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heard Granny Bouveret call out in her looked at me when I was seen going shrill tones, which were as clear as a towards Monsieur Jean's ; many stopped trumpet,
to ask questions, but I went straight for“Ah, the old owl is on the wing! Award. bad sign! There's sure to be a death The first thing that struck me was the somewhere when those birds leave their calm and quiet of the large house, in haunts. The old brigand! he has done which everything was motionless ; so the deed, and now he is afraid to be seen great a contrast with the excitement and at the funeral, where he would come in commotion in the village. for blows! He leaves her to die all by I found Monsieur Picot quietly sitting herself - there's no hope. Isn't there an in front of the small bureau on the honest poacher hereabouts to shoot him ground-floor; he was writing a letter and down? Ah, the old crow! that's it -- appeared perfectly easy, for his honest hue! hue! Why don't you shout and face beamed with inward satisfaction ; hiss at him, all you village people? Let his grey hair was brushed back and fell him hear he is accursed and hated, and over his neck and shoulders : he wore a is not wanted back again !”
loose woollen coat. It was enough to make one's hair stand “ Ah, Florent !” said he, smiling, on end to hear her shriek and hiss, rais-"you are welcome! I am glad to see ing her skinny arms meanwhile, doubling you." her fists, and shaking her gray, dishevelled “ How is Louise, Monsieur Picot ?" locks.
“ As well as possible,” he replied, goThe char-à-bancs was already at some ing on with his writing. When he had distance, and I do not know if Monsieur finished he lit a candle and sealed his Jean heard all the tumult; but from every letter, saying, as his eyes filled with tears, corner, lane, and hut rose yells, screams, “Yes, it is all right now; the poor child and whistling, even the dogs barked, and has in some measure recovered from the the whole place was a scene of revolution. shock, but is still very weak — it is nat
We all thought, like Jean Bouveret's ural she should be, only she will get old granny, that this departure of Mon- better, dear Monsieur Florent.
In a sieur Jean's was a very bad omen ; " It fortnight or three weeks I hope we shall does look bad, Florent,” said I to myself ; see her on foot again.” " there can be no hope left; the old man “Ah, God grant she may! Monsieur would have remained if there had been.” | Picot, this news quite cheers me. I
I could not eat my breakfast that inorn- came here thinking Louise was entirely ing for thinking of the miseries of life given up. It is a miracle.” and of that flower of love and youth, “A perfeet miracle !” repeated the Louise, sacrificed to an old hatred. i good man, turning to me with a bright also reflected on the impenetrable designs look. “Have you nothing to give me of our Maker, trying to say, “Thy will be from my brother-in-law ?” done" without feeling resigned; for death “ I have a letter. Here it is." - which puts an end to beauty, love, and “Ah! well, well,” said he, opening it youth – goes against nature. Our weak and putting his spectacles on. Then he minds cannot conceive it. When I went to the window and read very attenthought of George I was almost heart- tively. When he came to the end he broken.
laid it down and put his broad hand upon Marie-Barbe, who had gone out to hear it, joyfully exclaiming, the news, now returned in breathless “ You would never guess what there is excitement.
in this letter, Monsieur Florent - you “ Florent, have you no letter for Mon- would not guess in a hundred.” sieur Picot ?"
“ I never can guess at all.” “Yes," I replied, “I have ; there, in “ Well, then, it is brother Jacques' my drawer."
consent to his son's union with brother * Well,” said she, “ carry it to Mon- Jean's daughter." sieur Jean's ; Monsieur Pícot is there. “ What!” I exclaimed. “Is it possiGo as fast as you can —
we shall know ble ?" what all this means."
“ Read," he replied. My wife was only prompted by curi- My eyes swam when, taking up the osity, but I hastened to follow her advice, letter, I came to these words : “ I conbeing very uneasy. I therefore put the sent, on the conditions specified, to the letter in my pocket and left the house in union of George and Louise." great suspense and emotion. Everybody The conditions referred to were that
the house of grandfather Martin was to “What has happened ?” asked George, be included in Louise's marriage portion, turning very white, when he had entered. and that Jean was to return to Jacques “What's the matter ?” the available portion left him by their fa- “You are going to be married to ther to the prejudice of Jacques, the Louise," said Monsieur Picot, looking at same bringing in an interest of five per him over his spectacles. “What do you cent. from the time Jean first came into say to that, sir ? I hope we shall meet possession thereof.
with no opposition from you now the two These stipulations increased my un- old folks have left Chaumes." easiness again. “ But, Monsieur Picot, He handed the two letters, but George he will never consent.”
trembled, his knees shook beneath him, He laughed, and opening a drawer and if I, his old master, had not been handed me another paper, in silence. I near to support him he would have fallen recognized Monsieur Jean's handwriting back. immediately. He accepted everything! Allons, allons, George !” I said. My heart had not been so light for a long “ Come, you are not going to give way time.
now?" “I understand Louise's sudden cure “Ah, Monsieur Florent, you don't now, I exclaimed. “ The battle is know what I have gone through. !
feared Louise was — gone for ever -- and · Yes," said Monsieur Picot.
