Sir Jasper Carew: His Life and Experience. Lever Charles James

circumstances make it necessary for you to fill your house with Government hacks, spies, and informers. Take my word for it, honest men and their wives won’t like such associates; and though they sneer now at the Grinder’s daughter, she ‘ll be the best of your company ere long.

      “My compliments to his Grace, and say I hope he ‘ll not forget that I have promised him some shooting.

      “Yours truly,

      “M. Curtis.

      “A line from Ffrench followed: —

      “D. W., – As I came with Curtis, I must go with him; but I

      hope soon to see you, and explain some things which I grieve to defer even for a short time.

      “Now, Dan, I ask you, is this courteous, – is it even fair and manly? They see me endeavoring to bring men together socially who, whatever their political differences, might yet learn to know and esteem each other in private. They comprehend all the difficulty imposed by my wife’s extreme youth and inexperience; and this is the aid they give me! But I know well what it means! The whole thing is part and parcel of that tyranny that a certain set of fellows have exercised over this country for the last century. A blind, misguided, indiscriminate hatred of England and of Englishmen is their only notion of a policy, and they’d stop short at nothing in their stupid animosity. They’ve mistaken their man, however, this time. Egad! they ought to have tried some other game before they ventured to bully me. In their blind ignorance, they fancied that because I entertained a Viceroy, I must necessarily be a Castle hack. Faith, if I become so yet, they ‘ve only themselves to thank for it. As it is, I had no sooner read that note than I hastened downstairs to seek the Duke, and just overtook him in the shrubbery. I told him frankly the indignation I felt at a dictation which I suffered no man to assume towards me. I said more, – I assured him that no sneers of party, nor any intimidation of a set, should ever prevent me giving the Government a support whenever the measures were such as in my conscience I approved of. I am the more free to say so, because I want nothing, – I would accept of nothing from them; and I went so far as to say as much. ‘I ‘ll never insult you with an offer, Carew,’ was the Duke’s reply to me, and we shook hands on our bargain!”

      “It was that very shake-hands alarmed me!” said Dan, gravely; “I saw it from the window, and guessed there was something in the wind!”

      “Come, come, Dan, it’s not in your nature to be suspectful; you could n’t possibly suppose – ”

      “I never lose time in suspecting anybody,” broke in MacNaghten; “but indeed it’s not worth any one’s while to plot against me! I only say, Watty, don’t be hurried away by any momentary anger with Curtis and the like of him. You have a fine position, don’t wreck it out of a mere pique!”

      “I ‘ll go abroad again! I ‘ve lived too long out of this wasps’ nest to endure the eternal buzzing and stinging that goes on around me.”

      “I think you ‘re right there,” said MacNaghten.

      My father made no reply, and looked anything but pleased at the ready concurrence in his plan.

      “We shall never understand them, nor they us,” said he, peevishly, after a pause.

      MacNaghten nodded an affirmative.

      “The Duke, of course, then, remains here?” said Dan, after a pause.

      “Of course he does not,” replied my father, pettishly; “he has announced to me the urgent necessity of his return to Dublin, nor do I see that anything has since occurred to alter that contingency.”

      The tone in which he had spoken these words showed not only how he felt the taunt implied in Dan’s remark, but how sincerely to his own conscience he acknowledged its justice. There was no doubt of it! My father’s patriotism, that withstood all the blandishments of “Castle” flattery, all the seductions of power, and all the bright visions of ambition, had given way under the impulse of a wounded self-love. That men so inferior to him should dictate and control his actions, presume to influence his whole conduct, and even exercise rule in his household, gave him deep offence, coming as it did at a moment when his spirit was chafed by disappointment; and thus, he that could neither have been bribed nor bought was entrapped by a trick and an accident.

      Every one knows that there are little social panics as there are national ones, – terrors for which none can account, leading to actions for which none can give the reason; so here, all of a sudden, all the guests discovered that they had reached the limit of their stay: some had to hasten home to receive visitors, others were engaged elsewhere; there were innumerable calls of duty, and affection, and business, all uttered with the accustomed sincerity, and listened to by my father with a cold acquiescence which assuredly gave no fresh obstacles to the departures.

      As for my mother, her graciousness at the leave-takings only served to increase the displeasure her former indifference had created. It seemed as if her courtesy sprung out of the pleasure of being free from her guests; and as she uttered some little polite phrase in her broken language to each, the recipients looked anything but flattered at the alteration of her manner. The Viceroy alone seemed to accept these civilities literally; he vowed that he had never enjoyed three days more in his life; that Castle Carew and its hospitalities would hold the very first place in his future recollections of Ireland: these and such like, uttered with the very best of manners, and with all the influence which rank could bestow, actually delighted my mother, who was not slow to contrast the high-bred tone of the great personage with the less flattering deportment of her other guests.

      It would not be a very pleasing task were we to play the eavesdropper, and, following the various carriages of the departing company, hear the comments now so freely bestowed on the host of Castle Carew. It is true some were kind-hearted enough to see all the difficulties of my father’s position in the true light, and to hope that by time and a little management these might be overcome.

      There were others less generous; but what they said it would be scarcely more graceful of me to repeat; enough that my mother was the especial mark of the strictures, – the censure of my father went no further than compassion! And oh, dear! when the world condescends to compassion, what execration is equal to it! How beautifully it draws up the full indictment of your failings, that it may extend its clemency to each! How carefully does it discriminate between your depravity and your weakness, that it may not wrong you! But how cutting is the hopefulness it expresses for your future, by suggesting some utterly impossible road for your reformation!

      And now they were all gone, – all except Polly Fagan and MacNaghten; but Dan, indeed, was part of the household, and came and went as he liked. Fagan had sent his carriage to Bray to meet his daughter, as had been agreed upon; but a letter from Polly came to say that Madame Carew had pressed her with so much kindness to remain, and that she herself was so happy, that she sincerely hoped the permission might be accorded her. The note concluded by stating that Mr. Carew would visit Dublin by the end of the week, and take that opportunity of leaving her at home.

      “Oh, que nous sommes bien, ainsi!” exclaimed my mother, as the little party of four sat down to dinner; and all seemed to applaud the sentiment but my father, who seemed far more thoughtful and grave than his wont. Even this, however, threw no gloom over the rest, who were in the very happiest and best of humors. My mother was in all the ecstasy of her now joyous nature, suddenly emancipated from the toilsome drudgery of a duty she disliked. Polly, flattered by the tone of perfect equality extended to her, and by the unequivocal preference of my mother for her, hourly developed more and more of those graces which only needed opportunity for their growth, and displayed charms of manner and resources of mind that actually delighted her companions; while in MacNaghten’s happy nature and gay-heartedness there was the only other element wanting to make the party a most pleasant one.

      The arrival of the letter-bag – that little moment which in every country household forms the privileged interruption to every care and every amusement – broke suddenly in upon their carouse; and as my father unlocked the precious sack, each looked eagerly for his share of the contents.

      “All for myself, I see,” muttered he; “nothing but ‘Walter Carew’ here. Your creditors are forgetting