\nberger was struck speechless from his bald-faced mare,\\njust as he was riding into town. In a word, it was one\\nof those unparalleled storms which only happen once\\nwithin the memory of that venerable personage known in\\nall towns by the appellation of the oldest inhabitant.\\nGreat was the terror of the good old women of the\\nManhattoes. They gathered their children together, and\\ntook refuge in the cellars after having hung a shoe on\\nthe iron point of every bedpost, lest it should attract the\\n504", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0542.jp2"}, "529": {"fulltext": "THE 8T0BM-SHIP. 505\\nlightning. At length the storm abated the thunder sank\\ninto a growl, and the setting sun, breaking from under the\\nfringed borders of the clouds, made the broad bosom of\\nthe bay to gleam like a sea of molten gold.\\nThe word was given from the fort that a ship was\\nstanding up the bay. It passed from mouth to mouth,\\nand street to street, and soon put the little capital in a\\nbustle. The arrival of a ship, in those early times of the\\nsettlement, was an event of vast importance to the inhab-\\nitants. It brought them news from the old world, from\\nthe land of their birth, from which they were so com-\\npletely severed to the yearly ship, too, they looked for\\ntheir supply of luxuries, of finery, of comforts, and almost\\nof necessaries. The good vrouw could not have her new\\ncap nor new gown until the arrival of the ship the artist\\nwaited for it for his tools, the burgomaster for his pipe\\nand his supply of Hollands, the schoolboy for his top and\\nmarbles, and the lordly landholder for the bricks with\\nwhich he was to build his new mansion. Thus every one,\\nrich and poor, great and small, looked out for the arrival\\nof the ship. It was the great yearly event of the town of\\nNew Amsterdam and from one end of the year to the\\nother, the ship the ship the ship was the continual\\ntopic of conversation.\\nThe news from the fort, therefore, brought all the pop-\\nulace down to the Battery, to behold the wished-for sight.\\nIt was not exactly the time when she had been expected\\nto arrive, and the circumstance was a matter of some", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0543.jp2"}, "530": {"fulltext": "506 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nspeculation. Many were the groups collected about the\\nBattery. Here and there might be seen a burgomaster,\\nof slow and pompous gravity, giving his opinion with\\ngreat confidence to a crowd of old women and idle boys.\\nAt another place was a knot of old weather-beaten fel-\\nlows, who had been seamen or fishermen in their times,\\nand were great authorities on such occasions these gave\\ndifferent opinions, and caused great disputes among their\\nseveral adherents but the man most looked up to, and\\nfollowed and watched by the crowd, was Hans Van Pelt,\\nan old Dutch sea-captain retired from service, the nau-\\ntical oracle of the place. He reconnoitred the ship\\nthrough an ancient telescope, covered with tarry canvas,\\nhummed a Dutch tune to himself, and said nothing. A\\nhum, however, from Hans Van Pelt, had always more\\nweight with the public than a speech from another\\nman.\\nIn the meantime the ship became more distinct to the\\nnaked eye: she was a stout, round, Dutch-built vessel,\\nwith high bow and poop, and bearing Dutch colors. The\\nevening sun gilded her bellying canvas, as she came rid-\\ning over the long waving billows. The sentinel who had\\ngiven notice of her approach, declared, that he first got\\nsight of her when she was in the centre of the bay and\\nthat she broke suddenly on his sight, just as if she had\\ncome out of the bosom of the black thunder-cloud. The\\nby-standers looked at Hans Van Pelt, to see what he\\nwould say to ;this report Hans Van Pelt screwed his", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0544.jp2"}, "531": {"fulltext": "THE ST0BM-8EIP. 507\\nmoutli closer together, and said notliing; upon whicli\\nsome shook their heads, and others shrugged their shoul-\\nders.\\nThe ship was now repeatedly hailed, but made no re-\\nply, and passing by the fort, stood on up the Hudson.\\nA gun was brought to bear on her, and, with some diffi-\\nculty, loaded and fired by Hans Van Pelt, the garrison\\nnot being expert in artillery. The shot seemed abso-\\nlutely to pass through the ship, and to skip along the\\nwater on the other side, but no notice was taken of it\\nWhat was strange, she had all her sails set, and sailed\\nright against wind and tide, which were both down the\\nriver. Upon this Hans Yan Pelt, who was likewise har-\\nbor-master, ordered his boat, and set off to board her\\nbut after rowing two or three hours, he returned without\\nsuccess. Sometimes he would get within one or two\\nhundred yards of her, and then, in a twinkling, she\\nwould be half a mile off. Some said it was because his\\noarsmen, who were rather pursy and short-winded,\\nstopped every now and then to take breath, and spit\\non their hands; but this it is probable was a mere\\nscandal. He got near enough, however, to see the crew\\nwho were all dressed in the Dutch style, the officers in\\ndoublets and high hats and feathers; not a word was\\nspoken by any one on board they stood as motionless\\nas so many statues, and the ship seemed as if left to her\\nown government. Thus she kept on, away up the river,\\nlessening and lessening in the evening sunshine, until", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0545.jp2"}, "532": {"fulltext": "508 BRAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nshe faded from sight, like a little white cloud melting\\naway in the summer sky.\\nThe appearance of this ship threw the governor into\\none of the deepest doubts that ever beset him in the\\nwhole course of his administration. Fears were enter-\\ntained for the security of the infant settlements on the\\nriver, lest this might be an enemy s ship in disguise, sent\\nto take possession. The governor called together his\\ncouncil repeatedly to assist him with their conjectures.\\nHe sat in his chair of state, built of timber from the\\nsacred forest of the Hague, smoking his long jasmin\\npipe, and listening to all that his counsellors had to say\\non a subject about which they knew nothing; but in\\nspite of all the conjecturing of the sagest and oldest\\nheads, the governor still continued to doubt.\\nMessengers were dispatched to different places on the\\nriver but they returned without any tidings the ship\\nhad made no port. Day after day, and week after week,\\nelapsed, but she never returned down the Hudson. As,\\nhowever, the council seemed solicitous for intelligence,\\nthey had it in abundance. The captains of the sloops\\nseldom arrived without bringing some report of having\\nseen the strange ship at different parts of the river;\\nsometimes near the Pallisadoes, sometimes off Croton\\nPoint, and sometimes in the highlands; but she never\\nwas reported as having been seen above the highlands.\\nThe crews of the sloops, it is true, generally differed\\namong themselves in their accounts of these apparitions", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0546.jp2"}, "533": {"fulltext": "THE STORM- SHIP. 509\\nbut that may have arisen from the uncertain situations in\\nwhich they saw her. Sometimes it was by the flashes of\\nthe thunder-storm lighting up a pitchy night, and giving\\nglimpses of her careering across Tappaan Zee, or the\\nwide waste of Haverstraw Bay. At one moment she\\nwould appear close upon them, as if likely to run them\\ndown, and would throw them into great bustle and\\nalarm but the next flash would show her far off, always\\nsailing against the wind. Sometimes, in quiet moon-\\nlight nights, she would be seen under some high bluff\\nof the highlands, all in deep shadow, excepting her top-\\nsails glittering in the moonbeams by the time, however,\\nthat the voyagers reached the place, no ship was to be\\nseen and when they had passed on for some distance,\\nand looked back, behold there she was again, with her\\ntopsails in the moonshine Her appearance was always\\njust after, or just before, or just in the midst of unruly\\nweather; and she was known among the skippers and\\nvoyagers of the Hudson by the name of the storm-\\nship.\\nThese reports perplexed the governor and his council\\nmore than ever and it would be endless to repeat the\\nconjectures and opinions uttered on the subject. Some\\nquoted cases in point, of ships seen off the coast of New\\nEngland, navigated by witches and goblins. Old Hans\\nVan Pelt, who had been more than once to the Dutch\\ncolony at the Cape of Good Hope, insisted that this must\\nbe the flying Dutchman, which had so long haunted", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0547.jp2"}, "534": {"fulltext": "510 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nTable Bay; but being unable to make port, had now\\nsought another harbor. Others suggested, that, if it\\nreally was a supernatural apparition, as there was every\\nnatural reason to believe, it might be Hendrick Hudson,\\nand his crew of the Halfmoon who, it was well known,\\nhad once run aground in the upper part of the river in\\nseeking a northwest passage to China. This opinion had\\nvery little weight with the governor, but it passed cur-\\nrent out of doors for indeed it had already been re-\\nported, that Hendrick Hudson and his crew haunted\\nthe Kaatskill Mountains and it appeared very reasona-\\nble to suppose, that his ship might infest the river where\\nthe enterprise was baffled, or that it might bear the\\nshadowy crew to their periodical revels in the mountain.\\nOther events occurred to occupy the thoughts and\\ndoubts of the sage Wouter and his council, and the\\nstorm-ship ceased to be a subject of deliberation at the\\nboard. It continued, however, a matter of popular belief\\nand marvellous anecdote through the whole time of the\\nDutch government, and particularly just before the cap-\\nture of New Amsterdam, and the subjugation of the\\nprovince by the English squadron. About that time the\\nstorm-ship was repeatedly seen in the Tappaan Zee, and\\nabout Weehawk, and even down as far as Hoboken and\\nher appearance was supposed to be ominous of the ap-\\nproaching squall in public affairs, and the downfall of\\nDutch domination.\\nSince that time we have no authentic accounts of her", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0548.jp2"}, "535": {"fulltext": "TEE 8T0BM-8HIP. 511\\nthougli it is said she still haunts the highlands, and\\ncruises about Point-no-point. People who live along the\\nriver insist that they sometimes see her in summer moon-\\nlight and that in a deep still midnight they have heard\\nthe chant of her crew, as if heaving the lead but sights\\nand sounds are so deceptive along the mountainous\\nshores, and about the wide bays and long reaches of this\\ngreat river, that I confess I have very strong doubts upon\\nthe subject.\\nIt is certain, nevertheless, that strange things have\\nbeen seen in these highlands in storms, which are con-\\nsidered as connected with the old story of the ship. The\\ncaptains of the river craft talk of a little bulbous-bot-\\ntomed Dutch goblin, in trunk-hose and sugar-loafed hat,\\nwith a speaking-trumpet in his hand, which they say\\nkeeps about the Dunderberg.