"Fruits, abundant as the southern vintage,
O'erspread the board, and please the wand'ring eye,
As each, from its moist and globular side,
Reflects a ray, varied by its native hue;
And all, through shelt'ring foliage shine, so placed,
To give them tempting freshness: while Flora,
Dispensing fragrance in the gayest forms,
And brightest tints, that once fair Paradise
Adorned, flings all the loveliness of spring
O'er autumn's ripen'd richness."
A social party of relatives, friends, and neighbours, were seated
round the dinner-table at Lodore House. They have, it would seem, just
dispatched the first two courses, and all important business thus
concluded, they appear to be, at the present moment, trifling most
agreeably with a summer dessert, consisting of clustering grapes,
golden pines, velvet-cheeked peaches, &c. &c. These, crowning costly
dishes, and decked with fresh leaves and gay flowers, resembled,
as the shining surface of the board reflected each inverted heap,
so many isles of plenty, scattered on a glassy sea. While, to keep
up our simile, we may add, that cruising fleets of wine decanters
sailed smoothly round and round, dispensing, wherever they passed,
the sparkling juice of the foreign grape, with wit and gaiety as
sparkling. The busy hum of voices still went on, some in the low murmur
of flirtation, some in the loud debate of politics; while others, in
medium tones, discussed the merits of the last new novel, opera, or
play.
Mr. Jackson, who sat next to Mrs. Montgomery, addressing Henry,
said--"Pray, Mr. St. Aubin, if the question is not an impertinent one,
who might the man be, whom I saw part from you last evening, at the end
of the wood leading into the shrubbery walks between this and my little
place? I was much struck with his figure, and the insolence, I had
almost said, of his step and carriage."
Henry, at first, affected not to hear; but, on the question being
repeated, answered, with over-acted indifference--"The fellow has been,
I believe, a sailor. Begging, I fancy, is his present calling."
"He doubted then," rejoined Mr. Jackson, "either my ability, or my will
to be charitable; for he did not beg of me. Indeed, he seemed disposed
to get out of my way as fast as he could."
"Possibly," said Henry, "he feared that, as a magistrate, you might
put into force the laws against vagrants."
"There was something very remarkable in the countenance of the man,"
persisted Mr. Jackson: "handsome, certainly; but the expression
sinister in the extreme!"
"Expression," repeated Henry with a sneer, "the man is deranged! You
must have heard of a mad beggar about Whitehaven, who calls himself Sir
Sydney Smyth: this is the fellow. I have been foolish enough to give
him money, more than once, I believe; and, consequently, he now does me
the favour to consider me in the light of an old acquaintance."
"I thought," said Mr. Jackson, "the man spoke in a strangely loud and
dictatorial tone.--And so, he is a mad beggar! Well, I have dignified
him amazingly: for he presented to my fancy, why, I scarcely know, the
poetical idea of Milton's devil, walking in paradise. The spot where I
first observed him certainly is equal to any garden of Eden I have ever
been able to imagine!"
"The parson is always in the heroics!" whispered Lady Theodosia to her
next neighbour, Colonel B--: "the last time I was down here, he could
talk of nothing but angels, I remember."
At this moment, the beautiful little twins, now between four and five
years old, were ushered in. After speaking to mamma, papa, grandmamma,
&c. they took up their usual station, one at each side of Edmund, who
helped them to fruit, ice, &c. Indeed he had so many requisitions of
attention from both young ladies, and generally at one and the same
moment, that he proved himself to have no mean talent for gallantry, in
being able to turn with sufficient quickness from one to the other.
"Why, my little pupil will learn to be quite an accomplished ladies'
man," observed Mr. Jackson, aside to Mrs. Montgomery.
"Then will the list of his accomplishments be complete!" said our old
friend the doctor, who happened to catch the words, though across the
table; "for I understand you are teaching him everything--absolutely
everything! In short, erecting, on the substratum of ancient
literature, an elegant structure, adorned with all the modern additions
lately made to science, and inhabited by the muses!"
"Why," said Mr. Jackson, who always answered seriously, however
foolish the speech addressed to him; "I could not feel satisfied in
communicating to a mind like Edmund's, mere dry learning: he already
shows a sensibility to what I call the poetry of nature, and indeed of
everything, which quite delights me."
A young lady, beside whom Henry sat speaking at the same time to her
neighbour, observed, that the little beau had quite enough to do. "It
is not every gentleman who can take as good care of even one lady," she
added, with a laugh.
