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weather and some of the odd fellows he troubles, your domestic anxieties have had observed in his travels. “ And,” he passed away so far as the health of your wrote, “ there is in the room at the pre- family is concerned. The sturdy youth sent moment a long, lank, red-headed, will be almost a man, and Una quite a woempty-brained nincompoop, who looks as man, while Rosebud will be opening day if he had not eaten a square meal for a by day in knowledge and deep interest. month, and is stamping about for his I hear that your pen is busy, and that dinner. Now he approaches me as I sit from your tower you are looking upon writing, and I hear his step pause behind old England and estimating her influ. my chair. The fool is actually looking ences and the character of her people. over my shoulder, and reading these Recent experiences must modify your

A torrent of Scotch burst judgment in many ways. A romance forth right here : “ It's a lee, sir, it's laid in England, painted as you only can a lee! I never read a worrd that yer paint, must be a great success. I strug. wrort !” Screams from us ; while Mr. gle on, and only wish I were worthy the Bennoch's sudden aspect of dramatic respect my friends so foolishly exhibit. rage was as suddenly dropped, and he With affectionate regards to all, ever blazed once more with broad smiles, yours truly,

F. BENNOCH. chuckling. I will insert here a letter written by this dear friend in 1861: On November 17, 1854, my mother

writes to her father: 80 Wood St., LONDON. "Last evening a great package came MY DEAR HAWTHORNE, A few lines from Mr. Milnes (Lord Houghton), and just received from Mr. Fields remind it proved to be all his own works, and me of my too long silence. Rest assured a splendid edition of Keats with a methat you and yours are never long out moir by Mr. Milnes. This elegant gift of our thoughts, and we only wish you was only a return of favors, as Mr. Hawwere here in our peaceful country, far re- thorne had just sent him some American moved from the terrible anxieties caused books. He expended three notes upon by wicked and willful men on one side, my husband's going to meet him at Crewe and on the other permitted by the in- Hall, two of entreaty and one of regret ; competents set over you. How little you but he declares he will have him at Yorkthought, when you suggested to me the shire. Mrs. Milnes is Lord Crewe's sispropriety of old soldiers only going into ter. The last note says: “The books battle, that you should have been abso- arrived safely, and alas ! alone. When lutely predicting the unhappy course of I get to Yorkshire, to my owu home, events! Do you remember adding that I shall try again for you, as I may find “a premium should be offered for men of you in a more ductile mood. For, serifourscore, as, with one foot in the grave, ously, it would be a great injustice — not they would be less likely to run away”? to yourself, but to us — if you went home I observe that the Herald advises that without seeing something of our domes“the guillotine should be used in cropping tic country life: it is really the most the heads of a lot of the officers, begin- special thing about our social system, and ning at the city of Washington, and so something which no other country has or make room for the young genius with ever will have.'which the whole republic palpitates." Another note from Lord Houghton is ... Truly, my dear Hawthorne, it is a extant, saying: melancholy condition of things. Let us turn to a far more agreeable subject! It a

DEAR MR. HAWTHORNE, — Why did is pleasant to learn that, amid all the other not you come to see us when you were in

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London? You promised to do so, but we you were likely to leave London in a sought you in vain. I wanted to see you, few days. mainly for your own sake, and also to

Yours always sincerely, ask you about an American book which

B. W. PROCTER. has fallen into my hands. It is called Leaves of Grass, and the author calls It was desirable to meet such people himself Walt Whitman. Do you know as Mr. Procter, and I have heard enthuanything about him? I will not call it siastic descriptions, with which later my poetry, because I am unwilling to apply mother amused our quiet days in Conthat word to a work totally destitute of cord, of the intellectual pleasures that art; but, whatever we call it, it is a such friendships brought, and of the most notable and true book. It is not sounding titles and their magnificent acwritten virginibus puerisque ; but as I cessories, with human beings involved, am neither the one nor the other, I may against whom my parents were express my admiration of its vigorous sometimes thrust by the rapid tide of virility and bold natural truth. There celebrity. But my father was never to are things in it that read like the old be found in the track of admiring social Greek plays. It is of the same family gatherings except by the deepest schemas those delightful books of Thoreau's ing. In her first English letters my which you

introduced me to, and which mother had written: “It is said that are so little known and valued here. there is nothing in Liverpool but dinPatmore has just published a continua- ners. Alas for it!” The buzz of greettion of The Angel in the House, which ing was constant. It must have been I recommend to

