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From the Dublin University Magazine.
retired to a secluded residence near the village
of Clontarf. Her husband, unlike but too many THE DUEL.
of the clergy, had left his family in a compeHow I became acquainted with the circum- tence which amounted almost to affluence. stances I am about to narrate, or when they Mrs. Irving was induced to select Clontarf as occurred, the reader must not inquire. I have her place of residence, by the vicinity of her taken the liberty of arranging the incidents, so husband's only brother, a gentleman who had that their narration will afford no clue whatever acquired a large fortune as a merchant. He to the solution of these questions. The reader had never married. His sister, a lady who must be content to accept of the assurance of had some time passed the period when ill-nature an old friend, that the narrative of this chapter attaches to unmarried ladies the name of old is a true account of events which, to my own maid, had lived with him for many years. knowledge, did actually occur.
He made no secret of his resolution to die an Ellen Irving was the only child of a clergy old bachelor; and, being warmly attached to man, well known and respected in the neigh- his brother, he had declared his intention of borhood of Dublin ; a man distinguished in leaving the great mass of his large fortune to the church by every quality calculated to en- Ellen. After Mr. Irving's death he had sure popularity and command respect, he filled earnestly pressed Mrs. Irving to make his for many years a prominent position in the house her home. This offer, however, that public eye. By the mysterious dispensations lady had declined. With all that was amiof that Providence which so often takes away able and upright in his character, the merchant " the excellent of the earth,” just when earth united a deep respect for religion; neither seems to want their excellence most, he he, however, nor his sister seemed to feel its was removed in the very prime of his life, and importance, as Mrs. Irving had been taught the very height of his usefulness. A beauti- by her husband to do. She knew that the ful monument in the parish church of first wish of his heart was that Ellen should erected by his surviving parishioners, bears be trained up with more than a respect for record that they felt his removal as a bereave- religion, and Mrs. Irving believed that she ment. Just over the costly memorial of his could better fulfill his wishes by keeping people’s grief, a small marble tablet, plain Ellen in a home, over all the management of and unadorned, except a deep sable border which she herself should have the full control. can be called an ornament, records, in a few A beautifully situated cottage, as it was called, simple and expressive lines, the sorrow of his was procured for her in the immediate neighwidow-a sorrow far transcending the grief, borhood of her brother-in-law's residence. the tale of which is inscribed on the proud This arrangement gave her all the advantages monument below.
of his society and his counsel, while it left I might have taken another and a shorter her still to bring up her child in a home where method of telling my readers that his wife she should learn to see piety the regulating survived him; but I confess I have never gazed principle of every movement. on that tablet without feeling my heart touched My readers must suppose some years to have
as if there was something in its erection elapsed, and time, of course, to have brought that told better than many words the character its change on all parties. The old maid, of her that placed it there. In the monument Miss Irving, had become Mrs. - not by the below there was enough, more than enough, regular title of matrimony, but by that unto satisfy the vanity of grief. The public authorized assumption of matronal dignity, tribute to public worth - the long inscription which some one has facetiously termed brevet where the sculptured figures bear the storied rank. The merchant had grown older and urn, and art has chiselled with her choicest richer, and as his hairs grew whiter, his disimitation the forms of mourning - here there position appeared to grow still more kind. was more than enough to satisfy the vanity of Ellen's mother was beginning to sink with woe — the only sacred vanity of the heart; but years ; sorrow had hastened on the steps of over and above it all, more precious in its simpli- old age ; and Ellen herself had becoine & city, more touching in its unpretending sorrow, woman, and, without fattery, a lovely woman. is placed the simple tablet, which is the offer- Descriptions of female beauty are justly exing to the memory of the dead, of her to whom cluded from all narratives of which the writers that memory was most hallowed. The heart desire to pretend to the reputation of common of the widow demands for its memories a trib-sense. Without any piratical interference ute peculiar to themselves. The grief with with the peculiar property of fashionable which no stranger can intermeddle, would not novel-writers an interference which would unite in its record with the sorrows of the be as cruel as dishonest - I may perhaps be multitude.
permitted to say that Ellen was now about At the time of her father's death, Ellen was twenty-two years of age, rather low of stature, about seven years of age. With this child of with black hair, features full of intelligence · many hopes and many prayers, Mrs. Irying and good-humor, a very white and high fore
head, and eyes through which “ her soul The violence of grief subsided into the cold looked," and that soul was full of softness and and cheerless feeling of desolation. He reaffection. My readers may fill up the descrip-garded himself as an outcast on the world. tion as they choose.
