The actress in high life an episode in winter quarters
^ fc^/ Id. 2 <- ._UetCJier 7 /' V- «/z a L i c is THE ACTBESS HIGH LIFE: AN EPISODE IN WINTER QUARTERS. " Grim-Visag'd War hath smooth'd his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, lie capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a luto." NEW YORK: DERBY & JACKSON. 1860. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1SCO, in the dork's office of the District .Court of South Carolina. .. C. A. ALVORD, PRINTER, NEW YORK. THE'ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE; AN EPISODE IN WINTER QUARTERS. CHAPTER I. I was a traveler, then, upon the moor, I saw the hare that raced about with joy, I heard the woods and distant waters roar, Or heard them not, as happy as a boy ; The pleasant season did my heart employ. My old remembrances went from me wholly, And all the ways of men so vain and melancholy. WORDSWORTH. GENTLE READER : Wherever you may be, in bodily presence, when you cast your eyes on this page, let it for a few hours transport your complying spirit to a remote region and a bygone day. We may alter names without injury to our story; but every real character, or event, has its own time, place, and acci dents; to tear it from them is like transplanting a tree from its native spot; it must be trimmed and pruned, and robbed of its due proportions and its natural grace. 1 M33483 10 > t*»:V! JTHE: ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. Here, then, on this lovely day, near the end of the year 1812, you are in Alemtejo — the largest, poorest, and, in every sense, worst peopled province of Portu gal. As its name implies, you are, as to Lisbon, beyond the Tagns. Hasten eastward over this sandy, arid plain, covered with a forest of stunted sea-pines, through whose tops the west wind glides with monot onous and melancholy moans, fit music for the wilder ness around you. Nor need you loiter on this desolate moor, scantily carpeted with heaths of different kinds and varying hues. The drowsy tinkling of the cow bell amidst yonder brushwood, the goats sportively clambering over that ledge of rocks, and those dis tant dusky spots upon the downs, which may be sheep, tell you. that all life has not left the land. You may, perchance, on your journey, see a goatherd or a shep herd here or there ; by rarer chance may meet some wayfarer like yourself, but as likely a robber as an honest man ; and may find shelter, at least, in one of the few and comfortless vcndas, the wretched inns the route affords. You need not pause to gaze on many a wild scene, some beautiful, and even here and there a fertile spot; nor loiter in this provincial town — rich,' perhaps, in Moorish ruins, but in nothing else — but hasten onward till you reach that elevated point, where the road, one hundred miles from Lisbon, winds over the ridge of yonder hill. The chilly night winds of the peninsula have gone to sleep. Here, even in midwinter, the sun at this hour shoots down scorching rays upon your head. THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 11 Seat yourself by the road-side, on this ledge of slate- rock, at the foot of the cork-oak, which so invitingly spreads out its sheltering arms. Here while you take breath, cast your eyes around yon. You are no longer in the midst of broken, desolate wastes. To the south-west rises the Serra d'Ossa — its sides clothed with evergreen oaks, and a dense growth of underbrush sheltering the wolf and the wild boar, while the northern slope of its rocky ridge is thatched with snow. Before you is spread out the valley of the Guadiana. Sloping downward toward the mighty stream, lie pasture, grove and field, gaily mingled to gether. There, to the east, sits Elvas, on a lofty hill, whose sides are covered with vineyards, oliveyards and orchards, and just north of it, on a yet loftier peak, with a deep narrow valley lying between them, stands the crowning castle of La Lippe, the strongest fortress in Portugal. Far beyond, but plainly seen through the clear atmosphere of the peninsula, now doubly transparent since it has been purified by the heavy rains which here usher in the winter, rises the blue mountain of Albuquerque, far away in Spanish Estremadura. Whichever way you look, Sierras, nearer or more distant, tower above the horizon, or fringe its utmost verge. Among these scenes of nature's handiwork, a pro duction of human art demands your attention. See, on your right, the beginning of the ancient aqueduct, reared by Moorish hands, which leads the pure moun tain stream for three miles across the valley to the 12 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. city seated on the hill. Here, the masonry is but a foot or two above the ground ; below, the road will lead you under its three tiers of arches, with the water gliding an hundred feet above your head. But here comes a native of this region to enliven, if not adorn, the landscape. This lean, swarthy young fellow, under his soinbrero with ample brim, exhibits a fair specimen of the peasants of Alemtejo. His sheep-skin jacket hangs loosely from his shoulders, and between his nether garment and his clumsy shoes, he displays the greater