* They declare that they\\nhave heard him, in stormy weather, in the midst of the\\nturmoil, giving orders in Low Dutch for the piping up of\\na fresh gust of wind, or the rattling off of another thun-\\nder-clap. That sometimes he has been seen surrounded\\nby a crew of little imps in broad breeches and short\\ndoublets tumbling head-over-heels in the rack and mist,\\nand playing a thousand gambols in the air or buzzing\\nlike a swarm of flies about Antony s Nose and that, at\\nsuch times, the hurry-scurry of the storm was always\\ngreatest. One time a sloop, in passing by the Dunder-\\ni. e.. The Thunder-Mountain, so called from its echoes.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0549.jp2"}, "536": {"fulltext": "512 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nberg, was OTertaken by a tliunder-gust, that came scour-\\ning round tlie mountain, and seemed to burst just over\\nthe vessel. Though tight and well ballasted, she labored\\ndreadfully, and the water came over the gunwale. All\\nthe crew were amazed when it was discovered that there\\nwas a little white sugar-loaf hat on the mast-head, known\\nat once to be the hat of the Heer of the Dunderberg.\\nNobody, however, dared to climb to the mast-head, and\\nget rid of this terrible hat. The sloop continued laboring\\nand rocking, as if she would have rolled her mast over-\\nboard, and seemed in continual danger either of upset-\\nting or of running on shore. In this way she drove quite\\nthrough the highlands, until she had passed Pollopol s\\nIsland, where, it is said, the jurisdiction of the Dunder-\\nberg potentate ceases. No sooner had she passed this\\nbourn, than the little hat spun up into the air like a top,\\nwhirled up all the clouds into a vortex, and hurried them\\nback to the summit of the Dunderberg while the sloop\\nrighted herself, and sailed on as quietly as if in a mill-\\npond. Nothing saved her from utter wreck but the for-\\ntunate circumstance of having a horse-shoe nailed against\\nthe mast, a wise precaution against evil spirits, since\\nadopted by all the Dutch captains that navigate this\\nhaunted river.\\nThere is another story told of this foul-weather urchin,\\nby Skipper Daniel Ouselsticker, of Fishkill, who was\\nnever known to tell a lie. He declared, that, in a severe\\nsquall, he saw him seated astride of his bowsprit, riding", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0550.jp2"}, "537": {"fulltext": "THE STORM-SHIP. 513\\nthe sloop ashore, full butt against Antony s Nose, and\\nthat he was exorcised by Dominie Van Gieson, of Esopus,\\nwho happened to be on board, and who sang the hymn of\\nSt. Nicholas whereupon the goblin threw himself up in\\nthe air like a ball, and went off in a whirlwind, carry-\\ning away with him the nightcap of the Dominie s wife\\nwhich was discovered the next Sunday morning hanging\\non the weather-cock of Esopus church-steeple, at least\\nforty miles off Several events of this kind having taken\\nplace, the regular skippers of the river, for a long time,\\ndid not venture to pass the Dunderberg without lowering\\ntheir peaks, out of homage to the Heer of the mountain\\nand it was observed that all such as paid this tribute of\\nrespect were suffered to pass unmolested.*\\nAmong the superstitions which prevailed in the colonies, during the\\nearly times of the settlements, there seems to have been a singular one\\nabout phantom ships. The superstitious fancies of men are always apt to\\nturn upon those objects which concern their daily occupations. The soli-\\ntary ship, which, from year to year, came like a raven in the wilderness,\\nbringing to the inhabitants of a settlement the comforts of life from the\\nworld from which they were cut ofE, was apt to be present to their dreams,\\nwhether sleeping or waking. The accidental sight from shore of a sail\\ngliding along the horizon in those as yet lonely seas, was apt to be a mat-\\nter of much talk and speculation. There is mention made in one of the\\nearly New England writers of a ship navigated by witches, with a great\\nhorse that stood by the mainmast. I have met with another story, some-\\nwhere, of a ship that drove on shore, in fair, sunny, tranquil weather,\\nwith sails all set, and a table spread in the cabin, as if to regale a number\\nof guests, yet not a living being on board. These phantom ships always\\nsailed in the eye of the wind or ploughed their way with great velocity,\\nmaking the smooth sea foam before their bows, when not a breath of air\\nwas stirring.\\nMoore has finely wrought up one of these legends of the sea into a little\\n33", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0551.jp2"}, "538": {"fulltext": "514 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nSuch, said Antony Yander Heyden, are a few of\\ntlie stories written down by Selyne, the poet, concerning\\nthe storm-ship, which he affirms to have brought a\\ncrew of mischievous imps into the province, from some\\nold ghost-ridden country of Europe. I could give a host\\nmore, if necessary for all the accidents that so often be-\\nfall the river craft in the highlands are said to be tricks\\nplayed off by these imps of the Dunderberg but I see\\nthat you are nodding, so let us turn in for the night.\\nThe moon had just raised her silver horns above the\\nround back of Old Bull Hill, and lit up the gray rocks\\nand shagged forests, and glittered on the waving bosom\\nof the river. The night-dew was falling, and the late\\ngloomy mountains began to soften and put on a gray\\naerial tint in the dewy light. The hunters stirred the\\nfire, and threw on fresh fuel to qualify the damp of the\\nnight-air. They then prepared a bed of branches and\\ndry leaves under a ledge of rocks for Dolph while An-\\ntony Vander Heyden, wrapping himself in a huge coat of\\nskins, stretched himself before the fire. It was some\\ntime, however, before Dolph could close his eyes. He\\nlay contemplating the strange scene before him the wild\\nwoods and rocks around the fire throwing fitful gleams\\non the faces of the sleeping savages and the Heer An-\\ntale, which, within a small compass, contains the very essence of this species\\nof supernatural fiction. I allude to his Spectre Ship, bound to Deadman s\\nIsle.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0552.jp2"}, "539": {"fulltext": "DOLPR HEYLiaEB. 515\\ntony, too, who so singularly, yet vaguely, reminded him\\nof the nightly visitant to the haunted house. Now and\\nthen he heard the cry of some wild animal from the\\nforest; or the hooting of the owl; or the notes of the\\nwhippoorwill, which seemed to abound among these\\nsolitudes; or the splash of a sturgeon, leaping out of\\nthe river and falling back full-length on its placid sur-\\nface. He contrasted all this with his accustomed nest\\nin the garret-room of the doctor s mansion where the\\nonly sounds at night were the church-clock telling the\\nhour the drowsy voice of the watchman, drawling out\\nall was well the deep snoring of the doctor s clubbed\\nnose from below-stairs or the cautious labors of some\\ncarpenter rat gnawing in the wainscot. His thoughts\\nthen wandered to his poor old mother what would she\\nthink of his mysterious disappearance what anxiety and\\ndistress would she not suffer This thought would con-\\ntinually intrude itself to mar his present enjoyment. It\\nbrought with it a feeling of pain and compunction, and\\nhe fell asleep with the tears yet standing in his eyes.\\nWere this a mere tale of fancy, here would be a fine\\nopportunity for weaving in strange adventures among\\nthese wild mountains, and roving hunters and, after in-\\nvolving my hero in a variety of perils and difficulties,\\nrescuing him from them all by some miraculous contriv-\\nance but as this is absolutely a true story, I must con-\\ntent myself with simple facts, and keep to probabilities.\\nAt an early hour of the next day, therefore, after a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0553.jp2"}, "540": {"fulltext": "516 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nhearty morning s meal, tlie encampment broke up, and\\nour adventurers embarked in tbe pinnace of Antony\\nYander Heyden. There being no wind for the sails, the\\nIndians rowed her gently along, keeping time to a kind\\nof chant of one of the white men. The day was serene\\nand beautiful the river without a wave and as the\\nvessel cleft the glassy water, it left a long, undulating\\ntrack behind. The crows, who had scented the hunters\\nbanquet, were already gathering and hovering in the air,\\njust where a column of thin, blue smoke, rising from\\namong the trees showed the place of their last night s\\nquarters. As they coasted along the bases of the moun-\\ntains, the Heer Antony pointed out to Dolph a bald\\neagle, the sovereign of these regions, who sat perched on\\na dry tree that projected over the river, and, with eye\\nturned upwards, seemed to be drinking in the splendor\\nof the morning sun. Their approach disturbed the\\nmonarch s meditations. He first spread one wing, and\\nthen the other; balanced himself for a moment; and\\nthen, quitting his perch with dignified composure,\\nwheeled slowly over their heads. Dolph snatched up a\\ngun, and sent a whistling ball after him, that cut some of\\nthe feathers from his wing the report of the gun leaped\\nsharply from rock to rock, and awakened a thousand\\nechoes but the monarch of the air sailed calmly on,\\nascending higher and higher, and wheeling widely as he\\nascended, soaring up the green bosom of the woody\\nmountain, until he disappeared over the brow of a beet-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0554.jp2"}, "541": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HETLIGEB. 5I7\\nling precipice. Dolpli felt in a manner rebuked by this\\nproud tranquillity, and almost reproached himself for\\nhaving so wantonly insulted this majestic bird. Heer\\nAntony told him, laughing, to remember that he was not\\nyet out of the territories of the lord of the Dunderberg\\nand an old Indian shook his head, and observed, that\\nthere was bad luck in killing an eagle the hunter, on\\nthe contrary, should always leave him a portion of his\\nspoils.\\nNothing, however, occurred to molest them on their\\nvoyage. They passed pleasantly through magnificent\\nand lonely scenes, until they came to where Pollopol s\\nIsland lay, like a floating bower at the extremity of the\\nhighlands. Here they landed, until the heat of the day\\nshould abate, or a breeze spring up that might supersede\\nthe labor of the oar. Some prepared the mid-day meal,\\nwhile others reposed under the shade of the trees, in\\nluxurious summer indolence, looking drowsily forth upon\\nthe beauty of the scene. On the one side were the\\nhighlands, vast and cragged, feathered to the top with\\nforests, and throwing their shadows on the glassy water\\nthat dimpled at their feet. On the other side was a wide\\nexpanse of the river, like a broad lake, with long sunny\\nreaches, and green headlands; and the distant line of\\nShawangunk mountains waving along a clear horizon, or\\ncheckered by a fleecy cloud.\\nBut I forbear to dwell on the particulars of their\\ncruise along the river; this vagrant, amphibious life,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0555.jp2"}, "542": {"fulltext": "518 BRACEBRinaE HALL.\\ncareering across silver sheets of water coasting wild\\nwoodland shores banqueting on shady promontories,\\nwith the spreading tree overhead, the river curling its\\nlight foam to one s feet, and distant mountain, and rock,\\nand tree, and snowj cloud, and deep-blue sky, all min-\\ngling in summer beauty before one all this, though\\nnever cloying in the enjoyment, would be but tedious in\\nnarration.