He was poor, and he fancied himself friendless. I must, too, introduce them to a new char- His pride could not bear the notion of acter, with whom it is desirable, for the prog- struggling with the real ills of poverty, and ress of my narrative, that they should inake with a thousand others which he imagined to acquaintance. Mrs. Irving's brother had been belong to it. He had confidence enough in also a clergyman in the north of Ireland. He his own talents to believe that he might detoo had died, leaving an only child, but he left pend on them, but when he thought of raising him nearly altogether unprovided for. Charles himself by their exercise, he felt as if he was Wilson had just completed his first year in col. a penniless adventurer, and his spirit could ill lege, with distinguished success, when the brook the taking of a character which the unexpected death of his father left him parent- proud ones of the earth regard at once with less and almost penniless in the world. His suspicion and contempt. He was ready to mother was many years in her grave, and all give up all his prospects rather than meet the he inherited from his father was a good name, sneers and the repulses of a world which he and a few hundred pounds, to struggle through pictured to himself all that was selfish and a world where a good name is said to be but cold. A simple incident taught him a lesson, a poor inheritance, and merit and talents if not of truth, certainly one of usefulness. without wealth are but too frequently despised. The evening before he was to leave forever
As Charles stood by the grave of his father, the place of his birth, he went alone to take he felt the bitterness of all this. He heard a last farewell of his father's grave. Unseen, the clods of dust fall with a deep echo on the as he thought, by any eye, he threw himself coffin of his parent, and it seemed like a knell upon its new laid turf, and he sobbed as if to proclaim to him that he was alone in a cold his heart would break. and heartless world. In bitterness of soul he All the feelings which I have attempted to returned from the grave, which seemed to describe rushed through his bosom. In bithave covered all his hopes and prospects on terness of soul he wandered from tomb to earth.
tomb, until he came to the low wall by which It was necessary for him to remain a few the church-yard was separated from the pardays at his father's late abode. He was there sonage where his in fant days had been passed, alone ; and during these days of solitude, it but which never must be his home again. is easier to conceive than to describe the feel. He had now no home. Every spot called back ings that passed through his bosom. Few some recollection of former days — and the persons but those who have experienced them brown hues of a cloudy March evening, which can ever conceive the mingled feelings which was rapidly closing in, shed over each familiar enter into the pride and the ambition of a spot a sombre character, that was suited to his young man, successful in his first entrance state of mind. The little stream still purled into college. Indistinct hopes of the future through the grove, where many a time he had grow upon the imagination, and mix them- searched for the blue-bell or the May-flower. selves up with the hallowed recollections of The old thorn still rose in its rude and jagged the past. Many a one that will read these antiquity, behind the rustic seat, where his pages will remember that the sweetest and father had often taught him the lessons of most sacred ingredient in that honorable pride religion. Every shrub was familiar ; he is the joy that success may bring to a parent's could tell almost every blade of grass within heart the knowledge that a father's and a the precincts of the place that “ should know mother's
eye will grow brighter at the news him no more.” No wonder that his heart of the distinction of a son. Charles had felt was full ; — he leaned against the grave-yard all this. Many a time had his mind been ex- wall, and again gave vent to his feelings in a cited in the laborious struggle of competition, food of tears. by the thought of his father. Many a time He was startled by a step close beside him had the satisfaction of his success been en - he turned round, unwilling that a stranger hanced by the pride that glistened in his should have surprised himn in his grief. It father's eye. It was a union in which the was a relief to him to find that it was old purest sympathies and emotions of our nature Robert Browne, sexton, who had known him hallowed and beautified the passion for per- from his childhood. He had been long a sonal distinction, and the pride of personal servant in his father's family; when appointed
But his father was now gone, never to the office of sexton, he occupied a cottage more to be glad at the honors of his boy on the glebe land, and still regarded himself he felt his heart to be stricken down — the as a servant of “his reverence. There was stay of his pride and his ambition was broken, something in his appearance suited to his and the feelings that leaned upon it hung office. llis dress was sombre, and, without drooping on the ground.