part of a pair of sinewy legs, which \vould be brown, were they not so wrell pow dered with the slate dust of the rocky road he travels. With a long goad he urges on the panting beasts, yoked to the rudest of all vehicles — the bullock cart of Portugal. Its low wheels, made of solid wooden blocks, are fastened to the axle-tree, which turns with them, and at every step squeaks out complaining notes under the burden of a cask of the muddy and little prized wine of the province, which is seeking a market at Elvas. The carter is now overtaken by a peasant girl, who, with basket on her arm, has been gathering chesnuts and bolotas in the wood. They are no strangers to each other, and she exchanges her brisk, elastic step, for a pace better suited to that of the toiling oxen. The beauty of this dusky belle consists of a smiling mouth, bright black eyes, and youth and health. Though fond of gaudy colors, she is not over dressed. A light handkerchief rather binds her raven hair than THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 13 covers her head. Her bright blue petticoat, scanty in length, and her orange-colored spencer, open in front, both well worn, and showing here and there a rent, but half conceal the graces of her form, and a pair of nimble feet, scorning the trammels of leather, pick their way skillfully along the stony path. That she does not contemn ornament, is 'shown by her one small golden ear-ring, long since divorced from its mate, and the devout faith which glows in her bosom is symbolized by the little silver image of our lady, slung from her neck by a silken cord, spun by her own silk worms, and twisted by her own hands. In short, she is neither beautiful, nor noble, nor rich ; yet her company seems instantly to smooth the road and lighten the toils of travel to her swain. He helps himself, unasked, out of her basket, and urges her to partake of the stores of his leathern wallet — hard goat's cheese — and the crumbling loaf of broa, or maize bread. Soon in deep and sweet conference, in their crabbed, but expressive tongue, he forgets to make occasional use of his goad, and thus keeping pace with the loitering bullocks, they go leisurely along. Let them pass on, and wait for better game. Turn and look at this cavalcade toiling up toward you. A sudden bend in the road has brought it into view, and its aspect, half native, half foreign — its mixed civil and military character — attract attention. Two mounted orderlies, in a British uniform, lead the way, and are followed by a clumsy Lisbon coach, every part of it well laden with luggage. It is drawn 14 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. by four noble mules, such as are seldom seen out of the peninsula, deserving more stylish postillions than those who, in ragged jackets, greasy leathern breeches and huge jack boots, are urging them on. Two men sit at ease on the coach box. One, a tall young fellow, looks at a distance like a field-officer in a flashy uni form, but is only a"n English footman in a gaudy livery, who needs the training of a London winter or two, in a fashionable household, to make him a flunky of the first water. The other, an old man, with a severe countenance, is plainly dressed, but, with a less brilliant exterior, has a more respectable air than his companion. He, too, is the man in authority as, from time to time, he directs the party and urges them on in somewhat impatient tones. If you are familiar writh the country and the times, you may imagine that some British general officer has been so long in the peninsula, that he has adopted the style and equipage of Cuesta, and some other Spanish leaders, and fallen into their habits of slow and digni fied motion. You will think it high time for him to be sent home, that some one less luxurious and state ly, but more alert and energetic, may fill his place. One look into the coach will undeceive you. Its chief occupant is a lady, whose years do not exceed nine teen ; and she is evidently no native of Alemtejo, nor of Portugal ; and might have been sent out hither as a specimen of what a more northern country can occa sionally produce. While she looks out with deep, yet lively interest on the scenery before and around her, THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 15 you naturally gaze with deeper interest only upon her. Her companion is her maid, some years older than herself, who might be worth looking at, were her mis tress out of the way. One of the orderlies, turning in his saddle, now points out the city to the old man, who, in turn, leans over to the coach window, and calls out, " My lady, there is Elvas !" "And my father is in Elvas!" She leans eagerly out of the window ; but the front of the clumsy vehi cle obstructs the view, and she calls out, " Stop the coach, Hoodie, and let me out. I will not go one step further until I have taken a good look at Elvas." The old man testily orders a halt. The footman opens the door, and the lady springs lightly out, fol lowed by her maid. Neglecting all -other objects in sight, she gazes long and eagerly at the city seated on the hill. The interest she shows is no longer merely that of observant curiosity, but