\\nWhen encamped by the water-side, some of the party\\nwould go into the woods and hunt others would fish\\nsometimes they would amuse themselves by shooting at\\na mark, by leaping, by running, by wrestling and Dolph\\ngained great favor in the eyes of Antony Vander Heyden,\\nby his skill and adroitness in all these exercises which\\nthe Heer considered as the highest of manly accomplish-\\nments.\\nThus did they coast joUily on, choosing only the pleas-\\nant hours for voyaging; sometimes in the cool morning\\ndawn, sometimes in the sober evening twilight, and some-\\ntimes when the moonshine spangled the crisp curling\\nwaves that whispered along the sides of their little bark.\\nNever had Dolph felt so completely in his element never\\nhad he met with anything so completely to his taste as\\nthis wild hap-hazard life. He was the very man to second\\nAntony Yander Heyden in his rambling humors, and\\ngained continually on his affections. The heart of the old\\nbushwhacker yearned toward the young man, who seemed\\nthus growing up in his own likeness and as they ap-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0556.jp2"}, "543": {"fulltext": "BOLPH EEYLIGEB. 519\\nproaclied to the end of their voyage, lie could not help\\ninquiring a little into his history. Dolph frankly told\\nhim his course of life, his severe medical studies, his lit-\\ntle proj6.ciency, and his very dubious prospects. The\\nHeer was shocked to find that such amazing talents and\\naccomplishments were to be cramped and buried under a\\ndoctor s wig. He had a sovereign contempt for the heal-\\ning art, having never had any other physician than the\\nbutcher. He bore a mortal grudge to all kinds of study\\nalso, ever since he had been flogged about an unintelli-\\ngible book when he was a boy. But to think that a\\nyoung fellow like Dolph, of such wonderful abilities, who\\ncould shoot, fish, run, jump, ride, and wrestle, should be\\nobliged to roll pills, and administer juleps for a living\\ntwas monstrous He told Dolph never to despair, but\\nto throw physic to the dogs for a young fellow of\\nhis prodigious talents could never fail to make his way.\\nAs you seem to have no acquaintance in Albany, said\\nHeer Antony, you shall go home with me, and remain\\nunder my roof until you can look about you and in the\\nmeantime we can take an occasional bout at shooting and\\nfishing, for it is a pity that such talents should lie idle.\\nDolph, who was at the mercy of chance, was not hard\\nto be persuaded. Indeed, on turning over matters in his\\nmind, which he did very sagely and deliberately, he\\ncould not but think that Antony Yander Heyden was,\\nsomehow or other, connected with the story of the\\nHaunted House that the misadventure in the highlands,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0557.jp2"}, "544": {"fulltext": "520 BRACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwhicli liad thrown them so strangely together, was,\\nsomehow or other, to work out something good in\\nshort, there is nothing so convenient as this somehow-\\nor-other Way of accommodating one s self to circum-\\nstances it is the mainstay of a heedless actor, and tardy\\nreasoner, like Dolph Heyliger and he who can, in this\\nloose, easy way, link foregone evil fco anticipated good,\\npossesses a secret of happiness almost equal to the phi-\\nlosopher s stone.\\nOn their arrival at Albany, the sight of Dolph s com-\\npanion seemed to cause universal satisfaction. Many\\nwere the greetings at the river-side, and the salutations\\nin the streets the dogs bounded before him the boys\\nwhooped as he passed everybody seemed to know An-\\ntony Vander Heyden. Dolph followed on in silence, ad-\\nmiring the neatness of this worthy burgh for in those\\ndays Albany was in all its glory, and inhabited almost ex-\\nclusively by the descendants of the original Dutch set-\\ntlers, not having as yet been discovered and colonized by\\nthe restless people of New England. Everything was\\nquiet and orderly everything was conducted calmly and\\nleisurely; no hurry, no bustle, no struggling and scram-\\nbling for existence. The grass grew about the unpaved\\nstreets, and relieved the eye by its refreshing verdure.\\nTall sycamores or pendent willows shaded the houses,\\nwith caterpillars swinging, in long silken strings, from\\ntheir branches or moths, fluttering about like coxcombs,\\nin joy at their gay transformation. The houses were", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0558.jp2"}, "545": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGEB. 521\\nbuilt in the old Dutch, style, with the gable-ends towards\\nthe street. The thrifty housewife was seated on a bench\\nbefore her door, in close-crimped cap, bright-flowered\\ngown, and white apron, busily employed in knitting.\\nThe husband smoked his pipe on the opposite bench;\\nand the little pet negro girl, seated on the step at her\\nmistress s feet, was industriously plying her needle.\\nThe swallows sported about the eaves, or skimmed along\\nthe streets, and brought back some rich booty for their\\nclamorous young and the little housekeeping wren flew\\nin and out of a Liliputian house, or an old hat nailed\\nagainst the wall. The cows were coming home, lowing\\nthrough the streets, to be milked at their owner s door;\\nand if, perchance, there were any loiterers, some negro\\nurchin, with a long goad, was gently urging them home-\\nwards.\\nAs Dolph s companion passed on, he received a tran-\\nquil nod from the burghers, and a friendly word from\\ntheir wives; all calling him familiarly by the name of\\nAntony for it was the custom in this stronghold of the\\npatriarchs, where they had all grown up together from\\nchildhood, to call each other by the Christian name.\\nThe Heer did not pause to have his usual jokes with\\nthem, for he was impatient to reach his home. At length\\nthey arrived at his mansion. It was of some magnitude,\\nin the Dutch style, with large iron figures on the gables,\\nthat gave the date of its erection, and showed that it had\\nbeen built in the earliest times of the settlement.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0559.jp2"}, "546": {"fulltext": "522 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nThe news of Heer Antony s arrival had preceded him,\\nand the whole household was on the look-out. A crew\\nof negroes, large and small, had collected in front of the\\nhouse to receive him. The old, white-headed ones, who\\nhad grown gray in his service, grinned for joy, and made\\nmany awkward bows and grimaces, and the little ones\\ncapered about his knees. But the most happy being in\\nthe household was a little, plump, blooming lass, his\\nonly child, and the darling of his heart. She came\\nbounding out of the house but the sight of a strange\\nyoung man with her father called up, for a moment, all\\nthe bashfulness of a homebred damsel. Dolph gazed at\\nher with wonder and delight never had he seen, as he\\nthought, anything so comely in the shape of a woman.\\nShe was dressed in the good old Dutch taste, with long\\nstays, and full, short petticoats, so admirably adapted to\\nshow and set off the female form. Her hair, turned up\\nunder a small round cap, displayed the fairness of her\\nforehead she had fine, blue, laughing eyes, a trim,\\nslender waist, and soft swell but, in a word, she was a\\nlittle Dutch divinity and Dolph, who never stopped\\nhalf-way in a new impulse, fell desperately in love with\\nher.\\nDolph was now ushered into the house with a hearty\\nwelcome. In the interior was a mingled display of Heer\\nAntony s taste and habits, and of the opulence of his\\npredecessors. The chambers were furnished with good\\nold mahogany the beaufets and cupboards glittered", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0560.jp2"}, "547": {"fulltext": "DOLPM HEYLIGEB. 523\\nwitli embossed silver and painted cliina. Over the par-\\nlor fireplace was, as usual, the family coat of arms,\\npainted and framed above whicb was a long duck fowl-\\ning-piece, flanked by an Indian pouch, and a powder-\\nhorn. The room was decorated with many Indian arti-\\ncles, such as pipes of peace, tomahawks, scalping-knives,\\nhunting-pouches, and belts of wampum and there were\\nvarious kinds of fishing-tackle, and two or three fowling-\\npieces in the corners. The household affairs seemed to\\nbe conducted, in some measure, after the master s hu-\\nmors corrected, perhaps, by a little quiet management\\nof the daughter s. There was a great degree of patri-\\narchal simplicity, and good-humored indulgence. The\\nnegroes came into the room without being called, merely\\nto look at their master, and hear of his adventures they\\nwould stand listening at the door until he had finished a\\nstory, and then go off on a broad grin, to repeat it in the\\nkitchen. A couple of pet negro children were playing\\nabout the floor with the dogs, and sharing with them\\ntheir bread and butter. All the domestics looked hearty\\nand happy and when the table was set for the evening\\nrepast, the variety and abundance of good household\\nluxuries bore testimony to the open-handed liberality of\\nthe Heer, and the notable housewifery of his daughter.\\nIn the evening there dropped in several of the wor-\\nthies of the place, the Van Benssellaers, and the Ganse-\\nvoorts, and the Rosebooms, and others of Antony Vander\\nHeyden s intimates, to hear an account of his expedition", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0561.jp2"}, "548": {"fulltext": "524 BBAGEBBIBGE HALL.\\nfor lie was the Sinbad of Albany, and liis exploits and\\nadventures were favorite topics of conversation among\\ntbe inhabitants. While these sat gossiping together\\nabout the door of the hall, and telling long twilight sto-\\nries, Dolph was cosily seated, entertaining the daughter,\\non a window-bench. He had already got on intimate\\nterms for those were not times of false reserve and idle\\nceremony and, besides, there is something wonderfully\\npropitious to a lover s suit in the delightful dusk of a\\nlong summer evening it gives courage to the most timid\\ntongue, and hides the blushes of the bashful. The stars\\nalone twinkled brightly and now and then a fire-fly\\nstreamed his transient light before the window, or, wan-\\ndering into the room, flew gleaming about the ceiling.\\nWhat Dolph whispered in her ear that long summer\\nevening, it is impossible to say his words were so low\\nand indistinct, that they never reached the ear of the\\nhistorian. It is probable, however, that they were to\\nthe purpose for he had a natural talent at pleasing the\\nsex, and was never long in company with a petticoat\\nwithout paying proper court to it. In the meantime\\nthe visitors, one by one, departed Antony Yander Hey-\\nden, who had fairly talked himself silent, sat nodding\\nalone in his chair by the door, when he was suddenly\\naroused by a hearty salute with which Dolph Heyliger\\nhad unguardedly rounded off one of his periods, and\\nwhich echoed through the still chamber like the report\\nof a pistol. Th^ Heer started up, rubbed his eyes, called", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0562.jp2"}, "549": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGEB. 625\\nfor lights, and observed tliat it was high time to go to\\nbed though, on parting for the night, he squeezed Dolph\\nheartily by the hand, looked kindly in his face, and shook\\nhis head knowingly for the Heer well remembered what\\nhe himself had been at the youngster s age.\\nThe chamber in which our hero was lodged was spa-\\ncious, and panelled with oak. It was furnished with\\nclothes-presses, and mighty chests of drawers, well\\nwaxed, and glittering with brass ornaments. These con-\\ntained ample stock of family linen for the Dutch house-\\nwives had always a laudable pride in showing off their\\nhousehold treasures to strangers.