The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 2 eBook

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D. started like an unbroke heifer, when I interrupted him. A priori it was not very probable that we should have met in Oriel.  But D. would have done the same, had I accosted him on the sudden in his own walks in Clifford’s-inn, or in the Temple.  In addition to a provoking short-sightedness (the effect of late studies and watchings at the midnight oil) D. is the most absent of men.  He made a call the other morning at our friend M.’s in Bedford-square; and, finding nobody at home, was ushered into the hall, where, asking for pen and ink, with great exactitude of purpose he enters me his name in the book—­which ordinarily lies about in such places, to record the failures of the untimely or unfortunate visitor—­and takes his leave with many ceremonies, and professions of regret.  Some two or three hours after, his walking destinies returned him into the same neighbourhood again, and again the quiet image of the fire-side circle at M.’s—­Mrs. M. presiding at it like a Queen Lar, with pretty A.S. at her side—­striking irresistibly on his fancy, he makes another call (forgetting that they were “certainly not to return from the country before that day week”) and disappointed a second time, inquires for pen and paper as before:  again the book is brought, and in the line just above that in which he is about to print his second name (his re-script)—­his first name (scarce dry) looks out upon him like another Sosia, or as if a man should suddenly encounter his own duplicate!—­The effect may be conceived.  D. made many a good resolution against any such lapses in future.  I hope he will not keep them too rigorously.

For with G.D.—­to be absent from the body, is sometimes (not to speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.  At the very time when, personally encountering thee, he passes on with no recognition—­or, being stopped, starts like a thing surprised—­at that moment, reader, he is on Mount Tabor—­or Parnassus—­or co-sphered with Plato—­or, with Harrington, framing “immortal commonwealths”—­devising some plan of amelioration to thy country, or thy species—­peradventure meditating some individual kindness or courtesy, to be done to thee thyself, the returning consciousness of which made him to start so guiltily at thy obtruded personal presence.

D. is delightful any where, but he is at the best in such places as these.  He cares not much for Bath.  He is out of his element at Buxton, at Scarborough, or Harrowgate.  The Cam and the Isis are to him “better than all the waters of Damascus.”  On the Muses’ hill he is happy, and good, as one of the Shepherds on the Delectable Mountains; and when he goes about with you to show you the halls and colleges, you think you have with you the Interpreter at the House Beautiful.

[Footnote 1:  Januses of one face.—­SIR THOMAS BROWNE.]

CHRIST’S HOSPITAL FIVE AND THIRTY YEARS AGO

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