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brated comedian, then a young man, stu- the unwelcome visitor whose shadow was dying architecture, and Count D'Orsay. now resting on it! Their plans

In Naples our travelers remained up were being laid for a new career of that ward of two and a half years. Part of thing which they called pleasure, though this time they rented the palace Belvidere they knew it was not happiness. But the

Vomero, “one of the most beau grim monarch, whose rule with its gloomy tiful residences in Naples, surrounded by adjuncts must be ignored in these brilliant gardens overlooking the bay, and com- salons, may not be shut out himself. Sudmanding the most enchanting view of its denly he comes, and claims the master. exquisite features. Within, we have mar While out riding, Lord Blessington was ble terraces and pavilions, gilt ceilings, seized by apoplexy. He was carried walls literally covered with pictures, doors home, and never spoke again. On the with architraves of oriental alabaster and 23d of May, 1829, he terminated his the rarest marbles, tables and consoles of earthly course. the same materials—a sumptuous back-. The spring of 1832 found the widow ground to the graceful figure of the beau established in a house, furnished with her teous lady who here, as elsewhere, sur usual taste and magnificence, in Seymourrounds herself with the most brilliant place. Then commenced her second Lonsociety the neighborhood affords. And don career, which extended over nearly just at this time Naples had several Eng twenty years, and by which she is best lish residents highly distinguished in sci known to the public. Now, as before, ence and art, from whom her ladyship she aims at sovereignty in the world obtained valuable assistance in her efforts of fashion, and of fashionable literature. - and they were diligent ones— to in Her soirées will be the most brilliant, her crease the store of her mental accomplish réunions none may surpass. For this purments.

pose all her graceful talents and attracAbout six years having been spent in tions are tasked. And not in vain. “ The Italy, our travelers return to Paris. The salons of Lady Blessington were opened splendid mansion of the Maréchal Ney, nightly to men of genius and learning, in the Rue de Bourbons, is taken and and persons of celebrity of all climes, as furnished “ with princely magnificence." well as to travelers of every European Her ladyship's bed and dressing-rooms city of distinction. Her abode became a are fitted up after my lord's directions, center of attraction for the beau monde of and when all is ready she is ushered into the intellectual classes-a place of réunion them to be astonished, used to magnifi for remarkable persons of talent or emicence as she is, by the splendor and ele nence of some sort or another; and cer. gance of all around her.

· The bed," she tainly the most agreeable resort of men writes, “ which is silvered instead of gilt, of literature, art, science, of strangers of rests on the backs of two large silver distinction, travelers and public characters swans, so exquisitely sculptured that every of various pursuits ; the most agreeable feather is in alto relievo, and looks as that ever existed in this country.” fleecy as those of the living bird. The In 1836 her ladyship removed to Gorerecess in which it is placed is lined with house, where she resided for thirteen white fluted silk, bordered with biue em- years. This same Gore-house had forbossed lace, and from the columns that merly been the residence of the excellent support the frieze of the recess, pale blue Wilberforce, who thus writes of it in his silk curtains, lined with white, are huny, diary : “Walked from Hyde-park Corner, which, when drawn, conceal the recess repeating the 119th psalm in great comfort. altogether.” Dr. Madden very justly re We are just one mile from the turnpikemarks, that Lord Blessington, when fitting gate at Hyde-park Corner, having about up the hôtel Ney in this sumptuous man three acres of pleasure-ground around my ner, was cooperating very largely indeed house, or rather behind it, and several old with others of his order-equally improv- trees, walnut and mulberry, of thick foliident and profuse—in laying the founda- age. I can sit and read under their shade, tion of the Encumbered Estates Court which I delight in doing, with as much Jurisdiction, in Ireland.

admiration of the beauties of nature--reAh! little did this gay couple, while membering at the same time the words thus decorating their mansion, think of of my favorite poet, • Nature is but a

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name for an effect, whose cause is God's self to the work as a profession, and a -as if I were two hundred miles from the regular means of support. city."

Her Journal of Conversations with Strangely different are the associations Lord Byron" was published in 1832. In of Gore-house now. A brilliant course 1839, her “ Idler in Italy,” in three volLady Blessington's is called; yet compare umes, was given to the world ; and was its real joylessness, its heart desolation, succeeded by her “ Idler in France." with the glad seriousness, the fullness of Novel after novel, verses, reviews, whatdomestic bliss, and of all which renders ever would sell, proceeded from her pen life a beautiful and harmonious thing, with more rapidity than suited her pubwhich that of the God-fearing man ex- lishers at all times. But the prestige of hibits, and who will venture to character- her rank and namo, and fashionable notoize the one as a life of pleasure in the riety, procured for her wares a market genuine sense of that word—the other as and price which assuredly their merits a life of gloom?