| being threadbare, its shape and fashion was of
the olden time. In one hand he carried a wicked enough, God help it, but there are shovel, in the other the huge key of the many kind and good people in it; anu us to church-yard gate. There was a slight hobble selfish, why, every one looks to their own, as in his gait, which was perceptible as he trod it's only proper they should ; but, indeed, upon each of the grave mounds with which Master Charles, I believe that in the world the yard was full. He transferred the key to there are plenty of people to do a good turn the hand which held the shovel, and touched in reason to a neighbor. ' I never could underhis hat to Charles, with a respect that seemed stand them that was always complaining of accorded as much to his grief as his station. the selfishness of the world, unless, may be,
“ Master Charles," said the old man, “I that they would expect that every one would don't wonder that you should take this sore put themselves out of their own way for them to heart; but it's God's will, and the poor they might know nothing about, which to my master was ready for it; he's happier in his mind would not be reasonable at all; but for grave to-night than many are out of it." kindness within reason, I think the world is
Charles muttered an indistinct assent. far better than you might think, considering
“We must all submit to the will of God," the wickedness that 's in it." continued the old man. “ I ask your pardon, There was something in the shrewd common sir," he added, after a pause, “ for being so sense of the old sexton that jarred upon the bold; but let an old man that loved the poor gloomy philosophy in which Charles had been master speak to you. I seen you, sir, when indulging. Still he felt that there was truth you were sobbing on the grave beyant. I in what he said; he mused for some time ; at thought your grief was more violent than a last he replied, Christian's ought to be — more than your “I'm afraid, Robert, it 's but a poor world father would like to see. We must all submit for one without either money or friends to to God's will."
get on.' " It is not always easy,” replied Charles. “ Don't say that, Master Charles ; if a “You don't know, Robert, what it is to be left man will stay complaining of the world, it's a lonely orphan in the world.”
the long odds but he 'll make reason for him“ Indeed, sir," replied the old man, “I self to find fault with it; but, if one will only knew it once ;' and a sigh escaped him as he just think nothing about whether the world's spoke. “ Just at your age I was left without good or bad, but see what, with God's help, father and mother in one week ; and what he can do for himself, and do it - and if he was more, I did n't know where to get my will trust, Master Charles, in One who is far dinner the day after they were buried ; and I better than any one on this earth, he 'll find, thought my heart would sink in my bosom. I'm thinking, that the world 's nothing to But my mother's last words were to me, that complain of, and wonder how ever he could God was the father of the fatherless — and have thought it so bad. Many persons, I'm they gave me comfort; and from that day to thinking, complain of the world because it this I never knew what it was to want. And won't do for them that will do nothing for I have brought up a goodly family, and seen themselves." them all well settled in the world but Sally, Their conversation was interrupted by the that 's with me yet, and is a comfort to my appearance of Sally, the old man's daughter, old age, and her mother's. Thank God, of whom he had spoken. She came bounding Master Charles, you're good at the learning, over the graves as lightly as if nothing of and got on well in the college ; there is no death were under the sod — her long black fear but you 'll come to good, though I often hair flowing down upon her shoulders, and heard the poor master say he had nothing to her black eyes laughing with the glee of youth. leave you but a good name; but, indeed, as I It was impossible to avoid being attracted by said to his reverence, that was better than her singularly handsome figure, which her riches with a bad one.
light step showed off to great advantage. On “ But Robert,” said the other, " the world perceiving Charles she stopped and seemed does not think so. It 's a cold and heartless confused; her confusion appeared to proceed world for a person to go through; a good from the feeling that her levity of manner name is little thought of without money. was inconsistent with his grief. With a It's a selfish world, Robert,” said Charles, natural propriety of feeling, which often in bitterly.
