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Invalides, or passing in spectral re give an unfavourable notion of his view the dead of Austerlitz and Boro heart, to those who do not accept our dino, suspend your lonely walk, curb lenient interpretation of his coldyour shadowy charger, and contem blooded style. The traits he sets down, plate this pitiable spectacle ! You, and which are no more than will be too, gave dukedoms, and lavished found in many French narratives, even crowns, but you gave them for despatches, and bulletins, show how services worth the naming. Ney and well the Franco-African army carry the Moskwa, Massena and Essling, out the merciful maxims of Bugeaud. Lannes and Montebello, are words Mr Borrer, a geographer and antithat bear the coupling, and grace a quary, passed seventeen months in coronet. The names of the places, Algeria ; and during his residence although all three recall brilliant vic there, in May 1846, a column of eight tories, are far less glorious in their thousand French troops, commanded associations than the names of the by the Duke of Isly in person, marched
But Bugeaud and Isly! against the Kabyles, "that mysteri: What can we say of them ? Truly, ous, bare-headed, leathern - aproned thus much—they, too, are worthy of race, whose chief accomplishment was each other.
said to be that of being crack-shots,' When reviewing, about two years their chief art that of neatly roasting ago, Captain Kennedy's narrative of their prisoners alive, and their chief travel and adventure in Algeria, virtue that of loving their homes.” It we regretted he did not speak out may interest the reader to hear a raabout the mode of carrying on the ther more explicit account of this singuwar, and about the prospects of Alge lar people, who dwell in the mountains rine colonisation ; and we hinted a that traverse Algeria from Tunis to suspicion that the amenities of French Morocco-an irregular domain, whose military hospitality, largely extended limits it is difficult exactly to define in to a British fellow-soldier, had in- words. The Kabyles are, in fact, the duced him, if not exactly to cloak, at highlanders of North Africa, and they least to shun laying bare, the errors hold themselves aloof from the Arabs and mishaps of his entertainers. We and Europeans that surround them. cannot make the same complaint of Concerning them, we find some diverthe very pretty book, rich in vig- sity in the statements of Mr Borrer, nettes and cream-colour, entitled, and of an anonymous Colonist, twelve A Campaign in the Kabylie. Mr years resident at Bougie, whose pamBorrer, whom the Cockneys, contemp- phlet is before us. Of the two, the tuous of terminations, will assuredly Frenchman gives them the best charconfound with his great gipsy cotem- acter, but both agree as to their porary, George Borrow of the Bible, industry and intelligence, their fruhas, like Captain Kennedy, dipped gality and skill in agriculture. They his spoon in French messes. He are not nomadic like the Arabs, but has ridden with their regiments, and live in villages, till the land, and tend sat at their board, and been quartered flocks. Dwelling in the mountains, with their officers, and received kind they have few horses, and fight chiefly ness and good treatment on all hands; on foot. Divided into many tribes, and therefore any thing that could they are constantly quarreling and be construed into malicious comment fighting amongst themselves, but they would come with an ill grace from his forget their feuds and quickly unite to pen. But it were exaggerated deli- repel a foreign foe. "Predisposed by cacy to abstain from stating facts, his character," says the Colonist, "to and these he gives in all their naked- draw near to civilisation, the Kabyle ness ; generally, however, allowing attaches himself sincerely to the civithem to speak for themselves, and lised man when circumstances estabad ing little in the way of remark or lish a friendly connexion between them. opinion. In pursuance of this system, He is still inclined to certain vices he relates the most horrible instances inherent in the savage ; but of all the of outrage and cruelty with a matter Africans, he is the best disposed to live of-fact coolness, and an absence alike in friendship and harmony with us, of blame and sympathy, that may which he will do when he shall find
North Africa is ill-adapted to French period, an Algiers newspaper (La constitutions. M. Desjobert has al- France Algérienne) estimated the ready told us the average loss of the European agriculturists at 7000, twoarmy, and General Duvivier, in his thirds of whom were mere marketSolution de la Question d'Algérie, fully gardeners. corroborated his statements.