could not have secured. To novel writing The establishment at Gore-house was she added the editing of illustrated ansustained in a style of even greater mag- nuals ; these were the palmy days of such nificence than that of Seymour-place; pretty books. “ The Keepsake,” Heath's its soirées more influential and of greater “ Book of Beauty,” and “Gems of Beaupretensions, congregating a higher class ty," all claimed for their title-pages the of men of great intellect” than used to as name of this noble and fair lady. For semble in her rooms. She received com some years her literary income is suppany every night from ten till half-past posed to have amounted to $10,000, or twelve ; and there she sat, “ the Minerva

At length, however, both of the shrine, whom all the votaries of novels and annuals began to fail her; the literature and art worshiped.” • The public were wearied of her tales, and of swinging of the censer before the fair face the whole tribe of gilded and decorated of Lady Blessington never ceased in inanities which issued with the dying those salons; and soft accents of homage year. Then her ladyship, fertile in reto her beauty and talent seldom failed to sources, turned to the newspapers. The be whispered in her ear, while .she sat Daily News” was started in 1846. enthroned in her well-known fauteuil, Lady Blessington was engaged “ to conholding high court in queen-like state tribute, in confidence, any sort of intelli“the most gorgeous Lady Blessington.' gence she might like to communicate, of

Amidst all this adulation, Lady Bless- | the sayings, doings, memoirs, or moveington's old friends could observe in- ments in the fashionable world.” $4,000 creasing traces of care, disappointment, per annum was the writer's estimate of and dissatisfaction. And alas ! she had the value of her services; the managers ample cause for such feelings. Hithertoo were disposed to give $2,000 only, for a we have glanced at the cựrrent of Lady / year certain, or for half a year at the rate Blessington's life, as it sparkled in the of $2,500. This arrangement was drawing-room and to the public eye. But cepted, but at the end of six months her there were various under-currents of a ladyship closed the engagement. Her very different hue.

last work of fiction first appeared in the At her husband's death she found her- columns of a London Sunday paper! self reduced from $150,000 of their for Sadly fagging and harassing were these mer income, to a jointure of $10,000. literary toils. No servant in her establishThis sum was altogether insufficient for ment had half such hard work as the misthe cost of such an establishment as her tress. A friend describes her as writing ladyship determined to keep; and, be- away like a steam-engine. In a letter to sides, she had a host of needy relatives Landor, she says :-“ I have been very to provide for, her exertions for whom is unwell of late. The truth is, the numerone of the brightest spots in this strange ous family of father, mother, sister, brohistory. More money she must have ; and ther, and his six children, that I have to authorship, formerly resorted to for pleas- write for, compels me to write, when my ure or fame, was the only mode open to health would demand a total repose from her of procuring it. On her second set- literary exertion.” In five weeks one of tlement in the metropolis, she applied her- her novels was written. Writing to Dr.



Madden on the 4th of March, she says :- ness, of that world for which she was “When I tell you that I have six hundred sacrificing all true happiness. “How pages to write and compose between this goes that great lubber, the public ? and and the end of the month, for a work how fares that mighty bore, the world ?" which, unless completed by that period, I writes one correspondent to her. “I beforfeit an engagement, you will under- lieve, my dearest friend,” says another, stand why I cannot read over the story himself a distinguished author, in referyou sent me, and which, I am persuaded, ence to a report that he was dead, “ that is like all I have seen from your pen- you were shocked with the report, and graphic and full of talent.” Again we would in your kind heart have grieved for have her complaining: “I am so constant- its truth. So would four or five others; and ly and fatiguingly occupied in copying and the rest would have been pleased at the excorrecting, that I have not a moment to citement; it would have been something myself.” And further : “I am literally to talk about before the meeting of parliaworn out. I look for release from my ment.” Yes, they all knew how insincere literary toils more than ever a slave did and worthless the professed regard of from bondage. I never get out any day “ the great lubber,” “the mighty bore," before five o'clock. I am suffering in health Yet, for its smiles they must live from too much writing.”

and toil on. Of Lady Blessington, Dr. Of the character of her works it is Madden writes :-“For years, if the truth needless to speak now. She had flatter- was known, she was sick at the heart's ers, indeed, who ventured on the enormous core of the splendid misery of her position absurdity of comparing her with Madame -of the false appearance of enjoyment in de Stäelwhereas she really occupies a it—of the hollow smiles by which it was very low place among our modern female surrounded, of the struggle for celebrity writers. The award of the public is given in that vortex of fashionable life and in a rapidly approaching, if not already luxury in which she had been plunged, consummated oblivion, so far as her liter- whirling round and round in a species of ary productions are concerned.

