Part 32 (1/2)

I.

Believe me, Love was never made In deserts to abide; Leave Age to take the sober shade, And Youth the sunny side.

II.

Love dozes by the purling brook, No friend to lonely places; Or, if he toy with Strephon's crook, His Chloes are the Graces.

III.

Forsake 'The Flaunting Town!' Alas!

Be cells for saints, my own love!

The wine of life's a social gla.s.s, Nor may be quaffed alone, love.

IV.

Behold the dead and solemn sea, To which our beings flow; Let waves that soon so dark must be Catch every glory now.

V.

I would not chain that heart to this To sicken at the rest; The cage we close a prison is, The open cage a nest.

CHAPTER LIV.

THE CAREER OF CONSTANCE.--REAL STATE OF HER FEELINGS TOWARDS G.o.dOLPHIN.--RAPID SUCCESSION OF POLITICAL EVENTS.--CANNING'S ADMINISTRATION.--CATHOLIC QUESTION.--LORD GREY'S SPEECH.--CANNING'S DEATH.

While in scenes like these, alternated with more refined and polished dissipation, G.o.dolphin lavished away his life, Constance, became more and more powerful as one of the ornaments of a great political party.

Few women in England ever mixed more actively in politics than Lady Erpingham, or with more remarkable ability. Her friends were out of office, it is true; but she saw the time approaching rapidly when their opinions must come into power. She bad begun to love, for itself, the scheming of political ambition, and in any country but England she would have been a conspirator, and in old times might have risen to be a queen; but as it was, she was only a proud, discontented woman. She knew, too, that it was all she could be--all that her s.e.x allowed her to be--yet did she not the less straggle and toil on. The fate of her father still haunted her; her promise and his death-bed still rose oft and solemnly before leer; the humiliations she had known in her early condition--the homage that had attended her later career--still cherished in her haughty soul indignation at the faction he had execrated, and little less of the mighty cla.s.s which that faction represented. The system of ”fas.h.i.+on” she had so mainly contributed to strengthen, and which was originally by her intended to build up a standard of opinion, independent of mere rank, and in defiance of mere wealth, she saw polluted and debased by the nature of its followers, into a vulgar effrontery, which was worse than the more quiet dulness it had attempted to supplant. Yet still she was comforted by the thought that through this system lay the way to more wholesome changes. The idols of rank and wealth once broken, she believed that a pure and sane wors.h.i.+p must ultimately be established. Doubtless in the old French regime there were many women who thought like her, but there were none who acted like her--deliberately, and with an end. What an excellent, what a warning picture is contained in the entertaining Memoirs of Count Segur! how admirably that agreeable gossip develops the state of mind among the n.o.bility of France!--”merry censurers of the old customs”--”enchanted by the philosophy of Voltaire”--”ridiculing the old system”--”embracing liberality as a fas.h.i.+on,” and ”gaily treading a soil bedecked with flowers, which concealed a precipice from their view!”

In England, there are fewer flowers, and the precipice will be less fearful.

A certain disappointment which had attended her marriage with G.o.dolphin, and the disdainful resentment she felt at the pleasures that allured him from her, tended yet more to deepen at once her distaste for the habits of a frivolous society, and to nerve and concentrate her powers of political intrigue. Her mind grew more and more masculine; her dark eye burnt with a sterner fire; the sweet mouth was less prodigal of its smiles; and that air of dignity which she had always possessed, grew harder in its character, and became command.

This change did not tend to draw G.o.dolphin nearer to her. He, so susceptible to coldness, so refining, so exacting, believed fully that she loved him no more--that she repented the marriage she had contracted. His pride was armed against her; and he sought more eagerly those scenes where all, for the admired, the gallant, the sparkling G.o.dolphin, wore smiles and suns.h.i.+ne.

There was another matter that rankled in his breast with peculiar bitterness. He had wished to raise a large sum of money (in the purchase of some celebrated works of art), which could only be raised with Lady Erpingham's consent. When he had touched upon the point to her, she had not refused, but she had hesitated. She seemed embarra.s.sed, and, he thought, discontented. His delicacy took alarm, and he never referred to the question again; but he was secretly much displeased with her reluctant manner on that occasion. Nothing the proud so little forget as a coolness conceived upon money matters: In this instance, G.o.dolphin afterwards discovered that he had wronged Constance, and misinterpreted the cause of her reluctance.

Yet as time flew on for both, both felt a yearning of the heart towards each other; and had they been thrown upon a desert island--had there been full leisure, full opportunity, for a frank unfettered interchange and confession of thought--they would have been mutually astonished to find themselves still so beloved, and each would have been dearer to the other than in their warmest hour of earlier attachment. But when once, in a very gay and occupied life, a husband and wife have admitted a seeming indifference to creep in between them, the chances are a thousand to one against its after-removal. How much more so with a wife so proud as Constance, and a husband so refining as G.o.dolphin!

Fortunately, however, as I said before, the temper of each was excellent; they never quarrelled; and the indifference, therefore, lay on the surface, not at the depth. They seemed to the world an affectionate couple, as couples go; and their union would have been cla.s.sed by Rochefoucauld among those marriages that are very happy--il n'y a point de delicieux.

Meanwhile, as Constance had predicted, the political history of the country was marked by a perpetual progress towards liberal opinions.

Mr. Canning was now in office; the Catholic Question was in every one's mouth.

There was a brilliant meeting at Erpingham House; those who composed it were of the heads of the party: but there were divisions amongst themselves; some were secretly for joining Mr. Canning's administration; some had openly done so; others remained in stubborn and jealous opposition. With these last was the heart of Constance. ”Well, well, Lady Erpingham,” said Lord Paul Plympton, a young n.o.bleman, who had written a dull history, and was therefore considered likely to succeed in parliamentary life--”well, I cannot help thinking you are too severe upon Canning: he is certainly very liberal in his views.”

”Is there one law he ever caused to pa.s.s for the benefit of the working cla.s.ses? No, Lord Paul, his Whiggism is for peers, and his Toryism for peasants. With the same zeal he advocates the Catholic Question and the Manchester Ma.s.sacre.”

”Yet, surely,” cried Lord Paul, ”you make a difference between the just liberality that provides for property and intelligence, and the dangerous liberality that would slacken the reins of an ignorant mult.i.tude.”