Hoods Whimsicalities Jn pr0se anb ^tvst. WITH THE ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR. A RACE TO BE FIRST FIDDLE. LONDON: WARD, LOCK & BOVVDEN, LIMITED, WARWICK HOUSE, SALISBURY SQUARE, E.G. NEW YORK AND MELBOURNE. ^51 An'^- Vv» < CONTENTS. Tlie Pugsley Papt^rs .... An Ancient Concert ; by a Venerable Director A Letter from an Emigrant. Sonnet on Steam ; by an Under-Ostler A Report from Below The Last Shilling . . . - Ode to M. Brunei .... The Death of the Dominio . Over the Way .... A Plan for Writing Blank Verse in Rhyme, ia a Letter to the Editor . A Letter from a Market Gardener to the Secretary of the Horticultural Society Domestic Asides ; or Truth i.i Parenthesis Black, White, and Brown Epigrams — Composed on Reading a Diary lately published The Last Wish . The Devil's Album . The Schoolmaster Abroad . The Lost Heir Sketches ou the Road — The Observer The Contrast John Day ; a pathetic ballad The Parish Revolution The Furlough ; an Irish anecdote Number One ; versiHed from the prose of a Young Lady The Drowning Ducks . . . . ■ 1 19 23 27 28 32 38 41 44 48 62 55 57 64 G5 G5 66 74 81 82 85 89 101 104 107 r/il8153;3 ivi CONTENTS. An Assent to the Summut of Mount Blank Sally Simpkin's Lament ; or John Jones's Kit-Cat- Astroplie A Horse-Dealer The Fall The Illuminati Sonnet The Steam Service . A Lay of Real Life . A Valentine. The Weather— To P. Murphy, Esq., M.X.S The Elland Meeting . Poem, — from the Polish A Step-father. Conveyancing A Letter from a Settler for Life in Van Diemen's Land Sonnet A Serio-Comic Reminiscente Epicurean Reminiscences of a Sentimentalist Saint Mark's Eve — A tale of the olden time I'm not a Single Mau. A Greenwich Pensioner The Burning of the Love Letter Sketches on the Road The Apparition The Discovery Little O'P. — An African Fact The Debutante The Angler's Farewell Popping the Question Sea Song The Black and White Question Stanzas on Coming of Age . The Pillory . A singular Exhibition at Somerset House The Yeomanry An Unfavourable Review CONTENTS. X711 moval of Smithfield maker to Vauxhall I'm going to Bombay , Look before you Leap Ode — To the Advocates for the Rf Maiket . Drawn for a Soldier . Ode for St. Cecilia's Eve Reflections on Water A Blow-up The Wooden Leg The Ghost — A very Serious Ballad A Tale of the Great Plague Ode to Madame Hengler, Firework- Rhyme and Reason . The Double Knock . A Foxhunter Bailey Ballads Lines to Mary — "So. I. No. IL No. in. . Letter — from a Parish Clerk in Barbadoos to one Hampshire, w:th an Enclosure French and English . Oar Village . The Scrape Book A True Story The Sorrows of an Undertaker The Carelesse Nurse Mayd . To Fanny The Fancy Fair Poems, by a Poor Gentleman Stanzas — written under the Fear of Briiliffs Sonnet — written in a Workhouse Sonnet — A Somnambulist; . , Fugitive Lines on Pawning my Watch . The Life of Zimmerman (by Himself) , PAGB 256 260 264 269 272 279 284 290 295 298 304 308 310 311 314 317 319 320 321 326 329 335 339 343 341 349 352 357 360 360 361 3G1 364 iviii CONTENTS, The Portrait ; being an apology for not making an Attempt on my own Life .... 368 The Compass, with Variations .... 375 Summer— A Winter Eclogue .... 382 Pair'd not match'd . . . . . .390 The Duel— A Serious Ballad . . . .394 The Rope Dancer — An Extravaganza, after Rabelais . 397 Sonnet to Vauxhall . . . . . . 410 Ode to Mr. Malthus . ... . . .411 A Good Direction ...... 416 The Pleasures of Sporting . ... 418 There's no Romance in that .... 424 The Abstraction . . . . . .429 A Waterloo Ballad . . . . .435 Miller Pedivivus ...... 440 A Zoological Report ..... 444 Literary Peminiscences ..... 448 Shooting Pains . . . . . . 45S The Schoolmaster's Motto . . . . .46? HOOD'S WHIMSICALITIES 8n ^vost anh Jfrrst. A PASTORALE IN A FLAT, THE PUGSLEY PAPKKS. How the following correspondence came into my Lands must remain a Waverley mystery. The Pugsley Papers were neither rescued from a garret, like the Evelyn, — collected from cartridges, like the Culloden, — nor saved, like the Garrick, from being shredded into a snow storm at a "Winter Theatre. They were not snatched from a tailor's shears, like the original parchment of Magna Charta. They were neither the Legacy of a Donainie, nor the communications of My Landlord, — a consignment, like the Clinker Letters, from some Rev. Jonathan Dustwich, — nor the waifs and strays of a Twopenny Post Bag. They were not unrolled from ancient papyri. They were none of those that "line trunks, clothe spices," or paper the walls of old attics. They were neither given to me nor sold to me, — nor stolen, — t THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. nor borrowed and surreptitiously copied, — nor left in a hackney coach, like Sheridan's play, — nor misdelivered by a earner piojeon, — nor dreamt of, like Coleridge's Kub^a Khan, — nor turned up in the Tower, like Milton's Foundling MS., — nor dug up, — nor tnimped up, like the eastern tales of Horam harum Horam, the son of Asm ar,— nor brought over by Rammohun Roy, — nor translated by Doctor Bowring from the Scandinavian, Batavian, Pomeranian, Spanish, or Danish, or Russian, or Prus- sian, or any other language dead or living. They were not picked from the Dead Letter Office, nor purloined from the British Museum. In short, I cannot, dare not, will not, hint even at the mode of their acquisition : the reader must be con- tent to know, that, in point of authenticity, the Pugsley Papers are the extreme reverse of Lady L.'s celebrated Autographs, which were all written by the proprietor. No. L — From Master Richard Pugsley, to Master Robert Rogers, at Number 132, Barbican. Dear Bob, Huzza ! — Here I am in Lincolnsiiire ! It's good-bye to Wel- lingtons and Cossacks, Ladies' double channels, Gentlemen's stout calf, and ditto ditto. They've all been sold off under prime cost, and the old Shoe Mart is disposed of, goodwill and fixtures for ever and ever. Father has been made a rich Squire of by will, and we've got a house and fields, and trees of our own. Such a garden. Bob ! — It beats White Conduit. Now, Bob, I'll tell you what I want. I want you to come down here for the holidays. Don't be afraid. Ask your Sister to ask your Mother to ask your Father to let you come It's onlv ninety mile. If you re out of pocket money, you can walk, aud beg a lift now and then, or swing by the dickies. Put on cordrovs. and don't care for cut behind. The two prentices. George and Will, are here to be made farmers of, and brotncr THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. 3 Nick is took home from school to help in agriculture. We like farming very much, it's capital fun. Us four have got a gun, and go out shooting : it's a famous good un, and sure to go oil" if you don't full cock it. Tiger is to be our shooting dog, as soon as he has left off killing the sheep. He's a real savage, an(i worries cats beautiful. Before Father comes down, we mean to bait our bull with him. There's plenty of New Eivers about, and we're going a fishing as soon as we have mended our top joint. We've killed one of our sheep on the sly to get gentles. We've a pony, too, to ride upon wdien we can catch him, but he's loose in the paddock, and has neither mane nor tail to signify to lay hold of. Isn't it prime, T3ob ? You must come. If your Mother won't give your Father leave to allow you, — run away. Remember, you turn up Goswell Street to go to Lincolnshire, and ask for Middlefen Hall. There's a pond full of frogs, but we won't pelt ihem till you come, but let it be before Sunday, as there's our own orchard to rob, and the fruit's to be gathered on Monday. If you like sucking raw eggs, we know where the hens lay, and mother don't ; and I'm bound there's lots of birds' nests. Do come. Bob, and I'll show you the wasps' nest, and every- thing that can make you comfortable. I dare say you could borrow your father's volunteer musket of him without his knowing of it ; but be sm*e anyhow to bring the ramrod, as we have mislaid ours by tiring it off. Don't forget some bird-lime, Bob— and some fish- hooks — and some different sorts of shot — and some gut and some gunpowder — and a gentle box, and some flints, — some May flies, — and a powder horn, — and a landing net and a dog-whistle — and some porcupine quills, and a bullet mould — and a trolling- winch, and a shot-belt and a tin can. You pay for 'em. Bob, and I'll owe it you. t'oui' old friend and schoolfelloWj RlCHAllD PCGSLEY. 1—2 1 THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. No. II. — From the Scmie to the Same. Dear Bob, When you come, bring us a 'bacco-pipe to load the gun with. If you don't come, it can come by the waggon. Our Pubhc House is three mile off, and when you've walked there it's out of everything. Yours, &c., ElCH. PUGSLEY. No. III. — From Miss An astasia Pugsley, to Miss Jemima MoGGRiDGE, at Gregory Home Fstahlishment for Young Ladies, Mile End. My dear Jemima, Deeply solicitous to gratify sensibility, by sympathising with our fortuitous elevation, I seize the epistolary implements to in- form you, that, by the testamentary disposition of a remote branch of consanguinity, our tutelary residence is removed from the metropolitan horizon to a pastoral district and its congenial pursuits. In futurity I shall be more pertinaciously super- stitious in the astrological revelations of human destiny. You remember the mysterious gipsy at Hornsey Wood ? — Well, the eventful fortune she obscurely intimated, though couched in vague terms, has come to pass in minutest particulars ; fur I per- ceive perspicuously, that it predicted that papa should sell oft' his boot and shoe business at 133, Barbican, to Clack and Son, of 144, Hatton Garden, and that we should retire, in a station of affluence, to Middlefen Hall, in Lincolnshii-e, by bequest of our great-great maternal uncle, Pollexfen Golds worthy Wriggles- worth, E?q., who deceased suddenly of apoplexy at Wisbeach Market, in the ninety-third year of his venerable and lamented age. At the risk of tedium, I will attempt a cursory delineation of our rural paradise, altho' I feel it would be morally arduous, to give any idea of the romantic scenery of the Lincolnshii-e Fens. Conceive, as far as the visual organ expands, an immense seques- THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. tered level, abundantly irrigated with minute rivulets, and studedd with tufted oaks, whilst more than a hundred windmills diversify the prospect and give a revolving animation to the scene. As for our own gardens and grounds, they are a perfect Vauxhall — excepting, of course, the rotunda, the orchestra, the company, the variegated lamps, the fire-works, and those very lofty trees. But I trust my dear Jemima will supersede topo- graphy by ocular inspection ; and in the interim I send for ac- ceptance a graphical view of the locality, shaded in Indian ink, which will suffice to convey an idea of the terrestrial verdure and celestial azure we enjoy, in lieu of the sable exhalations ar 1 ar- chitectural nigritude of the metropolis. You who know my pastoral aspirings, and have been the indul- gent confidant of my votive tributes to the Muses, will conceive the refined nature of my enjoyment when I mention the intellec- tual repast of this morn- ing. I never could en- joy Bloomfield in Bar- bican, — but to-day he read beautifully under our pear-tree. I look forward to the felicity of reading Thomson's CINDEEBLLA. Summer with you on the green seat, and if engagements at Christmas permit your participation in the bard, there is a bower of evergreens that will be delightful for the perusal of his Winter. « THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. 1 enclose, by request, an epistolaiy effusion from sister Doro thy, ^yllicll I know will provoke your risible powers, by the domesticity of its details. You know she was always in the homely characteristics a perfect Cinderella, tliough I doubt whether even supernatural agency could adapt her foot to a diminutive vitrified slipper, or her hand for a prince of regal primogeniture. But I am summoned to receive, with family members, the felicitations of Lincolnshire aristocracy : tliough whatever necessary distinctions may prospectively occur between respective grades in life, they will only superficially affect the sentiments of eternal friendship between my dear Jemima and her affectionate friend, Anastasia Pugsley. No. l\.—From Miss Dorothy Pugsley to tlie Same. My dear Miss Jemima, Providence having been pleased to remove my domestic duties from Barbican to Lincolnshire, I trust I shall have strength cf constitution to fulfil them as becomes my new allotted line of life. As we are not sent into this worid to be idle, and Anas- tasia has declined housewifery, I have undertaken the Dairy, and the Brewery, and the Baking, and the Poultry, the Pigs and the Pastry,— and though I feel fatigued at first, use reconciles to labours and trials, more severe than I at present enjoy. Altlio' things may not turn out to wish at present, yet all well-directed efforts are sure to meet reward in the end, and altho' I have clmmped and churned two days running, and it's nothing yet but curds and whey, I should be wrong to despair of eating butter of my own making before I die. Considering the adidteration committed by every article in London, I was never happier in any prospect, than of drinking my own milk, fattening- my own calves, and laying my own eggs. We cackle so much • am sure we new-lay somewhere, tho' I cannot find out our nests ; and I THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. 7 am looking every day to have chickens, as one pepper-and-salt- coloured hen has been setting- these two months. When a poor ignorant bird sets me such an example of patience, how can I re- pine at the hardest domestic drudgery ! Mother and I have worked like horses to be sure, ever since we came to the estate ; but if we die in it, we know it's for the good of the family, and to agreeably sui-prise my Father, who is still in town winding up his books. For my own part, if it was right to look at things so selfishly, I should say I never was so happy in my life ; though I own I have cried more since coming here than I ever remember before. You will confess my crosses and losses have been un- usual trials, when I tell you, out of all my makings, and bakings, and brewings, and preservings, there has been nothing either eatable or drinkable ; and what is more painful to an affectionate mind, — have half poisoned the whole family with home-made ketchup of toadstools, by mistake for mushrooms. When I re- flect that they are preserved, 1 ought not to grieve about my damsons and bullaces, done by Mrs. Maria Dover's receipt. Among other things, we came into a beautiful closet of old china, which, I am shocked to say, is all destroyed by my pre- serving. The bullaces and damsons fermented, and blew up a great jar Avith a violent shock that smashed all the tea and coffee cups, and left nothing but the handles hanging in rows on the tenter-hooks. But to a resigned spirit there's always some comfort in calamities, and if the preserves Avork and ferment so, there's some hope that my beer will, as it has been a month next Monday in the mash tub. As for the loss of the elder wine, candour compels me to say it was my own fault for letting the poor blind little animals crawl into the copper ; but experience dictates next year not to boil the berries and kittens at the same time. I mean to attempt cream cheese as soon as we can get cream, — hut as yet we can't drive the Cows home to be milked for the THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. -Bull — lie has twice hunted Grace and me into fits, and kept mv poor Mother a whole morning- in the pigsty. As I know you like country delicacies, you will receive a pound of my fresh butter when it comes, and I mean to add a cheese as soon as I can get one to stick together. I shall send also some family pork for Governess, of our own killing, as we wring a pig's neck on Saturday. I did hope to give you the unexpected treat of a home-made loaf, but it was forgot in the oven from ten till six, and so too black to offer. However, I hope to surprise you with one by Monday's carrier. Anastasia bids me add she will send a nosegay for respected ]\Irs. Tombleson, if the plants don't die off before, which I am sorry to say is not improbal)]e. It's really shock- ing to see the failure of her cultivated taste, and one in particular, that must be owned a very pretty idea. When we came, $:5, there was a vast ^ij(- number of flower ^.-^tv roots, but jumbled , --„ — ^- J^ - order, till Anastasia ^^v^" trowelled them all ; ^ up, and set them in '^ again, in the quad- S5ri:=^^^i2 rille figures. It must have looked sweetly elegant, if it had agreed with them, but they have all dwindled and drooped like deep declines and consumptions. Her dahlias and tulips too have turned out nothing but TBBT FOND OP GAEDKMNG. THE PUGSLEY PAPKBS. » onions and ki.luey potatoes, and her ten week stocks have not ■ come up in twenty. But as Slmkspeare says, Adversity is a precious toad-that teaches us Patience is a jewel. Considering the nnsettled state of coming in, I mt>st concMe. but conld not resist giving your friendliness a short account of the happy change that has occurred, and our increase of eomlorts. 1 would write more, but I know you will excuse my 1 ^'-""S ° the calls of dumb animals. It's the time I always scald the h tie pi.s' bread and milk, and put saucers of clean water or tl,e .Urcks and geese. There are tlie fowls' beds to make w,th fresh stra»'. and^a hundred sindlar things that country people ar. obliged to think of. , , ■ The children, I am happy to say, are all well, only baby is a little fractious, we think from Grace setting him down in the nettles, and he was short-coated last week. Grace is poorly with a cold, and Anastasia has got a sore throat, from sitting up fruit- lessly in the orchard to hear the nightingale ; perhaps there may not be any in the Fens. I seem to haye a triBing ague and rheumatism myself, but it may be only a stillness from so much churning, and "tlie great family wash-up of eyerything we had directly\ye came down, for the sake of grass-bleaching on the lawn. ■ With these exceptions, we are all in perfect health and liappiness, and unite in love, with Dear Miss Jemima's affectionate friend, DoilOTlIY PUGSUiV. No. v.-«-omMiis, PuGSLEY to Mu3. MuMTOiiii, BHcklerdwri,. My dear Mautha, In my ultimatum I informed of old Wrigglesworth paying his natural debts, and of the whole Middlefen estate coming from Lincolnshire to Barbican. I charged Mr. P. to send bnUetings into you with progressive reports, but between sisters, as I know you are very curious. I am going to make myself more particular. 10 THE rUGSLEY PAPERS. 1 take the opportunity of the family being all restive in bed, and tlie house all still, to give an account of our moving. The thinirs all got here safe, with the exception of the Crockery and Glass, which came down with the dresser, about an hour after its ar- rival. Perhaps if we hadn't overloaded it with the wdiole of our breakables, it wouldn't have given w\ay, — as it is, we have only one plate left, and that's chipt, and a mug without a spout to keep it in countenance. Our furniture, &c., came by the wag- gon, and I am sorry to say a poor family at the same time, and the little idle boys with their knives have carved and scarified my rosewood legs, and, what is worse, not of the same })atterns ; but as people say, two Lincolnshire removes are as bad as a fire of London. The first thing I did on coming down, was to see to the sweeps going up, — but I wish I had been less precipitous, for the sooty wretches stole four good flitches of bacon, as was np the kitchen chimbly, quite unbeknown to me. We have filled up the vacancy with more, which smoked us dreadfully, but what is to be cured must be endured. My next thing was to have all holes and corners cleared out, and washed, and scrubbed, being left, like bachelor's places, in a sad state by old single W. ; for a rich man, I never saw one that wanted so much cleaning out. There were heaps of dung about, as high as haystacks, and it cost me five shillings a load to have it all carted off the premises ; besides heaps of good-for-nothing littering straw, that I gave to the boys for bonfires. We are not all to rights yet, but Rome wasn't built in St. Thomas's Day. It was providential I hampered myself with cold provisions, for except the bacon there were no eatables in the house. What old W. lived upon is a mystery, except salads, for we found a whole field of beet-root, which, all but a few plants for Dorothy to pickle, I had chucked away. As the ground was then clear for sowing up a crop, I directed George to plough it up, but he THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. 11 met with agricultural distress. He says as soon as lie wliippcd his horses, the plough stuck its nose in the earth, and tumbled over head and heels. It seems very odd when ploughing is so easy to look at, but I trust he will do better in time. Experi- ence makes a King Solomon of a Tom Noddy. I expect we shall have bushels upon bushels of corn, tho' sadly pecked by the birds, as I have had all the scarecrows taken down for fear of the children dreaming of them for Bogies. For the same dear little sakes I have had the well filled up, and the nasty sharp iron spikes drawn out of all the rakes and harrows. No- body shall say to my teeth, I am not a good Mother. With these precautions I trust the young ones will enjoy the country THE HAKE S PROGRESS. when the gipsies have left, but till then, I confine them to round the house, as it's no use shutting the stable door after you've had a child stole. 12 THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. "We have a good many fine fields of hay, which I mean to have reaped directly, wet or shine; for delays are as dangerous as pickles in glazed pans. Perhaps St. Swithin's is in our favour, for if the stacks are put up dampish they won't catch fire so easily, if Swing should come into these parts. The poor boys have made themselves very industrious in shooting off the birds, and hunting away all the vermin, besides cutting down trees. As I knew it w\^s profitable to fell timber, I directed them to begin with a very ugly straggling hollow tree next the premises, but it fell the wrong way, and knocked down the cow-house. Luckily the poor animals were all in the clover-field at the time. George says it wouldn't have happened but for a violent sow, or rather sow-west, — and it's likely enough, but it's an ill wind that blows nothing to nobody. Having writ last post to ^Ir P., I have no occasion to make you a country commissioner. Anastasia, indeed, wants to have books about everything, but for my part and Dorothy's we don't put much faith in authorised receipts and directions, but trust more to nature and common sense. For instance, in flitting a goose, reason points to sage and onions, — why our own don't thrive on it, is very mysterious. We have a beautiful poultry yard, only infested with rats, — but I have made up a poison, that, I know by the poor ducks, will kill them if they eat it. I expected to send you a quantity of wall-fruit, for preserving, and am sorry you bought the brandy beforehand, as it has all vanished in one night by picking and stealing, notwithstanding I had ten dozen of bottles broke on purpose to stick a-top of the wall. But I rather think they came over the pales, as Georg(?, who is very thoughtless, had driven in all the new tenter-hooks ivith the points downwards. Our apples and pears would have gone too, but luckily we heard a noise in the dark and threw brickbats out of window, that alarmed the thieves by smashing the cowcumber frames. However, I mean on Monday to make THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. 13 s'lre ^)t the urcluinl, by gathering the trees, — a pheasant in one's hand is worth two cock sparrows in a bush. One comfort is, the house dog is very vicious, and won't let any of us stir in or out after dark — indeed, nothing can be more furious, except the bull, and at me in particular. You would think he knew my inward WALL FEDIT. thoughts, and that I intend to have him roasted whole when we give our grand house-warming regalia. With these particulars, I remain, with love, my dear Dorcas, your affectionate sister, Belinda Pugsley. P.S. — I have only one anxiety here, and that is, the likelihood of being taken violently ill, nine miles off from any physical powers, with nobody that can ride in the house, and nothing but an insurmountable hunting horse in the stable. I should like, 14 THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. therefore, to be well doctor-stuff'd from Apothecaries' Hall, by tiie waggon or any other vehicle. A stitch in the side taken in time saves nine spasms. Dorothy's tincture of the rhubarb stalks in the garden, doesn't answer, and it's a pity now they were not saved for pies. No. VI. — From Mrs. Pugsley to Mrs. Eogers. Madam, Although warmth has made a coolness, and our having words lias caused a silence — yet as mere writing is not being on speak- ing terms, and disconsolate parents in the case; I waive ventin-- A COOLNESS BETWEEN FEIBNDS. of animosities till a more agreeable moment. Havin g perusea the afflicted advertisement in the Times with interesting description of person, and ineffectual dragging of New Hiver, beg leave to say that Master Kobert is safe and well, having arrived here on Saturday THE PUGSLEY PAPEIiS. 16 riglit last, with almost not a shoe to his foot, and no coat at all, as was supposed to be with the approbation of parents. It appears that not supposing the distance between the families extended 10 him, he walked the whole way down on the footing of a friend, to visit my son Eichard, but hearing the newspapers read, quitted suddenly, the same day with the gipsies, and we haven't an idea what is become of him. Trusting this statement will relieve ol" all anxiety, remain, Madam, your humble Servant, Belind.^ Pugsley. No. Yll. — To Mr. Silas Pugsley, Parisian Dejjol, Shoreditch. Dear Brotiiek, My favour of the present date, is to advise of ray safe arrival on Wednesday night, per opposition coach, after ninety miles of discomlort, absolutely unrivalled lor cheapness, and a walk of five miles more, through lanes and roads, that for dirt and sludge may confidently defy competition, — not to mention turnings and windings, too numerous to particidarise, but morally impossible to pursue on undeviating principles. The night was of so dark a quality as forbade finding the gate, but for the house-dog fiying upon me by mistake for the late respectable proprietor, and al- most tearing my clothes olf my back by his strenuous exertions to obtain the favour of my patronage. Conscientiously averse to the fallacious statements so much in- dulged in by various competitors, truth urges to acknowledge that on aii'ival, I did not find things on such a footing as to en- sure universal satisfaction. Mrs. P., indeed, differs in her state- ment, but you know her success always surpassed the most san- guine expectations. Ever emulous to merit commendation by the strictest regard to principles of economy, I found her laid up with lumbago, through her studious eftbrts to please, and Doctor Clarke of Wisbeach in the house prescribing for it, but I am sorry to add — no abatement. Dorothy is also confined to ber 16 THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. bed, by her unremitting assiduity and attention in the house- keeping line, and Anastasia the same, from listening for nightin- gales, on a fine July evening, but which is an article not always to be warranted to keep its virtue in any climate, — the other children, large and small sizes, ditto, ditto, with Grace too ill to serve in the nursery, — and the rest of the servants totally unable to execute such extensive demands. Such an unprecedented de- preciation in health makes me doubt the quality of country air, so much recommended for family use, and whether constitutions have not more eligibiHty to ofler that have been regularly town- made. Our new residence is a large lonely Mansion, with no con- nexion with any other House, but standing in the heai't of Lincolnshire fens, over which it looks throu^rh an aa\ anta^-tous opening: comprising a great variety of windmills, and drains, and willow-pollards, and an extensive assortment of similar articles, that are not much calculated to invite inspection. In warehouses for corn, kc, it probably presents unusual ad- vantages to the occupier, but candour compels to state that agriculture in this part of Lincolnshire is very flat. To supply language on the most moderate terms, unexampled distress m Spitalfields is nothing to the distress in ours. The corn has been deluged with rain of remarkable durabilitv, without beino; able to wash the smut out of its ears ; and with regard to the expected great rise in hay, our stacks have been burnt down to the ground, instead of going to the consumer. If the hounds liadn't been out, we might have fetch 'd the engines, but the hunter threw George on his head, and he only revived to be sensible that the entire stock had been disposed of at an im- mense sacrifice. The whole amount I fear will be out of book, — as the Norwich Union refuses to liquidate the hay, on the ground that the policy was voided by the impolicy of putting it up wet. In other articles I am sorry I must write no altera- THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. 17 tioii. Our bull, after killing the house-dog, and tossing William, has gone wild, and had the madness to run away from his livelihood, and, what is worse, all the cows after him — except those that had burst themselves in the clover Held, and a small dividend, as I may say, of one in the pound. Another item, the pigs, to save bread and milk, have been turned into the woods for acorns, and is an article producing no returns — as not one has yet come back. Poultry ditto. Sedulously cultivating an enlarged connexion in the Turkey line, such the antipathy to gipsies, the whole breed, geese and ducks inclusive, removed themselves from the premises by night, directly a strolling camp came and set up in the neighbourhood. To avoid prolixity, when I came to take stock, there was no stock to take — namely, no eggs, no butter, no cheese, no corn, no hay, no bread, no beer — no water even — nothing but the mere commodious premises, and fixtures and goodwill — and candour compels to add, a very small quantity on hand of the kst-named particular. To add to stagnation, neither of my two sons in the business nor the two apprentices have been so diligently punctual in. executing country orders with despatch and fidelity, as laudable ambition desires, but have gone about fishing and shooting — and William has suffered a loss of three fingers, by his unvary- ing system of high charges. He and Eichard are likewise both threatened with prosecution for trespassing on the Hares in the adjoining landed interest, and Nick is obliged to decline any active share, by dislocating his shoulder in climbing a tall tree for a tom-tit. As for George, tho' for the first time beyond the circumscribed limits of town custom, he indulges vanity in such unqualified pretensions to superiority of knowledge in farming, on the strength of his grandfather having belonged to the agricultural line of trade, as renders a wholeside stock of patience barely adequate to meet 'ts demands. Thus stimu- 18 THE PUGSLEY PAPERS. lated to injudicious performance lie is as injurious to the best interests of the country, as blight and mildew, and smut and rot, and glanders, and pip, all combined in one texture. Be- tween ourselves, the objects of unceasing endeavours, united with uncompromising integrity, have been assailed with so much deterioration, as makes me humbly desirous of abridging sufferings, by resuming business as a Shoe ]\Iarter at the old established House. If Clack & Son, therefore, have not already taken possession and respectfully informed the vicinity, will thankfully pay reasonable compensation for loss of time and expense incurred by the bargain being off. In case parties agree, I beg you will authorise Mr. Eobins to have the honour to dispose of the whole Lincolnshire concern, tho' the knocking down of Middlefen Hall will be a severe blow on Mrs. P. and Family. Deprecating the deceitful stimulus of advertising arts, interest commands to mention, — desirable freehold estate and eligible investment — and sole reason for disposal, the proprietor going to the continent. Example suggests likewise, a good country for hunting for fox-hounds — and a prospect too exten- sive to put in a newspaper. Circumstances being rendered awkward by the untoward event of the running away of the cattle, S:c., it will be best to say — "The Stock to be taken as it stands ; " — and an additional favour will be politely conferred, and the same thankfully acknowledged, if the auctioneer will be so kind as bring the next market toAAai ten miles nearer and carry the coach and the waggon once a day past the door. Earnestly requesting early attention to the above, and with sentiments of, &c. Pl. Pugsley, Sen. P.S. Eichard is just come to hand dripping and half dead out of the Nene, and the two apprentices all but drowned each other in saving him. Hence occurs to add, fishing opportunities amon? the desirable items. 19 FAXCT yOBTKAIT :— MADAME PASTY. AN ANTIENT CONCERT. BY A V E N E 11 A E L E D I II E C T O li " Give me old music — let me hear The songs of days gone by I " — II. F. Cjiorkky. Cii ! come, all ye who love to hear An ancient song in ancient taste. To whom all by-gone Music's dear As verdant spots in IMemory's waste ! Its name " The Ancient Concert " wrong?, And has not hit the proper clef, To v.it, Old Folks, to sing Old Songs, To Old Subscribers rather deaf. ?— 2 20 AX ANCIENT CONCERT. Away, then, Hawes ! with all your bam! ; Ye beardless boys, this room desert ! One youthful voice, or youthful hand, Our concert-pitch would disconcert ! No Bird must join our " vocal throng," The present age beheld at font : Away, then, all ye " Sons of Song," Your Fathers are the men we want 1 Away, ^liss Birch, you're in your prime J Miss Eomer, seek some other door ! Go, Mrs. Shaw ! till, counting time, You count you're nearly fifty-four ! Go, Miss Novello, sadly young ! Go, tliou composing Chevalier, And roam the county towns among, Xo Xewcome will be welcome here ! Our Concert aims to give at night The music that has had its dwj! So, llooke, for us you cannot write Till time has made you Raven gray. Your score may charm a modern ear, Nay, ours, M'hen three or fourscore old, J5ut in this Ancient atmosphere, Fresh airs like yours would give us cold ! Go, Hawes, and Cawse, and Woodyat, go ! Hence, Shirretf, with those native curls ; And Master Coward ought to know This is no place for boys and girls ! No Massons here we wish to see ; Nor is \i Mrs. Seguin's sphere, ; And Mrs. B ! Oh ! Mrs. B , Such Bishops are not reverend here ! AN ANCIENT CONCERT. 21 What ! Grisi, bright and beaming thus ! To sing the songs gone gray with age ! No, Grisi, no, — but come to us And welcome, when you leave the stage ! Oft', IvanhofF ! — till weak and harsh 1 — Piubini, hence ! with all the clan ! Eut come, Lablache, years hence, Lablache> A little shrivell'd thin old man. Go, Mr. Phillips, where you please! Away, Tom Cooke, and all your batch; You'd run us out of breath with Glees, iVnd Catches that we could not catcii. Away, ye Leaders all, who lead With violins, quite modern things ; To guide our Ancient band we need Old fiddles out of leading strings ! But come, ye Songsters, over-ripe, That into "childish trebles break ! " And bring, Miss Winter, bring the pipe That cannot sing without a shake ! Nay, come, ye Spinsters all, that spin A slender thread of ancient voice. Old notes that almost seem call'd in ; At such as you we shall rejoice ! No thund'ring Thalbergs here shall balk. Or ride your pet D-cadence o'er, l)ut fingers with a little chalk Shall, moderato, keep the score ! No 13 road woods here, so full of tone. But Harpsichords assist the strain : No Lincoln's pipes, we have our own Bird-Organ, built by Tubal-Cain. 22 AX ANCIENT CONCERT. And welcome ! St. Cecilians, now Ye willy-nilly, ex-good fellows, Who will strike up, no matter how, With organs that survive their bellows ! And bring, oh brir.g, your ancient vtyks In which our elders lov'd to roam, Those flourishes that strayed for miles, Till some good fiddle led them home ! Oh come, ye ancient London Cries, "When Christmas Carols erst were sung ! Come, Nurse, who dron'd the lullabies, " When Music, heavenly Maid, was ••oiing ! No matter how the critics treat, What modern sins and faults iletect The Copy-Eook shall still repeat. These Concerts must " Command respec. i ' A KACI' TO UK FlKSl FIDDLE. 23 A LETTER FEOM AN EMIGllAXT. Stinamjmsh Flaits, 9t/i Koveuihe)', 1S27. Deaii Brother, Here we are> thank Providence, safe and well, and in the finest country you ever saw. At this moment I have before nie the sublime expanse of Squampash Flatts — the majestic ]\Iudi- boo winding through the midst — with the magnificent range of the Squab mountains in the distance. But the prospect is im- possible to des3ribe in a letter ! I might as well attempt a Panorama in a pill-box ! We have fixed our Settlement on the left bank of the river. in crossing the rapids we lost most of our heavy baggage and all our iron work, but by great good fortune we saved iMrs. Paisley's grand piano and the chihlren's toys. Our infant city consists of three log huts and one of clay, which., however, on the second day, fell in to the ground landlords. We have now built it up again ; — and, all things considered, are as comfortable as we cjuld expect — and have christened our settlement New London, in compliment to the Old Metropolis. We have one of the log houses to ourselves — or at least shall have Avhen we have built a new hog-sty. We burnt down the first one in making a bonfire to keep off the wild beasts, and for the present the pigs are in the parlour. As yet our rooms are rather usefully than elegantly furnished. We have gutted the Grand Upriglit, and it makes a convenient cupboard, — the chairs were obliged to blaze at our bivouacs, but thank Heaven we have never leisure to sit down, and so do not miss them. ]My boys are contented, and will be well when they have got over some awkward accidents in lopping and felling. Mrs. P. grumbles a little, but it is her custom to lament most when slie is in the midst of comforts. She complains of solitude, and says she could enjoy the very stillest of stitf visits. 21 LETTER FROM AJM EMTGRAN' A STIFF VISIT. The first time we lighted a fire in our new abode, a large sei-pent came down the chimney, which I looked upon as a good omen. However, as ^Irs. P. is not partial to snakes, and the heat is supposed to attract those reptiles, we have dispensed with fires ever since. As for wild beasts, we hear them howling and roaring round the fence every night from dusk till daylight, but we have only been inconvenienced by one Lion. The first time he* came, in order to get rid of the brute peaceably, we turned out an old ewe, with which he was well satisfied ; — but ever since he comes to us as regular as clock-work for his mut- ton ; and if we do not soon contrive to cut his acquaintance, wc shall hardly have a sheep in the flock. It would have been easy to shoot him, being well provided witli muskets, but Barnaby mistook our remnant of gunpowder for onion seed, and sowed it all in the kitchen garden. We did try to trap him into a pit- fall; but after twice catching Mrs. P., and eveiy one of the LETTER FROil AN EMIGRANT. 26 children in turn, it was given up. They are now, however, per- fectly at ease about the animal, for they never stir out of doors at all, and to make tliem quite comfortable, I have blocked up all the windows and barricaded the door. We have lost only one of our number since we came ; namely, Dig'gory, the market gardener, from Glasgow, who went out one morning to botanise, and never came back. I am much sur- prised at his absconding, as he had nothing but a spade to go off with. Chippendale, the carpenter, was sent after him, but did not return ; and Gregory, the smith, has been out after them these two days. I have just despatched Mudge, the Herdsman, to look for all three, and hope he will soon give a good account of them, as they are the most useful men in the whole settle- ment, and, in fact, indispensable to its existence. EillGKATIOX— MELTING A SETTLER. The river ]Mudiboo is deep, and rapid, and said to swarm with alligators, though I have heard but of three being seen at one time, and none of those above eighteen feet long ; this however, is immaterial, as we do not use the river fluid, which is thick and dirtv, but draw all our water from natural wells 23 LETTER FEOM AX EMIGRANT. and tanks. Poisonous springs are rather common, but are easily distinguislied by containing- no fisli or living animal. Those, however, which swarm with frogs, toads, newts, efts, &c., are harmless, and may be safely used for culinaiy purposes. hi short, I know of no drawback but one, which, I am san- guine, may be got over hereafter, and do earnestly hope and advise, if things are no better in England than when I left, you, and as many as you can persuade, will sell off all, and come over to this African Paradise. The drawback I speak of is this : although I have never seen any one of the creatures, it is too certain that the mountains are inhabited by a race of Monkeys, whose cunning and mis- chievous talents exceed even the most incredible stories of their tril)e. No human art or vigilance seems of avail ; we have planned ambuscades, and watched night after night, but no at- tempt has been made ; yet the moment the guard was relaxed, we were stripped without mercy. I am convinced they must have had spies night and day on our motions, yet so secretly and cautiously, that no glimpse of one has yet been seen by any of our people. Our last crop was cut and carried off, with the precision of an English Harvesting. Our spirit stores — (y'ou will be amazed to hear that these creatures pick locks with the dexterity of London burglars) — have been broken open and ransacked, though half the establishment were on the watch ; and the brutes have been off to their mountains, five miles distant, without even the dogs giving an alarm. I could almost persuade myself at times, such are their supernatural know- ledge, swiftness, and invisibility, that we have to contend with evil spirits. I long for your advice, to refer to on this subject, and am. Dear Philip, Your loving brother, AiiBiiosE Ma WE. P. 3. Since writing the above, vou will be concerned to hear SONNET ON STEAil. 27 the body of poor Diggoiy has been found, liorribly mani;-led by ^vild beasts. The fate of Chippendale, Gregory, and Mudge, is no longer doubtful. Tlie old Lion has brought the Lioness, and the sheep being all gone, they have made a joint attack upon the Bullock-house. The Mudiboo has overflowed, and Squani- pash riatts arc a swamp. I have just discovered that the ]Monkeys are my own rascals, that I brought out from England. iVe are comin,(>; back as fast as we can. SONNET ON STEAM. BY AN \IXDEll-OSTLER. I \vi3ii I livd a Thowsen year Ago Wurking for Sober six and Seven milers And dubble Stages runnen safe and slo The Orsis cum in Them days to the Bilers But Now by means of Powers of Steam forces A-turning Coches into Smoakey Kettels The Bilers seam a Gumming to the Orses And Helps and naggs Will sune be out of VittcLs Poo>- Bruits I wunder How we bee to Liv AVhcn sutch a cliange of Orses is our Paits Xri uothink need Be sifted in a Siv May them Blowd ingins all Blow up their Grates And Theaves of Osiers crib the Coles and Giv Their blackgard Hanninuds a Peed of Slaiu ' 28 SOAP-OKIFICS AND SUB-ORIFICS. A REPORT FROM BELOW ! "Blow hiirh, blow low.'' — Si:a Soxg. As Mister B. and Mistress B. One night were sitting down to ten, ^yitll toast and muffins hot — They heard a loud and sudden bounce, That made the very china flounce, They could not for a time pronounce If they were safe or shot — For Memory brought a deed to match, At Deptford done by niglit — Before one eye appeared a Patch, In t'other eve a Blidit ! A REPORT FROM BELOW. 2') To be belabour'd out of life, Without some small attempt at strife, Our nature will not grovel ; One impulse mov'tl both man and Janie, He seized the tongs — she did the same, Leaving the ruffian, if he came, The poker and the shovel. Suppose the couple standing so. When rushing footsteps from below Made pulses fast and fervent ; And first burst in the frantic cat, All steaming like a brewer's vat, And then — as white as my cravat — - Poor i\Iary j\Iay, the servant ! Lord, how the couple's teeth did chatter ! Master and Mistress both flew at her, ''Speak! Fire? or Murder? What's the mat tei" ? " Till Mary, getting breath. Upon her tale began to touch With rapid tongue, full trotting, such As if she thought she had too much To tell before her death : — •' We was both, Ma'^am, in the wash-house, Ma'am, a-standing at our tubs, And Mrs. Eound was seconding what little things I rubs ; ' Mary,' says she to me, ' I say ' — and there she stops for coughin', * Tiiat dratted copper flue has took to smokin' very often, But please the pigs,' — for that's her way of swearing in a passion, * I'll blow it up, and not be set a coughin' in this fashion ! ' 30 A REPORT FROM BELOW. AYc'll, (lon-n s];c takes my master's horn — I mean lifj horn for loading, A:id empties ever\^ g-raiii alive for to set the flue exploding. Lawk, Mrs. Hound ! says I, and stares, that quantum is unproper. I'm sartin sure it can't not take a pound to sky a copper ; You'll powder both our heads off, so I tells you, with its puff, But she only dried her fingers, and sK takes a pinch of snuff. Well, when the pinch is over — ' Teach your grandmother to suck A powder horn,' says she — Well, says I, I wish you luck. Them words sets up her back, so with her hands upon her hips, 'Come,' says she, quite in a hull", 'come, keep your tongue in- side your lips ; Afore ever you was born, I was well used to things like these ; I shall put it in the grate, and let it burn up by degrees. So in it goes, and Bounce — Lord ! it gives us such a rattle, I thought we both were cannonised, like Sogers in a battle ! Up goes the copper like a squib, and us on both our backs, And bless the tubs, they bundled off, and split all into cracks. Well, there I fainted dead away, and might have been cut shorter. But Providence was kind, and brought me to with scalding water. I first looks round for ^Mrs. Kound, and sees her at a distance, As stiff as starch, and looked as dead as any thing in existence; All scorched and grimed, and more than that, I sees the copper slap Plight on her head, for all the world like a percussion copper cap. We'., I crooks her little fingers, and crumps them well up together. As humanity pints out, and burnt her nostrums with a feather i But for all as I can do, to restore her to her mortality, She never gives a sign of a return to sensuality. Thinks I, well there she lies, as dead as my own late departed mother. Well, she'll wash no more inthis world, whatever she does in t'other. So I gives myself to scramble up the linens for a minute. Lawk, sich a shirt ! thinks I, it's well my master wasn't in it ; A REPORT FROM BELOW-. •61 Oh ! I never, never, never, never, never see a sight so shockin' , Here Lays a leg, and there a leg- — I mean, you kaow, a stocking — Bodies all sht and torn to rags, and many a tattered skirt, And arms burnt off, and sides and backs all scotched and black with dirt ; But as nobody was in 'em- -none but — nobody was hurt ! Well, there I am, a-scramoling up the things, all in a lump, When, mercy on us ! such a groan as makes my heart to jump. And there sh:; is, a-lying with a crazy sort of eye, A-staring at the wash-house roof, laid open to the sky : Then she beckons with her finger, and so down to her I reaches, And puts my ear agin her mouth to hear her dying speeches. For, poor soul ! she has a husband and young orphans, as I knew ; AVell, Ma'am, you won't believe it, but it's Gospel fact and true, But these words is all she whispered — 'Why, where is the powder blew ? ' " ^'upfiv"-^^^ "^-"'^ -' -^ "dKYING *. COPPEi IF THE COACH GOES AX SiX PBAY 'WHAT TlilE GOES THE BASKET?' THE LAST SHILLING. He was evidently a foreigner, and poor. As I sat at the op- posite corner of the Southgate stage, I took a mental inventory of his wardrobe. A military cloak much the worse for wear, — a blue coat, the worse for tear, — a napless hat — a shirt neither white nor brown — a pair of mu-d-colour gloves, open at each thumb — gray trousers too short for his legs — and brown boots too long for his feet. From some words he dropt, I found that he nad come direct- from Paris, to undertake the duties of French teacher, at an Enorlish academy ; and his companion, the English classicnl usher, had been sent to London, to meet and conduct him to hia suburban destination. THE LAST SHILLING. 3.H Poor devil, thought I, thou art going into a bitter bad line of business ; and ihe hundredth share which I had taken in the boyish persecutions of my own French master — an emigre of the old noblesse — smote violently on my conscience. At Edmonton the coach stopped. The coachman alighed, pulled the bell of a mansion inscribed in large letteis, Vespasian House ; and de- posited the foreigner's trunks and boxes on the footpath. The English classical usher stepped briskly out, and deposited a shilling in the coachman's anticipatory hand. Monsieur followed the example, and with some precipitation prepared to enter the gate of the fore-garden, but the driver stood in the way. " I want another shilling," said the coachman. " You agreed to take a shilling a-head," said the English master. " You said you would take one shilling for my head," said the French master. " It's for the luggage," said the coachman. The Frenchman seemed thunderstruck ; but there was no help foj- it. He pulled out a small weasel-bellied, brown silk purse, but there was notlung in it save a medal oi Napoleon. Then he felt his breast-pockets, then his side-pockets, and then his waist- coat-pockets ; but they were all empty, excepting a metal snuff- box, and that was empty too. Lastly he felt the pockets in the flaps of his coat, taking out a meagre would-be white handker- chief, and shaking it; but not a dump. I rather suspect he anticipated the result — but he went thro' the operations seriatim^ with the true French gravity. At last he turned to his com- panion, with a " Mistare Barbiere, be as good to lend me one shilling." Mr. Barber, thus appealed to, went through something of the same ceremony. Like a blue-bottle cleaning itself, he passed his hands over his breast — round his hips, and down the out- side of his thighs, — but the sense of feeling could detect uotii- ing like a coin. 3 54 THE LAST SHILLING. •' I'ou agreed for a shilling, and you shall have no more, ' said the man with empty pockets. *' No — no — no — you shall have no more," said the moneyless Frenchman. By this time the housemaid of Vespasian House, tired of standing with the door in her hand, had come down to the garden-gate, and, willing to make herself generally useful, laid her hand on one of the Foreigner's trunks. " It shan't go till I'm paid my shilling," said the coachman, t'^king hold of the handle at the other end. The good-natured housemaid instantly let go of the trunk, and seemed suddenly to be bent double by a violent cramp, or stitch, in her right side, — while her hand groped busily under her gown. But it was in vain. There was nothing in that pocket but some curl-papers, and a brass thimble. The stitch or cramp then seemed to attack her other side ; again she stooped and fumbled, while Hope and Doubt struggled together on her rosy fac.r*.. At last Hope triumphed, — from the extremest corner of the huge dimity pouch she fished up a solitary coin, and thrust it exultingly into the obdurate palm. "It won't do," said the coachman, casting a wary eye on the metal, and holding out for the inspection of the trio a silver- washed coronation med^l, wliich had been purchased of a Jew for twopence the year br'/ore. The poor giid quietly set down the trunk which she had again taken up, and restored the deceitful medal to her pocket. In the meantime the arithmetical usher had arrived at the gate in' his way out, but was stopped by the embargo on the luggage. " What's the matter now ? " asked the man of figures. " If you please. Sir," said the housemaid, dropping a low courtesy, " it's this impudent fellow of a coachman will stand miere for his rights." '■■* He wants a shilling more than his fare," said ]\Iv. Barber. THE LAST SHILLING. SR *' Ho does want more than his fare shilling," reiterated the J^Venchuian. "Coachman! what the devil are we waiting- here for?" ahouied a stentorian voice from the rear of the stage. " Bless me, John, are we to stay here all day ? " cried a shrill voice from the stage's interior. " If YOU don't get up shortly I shall get down," bellowed a voice from the box. At this crisis the English usher drew his fellow-tutor aside, and whispered something in his ear that made him go through the old manual exercise. He slapped his pantaloons — flapped his coat tails — and felt about his bosom — " I haven't got one," said he, and with a shake of the head and a hurried bow, he set oft' at the pace of a twopenny postman. *' I a'n't going to stand here all day," said the coachman, getting out of all reasonable patience. " You're an infernal scoundrelly villain," said Mr. Barber, getting out of all classical English. *' You are a — what Mr. Barber says," said the Foreigner. " Thank God and his goodness," ejaculated the housemaid, " here comes the Doctor ;" and the portly figure of ihe peda- gogue himself came striding pompously down the gravel-walk. He had two thick lips and a double chin, which all began wagging together. " "Well, well ; what's all this argumentative elocution ? I command taciturnity ! " "I'm a shilling short," said the coachman. " He says he has got one short shilling," said the Foreigner. " Poo — poo — poo," said the thick-lips and double-chin. *^ Pay the fellow his superfluous claim, and appeal to magisterial authority." " It's what we mean to do, Sir," said the English usher, " but " — and he laid his lips mysteriously to the Doctor's ear. 3—2 86 THE LAST SHILLING. "A pecunicary bagatelle," said the Doctor. "It's palpable extortion, — but I'll disburse it, — and you have a legislatorial remedy for his avaricious demands." As the man of pomp said this, he thrust his fore linger into an empty waistcoat-pocket— then into its fellow — and then into every pocket he had — but without any other product than a bunch of keys, two ginger lozenges, and the Prench mark. " It's very peculiar," said the Doctor. " I had a prepossession of having currency to that amount. The coachman must call to-morrovv for it at Vespasian House — or stay— I perceive my housekeeper. Mrs. Plummer ! pray just step hither and liqu- date this little commercial ol)ligation." Now, whether Mrs. Plummer had or had not a shilling, Mrs. Plummer only knows ; for she did not condescend to make any search for it, — and if she had none, she was right not to take the trouble. However, she attempted to carry the point by a coup de main. Snatching up one of the boxes, she motioned the housemaid to do the like, exclaiming in a shrill treble key, — " Here's a pretty work indeed, about a paltry shilling ! If it's worth having, it's worth calling again for, — and I suppose, Vespasian House is not going to run away ! " " But may be I am," said the inflexible coachman, seizing a trunk with each hand. " John, I insist on being let out," screamed the lady in the coach. " I shall be too late for dinner," roared the Thunderer in the dickey. As for the passenger on the box, he had made off during the latter part of the altercation. "What shall we do? " said the English Classical Usher. " God and his goodness only knows ! " said the he us* maid. " I am a stranger in this country," said the frenchman. '* You must pay the money," said the coachman. 'And here it is, you brute," said Mrs. Plummer, who ha'J THE LAST SHILLING. 37 made a trip to the house in the meantime; but whether sne had coined it, ur raised it by a subscription among tne pupils, I know no more inan «flh KAM IV THB MCK'.IT. t)8 PANCY PORTRAIT : — M. BRUNEL. ODE TO M. BRUNEL. Well said, old Mole ! ct.nst work i' the dark so fast ? a wcrthy pioneer! " — Haiilet. Well ! Monsieur Briinel, How prospers now thy mighty undertaking, To join by a hollow way the Bankside friends Of Rotherhithe, and Wapping, — Never be stopping, But poking, groping, in the dark deep making An archway, underneath the Dabs and Gudgeons, For Collier men and pitchy old Curmudgeons, To cross the water in inverse proportion, Walk under steam-boats under the keel's ridge, To keep do^\^l all extortion. And without sculls to diddle London Brido-c ! ODE TO M. BRUNEL. In a fresh Imiit, a new Great Bore to worry, Thou didst to earth thy human terriers follow, Hopeful at last, from Middlesex to Surrey, To give us the '* View hollow." In sliort it was thy aim, right north and south, To put a pipe into old Thames's mouth ; Alas ! half-way thou hadst proceeded, when Old Thames, through roof, not water-proof, Came, like " a tide in the affairs of men ; " And with a mighty stormy kind of roar, Reproachful of thy wrong, Burst out in that old son": Of Incledon's, beginning " Cease, rude Bore "— Sad is it, worthy of one's tears, Just when one seems the most successful, To find one's self o'er head and ears In difficulties most distressful ! Other great speculations have been nursed. Till want of proceeds laid them on a shelf; TiZxt thy concern was at the worst. When it began to liquidate itself! But now Dame Fortune has her false face hidden, And languishes Thy Tunnel, — so to paint. Under a slow incurable complaint, Bed-ridden ! Why, when thus Thames— bed-bother'd— why repine ! Do try a spare bed at the Serpentine ! Yet let none think thee daz'd, or craz'd, or stupid : And sunk beneath thy own and Thames's craft,: Let them not style thee some Mechanic Cupid Pining and pouting o'er a broken shaft ! I'll tell thee with thy tunnel what to do ; Light up thy boxes, build a bin or two. 40 ODE TO M. BJiUNEL. The wine does better than such water trades .