continuous delirious excitement, sensible Those who saw her only in the brilliant of the madness of remaining in the glare drawing-room, surrounded by the flash of and turmoil of such an existence, and yet wit and the blaze of genius, could form but unable to stir hand or foot to extricate an imperfect estimate of the corroding herself from its obvious dangers.” cares that gnawed within. Distant ob- But her own language is more affecting servers viewed her in one light, but those than aught else. It is awful to follow the who stood behind the scenes regarded her brilliant enchantress from her drawingin another. Her maid, for instance, has room, where, decked in smiles, she has thus described some of the anxieties that seemed all joy, and find her writing in her preyed on one who, to all external ap- chamber such words as these, almost ere pearance, had the elements of complete the sound of þer guests' carriage-wheels happiness within her reach :-“ Laboring have died on her ears :-"My heart is night and day at literary work, all her like a frozen fountain, over which the ice anxiety was to be clear of debt. She was is too hard to allow of the stream beneath latterly constantly trying to curtail all her flowing with vigor, though enough of expenses in her own establishment, and vitality remains to make the chilling ramconstantly toiling to get money. Worried part that divides its waters from light and and harassed at not being able to pay bills air insupportable.” when they were sent in, and seeing large For two years Lady Blessington lived expenses still going on, and knowing the in constant terror of having an execution want of means to meet them, she got no put into her house. During all this period sleep at night.”

the most careful precautions as to the adThen, apart from these pecuniary em- mission of persons, both at her outer barrassments, there was a loneliness of gate and hall-door entrance, were taken. heart amidst flattering crowds, an utter While she was entertaining her brilliant want of all real peace and satisfaction, a company, her servants were watching her wretchedness which might not be cheated gates. A most pitiable condition! Yet by any outward show. She knew well the pity is turned into displeasure when we heartlessness, the hypocrisy, the selfish- read of her ladyship's unpaid bill of

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$20,000, for Indian shawls, silks, and thought!--for her long neglect of its duties laces. At length the inevitable crash by an old age of retirement from society,

A sheriff's officer obtained admit- and the withdrawal of her thoughts and tance in a ludicrous disguise. A fort- affections from the vanities of the world. night afterward, on the 14th of April, Of death she had a great dread; and ever 1849, Lady Blessington and her two with her, for the present, all thoughts of it nieces departed for Paris, honorably must be precluded. enough leaving all to her creditors. Thus Most sad is it to find the aged woman ended, “in a flight effected with privacy, in Paris make preparations for just such most painful and humiliating,” this most another course of life as that she had run wonderful career of gayety and magnifi- in London. She projected future works ; cence.

she was to write memoirs of remarkable Early in May, her beautiful mansion women, and to read up diligently for them ; was thrown open to the public, and all and she busied herself in making arrangeher hoarded treasures were sold by auction. ments for the reception of the beau monde. The sale realized upward of $65,000, | She took a residence near the Champs and after paying her ladyship's debts, $55 Elysée, and spent several weeks in furwere lodged with her banker.

nishing it, with her accustomed elegance At this period Louis Napoleon was and luxury. It was a beauteous June president of the French Republic. In the evening, the third of the month, seven days of his exile in London, Lady Bless- weeks from the time of her leaving Lonington's house had been a home to which don, that she and her nieces moved into he was at liberty to resort at any time. their new home. That night she was She expected much from him; but a seized with illness, but presently felt somesingle dinner invitation was the only to- what relieved. No thought of death apken of remembrance vouchsafed. It was proached her; the dreaded word was not conjectured that the president was ap- whispered in her hearing, but the thing prehensive of being supposed to be advised might not be stayed. In a few hours, all or influenced by any of his former inti- unconscious of her state, she passed into

eternity. Her remains found a restingLady Blessington had now nearly com- place at Chambourcy. pleted her threescore years. She had been Such was the Countess of Blessington. educated a Roman Catholic, but afterward That she had many kind and amiable qualiconformed to the English Church. It ties is evident from her memoirs; that she mattered not indeed to what communion possessed considerable literary powers, she professed to belong. Is it any want and that she enjoyed, in a rare degree, of real charity to say, it was but too opportunities of intellectual converse and evident that, in the Scriptural meaning of refinement, will be evident from what we the words, God and religion were far have written. Yet all these accessories from her thoughts? In her distresses she were insufficient to preserve her happiness had recourse to such miserable comfort from a disastrous shipwreck. Surely, as the worldly maxims of Rochefoucault then, we utter no truism when we point afford; the consolations of God's word our readers to dependence on a higher were never sought by her. Her utter source than earth and mere created good thoughtlessness of all which concerned the for their felicity. There is nothing in soul and eternity appalled some of her true Christianity adverse to the enjoyfriends, accustomed as they were to the ment of the elegancies and amenities of frivolities of fashionable life. “ A British literature ; but even these, when pursued peeress,” we are told, “ wrote to her at without reference to the glory of the Paris, reminding her of a promise that had Creator, prove but vanity and vexation been extorted from her, and entreating her of spirit. to remember her religious duties, and to attend to them.” Such advice was readily When the afflicted pray with fervor, they and even gratefully received. But she sometimes feel an unexpected calm perentertained no serious idea of abandoning vade their souls : doubtless God comes her mode of life, though vague intentions more particularly to give peace to those were expressed of some time turning whose confiding spirit has claimed his to religion, and making amends - vain pity.-Draz.