\\nDolph s mind, however, was too full to take particular\\nnote of the objects around him yet he could not help\\ncontinually comparing the free open-hearted cheeriness\\nof this establishment with the starveling, sordid, joyless\\nhousekeeping at Doctor Knipperhausen s. Still some-\\nthing marred the enjoyment the idea that he must take\\nleave of his hearty host, and pretty hostess, and cast him-\\nself once more adrift upon the world. To linger here\\nwould be folly he should only get deeper in love and\\nfor a poor varlet, like himself, to aspire to the daughter\\nof the great Heer Yander Heyden it was madness to\\nthink of such a thing The very kindness that the girl\\nhad shown towards him prompted him, on reflection, to\\nhasten his departure it would be a poor return for the\\nfrank hospitality of his host to entangle his daughter s\\nheart in an injudicious attachment. In a word, Dolph", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0563.jp2"}, "550": {"fulltext": "526 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nwas like many other young reasoners of exceeding good\\nhearts and giddy heads, who think after they act, and\\nact differently from what they think, who make excel-\\nlent determinations overnight, and forget to keep them\\nthe next morning.\\nThis is a j ne conclusion, truly, of my voyage, said\\nhe, as he almost buried himself in a sumptuous feather-\\nbed, and drew the fresh white sheets up to his chin.\\nHere am I, instead of finding a bag of money to carry\\nhome, launched in a strange place, with scarcely a stiver\\nin my pocket and, what is worse, have jumped ashore\\nup to my very ears in love into the bargain. However,\\nadded he, after some pause, stretching himself, and turn-\\nhimself in bed, I m in good quarters for the present, at\\nleast so I ll e en enjoy the present moment, and let the\\nnext take care of itself; I dare say all will work out,\\nsomehow or other, for the best.\\nAs he said these words, he reached out his hand to ex-\\ntinguish the candle, when he was suddenly struck with\\nastonishment and dismay, for he thought he beheld the\\nphantom of the haunted house, staring on him from a\\ndusky part of the chamber. A second look reassured\\nhim, as he perceived that what he had taken for the spec-\\ntre was, in fact, nothing but a Flemish portrait, hanging\\nin a shadowy corner, just behind a clothes-press. It was,\\nhowever, the precise representation of his nightly visitor.\\nThe same cloak and belted jerkin, the same grizzled\\nbeard and fixed eye, the same broad slouched hat, with a", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0564.jp2"}, "551": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EEYLIGEB. 627\\nfeather hanging over one side. Dolpli now called to mind\\nthe resemblance he had frequently remarked between his\\nhost and the old man of the haunted house and was\\nfully convinced they were in some way connected, and\\nthat some especial destiny had governed his voyage. He\\nlay gazing on the portrait with almost as much awe as he\\nhad gazed on the ghostly original, until the shrill house-\\nclock warned him of the lateness of the hour. He put\\nout the light but remained for a long time turning over\\nthese curious circumstances and coincidences in his mind,\\nuntil he fell asleep. His dreams partook of the nature of\\nhis waking thoughts. He fancied that he still lay gazing\\non the picture, until, by degrees, it became animated\\nthat the figure descended from the wall, and walked out\\nof the room that he followed it, and found himself by\\nthe well to which the old man pointed, smiled on him,\\nand disappeared.\\nIn the morning, when he waked, he found his host\\nstanding by his bedside, who gave him a hearty morn-\\ning s salutation, and asked him how he had slept, Dolph\\nanswered cheerily; but took occasion to inquire about\\nthe portrait that hung against the wall. Ah, said Heer\\nAntony, that s a portrait of old Killian Yander Spiegel,\\nonce a burgomaster of Amsterdam, who, on some popular\\ntroubles, abandoned Holland, and came over to the pro-\\nvince during the government of Peter Stuyvesant. He\\nwas my ancestor by the mother s side, and an old miserly\\ncurmudgeon he was. When the English took possession", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0565.jp2"}, "552": {"fulltext": "528 BBAGEBRIDGE HALL.\\nof New Amsterdam, in 1664, he retired into the country.\\nHe fell into a melancholy, apprehending that his wealth\\nwould be taken from him and he come to beggary. He\\nturned all his property into cash, and used to hide it\\naway. He was for a year or two concealed in various\\nplaces, fancying himself sought after by the English, to\\nstrip him of his wealth and finally he was found dead in\\nhis bed one morning, without any one being able to dis-\\ncover where he had concealed the greater part of his\\nmoney.\\nWhen his host had left the room, Dolph remained for\\nsome time lost in thought. His whole mind was occu-\\npied by what he had heard. Vander Spiegel was his\\nmother s family name and he recollected to have heard\\nher speak of this very Killian Yander Spiegel as one of\\nher ancestors. He had heard her say, too, that her father\\nwas Killian s rightful heir, only that the old man died\\nwithout leaving anything to be inherited. It now ap-\\npeared that Heer Antony was likewise a descendant, and\\nperhaps an heir also, of this poor rich man and that\\nthus the Heyligers and the Vander Heydens were re-\\nmotely connected. What, thought he, if, after all,\\nthis is the interpretation of my dream, that this is the\\nway I am to make my fortune by this voyage to Albany,\\nand that I am to find the old man s hidden wealth in the\\nbottom of that well But what an odd roundabout mode\\nof communicating the matter! Why the plague could\\nnot the old goblin have told me about the well at once,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0566.jp2"}, "553": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HEYLIGER. 529\\nwitlioTit sending me all the way to Albany, to hear a\\nstory that was to send me all the way back again\\nThese thoughts passed through his mind while he was\\ndressing. He descended the stairs, full of perplexity,\\nwhen the bright face of Marie Vander Heyden suddenly\\nbeamed in smiles upon him, and seemed to give him a\\nclue to the whole mystery. After all, thought he,\\nthe old goblin is in the right. If I am to get his\\nwealth, he means that I shall marry his pretty descend-\\nant thus both branches of the family will again be\\nunited, and the property go on in the proper channel.\\nNo sooner did this idea enter his head, than it carried\\nconviction with it. He was now all impatience to hurry\\nback and secure the treasure, which, he did not doubt,\\nlay at the bottom of the well, and which he feared every\\nmoment might be discovered by some other person.\\nWho knows, thought he, but this night-walking old\\nfellow of the haunted house may be in the habit of\\nhaunting every visitor, and may give a hint to some\\nshrewder fellow than myself, who will take a shorter\\ncut to the well than by the way of Albany? He wished\\na thousand times that the babbling old ghost was laid in\\nthe B-ed Sea, and his rambling portrait with him. He\\nwas in a perfect fever to depart. Two or three days\\nelapsed before any opportunity presented for returning\\ndown the river. They were ages to Dolph, notwith-\\nstanding that he was basking in the smiles of the pretty\\nMarie, and daily getting more and more enamoured.\\n34", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0567.jp2"}, "554": {"fulltext": "530 BRACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nAt length the very sloop from which he had been\\nknocked overboard prepared to make sail. Dolph made\\nan awkward apology to his host for his sudden depar-\\nture. Antony Yander Heyden was sorely astonished.\\nHe had concerted half a dozen excursions into the wil-\\nderness and his Indians were actually preparing for a\\ngrand expedition to one of the lakes. He took Dolph\\naside, and exerted his eloquence to get him to abandon\\nall thoughts of business and to remain with him, but in\\nvain and he at length gave up the attempt, observing,\\nthat it was a thousand pities so fine a young man\\nshould throw himself away. Heer Antony, however,\\ngave him a hearty shake by the hand at parting, with a\\nfavorite fowling-piece, and an invitation to come to his\\nhouse whenever he revisited Albany. The pretty little\\nMarie said nothing but as he gave her a farewell kiss,\\nher dimpled cheek turned pale, and a tear stood in her\\neye.\\nDolph sprang lightly on board of the vessel. They\\nhoisted sail the wind was fair they soon lost sight of\\nAlbany, its green hills and embowered islands. They\\nwere wafted gayly past the Kaatskill Mountains, whose\\nfairy heights were bright and cloudless. They passed\\nprosperously through the highlands, without any moles-\\ntation from the Dunderberg goblin and his crew they\\nswept on across Haverstraw Bay, and by Croton Point,\\nand through the Tappaan Zee, and under the Palisadoes,\\nuntil, in the afternoon of the third day, they saw the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0568.jp2"}, "555": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HETLIGEB. 531\\npromontory of Hoboken hanging like a cloud in the air\\nand, shortly after, the roofs of the Manhattoes rising out\\nof the water.\\nDolph s first care was to repair to his mother s house\\nfor he was continually goaded by the idea of the uneasi-\\nness she must experience on his account. He was puz-\\nzling his brains, as he went along, to think how he\\nshould account for his absence without betraying the\\nsecrets of the haunted house. In the midst of these cogi-\\ntations he entered the street in which his mother s house\\nwas situated, when he was thunderstruck at beholding it\\na heap of ruins.\\nThere had evidently been a great fire, which had de-\\nstroyed several large houses, and the humble dwelling of\\npoor Dame Heyliger had been involved in the conflagra-\\ntion. The walls were not so completely destroyed, but\\nthat Dolph could distinguish some traces of the scene of\\nhis childhood. The fireplace, about which he had often\\nplayed, still remained, ornamented with Dutch tiles, il-\\nlustrating passages in Bible history, on which he had\\nmany a time gazed with admiration. Among the rubbish\\nlay the wreck of the good dame s elbow-chair, from\\nwhich she had given him so many a wholesale precept\\nand hard by it was the family Bible, with brass clasps\\nnow, alas reduced almost to a cinder.\\nFor a moment Dolph was overcome by this dismal\\nsight, for he was seized with the fear that his mother\\nhad perished in the flames. He was relieved, however,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0569.jp2"}, "556": {"fulltext": "532 BRAOEBBIDGE HALL.\\nfrom his horrible apprehension by one of the neighbors,\\nwho happened to come by and informed him that his\\nmother was yet alive.\\nThe good woman had, indeed, lost everything by this\\nunlooked-for calamity for the populace had been so in-\\ntent upon saving the fine furniture of her rich neighbors,\\nthat the little tenement, and the little all of poor Dame\\nHeyliger, had been suffered to consume without inter-\\nruption nay, had it not been for the gallant assistance\\nof her old crony, Peter de Groodt, the worthy dame and\\nher cat might have shared the fate of their habitation.\\nAs it was, she had been overcome with fright and af-\\nfliction, and lay ill in body and sick at heart. The\\npublic, however, had showed her its wonted kindness.