- Stick up a sign — the sign of the Bore's Hea^ 1 ve drawn it ready for thee in black lea*) , And make thy cellar subterrane, — Thy Shades I ^•^o^ife^.-^ THE BROKKN SH^rr. THE DEATH OF THE DOMINIE. " Take him up, says the master." — Old Spelling Book. My old Sclioolmaster is dead. He " died of a stroke ; " and I wonder none of his pupils have ever done the same. I have been flogged by many masters, but his rod, like Aaron's, swal- lowed up all the rest. We have often wished that he whipped on the principle of Italian penmanship, — up strokes heavy and down strokes light ; but he did it in English round hand, and vv'3 used to think with a very hard pen. Such was his love of Hogging, thai for some failure in English composition, after having been well corrected I have been ordered to be revised. i have heard of a road to learning, and he did justice to it ; we certainly never went a stage in education without being well horsed. The mantle of Dr. Busby descended on his shoulders, and on ours. There was but one tree in the play-gound — a birch, but it never had a twig or leaf upon it. Spring or sum- mer it always looked as bare as if the weather had been cutting at the latter end of the year. Pictures they say are incentives to learning, and certainly we never got thi'ough a page without cuts; for instance, I do not recollect a Latin article without a tail-piece. All the Latin at that school might be comprised in one line — " Arma virumque cano." An arm, a man, and a cane. It was Englished to me one day in school hours, when I was studying llobinson Crusoe instead of Virgil, by a storm ol bamboo that really carried on the illu- sion, and made me think for the time that I was assaulted by a set of savages. He seemed to consider a boy as a bear's cub, and set himself literally to lick him into shape. He was so 4S THE DEATH OF THE DOMINIE. particularly fond of striking us with a leather strap on the fi.its of our hand'^ that he never allowed them a day's rest. TLcre was no such thing as a I'alm Sunday in our calendar. In one word, he was disinterestedly cruel, and used as industriously to strike for nothing as other workmen strike for wages. Some of the elder boys, who had read Smollett, christened him Roderick, from his often hitting like Eandom, and being so partial to Strap. His death was characteristic. After making his will he sent for Mr. Taddy, the head usher, and addressed him as follows : " It is all over, Mr. Taddy — I am sinking fast — I am going from the terrestrial globe — to the celestial — and have promised Tomkins a flogging — mind he has it — and don't let him pick off the buds — I have asked Aristotle " — (here his head wandered) — " and he says I cannot live an hour — I don't like that black horse o-rinning at me — cane him soundly for not knowing his verbs — Castigo te, non quod odio habeam— Oh, Mr. Taddy, it's breaking up with me — the vacation's coming — There is that black horse again — Dulcis moriens reminiscitur — we are short of canes — Mr. Taddy, don't let the school get into disorder when I am gone — I'm afraid, through my illness— the boys have gone back in their flogging — I feel a strange feeling all over me — Is the new pupil come ? — I trust I have done my duty — and have made j^y ^vill_and left all " — (here his head wandered again) — " to Mr. Souter, the school bookseller — Mr. Taddy, I invite you to my funeral— make the boys walk in good order — and take care of the crossings. — My sight is getting dim — write to Mrs. B. at Margate — and inform her— we break up on the 21st. — The schcol-door is le,^ nnen — I am verv cold — where is my rulei gone — I will make hira feel — John, light the school lamps — I cannot see aline — Oh Mr. Taddy— venit hora — my hour is come — I am dying— thou art dying— he — is dying. — We — are— ({vijjrr — vou — arc — dv " The voice ceased. He made a T[IE DEATH OF THE DO:\riNTE. 43 feeble motion with his hands, as if in the act of ruling a copy- book— "the ridhuj passion strong in death " — and expired. An epitaph, composed by himself, was discovered in his desk, — with an unpublished pamphlet against Tom Paine. The Epitaph was so stuffed with quotations from Homer and Virgil, and almost every Greek or Latin author beside, that the mason who was consulted by the Widow declined to lithograph it under a Hundred Pounds. The Dominie consequently reposes under no more Latin than Hic Jacet ; — and without a single particle of Greek, though he is himself a Long Homer. IT HAT BE MY PWN CASK Ti»-MOh ttO IT. ' OVER TH OVER THE WAY. " I sat over against a window where there stood a pot with very pretty flowers ; and I had my eyes tixed on it, when on a sudden the window opened and a young lady appeared whose b'^auty struck me." — Akabiax Niciiirs. Alas ! the flames of an unhappy lover About my heart and on my vitals prey ; I've caught a fever that I can't get over, Over the way ! Oh ! why are eyes of hazel ? noses Grecian ! I've lost my rest by night, my peace by day, For want of some brown Holland or Yenetiai Over the way ! I've gazed too often, till my heart's as lost As any needle in a share in her benevolence. She was pre-eminently the friend of the blacks. Howbeit, for all her sacrifices, not a lash was averted from their sable backs. She had raised discontent in the kitchen, she had disgusted her acquaintance, sickened her friends, and given her own dear little nephews the stomach-ache, without saving Quashy from one cut of the driver's whip, or diverting a single kick from the shins of Sambo. Her grocer complained loudly of being called a dealer in human gore, yet not one hogs- head the less was imported from the Plantations. By an error common to all her class she mistook a negative for a positive principle ; and persuaded herself that by not preserving damsons, she preserved the Niggers ; that by not sweetening her own cup, she was dulcifying the lot of all her sable bi-ethren in bondage. She persevered accordingly in setting her face against sugar in- stead of slavery ; against the plant instead of the planter ; and had actually abstained for six months from the forbidden article, when a circumstance occurred that roused her sympathies into more active exertions. It pleased an American lady to import 60 BLACK, WHITE, AND BROWN. with her a black female servant, whom she rather abruptly dis- missed, on her arrival in England. The case was consideied by the Hampshire Telegraph of that day, as one of great hard- ship ; the paragraph went the round of the papers — and in due time attracted the notice of Miss Morbid. It was precisely ad- dressed to her sensibilities, and there was a " Try Warren " tone about it that proved irresistible. She read — and wrote — and in the course of one little week, her domestic establishment was maliciously but truly described as consisting of "two white Slaves and a black Companion." The adopted protege was, in reality, a strapping clumsy Negress, as ugly as sin, and with no other merit than that of being of the same colour as the crow. She was artful, sullen, gluttonous, and above all so intolerably indolent, that if she had been literally " carve, i in ebony," as old Puller says, she could scarcely have been of less service to her protectress. Her notion of Free Labour seemed to translate it into laziness, and taking liberties ; and, as she seriously added to the work of her fellow- servants, without at all contributing to their comfort, they soon looked upon her as a complete nuisance. The housemaid dubbed her " a Divil," — the cook roundly compared her to " a mischivus beast, as runs out on a herd o' black cattle ; " — and both con- curred in the policy of laying all household sins upon the sooty shoulders — ^just as slatterns select a colour that hides the dirt. It is certain that shortly- after the instalment of the negress in the family a moral disease broke out with considerable violence, and justly or not, the odium was attributed to the new comer. Its name was theft. First, there was a shilling short in some loose change — next, a missing half-crown from the mantelpiece — then there was a stir with a tea-spoon — anon, a piece of work about a thimble. Things went, nobody knew how — the " Divil " of course excepted. The Cook could, the Housemaid would, and Dinah should, and ouaht to take an oath, declaratory of inno- BLACK, WHITE, AND BKOVVN. CI ctince, before the mayor ; but as Dinah ditl not vohinteer an affidavit like the others, there was no doubt of her guilt in the kitchen. Miss Morbid, however, came to a very different conclusion. She thought that whites who could eai sugar, were capable of any atrocity, and had not forgotten the stand which had been made by the " pale faces," in favour of the obnoxious article. The cook especially incurred suspicion ; for she had been notorious aforetime for a lavish hand in sweetening, and was accordingly quite equal to the double turpitude of stealing and bearing false witness. In fact the mistress had arrived at the determination of giving both her white hussies their mouth's warning, when unexpectedly the thief was taken, as the lawyers say, " in the manner," and with the goods upon the person. In a word the ungrateful black was detected, in the very act of levying what might be called her " Black Mail." The horror of Emilia, on discovering that the Moor had murdered her mistress, was scarcely greater than that of Miss Morbid ! She hardly, she said, believed her own senses. You might have knocked her down with a feather ! She did not know whether she stood on her head or her heels. She was rooted to the spot ; and her hair, if it had been her own, would have stood upright upon her head ! There was no doubt in the case. She saw the transfer of a portion of her own bank stock, from her escritoire into the right-hand pocket of her pro- tege — she heard it chink as it dropped downwards — she was petrified ! — dumbfounded ! — thunderbolted ! — " annilliated ! " She was as white as a sheet, but she felt as if all the blacks ir tbe world had just blown in her face. Her first impulse was to rush upon the robber, and insist on restitution — her second was to sit down and weep, — and her third was to talk. The opening as usual was a mere torrent of eiaculations intermixed with vituperation — but sne gradually 62 BLACK, WHITlw, AND BROWN. fell into a lecture with many heads. First, she described all that she had done for the Blacks, and then, alas ! all that the Black? had done for her. Next she insisted on the enormity of the crime, and, anon, she enlarged on the nature of its punishment. It was here that she was most eloquent. She traced the course of human justice, from detection to conviction, and thence to execution, liberally throwing dissection into the bargain : and then descending with Dante into the unmentionable regions, she painted its terrors and tortures with all the circumstantial fidelity that certain very Old Masters have displayed on the same sub- ject. " And now, you black wretch," she concluded, having just given the finishing touch to a portrait of Satan himself; "and now, you black wretch, I insist on knowing what I was robbed for. Come, tell me what tempted you ! I'm determined to hear it ! I insist, I say, on knowing what was to be done with the wages of iniquity ! " She insisted, however, in vain. The black wretch had seriously inclined her ear to the whole lecture, grinning and blubbering by turns. The Judge with his black cap, the Counsel and their wigs, the twelve men in a box, and Jack Ketch himself — whom she associated with that pleasant West Indian personage, John Canoe — had amused, nay, tickled her fancy ; the press-room, the irons, the rope, and the Ordinary, whom she mistook for an overseer, had raised her curiosity, and excited her fears ; but the spiritualities, without any reference lo Obeah, had simply mysti- fied and disgusted her, and she was now in a fit of the sulks. Her mistress, however, persisted in her question; and not the less pertinaciously, perhaps, from expecting a new peg whereon to hang a fresh lecture. She was determined to learn the destina- tion of the stolen money ; and by dint of insisting, cajoling, and, above all, threatening — for instance, with the whole Posse Comi- tatis — she finally carried her point. BLACK, WHITE, AND BROWN. *• Cuss him money ! Here's a fuss ! " exclaimed the culprit, quite worn out at last by the persecution. " Cuss him money I here's a fuss ! What me 'teal him for ? What me do wid him ? What anybody 'teal him for? Why, for sure, to buy sugar T' LAWK ! HOW THE BLACKS ARE FALLING. e4 SHOBT OF . AIT. — GIVB ME A WORM. EPIGRAMS. COMPOSED OX REAPING A DIARY lATELY PUBLISHED. That flesh is grass is now as elear as day, To any but the merest purblind pup ; Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay, Mv Lady B comes and rakes it up. THE DEVIL'S ALBUM. THE LAST WISH. ^\ HEX I resign this world so briary, To have across the Styx my fen-yinir, Oh, may I die without a diary ! And be interr'd witliout a BuiiY-ino- ' The poor dear dt^ad have been hiid out in vain, Turn'd into cash, thev are laid out ac^ain ! THE DEVIL'S ALBUM. It will seem an odd whim For a Spirit so grim ^s t^e Devil to take a delight in ; But by common renown He has come up to town, With an Album for people to write in! On a handsomer book ^lortal never did look ; Of a flame-colour silk is the bindino-t o With a border superb, Where through flow'ret and herb, The old serpent goes brilliantly winding By gilded grotesques, And emboss'd arabesques, The whole cover, in fact, is pervaded ; But, alas ! in a taste That betrays they were traced At the will of a Spirit degraded ! THE SCHOULMx\.STER ABROAD. As for paper — the best, But extremely hot-pressed, Coui-ts the pen to luxuriate upon it, And against ev'ry blank There's a note on the Bank, As a bribe for a sketch or a sonnet. 'Who will care to appear In the Fiend's Souvenir, 1 s a question to mortals most vital ; But the very first leaf, It's the public belief, Will be fiU'd bv a Lady of Title ! THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD. 1 ONCE, for a very short time indeed, had the honour of being a schoolmaster, and was invested with the important office of "rearing the tender thought," and "teaching the young idea how to shoot ; " of educating in the principles of the Established Church, and bestowing the strictest attention to morals. The case was this ; my young friend G , a graduate of Oxford, and an ingeaious and worthy man, thought proper, some mouths back, to establish, or endeavour to establish, an academy for young gentlemen, in my immediate vicinity. He had al- ready procured nine day-pupils to begin with, whom he him- self taught, — prudence as yet prohibiting the employment of ushers, — when he was summoned hastily to attend upon a dying relative in Hampshire, from whom he had some expecta- tions. This was a dilemma to poor G , who had no one to leave in charge of his three classes ; and he could not bear th^ THE schoolmastp:r abroad. 67 idea of playing truant himself so soon after commencing busi- ness. In his extremity he applied to me as his forlorn hope, and one forlorn enough ; for it is well-known among my friends that I have little Latin, and less Greek, and am, on every account, a worse accountant. I urged these objections to G , but in vain, for he had no " friend in need," learned or unlearned, within any reasonable distance, and, as he said to comfort me, " in three or four days merely the boys could not unlearn much of anything." A BKANCH COACH. At last I gave way to his importunity. On Thursday night, he started from the tree of knowledge by a branch coach ; and at nine on Friday morning, I found myself sitting at his desk in the novel character of pedagogue. I am sorry 5— ;i 68 THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD. to say, not one of the boys played truant, or was con- fined at home with a violent illness. — There they were, nine little mischievous wretches, goggling, tittering, pointing, winking, grimacing, and mocking at authority, in a way enough to invoke two Elisha bears out of Southgate Wood. To put a stop to this indecorum, I put on my spectacles, stuck my cane upright in the desk, with the fool's-cap atop— but they inspired little terror ; worn out at last, I seized the cane, and rush- ing from my dais, well flogged — I believe it is called flogging — the boy, a Creole, nearest me ; who, though far from the biggest, was much more daring and impertinent than the rest. So far my random selection was judicious; but it appeared afterwards, that I had chastised an only son, whose mother had expressly stipulated for him an exemption from all punishment. I sus- pect, with the moral prudence of fond mothers, she had in- formed the little imp of the circumstance, for this Indian-Pickle fought and kicked his preceptor as unceremoniously as he would have scuffled with Black Diana or Agamemnon. My first move, however, had a salutary effect; the urchins settled, or made believe to settle, to their tasks; but I soon perceived that the genuine industry and application belonged to one, a clever- looking boy, who, with pen and paper before him, was sitting at the fm-ther end of a long desk, as great a contrast to the others, as the Good, to the Bad Apprentice in Hogarth. I could see his tongue even at work at one coiner of his mouth, — a very common sign of boyish assiduity, — and his eyes never left his task but occasionally to glance towards his master, as if in anticipation of the approving smile, to which he looked for- ward as the prize of industry. I had already selected him in- wardly for a favourite, and resolved to devote my best abilities to his instruction, when I saw him hand the paper, with a sly o-lance, to his neighbour, from whom it passed rapidly down the desk, accompanied by a running titter, and sidelong looks., that THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD. 69 convinced me the supposed copy was, indeed, a copy not of •' Obey your superiors," or " Age commands respect," but of tlie head of the college, and, as a glimpse showed, a head with very ludicrous features. Being somewhat fatigued with my last execution, I suffered the cane of justice to sleep, and inflicted the fool's-cap — -literally the fool's — for no clown in pantomime, the gi-eat Griraaldi not excepted, could have made a more laughter-stirring use of the costume. The little enormities, who only tittered before, now shouted outright, and nothing but the (mchanted wand of bamboo could flap them into solemnity. Order was restored, for they saw I was, like Earl Grey, re- solved to " stand by my order ;" and while I was deliberating, in some perplexity, how to begin business, the two biggest boys came forward voluntarily, and standing as much as they could in a circle, presented themselves, and began to read as the first Greek class. Mr. Irving may boast of his prophets as much as he will; but in proportion to the numbers of our con- gregations, I had far more reason to be proud of ray gabblers in an unknown tongue. I, of course, discovered no lapsus lin- gui in the performance, and after a due course of gibberish, the first class dismissed itself, with a brace of bows and an evi- dent degree of self-satisfaction at being so perfect in the present after being so imperfect in the past. I own this first act of our solemn farce made me rather nervous against the next, which proved to be the Latin class, and I have no doubt to an adept would have seemed as much a Latin comedy as those performed at the Westminster school. We got through the second course quite correct, as before, and I found, with some satisfaction, that the third was a dish of English Syntax, where r was able to detect flaws, and the heaps of errors that I had to arrest made me thoroughly sensible of the bliss of ignorance in the Greek and Latin. A general lesson in English reading ensued, through which we glided smoothl} 70 THE SCHOOLMASTER ABEOAD. eiiougli, till we came to a sandbank in the shape of a Latin quotation, which I was requested to English. It was something like this : — "Nemo mortalius omnibus horasapit," which I rendered, " No mortal knows at what hour the omnibus starts " — and with this trans- lation the whole school was perfectly satisfied. Nine more bows. My horror now approached : I saw the little wretches lug out their slates, and begin to cuff out the old sums, a sight that made me wish all the slates at the roof of the house. I knew very well that when the army of nine attacked my Bonny- castle, it would not long hold out. Unluckily, from inexperi- ence, I gave them all the same question to work, and the con- sequence was, each brought up a different result — nor would my practical knowledge of Practice allow me to judge of their merits. I had no resource but, Lavater-like, to go by Physi- ognomy, and accordingly selected the solution of the most ma- thematical-looking boy. But Lavater betrayed me. Master White, a chowder-headed lout of a lad, as dull as a pig of lead, and as mulishly obstinate as Muley Abdullah, per- sisted that his answer was coiTect, and at last appealed to the superior authority of a Tutor's Key, that he had iECOND COUKSI THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD. 71 kept by stealth in his desk. From this instant my importance declined, and the urchins evidently began to question, with some justice, what right I had to rule nine, who was not competent to the Rule of Three. By way of a diversion, I invited my pupils to a walk ; but I wish G had been more circum- stantial in his instructions before he left. Two of the bovs pleaded sick headaches to remain behind ; and I led the rest, through my arithmetical failure, under very slender government, by the most unfortunate route I could have chosen, — in fact, past the very windows of their parents, who complained after- wards, that they walked more like bears than boys, and that il Mr. G had drawn lots for one at a raffle, he could not have been more unfortunate in his new usher. OKAWIKG LOTS. T'> avoid observation, which I did not c-jurt, I led them asid^ 72 THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD. into a meadow, and pulling out a volume of Paradise Lost, left tlie boys to amuse themselves as they pleased. They pleased, ac- cordingly, to get up a little boxing match, a la Crib and Molineux — between blaster White and the little Creole, of which I was informed only by a final shout and a stream of blood that trickled, or treacled, from the flat nose of the child of colour. Luckily, as I thought, he was near home, whither I sent him for washing and consolation, and in return tor which, in the course of a quarter of an hour, while still in the field, a black footman, in powder blue turned up with yellow, brought me the Ibllowing note : — *' Mrs. Col. Christopher informs Mr. G 's Usher, that as the vulgar practice of pui^iiism is allowed at spring Grove Academy, Master Adolpiius Ferdinand Christopher will in tuture be educated at hunie ; particularly as she understands Master C. was punished in the morning, in a way that only becomes blacks and slaves. — Fo the new Usher at Mr. G 's." Irritated at this event and its commentary, I resolved to punish Master White, but Master White was nowhere to be found, having expelled himself and run away home, where he complained tohis parents of the new usher's deficiencies, and told the whole story of the sum in Pi-actice, begging earu^stly to be removed from a school where, as he said, it was impossible for him tv» improve himself. The prayer of the petition was heaid, and on the morrow, Mr. White's son was mmus at Spnng Grove Academy. Calling in the remainder, i ordered a march home- wards, where I arrived just in time to hear the sham headaches of the two invalids go olf with an alarming explosion — for thev had thus concerted an opportunity for playing with gunpowdei and prohibited arms. Here was another discharge from the school, for no parents think that their children look the better without eyebrows, and accordingly, when they went home for the night, the fathers and mothers resolved to send them to some other school, where no powder was allowed, except upon the head of the master. I was too much hurt to resume schooling after the boys' bad behaviour, and so gave them THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD. 73 a half-holiday ; and never, oh never did I so estimate the bless- ing of sleep, as on that night when I closed my eyelids on all mv pupils ! But, alas ! sleep brought its sorrows : — I saw boys lighting, flourishing slates, and brandishing squibs and crackers in my visions; and through all, — such is the transparency of dreams, — I beheld the stern shadow of G looking unutterable reproaches. COMING EVKNTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEKOltli. The next morning, with many pahiful recollections, brought one of pleasure ; I remembered that it was the King's Birthday, and in a fit of very sincere loyalty, gave the whole school, alas ! reduced by one half, a whole holiday. Thus I got over the end of the week, and Sunday, literally a day of rest, was spent by the urchins at their own homes. It may seem sinful to wish for the death of a fellow -creature, but I could not help thinking of G 's relative along with what is called a happy release ; aiul he really was so kind, as we learned by an express from ^^ TKE LOST HEIR. G , as to break up just after his arrival, and that G consequently would return in time to resume his scholastic duties on the Monday morning. AVith infinite pleasure I heard this good bad news from Mrs. G — ■ — , who never interfered in the classical part of the house, and was consequently all unconscious of the reduction in the Spring Grove Establishment. I forgetl an excuse for immediately leaving off school; "resigned I kissed the rod " that I resigned, and as I departed, no master but ray own, was overwhelmed by a torrent of grateful acknow- ledgments of the service 1 had done the school, which, as Mrs. G protested, could never have got on witliout me. How it got on I left G to discover, and I am tuld he behaved rather like Macduff at the loss of his " little ones " — but luckily, I had given myself warning before his arrival, and escaped from one porch of the Academy at that nick of time when the Archodidasculus was entering by another, perfectly convinced that, however adapted to "live and learn," I should never be able to live and teach. THE LOST HElli. " Oh, where, and oh where la my boany laddie gone?" — Oi.u SoxG. One day, as I was going by That part of Holborn christened High, I heard a loud and sudden cry That chill'd my very blood ; And lo ! from out a dirty alley, '\Vhere pigs and Irish wont to rally, I saw a crazy Avoman sally, Eedaub'd with grease and mud. She turn'd her East, she turn'd her AVesf, Staring like Pythoness possest. With streaming liair and heaving breast As one stark mad with grief. THE LOST nEIR. This way and that she wildly ran, Jostling- with woman and with man- Her right hand held a frying pan, The left a lump of beef. At last her frenzy seem'd to reach A point just capable of speech, And with a tone almost a screech, As wild as ocean birds, Or female Kanter mov'd to preach, She gave her " sorrow words.'* A LOST CHILD ITS OWlf CBIEB. " Oh Lord ! oh dear, my heart will break, I shall go stick staik staring wild ! Has ever a one seen any thing about the streets like a crying lost-looking child ? Lawk help me, I don't know where to look, or to run, if J only knew which way — A Child as is lost about London streets, and especially Seven Dials, is a needle in a bottle of hay. "^ THE LOST HEIR. 1 am all in a quiver — get out of my sight, do, you wretch, you little Kitty M'Nab ! You promised to have half an eye to him, you know you did, you dirty deceitful young drab. The last time as ever I see him, poor thing, was with ray own blessed Motherly eyes, Sitting as good as gold in the gutter, a playing at making little dirt pies. I wonder he left the court where he was l)etter off than all the other young boys, With two bricks, an old shoe, nine oyster-shells, and a dead kitten by way of toys. When his Father comes home, and he always comes home as sure as ever the clock strikes one. He'll be rampant, he will, at his child being lost ; and the beef and the inguns not done ! La bless you, good folks, mind your own consarns, and don't be making a mob in the street ; Oh Serjeant M'Farlane ! you have not come across my poor little boy, have you, in your beat ? Do, good people, move on ! don't stand staring at me like a parcel of stupid stuck pigs ; Saints forbid! but he's p'r'aps been inviggled away up a court for the sake of his clothes by the prigs ; He'd a very good jacket, for certain, for I bought it myself for a shilling one day in Rag Pair ; And his trousers considering not very much patch'd, and red plush, they was once his Father's best pair. His shirt, it's very lucky Fd got washing in the tub,, or that might have gone with the rest ; But he'd got on a very good pinafore with only two slits and a burn on the breast. THE LOST HEIR. 77 He'd a goodish sort of hat, if the crown was sew'd in, and not quite so much jagg'd at the brim. With one shoe on, and the other shoe is a boot, and not a fit, and you'll know by that if it's him. Except being so well dress'd my mind would misgive, some old beggar woman in want of an orphan, Had borrow'd the child to go a begging with, but I'd rather see him laid out in his coffin ! Do, good people, move on, such a rabble of boys ! I'll break every bone of 'em I come near. Go home — you're spilling the porter — go home — Tommy Jones, go along home Avith your beer. This day is the sorrowfullest day of my life, ever since my name was Betty Morgan, Them vile Savoyards ! they lost him once before all along of following a IMonkey and an Organ. Oh my Billy — my head will turn right round — if he's got kiddy napp'd with them Italians, They'll make him a plaster parish image boy, they will, the out- landish tatterdemalions. Billy — where are you, Billy ? — I'm as hoarse as a crow, with screaming for ye, you young sorrow ! Andsha'n't have half a voice, no more I sha'n't, for crying fresh herrings to-morrow. Oh Billy, you're bursting my heart in two, and my life won't be of no more vally, If I'm to see other folks' darlins, and none of mine, playing like angels in our alley. And what shall I do but cry out my eyes, when I looks at the old three-legged chair As Billy used to make coach and horses or, and there a'n't no Billv there ! 78 THE LOST HEIR. I would run all the wide world over to find him, if I only know'd where to run, Little Murphy, now I remember, was once lost for a month through stealing: a penny bun, — A MONSTEE OF INIQCITT. The Lord forbid of any child of mine ! I think it would kill me rally. To find my Bill holdin' up his little innocent hand at the Old Bailey. For though I say it as oughtn't, yet I will say, you may search for miles and mileses A.nd not find one better brought up, and more pretty behaved, from one enl to t'other of St. Giles's. And if I called him a beauty, it's no lie, but only as a Mothei ought to speak ; You never set eyes on a more handsomer face, only it hasn't been washed for a week ; THE LOST HEIR. 79 As for hair, tho' its red, its the most nicest hak* when I've time to just show it the comb ; I'll owe 'em five pounds, and a blessing besides, as will only brino him safe and sound home. He's blue eyes, and not to be call'd a squint, though a little cast he's certainly got ; And his nose is still a good un, tho' the bridge is broke, by hia ftilling on a pewter pint pot ; He's got the most elegant wide mouth in the world, and very large teeth for his age ; And quite as fit as Mrs. Murdockson's child to 'play Cupid on the Drury Lane Stage. And then he has got such dear winning ways — but oh I never never shall see him no more ! dear ! to think of losing him just after nursing him back from death's door ! Only the very last month when the windfalls, hang 'em, was at twenty a penny ! And the threepence he'd got by grottoing was spent in plums, and sixty for a child is too many. And the Cholera man came and whitewash'd us all and, drat him, made a seize of our hog. rt's no use to send the Crier to cry him about, he's such a blunderin' drunken old dog ; The last time he was fetched to find a lost child, he was guzzlint>- with his bell at the Crown, And went and cried a boy instead of a girl, for a distracted Mother and Father about Town. Billy — where are you, Billy, I say ? come Billy, come home, to your best of Mothers ! I'm scared when I think of them Cabroleys, they drive so, they'd run over their own Sisters and Brothers. 80 THE LOST HEIR. Or may be he's stole by some chirably sweeping wretch, to stick fast in narrow flues and what not, And be poked up behind with a picked pointed pole, when tha soot has ketch'd, and the chimbly's red hot. Oh I'd give the whole wide world, if the world was mine, to clap my two longin' eyes on his face. For he's my darlin of darlins, and if he don't soon come back, you'll see me drop stone dead on the place. I only wish I'd got him safe in these two Motherly arms, and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him ! Lauk ! I never knew what a precious he was — but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him. Why there he is ! Punch and Judy hunting, the young wretch, it's that Billy as sartin as sin ! But let me get him home, with a good grip of his hair, and I'm blest if he shall have a whole bone in his skin ! POTTKD SHKIMF*. 81 SKETCHES OX THE llOAD. THE OBSEEVER. It's very strange," said tlie coachman, — looking at me over his left shoulder — " I never see it afore — but I've made three observations through life." Bat — so called for shortness, though in feet and inches he was rather an Upper Benjamin — v.as anything but what Othello denominates " a puny whipster." He had brandished the whip for full thirty years, at an average of as many miles a day; the product of which, calculated according to Cocker, appears in a respectable sum total of six figures deej). Now an experience picked up in a progress of some three hundred thousand miles is not to be slighted; so I leaned with my best ear over the coachman's shoulder, in order to catch every syllable. " I have set on the box, man and boy," said Bat, looking straight ahead between his leaders, '' a matter of full thirty year, and what's more, never missing a day — barring the Friday I was married ; and one of my remarks is — I never see a sailor in top-boots." " Now I think of it. Bat," said I, a little disconcerted at my windfall from the tree of knowledge, " I have had some ex- perience in travelling myself, and certainly do not recollect such a phenomenon." " I'll take my oath you haven't," said Bat, giving the near leader a little switch of self-satisfaction. "I once driv the Phenomenon myself. There's no such thing in nature. And I'll tell you another remarkable remark I've made through life — I never yet see a Jew Pedlar Avith a Newfoundland dog." " As for that. Bat," said I, perhaps wiUing to retort upon him a little of my own disappointment, "though I cannot call such 82 SKETCHES OX THE ROAD. a sight to mind — I will not undertake to say I have never met with such an as«ociation." " If you have, you're a lucky man," said Bat. somewhat sharply, and with a smart cut on the wheeler ; "I belong to au association too, and we've none of us seen it. There's a hundred members, and I've enquired of every man of 'em, for it's my re- mark. Butsomepeople seeadeal more than their fellows. May- hap you've seen the other thing I've observed through life, and that'sthis — I've never observed ablackmandrivealongstage." "Never, Bat," said I, desiring to conciliate him, "never in the wh^le course of my stage practice ; and for many years of my life I was a daily visitant to Eichmond." "And no one else lias ever seen it," said Bat, "That's a correct remark, anyhow. As for .Richmond, he never drove a team in his life, for I asked him the question myself, just atter his fiffht with Shelton.'"" THE COXTRAST, " I HOPE the Leviathan is outward-bound," I ejaculated, half aloud, as I beheld the Kit-Kat portion of the Man-Mountain oc- cupying the whole frame of the coach-window. But Hope de- ceived as usual ; and in he came. I ought rather to have said he essayed to come in, — for it was only after repeated experiments upon material substances, that he contrived to enter the vehicle edgeways, — if such blunt bodies may be said to have an edge at all. As I contemplated his bulk, I could not help thinking of the mighty Lambert, and was ready to exclaim with Gratiano, " A Daniel ! a second Daniel ! " The Brobdignaggian had barely subsided in his seat, when the opposite door opened, and in stepped a Liliputian ! The con- junction was whimsical. Yonder, thought I, is the Irish Giani, and the other is the dwarf, Count Borulawski. This coach is SKETCHES ON THE ROAD. 83 their travelling caravan — and as for myself, I am no doubt the showman. I was amusing myself with this and kindred fancies, when a hand sud- denly held up some- thing, at the coach window. " It's my luggage," said the Oiant, with a small penny-trumpet of a pipe, and taking pos- session of a mere golden pippin of a bundle. " The three large trunks and the big- gest carpet-bag are my property," said the JJwari, with a xuk great mail co.vtkactor. voice as unexpectedly stentorian. "Warm day. Sir," squeaked the Giant, by way of small talk. "Prodigious preponderance of caloric in the atmosphere," thundered the Dwarf, by way of big talk. " Have you paid your fare, gentlemen ? " asked the coachman, looking in at the door. " I have paid half of mine," said the Stupendous, " and it's booked. My name is Lightfoot." " Mine is Heavyside," said the Pigmy, " and I have disbursed tlic sum total." The door slammed — the whip cracked — sixteen horse-shoes made a clatter, and away bowled the Xev/ Safety; but had G— 2 «4. SKETCEES OX THE EOAD. barely rolled two hundred yards, when it gave an alarming bound over some loose paving stones, followed by a veiy critical swing. The Dwarf, in a tone louder than ever, gave vent to a prodigious oath; the Giaait said, "Dear me ! " There will something come of this, said I to myself; so, feign- ing sleep, I leaned back in a comer, with a wary ear to their conversation. The Gog had be^n that morning to the Exhibi- tion of Fleas, in Ecgent Street, and thought them " prodigious! " The Euntling had visited the Great Whale at Charing-Cross, and "thought little of it." The Goliath spoke with wonder of the ** vast extent of view from the top of the ^Monument." The David was " disappointed by the prospect from Plinlimmon." The Hurlothrumbo was " amazed by the grandeur of St. Paul's." The Tom Thumb spoke slightingly of St. Peter's at Pome. In theatricals their taste held the same mathematical proportion. Gog *' must say he liked the Minors best." The " Wee Thing " declared for the Majors. The Man-Mountain's favourite was Miss Foofe^twelvQ inches. The ^lanikin preferred ^Iis3 CV//^///^eighteen. The conversation, and the contrast, flourished in full flower through several stages, till we stopped to dine at the Salisbury Arms, and then — The Polio took a chair at the ordinary — The Duodecimo required "a room to himself." The Puppet bespoke a leg of mutton — The Colossus ordered a mutton-chop. The Imp rang the bell for " the loaf " — The Monster called for a roll. A magnum of port was decanted for the Minimum. A short pint of sheny was set before the Maximum. We heard the Mite bellowing by himself, " The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! " The Mammoth hummed " The Streamlet." JOHN DAY. 85 The Tiny, v/e learned, was bound to Plimpton ]\[agua. Tlie Huge, we found, was going to Plimpton Parva. A hundred other circumstances have escaped from Memory through the holes that time has made in her sieve : but I re- member distinctly, as we passed the bar in our passage out- wards, that while The Pigmy bussed the landlady— a buxom widow, fat, fair, and forty — The Giant kissed her daughter— a child ten years old, and remarkably small for her asfe. THE GEEAT DESERT — HALT OF THE CARATAN. JOliX DAT. A PATHETIC BALLAD, " A Day after the Fair."— Old Pkovekb. Joiix Day he was the biggest man Of all the coachraan-kind, With back too broad to be conceived Dy any narrow mind. 86 JOnX DAY. The very horses knew his weight When lie was in the rear, And wished his box a Cliristmas-box To come but once a year. Alas ! ag-ainst the shafts of love What armour can avail ? Soon Cupid sent an arrow thiough His scarlet coat of mail. The bar-maid of the Crown he loved. From whom lie never ranged, For tlio' he changed his horses there. His love he never changed. He thought her fairest of all fares, So fondly love prefers ; And often, among twelve outsides, Deemed no outside like hers. One day as she was sitting down Beside the porter-pump — He came, and knelt with all his f.it. And made an offer plump. Said she, my taste will never learn To like so huge a man. So I must beg you will come ho:-(". As little as you can. But still he stoutly urged his suit, With vows, and sighs, and tears. Yet could not pierce her heart, alt iv:-' He drove the Dart for vears. JO EX DAY. 87 In vain lie wooed, in vain he suerl ; Tlie maid was cold and proud, And sent him off to Coventry, While on his way to Stroud. He fretted all the way to Stroud. And thence ail baclc to town ; The course of lov-e Avas never smooth, So his went up and down. x\t last her coldness made him pine To merely bones and skin ; But still he loved like one resolved To love through thick and thin. Oh, Mary, view my wasted back. And see my dwindled calf • Tho' I have never had a wift, I've lost my better half. Alas, in vain he still assailed. Her heait withstood the dint ; Though he had carried sixteen stona He could not move a flint. "Worn out, at last he made a vow To break his being's link ; For he was so reduced in size At nothing he could shrink. Now some will talk in water's praise And waste a deal of breath. But John, tho' he drank nothing else — He drank himself to death. JOHX DAY. The cruel maid that caused his love, Found out the fatal close, For, looking in the butt, slie saw The butt-end of his woes. Some say his spirit hauuts the Crowu, 13ut that is only talk For after riding aU his life, iiis ghost objects to walk. THE EOX SEAT. 89 THE SL-BLIM^ AM) THE KIDICULOUI THE PARISH REVOLUTION. " From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step.' Alarming ncics from the countnj—mcfal inmrrection at Sloke Forjis—The Military called ont—FligJd of the Mayor. We are concerned to state, that accounts were recei\e(l in town at a late hour L-ist night, of an alarming- state of things at Stoke I'ogis. Nothing private is yet made public; but report speaks of very serious occurrences. The number of killed is not known, as no despatches have been received. 90 IHE PARISH EEVOLUTIOX. Tartlier Farticulars. Notliing is known yet ; papers have been received down to the 4th of November, but they are not up to anything. Tartlier farther Particulars {Private Letter). It is scarcely possible for you, my dear Charles, to conceive the difficulties and anarchical manifestations of turbulence, which tin-eaten and disturb your old birth-place, poor Stoke Pogis. To the reflecting mind, the circumstances which hourly transpire afford ample food for speculation and moral reasoning. To see the constituted authorities of a place, however mistaken or mis- guided by erring benevolence, plunging into a fearful struggle with an irritated, infuriated, and I may say, armed populace, is a sight which opens a field for terrified conjecture. I look around me with doubt, agitation, and dismay- because, whilst I venerate those to whom the sway of a part of a state may be said to be intrusted, I cannot but yield to the conviction that the abuse of power must be felt to be an overstep of authority in the best intentioned of the Magistracy. Tiiis even you will allow. Being on the spot, my dear Charles, an eye-witness of these fear- ful scenes, I feel how impossible it is for me to give you any idea of the prospects which surround me. To say that I think all will end well, is to trespass beyond the confines of hope ; but whilst I admit that there is strong ground for apprehending the worst, I cannot shut my eyes to the conviction, that if firm measures, tempered with concession, be resorted to, it is far from being out of the pale of probability that serenity may be re- established. In hazarding this conclusion, however, you must not consider me as at all forgetting the responsibilities which attach to a decidedly formed opinion. Oh, Charles ! you who are in the quiet of London, can little dream of the conflicting elements which form the storm of this devoted village. I fear you will be wearied with all these details ; but I thought at this distance, at which vou are from me, vou Avould wish me to run THE PARISH REVOLUTION. 91 the risk of wearying you rather than omit any of the interesting circumstances. Let Edward read this ; his heart, whicl: I know beats for the Parish, will bleed for us. I am, kc. II. J. P. P.S. — Notliing further has yet occurred, Init you shall hear from me again to-morrow. Amtlier Account. Symptoms of disunion have for some time past prevailed be- tween the authorities of Stoke Pogis, and apart of the inhabitants. The primum mobile or first mobbing, originated in an order of the Mayor's, that all tavern doors should shut at eleven. J\Iany complied, and shut, but the door of the Pampant Lion openly resisted the order. A more recent notice has produced a new and more dangerous irritation on our too combustible population. A proclamation against Guy Fauxes and Fireworks was under- stood to be in preparation, by command of the chief Magistrate. 1 f his Worship had listened to the earnest and pmdential advice of the rest of the bench, the obnoxious placard would not have been issued till the 6th, but he had it posted up on the 4th, and by his precipitation has plunged Stoke Pogis into a convulsion, that nothing but Time's soothing syrup can alleviate. Trom aiwther quarter. We are all here in the greatest alarm ! a general rising of the in- iiabitants took place this morning, and they have continued in a disturbed state ever since. Everybody is in a bustle and in- dicating some popular movement. Seditious cries are heard ! the bell-man is going his rounds, and on repeating " God save t!ie King!" is saluted with "Hang the crier! " Organised bands of boys are going about collecting sticks, &c., whether for barricades or bonfires is not known; many of them singing the famous Gunpowder Hymn, '•' Pray remember," 8:c. These are Vjatures that remiad us of the most inflammable times. Several 92 THE PARISH REVOLUTION. strangers of suspicious gentility arrived here last niglit, and privately engaged a barn; tliey are now busily distributing liand-bills amongst the crowd : surely some horrible tragedy is in preparation ! A later account. The alarm increases. Several families have taken flight by the waggon, and the office of Mr. Stewart, the overseer, is be- sieged by persons desirous of being passed to their own parish. He seems embarrassed and irresolute, and returns evasive an- swers. The worst fears are entertaining. Tre^li Iiitelligence. The cause of the overseer's hesitation has transpired. The pass-cart and horse have been lent to a tradesman, for a day's pleasure, and are not returned. Nothing can exceed the indig- nation of the paupers ! they are all pouring towards the poor- house headed by Timothy Gubbins, a desperate drunken charac- ter, bui the idol of the Workhouse. The constables are retiring before this formidable body. The following notice is said to be posted up at the Town-hall : " Stick No Bills." Eleven o'clock. The mob have proceeded to outrage— the poor poor-house has not a whole pane of glass in its whole frame ! The Magistrates, with Mr. Higginbottom at their head, have agreed to call out the militarv ; and he has sent word that he will come as soon as he has put on his uniform. A terriric column of little boys has just run down the High- street, it is said to see a fight at the Green Dragon. There is an immense crowd in the Market-Place. Some of the leading shopkeepers have had a conference with the Mayor, and the people are now being informed by a placard of the result. Gracious Heaven ! how opposite is it to the hopes of all moderate mt-u— "The :^[are is Hobstinate— He is at the Roes and Crown — But refuses to treat." IHE PARISH REVOLUTION. 93 Ticehe o'clock. riic military lias fimved, and is placed under his own com- mand. He has marched himself in a body to the market-place, and is now drawn up one deep in front of the Pound. The mob are in possession of the walls, and have chalked upon them the following- proclamation ; " Stokian Pogians be firm ! stick up for bonfires I stand to your squibs ! " Qnarter past Ticdue. IMr. \Vigsby, the Master of the Free School, has declared on the side of Liberty, and has obtained an audience of the Mayor. He is to return in fifteen minutes for his Worship's decision. Half past Ticehe. During the interval, the Mayor has sworn in two special con- stables, and will concede nothing. When the excitement of the mob was represented to him by Mr. Wigsby, he pointed to a truncheon on a table and answered, " They may do their worsest." The exasperation is awful — the most fisghtfid cries are uttered, " Huzza for Guys ! Gubbins for ever ! and no Higginbottom ! " The military has been ordered to clear the streets, but his lock is not llinty enough, and his gun refuses to fire on the people. * * -» * * * The constables have just obtained a slight advantage; thev made a charge altogether, and almost upset a Guy. On the left- hand side of the way they have been less successful ; Mr. Hug- gins, the beadle, attempted to take possession of an important street post, but was repulsed by a boy with a cracker. At the same moment Mr. Blogg, the churchwarden, was defeated in a desperate attempt to force ^pasmrje up a court. One o'clocJx. The military always dines at one, and has retreated to the Pig and Puncheon. There is a report that the head constable is taken with all his staff. Tivo o'clock. A flying v^•atchman has just informed us that the police are U4 THE PARISH PvEVOLUTION. --T-^- \ victorious q\\ all points, and the same has been confirmed by a retreating consta- _ ^_ ble. He states tliat r^ "' <^ ~^') the Pound is full — G u b b i n s in the stocks, and Dobbs in the cage. That the whole mob would have been routed, but for a very corpulent man, who rallied them on running away. llulf-past Three. The check sus- tained by the mob ?2 proves to have been a reverse, the con- stables are the suf- ferers. The cage is chopped to faggots, we haven't a pound, and the stocks are rapidly falling. Mr. Wigsby has gone again to the Mayor with overtures, the people demand the release of Dobbs and Gubbins, and the demolition of the stocks, the pound, and the cage. As these are already destroyed, and Gubbins and Dobbs are at large, it is confidently hoped by all moderate men, that his Worship wdl accede to the terms. Four o'clock. The Mayor has rejected the terms. It is confidently affirmed that after this decision, he secretly ordered a post-chaise, and has set off" with a pair of post horses as fast as they can gallop. A meeting of the principal tradesmen has taken place, and the butcher, the baker, the grocer, the cheesemonger, and the publi- can, have agreed to compose a Provisional Government. In Ihe GOOD ENTEKTAINiltXT FOE MAN AND HOESI THE PARISH EEVOLUTION. 95 mean time the mob are load in their joy, — they are letting oil* S(|ni1js and crackers, and rockets, and devils in all directions, and quiet is completely restored. We subjoin two documents, — one containing the articles drawn up by the Provisional Government and Mr, Wigsby ; the other, the genuine narrative of a spectator. Deaii Charles, The events of the last few hours, since I closed my minute narration, are pregnant with fate ; and no Avords that I can utter on paper will give you an idea of their interest. Up to the hour at which I closed my sheet, anxiety regulated the movement of every watchful bosom ; but since then, the approaches to tran- quillity have met with barriers and interruptions. To the medi- tative mind, these popular paroxysms have their desolating de- ductions. Oh, my Charles, [ myself am almost sunk into an Agitator— so mudh do we take the colour from tlie dye in which our reasoning faculties are steeped. I stop the press — yes, Cliarles — I stop the press of circumstances to say, that a dawn of the Pacific is gleaming over the Atlantic of our disturbances ; and I am enabled, by the kindness of Constable Adams, to send you a Copy of the Preliminaries, which are pretty well agreed upon, and only wait to be ratified. I close my letter in haste. That peace may descend on the Olive Tree of Stoke Pogis, is the earnest prayer of, kc. H. J. P. P.S. — Show the articles to Edward. He will, with his bene- volence, at once see that they are indeed precious articles for Stoke Pogis. CONDITIONS. 1. Thai for the future, widows in Stoke Pogis shall be allowed tlicir thirds, and Novembers their fifths. 2. That the property of Guys shall be held inviolable, and their persons respected. 9u TKE PARISH REVOLUTION. 3. That no arson be allowed, but all bonfires shall be burnt by the common hangman. 4. That every rocket shall be allowed an hour to leave the place. 5. That the freedom of Stoke Pogis be presented to Madame Iltjiigler, in a cartridge box. 6. That the military shall not be called out, uncalled for. 7. That the parish beadle, for the tioe being, be authorised to stand no nonsense. S. That his ^Majesty's mail be permitted to pass on the night in question. •J. That all animosities be buried in oblivion, at the Parish expense. III. T'hat the ashes of old bonfires be never raked up. "v\ AGSTAFF, Tlitili Constable. {Sigrifd) ( ( '\VlGSBY. AX A^^TI-CLIiliX. THE PARISH REVOLUTION. 97 The Karroiotlv of a High JFJutuess who seed everything proceed oat of a Back-icinder up Fore Fears to Mrs. KiimpIirLS. Mrs. Humpliris ! Littel did I Dram, at my Tim of Life, to see Wat is before me. The hole Parrish is throne into a panni- kin ! The llevelations has reeched Stock Poggis — and the people IS riz agin the King's Eain, and all the Pours that be. All this Blessed Mourning Mrs. Griggs and Me as bean siting abscond- ingiy at the tiptop of the Hows crying for lowness. We have lockd our too selves in the back Attical Rome, and nothing can come up to our Hanksiety. Some say it is like the Frentch Plot — sum say sura thing moor arter the Dutch Patten is on the car-pit, and if so we shall Be fiored like Brussels. Well, I never did like them Brown holland brum gals ! Our Winder overlooks all the High Street, xcept jest ware Mister Higgins jutts out Behind. What a prospectus ! — AU riotism and hubbub. — There is a lovvd speechifying round the Gabble end of the Hows. The Mare is arranging the Populous from one of his own long winders. Poor man ! — for all his fine goold Cheer, who wood Sit in his shews ! 1 hobserve Mr. Tuder's bauld Hed uncommon hactiv in the Mobb, and so is Mister Waggstaff the Constable, considdering his rhummatiz has only left one Harm disaffected to shew his loyal- ness with. He and his men air staving the mobb's heds to make them Suppurate. They are trying to Custardise the Eingleders But as yet hav Captivated Noboddy. There is no end to acci- dence. Three insensible boddis are Carrion over the way on Three Cheers, but weather Naybers or Gyes is dubbious. Mas- ter Gollop, too, is jest gone By on one of his Ant's Shuters, with a Bunch of exploded Squibs gone off in his Trowsirs. It makes Mrs. G. and Me tremble like Axle trees, for our Hone nevvies. Wile we vv^are at the open Winder they sliped out. With sich Broils in the Street who nose what Scraps they may gii into, 7 98 THK PARISH KEVOLUTION Mister J. is gon off with his muskitry to militate agiii the mobb ; and 1 fear without anny Sand Witches in his Cartnch Box. Mrs. Griggs is in the Sam state of Singularity as meseif. Onely think, Mrs. H., of two Loan Wimin looken Down on such a l^.eiieivescence, and as Hignorant as the unbiggotted liabe of the state of our Husbandry ! to had to our Convexity, the Botcher aas not Bean. No moor as the Backer, and \\c shold here Nothino- if Mister Higgins handn't hollowed up Jr'ore Storys. What news he brakes ! That wicked Wigsby as reffused to Reed the Eiot x\x, and the Town Clark is no Schol- lard ! Isn't that a bad Herring ! Mrs. Hum- phris! It is um- possible to throe one's hies from one End of Stock Poggis to the other, with- out grate Pane. Nothing is seed but Wivs asking for Huzbinds — nothing is lieard but childerin looking for Farthers. Mr. Hatband the Undertacker as jist bean squibed and obligated for safeness to inter his own Hows. ]\Ir. Higgins blames the un- flexable Stubbleness of the Mare and says a littel timely Concus- sion wood have been of Preventive Servis. Haven nose ! For my Part I don't believe all the Concussion on Hearth wood hav prevented the Regolater bein scarified by a Squib and runnin agm the Ilockit — or that it could unshatter Pore Master Gollop, BBKAKING THE NEVVb. THE PARISH REVOLUTION. 