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Updated: May 28, 2025
Here Melville drew, from the side-pocket of his picturesque moyen age surtout, a letter signed by a name authoritative to all who, being painters themselves, acknowledge authority in one who could no more paint a picture himself than Addison, the ablest critic of the greatest poem modern Europe has produced, could have written ten lines of the "Paradise Lost," and thrust the letter into Kenelm's hand.
At that quotation of the well-known greeting of Augustus to his unfortunate general, the scholar recoiled. Had his young friend's mind deserted him, dazed, perhaps, by over-study? He was soon reassured; Kenelm's face settled back into calm, though a dreary calm, like that of the wintry day. "I beg pardon, Mr. Emlyn; I had not quite shaken off the hold of a strange dream.
To Kenelm's surprise, it was a work on Pompeii, and contained woodcuts of the implements and ornaments, mosaics and frescos, found in that memorable little city. "I see this is your model," said Kenelm; "what they call a /patera/, and rather a famous one. You are copying it much more truthfully than I should have supposed it possible to do in substituting basket-work for bronze.
Don't I look as if I'd had water enough to last me one spell? I'm consarn it all, I'm a reg'lar sponge! How far off is Kenelm's from here? How long will it take me to get there?" Thankful answered, and her answer was decisive.
"I should be glad so to annul it; but what is Kenelm's weak side? the turf? the hunting-field? women? poetry? One can only conciliate a man by getting on his weak side." "Hist! I see him from the windows. Kenelm's weak side was, when I knew him some years ago, and I rather fancy it still is " "Well, make haste! I hear his ring at your door-bell."
"And he is an old friend?" "Yes, he is come to paint the roof of St. Kenelm's Church, and we want to be attentive to him because my eldest sister would be sure to be cross and keep him at a distance, being only that sort of wall painter, you know, and his father a drawing master." "My father is very much pleased with him, and thinks him a very superior young man.
Kenelm's, and left Ellie to carry out her plan of passive resistance, becoming thus the more dependent on her aunt's family. In she came, too graceful and courteous for strangers to detect the shock their presence gave her, but much relieved to see them depart. Her husband was on guard, and she had a whole list of commissions for mamma, which would be much better executed without him.
Saunderson junior in his own room. He found that young gentleman still up, and reading an eloquent tract on the Emancipation of the Human Race from all Tyrannical Control, Political, Social, Ecclesiastical, and Domestic. The lad looked up sulkily, and said, on encountering Kenelm's melancholic visage, "Ah! I see you have talked with the old governor, and he'll not hear of it."
She knew well how to propitiate and reason down the apathetic temperament of Lady Chillingly; she did not cease till that lady herself came into Kenelm's room, and said very quietly, "So you are going to propose to Miss Mordaunt, the Warwickshire Mordaunts I suppose? Lady Glenalvon says she is a very lovely girl, and will stay with her before the wedding.
Thinking it over later, and coupling the voice with the moral of those weird lines you repeated to ine so appositely the next day, I conclude that I am not mistaken when I say it was from your lips that the voice which preserved me came." "I confess the impertinence: you pardon it?" The minstrel seized Kenelm's hand and pressed it earnestly. "Pardon it!
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