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holy impulse, dwells in his breast. So

says the world ; so the crowd believes ; THE ANGEL'S CHOICE.

but Zophiel shuddered, for he saw what

mortals could not-down deep, deep into N earthly Sabbath was dawning, bright, the soul, into the wild warring strife waged

cloudless, and beautiful, when Zo- there ; where selfishness, and heartlessphiel, fairest and brightest angel of light, ness, and ambition, and discontent, and laid aside his harp, and on swift

, but noise- hypocrisy, and every unclean thought, held less wing, sought the confines of earth.

carnival. A moment he poised himself upon his light Yonder is a child-he is wondrously pinions as he neared this

beautiful. Look at the golden hair, curl“ Little orb,

ing and floating about his shapely foreAttended by one moon,"

head! and the soft, meek, dewy eyes, and

the full, rich lips parted by that heavenly choosing, perhaps, his direction, and whith smile; and the dimpled, snowy arms! If er to speed his flight; then, with one glad, that form were etherealized, spiritualized, exulting burst of song, he spread again he might be thy younger brother, Zophiel. his radiant wings, and furled them, till in Haste thee! take thy station beside him. the house of the Lord, in the sanctuary But Zophiel mournfully shook his head, of the Most High, he murmured, “ Peace for he saw a horrible deformity there. In be within thy walls !” Then, all unseen the soul tenanting that beautiful house, by mortal eyes, he folded his strong, tire- lay the germ of hatred to the Eternal, less pinions, took his stand beside the whom Zophiel loved, and worshiped, and sacred altar, and watched the multitude served. who thronged those courts.

Then spake

The angel's wings drooped sadly ; but the angel, but very softly—so softly, that presently, through the vaulted temple no human ear might catch the words—yet swelled a voice so full, so rich, so clear, in tones strangely-ravishingly sweet; and that Zophiel's eyes flashed with the burnthough the language was unheard upon ing light which was wont to thrill the earth, it was heard in heaven, and the seraphim. Then they sought the minstrel, harps around the throne echoed it back : a woman, who, standing high above the “ With the most beautiful will I take up multitude, with uplifted eyes, and rapt, my abode," said the angel ; and the golden seraphic countenance, seemed pleading harps replied: “With the most beautiful with the Majesty of Heaven. The crowd, —with the most beautiful, O Zophiel, take as if moved by some mighty impulse, arose up thine abode."

in act of worship. But Zophiel fearfully Eagerly, intensely, did the angel look lifted his wings to fly away; for his sight about him, with careful eye noting each was not the dull vision of mortality, but form and face that passed the portal ; but rather the clear, comprehending gaze of a the quietly-gathering crowd moved in and pure spirit; and he saw that the multion, each to his respective place, nor knew tude worshiped the creature more than the that an angel's eye was on him.

Creator, and, alas! that the heart of the Now, a fair lady comes in at the open singer was the hateful abode of vanity, door; “fair is she and young,” and, to and deceit, and pride. He lifted his wings mortal seeming, strangely, brightly beau to fly, and murmured sadly : “Is there no tiful. But, alas! the light in her dark one-no one of all the crowd who is beaueyes is a proud, earthly light; and the tiful ? The Eternal commissioned me, heart which beats beneath those queenly saying: “Seek out the beautiful spirit, vestments, is, to Zophiel's eye, black and and with it abide ; tenderly fold thy wings hideous, for passion and pride hold tyrant about it; soothe, and comfort, and guard sway therein. What wonder that the an- it, till I send for thee.'" gel sighs and turns away!

Staying his pinions yet a moment, with Up the broad aisle, fronting the “altar,” one searching glance he scanned each walks a man of noble mien, of lordly member of the great congregation. Sudbearing. The multitude look up with | denly a heavenly radiance burned upon reverence and affection. He is a man of his countenance, and the quick light of learning, of wealth, of benevolence, of pi- joy and glad surprise illumed his drooping ety. Every generous sentiment, every eyes; and his wings, plumed for heaven

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