99 or Squentch Wider Welsh's rix of Haze witch is now Flam- ming and smocking in two volumes. The ingins as been, but could not Play for want of Pips witch is too often the Case with Parrish inginuity. Wile affiires are in this fri teful Posture, thank Haven I have one grate comfit. Mr. J. is cum back on his legs from Twelve to won tired in the extreams with beinga Standing Army, and his Uniformity spatterdashed all over. He says his hone saving was onely thro leaving His retrenchments. Pore Mr. Griggs has cum In atter his Wif in a state of grate exaggeration. He says the Boys hav maid a Bone Fire of his garden fence and Pales upon Pales can't put it out. Severil Shells of a bomastic nater as been picked up in his Back Yard and the old Cro's nest as bean Perpetrated rite thro by a Ptockit. We hav sent out the def Shopmun to here wat he can and he says their is so Manny Crackers going he dont no witch THE BAOLE ASSVRANC 7-2 100 THE PARISH REVOLUTION'. report to Belive, but the Fislimongerers has Cotehd and witli all his Stock compleatly Guttid. The Brazers next Dore is lick- wise in Hashes, — but it is hopped he as assurance enuf to cover him All over. — They say nothing can save the Dwellins ad- journing. Mrs. H. how greatful ouoht J and I to bee that our hone Premiss and propperty is next to nothing ! The effex of the lit on Bildings is marvulous. The Turrit of St. IMagnum Bonumis quit clear and you can tell wat Time it is by the Clock verry planely only it stands ! The noise is enuf to Drive won deleterious ! Too Specious Conestabbles is persewing littel Tidmash down the Hi Street, and slio grate fermness, but I trembel for the Pelisse. Pej^le drops in with New News every INIomentum. Sum say All is Lost — and the Town Criar is missin. Mrs. Griggs is quite retched at herein five littel Boys is throwd off a spirituous Cob among the Catherend Weals. But I hope it wants cobbobbora- tion. Another Yuth its sed has had his hies Blasted by sum blowd Gun Powder. You Mrs. H. are Patrimonial, and may supose how these flying rammers Upsetts a ]\Iothers Speerits. Mrs. Humphris how I envy you that is not tossing on the ragging bellows of these Flatulent Times, but living under a Mild Dispotic Govinment in such Sequestrated spots as Lonnon and Padington. May you never go thro such Transubstantiation as I hav bean riting in ! Things that stood for Sentrici as bean removed in a Minuet — and the verry effigis of wat was venera- blest is now burning in Bone Fires. The Worshipfull chaer is emty. The Mare as gon off clandestiny with a pare of Hossis^ and without his diner. They say he complanes that his Cor- peration did not stik to him as it shold have dun But went over to the other Side. Pore Sole — in sich a case I dont wunder he lost his Stommicli. Yisterday he was at the suramut of Pour. Them that ours ago ware enjoying parrish officiousness as been ' ' > 1 THE FUELOUGIL 101 turnd out of there DIgnittis ! Mr. Barber says in futer all the Perukial Authoritis will be Wigs. Pray let me no wat his Magisty and the Prim j\Iinistir think of Stock Poggis's constitution, and believe me conclusively my deer Mrs. Humphris most frendly and trully Bridget Jones. tumultum: in parvOh THE FURLOUGH. AX HUSH ANECDOTE *' Time was called." — Boxiaxa, Is the autumn of 1825, some private affairs called me into the sister kingdom ; and as I did not travel, like Polyphemus, with my eye out, I gathered a few samples of Irish character, amongst which was the following incident. I was standing one morning at the window of "mine Inn," when my attention was attracted by a scerx* that took place be- 102 THE FURLOUGH. ueath. The Belfast coach ^Yas standing at the door, and on the roof, in front, sat a solitary outside passenger, a fine young fel- low in the uniform of the Connaught Rangers. Below, by the frout wheel, stood an old woman, seemingly his mother, a young man, and a younger woman, sister or sweetheart ; and they were all earnestly entreating the young soldier to descend from his seat on the coach. " Come down wid ye, Tliady," — the speaker was the old woman — " come down now to your ould mother. Sure it's flog ye they will, and strip the flesh oft" the bones T give ye. Come down, Thady, darlin ! " *' It's honour, mother," was the short reply of the soldier; and with clenched hands and set teeth he took a stifter posture on the coach. " Thady, come down— come down, ye fool of the world — come along down wid ye 1 " The tone of the present appeal was more impatient and peremptory than the last; and the an- swer was more promptly and sternly pronounced : " It's honour, brother! " and the body of the speaker rose more rigidly erect than ever on the roof. " Oh Thady, come down ; sure it's me, your own Kathleen, that bids ye. Come down, or ye'll break the heart of me, Thady, jewel ; come down then ! " The poor girl wrung her hands as she said it, and cast a look upward, that had a visible effect on the muscles of the soldier's countenance. There was more tenderness in his tone, but it conveyed the same re- solution as before. " It's honour, honour bright, Kathleen ! " and as if to de- fend himself from another glance, he fixed his look steadfastly in front, while the renewed entreaties burst from all the three in chorus, with the same answer. " Come down, Thady, honey ! — Thady, ye fool, come down ! — Oh Thadv, come down to me I " THE FURLOUGH. 1^^ "It's honour, mother! — It's honour, brother! — Honour bright, my own Kathleen ! " Although the poor fellow v/as a private, this appeal was so public, that I did not hesitate to go down and enquire into the particulars of the distress. It appeared that he had been home, on Furlough, to visit his family, — and having exceeded as he thought the term of his leave, he was going to rejoin his regi- ment, and to undergo the penalty of his neglect. I asked him when the Furlough expired. " The First of March, your honour — bad luck to it of all the black days in the world, — and here it is come sudden on me like a shot ! " " The first of March ! — why, my good fellow, you have a day to spare then, — the first of March will not be here till to-mor- row. It is Leap Year, and February has twenty-nine days." The soldier was thunderstruck. — "Twenty-nine days, is it? — You're sartin of that same!— Oh, Mother, Mother !— the Divil fly aAvay wid yere ould Almanack — a base cratur of a book, to be deceaven one, afther living so long in the family of us ! " His first impulse was to cut a caper on the roof of the coach, and throw up his cap, with a loud Hurrah ! — His second was to throw himself into the arms of his Kathleen, and the third, was to wring my hand oft" in acknowl6»lgmcnt. " It's a happy man I am, your Honour, for my word's saved, and all by your Honour's manes — Long life to your Honour for the same! — May ye live a long himdred — and lape-years every one of them ! " IU4 PINtJLE BLESSKD.NKSS. KUMBER ONE VERBIFIED FROM THE PROSE OF A YOUNG LADY, It's very hard ! — and so it is, To live in such a row, And witness this that every ^liss Tnit me, has got a Beau. For Love goes calling up anrl doAvn, But here he seems to shun ; I'm sure he has been askacl enough To call at Number One ! numbp:r oxe. I'm sick of all the double knocks That come to Number Four! At Number Three, I often see A Lover at the door : And one in blue, at Number Two, Calls daily like a dun, — It's very hard they come so near And not to Number One ! Miss Bell I hear has got a dear Exactly to her mind. By sitting at the window pane Without a bit of blind ; But I go in the balcony, Which she has never done, Yet arts that thrive at Number live Don't take at Number One ! 'Tis hard with plenty in the street, And plenty passing by, — There's nice young men at Number Ten, But only rather shy ; And Mrs. Smith across the way Mas got a grown-up son, But la ! he hardly seems to know There is a Number One ! There's Mr. Wick at Number Nine, But he's intent on pelf, And though he's pious, will not love Plis neighbour as himself. At Number Seven there was a sale — The goods had quite a run ! And here I've got my single lot On hand at Nuwiber One ! 105 106 NUMBER ONE. My mother often sits at work Aad talks of props and stays, And what a comfort I shall be In her declining days. The very maids about the house Have set me down a nun; The Sweethearts all belong to them That call at Number One ! Once only when the flue took fire, One Friday afternoon, Young Mr. Long came kindly in And told me not to swoon : Why can't he come again without The Phoenix and the Sun ! We cannot always have a flue On fire at Number One ! I am not old ! I am not plain ! Nor awkward in my gait — I am not crooked, like the bride That went from Number Eight : I'm sure white satin made her loot As brown as any bun — But even beauty has no chance, I think, at Number One ! At Number Six they say Miss Rose Has slain a score of hearts, And Cupid, for her sake, has tseen Quite prodigal of darts. The Imp they show with bended uow, I wish he had a gun ! But if he had, he'd never deign To shoot with Number One. THE DROWNING DUCKS. It's very hard, and so it is To live in such a row ! And here a ballad singer comes To aggravate my woe. Oh take away your foolish song And tones enough to stun — There is "Nae luck about the house," I know, at Number Ono I 107 A DOUBLE KNOCK. THE DROWNING DUCKS. Amongst the sights that Mrs. Bond Enjoyed, yet grieved at more than others- Were little ducklings in the pond, Swimming about beside their mothers — Small things like living water lilies, But yellow as the daf^o-dillies. lOa THE DROWNING DUCKS. " It's very hartl," she used to moan, " That other people have their ducklingg To grace their waters — mine alone Have never any pretty chucklings." For why ! — each little yellow navy Went down — all downy — to old Davy \ 6he had a lake — a pond I mean — Its wave was rather thick than pearly — She had two ducks, their napes were gveca- She had a drake, his tail was curly, — Yet spite of drake, and ducks, and pond, No little ducks had Mrs. Bond ! The birds were both the best of mothers — The nests had eggs— the eggs had iucti— The infant D.'s came forth like others— But there, alas ! the matter stuck ! They might as well have all died addle, As die when they hegan to paddle ! For when, as native instinct taught her. The mother set her brood afloat, They sank ere long right under water, Like any overloaded boat ; They w^ere web-footed too to see, As ducks and spiders ought to be '. !No peccant humour in a ganrler Brought havoc on her little folks, — No poaching cook — a frying pander To appetite, — destroyed then- yolks, — Beneath her very eyes, Od' rot 'em ! They went like plummets to the bottom. THE DROWNING DUCKS. 1C9 The thing was strange —a contradiction It seemed of nature and her works I For little ducks, beyond conviction, Should float without the help of corks : Great Johnson it bewildered him ! To hear of ducks that could not swim. Poor Mrs. Bond ! what could she do But change the breed — and she tried divers, Vrhich dived as all seemed born to do ; No little ones were e'er sumvors— Like those that copy gems, I'm thinking, They all were given to die-sinking ! In vain their downy coats were shorn : They floundered still ; — Batch after batch went I The little fools seemed only born And hatched for nothing but a hatchment ! \\ hene'er they launched — oh sight of wonder ! Like fires the water "got them under ! " No woman ever gave their lucks A better chance than Mrs. Bond did ; At last quite out of heart and ducks, She gave her pond up and desponded ; For Death among the w^ater lilies, Cried " Due ad me," to all her dillies. , But though resolved to breed no more, She brooded often on this riddle — Alas ! twas darker than before ! At last, about the summer's middle, What Johnson, Mrs. Bond, or none did. To clear the matter up the sun did ! 110 THE DROWNING DUCKS. The thirsty Sirius, dog-like, drank So deep his furious tongue to cou!, The shallow waters sank and sank, And lo, from out the wasted pool, Too hot to hold them any longer, There crawled some eels as bU^ as conirer ! I wish all folks would look a bit, In such a case below the surface ; But when the eels were caught and spht By Mrs. Bond, just think of /ler face. In each inside at once to spy A ducking turned to giblet pie ! The sight at once explained the case. Making the Dame look rather sihy, The tenants of that JEel^ Flace Had found the way to Pick a dilhj. And so by under-water suction. Had wrought the little ducks' abduction. A POACHER. AN ASSENT TO THE SUMMUT OF MOUNT BLANK. Ill TOO COLD TO BKAK. AN ASSENT TO THE SUMMUT OF MOUNT BLANK, It was on the 1st of Angst, — L remember by my wags cum- ming dew, and I wanted to be riz, — that Me and master maid our minds up to the Mounting. I find Master as oppend an acount with the Keep Sack — but as that is a cut abov, and rit in by only Lords and Laddies, I am reduced to a Peer in the pagis of the Comick Anual — Mr H giving leaves. Wile we waited at Sham Money, our minds sevral tims mis- giv, but considdring only twelve Gentelmen and never a foot- mun had bin up, we determind to make ourselves particler, and so highered gides to sho us up. For a long tim the whether was dout full weather — fii'st it snew — then thew — and then friz — and that was most agreeabil for a tempting. The first thing [ did was to change my blew and wite livry, as I guest we shood li IV ennf of blew and wite on the mounting — but put on a dred 112 AN ASSENT TO TUE SUMMUT OF MOUNT BLANK. nort for fear of every thing — takm care to hav my pockets well cramd witli sand witches, and, as proved arterwards. they broke my falls very much when I slipd on my bred arxd ams. The land Lord was so kind as lend mc His gieen gaws tap room blind for my eyes, and I recumend no boddy to o-o up any SnowhiU without green vales — for the hice dazls like winkin. Sum of the gides wanted me to ware a sort of crimpt skaits, but thoght my feet would be the stifer for a cramp on — and declind binding any think xcept my list garters round my Shews. I did all tins by advize of John ^lary Cuthay the Chief Gide, who had bin 8 tims up to every think. Thus a tired we sit out, on our feat, like Capting Paris, with our Xor poles in our hands,— Master in veny good sperrits, and has for me I was quit elli- vatted to think what a figger the Summut of Mount Blank wood cut down the airys of Portland Plaice. Arter sliping and slidding for ours, we cum to the first princi- ple Glazier. To give a con-ect noshun, let any won suppose a man in fustions with a fraim and glass and puttey and a dimond pensel, and its quit the revers of that. It's the sam with the Mare of Glass. If you dout think of a mare or any think maid of glass you have it xactly. We was three ours gitting over the Glazier ; and then come to the Grand ^lullets, ware oar beds was bespoak — that is, nothing but clean sheats of sno,— and never a warmin pan. To protect our heds we struck our poles agin the rock, with a cloath over them, but it looked like a verry little tent to so much mounting. There we was, — all Sno with us Sollitory figgers atop. Nothink can give the sublime idear o! it but a twelf Cake. The Gides pinted out from hear the Pick de Middy, but I was too cold to understand Prentcli — and we see a real Shammy leep- ing, as Master sed, from scrag to scrag, and from pint to pint, for vittles and drink — but to me it looked like jumpin a bout to warm him self. His springs in the middel of Winter I realy beleave as uucredible. Xothink else was muving xcept Have- AN ASSENT TO THE SUMMUT OF INIOUNT BLANK. 113 launches, witch is stupendus Sno balls in high situations, as leaves their plaices without warnin, and makes a deal of mis- chief in howses and famiies. We shot of our pistle, but has it maid little or no noise, didnt ear the remarkbly fine ekko. We dind at the Grand Mullets on cold foul and a shivver of am, with a little de Colon^ agen stomical pans, Wat was moor cumfortble we found haf a bottel of brandey, left behind by Slim one before, and by way of return we left behind a littet crewit of Chilly Viniger for the next cummer, whoever he mite be or not. After this repass'd we went to our sublime rests, I may say, in the Wurld's garrits, up 150 pare of stares. As faling out of Bed was dangerus, w^e riz a wal of stons on each side. Knowing how comfortble Master sleeps at Home, I re- gretted his unaccommodation, and partickly as he was verry restless, and every tira he stird kickd me about the Hed. I laid awack a good wile thmking how littel Farther, down in Sum- merset Sheer, thoght I was up in Mount Blank Sheer ; but at long and last I went of like a top, and dremt of Summuts. Won may sleep on wus pillars than Nap Sacks. Next mornin we riz erly, having still a good deal to git up, and skrambled on agin, by crivises and crax as maid our flesh crawl on hands and nees to look at. Master w^inted to desend in a crack, but as he mite not git up in a crack agin, his letting himself down was unrecomended. Arter menny ours works, we cum to the Grand Plato. Master called it a vast Amphi- Theater; and so it is, except Du-Crow and the Horses and evry thing. Hear we brekfisted, but was surprizd at our stomicks not having moor hedges, Master only eting a Chickin wing, and me only eting all the rest. We had littel need to not eat, — the most uneasy part to go was to cum. In about too ours we cum to a Sno wall, up rite as high as St. Paul's; that maid us cum to an alt^ and I cood not help saying out, Wat is only too human legs to 200 feet ! Howsumever, after a bottel of 114 AN ASSENT TO THE SUMMUT OF ^lOUNT BLANK. Vv'Iiie we was abel to proceed in a zig zag direxion, — the Gides axing the way, and cutting steps afore. After a deal of moor white slaverx'', we sucsided in gitting up to the Mounting's top, and no body can hav a distant idea of it, but them as is there. Such Sno ! And ice enuf to serve all the Fish Hungers, and the grate Eouts till the end of the Wui-ld ! I regrets my joy at cumming to the top maition of surprising Little Britain. And in truth Little Britain was surprised enough, when it beheld at Mr, Brookbank's nothing but a few sorry flambeaux : he talked to the mob, indeed, of a transparency of Peace and Plenty, but as they could see no sign of either, and they had plenty of stones, they again broke the peace. I am sorry to say that in this instance the mob were wrong,for there was a transparency, but as it was light-ed from the outer side, Mr. B.'s Peace and Plenty smiled on nobody but himself. There was only one more disorder, and it occurred at the very house that I help to inhabit. Not that we were dim by any means, for we had been liberal customers to Mr. Sperm and to THE ILLUMINATI. 129 Mr. Wix : the tallow of one flared in all our panes, and the oil of the other fed a brilliant W. P. Alas ! it was these flery initials, enigmatical as those at Belshazzar's banquet, that caused all our troubles. The million could make out the meaning of the W, but the other letter, divided in conjecture among them, was literally a split P. Curiosity increased to furiosity, and what might have happened nobody only knows, if my landlady had not proclaimed that her W had spent such a double allowance of lamps, that her E had been obliged to retrench. IGNIS FATUUS. To aid her oratory, the rabble were luckily attracted from our own display by a splendour greater even than usual at Number 9. The warehouseman of Mr. Wix— Zmv Master like Man— had got up an illumination of his own, by leaving a firebrand among the tallow, that soon caused the breaking out of an insur- 9 130 . THE ILLUMIXATI. rection in Grease, and where candles had hitherto been lighted only by Eetail, they were now ignited by Wholesale ; or as my landlady said, — " All the fat was in the fire ! " I ventured to ask her when all was over, what she thought of the lighting-up, and she gave me her opinion in the following sentiment, in the prayer of which I most heartily concur. " Illuminations,"' she said, " were very pretty things to look at, and no doubt new Kings ought to be illuminated ; but what with the toil, and what with the oil, and what with the grease, and what with the mob, she hoped it would be long, very long, before we had a new King again ! " SONNET. Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Sounding's neat postchaise Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays, With Eev. Mr. Crow and six small Boys ; Who ever and anon declare their joys. With trumping horns and juvenile huzzas. At going home to spend their Christmas days, And changing Learning's pains for Pleasure's toys. Six weeks elapse, and down the Woodford way, A heavy coach drags six more heavy souls. But no glad urchins shout, no trumpets bray ; The carriage makes a halt, the gate-bell tolls, And little Boys walk in as dull and mum As six new scholars to t\ie Leaf and Dumb 131 THE STEAM SERVICE. " Life is but a kittle cast."— Bukxs. Thi time is not yet come— but come it will — when the masts oi our Royal Navy shall be unshipped, and huge un- sightly chimneys be erected in their place. The trident will be THE JACK OF HEARTS. taken out of the hand of Neptune, and replaced by the effigy of a red hot poker ; the Union Jack will look like a smoke-jack ; and Lambtons, Russels, and Adairs, will be made Admirals of the Black ; the forecastle will be called tlie Newcastle, and the cockpit will be termed the coal-pit ; a man-of-war's tender will be nothing but a Shields' collier : first lieutenants will have to attend lectures on the steam-engine, and midshipmen must take lessons as clim.bing boys in the art of sweeping fines. In g,hort, the good old tune of "Eule Britanuia," will give way to 9—2 132 THE STEAM SERVICE. •'Polly put the Kettle on; " Avliile the Yictory, the Majestic, and the Thunderer of Great Britain will " paddle in the burn," like the Harlequin, the Dart, and the Magnet of Margate. It will be well for our song writers to bear a wary eye to the Fleet, if they would prosper as Marine Poets. Some sea Gurney may get a seat at the Admiralty Board, and then fare- well, a long farewell, to the old ocean imagery ; marine meta- phor will require a new figure-head. Plowing sheets, snowy wings, and the old comparison of a ship to a bird, will become obsolete and out of date ! Poetical topsails will be taken aback, and all such things as reefs and double reefs will be shaken out of song. Por my own part, I cannot be sufficiently thankful that I have not sought a Helicon of salt water ; or canvassed the Nine ]\Iuses as a wiiter for their Marine Library ; or made Pegasus a sea-horse, when sea-horses as well as land-horses are equally likely to be superseded by steam. After such a con- summation, when the sea service, like the tea service, will de- pend chiefly on boiling water, it is very doubtful whether the Pleet will be Avorthy of anything but plain prose. I have tried to adapt some of our popular blue ballads to the boiler, and Dibdin certainly does not steam quite so w^ell as a potato. However, if his Sea Songs are to be in immortal use, they will have to be revised and corrected in future editions thus : — I deamed from the Downs in the Nancy, My jib how she smoked through the breeze. She's a vessel as tight to my fancy As ever loird tlu'ougli the salt seas. •5^ * * * ^ When up i\iQjlue the sailor goes And ventures on the pot. The landsman, he no better knows, - But thinks hard is his lot- THE STEAM SERVICE. 133 Bold Jack with smiles each danger meets, Weighs anchor, lights the log ; Trims up thejire, picks out the slates, And drinks his can of grog. ♦ * * * « Go patter to lubbers and swabs, do you see, *Bout danger, and fear, and the like ; But a Boulton and Watt and good WalVs-end give me ; And it an't to a little I'll strike. Though the tempest our cldmney smack smooth shall down smite, And shiver each bundle of wood ; Clear the wreck, stir the f re, and stow eveiything tight, And boiling a gallop we'll scud. I have cooked Stevens's, or rather Incledon's Storm in tlie same way ; but the pathos does not seem any the tenderer for stewing. Hark, the boatswain hoarsely bawling, By shovel, tongs, and poker stand ; Down the scuttle quick be hauling, Down your bellows, hand, boys, hand ; Now it freshens, — blow like blazes : Now unto the coal-hole go ; Stir, boys, stir, don't mind black faces, Up your ashes nimbly throw. Ply your bellows, raise the wind, boys. See the valve is clear of course ; Let the paddles spin, don't mind, boys, Though the weather should be worse. Fore and aft a proper draft get, Oil the engines, see all clear ; Hands up, each a sack of coal get, Man the boiler, cheer, lads, cheer. 134 THE STEAM SERVICE. Now the dreadful tlmnder's roaring, Peal on peal contending clash ; On our heads fierce rain falls pouring. In our eves the paddles splash. One wide water all around us, All above one smoke-black sky : Different deaths at once surround us ; Hark ! what means that dreadful cry ? The tunnel's gone ! cries ev'17 tongue ouu The engineer's washed off the de2k : A leak beneath the coal-hole's sprung out Call all hands to clear the wreck. THE STEAM SERVICE. 135 Quick, some coal, some nubbly pieces ; Come, my liea) ts, be stout and bold ; Plumb the boiler, speed decreases, Four feet water getting cold. While o'er the ship wild Avaves are beating, We for wives or children mourn ; Alas ! from hence there's no retreating ; Alas ! to them there's no return. The fire is out — we've burst the bellows, The tinder-box is swamped below ; Heaven have mercy on poor fellows, For only that can serve us now ! Devoutly do I hope that the kettle, though a great vocalist, will never thus appropriate the old Sea Songs of England. In the words of an old Greenwich pensioaer — " Steamin and biling does very well for Udi Bay, and the likes; " but the craft does not look regular and shipshape to the eye of a tar who has sailed with Duncan, Howe, and Jarvis — and who would rather even go \v\i\\o\xi port than have it through ^funnel. FOR COBK. 136 A LAY OF TxEAL LIFE. "Some are born \vith a wooden spoon in their mouths, and some with a golden ladle." — Goldsmith. "Some are born with tin rings in their noses, and some with silver ones." — SlLVEKSMITH. Who mined me ere I was bora, Sold every acre, grass or corn, A.nd left the next heir all forlorn ? My Grandfather. Who said my mother was no nurse, And physicked me and made me worse, Till infancy became a curse ? My Grandmoth'T "Who left me in my seventh year, A comfort to my mother dear, And ]\Ir. Pope, the overseer ? My Father. "Who let me stance, to buy her ,2:in, Till all my bones came through my skin. Then called me " ng]y little sin ?" My Mother. Who said my mother was a Turk, And took me home — and made me woi'k, But managed half my meals to shirk ? My Aunt. Who " of all earthly things " would boasl, *' He hated others' brats the most," And therefore made me feel my post ? ^[y Uncle. Who got in scrapes, an endless scoie, And always laid them at my door. Till many a bitter bang I bore? Mv Cousin. A VALENTINE. 137 Wko took me home when mother died, Again with father to reside, Black shoes, clean knives, run far and wide ? My Stepmothei. Who marred my stealthy urchin joys, And when I played cried " What a noise ! ' — Girls always hector over boys — "^My Sister. Who used to share in what was mine, Or took it all, did he incline, 'Cause I was eight, and he was nine? ^ly Brother. Who stroked my head, and said " Good lad, ' And gave me sixpence, " all he had ; " But at the stall the coin was bad ? My Godfather. Who, gratis, shared my social glass, But when misfortune came to pass, Keferr'd me to the pump ? Alas ! My Friend. Through all this weary world, in brief, "Who ever sympathised with grief, Or shared my joy — my sole relief ? Myself. A VALENTINE. THE WEATHER. To P. Mukphy, Esq., M.N.S. These, properly speaking, being esteemed the three arms of Meteoric action- Dear Murphy, to improve her charms, Your servant humbly begs ; She thanks you for her leash of arms. But wants a brace of leg-s. lis A VALENTINE. Moreover, as you promise folks On certain days a drizzle ; She thinks, in case she cannot rain, She should have means to mizzle. Some lightning too may just fall dn When woods begin to moult ; And if she cannot " fork it out," She'll wish to make a buU ! WETHER WISE. 39 BID ME DISCOUKSE. THE KLLAND MEETING. Benedict. " Here's a di.-h I love not : I cannot endure my lady Tongrue." IMUCH ADO ABOUT NorillNG. "Do you hear the rumour? Tliey say the women are in insurrectioa and mean to make a ."—The Woman's Pi:izk. •'Enter Eumour, painted full of tongues." — K. IIknky IV. " la a word, the Tartars came on." — Robinson Cijusoe. In my ]\I. S. days, — and like many bookish bachelors of the same standuig, — I was a member of a private literary society, with a name whereof I only remember that it began in Greek and ended in English. This re-union was framed on the usual 110 THE ELLAXD MEETING. plan of such institutions ; except that the gallantry of the founders had ruled that half the members mi^'ht be of the female sex, and accordingly amongst our " intellectual legs," we numbered a fair proportion of the hose that are metaphorically blue. We assembled weekly at the house of some Fellow that had a house, where an original essay was first read by the author, and then submitted to discussion, much as a school-boy first spins his top and then lays it down to be pegged at by the rest of the company. The subjects, like Sir Roger de Coverley's picture, generally left a great deal to be said on both sides, nor were there w\anting choppers, not to say hackers of logic, to avail themselves of the circumstance; and as we possessed, amongst others, a brace of Irish barristers, a Quaker, a dissenter to everything, an author who spoke volumes, a geologist who could find sermons in stones, and one old man eloquent, sur- named for his discursiveness the rambler, we had usually what Bubb Doddington has called " a multiplicity of talk." It is worthy of record, however, and especially as running counter to the received opinion of the loquacity of the sex, that no female member was ever known to deliver or attempt to deliver a sentence on the subject in debate. Now and then, perchance, a short clearing cough would flatter us that we Avere going to benefit by feminine taste and delicacy of sentiment ; but the expectation invariably fell to the ground, and we might as well have expected an opinion to transpire from the wax work of Mrs. Salmon or Madame Tussaud. I have since learned, it is true, from one of the maturest of the she-fellows, that she did once actually contemplate a few words to the matter in hand, but that at the very first stitch she lost her needle, by which she meant her tongue, and then in seeking for her needle she lost the thread of her ideas, and so gave up the task, she said, as not being " woman's work." It would seem therefore, that a set discourse in company is THE ELLAND MEETING 141 altogethjer incompatible witli the iniKite diffidence and shrinking timidity of the sex. Milton, indeed, makes this silent modesty a peculiar characteristic of perfect womanhood, as evinced in the demeanour of "accomplished Eve." To mark it the more strong-ly, he liberally endows our general mother with fluency of speech in her colloquies with Adam, so as even to " forget all time " in conversing with him ; whereas in the presence of a third party, — the Angel Visitor for instance, whom she less bids than makes welcome to her dessert, — she seldom opens her lips. Nor is this an overstrained picture : the same matronly, or spinsterly reserve, having survived the Fall, and the confusion of ]3abel, and the more womanly of her daughters, however good at what the Scotch call " a two-handed crack," in a corner or behind a curtain will still evince a paradisiacal hesitation, amounting to an impediment, in addressing the most limited audience. In fact up to a comparatively recent period, the Miltonic theory was practically acknowledged and acted upon, at the theatre, the female characters of the Drama being always represented by proxies of men or boys. Even in the present age, the debut of an actress, having so many " lengths " to deliver in public, is reckoned one of the severest ordeals that womanly modesty can undergo. The celebrated Mrs. Siddons described it as a "fiery trial," — a "terrible moment," — and any play-goer who has witnessed the first appearance of a young lady on any stage will easily give credit for its agonies. The late Mrs. once described to me very vividly her sufferings on a like awful occasion : — " The voice that would not come, and the tremor that would not go — the frame inclining to sink, and the head determined to swim, — the distinct consciousness of the presence of the body, with the in- distinct impression of the absence of the mind. Thank Heaven," she concluded, "that I had not to 'extort' the people, as Mawworm calls it, out of my own head — that T had 112 THE ELLAXD MEETING. Jl fiest appearance o-v am- s: not to funiisli the speecli, as well as the courage to utter it ; for I protest that I could not have put to- gether a sentence of my own, for the saving of my life ! " With such experience and impressions of the in- aptitude of the sex for popular orators, my pro- found amazement may be conceived when on lately glancing over the columns of a morning journal, my eye was arrested by the extraordinary heading of PUBLIC MEETING OF WOMEN AGAINST THE rOOR LAWS. In the first tumult of my agitation I pitched my ^Morning Herald, where Parson Adams threw his xEschylus, namely, be- hind the fire ; but the very next instant, with a vague notion that it would hloic up, I snatched it out again. I am not certain, — being in weak health and spirits, and more than commonly neiTous, — that I did not cry murder ! — ^ly first sensation, in- deed, was a physical one, a complication of acuteness of earache, with the numbness of lock-jaw : — and then came the moral con- sciousness of some stunning domestic calamity, that seemed dilating every instant from a family into a national visitation. In fact I recollect nothing at all approaching the first bodily shock, except once, on the explosion of some neighboming powder-mills, when a few highly condensed moments of intense silence were followed by the sudden burst of an imaginary peal, from a bell assembly of all the steeples in Epo-land ; nor can I THE ELLAND MEETING. 1^3 recall any experience equal to ray mental horror afterwards, unless a certain delirious dream of being run away with by four gray mares, in the York mail ! It was a considerable time before I could muster resolution to peruse the speeches, the tone of which my prophetic soul fore- stalled as less resembling the notes of the feminine dulcimer, or piano, or hurdy-gurdy, than those of the masculine brazen trumpet. And should this seem a liar8li anticipation, it must be remembered that I had been prepared by no previous rehearsals for such a burst of female oratory. If I had met with a paragraph hinting that certain females had been observed in rough weather, mysteriously haunting the sea-beach, say of Scarborough for in- stance, and gesticulating, as if on speaking terms with the billows, my classical reminiscences might have recalled the system by which Demosthenes braced himself against the mur- murs and roarings of a popular assembly — and I might have comprehended that the hoarse waves were resorted to as oratori- cal breakers-in. But there was no such warning ; and conse- quently the report came upon me with all the startling sudden- ness and crash of a sempstress's splitting a piece of stout calico. There was something astounding in the bare idea of a female voice, so commonly requiring a high pressure to induce it to sing "n private circles, volunteering in public assembly to spout ! A maiden speech even in a man is apt to excite a maidenly fever of nervousness ; and many a rough and tough old sea-commander, who would have returned a broadside without flinching, has been converted physiognomically into an admiral of the blue, v^hite, and red, and has found a bung in his speaking-trumpet, on hav- ing to reply to a volley of thanks. The very subject, so steeped in party spirit, — for alas ! it is undeniable that the woes and wants of the poor have become a party question, — the very subject so steeped in party spirit, always a raw unrectified article, and at the present time distilled particularly above proof, seemed peculiarly 144 THE ELLAND MEETING. unfit for womniily lips. In sliort I concluded prin.a facie, that a female who could come forward, without a rehearsal all along shore, or practise on provincial boards, as a public orator, and on political topics, must needs be what some old writer calls " a mankind woman," — and akin to the Hannah Snells and Mary i Ann Talbots, that have heretofore enlisted in our army and navy. How far 1 was justified in these forebodings a few extracts will serve to show. •' Mrs. Susan Pearnley having been voted into the chair, opened the business of the meeting by exliorting the females present to take the question of a repeal of this hill into their oicn hands, and not to rely on the exertions of others, least of all on the Home of Commons, but at once to assert the dignity and eqtialitt/ of the sex, and as the chief magistrate of the realm was now a female, to approach her respedfdhj , and lay their grievances before her ; and, should theii* application be unsuccessful, she would then call upon them to resist the enforcement of this cruel law, even unto the death — (loud cheers). Mrs. Grasby said, the new Poor Law was not concucted by men, but by fiends in the snape of men ; it had been hatched and bred in the bottomless pit — (cheers). She could wish the authors of this law to be sent to St. Helena, where Napoleon was sent to, and remain tdl their bodies were wet with the dew of heaven, and their hair as long as eagles' feathers. She would oppose that law, and she called upon her sisters now before her to follow her example — (tremendous cheering). Mrs. Hanson alluded to the personal disfiguration of the hair cutting off, which excited much disap- probation ; this was followed by a description of the grogram o-owns of sholdv and paste in which the inmates of the bastilts are attired." The address suIlI, " We approach your Majesty, and pray that you will exercise your prerogative, and remove from your councils those heartless men who are attempting to place us under this horrible law. //" the Captain of a Whaler", a blank' sheet of paper, folded in the form of a letter, and dulv sealed. At last, recollecting the nature of sympathetic mk, she placed the" missive on a toasting fork, and after holding it to the tiie ior a minute or two, succeeded in thav.-lng out the following verses. ¥ ROii seventy-two Nortii latitude, Dear Kitty, I indiie ; But first I'd have you understand How hard it is to write. Of thoughts that breathe and words the My Kitty, do not think, — Ijefore I wrote these very lines, 1 had to melt my int. P0E]^r,-FH03r THE POLISH. l^;! Of mutual flames and lover's warmtli, You must not be too nice ; The sheet that I am writing on Was once a sheet of ice ! The Polar cold is sharp enough To freeze with icj gloss The genial current of the soul, E'en in a " ^lan of Ross." Fope says that letters waft a sigh From Indus to the Pole ; But here I reaHy wish the jjost Would only "post the coal." So chilly is the Northern blaj^t, It blows me through and through. A ton of Wallsend in a note Would be a billet-doux ! In such a frigid latitude Tt scarce can be a sin, Should Passion cool a little, where A Fury was iced in, I'm rather tired of endless snov/, And long for coals again; And would give up a Sea of Ice, For some of Lambton's Main. I'm sick of dazzling ice and snow, The sun itself I hate ; So very bright, so very cold, Just like a sununer urate. 152 POEM— FEOM THE POLISH. For opodeldoc I would kneel, My chilblains to anoint ; Oh Kate, the needle of the north Has got a freezing point. Our food is solids, — ere we put Our meat into our crops. We take sledge-hammers to our steaks And hatchets to our chops. So very bitter is the blast, So catting is the air, T never have been warm but once "When hugging witli a bear. One thing I know you'll like to liear, Til' effect of Polar snows, I've left otf snuff — one pinching day — From leaving off" my nose. r have no ear for music now ; ^[y ears both left together; And as for dancing, I have cut ^ly toes — it's cutting weather. I've said that you should have my hand Some happy day to come ; But, Kate, you only now can wed A finger and a thumb. Don't fear that any Esquimaux Can wean me from my own ; The Girdle of the Queen of Lcve Is not the Frozen Zone. POEM,— FRO^il THE POLISH. At wives with large estates of snow My fancy does net bite ; I like to see a Bride — but not In such a deal of white. Give me for home a house of brick. The Kate I love at Kew ! A hand uncliopped — a merry e\e. And not a nose of blue ! To think upon the Bridge of Kew, To me a bridge of sighs ; Oh, Kate, a pair of icicles Ai*e standing in my eyes ! God knows if I shall e'er return, In comfort to be lulled ; But if 1 do get back to port, Prav let me have it mulled. 153 KEW BRinGE. 154 A STEP-FATHEK. A STEP-FATHER. " Follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow, follow me.'" — Om> Song. T KNOW not what friend, or fiend, or both together, put such a folly into the head of my maternal parent ; but, like Hamlet's mother, she set her widow's cap at the sex, and re-married. A second marriage is seldom a favourable alteration of state ; it is like changing a sovereign twice over: first into silver, and then into copper. My mother's step Avas of ihis description ! My first father was a plump, short, and rather Dutch-built little per- son ; but the most merry, good-humoured, and kind-hearted, yet withal the slowest goer of the human race. Hia successor was satm-nine in spirit, and stern in temper, a tall bony figure, re- markable for the length of his netlier limbs; he was, to adopt a A STEF-FATHER. 155 school-boy plirase, a Walker by name, and a ualker by nature; and the exercise of this propensity taught me painfully to appre- ciate the difference between my dear first Daddy and my Daddy- Long-legs. My father Heavy-sides was what is called slow and sure : which means sure to be left behind. Ho had a solemn creak m hi= shoes, that declared how deliberately his toes turned on their hinges ; his movement through life was a minuet de la cour. My Step-father Walker's was a galopade. Considered as Toot Sol- diers, or adverse parties of infantry, before one had well marcherl into his position, the other would have turned his right ffank, cut off his left wing, charged his centre, harassed his rear, and suiTOunded his whole body. They were, alas ! literally the qmck and the dead, causing between them a race of my toes against my tears and, if anything, my toes ran the fastest and farthest. There has be.n lately a good deal of speculation as to the ownership of a certain poem ; but I feel assured that my Step- father was the practical author of the "Devil's ^\alk." The March of Mind might possibly have kept up with him, but no March of body could do it; least of all, such a body as mine, naturally heavy, and furnished with a pair of lower limbs, very different from those of the son of Scriblerus, who made his le-s his compasses for measuring islands and continents. Strain thlm as I would in pursuit of my Step-father, I seemed to take nothing by my motioii ; those hopeless coat-flaps were always in front • like Doctor Johnson's great Shakspeare, with little Time at his heels, I panted after him in vain. The pace, as the jockeys say, was severe. It was literally a Hight of steps, lor he seemed\o fly; if any gentleman could be in two places at once, like a bird, that man was my Step-father, or rather fore- father, for he was always in front. His stride was uiat ot the Colossus of Hhodes; like llobiuson Crusoe, you could discern one foot-print in the sand, but the other was beyond discovery. 156 A STEP.FATHEK. ^ly infatuated mother was nevertheless continually holding him out to me as au example, and recommending me to " tread in his steps ! " — I wish I had been able ! When his friends, or creditors, have been informed at the door, that he " had just stept out," how little did they dream that it meant he was a mile off ! It was his pleasure, whenever my Step-father w^aiked, that I should accompany him ; such accompaniment as flute adagio is sometimes heard to give to piano prestissimo. He seemed to pride himself, like some pompous people, in constantly having a poor foot-boy trotting at his heels : often did I beg to be left at home ; often, but vainly, address him in the language of old Capulet's domestic — " Good thou, save me a piece of inarch-pane.'' The descriptive phrase of " rocky fastnesses," was but too typical of his speed and temper ; he had no more pity for me, than the great striding Ogre, in the Seven-leagued Boots, for little Hop-o'-my-Thumb. The day of retribution at last came, for, according to the clown's doctrine, the whirligig of time always brings round its revenges. My poor mother died, and had a walking funeral, and my Step-father felt more for her than I had expected ; but he suffered most in his legs and feet : the measured pace of the procession atfiicted him beyond measure ; he longed to give sorrow strides, but was forbidden; and he walked and grieved like a fiery horse upon the fret. The slow pace seemed as a slow poison : it has been affirmed that he caught cold upon the occasion ; but whether he did or not, — from that day he took ill, went off' rapidly, as he always did, in a galloping consumption, and died, leaving me, as usual, behind him. In compliance with his last wish, he was furnished with a walking funeral, and, as decency dictated, I followed him to the grave; though in truth it was sacrificing the only opporturity I ever had in the world, of 2:etting before him. COXA^EYANCING. 157 I have been told that, the evening- of his decease, his ap- parition appeared to a first cousin at Penryn, and the same night to his brother at Appleby. I have no particular faith in Ghosts, but this I do most firmly believe, that if any Body had the Spirit to do the distance, in the time, it was the very Spirit of my Step-father ^yalker. rOL'R INSIDE. COXVEYANCING. Oil, London is the place for all In love with loco-motion ! Still to and fro the people go Like billows of the ocean ; IMachine or man, or caravan, Can all be had for paying, ^Then great estates, or heavy weights, Or bodies want conveying. 158 CONVEYANCIKO. There's always hacks about in packs, Wherein you may be shaken, And .lands is not always drunk, Tho' always overtaken ; III racing tricks he'll never mix, His nags are in their last days. Ami sloic to go, allho' they show As if they had their fad days ! 'I'ii.m if you like a single horse, This age is quite a cah-age, A car not quite so small and light As those of our Queen Mah age ; The horses have been hroken well. All danger is rescinded, For some have hroken hoth their kncss, And some are broken winded. If you've a friend at Chelsea end, The stages are worth knowing—- There is a sort, we call 'em shoi-t, Although the longest going — For some will stop at Hatchet t's shop Till you grow faint and sicky, Perched up behind, at last to find Your dinner is all dickey I Long stages run from every yard ; But if you're wise and frugal, You'll never go with any Guard That plays upon the bugle, COXVEYAXCIXG. 159 *•' Ye banks and braes," and other lays, And ditties everlastino-^ Like miners goino- all 3'onr wav, With boring and with hlasting. Instead oi Jounitys, people now }.Iay go upon a Gurneij, AVith steam to do the horses' work, By poicers of attorney ; Tho' with a load it may explode, And you may all be ?^;i-done ! And find you're g-oing up to Heav'n^ Instead of tqD to London ! To speak of every kind of coach, It is not my intention ; But there is still one vehicle Deserves a little mention ; The world a sage has called a stage, "With all its living lumber, And Maltlius swears it alwaj-s bears Above the proper number. The law will transfer house or land For ever and a day hence. For lighter things, watch, brooches, rings, You'll never want conveyance : Ho! stop the thief! my handkerchief! It is no sight for laughter — ' Away it goes, and leaves my nose To join in running after. 160 TAN DEMON S LA>D. A LETTEE FROM A SETTLER FOR LIFE IN VAN DIEMEN's LAND. To Mary, at No 45 Mount Street Grosvenor Square. Dear Mary Littel did I Think wen I advertisd in the Tims for annothcr Plaice of taking wan in Yandemin's land. Bnt so it his and Hear I am araung- Kangerooses and Savidges and other Foniners. ]5ut goverment offering to Ynng Wimmin to Find them in Vittles and Drink and Close and Husbands was turms not to be sneazed at, so I rit to the Outlandish Seckertary and he was so Kind as Grant. Wen this cums to Hand go to Number 22 Pimpernel Plaice And mind and go betwixt Six and sevin For your own Sake cos A LETTER FROM A SETTLER. 101 then the fammilys Having Diner give my kind love to betty Housmad and Say I am safe of my Jurney to Porrin p;irts And [ hope master as never Mist the wine and l)ronght Them into t rubble on My accounts. But I did not Like to leav for Ever And Ever without treeting my Frends and feller servents and Drinking to all their fairwells. In my Elury wen the Bell rung I. forgot to take My own Key out of missis Tekaddy but I hope sum wan had the thought And it is in Good hands but shall Ik obleeged to no. Lickwise thro my Loness of Sperrits my lox of Hares ([uite went out of My lied as was prommist to Be giv to Gorge and Willum and the too Initnien at the too Xext dores But I hop and Trust betty pacifid them with lox of Her hone as I begd to Be dun wen I rit Her from dover. O Maiy wen I furst see the dover Wite clifts out of site wat with squeni- ishnes and Felings I all most repentid givin Ingland warning And had douts if I was goin to better my self. But the stewerd was verry kind tho I (X)uld make Him no returns xcept by Dustin the ship for Him And helpin to wash up his dishes. Their was 50 moor Young "Wimmin of us and By way of passing tim "We agread to tell our Histris of our selves taken by Turns But they all turned out Alick we had All left on acount of Testacious masters xVnd crustacious Mississis and becos the Wurks was too much Eor oar Strenths but betwixt yew and Me the reel truths was beeingElirted with and unpromraist by Bertidus yung men. With sich exampils befour there Minds I wunder sum of them was unprudent enuff to Lissen to the Salers whom are coverd with Pitch but famus for Not stiking to there Wurds. has for Me the Mate chose to be verry Partickler wan nite Setting on a Skane of Hops but I giv him is Anser and lucky I did for Am infourmd he as Got too more Marred Wives in a sate of Biggamy thank Goodness Avan can marry in new Wurlds without mates. Since I have bean in My pressent Sitiation I have had between too and three offers for My Hands and expex 11 162 A LETTLR FROM A SETTLER. tliem Evry day to go to fistcufs about Me this is sura thing lick treating Wiramin as Wimrain ought to be treetid Nun of yoiu sarsy Buchers and Backers as brakes there Prommissis the sam as Pi Crust wen its maid Lite and shivvry And then laffs in lour face and say they can hav anny Gal they lick round the Square. I dont menshun nams but Eddard as drives the Fancy bred will no Wat I mean. As soon as ever the Botes rode to Land I dont agrivate the Truth to say their was haf a duzzin Bows apeace to Hand us out to shoar and sura go so Far as say they was olFered to thro Specking Trumpits afore they left the Shipside. Be that as it May or may Not I am tould We maid a Yerry pritty site all Wauking too and too in our bridle wite Gownds with the Union Jacks afore Us to pay humbel Respex to kernel Arther who behaived verry Gentlenianny and Comple- raentid us on our Hansom apearances and Purlitely sed he Wisht us All in the United States. The Salers was so gallaunt as giv three chcars wen We left there Ship and sed if so be they had not Bean without Canons they Wood have salutid us ail round. Servents mite live Long enuff in Lonnon without Being sich persons of Distinkshun. For my hone Part, cumming amung strangers and Pig in Pokes, prudence Dicktatid not to be askt out At the verry furst cunnning in howsumever All is setteld And the match is aproved oil" by Kernel Arther and the Brightish goverment, who as agiead to giv me away, thems wat I call Honners as we used to Say at wist. Wan thing in My favers was my voice and my noing the song of the Plane Gould King witch the Van Demons had never Herd afore I wood re- curamend all as meens curaming to Bring as menny of the fashingable Songs and Ballets as they Can — and to get sum nolliges of music as fortnately for me I was Abel to by meens of praxtising on Missis Piney Forty wen the faramily Was at ramsgit. of Coarse you and betty Will xpect Me to indulge in Pearsonallitis about mv intendid to tell Yew wat he is lick he is A LETTER FROM A SETTLER. 163 Not at All lick Eddard as driv the Faney bred and Noboddy else yew No. I wood send yew His pictcr Dun by himself only its no more lick Him then Chork is to Cheas. In spit of the Short Tim for Luv to take Eoots I am convinst he is verry Passionet of coarse As to his temper I cant Speck As yet as I hav not Tride it. mary littel did I think too IMunth ago of sending yew Brid Cake and Weddin favers wen I say this I am only Piggering in speach for Yew must Not look for sich Things from this Part of the Wurld I dont mean this by Way of dis- curridgement Wat I meen to say is this If so be Yung Wimmin prefers a state of Silly Bessy they Had better remane ware they was Born but as far as Reel down rite Coarting and no nonsens is concarnd This is the Plaice for my Munny a Gal has only to •cum out hear And theirs duzzens will jump at her like Cox at Gusberris. it will be a reel kindnes to say as Much to Hannah -it 48 and Hester Brown and Peggy Oldfield and partickler poor Charlotte they needent Fear about being Plane for Y'ew may tell Them in this land Faces dont make stumblin Blox and if the Hole cargo was as uggiy As sin Lots wood git marrid. Deer Mary if so Be you feel disposed to cum Out of Your self I will •aford evry Falicity towards your hapiness. I dont want to hurt your Felines but since the Cotchman as giv yew up I dont think Y^ew have annother String to your Bo to say nothink of Not being so young As yew was Ten Yeer ago and faces Will ware •out as Avell as scrubbin brushes, theirs a verry nice yung man is quit a Willin to offer to Y'ew providid you cum the verry Next Yessle for He has Maid up his mind not to Wait beyond the Kupid and Sikey. as the ship is on the Pint of Saling I cant rite Moor at pressent xcept for them has as shily shalying sweat harts to Thretten with cumming to Yandemins And witch will soon sho wether its "Cubbard love or true Love I hav seen Enuff of Bows droping in at suportimc and fiill ingout the next morning lifter borrowin Wans wags. Wen yew see anny Frcnds giv my 11—2 161 A LETTER FEOM A SETTLER. Distant love to Tliera and say IMy being Gone to annother wurld (lont impear my iMemmery but I often Tliinks of Number 22 anil the two Next Dores. yew may Disclose my matterymonial Prospex to betty as we liav always had a Deal of Confidens. And I remane with the Gratest asuranee Your affexionat Frend Susan Gale — as his to be Simco. r.S. Deer mary my Furst Match beeing broke off short hope Yew will not take it 111 but I have Marrid the yung Man as was to Hav waited for Y'ew^ but As yew^ liav never seen one Annother trusts yew will Not take Him to hart or abrade by Eeturn of Postesses he has behaved Perfickly honnerable And has got a vcny United frend of his Hone to be atacht to Yew in lew of Him. adew^ KI>G-DOVES. SONNET. Allegory — A moral vehicle . — Dictionary I HAD a Gig-Horse, and I called him Pleasure, Because on Sundays, for a little jaunt, He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure ; Although be sometimes kicked, and spied asla«nL A SERIO-COMIC REMINISCENCE. l(>i I had a Chaise, and christened it Enjoyment, With yellow body, and the wheels of red. Because 'twas only used for one employment, Xamely, to go wherever Pleasure led. I had a wife, her nickname was Delight ; A son called Frolic, who was never still : Alas ! how often dark succeeds to bright ! Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill, Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite. And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine s Hill / A SEEIO-CO.AIIC REMINISCENCE. It seems but the other day — instead of nearly ten years aoo— that my drawing-room door opened, and the female servant, with a very peculiar expression of countenance, announced a memorable visitor. Shakspeare has enquired " What is there in a name ? " But most assuredly he would have withdrawn the question could he have seen the effect of a patronymic on our Sarah's risible muscles. To render the phenomenon more striking, she was a maiden little addicted to the merry mood : on the contraiy, she was rather more sedate than her age warranted. Her face was of a cast decidedly serious — quiet brow — steady eyes — sober nose — precise mouth, and solemn chin, which she doubled by drawing it in demurely against her neck. The habitual expression of her physiognomj'^ was as grave, short of actual sadness, as human face could assume, reminding you of those set, solid, composed, very decorous visages, that in- ditferent persons put on for the day at a funeral : her very com- plexion was uniformly colourless — pale yet not clear — that slack-haked look which forbids the idea of levity. When she smiled, which was rarely, and in cases where most females of lier years would have indulged m a titter, or excusaljle laugh, it was 166 A SERIO-COMIC REMINISCENCE. the faintest possible npproacli to hilarity — the corners of her mouth curving, if anything a little downwards. Nothing, in fact, less than galvanism, which "sets corpses a-grinning," seemed likely to shock her features into any broad demonstration of jocularity, and yet, lo ! tliere she was, her face shortened by half its length — her mouth stretching from ear to ear, and hardlv able, for a suppressed giggle, to articulate its brief an- nouncement. 1. ';:;)• .EASE, SIK! here's MB. GRIMA.LDI! ! 1 1 I have always considered the above physiognomical miracle — the lighting up of that seemingly impracticable countenance — as the best criticism I have ever seen of the performances of the great Pan of Pantomime : — a most eloquent retrospective review of the triumphs of his genius. It was a glorious illustration of A SERIO-COMIC llEMINISCENCE. 167 the riensures of Memory, to beliold that face so like tlie s a in a (lead calm on a dull day burst suddenly into ripples and radi- ance, like the brook that laughs in the sun. What recollections of exquisite fooling must have rushed into her fancy to convert that Quakerly maiden, as by a stage raetamoi-phosis, into a per- fect figure of fun ! AVhat grotesque fantastic shapes nuist have come tumbling, rolling, crawling, dangling, dancing, prancing, floundering, flopping, striding, sliding, ambling, shambling, scrambling, stumbling, bundling, and trundling into her mind's eye, to so startle her features from their propriety! What face-making faces, with telegraphic brows— rolling, reeling, o-oo-o-linrr. Ogling, hard-winking, and soft-blinking eyes— and grinning, gaping, pinching, puckering mouths must have grunaccd at her to put her steady countenance so out of countenance ! What is there in a name? Why magic ! A serious, quiet, decrepid man had but to announce himself, and Presto! Prestissimo ! before an engineer could cry " Ease her ! stop her ! back her 1 " our Sarah liad retraced her course up the stream of time to the bright wintry gallery nights at the Lane, or the Garden, or the Midsummer Night's Dream at the Wells. Talk of magnetisers ! when did Baron Dupotet, or any of his sect, without pass or manipulation, thus throw a sedate, orderly maiden, into an ecstasy, and set her looking through the back of her head ui the pantomimical experiences of the past? Talk of Laughing Gas ! when was there a facetious fluid so potent that the mere sight of the empty bottle— (for such, alas ! the ex-clown was become)— could throw the ticklesome muscles into meriy convulsions ^ I have often speculated since on Sarah's deportment, when, having ushered " Mr. Grimahli, alias Joe," into the drawing- room, she returned to her kitchen. Of course, in the first flutter and frisk of her animal spirits, she postponed all domestic duties , or, at best, obliviously broke the eggs into the flower IGS A SERIO-COMIC REMINISCENCE, tub, popped the lump of butter into the oven, and secured the rolling-pin in the safe. More probably she dropped herself into the first chair that offered; and tbrowing her apron over her head to shut out the daylight, indulged in a lamplight vision of the drolleries of Mother Goose, or the Sleeping Beauty ; when the frolics of funny Joe had cheated her for awhile of the sorrows of servitude, low wages, a crustaceous mistress, a perjidm young man, and a hard place, with perhaps the bodily pains of a recent scald, a bad bruise, and tight shoes. Xo doubt it had been one of her wishes, born of wonder and curiosity, to see the popular ^lotley off the stage "in his habit as he lived ; " and lo ! be- yond her hope, she had met him face to face without his paint, and been on speaking terms with that marvellous voice, so sparingly heard, even on the stage. For my own part, I confess to have been somewhat unsettled as well as the bewildered maid by pantomimical associations. Slowly and seriously as my visitor advanced, and with a decided stoop, I could not forget that I had seen the same personage come in with two odd eyebrows, a pair of right-and-left eyes, a wry nose, a crooked mouth, two wrong arms, two left legs, and a free and easy body without a bone in it, or apparently any centre of gravity. I was half prepared to hear that rare voice l)reak forth smart as the smack of a waggoner's whip, or richly stick and chuckling, like the utterance of a boy laughing, talking, and eating custard, all at once, but a short interval sufficed to dispel the pleasant illusion, and convinced me that the Grimaldi was a total wreck. " Alas I how changed from him, The life of humour, and the soul of whim."' The lustre of his bright eve was gone — his eloquent face was passive and looked thrown out of work — and bis frame was bowed down by no feigned decrepitude. His melancholy errand to me related to aFarewell Address, which at the invita- EPICUREAN REMIXISCENCES. 1G9 tion of his staunch friend Miss Kelly — for it did not require a request — I had undertaken to indite. He pleaded earnestly that it might be brief, being, he said, " a bad study," as well as dis- trustful of his bodily strength. Of his sufferings he spoke with a sad but resigned tone, expressed deep regret at quitting a pro- fession he delighted in, and partly attributed the sudden break- ing down of his health to the superior size of one particular stage, which required of him a jump extra in getting oil'. That additional bound, like the bittock at the end of a Scotch nule, had, he thought, overtasked his strength. Ilis whole deport- ment and conversation impressed me with the opinion that he was a simple, sensible, warm-hearted being, such indeed as he appears in his Memoirs — a Joseph after Parson Adams's own heart. We shook hands heartily, parted, and I never saw him again. He was a rare practical humorist, and I never look into Eabelais, with its huge-mouthed Gargantua and his enormous appetite for " plenty of links, chitterlings, and puddings," in tiieir season, without thinking that in Grimaldi and his pantomime I have lost mv best set of illustrations of that literary extravaganza. EPICUREAN llEMINISCENCES OF SENTIMENTALIST. " My Tables I Meat it is, / set it down I " — Hami.kt J. THINK it was Spring — but not certain I am — When my passion began first to work ; But I know we were certainly looking for lamb, And the season was over for pork. 'Twas at Christmas, I think, when I met with ]\Iiss Chase, Yes, — for ]\Iorris had asked me to dine, — And I thought I had never beheld such a face» Or so noble a turkev and chine. 170 EPICUREAN REMINISCEN'CES. iMaced close by her side, it made others quite wild, AVith sheer envy to witness my luck ; How she blushed as I gave her some turtle, and smiled As I afterwards oti'ered some duck. I looked and I languished, alas, to my cost. Through three courses of dishes and meats ; Getting deepei in love — but my heart was quite lost. When it came to the tritle and sweets ! With a rent-roll that told of my houses and knd, To her parents I told my designs — And then to herself I presented my hand, With a very tine pottle of pines ! I asked her to have me for weal or for woe, And she did not object in the least ; — I can't tell the date — but we married, I knew, Just in time to have game at the feast. We went to , it certainly was the sea-side; For the next, the most blessed of morns, I remember how fondly I gazed at my bride, Sitting down to a plateful of prawns. Oh ! never may meni'ry lose sight of that year, But still hallow the time as it ought ; That season the " grass " was remarkably dear. And the peas at a guinea a quart. So happy, like hours all our days seemed to liatta, A fond pair, such as poets have drawn, So united in heart — so congenial in taste, "We were both of us partial to brawn ! A long life I looked for of bliss with my bride, But then Death — I ne'er dreamt about that I Oh ! there's nothing is certain in life, as I cried When my turbot eloped with the cat ! EPICUREAN EEMINISCENCES. 171 My dearest took ill at the turn of the year, But the cause no physician could nab ; Eut something it seemed like consumption, I feai"; [t \vas just after supping on crab. In vain she was doctored, in vain she was dosed, Still her strength and her appetite pined ; She lost relish for what she had relished the most. Even salmon she deeply declined I For months still I lingered in hope and in doubt, While her form it grew wasted and thin ! But the last dying spark of existence went out. As the oysters were just coming in ! Slie died, and she left me the saddest of men To indulge in a widower's moan ; Oh ! I felt all the power of solitude then. As I ate my first natives alone ! But when I beheld Virtue's friends in their cloak=, And with sorrowful crape on their hats, Oh ! my grief poured a flood ; and the out-of-dooi folks Were all crying — I think it was sprats ! THIi CITY KEVIKMBRANCEK. 172 SAIXT MARK'S EYE. A TALE OF THE OLDEN TIME. "The Devil choke thee with im ! " — as Master Giles, the Yeoman, said this, he banged down a hand in size and colour .ike a ham, on the old-fashioned oak table; — "I do say the Uevil choke thee with un ! " The Dame made no reply : she was clioking with passion and a fowl's liver — the original cause of the dispute. A great depl lias been said and sung of the advantage of congenial tastes amongst married people, but true it is, the variances of our Kentish couple arose from this very coincidence in gusto. They were both fond of the little delicacy in question, but the Dame had managed to secure the morsel for herself, and this was suffi- cient to cause a storm of very high words — Avhich properly un- derstood, signifies very low language. Their mealtimes seldom passed over without some contention of the sort, — as sure as the knives and forks clashed, so did they — being in fact equally greedy and disagreedy— and when they did pick a quarrel — they picked it to the bone. BOXER AND PIXCHF.K. SAIXT MARK'S EVE. 173 It was reported, that on some occasions they had not even contented themselves with hard speeches, but they had come to scuffling — he taking- to boxing, and she to pinching— though in a far less amicable manner than is practised by the takers of snufF. On the present difference, however, they were satisfied with "wishing each other dead with all their hearts "—and there seemed little doubt of the sincerity of tlie aspiration, on looking at their malignant faces,--for they made a horrible picture in this frame of mind. Now it happened that this quarrel took place on the morning of St. Mark, — a Saint who was supposed on that Festival to favour his Votaries with a peep into the Book of Fate. For it was the popular belief in those days, that if a person should keep watch towards midnight, beside the church, the apparitions of all those of the parish who were to be taken by Death before the next anniversary, would be seen entering the porch. The Yeo- man, like his neighbours, believed most devoutly in this super- stition—and in the very moment that he breathed the unseemly aspii-ation aforesaid, it occurred to him, that the Even was at hand, when by observing the rite of St. Mark, he might know to a certainty whether this nnchristian wish was to be one of those that bear fruit. Accordmgly, a little before midnight he stole quietly out of the house, and in something of a Sexton-like spirit set forth on his way to the Church. In the mean time the Dame called to mind the same ceremo- nial; and having the like motive for curiosity with, her husband, she also put on her cloak and calash, and set out, though by a different path, on the same errand. The night of the Saint was as dark and chill as the mysteries he was supposed to reveal, the moon throwing but a short occa- sional glance, as the sluggish masses of cloud were driven slowly across her face. Thus it fell out that our two adventui-ers were quite unconscious of being in company, till a sudden glimnse of 174 SAINT MARK'S EYE moonlight showed them, to each other, oniy a few yards apart ; both, through a natural panic, as pale as Ghosts, and bolli making eagerly towards the church porch. ^luch as they had just wished for this vision, they could not help quaking and stopping on the spot, as if turned to a pair of tombstones, and in this position the dark again threw a sudden curtain over them, and they disappeared from each other. It will be supposed the two came only to one conclusion, each conceiving that St. ]\Iark had marked the other to himself. With this comfortaljle knowledge, the widow and widower elect hied home again by the roads they came ; and as their custom was to sit apart after a quarrel, they repaired, each ignorant of the other's excursion, to separate chambers. SECOND SIGHT, SAINT MARK'S EYE. 175 IJy-and-by, being called to supper, instead of sulking as afore- time, they came down together, each being secretly in the best iiumour, though mutually suspected of the worst : and amongst other things on the table, there was a calf's sweetbread, beinu" one of those very dainties that had often set them together by the ears. The Dame looked and longed, but she refrained from its appropriation, thinking within herself that she could give up sweeihi-eads for one 7/ ear : and the Farmer made a similar re- flection. After pushing the dish to and fro several times, by a <^ommon impulse they divided the treat ; and then having sup- ped, they retired amicably to rest, whereas until then, they had never gone to bed without falling out. The tmth was, each looked upon the other as being already in the church-yard mould, or quite "moulded to their wish." On the morrow, which happened to be the Dame's birthday, the Farmer w^as the first to wake, and Jaiowbig what he kneio, and having besides but just roused himself out of a dream strictly confirmatory of the late vigil, he did not scruple to salute his wife, and wisn her many happy returns of the day. The wife, ieho knew as much as he, very readily wished him the same, having in truth but just rubbed out of her eyes the pattern of a widow's bonnet that had been submitted to her in her sleep. She took care, however, to give the fowl's liver at dinner to the doomed man, cousidering that when he was dead and gone, she oould have them, if she pleased, seven days in the week ; and the Farmer, on his part, took care to help her to many tid-bits. Their feeling towards each other was that of an impatient host with regard to a.i unwelcome guest, showing scarcely a bare civility while in expectation of his stay, but overloading him with hospitality when made certain of his departure. In this manner they went on for some six months, and though without any addition of love between them, and as much selfishness as ever, yet living in a subservience to the comforts and inclina- 170 SAINT MAEK'S EVE. t.ions of each other, sometimes not to be found even amongst couples of sincere!" affections. There were as many causes lor quarrel as ever, but every day it became less worth Avhile to quarrel ; so letting by-gones be by-gones, they were indifferent to the present, and thought only of the future, considering each Other (to adopt a common phrase) " as good as dead." "let by-goxks be by-go^es." Ten months wore away, and the Farmer's birthday arrived in its turn. The Dame, who had passed an uncomfortable night, having dreamt, in truth, that she did not much like herself in mourning, saluted him as soon as the day dawned, and with a sish wished him many years to come. The Farmer repaid her in kind, the sigh included ; his own visions having been of the painful sort, for he had dreamt of having a headache from wearing a black hatband, and the malady still clung to him when awake. The whole morning was spent in silent meditation and melan- choly on both sides, and when dinner came, although the most SAINT MARK'S EVE. 177 favourite dishes were upon the table, they could not eat. The Farmer, resting his elbows upon the board, with Ms face between his hands, gazed wistfully on his wife, — scooping her eyes, as it were, out of their sockets, stripping the flesh off her cheeks, and in I'ancy converting her whole head into a mere Caput Mortuum. The Dame, leaning back in her high arm-chair, regarded the Yeoman quite as ruefully, — by the same process of imagination picking his sturdy bones, and bleaching his ruddy visage to the complexion of a plaster cast. Their minds travelling in the same direction, and at an equal rate, arrived together at the same reflection ; but the Farmer was the first to give it utterance : " Thee'd be missed, Dame, if thee were to die ! " The Dame started. Although she had nothing but Death at that moment before her eycs, she was far from dreaming of her own exit, and at this rebound of her thoughts against herself, slie felt as if an extra cold coffin-plate had been suddenly nailed on her chest ; recovering, however, from the first shock, her thoughts flowed into their old channel, and she retorted in the same spirit :— " I wish, Master, thee may live so long as I ! " The Farmer, in his own mind, wished to live rather longer ; for, at the utmost, he considered that his wife's bill of mortality had but two months to run. The calculation made him sorrow- ful ; during the last few months she had consulted his appetite, bent to his humour, and dove-tailed her own inclinations into nis, in a manner that could never be supplied ; and he thought of her, if not in the language, at least in the spirit of the Lady in Lalla Rookh — " I never taught a bright Gazelle To watch me with its dark black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die I " His vv'ife, from being at first useful to him, had become agree- able, and at last dear ; and as he contemplated her approachni^ fate, he could not help thinking out audibly, " that he should 12 178 ST. MARK'S EYE. be a lonesome man when she was gone." The Dame, this time, heard the survivorship foreboded without starting ; but she mar- velled much at what she thought the infatuation of a doomed man. So perfect was her faith in the infallibility of St. ]\]ark, that she had even seen the symptoms of mortal disease, as pal- pable as plague spots, on the devoted Yeoman. Giving his body up, therefore, for lost, a strong sense of duty persuaded her, that it was imperative on her, as a Christian, to warn the unsuspecting Farmer of his dissolution. Accordingly, with a solemnity adapted to the subject, a tenderness of recent growth, and a Memento Mori face, she broached the matter in the fol- lowing question — " Master, how bee'st ? " "As hearty. Dame, as a buck," — the Dame shook her head, — " and I wish thee the like," — at which he shook his head himself. A dead silence ensued: the Farmer was as unprepared as ever. There is a great fancy for breaking the truth by dropping it gently, — an experiment which has never answered any more than with Ironstone China. The Dame felt this, and tliinking it better to throw the news at her husband at once, she told him in as many words, that he was a dead man. It was now the Yeoman's turn to be staggered. By a parallel course of reasoning, he had just wrought himself up to a similar disclosure, and the Dame's death-warrant was just ready upon his tongue, when he met with his own despatch, signed, sealed and delivered. Conscience instantly pointed out the oracle from which she had derived the omen, and he turned as pale as " the pale of society " — the colourless complexion of late hours. St. Martin had numbered his years ; and the remainder days seemed discounted by St. Thomas. Like a criminal cast to die, he doubted if the die was cast, and appealed to his wife : — " Thee hast watched, Dame, at the church porch, then ? '* "Av, Master." ST. MASK'S EYE. 179 •And thee didst see me spirituously ? '* " In the brown wrap, with the boot hose. Thee were coming to the clmrch, by Fainhorn Gap ; in the while I were coming by the Holly Hedge "—For a minute the Farmer paused— bu't the next, he burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter ; peal after peal— and each higher than the last,— according to the hysterical gamut of the hy^na. The poor woman had but one explanation for this phenomenon— she thought it a delirium.— a lightening before death, and was beginning to wi-ing her hands, and lament, when she was checked by the merry Yeoman :— " Dame, thee bee'st a fool. It was I myself thee seed at the church porch. I seed thee too,— with a notice to quit upon thy face— but, thanks to God, thee bee'st a-living, and that is more than I cared to say of thee this day ten-month ! " The Dame made no answer. Her heart was too full to speak, but throwing her arms round her husband, she showed that she shared in his sentiment. And from that hour, by practising a careful abstinence from offence, or a temperate sufferance of its appearance, they became the most united couple in the county,— but it must be said, that their comfort was not complete till they had seen each other, in safety, over the perilous anniversary of St. Mark's Eve. 12—2 iAK A.SU KOK-BIiJI 180 I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN. "Double, single, and the rub."— HOYLE. •' This, this is Solitude."— Byron. I. Well, I confess, I did not guess A simple mamage vow Would make me find all womenkiud Such unkind women now ! They need not, sure, as distant be As Java or Japan, — Yet every Miss reminds me this — I'm not a single man ! II. Once they made choice of my bass voice To share in each duett ; So well I danced, I somehow chanced To stand in every set : They now declare I cannot sing, And dance on Bruin's plan ; ;Me di-aw ! — me paint ! — me anything ! — I'm not a single man ! 111. Once I was asked advice, and tasked What works to buy or not. And " would I read that passage out I so admired in Scott ? " Thev then could bear to hear one read ; liut if I now began, How they would snub " My pretty page 1 I'm not a single man ! I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN. 281 IV. One used to stitch a collar then, Another hemmed a frill ; I had more purses netted then Than I could hope to fill. [ once could get a button on, But now I never can — My buttons then were Bachelor's, — I'm not a single man ! V. Oh how they hated politics Thrust on me by papa : But now my chat — they all leave that To entertain mamma. Mamma, who praises her own self, Instead of Jane or Ann, And lays " her girls " upon the shelf — I'm not a single man ! VI. Ah me, how strange it is the change, In parlour and in hall ! They treat me so, if I but go To make a morning call. If they had hair in papers once, Bolt up the stairs they ran ; They now sit still in dishabille — I'm not a single man ! VII. Miss Mary Bond was once so fond Of Eomans and of Greeks , She daily sought my cabinet, To study my antiques. 1S2 I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN. Well, now she doesn't care a dump For ancient pot or pan, Her taste at once is modernised — I'm not a single man ! VII 1. My spouse is fond of homely life. And all that sort of thing ; I go to balls without my wife. And never wear a ring : And yet each Miss to whom 1 come. As strange as Genghis Khan, Knows by some sign, I can't divine, — I'm not a single man I IX. Go where I will, I but intrude ; I'm left in crowded rooms, Like Zimmerman on Solitude, Or Hervey at his Tombs. From head to heel, they make me feel Of quite another clan ; Compelled to own, though left alone, I'm not a single man ! X. Miss Towne the toast, though she can boast A nose of Roman line, Will turn up even that in scorn Of compliments of mine : She should have seen that I have been Her sex's partisan, And really married all I could — I'm not a single man I I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN 183 XI. 'Tis hard to see how others fare, Whilst I rejected stand, — Will no one take my arm because They cannot have my hand ? Miss Parry, that for some would go A trip to Hindostan, With me don't care to moinit a stair — I'm not a single man 1 XII. Some change, of course, should be in fortjs, But, surely, not so much — There may be hands I may not squeeze. But must I never touch ? — Must I forbear to hand a chair And not pick up a fan ? But I have been myself picked up — I'm not a single man ! XIII. Others may hint a lady's tint Is purest red and white — May say her eyes are like the skies. So very blue and bright, — I must not say that she has ey^A ; Or, if I so began, I have my fears about my ears, — I'm not a single man ! XIV. I must confess I did not guess A simple marriage vow. Would make me find all womenkind Such unkind women now ; — ISi A GREEXWICn PEXSIOXER. I might be hashed to death, or smashed By ^Ir. Picktbrd's van, AVithout, I fear, a single tear. I'm not a sinde man ! BACHELOR OF HKARTS. A GREENWICH PENSIONER Is a sort of stranded marine animal, that the receding tide of life has left high and dry on the shore. He pines for his ele- ment like a T^a Bear, and misses his briny washings and wet- tings. What the ocean could not do, the land does, foi it makes him sick : he cannot digest properly unless his body is rolled and tumbled about like a baiTel-churn. Terra firma is good enough he thinks to touch at for wood and water, but no- thing more. There is no wind, he swears, ashore — every day of his life is a ckad calm, — a thing above all others he detests — he would like it better for an occasional earthquake. Walk he cannot, the ground being so still and steady that he is puzzled to keep his legs ; and ride he will not, for he disdains a craft whose rudder is forwai'd and not astern. A GREENWICH PEXSIOXER. 185 Inland scenery is his especial aversion. He despises a tree *' before the mast," and would give all the singing birds of Creation for a Boatswain's whistle. He hates prospects, but enjoys retrospects. An old boat, a stray anchor, or decayed mooring ring, will set him dreaming for hours. He splices sea and land ideas together. He reads of " shooting off a tie at Battersea," and it reminds him of a ball carrymg away his own pigtail. " Canvassing for a situation," recalls running with all sails set for a station at Aboukir. He has the advantage of our Economists as to the " Standard of Value," knowing it to be the British ensign. The announcement of " an arrival of foreign vessels, with our ports open," claps him into a Paradise of prize money, with Poll of the Flnt. He wonders some- times at " petitions to be discharged from the Pket," but sympathises with those in the Marshalsea Court, as subject to a Sea Court Martial. Finally, try him even in the learned lan- guages, by asking him for the meaning of " Georgius Rex," and he will answer, without hesitation, " The wrecks of the Eoyal Georsfe." ^ -x/-' A OaKENWICH PEJfSIONEE. 186 "XA^m>y^;^!' KNJOTIA'G THB " TAILS OF MT LAXDLOED. THE BURNING OF THE LOVE LETTER. " Sometimes tuey were put to the yrooi. by what was i^alled the Fiery Ordeal," — IIisT. Exg. No morning ever seemed so long ! — I tried to read with all my miglit ; In ray left hand " My Landlord's Tales," And threepence ready in my right, 'Twas twelve at last — my heart beat high !- The Postman rattled at the door ! — And just upon her road to church, I di-opt the " Bride of Lammermoor ! " SKETCHES ON THE ROAD. 187 I seized the note — I flew up stairs — Fluno-.to the door, and locked me in — With panting haste I tore the seal— And kissed the B in Benjamin ! 'Twas full of love — to rhyme with dove — And all that tender sort of thins: — Of sweet and meet — and heart and dart — But not a word about a riiio- ! In doubt I cast it in the flame, And stood to watch the latest spark — And saw the love all end in smoke — Without a Parson and a Clerk ! SKETCHES ON THE ROAD. THE DILEMMA Read! it's very easy to say read." — Thk Burgomastrr, I have trusted to a reed." — Old Pkovkub. " Hoy !— Cotch ! — Co-ach ! — Coachy !—Coachee— hullo !- holloo ! — woh! — wo-hoay ! — wough-hoaeiouy ! " — for the last cry was a waterman's, and went all through the vowels. The Portsmouth llocket pulled up, and a middle-aged, do- mestic-looking woman, just handsome enough for a plain cook at an ordinary, was deposited on the dicky ; two tnmks, three bandboxes, a bundle, and a hand-basket, were stowed in the hind boot. " This is where I'm to go to," she said to the guard, putting into his hand a slip of paper. The guard took the 188 SKETCHES OX THE ROAD. paper, looked hard at it, right side npvrards, then upside down, and then he looked at the back ; he in the mean time seemed to examine the consistency of the fabric between his finger and thumb ; he approached it to his nose as if to smell out its mean- ing ; I even thought that he was going to try the sense of it by tasting, when by a sudden jerk, he gave the label with its direction to the winds, and snatching up his key-bugle began to play " Oh where, and oh where," with all his breath. I defy the metaphysicians to explain by what vehicle I travelled to the conclusion that the guard could not read, but I felt as morally sure of it as if I had examined him in his a — b — ab. It was a prejudice not very liberal ; but yet it clung to me, and fancy persisted in sticking a dunce's cap on his head. Shakspeare says that " he who runs may read," and I had seen him run a good shilling's worth after an umbrella that dropped from the coach ; it was a presumptuous opinion therefore to fonn, but I formed it notwithstanding — that lie was a perfect stranger to all those booking-offices where the clerks are school* masters. Morally speaking, I had no earthly right to clap an ideal Saracen's Head on his shoulders ; but, for the life of me, I could not persuade myself that he had more to do with literature than the Blue Boar. Women are naturally communicative : after a little while tho female in the dicky brought up, as a military man woidd say, her reserve, and entered into recitative with the guard durinj4 the pauses of the key-bugle. She informed him in the course ol conversation, or rather dicky gossip, that she was an invaluable servant, and, as such, had been bequeathed by a deceased master to the care of one of his relatives at Putney, to exert her vigil- ance as a housekeeper, and to overlook everything for fifty pounds a year. " Such places," she remarked, " is not to be found eveiy day in the year." The last sentence was prophetic ! SKETCHES ON THE ROAD, 1S9 "If it's Putney," said the guard, "it's tlic very place we're going tln-ough. Hold hard, Tom, the young woman wants to get down." Tom immediately pulled up ; the young woman did get down, and her two trunks, three bandboxes, her bundle, and her hand-basket, were ranged round her. " I've had a very pleasant ride," she said, giving the fare with a smirk and a courtesy to the coachman, '' and am very much obliged," — drop- ping a second courtesy to the guard, — " for other civilities. The boxes and things is quite correct, and won't give further trouble, Mr. Guard, except to be as good as pint out the house I'm going to." The guard thus appealed to, for a moment stood all aghast ; but at last his wits came to his aid, and he gave the following lesson in geography. " You're all right — ourn a'n't a short stage, and can't go round setting people down at their own doors ; but you're safe enough at Putney — don't be alarmed, my dear — you can't go out of it. It's all Putney, from the bridge we've just come over, to that windmill you almost can't see t'other side of the common." " But, Mr. Guard, I've never been in Putney before, and it seems a scrambling sort of a place. If the coach can't go round with me to the house, can't you stretch a pint and set me down in sight of it ? " " It's impossible— that's the sum total ; this coach is timed to a minute, and can't do more for outsides if they was all kings of England." " I see how it is," said the female, bridling up, while the coachman, out of patience, prepared to do quite the reverse; " some people are very civil, while some people are setting beside 'em in dickies ; but give me the paper again, and I'll find my own ways." " It's chucked away," said the guard as the coach got into motion; "but just ask the first man you meet — anybody will tell vou." 190 SKETCHES ON THE ROAD. " But I don't know who or where to ask for," screamed the lost w^oman after the flying Rocket ; " I can't read ; but it was all down in the paper as is chucked away." A loud flourish of the bugle to the tune of " My Lodging is on the Cold Ground " was the only reply : and as long as the road remained straight, I could see " the Bewildered Maid " standing in the midst of her baggage, as forlorn as Eve, when, according to Milton, " The world was all before her, where to choose Her place — ' TBE OrEMSG OF IIILIOX'S PABADISK I.OaT. ih: THK MOOK IS ON THE WAIN, THE APPAEITION, In the dead of the night, when from beds that are turfy, The spirits rise up on old cronies to call, Came a shade from the shades on a visit to ^lurphy, Who had not foreseen such a visit at all. " Don't shiver and shake," said the mild Apparition, " I'm come to your bed with no evil design ; I'm the Spirit of Moore, Francis Moore the Physician, Once great like yourself in the Almanack line. Like you I was once a great prophet on weather, And deemed to possess a more prescient knack Than dogs, frogs, pigs, cattle, or cats, all together, The donkeys that bray, and the dillies that quack. 192 CHE APPARITION. "With joy, then, as ashes retain former passiou, 1 saw my old mantle lugg'd out from the shelf, Turn'd, trimmed, and brushed up, and again brought in fashion, I seem'd to be almost reviving myself! But, oh ! from my joys there was soon a sad canlle— As too many cooks make a mull of the broth — To find that two Prophets were under my mantle, And pulling two ways at the risk of the cloth. Unless you would meet with an awkwardish tumble, Oh ! join like the Siamese twins in your jumps ; Just fancy if Faith on her Prophets should stumble, The one in his clogs, and the other in pumps ! But think how iVe people would worship and wonder. To find you "hail itllows, well met," in your hail, [n one tune with your rain, and your wind and your thun br. " 'Fore God," they would cry, "they are both in a tale ! " Consider the hint KATHJsK Oil iX Tllii W£AXUJt.ii 1S3 THE DISCOVERY. *' Ii's a nasty evening," said ;Mr. Dornton, the stockbroker, as he settled himself in the last inside place of the last iHilhani coach, driven by our old friend Mat — an especial friend in need, be it remembered, to the fair sex. " I wouldn't be outside," said Mr. Jones, another stockbioker, " for a triile." "Nor I, as a speculation in options," said Mr. Parsons, another frequenter of the Alley. " I wonder what Mat is waiting for," said Mr. Tidwell, " for we are full inside and out." yiv. Tidwell's doubt Avas soon solved, — the coach-door opened and Mat somewhat ostentatiously enquired, what indeed he very well knew — " I believe every place is took up inside ? " " We're all here," answered Mr. Jones, on behalf of the usual complement of old stagers. " I told you so, Ma'am," said Mat, to a female who stood beside him, but still leaving the door open to an invitation from within. However, nobody spoke — on the contrary, I felt Mr. Hindmarsh, my next neighbour, dilating himself like the frog in the fable. " I don't know what I shall do," exclaimed the woman ; " I've nowhere to go to, and it's rainhig cats and dogs ! " " You'd better not hang about, anyhow," said Mat, for you may ketch your death, — and I'm the last coach, — aint I, Mr. Jones ? " " To be sure you are," said Mr. Jones, rather impatiently ; *' shut the door." " I told the ladv the gentlemen couldn't make room for her," 191 THE DISCOVERY. answered ^lat, in a lone of apology, — " I'm very sorry, my dear " (turning towards the female), "you should have my scat, if you could hold the ribbons — but such a pretty one as you ought to have a coach of her own." He began slowly closing the door. " Stop, Mat, stop 1 " cried Mr. Dornton, and the door quickly unclosed again ; " I can't give up my place for I'm expected home to dinner; but if the lady wouldn't object to sit on my knees " " Not the least in the world," answered Mat, eagerly ; " you won't object, will you, Ma'am, for once in a way, with a married gentlem.an, and a wet night, and the last coach on the road? " " If I thought I shouldn't uncommode," said the lady, pre- cipitately furling her wet umbrella, which she handed in to one f]^entleman, whilst she favoured another with her muddy pattens. She then followed herself. Mat shutting the door behind her, in sucli a manner as to help her in. " I'm sure I'm obliged for the favour," she said, looking round ; " but which gentleman was so kind? " " It was I who had the pleasure of proposing. Madam," said Mr. Dornton: and before he pronounced the last word she was in his lap, with an assurance that she would sit as light- some as she could. Both parties seemed very well pleased with the arrangement ; but to judge according to the rules of Lavater, the rest of the company were but ill at ease. For my own part, I candidly confess I was equally out of humour with myself and the person who had set me such an example of gallantry. I, who had read the lays of the Troubadours — the awards of the old " Courts of Love," — the lives of the " preux Chevaliers " — the history of Sir Charles Grandison — to be outdone in courtesy to the sex by a married stockbroker ! How I grudged him the honour she conferred upon him — hew I envied his feelings ! THE DISCOVERY. 195 I did not stand alone, I suspect, in tliis unjustifiable jealousy Messrs. Jones, Hindmarsh, Tidwell, and Tarsons, seemed equally disinclined to forgive the chivalrous act which had, as true knights, lowered all our crests and blotted our scutcheons, and cut oil:' our spurs. Many an unfair gibe was launched at the champion of the fair, and when he attempted to enter into con- versation w ith the lady, he was inteiTupted by incessant questions of "What is stirring in the Alley?" — "What is doing in Dutch ? " — " How are the Eentes ? " To all these questions Mr. Dornton incontinently returned business-like answers, according to the last Stock Exchange quotations ; and he was in the middle of an elaborate enumera- tion, that so and so was very firm, and so and so very low, and this rather brisk, and that getting up, and operations, a. id fluctuations, and so forth, when somebody enquired about Spanish Bonds. "They are looking up, my dear,'" answered Mr. Dornton, somewhat abstractedly ; and before the other stockbrokers had done tittering the stage stopped. A bell was rung, and whilst jNIat stood beside the open coach-door, a staid female in a calash and clogs, with a lantern in her hand, came clattering pompously down a front garden. " Is Susan Pegge come? " enquired a shrill voice. " Yes, I be," replied the lady who had been dry nursed from town ; — " are you, Ma'am, number ten. Grove Place ? " " This is Mr. Doniton's," said the dignified woman in the hood advancing her lantern, — " and — mercy on us ! you're in master's lap ! " A shout of laughter from five of the inside passengers cor- roborated the assertion, and like a literal cat out of the bag, the ci-devant lady, forgetting her umbrelhl and her pattens, bolted out of the coach, and wdth feline celerity rushed up the garden, and down the area, of nui ber ten. 13—2 196 THE DISCOVERY. *' Renounce the woman!" suid Dr. Dornton, as he scuttlerl out of the stage — " "Why the devil didn't she tell me she was tlie new cook ? " ,^^7i^^ ^£f^ ^ A>' U>EXPECTKD MEETING. 197 A DAY*S SPORT ON THE MOOKS. LITTLE OT.— AN APEICAN FACT. It was July the First, and the great hill of llowth Was bearing by compass sow- west and by south, And the name of the ship was the Peggy of Cork, Well freighted with bacon and butter and pork. Kow, this ship had a captain, Macmorris by name, And little O'Patrick was mate of the same; For Bristol they sailed, but by nautical scope, Tiiey contrived to be lost by the Cape of Good Hope. 198 LITTLE O'P.— AX AFRICAN FACT. Of all the Cork boys that the vessel could boast, Only little OP. made a swim to the coast ; And when he revived from a sort of a trance, He saw a big Black with a very long lance. Says the savage, says he, in some Hottentot tonuiif*, ** Bash Kuku my gimmel bo gumborry bung I " Then blew a long shell, to the friglit of our eh", And down came a hundred as black as liimself. They brought with them f/uattiil, and pieces of klam, The tirst was like beef, and the second like lamb ; *' Don't I know," said O'P., " what the wretches are at ? They're intending to eat me as soon as I'm fat ! " Jn terror of coming to pan, spit, or pot, His rations o'i jarbul he suii'er'd to rot ; He would not io\\c\i purry or doolbcrrij-llk, But kept \i.\m?>t\i groic'uifj as thm as a siick. Though broiling the climate, and parching with ih-outh, He would not let cJiobbcry enter his mouth, But kicked down the knifj shell, tho' sweetened with nait,- •' I an't to be p'soned the likes of a rat ! " At last the great Joddnj got quite in a rage, And cried, " mi pitticum dambally nage ! The chobbertj take, and put back on the shelf, Or give me the knig shell, I'll drink it niysel:"! The doolberrjj-Uk is the best to be had. And the jjiirri/ (I chew'd it myself) is not bad ; The jarbul is iresh, for I saw it cut out, And the Buk that it came from is grazing aboui. My jiuiibo ! but run off to ])illery Xang, And tell her to put on Xm^v jigrjer and tang, And go with the Bloss to the man of the sea. And say that she comes as his iruhcal from me. ' THE DEBUTANTE. 199 Now Billery Nang was as Black as a sweep, With thick curly hair like tlie wool of a sheep, And the moment he spied her, said little O'P., ** Sure the Divil is dead, and his Widow's at me I '* But when, in the blaze of her Hottentot charms, She came to accept him for life in her arms. And stretched her thick lips to a broad grin of love, A Raven preparing to bill like a Dove, With a soul full of dread he declined the grim bliss, Stopped her Molyneux arms, and eluded her kiss ; At last, fairly foiled, she gave up the attack, And Joddnj began to look blacker than black ; "By Mumbo 1 by Jumbo ! — why here is a man That won't be made happy, do all that I can ; He will not be married, lodged, clad, and well ^a.^.. Let the Rham take his shamjwaiKj and chop off his head ! " THE DEBUTANTE. " Inside or out. Ma'am? " asked the coachman, as he stood civilly with the door in his hand. "H' YOU please, I'll try m first," answered tlie woman, pok in::; in an umbrella before her, and then a pair of pattens — " I'm not used to coaching, and don't think I could keep myself on the top." In she came, and after some floundering, having first tried two gentlemen's Lips, she found herself in the centre of the front seat, where she composed herself, with something of the air of a Catherine Hayes, getting- into a sledge for a trip to Tyburn. Except for her fear, which literally made a fright of lier, I should have called her a pretty-looking woman, — but the faces she pulled were horrible. As the cad enclosed her 1 uggag? in the hind-boot with a smart slam, her features underwent an 200 THE DEBUTANTE. actual spasm ; and I heard her whisper to herself, " somethink broke." As she spoke thus, she started on her feet, and the horses doing the same thing at the same moment, the timid female found herself suddenly hugging the strange gentleman opposite, for which she excused herself by saying, " she wasn't accustomed to be so carried away." Down she plumped again in her old place, but her physiog- nomy didn't improve. She seemed in torture, as if broken, not upon one wheel, but upon four. Her eyes rolled, her eyebrows worked up and down, as if trying to pump out tears that woukln't come, — her lips kept going like a rabbit's, though she had nothing to eat, and I fancied I could hear her grinding her teeth. Her hands, meanwhile, convulsively graspeii a bundle on her lap, till something like orauge-juice squeezed out be- tween her fingers. When the coach went on one side, she clutched the arm of whichever of her neighbours sat highest, and at a pinch she laid hold of both. At last she saddenly turned pale, and somewhat hastily I suggested that she perhaps did not prefer to ride backwards. " If it's all the same to you, Sir, I should really be glad to change seats." The removal was eftected, not without some difficulty, for she contrived to tread on all our feet, and hang on all our necks, before she could subside. It was managed, however, and there we sat again, vis-a-vis, if such a phrase may be used where one visage was opposed to visages innumerable ; for if her face was her fortune, she screwed as much out of it as she could. She hardly needed to speak, but she did so after a short interval. " I hope you'll excuse, but I can't ride forrards neither." " The air's what you wan't. Ma'am," said a stout gentleman in the corner. " Yes, I think that would revive me," said the female, witli what the musicians call a veiled voice, through her handkerchief. THE DEBUTANTE. 201 " Let the lady out!" squealed a little man, who sat on her left, whilst a stout gentleman on her right, after looking in vain for a check-string, gave a pull at the corner of the skirt of a gveat-coat that hung over the window, almost pulling the owner off the roof. The Chronometer stopped. " It's the lady," said the little man to the coachman, as the latter appeared at the door ; " she wants to he inside out." "It's as the gentleman says," added the female; "I an't quite myself, hut I don't want to affect the fare. You shan't be any loser, for I'll discharge in full." "There's the whole dicky to yourself, Ma'am," said the coachman, with something like a wink, and after some scuffling and scrambling, we felt her seating herself on the " back- o-ammon board" as if she never meant to be taken ui). o " It seems ungallant," said the little man, as we got into motion again; "but I think women oughtn't to travel, par- ticularly in what are called short stages, for they're certain to make them long ones. First of all, they have been told to make sure of the right coach, and they spell it all over, from * Home and Co.' and ' licensed to carry,' to No. nine thousand, fourteen hundred and nine. Tiien they never believe the cads. If one cries * Hackney,' they say 'that means Camberwell, and I've had enough of getting into wrong stages.' Then they have to ascertain it's the tirst coach, and when it wRl start exactly, and when they're sure of both points, they're to be hunted for in a pastry-cook's shop, and out of that into a fruiterer's. At last you think you have 'em— but no such thing. All the lug- gage is to be put in under their own eyes — there's a wrangle, of course, about that, — and when they're all ready, with one foot on the step, they've been told to make th^.ir bargain with the coachman before they get in." " My own mother to a T," exclaimed the fat man ; " she agreed with a iiy-iu:in, at B'igliton, to convey her to the Devil's 202 THE DEBUTANTE. Dyke for twelve sliillings ; but when it came to setting off, she couldn't resist the spirit of haggling. Says she, ' AYhat'll you take me to the Devil for, without the Dyke? A loud scream interrupted any further illustration of female travelling, and again the Chronometer stopped, losing at the rate of ten miles in the hour. We all had a shrewd guess at the cause, but the little man nevertheless thought proper to pop Ids little head out of the window, and enquire with a big voice " What the plague we were stopping for ? " " It's the ladij agin, Sir," said the coachman, in a dissatisfied tone. " She says the dicky shakes so, she's sure it will come oft' : but it's all right now — I've got her in front." " It's very well," said the little man, " but if I travel with a woman again in a stage " " Poo ! poo ! — consider your own wife," said the stout man ; " women can't be stuck in garden-pots and tied to sticks ; tliey must come up to London now and then. She'll be very com- fortable in front." " I wish she may," said the little man, rather tartly, " but it's hard to suit the sex ; " — and, as if to confirm the sentence, the coach, after proceeding about a mile, came again to a full stop. " I'm very sorry, gentlemen," said the coachman, with a touch of his hat, as he looked in at the window, " but she won't do in front ! " " Just like 'em ! " muttered the little man, " ihe devil himself can't please a woman." " I should think," suggested the stout man, " if you were to give her the box seat, with your arm well round her waist." " No, I've tried that," said the coachman, shaking his head ; " it did pretty well over the level, but we're coming on a hid, md she can't face it." " Set her down at once, bag and baggage," said the little man ; " I've an appointment at one," THE DEBUTANTE. 203 "Ami for my part," said a gentleman in black, " if there's any delay, I g-ive you legal notice I shall hire a chaise at the expense of the coach proprietors." " That's just it, curse her," said the perplexed coachman, de- liberately taking off his hat, that he might have a scratch at his head ; " she's had her pick, outside and in, back and front, and it's no use of course to propose to her to sit astride on the pole." " Oh Eve ! Eve ! Eve ! " exclaimed the little man, who seemed to owe the sex some peculiar grudge. The man in black looked at his watch. The coachman pulled out a handful of silver, and began to count out a portion, preparatory to offering to return the woman her fare if she would get down — when a cheering voice hailed him from above. " It's all right, Tom — jump up — the lady's creeping into the boot." " She won't like that, I guess," muttered Tom to himself, but in a second the money jingled back into his pocket, and he was on his box in the twinkling of an eye. Away went the coach over the brow of the hill, and began to spin down the descent with an impetus increasing at every yard. The wheels rattled — tne chains jingled — the horse-shoes clattered — and the maid in the boot shrieked like a maid in Eedlam. ** Poor thing ! " ejaculated the stout gentleman. The little man grinned — villanously like an ape. The man in black pretended to be asleep. Meanwhile her screams increased in volume, and ascended in pitch — interrupted only by an occasional "oh Lord ! " and equiva- lent ejaculations. It was piteous to hear her; but there was no help for it. To stop the coach was impossible ; it had pressed upon the horses till, in spite of all the coachman's exertions, th^-y broke into a gallop, and it required his utmost efforts to keep them together. An attempt to puli up would have upset us, as 20 1 THE DEBUTxV2n'TE. sure as fate ; luckily for us all Tom did not make tlie experi- ii'.ent, and the Chronometer, after running down one hid and half way up auollicr, was stopped without accident. " How's the lady ? " asked the stout man, anxiously thrusting his head and shoulders out at one window, whilst I acted the same part at the other ; and, as the sufferer got down on ray side of the coach, my curiosity was first gratified. Never was figure more forlorn : her face was as pale as ashes, and her hair hung about it in all directions through heat and fright — her eyes as crazy as her hair, and her muuth wide open. " How's the lady ? " repeated the stout gentleman. As for her straw bonnet, it was like Milton's Death, of no particular shape at all, flat where it shouUl have been full, square where it ought to have been round, turned up instead of down, and down instead of up — it had as many corners and nubbles ai)outit as a crusty loaf. Her shawl or scarf had twisted round ami round her like a snake, and her pelisse showed as ruffled and rumpled and all awry as if she had just rolled down Greenwich Hill. " How's the ladv ? I say," bellowed the big man. One of her shoes had preferred to remain with the boot, and as the road was muddy, she stood like a Xumidian crane, posturing and balancing on one leg ; whilst Tom, hunting after the missing article, which declined to turn up till everything else had been taken out of " the leathern conveniency," and as it was one of the old-fashioned boots it held plenty of luggage. " How is the lady ? " was shouted again Avith no better success. It was evident she had not escaped with the fright merely ; her hands wandered from her ribs to the small of her back, and then she rubbed each knee. It was some time before she could f tch her breath freely, but at last she mustered enough for a short exclamation. "Oh them trunks ! " THE DEBUTANTE. 205 •' How's the lady : " shoutei the fat man for the last time ; for finding that it obtained no answer, he opened the door and bolted out, just in time to have the orratiHcation of putting o>. the woman's one shoe, whilst she clung with both her arnij round his short neck. "There, my dear," he said with a finishing slap on the sole. " Bless my heart, though, it's a distressing situation ! Coachman, how far is she irom London r " " A good nine mile," answered Tom. " Gracious Heaven ! " exclaimed the stout man. " She can't do it ! " " It's only nine mile," said the woman, with a sort of hysteri- cal giggle ;— " and I'm fond of walking." '•■ Give her her luggage, then, at once," cried the little man from the coach The dark man held out his watch. A passenger on the top swore horribly, and threatened to get down, and Tom himself, as well as his horses, were on the fret. " There is no remedy," sighed the fat man, as he resumed his old seat in the corner of the coach. The whip smacked— I leaned out for a parting look. There she stood nursing three bundles, each as big as a babv, and as we rolled off I heard her last words in this soliloquy : " How ham I to hever to gd to York by the mail ? " THE "SHORT STAGE, A MILE EXD OMNIBl'S. •AM? GKXTLE AND SIMPLK, THE ANGLER'S EAFvEWELL, " Eesign'd, I kissed the rod." AVei.l ! I think it is time to put up ! For it does not accord with my notions, Wrist, elbow, and chine, Stiff from throwing the line, To take nothing at last by my motions ! I ground-bait my way as I go, And dip in at each watery dimple ; But however I wish To inveigle the fish, To my gentle they will not play simjyle f THE ANGLER'S FAREWELL. 207 Tlioiu^h my flcat goes so swimmingly cii, J\Iy bad luck never seems to diminish ; It would seem that the Bream Must be scarce m the stream, And the Chuh, tho' it's chubby, be iluiuii^h I >iot a Trout there can be in the place, x-Jot a Grayling or End worth the mention. And although at my hook With attention I look, I can ne'er see my hook with a Tench on / At a brandling once Gudgeon would g^^re. But they seem upon diiterent terms now ; Have they taken advice Of the ''Council of Nice,'' And rejected their "■Diet of JForms,'" now ? In vain my live minnow I spin, Not a Pike seems to think it worth snatching; For the gut I have brought, I had better have bought A good ro2)e that was used to Jack-kef citing / Not a nibble has ruffled my cork. It is vain in this river to search then ; I may wmi till it's night, "Without any bite, And at rood-liuLe have never a Ferclt then ! No Roach can I meet with — no Bleak, Save what in the air is so sharp now ; Not a Dace have I got, And I fear it is not *' Carpe diem," a day for the Carp now ! 208 POPPING THE QUESTIOX. Oh ! there is not a one pound prize To be got in this fresh-water k)ttery ! "What then can I deem Of so Ashless a stream But that 'tis-dike St. ^iarf s—Oltenj ! For an Eel I have learned how to try, By a method of Walton's own showing, — But a lisheriiian I'etls Little prospect of Eels, In a path that's devoted to towing ! I have tried all the water for irdle^. Till I'm weary of dipping and casting; And hungry and faint, — L.'^t the Fancy just paint What it is wUJiont ll^h, to be Fasimj f And the rain drizzles down very fast, While my dinner-time sounds from a far bell, — So, wet to the skin, I'll e'en back to my Inn, Where at least I am sure of a Bar-hell ! POPPIXG THE QLESTION. My friend Walker is a great story-teller. He reminds me oi the professional tale-bearers in the East, who, wiihcut being particularly requested by the company, begin reciting the ad- ventures of Sinbad, or the life, death, and resurrection of Little Hunchback. No sooner does conversation flag for a few minutes, than W. sti-ikes up, with some such prelude as, " I told you about the Flvinnj Fish alfau- before,— but as you wish me to re- refrcsh your memon', you shall have it again." He then POPPING THE QUESTION. 