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attention. I am delightful in certain respects. She sent quite annoyed at having been so long home one odd letter as a specimen of within the same four seas with you, and hundreds of similar ones which came to having seen you so little. Mrs. Milnes my father from admirers. Yet very begs her best remembrances.

soon individuals make a crowd, and the I am yours very truly,

person who attracts their attention is Richd. MONCKTON MILNES. more nearly suffocated than the rest 16 UPPER BROOK ST., June 30.

quite realize. His attempts at self-pre

servation are not more than half underIt is a perpetual marvel with some stood, and, if successful, are remembered people why some others do not wish to with a dash of bitterness by the onlookbe looked at and to be questioned. Din- But my parents were now and then ner invitations were constantly coming glad to be onlookers themselves, as is in, and were very apt to be couched in shown by the following account: tones of anxious surprise at the difficulty of securing my father. An illustration

OLD TRAFFORD, MANCHESTER. may be found in this little note from MY DEAR ELIZABETH, We are now Mr. Procter (father of Adelaide Proc- in Old Trafford, close by the Palace of ter): –

Art treasures, which we have come here

expressly to see. There is no confuTuesday morning, 32 WEYMOUTH ST. sion, no noise, no rudeness of any kind, DEAR MR. HAWTHORNE, - It seems

though there are thousands of the secalmost like an idle ceremony to ask you ond-class people there every day. If you and Mrs. Hawthorne to dine here on shut your eyes, you only hear the low Friday ; but I cannot help it. I have thunder of movement. Yesterday only just returned from a circuit in the we were all there, and met now whom country, and heard this morning that do you think? Even Tennyson. He

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is the most picturesque of men, very and he looks in ill health and has a hol. handsome and careless - looking, with a low line in his cheeks. . . . Allingham, wide-awake hat, a black beard, round another English poet, told Mr. Hawshoulders, and slouching gait; most ro- thorne that his wife was an admirable mantic, poetic, and interesting. He was one for him, — wise, tender, and of perin the saloons of the ancient masters. fect temper; and she looks all this ; and

; Was not that rare luck for us? Is it there is a kind of adoration in her exnot a wonder that we should meet ? His pression when she addresses him. If voice is also deep and musical, bis hair he is moody and ill, I am sure she must wild and stormy. He is clearly the love be a blessed solace to him. When he of love and hate of hate,” and “in a gold- moved to go, we also moved, and followed en clime was born.” He is the Morte

He is the Morte him and his family faithfully. By this d'Arthur, In Memoriam, and Maud. He means we saw him stop at his own phois Mariana in the moated grange. He tograph, to show it to his wife and chilis the Lady Clara Vere de Vere and dren; and then I heard them exclaim “ rare, pale Margaret.” There is a fine in sweet voices, “ That is papa!” Passbust of him in the exhibition, and a ing a table where catalogues were sold, beautiful one of Wordsworth. ... Ary... his youngest son stopped with the Scheffer's Magdalen, when Christ says, maid to buy one, while Tennyson and “ Mary!” is the greatest picture of his his wife went on and downstairs. So I have ever seen. Ary Scheffer himself then I seized the youngest darling with was at the exhibition the other day. ... gold hair, and kissed him to my heart's

