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Chambers's London Journal
Chambers's London Journal of History, Literature, Poetry, Biography, and Adventure, v. 2, no. 80, De...
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Chambers's London Journal of History, Literature, Poetry, Biography, and Adventure, v. 2, no. 80, December 3, 1842.
Blanchard, Edward Litt Leman.
20 October 2015
London: W. Strange ... W. Clements ... and G. Berger
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“ "tn tn ,, . NUMBER 80. it v. .wi<imi' ,'E,‘;.'iiv'w-i,,.,‘;...=,; 1,, A, , ' ‘ V ' ' ”' 77 T V SATURDAY, DECEMBER 3, 1842. "- --n....... ‘i. it-.w.u..:u.u.. .w...., ..L.‘ J , W- . 1" ‘SK - I ' I .:-‘&‘a: t Pmcr: THREE IIALFPENCE. Remembrances. HY ‘KHZ EDITOR. Poon Ophelia, the sweetest type of Shakspere‘s love- liness, has in the wayward utterings of her mournful madness, breathed one sentence that almost realizes the alcbemist’s dream, as, ‘ listener's earlike gold. In that distribution oi'tliought- linked flowrets that she scattered with words of “ such sweet breath composed as made the things more rich,” there occurs the following- “ Tlit-re’! Rosemary, that’: an remembrance, pray you, love, re- member." And were all things else forgotten, th.-it should we indeed remember above all. It is from Iternenibrance that we derive our cliiefjoys, our sunniest moments of happiness are those stolen from reflection. From the bottom of our heart do we pity that man who has not A easr to fall back upon, who lives only in, and for, the present, and who even dreads to anticipate the future. llis mind is a blank, 3 thoughtless void, a mirror where the reflection remains only so long as the ohject is sub- stantially in sight. “'1; would shun such 3 man even as a companion, as a friend we should distrust, and as an enemy fear him. lle is the Peter Schlemil of our daily encounter, the man most truly without a shadow, for that implies reflection, and he has none. Each morning brings to him a neiv life, for he knows not yesterday, and thinks not of to-morrow, and yet his ex- istence is that of ii vegetable, for thought is to him a barren sound, signifying nothing. But the past is a rich mine of mental wealth, with treasures for all who wish to gain them. By the aid of retrospection, the mic Gyges' ring, the present world becomes invisible around us, and we live back ugiiin the happiest of our bygone days. The vividity of early impressions be- comes restored, the occurrences of to-day are lost in a kind of dreamy half-consciousness, and all our present bickerings me forgotten. Insignificant us the agents may be that effect this, mighty are they in their magic power. A song, ll word, is flower, ti few strains of music, nay, even one note, will suffice to restore the link that time has broken, and the associations con- nected with the past, and memory, like the golden (hues of departing day, whilst it invests each object with o. borrowed lustre, leaves it that mellowed softness which is so peculiarly its own. “A penny for your thoughts,” cries some speculative feminine dealer in such commodities, and lo! the offer is accepted by some one as speculating, though per- chtince more speculative, than herself, being Just aroused from a study which may be green or brown as the render chooses. This is the nearest approach to purchasing mind with which ,we are -ncquziin-ted. Thoughts are truly priceless things notvi-ithstanding, even ifestimated, like baubles for sale, by the cost it takes to produce them. and thoughts of the past are doubly precious, rendered, like, other things, more rare f,-Mn their angquiiy, Ofwhat iris-stimable worth to the schoolboy are his thoughts 0f 110m“: Elf‘-‘l“9""fu' “'“l' sunny memories the dull lesson before him, and blend- ing the remembrance of Christmas festivities with the less welcome knowledge of syntaxical I0"?! And “’l““ can money or money's worth doin the slial“? of C‘?mi’9"' sation to the maiden for the early thought ofhim she loves. Would she surrendtr her ht-art's warmest wishes, her soul‘: clierislied hopes, for a for5"‘M“9“ ofthe past! Na; believe it not. The ["7915 m’l‘’d “ No. 48. Vol. ll. 5" ‘I E is :4 -i 3 5 n '-1 E T = -u o = -. n- m Lethe, it is true; but it was even by them unattainable until after death. “'6 are not on the eve of making a very original, albeit it is a very true remark, when we state that one half of the pleasures derivable from this world arise from the faculty of retrospective association- It is chiefly to this man owes his supremacy over the brute creation, Animals may think, nay reason, Lssorne metaphysicians would assert; but they have no memo- ries. True, an animal may recollect places from instinct or power of scent, but all retlection on past occurrences seems denied them. Now, let us try at random ll few of these -veneral reminiscences, and see whether we can resuscitate one agreeable image in the reader's mind. First, in the days of schoolliood there was the joyous holiday, the breaking beyond bounds, the game at cricket, and the breaking-up. Then there was the schoolboy love, the pretty childish face and gentle form that, mantled in blue bonnet and slate-coloured pelisse, was encountered at the village church on each consecutive sabbath. And the furtirely-written notes, full of poetry, blots, and protestations that were indited on the leaves of tattered copy-books, and then torn up again lest they should meet the angry eye of the dreaded dominie, conducing much to the consumptive appearance ofthe hooks themselves, and the plethoric emolument of the school stationer. Then came the holidays in real earnest, when the birch and fertile were scoffed at, and the usher‘s frown no longer heeded. When summer brought its country-walks and cooling bathes, and Christmas