Frederick Douglas to his Mother.
Beloved Mother,
Our dear Phil. insisted on writing the first letter from London, and as this point was settled before we left Glenalta, you have not charged me with neglect; forgetful I can never be. You all live continually in my thoughts; I fancy how you are all employed during every part of the day, and never see any thing that delights or surprises me, without wishing that my mother and sisters were to enjoy whatever is worthy of their admiration. This is to me a scene of wonder, and I have a great deal of trouble in suppressing too true an exhibition of my rusticity, and curbing my astonishment at things so common, that no one here could comprehend my ignorance of them. London is a world full of interest to a novice like myself,and while the charm of novelty lasts, and curiosity is kept alive, I shall find as much happiness as I can feel away from you; but the people with whom I meet at my aunt Howard's, though I am told that they are of the first circle, have little merit, I must confess, in my eyes. I ought however, to begin with thehosts, before I describe the company. My aunt is as unlike you, as Louisa is different from Emily, Charlotte, or Fanny. The former is so rouged, so dressed, and made up, that a natural emotion, if any such live within her breast, has no power to reach the surface. Every feature seems fixed, as though she were acast, and not a real human form of flesh and blood. Her manners are so cold, and her eye so disdainful, that had I come to Grosvenor-squarealone, one glance would have been enough to settle my resolves not to encounter a second; but she treats Arthur, her only son, andcertainlya favourite, as frigidly as she behaves to me; and with her daughter, there is a perpetualsparringkept up, which to my unaccustomed ear is perfectly dreadful, though at the same time, she is evidently vainof Louisa's beauty and accomplishments. To Mr. Otway she iscivil, and towards my poor uncle,officiousto excess, without beingableto look kind. My cousin is very handsome, and if she had beenyourchild, would, I believe, have been very amiable, for she is good-natured, in spite of every effort to make her the contrary; and her love for Arthur is genuine, I believe, though of a species very new to me. Her person is encumbered with ornaments, and her mind with fashion. Her understanding is excellent, andwillbreak its bounds, and start forth through all the London fogs that would obscure its light; but it is only in accidental scintillations that Louisa's brightness discovers itself, andthen, sarcasm is generally the medium through which it shines; nothing can exceed the stupid inanity of such conversation as I hear at my aunt's, wherepeopleonly are ever discussed. It is one eternal round of dress, public places, and gossip.Everybody is said to be out of town, yet the streets are full.Nobodyis ever in London at this season, yet the Howards live in a crowd of society, andwould be very angry withanybody who ventured to affirm that their acquaintance is notfirst-rate. Mr. Otway reconciles many apparent incongruities through his explanations, when we reach our lodgings at night, and I am already bidding fair to part with the nick-name which Louisa has bestowed upon me of the "novice of Saint Patrick." MyMentortells me, that London is in fact, at this moment, full of people who are ashamed of not being at their country seats, the watering places, or on the continent; and are detained heremalgrèfor want of money to go elsewhere, or pay off the bills which continue daily to increase, while they remain in town,shyingeach other. It is true that the people do not imprison themselves: they meet in the streets, in the shops, in the park, at the theatres; but there seems to be a conventional agreement to tell lies, which are permitted, like base metal, to circulate in the place of sterling coin, though known to be counterfeit by all who use it as a medium of exchange. There is a sort ofsinisterhonesty in this compact, as deception is avoided in theuniversality of the fraud. One family is detained by Dr.——, who will not suffer his patient to undertake as yet a journey to Leamington. Another is justgoingto France. A thirdwaitsfor a carriage which has been promised by the coachmaker, but is notquitefinished, and so on. Not a word of truth in any of the stories. A country bumpkin, however, benefits by all thischarlatanerie, and finds food for eyes, ears, and reflection, at a time when the metropolis ought to be according to the rules ofhaut ton, a perfect desert.
The friendship of Arthur sets me at ease. Were it not for him, I should sneak into a corner I suppose, and not dare to utter a word for fear ofcommittingsome Hibernicism, and bring the eyes of Europe upon me; but, supported by my faithful Achates, I am bold, and you would perhaps be astonished to see medoing the agreeableat my aunt's evening parties. I assure you that I make my way surprisingly, and am beginning to feel rather triumphant. Louisa put me through a sort of ordeal which was unpleasant enough for three or four days;but Arthur gave me a few hints behind the scenes which enabled me to come off victorious, and now like afreshmanat school, who hasboxedhimself into character, I amlet alone, and actually applied to, for my opinions upon "Shakspeare, taste, and the musical glasses." Some contrivance is necessary, however, to slide out of a group when it happens that a cross subject is started; but in general, I find myselfau fait, for a grain of intellect, like a grain of gold will hammer out into surface enough to cover a prodigious field of "worshipful society;" and if you are quick in picking up names, admiring the right music, the fashionable singer, the favourite novel, and thenewestof every thing, you need not draw unmercifully on your brains, nor put your eyes in danger of Opthalmia, by poring over the midnight lamp. I fancy Emily and Charlotte, with inquiring eyes, pressing forward together, to ask Frederick whether his soul has not been entranced by the finished performance of our Londonbelleson the harp and piano-forte.