It is unnecessary to multiply proofs; man,” said the general, “whose con and we will here conclude this imperstitution is not in barmony with the fect sketch of Franco-African coloniclimate of Africa, never adapts him- sation, of its crimes, its errors, and self to it; he suffers, wastes away, its cost, by extracting a rather reand dies. The expression, that a markable passage from a writer we mass of men who have been for some have more than once referred to, and time in Africa have become inured to who, although perhaps disposed to the climate, is inexact. They have view things in Algeria upon the not become inured to it; they have black side, is yet deserving of credit, been decimated by death. The climate as well by his position as by reason is a great sieve, which allows a rapid of his painstaking research and, passage to everything that is not of a so far as we have verified them, accucertain force." Supposing 100,000 rate statistics. men sent from France to Algeria for “ The colonists cannot deny,” say3 six years' service. At the end of Monsieur Desjobert in his Algérie en that time, their loss by disease alone, 1846," and they admit: at the rate of six per cent-proved “1o. That Europe alone maintains by M. Desjobert to be the annual the 200,000 Europeans in Algeria. In average-would amount to upwards of 1846 we are compelled to repeat what 30,000, or to more than three-tenths of General Bernard, minister of war, the whole. Theemigrants fare no better. said in 1838: Algeria resembles a “ They look for milk and honey,” naked rock, which it is necessary to says Borrer : “ they find palmetta and supply with everything, except air disease. The villages scattered about and water.' the Sahel or Massif of Algiers (a “2o. That so long as we remain high ground at the back of the city, in this precarious situation, a naval forming a rampart between the Me- war, by interrupting the communicatidja and the Mediterranean) are, tions, would compromise the safety of with one or two exceptions, a type our army. In 1846 we repeat M. of desolation. Perched upon the Thiers' words, uttered in 1837: 'If most arid spots, distant from water, war surprises you in the state of inthe poor tenants lie sweltering be- decision in which you are, I say that tween sun and sirocco.” A Mississippi the disgraceful evacuation of Africa swamp must be as eligible “squatting" will be inevitable.' ground as this-Arabs instead of alli “ M. Thiers did not speak the gators, and the Algerine fever in whole truth when he talked of evaplace of Yellow Jack. “At the gates cuation. In such an extremity, evaof Algiers, in the villages of the cuation would be impossible. Our Sahel," said the Algérie" newspaper army would perish of misery, and its of the 22d December 18+5, “ the colo- remnant would fall into the hands of nists desert, driven away by hunger. the enemy." If any remain, it is because they Another enemy than the Arabs is have no strength to move. In the here evidently pointed at; that pos. plain of the Metidja, the misery and sible foe is now a friend to France, and desolation are greater still. At Fon we trust will long remain so. But on douck, in the last five months, 120 many accounts the sentences we have persons have died, ont of a popula- just quoted are significant, as protion of 280.” The reporter to the ceeding from the pen of a French deCommission of the French budget of puty. They need no comment, and 1837 (Monsieur Bignon) admitted that we shall offer none. We wait with " the results of the colonisation are interest to see if France's African almost negative.” He could not ob- colony prospers better under the Retain, he said, an estimate of the public of 1848 than it did under agricultural population. At the same the Monarchy of 1830.
PART IX.- CHAPTER XXXIX.
And my father pushed aside his books. at least made a sensation. But if
O young reader, whoever thou art, you had all the snows of the Gramor reader, at least, who hast been young, pians in your heart, you might enter
-canst thou not remember some time unnoticed : take care not to tread on when, with thy wild troubles and the toes of your opposite neighbour, sorrows as yet borne in secret, thou and not a soul is disturbed, not hast come back from that hard, stern " comforter” stirs an inch! I had world which opens on thee when thou not slept a wink, I had not even puttest thy foot out of the threshold laid down all that night—the night in of home-come back to the four quiet which I had said farewell to Fanny walls, wherein thine elders sit in Trevanion—and the next morning, peace—and seen, with a sort of sad when the sun rose, I wandered outamaze, how calm and undisturbed where I know not. I have a dim recolall is there? That generation which lection of long, gray, solitary streetshas gone before thee in the path of of the river, that seemed flowing in dull the passions—the generation of thy silence, away, far away, into some inparents-(not so many years, per- visible eternity-trees and turf, and the chance, remote from thine own)—how gay voices of children. I must have immovably far off, in its still repose, gone from one end of the great Babel to it seems from tiy turbulent youth! It the other: but my memory only became has in it a stillness as of a classic age, clear and distinct when I knocked, antique as the statues of the Greeks. somewhere before noon, at the door That tranquil monotony of routine of my father's house, and, passing into which those lives that preceded heavily up the stairs, came into the thee have merged-the occupations drawing-room, which was the rendezthat they have found sufficing for their vous of the little family ; for, since happiness, by the fireside-in the arm we had been in London, my father chair and corner appropriated to each— had ceased to have his study apart, and how strangely they contrast thine own contented himself with what he called feverish excitement! And they make "a corner”-a corner wide enough room for thee, and bid thee welcome to contain two tables and a dumb and then resettle to their hushed pur- waiter, with chairs à discretion all suits, as if nothing had happened ! littered with books. On the opposite Nothing had happened! while in thy side of this capacious corner sat my heart, perhaps, the whole world seems uncle, now nearly convalescent, and to have shot from its axis, all the he was jotting down, in his stiff milielements to be at war! And you sit tary hand, certain figures in a little red down, crushed by that quiet happiness account-book-for you know already which you can share no more, and that my uncle Roland was, in his exsmile mechanically, and look into the penses, the most methodical of men. fire ; and, ten to one, you say nothing My father's face was more benign till the time comes for bed, and you than usual, for, before him lay a proof take up your candle, and creep miser -the first proof of his first work-his ably to your lonely room.
