(Rosalind reading a paper.)
From the east to western Ind,
No jewel is like Rosalind,
Her worth being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind,
All the pictures fairest lined,
Are but black to Rosalind,
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the face of Rosalind.
?Touchstone.—I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; dinners and
suppers, and sleeping hours excepted; it is the right butter-woman's
rank to market.
?? ?? ?? As You Like It.
Whenever L'Isle took holiday from his military duties, he was pretty sure to take it out of his regiment1, the next day. On parade, next morning, he inspected the ranks, bent2 on detecting some defect in bearing or equipment, and peered into the faces of the men, as if hunting out the culprits in the latest breach3 of discipline. Men and officers looked for a three hours' drill, to improve their wind, and put them in condition. But, to their great comfort, he soon let them off, and hastened back to his quarters. Arrived there, he called to his man for his portfolio4, and at once sat down to write as if he had a world of correspondence before him. But it was plain to this man, who had occasion to come often into the room, that his master did not get through his work with his usual facility. He found him, not so often writing, as leaning on the table in laborious6 cogitation7, or biting the feather end of his quill8, or rapping his forehead with his knuckles9, to stimulate10 the action of the organs within, or else striding up and down the room, in a brown study, over sundry11 half-written and discarded sheets of paper, scattered12 on the floor. L'Isle's servant wished to speak to him, but was too wise to disturb him in the midst of those throes of mental labor5. But, when pausing suddenly in his walk, he pressed his forefinger13 on his temple, and exclaimed, "I had it last night, and now I have lost it!" his confidential14 man thought it time to speak. "What is it, sir, shall I look for it?"
L'Isle stared at him, as if just roused from a reverie, and bursting into a hearty15 laugh, bid him go down stairs until he called for him.
Down stairs he went, and told his two companions that their master was at work on the toughest despatch16 or report, or something of that sort, he had ever had to make in his life, adding, "I would not be surprised if something came of it."
"I have not a doubt," answered Tom, the groom17, in a confident tone, "that the colonel has found out some new way to jockey the French, and is about to lay it before Sir Rowland Hill, or, perhaps my Lord Wellington himself."
Being men of leisure, they were still busy discussing their master's affairs, and had begun to wonder if he had forgotten that it was time to go to dinner, when L'Isle called for his man; but it was only to bid him send the groom up to him.
With an obedient start, Tom hastened up stairs. In a few minutes, he came down with an exceedingly neatly18 folded despatch in his hand. He seemed to have gained in that short interval19 no little accession of importance. He had quite sunk the groom, and strode into the room with the air of an ambassador.
"Now, my lads, without even stopping to wet my whistle," said he, "I will but sharpen my spurs, saddle my horse, and then—"
"What then?" asked his comrades.
"I will ride off on my important mission."
"Were you right?" asked L'Isle's gentleman. "Is that for Sir Rowland Hill?"
"Sir Rowland," answered Tom, carelessly, "is not the most considerable personage with whom master may correspond. And as the army post goes every day to Coria, he would hardly send me thither20."
"Can it be for the commander-in-chief?" suggested the footman. "That is farther off still."
"You are but half-right," said Tom, contemptuously; "for it is not so far," and, holding up the letter, he pretended to read the direction: "'To his excellency, Lieutenant21-General Sir Mabel Stewart, commander-in-chief of his majesty's forces in these parts.' If you had not been blockheads, you might have known it, from the extraordinary neatness of the rose-colored envelope, with its figured green border."
"I wonder where he got it?" said the footman.
"He brought them out with him from home," said Tom, as if he were in all his master's secrets, "for his love-letters to the Portuguese22 ladies—but never met with any worth writing love-letters to. And, now, my lads, hinder me no longer, I must ride and run till this be delivered to my lady, and your mistress, that is to be." He was soon in the saddle, and when there, rode as if carrying the news, that a French division, having surprised the dreamy Spaniards in Badajoz, was already fording the Cayo, without meeting even Goring24's handful of dragoons, to check its advance.
L'Isle now hastened to the regimental mess, and, after dining, loitered there longer than usual, with a convivial25 set, until it was late enough to visit Lady Mabel.
He found her alone, in her drawing-room; her father being still at table, with some companions, the murmur26 of whose voices and laughter now and then reached L'Isle's ears.
"Lieutenant Goring, who is down stairs," said Lady Mabel, "has been amusing us at dinner with his version of our adventure at the ford23 of the Cayo; and a very good story he makes of it, giving some rich samples of Captain Hatton's polyglot27 eloquence28. He, alone, seems not to have been in the dark; and saw all, and more than all, that occurred—nor does he forget you in the picture. But, papa cannot see the wit of it at all."
"Burlas de manos, burlas de villanos. There seldom is wit in practical jokes," said L'Isle; "but there was certainly more wit than wisdom in this."