Dearest girls, publish it not in Gath, if Iwhisper the homespun confession, and tell you in depth of secrecy, that pleasure is a stranger to me at our concerts. I hear compositions so chromatic, modulations so unnatural, transitions so violent, and harmony so entirely divested of the character which I have been in the habit of attaching to it, that, were it not for information to the contrary, I should not be aware that I was listening to music at all, but should imagine myself introduced to a new and wonderful mechanism for exhibiting the muscular powers to their utmost extent, and also trying how far it is practicable to exert the licence of caprice without ever touching on the borders of melody. In the same spirit of confidential avowal I may add, that there seems to be a strict covenant between the modern composers and the instrument-makers to murder music, and prevent a concerto, as well as the piano-forte on which it is performed, from a longer existence in the fashionable world than will be allotted to the preposterous flat hats, which only require poles supporting their circumference, to give the Regent's-park exactly the air of an encampment.Another musical observation which I have made, is, that every young lady on first setting down, and running over the keys of the finest Stoddart or Broadwood, piped, barred, anddandified, according to the very latest vogue, declares the instrument to be out of tune. Quere, is this to make boast of an exquisite ear, or is it done to bespeak mercy for imperfect execution? In either case, to produceeffectit should not be ageneralfashion; and there should be at least a foundation of truth in the complaint; but it literally happened yesterday evening, that Louisa's magnificent instrument had been put into the highest order only half an hour before the company arrived, and yet the fair competitors for fame were not a whit the better satisfied. Perhaps after all it is necessary to talk a little nonsense, and tumble over the leaves of whatever music is open on the desk, to gain time for shaking back the manacles which load the wrists of a fashionable lady with suchshekelsof gold that their weight is apt to determine the blood towards her finger tops. This is an inconvenience, and certainly an alloy tothe pleasure of exhibiting richer ornaments than were everà la modetill now, but what advantage is there without its counterpoise? It is unlucky too that necklaces areout, as they afforded great opportunity in perpetual fiddling with them to regulate thecirculation, and shew off bracelets and rings in the best possible position for securing white hands and arms, during the time being.
Dearest mother, do I see you shake your head, and call this ill nature? If I thought that a shadow of displeasure glanced over that brow on which I pray unceasingly that I may never be the means of gathering a cloud, I would make a vow against opening my eyes to the ridiculous while I remain in London; but I hope that evenyouwill laugh with me at the absurdities which we must be blind not to see, and dumb not to tell of. If the sisters imagine that my heart is likely to be perforated like acullender, tell them that not a single missile has reached it as yet,
"Th' invaders dart their jav'lins from afar."
Nevertheless, I am safe, and likely to remainunscathedby any lightning from London eyes. This is fortunate; for what chance would a poor Kerrybog-trotterhave of meeting "sweet return" in this meridian blaze—this dazzling glare?
"For sight no obstacle found here, or shade,But all sunshine; as when his beams at noonCulminate from the Equator."
"For sight no obstacle found here, or shade,But all sunshine; as when his beams at noonCulminate from the Equator."
"For sight no obstacle found here, or shade,But all sunshine; as when his beams at noonCulminate from the Equator."
"For sight no obstacle found here, or shade,
But all sunshine; as when his beams at noon
Culminate from the Equator."
I love our dear Glen better than any scenery that I have met with since I left its sunny lawns and tangled dells; and, if I may be allowed to compare the moral with the physical world, there is an enchanting refreshment in the lights and shades of a refined yetnaturalcharacter, beyond all the glow of fashion's artificial splendour to impart.
Last night I sat for a short time by a young lady who had something pensive in her countenance, which brought Emily to my mind: and feeling a sort ofattractiontowards her, I listened to her conversation, in which, hearing some words through the din of voices, that bespoke a love of painting and sculpture, I determined on gettingalongside, as the sailors say. I did so, and we talked of the Exhibition, the Elgin Marbles, Sir Thomas Lawrence, Chauntry, Canova, &c. buttalkit was, aye, "vox et preterea nihil." Not a particle of enthusiasm had reached her mind, it only flickered round her lips. She had been in Rome, had seen Naples, visited the Louvre, ransacked everyatelierof every celebrated artist in her travels; and, as a matter of course, is come back discontented with every thing in England. I sought as vainly for a single grain of taste in her conversation as I generally do for a strain of sweetness in the music which I daily hear: no;—terms of art and fashionable echoes met my ear, but not a sentiment that originated in feeling: no description drawn by a pencil dipped in the heart.