\\nThe furniture of her rich neighbors being, as far as pos-\\nsible rescued from the flames themselves duly and cere-\\nmoniously visited and condoled with on the injury of\\ntheir property, and their ladies commiserated on the\\nagitation of their nerves the public, at length, began to\\nrecollect something about poor Dame Heyliger. She\\nforthwith became again a subject of universal sympathy\\neverybody pitied her more than ever and if pity could\\nbut have been coined into cash good Lord! how rich\\nshe would have been!\\nIt was now determined, in good earnest, that some-\\nthing ought to be done for her without delay. The Domi-\\nnie, therefore, put up prayers for her on Sunday, in which\\nall the congregation joined most heartily. Even Cobus", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0570.jp2"}, "557": {"fulltext": "DOLPH HETLIGEB. 533\\nGroesbeek, tlie alderman, and Mynheer MilledoUar, tlie\\ngreat Dutch, merchant, stood up in their pews, and did\\nnot spare their voices on the occasion and it was\\nthought the prayers of such great men could not but\\nhave their due weight. Doctor Knipperhausen, too,\\nvisited her professionally, and gave her abundance of ad-\\nvice gratis, and was universally lauded for his charity.\\nAs to her old friend, Peter de Groodt, he was a poor\\nman, whose pity, and prayers, and advice could be of but\\nlittle avail, so he gave her all that was in his power he\\ngave her shelter.\\nTo the humble dwelling of Peter de Groodt, then, did\\nDolph turn his steps. On his way thither he recalled all\\nthe tenderness and kindness of his simple-hearted par-\\nent, her indulgence of his errors, her blindness to his\\nfaults and then he bethought himself of his own idle,\\nharum-scarum life. I ve been a sad scapegrace, said\\nDolph, shaking his head sorrowfully. I ve been a\\ncomplete sink-pocket, that s the truth of it. But, added\\nhe briskly, and clasping his hands, only let her live\\nonly let her live and I will show myself indeed a son\\nAs Dolph approached the house he met Peter de\\nGroodt coming out of it. The old man started back\\naghast, doubting whether it was not a ghost that stood\\nbefore him. It being bright daylight, however, Peter\\nsoon plucked up heart, satisfied that no ghost dare show\\nhis face in such clear sunshine. Dolph now learned\\nfrom the worthy sexton the consternation and rumor to", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0571.jp2"}, "558": {"fulltext": "534 BBAGEBBIBGE HALL.\\nwliicli liis mysterious disappearance liad given rise. It\\nhad been universally believed that lie had been spirited\\naway by those hobgoblin gentry that infested the haunt-\\ned house and old Abraham Vandozer, who lived by the\\ngreat buttonwood-trees, near the three-mile stone, af-\\nfirmed, that he had heard a terrible noise in the air, as\\nhe was going home late at night, which seemed just as if\\na flock of wild geese were overhead, passing off towards\\nthe northward. The haunted house was, in consequence,\\nlooked upon with ten times more awe than ever nobody\\nwould venture to pass a night in it for the world, and\\neven the doctor had ceased to make his expeditions to\\nit in the daytime.\\nIt required some preparation before Dolph s return\\ncould be made known to his mother, the poor soul hav-\\ning bewailed him as lost; and her spirits having been\\nsorely broken down by a number of comforters, who\\ndaily cheered her with stories of ghosts, and of people\\ncarried away by the devil. He found her confined to\\nher bed, with the other member of the Heyliger family,\\nthe good dame s cat, purring beside her, but sadly\\nsinged, and utterly despoiled of those whiskers which\\nwere the glory of her physiognomy. The poor woman\\nthrew her arms about Dolph s neck. My boy my boy\\nart thou still alive For a time she seemed to have\\nforgotten all her losses and troubles in her joy at his\\nreturn. Even the sage grimalkin showed indubitable\\nsigns of joy at- the return of the youngster. She saw,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0572.jp2"}, "559": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EETLIQEB. 535\\nperhaps, that they were a forlorn and undone family, and\\nfelt a touch of that kindliness which fellow-sufferers only\\nknow. But, in truth, cats are a slandered people they\\nhave more affection in them than the world commonly\\ngives them credit for.\\nThe good dame s eyes glistened as she saw one being\\nat least, besides herself, rejoiced at her son s return.\\nTib knows thee poor dumb beast said she, smooth-\\ning down the mottled coat of her favorite then recollect-\\ning herself, with a melancholy shake of the head, Ah,\\nmy poor Dolph exclaimed she, thy mother can help\\nthee no longer She can no longer help herself What\\nwill become of thee, my poor boy\\nMother, said Dolph, don t talk in that strain I ve\\nbeen too long a charge upon you it s now my part to\\ntake care of you in your old days. Come be of good\\ncheer you, and I, and Tib will all see better days. I m\\nhere, you see, young, and sound, and hearty then don t\\nlet us despair; I dare say things will all, somehow or\\nother, turn out for the best.\\nWhile this scene was going on with the Heyliger\\nfamily, the news was carried to Doctor Knipperhausen\\nof the safe return of his disciple. The little doctor scarce\\nknew whether to rejoice or be sorry at the tidings. He\\nwas happy at having the foul reports which had pre-\\nvailed concerning his country mansion thus disproved\\nbut he grieved at having his disciple, of whom he had\\nsupposed himself fairly disencumbered, thus drifting", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0573.jp2"}, "560": {"fulltext": "636 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nback, a heavy charge upon his hands. While balancing\\nbetween these two feelings, he was determined by the\\ncounsels of Frau Ilsy, who advised him to take advan-\\ntage of the truant absence of the youngster, and shut the\\ndoor upon him forever.\\nAt the hour of bedtime, therefore, when it was sup-\\nposed the recreant disciple would seek his old quarters,\\neverything was prepared for his reception. Dolph, hav-\\ning talked his mother into a state of tranquillity, sought\\nthe mansion of his quondam master, and raised the\\nknocker with a faltering hand. Scarcely, however, had\\nit given a dubious rap, when the doctor s head, in a red\\nnightcap, popped out of one window, and the housekeep-\\ner s, in a white nightcap, out of another. He was now\\ngreeted with a tremendous volley of hard names and hard\\nlanguage, mingled with invaluable pieces of advice, such\\nas are seldom ventured to be given excepting to a friend\\nin distress, or a culprit at the bar. In a few moments,\\nnot a window in the street but had its particular night-\\ncap, listening to the shrill treble of Frau Ilsy, and the\\nguttural croaking of Dr. Knipperhausen and the word\\nwent from window to window, Ah here s Dolph Hey-\\nliger come back, and at his old pranks again. In short,\\npoor Dolph found he was likely to get nothing from the\\ndoctor but good advice a commodity so abundant as\\neven to be thrown out of the window so he was fain to\\nbeat a retreat, and take up his quarters for the night\\nunder the lowly roof of honest Peter de Groodt.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0574.jp2"}, "561": {"fulltext": "BOLPR EETLIQEE. 537\\nThe next morning, bright and early, Dolpli was out at\\nthe haunted house. Everything looked just as he had\\nleft it. The fields were grass-grown and matted, and ap-\\npeared as if nobody had traversed them since his depar-\\nture. With palpitating heart he hastened to the well.\\nHe looked down into it, and saw that it was of great\\ndepth, with water at the bottom. He had provided him-\\nself with a strong line, such as the fishermen use on the\\nbanks of Newfoundland. At the end was a heavy plum-\\nmet and a large fish-hook. With this he began to sound\\nthe bottom of the well, and to angle about in the water.\\nThe water was of some depth there was also much rub-\\nbish, stones from the top having fallen in. Several times\\nhis hook got entangled, and he came near breaking his\\nline. Now and then, too, he hauled up mere trash, such\\nas the skull of a horse, an iron hoop, and a shattered\\niron-bound bucket. He had now been several hours em-\\nployed without finding anything to repay his trouble, or\\nto encourage him to proceed. He began to think himself\\na great fool, to be thus decoyed into a wild-goose chase\\nby mere dreams, and was on the point of throwing line\\nand all into the well, and giving up all further angling.\\nOne more cast of the line, said he, and that shall\\nbe the last. As he sounded, he felt the plummet slip,\\nas it were, through the interstices of loose stones and as\\nhe drew back the line, he felt that the hook had taken\\nhold of something heavy. He had to manage his line\\nwith great caution, lest it should be broken by the strain", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0575.jp2"}, "562": {"fulltext": "538 BBAGEBBIDGE HALL.\\nupon it. By degrees the rubbisli wliicli lay upon tlie\\narticle lie liad hooked gave way he drew it to the sur-\\nface of the water, and what was his rapture at seeing\\nsomething like silver glittering at the end of his line\\nAlmost breathless with anxiety, he drew it up to the\\nmouth of the well, surprised at its great weight, and fear-\\ning every instant that his hook would slip from its hold,\\nand his prize tumble again to the bottom. At length he\\nlanded it safe beside the well. It was a great silver por-\\nringer, of an ancient form, richly embossed, and with\\narmorial bearings engraved on its side, similar to those\\nover his mother s mantelpiece. The lid was fastened\\ndown by several twists of wire Dolph loosened them\\nwith a trembling hand, and, on lifting the lid, behold\\nthe vessel was filled with broad golden pieces, of a coin-\\nage which he had never seen before It was evident\\nhe had lit on the place where Killian Yander Spiegel had\\nconcealed his treasure.\\nFearful of being seen by some straggler, he cautiously\\nretired, and buried his pot of money in a secret place.\\nHe now spread terrible stories about the haunted house,\\nand deterred every one from approaching it, while he\\nmade frequent visits to it in stormy days, when no one\\nwas stirring in the neighboring fields though, to tell the\\ntruth, he did not care to venture there in the dark. For\\nonce in his life he was diligent and industrious, and fol-\\nlowed up his new trade of angling with such perseverance\\nand success, that in a little while he had hooked up", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0576.jp2"}, "563": {"fulltext": "DOLPH EETLIQEB. 539\\nwealth enough to make him, in those moderate days, a\\nrich burgher for life.\\nIt would be tedious to detail minutely the rest of this\\nstory. To tell how he gradually managed to bring his\\nproperty into use without exciting surprise and inquiry,\\nhow he satisfied all scruples with regard to retaining\\nthe property, and at the same time gratified his own\\nfeelings by marrying the pretty Marie Vander Heyden,\\nand how he and Heer Antony had many a merry and\\nroving expedition together.