“ The now two obstinate old men have fled, like de- “ Confound it," said Monsieur Picot, serters, rather than witness their chil-" I broke the news too abruptly to him. dren's happiness. Had they stopped You were unprepared, nephew; but come here they would have had to be recon- and receive your old uncle's congratulaciled, to acknowledge they had been in tions all the same." The worthy man the wrong, had hated each other for opened his arms and held George to his thirty years and embittered our exist- bosom ; then my turn came, after which ence, as well as that of poor Catherine, George sat down and read the two letters, the friends of their children, and of all but with so much emotion that he was the villagers. They would have had to speechless. make it up before everybody. Pride, “And Louise ? - Louise ?” he asked, that abominable vice, is at the bottom of at length. it all. They are cruel savages. I would “So you want to know about Louise – not tell any one but you, Monsieur Flo- whether she consents too, eh?” said rent; but I repeat, they are barbarians ! Monsieur Picot. However, we'll manage to get on without He walked across the room to a sidethem. You are to stand for George's fa- door, knocked, and asked, “ Can we come ther and I am to give Louise away. The in? Is it time to show ourselves now?" wedding will be all the merrier for their “Yes," replied a weak voice. absence. It would not have been par- George pushed forward. We followed. ticularly lively, after all, to see Attila at He was at Louise's feet in one moment, one end of the table and Gengis Khan at for she was propped up by pillows in a the other!”
large easy-chair, and dressed in the little Monsieur Picot shook with laughter. blue dress she had worn on the day of I could scarcely keep from dancing the harvest-home. The poor child had Just then there was a little disturbance insisted upon having it put on, for it reout of doors, then a noise of hurried foot-minded her of her first days of happy steps.
love, and Madame Charlotte Rantzau had “That must be George !” said Mon- humoured her. sieur Picot, rising.
She held George's curly head in her It was. He had left for the woods two small hands; her eyes were closed, early in the morning, where one of his but two big tears ran down her pale father's servants had had some difficulty cheeks. I had never conceived an idea in finding him.
of such happiness in store for them; as Come, George, come this way !” to George, he sobbed like a child. cried Monsieur Picot from the window; His mother, poor woman, stood behind “we are waiting for you."
Louise's chair with her hands over her George stood, in his slouched beaver face ; this was her first day of happiness and gaiters, looking up in amazement. after many years of domestic slavery.
• Come in ! Uncle Jean has gone ; we George rose at length and held his beare the masters of the house ; come in.” trothed in a long embrace, I and Mon
sieur Picot standing gravely by, for the fact : the two old men came back to their two lovers carried us back to the past homes a fortnight after the wedding ! and reminded us of those joys that shine They continued to behave, after all
ke stars behind the clouds of this life ; that had happened, exactly as they had trouble, grief, and weariness sail by, but done before. Each shut himself up in we know the star shimmers behind, " It the back room of their respective houses; is there, it is there," says an inward voice and thus they avoided overlooking each in the worst and darkest moments - and other. there surely it gleams with undiminished They grew old in no time, and lost all brightness to the end. Such is love and their influence at Chaumes : everything its sweet memory.
went over to the young couple, who were And now need I relate the rest ? the to inherit their wealth ; all business matrecovery of Louise, the pasting of fresh ters were transacted at the house on the bills, the publication of the bans, and the Saar -- the borrowing, hiring, letting, sellwedding ceremony?
ing, purchasing, &c., &c. It was the Need I describe father Florent, with a everlasting old and new story of this large nosegay in his button-hole, playing world over again — life ebbing away from on the organ and singing anthems with the aged to vitalize the young. extraordinary effusion and enthusiasm ? Madame Charlotte took up her quarters Need I describe the nuptial dinner-table, with her son, and thus enjoyed a few which was magnificently laid and sur- happy years, Monsieur Jacques not obrounded by the joyful faces of guests all jecting in the least. He sought solitude, laughing and drinking to the merry sound and resigned his official duties in order of clinking glasses and the uncorking of to live alone and undisturbed. bottles, while a band of wandering gipsies Towards the beginning of the followplayed in the next room ? No. All ing autumn a sun-ray lit up the decline of these are familiar tales. Who has not the two old dethroned rulers — for I been to a wedding - if he has not had always compared' these Rantzaus to Clothe good luck to be at his own, to woo vis, Childeric, and Childebert in the hisand wed for himself ?