I ventured to say something, I know not what, but my remark was my own; I was not to be found, I suppose, in the common-place book acknowledged at present, as the reception that it encountered was a rude burst of laughter, in which my fair antagonist's mamma, whocame to present Lord Oldfield to her daughter, joined immediately, and I should have been thebuttof the company, I conclude, if my happy stars had not sent a nobleman to my rescue, who so entirely engrossed the attention of both mother andma'mselle, that amousewould have been a greater object than I was. Otway's lines rushed on my memory as I gazed indignantly on this vulgar pair; for how can I give them any more appropriate epithet? When I looked around me, and rested my eyes on thewool-pack, matrons lounging in their easy chairs so large and languid, I could not help mentally exclaiming,
"Those lazy owls, who, perched near Fortune's top,Sit only watchful with their heavy wingsTo cuff down new-fledged Virtues that would riseTo nobler heights, and make the grove harmonious."
"Those lazy owls, who, perched near Fortune's top,Sit only watchful with their heavy wingsTo cuff down new-fledged Virtues that would riseTo nobler heights, and make the grove harmonious."
"Those lazy owls, who, perched near Fortune's top,Sit only watchful with their heavy wingsTo cuff down new-fledged Virtues that would riseTo nobler heights, and make the grove harmonious."
"Those lazy owls, who, perched near Fortune's top,
Sit only watchful with their heavy wings
To cuff down new-fledged Virtues that would rise
To nobler heights, and make the grove harmonious."
I suppose that the immense size of the elderly ladies here, must proceed, from the little exercise they take, andthatlittle in a carriage which is next to not taking any; but I am told that it is the fashion to bemonstrous, and if beauty be reckoned by weight and measure, thetonnage and poundage of London are prodigious.
When Lord Oldfield left my aunt's to vapour at another party, the above-mentioned young lady of pensive mien, seemed to recollect that she had treated me somewhat cavalierly, or perhaps she was amused by myoutlandishways of thinking, and returned to look at me, as people used to do at the Cherokee chiefs, or Sandwich Islanders; but from whatever motive, so it was, that she called me to her, and with a smile of suchconcentrationas appeared to say, "Sauve qui peut," she invited me to attend her to-day and look at some statues, at the house of an Italian newly arrived. Now I had charity enough to believe that she had onlyheardof them as fine specimens of sculpture, and was ignorant altogether of what she was going to see; but before I could reply, she added that she had begun to model from a Cupid in the collection, and hoped that I should approve her performance. Arthur and I had been to see these statues two or three days ago, and all I can say is, that as I have not yet had the advantage ofcase-hardeningon the continent, I blushed as I bowed a seeming assent, resolving to make my excuse this morning, which I have accordingly done.
If modesty be really one of those cumbrous virtues, which, like the ponderous armour of former days, is no longer necessary in the high state of civilization to which we have attained, why is not the word honestly banished along with the quality which it represents? and why do we foolishly retain the sign, if we must lose sight of the idea to which it belongs? It would be wrong, perhaps, to charge a modern fair one with actual vice because she can walk with perfect unconcern through files of statues representing the human form in a state of nudity, andthattoo in company, it may be, of a profligate man; but Imustsay, that to my untutored sense, the thing is very disgusting; and as London is certainly not the Garden of Eden, I should venture to add, that the practice is not very safe, unless moral virtue be no longer considered requisite to the well-being of the community, but with other antiquities is to be onlyreserved for the cabinets of the curious;there, as we view it clothed in venerable rust, to excite our astonishment at the difference between the clumsy accoutrements of our ancestors, and the convenient accommodations of our own time.
I am interrupted by Mr. Otway, who sends his love, and bids me say, that he has a letter on theanvil; so I will send mine. But I have been led into the mazes of this brilliant scene, so far remote fromdomesticsubjects, that I find not a word in all my prosing of poor uncle, for whom I feel both tenderness and respect. He suffers much, and, if I am not greatly mistaken, has "that within which passeth shew." His mind appears to me as if it had gone out of Nature's loom a goodly tissue, but has been pulledbiasby untoward circumstances of fortune and ill health. As yet I know very little of him, and he is so reserved with his relations, that were there not certain loop-holes through which I peep into the interior, and thence form judgment of his true texture, thefirst and second words of Cæsar'striplicatewould answer every purpose of description in my instance; and in sayingveni vidi, I should tell you all that is to be known; but I sometimes see him shake his head, and catch him now and then, his eyes suffused with tears, and fixed intently on me. The moment of observation is that of change, and, as a person who has dropped asleep in Church, coughs, hems, and kicks his heels, toprovehow much awake he is, so my uncle throws a tartness, an abruptness, into his manner after one of these little affectionatelapses, to assure us of the sternness of his character. My next shall be to Emily.
Adieu, beloved! My heart is with you all, though thecasketbe far from you. I shall have much to tell the three,GracesIwillnot call them, Furies Icannotcall them: what thenshallI call them? They shall be theDestinies, because my fate is in their hands, and as they love and value me through life, I shall be happy or the contrary.
Remember me affectionately, if you please,to dear Mr. Oliphant, and do not drive your little car from the door without telling Lawrence that I enquire for him. Farewell!
Your ownFrederick.