one work-the Great Book! Yes! it had Now, if in a stage coach in the depth positively found a press. And the first of winter, when three passengers are proof of your first work-ask any warm and snug, a fourth, all besnowed author what that is! My mother was and frozen, descends from the outside out, with the faithful Mrs Primmins, and takes place amongst them, shopping or marketing no doubt; so, straightway all the three passengers while the brothers were thus engaged, shift their places, uneasily pull up it was natural that my entrance should their cloak collars, re-arrange their not make as much noise as if it had " comforters,” feel indignantly a sen been a bomb, or a singer, or a clap of sible loss of caloric—the intruder has thunder, or the last great novel of
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the season, or anything else that with it, and it was singing lustily. made a noise in those days. For what Now, when the canary saw me standmakes a noise now? Now, when ing opposite to its cage, and regardthe most astonishing thing of all is ing it seriously, and, I have no doubt, in our easy familiarity with things with a very sombre aspect, the creaastounding—when we say, listlessly, ture stopped short, and hung its head " Another revolution at Paris,” or, on one side, looking at me obliquely “ By the bye, there is the deuce to do and suspiciously. Finding that I did at Vienna !"_when De Joinville is it no harm, it began to hazard a few catching fis in the ponds at Clare- broken notes, timidly and interrogamont, and you hardly turn back to tively, as it were, pausing between look at Metternich on the pier at each ; and at length, as I made no Brighton!
reply, it evidently thought it had My uncle nodded, and growled in- solved the doubt, and ascertained that distinctly ; my father
I was more to be pitied than feared“ Put aside his books; you have told for it stole gradually into so soft and us that already."
silvery a strain that, I verily believe, Sir, you are very much mistaken, it did it on purpose to comfort me! he did not put aside his books, for he me, its old friend, whom it had unjustwas not engaged in them—he was ly suspected. Never did any music reading his proof. And he smiled, tonch me so home as did that long, and pointed to it (the proof I mean) plaintive cadence. And when the pathetically, and with a kind of bird ceased, it perched itself close humour, as much as to say—“What to the bars of the cage, and looked at can you expect, Pisistratus?-my new me steadily with its bright intelligent baby! in short clothes-orlong primer, eyes. I felt mine water, and I turned which is all the same thing !”
back and stood in the centre of the I took a chair between the two, and room, irresolute what to do, where to looked first at one, then at the other, go. My father had done with the and-heaven forgive me !—I felt a proof, and was deep in his folios. rebellious, ungrateful spite against Roland had clasped his red account both. The bitterness of my soul must book, restored it to his pocket, wiped have been deep indeed to have his pen carefully, and now watched overflowed in that direction, but it did. me from under his great beetle brows. The grief of youth is an abominable Suddenly he rose, and, stamping on egotist, and that is the truth, I got the hearth with his cork leg, exclaimed, up from the chair, and walked towards “Look up from those cursed books, the window; it was open, and outside brother Austin! What is there in the window was Mrs Primmins' cana that lad's face ? Construe that, if you ry, in its cage. London air had agreed
And my father pushed aside his Captain Roland, “will nobody say books, and rose hastily. He took off what is the matter ? Money, I suppose his spectacles, and rubbed them me -money, you confounded extravagant chanically, but he said nothing; and young dog. Luckily you have got an my uncle, staring at him for a moment, uncle who has more than he knows in surprise at his silence, burst out, what to do with. How much?—-fifty?