is prompted by the gushing affections of the heart. In Elvas, besides much new and strange, there is something known and loved. She now begins to question the orderlies as to the exact spot where her father has quartered himself; but the old man interrupts her : " You have traveled a long way, my lady, to get to Elvas, but you will never reach it while you stand looking at it and spiering about it." " Very true, old Wisdom. How comes it that you are always in the right? Let us push on now, and in 16 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. an hour," she exclaims, stepping into the coach, " I will see my father, for the first time since I was four teen." The coach moves on, but too slowly for her. Lean ing out of the window, and surveying the road, she calls out gaily, " Our way lies down hill, Moodie, and they tell me that mules are so sure-footed that they never stumble. Pray buy or borrow that long goad from the young gentleman in the sheep-skin jacket. By skillful use of it you might mend our pace, and bring us sooner to Elvas." "We will leave this impatient lady to hasten on to Elvas, whether expedited or not by the use of the goad, to inquire the occasion of her journey thither. For five years the peninsula has been one battle field, and the present has been one of unceasing activ ity to the British troops. Beginning the year by sud denly crossing the frontier and investing Ciudad Rod- rigo, they had taken it by storm in January, while the French were preparing to relieve it. Equally unex pectedly crossing the Tagus and the Guadiana, they had sat down before the strong fortress of Badajoz, and to save a few precious days, in which Soult and Marmont might have united their hosts to its rescue, they, in April, took it in a bloody assault, buying im mediate possession at the price of more than a thou sand precious lives. No sooner had the disappointed Marshals withdrawn their armies to less exhausted regions, than the forts of Almarez were surprised in May, and the direct route of communication between THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 17 them cut off. The British army then invaded Spain on the side of the kingdom of Leon : the forts of Sal amanca fell before them in June, and in July the battle of Salamanca crushed the French force in that quarter, and opened the road to Madrid to the British, who, driving thence the intrusive king, acquired the control of all central Spain. But, at length, in Oc tober, the castle of Burgos defied their utmost efforts, unaided by a siege-train. The French hosts from north, south and east, abandoning rich provinces and strong fortresses they had held for years, gathered around them in overwhelming numbers; and slowly, reluctantly, and with many a stubborn halt, the Eng lish general retraced his steps toward Portugal. The prostrated strength of both armies put an end to the campaign. The French gave up the pursuit, being too hungry to march further, or to fight any more ; and the discipline and appetites of the British soldiers were indicated, on their march through the forests bordering the Huebra, by the fusilade opened on the herds of swine, which were fattening on the acorns there. For a moment their commander thought himself surprised, and that the country, for miles around, was the scene of one wide-spread skirmish with the foe. Even hang ing a few of his men did not put a stop to the disorder. Late in November the troops were permitted to pause for rest, in the neighborhood of Ciudad Rodrigo, with their energies prostrated and their discipline relaxed through the sieges and battles, the continual marches, the exposure and the want of a campaign so long and 1* 18 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. arduous as this. Strange it seemed to them, after go ing so far, and doing and suffering so much, that they should end the campaign where they had begun it. Yet they had done much : wrenching the larger and richer half of Spain out of the grasp of the French, and changing their possession of the country to a mere invasion of it. Such toils need long rest. Privations and sufferings like theirs should be repaid by no scanty measure of plenty and enjoyment. The troops went into winter quarters chiefly between the Douro and the Tagus ; but, as an army in this country is always in danger of starvation, a brigade was sent over into Alerntejo, at once, to make themselves comfortable, and to facilitate getting up supplies from a province which now had something in it : as, for four years, the French had been kept out of it. Accordingly, it was absolutely refreshing to see the liberal provision made for the almost insatiable wants of this brigade — for among them our story lies. They proved themselves good soldiers, to a man, in their zeal to refresh and strengthen themselves against the next campaign, by enjoying, to the full, every good thing within their reach. The officers, especially, ransacked the country for every commodity that could promote enjoyment ; and what Alerntejo could not furnish, Lis bon and London must provide. Nothing was too costly for their purses, no place too distant for their search. Doubtless, the