Again Mr. Hawthorne, Una, and I content; and he smiled and seemed well were at the Palace all day. We went up pleased. And I was well pleased to have into the gallery of engraving to listen to had in my arms Tennyson's child. Afthe music; and suddenly Una exclaimed, ter my raid I went on. “ Mamma! there is Tennyson!” He was sitting by the organ, listening to the Of this glimpse of the great poet fororchestra. He had a child with him, a tunately accorded to our family my falittle boy, in whose emotions and impres- ther writes in the Note-Books : “ Gazsions he evidently had great interest ; ing at him with all my eyes, I liked him and I presumed it was his son. very well, and rejoiced more in him than soon convinced that I saw also his wife in all the other wonders of the exhibiand another little son, and all this tion.” Again my mother refers to the proved true. It was charming to watch interesting experience : the group. Mrs. Tennyson had a sweet face, and the very sweetest smile I ever MY DEAR ELIZABETH, — My last letsaw; and when she spoke to her husband ter I had not time to even double up or listened to him, her face showered a myself, as Mr. Hawthorne was booted tender, happy rain of light. She was and spurred for Liverpool before I was graceful, too, and gentle, but at the same aware, and everything was huddled up in time had a slightly peasant air. ... a hasty manner. It was something about The children were very pretty and pic- Tennyson's family that I was saying. I turesque, and Tennyson seemed to love wanted you to know how happy and lovthem immensely. He devoted himself ing they all seemed together. As Tento them, and was absorbed in their in- nyson is in very ill health, very shy and terest. In him is a careless ease and a moody, I had sometimes thought his noble air which show him of the gentle wife might look worn and sad. I was blood he is. He is the most romantic- delighted, therefore, to see her serene and looking person. His complexion is brun, sweet face. I cannot say, however, that

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there was no solicitude in it; but it was there was; and when finally he comprea solicitude entirely penetrated with sat- hended that the circle of stones once isfied tenderness. .

marked out a temple, and that the DruI did not reply to your last long letter ids really once stood there, he curled to me about slavery. . . There is not a his lip, scornfully exclaiming, "Is that single person whom I know or ever talked all ?” and bounded off to pluck flowers. with who advocates slavery. Your let- I think that, having heard of Stonehenge ters to me would be far more appropriate and a Druid temple which was built of to a slaveholder. ... I do not see how stones so large that it was considered they apply to me at all.

almost miraculous that they were moved

to their places, he expected to see I retain this closing paragraph because temple touching the sky, perhaps. ... there has been the customary misinter- Mr. Hawthorne came back the next Fripretation of calm justice in the case of day, much to our joy, and on Saturday my father's moderation during the wild afternoon we walked to the Nunnery ardor of abolition. My mother often with him, which was founded by St. writes in eloquent exposition of her hus- Bridget. A few ruins remain, overgrown band's and her own loyalty to the high- with old ivy vines of such enormous size est views in regard to the relations of all that I think they probably hold the walls members of the human family; but she together. . . . Julian and Una were ennever convinced the hot fidelity of the chanted with the clear stream, and Julian correspondents of her own household. was wild for turtles; but there are no

Here are some glimpses of the happy reptiles in the Isle of Man. . . . I kept life that surrounded my father in 1854: thinking, “And this is the rugged, bare,

rocky isle which I dreaded to come to, July 18, DOUGLAS, MONA. this soft, rich, verdant paradise !” It MY DEAR FATHER, - I little dreamed really seems as if the giants had thrown that I should next address you from the aloft the bold, precipitous rocks and Isle of Man! Yet here we all are, headlands round the edge of the island, with one grievous exception, to be sure; to guard the sylvan solitudes for the for Mr. Hawthorne, after fetching us one fairies, whose stronghold was the Isle of day, and staying the two next, went Man. I should not have been surprised away to the tiresome old Consulate, so at any time to have seen those small conscientious and devoted is he; for his people peeping out of the wild foxgloves, clerk assured him he might stay a little. which are their favorite hiding-places. Yet I know that there are reasons of So poetical is the air of these regions state why he should not; and therefore, that mermaids, fairies, and giants seem though I am nothing less than infinitely quite natural to it. In the morning of desolate without him, and hate to look the day we went to the Nunnery, Mr. at anything new unless he is looking too, Hawthorne took Julian and went to the I cannot complain. But is it not wonder. Douglas market, which is held in the ful that I am here in this remote and

