not.

on duty as captain of the National been filled in like manner with the first, Guard since early daylight, towards the royal party drove off at a rapid pace noon posted himself on the terrace of (still escorted by the dragoons), and took the Tuileries, beneath the windows the road to Passy, along the 'Quais.' of the King's apartments. A great Place de la Concorde, the Duchess of

“ There remained now standing on the quantity of straw was strewn upon Orleans, with her two sons, M. Jules de the entrance, to enable the dragoons Lasteyrie, M. Scheffer, and (I think) two to ride from the other side of the

or three more royal personages. . .. The château, down the steps, into the noise of the insurgents pouring in numgarden. Scheffer sat upon the straw, bers down the Rue de Rivoli sounded and after some time a voice was alarmingly upon their ears. The Duchess hearil calling him by name. We now took Scheffer's left arm, and he held will now quote Mrs Grote's thrilling the young Comte de Paris with his right narrative, as she received it from the hand, followed by M. Jules de Lasteyrie

with the Duc de Chartres. lips of Scheffer himself :

They re. traced their steps towards the château.

When they reached the centre of the " Who calls ?' cried Scheffer. It is

gardens, Scheffer heard a loud crash in I, the Queen. Scheffer sprang up, ap- the direction of the Rue de Rivoli. The proached the château, and perceived the

mob had forced the iron gates, and were Queen at the croisée.' He said, : What thronging into the gardens. Scheffer does your Majesty want with me?' I want

called out, 'Vive la Duchesse d'Orleans!' you,' said she, to assist in conducting us

- Vive le Comte de Paris !' The mob, out of the château. The King has abdicat

although offering them no molestation, ed, and we are going to depart.' Scheffer

seemed uncertain whether to respond or and Oscar Lafayette immediately enter

The young Comte de Paris took ed the château, in the intention to ascend

off his cap and bowed repeatedly to the to the King's apartinents; but they had not got half-way up when they met the populace. The boy manifested no symp

tom of fear, preserving entire self-posKing and Queen, their sons, and sons'

session. One of the mob cried out, Un children, together with the Duchess of roi ne se découvre pas !' Orleans, and her two sons, all coming hur

“ They passed out of the 'Grillo' on to riedly down the stairs. The Queen said, the Quai, and walked along by the 'Scheffer, keep close to the King; your

river-side to the Chamber of Deputies, uniform will inspire respect.' The King Scheffer stood near them during that gave his right arm to the Queen, and they terrible, stormy scene, which ultimately Scheffer walked close to the

resulted in the proclamation of tlic ReKing, on his left side; the rest of the public. M. Jules Lasteyrie, after this party following in the train. Nobody spoke a word, except on one occasion, out, through the President's garden, and

was over, managed to get the Duches3 when an officer, unmindful of a bough of

conducted her (as is well known) to the a tree which hung low, was swept off

• Invalides.' The Duc de Chartres was his horse by it. The King suddenly placed during the tumult in some part stopped and said, “Pray, somebody go

of the building. Scheffer told the Duc and assist that officer.'

There

de Nemours that the young boy was in a was a considerable mass of people. Schef- place of safety, and that the Duc himfer, knowing the impossibility of getting self had better get out of the way, his the royal party away uprecognised, took

person being well known. The Duc off his 'schako,' and, waving it in the

asked one of the National Guards to lend air, called out to the people, "Le Roi him his uniform. The man did so, putpart, vive le Roi!' The people offered ting on the Prince's clothes in exchange; no opposition; but very few voices re

and so the Duc made his way out." sponded to his cheer. Scheffer then assisted the Queen into one of the "ré- In the following June, during the mises,' the King after her; then one three terrible days, Scheffer fought child after another was taken on to their bravely at the head of his company, laps, until five souls were in the carriage, under General Changarnier, then and it could hold no more. The King commander of the National Guards. kept calling out, “Where is my port. On the election of Louis Napoleon to folio? Pray, for heaven's sake, do not lose sight of my portfolio.' Scheffer caught the Presidency, Scheffer was somethe portfolio from the hands of one of what hopeful of the march of public the attendants, and threw it up to M. events; but “the Roman Expedition” Dumas, who had mounted beside the again 'doomed him to disappointcoachman. The second carriage having ment, and his dream of a “Republic"

set out.