persons of an humbler rank anticipates the “Master Charles," replied the old man, effect of those conventional rules which bind “ it's not for an ignorant man like me to their superiors, she stopped and sobered down teach a college-bred gentleman like yourself; her manner to a suitable gravity: With a but old men sometimes know things. Now, blushing hesitation she offered her simple it's odd enough that a great many ladies and condolence. gentlemen, I've remarked, are fond of speak
“Master Charles, I'm sorry for your ing that way of the world ; but, in throth, I trouble, sir." don't just think it 's all out so bad ; it's! Charles' reply was anticipated by the re
proof of her father for climbing over the fond of you - fonder nor one would think from church-yard wall. Sally, it seemed, had been your wild ways. I hope, when Master Charles sent by her mother to call the sexton to his sees you next, you 'll not be as wild as you supper, and had found a short way to fulfil are now. her message over a part of the wall which “ I'm thinking maybe he'd find me wilder ; had partly fallen down.
but I pray God, he may see me as lightIndeed, Sally," said the old man, you hearted, though indeed my heart is sore for are too wild ; you are getting a woman now, the old master ; but, father,” she added and must not be getting on with the ways of thoughtfully, “ they say that when a lighta wild girl.”
headed body comes under this old thorn they His reproof, however, was delivered in a can spee ; so I heard the people tell. Maybe mild tone, and he could not conceal the satis- it was speeing of me, that put into my head ; faction with which he looked on the sylph-like so mind, Master Charles, when next form of his really handsome daughter. She meet I may be wilder, but not so light-heart looked up archly and said,
ed.” “ Father, I 'll get old and sober time enough. She said these words in a half-solemn, halfI'm only a wild girl yet. They say,” she cheerful tone of voice; there was the superadded thoughtfully," that none know sorrow stition she mentioned connected with the tree sooner than those that are born with a light that half-witted persons, when standing heart ; so I may make the most of mine." under it, became endued with the gift of spee
"Sally,” said Robert, “ Master Charles is ing or prophecy. She took Charles' offered leaving us to-morrow, for good and all," — his hand Good-by, master Charles,” she voice faltered as he spoke, "the last of the said, “ God bless you and keep you; and mayold stock is going away”. and he struck the be,” she added, looking up at the tree, " when spade deep into the ground, and folded his next we meet you 'd have much need of his arms across it. Sally's eyes filled with tears. blessing.' “ Well, God bless him wherever he goes. Her father rebuked her for what he deemed Master Charles,” she added, “ will you ever her ill-timed levity. think of Glenyale, and the poor old parsonage “ Indeed, father,” she said, “I could not here?”
help it. Master Charles knows my heart is Charles felt his emotions overcome him; sad, God help me, for them that 's gone ; inlarge tears streamed down his cheeks. The deed, father, there is no lightness in my little party were silent for some time; Charles words; they come into my head, as if I leaned with his back to the wall, old Robert could not help to say them ; maybe they have still resting on his spade, and Sally standing, their meaning. God bless you again, Master looking wistfully up into the boughs of an old Charles.” hawthorn that shot out its gnarled and Charles took her extended hand; he alstraggling branches over the graves of the dead. most involuntarily imprinted on it a kiss ; The sexton was the first to break the silence Good-by, Sally, and God bless you.' he spoke as if unconscious of the presence of As he grasped the rough hand of the old his companions.
sexton he felt a warm tear fall on his own. “Well, many a grave I have dug in this “God bless you again,” said the old man church-yard, and many a one, gentle and Mind, Master Charles, don't mind abusing simple, I have seen laid low; but never did the world, but see what you can do for yourI grieve for mortal as for him that I last put self in it, and trust in God, sir. I'm like in. I hope those that come after him may be David, Master Charles ; I have been young, like him.