\\nI must not omit to say, however, that Dolph took his\\nmother home to live with him, and cherished her in her\\nold days. The good dame, too, had the satisfaction of\\nno longer hearing her son made the theme of censure on\\nthe contrary, he grew daily in public esteem everybody\\nspoke well of him and his wines and the lordliest bur-\\ngomaster was never known to decline his invitation to\\ndinner. Dolph often related, at his own table, the\\nwicked pranks which had once been the abhorrence of\\nthe town but they were now considered excellent jokes,\\nand the gravest dignitary was fain to hold his sides when\\nlistening to them. No one was more struck with Dolph s\\nincreasing merit than his old master the doctor and so\\nforgiving was Dolph, that he absolutely employed the\\ndoctor as his family physician, only taking care that his\\nprescriptions should be always thrown out of the win-\\ndow. His mother had often her junto of old cronies to\\ntake a snug cup of tea with her in her comfortable little", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0577.jp2"}, "564": {"fulltext": "540 BRACEBRIDQE HALL.\\nparlor and Peter de Groodt, as he sat by the fireside,\\nwith one of her grandchildren on his knee, would many a\\ntime congratulate her upon her son turning out so great\\na man upon which the good old soul would wag her\\nhead with exultation, and exclaim, Ah, neighbor, neigh-\\nbor did I not say that Dolph would one day or other\\nhold up his head with the best of them\\nThus did Dolph Heyliger go on, cheerily and prosper-\\nously, growing merrier as he grew older and wiser, and\\ncompletely falsifying the old proverb about money got\\nover the devil s back for he made good use of his\\nwealth, and became a distinguished citizen, and a valu-\\nable member of the community. He was a great promoter\\nof public institutions, such as beef-steak societies and\\ncatch-clubs. He presided at all public dinners, and was\\nthe first that introduced turtle from the West Indies.\\nHe improved the breed of race-horses and game-cocks,\\nand was so great a patron of modest merit, that any one\\nwho could sing a good song, or tell a good story, was sure\\nto find a place at his table.\\nHe was a member, too, of the corporation, made several\\nlaws for the protection of game and oysters, and be-\\nqueathed to the board a large silver punch-bowl, made\\nout of the identical porringer before mentioned, and\\nwhich is in the possession of the corporation to this very\\nday.\\nFinally, he died, in a florid old age, of an apoplexy at\\na corporation feast, and was buried with great honors in", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0578.jp2"}, "565": {"fulltext": "DOLPE EETLIGEB. 541\\nthe yard of tlie little Dutch cliiircli in Garden Street,\\nwhere his tombstone may still be seen with a modest\\nepitaph in Dutch, by his friend Mynheer Justus Benson,\\nan ancient and excellent poet of the province.\\nThe foregoing tale rests on better authority than most\\ntales of the kind, as I have it at second-hand from the\\nlips of Dolph Heyliger himself. He never related it till\\ntowards the latter part of his life, and then in great con-\\nfidence, (for he was very discreet,) to a few of his par-\\nticular cronies at his own table, over a supernumerary\\nbowl of punch and, strange as the hobgoblin parts of\\nthe story may seem, there never was a single doubt ex-\\npressed on the subject by any of his guests. It may not\\nbe amiss, before concluding, to observe that, in addition\\nto his other accomplishments, Dolph Heyliger was noted\\nfor being the ablest drawer of the long-bow in the whole\\nprovince.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0579.jp2"}, "566": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING.\\nNo more, no more, much honor aye betide\\nThe lofty bridegroom, and the lovely bride\\nThat all of their succeeding days may say,\\nEach day appears like to a wedding day.\\nBraithwaite.\\nOTWITHSTANDING tlie doubts and the de-\\nmurs of Lady Lillycraft, and all the grave\\nobjections conjured up against the month of\\nMay, the wedding has at length happily taken place. It\\nwas celebrated at the village church, in presence of a\\nnumerous company of relatives and friends, and many of\\nthe tenantry. The Squire must needs have something of\\nthe old ceremonies observed on the occasion so, at the\\ngate of the church-yard, several little girls of the village,\\ndressed in white, were in readiness with baskets of\\nflowers, which they strewed before the bride and the\\nbutler bore before her the bride-cup, a great silver em-\\nbossed bowl, one of the family relics from the days of\\nthe hard drinkers. This was filled with rich wine, and\\ndecorated with a branch of rosemary, tied with gay rib-\\nbons, according to ancient custom.\\nHappy is the bride that the sun shines on, says the\\n542", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0580.jp2"}, "567": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING. 543\\nold proverb and it was as sunny and auspicious a morn-\\ning as heart could wish. The bride looked uncommonly\\nbeautiful but, in fact, what woman does not look inter-\\nesting on her wedding-day I know no sight more\\ncharming and touching than that of a young and timid\\nbride, in her robes of virgin white, led up trembling to\\nthe altar. When I thus behold a lovely girl, in the ten-\\nderness of her years, forsaking the house of her fathers,\\nand the home of her childhood and with the implicit\\nconfiding, and the sweet self-abandonment, which belong\\nto woman, giving up all the world for the man of her\\nchoice when I hear her, in the good old language of the\\nritual, yielding herself to him, for better for worse, for\\nricher for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love,\\nhonor, and obey, till death us do part, it brings to my\\nmind the beautiful and affecting self-devotion of Euth:\\nWhither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest I\\nwill lodge thy people shall be my people, and thy God\\nmy God.\\nThe fair Julia was supported on the trying occasion by\\nLady Lillycraft, whose heart was overflowing with its\\nwonted sympathy in all matters of love and matrimony.\\nAs the bride approached the altar, her face would be one\\nmoment covered with blushes, and the next deadly pale\\nand she seemed almost ready to shrink from sight among\\nher female companions.\\nI do not know what it is that makes every one serious,\\nand, as it were, awe-struck, at a marriage ceremony;", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0581.jp2"}, "568": {"fulltext": "544 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2whicli is generally considered an occasion of festivity and\\nrejoicing. As the ceremony was performing, I observed\\nmany a rosy face among tlie country-girls turn pale, and\\nI did not see a smile throughout the church. The young\\nladies from the Hall were almost as much frightened as\\nif it had been their own case, and stole many a look of\\nsympathy at their trembling companion. A tear stood in\\nthe eye of the sensitive Lady Lillycraft and as to Phoebe\\nWilkins, who was present, she absolutely wept and\\nsobbed aloud but it is hard to tell, half the time, what\\nthese fond foolish creatures are crying about.\\nThe captain, too, though naturally gay and uncon-\\ncerned, was much agitated on the occasion and, in at-\\ntempting to put the ring upon the bride s finger, dropped\\nit on the floor which Lady Lillycraft has since assured\\nme is a very lucky omen. Even Master Simon had lost\\nhis usual vivacity, and assumed a most whimsically\\nsolemn face, which he is apt to do on all occasions of\\nceremony. He had much whispering with the parson\\nand parish-clerk, for he is always a busy personage in\\nthe scene, and he echoed the clerk s amen with a solem-\\nnity and devotion that edified the whole assemblage.\\nThe moment, however, that the ceremony was over,\\nthe transition was magical. The bride-cup was passed\\nround, according to ancient usage, for the company to\\ndrink to a happy union every one s feelings seemed to\\nbreak forth from restraint. Master Simon had a world\\nof bachelor pleasantries to utter, and as to the gallant", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0582.jp2"}, "569": {"fulltext": "TEE WEBBING. 545\\ngeneral, lie bowed and cooed about the dulcet Lady Lilly-\\ncraft like a mighty cock-pigeon about his dame.\\nThe villagers gathered in the church-yard to cheer the\\nhappy couple as they left the church and the musical\\ntailor had marshalled his band, and set up a hideous dis-\\ncord, as the blushing and smiling bride passed through a\\nlane of honest peasantry to her carriage. The children\\nshouted and threw up their hats the bells rang a merry\\npeal that set all the crows and rooks flying and cawing\\nabout the air, and threatened to bring down the battle-\\nments of the old tower and there was a continual pop-\\nping off of rusty firelocks from every part of the neigh-\\nborhood.\\nThe prodigal son distinguished himself on the oc-\\ncasion, having hoisted a flag on the top of the school-\\nhouse, and kept the village in a hubbub from sunrise,\\nwith the sound of drum and fife and pandean pipe; in\\nwhich species of music several of his scholars are making\\nwonderful proficiency. In his great zeal, however, he\\nhad nearly done mischief for on returning from church,\\nthe horses of the bride s carriage took fright from the\\ndischarge of a row of old gun-barrels, which he had\\nmounted as a park of artillery in front of the school-\\nhouse to give the captain a military salute as he passed.\\nThe day passed off with great rustic rejoicing. Tables\\nwere spread under the trees in the park, where all the\\npeasantry of the neighborhood were regaled with roast-\\nbeef and plum-pudding, and oceans of ale. Eeady-\\n35", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0583.jp2"}, "570": {"fulltext": "546 BBAGEBBIDQE HALL.\\nMoney Jack presided at one of the tables, and became\\nso full of good cbeer as to unbend from his usual gravity,\\nto sing a song out of all tune, and give two or three\\nshouts of laughter that almost electrified his neighbors\\nlike so many peals of thunder. The schoolmaster and\\nthe apothecary vied with each other in making speeches\\nover their liquor; and there were occasional glees and\\nmusical performances by the village band, that must\\nhave frightened every faun and dryad from the park.\\nEven old Christy, who had got on a new dress from top\\nto toe, and shone in all the splendor of bright leather-\\nbreeches, and an enormous wedding favor in his cap, for-\\ngot his usual crustiness, became inspired by wine and\\nwassail, and absolutely danced a hornpipe on one of the\\ntables, with all the grace and agility of a mannikin hung\\nupon wires.\\nEqual gayety reigned within doors, where a large party\\nof friends were entertained. Every one laughed at his\\nown pleasantry, without attending to that of his neigh-\\nbor s. Loads of bride-cake were distributed. The young\\nladies were all busy in passing morsels of it through the\\nwedding-ring to dream on, and I myself assisted a little\\nboarding-school girl in putting up a quantity for her\\ncompanions, which I have no doubt will set all the little\\nheads in the school gadding, for a week at least.\\nAfter dinner all the company, great and small, gentle\\nand simple, abandoned themselves to the dance not the\\nmodern quadrille, with its graceful gravity, but the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0584.jp2"}, "571": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING. 547\\nmerry, social, old country-dance the true dance, as the\\nSquire says, for a wedding occasion, as it sets all the\\nworld jigging in couples, hand in hand, and makes every\\neye and every heart dance merrily to the music. Accord-\\ning to frank old usage, the gentlefolks of the Hall\\nmingled for a time in the dance of the peasantry, who\\nhad a great tent erected for a ball-room and I think I\\nnever saw Master Simon more in his element than when\\nfiguring about among his rustic admirers as master of the\\nceremonies and, with a mingled air of protection and\\ngallantry, leading out the quondam Queen of May, all\\nblushing at the signal honor conferred upon her.