veterans of the greatest of all great captains were permitted for a time to run a free THE ACTRESS IX HIGH LIFE. 19 and joyous career in Capua ; and this brigade, besides having a little corner of Portugal to themselves, some what out of sight of the Commander-in-chief and of Sir Rowland Hill, enjoyed the further advantage of being led by a good soldier in the field, and a free- liver in garrison and camp, wrho looked upon his men in winter quarters, after a hard campaign, sornewThat in the light of school-boys in the holidays, and was willing to see the lads enjoy themselves freely. Lord Strathern, a veteran somewhat the worse for wear, had entered the army a cadet of a Scotch family, more noble than rich. At length, the obliging death of a cousin brought him a Scotch peerage, and an estate little adequate to support that dignity. High rank, and a narrow estate, form an inconvenient union ; so he stuck to the profession which he loved, and, being a widower, entrusted his only child, a daughter, to a sister in Scotland. Though he had seen little of domestic life, he was an affectionate man. The briskness of the last cam paign, and the number of his friends who dropped off in the course of it, strongly warned him that if he would once again see his daughter, now attaining womanhood, it wonjjl be well to lose no time about it. So, one morning, during the retreat from Burgos, after issuing the brigade orders for the day, he penned an order to his sister in Scotland, to send out the young lady, with proper attendants, under the care of the wife of any officer of rank who might be sailing for 20 THE ACTRESS IX HIGH LIFE. Lisbon. There she would be within reach, and lie might find leisure to visit her. His sister would have protested against this had she had an opportunity ; but the order of the father, and the affectionate and adventurous spirit of the daughter, at once decided the matter. On her arrival, however, in Lisbon, her father was too busy establishing his brigade in comfortable quarters, to meet her there ; and the military horizon giving promise of a quiet winter, he summoned her to join him at Elvas. The brigade had been for some weeks living in clo ver in their modern Capua, when Lady Mabel Stewart joined her father. A Portuguese provincial town, with its filthy streets and squalid populace, could be no agreeable place of residence to a British lady. Lord Strathern felt this, and, looking about him, found a large building in the midst of an orchard without the walls of Elvas, and more than half-way down the hill. It had been erected by one of the monastic societies of the city, as a place of occasional retirement for pleasure, or devotion, or both. The French had sum marily turned them out of it five years before, and so thoroughly plundered them, at the same time, that they had not since found heart or^neans to repair and refurnish it. Accordingly, it was a good deal dilap idated. But the refectory and the kitchen took his lordship's eye. The former could dine half the officers of the brigade at a time, and the latter allowed abund ant elbow-room to cooks and scullions, while prepar ing the feast. So, here he established the headquarters THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 21 of his brigade, and here Lady Mabel Stewart made her appearance in the new dignity of womanhood, to preside over his household. 22 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. CHAPTER II. " OH sovereign beauty, you whose charms All other charms surpass ; Whose lustre nought can imitate, Except your looking-glass. SOUTHEY, from the Spanish. THE arrival of Lady Mabel Stewart was a god-send to the young officers of the brigade. Already the sources of interest afforded by the country around, began to fail them. Few men can long make a busi ness of mere eating and drinking ; red-legged par tridges were getting scarce in that neighborhood) and boar hunting in the mountain forests was distant, la borious, and too often, fruitless of game. The scenery of the country, the costume and habits of the people, now familiar to their eyes, palled upon their tastes. They wanted something new to interest them, and were particularly delighted when this novelty came from home. But, above all, the black-haired, dark- eyed daughters of this sunny region grew many shades browner in their eyes. We look not at the daffodils when the lily rears its head. A new and higher order of beauty, rare even at home, now demanded homage, and it was freely paid. Lord Strathern, a social and jovial man, had always been a favorite with his subalterns, but now his pop- THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 23 ularity attained its acme. His open house became headquarters, even more in a social than a military sense. It was a little court, and Lady Mabel played the queen regnant there. Justly proud of her, her father encouraged this, taking all the attention she attracted as compliments to himself; and the gentlemen displayed great inge nuity in devising various excuses for being in frequent attendance at headquarters, in the service of her lady ship. Lieutenant Goring, the best horseman in the light dragoons, a squadron of