Leech. You should go to Switzerland. Sir C. I have been. Nothing there, people say so much about everything. There certainly were a few glaciers, some monks, and large dogs, and thick ankles, and bad wine, and Mont Blanc; yes, and there was ice on the top, too; but I prefer the ice at Gunter's, — less trouble, and more in it. Leech. Then, if Switzerland would n't do, I'd try Italy. Sir C. My dear Leech, I've tried it over and over again, and what then? Leech. Did not Rome inspire you? Sir C. O, believe me, Tom, a most horrible hole! People talk so much about these things. There's the Coloseum, now; round, very round, - -a goodish ruin enough; but I was disappointed with it. Capitol,-tolerable high; and St. Peter's, marble, and mosaics, and fountains, dome certainly not badly scooped; but there was nothing in it. --- Leech. Come, Coldstream, you must admit we have nothing like St. Peter's in London. Sir C. No, because we don't want it; but, if we wanted such a thing, of course we should have it. A dozen gentlemen meet, pass resolutions, institute, and in twelve months it would be run up; nay, if that were all, we 'd buy St. Peter's itself, and have it sent over. Leech. Ha, ha! well said, you're quite right. What say you to beautiful Naples? Sir C. Not bad, excellent water-melons, and goodish opera; they took me up Vesuvius, - a horrid bore! It smoked a good deal, certainly, but altogether a wretched mountain; saw the crater · looked down, but there was nothing in it. Leech. But the bay? Sir C. Inferior to Dublin! Leech. The Campagna? Sir C. A swamp! Leech. Greece? Leech. Egypt? Sir C. A desert! Leech. The Pyramids? Sir C. Humbugs!-nothing in any of them! You bore me. Is it possible that you cannot invent something that would make my blood boil in my veins,- my hair stand on end, my heart beat,- my pulse rise; that would produce an excitement — an emotion a palpitation - but,, no!Leech. I've an idea! sation. Sir C. You? What is it? Leech. Marry' -a sen Sir C. Hum! - well, not bad. There's novelty about the notion it never did strike me to- O, but, no: I should be bored with the exertion of choosing. If a wife, now, could be had like a dinner — for ordering. Leech. She can, by you. Take the first woman that comes: on my life, she 'll not refuse twelve thousand pounds a year. . Sir C. Come, I don't dislike the project; I almost feel something like a sensation coming. I have n't felt so excited for some time; it's a novel enjoyment-a surprise! I'll try it. 40. MOSES AT THE FAIR.-J. S. Coyne. Jenkinson, having thrown aside his disguise as a quack doctor, enters with a box under his arm, encounters Moses, and sets down his box. One Jenkinson. A wonderful man! A wonderful man! Moses. Ah, a patient of that impudent quack doctor. Jen. Quack doctor, Sir? Would there were more such! draught of his aqua soliginus has cured me of a sweating sickness, that was on me now these six years; and carried a large imposthume off my throat, that scarce let me eat, drink or sleep, except in an upright posture, and now it has gone as clean, saving your presence, as — [picks his pocket] - that, Sir! O, a wonderful man! I came here, at full length, in a cart; but I shall ride back as upright as a gate-post, if I can but come by a horse. Moses [aside]. A customer for the colt; he seems a simple fellow. I have a horse to sell, Sir. Jen. O! I warrant me you are one of those cozening horse-jockeys that take in poor honest folk. I know no more of horses than you do of Greek. Moses. Nay-[aside] - but I must appear simple.-I assure you, Sir, that you need not fear being cozened by me. I have a good stout colt for sale, that has been worked in the plough these two years; you can but step aside and look at him. Jen. Well, as for that, I don't care if I do; but, bless me! I was forgetting my wares. [Takes up his box. Moses. What have you there? Jen. [mysteriously]. Ah! that's a secret. They're my wares. There's a good twelve pounds' worth under the lid of that box. But you'll not talk about it, or I might be robbed; the fair 's full of rogues; perhaps you 're one of 'em, -you look mighty sharp! Moses. Nay, my good man, I am as honest as thyself; [aside] though perhaps not quite such a simpleton! Jen. Well, I don't care if I do look at thy horse; [aside]and you may say good-by to him. - But you 're sure he 's quiet to ride and drive? Moses. I've driven him myself, and I am not one that driveth furiously; and you may believe he 's quiet to ride, when I tell you he 's carried my mother, an old lady, and never thrown her. [Aside.] It 's true, she tumbled off once; but that was her fault, and not the colt's. Jen. Then, I don't care if I say a bargain. How much is it to be? I