Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine – Volume 53, No. 332, June, 1843

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Various. Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine – Volume 53, No. 332, June, 1843

MARSTON; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A STATESMAN

PART I

THE VIGIL OF VENUS

TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN

CHAPTERS OF TURKISH HISTORY. RISE OF THE KIUPRILI FAMILY—SIEGE OF CANDIA

NO. IX

A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF A MAÎTRE-D'ARMES

AMMALÁT BEK

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

MR BAILEY'S REPLY TO AN ARTICLE IN BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE

THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD

WITH THIRTY-TWO ILLUSTRATIONS, BY WILLIAM MULREADY, R.A

THE ATTORNEY'S CLERK IN THE MONK'S HOOD

IGNACIO GUERRA AND EL SANGRADOR;

A TALE OF CIVIL WAR

MEMORANDUMS OF A MONTH'S TOUR IN SICILY

STEAM-BOATIANA

CHURCHES

VISIT TO THE GARDEN OF THE DUKE OF SERRA DI FALCO, NEAR PALERMO

THE THUNNY FISHERY

THE FISH MARKET

COMMERCIAL POLICY—RUSSIA

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Why I give the world a sketch of my career through it, is not among the discoveries which I intend to make. I have been a public man; let those who know public life imagine what interest may be felt in reviewing the scenes and struggles of which such a life is full. May there not be a pleasure in conceiving once again the shapes and circumstances of things, as one sitting by his fireside sees castles and cottages, men, women, and children in the embers, and shapes them the better for the silence and the solitude round him? Let the reader take what reason he will. I have seen the world, and fought my way through it; have stumbled, like greater men, have risen, like lesser; have been flung into the most rapid current of the most hurried, wild, and vivid time that the world has ever seen—I have lived through the last fifty years. In all the vigour of my life, I have mingled in some of the greatest transactions, and been mingled with some of the greatest men, of my time. Like one who has tumbled down Niagara, and survived the fall, though I have reached still water, the roar of the cataract is yet in my ears; and I can even survey it with a fuller gaze, and stronger sense of its vastness and power, than, when I was rolling down its precipice.

I have been soldier, adventurer, traveller, statesman. I have been lover, husband, father—poor and opulent; obscure and conspicuous. There are few sensations of our nature, or circumstances of our life, which I have not undergone. Alternately suffering to the verge of ruin, and enjoying like an epicurean deity: I have been steeped in poverty to the lips; I have been surcharged with wealth. I have sacrificed, and fearfully, to the love of power; I have been disgusted with its possession. I figured in the great Babel until I loved even its confusion of tongues; I grew weary of it, until I hated the voice of man.

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"Nothing of the kind," replied my reverend friend, "for his victory cured him of soldiership. He was wounded in the engagement, and if he had been ever fool enough to think of fame, the solitary hours of his invalidism put an end to the folly. Other and dearer thoughts recurred to his mind. He had now obtained something approaching to a competence, if rightly managed; he asked permission to retire, returned to England, married the woman he loved; and never for a moment regretted that he was listening to larks and linnets instead of trumpets and cannon, and settling the concerns of rustics instead of manœuvring squadrons and battalions."

"But what was the ghost, after all?"

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