which had been sent hither with the brigade, to fatten their emaciated steeds on the barley and maize of Alemtejo, estab lished himself, uninvited, in the post of equerry, and sedulously devoted himself to training the beautiful Andalusian provided for Lady Mabel's own saddle. Of course, he had to be in attendance when she took the air on horseback. Major Warren, from a free, heedless sportsman, who followed his game for his own pleasure, became gamekeeper, or rather, grand huntsman, bound to lay the feathered, furred, and scaly tribes under contribution to supply her table and tempt her delicate appetite. A proud and happy man was he when skill or fortune enabled him to lay the an tiered stag or tusked boar at her feet, and ex patiate on the incidents of his sylvan campaign. He, of course, must be often invited to partake of the so cial meal. Captain Cranfield, of the engineers, had just returned from Badajoz, where he had been repair ing shattered bastions, and patching up curtains sadly 24 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. torn by shot and shell. He found Lady Mabel busy renovating, modernising and adorning the rude and comfortless apartments of her monastic quarters. Im mediately his pencil, his professional ingenuity and skill are devoted to her service. He appoints himself architect, upholsterer and improver-general to the household. He designed elegant curtains, with grace ful festoons for the misshapen windows, tasteful hang ings to conceal bare walls of rough-hewn stone, pic turesque screens to hide unsightly corners ; and ar ranged and put them up with as much skill as if, with a native genius for it, he had been bred to the busi ness. The commonest materials became rich chintz and costly arras in his hands, mahogany, or rose-wood, at his bidding. One morning so spent put him on an easier footing with Lady Mabel than a dozen casual meetings ; and he quite got the weather gage of both equerry and huntsman, securing frequent and easy in tercourse, while advising and assisting her in his in ter-menial capacity, whereas these gentlemen's spheres of official duty lay properly out of doors. But he soon found a dangerous rival to take the wind out of his sails, in the person of Major Lurnley, who, pos sessing great taste and skill in music, accidentally heard Lady Mabel singing in one room, while he was conversing with her father in the next. " She has," thought and said the major, " the sweetest voice in the world ; and it only needs a little more cultivation to make it heavenly !" Lord Strathern thought so too. The major's instructive talents were put into THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 25 requisition, and, from private practice, her father led her on, somewhat reluctant, to more public display, and soon the major and herself discoursed exquisite music to the ears of a score of officers, at a musical soiree. If, with the powers, she did not acquire the confidence of a prima donna, it was not his lord ship's fault. How many others, irresistibly attracted, sought, each in his own way, to make himself agreeable, we will not undertake to say. Perhaps Ensign AVade, who, not yet 'eighteen, had just been rubbing off the school-boy in the last campaign, was the most madly in love with her ; unless he was surpassed by little Captain Hatton, who, being but five feet three, had, to the great injury of his marching powers, magnani mously added an extra inch to his boot heels, that Lady Mabel might not look too much down upon him, when so happy as to stand beside her. Hers was a curious position for a lady, and, yet, more for one so young. She instinctively looked round for the countenance and support which only female companions could give. But, of the very few 26 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. ladies with the brigade, Mrs. Colonel Coiville was at Portalegre, where her husband's regiment was quar tered, the wife of Major Grey was shut up with him in his sick room ; Mrs. Captain Howe had come out from home less to visit her husband than to cure her rheumatism in the balmy climate of Elvas; and the wife of Captain Ford had just, very injudiciously, presented him with two little Portuguese, who might have made very good Englishmen, had they h'rst seen the light in the right place. If the brigade had suf fered heavy loss in the last campaign, the ladies of the brigade were absolutely hors de combat, and could not furnish Lady Mabel even a sentinel in the shape of a chaperon. She felt that this was awkward ; but, said she to herself, "If there were any impropriety in my situation here, Papa wo'uld not open his house so free ly to the officers of the brigade." For she loved and admired him far too much to doubt his judgment on such a point. Now, Lord Strathern had dined the better part of his life at a regimental mess table ; and when promotion at length removed him from that genial sphere, he felt seltish and solitary, if he took his dinner and wine without, at least, a corporal's guard of his brother officers around him. So far from deeming his daughter's arrival a reason for excluding them, she was a strong ally, and a delightful addition to his means of