ended, as we all know, in the "coup that rapt contemplation and religious
d'état” of December 1851. Scheffer melancholy, which constitute the
was thenceforth an altered man; he peculiar characteristics and the un-
shunned all society, and could for the speakable charm of Scheffer's latest
time neither eat, nor sleep, nor paint. works.
He looked haggard and dejected, and We have seen that it fell to the lot
in a few broken phrases uttered the of Scheffer to proffer to Louis Philippe
anguish of final despair. His devot- the crown of France; that in the
edly attached wife, during the few storm of February 1818 it was be
remaining years of his life, used every who conducted the royal household
effort to divert his thoughts. But into exile; and now again, two years
his mind would still painfully dwell later, we find that, putting aside all
upon the humiliation of his country; other feelings in presence of the duty
he could not endure to see the streets which he owed to the royal family at
of Paris swarm with troops ; and he Claremont, he paid the last homage to
passed whole days immured in his the mortal remains of “Louis Philippe
atelier. His friends and his comrades, of Orleans." His tried attachment
like himself, were overwhelmed in the to the exiled family was nowise dimi-
one common calamity and despair. nished in misfortune. During the
"Among the noble, patriotic, and last years, indeed, of his life, he is
“
pure-minded Frenchmen,” writés Mrs found a frequent visitor at Claremont.
Grote, “with whom it has been my In England he has kind friends and
good fortune to be acquainted, three patrons ; he dreads and dislikes, it is
of the most distinguished may be said true, our climate, but, with Monta-
- figuratively speaking - to have lembert, he loves our liberty. In
“died of their wounds," namely – England, too, he meets with much in
Léon Faucher, Ary Scheffer, and art to interest him. He visits the
lastly, Alexis de Tocqueville, of British Museum, and writes thus of
whose mental anguish I have been in the Elgin Marbles to bis daughter :
cach casc a sympathising witness." "My dear child, nothing in the whole

“
Scheffer's health, indeed, was ere long range of art can come up to them,
wholly broken, and life had grown a for beauty, for grandeur of concep-
weariness. His brother and his wife tion, and for truth. Those immortal
had died, and many of the friends beings must positively have existed;
of bis youth were gone. And even nay, they live even now in these very
when the first anguish had subsided, fragments.” He comes to Englanil
and he resumed once more his aceus- again in 1857, paints a portrait of the
tomed avocations, we find him still ex-Queen of the French, and spends

agitated and disheartened. In his some days at the Manchester “Exart, too, he is painfully oppressed bibition of Art - Treasures." Like with the feeling that his brightest other foreigners, he had never underand fondest dreams must remain for stood, or rightly estimated, our Engever unrealised. We learn, at this lish school. He was now delighted. time, that while his critical powers “I had no conception," he writes, had become keener, and his faculties "how rich the English school is ! had attained a higher scope, he him- There have lived great paintersamong self grew more and more dissatisfied you ; that is unquestionable! I have with his own creations. Yet he la- been in a sort of 'Parallise of Art boured, we believe, early and late for these three weeks past. The power almost, indeed, without intermission. of dealing with colour, especially, posAnd now, under pressure and ten sessed by the English artists, fills me thousand misgivings, were executed with admiration. I only wish it could some of his most intense and spiritual be imparted to myselt!" In July a pictures. His “Madeleine en Ex- visit was paid to the house of a detase,” “Les Gemissemens," the “Ten- voted friend on the shores of Menai tation,” Christ au Roseau," and Staits. The picturesque mountains “Jesus appearing to Mary Magdalere of Caernarvon were round about him; after the Resurrection," are special the ships glided by on the blue sea ; examples of that "sombre” tone of the peace of this delectable retreat, mind, that "pale cast of thought," the exhilaration of the salubrious air,

“combined to infuse into the temper a bell was heard to ring in Scheffer's and feelings of Scheffer so efficacious chamber, and his daughter, hastening a balm, that it almost revived the to his side, found him seized with whole man. The effect might be difficulty of breathing. He revived, likened to one of those serene after- and with extreme care he was enabled noon skies, which we have all of us to reach his country house in the frequently gazed upon after a tem- neighbourhood of Paris, from whence pestuous day; seemingly arranging he had departed only a month before. itself, as it were, for a calm, radiant “ The balmy air of full summersunset."

