New-York tribune., 1867-10-17

two by Herring and several fair women In crayons.
The hangings silken, and rose cOlOred, and a
delicious confusion prevailed, pelmell, box-spuS'
hmtingstirrups, cartrldgc-cases cnrb-chains, muz-
ze-loaders hunting hass, and white gauntlcts being
mixed up with Paris novels pink notes, pOlnt-iace
ties bracelets and bouquets to be sent to yarions
destinations and velvet and silk bags for bank
notes cigars, or yesuyians.' On sofa in this de-
lightful apartment lay the handsOmest man in the
regiment exhausted by his plunge in his bath-tub,
as big as a small pond ;" but anchored firmly IN the
next room. They do things so large scale IN
London. Now there Is hardly house in New-York,
except the Fifth Avenue Hotel, which wOnld
have contained the Honorable Bertie, his boots
and his bath tub. Considering that mono
of his lavish surroundings were paid for, one may
admire equally his taste and his generosity. Over
and over, and over, we are informed that he wa
"ihOrObred," and that his set thOr0 Bred" so
let al halfbreeds, who live in hall bedroom, and
pay their debts fOrswear their vulgar honesty II is
sweet tO linPer with this young Apollo, splendid in
his youth and glorious in his beauty, simple, and
faithful, and manly. But the action of the story
huITes us on. BERTHE proceeds to give his young
brother fifty pounds which don't belong TO himself,
that the youth may pay gambling debt. Then he
rides out on escort duty to install Parliament and
arowls and curses about the weather, and then he
goes TO Richmond TO see his Opera Queen, the ZuZu
md that is the end of his personal efforts III
that chapter. But the novelist makes an
episode to relate how he told an unbnshing
lie to Jealous husband who surprised him, " en-
t6te-attte with his handsome Countess Which
cheap fiction the author calls "Richeleu-hke I'M
pudencer and adds that it made his reputation on
the town." and that the ladies caledit very wicked
but were charmed by it. and petted the sinner, who
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| them.D O. women of England, thank your chroni-
cler "Ouida" who thus immortazes your purity,
your fneness, your scrupulous honorl What silly
mad-woman was Roman Lucretia! She should have
invited Sextus TO her parties and danced the Latan
two-step waltz with him. SO much domestic in
felicity might have been avoided had she been
&" thOrobr and known that her melodramatlc
procedure would be bad FORM"
Passing over several minor adventures of our aris-
tocrat we come TO a chapter entitled "A Stag iiunt
aa C{aii &c Ia Line" We shut ourselves up with
French dictionary till we found that this perspicu-
ous phrase means a Stag Hunt by Moonlight. Bat
English is Inadequate for a novel like this. The
opening conversation between Cecil and his friend
Rockingham is cribbed, we should say. from the
Confessions of Fitzboodle. The adventure of the
chapter is original. Cecil takes tho handsome
Countess"-who has "Iitian-ike lips, and Vclasquez
eyes TO dine al Richmond, and drives her home
through the Park in the moonlight One of the
horses has been accustomed to hunt, and when he
sees stag in the distance dashes of, his mate with
him. in "a mad pursuit. They canter they gallop
they fly, they tear out of the road. They jump into
bramble bush and scratch ont all their eyes, and,
although Cecil is a perfect whip and very
Hotspur with horses he can do nothing with these
apOcryphal beasts because "they-the lovers, not
the steeds-had both seen the Babylonian sun set
over the ruins of the BirS NimTud. and had
talked of Paris fashions while they did and had
both leaned over the terrace of BellOsguardo, while
the moon was full on GiottO's tower, and
had discussed their dresses for the NCglionc
masquerade and Cecil in referee
in consequence At last they see the river before
them and there is but one Tcprieye from instant
death, and that desperate that the daring Cecil
has no hope to succeed. Nevertheless. he takes the
reinS between his teeth and, with leap which
would make the fortune Of crcuS-ridcr, lights on
the back of the wicked hunter, who, surprised at
the unexpected attention, stops short The mail
phaeton tips over, craSh-bang, the NcaSquez eyes
close in "A faint but Cecil rising in immortal youth,
a very pheniX of glardsmen. says: Dearest you are
safe. and adds that ne Will never. tell about
the stolen Richmond dinner and this little sag-hunt
an clair de "a h1e. How they got homefor at their
rate of speed they must have travelled in seven
pages at least ninety degTees-thc author wisely
leaves to the imagination. But get home they did
1T is probable that among Cecil's ciehty-sX boots
he possessed the famous seven-eague pair-and
month after they were all at Baden But while he
promised that he wOuld never never tell he forgot
that he thus pledged his honor To leave four hours
of his life so buried that however much he needed,
he neither should could account FOR them, which
is not more portentous than grammatical
Before this little episode however. his horse.
Forest King. wins race, and no end Of money, and
Cecil enters him for the Great Baden Race on whose
successful issue all his future depends But AZ the
first race his manly soul is outraged by the attempt
Of "welcher1 Ben. Davis TO take bets with his
emplary young brother, Berkeley, and. almost with
on effort he drops the audacious wecher into the
ditch outside the grounds. For which bath the man
VOWS vengeance, and conspires with the racers
erooul-whose long arrears in wages might excuse
his transgresSiOl-top paint the bit of Forest King
the day of the Baden meeting. Then Berkeley i'm
plOrcs Cecil to give him pound notes but as the
Guarlsman has by this time, neither cash or credit
left, he politely but emphatically refuses, and
Berkeley departs with dreadful resolve written in
his dark cOunteBance.
Well Ben Davis paints the bit. and Forest King is
beaten and Cecil observes that it is all up with lu
and retires to the obscurest labyrnths OF the
grounds where nobody can find him except the two
penny postman, and ROckingham's sister, Lady
Venea called Petite Reiae, eight years of age of as
tonishing precocity, and many ruffes. The child
brings him twenty Napoleons which she begS him
to accept but his prond spirit refuses because IT is
not enough STILL true to his instinct OF appropria
ting all he can lay his hands on without
paying for, lie takes the enameled bon
bonaicye Ccandy-box, dear plebeians) in which
she kept her wealth. The postman brings "a
letter from Berkeley, in which he says that he has
forged Lord Rocknghams check. and drawn the
morey. Then Cecil stamps his feet, and tears his