- Oh! I see-he has been getting a hundred? two hundred ? How can I into some scrape, and you are angry! write the cheque, if you'll not speak?" Fie! young blood will have its way, “ Hush, brother! it is no money Austin-it will. I don't blame that you can give that will set this right. it is only when-come here, Sisty! My poor boy ! have I guessed truly? Zounds! man, come here."
Did I guess truly the other evening, My father gently brushed off the when—" captain's hand, and, advancing towards “Yes, sir, yes! I have been so me, opened his arms. The next mo wretched. But I am better now-I ment I was sobbing on his breast. can tell you all.”
* But what is the matter?" cried My uncle moved slowly towards
the door: his fine sense of delicacy " True; but Lady Ellinor was not made him think that even he was out then an heiress, and her father viewed of place in the confidence between son these matters as no other peer in Engand father.
land perhaps would. As for Trevanion “No, uncle," I said, holding out himself, I dare say he has no prejudices my hand to him, “stay; you too can about station, but he is strong in comadvise me-strengthen me. I have mon sense. He values himself on being kept my honour yet-help me to keep a practical man. It would be folly to it still."
talk to him of love, and the affections At the sound of the word honour of youth. He would see in the son of Captain Roland stood mute, and Austin Caxton, living on the interest raised his head quickly.
of some fifteen or sixteen thousand So Itold all-incoherently enough at pounds, such a match for his daughfirst, but clearly and manfully as I ter as no prudent man in his position went on. Now I know that it is not could approve. And as for Lady the custom of lovers to confide in Ellinor' fathers and uncles. Judging by those “She owes us much, Austin !” exmirrors of life, plays and novels, they claimed Roland, his face darkening. choose better ;-valets and chamber Lady Ellinor is now what, if we maids, and friends whom they have had known her better, she promised picked up in the street, as I had picked always to be—the ambitious, brilliant, up poor Francis Vivian-to these they scheming woman of the world. Is it make clean breasts of their troubles. not so, Pisistratus ? " But fathers and uncles—to them they I said nothing. I felt too much. are close, impregnable, “buttoned to “And does the girl like you ?—but the chin." The Caxtons were an ec I think it is clear she does !” excentric family, and never did anything claimed Roland. “Fate-fate; it has like other people. When I had ended, been a fatal family to us! Zounds, I lifted my eyes, and said pleadingly, Austin, it was your fault. Why did “Now, tell me, is there no hope you let him go there?” none ?
“My son is now a man—at least in “Why should there be none ?” heart, if not in years—can man be shut cried Captain Roland hastily—“the from danger and trial ? They found De Caxtons are as good a family as the me in the old parsonage, brother!”
Trevanions; and as for yourself, all I said my father mildly. will say is, that the young lady might My uncle walked, or rather stumpchoose worse for her own happiness.” ed, three times up and down the room;
I wrung my uncle's hand, and turned and he then stopped short, folded his to my father in anxious fear-for I arms, and came to a decisionknew that, in spite of his secluded “ If the girl likes you, your duty is habits, few men ever formed a sounder doubly clear—you can't take advanjudgment on worldly matters, when tage of it. You have done right to he was fairly drawn to look at them. leave the house, for the temptation A thin wonderful is that plain might be too strong." wisdom which scholars and poets " But what excuse shall I make to often have for others, though they Mr Trevanion?" said I feebly—“what rarely deign to use it for themselves. story cay I invent? So careless as he And how on earth do they get at it? is while he trusts, so penetrating if he I looked at my father, and the vague once suspects, he will see through all hope Roland had excited fell as
my subterfuges, and-and-—" I looked.
*** It is as plain as a pike-staff," “Brother," said he slowly, and said my uncle abruptly—" and there shaking his head, “the world, which need be no subterfuge in the matter. gives codes and laws to those who live 'I must leave you, Mr Trevanion. in it, does not care much for a pedi- "Why?' says he. Don't ask me.' gree, unless it goes with a title-deed He insists. • Well then, sir, if yon to estates."
must know, I love your daughter. I “Trevanion was not richer than have nothing--she is a great heiress. Pisistratus when he married Lady You will not approve of that love, and Ellinor," said my uncle.
therefore I leave you!' That is the