2Qb deliberately fills his glass, and furnishes himself with a cork, a bit of orange-peel, or an apple-paring, to be shredded and sub- shredded during the course of narration. Many Scotchmen, by; the-way, and most Canadians, are given to the same manual pro- pensity. Alady located towards the Back Settlements informed me, that at apartyshe gave, the mantelshelf, chairs, tables, ani every wooden article of furniture, was nicked and notched by the knives of her guests, like the tallies of our Exchequer. It ij, most probably an Indian peculiarity, and derived by intercoursi: or intermixture with the Chipaways— but to return to W. The other day, after dinner, with a select few of my friends, there occurred one of those sudden silences, those verbai armistices, or suspensions of words, which frequently provoke an irresistible allusion to a Quaker's meeting. Of this pause W. of course availed himself. 14 «10 POPPING THE QUESTION. " You were going, Sir," addressing the gentleman opposite, -" to ask me about the Pop business, — but I ought first to tell you how I came to be carrying ginger-beer in my pocket." The gentleman thus appealed to, a straightforward old dry- salter, who had never seen "W. in his life before, naturally stared at such a bold anticipation of his thoughts ; but before he could find words to reply, W. had helped himself to a dozen almonds, which he began mincing, while he set off" at a steady pace in his story. *' The way I came to have ginger-beer in my pocket, was this. I don't know whether you are acquainted with Hopkins, Su", of the Queen's Arms in the Poultry," the drysalter shook his head ; *' it's the house I frequent, and a very civil obliging sort of fellow he is — that is to say, was, two summers ago. The season was very sultry, and says I, Hopkins, I wonder you don't keep ginger pop — it's a pleasant refreshing beverage at this season, and particularly wholesome. Well, Hopkins was very thankful for the hint, for he likes to have everything that can be called for, and he was for sending off an order at once to the ginger- beer manufactory, but I persuaded him better. None of their wholesale trash, said I, but make your own. I'll give you a recipe for it — the best ever bottled. But I couldn't gain my point. Hopkins hum'd and haw'd, and thought nobody could make it but the makers. There was no setting him right, so at last I determined to put him to the proof. I'll tell you what, Hopkins, said I, you don't like the trouble, or I'd soon convince you that a man who isn't a maker can make it as well as anyone — perhaps better. You shall have a sample of mine — I've got a few bottles at my counting-house, and it's only a step. Of course, Hopkins was very much obliged, and off I went. In confidence between you and me, Sir, — though I never had the pleasure of seeing you before — I wanted to introduce ginger- beer f.t the Queen's Arms as a public benefit." POPPING THE QUESTION. 211 " I am sure. Sir — I'm very much obliged," stammered the drysalter, at a loss what to say. " Ginger-beer, I've no doubt, is very efficacious, and particularly after fruit or lobsters, for I observe you always spe them at the same shops." " The best drink in the dog-days all to nothing," returned VV., " but ought to be amazingly well corked and wired down — • and I'll tell you why — it will get vapid and maybe worse. Well, I'd got it in my coat pocket, and was walking back, just by Bow Church, no more thinking of green silk pelisses than you are, Sir, at this moment — upon my honour I wasn't — when some- thing gave a pop and a splash, and I heard a female scream. I was afraid to look round — and when I did, you might have knocked me down with a straw. You know, Tom (addressing me,) I'm not made of brass, — for the minute I felt more like melted lead — heavy and hot. Two full kettles seemed poured over me — one warm within, and the other cold without. You never saw such an object ! There she stood, winking and gasp- ing, and all over froth and foam, like a lady just emerged out of the sea — only they don't bathe in green silk pelisses and satin bonnets. You might have knocked me down with a hair. What I did or said at first I don't know ; I only remember that I at- tempted to wipe her face with my handkerchief, but she preferred her own. To make things worse, the passengers made a ring round us, as if we had been going to fight about it, and a good many of 'em set up a laugh. I would rather have been sur- rounded by banditti. I don't tell a lie if I say I would gladly have been tossed out of the circle by a mad bull. How I longed to jump like a Harlequin into a twopenny post-box, or to slip down a plug like an eel ! " "Very distressing, indeed," said the drj Salter. " I don't think," resumed W., " I felt as much when my poor mother died— I don't, upon my soul ! She was expected for years, but the lady in green came like a thunderbolt ! — When I 14—2 212 POPPING THE QUESTION. 5aw the ginger-beer weltering down lier, I would almost as soon have seen blood. I felt little short of a murderer. How I got her into Tweedie's shop, Heaven knows ! I suppose I pulled her in, for I cannot remember one word of persuasion. However, I got her into Tweedie's, and had just sense enough to seat her in a chair, and to beg for a few diy cloths. To do the dear creature justice, she bore it all angelically, — but every smile, every syllable making light of her calamity, went to my heart. You don't know my original old friend, Charles Mathews, do vou. Sir ? " BANDITTI SEIZING BOOTY, The dry Salter signified dissent. *' No matter— his theory is right all over — it is as true as gospel ! " exclaimed W., with an asseverating thump upon the table. " There is an infernal, malicious, aggravatinsf little de- POPPING THE QUESTION 218 mon, hovers up aloft about us, wherever we go, ready to magnify any mischief, and deepen every disaster. Sure I am he hovered about me ! The cloths came— but as soon as I began to wipe briskly, bang again went * t'other bottle,' and uncorked itself before it was called for. I shall never forget the sound ! Pop, whiz, fiz, whish — ish— slish — slosh— slush — o-uo-de, e-uo-o-le guggle : I'd rather have been at the exploding of the Dai'tford Powder Mills ! At the first report I turned hastily round, but by so doing, I only diverted the jet from the open cases on the counter, to the show-trays in the shop window, filled with Tweedie's choicest cutlery ; and as I completed the pirouette, I favoured Tweedie himself with the tail of the spout ! " " Very unpleasant, indeed," said the dry s alter, with a liard wink, as if the fussy fluid had flown in his own face. " Unpleasant ! " ejaculated W., " it was unendurable ! I could have cut my throat with one of the wet razors — I could have stabbed myself with a pair of the splashed scissors ! The mess was frightful— bright steel buckles, buttons, clasps, rings, all cut and polished— I saw Tweedie himself shake his head as he looked at the chains and some of the delicate articles. It wasn't a time to stand upon words, and I believe I cursed ar?d swore like a trooper. I know I stamped about, for I went on the lady's foot, and that made me worse than ever. Tweedie says I raved ; and I do remember I cursed myself for talking of ginger-beer, as well as Hopkins for not keeping it in his house. At last I got so rampant, that even the lady began to console me, and as she had a particularly sweet voice and manner, and Tweedie too, trying to make things comfortable, I began to hear reason : but if ever I carry ginger-beer again in my pocket, along Cheapside ** " Till you're a widower," said I. " I was coming to that, Sir," contmued W., still addressing the drysalter. " 1 insisted on puttmg the lady into a coach, and 214 POPPING THE QUESTION. by that means obtained her address, and as common politeness dictated, I afterwards called and was well received. A new green silk dress was graciously accepted, and a white one after- wards met with the same kind indulgence, when the lady con- descended to be Mrs. Walker. Our fortunes. Sir, in this world, hinge frequently on trifles. Through an explosion of pop I thus popped into a partner with a pretty fortune ; but for all that, I would not have any man, like the Persian in Hajji Baba, mistake a mere accident for the custom of the country. For Coelebs m Search of a Wife to walk up and down Cheapside with a bottle of ginger-beer in his pocket, would be Quixotic in the extreme." mill's history of the chusades. SEA SONG. XFTER DIBDIir, Pure water it plays a good part in The swabbing the decks and all that— And it finds its own level for sartin — For it sartinlv drinks very flat : — SEA SONG. For my part a drop of the creature I never could think was a fault, For if Tars should swig water by nature The sea would have never been salt ! — Then off with it into a jorum, And make it strong, sharpish, or sweet, For if I've any sense of decorum It never was meant to be neat ! — One day when I was but half sober, — Half measures I always disdain — I walk'd into a shop that sold Soda, And ax'd for some Water Champagne;— Well, the lubber he drew and he drew, boys, Till I'd shipped ray six bottles or more. And blow off my last limb but it's true, boys, Why, I warn't half so drunk as afore !— Then off with it into a jorum. And make it strong, sharpish, or sweet, For if I've any sense of decorum It never was meant to be neat. 215 4 BOTTLB JA.CE. 516 THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. " The game is made, gentlemen, choose your colour. Amongst the many important topics Avhich at present excite a popular interest, must be reckoned the great question whether the West Indian apprentices ought or ought not to be considered ought of their time ? A subject presenting such very strong lights and shadows, necessarily produces a powerful and Eem- brandt-like effect on the public mind ; nevertheless, it is only lately and accidentally, that I have been induced to look critically into the colouring and handling of the picture. It is not my wont to walk wilfully on Debatable Ground ; but in the present instance, I was seduced involuntarily into the dangerous confines THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. 217 of '• all we love and all we hate," the borderland, where party contends with party. A few days ago, I was giving an order to a tradesman in the Strand — not far from Warretis — when, to tlie utter surprise and disconcertment of the master of the shop, a poor African stepped in from the street, and, with an obsequious bow, made an offer of his sable services for a term of years. It would requii'e a far better artist than myself to do justice " MASSA, TOU WANT A 'PEENTICE ? " to the scene which ensued on so unusual an application. The late Elia, in his Essay on " Imperfect Sympathies," has alluded to the natural repugnance of the pale faces to the dark ones. " In the negro countenance," he says, "you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces, or rather masks, that have looked 218 THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. out kindly upon one in casual encounters in the streets and high, ways. I love what Fuller beautifully calls ' these images of God cut in ebony.' But I should not lite to associate with them— to share my meals and my good-nights with them— because they are black." Such a feeling is truly an imperfect sympathy, but my Strand shopkeeper evidently went beyond the essayist, and regarded " the nigger " with a positive antipathy. " A good horse," says the proverb, " cannot be of a bad colour," but I could not help feeling that a good man might be of an unfor- tunate complexion, howbeit, of a hue which wears well, washes well, does not fly, and, moreover, hides the dirt. So far from being able to endure a moor as his companion, the master tradesman could not look upon him as fit to be his subordinate. The mere possibility of such a connexion had never occurred to him, or assuredly, to the advertisement in the window for an apprentice, he would have added " a White will be preferred," or "No African need apply." In the meantime, it was sufficiently ob- vious that, even if indentured, a Hottentot would never be " treated as one of the family." Whilst the master stared an unequivocal rejection, his wife looked over his shoulder at the applicant, with all i\\Q physical expression in her countenance, of the anticipation of a black dose ; the little boy took fright and tried to bolt ; the baby even set its infantine face against the adoption, and the very dog barked and growled at the intruder as at a breed that was vermin. The result of such a scrutiny needs hardly to be told ; the poor candidate was unanimously blackballed to his face, and recommended, unceremoniously, to make himself as scarce as a swan of the same complexion. It wiU do me no credit, I fear, with our active Abolitionists, to confess, that the above little incident set me seriously think- ing, for the first time, on the condition of the Negro Apprentices. In addition to my dread of becoming a sidesman — and there is a spirit abroad which can convert even a black suit into a party- THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. 219 coloured one — 1 am too apt to take matters upon trust, and to suppose that the name stands for the thing. Thus, in my simple belief, the outward-bound and the homeward-bound apprentices, conformed to the same or nearly the same articles ; and if I thought at all of the sable ones, it was as walking abroad on Sundays, drest in all their best, only with Phcebe or Miss Diana, instead of " Sally in our Alley." A common sense of the eternal principles of justice helped, beside, to mislead me; for who, with a drachm of philosophy, or a scruple of Christianity, could sup- pose, that whilst the accidents of colour are overlooked in a good horse, the moral qualities of a human being were weighed down by such skin-deep casualties as occur every day in a baker's oven ? The scene in the Strand, however, aroused certain mis- givings ; and for the mere repose of my mind, it became neces- sary to procure further information, in order to come to a settled opinion on the subject. To this end, it was desirable to obtain the sentiments of a Black Apprentice, or at least of a Black, and of an Apprentice, and fortune favoured me in the search. Hav- ing delivered my instructions to the tradesman, it occurred to me to pay an overdue visit to a decayed kinswoman in the same neighbourhood, and in whose family affairs I took a friendly interest. She happened to be at home ; and after a preliminary conversation on the weather, and Mr. Murphy, and the current news of the day, the discourse turned on her son Richard, whom she had recently articled to an architect ; she had doubts, she said, of his being exactly comfortable in his situation^ but it was no fault of hers, as he had been placed in it at his own urgent instances, in proof whereof she handed to me the follow- ing letter : — My dear Mother, This is to say I am in good health and quite comfort- able, and as happy as can be expected away from home. I like 220 THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. being an architect very much. All the work I have had to do for the last fortnight, has been to copy a drawing of a gate for a Porter's Lodge, and to look over portfolios of nice prints. My master is very kind, and lets me till up my time at over-hours how I like. I always dine with him and Mrs. G., and have plenty to eat of whatever I prefer. Last Sunday we had leg of lamb aud asparagus, and a pigeon pie, and a tart, besides a glass of wine afterwards. I'm allowed lo sit up to supper be- cause I said I liked music, for Mr. G. plays on the flute, and Mrs. G. sings to the piano. He is a very good man, and she is a very motherly good woman ; and the other night, because it was so cold, I had a tumbler of hot elder wine. For the pre- sent I sleep in the best spare bed till my own is got ready for me — and when company comes I'm not sent ofl" to it, but played last night with the visitors till twelve o'clock, and they won all my pocket money. I do hope and pray you won't for- get to send me some more, as there's another party next week. Altogether, I could not be better off for food, or amusement, or any thing, so that I needn't be any longer on liking, a? [ like it very much, and am agreeable to be bound as soon as you and master think proper ; and I do hope you won't stick about the premium, as you seemed to think it a great deal — but consiaer the treatment. Give my kind love to everybody, and accept the same yourself, from, dear mother, your dutiful and affection- ate son, UlCHARD EUGGLES. P.S. — Mr. and Mrs. G. desire their best compliments — they are always asking about you in the most friendly way. Pray remember what I said about the premium, as I could never be so happy anywhere else, or make such progress in my profession. It may be supposed that I did not read the above effusion thi'oughout, without a smile on my countenance ; but the mother THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. 221 gravely shook her head, and said she had now to submit to me a very different statement, whereupon with a sigh, and a reflec- tion on the duplicity of the world in general, and of architects in particular, she placed in my hands. Protocol No. 2. Dear Mother, I am very sorry to trouble your mind with anything un- pleasant,. t)ut a great change has taken place since the articles were signed and the premium paid down. All the being on liking has come to a sudden end. Mr. and Mrs. G. have thrown off their masks, and he is a cruel tyrant ; and instead of being another mother to me, she is quite the reverse. I little thought the moment I became an apprentice 1 should be a complete slave, and work like a horse. Nothing but drawing, drawing, draw- ing, as long as it's light- and next week we begin lamps. I've no over-hours at all except in bed, and that's up in the back garret, and nothing but an old flock as hard as wood. My being a parlour boarder is all over; and as to sitting up to music and supper, I can't repeat, but I'm d— d up at night that I may be down in the morning. They have not sent me as yet to take my meals in the kitchen, but I would almost as soon, for I'm snubb'd if I open my lips at table ; and the moment the wine comes on I'm expected to be off, and am reminded if I don't. As for the visitors, they take no more notice of me than they do of the foot-boy ; but what goes most to my heart is, Mr. and Mrs. G. never ask now afier your delicate health. It's very ungrateful after paying so handsomely, but it's my belief he doesn't know anything about architecture, and only takes in young gentlemen for the sake of their premiums. I can't help feelin°g very unhappy, when I think I've got to run seven years to come, and do wish you would ask Uncle William, as he's a lawyer, whether I can't be turned over by legal law, or cancelled and left to my liberty. Next to an architect, I should like, if I 222 THE BLACK ANB WHITE QUESTION. was unbound, to be an author, and write books ; which I hope you will approve of, as it doesn't require any premium. But perhaps you would like to have me at home, and to be nothing at all, with which I remain, My dear mother, your dutiful and affectionate son, Richard Ruggles. As the above letters are genuine, it is probable that many of my readers, who are parents or guardians, have received similar epistles from their sons or wards before or after their being arti- cled to a trade or a profession ; at least there is reason to believe that the above Ciise is one of ordinary occurrence. Taking it, therefore, as a fair sample of the practice in England, I wat anxious to compare it with the course of a negro apprenticeship in the colonies ; and with this view my next visit was paid to my old friend Colonel C, who had recently arrived from Jamaica with a black " turn-over " in his service. Having described the scene at the shop in the Strand, and explained my errand, which, of course, subjected me to some railleiy, my request was acceded to, and Sambo was ordered to attend me to a private conference in the study. He was a stout good-humoured African, with rather more than the twilight intelligence allowed to the race by the late Monk Lewis ; but with all the characteristic relish for a talk with Massa, ascribed to his brethren by the same pleasant authority. He entered therefore into the discussion with the greatest good-will ; and the following, divested of his outlandish jargon, is the substance of his evidence. To my first question, whether he had ever betrayed any original inclination to go into the rice, sugar, and tobacco line, he gave a decided negative. He had no occasion, he said, to labour for a livelihood, having been in his own country an inde- pendent black prince, and heir-apparent, as I understood him, to the king of the Eboes. He acknowledged, however, that he THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. 243 could neither read nor write, and consequently had never applied personally, or by letter, post paid, to any Transatlantic A. B. C. or X. Y. Z., in answer lo an advertisement for an " Articled Pupil.'* He was taken, he affirmed, at unawares, and he was positive that no premium was required with him. It appeared, however, that he had been regularly bound, but on explanation it turned out that it had been done with rope-yarn, and the only indentures he knew of, were on his wrists and ankles, from the pressure of his fetters. He had a decided impression that his parents or guardians were never applied to for their concurrence ; indeed he had no recollection of being asked for his own assent to the arrangement. He would "take his dam" he was never carried before the Chamberlain or any official personage invested with similar functions, and denied ever having received the slightest hint that the binding him was necessary to entitle him to take up his freedom. In short, contrary to the experience of Richard Euggles, his very first step appeared to have been into slavery, and it was only after a long term of severe service in the rice-field and the cane-piece that he was constituted an ap- prentice. This being the point to which the public interest is mainly directed, my enquiries here became naturally more minute, and the evidence was proportionably circumstantial. Taking the Ruggles letters for my guide, I was at great pains to make out something analogous to the state of being what is called " upon liking," but I failed to elicit anything of the sort ; and from the solemnity, not to say awfulness, of Sambo's asseverations, there appeared no reason to suspect his veracity. He denied most positively and repeatedly his dining, in any one solitary instance, with his master and mistress, and by consequence the pleasure of taking wine wiiti them after the social repast. He was equally firm in disclaiming any invitation to sit up to supper ; and in- stead of being asked if he liked music, he declared indignantly that his favourite instruments the kitty-katty and the ganby had 224 THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION". been continually broken over his own head. He totally repudiated the notion of playing at Pope Joan with the company that came to his master's house ; and insisted that the only notice he evei obtained from the visitors was his oeing " larrupped " by evei^ gentleman that got drunk, and none of them ever went away 8ober. On the whole he would not allow himself to have received APPRENTICB OK LIKING. anv personal benefit from his metamorphosis by Act of Paiiia- ment into an apprentice ; no, not even to the extent of sparing him one single cut of the cowhide. He rather thought, on the contrary, that the prospect of his being out of his time in so many years had operated to the prejudice of the negro, by tempt- ing the owner in the interim to get as much out of him, and pitch as much into him, as possible. To conclude, I charged THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. 225 Sambo \'ery home with a question which has been much dwelt upon by certain members of both Houses ; namely, whether the blacks were " properly prepared " to enter into a state of liberty ? to which he answered very candidly, that he had not formally examined them on the subject, but judging by himself he should say they were quite as fit and prepared for freedom as they had iieen for slavery, to which they had mostly been introduced at an unfashionably short notice. For his own part he had been rather suddenly emancipated by simply stepping on English ground ; but the only effect had been to inspire him wdth pro- found feelings of veneration and gratitude towards the soil, and a most fervent wish that he could send over a bairowful of the same earth for Black Juno and de pickaninnies to put him foot upon in Jamakey. Such was the result of ray conference with Sambo ; and it served to account for the conduct of the tradesman in the Strand, by proving, that instead of being treated as one of the family, in a limited sense, the Negro is hardly looked upon as a member of that great domestic circle which has a circumference of 360 degrees. It appears from the facts, that an apprentice- ship in Jamaica or Barbadoes has little or nothing in common except the name, with an apprenticeship on our own side of the Atlantic ; — that under the same title there exists two diametri- cally opposite systems, literally as different as light and dark ; and of course, as the hand said of the pair of gloves, " They cannot both be right." As the collective wisdom of the country has decided that the Black style of binding is the correct pattern, and that the Negroes are properly " done up," it necessarily follows, that our home-made articles are very loosely stitched, and without a due provision for rough usage and durability. Assuming the sable race to be subject to only a wholesome severity, it results that our London Prentices and their ^^ind, are held by indentu-es shamefully lax in their 15 22 G THE BLACK AND ^'HITE QUESTION. conditions, and are allowed a most culpable latitude and indul- gence. To place this gross partiality in the strongest light and shade, let the servitude of the born Blacks be compared with that of those "Africans of our own growth," as Elia calls them, who derive their nigritude not from nature but from soot. Simply because they have once been whites, and are still white, or nearly white, once a year, like the hawthorns in May, they are protected and even pampered by laws, the framers of which have assuredly considered their own crows as the fairest. Let any one turn to the Statute Anno Quarto et Quinto Gulielmi IV. Regis, cap. 35, intituled " An Act for the Better Regula- tion of Chimney Sweepers and their Apprentices," and he will find that the Climbing Boy, compared with the African, is almost a spoiled child. Instead of allowing him to be nabbed or grabbed, anyhow and willynilly, like our friend Sambo, the statute insists, by article 9, that the binding shall not take place without the concurrence of *' a parish officer, or the parent, or next friend." Article 10 provides, that instead of rope-yarn, as in the case of Sambo aforesaid, the binding shall only be effected with " paper or parchment," and even before enduring such very mild ligatures, article 13 declares, that the boy is to be regularly " asked out," before two Justices of the Peace, and in case such boy shall be unwilling to be bound with "paper and parchment," "such Justices shall, and they are hereby required to refuse, to sanction or approve of such binding." The 12th clause allows the practice of "liking," or what, in electioneering cases, would be galled "treating;" and before any boy shall be bound as an apprentice, " it shall be la\\^ul for the intended master of such boy to have, and receive such boy in such master's house, on trial — or ' liking ' — for any time not exceeding two calendar months." In plain English, it shall be lawful for the said master elect to tempt and bribe the said apprentice, like Richard Ruggles, during eight weeks, by ^--^^ners THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. 227 of " delicate cow-heel, with the sauce His Grace is so fond of," and suppers of hot sausages. And that the cow-heel and sausages may not be too minutely subdivided, clause 14 enacts, that Mr. or Mrs. Chimney Sweeper shall not have more than two apprentices on trial or " liking " at the same time. The same considerate clause forbids Mr. or Mrs. 0. S. to have more than four apprentices at once, so that nothing like the close packing, which so often incommodes the race ot Africa in a ship's hold, may inconvenience the favoured sooterkins in the cellar. A taste for music is not specially mentioned or pro- tected : but as clause 17 empowers any two or more magistrates to hear " all complaints " of hard or ill usage, the breaking of a fife or his pan's pipes, over the head of an apprentice, would be certain to be listened to, and in all probability entail on the master a forfeit, fixed, by clause 16, at not exceeding 10^. nor less than 40«." The 18th clause enjoins, on all builders and bricklayers, under extremely heavy penalties, to construct safe and comfortable chimneys that shall not be "hard to climb; " and finally, as if a sweeper on such very eligible terms could have anything to weep for, article 15 forbids, somewhat superfluously, his crying about the streets ! ! ! The incredulous reader who may wish to verify this statement by reference to the Act itself, will find it at full length, and shown " all up " in a well-con- ceived little volume, called " The Mechanics of Law Making," by a Member of Symond's Inn. He will there find too truly that, compared with the genuine black, the sweeper is treated by law with as much tenderness as if each climbing-boy were, like the stolen Montague, a well-born white young gentleman in disguise. The tendency of such over-indulgent enactments to spoil the youth of this country is evidenc(Hl in the fact, that whilst the planter will give a considerable sum for a biacK assist- ant, a white articled pupil is hardly acceptable as a present, and \n most cases, like Richard Ruggles, must have a handsome prc- 15—2 228 THE BLACK AND WHITE QUESTION. miurn given along with liim to purchase him a master. As a mere matter of economy, therefore, the matter is worth the considera- tion of parents and guardians, and parish officers ; whilst the advocates of equal justice to all will imperatively insist that if the blacks cannot be treated like whites, the whites ought to be treated as blacks. For my own part, as a simple admirer of consistency, I cannot help thinking that the whole system of ap- prenticeship, as regards its home practice, requires to undergo a rigorous revision, and above all, that the act Anno Quarto et Quinto Gulielmi lY. Kegis, cap. 35, with all its sweeping clauses, ought to be immediately repealed. 229 BWIWHO J^ BIBTHDAY. STANZAS ON COMING OF AGE. •*Twiddle'em, Twaddle'em, Twenty-one.'' Nurse. Owoe! woeful, woeful, woeful day I Most lamentable day ! most woeful day That ever, ever, I did yet behold ! O day ! O day ! day ! hateful day Never was seen so black a day as this ! O woeful dav ! O woeful day ! ♦ * * * Musician. Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gona. Kwse. Honest good fellows, ah ! put up, put up ! For well you know this is a pitiful case. Romeo and Juliet. 230 STANZAS OX COMING OF AGE To-day it is my natal day, Three 'prenticeships have past away, A part in work, a part in play, Since I was bound to life ! This first of May I come of age, A man, I enter on the stage Where human passions fret and rage, To mingle in the strife. It ought to be a happy date, My friends, they all congratulate That I am come to " Man's Estate," To some, a grand event ; But ah ! to me descent allots No acres, no paternal spots In Beds, Bucks, Herts, Wilts, Essex, Notts, Hants, Oxon, Berks, or Kent. From John o'Groat's to Land's End search, I have not one rod, pole, or perch. To pay my rent, or tithe to church, That I can call my own. Not common-right for goose or ass ; Then what is Man's Estate ? Alas ! Six feet by two of mould and grass When I am dust and bone. Beserve the feast ! The board foi-sake ! Ne'er tap the wine— don't cut the cake, No toasts or foolish speeches make, At which my reason spurns. Before this happy term you praise, And prate about returns and days. Just o'er my vacant rent-roll gaze, And sura up my returns. STANZAS OX COMING OF AGE. 231 I know where great estates descend That here is Boyliood's legal end, And easily can comprehend How ** Manors make the Man," But as for me, I was not born To quit-rent of a peppercorn, And gain no ground this blessed mom From Beersheba to Dan. No barrels broach — no bonfires make ' To roast a bullock for my sake, Who in the country have no stake, Would be too like a quiz ; No banners hoist — let off no gun — Pitch no marquee — devise no fun — But think when man is Twenty-One What new delights are his ! What is the moral legal fact — Of age to-day, I'm free to act For self — free, namely, to contract Engagements, oonas, and aeots: I'm free to give my I U, Sign, draw, accept, as majors do ; And free to lose my freedom too For want of due assets. I am of age, to ask Miss Ball, Or that great heiress. Miss Duval, To go to church, hump, squint, and aP, And be my own for life. But put such reasons on their shelves. To tell the truth between ourselves, I'm one of those contented elves Who do not want a wife. STANZAS CN COMING OF AGE. What else belongs to Manhood still? I'm old enough to make my will With valid clause and codicil Before in turf I lie. But I have nothing to bequeaih In earth, or waters underneath, And in all candour let me breaiiir. I do not want to die. Away ! if this be Manhood's forte. Put by the sherry and the port — No ring of bells — no rustic sport — No dance — no merry pipes ! No flowery garlands — no bouquel — No Birthday Ode to sing or say — To me it seems this is a day For bread and cheese and swipes. To justify the festive cup What horrors here are conjured up ! W^hat things of bitter bite and sup, Poor wretched Twenty-One's ! No landed lumps, but frumps and humps, (Discretion's Days are far from trumps) Domestic discord, dowdies, dumps, Death, dockets, debts, and duns ! If you must drink, oh drink "the King," Reform — the Church — the Press — the King, Drink Aldgate Pump — or anything, Before a toast like this ! Nay, tell me, coming thus of age. And turning o'er this sorry page, Was young Nineteen so far from sage ? Or young Eighteen from bliss ? STANZAS ON COMING OF AGE. 233 Till this dull, cold, wet, happy morn — No sign of May about the thorn, — Were Love and Bacchus both unborn ? Had Beauty not a shape ? Make answer, sweet Kate Pinnerty ! Make answer, lads of Trinity ! Who sipp'd with me Divinity, And quaff'd the ruby grape ! No flummery then from flowery lip?. No three times three and hip-hip-hips, Because I'm ripe and full of pips — I like a little green. To put me on my solemn oath, If sweep-like I could stop my growth I would remain, and nothing loth, A bov — about nineteen. My friends, excuse me tnese reuuKes ! Were I a monarch's son, or duke's, Go to the Vatican of Meux And broach his biggest barrels — Impale whose elephants on spits — King Tom of Lincoln till he splits, And dance into St. Vitus' fits, And break your winds with carols I But ah ! too well you know my lot, Ancestral acres greet me not. My freehold's in a garden-pot. And barely worth a pin. 234 STANZAS ON COMING OF AGE. Away then with all festive stuff ! Jiet Eobins advertise and puff My *• Man's Estate," I'm sure enough I shall not buy it in. FANCY POBTEAIT, " MR. ROBIN'S." 236 THE PILLORY. '*Thro' the wood, laddie." — Sconisii feoso. I NEVER was in the pillory but once, which I must ever con- sider a misfortune. For lookino^ at all thinj^s, as I do, with a philosophical and enquiring eye, and courting experience for the sake of my fellow-creatures, I cannot but lament the short and imperfect opportunity I enjoyed of filling that elevated situation, which so few men are destined to occupy. It is a sort of Egg- Premiership ; a place above your fellows, but a place in which vour hands are tied. You are not without the established political vice, for you are not absolved from turning. Let me give a brief description of the short irregular glimpse I had of men and things, while I was in Pillory Power. I was raised to it, as many men are to high stations, by my errors. I merely made a mistake of some sort or other in an answer in Chancery, not injurious to my interests, and lo ! the Recorder of London, with a suavity of manner peculiar to himself, an- nounced to me my intended promotion, and in due time I was installed into office ! It was a fine day for the pillory j that is to say, it rained in torrents. Those only who have had boarding and lodging like mine, can estimate the comfort of having washing into the bar- gain. It was about noon, when I was placed, like a statue, upon my wooden pedestal ; an hour probably chosen out of consideration to the innocent little urchins then let out of school, for they are a race notoriously fond of shying, pitching, jerking, pelting, flinging, slinging — in short, professors of throwing in all its 236 THE PILLORY. branches. The public officer presented me first with a north front, and there I was—" God save the mark ! "—like a cock at Shrovetide, or a lay-figui'e in a Shooting Gallery 1 The storm commenced. Stones began to spit — mud to mizzle — cabbage-stalks thickened into a shower. Now and then came a dead kitten^sometimes a living cur : anon an egg would hit me on the eye, an offence I was obliged to wink at. There is a strange appetite in human kind for pelting a fellow-careature. A travelling China-man actually threw away twopence to have a pitch at me with a pipkin ; a Billinsgate huckster treated me with a few herrings, not by any means too stale to be purchased in St. Giles's; while the weekly halfpence of the schoolboys went towards the support of a Costermonger and his Donkey, who supplied them with eggs fit for throwing, and for nothing else. I con- fess this last description of missiles, if missiles they might be called that never miss'd, annoyed me more than all the rest ; however, there was no remedy. There I was forced to stand, taking up my livery, and a vile livery it was; or, as a wag expressed it, "be- ing made free of the Peltmongers.'* It was time to appeal to my resources. I had read some- where of an Italian, w^ho, by dint of mental abstraction, had rendered himself unconscious of the rack, and while the ex- ecutioners were tugging, wrenching, twisting, dislocating, and WHAT MUST BB — MUST. THE PILLORY. 237 breaking joints, sinews, and bones, was perchance in fancy only performing his diurnal Gymnastics, or undergoing an amicable Shampooing. The pillory was a milder instrument than the rack, and I had naturally a lively imagination ; it seemed plau- sible, therefore, that I might make shift to be pelted in my absence. To attain a scene as remote as possible from pain, I selected one of absolute pleasure for the experiment ; no other, in truth, than that Persian Paradise, the Garden of Gul, at the Feast of Eoses. Flapping the wings of Fancy with all my might, I was speedily in those Bowers of Bliss, and at high romps with Houri and Peri, — " Flinging roses at eacn other." But, alas, for mental abstraction ! The very first bud hit me with stone-like vehemence ; my next rose, of the cabbage kind, breathed only a rank cabbage fragrance ; and in another moment the claws of a flying cat scratched me back into myself j and there I was again, in full pelt in the pillory ! My first fifteen minutes, the only quarter I met with, had now elapsed, and my face was turned towards the East. The first object my one eye fell upon was a heap of Macadamisation, and I confess I never thought of calculating the number of stones in such a hillock, till I saw the mob preparing to cast them up ! I expected to be lithographed on the spot ! Instinct suggested to me that the only way to save my life was by dying ; so drop- ping my head and hands, and closing my last eye with a terrific groan, I expii-ed for the present. Tne ruse took eifect. Sup- posing me to be defunct, the mob refused to kill me. Shouts of *' Mui-der ! Shame ! Shame ! No Pillory ! " burst from all quarters. The Pipkin-monger abused the Fishwoman, who rated the Schoolboys; they in turn fell foul of the Coster- monger, who was hissing and groaning at the whole assembly ; 238 THE PILLORY. and, finally, a philanthropic Constable took the whole pjroup into custody. In the mean time I was taken down, laid with a sack over me in a cart, and driven ofY to a Hospital, my body seem- ing a very proper present to St. Bartholomew's or St. Thomas's, but my clothes fit for nothing but Guy's. 4 "constable's miscellany. ^1 MOVING IN THE FIRST CIRCLES. A SINGULAR EXHIBITION AT SOMERSET HOUSE. " Ouf Crummie is a daioty cow."— Scotch Soxo. On that first Saturday iu May, When Lords and Ladies, great and grand. Repair to see whaf each R. A. Has done since last they sought the Strand, In red, brown, yellow, green, or blue, In short, what's called the private view, Amongst the guests — the deuce knows how She got in there without a row — There came a large and vulgar dame With arms deep red, and face the same, Showing in temper not a Saint ; No one could guess for why she came, Unless perchance to " scour the Paint." From wall to wall she forc'd her way, Elbow'd Lord Durham— pok'd Lord Grey- Stamp'd Stafford's toes to make him move, A.nd Devonshire's Duke received a shove; 240 A SINGULAR EXHIBITION AT SOMERSET HOUSE. The great Lord Chancellor felt her nudge, She made the Vice, his Honoui', budge» And gave a pinch to Park the Judge. As for the ladies, in this stir, The highest rank gave way to her. From number one and number two. She search'd the pictures through and throua:!.. On benches stood, to inspect the high ones. And squatted down to scan the shy ones. And as she went from part to p'\"v^f/- FiNCY POBTEAIT— MADAME HENGLEE. ODE TO MADAME HENGLER, FIREWORK-MAKER TO VAUXHALL. Oh, !Mrs. Hengler ! — Madame, — I beg pardon, Starry Enchantress of the Surrey Garden ! Accept an Ode not meant as any scoff — The Bard were bold indeed at thee to quiz. Whose squibs are far more popular than his ; Whose works are much more certain to go off. Great is thy fame, but not a silent fame ; With many a bang the public ear it courts ; And yet thy arrogance we never blame, But take thy merits from thy own reports. ODE TO MADAME HENGLER. 305 Thou hast indeed the most indulgent backers, We make no doubting, misbelieving comments, Even in thy most bounceable of moments ; But lend our ears implicit to thy crackers ! — Strange helps to thy applause too are not missing, Thy Kockets raise thee, And Serpents praise thee, As none beside are ever praised — by hissing ! Mistress of Hydropyrics, Of glittering Pindarics, Sapphics, Lyrics, Professor of a Fiery Necromancy, Oddly thou charmest the politer sorts With midnight sports. Partaking very much oi flash imdi fancy / What thoughts had shaken all In olden time at thy nocturnal revels, — Each brimstone ball, They would have deem'd an eyeball of the Devil's, But now thy flaming Meteors cause no fright ; A modern Hubert to the royal ear, Might whisper without fear, " My Lord, they say there were five moons to-nig"it ! '' Nor would it raise one superstitious notion To hear the whole description fairly out : — "One fixed — which t'other four whirl'd round about With wond'rous motion." Such are the very sights Thou workest, Queen of Fire, on earth and heaven, Between the hours of midnight and eleven, Turnini? our English to Arabian Nights, With blazing mounts, and fownts, and scorching dragons, Blue stars and white, And blood-red light, 20 306 ODE TO MADAME HENGLER. And dazzling Wheels fit for Enchanters' waggons. Thrice lucky woman ! doing things that be With other folks past benefit of parson ; For burning, no Burn's Justice falls on thee, Altho' night after night the public see Thy Vauxball palaces all end in Arson ! Sure thou wast never born Like old Sir Hugh, with water in thy head, Nor lectur'd night and morn Of sparks and flames to have an awful dread, Allowed by a prophetic dam and sire To play with fire. didst thou never, in those days gone by Go carrying about — no schoolboy prouder — Instead of waxen doll a little Guy ; Or in thy pretty pyrotechnic vein, Up the parental pigtail lay a train, To let oflf all his powder ? Full of the wildfire of thy youth, Did'st never in plain truth, Plant whizzing Flowers in thy mother's pots. Turning the garden into powder plots? Or give the cook, to fright her, Thy paper sausages well stuffed with nitre? Nay, wert thou never guilty, now, of dropping A lighted cracker by thy sister's Dear, So that she could not hear The question he was popping] Go on, Madame ! Go on — be bright and busy While hoax'd Astronomers look up and stare From tall observatories, dumb and dizzy, To see a Squib in Cassiopeia's Chair ! ODE l\j MADAME HENGLER. A serpent wriggling into Charles* Wain ! A Roman Candle lighting the Great Bear ! A rocket tangled in Diana's train, And Cracker's stuck in Berenice's Hair ! There is a King of Fire — Thou shouldst be Queen ! Methinks a good connexion might come from it ; Could'st thou not make him, in the garden scene. Set out per Rocket and return per comet ; Then give him a hot treat Of Pyrotechnicals to sit and sup, Lord ! how the world would throng to see him eat. He swallowing fire, while thou dost throw it up. One solitary night — true is the story, Watching those forms that Fancy will create Within the bright confusion of the grate, I saw a dazzling countenance of glory ! Oh Dei gratias ! That jBery facias 'Twas thine, Enchantress of the Surrey Grove 3 And ever since that night, In dark and bright. Thy face is registered within my stove / Long may that starry brow enjoy its rays ; May no untimely blow its doom forestall ; But when old age prepares the friendly pall, W^hen the last spark of all thy sparks decays, Then die lamented by good people all. Like Goldsmith's Madam Blaize / 20—2 308 RHYME AND REASON. To the Editor of the Comic Annual. Sir, In one of your Annuals you have given insertion to " A Plan for Writing Blank Verse in Rhyme ; " but as I have seen no regular long poem constructed on its principles, I suppose the scheme did not lake with the literary world. Under these circum- stances I feel encouraged to bring forward a novelty of my own, and I can only regret that such poets as Chaucer and Cottle, Spenser and Hayley, Milton and Pratt, Pope and Pye, Byrou and Batterbee, should have died before it was invented. The great difficulty in verse is avowedly the rhyme. Dean Swift says somewhere in his letters, "that a rhyme is as hard to find with him as a guinea," — and we all know that guineas are proverbially scarce among poets. The merest versifier that ever attempted a Valentine must have met with this Orson, some un- tameable savage syllable that refused to chime in with society. For instance, what poetical Eoxhunter — a contributor to the Sporting Magazine — has not drawn all the covers of Beynard Ceynard, Deynard, Feynard, Geynard, Heynard, Keynard, Leynard, Meynard, Neynard, Peynard, Queynard, to find a rhyme for Reynard? The spirit of the times is decidedly against Tithe ; and [ know of no tithe more oppressive than that poetical one, in heroic measure, which requires that every tenth syllable shall pay a sound in kind. How often the Poet goes up a line, only to be stopped at the end by an impracticable rhyme, like a bull in a blind alley ! I have an ingenious medical friend, who might have been an eminent poet by this time, but the first line he wrote ended in ipecacuanha, and with all his physical RHYME AND REASON. 809 and mental power, he has never yet been been able to find a rhyme for it. The plan I propose aims to obviate this hardship. My sys- tem is, to take t)ie bull by the horns ; in short, to try at first what words will chime, before you go forther, and fore worse. To say nothing of other advantages, it will at least have one good eff'ect, — and that is, to correct the erroneous notion of the would-be poets and poetesses of the present day, that the great end of poetry is rhyme. I beg leave to present a specimen of worse, which proves quite the reverse, and am, Sir, Your most obedient servant, John Dryden Guubb. REFUSING TITHE. 310 THE DOUBLE KNOCK. Rat-tat it went upon the lion's chin "That hat, I know it! " cried the joyful girl : " Summer's it is, I know him by his knock, Comers like him are welcome as the day ! Lizzy ! go down and open the street-door, Busy I am to anyone but him Know him you must — he has been often here; Show him up stairs, and tell him I'm alone." Quickly the maid went tripping down the stair; Thickly the heart of Rose Matilda beat ; " Sure he has brought me tickets for the play — Drury or Covent Garden — darling man ! — Kemble will play — or Kean who makes the soul Tremble ; in Richard or the frienzied Moor — Farren, the stay and prop of many a farce Barren beside — or Listen, Laughter's Child — Kelly the natural, to witness whom Jelly is nothing to the public's jam — Cooper, the sensible — and Walter Knowles Super, in William Tell — now rightly told. Better — perchance, from Andrews, brings a box, Letter of boxes for the Italian stage — Brocard ! Donzelli ! Taglioni ! Paul ! No card — thank Heaven — engages me to-night ! Feathers, of course, no turban, and no toque — Weather's against it, but I'll go in curls. Dearly I dote on white — my satin dress. Merely one night — it won't be much the worse — Cupid the New Ballet I long to see — Stupid ! why don't she go and ope the door! " A FOXHUNTER. Glisten 'd her eye as the impatient girl Listen'd, low bending o'er the topmost stair. Vainly, alas ! she listens and she bends. Plainly she hears this question and reply : " Axes your pardon, Sir, but what d'ye want? " Taxes," says he, " and shall not call again ! " 311 BARKER S PANOKAMA.. A FOXHUNTER Is a jumble of paradoxes. He sets forth clean though he comes out of a kennel, and returns home dirty. He cares not for cards, yet strives to be always with the pack. He loves fencing, but without carte or tierce, and delights in a steeplechase, though he does not follow the Church. He is anything: but liti- 312 A FOXHUNTER. gious, yet is fond of a certain suit, and retains Scarlet. He keeps a running account with Horse, Dog, Fox, and Co., but objects to a check. As to cards, in choosing a pack he prefers Hunt's. In Theatricals, he favours Miss Somerville, because her namesake wrote the Chase, though he never read it. He is no great dancer, though he is fond of casting off twenty couple ; and no great Painter, though he draws covers, and seeks for a brush. He is no Musician, and yet is fond of five bars. He despises Doctors, STAWD AND DELIVER.' yet follows a course of bark. He professes to love his country, but is perpetually crossing it. He is fond of strong ale and beer, yet dislikes any purl. He is good-tempered, yet so far a Tartar as to prefer a saddle of Horse to a saddle of Mutton. He A FOXHUNTER. 313 is somewhat rough and bearish himself, but insists on good breeding in horses and dogs.- He professes the Church Cate- chism, and countenances heathen dogmas, by naming his hounds- after Jupiter and Juno, Mars and Diana. He cares not for violets, but he doats on a good scent. He says his wife is a shrew, but objects to destroying a Vixen. In Politics he inclines to Pitt, and runs after Pox. He is no milksop, but he loves to Tally. He protects Poultry, and preserves Poxes. He follows but one business, and yet has many pursuits. He pretends to be know- ing, but a dog leads him by the nose. He is as honest a fellow as need be, yet his neck is oftener in danger than a thief's. He swears he can clear anything, but is beaten by a fog. He is no landlord of houses, but is particular about fixtures. He studies " Summering the Hunter," but goes Huntering in the Winter. He esteems himself prosperous, and is always going to the dogs. He delights in the Hunter's Stakes, but takes care not to stake his hunter. He praises discretion, but would rather let the cat out of the bas: than a fox. He does not shine at a human con- versazione, but is great among dogs giving tongue. To con- clude, he runs as long as he can, and then goes to earth, and his Heir is in at his death. But his Heir does not stand in his shoes, for he never wore anything but boots. S14 ;:%-• '\^ ■> ^ ^ , _ - ~ \ ^^<^v NTT"" ^\ ;v\ \''\' FANCY PORTRAIT— " I'D B£ A BUTTERFLY." BAILEY BALLADS. To anticipate mistake, the above title refers not to Thomas Hay n es— or F. W. N. — or even any Publishers— but the original old Bailey. It belongs to a set of Songs composed during the courtly leisure of what is technically called a Juryman in Wait- ing — thatis, one ofsicorpsde reserve^ held in readiness tofiU up the gaps which extraordinary mental exertion — or sedentary habits — or starvation, maymakeintheCouncilofTwelve. This wrong box it w^as once my fortune to get into. On the 5th of November, at theGth hour, leaving my bed, and the luxurious perusal of Taylor on Early Kising — I walked from a yellow fog into a black one, in my unwilling way to the New Court, which sweet herbs even could not sweeten, for the sole purpose of BAILEY BALLADS. 315 making criminals uncomfortable. A neighbour, a retired sea Captain with a wooden leg, now literally a jury-mast, limped with me from Highbury Terrace on the same hanging errand — a personified Halter. Our legal drill Corporal was Serjeant Arabin, and when our muster roll without butter was over, before breakfast, the uninitiated can form no idea of the ludicrousness of the excuses of the would-be Nonjurors, — aggravated by the solemnity of a previous oath, the delivery from a witness-box like a pulpit, and the professional gravity of the Court. One %veakly old gentleman had been ordered by his physician to eat little, but often, and apprehended even fatal consequences from being locked up with an obstinate eleven ; another conscientious demurrer desired time to make himself master of his duties, by consulting Jonathan Wild, Vidocq, Hardy Yaux, and Lazarillo de Tonnes. But the number of deaf men who objected the hard- ness of their hearing criminal cases was beyond belief. The Publishers of "Curtis on the Ear" and " Wright on the Ear" — (two popular surgical works, though rather suggestive ot Pugilism) — ought to have stentorian agents in that Court. Defective on one side myself, I was literally ashamed to strike up singly in such a chorus of muffled double drums, and tacitly suffered my ears to be boxed with a common Jury. I heard, on the right hand, a Judge's charge — an arraignment and evidence to match, with great dexterity, but failing to catch the defence from the left hand, refused naturally to concur in any sinister verdict. The learned Serjeant, I presume, as I was only half deaf, only half discharged me, — committing me to the relay-box, as a juror in Waiting, — and from which I was relieved only by his successor. Sir Thomas Denman, and to justify my dulness, I made even his stupendous voice to repeat my dismissal twice over! It was during this compelled attendance that the project struck me of a Series of Lays of Larceny, combining Sin and 316 BAILEY BALLADS. Sentiment in that melo-clramatic mixture which is so congenial to the cholera morbid sensibility of the present age and stage. The following are merely specimens, but a hint from the Powers that be— in the Strand,— will promptly produce a handsome volume of the remainder, with a grateful Dedication to the learned Serjeant. DESCEND YE NI>E. 137 LINES TO MARY. (AT NO. 1, NEWGATE, FAVOURED BY MR. WONTNER.) Mary, I belie v'd you true, And I was blest in so believing ; But till this hour I never knew — That you were taken up for thieving ! Oh ! When I snatch'd a tender kiss Or some such trifle when I courted, You said, indeed, that love was bliss, But never owned you were transported! But then to gaze on that fair face — It would have been an unfair feeling, To dream that you had pilfered lace — And Flints had suffered from your stealing Or when my suit I first preferr'd, To bring your coldness to repentance. Before I hammered out a word, How could I dream you'd heard a sentence Or when with all the warmth of youth 1 strove to prove my love no fiction, How could I guess I urged a truth On one already past conviction ! 318 LINES TO MARY. How could I dream that ivory part, Your hand —where I have look'd and linger'd, Altho' it stole away my heart, Had been held up as one light-finger'd ! In melting verse your charms I drew, The charms in which my muse delighted — Alas I the lay I thought was new, Spoke only what had been indicted / Oh ! when that form, a lovely one, Hung on the neck its arms had flown to, I little thought that you had run A chance of hanging on your own too. You said you pick'd me from the world, My vanity it now must shock it — And down at once my pride is hurl'd, You've pick'd me — and you've pick'd a pocket. Oh ! when our love had got so far, The bans were read by Dr. Daly, Who asked if there was anj^ bar — Why did not some one shout " Old Bailey ? " But when you rob'd your flesh and bones In that pure white that angel garb is, Who could have thought you, Mary Jones, Among the Joans that link with Darbies ? And when the parson came to say. My goods were yours, if I had got any, And you should honour and obey, Who could have thought — " Bay of Botany." LINES TO MARY. But, oh, — the worst of all your slips I did not till this day discover — That down in Deptford's prison ships, Oh, Mary ! you've a hulking lover 1 319 "^'T WEBB WELL IP WE HAD NKVKE MET." No. II. " Love, with a witness." He has shav'd off his whiskers and blacken'd his brows, Wears a patch and a wig of false hair, — But it's him — Oh it's him !