Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1841-05-31
MONTPELIER, MAY 81, 1871.

would have made your fortune-gute stamped
you as frst rate tragedian but now that it is
over, pray go in at once and thank Lord Wycher-
ly for your new preferment. What a fortunate
thing that ! should have happened to have met
with your
Had not better 60 home and consult his lord.
ships letter and then could tell my wife-and
'By no means. II would delay you too long,
and make you seem Indifferent to your good for
tune. IL VIII be quite time enough when you
have seen his lordship. think it an exceeding
" lucky thing that | met with you-he would
lave thought you so tardy. Pray 90 ut once
fia! ha ha! | cant for my life help laughing
to see you leok so amazed. Now go. I left his
hardship quite disengaged Wonderful that |
should happen to jnmp with yon exactly at the
door. bnt bark you, Blythe; You must not meu-
ton who told you Of yournp appointment; his lord
ship might think it otliciousncss in ine.'
Certainly not said Blythe, certainly not
And will you just be good continued Mr..
Winkler, ns he hastily took from his pocket book
one OF those envelopes that iashioh has made al.
most universal in our most polished days. and
wrote what seemed to be n memorandum within.
Just he 80 good as to give my lord that little
memorandum; it contains some Information es-
sentt ioi him to Know. You must say nothing
"lIoutu; it will explain itself. lie will perfectly
understand il. Aud don't mention my name ut
all, Blythe | know he would think me very Of
What lucky fellow you are! In hal ha -
GOod-bye good. byc'
The Reverend Benjamin Blythe walked up that
| lofty flight Of steps without perfectly knowing
whether he accomplished the ascent on his head
or bis heels. His brain was in perfect bcwild-
ernent; his limbs trembed, his knees shook, his
tongue Glove to the roof OF his mouth. Had
some sudden misfortune befaen him, he could
not have felt more Frustrated in mind. And it
was thug, because he had been in training for sor-
row. Grief upon grief had logged his very foot
steps, rs step by step he had advanced in
The dark road of university, and its glooms had
gathered more and more heavily; but his eyes
were now well used to the murky pathway, and
when, instead Of denser darkness, the beams of
prosperity sIone Oh his path, he was well.nigh
blinded by the unaccustoned light.
But pass we before our hero up those steps,
through that stately hall, along those spacious cor
rdors, over long suit of rooms, into the very
presence of the peer Here all was stern. stiff,
severe prOprieiy; the chairs looked MS if they
were never designed to he sat upon, the floors
never meant TO be trod upon, the servants rs if
they were never TO be spoken to, every thing as
IT, could it have uttered words, it would have said,
'Sacri'ege 10 touch me! The solemn quiet Of Il
| oity dignity peryuded The whole mansion. No
hurry, no hustle, no flying here and hurrying
there. Silence seemed to echo itself, aud answer
silence
And the lord OF the mansion, tho peer Of the
reulm, the accredited representative of some
tain share of the wisdom Of the nation; where
was he what was lie doing? what was he like !?
Why, he was IN his library. he was writing, and he
was like every body else, like nothing but himself
yes said Lord Wychery, telling himself the
news, lave made up my mind have decided
| will make MIR. Wnker my Secretary. 1t will
do very well for young man without encnm-
branccs, and bye-and-bye | may push him up hill
II little. Yes, will write to him directly; know
that he loves jest, but dy not ut the bottom of
my heart see the sin of jest that is, Of course
on proper occasions. People say that am a
we're am | j? Lord Wycherly looked at himself
in the large glass which faced his library table,
anu asled has own STERN severe counterpart the
question with an imposing, threatening air. Sc
we're am l !? Need wonder if the world caIum-
ates me with severity, that it should calunniate
Mr. Wnker with lcvity?
Lord Wycherly dipped the pen in the ink, but
like al other steeed articles, it won rather break
than bend. Not n single mark would it make,
though it was real patent, TO furtherng the nom
nation of Mr.. Winkler to the important Office of
The peers secretary. He dipped again, but the
obstlnncy OF the animal was invncibe. 1t might
he bad omen. Lord Wycherly, however, was
f above omens, so he took quill ihat had once be
longed TO n sensible goose, and in which wisdom
might therefore he Hereditary.
5 Lord Wycherly again frowned upon himself in
! the glass, aud not upon himself only, but on II
W ~ Dcen DOWlng 10 HIS lOfuSlllp
back three minutes and a half without venturng
TO make himself further audible or visible but
? who now, rendering card, presumed to utter the
! word 'WniiS,' IN the very ghosts OF sounds.
! Show him up said my lord, and the Reverend
Benjamin Blythe was shown up.
+ The Reverend Benjamin Blythe never after
wards could tell how lie had got up those stone
b, steps, across that lofty hail. or along those cor
V ridorS, whether he walked in the anirodean fash
v ion or only managed The journey in the ordina-
. ry way. But there he did stand in the presence
] OF the peer, at all events.
Something like perception OF dark frown-
S ing brow bent upon him, and OF gances taking
the measure of his poverty stricken garb did
flicker across the confined whirl Of the poor gen
tlemnns brains, bur his eyes were too full of tears
y to see distinctly In husky voice, almost mar
n ilcuate with emotion, he tried to speak, but the
words came not trippingIy. Your lordsp,
u goodness-my Notwithstanding exerlion- de
voting all my Abilities
l. My dear render, if You were ever in an O'Con
nelzed state that is, in an agitation and the per-
y son 10 whom you were utering the words which
you could neither organize nor control, listened tC
yon like a snow figure or al embodied east wind
and waited ill you had done, woud not you think
him very polite
u Thus polite was Lord WycIerly. Our poor
hero had broken down, and had listened to si.
lcnce for ii full minute ard half before his lord
ship replied, aud then the cold words, like the ut
,erasas OF statue, if statues ever spenk, came
cuIingy to the ear of the Reverend RenjamlI
i BY the.
" i am at loss to understand you, sir. Have
. The goodness to explain
NY name is Blythe, my lord Poor Blyth,
! thought that would explain everything.
+ His lordsIIip bowed
Three months ago | took the liberty OF solci
p Ting 10 he appointed your lordship's secretary
Ills lordship bowed again.
(which your lordslIip has been pleased to hon
C or me wh'
II Hare l. sir?'
y And am come my lord, 10 offer you graft
tude beyond all expression. If your lordshil
is could know could eI'-and here again poor
Z blythe broke down.
d Lord Wycherly gathered up his majesty ana
said, am at n loss sir, whether mistake or some