entertaining his friends. So she found herself suddenly the centre of a circle, composed of gentlemen only, most of them unmarried, young and gay, and admiring her. In short, Lady Mabel was THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 27 finishing off her education in a very bad school, worse, perhaps, than a Frenchified academy, devoted to^tlie education of the extremities, in the shape of music, dancing and gabbling French, with a dash of mental and moral training in the development of the sickly imagination of the head and the empty vanities of the heart. For a time the dilapidated condition of kitchen and refectory restricted the scale of hospitality at head quarters. But Lady Mabel soon completed her re forms of house and household, in which she found old Moodie an able assistant. Captain Cranfield had to bring his labors of love to an end, and Lord Strathern celebrated the event by feasting a large party of his friends. While the company was assembled, Lady Mabel led a party of the first comers through the apart ments, to admire the results of the labor and taste bestowed upon them. Some of the more prying peeped into the kitchen to see what was going on there. " I am glad to see," said Captain Hatton, " that though this is a monastic house, and this a fast day, we shall not have to dine orthodoxly, on bacal/iao and sardinhas" " Nor be bored with the long Latin grace," said Major Warren, " which the very walls of the refectory are tired of hearing and not understanding." " Would rendering it into English reconcile you to its length?" asked Lady Mabel. 28 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. " Not in the least. I think nothing so heterodox as a long grace, while soup and fish grow cold." "I am told," said Lady Mabel, ascending to the apartment above, " that this was the abbot's own room." "That is very likely," said Captain Hatton, "from its neighborhood to the kitchen." " It is not exactly the apartment," she continued, " which I would design for a lady's withdrawing room. But, if it satisfied the holjr father before it was thus improved, it is too good for a heretic like me. I sometimes feel myself a profane intruder here, and, when I call to mind whom this building belongs to, and see so many red-coated gentry stalking at ease through dormitory, refectory and cloisters, I think of rooks who have fled the rookery, before a flock of flamingoes who usurp their place." "The pious crows," said Captain Hatton, " would forgive our intrusion, did they see the bird of paradise that attracts us hither." " Put a weight on your fancy, Captain Hatton," said Lady Mabel. " Such another flight and it may soar away altogether. Pray observe the admirable effect of those hangings, with which Captain Cran- field has concealed the dark and narrow passage that leads to the oratory." Major Warren was provoked at the general admir ation of Cranfield's taste and skill, and stung by the repeated thanks witli which Lady Mabel repaid his labors, so he endeavored to turn them into ridicule. THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 29 " It is a thousand pities, Cranfield, that these happy designs should perish with their temporary use. Let me beg you to send a sketch of them to Colonel Stur geon, the head of your department. They should be preserved among the draughts and plans of the engi neer corps." Cranfield was about to make angry answer, but Lady Mabel anticipated him by saying: "doubtless, whenever Colonel Sturgeon has occasion to turn monk ish cloisters into ladies' bowers, it will save him a world of trouble to avail himself of these designs. At this moment dinner was announced. Colonel Bradshawe, resolving that his juniors should not have Lady Mabel all to themselves, availed himself of his right of precedence, to hand her into the room, and seated himself at her right hand. Full thirty guests occupied the space between her fathers portly, but martial h'gure, and her seat at the head of the table ; and though, Minerva-like in air and form, she presided there with exquisite grace, she shrunk from this long array, and sought a kind of privacy in devoting her attention, somewhat exclu sively, to the senior colonel of the brigade. Knowing how important a matter dining wras in his estimation, she soon made a conquest of him, by her judicious care in supplying his wants, tickling his palate, and coinciding in his tastes. She even, for his benefit, called into requisition the unwilling service of old Moodie, who had habitually taken his post behind her, like a sentinel, not troubling himself about the 30 THE ACTKESS IN HIGH LIFE. wants of the guests. The colonel might have choked with thirst before he spontaneously handed him a decanter. Colonel Bradshawe having made himself comfort able, next sought to make himself agreeable. " What a delightful contrast between my situation to-day, and this day year, Lady Mabel." " Where were you then ?" " About this hour we were fording the Aguada, in a snow storm, to invest Ciudad Rodrigo." " That was somewhat different from our present oc cupation." u We soon finished that little job, however, before we had suffered many privations there. But it proved