— we exchanged lovers' vows. When I lived up in Cavendish Square. He had beautiful eyes, and his lips were the same, And his voice was as soft as a flute — Like a Lord or a Marquis he look'd when he came. To make love in his master's best suit. If I lived for a thousand long years iiom my birth, I shall never forget what he told ; How he lov'd me beyond the rich women of earth. With their jewels and silver and gold ! When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh, By the light of the sweetest of moons. Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-bye To my Missis's tea-pot anJ tipoons ! 320 LINES TO MA.EY. No. III. " I'd be a Parody."— Bailey. We met — 'twas iu a mob — and I thought he had done me — I felt — I could not feel — for no watch was upon me ; He ran — the night was cold — and his pace was unalter'd, I too longed much to pelt — but my small-boned legs falter'd. I wore my bran new boots — and unrivall'd their brightness, They fit me to a hair — how I hated their tightness ! I call'd, but no one came, and my stride had a tether ; Oh thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my leather ! And once again we met — and an old pal was near him, He swore a something low — but 'twas no use to fear him ; I seized upon his arm, he was mine and mine only, And stept — as he deserv'd — to cells wretched and lonely : And there he will be tried — but I shall ne'er receive her, The watch that went too sure for an artful deceiver ; The world may think me gay — heart and feet ache together, Oh thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my leather. ,'.'i SMI THE SOUBCE OF THE NIGBB. LETTER FROM A PARISH CLERK IN BARBADOES TO ONE IN HAMPSHIRE, WITH AN ENCLOSURE. "Thou raayest conceive, O reader, with what concern I perceived the e^Bs of the congregation fixed upon me." — Memoiks of P. P. My dear Jedidiah, Here I am safe and sound — well in body, and in fine voice for my calling — though thousands and thousands of miles, I may say, from the old living Threap-Cum-Toddle. Little did I think to be ever giving out the Psalms across the Atlantic, or to be 21 322 A LEITEK. walking in tlie streets of Barbadoes, suiTOunded by Blackamoors, big and little ; some crying after me, *' There him go — look at Massa Amen ! " Poor African wretches ! I do hope, by my Lord Bishop's assistance, to instruct many of them, and to teach them to have more respect for ecclesiastic dignitaries. Through a ludicrous clerical mischance, not fit for me to mention, we have preached but once since our arrival. Oh ! Jedidiah, how different from the row of comely, sleek, and ruddy plain English faces, that used to confront me in the Church- warden's pew, at the old service in Hants, — Mr. PeiTvman's clean, shining, bald head; Mr. Truman's respectable powdered, and Mr. Cutlet's comely and well-combed caxon ! — Here, such a set of grinning sooty faces, that if I had been in any other place, I might have fancied myself at a meeting of Master Chimney- sweeps on May-Day. You know, Jedidiah, how strange thoughts and things will haunt the mind, in spite of one's self, at times the least appropriate : — the line that follows " The rose is red, the violet's bbie," in the old Valentine, I am ashamed to say, came across me I know not how often. Then after seiwice, no sitting on a tombstone for a cheerful bit of chat with a neigh- bour — no invitation to dinner from the worshipful Churchwardens. The jabber of these Niggers is so outlandish or unintelligible, I can hardly say I am on speaking terms with any of our parishioners, except Mr. Pompey, the Governor's black, whose trips to England have made his English not quite so full of (h-eek as the others. There is one thing, however, that is so great a disappointment of my hopes and enjoyments, that 1 think, if I had foreseen it, I should not have come out even at the Bishop's request. The song in the play-book says, you know, "^Vhile all Barbadoes bells do ring! " — but alas, Jedidiah, there is not a ring of bells in the whole island ! — You who remember my fondness for that melodious pastime, indeed I may say my passion, for a Grandsire Peel of Triple Bob-Majors truly pulled, A LETTER. 323 and the changes called by myself, as when I belonged to the Great Tom Society of Hampshire Youths, — may conceive my regret that, instead of coming here, I did not go out to Swan River — I am told they have a Peel there. BLACK BABBKEISM. I shall write a longer letter by the Nestor, Bird, which is the next ship. This comes by the Lively, Kidd, — only to inform you that I arrived here safe and well. Pray communicate the same, with my love and duty, to my dear parents and relations, not forgetting Deborah and Darius at Porkington, and Uriah at Pigstead. The same to Mrs. Pugh, the opener, — Mr. Sexton, and the rest of my clerical friends. I have no commissions at present, except to beg that you will deliver the enclosed, which I have written at Mr. Pompey's dictation, to his old black fellow servant, at Number 45, Portland Place. Ask for Agamemnon down the area. If an opportunity should likewise offer of mentioning in any quarter that might reach administration, the 21—2 324 A LETTER. destitute state of our Barbarian steeples, and belfries, pray don't omit ; and if, in the mean time, you could send out even a set of small handbells, it might prove a parochial acquisition as well as to me. Dear Jedidiah, Your faithful Friend and fellow Clerk, Habakkuk Crumpe. P.S. — I send Pompey's letter open, for you to read — You will see what a strange herd of black cattle I am among [the enclosure.] I say, Aggy !— You remember me ? — Very well. — Runaway Pompey, somebody else. Me Governor's Pompey. You remember ? Me BY GUM HIM TCEBAN AFIBB. A LETTEK. 325 carry out Governor's piccaninny a walk. Very >vell, Massa Amen and me write this to say the news. Barbadoes all bustle. Nigger-mans do nothing but talkee talkee. \_Pompe2/s rigid, Jedidiah.l The Bishop is come. Missis Bishop. Miss Bishop- all the Bishops. Very well. The Bishop come in one ship, and him wigs come out in other ship. Bishop come one, two, three, weeks first. IJfs too true, Jedidiah.'] Him say no wig, no Bishop. Massa Amen, you remember, say so too. Very well. Massa Amen ask me everything about nigger-man, where him baptises in a water. [So I did.'] Me tell him in the sea, in the river, any wheres abouts. You remember. Massa Amen ask at me again, who 'ficiates. Me tell him de Cayman. [What mail, Jedidiah, could he mean?] Very well. The day before the other day Bishop come to dinner with Governor and Gover- ness, up at the Big House. You remember, —Missis Bishop too. Missis Bishop set him turban afire at a candle, and me put him out. [TFith a kettle of scalding water^ Jedidiah.] Fompey get nothing for that. Very well. I say, Aggy, — You know your Catechism? Massa Amen ask him at me and my wife, Black Juno, sometimes You remember. Massa Amen say, you give up a Devil ? very well. Then him say, you give up all work ? very well. Then him say again, Black Juno, you give up your Pompeys and vanities? Black Juno shake her head, and say no. Massa Amen say you must, and then my wife cry ever so much. [Ifs a fact, Jedidiah, the black female made this ridiculous mistake.] Very well. Governor come to you in three months to see the King. Pompey too. You remember. Come for me to Black- wall. Me bring you some of Governor's rum. Black Juno say, tell Massa Agamemnon, he must send some fashions, sometimes. You remember ? Black Juno very smart. Him wish for a Bell Assembly. [Jedidiah, so do I.] You send him out, you re- member? Very well. 326 FRENCH AND ENGLISH. Massa Amen say write no more now. I say, pray one little word more for x\gamemnon's wife. Give him good kiss from Pompey. [Jedidlah, what a heathenish message !'\ Black Diana a kiss too. You remember ? Very well. No more. SHIP LETTERS, FRENCH AND ENGLISH. *'Gcod Heaven! Why even the little children m France speak French!" ADL)I30Ji, Never go to France Unless you know the lingo, If you do, like me, You will repent by jingo. Staring like a fool. And silent as a mummy, There I stood alone, A nation with a dummy. FRENCH AND ENGLISH. 327 II. Chaises stand for chairs, They christen letters Billies^ They call their mothers mareSy And all their daughters flUies ; Strange it was to hear, I'll tell you what's a good *uu. They call their leather queer ^ And half then* shoes are wooden. III. Signs I had to make For every little notion, Limbs all going like A telegraph in motion ; For wine I reel'd about, To show my meaning fully, And made a pair of horns, To ask for " beef and bully." IV. Moo ! I cried for milk ; I got my sweet things snugger. When I kissed Jeannette, 'Twas understood for sugar. If I wanted bread, My jaws I set a-going. And asked for new-laid eggs, By clapping hands and crowing ? V. If I wish'd a ride, I'll tell you how I got it ; On my stick astride, I made believe to trot it ; 328 FRENCH AND ENGLISH. Then their cash was strange, It boreh me every minute, Now here's a Tiog to chansre. How many sows are in it ? VI. Never go to Prance, Unless you know the lingo ; If you do, like me, You will repent, by jingo ; Staring like a fool. And silent as a mummy. There I stood alone, A nation with a dummy ! " AUons ! Vite ! Vite ! Vite ! Vite ! " " No, Mounseer, not veat — them's whoats ! 8i?y OVR VILLAGE. Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain."— Goldsmith. ^ I HAVE a great anxiety to become a topographer, and I do not know that I can make an easier commencement of the cha- racter, than by attempting a description of onr yillage. It will be found, as my friend the landlord over the way says, that " thino-s are drawn mild." I live opposite the Green Man. I know that to be the sign, in spite of the picture, because I am told of the fact in large gilt letters, in three several places. The whole-length portrait of « Vhomme verd " is rather imposing. He stands plump before you, in a sort of wrestling attitude, the legs standing distinctly apart, in a brace of decided boots, with dun tops, joined to a pair of Creole-coloured leather breeches. The rest of his dress is peculiar; the coat, a two-flapper, green and brown, or, as they say at the tap, half-and-half; a cocked hat on the half cock ; a short belt crossing the breast like a flat gas-pipe. The one hand stuck on the greeny-brown hip of my friend, m the other a gun with a barrel like an entire butt, and a butt like a brewer's whole stock. On one side, looking up at the vanished visage of his master, is all that remains of a liver-and- white pointer -seeming now to be some old dog from India, for his white complexion is turned yellow, and his liver is more than half gone 1 The inn is really a very quiet, cozy, comfortable inn, though the landlord announces a fact in larger letters, methinks, than his 330 OUR VILLAGE. information warrants, viz., that he is " Licensed to deal in Foreign Wines and Spirits.'' All innkeepers, I trust, are so licensed ; there is no occasion to make so brazen a brag of this sinecui-e permit. I had written thus far, when the tai"nished gold letters of the Green Man seemed to be suddenly re-gilt ; and on looking up- wards, I perceived that a sort of sky-light had been opened in the clouds, giving entrance to a bright gleam of sunshine, which glowed with remarkable effect on a yellow post-chaise in the stable-yard, and brought the ducks out beautifully white from the black horse-pond. Tempted by the appearance of the weather, I put down my pen, and strolled out for a quarter of an hour before dinner to inhale that air, without which, like the chameleon, I cannot feed. On my return, I found, with some THF. LADY OF " OUB VILLA( OUR VILLAGE. 33] surprise, that my papers were a good deal discomposed ; but, before I had time for much wonder, my landlady entered with one of her most obliging courtesies, and obsei-ved that she had seen me writing in the morning, and it had occurred to her by chance, that 1 might by possibility have been writing a descrip- tion of the village. I told her that I had actually been engaged on that very subject. " If that is the case, of course. Sir, you would begin, no doubt, about the Green Man, being so close by ; and I dare say, you would say something about the sign, and the Green Man with his top boots, and his gun, and his Indian liver-and-white pointer, though his white to be sure is turned yellow, and his liver is more than half gone." *' You are perfectly right, Mrs. Ledger," I replied, " and in one part of the description, I think I have used almost your own very words." " Well, that is curious. Sir," exclaimed Mrs. L., and physically, not arithmetically, casting up all her hands and eyes. " Moreover, what I mean to say, is this ; and I only say that to save trouble. There's a young man lodges at the Green Grocer's over the way, who has writ an account of the village already to your hand. The people about the place call him the Poet, but, an}- how, he studies a good deal, and writes beautiful ; and, as I said before, has made the whole village out of his own head. Now, it might save trouble. Sir, if you was to write it out, and I am sure I have a copy, that, as far as the loan goes, is at your service. Sir." My curiosity induced me to take the offer ; and as the poem really forestalled what I had to say of the Hamlet, J took my landlady's advice and transcribed it, — and here it is. OUR VILL.AGE.— BY A VILLAGER. Our village, that's to say not Miss Mitford's village, but our village of Bullock Smithy, Is come into by an avenue of trees, three oak pollards, two elders, and a withy ; 332 OUR VILLAGE. A.nd in the middle, there's a green of about not exceeding an acre and a half; It's common to all, and fed off by nineteen cows, six ponies, three horses, five asses, two foals, seven pigs, and a calf ! Besides a pond in the middle, as is held by a similar sort of common law lease. And contains twenty ducks, six drakes, three ganders, two dead dogs, four drown'd kittens, and twelve geese. Of com-se the green's cropt very close, and does famous for bowling when the little village boys play at cricket ; Only some horse, or pig, or cow, or great jackass is sure to come and stand right before the wicket. There's fifty-five private houses, let alone barns and workshops, and pig-sties, and poultry huts, and such-like sheds ; With plenty of public-houses — two Foxes, one Green Man, three Bunch of Grapes, one Crown, and six King's Heads. The Green Man is reckon'd the best, as the only one that for love or money can raise A postillion, a blue jacket, two deplorable lame white horses, and a ramshackled " neat post-chaise." There's one parish church for all the people, whatsoever may be their ranks in life or their degrees. Except one very damp, small, dark, freezing-cold, little Methodist chapel of Ease ; And close by the church-yard, there's a stone-mason's yard, that when the time is seasonable Will furnish with afflictions sore and marble urns and cherubiras very low and reasonable. There's a cage, comfortable enough ; I've been in it with Old Jack Jeffrey and Tom Pike ; For the Green Man next door will send you in ale, gin, or any thing else you like. OUR VILLAGE. 333 I can't speak of the stocks, as nothing remains of them but the upright post ; But the pound is kept in repairs for the sake of Cob's horse, as is always there almost. There's a smithy of course, where that queer sort of a chap in his way, Old Joe Bradley, Perpetually hammers and stammers, for he stutters and shoes horses very badly. There's a shop of all sorts, that sells every thing, kept by the widow of Mr. Task ; But when you go there it's ten to one she's out of every thing you ask. You'll know her house by the swarm of boys, like flies, about the old sugary cask. There are six empty houses, and not so well paper'd inside as out. For bill-stickers won't beware, but sticks notices of sales and election placards all about. That's the Doctor's with a green door, where the garden pots in the windows is seen ; A, weakly monthly rose that don't blow, and a dead geranium, and a tea-plant with five black leaves and one green. As for holly oaks at the cottage doors, and honeysuckles and jasmines,, yon may go and whistle; But the Tailor's front garden grow two cabbages, a dock, a ha'porth of pennyroyal, two dandelions, and a thistle. There are three small orchards— Mr. Busby's the schoolmaster's is the chief — With two pear-trees that don't bear ; one plum and an apple, that every year is stripped by a thief. There's another small day-school too, kept by the respectable Mrs. Gaby; A select establishment, for six little boys and one big, and four little girls and a baby. 334 OUR VILLAGE. There's a rectory, with pointed gables and strange odd chimneyi that never smokes, For the rector don't live on his living like other Christian sort of folks ; There's a barber's, once a-week well filled with rough black- bearded shock-headed churls, And a window with two feminine men's heads, and two mascu^ line ladies in false curls ; There's a butcher's and a carpenter's and a plumber's and a small green-grocer's, and a baker. But he won't bake on a Sunday, and there's a sexton that's a coal-merchant besides, and an undertaker ; And a toy-shop, but not a whole one, for a village can't compare with the London shops ; One window sells drums, dolls, kites, carts, bats, Clout's balls, and the other sells malt and hops. And Mrs. Brown, in domestic economy not to be a bit behind her betters, Lets her house to a milliner, a watchmaker, a rat-catcher, a cobbler, lives in it herself, and it's the post-office for letters. Now I've gone through all the village — ay, from end to end, save and except one more house, But I haven't come to that — and I hope I never shall — and that's the Villao-e Poor-House ! 835 AN UNFORTUNATE BEE-ING. THE SCRAPE-BOOK. " Luck's all '. ' SoiiE men seem born to be lucky. Happier than kings, ^Fortune's wheel has for them no revolutions. Whatever they touch turns to gold, — their path is paved with the philosopher's stone. At games of chance they have no chance ; but what is better, a certainty. They hold four suits of trumps. They get windfalls, without a breath stirring— as legacies. Prizes turn up for them in lotteries. On the turf, their horse — an outsider — always wins. They enjoy a whob season of benefits. At the very worst, in trying to drown themselves, they dive on some treasure undiscovered since the Spanish Armada ; or tie their 336 THE SCKAPE-BOOK. halter to a hook, that unseals a hoard in the ceiling. That's their luck. There is another kind of fortune, called ill-luck ; so ill, that you hope it will die ; — but it don't. That's my luck. Other people keep scrap-books ; but I, a scrape-book. It is theirs to insert bon-mots, riddles, anecdotes, caricatures, facetiae of all kinds; mine to record mischances, failures, accidents, disappointments; in short, as the betters say, I have always a bad book. AVitness a few extracts, bitter as extract of bark. April 1st. Married on this day : in the first week of the honeymoon, stumbled over my father-in-law's beehives 1 He has 252 bees; thanks to me, he is now able to check them. Some of the insects having au account against me, prefen-ed to settle on my calf. Others swarmed on my hands. My bald head seemed a perfect humming-top ! Two hundi-ed and fifty-two sthigs — it should be '* stings — and arrows of outrageous fortune!" But that's my luck. Rushed bee-blind into the horse-pond, and torn out by Tiger, the house dog. Staggered incontinent into the pig-sty, and collared by the sow — sus. per coll. for kicking her sucklings ; recommended oil for my wounds, and none but lamp ditto in the house ; relieved of the stings at last — what luck ! by 252 operations. 9th. Gave my adored Belinda a black eye, in the open street, aiming at a lad who attempted to snatch her reticule. Belinda's part taken by a big rascal, as deaf as a post, who w^anted to fight me " for striking a woman." My luck again. 12 th. Purchased a mare, w^arranted so gentle that a lady might ride her, and, indeed, no animal could be quieter, except the leather one, formerly in the Show-room, at Exeter Change. Meant for the first time to ride with Belinda to the Park — put my foot in the stii'rup, and found myself on my own back instead of the mare's. Other men are thrown by theii* horses, but a saddle does it for me. Well, nothing is so hard as my luck— THE SCRAPE-BOOK. 337 unless it be the fourth flag or stone from the post at the north corner of Harley Street. 14th. Run down in a wherry by a coal-brig, off Greenwich, but providentially picked up by a steamer, that burst her boiler directly afterwards. Saved to be scalded! — But misfortunes with me never came single, from my very childhood. I remember when my little brothers and sisters tumbled down stairs, they always hitched halfway at the angle. My luck invariably turned the corner. It could not bear to bate me a single bump. 17th. Had my eye picked out by a pavior who was axing his way, he didn't care where. Sent home in a hackney chariot that upset. Paid Jarvis a sovereign for a shilling. My luck all over 1st of May. My flue on fire. Not a sweep to be had for love or money ! — Lucky enough /or me — the parish engine soon ar- rived, with all the charity school. Boys are fond of playing — and indulged their propensity by playing into my best drawing- room. Every friend I had dropped in to dinner. Nothing but Lacedemonian black broth. Others have pot-luck, but I have not even pint-luck — at least of the right sort. 8th. Found, on getting up, that the kitchen garden had been stripped by thieves, but had the luck at night to catch some one in the garden, by walking into my own trap. Afraid to call out, for fear of being shot at by the gardener, who would have hit me to a dead certainty — for such is my luck ! 10th. Agricultural distress is a treat to mine. My old friend Bill — I must henceforth call him Corn-bill — has, this morning, laid his unfeeling wooden leg on my tenderest toe, like a thresher. In spite of Dibdin, I don't believe that oak has any heart : or it would not be such a walking tread-mill ! 12th. Two pieces of "my usual." First knocked down by a mad bull. Secondly, picked up by a pick-pocket. Anybody but me would have found one honest humane man out of a whole 22 338 THE SCEAPE-BOOK. crowd ; but I am born to suffer, whether done by accident or done by design. Luckily for me and the pick-pocket, I was able to identify him, bound over to prosecute, and had the satisfaction A COESISH MAiT. of exporting him to Botany Bay. I suppose I performed we in a court of justice, for the next day — ''Encore tin coup!^' — I had a summons to serve with a Middlesex juiy, at the Old Bailey, for a fortnight. 14th. My number in the lottery has come up a capital prize. Luck at last — if I had not lost the ticket. A TRUE STORY. Whoe'er has seen upon the human face The yellow jaundice and the jaundice black, May form a notion of old Colonel Case With nigger Pompey waiting at his bacJc. Case, — as the case is, many time with folks From hot Bengal, Calcutta, or Bombay, Had tint his tint, as Scottish tongues would say, And show'd two cheeks as yellow as eggs' yolks. Pompey, the chip of some old ebon block, In hue was like his master's stiff cravat. And might indeed have claimed akin to that, Coming, as he did, of an old black stock. Case wore the liver's livery that such Must wear, then past excesses to denote, Like Greenwich pensioners that take too much. And then do penance in a yellow coat. Pompey's, a deep and permanent jet dye, A stain of nature's staining — one of those, We cdHlfast colours — merely, I suppose. Because such colours never ^o or^y. Pray mark this difference of dark and sallow, Pompey's black husk, and the old Colonel's yellow. The Colonel, once a penniless beginner. Prom a long Indian rubber rose a winner, With plenty of pagodas in his pocket, And homeward turning his Hibernian thought, Deem'd Wicklow was the very place that ought To harbour one whose wick was in the socket. 22—2 340 A TRUE STORY. Unhappily for Case's scheme of quiet, Wicklow just then was in a pretty riot, A fact recorded in each day's diurnals, Things, Case was not accustomed to peruse, Careless of news ; But Pompey always read these bloody journals, Full of Kilmany and Killmore work. The freaks of some O'Shaunessy's shillaly. CAPTAIN ROCK. Of morning frays by some O'Brien Burke, Or horrid nightly outrage by some Daly ; How scums deserving of the Devil's ladle, "Would fall upon the harmless scull and knock it. And if he found an infant in the cradle Stern Rock would hardly hesitate to ronlf it — A TRUE STORY. 341 III fact, he read of burner and of killer, And Iiish ravages, day after day, Till, haunting in his dreams, he used to say. That " Pompey could not sleep on Pom^ey's Pillar.'* Judge then the horror of the nigger's face To find — with such impressions of that dire land — That Case, — his master, was a packing case For Ireland ! He saw in fearful reveries arise. Phantasmagorias of those dreadful men Whose fame associate with Irish plots is, Fitzgeralds — Tones — O'Connors — Hares — and then " Those Emmetts,'' not so " little in his eyes " As Doctor Watts's ! He felt himself piked, roasted — carv'd and haek'd. His big black burly body seemed in fact A pincushion for Terror's pins and needles, — Oh, how he wish'd himself beneath the suii Of Afric — or in far Barbadoes — one Of Bishop Coleridge's new black beadles. Pull of this fright. With broken peace and brokea English choking, As black as any raven and as eroaking, Pompey rushed in upon his master's sight. Plump' d on his knees, and clasp' d his sable digits. Thus slirring Curiosity's sharp fidgets — " Massa ! — Massa ! — Colonel ! — Massa Case,— Not go to Ireland ! — Ireland dam bad place ; Dem take our bloods — dem Irish — every drop — Oh why for Massa go so far a distance To have him life ? " Here Pompey made a stop, Putting an awful period to existence. 342 A TRUE STORY. " Not go to Ireland — not to Ireland, fellow, And murder'd— why should I be murder'd, Sirrah ? ** Cried Case, with anger's tinge upon his yellow, — Pompey, for answer, pointing in a mirror The Colonel's saffron, and his own japan, — "Well, what has that to do — quick — speak outright, bo\ r " Massa"— (so the explanation ran) " Massa be killed — 'cause Massa Orange Man, And Pompey killed — 'cause Pompey not a White Boy ! pompey's pillajs. 343 O, NOTHIKG IN LIVE CAN S.VDDKN UE THE SORHOWS OF AN UNDERTAKER. To mention only by name the sorrows of an Undertaker, will be likely to raise a smile on most taoe^, — the mere words suggest a solemn stalking parody of grief to the satiric fancy ; — but give a fair hearing to my woes, and even the veriest mocker may learn to pity an Undertaker who has been unfortunate in all his undertakings. My Father, a Furnisher and Performer in the funeral line, used to say of me, — noticing some boyish levities — that " I should never do for an Undertaker." But the prediction was wrong— my Parent died, and I did for him in the way of business. Having no other alternative, I took possession of a very fair stock and business. I felt at first as if pbmged in the Black Sea— and when I read my name upon the shop door, it tin-ew a crape over my spirits, that I did not get rid of for some months. ?44 THE SORROWS OF AN UNDERTAKER. Then came the cares of business. The scandalous insinuated tliat the funerals were not so decorously performed as in the time of the Late. I discharged my mutes, who were grown fat and jocular, and sought about for the lean and lank visaged kind. But these demure rogues cheated and robbed me— plucked my feathers and pruned my scarfs, and I was driven back again to my " merrie men," — whose only fault was making a pleasure of their business. Soon after this, I made myself prominent in the parish, and obtained a contract for Parochial Conchology — or shells for the paupers. But this even, as T may say, broke down on its first PAIBT LAND. tressels. Having as my first job to inter a workhouse female — .^tat. 96 — and wishing to gain the good opinion of the parish, I had made the arrangements with more than usual decency. The THE SORROWS OF AN UNDERTAKER. 345 company were at the door. Placing myself at the head, with my best bm-ial face, and my slowest solemnity of step, I set forward, and thanks to my professional deafness, — induced by the constant hammering — I never perceived, till at the church gates, that the procession had not stirred from the door of the house. So good a joke was not lost upon my two Mutes, who made it an excuse for chuckling on after occasions. But to me the consequence was serious. A notion arose amongst the poor that I was too proud to walk along with their remains, and the ferment ran so high, that I was finally compelled to give up my contract. So much for foot funerals. Now for coach work. The ex- travagant charges of the jobbers at last induced me to set up a Hearse and Mourning Coaches of my own, with sleek ebony long-tailed horses to match. One of these — the finest of the set— had been sold to me under warranty of being sound and free from vice ; and so he was, but the dealer never told me that he had been a charger at Astley's. Accordingly on his very first performance, in passing through Bow, — at that time a kind of Fairy Land, — he thought proper, on hearing a showman's trumpet, to dance a cotillion in his feathers ! There was nothing to be done but to travel on with three to the next stage, where I sold the caperer at a heavy loss, and to the infinite regret of my merry mourners, with whom this exhibition had made him a great favourite. From this period my business rapidly declined, till instead of five or six demises, on an average, I put in only two defuncts and a half per week. In this extremity a " black job " was brought to me that promised to make amends for the rest. One fine morning a brace of executors walked into the shop, and handing to me the following extract of a wall, politely requested that I would per- form accordingly — and with the pleasing addition that I was to be regardless of the expense. The document ran thus : " Item, I will and desire that after death, my body be placed in a strong 346 THE SOREOWS On AN UNDERTAKER. leaden coffin, the same to be afterwards enclosed in one of oak, and therein my remains to be conveyed handsomely to the village of *** in Norfolk, my birth-place; there to lie, being dtdy watched, during one night, in the Family mansion now unoccu- pied, and on the morrow to be carried thence to the church, the coffin being borne by the six oldest resident and decayed parish- ioners, male or female, and for the same they shall receive severally the sum of five pounds, to be paid on or before the day of interment." It will be believed that I lost no time in preparing the last solid and costly receptacles for the late Lady Lambert ; and the unusual bulk of the deceased seemed in prospective to justify a bill of proportionate magnitude. I was prodigal of plumes and scutcheons, of staves and scarfs, and mourning coaches; and finally, raising a whole company of black cavahy, we set out by stages, short and sweet, for our destination. I had been pru- dent enough to send a letter before me to prepare the bearers, and imprudent enough to remit theii* fees in advance. But I had no misgivings. My men enjoyed the excursion, and so did L We ate well, drank well, slept well, and expected to be well paid for what was so well done. At the last stage it happened I had rather an intricate reckoning to arrange, by which means being detained a full hour behind the cavalcade, I did not reach the desii'ed village till the whole party had established them- selves at the Dying Dolphin; a fact I first ascertained from hearing the memment of my two mutes in the parlour. Highly indignant at this breach of decorum, I nislied in on the offend- ing couple ; and let the Undertaking Eeader conceive my feel- ings, when the following letter was put into my hands, explain- ing at once the good joke of the two fellows, or rather, that of the whole village. *' Sir, — We have sought out the six oldest of the pauper parishioners of this place, namely as follows : — THE CAEELESSE NURSE MAYD. 347 Margaret Squires, aged 101, blind and bed-rid. Timothy Topping, aged 98, paralytic and bed-rid. Darius Watts, aged 95, with loss of both legs. Barbara Copp, 94 years, born without arms. Philip Gill, about 81, an Idiot. Mary Eidges, 79, afflicted with St. Vitus. Among whom we have distributed your Thirty Pounds ac- cording to desire, and for which they are very grateful. John Gills, ) c ^ > Overseers. Sam. Rackstrow, ) Such were the six bearers who were to carry Lady Lambert to the church, and who could as soon have carried the church to Lady Lambert. To crown all, I rashly listened to the advice of my thoughtless mutes, and in an evil hour deposited the body without troubling any parishioner, old or young, on the subject. The consequence is, the Executors demur to my bill, because I have not acted up to the letter of my instructions. I have had to stand treat for a large party on the road, to sustain all the charges of the black cavalry, and am besides minus thirty pounds in charity, without even the merit of a charitable intention ! THE CAEELESSE NUESE MAYD. 1 SAWE a Mayd sitte on a Bank, Beguiled by Wooer fayne and fond ; And whiles His flattery nge Vowes She drank, Her Nurselynge sKpt within a Pond ! 348 THE CARELESSE NURSE MAYD. All Even Tide they Talkde and Kist, For She was fayre and He was Kinde ; The Sunne went down before She wist Another Sonne had sett behinde I With angrie Hands and frownynge Browe, That deemed Her owne the Urchine's Sinne, She pluckt Him out, but he was nowe Past being Whipt for fallynge in. She then beginnes to wayle the Ladde With Shrikes that Echo answerde round — ! foolishe Mayd to be soe sadde The Momente that her Care was drownd I ' ▲OOUSTOUBI) TO CBE CABB OF CBIIDBSN. {14P FANNV. TO TANNY. Gay being, born to flutter ! "—Sale's Glee. Is this your faith, then, Fanny ! What, to chat with every Dun ? I'm the one, then, but of many, Not of many but the One ! Last night you smil'd on all, Ma'am, That appear' d in scarlet dress ; And your Regimental Ball, Ma'am, Look'd a little like a Mess. 350 TO FANNY. I thought that of the Sogers (As the Scotch say) one might d^ And that I, slight Ensign Kogers, Was the chosen man and true. But 'Sblood ! your eye was busy With that ragamuffin mob ; — Colonel Buddell — Colonel Dizzy — And Lieutenant-Colonel Cobb. General Joblin, General Jodkin, Colonels— Kelly, Felly, with Majors — Sturgeon, Truffle, Bodkin, And the Quarter-master Smith. Major Powderum — Major Dowdrum- Major Chowdrum — Major Bye — Captain Tawney — Captain Pawney, Captain Any-one — but I ! Deuce take it ! when the regiment You so praised, I only thought That you lov'd it in abridgment, But I now am better taught ! I went, as loving man goes. To admire thee in quadiilles ; But Fan, you dance fandangoes With just any fop that \vills I T went wdth notes before us, On the lay of Love to touch ; But with all the Corps in chorus, Oh ! it is indeed too much ! TO FANNY. 351 You once — ere you contracted For the Army — seem'd my own ; But now you laugh with all the Staff, And I may sigh alone ! I know not how it chances, When my passion ever dares, But the warmer my advances, Then the cooler are your airs. I am, I don't conceal it, But I am a little hurt ; You're a Fan, and I must feel it, Fit for nothing but a Flirt ! I dreamt thy smiles of beauty On myself alone did fall ; But alas ! " Cosi Fan Tutti ! " It is thus, Fan, thus with all ! You have taken quite a mob in Of new military flames ; — They would make a fine Round Robin If I gave you all their names ! ▲ BOUND UOBIN-. 352 THE PANCY FAIR. " It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where it is kept is ' lighter than vanity ; ' and also because all that la there sold, or that Cometh thither, is vanity." — Pilgrim's Pijogukss. " I named this place Boothia." — Captain Ross. "A Fancy Paii-," said my friend L., in his usual quaint style, " is a fair subject for fancy ; take up your pen and try. For instance, there was one held at the Mansion House. Con- ceive a shambling shock-headed clodpole, familiar with the wakes of Bow, Barnet, and Bart'.emy, elbowing his awkward way into the Egyptian Hall, his round eyes and mouth all- agape in the ludicrous expectation of seeing the Lord Mayor standing on his very Worshipful head, the Lady Mayoress lift- ing a hundred weight by her Eight Honourable hair, the Sword- Bearer swallowing his blade of state, the Recorder conjuring ribands from his learned and eloquent mouth, and the Senior Alderman with a painted York-and-Lancaster-face, dancing a mrahand a la Pierrot ! Or fancy Jolterhead at the fail* of the SuiTey Zoological, forcing his clumsy destructive course through groups of female fashionables, like a hog in a tulip bed, with the equally laughable intention of inspecting long horns and short horns, prime beasts and lean stock, of handling the porkers and coughing the colts. Nay, imagine our bumpkin at the great Fancy Fair of all, blundering up to a stall kept by a Eoyal Duchess, and enquiring perse veringly for a gilt gingerbreaa King and Queen — a long-promised fairing to brother Bill at Leighton Buzzard ! " Little did L. dream during this flourish of fancy, that his whimsical fiction had been forestalled by fact ; and a deep shade of vexation passed over his features while he perused the follow- THE FANCY FAIR. 353 ing hints from Hants, as conveyed in a bond Jide letter to the Editor of the Coraio Annual. A BOUND OF BiliF. HONNORD SUR, Dont no if you Be a Hamshire man, or a man atacht to the fancy, but as Both such myself, have took the libberty U) write about what is no joke. Of coarse allude to being Hoaxt up to Lonnon, to sea a fair no fair at all and About as much fancy as you mite fancy on the pint of a pin. — Have foUerd the Fancy, ever since cumming of Age, and bean to every Pugilistical fite, from the Gaim Chicking down to the fite last weak. Have bated Buls drawd Baggers, and Kild rats my- self meening to say with my Hone Dogs. Ought to no wot Fancy his. Self prays is no re-comendation But have bean at every Fair Walk or Kevvle in England. Ought to no then wot a Fare is. Has for the Lonnon job — could Sea nothin like Fancy a«d 23 354 THE FANCY FAIR. nothing like fare. Only a Toy sliop out of Town with a gals skool looking after it, without a Guwerness and all oglein like Winkin. Lots of the fare sects but no thimbel rig, no priking in the garter no nothing. Am blest if our hone little Fare down at Goos Grean don't lick it all to Styx. Bulbeating, Bagger- drawing, Cuggleplaying, Rastlin, a Sopped pigtale, a Mane of FAIR play's a jew — Cox Jackasreacing jumpin in Sax, and a Grand Sire Peal of Trouble Bobs puld by the Collige youths by way of givin a Bell's Life to the hole. Call that Fancy. Too wild Best Shoes, fore theaters besides a Horseplay a I^warft a She Giant, a fat Child a prize ox five carriboo savidges, a luraed Pigg an Albany with wite Hares, a real See Murmad a Fir Eater and lots of Punshcs ar.d Juddis. Call that a Fare. THE FANCY FAIR. 355 Now for Lonnon. No Sanderses — no Richardsens no wum- wills menageris no backy boxis to shy for — no lucky Boxis. No poster makin no jugling or Dancing. Prest one yung laidy in ruge cheaks and trowsers verry civelly For a bit of a caper on the tite rop — But miss got on the hi rop, and call'd for a cone- FANCT FAIHINGS. stubble-. Askt annother in a ridding habbit for the faver of a little horsemunship and got kicked out of her Booth. Goos Grean for my munny ! Saw a yung laidy there that swallerd a ^^ord and wasn't too Partickler to jump threw a hoop. Dutchesses look dull after that at a Fare. Verry dignified, but Prefer the Wax Wurk, as a Show. Dont sea anny think in Watch Pappers cut out by Countisses that have been born with all their harms and lej^^s — not Miss Biffins. 23—2 356 THE FANCY FAIR. Must say one tking for Goos Grean. Never got my pockit pict xcept at Lonnon — am sorry to say lost my Reader and Ticker and every Dump I had let alone a single sovran. And lost the best part of that besides to a Yung Laidy that newer gave change. Greenish enuf says you for ray Tim of Day but I was gammund by the baggidge to bye five shillin Pin Cushins. Wish Charrity had stayd at Hoam ! The ould Mare got a coald by waiting outside. And the five Charrity pincushins hadn't bran enuf in their hole boddys to make her a Mash. Am told the Hospittle don't clear anny grate proffits after all is dun and Like enuff. A Pare should be a Fare and fokes at Room oght to do as Room does. Have a notion Peeressis that keep Booths wood take moor Munny if they wasn't abuv having the dubble drums and speakin trumpets and gongs. There's notliin like goin the hole Hog ! Shall be happy, sur, to sea You at Goos Green next Fare and pint out the Diflerence. Maybe in Flui'tashun and Matchmack- ing and getting off Dorters along with the dolls we ar a littel cut out, but for Ginuen Fancy and Fun and Fair Play its a mear Green Goos to Goos Green. Remain Sur, Your humbel tu command, Jacob Giles. P.S. Think Vallintins day wood be a Good fixter for next Fancy Fare. Shan't say why. Sniff sumthing of the kind going on amung our hone Gals — Polly as just begd a sak of bran and she dont keap rabits. Pincushins and nothin else. Tether day cum across a large AVatchpokit and suspect Mrs. G is at the Bottom of it. No churnin butter, no packin egs, no setten Hens and crammin Turkis — All sniping ribbins folding papper sowin up satten and splitting hole trusses of straw. Am blest if its for litterin down Horsis. Dont no how its all to be got to mar- kit at Lonnon, the nine Gals and all 'xcept its by a Pickfurd Van . 357 lUXGEHFORD MARKET. rOEMS BY A POOR GENTLEMAN. There, in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug, The Muse foiii;d Scroggins stretched beneath a rug. — Golosmitk Poetry and poverty begin with the same letter, and in more respects than one, are " as like each other as two P's." — Nine tailors are the making of a man, but not so the nine Muses. Their votaries are notoriously only water drinkers, eating mutton cold, and dwelling in attics. Look at the miserable lives and 35S POEMS, BY A POOR GENTLEMAX. deaths recorded of the poets. "Butler," says Mr. D'Israeli, lived in a cellar, and Goldsmith in a Deserted Village. Savage ran wild,— Chatterton was earned on St. Augustine's Back like a young gipsy ; and his half-starved Roicley always said Heigho, when he heard of gammon and spinach. Gray's day's were ode-ious, and Gay's gaiety was fabulous. Palconer was shipwrecked. Homer was a blind beggar, and Pope raised a subscription for him, and went snacks. Crabbe found himself in the poor-house, Spenser couldn't afford a great-coat, and Mil- ton was led up and down by his daughters to save the expense of a dog." It seems all but impossible to be a poet, in easy circum- stances. Pope has shown how verses are written by Ladies of Quality— and what execrable rhymes Sir Richard Blackmore composed in his chaiiot ; in a hay-cart he might have sung like a Bums. As the editors of magazines and annuals (save one) well know, the truly poetical contributions which can be inserted, are not those which come post free, in rose-coloured tinted paper, scented with musk, and sealed with fancy wax. The real article arrives by post, unpaid, sealed with rosin, or possibly with a dab of pitch or cobbler's wax, bearing the impression of a halfpenny, or more frequently of a button,— the paper is dingy, and scant— the hand-writing has evidently come to the author by nature — there are trips in the spelling, and Priscian is a little scratch'd or so — but a rill of the true Castalian runs through the whole composition, though its fountain-head was a broken tea-cup, in- stead of a silver standish. A few years ago I used to be favoured with numerous poems for insertion, which bore the signature of Fitz-Norman ; the crest on the seal had probably descended from the Conquest, and the packets were invariably delivered by a Patagonian footman in green and gold. The author was evidently rich, and the verses were as palpably poor ; they were declined, POEMS, BY A POOR GENTLEMAN. 35S witli the usual answer to correspondents wlio do not answer, and the communications ceased — as I thought for ever, but I was de- ceived ; a few days back one of the dirtiest and raggedest of street urchins delivered a soiled whity brown packet, closed with a wafer, which bore the impress of a thimble. The paper had more the odour of tobacco than of rose leaves, and the writing •^-^ YOUE TEEY HUMBLE SKKVANT. appeared to have been perpetrated with a skewer dipped in coffee-grounds ; but the old signature of Fitz-Norman had the honour to be my " very humble servant " at the foot of the letter. It was too certain that he had fallen from affluence to indigence, but the adversity which had wrought such a change upon the writing implements, had, as usual, improved his poetry. The neat crowquill never traced on the superfine Bath paper any thing so unaffected as the following : — 360 POEMS, BY A POOR GENTLEMAN. STANZAS. WRITTEN UNDER THE FEAU OF BAILIFFS. Alas ! of all the noxious things That wait upon the poo •, Most cruel is that Telon-Fear That haunts the '' Deb or's Door ! " Saint Sepulchre's begins to to 1, The Sheriffs seek the cell :— So I expect their officers, And tremble at the bell ! I look for beer^ and yet I quake With fright at every tap ; And dread a double-knock, for oh ! I've not a single rap ! SONNET. WRITTEN IN A WORKHOUSE. Oh, blessed ease ! no more of heaven I ask : The overseer is gone — that vandal elf — And hemp, unpick'd, may go and hang itself, While I, untask'd, except with Cowper's Task, In blessed literary leisure bask, And lose the workhouse, saving in the works Of Goldsmiths, Johnsons, Sheridans, and Burkes: Eat prose and drink of the Castalian flask ; The themes of Locke, the anecdotes of Spence, The humorous of Gay, the Grave of Blair — Unlearned toil, unletter'd labours hence ! But, hark ! I hear the master on the stair And Thomson's Castle, that of Indolence, Must be to me a castle in the air. POEMS, BY A POOR GENTLEMAN. .^^61 SONNET.— A SOMNAMBULIST. " A change came o'er the spirit of my dream." — Bvron. Methought — for Fancy is the strangest gadder When sleep all homely Mundane ties hath riven — Methought that I asceaded Jacob's ladder, With heartfelt hope of getting up to Heaven : Some bell, I knew not whence, was sounding seven When I set foot upon that long one-pair ; And still I climbed when it had chimed eleven, Nor yet of landing-place became aware ; Step after step in endless flight seem'd there ; But on, with steadfast hope, I struggled still, To gain that blessed haven from all care, Where tears are wiped, and hearts forget their ill, When, lo ! I wakened on a sadder stair — Tramp — tramp — tramp — tramp — upon the Brixton Mill ! FUGITIVE LINES ON PAWNING MY WATCH. " Aurum potdbih : " — Gold biles the pot. — Free Translation. Fakewell then, my golden repeater, We're come to my Uncle's old shop ; And hunger won't be a dumb-waiter, The Cerberus growls for a sop ! To quit thee, my comrade diurnal. My feelings will certainly scotch ; But oh ! there's a riot internal. And Famine calls out for the Watch ! Oh ! hunger's a terrible trial, I really must have a relief, — So here goes the plate of your dial To fetch me some Williams's beef I 8G2 POEMS, BY A POOR GENTLEMAN. As famish'd as any lost seaman, I've fasted for many a dawn, And now must play chess with the Demon, And give it a check with a pawn. I've fasted, since dining at Buncle's, Two days with true Perceval zeal — And now must make up at my Uncle's^ By getting a duplicate meal. "oh M¥ prophetic soul — MY UKCLE ! " No Peachum it is, or young Lockit, That rifles my fob with a snatch ; Alas ! I must pick my own pocket, And make gravy-soup of my watch POEMS, BY A POOR GENTLEMAN. 363 So long I have vvander'd a starver, I'm getting; as keen as a hawk; Time's long hand must take up a carver. His short hand lay hold of a fork. Right heavy and sad the event is, Bat oh ! it is Poverty's crime ; I've been such a Brownrigg's Apprentice, I thus must be " out of my Time." Alas ! when in Brook Street the Upper, In comfort I lived between walls, I've gone to a dance for my supper; But now I must go to Three Balls ! Folks talk about dressing for dinner, But I have for dinner undrest ; Since Christmas, as I am a sinner, I've eaten a suit of my best. I haven't a rag or a mummock To fetch me a chop or a steak ; I wish that the coats of my stomach Were such as my uncle would take ! When dishes were ready with garnish My watch used to warn with a chime — But now my repeater must furnish The dinner in lieu of the time ! My craving will have no denials, I can't fob it off, if you stay, So go, — and the old Seven Dials Must tell me the time of the dav. S64 THE LIFE OF ZIMMERMANN. Your chimes I shall never more hear *era, To part is a Tic Douloureux! But Tempus has his edax rerum, And I have my Feeding-Time too I Farewell then, my golden repeater, We're come to my Uncle's old shop— And Hunger won't be a dumb-waiter, The Cerberus growls for a sop ! THE LIFE OF ZIMMERMANN. (BY himself). "This, this, is solitude." — Lord Byron. I WAS born, I may almost say, an orphan; my Father died three months before I saw the light, and my Mother three hours after — thus I was left in the whole world alone, and an only child, for I had neither Brothers nor Sisters ; much of my after passion for solitude might be ascribed to this cause, for I believe our tendencies date themselves from a much earlier age, or rather, youth, than is generally imagined. It was remarked that I could go alone at nine months, and I have had an apti- tude to going alone all the rest of my life. The first words I learnt to say, were "I by myself, I " — or thou — or he — or she — or it — but I was a long time before I could pronounco any personals in the plural ; my little games and habits Avere equally singular. I was fond of playing at Solitary or at Patience, or another game of cards of my own invention, namely, whist, with three dummies. Of books, my favourite was Eobinson Cmsoe, especially the first part, for I was not fond THE LIFE OF ZIMMERMANN. 365 of the intrusion of Friday, and thought the natives really were Savagts to spoil such a solitude. At ten years of age 1 was happUy placed with the Eev. Mr. Steinkoptf, a widower, who took in only the limited number of six pupils, and had only me to begin with; here I enjoyed myself very much, learning in a first and last class in school hours, and playing in play time at hoop, and other pretty games not requiring partners. My playground was, in short, a garden of Eden, and I did not even sigh for an Eve, but, like Paradise, it was too happy to last. I was removed from Mr. Steinkopff's to the University of Gottingen, and at once the eyes of six hundred pupils, and the pupils of twelve hundred eyes, seemed fastened upon me : I felt like an owl forced into day-light ; often and often I shammed ill, as an excuse for confining myself to my chamber, but some officious would-be friends, insisting on coming to sit with me, as they said, to enliven my solitude, I was forced as a last re- source to do that which subjected me, on the principle of How- ard's Prison Discipline, to solitary confinement. But even this pleasure did not last; the heads of the College found out that solitary confinement was no punishment, and put another student in the same cell; in this extremity [ had no alternative but to endeavour to make him a convert to my principles, and in some days I succeeded in convincing him of the individual independence of man, the solid pleasures of solitude, and the hollow one of society,— in short, he so warmly adopted my views, that in a transport of sympathy we swore an eternal friendship, and agreed to separate for ever, and keep ourselves to ourselves as much as possible. To this end we formed with our blanket a screen across our cell, and that we might not even in thought associate with each other, he soliloquised only in Frencli, of which I was ignorant, and I in English, to which he was equally a stranger. Under this system my wishes were gratified, for 1 think 1 felt more intensely lonely than I ever remember when 366 THE LIFE OF ZIMMERMANN. more strictly alone. Of course this condition had a conclusion ; we were brought out again unwillingly into the common world, and the firm of Zimmermann, Nobody, and Co., was compelled to admit — six hundred partners. In this extremity, my fellow prisoner Zingleman and myself had recourse to the persuasions of oratory. We preached solitude, and got quite a congregation, and of the six hundred hearers, four hundred at least became converts to our Unitarian Doctrine ; every one of these disciples strove to fly to the most obscure recesses, and the little cemetery of the College had always a plenty of those who were trying to make themselves scarce. This of course was afflicting ; as in the game of puss in a corner, it was difficult to get a corner unoccupied to be alone in ; the defections and desertions from the College were consequently numerous, and for a long time the state gazette contained daily advertisements for missing gen- tlemen, with a description of their persons and habits, and in- variably concluding with this sentence : " of a melancholy turn, — calls himself a Zimmermanian, and affects solitude." In fact, as Schiller's Robbers begot Eobbers, so did my solitude beget solitudinarians, but with this difference, that the dramatist's disciples frequented the Highways, and mine the Byeways ! The consequence was what might have been expected, which I had foreseen, and ardently desired. I was expelled from the University of Gottingen. This was perhaps the triumph of my life. A grand dinner was got up by Zingleman in my honour, at which more than three hundred were present, but in tacit homage to my principles, they never spoke nor held any com- munication with each other, and at a concerted signal the toast of '* Zimmermann and Solitude " was drunk, by dumb show, in appropriate solemn silence. I was much affected by this tribute, and left with tears in my eyes, to think, with such sentiments, how many of us might be thrown together again. Being thus left to myself, like a vessel with only one hand on board, I was THE LIFE OF ZIMMERMANN. 