tide, and the quietude of his retreat, But Scheffer again returns to Paris, coupled with the presence of those where a fresh shock awaits him. most dear to him-all combined to Manin, the heroic defender of Venice, shed a momentary gleam of enjoyment falls ill, and Scheffer is startled by overthe brief space of existence which the unexpected intelligence of his Scheffer had yet to traverse." To friend's sudden death. The funeral quote the closing and solemn words ceremony awakens strong emotion, of Mrs Grote, Scheffer seemed “ to and the disease of the heart, from regain at least a tranquil, if not a which he had suffered for four cheerful frame of mind. He even apyears, was aggravated. Scheffer, plied himself to the easel for several indeed, grows so ill that his friends days at intervals, painting upon the are seriously alarmed ; but the at- work which I have spoken of above, tack for the moment passes off, and the 'Angel Announcing the Resuronce more he resumes his paint- rection of Jesus. But the enfeebled ing. “Les Douleurs de la Terre" organs connected with the heart grew receives the final touches, and "the daily more and more incapable of Angel announcing the Resurrection” their functions, and it was soon peris again in hand. But at this moment ceived by his afflicted family that came to him the unexpected tidings Scheffer's precious life was ebbing to of the death of her Royal Highness its close. A few days later, all hope the Duchess of Orleans. His whole had ceased, and on the 15th of June life had been a self-sacrifice in the this great and virtuous man yielded service of his friends, and he at once up his last breath. It was a beautiresolves, at any risk, to pay his last ful summer's evening, the calm splen"dévouement” to the memory of the dour of which irradiated the scene of departed Princess. The fatigue of his departure from earth. Not more the journey to England, the chill of calm, however-not more serene was the sepulchral building, and the emo- the aspect of the heavens than were tion induced by the solemn scene and the conscience and pure spirit of him service, were more than his impaired who thus passed to his eternal rest, energies could sustain. In the night to suffer, to strive no more."

NORMAN SINCLAIR,

AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

PART X.

CHAPTER XXXII.-CLOUDLAND AND A COMING SHADOW

I am not much of a schemer, nor ex- avocations ? Should I attempt to travagantly addicted to the architec- make a figure in the world, and strive tural amusement of building castles after fame and distinction |--or should in the air, but the consciousness that I, availing myself of my good fortune, I was now in possession of a fortune abandon all such ideas, and subside much greater than I had ever hoped into passive inaction? In the days to obtain by personal exertion, did of my poverty, I had almost recertainly give some stimulus to my proached Carlton for his indolence in imagination. When I awoke on the avoiding public life, since he had morning after my interview with Mr ample means at his disposal. I had Shearaway, I was in no hurry to rise, talked somewhat dogmatically to the but gave myself up to indulgence in apathetic Mr Lumley of the duties a reverie as full of thick.coming fan- incumbent upon men of property and cies and brilliant phantasmagoria position; and I had even lectured as are the clouds at sunset, when all Attie Faunce on his desultory and the hues of heaven are intermingled aimless habits. I was then very in gorgeous profusion and disorder, proud of myself, and self-gratulatory, and when aërial forms of wondrous because I had worked steadily, and tracery and device rise, float, and to some little purpose ; and it had dissolve in the molten atmosphere of appeared to me that all men were the west.

under a moral obligation to do the Independence, to a certain extent, like. But I had omitted to take into I had already achieved—that is, I had account the nature of the incentive. abjured the folly of trusting to others I had really no merit in working, for for a helping hand, and thus had without work I must have starved. escaped from the degradation of poli- There was no help for it; I must tical subserviency and bondage. That either swim or go down, so I set mywas, of itself, no slight matter; be- self to buffet with the waves. I tried cause expectancy is not only an ob- to reach the shore, on which I saw stacle to all honourable enterprise, other people reposing; and it seemed but it insensibly cripples and en- to me that their quiescence, in confeebles the mind, depriving it of the trast with my struggle, was somepower of forming just conclusions, thing almost sinful. I wondered why and of discerning between the false they also did not battle with the and the true. The man who is stream. At length, however, I felt wholly self-reliant may no doubt be ground beneath my feet, and began unfortunate, but he never can be to think that, aster all, there might despicable. Though his labour maybe some sort of difference between but suffice to gain for him a daily forced and voluntary exercise. crust, better is that meagre fare than My cogitations, as is usual in such the seat of a sycophant at the sump- cases, had no definite or practical tuous table of the rich.