to be but the opening of a campaign, which I began, after a time, to think would never come to an end." "And, unhappily," said Lady Mabel, uit did not end quite so well as it promised to do." " Fortune is a fickle mistress, and fond of showing her character in war," said the colonel. " Sometimes she favors one party with a run of luck, then shifts suddenly over to the other side. So with individuals, only there she is most apt to work at cross purposes. One pretty fellow deserves to live forever, and gets knocked on the head in the first skirmish ; another deserves to rise, and all his good service is overlooked or forgotten ; another gets praise and promotion for what he never did, or otiffht never to have done. O Some men have such luck ! There is L'Isle now, who, after being pushed on as fast as money and family in- THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 31 tereat could shove him ; what next happens to him? Why just for blundering into a Spanish village, and being nearly taken with his whole command, he is made a lieutenant-colonel on the spot." " That is a curious result of such a blunder." " Curious, but true. This is capital port," inter jected the colonel, emptying his glass. "We drank no such stuff as this during the last campaign. I would not disgust you with a detail of our privations ; but you must know, Lady Mabel, that during the whole march from Madrid to Burgos, and thence, in retreat, to Ciudad Kodrigo, I never tasted a bottle of wine that deserved the name, except one of Peralta, of which I feel bound to make honorable mention. I met with it by great good luck at the posada at Euitrago ; but when I called for another, it was so excellent that the landlord had drank all himself. The stuff we had to drink was made by pouring water on the skins of grapes already pressed. After they had been well macerated in it, it was allowed to fer ment and grow sour, then sold to us at the price of good liquor." " That accounts," said Lady Mabel, " for the provi dent care you lately showed, in laying in a stock of better liquor for your winter's use. Is it true that you sent a special agent to Xeres de la Frontera, to select the best sherry for the regimental mess ?" " Not exactly a special agent," said the colonel, dis claiming it with a gentle wave of the hand; "but, finding a trusty person, and a capital judge, going 32 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. thither, we did charge him with a little commission that way." " I was sorry to hear of yonr disappointment," added she, in a commiserating tone. "I am told that he found that the firm of Soult, Victor & Co., had al ready taken up all the oldest and best wine on credit, that is, without paying for it ; and you had to put up with new and inferior brands, or go without any." " It is but too true," said the colonel, with a sigh. 4 ' Those rascally Frenchmen had drained the country of everything worth drinking ; our agent, very wisely, under the circumstances, made no purchase there, and I am glad of it; for I have since learned, that the Amontillado, which had been recommended to us as the dryest of sherry wines, is made from a variety of grapes plucked before they are ripe." ;' How lucky," said Lady Mabel, in a congratula tory tone, " that you have since found out that this wine is made of sour grapes." A faint suspicion that she was laughing at him in duced him to change the topic. " You were never abroad before, I believe. This part of the country has some drawbacks ; but I think you will find it, during the winter, a very pleasant part of the world." " We will all endeavor to make it so to you, Lady Mabel," said Major Warren, who, impatient of his superior's monopoly, here tried to edge in a word. But the colonel cut him short with "That's a mere truism, Warren, a self-evident proposition. Let us have nothing more of that sort. One of the peculiar!- THE ACTKESS IN HIGH LIFE. 33 ties of this climate, Lady Mabel, is that it has a double spring : one in February and another in April. Then we will see you take your appropriate place in the picture, representing the heyday of youth in the midst of spring, and beauty, surrounded by flowers." She bowed low, in suppressing a laugh at this elaborate compliment, and said, " Will spring be so soon upon us ?" " In a fortnight you may gather the same flowers which at home you must wait for till May." " Not the same flowers," said she, quickly. " Por tugal has a Flora peculiar to itself, embracing very few of our native British plants. I am on my strong ground on this topic, being a pupil of Dr. Graham, who relieves his graver studies by striving to rival King Solomon in the knowledge of plants, ' from the cedar of Lebanon to the hyssop that grows on the wall.' I am pledged to carry home a vast hortus siccus for him." " Oh ! a scientific young lady — perhaps a little of a blue-stocking, too," said the colonel to himself. " I must hash up a dish to suit her peculiar taste. Though no botanist," continued he aloud, " there is one plant that has strongly attracted my attention, and I recom mend it to yours; though your hortus siccus will hardly contain a fair specimen of it." " What is