3G7 at liberty to steer my own course, and accordingly took a lodg- ino^ at Number One, in Wilderness Street, that held out the inviting prospect of a single room to let for a single man. In this congenial situation I composed that my great work on Soli- tude, and here I think it necessary to warn the reader against many spurious books, calling themselves " Companions to Zim- mermann's Solitude," as if solitude could have society. Alas, from this work I may date the decline which my presentiment tells me will terminate in my death. My book, though written against populousness, became so popular, that its author, though in love with loneliness, could never be alone. Striving to fly from the face of man, I could never escape it, nor that of woman and child into the bargain. When I stirred abroad mobs sur- rounded me, and cried, " Here is the Solitary ! "— when I staid at home I was equally crowded; all the public societies of Gottingen thought proper to come up to me with addresses, and not even by deputation. Plight was my only resource, but it did not avail, for I could not fly from myself. Wherever I went Zimmermann and Solitude had got before me, and then- votaries assembled to meet me. In vain I travelled throughout the European and Asiatic continent : with an enthusiasm and per- severance of which only Germans are capable, some of my countrymen were sure to haunt me, and really showed by the distance they journeyed, that they were ready to go all lengths with me and my doctrine. Some of these Pilgrims even brought their wives and children along with them, in search of my soli- tude ; and were so unreasonable even as to murmur at my taking the inside of a coach, or the cabin of a packet-boat to myself. Prom these persecutions I was released by what some persons would call an unfortunate accident, a vessel in which I sailed from. Leghorn, going down at sea with all hands excepting my own pair, which happened to have grappled a hen-coop. There was no sail in sight, nor any land to be seen — nothing but sea 368 THE LIFE OF ZHIMERMANN. and sky ; and from the midst of the watery expanse it was per- haps the first and only glimpse I ever had of real and perfect solitude, yet so inconsistent is human nature, I could not really and perfectly enter into its enjoyment. I was picked up at length by a British brig of war, and, schooled by the past, had the presence of mind to conceal my name, and to adopt the English one of Grundy. Under this nom de guerre, but really a name of peace, I enjoyed comparative quiet, interrupted only by the pertinacious attendance of an unconscious countryman, who, noticing my very retired habits, endeavoured by daily lectures from my own work, to make me a convert to my own principles. In short, he so wore me out, that at last, to get rid of his importunities, I told him in confidence that I was the author himself. But the result was anything but what I ex- pected ; and here I must blush again for the inconsistency of human nature. While Winkells knew me only as Grundy, he painted nothing but the charms of Solitude, and exhorted me to detach myself from society; but no sooner did he learn that I was Zimmermann, than he insisted on my going to Lady C 's rout and his own conversazione. In fact, he wanted to make me, instead of a Lion of the Desert, a Lion of the Menagerie. How I resented such a proposition may be supposed, as well as his offer to procure for me the first vacancy that happened in the situation of Hermit at Lord P 's Hermitage ; being, as he was pleased to say, not only able to bear solitude, but well- bred and well-informed, and fit to receive company. The effect of this unfortunate disclosure was to make me leave England, for fear of meeting with the fate of a man or an ox that ventures to quit the common herd. I should immediately have been de- clared mad, and mobbed into lunacy, and then put into solitary confinement, with a keeper always with me, as a person beside himself, and not fit to be left alone for a moment. As such a fate would hav^ been worse to me than death, I immediately left THE PORTRAIT London, and am now living anonymously in an uninhabited house, — prudence forbids me to sav where. " Saie, I am at Avhere? — " " Well, I know you be ! " THE PORTRAIT: BEING AN APOLOGY FOR NOT MAKING AN ATTEMPT ON MY OWN LIFE. The late inimitable Charles Mathews, in one of his amusing entertainments, used to tell a story of a certain innkeeper, who made it a rule of his house, to allow a candle to a guest, only on condition of his ordering a pint of wine. Whereupon the guest contends, on the reciprocity system, for a light for every half- bottle, and finally drinks himself into a general illumination. Something of the above principle seems to have obtained in the case of a Portrait and a Memoir, which in literary practice have been usually dependent on each other — a likeness and a life, — a candle and a pint of wine. The mere act of sitting, probably suggests the idea of hatching ; at least an author has 24 370 THE PORTEAIT. seldom nestled in a painter's chair, without coming out after- wards with a brood of Berainiscences, and accordingly, no sooner was my effigy about to be presented to the Public, than I found myself called upon by my Publisher, with a finished proof of the engraving in one hand, and a request for an account of myself in the other. He evidently supposed, as a matter of course, that I had my autobiography in the bottle, and that the time was come to uncork and pour it out with a Head. To be candid, no portrait, perhaps, ever stood more in need of such an accompaniment. The figure opposite has certainly the look of one of those practical jokes whereof the original is oftener suspected than really culpable. It might pass for the sign of " The Grave Maurice." The author of Elia has declared that he once sat as substitute for a whole series of British Admu'als,* and a physiognomist might reasonably suspect that in wantonness or weariness, instead of giving my head I had procured myself to be painted by proxy. Por who, that calls himself stranger, could ever suppose that such a pale, pensive, peaking, sentimental, sonneteering countenance — with a wry mouth as if it always laughed on its wrong side — belonged bona fide to the Editor of the Comic — a Professor of the Pantagruelian Philosophy, hinted at in the preface to the present work ? What unknown who reckons himself decidedly serious, would recognise the head and front of my " offending," in a visage not at all too hilarious for a frontispiece to the Evangelical Magazine ! In point of fact the owner has been taken sundiy times, ere now, for a Methodist Minister, and a pious turn has been attributed to his hair — lucus a non lucendo — from its having no turn in it at all.f In like manner my literary contemporaries who have cared to remark on my personals, have agreed in ascribing to me * He perhaps took the hint from Dibdin, who lays down the rule in his Sea Songs, that a Naval Hero ought to be a Lion in battle, but afterwards a Lamb. f On a march to Berlin, with the 19th Prussian Infantry, I could never succeed in passing myself off as anything but the Regimental Chaplain. THE PORTRAIT. 371 a melanohol}- bias ; thus an authority in the New Monthly Magazine has described me as " a grave anti-pun-like-looking per- son," whilst another — in the Book of Gems — declares that " my countenance is more grave than merry," and insists, therefore, that I am of a pensive habit, and " have never laughed heartily in company or in rhyme." Against such an inference, however, I solemnly protest, and if it be the fault of my features, I do not mind telling my face to its face that it insinuates a false Hood, and grossly misrepresents a person notorious amongst friends for laughing at strange times and odd places, and in par- ticular when he has the worst of the rubber. For it is no com- fort for the loss of points, by his theory, to be upon thorns. And truly what can be more unphilosophical, than to sit ruefully as well as whistfully, with your face inconsistently playing at longs and your hand at shorts, — getting hypped as well as pipped,—*' talking of Hoyle," as the City lady said, "but look- ing like winegar," and betraying as keen a sense of the profit and loss, as if the pack had turned you into a pedlar. '* ON THK CAED-EACK." But I am digressing ; and turning my back, as Lord Castle- reagh would have said, on my face. The portrait, then, is genuine — "an ^ll-favoured thing, Sir," as Touchstone says, " but mine own." For its quarrel with the rules of Lavatei there is precedent. I remember seeing on Sir Thomas Lawrence's 24—2 372 THE PORTEAIT. easel, an unfinished head of Mr. Wilberforce, so very merr}', so rosy, so good-fellowish, that nothing less than the Life and Correspondence recently published could have persuaded me that he was really a serious character. A memoir, therefore, would be the likeliest thing to convince the world that the physiognomy prefixed to this number is actually Hood's Own : — indeed a few of the earlier chapters would suffice to clear up the mystei-y, by proving that my face is only answering in the affirmative, the friendly enquiry of the Poet of all ciicles — "Has sorrow thy young days shaded?" — and telling the honest truth of one of those rickety constitutions which, according to Hudibras, seem as if intended For nothing else but to be mended." To confess the truth, my vanity pricked up its ears a little at the proposition of my Publisher. There is something vastly flattering in the idea of appropriating the half or quarter of a century, mixing it up with your personal experience, and then serving it out as your own Life and Times. On casting a retro- spective glance, however, across Memory's waste, it appeared so literally a waste that vanity herself shrank from the enclosure act, as an unpromising speculation. Had I foreseen, indeed, some five-and-thirty years ago, that such a demand woidd be made upon me, I might have laid myself out on purpose, as Dr. Watts recommends, so as " to give of every day some good account at last." I would have lived like a Frenchman, for effect, and made my life a long dress rehearsal of the future biography. I would have cultivated incidents "pour servir," laid traps for adven- tures, and illustrated my memory like Rogers's, by a brilliant series of Tableaux. The earlier of My Seven Stages shoidd have been more Wonder Phenomenon Comet and Balloon-like, and have been timed to a more QuicksQver pace than they have travelled ; in short, my Life, according to the tradesman's promise, should have been " fully equal to bespoke." But alas ! in the absence THE PORTRAIT. 373 of such a Scottish second-sight, my whole course of existence up to the present moment would hardly furnish materials for one of those "bald biographies" that content the old gentlemanly pages of Sylvanus Urban. Lamb, on being applied to for a Memoir of himself, made ans>ver that it would go into an epi- gram; and I really believe that I could compress my own into that baker's dozen of lines called a sonnet. Montgomery, in- deed, has forestalled the greater part of it, in his striking poem on the " Common Lot," but in prose, nobody could ever make anything of it, except Mr. George Eobins. The lives of literary men are proverbially barren of interest, and mine, instead of forming an exception to the general rule, would bear the applica- tion of the following words of Sir Walter Scott, much better than the career of their illustrious author. " There is no man known at all in literature, who may not have more to tell of his private life than I have. I have surmounted no difficulties either of birth or education, nor have I been favoured by any particular advantages, and my life has been as void of incidents of import- ance as that of the weary knife-grinder—' Story ! God bless you, I have none to tell. Sir.' ' Thus my birth was neither so humble that, like John Jones, I have been obliged amongst my lays to lay the cloth, and to court the cook and the muses at the same time ; nor yet so lofty, that, with a certain lady of title, I could not write without letting myself down. Then, for education, though on the one hand I have not taken my degree, with Blucher; yet on the other, I have not been rusticated, at the Open Air School, like the poet of Helpstone. As for incidents of importance, I re- member none, except being drawn for a soldier, which was a hoax, and having the opportunity of giving a casting vote on a great parochial question, only I didn't attend. I have never been even third in a duel, or crossed in love. The stream of time has flowed on with me very like that of the New Eiver, 374 THE PORTRAI'l. which everybody knows has so little romance about it, that its head has never troubled us with a Tale. My own story then, to possess any interest, must be a fib. Truly given, with its egotism and its barrenness, it would look too like the chalked advertisements on a dead wall. More- over, Pope has read a lesson to self-importance in the Memoirs of P.P., the Parish Clerk, who was only notable after all amongst hig neighbours as a swallower of loaches. Even in such practical whims and oddities I am deficient, — for instance, eschewing razors, or bolting clasp-knives, riding on painted ponies, sleeping for weeks, fasting for months, devouring raw tripe, and similar ec- centricities, which have entitled sundry knaves, quacks, boobies, and bmtes, to a brief biography in the Wonderful Magazine. And, in the absence of these distinctions, I am equally deficient in any spiritual pretensions. I have had none of those ex- periences which render the lives of saintlings, not yet in their teens, worth their own weight in paper and print, and con- sequently my personal history, as a Tract, would read as flat as the Pilgrim's Progress without the Giants, the Lions, and the grand single combat with the Devil. To conclude my life, — " upon my life," — is not worth giving or taking. The principal just suffices for me to live \ipon ; and of course, would alt'ord little interest to anyone else. Besides, I have a bad memory ; and a personal history would assuredly be but a middling one, of which I have forgotten the beginning and cannot foresee the end. I must, therefore, respectfully decliue giving my life to the world — at least till I have done with it — • but to soften the refusal, I am willing, instead of a written character of myself, to set down all that I can recall of other authors, and, accordingly, the next number will contain the first instalment of MY LITERARY REMINISCENCES. 375 THE COMPASS, WITH VARIATIONS. .. The Needles have sometimes been fatal to Marm^^^^^^ Picture of Isle of One close of day— 'twas in the Bay Of Naples, bay of glory ! While light was hanging crowns of gold On mountains high and hoary, A gallant bark got under weigh, And with her sails my story. For Leghorn she was bound direct. With wine and oil for cargo, Her crew of men some nine or ten, The Captain's name was lago ; A good and gallant bark she was. La Donna (call'd) del Lago. Bronzed mariners wei'e hers to view. With brown cheeks clear or muddy, Dark, shining eyes, and coal-black hair. Meet heads for painter's study ; But 'midst their tan their stood one man. Whose cheek was fair and ruddy. His brow was high, a loftier brow Ne'er shone in song or sonnet. His hair a little scant, and when He doff'd his cap or bonnet, One saw that Grey had gone beyond A premiership upon it. 376 THE COMPASS, WITH VAEIATIONS. His eye — a passenger was he, The cabin he had hired it, — His eye was gray, and when he look'd Around, the prospect fired it — A fine poetic light, as if The Appe-Nine inspired it. His frame was stout, in height about Six feet — well made and portly ; Of dress and manner just to give A sketch, but very shortly, His order seem'd a composite Of rustic with the courtly. A STOBM IN TABLE BAT. He ate and quaff' d, and joked and laughM, And chatted with the seamen, And often task'd their skill and ask'd " What weather is't to be, man? " No demonstration there appear'd That he was any demon. THE COMPASS, WITH VARIATIONS. ST-^ No sort of sign there was that he, Could raise a stormy rumpus, Like Prospero, make breezes blow. And rocks and billows thump us,— But little we supposed what he Could with the needle compass ! Soon came a storm— the sea at first Seemed lying almost fallow — When lo ! full crash, with billowy dash, Prom clouds of black and yellow, Came such a gale, as blows but once A cent'ry, like the aloe ! Our stomachs we had just prepared To vest a small amount in ; When, gush ! a flood of bvine came down The skylight— quite a fountain, And right on end the table rear'd. Just like the Table Mountain. Down rush'd the soup, down gush'd the wine, Each roll, its role repeating, Holl'd down— the round of beef declar'd For parting— not for meating 1 Off flew the fowls, and all the game Was " too far gone for eating ! '* Down knife and fork— down went the pork. The lamb too broke its tether ; Down mustard went— each condiment— Salt— pepper— all together ! Down everything, like craft that seek The Downs in ptormy weather. 378 THE COMPASS, WITH VARIATIONS Down plunged the Lady of the Lake. Her timbers seemed to sever j Down, down, a dreary derry down. Such lurch she had gone never ; She almost seem'd about to take A bed of down for ever ! Down di'opt the captain's nether jaw, Thus robb'd of all its uses, He thought he saw the Evil One Beside Yesuvian sluices. Playing at dice for soul and ship And tlurowing Suik and Deuces. Down fell the steward on his face, To all the Saints commending ; And caudles to the Virgin vow'd, As save-alls 'gainst his ending. Down fell the mate, he thought his fate, Check-mate, was close impending • Down fell the cook — the cabin boy, Theii' beads with fervour telling, While alps of serge with snowy verge. Above the yards came yelling. Down fell the crew, and on their knees Shuddered at each wliite swelling ! Down sunk the sun of bloody hue, His crimson light a cleaver To each red rover of a wave : To eye of fancy-weaver, Neptune, the God, seemed tossing in A raging scarlet fever I THE COMPASS, WITH VARIATIONS. Sore, sore afraid, each Papist pray'd To Saint and Vii'gin Mary ; But one there was that stood compose! Amid the waves' vagary ; As staunch as rock, a true game cock *Mid chicks of Mother Gary ! His ruddy cheek retain'd its streak, No danger seemed to shrink him ; His step still bold, — of mortal mould The crew could hardly think him : The Lady of the Lake, he seem'd To know, could never sink him. 37y A KOUeH BBl.. Relax'd at last the furious gale. Quite out of breath with racing ; The boiling flood in milder mood, With gentler billows chasing ; From stem to stern, with frequent turn. The Stranger took to pacing. 380 THE COMPASS, WITh[ VARIATIOJXS. And as he walk'd to self he talked, Some ancient ditty thrumming, In under tone, as not alone — Now whistling, and now humming — *' You're welcome, Charlie," " Cowdenknowes," " Kenraure," or " Campbells' Coming." Down went the wind, down went the wave. Fear quitted the most finical ; The Saints, I wot, were soon forgot, And Hope was at the pinnacle : When rose on high, a frightful cry — " The Devil's in the binnacle ! " "The Saints be near," the helmsman cried, Ilis voice with quite a falter — " Steady's my helm, but every look The needle seems to alter ; God only knows where China lies, Jamaica, or Gibraltar ! " The captain stared aghast at mate, The pilot at th' apprentice ; No fancy of the German Sea Of Fiction the event is : But when they at the compass look'd, It seem'd non compass mentis. Now north, now south, now east, now west. The wavering point was shaken, 'Twas past the whole philosophy Of Newton, or of Bacon ; Never by compass, tiU that hour Such latitudes were taken ! THE COMPASS, WITH VARIATIONS. 38L With fearful speech, each after each Took turns in the inspection ; They found no gun — no ii'on — none To vary its direction ; It seera'd a new magnetic case Of Poles in Insurrection ! Farewell to wives, farewell their lives, And all their household riches ; Oh ! while they thought of girl or boy. And dear domestic niches. All down the side which holds the heart, That needle gave them stitches. With deep amaze, the Stranger gaz'd To see them so white-liver'd : And walk'd abaft the binnacle, To know at what they shiver'd ; But when he stood beside the card, St. Josef ! how it quiver'd ! No fancy-motion, brain-begot. In eye of timid dreamer — The neiTous finger of a sot Ne'er show'd a plainer tremor ; To every brain it seem'd too plain, There stood th' Infernal Schemer ! Mix'd brown and blue each visage grew, Just like a pullet's gizzard ; Meanwhile the captain's wandering wit, From tacking like an izzard, Bore down in this plain course at last, ^ It's Michael Scott— the Wizard ! " 382 SUMMER. A smile past o'er the ruddy face ; " To see the poles so falter, I'm puzzled, friends, as much as you. For with no fiends I palter ; Michael I'm not — although a Scott — My Christian name is "Walter." Like oil it fell, that name, a spell On all the fearful faction ; The Captain's head (for he had read) Confess'd the Needle's action. And bow'd to Him in whom the North Has lodged its main attraction ! A BTAS, OV THB FUST MAGITETCDE. SUMMER —A WINTER ECLOGUE. A Back Parlour at Camberwell. Svlvanus is seated at the breakfast- table, and greeteth his friend Civi-. Syl. — A good morrow to you, friend Civis, and a hearty wel- come ! — IIow hath sleep dealt with you through the night ? SUMMER. 383 Civ. — Purely indeed, and with rare pastoral dreams. I have done nothing but walk through pleasant groves, or sit me down under shady boughs, the whole livelong night. A foretaste, my friend, of the rural delights yet to come, in strolling with you amongst the dainty shades of this your verdant retreat. How have I yearned all through the month of June, to be a Jack-i'- the-Green again amidst your leaves here ! You know my pro- spect in town. Syl. — Aye, truly ; I did once spend, or rather misspend a whole week there in the' dog-days. You looked out opposite on a scorching brick front of six stories, with a south aspect — studded with I know not how many badges of Assurance from fire, and not without need — for the shop windows below seemed all a-blaze with geranium-coloured silks, at that time the mode, and flamme d'enfer. The left-hand shop, next door, was all red, likewise, with regiments of lobsters, in their new uniforms ; be- yond that, a terrible flaring Eed Lion, newly done up with paint. At the next door, a vender of red morocco pocket-books — my eyes were in a scarlet fever, the whole time of my sojourning. Civ. — A true picture, I confess. We are, indeed, a little strong in the warm tints ; but they give the more zest to your suburban verdure. All the way down overnight, I thought only of the two tall elm trees beside your gate, and which have always been to my city optics as refreshing as a pair of green spectacles. Surely of all spots I have seen, Camberwell is the greenest, as the poet says, that ever laid hold of IMemory's waist. Syl. — It hath been greener aforetime. But I pray you sit down and fall to. — Shall I help you to some of this relishing salted fish ? Civ. — By your good leave, Sylvanus, I will first draw up these blinds. My bed-room, you know, looks out only to the road, and I am longing to help my eyes, to a little of what, as a citizen, I mav truly call the green fat of nature. 38i SUM:MEPt. Syl. — Xay, Civis — I pray you let the blinds alone. The rolls are getting cold. This ham is excellently well cured, and the eggs are new-laid. Come, take a seat. Civ. — I beseech your patience for one moment. There I — the blind is up. What a brave flood of sunshine — and what a glorious blue sky ! — What a rare dainty day to roam abroad in, dallying with the Dryads ! — But what do I behold ! Oh, my Sylvanus, the Dryads are stripped of their green kirtles — stark naked ! The trees are all bare, God help me ! as bare as the '* otamies in Surgeons' Hall ! " Syl. — You would take no forewarning — I bade you not pull up the blind. It was my intent to have broken the truth to you, after you had made a full meal; but now you must to breakfast with what appetite you may ! Civ. — As I hope to see Paradise — there is not a green bough be- tween this and Peck- ham ! Syl. — No, truly, not a twig! advise I would not any forlorn BABES IN THE WOOD. Babes to die in our woods, for Cock Robin would be pain- fully perplext to provide them with a pall. Alas! were a Butterfly to be bom in our bowers, there is not a leaf to swaddle it in. Civ. — Miserable man that I am, to have come down so late, or rather that winter should have arrived thus early ! Ungenial climate ! untimely Boreas ! Syl. — Blame not Boreas, nor Avinter neither. Boiling heat SI3MMER. 3g5 had more part than freezing point in this havoc. To think that even summer nowadays should go by steam ! Civ. — You speak in Sphynxian riddles ! Oh, my Sylvanus, tell me in plain English prose what has become of the o-reen emeralds of the forest ? Syl. — Destroyed in one day by a swarm of locusts. Not the locusts of Scripture, such as were eaten by St. John in the wil- derness, but a new species. I caught one in the fact, on the ?ery elm tree you wot of, and which it had stripped to the bone, saving one bough. -^'ix::^^^^i^M A NEW tOCUST. Civ. — I am glad, with all my heart, that you have him secure, for I delight to gaze on the wonders of nature, even of the de- stmctive kinds. You shall show me you-v new locust. Of 25 386 SUMMES. course you thrusted a pin through the body, and fixed it down to a cork after the manner of the entomologists. Syl.— Xo, tmly; for it knocked me down after the manner of the pugilists, and so made its escape. Civ._How ! be they so huge, then ? To my fancy, they seem more like flying dragons than locusts. Syl. — It is true, notwithstanding. Some of them which T have seen, measured nearly six feet in length; others, that w^ere younger, from three to five. One of these last, the Minimi, or small fiy, I likewise took captive, though not without some shrewd kicking and biting, and striking with its fore- paws. Civ. — The smallest of animals will do so to escape from bondage. I take for granted you knocked him on the head, for the sake of peace. Syl. — No, indeed. I had not the heart ; the visage was so strangely human, — ape or monkey could not look more like a man in the face ; and then it cried and whined for all the world like a mere boy. Civ. — It would have been a kind of petty murder to slay him. I do not think I could commit Monkey cide myself. They look, as Lady Macbeth says, so like our Fathers. To kill an ape would plant the whole stings of an apiary in my con- science. I pray you go on with the description. Syl.— Willingly, and according to the system of the great Linn^us. Antennae or bonis he had none, thus dilfering from the common locust, but in lieu thereof, sundry bunches and tufts of coarse red hair ; eyes brown, and tending inw^ards to- wards the proboscis or snout. Two fore-legs or anus terminat- ino- in ten palpi or feelers, and the same number of toes or claws on the hinder feet. On grasping truncus, or the trunk, it was cased in a loose skin resembling corduroy, the same being most cm-iouslv furnished with sundry bags or pouches, into which, SUMMER. 387 like the provident pelican, it stuffed the forage it had collected from the trees. Civ. — With submission, Sylvanus, to your better judgment, I should have taken this same Locust, from your description, to have been actually a mere human boy. Syl. — Between ourselves, he was — though of what nation or parentage I know not. To use his own heathenish jargon, he was doing " a morning fake on the picking lay for a cove wot add a tea-crib in the monkery." Civ. — A strange gibberish, but I do remember that Peter the Wild Boy was wont to discourse in the same uncouth fashion. Poor savage of the woods ! I do feel for his pitiful estate ; but what could move him to pluck off all the green emeralds of the Porest? Syl.— To make sham Hyson and mock Souchong. Even in June you would have deemed it was November, there were so many ragged Guys collecting gunpowder. Oh, Civis, thou hast no notion of the tea-trade that hath been carried on in these parts. Many times I have believed myself to be dwelling in Canton, and that my name was Hum. Thrice I have caught myself marvelling at the huge feet of Mrs. S., and have groped behind my nape for the national pigtail. Civ. — Sylvanus, spare me. I have but one green week in the year, and here it is all blotted out of the calendar. I pray you do not jest with me. What hath become of the leaves of yon sycamore? Syl. — Plucked by a Blackamoor, who prefen-ed it to the climbing of chimneys. Civ. — And yonder Ashes, which I could mourn for in appro- priate sackcloth 1 Syl. — Stripped by the select young gentleman of Seneca- house, who left the politer branches of education for the purpose. Scholars, you know, will play truant gratis, and these had the 25—2 SUMMER. opportunity of performing it at twopence tlie Lour. One Satur- day they did turn their half-holiday into a whole one, and were found by the geographical master picking Chinese Pekoe and Padre on the sloe bushes and willows of Peckham Rye. Civ. — Oh, my Sylvanus, such then is the cause of the desola- tion I sui'vey. To think that I may have myself helped to swallow the verdure that I should now be sitting under. That the green Druidical leaves, instead of clothing the Dryads, should be assisting in the sweeping of my own Kidderminster carpets ! Syl. — Verily so it is. The great god Pan is dead, and Pot will reign in his stead. Civ. — Such a misfortune was never before read in a tea-cup ! Oh, my Sylvanus, what is to become of patriotism or love of the country, when the best part of the country is turned to grouts ? Syl. — I have heard by way of rumour, that Mistress Shakerly of our village, attri- butes her palsy to a dash of aspen in her British Congo ; indeed there be shrewd doubts abroad whether the great Projector hath been at all reform- ing by turning over a new leaf. Mr. Fairday, the notable chemist, hath sworn solemnly on his affi- davit, that the tea is strongly emetical, having always acted upon his stomach as tea and turn out. Civ. — Of a verity it ought to be tested by the doctors. A GEKAT PEOJECTOB. SUMMER. 389 Syl. — They have tested it, and tasted it to boot. Dr. Budd, the Pennyroyal Professor of Botany, hath ranked it with the rankest of poisons, after experimenting its destructive virtues on select tea parties of his relations and friends. Civ. — And I doubt not Dr. Eudd, of the same Koyal Col- lege, hath added a confirmation to this christening. Syl. — You know the proverb. Doctors' opinions do not keep step, or match together, better than their horses. Dr. Eudd hath given this beverage with cream of tartar and sugar of lead to consumptives, and hath satisfied himself morally and physically that phthisic does not begin with tea. SLOE POISOW. Civ.— Dr. Eudd is an ass ! Oh, my Sylvanus, I am sick at heart ! Only two days since I did purchase a delectable book of poems, called "Foliage," purposely to read under your trees, 390 PAIll'D NOT MATCH'D. but how can I enjoy it, when the very foliage of nature is, as tne booksellers say, out of print ! " Bare ruined quires where late the sweet birds sung." Syl. — My friend, take comfort. This tea-tray will not be brought up another year, for the counterfeit herb hath all been seized, and condemned to be burnt in the yard of the Excise. Civ. — I am glad on't, for it will be, as the French say, " a feu-de-joie ; " and verily all the little singing birds ought to collect on the chimney-pots to chaunt a Tea Deum. In the mean time I must borrow Job's patience under my boils, though they be of the size of kettles, and have boiled aAvay my summer at a gallop. Possibly you may have fewer locusts another season ; but by way of precaution, the next time I come down by the stage I shall attend to an old stage direction in Macbeth, namely, *' Enter the army with their green boughs in their hands." PAIR'D NOT MATCH'D. Of wedded bliss Bards sing amiss, I cannot make a song of it ; For I am small. My wife is tall, And that's the short and long of it "When we debate It is my fate To always have the wrong of it ; For I am small, And she is tall, Ai)'"* Shot's the short and long of it ) PAIR'D NOT MATCH'D. And when I speak My voice is weak, But hers — she makes a gong of it 1 For I am small, And she is tall, And that's the short and long of it ! 891 BCITNIVG COUNTER. She has, in brief, Command in Chief, And I'm but Aide-de-camp of it ; Por I am small. And she is tall. And that's the short and long of it f PAIR'D NOT MATCH'D. She gives to me The weakest tea, And takes the whole Souchong of it ; For I am small, And she is tall. And that*s the short and loner of it ! LONG COMMOXS AXD SHORT COMMOITS. She'll sometimes grip My buggy whip, And make me feel the thong of it ! For I am small, And she is tall, And that's the short and Ions of it PAIR'D NOT MATCH'D. Against my life She'll take a knife, Or fork, and dart the prong of it ; For I am small. And she is tall. And that's the short and long of it ! I sometimes think I'll take to drink, And hector when I'm strong of it ; Por I am small. And she is tall, And that's the short and long of it I 0, if the bell Would ring her knell, I'd make a gay ding-dong of it ; Por I am small. And she is tall. And that's the short and long of it! 393 Man wants but little here below. Nor wants that little long." 394 FBOTSCTINO IHB FA.BB* THE DUEL. A SERIOUS BALLAD. Like the two Kings of Brentford smelling at one nosegay.' In Brentford town of old renown, There lived a Mister Bray, Who fell in love with Lucy Bell, And so did Mr. Clay. To see her ride from Hammersmith, By all it was allow'd, Such fair outsides are seldom seen, Such Angels on a Cloud. THE DUEL. 395 Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay, Tou choose to rival me, And court Miss Bell, but there your court No thoroughfare shall be. Unless you now give up your suit, You may repent your love ; I who have shot a pigeon match, Can shoot a turtle dove. So pray before you woo her more. Consider what you do ; If you nop aught to Lucy Bell,— I'll pop it into you. Said Mr. Clay to Mr. Bray, Your threats I quite explode ; One who has been a volunteer, Knows how to prime and load. And so I say to you unless Your passion quiet keeps, I who have shot and hit bulls' eyes, May chance to hit a sheep's. Now gold is oft for silver changed, And that for copper red ; But these two went away to give Each other change for lead. But first they sought a friend a-piece. This pleasant thought to give — When they were dead, they thus should have Two seconds still to live. THE DUEL. To measure out the ground not long The seconds then forbore, And having taken one rash step They took a dozen more. They next prepared each pistol-pau Against the deadly strife, By putting in the prime of death Against the prime of life. Now all was ready for the foes, But when they took their stands, Fear made them tremble so they found They both were shaking hands. Said Mr. C. to Mr. B., Here one of us may fall, And like St. Paul's Cathedral now, Be doom'd to have a ball. I do confess I did attach Misconduct to your name ; If I withdraw the charge, will then Your ramrod do the same ? Said Mr. B., I do agree — But think of Honour's Courts t If we go off without a shot, There will be strange reports. But look, the morning now is bright, Though cloudy it begun ; V\hy can't we aim above, as if We had call'd out the sun ? THE EOPE DANCER. So up into the harmless air, Their bullets they did send j And may all other duels have That upshot in the end ! EXCHANGING— EK.CBIVING THE DIFFERENCE. THE HOPE DANCER. AN EXTRAVAGANZA, AFTER RABELAIS. I AM going, my masters, to tell you a strange romantic, aye, necromantic, sort of story — and yet every monosyllable of it is as true as the Legend of Dumpsius. If you should think other- wise, I cannot help it. All I can say is, you are not experte credo, or expert at believing. You must know, then, that on a certain day, of a certain year, certain officers went on certain information, to a certain house, in a certain court, in a certain city, to take up a certain Italian for a certain crime. What gross fools are they who say there is nothing certain in this world ! However, in they went, with a crash and a dash, and a grip and a grapple, and if they did not take him by the scruff of the neck, like a dog, there is 398 THE ROPE DANCER. no truth in St. Winifred's Well. He made no resistance, not so much as a left-hander, though he was by trade a smasher. As for any verbal defence, he never so much as attempted to lay a lie, much less to hatch one. There he was, caught in the very thing, act and fact, as poor a devil as need be to be making money. He was as dead as any die he had about him : as sur$ of a gallows and a rope, as if he had paid for them down on the nail of before-hand. Oh, ye City Croesuses, what think ye of a man having his quantum suffocate of twisted hemp for making money ! For my own part, if I was to swing for saying so, I'd cry out like a Stentor, that one of God's images ought not to be made worm's meat of for only washing the King's face. 'Twould be a very hard-boiled case, and yet, 'fore Gog and Magog, so it was. For gilding a brass farthing he was to change twelve stone of good human flesh to a clod of clay ; to change a jolly, laughing, smiling, grinning, crying, wondering, staring, face-making face for a mere caput mortuum ; to change prime tripe, delicate cow-heel, succulent trotters, for a mouthful of dust ; to change a garret for a grave ; to change a neckcloth for a halter. Zounds ! what a deal of change for a bad half sovereign ! Well, there he was, caught like a rat, and going for a tit-bit to the furr'd Law-Cats, and without so much as giving a squeak for his life. The counterfeits were on him, so he had nothing to utter. I verily believe, if you had found him in twice as many melting pots, and crucibles, and dies, and white or brown gravy to boot, he could not have coined an excuse. As I said before, he was found with the mould upon him, and that, as the sexton of St. Sepulchre will tell you, is as good as a burial to you any day of your life. He was legally dead, and could iiot look, like other men, upon the sun as his sun-in-law, so he wisely shook hands with himself, and bade good-bye to himself, and did not attempt with his tongue to lick the cub of guilt into a child of grace. All he asked, was THE ROPE DANCER. 399 to be allowed to take with him a little reptile, or insect of some sort that he had brought over from Italy, belike to be a solace to his captivity ; for Baron Trenck, you know, made a bon- camarade of a prison rat, and Monsieur F., in the Bastile, as you know equally, made a long-standing friend of a daddy-long- legs. We live in a world of whims. We eat them, and drink them, and court them, and marry them, take them to bed and board with us, and why not to prison ? So Tonio begged for his whim to keep him company, and as it was a small gentle- looking whim, neither so fierce as a lion, nor so huge as an ele- phant, and moreover as it was a whim no ways dangerous to Church or State, he was allowed to take it with him in a little box, which he carried in his bosom. Now, if curiosity should itch to know what his whim was like, let it be known, once for all, that it was like neither a toad, nor a spider, nor a viper, nor a snail, nor a black beetle, nor a newt, but something between the size of a crocodile and a cricket. And as for the manner of its going, it either flew, or swam, or hopped, or crawled, or lay still like an oyster, for the Newgate Calendar does not say which. Why it was not a monkey, or a tortoise, or a marmot, Tonio being an Italian, you must ask of the Foreign Secretary at the Court of the King of the Beggars. May I transmigrate — when Brahma passes my soul into the parish of St. Brute — may I transmigrate, I say, into a butcher's daughter's pet-lamb, if it was not a piteous sight to see Tonio going off between the two law terriers to have an hour's wear- ing of that last cravat, which never goes to a laundress, but always hangs upon a line of its own. It must be owned, that he had his whim, but for all the whims that ever were whimmed I wouldn't have had his crick i' the neck. Let me, I say, stand on terra firma ; I'm content with the look-out I have of life without coveting a bird's-eye view. Old Haman, when he was 40& THE EOPE DANCER. forty cubits iiigli, had not a better prospect of this world than I have from the ground floor. Poor Tonio ! It was a sorry A LEGAL COKVEYAKCK. sight ; and if I didn't pity him, from my soul, may I be an hour behind time for seeing the next hanging bout, and all tlirough getting, by mistake, into a blunderbus. A blunderbus, my masters, is the wrong omnibus. Well, law took its course as usual, that is to say, like a grey- hound after a liare. Tony was put up, so-ho'd, run after, run over, run before, turned, tumbled and mumbled, scud and scut, and gripped by the jugulars. But that's a scurvy simile to another I have, lapped up in pancakes, so give tlie calendar a shove backwards, and suppose it Shrovetide, and poor Tony stuck up in dock by way of a shy-cock for the law limbs to shy at. You never saw such pelting in your life; no, not even when THE ROPE DANCER. 401 St. Svvithin took it into her watery head to rain cats and dogs ) First, the Foreman of ihe Grand Jury jerked a true bill at him. that took effect on his head. Thereupon the Clerk of Arraigns pitched a heavy indictment in his very teeth, so that it shivered into thirteen separate counts. Then the Council for the Crown heaved a brief of forty folios into the pit of his stomach ; anon opening a masked battery, he threw in sworn witnesses in a volley like bombshells, and when they exploded there flew out from them two melting pots, four moulds, nine bulls, and seven- and-twenty hogs, and every hog of them weighed in evidence upwards of ninety stone. Finally, the Chief Pitcher himselt pitched at him his great wig, and his fur gown, and his gold chain, and his mace, and his great inkstand, and the King's crown, and the lion and the unicorn, everything in short he could catch up, and then, taking both hands, he heaved at him the THEOWING THE LASSO. Statutes at Large ; not content with which he took next to pelt him with pairs of missiles at once. For instance, a horse and a hurdle, a gallows and a halter, a shovel-hat and a condemned sermon, a last dying speech and an elm coffin, and, last of all, may I die of the pip the next time I eat oranges, if he didn't cast at him the whole steeple of St. Sepulchre, death-bell and all, as if it had been only a snow-ball. Never was St. Stephen so pelted. No wonder in the world, 26 402 THE ROPE DANCER. that under such a huge heap of rubbish, he became utterly dumbfounded, bamboozled, obfuscated, raizmazed, spifflicated, flummockst, and flabbergasted ; seeing which the Chief Pitcher, as usual, enquired whether he had the infinitesimal of a word to say against being strangled into a blackamoor, with the very eyes of his head giving notice to quit. What matter that Tony had a bramble in his mind, that bore reasons like blackberries, and ripe ones too ; as for example, that a tight rope round the gullet is very bad for the health, and particularly when one's health requires to take pills, or even boluses, three times a day ? I say, he might have given a thousand such reasonable reasons against hanging, but the very momentous minute of opening his mouth, the Chief Pitcher pitched into it a prodigious great bung, as dab and apt and cleverly as if he had played at nothing else but chuck-farthing and pitch-in-the-hole ever since he was fourteen. So the mummy of silence being preserved, the Merlinising began, and hey presto ! before you could say Herman Boaz, the big wig was turned into a black cap ! After that you may tell the world that our Judges are no conjurors. Thus the trial ended, and Tony's sentence, as taken in the hieroglyphical short-hand, ran thus : namely, " that he was to be sent on a Black Monday to the Deaf and Dumb School that is kept in a coffin." All this time, mark you, he had the whim with him in the dock, and to look at it now and then seemed his only comfort in life, — how it whisked and frisked, and looked about it, and fed heartily, as if there had been no such thing as law or law-cats in the blessed world ; and when Tony went back, like a volume of felony, to be bound in stone, the whim still went vdih him to his cell, and from his cell to the press-room, and from the press- room to the debtor's door, and from the debtor's door to death's door itself, which opens on the scaffold, as you turn off to the right hand or the left, in your way to nobody knows where. To take such a whim of a reptile with one to the gallows, seems THE ROPE DANCER. 403 whimsical enough; but the Emperor Adrian, if you read the classics, had such a vagabondish, blandish, little animal, his animula vagula blandula, to be with him on his death-bed. Well, Friday came, and Saturday, and Sunday, and Sunday's night ; he was posting to eternity with four bolters. I will bet the whole national debt he would have given eighteen-pence a mile, and half-a-crown to the boy, to have been posting on any other road. All the favour the law allowed him was to have an Ordinary al eight instead of an ordinary at one, a very ordinary favour to a man who was about to leave off dining. But the devil ought to have his due, and so should the Lord Mayor and the Sheriffs. As they had neglected Tony a little, by not being with the other gossips at his christening, to usher him into this world, they attended very ceremoniously to show him out of it, each in his gilt coach ; and, with regard to the coachmen, the footmen, and even the very horses themselves, they were all Malthusians. Of course the Recorder brought the hanging- warrant, and if you would know what the hanging- warrant was like, it was like a map of Cheshire with the Mersey left out. I forgot to tell you, that before it came to this pass, the Ordinary came oftentimes to the cell where Tony was, to pray, be- sides whom there was an Extraordinary, who examined him on his points of faith. And the points of faith were these ; namely, whether he believed the moon to be of green cheese, and as to the size of the mites thereon. Secondly, if he believed the puppet-play of Punch and Judy to be a type of the fall of Nineveh ; and, thirdly, concerning the lions in Pilgrim's Pro- gress, whether they were bred at Mr. Wombwell's or Mr. Cross's, or at the Tower of London. To ail of which Tony giving decidedly serious answers, he was pronounced fit to die, and quite prepared to have his neck stretched, as long as the throttle of a claret-bottle when the wine is ropy. Accordingly, on the morning of Monday, Time laid his long 26—2 404 THE ROPE DANCER. hand upon Tony's collar, and gave liim eight distinct hints that his hour was come for being ornithologised by sentence of the great Law Bii-d, genus Black- cap, into jail bird, genus Wryneck. Never was there such mobbing to see a hanging. Half the Londoners that morning went without their breakfasts to be in time for the Old Bailey. Trot, trot, trot, canter and full gallop ; away tlu'ough Piccadilly ; push on there, in the Strand, hey down Holborn Hill, with a yoicks in Cheapside, and a hark forward in Newgate Street, and a tally ho ! in West Smithfield. They all meant to be in at the death. Never was there such a race, to see a man whose race was run losing it by a neck. And the order of the running was thus : — The Royal Humane Society got in first at the Drop, and had an excellent front row. The Society for Preventing Cruelty to Animals was a good second; and may I die, if the Law Life Assurance hadn't the assurance to come tljii'd. Next came the Philanthropic Society, with the Society of Good Samaritans barely a length behind ; and then the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, neck and neck with the London Benevolent Society ; all racing till they panted again, to see Tony put out of breath. You never saw such a chevy ! Luckily there was no Anniversary at St. Paul's, so the Sons of the Clergy cantered in -VArith all the children of all the parishes that had any charity, to see an execution put in for the debt of Nature. Also the Medical Society came to see one die by the New Dropsy ; and all the Knights of the Garter, with their orders, it being a collar-day, wherefore they wore their garters according to the fashion of Miss Bailey; and all the Foreign Ambassadors. Seeing which, Tony put on a good face, and walked stoutly up the ladder, saying softly to himself, " the eyes of Europe are upon you." All being ready, with the Ordinary on the right hand, and the Extraordinary on the left, and the Great Constrictor a little behind, Tony (who had his whim with him) was asked how he felt himself, and how his THE ROPE DANCER. 405 father and mother did, and all his little brothers and sisters ; to which he answered thankfully, that they were all very well, and that for his own part, he felt very comfortable, and died in the faith of St. Vitus. Now the faith of St. Vitus is not exactly the faith of the Church of England, nor, in faith, do I well know what faith it is ; but the Ordinary took no objection to it, for he was a man in favour of universal toleration, remembering the saying of the heathen Priest of Apollo to the Bishop of Magnum Bonum," " You have your thology, and let me have ;?zythology." So the Ordinary held his peace, but the Extraordinary would fain have argued the point regularly and methodically, according to the dogmatical manner of Cerberus, namely, in a discourse with three heads ; and if he had once begun to spin the triple yarn of controversy, prosyversy, and viceversy into a cable, there is no saying on oath whether the other rope might have been used to this day. Seeing, therefore, how matters stood. Master Strangulator pushed in, with an elbowing manner, and began begging pardon of Tony for the part he was about to perform, who forgave him very readily, requesting him moreover to shake hands, and by Gog and Magog, such a shake was never shaked since the Shakers became a sect ! At the first grapple of their fingers, the Strangulator pulled away his hand with a jerk, as if a bear's palm had been palmed upon him instead of a human paw. Then, after making a fright- ful face, he gave a mighty great spring or vault upwards, a deal higher than the gallows, when, on coming down, he alighted with his legs a-straddle upon the beam, where he kept posturing for some five minutes ; now rowing with his arms and legs, like a fish, now hanging with his head downwards, first by one leg and then by the other, then by one hand, and then again by his chin ; you never saw a rope-dancer or tumbler of them all, at Lartleray's or Astley's, more nimble. Then coming down to the stage with a bound, he threw three summersets forward, and then 406 THE ROPE DAXCEK. three backwards, as quick as thought. Anon, after standing for a minute in the first position, he fell a-dancing with all his might and main, and as fast as he could lift his feet, like a bear upon a hotted floor. Never was such a spring danced round about the gallows-tree ; Gilderoy was a fool to him. You may- guess how the Lord Mayor and Sheriffs, and the Ordinary and Extraordinary, stared at such a caper, till their eyes grew as big as owls' ; and still more when tuey saw Tony, after making a round O of his mouth, fall to bouncing and bounding like another Oscar Byrne ! Shade of Holbein, what a Dance of Death ! Only think of Jack Ketch and the condemned dancing face to face on the drop, now poussetting, now setting to each other, now allemanding, now waltzing, and then, Father of Vestris, what a tableau ! Tony figuring, opera-fashion, on one leg, with Cheshire poising on tip-toe on the calf of the other ! As for his whim, it was jerked out of the box at the first frisk, and had enough to do, you may be sure, to scuttle out of the way of the skipping and hopping; as it was, the poor reptile got more kicks than ha'pence. In the meantime the Humanes, and the Samaritans, and the Benevolents, and the rest of the mob, did not stand and look on quite as mum as if it had been an overbrimming Quaker's meet- ing, with a collection afterwards at the door for the Deaf and Dumb. They chuckled, and crowed, and laughed till they brayed again ; and roared, and bellowed, and shouted, and shrieked like hyaenas in hysterics. " Huzza ! huzzaw ! Go it, Jack ! That's your sort ! encore — ancore — anker — ancoore, — bravo — brawvo — bravoo — braw-^oo ! Well done, Tony — Tony for ever — Tony for my money 1 — keep it up ! It's better than dancing upon no- thing." If Laporte had been there, who knows what offer he might have made them ; for Taglioni herself never danced so — that is to say, gratis, and without music. On they jigged, how- ever, without let or stint, and may I hang my hat up for ever, if THE ROPE DANCER. 407 the same whim did not suddenly take the marshal, janitor, or head g;aoler, however unfit for dancing, seeing that one of his legs was made of the same flesh as my oak table. Timber or not, he balanced on it for a whole minute, while the other foot's <5reat toe, far above his hip, pointed exactly at the clock of St. Sepulchre, and then swinging his arms like a horizontal wind- mill, he spun off into a whirlwind of pirouettes that made one giddy to look at. That done, he struck in between the other two with a real step, and they immediately began to work out a dancing sum in the rule of three, which requires only one figure, namely, a figure of eight. Scuffle, shuffle, in and out, the three Kirk AUoway witches could not have footed it better. In fact, there was no resisting it. The whim took the very Ordinary himself, though less boisterously at first, by reason of the gravity of his calling, wherefore, taking a graceful grip with either hand of his cassock, he only glided off, to begin with, into the minuet de la cour. However, as the dancing grew more fast and furious, he gradually danced, in spite of himself, having been classically bred, into the College Hornpipe, and I defy anyone to say they ever saw it better danced, or more briskly, by the very Doctors of Oxford and Cambridge. Mother of Almack's, what a quad- rille ! What a ball ! The three Fates, though winders of thread, and spinsters in ordinary, had never seen such a Cotton ball ! It was the strangest capriccio, the rarest mad morrice that ever was danced ; one minute a mazurka, then a polonaise, then a gallop- ade, then a fandango, then a bolero, then a saraband, then a guaracha, then a Highland fling ! Sometimes the Strangulator, by help of the halter Avhich he waved this way and that, seemed executing the shawl dance ; anon, he doubled shuffled like Dusty Bob. One minute Tony appeared as measuring his steps with a duchess dowager of the time of Louis the Fourteenth ; the next he was snapping his fingers with Maggie Lauder to the tune of Tullochgorum. You fancied one minute, that the Ordi- 408 THE EOPE DANCER. nary was dancing a pas seul, to the music of Haydn's slow movement, and before you could say Jack Kobinson (now Earl of Ripon) he started off into as grotesque a burlesque as ever was flung, and floundered, and flounced, and bounced, and shuffled, -'^,- .'^A^p'^-Sl^.S^^^S^ A HIGHLAND FLING. and scuffled, and draggled, and wiggle-waggled, shambled, gam- bolled, scrambled, and skimble-skambled by Grimaldi, in Mother Goose. Blessed were thev who were born to behold it, though but from the mother's arms. It was worth going five miles to see, the first mile trundling a coach-wheel, the second picking up eggs, the third hopping on one leg, the fourth backwards, and the fifth jumped in a sack. If any man think otherwise, may he dance, that is to say, in a ten-acre meadow, with a mohawking bully of a bidl for a partner. The whim next seized the Extraordinary, and he danced like a dancing Fakir. He jumped, and thumped, and twirled, and whirled, and so did the rest, till the great drops rolled do\vii their foreheads, for it was in the very middle of the dog-days, and verily if 'Sirius did not become a dancing dog it was not for THE ROPE DANCER. 409 want of masters. The clock struck nine, and still they were at it, cross hands, down the middle, and back again — 'twas a mercy the bolt held. Chassez-croisez, dos-a-dos ! — it was getting on for ten, and yet they never called a fresh set ! high time, my masters, for authority to interfere ; but the Head of the Corpo- ration had no sooner set the foot of the corporation on the scaf- fold, than the whole of the coi-poration gave way to the whim, and was carried off with a swagger into the medley, as if it had been the great ball at Easter. There, I say, was the Mayor of London, scarlet cloak, and fur, and gold chain and all, capering like a climbing boy, on the first of May. If you had seen that morris danced, 'tis long odds, Londoners, you would not have known your own May'r from a Hobbyhorse. The Sheriffs came next, and they gave in to the same whim and danced, and so did three Phrenologists who were in waiting to take a cast of the skull, and another old woman who had got upon the scaffold to be stroked on the neck for a wen. Though her dancing day was over, she hobbled her best, and so did a Jew who came up to haggle for the criminal's clothes, and like- wise an amateur in hangings, who meant to bid high for a piece of the rope. These all danced, and God knows how many more might have joined the corps de ballet, but for a certain leap that was leaped by the Lord Mayor, and which knocked the whim on the head. Now the Lord Mayor's weight in the City, in mere flesh, was a matter of sixteen stone (on the 10th of November a little more) and his gold chain was seventy-five pounds, as good Troy weight as if Priam had weighed it himself. He had besides in his pocket, two hundred and fifty thousand pounds in gold, ninety-five thousand pounds in silver, and five thousand seven hundred pounds in copper ; moreover in his fob was an old family watch, formerly the clock of St. Dunstan, equal to ninety-five pounds and a half. Lastly, he carried on his person a huge bunch of keys, house keys, warehouse keys, ilO SONNET TO VAUXHALL. shop keys, cellar keys, and pailicularly wine cellar keys, cup- board keys, and especially pantry keys, and above all the Master Key of the City, which at any old iron shop, v>^ould have been reckoned at a hundred pounds. Only think, my masters, when such a cornorate body jumped, only think, I say, with what a confounding, astounding, crashing, smashing, flattening, pan- cake-making sole of a foot it would come down on any reptile short of a crocodde. No wonder, then, that Tony's whim was completely atomised, obliterated, and annihilated, which it was so utterly, that if you were to search on the gallows to-morrow, with a solar microscope to help you, I don't believe, on my soul, that rou would find the least article or particle of the cuticle of A TA^BANTULA. SONNET TO VAUXHALL. " The English Garden." — Mason. The cold transparent ham is on my fork — It hardly rains — and hark the bell ! — ding-dingle — Away ! Three thousand feet at gravel work. Mocking a Vauxhall shower I — Married and Single Crush—rush ; — SoaK'd Silks with v:ti white Satin mingle. ODE TO MR. MALTHUS. 411 Hengler! Madame! round wliom all bright sparks lurk, Calls audibly on Mr. and Mrs. Pringle To study the Sublime, &c.— (vide Burke) All Noses are upturned !—Whish—ish !