My brother-Fits of crying-Mayor-elect-The committee-The Norman arch-A word of Greek-Church and State-At my own expense-If you please.
ONE morning I arose somewhat later than usual,having been occupied during the greater part of the night with my literary toil.On descending from my chamber into the sitting-room I found a person seated by the fire,whose glance was directed sideways to the table,on which were the usual preparations for my morning's meal.
Forthwith I gave a cry,and sprang forward to embrace the person;for the person by the fire,whose glance was directed to the table,was no one else than my brother.
'And how are things going on at home?'said I to my brother,after we had kissed and embraced.'How is my mother,and how is the dog?'
'My mother,thank God,is tolerably well,'said my brother,'but very much given to fits of crying.As for the dog,he is not so well;but we will talk more of these matters anon,'said my brother,again glancing at the breakfast things:'I am very hungry,as you may suppose,after having travelled all night.'
Thereupon I exerted myself to the best of my ability to perform the duties of hospitality,and I made my brother welcome-I may say more than welcome;and,when the rage of my brother's hunger was somewhat abated,we recommenced talking about the matters of our little family,and my brother told me much about my mother;he spoke of her fits of crying,but said that of late the said fits of crying had much diminished,and she appeared to be taking comfort;and,if I am not much mistaken,my brother told me that my mother had of late the Prayer-book frequently in her hand,and yet oftener the Bible.
We were silent for a time-at last I opened my mouth and mentioned the dog.
'The dog,'said my brother,'is,I am afraid,in a very poor way;ever since the death he has done nothing but pine and take on.Afew months ago,you remember,he was as plump and fine as any dog in the town;but at present he is little more than skin and bone.
Once we lost him for two days,and never expected to see him again,imagining that some mischance had befallen him;at length I found him-where do you think?Chancing to pass by the churchyard,I found him seated on the grave!'
'Very strange,'said I;'but let us talk of something else.It was very kind of you to come and see me.'
'Oh,as for that matter,I did not come up to see you,though of course I am very glad to see you,having been rather anxious about you,like my mother,who has received only one letter from you since your departure.No,I did not come up on purpose to see you;but on quite a different account.You must know that the corporation of our town have lately elected a new mayor,a person of many qualifications-big and portly,with a voice like Boanerges;a religious man,the possessor of an immense pew;loyal,so much so that I once heard him say that he would at any time go three miles to hear any one sing "God save the King";moreover,a giver of excellent dinners.Such is our present mayor;who,owing to his loyalty,his religion,and a little,perhaps,to his dinners,is a mighty favourite;so much so that the town is anxious to have his portrait painted in a superior style,so that remote posterity may know what kind of man he was,the colour of his hair,his air and gait.So a committee was formed some time ago,which is still sitting;that is,they dine with the mayor every day to talk over the subject.A few days since,to my great surprise,they made their appearance in my poor studio,and desired to be favoured with a sight of some of my paintings;well,I showed them some,and,after looking at them with great attention,they went aside and whispered."He'll do,"I heard one say;"Yes,he'll do,"said another;and then they came to me,and one of them,a little man with a hump on his back,who is a watchmaker,assumed the office of spokesman,and made a long speech-(the old town has been always celebrated for orators)-in which he told me how much they had been pleased with my productions-(the old town has been always celebrated for its artistic taste)-and,what do you think?