a ceaseless round of merry pas- times and jovial meetings. “'hen crouched round the cheering fireside, the mighty plum-pudding presented its round checks to the knife, or his more presump- tuous brother, Mynhcer Twelfth-cake, buried his sugared summit to the eye. What an achievement was the first guessing of the mystic conundrum, and what I per- plexing diiliculty to replace the piecemeal puzzle. And then the going to see the Christmas pantomime I The preparations beforeliand e the extatic astonishment whilst it was being played-and the mingled sensations of pleasure and regret as the frost-baked road was re- traced for the return home. But years tlit by-each quicker than the last, and even these delights are pro- nounced over. The boy with his shortjscket and turn- down collar becomes the young man, and then comes the entrance into business, or the stolen hours of enjoy- ment as an apprentice. The ball-room, the quadrille, and one fair creature us his partner, now inspire his dreams, and brighten his waking moments. He again loves, and his passion grows with time. He enters into a business or profession for himself, and marries the object of his attachment. Happy! thrice happy are they who tind not in that union the destruction of all the pure romance of love and sentiment, and who, when too late, discover that in marriage the mildncss and attention, the sympathy and the good feeling of courtship are all absorbed, neglected, and forgotten. llere, at least with most men, terminates the pleasures of the past. In after days, as cares crowd in more numerously upon us, and the world rubs a little of its own aspcrity oil’ upon ourselves, tlieretiospectiou limits itself to Bl'El1'.lEml)l"dI'lC6 of a few intellectual evenings snent with old friends, or an occasional pl:-asantjaunt oiit of town. Unpleasant cmembranccs, too. at this eventful epoch ofmsn's life creep in and jostle out the rest. There is a remembrance of a certain bill being due the next day, and not having the wherewithal to being wanted for the children, and a certain hint from your wife that it new shawl and bonnet two quite indis- pensable. There is I! remembrance, too, of people whom you have asked to “call again," because you owe them money, iintl a remembrance of people that will not call again, because they owe you money. Then come rernembrances of several other things, too, just as unpleasant, and perhaps more disagreeable, for which the best advice we can give is for every one to get rid of them as speedily as may be. And now for remembrances of another description- tbose in the shape of lockets, love-gifts, and keepsakes. From the battered and crooked sixpencc, with 1 di.-iloya.l hole perforated through his Majesty's cheek, which Mary, the maid ofnll work, lioiirds jealously up in her box, because John, the footman, gave it her-from this humble testimony of love, to the glittering hnuhle that decks the fingers of her young mistress, we admire and prize them all. A lrvepsake, like mercy, is " twice blessed-it blesseth him that gives, and him that takes." No heart can be so dead to the best feelings of huma- nity, as not to tlirob with some little emotion when the eye is gazing in solace and secret on the last relic ofone we dearly loved. It liallows the mind and purifies the heart, and we have in saving faith, too, that it absolutely betters the morals. No very atrocious dot-d couldbe committed when the present of one we esteemed and respected was near us to check every action. A locket containing the hair of one no longer living, is a melan- choly, but yet a gratifying memorial. It is a kind of pledge given to those on earth in anticipation of a blessed re-union hereafter. The hair, too, is the last thing that decays, and is, tlicreforo, the most appropriate relic oftlie dead. We never l)(‘l)0l(.l n locket suspended amongst the glittering jewellery of a p:nvnhrokcr's win- dow, without being led into in train of most sombre re. tlcctions. What I! struggle between life and death must that have been, that induced the possessor to relinquish this last token, to satisfy the craving: of hunger. It is too painful 3 theme to dwell upon long. The heart sickens at the sight of things, the very possession of which speaks of former opulence and present povertym ofa once happy home, now Ilesertt-d. These glittering memorials of Love, these sacred offerings of Frletlllslllrl, are here exhibited like tho bony iiitcguments piled up in the Parisian Catacombs, as part and parcel of the virtually dead. Not the least ofyoiir pleasant memhraucei, reader, we trust, is that derived from n recollection of the arti- cles you have perused in this our Journal. We have kept late vigils, and endured niuch toil and labour, to work only for your gratiticatioii; and let us hope, as this has been to us ll labour nflore, to you its result has been no other. “'e are now rapidly appranchitig the conclusion of our second volume, and we trust its pro. sence on your rosewool, mahogany, or simple deal, will occur not seldom. Ponder deeply on the suggestions- for we lay claim to little more-that are tliemin con. tained, and ifyou rise not from ll'll‘lu purified in heart and spirit, let us hope, at t,thaitlic fttultis not ours. When dull, rometliing msy be found within its pages to excite I smile; and vvlwn nioditative, there is some- where food for the full indulgence of thy bent. One thing at least is certain, and that is, that the um" or this and the other articles to which his autliariiv is sttached, will ever rank his employment, for thy shke, as one of the pleasantest and most gratifying of All his meet it, together with remembrance: of more things -')= -W m,-M-v.. " Remembrances." q...,...........,... s, . . ., .... . , Q‘ -s...., ....................r 3,, .i-frfi .-.-