"By-the-bye," said Lady Mabel, "our excursion yesterday has procured29 me a new correspondent. You will be astonished to hear who he is, and at the style in which he writes."
"Indeed!" said L'Isle, with heightening color. "I hope he writes on an agreeable topic, and in a suitable style?"
"You shall judge for yourself," said Lady Mabel. "But the grandiloquence30 of the epistle, worthy31 of Captain Don Alonzo Melendez himself, calls not for reading, but recitation. Do you sit here as critic, while I take my stand in the middle of the room, and give it utterance32 with all the elocution and pathos33 I can muster34. You must know that this epistle I hold in my hand, is addressed to me by no less a personage than the river-god of the Guadiana, who, contrary to all my notions of mythology35, proves to be a gentleman, and not a lady." And, in a slightly mock-heroic tone, she began to recite it:
The magic of thy soul-lit smile,
?Have waked my murmuring voice to song.
?Watering her sunburnt plains,
I, from earliest time, have gladdened
I have watched succeeding races,
?Peopling my fertile strand,
Marked each varying lovely model,
?Moulded by Nature's plastic hand.
Striving still to reach perfection,
?Ruthless, she broke each beauteous mould;
The Iberian girl has often bathed,
?Her limbs in my delighted flood,
And no Acteon came to startle
?This very Dian of the wood.
The stately Roman maid has loitered,
Shedding some pearly drops to think,
?Italia she may see no more.
And rears, as upon Tiber's banks,
?The towers of imperial Rome.
The blue-eyed daughter of the Goth,
?Fresh from her northern forest-home,
In rude nobility of race,
?Foreshadowed her who now has come.
The loveliest offspring of the Moor
?Beside my moon-lit current sat;
And, sighing, sung her hopeless love,
?In strains, that I remember yet.
His own, in far Castilian bower,
?He bears her blandishments unmoved.
Thus Nature tried her 'prentice hand,
?Become, at last, an artist true;
In inspiration's happiest mood,
?She tried again, and moulded you.
Maiden, from my crystal surface,
?May thy image never fade;
Fainter glows each beauteous image,
?Thy beauty vanishing before;
I will clasp thy lovely shadow,
?Fate will grant to me no more.
If the verses were not very good, L'Isle was ready to acknowledge it; but, in fact, he had not the fear of criticism before his eyes; for when did lady ever criticise53 verses made in her praise? But he had reckoned without his host. Though Lady Mabel recited them exceedingly well, in a way that showed that she must have read them over many times, and dwelt upon them, there was an under-current of ridicule54 running through her tones and action—for she had personified the river-god—and when she was done, she criticised them with merciless irony55.
"This is no timid rhymster," she exclaimed, "but a true poet of the Spanish school: No figure is too bold for him. A mere56 versifier would have likened a lady's eyes to earthly diamonds or heavenly stars; the blessed sun itself is not too bright for our poet's purpose.—My timid fancy dared not follow his soaring wing; to me at the first glance, the 'stately Roman maid' was building her mimic57 Rome on the banks of the Guadiana with solid stone and tough cement, and I saddened at the sight of her labors58. To come down to the mechanism59 of the verse," she continued, "besides a false rhyme or two, the measure halts a little.—But we must not forget that the river-god is taking a poetical61 stroll in the shackles62 of a foreign tongue. In this case we have good assurance that the poet has never been out of his own country, and to the eye of a foreigner 'flood' and 'wood' and 'home' and 'come' are perfect rhymes. We must deal gently with the poet while 'trying his 'prentice hand,' hoping better things when he shall 'become an artist true;' and when we remember that to the national taste sublimity63 is represented by bombast64, artifice65 takes the place of nature, and sense is sacrificed to sound, the love of the ore rotundo demanding mouth-filling words at any price, we cannot fail to discover the genuine Spanish beauties of the piece. I only wonder that in his chronological66 picture of the races he should omit to display the Phoenician, Jewish and Gipsy maidens67 to our admiring eyes."
"Heyday68!" exclaimed Colonel Bradshawe, who now came in with Major Warren, while she was still standing69 in the middle of the floor, with the paper raised in her hand, "Is this a rehearsal70? Are we to have private theatricals71, with Lady Mabel for first and sole actress? With songs interspersed72 for her as prima donna? Pray let me come in as one of the dramatis person?."
"It is no play!" said Lady Mabel, much confused. "I have just been throwing away my powers of elocution in an attempt to make Colonel L'Isle perceive the beauties of a piece of model poetry, moulded in the purest Spanish taste. I thought him gifted with some poetic60 feeling, but he shows not the slightest sense of its peculiar73 merits."
L'Isle, though much out of countenance74, had kept his seat through the recitation, but now got up looking little pleased with it.