and now am old, yet never saw I the righteous He dropped the spade on which he had been forsaken, or his seed no, never, Master leaning; he advanced towards Charles, and Charles, never", He did not finish the quograsped both his hands. “ Master Charles, tation ; he could not bear to use an expression God Almighty bless you, and keep you that would even imply the possibility of his wherever you go; and maybe, when you are old pastor's son being brought to beggary. a great man in the college, you would some This conversation the reader must suppose times be coming back to look at his rever- to have occurred a few years previous to the ence's grave; and I'm thinking, Master time at which I have chosen to commence my Charles, you 'll be a very great man before narrative. Charles had taken the old man's you 're too proud to come to see old Robert advice. He had not abused the world, but Browne ; it wolud do my old eyes good if I tried what he could do for himself in it, and could once see you in your father's pulpit, and old Robert's words had turned out true. He get, maybe I might live to see you made obtained a scholarship in the university, and provost or some other post as good, in the with the help of this, and the few hundred college."
pounds which his father had left him, he was “ Sally," said the old man, “bid Master able to make his way to the bar ; the proCharles good-by; the old master was always session to which he had chosen to devote him
self. His prospects were now fair of advance- | best pistol shot, and the idlest fellow in the ment in life. He had made many friends, university. After leaving the university with and had met with much kindness, and began these valuable acquirements, he spent a few seriously to wonder how ever he had believed months with his cousin at his living; after the world to be so bad.
this he visited Dublin ; during his stay there Other hopes too had come in to animate his Mr. Irving showed him some attention; at efforts. When children, he and Ellen Irving his house he met Ellen; he was struck by her had been playmates ; and the recollections of beauty, and understanding that she would her childish beauty had never wholly lost certainly be left a large fortune by her uncle, their influence on his mind. When his colle- he began to think, as he himself expressed it giate pursuits fixed his residence in Dublin, it in a letter to one of his companions, as that he was of course natural that he should be fre-might do worse than give over raking for a quently at his aunt's, and in the society of his little while, and commit matrimony with a cousin ; perhaps equally natural that he should devilish good fortune, and a devilish fine form for her an affection which he persuaded girl.” himself was returned. Not that ever a word An unexpected summons from England, of love had passed between them ; Charles' the nature of which he did not disclose, and pride prevented this. He knew that Ellen which no one of course inquired, prevented was the heiress to a large fortune ; he deter- him from taking any steps, at that period in mined that he would not seek her hand until his schemes. The following year, however, he could appear not altogether to seek it as an be accepted Mr. Irving's invitation to renew adventurer. With the natural enthusiasm of his visit. And as he had learned, on accurate youth, he imagined that the attainment of authority, that Mr. Irving's wealth exceeded his profession would immediately place him even the sum that common report had asin a position in which he might honorably signed to him, he did so with the full intenseek it. He knew that Ellen felt for him tion of carrying his matrimonial speculation as he did for her, and on this assurance he into effect. was content to rest.
Charles was, at this time, just at the eve of Mrs. Irving, was not unaware of Charles' being called to the bar. Every day confirmed feelings towards Ellen, and she more than sus- him in his belief that Ellen was not indifferent pected these feelings to be returned. She did to him. His ardent spirit, too, fancied that not, however, feel it right or necessary to every obstacle would be soon removed, and discourage him. In Charles' principles she that his prospects in his profession would soon had the fullest confidence. She was not one assume so brilliant a coloring, as to present of those who sought for her daughter a good his proposal for Ellen's hand in an unobjecmatch ; or rather she had different notions of tionable light even to Mr. Irving. Poor what constituted a good match. She did not fellow! he knew little of the profession he covet great wealth for her child, but happi- had chosen — of “the hope deferred that ness, and she believed that with a competence maketh the heart sick!" happiness might be found. She feared, how It was just then that the gay and fashionever, that her brother-in-law might entertain able Mr. Leeson presented himself as his different feelings; and, although she was de- rival. He was a young man of polished extermined to act as she thought right, when- terior, and of prepossessing manners. And erer her daughter's happiness would be con- having, of course, tact enough to conceal his cerned, she rather desired that she might not real character, he was a favorite with Mr. be obliged to act contrary to the wishes of Irving. Without much difficulty he obtained one whom she naturally regarded as her pro- that gentleman's sanction for his addresses to tector.
his piece. Mr. Irving was flattered by the
- Mr. Leeson had a nephew, a young man not to exercise any undue influence over Ellen's