\\nIn the evening the whole village was illuminated, ex-\\ncepting the house of the radical, who had not shown his\\nface during the rejoicings. There was a display of fire-\\nworks at the school-house, got up by the prodigal son,\\nwhich had well-nigh set fire to the building. The Squire\\nis so much pleased with the extraordinary services of\\nthis last-mentioned worthy, that he talks of enrolling him\\nin his list of valuable retainers, and promoting him to\\nsome important post on the estate peradventure to be\\nfalconer, if the hawks can ever be brought into proper\\ntraining.\\nThere is a well-known old proverb, which says one\\nwedding makes many, or something to the same pur-\\npose and I should not be surprised if it holds good\\nin the present instance. I have seen several flirtations\\namong the young people brought together on this occa-", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0585.jp2"}, "572": {"fulltext": "548 BBACEBRIDGE HALL.\\nsion and a great deal of strolling about in pairs, among\\ntlie retired walks and blossoming shrubberies of the old\\ngarden and if groves were really given to whispering, as\\npoets would fain make us believe. Heaven knows what\\nlove-tales the grave-looking old trees about this venera-\\nble country-seat might blab to the world.\\nThe general, too, has waxed very zealous in his devo-\\ntions within the past few days, as the time of her lady-\\nship s departure approaches. I observed him casting\\nmany a tender look at her during the wedding dinner,\\nwhile the courses were changing though he was always\\nliable to be interrupted in his adoration by the appear-\\nance of any new delicacy. The general, in fact, has ar-\\nrived at that time of life when the heart and the stomach\\nmaintain a kind of balance of power, and when a man is\\napt to be perplexed in his affections between a fine\\nwoman and a truffled turkey. Her ladyship was cer-\\ntainly rivalled through the whole of the first course by\\na dish of stewed carp and there was one glance, which\\nwas evidently intended to be a point-black shot at her\\nheart, and could scarcely have failed to effect a practica-\\nble breach, had it not unluckily been directed away to a\\ntempting breast of lamb, in which it immediately pro-\\nduced a formidable incision.\\nThus did this faithless general go on, coquetting dur-\\ning the whole dinner, and committing an infidelity with\\nevery new dish until, in the end, he was so overpowered\\nby the attentions he had paid to fish, flesh, and fowl, to", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0586.jp2"}, "573": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING. 549\\npastry, jelly, cream, and blanc-mange, that he seemed to\\nsink within himself his eyes swam beneath their lids,\\nand their fire was so much slackened that he could no\\nlonger discharge a single glance that would reach across\\nthe table. Upon the whole, I fear the general ate him-\\nself into as much disgrace, at this memorable dinner, as\\nI have seen him sleep himself into on a former occasion.\\nI am told, moreover, that young Jack Tibbets was so\\ntouched by the wedding ceremony, at which he was\\npresent, and so captivated by the sensibility of poor\\nPhoebe Wilkins, who certainly looked all the better for\\nher tears, that he had a reconciliation with her that very\\nday after dinner, in one of the groves of the park, and\\ndanced with her in the evening; to the complete con-\\nfusion of old Dame Tibbets s domestic politics. I met\\nthem walking together in the park, shortly after the\\nreconciliation must have taken place. Young Jack car-\\nried himself gayly and manfully but Phoebe hung her\\nhead, blushing, as I approached. However, just as she\\npassed me and dropped a courtesy, I caught a shy\\ngleam of her eye from under her bonnet but it was im-\\nmediately cast down again. I saw enough in that single\\ngleam, and in an involuntary smile dimpling about her\\nrosy lips, to feel satisfied that the little gypsy s heart\\nwas happy again.\\nWhat is more. Lady Lillycraft, with her usual benevo-\\nlence and zeal in all matters of this tender nature, on\\nhearing of the reconciliation of the lovers, undertook the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0587.jp2"}, "574": {"fulltext": "650 BRACEBRIDOE HALL.\\ncritical task of breaking tlie matter to Keady-Money\\nJack. Slie thought there was no time like the present,\\nand attacked the sturdy old yeoman that very evening in\\nthe park, while his heart was yet lifted up with the\\nSquire s good cheer. Jack was a little surprised at being\\ndrawn aside by her ladyship, but was not to be flurried by\\nsuch an honor he was still more surprised by the nature\\nof her communication, and by this first intelligence of an\\naffair that had been passing under his eye. He listened,\\nhowever, with his usual gravity, as her ladyship repre-\\nsented the advantages of the match, the good qualities of\\nthe girl, and the distress which she had lately suffered\\nat length his eye began to kindle, and his hand to play\\nwith the head of his cudgel. Lady Lillycraft saw that\\nsomething in the narrative had gone wrong, and has-\\ntened to mollify his rising ire by reiterating the soft-\\nhearted Phoebe s merit and fidelity, and her great un-\\nhappiness when old Keady-Money suddenly interrupted\\nher by exclaiming, that, if Jack did not marry the wench,\\nhe d break every bone in his body The match, there-\\nfore, is considered a settled thing Dame Tibbets and\\nthe housekeeper have made friends, and drunk tea to-\\ngether and Phoebe has again recovered her good looks\\nand good spirits, and is carolling from morning till\\nnight like a lark.\\nBut the most whimsical caprice of Cupid is one that\\nI should be almost afraid to mention, did I not know\\nthat I was writing for readers well experienced in the", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0588.jp2"}, "575": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING. 551\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2waywardness of this most miscliievous deity. The\\nmorning after the wedding, therefore, while Lady Lil-\\nlycraft was making preparations for her departure, an\\naudience was requested by her immaculate handmaid,\\nMrs. Hannah, who, with much primming of the mouth,\\nand many maidenly hesitations, requested leave to stay\\nbehind, and that Lady Lillycraft would supply her place\\nwith some other servant. Her ladyship was astonished\\nWhat Hannah going to quit her, that had lived with\\nher so long\\nWhy, one could not help it one must settle in life\\nsome time or other.\\nThe good lady was still lost in amazement at length\\nthe secret was gasped from the dry lips of the maiden\\ngentlewoman She had been some time thinking of\\nchanging her condition, and at length had given her\\nword, last evening, to Mr. Christy, the huntsman.\\nHow, or when, or where this singular courtship had\\nbeen carried on, I have not been able to learn nor how\\nshe has been able, with the vinegar of her disposition, to\\nsoften the stony heart of old Nimrod so, however, it is,\\nand it has astonished every one. With all her ladyship s\\nlove of match-making, this last fume of Hymen s torch\\nhas been too much for her. She has endeavored to rea-\\nson with Mrs. Hannah, but all in vain her mind was\\nmade up, and she grew tart on the least contradiction.\\nLady Lillycraft applied to the Squire for his interference.\\nShe did not know what she should do without Mrs.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0589.jp2"}, "576": {"fulltext": "552 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nHannali, slie liad been used to liave her about her so\\nlong a time.\\nThe Squire, on the contrary, rejoiced in the match, as\\nrelieving the good lady from a kind of toilet-tyrant, under\\nwhose sway she had suffered for years. Instead of\\nthwarting the affair, therefore, he has given it his full\\ncountenance and declares that he will set up the young\\ncouple in one of the best cottages on his estate. The\\napprobation of the Squire has been followed by that of\\nthe whole household they all declare, that, if ever\\nmatches are ready made in heaven, this must have been,\\nfor that old Christy and Mrs. Hannah were as evidently\\nformed to be linked together as ever were pepper-box\\nand vinegar-cruet.\\nAs soon as this matter was arranged. Lady Lillycraft\\ntook her leave of the family at the Hall taking with her\\nthe captain and his blushing bride, who are to pass the\\nhoneymoon with her. Master Simon accompanied them\\non horseback, and indeed means to ride on ahead to\\nmake preparations. The general, who was fishing in vain\\nfor an invitation to her seat, handed her ladyship into\\nher carriage with a heavy sigh upon which his bosom-\\nfriend. Master Simon, who was just mounting his horse,\\ngave me a knowing wink, made an abominably wry face,\\nand leaning from his saddle, whispered loudly in my ear,\\nIt won t do! Then putting spurs to his horse, away\\nhe cantered off. The general stood for some time waving\\nhis hat after the carriage as it rolled down the avenue,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0590.jp2"}, "577": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING. 553\\nuntil lie was seized with a fit of sneezing, from exposing\\nhis head to the cold breeze. I observed that he returned\\nrather thoughtfully to the house whistling softly to him-\\nself, with his hands behind his back, and an exceedingly\\ndubious air.\\nThe company have now almost all taken their depart-\\nure I have determined to do the same to-morrow morn-\\ning and I hope my reader may not think that I have\\nalready lingered too long at the Hall. I have been\\ntempted to do so, however, because I thought I had lit\\nupon one of the retired places where there are yet some\\ntraces to be met with of old English character. A little\\nwhile hence, and all these will probably have passed\\naway. Ready-Money Jack will sleep with his fathers;\\nthe good Squire, and all his peculiarities, will be buried\\nin the neighboring church. The old Hall will be mod-\\nernized into a fashionable country-seat, or, peradventure,\\na manufactory. The park will be cut up into petty farms\\nand kitchen-gardens. A daily coach will run through the\\nvillage it will become, like all other commonplace vil-\\nlages, thronged with coachmen, post-boys, tipplers, and\\npoliticians and Christmas, May-day, and all the other\\nhearty merry-makings of the good old times, will be\\nforgotten.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0591.jp2"}, "578": {"fulltext": ".THE AUTHOK S FAREWELL\\nAnd so, without more circumstance at all,\\nI hold it fit that we shake hands and part.\\nHamlet.\\nAYING taken leave of tlie Hall and its inmates,\\nand brought tlie history of my visit to some-\\nthing like a close, there seems to remain noth-\\ning further than to make my bow, and exit. It is my\\nfoible, however, to get on such companionable terms with\\nmy reader in the course of a work, that it really costs me\\nsome pain to part with him, and I am apt to keep him\\nby the hand, and have a few farewell words at the end of\\nmy last volume.