"Try me," said Major Warren. "You may be more successful in finding a critic."
"I never suspected you of any critical acumen," said Lady Mabel; "and so could not be disappointed."
"Do not overlook me," said Bradshawe. "Poetry is the expression of natural feeling, in a state of exaltation. Now, I am always in an exalted75 state of feeling in your company, and may be just now a very capable judge."
"No; one failure is enough for me," said Lady Mabel. "I am not in the humor to repeat it."
"Let me read it then," said Bradshawe, offering to take the paper from her hand.
Lady Mabel declined, and L'Isle tried to divert his attention. But Bradshawe's curiosity was strongly excited, and he made more than one playful attempt to get possession of the verses. Upon this, Lady Mabel went to the table near which L'Isle was standing, and pretended to hide them between the pages of one of the books there. L'Isle, anxious that they should be kept from every eye but hers, watched her closely. Could he believe his eyes? As she stooped over the table, she actually, unobserved, as she thought, slipped the verses into her bosom76. Bradshawe pertinaciously77 began to search the volumes; on which, Lady Mabel took up the largest of them, and with a grave face carried it out of the room, leaving L'Isle so well satisfied with her care for his epistle, that, by the time she came back, he was ready to bear, without flinching78, any severity of criticism.
The rest of the company below being gone, Lord Strathern now entered the room. "Ah, L'Isle, I am glad to find you here; I was just about to send after you. I have this moment received a dispatch from Sir Rowland. He needs you for a special service, and this letter contains his instructions."
"Is it in verse, Papa?" asked Lady Mabel, coming close up beside her father.
"I thought it might be a growing custom to correspond in verse. The last letter I received was in regular stanzas80."
"Who from?" asked Lord Strathern.
"A Spaniard—a genuine Spaniard, of the purest water," said Lady Mabel. "And, strange to tell, I never saw him but once in my life."
"The impudent81 rascal82!" exclaimed his lordship. "I will have him horsewhipped by way of answer, a stripe for every line."
"Nay," said Lady Mabel, "a stripe for every bad line will be cutting criticism enough."
"Who is this fellow? Is it the Don Alonso Melendez you were telling me of?"
"Never mind his name, Papa. I am afraid you might have him flayed83 alive, while the poor fellow deserves nothing but laughter for his doggerel84." And while this doggerel was secretly pressed by her bosom, she stole a look at L'Isle, and was surprised to see how little galled85 he seemed to be by her ridicule.
"What is the burden of Sir Rowland's verses?" she asked, addressing him.
"Very true!" exclaimed L'Isle; "I had forgotten to read it." And breaking the seal, he ran his eye hastily over the letter. "I must leave Elvas at once, and be away some days," he said, with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Sir Rowland is very fond of sending you on his errands," remarked Lord Strathern. "And, hitherto you seemed to like the extra work he gave you."
"I would be gladly excused from it just now," answered L'Isle, and in spite of himself, his eye wandered toward Lady Mabel. Lord Strathern did not observe this, but said, jestingly: "I believe you have contrived86 to convince Sir Rowland that none of us can do any thing so well as you can," but there was a little tone of pique87 in the way this was said.
"I have made no attempt to do so," L'Isle answered. "But he has given me some thing to do now, and I must set about it at once." Taking leave of Lady Mabel, he held a short private conference with his lordship, and, when he went out to mount his horse, found Colonel Bradshawe already in the saddle, waiting for him. This annoyed him, for he instinctively88 knew Bradshawe's object, and looked to be ingeniously cross-questioned as to the verses which Lady Mabel had recited, and then criticised so unsparingly. Unwilling89 to let Bradshawe stretch him on the rack for his amusement, L'Isle assumed the offensive, and at once broached90 another matter which he had much at heart.
"I wonder when we will leave Elvas," he exclaimed, abruptly91. "If we stay here much longer, we will be at war with the people around us. I never knew my lord so negligent92 of discipline. It evidently grows upon him."
"He is content with preserving order in Elvas," said L'Isle; "but turns a deaf ear to almost every complaint the peasantry make against our people."
"Many of them are lies," said Bradshawe, coolly.
"And many of them are too well founded," answered L'Isle. "You are the senior officer in the brigade, and a man of no little tact94. Could you not stir my lord up to looking more closely into this matter."
"I will think of it," said Bradshawe, anxious to open a more interesting subject.
"Pray think of it speedily," said L'Isle. "There is no time to be lost, and I must lose no time now. The sun has set, and I must be in Olivenca by midnight."
"What will you do there?" asked Bradshawe.
"Bait my horses on my way into Andalusia," answered L'Isle, riding off at full gallop95, leaving Bradshawe much provoked at his slipping out of his hands before he could put him to the question.
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portfolio
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labor
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sundry
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lieutenant
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