Henry's attention thus aroused, (for something had thrown him into
a reverie,) he perceived that the lady's plate was quite vacant. He
started, apologized, and now heaped upon it every kind of fruit;
making, at the same time, so many pretty speeches, that the young lady
began to suspect that love, and that for herself, must have caused
his absence of manner. Henry now appeared determined to be quite gay,
and even full of frolic: and the young lady, restored to perfect
good-humour, seemed highly amused by his efforts.
Edmund, and his two little ladies, were on the other side of Henry;
Julia the nearest to him: whenever she looked away, he stole the fruit
off her plate; and laughed much, in unison with his young lady, at
her look of innocent astonishment, when she turned about; and at her
instant application to Edmund, to get her more fruit; which, at the
next opportunity, Henry would again steal. At length he was discovered;
and Julia, without condescending to remonstrate, turned her shoulder as
much as possible to him, and took better care of her plate; which she
pushed with both hands quite close to Edmund's.
Henry's young lady, now seized with a strong veneration for justice,
insisted on her swain's making restitution of the heap of fruit, by
this time collected before her. He, accordingly, slipped his hand over
Julia's head, and emptied the young lady's plate on hers. Julia turned
round; hustled back from off her own chair, and on to Edmund's knee,
supporting herself with one arm over his shoulder; and now, facing the
enemy, she took up her plate in her other hand, slid off its whole
contents on the table near Henry, still without speaking to him, and
asked Edmund to give her more fruit; which he did.
"That is not polite, my dear," observed Lady L.; "why should you throw
Henry's fruit away, and take the same kind from Edmund?"
"Because," answered Julia, speaking distinctly, and with an air of
importance and decision which amused every one, "I don't love Henry,
and I do love Edmund!"
"Explicit, upon my word!" said a gentleman at the other side of the
table, who had been all day receiving alternate smiles and frowns from
an heiress, to whom he was paying his devotions.
"You love poor Henry, then, I suppose," said that gentleman's fair
neighbour to Frances.
"No, indeed!" said Frances; "I hate Henry!"
"And so do I!" said Julia.
The twins always made it a point to be exactly of the same opinion.
"You must not hate any one, my dears," said Lady L., looking grave.
Frances was busily engaged arranging the grey hair of the doctor; and
the better to effect her purpose, she was standing on tip-toe on the
seat of her chair, with her little arms stretched eagerly across the
wrinkled, smiling countenance of the good old man. While Julia, having
kept the strong position she had at first taken up on Edmund's knee,
was sitting perfectly still.
"How marked at this moment," observed Mr. Jackson, aside to Mrs.
Montgomery, "are the distinguishing characteristics of the two little
girls! Quiescent," he proceeded, "I should hardly know one from the
other: the size, the fairness of the skin, the brilliancy of the red in
the cheek, but especially the remarkable quantity of curling, floating,
flaxen hair, is so exactly the same in both."
"The eyes," interrupted Mrs. Montgomery, "are a different colour."
"Oh, yes; and in my opinion," said Mr. Jackson, "the dark hazel is
the most beautiful eye in the world! Yet, Frances', it must be owned,
have many of the poets on their side. Do look," he added, "at the
elastic spring of all her movements, and the picturesque air of her
every attitude; while Julia's grace is always that of repose, except
at the moment of some immediate excitement--I mean, of the feelings,
when the colour mounts, the eyes sparkle, and all becomes energetic
expression. That little creature will require the greatest nicety of
management: her very warmth of heart may lead to a too great vehemence
of character."
"She has certainly a most affectionate disposition," said Mrs.
Montgomery.
"And her gratitude," pursued Mr. Jackson, "is quite a passion!"
"Well, gratitude can never degenerate into a fault!" resumed Mrs.
Montgomery, "and the child is not in the least selfish; indeed, it is
always in the cause of something oppressed or injured, that her little
spirit rises: a bird, a fly, or I have seen her, after trying to beat
Henry, sit down and cry over a crushed worm, that he had refused to
step aside to spare."
"She may require the stricter guard," rejoined Mr. Jackson; "for, under
the guise, and in the cause of generous feelings, we sometimes permit
a warmth of temper to grow upon us, which we should have early subdued,
had it appeared with a bare-faced front, and offered to fight our own
battles."
The rising of the ladies to retire, here put an end to the conversation.
In a day or two, Lady L.'s expected confinement took place. What were
the rejoicings, bonfires, and illuminations, may be imagined, when we
say, that the child was, as the doctor had prophesied, a son.