\\nWhen I cast an eye back upon the work I am just con-\\ncluding, I cannot but be sensible how full it must be of\\nerrors and imperfections indeed, how should it be other-\\nwise, writing, as I do, about subjects and scenes with\\nwhich, as a stranger, I am but partially acquainted?\\nMany will, doubtless, find cause to smile at very obvious\\nblunders which I may have made and many may, per-\\nhaps, be offended at what they may conceive prejudiced\\nrepresentations. Some will think I might have said\\nmuch more on such subjects as may suit their peculiar\\n554", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0592.jp2"}, "579": {"fulltext": "THE AUTHOB S FAREWELL. 555\\ntastes whilst others will think I had done wiser to have\\nleft those subjects entirely alone.\\nIt will probably be said, too, by some, that I view Eng-\\nland with a partial eye. Perhaps I do for I can never\\nforget that it is my fatherland. And yet the circum-\\nstances under which I have viewed it have by no means\\nbeen such as were calculated to produce favorable im-\\npressions. For the greater part of the time that I have\\nresided in it, I have lived almost unknowing and un-\\nknown seeking no favors and receiving none a stran-\\nger and a sojourner in the land, and subject to all the\\nchills and neglects that are the common lot of the\\nstranger.\\nWhen I consider these circumstances, and recollect\\nhow often I have taken up my pen, with a mind ill at\\nease, and spirits much dejected and cast down, I cannot\\nbut think I was not likely to err on the favorable side of\\nthe picture. The opinions I have given of English char-\\nacter have been the result of much quiet, dispassion-\\nate, and varied observation. It is a character not to be\\nhastily studied, for it always puts on a repulsive and\\nungracious aspect to a stranger. Let those, then, who\\ncondemn my representations as too favorable, observe\\nthis people as closely and deliberately as I have done,\\nand they will, probably, change their opinion. Of one\\nthing, at any rate, I am certain, that I have spoken hon-\\nestly and sincerely, from the convictions of my mind and\\nthe dictates of my heart. When I first published my", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0593.jp2"}, "580": {"fulltext": "556 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nformer writings, it was with no hope of gaining favor in\\nEnglish eyes, for I little thought they were to become\\ncurrent out of my own country and had I merely sought\\npopularity among my own countrymen, I should have\\ntaken a more direct and obvious way, by gratifying rather\\nthan rebuking the angry feelings then prevalent against\\nEngland.\\nAnd here let me acknowledge my warm, my thankful\\nfeelings, at the effect produced by one of my trivial lucu-\\nbrations. I allude to the essay in the Sketch-Book,\\non the subject of the literary feuds between England and\\nAmerica. I cannot express the heartfelt delight I have\\nexperienced at the unexpected sympathy and approba-\\ntion with which those remarks have been received on\\nboth sides of the Atlantic. I speak this not from any\\npaltry feelings of gratified vanity, for I attribute the effect\\nto no merit of my pen. The paper in question was brief\\nand casual, and the ideas it conveyed were simple and\\nobvious. It was the cause it was the cause alone.\\nThere was a predisposition on the part of my readers\\nto be favorably affected. My countrymen responded in\\nheart to the filial feelings I had avowed in their name\\ntowards the parent country and there was a generous\\nsympathy in every English bosom towards a solitary in-\\ndividual, lifting up his voice in a strange land, to vindi-\\ncate the injured character of his nation. There are some\\ncauses so sacred as to carry with them an irresistible\\nappeal to every virtuous bosom and he needs but little", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0594.jp2"}, "581": {"fulltext": "THE AUTHOR S FAREWELL. 557\\npower of eloquence, wlio defends tlie honor of his wife,\\nhis mother, or his country.\\nI hail, therefore, the success of that brief paper as\\nshowing how much good may be done by a kind word,\\nhowever feeble, when spoken in season, as showing how\\nmuch dormant good feeling actually exists in each coun-\\ntry, towards the other, which only wants the slightest\\nspark to kindle it into a genial flame, as showing, in\\nfact, what I have all along believed and asserted, that\\nthe two nations would grow together in esteem and\\namity, if meddling and malignant spirits would but\\nthrow by their mischievous pens, and leave kindred\\nhearts to the kindly impulses of nature.\\nI once more assert, and I assert it with increased con-\\nviction of its truth, that there exists among the great ma-\\njority of my countrymen a favorable feeling toward Eng-\\nland. I repeat this assertion, because I think it a truth\\nthat cannot too often be reiterated, and because it has\\nmet with some contradiction. Among all the liberal and\\nenlightened minds of my countrymen, among all those\\nwhich eventually give a tone to national opinion, there ex-\\nists a cordial desire to be on terms of courtesy and friend-\\nship. But at the same time there exists in those very\\nminds a distrust of reciprocal good-will on the part of Eng-\\nland. They have been rendered morbidly sensitive by the\\nattacks made upon their country by the English press\\nand their occasional irritability on this subject has been\\nmisinterpreted into a settled and unnatural hostility.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0595.jp2"}, "582": {"fulltext": "558 BBACEBBIDGE HALL.\\nFor my part, I consider this jealous sensibility as be-\\nlonging to generous natures. I should look upon my\\ncountrymen as fallen indeed from tliat independence of\\nspirit wliicli is their birth-gift, as fallen indeed from that\\npride of character which they inherit from the proud\\nnation from which they sprung, could they tamely sit\\ndown under the infliction of contumely and insult. In-\\ndeed, the very impatience which they show as to the mis-\\nrepresentations of the press, proves their respect for\\nEnglish opinion, and their desire for English amity;\\nfor there is never jealousy where there is not strong\\nregard.\\nIt is easy to say, that these attacks are all the effusions\\nof worthless scribblers, and treated with silent contempt\\nby the nation but, alas the slanders of the scribbler\\ntravel abroad, and the silent contempt of the nation is\\nonly known at home. With England, then, it remains,\\nas I have formerly asserted, to promote a mutual spirit\\nof conciliation she has but to hold the language of\\nfriendship and respect, and she is secure of the good-will\\nof every American bosom.\\nIn expressing these sentiments, I would utter nothing\\nthat should commit the proper spirit of my countrymen.\\nWe seek no boon at England s hands we ask nothing as\\na favor. Her friendship is not necessary, nor would her\\nhostility be dangerous to our well-being. We ask noth-\\ning from abroad that we cannot reciprocate. But with\\nrespect to England, we have a warm feeling of the heart,", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0596.jp2"}, "583": {"fulltext": "THE A UTEOR 8 FAREWELL. 559\\ntte glow of consanguinity tliat still lingers in our blood.\\nInterest apart past differences forgotten we extend the\\nhand of old relationship. We merely ask, do not es-\\ntrange us from you; do not destroy the ancient tie of\\nblood do not let scoffers and slanderers drive a kindred\\nnation from your side we would fain be friends do not\\ncompel us to be enemies.\\nThere needs no better rallying ground for interna-\\ntional amity than that furnished by an eminent English\\nwriter. There is, says he, a sacred bond between us\\nof blood and of language, which no circumstances can\\nbreak. Our literature must always be theirs and\\nthough their laws are no longer the same as ours, we\\nhave the same Bible, and we address our common Father\\nin the same prayer. Nations are too ready to admit that\\nthey have natural enemies why should they be less\\nwilling to believe that they have natural friends\\nTo the magnanimous spirits of both countries must we\\ntrust to carry such a natural alliance of affection into full\\neffect. To pens more powerful than mine I leave the\\nnoble task of promoting the cause of national amity. To\\nthe intelligent and enlightened of my own country I\\naddress my parting voice, entreating them to show them-\\nselves superior to the petty attacks of the ignorant and\\nthe worthless, and still to look with dispassionate and\\nFrom an article (said to be by Robert Southey, Esq.) published in\\nthe Quarterly Revieiv. It is to be lamented that that publication should\\nso often forget the generous text here given.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0597.jp2"}, "584": {"fulltext": "560 BBACEBBIDOE HALL.\\nphilosopliic eye to the moral character of England, as\\ntlie intellectual source of our rising greatness while I\\nappeal to every generous-minded Englishman from the\\nslanders which disgrace the press, insult the understand-\\ning, and belie the magnanimity of his country and I\\ninvite him to look to America as to a kindred nation\\nworthy of its origin giving, in the healthy vigor of its\\ngrowth, the best of comments on its parent stock and\\nreflecting, in the dawning brightness of its fame, the\\nmoral effulgence of British glory.\\nI am sure that such an appeal will not be made in\\nvain. Indeed, I have noticed, for some time past, an\\nessential change in English sentiment with regard to\\nAmerica. In parliament, that fountain-head of public\\nopinion, there seems to be an emulation, on both sides\\nof the house, in holding the language of courtesy and\\nfriendship. The same spirit is daily becoming more and\\nmore prevalent in good society. There is a growing\\ncuriosity concerning my country; a craving desire for\\ncorrect information, that cannot fail to lead to a favor-\\nable understanding. The scoffer, I trust, has had his\\nday; the time of the slanderer is gone by; the ribald\\njokes, the stale commonplaces, which have so long\\npassed current when America was the theme, are now\\nbanished to the ignorant and the vulgar, or only per-\\npetuated by the hireling scribblers and traditional jest-\\ners of the press. The intelligent and high-minded now\\npride themselves- upon making America their study.", "height": "3158", "width": "2107", "jp2-path": "bracebridgehallo00irvi_0598.jp2"}, "585": {"fulltext": "THE AUTHOR S FAREWELL. 561\\nBut however my feelings may be understood or recip-\\nrocated on either side of the Atlantic, I utter them\\nwithout reserve, for I have ever found that to speak\\nfrankly is to speak safely. I am not so sanguine as to\\nbelieve that the two nations are ever to be bound to-\\ngether by any romantic ties of feeling but I believe that\\nmuch may be done by keeping alive cordial sentiments,\\nwere every well-disposed mind occasionally to throw in a\\nsimple word of kindness. If I have, indeed, produced\\nany such effect by my writings, it will be a soothing re-\\nflection to me, that for once, in the course of a rather\\nnegligent life, I have been useful that for once, by the\\ncasual exercise of a pen which has been in general but\\ntoo unprofitably employed, I have awakened a chord of\\nsympathy between the land of my fathers and the dear\\nland which gave me birth.\\nIn the spirit of these sentiments I now take my fare-\\nwell of the paternal soil. With anxious eye do I behold\\nthe clouds of doubt and difficulty that lower over it, and\\nearnestly do I hope they may all clear up into serene\\nand settled sunshine. 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