tory of our country, their principle of I will not describe all these events, nor justice being : “ Everything for ourselves the happiness of George and Louise on and nothing for any one else.” Somethis memorable occasion.
times these old monarchs would deal out They determined not to live in uncle a small share to St. Christopher or St. Jean's' old house, but next day settled Magloire, who heard their confessions down in a lovely cottage at the farther and absolved them of their sins, but that end of the village, behind which a garden only happened when their stomachs were ran down to the borders of the Saar. out of order, or when they were afraid of This house was a little isolated, had the flames of hell. green blinds in front and a balcony, so The dethroned old kings of Chaumes, they liked it -- besides, George said it therefore, were one day informed that an would be very unjust to turn his father-infant of the male sex was born unto them in-law out of the old home.
in the house by the Saar. Their hearts No sooner was he a happy man than leapt with joy, but neither left his palace he turned good, and called all the men for fear of 'meeting the other at the cotback who had been too hastily dismissed tage. from his father's service. He laid aside Old Ména, the midwife, had to carry his slouched hat, old clothes, and cudgel, the heir of the good old race to each of to dress according to his means and the them separately. taste of Louise.
It became known that the features and I had a general invitation to their expression of young Rantzau delighted house every Thursday, and played selec- them, for, from that day forward, both tions from the “ Zauberflöte,"
, "Der Frey- quarrelled over having it, in a new way. schütz," and the “Midsummer Night's It was arranged that little Jean-Jacques, Dream” on the Paris piano, which had for that was the name, was not to stop been moved from Monsieur Jean's house. longer at the house of one of his grandLouise and George used to sing, and I fathers than at the other's, and, as long accompanied them, in the pride of my as it did stop with one, the other impaheart.
tiently sfood looking out behind the curAll these details are very common- tains. In order to keep it a little longer place, I could almost leave them out; but they tried to outdo each other in gifts I will not omit a most extraordinary and in procuring the things it liked best,
such as toys, dolls, and sweets — of which Strasbourg, have increased his income both soon had a shopful.
almost tenfold. In this way Jean-Jacques became their He is still very fond of Louise, and master before he knew how to speak ; Louise is as fond of him ; the blessing of and the two haughty old men went down the Lord is upon them ; they have chilon all-fours to make him laugh, or they dren and grandchildren in numbers. galloped round the room, holding him on I am a grandfather, and iive on my own their stiff necks — scenes I have wit- income. It is an extraordinary thing in nessed wit my own eyes.
France to come across a schoolmaster When Jean-Jacques screamed without who, in his old age, does not die in misery, knowing why, all the servants of grand- after having devoted all his life to his father Jean, or of grandfather Jacques, fellow-creatures - and yet nothing is were seen running about like wild.. sadder.
Thus the hatred of these two men could I live on my income! My son Paul not be pacified even by the love of their has become head of the Normal School children. After it had made them mis- at Nancy, and gives me an annuity. erable for life, it would have spoilt their Without his assistance I should be very grandchild ; but Louise and George man- wretched, for the hundred-and-twenty aged to prevent that.
francs pension I receive from the State This is a consequence of the injustice and my small savings would never suffice of parents who show preferences in their to keep me respectably and honourably. families. It does but show how senseless, Paul is a good son ; I bless him and his and I may even add, how heartless are every day of my life. those who would restore unequal division And now, my friends, before leaving of property in our France, thus privileg- you for ever, I wish to say that I keep up ing fathers and mothers to draw out their my natural history, although I am eighty. wills according to caprice or pride. It Marie-Barbe, who has always been growwould authorize them to strike out those ing more prudent, will not let me mention children who are not of their opinion, for my age ; she says Death might hear me the benefit of others who say yes to every- and be thus reminded that I have lived a thing. It is just equal to saying brothers long time. may murder each other, and let our ene- Farewell
, therefore ! spend your lives mies the Prussians take advantage of our in peace, honesty, and justice ; all the dissensions for the purpose of breaking rest here below is good for nothing. in on us and of reducing us to servitude.
All the disinherited — and they would be in the majority — could not be made to fight for the property of hypocrites and
From The Fortnightly Review. the selfish who had robbed them.
