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Drama as his Picture of the Life of Strafford, or as any _Picture_ of

that strange Fact. To which he answered, with an honest manfulness,



in a tone which is now pathetic enough to me, that he was much grieved

yet much obliged, and uncertain how to decide. On the other hand, Mr.



Hare wrote, warmly eulogizing. Lockhart too spoke kindly, though

taking some exceptions. It was a questionable case. On the whole,



_Strafford_ remained, for the present, unlaunched; and _Coeur de-Lion_

was getting its first timbers diligently laid down. So passed, in



peaceable seclusion, in wholesomeemployment and endeavor, the autumn

and winter of 1842-43. On Christmas-day, he reports to his Mother:--



"I wished to write to you yesterday; but was prevented by the

important business of preparing a Tree, in the German fashion, for the



children. This project answered perfectly, as it did last year; and

gave them the greatest pleasure. I wish you and my Father could have



been here to see their merry faces. Johnny was in the thick of the

fun, and much happier than Lord Anson on capturing the galleon. We



are all going on well and quietly, but with nothing very new among

us.... The last book I have lighted on is Moffat's _Missionary Labors



in South Africa_; which is worth reading. There is the best

collection of lion stories in it that I have ever seen. But the man



is, also, really a very good fellow; and fit for something much better

than most lions are. He is very ignorant, and mistaken in some



things; but has strong sense and heart; and his Narrative adds another

to the many proofs of the enormous power of Christianity on rude



minds. Nothing can be more chaotic, that is human at all, than the

notions of these poor Blacks, even after what is called their



conversion; but the effect is produced. They do adopt pantaloons, and

abandon polygamy; and I suppose will soon have newspapers and literary



soirees."

CHAPTER V.



DISASTER ON DISASTER.

DURING all these years of struggle and wayfaring, his Father's



household at Knightsbridge had stood healthful, happy, increasing in

wealth, free diligence, solidity and honest prosperity: a fixed sunny



islet, towards which, in all his voyagings and overclouded roamings,

he could look with satisfaction, as to an ever-open port of refuge.



The elder Sterling, after many battles, had reached his field of

conquest in these years; and was to be regarded as a victorious man.



Wealth sufficient, increasing not diminishing, had rewarded his labors

in the _Times_, which were now in their full flower; he had influence



of a sort; went busily among busy public men; and enjoyed, in the

questionable form attached to journalism and anonymity, a social



consideration and position which were abundantly gratifying to him. A

singular figure of the epoch; and when you came to know him, which it



was easy to fail of doing if you had not eyes and candid insight, a

gallant, truly gifted, and manful figure, of his kind. We saw much of



him in this house; much of all his family; and had grown to love them

all right well,--him too, though that was the difficult part of the



feat. For in his Irish way he played the conjurer very much,--"three

hundred and sixty-five opinions in the year upon every subject," as a



wag once said. In fact his talk, ever ingenious, emphatic and

spirited in detail, was much defective in earnestness, at least in



clear earnestness, of purport and outcome; but went tumbling as if in

mere welters of explosive unreason; a volcano heaving under vague



deluges of scoriae, ashes and imponderous pumice-stones, you could not

say in what direction, nor well whether in any. Not till after good



study did you see the deep molten lava-flood, which simmered steadily




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