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I drew my arm smartly out of his arm; and I surveyed him with, what poor Pratolungo used to call, "my Roman look." "Mr. Oscar Dubourg! say, in plain words, that you distrust me." He protested of course that he did nothing of the kind without producing the slightest effect on me.
A realistic representation of his ghastly end is given in the museum, but one must not imagine that the grating filling the semi-circular arch is at all like the actual spot where the wretched man lay. The cage itself was composed of bars of wood placed so closely together that Dubourg was not able to put more than his fingers between them.
With those concluding remarks, the reverend gentleman sat down and paused for a reply. A remarkable result followed, which might be profitably permitted to take place in some other Parliaments. Nobody replied. Mr. Nugent Dubourg rose no! sat and said, he declined to take any part in the proceedings. He was quite ready to wait, until the end justified the means which he proposed to employ.
The greatest intellect in the kingdom is naturally in great request. To-day, after many hours of negotiation with the Spanish minister, in came M. Dubourg, the most distinguished physician in Europe. "'Mon chère mâitre, he said. 'I have a most difficult case and as you know more about the human body than any man of my acquaintance I wish to confer with you.
Dubourg had been arrested for his libellous writings concerning the king and many important persons in the French court. He existed for a little over a year in the fearful wooden cage, and just before he died he went quite mad, being discovered during the next morning half-eaten by rats.
Reverend Finch opened the proceedings by folding his daughter affectionately in his arms. "My dear child!" he said, "I received your letter your most interesting letter this morning. The moment I read it I felt that I owed a duty to Mr. Dubourg. As pastor of Dimchurch, it was clearly incumbent on me to comfort a brother in affliction.
She suddenly remembered that her father and her step-mother ought both to be informed that Mr. Dubourg was a perfectly presentable person at the rectory: she decided on writing to her father. On this occasion, she made no difficulty about permitting me to hold the pen, while she told me what to write. We produced between us rather a flighty, enthusiastic, high-flown sort of letter.
Undoubtedly there is some secret agent, some underwork, perhaps restraint, of which I am ignorant. I strongly suspect that she has done violence to her feelings. Shall I or shall I not investigate this point? Humph! heighho! I have just been visiting Monsieur Dubourg, president of the French College. The visit, indeed, was to the institution rather than to the man. Both please me greatly.
The latter visited Dublin and presided at a performance of the "Messiah." A few evenings later, Dubourg, who was leader of the band at the Theatre, had to improvise a "close," and wandered about in a fit of abstract modulation for so long that he forgot the original key.
You will never make a man of him." I tried to assert myself as the rector had tried before me with precisely the same result. I appealed indignantly to the authority of my illustrious husband. "Doctor Pratolungo " I began. "Was an honest man," interposed Nugent Dubourg. "I am an advanced Liberal myself I respect him. But he was quite wrong. All sincere republicans make the same mistake.
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