I will here leave off, apologizing for It must have happened not unfrehaving spoken so long.
quently to those who have never had One word more, however.
occasion or opportunity to make up their The Rantzau brothers did not live to a minds as to the expediency of granting very advanced age, neither did their Letters-patent for Inventions, to have father Martin or their grandfather An- attended in an attitude of simple inquiry toine. Jean was the first to die, aged a meeting held for the discussion of the sixty-four. After this Jacques lived in principles involved in it. Any one who peace, but not very long, for he died two has thus attended in the hopes of obtainyears later; and both are now buried side ing clearer views of an obscure subject by side on the hill, close to the old church, must have been not a little disconcerted, whence can be viewed the valley of the as the argument went on, to find how Saar, with its green meadows, and in the little agreement there was between the background, its dark, high pinewoods, disputants as to first principles and elewhich rise to the top of the summits mentary facts. One fact especially, as to ar d.
which he has always supposed there must Close by is the grave of Madame Char- be a general consent among those conlotte Rantzau.
versant with the subject, undergoes, he George is the wealthiest man far and is concerned to notice, a wonderful trans
His extensive speculations on tim- formation on being presented to him ber, the canal between the Marne and the from opposite sides. What, he is anxkhinc, and the railway from Paris to ious to know, would be the effect upon
A LOST ART.
inventors generally if Patent Laws were | Art. Huddled together in this mean, illabolished altogether? The thoroughgo-constructed store, are masterpieces of ing advocate of the privilege insists on inventive skill and glorious relics of inits being admitted as an axiom that but ventors now no more, of which the nafor some such shield provided for him by tion may well be proud. Here may be the State the inventor would work stealth- seen the famous original of Trevethick's ily and, whenever it was possible, carry locomotive (as old as 1803), “ Puffing the secret of his discovery with him to Billy” (Hedley's locomotive), and Stethe grave. The opponent of patent rights, phenson's “Rocket” (that killed Huskon the other hand, ridicules the idea that isson); the “ Parent Engine of Steam trade secrets can be kept at all, or that Navigation," as it is here affectionately an invention which has once proved itself labelled, that drove Patrick Miller, of useful in practice can possibly die out. Dalswinton, along his lake at the rate of As regards the possibility of secret work- five miles an hour in 1788 ; and, placed as ing, he has ready a variety of anecdotes if to court comparison with this primeval and cases drawn from the sober reper- form, beautifully finished models of the entory of law reports, to prove that the gines of the “Great Eastern,” the models ingenuity of the infringer has always actually larger than the veritable engine of been more than a match for the precau- Dalswinton ; the screw propeller (Bennett tions of the inventor, and that moreover, Woodcroft's) used in the first experiwhen in his turn in the character of an ments made with that contrivance in an outraged patentee, the inventor is bent English ship of war ; the reaping machine upon detecting the infringer at his work, of the Scotch parson, Patrick Bell (parent he does so in spite of all the subterfuges and archetype of all other reapers on and precautions a guilty conscience can either side of the Atlantic), which closed suggest. The attack where there is a a working career of forty years only, to secret to be stormed is always, he will enjoy well-earned repose in Cinderella's tell you, stronger than the defense. That cave; Arkwright's original models of the following true story” will have any carding and spinning machinery,– hisinfluence upon the views of the parties to torical models and engines, in short, in the debate it would be venturesome in- magnificent profusion. deed to say, the policy of Letters-patent It was in endeavouring to add to these for Inventions lying just within that por- trophies a noble relic, Watt's “Sun and tion of debatable land on which men, Planet” engine, the first device whereby otherwise at one upon the dogmas of Po- the motion of a piston was imparted to a litical Economy, are found arrayed on wheel, that one of the many zealous seropposite sides, and into the discussion of vants in Cinderella's household stumbled which something of theological acrimony on the traces of the “ Lost Art.” The liberhas managed to find its way:
ality of Mr. Boulton, a descendant of The story tells how, nearly a hundred Matthew Boulton, had placed the engine years ago, two men entirely, as far as one at the disposal of the Commissioners of can see, unconnected with each other, Patents, and this offer was shortly foldiscovered about the same time a very lowed by a not less liberal proposal' from beautiful art, supposed to have been the representative of Watt, viz., to add Photography — possibly Photography in to the collection at South Kensington the colour; how, notwithstanding that a Pa- contents of Watt's workshop at Handstent Law was in full operation, they prac-worth, every article in which was then tised their art in secret, and how, with a standing as it stood when the great instrong suspicion in the case of one of ventor died. The condition attached to them, that it was suppressed for purposes the latter gift marks the limit of the of State, the invention suddenly dis- public spirit that dictated it. The Comappeared.
missioners were to provide suitable acA few words will suffice to tell how the commodation for its display - a simple photographs of the last century," as, stipulation with the terms of which they without prejudice, we will call them for have never yet been in a condition to the nonce, were brought to light. At the comply: gates of the sumptuous palace at South On the morning of Tuesday, the 17th of Kensington, in which Ornamental Art December, 1861, Sir Francis Pettit Smith, has been enthroned, — to the right as you then Mr. Smith, an honoured fellow laenter, in a shed, or rather congeries of bourer of Mr. Bennett Woodcroft's in the sheds, lie the treasures of her sister - work of introducing the screw propeller the Cinderella of the family, Industrial' into ships, left London for Birmingham,