don't like paying more than ten guineas. Moses [aside]. He's not worth half the money! You shall name your own price; [aside] - and then nobody can say I cheated him. Jen. What say you to nine guineas, and the odd half-guinca for saddle and bridle? Moses. Nay, I would not drive a hard bargain, I'm content. Jen. Stop a bit, and I'll give the money. [Pretends to search his pockets.] Eh? O, nay, 't is t' other pocket; no, O! I'm a ruined man! I be robbed thieves! I be robbed Moses. Robbed? This comes of carrying money. "Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator," as Juvenal says. But I will lend thee enough to take thee home again. [Going to put his hand into his pocket. Jen. [prevents him]. Nay, good young man, I have friends enow in this place who will do that for me. It is the loss of the horse that vexes me. Hold! - perhaps, though I can no longer buy, you may be willing to make a barter? Moses. Why, the practice of barter was much used among the ancients; and, indeed, the Lacedemonians had no coined money until after the time of Lycurgus, as you are aware. Jen. No-I can't say I know the family. But will you exchange your horse against my wares? There's a good twelve pounds' worth of 'em. Moses. What are they? Deprome- that is, bring them forth. Jen. [opens his box]. A gross of green spectacles, fine pebbles and silver rims. [Taking a pair out of case. [Taking a pair. Moses. A gross of green spectacles. Jen. A dozen dozen. Moses. Let's see; [aside, calculates] and twenty-one's into twelve times twelve is go yes, a capital bargain! - I accept; you take the colt, and I'll take the spectacles. [Offering to take the box. Jen. Nay, nay! I'll give you the box when you 've given me the colt; so, come! Moses. A gross of green spectacles! Huzza! [Aside.] I'll retail them for twice the money. "Nocte pluit totà redeunt spectacula mane "There come back spectacles many." Ha, ha! the silly.fellow! Well, it's not my fault, he will cheat himself, ha, ha! 0, Moses is a simpleton, is he? Moses can't make a bargain, can't he? [Exit. Jen. Of all the green spectacles I ever sold, I must say you 're the greenest, 41. VAN DEN BOSCH AND VAN ARTEVELDE. --- Henry Taylor. Artevelde. This is a mighty matter, Van den Bosch, And much to be revolved ere it be answered. Van den Bosch. The people shall elect thee with one voice 1 will insure the White-Hoods, and the rest Art. They may remember it; and, Van den Bosch, To which this People brought my noble father? From which their common weal had sprung and flourished. How long he fought; how falsely came like friends Who slew my father; yea, who slew their own (For like one had he ruled the parricides), Even such a multitude thou 'dst have me govern. Van den B. Why, what if Jacques Artevelde was killed He had his reign, and that for many a year, And a great glory did he gain thereby. And as for Guisebert Grutt and Simon Bette, If you be as stout-hearted as your father, And mindful of the villanous trick they played him, Art. They cannot render back The golden bowl that 's broken at the fountain, Their worthless lives, for his of countless price, And it were well to wring the payment from them Van den B. Then will I call the People to the Art. Not so fast. Your vessel, Van den Bosch, hath felt the storm And you would make a jury-mast of me, - Wherefore should this be added to the wreck ? square, Van den B. I pray you, speak it in the Burgher's tongue I lack the scholarship to talk in tropes. Art. The question, to be plain, is briefly this: Shall I, who, chary of tranquillity, Not busy in this factious city's broils, Nor frequent in the market-place, eschewed The even battle, shall I join the rout? Van den B. Times are sore changed, I see; there's none in Ghent That answers to the name of Artevelde. Thy father did not carp nor question thus, When Ghent invoked his aid. The days have been When not a citizen drew breath in Ghent But freely would have died in Freedom's cause. Art. The cause, I grant thee, Van den Bosch, is good; And, were I linked to earth no otherwise But that my whole heart centred in myself, I could have tossed you this poor life to play with, Taking no second thought. But as things are, I will revolve the matter warily, And send thee word betimes of my conclusion. Van den B. Betimes it must be, for the White-Hood chiefs Meet two hours hence; and ere we separate Our course must be determined. Art. In two hours, If I be for you, I will send this ring In token I have so resolved. Farewell' Van den B. Philip Van Artevelde, & greater man Than ever Ghent beheld, we 'll make of thee, If thou be bold enough to try this venture. God give thee heart o do so! Fare thee well [Exit Van den Bosch.| |