result. I have already hinted that Now, however, I found myself all my ambition was never exorbitant at once not only independent, but free in degree ; and increased experience, —free from the necessity of labouring and observation of the world and its continuously for mere existence-free ways, had convinced me that those to adopt any career in life towards who attempt to climb the highest, which I felt an inclination. What and who cannot endure to see a rival ought I, under the circumstances, to above them, make a wanton and fooldo ?--what were to be my future ish sacrifice of much of the happiness VOL LXXXVIII.-NO. DXLI.

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of existence. I am loth to disturb by ambition. Ambition, according with a rude breath even one filament to my understanding of the word of the charm-woven gossamer of for I never trouble myself with the poetry; but I really must say that I definitions of metaphysical writers, feel no sort of sympathy for Mr Long- whose alembic seems to me especially fellow's hero, who persisted in carry- constructed for the decomposition of ing his Excelsior banner to the very sense — implies the presence of a summit of the Alps, and got frozen purely personal and selfish motive. to death for his pains. Common Now, selfish motives are, to a certain sense should have dictated to him the extent, entitled to respect. The man propriety of tarrying at the hospice. who neglects to provide for the wants This, I know, will be regarded by of his own household, is justly stigmany as a base and ignoble senti- matised as worse than an infidel. ment ; for it is astonishing what a There is, no doubt, a meaner and multitude of people are continually more contracted sort of selfishness urging others to press forward and than this ; but, for the credit of our upward, whilst, for their own share, species be it said, it is not often exhithey are content to remain stationary. bited, and is always visited by reproThey are quite happy to be spectators bation. But, is climbing the ladder, of the superhuman exertion, energy, for the simple sake of the poor brag and daring of the gladiators whom that you have attained the highest they can coax into the arena; but round, a wise thing, or a right thing? catch them deliberately placing them- I venture to doubt that. Such fuculselves within reach of the weapon of ties or powers as God has given to the retiarius! So they will applaud a man, that man is bound to exert - and very loudly too, and some- for God's service, but not otherwise. times sincerely enough-the feats Something he must do for himself, which are exhibited before them; for that is the divine commandment, whether the operator be a politician, earlier than almost any other; but who, by dint of vivid intellect and he is nowhere required to make himcommanding oratory, aspires to sway self a Nimrod or an architect of the the senate-or a hero (so long as Tower of Babel. Sheikh Abraham he is fortunate), who presents him- was about the quietest and least obself as the champion of the liberties trusive character that ever existed. of his country—or a tauridor in the A man more devoid of personal ambull-ring of Seville—or a Blondin, bition never drew the breath of life; wheeling a barrow on a tight-rope and yet to him was given the Proover the Falls of Niagara—or any mise that in his seed should all the other character who has nerve enough nations of the earth be blessed. As to approach the confines of the im- for your Alexanders, Cæsarz, and possible. It is they who shout“Excel- Napoleons, your Wolseys, Cromwells, sior!” and they often continue to do so and Robespierres, what can be said long after the object of their applause of them beyond this, that they were is thoroughly sick of his undertaking, quite as much the slaves of ambition and would fain retire from the post as the hoarding miser is the slave of of peril. God forbid that I should avarice? undervalue any effort which a man Then, looking around me on those can make when prompted by a sense whose ambition was of a more conof duty! I know, and am proud to tracted kind, what did I descry? acknowledge, that there are men- Men of real talent abandoning those ay, and women too-who have dig- pursuits for which nature had denified our generation by the most signed and culture qualified them, noble disinterestedness and self-sacri- to wrangle and intrigue in the senate; fice; who have consecrated their lives urged on by the hope that one day to the service of their Creator and or other they may attain to political their fellow-men with entire single- power. Hopes, alas ! often miserness of heart, and no thought of the ably frustrated ; but when realised, applause of the world; but deeply how pitiful does the reality appear! indeed would I dishonour them if I Baited by opponents, reviled by the should say that they were actuated envious, molested by greedy depen