open air. ... My husband said that livinteresting and storied spot? — the last ing manners were so interesting and valretreat of the little people called fairies, uable that he would not miss the scene the lurking-place of giants and enchant- for even Peel Castle. One day, when ers. ... At Stonehenge we found a few Una and I went to shop in Douglas, we rade stones for a temple. I could not saw in the market square a second-hand gather into a small enough focus the wide bookstall. I had been trying in vain to glances of Julian's great brown, search- get Peveril of the Peak at the library ing eyes to make him see even what and bookstores, and hoped this person

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might have it. So I looked over his sea and brought to Liverpool. Mr. Hawbooks, and what do you think I saw ? A thorne has no official authority to take well-read and soiled copy of the hand- care of any but sailors in distress. He some English edition of Mr. Hawthorne’s invited the lieutenant to come and stay Blithedale Romance! Yes, even in Mona. here, and he must take care of them (the We have heard of some families in Eng- soldiers), even if the expense comes out land who keep in use two copies of The of his own purse. I have seen since, in Scarlet Letter; but I never dreamed of an American paper, a passage in which finding either of these books here. the writer undertakes to defend my hus

Sunday was the perfectest day in our band from some dirty aspersions. It remembrance. In the morning Mr. Haw- seems that some one had told the absothorne walked to Kirk Braddon, and the lute falsehood that he had shirked all afternoon we spent on Douglas Head. responsibility about the soldiers, and his It is quite impossible to put into words defender stated the case just as it was, that afternoon. Such softness and splen- and that Mr. Buchanan declined having dor and freshness combined in the air; anything to do with the matter. The such a clearest sunshine; such a deep government will make the chartering of blue sea and cloudless blue heaven ; such the steamer good to Mr. Hawthorne. ... fragrance and such repose. We looked He has been very busily occupied at the from our great height upon all the beau- Consulate this winter and spring, — 50 ty and grandeur, and in Mr. Hawthorne's many shipwrecks and disasters, and vag. face was a reflection of the incredible abonds asking for money. He has alloveliness and majesty of the scene. Una ready lost more than a hundred pounds was a lily, and Julian a magnolia. I by these impostors. But he is very carethink that for once, at least, Mr. Haw- ful indeed, and those persons who have thorne was satisfied with weather and cir- proved dishonest were gentlemen in their cumstances. Towards sunset the moun- own esteem, and it was difficult to sustains of Cumberland were visible, for the pect them. But he is well on his guard first time during our visit, on the hori- now; and he says the moment he sees zon, which proved that even in England a coat-tail he knows whether the man it the air was clear that day. A pale pur- belongs to is going to beg! His life in ple outline of waving hills lay on the sil- the Consulate is not charming. He has very sea, which, as it grew later, became to pay a great penalty for the result of opaline in hue.

his toil. Not that he has any drudgery,

but he is imprisoned and in harness. He My mother gives, in a letter, a glimpse will not let me take a pen in my hand of the vicissitudes of the Consulate, when he is at home, because at any rate that precinct which I pictured as an ogre's I see him so little.” lair, though the ogre was temporarily Such paragraphs as the one I add, absent, while my father, like a prince from a little letter of my sister's, often bewitched, had been compelled by a rash appear; but in this instance it was the vow to languish in the man-eater's place glad exclamation of release, just before for a term of years :

we removed to Italy : “In the evening Mr. Hawthorne told “Papa will be with us on Monday, me that there were suddenly thrown upon free from the terrors of the old Consulhis care two hundred soldiers who had ate. Perhaps you can imagine what inbeen shipwrecked in the San Francisco, finitely joyful news that is to us; and and that he must clothe and board them to him, too, as much, if not more so; and send them home to the United States. for he has had all the work, and we They were picked up somewhere on the have only suffered from his absence."

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