that ?" said she, on the qui vive to hear of some rare plant. "It is the cork-oak," said the colonel, solemnly. "Its rough exterior has led tourists and artists, and 34 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. even naturalists, to treat it with neglect, while it is daily contributing to the comfort, delight, and civili zation of the world." "It may, perhaps," said Lady Mabel, hesitating, " be said to do all that you attribute to it." " Does it not strike you as passing strange, Lady Mabel, (apropos to our subject, pray take a glass of wine with me,) that the Romans, who were, doubt less, a great and a wise people, should have been masters of Spain and Gaul, and of their forests of cork trees for centuries — that these Romans," con tinued he, growing eloquent on the subject, " who had the tree in their own country, though not, per haps, in the full perfection of its cortical development, and did apply its bark to a number of useful purposes, including, occasionally, that of stoppers for vessels, should yet never have attained to the systematic use of it in corking their bottles !" " Strange, indeed," said Lady Mabel. " It was shutting their eyes against the light of nature ; for, we may say, that the obvious final end of the cork tree is to provide corks for bottles." " A great truth well expressed," said the colonel. " Such an oversight has hardly a parallel ; unless it be in their invention of printing and never using it. For we see, in the baker's name, stamped on the loaves found in Pompeii, and words impressed on their pottery and other articles, what amounts to stereotype printing ; yet they never went on to sepa rate the individual letters, and so become compositors THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 35 and printers in the usual sense of the art. But they could certainly get on better without printing than without corks." " Undoubtedly. For the world may — indeed, has— become too full of books ; while there is little fear of its becoming too full of bottles ; they get emptied and broken so fast." " I wonder whether Horace," continued Colonel Bradshawe, with a thoughtful air, " when he opened a jar of Falernian, was obliged to finish it at a sitting, to prevent its growing sour? Wine out of a jar! Think of that. With a wooden or earthen stopper, made tight with pitch. Think of having your wine vinho-flavored with pitch ! like the vinho verde of these Portuguese peasants, out of a pitchy goat-skin sack." Lady Mabel looked nauseated at the idea, and the colonel swallowed a glass of Madeira, to wash away the pitchy flavor. " Yes," said he, shaking his head gravely, " they must have often felt sadly the want of a cork. How would it be possible to confine cham pagne (I am sorry this cursed war prevents our get ting any,) until it is set free with all its life and per fection of flavor, just at the moment of enjoyment ! They had glass, too, and used glass, these Romans, yet persevered in keeping their wine in those abominable jars. It proves how little progress they had made in the beautiful art of glass-blowing ; and, of course, (here the colonel took up a decanter of old Madeira and re plenished his glass, after eyeing approvingly the am- 36 THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. ber-colored liquor,) they were ignorant that wines that attain perfection by keeping, ripen most speedy in light-colored bottles." " Indeed I" said Lady Mabel, " I did not know that. But I learn something new from you every moment." "And that," said he, nodding approvingly at her, "is someihing worth knowing. I doubt, after all, whether these Romans, with the world at their beck, really knew much of the elegant and refined pleasures of life. Setting aside their gladiatorial shows, and the custom of chaining the porter by the leg to the door post, that he might not be out of the way when friend or client called on his master, and similar rude habits, there is enough to convict them as a gross people. They put honey in their wine, too ! What a proof of childish, or rather, savage taste! Lucullus' monstrous suppers, and Apicius' elaborate feasts, are better to read about than to partake of. Give me, rather, a quiet little dinner of a few well-chosen dishes and wines, and three or four knowing friends, not given to long stories, but spicy in talk, and I will enjoy myself better than ' the noblest Roman of them all.' ?; "But, Colonel Bradshawe, how did you become so familiar with Roman manners ? Many of us know something of their public life, their wars, conquests, seditions and laws; but you seem to have put aside the curtain, and peered into the house, first floor, gar ret and cellar." " You overrate my learning, Lady Mabel ; my tastes naturally lead me to inform myself on some points THE ACTRESS IN HIGH LIFE. 37 that may seem to lie out of the common road. Some people take the liberty of calling me an epicure. I admit it so far as this : I hold it to be our duty to en joy ourselves wisely and well. Much as I esteem a knowing l)on vivant, I despise an ignorant glutton, or undiscriminating sot. To know how to make the most of the good things given us, is, at once, a duty and a pleasure. 