— On high The rocket rushes— trails— j^^st steals in sight- Then droops and melts in bubbles of blue light— And Darkness reigns— Then balls flare up and die- Wheels whiz— smack crackers— serpents twist— and then Back to the cold transparent ham again 1 "a child's call TO be disposed of. ODE TO MU. MALTHUS. My dear, do pull the bell, And pull it well, And send those noisy children all up stairs. Now playing here like bears — You George, and William, go into the grounds, Charles, James, and Bob are there,— and take your string. Drive horses, or fly kites, or anything. You're quite enough to play at hare and hounds,— 412 ODE TO MR. MALTHUS. You little May, and Caroline, and Poll, Take each your doll, And go, my dears, into the two-back pair. Your sister Margaret's there — Harriet and Grace, thank God, are both at school, At far off Ponty Pool — I want to read, but really can't get on — Let the four twins, Mark, Matthew, Luke and John, Go — to their nursery — go — I never can Enjoy my Z^Ialthus among such a clan ! Oh Mr. IMalthus, I agree In everything I read with thee ! The world's too full, there is no doubt, And want's a deal of thinning out, — It's plain — as plain as Harrow's Steeple — And I agree with some thus far, ^Vho say the Queen's too popular, That is, — she has too many people. There are too many of all trades, Too many bakers. Too many every -thing-makers, But not too many undertakers, — Too many boys, — Too many hobby-de-hoys, — Too many girls, men, widows, mves and maids, — There is a dreadful surplus to demolish. And yet some Wrongheads, With thick not long heads, Poor Metaphysicians ! Sign petitions Capital punishment to abolish ; And in the face of censuses such vast ones ODE TO MR. MALTHUS. New hospitals contrive, For keeping life alive, Laying first stones, the dolts ! instead of last oaesi- Others, again, in the same contrariety, Deem that of all Humane Society They really deserve thanks, Because the two banks of the Serpentine, By their design, 413 LAYING THE FIEST STONB OP AN HOSPITAL. Are Saving Banks. Oh ! were it giv^n but to me to weed The human breed. And root out here and there some cumbering elf. I think I could go through it. And really do it With profit to the world and to myself, — 414 ODE TO MR. MALTHUS. For instance, the unkind among the Editors, My debtors, those I mean to say Who cannot or who will not pay, And all my creditors. These, for my own sake, I'd destroy ; But for the world's, and every one's, I'd hoe up ^Irs. G — 's two sons, And Mrs. B— 's big little boy, Call'd only by herself an " only joy." As Mr. Irving's chapel's not too full, Himself alone I'd pull — But for the peace of years that have to run, I'd make the Lord Mayor's a perpetual station, And put a period to rotation, By rooting up all Aldermen but one, — These are but hints what good might thus be done But ah ! I fear the public good Is little by the public understood, — For instance — if with flint, and steel, and tinder. Great Swing, for once a philanthropic man Proposed to throw a light upon thy plan, No doubt some busy fool would hinder His burning all the Foundling to a cinder. Or, if the Lord ]\Iayor, on an Easter Monday, That wine and bun-day, Proposed to poison all the little Blue-coats Before they died by bit or sup. Some meddling Marplot would blow up, Just at the moment critical, The economy political Of Saving their fresh yellow plush and new coats. ODE TO MR MALTHUS. ^^ Equally 'twould be undone, Suppose the Bisliop of London, On that great day In June or May, When all the large small family of charity, Brown, black, or carroty, Walk in their dusty parish shoes. In too, too many two-and-tvvos, To sing together till they scare the walls Of old St. Paul's, Sitting in red, grey, green, blue, drab, and white. Some say a gratifying sight, Tho' I think sad— but that's a schism— To witness so much pauperism- Suppose, I say, the Bishop then, to make In this poor overcrowded world more room, Proposed to shake Down that immense extinguisher, the dome- Some humane Martin in the charity Gal-v^&y 1 fear would come and interfere, Save beadle, brat, and overseer. To walk back in their parish shoeS; In too, too many two-and-tvvos, Islington -Wapping— or Pall Mall way ! Thus people hatch'd from goose's egg, Foolislily think a pest a plague, And in its face their doors all shut, On hinges oil'd with cajeput — Drugging themselves with drams well spiced and cloven, And turning pale as linen rags At hoisting up of yellow flags. While you and I are crying " Orange Boven I " il6 A GOOD DIRECTION. Why should we let precautions so absorb us. Or trouble shipping with a quarantine — When if I understand the thing you mean, We ought to import the Cholera Morbus ! FARCY ruHfttAIT— BIT?. MALTHU8. A GOOD DIRECTION. A CERTAIN gentleman, whose yellow cheek Proclaimed he had not been in living quite An Anchorite — Indeed, he scarcely ever knew a well day ; At last, by friends' advice, was led to seek A sui-geon of g-reat note — naF^".*^ Aberfeldie. A GOOD DIRECTION. A very famous Author upon Diet, Who, better starr'd than Alchemists of oldj By dint of turning mercury to gold, Had settled at his country house in quiet. Our Patient, after some impatient rambles Thro' Enfield roads, and Enfield lanes of brambles. At last, to make enquiry had the nous, — " Here, my good man, Just tell me if you can, Pray which is Mr. Aberfeldie's house? " The man thus stopp'd — perusing for a while The yellow visage of the man of bile, At last made answer, with a broadish grin : *' Why, turn to right — and left — and right agin, The road's direct — you cannot fail to go it." " But stop ! my worthy fellow ! — one word more — Prom other houses how am I to know it ? " ■* How ! — why you'll see blue pillars at the door ! '* 417 'AN ANCHORITB. 27 418 A LEADING ABTICLB. THE PLEASURES OF SPORTING. The consulter of Johnson's Dictionary under the term of Sport, or Sporting, would be led into a great mistake by the Doctor's definition. The word, with the great Lexicographer, signifies nothing but Diversion, Amusement, Play : — but I shall submit to the reader, with a few facts, whether it has not a more serious connexion, or to speak technically, whether it should be Play or Pay When I was a young man, having a good deal of ready money, and little wit, — I went upon the Turf. I began cautiously, and as I thought, knowingly. I studied the stud- book, and learnt the pedigree of ever}' new colt — yet somehow, between sire and dam, continually losing " the pony." My first experiment was at Newmarket. By way of seeming a leading article, I backed the Duke of Leeds, but the race came off, and the Duke was not placed. I asked eagerly who was first, and was told Tourth. The winner was a slow but strong horse, and I was informed had got in front by being a laater. Thi-s was a puzzle, but I paid for my Riddlesworth, and pre- pared for the Derby. By good luck I selected an excellent colt to stand upon — he had been tned — it was a booked thing — but the day before the Derby there was a family wash, and the THE PLEASURES OF SPORTING. 419 Laundress hung her wet linen on his lines. I paid again. I took advice about the Oaks, and instead of backing a single horse, made my stand, like Ducrow, upon four at once. No SWBKPSTAKES : — EVBEY JENNY HAS A JOCKET. luck. Terror did not start — Pury came roaring to the post — Belle was told out, and Comet was tail'd off. I paid again — and began dabbling in the Sweepstakes, and burning my fingers with the Matches. Amongst others, a bet offered that I con- ceived was peculiarly tempting, 20,000 to 20 against Post Obit — a bad horse indeed, yet such odds seemed unjustifiable, even against " an outsider." But I soon found my mistake. The outsider was in reality an insider, — filling the stomachs of some- body's hounds. — Pay again ! I resolved however to retaliate, and the opportunity presented itself. I had been confidently informed that Centipede had not a leg to stand on, and accord- ingly laid against him as thick as it would stick. The following was the report of the race ; " Centipede jumped off at a tre- mendous pace, — had it all his own way — and justified his name 27—2 420 THE PLEASURES OF SPORTING. by coming in a hundred feet in front."— Pay again ! These "hollow" matters however fretted me little, save in pocket. They were won easy, and lost to match— but the " near things " were unbearable. To lose only by half a head,— a few inches of horse-flesh ! I remember two occasions when Giraffe won by *' a neck," and Elephant by " a nose." I was almost tempted to blow out my brains by the nose, and to hang myself by the neck ! On one of those doubtful occasions, when it is difficult to name the winner, I thought I could determine the point, from some peculiar advantage of situation, and offered to back my opinion. I laid that Cobbler had won, and it was taken ; but a signal from a friend decided me that I was wrong, and by way of hedge, I offered to lay that Tinker was the first horse. This was taken like the other, and the Judges declared a dead rob — I mean to say a dead heat. — Pay again ! A likelier chance next offered. There was a difference of opinion, whether Bohea would start for the Cup, and his noble owner had privately and positively assured me that he would. I therefore betted freely that he would run for the Plate, and he walked over !— Pay again ! N.B. I found, when it was too late, that I should not have paid in this case, but I did. The Great St. Leger was still in reserve. Somewhat despe- rate, I betted round, in sums of the same shape, and my best winner became first favourite at the start. Never shall I forget the sight ! I saw him come in ten lengths a-head of everything — hollow ! hollow ! I had no voice to shout with, and it was fortunate. Man and horse went, as usual, after the race, to be weighed, and were put into the scale. They rose a little in our eyes, and sunk proportionably in our estimation. Eoguery was sniffed — the Jockey Club was appealed to, and it gave the stakes to the second horse. All bets went with the stakes, and so — Pay again ! It was time to cut the turf — and I was in a mood for burn- TH14 PLEASURES OF SPORTING. 421 in- it too. I was done by Heath, but the impression on my fortune was not in the finished style. I now turned my atten- tion to aquatics, and having been unfortunate at the One Tun. tri^d my luck in a vessel of twenty. I became a member of a Yacht Club, made matches which T lost - and sailed for a Cup at the Cowes' Regatta, but carried away nothing but my own THE cows' KEGATTA. bowsprit. Other boats showed more speed, but mine most bottom ; for after the match it upset, and I was picked up by a party of fishermen, who spared my life and took aU I had, by way of teaching me, that a preserving is not a saving.— Pay agam ! It was time to dispose of The Lucky Lass. I left her to the mate, with peremptory orders to make a sale of her ;— an in- struction he fulfilled by making all the sail on her he could, and disposing of her— by contract— to a rock, while he was thread- ing the Needles. In the meantime I betook myself to the chase. Sir W. W. had just cut his pack, and I undertook to deal with the dogs :— but I found dog's meat a dear item, though my friends HUed my hunters for me, and I boil'd my own horses. The subscribers, moreover, were not punctual, and whatever differences fell out, I was obliged to make them up. — Pay again! At last I happened to have a dispute with a brother Nimrod as to the capability of his Brown and mine, and we agreed to decide their respective rates, as church rates, by a 422 THE PLEASURES OF SPORTING. Steeple Chase. The wager was heavy. I rode for the wrong steeple — leapt a dozen gates — and succeeded in clearing my own pocket. — Pay again ! A PARTY OF PLEASDEK. It was now necessary to retrench. I gave up hunting the county, lest the county should repay it in kind, for 1 was now getting into its debt. I laid down my horses and took up a gun, leased a shooting-box, and rented a manor, somewhat too far north for me, for after a few moves, I ascertained that the game had been drawn before I took to it. It was useless therefore to try to beat — the dogs, for want of birds, began to point at butterflies. My friends, however, looked for grouse, so 1 bought them and paid the carriage. — Pay again ! Other experiments I must abridge. I found Pugilistic Sport- ing, as usual — good with both hands at receiving : — at Cocking the *' in-goes " were far exceeded by the *' out-goes : " — and at the gaming table, that it was verj'' difficult to pay my way — particularly in coming back. In short I learned pages of mean- ings at school without trouble, but the signification of that one word Sporting, in manhood has been a long, and an uncomfort- 423 THE PLEASURES OF SPORTING. able lesson, and I have still an unconquerable relish of its bitter- i, in spite of the considerate attentions of my Priends •— ness, "POINTEE AND DI8APP01NTEB. ' From Sport to Sport they hurry me To banish my regret, And when they win a smile from me They think that I forget." A 6TBBPLE CHASB- 424 A POLITICAL CNIOlf. THERE*S NO ROMANCE IN THAT J " So while I fondly imagined y,e were deceiving my relations, and flattered myself that I should outwit and incense them all; behold, my hopes are to be crushed at once, by my aunt's consent and approbation, and I am myself the only dupe. Bat here, Sir, — here is the picture ! " — Lyi>ia Languish. O DAYS of old, O days of Kniglits, Of tourneys and of tilts, When love was balk'd and valour stalk'd On high heroic stilts — THEEE'S NO ROMANCE IN THAT. 42? Where are ye gone ? — adventures cease. The world gets tame and flat, — We've nothing now but New Police— There's no Eomanee in that !" I wish I ne'er had leam'd to read, Or Eadcliffe how to write ; That Scott had been a boor on Tweed, And Lewis cloister'd quite ! Would I had never drunk so deep Of dear Miss Porter's vat; I only turn to life, and weep — There's no Romance in that ! No Bandits iurk — no turban'd Turk To Tunis bears me off — I hear no noises in the night Except my mother's cough, — No Bleeding Spectre haunts the house. No shape, — but owl or bat, Come flitting after moth or mouse, — There's no Eomanee in that ! I have iiot any grief profound. Or secrets to confess, My story would not fetch a pound For A. K. Newman's press ; Instead of looking thin and pale, I'm growing red and fat, As if I lived on beef and ale — There's no Romance in that ! 426 THEEE'S NO ROMANCE IN THAT. It's very hard, by land or sea Some strange event I court, But nothing ever comes to me That's worth a pen's report : It really made my temper chafe, Each coast that I was at, I vow'd, and rail'd, and came home safe, There's no Romance in that ! The only time I had a chance At Brighton one fine day, My chestnut mare began to prance. Took fright, and ran away ; Alas ! no Captain of the Tenth To stop my steed came pat ; A Butcher cyMght the rein at length, — There's no Romance in that I Love — even love — goes smoothly on A railway sort of track — No flinty sire, no jealous Don ! No hearts upon the rack ; No Polydore, no Theodore — His ugly name is Mat, Plain Matthew Pratt and nothing more- Th ore's no Romance in that ! He is not dark, he is not tall,- His forehead's rather low, He is not pensive — not at all, But smiles his teeth to show ; THERE'S NO ROMANCE IN THAT. He comes from Wales and yet in size Is really but a sprat ; Witli sandy hair and grayish eyes- There' s no Romance in that ! 427 TOM BOWLING. He wears no plumes or Spanish cloaks Or long sword hanging down ; He dresses much like other folks, And commonly in brown ; His collar he will not discard. Or give up his cravat, Lord Byron-like— he's not a Bard- There' s no Romance in that I THEEE'S XO EOMAXCE IX THAT. He's rather bald, his sight is weak, He's deaf in either drum ; '^A'ithout a lisp he canuot speak, But then — he's worth a plum. He t-alks of stocks and three per cents. By way of private chat, Of Spanish Bonds, and shares, and rentes, There's no Eomance in that ! I sing — no matter what I sing, Di Tanti — or Crudel, Tom Bowling, or God save the King Di piacer — All's well ; He knows no more about a voice For singing than a gnat- - And as to Music " has no choice," — There's no Eomance in that ! Of light guitar I cannot boast, He never serenades ; He \mtes, and sends it by the post. He doesn't bribe the maids : Xo stealth, no hempen ladder — no ! He comes with loud rat-tat. That startles half of Bedford Eow— There's no Eomance in that ! He comes at nine in time to choose His cofiPee — ^just two cups. And talks with Pa about the news, Eepeats debates, and sups. John helps him with his coat arignt. And Jenkins hands his hat ; My lover bows, and says good-nio:Di — There's no Eomance in that ! THE ABSTRACTION. ^9 I've long had Pa's and Ma's consent, My aunt she quite approves. My Brother wishes joy from Kent, None try to thwart our loves ; On Tuesday reverend JVIr. Mace Will make me Mrs. Pratt, Of Number Twenty, Sussex Place — There's no Romance in that." SOMKTHUfG ABOVE THE COMMON. THE ABSTRACTION. " draws honey forth that drives men mad." — Lalla Rookh. The speakers were close under the bow-window of the inn, and as the sash was open, Curiosity herself could not help over- hearing their conversation. So I laid down Mrs. Opie's " Illus- trations of Lying,"— which I had found lying in the inn window — and took a glance at the cartners in the dialogae. 430 THE ABSTRACTION. One of them was much older than the other, and much taller i he seemed to have grown like quick- set. The other was thick, set. " I tell you, Thomas," said Quickset, "you are a flat. Be- fore you've been a day in London, they'll have the teeth out of your very head. As for me, I've been there twice, and know what's what. Take my advice : never tell the truth on no account. Questions is only asked by way of pumping ; and you ought always to put 'em on a wrong scent." "But aunt is to send her man to meet me at the Old Bailey," said Thickset, "and to show me to her house. Now if a strange man says to me, ' young man, are you Jacob Giles,' — an't I to tell him ? " " By no manner of means," answered Quickset ; " say you are quite another man. No one but a flat would tell his name to a stranger about London. You see how I answered them last night about what was in the waggon. Brooms, says I, nothing else. A flat would have told them there was the honey-pots underneath ; but I've been to London before, and know a thino- or two." " London must be a desperate place," said Thickset. " Mortal ! '* said Quickset, " fobs and pockets are "nothing ! Your watch is hardly safe if you carried it in your inside, and as for money " " I'm almost sorry I left Berkshire," said Thickset. "Poo— poo," said Quickset, "don't be afeard. I'll look after ye ; cheat me, and they've only one more to cheat. Only mind my advice. Don't say anything of your own head, and don't object to anything / say. If I say black's white, don't contradict. Mark that. Say everything as I say." " I understand what you mean," said Thickset ; and with this lesson in his shock head, he began to busy himself about the waggon, while his comrade went to the stable for the horses. At THE ABSTRACTION. 431 last Old Ball emerged from the stable-door with the head of Old DumpUng resting on his crupper; when a yeU rose from the rear of the waggon, that stai'tled even Number 55, at the Bush Inn, at Staines, and brought the company running from the re- motest box in its retired tea-garden A TEA GABDEN. " In the name of everything," said the landlord, *' what's the matter ? " " It's gone— all gone, by goles 1 " cried Thickset, with a be- wildered look at Quickset, as if doubtful whether he ought not to have said it was not gone. "You don't mean to say the honey-pots!'* said Quickset, with some alarm, and letting go the bridle of Old Ball, who very quietly led old Dumpling back again into the stable; "you don't mean to say the honey-pots? " 432 THE ABSTRACTION. *' I dont mean to say the honey-pots," said Thickset, literally following the instructions he had received. " What made you screech out then? " said Quickset, appeal- ing to Thickset. *' What made me screech out, then ? " said Thickset, appealing to Quickset, and determined to say as he said. " The fellow's drunk," said the landlord \ " the ale*s got into his head." "Ale, — what ale has he had?" enquired Quickset rather anxiously. *' Ale, — what ale have I had ? " echoed Thickset, looking sober with all his might. " He's not drunk," shouted Quickset ; " there's something the matter." *' I'm not drunk; there u something the matter," bellowed Thickset, and with his fore-finger he pointed to the waggon. " You don't mean to say the honey," said Quickset, his voice falling. "Ic?o/i'^mean to say the honey," said Thickset, his caution rising. The gesture of Thickset, however, had conveyed some vague notion of danger to his companion. With the agility of a cat he climbed on the w^aggon, and with the superhuman activity of a demon, soon pitched down every bundle of besoms. There is a proverb that new brooms sweep clean, and they certainly seemed to have swept every particle of honey clean out of the vv^aggon. Quickset was thunderstruck ; he stood gazing at the empty vehicle in silence ; while his hands wandered wildJy through his •jair, as if in search of the absent combs. When he found words at last, they were no part of the Litany. Words, however, did not suffice to vent his passion ; and ne began to stamp and dance about, till the mud of the stabJe-yard flew round like anything you like. THE ABSTRACTION. 438 " A plague take liira and his honey-pots, too," said the cluirabermaid, as she looked at a new pattern on her best gingham. " It's no matter," said Quickset, " I won't lose it. The house must stand the damage. Mr. Bush, I shall look to you for the money." " He shall look to you for the money," da-capo'd Thickset. "You may look till doomsday," said the landlord. " It's all your own fault ; I thought nobody would steal brooms. If you had told me there was honey, I would have put the waggon under lock and key." *' Why, there was honey," said Quickset and Thickset. "I don't know that," said Mr. Bush, "you said last night in the kitchen there was nothing but brooms." " I heard him," said John Ostler ; " I'll take my oath to his very words ! " "And so will 1," roar'd the chambermaid, glancing at her damaged gown. " What of that ?" said Quickset, " I know I said there was nothing but brooms." *' I know," said Thickset, " I'm positive, he said there was nothing but brooms." "He confesses it himself," said the landlady. "And his own man speaks aginhim,"saidthe chambermaid. " I saw the waggon come in, and it didn't seem to have any honey in it," said the head waiter. " May be the flies have eaten it," said the postillion. '' I've seen two chaps the very moral of them two at the bar of the Old Bailey," said Boots. " It's a swindle, it is," said the landlady, " and Mr. Bush Bhan't pay a farthing." "They deserve tossing in a blanket," said the chambermaid. "Duck 'em in the horsepond," shouted John Ostler. 28 -^24 THE ABSTKACTION. " I thiuk," whispered Thickset, " they are making themselves up for mischief ! " There was no lime to be lost. Quickset again lugged Old Ball and Old Dumpling from the stable, while his companion tossed the brooms into the waggon. As soon as possible they drove out of the unlucky yard, and as they passed under the arch, I heard for the last time the voice of Thickset : " You've been to London before, and to be sure know best ; but somehow, to my mind, the telling the untruth don't seem to answer." The only reply was a thwack, like the report of a pistol, on the crupper of each of the horses. The poor animals broke directly into something like a canter: and as the waggon turned a corner of the street, I shut down the sash, and re- sumed my " Illustrations of Lying." STAGE iFFECT. 426 PANCy PORTRA.IT : THE DUKE OF WELL AND PRINCE OF WATER- A WATERLOO BALLAD. To Waterloo, with sad ado, And many a sigh and groan, Amongst the dead, came Patty Head, To look for Peter Stone. " prithee tell, good sentinel, If I shall find him here ? I'm come to weep upon his corse, My Ninety -Second dear ! " Into our town a serjeant came With ribands all so fine, A-flaunting in his cap — alas ! His bow enlisted mine ! " They taught him how to turn his toes, And stand as stiff as starch ; I thought that it was love and May, But it was love and March ! 28—2 436 A WATERLOO BALLAD. " A sorry March indeed to leave The friends he might have kep',- No March of Intellect it was, But quite a foolish step. " THB IDES OV MIBCH ARE COMB 1 " " prithee tell, good sentinel. If hereabouts he lies ? I want a corpse with reddish hair, And very sweet blue eyes. Her sorrow on the sentinel Appear'd to deeply strike :— " Walk in," he said, " among the dead, And pick out which you like." A WATERLOO BALLAD. And soon she picked out Peter Stone, Half turned into a corse ; A cannon was his bolster, and His mattress was a horse. *' Peter Stone, Peter Stone, Lord, here has been a skrimmage ; What have they done to your poor breast That used to hold my image ? " ♦' Patty Head, Patty Head, You're come to my last kissing ; Before I'm set in the Gazette As wounded, dead, and missing ! 437 WAB DiJiCB. — THB OPEKINO OF THB BALL. " Alas ! a splinter of a shell Right in my stomach sticks ; French mortars don't agree so well With stomachs as Freneh bricks. 438 A WATERLOO BALLAD. " This very niglit a merry dance At Brussels was to be ; — Instead of opening a ball, A ball has open'd me. *• Its billet every bullet has, And well it does fulfil it ; — I wish mine hadn't come so straight, But been a ' crooked billet.' " And then there came a cuirassier And cut me on the chest ; — He had no pity in his heart, For he liad steeVd Ids bread. " Next thing a lancer, with his lance, Began to thrust away ; I call'd for quarter, but, alas ! It was not Quarter-day. " He ran his spear right through ray arm. Just here above the joint : — Patty dear, it was no joke, Although it had a point. " With loss of blood I fainted off. As dead as women do — But soon by charging over me, The Coldstream brought me to. " With kicks and cuts, and balls and blows, I throb and ache all over ; I'm quite convinc'd the field of Mars Is not a field of clover ! A WATERLOO BALLAD. 439 " why did I a soldier turn For any royal Guelph 1 I might have been a butcher, and Tn business for myself! " O why did I the bounty take (And here he gasp'd for breath). My shillingsworth of 'list is nail'd Upon the door of death ! " Without a coffin I shall lie And sleep my sleep eternal : Not e'en a skell — my only chance Of being made a Kernel ! " Patty dear, our wedding bells Will never ring at Chester ! Here I must lie in Honour's bed, That isn't worth a tedar I ** "Farewell, my regimental mates, With whom I used to dress ! My corps is changed, and I am now In quite another mess. " Farewell, my Patty dear, I have No dying consolations, Except when I am dead, you'll go And see th' ilbiminations." 440 FANCV FOHTRAIT : — MB. HOBI.EK. MILLER REDIVIVUS. He is become already a very promising miller." — BeWs Life in London. I WAS walking very leisurely one evening down Cripplegate, when I overtook — wlio could help overtaking him ? — a lame elderly gentleman, who, by the nature of his gait, appeared to represent the Ward. Like certain lots at auctions, he seemed always going, but never gone : it was that kind of march that, from its slowness, is emphatically called halting. Gout, in fact, had got him into a sad hobble, and, like terror, made his flesh creep. There was, notwithstanding, a lurking humorousness in hib face, in spite of pace, that reminded you of Quick or Liston in MILLER REDTVIVUS. 441 Old Rapid. You saw that he was not slow, at least, at a quirk or quip,— not backward at repartee,— not behind-hand with hia jest,— in short, that he was a great wit thouoh he could not jump. There was something, besides, in his physiognomy, as well as his dress and figure, that strongly indicated his locality. He was palpably a dweller, if not a native, of that clime distin- guished equally by " the rage of the vulture and the love of the turtle,"— the good old City of London. But an accident soon confirmed my surmises. In plucking out his handkerchief from one of his capacious coat pockets, the Bandana tumbled out with it a large roll of manuscript ; and as he proceeded a good hundred yards before he discovei-ed the loss, I had ample time before he struggled back, in his Crawly Common pace, to the spot, to give the paper a hasty perusal, and even to make a few random extracts. The MS. purported to be a Collection of Civic Pacetise, from the Mayoralty of Alderman * * * * up to the present time : and, from certain hints scattered up and down, the Kecorder evidently considered himself to have been, for wise saws or witty, the Top Sawyer. Not to forestal the pleasure of self- publication, I shall avoid all that are, or may be, his own say- ings, and give only such jeux de mots as have a distinct parent- age. EXTRACTS FROM THE MS. "Alderman P. was very hard of hearing, and Alderman B. was very hard on his infirmity. One day, a dumb man was brought to the Justice-room charged with passing bad notes. B. declined to enter upon the case. * Go to Alderman F.,' he said : ' when a dumb man utters, a deaf one ought to hear it.' " " B. was equally hard on Alderman V.'s linen-drapery. One day he came late into Court. 'I have just come,' said he. 442 MILLER REDiVlVUS. • from V.'s villa. He had family prayers last night, and began thus — Now let us read the Psalm Nunc Dimities.'' " " Old S., the tobacconist of Holborn Hill, wore his own hair tied behind in a queue, and had a favourite seat in the shop, with his back to the window. Alderman B. pointed him out once to me. ' Look ! there he is, as usual, advertising his pif/tail.'' " *' Alderman A. was never veiy remarkable for his skill in orthography. A note of his writing is still extant, requesting a brother magistrate to preside for him, and giving, literatim, the following reason for his own absence : — ' Jackson the painter is to take me off in my Eob of Office, and I am gone to give him a ciV.' His pronunciation was equally original. I remember his asking Alderman C, just before the 9th of November, whether he should have any men in armour in his siteio.'* *' Guildhall and its images were always uppermost with Alderman A. It was he who so misquoted Shakspeare — ' A Parish Beadle, when he's trod upon, feels as much coi-poral suffering as Gog and j\Iagog.' " " A well-known editor of a morning paper enquired of Alder- man B , one day, what he thought of his journal. * I like it all,' said the Alderman, ' but its Broken Unr/lis/i.' The editor stared and asked for an explanation. * Why, the Li^t of Bank- rupts, to be sure ! '" "Wlien Alderman B. was elected Mayor, to give greater eclat to his banquet, he sent for Dobbs, the most celebrated cook of that time, to take the command of the kitchen. Pobbs was quite an enthusiast in his art, and some culinary deficiencies MILLER REDIVIVUS. 443 on the part of the ordinary Mansion-House professors driving him at least to desperation, he leapt upon one of the dressers, and began an oration to them, by this energetic apostrophe,— * Gentlemen ! do you call yourselves cooks 1 * '* *• One of the present Household titles in the Mansion-House establishment was of singular origin. When the celebrated men in armour were first exhibited, Alderman P., who happened to be with his Lordship previous to the procession, was extremely curious in examining the suits of mail,. &c., expressing, at the same time, an eager desire to try on one of the helmets. The Mayor, with his usual consideration, insisted on first sending it down to the kitchen to be aired, after which process the ambi- tion of the Alderman met with its gratification. For some little time he did not perceive any inconvenience from his new beaver, but by degrees the enclosure became first uncomfortably, and then intolerably warm ; the confined heat being aggravated by his violent but vain struggles to undo the unaccustomed fasten- ings. An armourer was obliged to be sent for before his face could be let out, red and rampant as a Brentford Lion from its iron cage. It appeared, that in the hurry of the Pageant, the chief Cook had clapped the casque upon the fire, and thus found out a recipe for stewing an Alderman's head in its own steam, and for which feat he has retained the title of the Head-Cook, ever since 1 " " Gr. the Common-council-man, was a AVarden of his own Company, the Merchant Tailors'. At one of their frequent Festivals, he took with him, to the dinner, a relation, an officer of the tenth foot. By some blunder, the soldier was taken for one of the fraternity, but G. hastened to correct the mistake : — ' Gentlemen, this isn't one of the Ninth parts of a man — he's one of the Tenth 1 ' " 444 A ZOOLOGICAL REPORT. " One (lay there was a dispute, as to the difficulty of Catch- Singing, Alderman B. struck in, * Go to Cheshire the Hangman — he'll prove to you there's a good deal of Execution in a Catch: " " A BSPOBT ON THE FAEM." A ZOOLOGICAL REPORT. To Harvey Williams^ Esg^., Regent's Terrace, Portland Park, IIONNERED SUR, l>eing maid a Peller of the Zoological Satiety, and I may say by your Honner's meens, threw the carrachter your Humbel was favered with, and witch provd sattisfacktry to the Burds and Bests, considring I was well quailifid threw having Bean for so menny hears Hed Guardner to your Honner, besides lookin arter the Pigs and Poltry. Begs to axnolige my great fullness for the Sam, and ham quit cumfittable and happy, sow A ZOOLOGICAL REPORT. 445 much sow as wen I ham amung the Anymills to reckin myself like Addam in Parodies, let alone my Velvoteens, Honnerd Sur, — awar of your parshalty for Liv Stox and Kettle Breading, ham indust to faver with a Statement of wat is dun at the Farm, havin tacken provintial Noats wile I was at Kings-ton with a Pekin elefunt for chainges of Hair. As respex a curacy beg to say, tho the Sectary drawd up his Report from his hone datums and memmorandusses, and never set his eyes on my M.E.S.S., yet we has tallys to our tails in the Mane. Honnerd Sir, — I will sit out with the Qadripids, tho weave add the wust lux with them. Scarse anny of the Anymills with fore legs has moor nor one Carf. Has to the Wappity Dears, hits wus then the Babby afore King Sollyman, but their his for one littel Dear betwin five femail she hinds. The Sambo Dear as was sent by Mr. Spring was so unnatral has to heat up her Porn and in consequins the Sing-Sing is of no use for the lullabis. Has for Corsichan hits moor Boney nor ever, But the Axis on innqueries as too littel Axes about a munth hold. The Neil Gow has increst one Carf, but their his no Poles to the Quaggys. Their his too littel Zebry but one as not rum to grow ; the Report says, " the Mail Owen to the Nessessary Confinement in regard to Spaice is verry smal." Honnerd Sur, the Satiety is verry rich in Assis, boath Com- mun assis and uncommon assis, and as the Report recumends will do my Inndever to git the Maltese Cross for your Honner. The Kangroses as reerd up a large smal fammily but looks to ■ be ill nust and not well put to there feat, and at the surjesting of a femail Peller too was put out to the long harmd Babboon to dry nus, but she was too violent and dandled the pure things to deth. The infunt Zebew is all so ded owen to Atemps with a backbord to prevent groing out of the sholders, boath par- rents being defourmd with umphs ; but the spin as is suposed was hert in the exspearraent, and it sudenly desist. Mr. Wallack 446 A ZOOLOGICAL EEPORT. m\\ be glad to here the Wallachian Sheap has add sicks lams, but one \ras pisend by eating the ewes in the garden witch is fattle to kattle. Has to gots we was going on prospus in the Kiddy line, but the Billy gots becum so vishus and did so menny butts a weak we was obleeged to do away with the Entire. As regards Eabits a contiguous dissorder havin got into the Stox, we got rid of the Hole let alone one Do and Brewd, witch was all in good Helth up to Good Fridy wen the Mother brekfisted on her bunnis. The increas in the Groth of Hairs as bean maid an object, and the advice tacken of Mr. Prince and Mr. Roland, who recumendid Killin one of the Bares for the porpus of Greece. We hav a grate number of ginny pigs — their is moor than twenty of them in one Pound. About Struthus Burds the Ostreaches is in in perfic helth and full of Plums. The femail Hen lade too egs wile the Committy was sittin and we hop they will atch, as we put them under a she Hemew as was sittin to Mr. Harvy. AVe propos breading Busturds xept we hav not got a singel specieman of the specious. Galnatious Burds. I am sory to say The Curryso has not bread. Hits the moor disapinting as we considder these Birds as our Crax. We sucksided in razing a grate menny Turkys and some intresting expearimints was maid on them by the Committy and the Counsel on Crismus day. Lick wise on Poltry Fouls with regard to there being of Urility for the Tabel and " under the latter head " the report informs " sum results hav bean obtained witch air considdered very satisfactry," but their will be more degested trials of the subjex as the Report says " the expeariments must be repetid in order to istablish the accuracy of the deduckshuns." Wat is remarkable the hens pressented by Mr. Crockford hav not provd grate layers tho provided with a Better Yard and plenty of Turf. We hav inde- vourd to bread the grate Cok of the Wud ouely we have no Wud for hrm to be Cok of— and now for aquotic Warter Burds we A ZOOLOGICAL REPORT. 447 liav wite Swons but tliey hav not any cygnitures, and the Black 13 very unrisenable as to expens but Mr. Hunt has offerd to black one very lo on condishun hits not aloud to go into the Warter. The Polish swons wod hav bread onely they did not lay. The Satiety contanes a grate number of Gease and witch thriv all most as well as they wood on a commun farm and the Sam with Dux. We wonted to have dukelings from the Man- dereen Dux but they shook there Heds. Too ears a go a qantitty of flownders and also a quantitty of heals of witch an exact acount is recordid wear turned into one of the Ponds but there State as not bean looked into since they wear plaiced their out of unwillingnes to disturb the Hotter. At pressent their exists in one Pond a stock of Karps and in too others a number of gould fish of the commun Sort. The number left as bean correcly tacken and the ammount checkt by the PeUycanes and Herrins and Spun-bills and guls and other piskiverous Burds. Looking at the hole of the Parm in one Pint of Vue we hav ben most suckcesful with Habits and Poltry and Piggins and Ginny Pigs but the breading of sich being well none to Skullboys, I beg as to their methodistical principals to refer your Honner to Master Gorge wen he cums home for the Holedays. I furgot to say the Parnassian Sheap was acomidated with a Pen to it self but produst nothin worth riting. But the attemps we hav maid this here, will be prosycutid next here with new Vigors. Honnerd Sur,— their is an aggitating Skeam of witch I humbly aprove verry hiley. The plan is owen to sum of the Femail Fellers,— and that is to make the Farm a Farm Ornay. For instances the Buffloo and Fallo dears and cetra to have their horns Gilded and the Mufflons and Sheaps is to hav pink ribbings round there nex. The munkys is to ware fancy dressis and the Ostreaches is to have their plums stuck in their heds, and the Pecox tales will be always spred out on fraim wurks 488 LITERARY REMINISCENCES. like the hispaliers. All the Bares is to be tort to Dance to Wippert's Quadrils and the Lions mains is to be subjective to pappers, and the curling-tongues. The gould and sdver Fesants is to be Pollisht evry day with Plait Powder and the Camrails and Drumdearis and other defourmd anymills is to be paddid to hide their Crukidnes. Mr. Howerd is to file down the tusks of the wild Bores and Peckaris and the Spoons of the Spoon- bills is to be made as like the Kings Patten as posible. The elifunt will be himbelisht with a Sugger candid Castle maid by Gunter and the Flaminggoes will be toucht up with Frentch ruge and the Damisels will hav chaplits of heartititial Flours. The Sloath is proposd to hav an ellegunt Stait Bed — and the Bever is to ware one of Perren's lite Warter Proof Hats — and the Balld Vulters baldnes will be liided by a small Whig from Trewfits. The Grains will be put into trousirs and the Hippo- tomus tite laced for a w^aste. Experience will dictait menny more imbellishing modes, wjth witch I conclud that I am Tour Honners Very obleeged and humbel former Servant, Stephen Humphreys. LITERARY EEMINISCENGES. Comniengons par le commencement. The very earliest of one's literary recollections must be tht acquisition of the alphabet ; and iu the knowledge of the first rudiments I was placed on a par with the Learned Pig, by two maiden ladies that were called Hogsflesh. The circumstance would be scarcely worth mentioning, but that being a day boarder, and taking my dinner with the family, I became aware of a Baconian brother, who was never mc.itioned except by his LlTERAHi: REMINISCENCES. 449 Initial, and was probably the prototype of the sensitive " Mr. n.'* in Lamb's unfortunate farce. The school in question was situated in Token-house Yard, a convenient distance for a native of the Poultry, or Birchin-lane, I forget which, and in truth am not particularly anxious to be more certainly acquainted with my parish. It was a metropolitan one, however, which is recorded without the slightest repugnance : firstly, for that, practically, I had no choice in the matter ; and secondly, be- cause, theoretically, I would as lief have been a native of London as of Stoke Pogis or little Pedlington. If such local prejudices be of any worth, the balance ought to be in favour of the capital. The Dragon of Bow Church, or Gresham's Grasshopper, is as good a terrestrial sign to be born under as the dunghill cock on a village steeple. Next to being a citizen of the world, it must be the best thing to be born a citizen of the world's great- est city. To a lover of his kind, it should be a welcome dis- pensation that cast his nativity amidst the greatest congregation of the species ; but a literary man should exult rather than otherwise that he first saw the light — or perhaps the fog — in the same metropolis as Milton, Gray, De Foe, Pope, Byron, Lamb, and other town-born authors, whose fame has neverthe- less triumphed over the Bills of Mortality. In such a goodly company I cheerfully take up my livery ; and especially as Cock- neyism, properly so called, appears to be confined to no particu- lar locality or station in life. Sir Walter Scott has given a splendid instance of it in an Orcadian, who prayed to the Lord to bless his own tiny ait, " not forgetting the neighbouring island of Great Britain :" and the most recent example of the style I have met with, was in the Memoirs of Sir William Knighton, being an account of sea perils and sufferings dur- ing a passage across the Irish Channel by " the First Gentle- man in Europe." Having alluded to my first steps on the ladder of learning, it 29 450 LITERAEY REMINISCENCES. may not be amiss in this place to correct an assertion of ray biographer in the Book of Gems, who states, that my education was finished at a certain suburban academy. In this ignorant world, where we proverbially live and learn, we may indeed leave off school, but our education only terminates with life itself. But even in a more limited sense, instead of my educa- tion being finished, my own impression is, that it never so much as progressed towards so desirable a consummation at any such establishment, although much invaluable time was spent at some of those institutions where young gentlemen are literally boarded, lodged, and do)ie for. My very first essay was at one of those places, improperly called 5^wi-uaries, because they do not half teach anything ; the principals being probably aware that the little boys are as often consigned to them to be " out of a mother's way," as for anything else. Accordingly, my memory presents but a very dim image of a pedagogical powdered head, amidst a more vivid group of females of a composite charter-part dry-nurse, part housemaid, and part governess, — with a matronly figure in the back ground, very like Mrs. S., allegorically representing, as Milton says, " our universal mother." But there is no glimpse of Minen^a. Of those pleasant associations with early school days, of which so much has been said and sung, there is little amongst my retrospections, excepting, perhaps, some sports which, like charity, raight have been enjoyed at home, without the drawback of sundry strokes, neither apoplec- tic nor paralytic, periodical physic, and other unwelcome extras. I am not sure whether an invincible repugnance to early rising may not be attributable to our precocious wintry summonses, from a warm bed into a dim damp school-room, to play at filling our heads on an empty stomach; and perhaps I owe my decided sedentary habits to the disgust at our monotonous walks, or rather processions, or maybe to the sufferings of those longer excursions of big and little, where a pair of compasses had to LITERARY REMINISCENCES 451 pace as far and as fast as a pair of tongs. Nevertheless, I yet recall, with wonder, the occasional visits of grown-up ex-scholars to their old school, all in a flutter of gratitude and sensibility at recognising the spot where they had been caned, and horsed, and flogged, and fagged, and brimstone-and-treacled, and blackdosed and stickjawed, and kibed, and fined, — where they had caught the measles and the mumps, and been overtasked, and undertaught — and then, by way of climax, sentimentally oifering a presen- tation snuif-box to their revered preceptor, with an inscription, ten to one, in dog Latin on the lid ! For my own part, were I to revisit such a haunt of my youth, it would give me the greatest pleasure, out of mere regard to the rising generation, to find Prospect House turned into a Floor Cloth Manufactory, and the playground converted to a bleachfield. The tabatiere is out of the question. In the way of learning, I carried off nothing in exchange for my kuife and fork, and spoon, but a prize for Latin without knowing the Latin for prize, and a belief which I had afterwards to un- believe again, that a block of marble could be cut in two with a razor. To be classical, as Ducrow would say, the Athenians, the day before the Festival of Theseus, their Founder, gratefully sacrificed a ram, in memory of Corridas the schoolmaster, who had been his instructor; but in the present day, were such offerings in fashion, how frequently would the appropriate animal be a donkey, and especially too big a donkey to get over the Pons Asinorum ! From the preparatory school, I was transplanted in due time to what is called by courtesy, a finishing one, where I was im- mediately set to begin everything again at the beginning. As this was but a backward way of coming forward, there seemed little chance of my ever becoming what Mrs. Malaprop calls "a progeny of learning;" indeed my education was pursued very 29—2 452 LITEEARY REMINISCENCES. much after the plan laid down by that feminine authority. I had nothing to do with Hebrew, or Algebra, or Simony, or Fluxions, or Paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches; but I obtained a supercilious knowledge of accounts, with enough of geometry to make me acquainted with the contagious countries Moreover, I became fluent enough in some unknown tongue to protect me from the French Mark ; and I was sufficiently at home (during the vacations) in the quibbles of English grammar, to bore all my parents, relations, friends, and acquaintance, by a pedantical mending of their " cakeology." Such was the sum total of my acquirements ; being, probably, quite as much as I should have learned at a Charity School, with the exception of the parochial accompHshment of hallooing and smging of anthems. I have entered into these personal details, though pertaining rather to illiterate than to literary reminiscences, partly because the important subject of Education has become of prominent interest, and partly to hint that a writer may often mean in earnest what he says in jest. One of my readers at least has given me credit for a serious purpose. A schoolmaster called, during the vacation, on the father of one of his pupils, and in answer to his announcement of the re-opening of his establish- ment, Avas informed that the young gentleman was not to return to the academy. The worthy parent declared that he had read the " Carnaby Correspondence " in the Comic Annual, and had made up his mind. " But, my dear Sir," expostulated the peda- gogue, " you cannot be serious ; why the Comic Annual is no- thing but a book full of jokes ! " " Yes, yes," returned the father, " but it has let me into a few of your tricks. I believe Mr. Hood. James is not coming again ! " And now, it may be reasonably asked, where I did learn any- thing if not at these establishments, which promise Universal Knowledge — extras included — and yet unaccountably produce LITEEARY REMINISCENCES. 453 SO very few Admirable Crichtons 1* It may plausibly be ob- jected, that i did not duly avail myself of such overflowing op- portunities to dabble, dip, duck in, and drink deeply of the Pierian spring, that I was an Idler, Lounger, Tatler, Rambler, Spectator, anything rather than a student. To which my reply mustbe, first, that the severest punishment ever inflicted on my shoulderswas for a scholar-like offence, the being "fond of my book," only it happened to be Robinson Crusoe ; and secondly, that I did go ahead at another guess sort of academy, a reference to which will be httle flattering to those Houses which claim Socrates, Aristotle, Alfred, and other Learnedissimi TFortJdi, as their Sponsors and Patron Saints. The school that really schooled me being comparatively of a very humble order — without sign — without prospectus — without ushers — without ample and com- modious premises — in short, without pretension, and conse- quently, almost without custom. The autumn of the year 1811, along with a most portentous comet, " with fear of change perplexing monarchs," brought, alas ! a melancholy revolution in my own position and prospects, by the untimely death of my father; and my elder brother shortly following him to the grave, my bereaved mother naturally drew the fragments of the family more closely around her, so that thenceforward her dearest care was to keep her " only son, my- self, at home." She did not, however, neglect my future in- terest, or persuade herself by any maternal vanity that a boy of twelve years old could have precociously finished his education ; and accordingly, the next spring found me at what might have been literally called a High School, in reference to its distance from the ground. In a house, formerly a suburban seat of the unfortunate Earl of Essex — over a grocer's shop — up two pair of stairs, there was * In spite of hundreds of associates, it has never happened to me, amongst the very many distinguished names connected with science or luerature, to recognise one as belonging to a school-fellow. 454 LITERAEY REMINISCENCES. a very select day-school, kept by a decayed Dominie, as lie would Lave been called in his native land. In his better days, when my brother was his pupil, he had been master of one ot those wholesale concerns in which so many ignorant men have made fortunes, by favour of high terms, low ushers, gullible parents, and victimised little boys. As our worthy Dominie, on the contrary, had failed to realise even a competence, it may be inferred, logically, that he had done better by his pupils than by himself; and my own experience certainly went to prove that he attended to the interests of his scholars, however he might have neglected his own. Indeed, he less resembled, even in externals, the modern worldly trading Schoolmaster, than the good, honest, earnest, olden Pedagogue — a pedant, perchance, but a learned one, with whom teaching was "a labour of love," whohada proper sense of the dignity and importance of his calling, and was content to find a main portion of his reward in the honourable proficiency of his disciples. Small as was our College, its Principal main- tained his state, and walked gowned and covered. His cap was of faded velvet, of black, or blue, or purple, or sad green, or as it seemed, of all together, with a nuance of brown. His robe, of crimson damask, lined with the national tartan. A quaint, carved, highbacked, elbowed article, looking like an emigre, from a set that had been at home in an aristocratical drawing-room, under the ancien regime, was his Professional Chair, which with his desk was appropriately elevated on a dais, some inches above the common floor. From this moral and material eminence, he cast a vigilant yet kindly eye over some dozen of youngsters ; for adversity, sharpened by habits of autliority, had not soured him,ormingled a single tinge of bile with the peculiar red-streak complexion, so common to the healthier natives of the North. On one solitary occasion, within my memory, was he seriously yet characteristically discomposed, and that was by his own daughter, whom he accused of "forgetting all regard for common LITERARY REMINISCENCES. 45$ decorum;" because, forgetting that he was a Domime as well as a Parent, she had heedlessly addressed him in public as .' Father " instead of " Papa." The mere provoking contrariety of a dunee never stirred his spleen, but rather spurred his en- deavour, in spite of the axiom, to make Nihil fit for anything He loved teaching for teaching's sake; his kill-horse happened to be his hobby : and doubtless, if he had met with a penniless boy on the road to learning, he would have given him a lift, like the charitable Waggoner to Dick Whittington-for love. I re- call, therefore, with pleasure, the cheerful alacrity with which I used to step up to recite my lesson, constantly forewarned-for every true schoolmaster has his stock joke-not to " stand m my own light." It was impossible not to take an interest in learn- in- what he seemed so interested in teaching; and in a few months my education progressed infinitely farther than it had done in as many years under the listless superintendence of B. A., and L L. D. and Assistants. I picked up some Latin, was a toler- able English Grammarian, and so good a French scholar, that I earned a few guineas-my first literary fee-by revising a new edition of " Paul et Virginie" for the press. Moreover, as an accountant, I could work a mmmum bomm-i.t. a good sum. In the mean time,-so generally unfortunate is the courtship of that bashful undertoned wooer. Modest Merit, to that loud, brazen masculine, worldly heii-ess. Success-the school did not prosper. The number of scholars diminished rather that in- creased At least no new boys came-but one tine morning, about nine o'clock, a great "she gal," of fifteen or sixteen, but 30 remarkably well grown that she might have been " any of our mothers,"madeherunexpectedappearancewithbagandbooks. The sensation that she excited is not to be described ! Theap- parition of a Governess, with a Proclamation of a Gynecocracy could not have been more astounding ! Of course SHE in- stantly formedaclass; andhad any form SHE might prefer to 456 LITERARY REMINISCENCES. herself : — the most of us being just old enough to resent what was considered as an affront on the corduroy sex, and just young" enough to be beneath any gallantry to the silken one. The truth was, sub rosa, that there was a plan for translating us, and turning the unsuccessful Boys' School into a Ladies' Academy ; to be conducted by the Dominie's eldest daughter — but it had been thought prudent to be well on with the new set before being off with the old. A brief period only had elapsed, when, lo ! a leash of female school Fellows — ihree sisters, like the Degrees of Comparison personified. Big, Bigger, and Biggest — made their unwelcome appearance, and threatened to push us from our stools. They were greeted, accordingly, with all the annoyances that juvenile malice could suggest. It is amusing, yet humiliating, to remember the nuisances the sex endured at the hands of those who were thereafter to honour the shadow of its shoe-tie — to groan, moan, sigh, and sicken for its smiles — to become poetical, prosaical, nonsensical, lack-a-daisical, and perhaps even melodramatical for its sake. Numberless were the desk-quakes, the ink-spouts, the book-bolts, the pea-showers, and other unregistered phenomena, which likened the studies of those four unlucky maidens to the " Pursuit of Knowledge under Difficulties," — so that it glads me to reflect, that I was in a very small minority against the persecution ; having already begun to read poetry, and even to write something which was egregiously mistaken for something of the same nature. The final result of the struggle in the academic nest — whether the hen-cuckoos succeeded in oustingthe cock-sparrows, or vice versa — isbeyond my record; seeing that I was just then removed from the scene of contest, to be introduced into that Universal School where, as in the preparatory ones, we have very unequal shares in the flogging, the fagging, tlie task-work, and the pocket-money ; but the same breaking-up to expect, and the same eternity of happy holidays to hope for in the Grand Recess. LITEEAEY REMINISCENCES. 457 In brief, a friend of the family having taken a fancy to me, proposed to initiate me in those profitable mercantile mysteries which enabled Sir Thomas Gresham to gild his grasshopper ; and like another Frank Osbaldestone, I found myself planted on a counting-house stool, which nevertheless served occasionally for a Pegasus, on three legs, every foot, of course, being a dactyl or a spondee. In commercial matters, the only lesson imorinted on my memory is the rule that when a ship's crew from Archangel, come to receive their L. S. D., you must lock up your P. Y. C. THE WINNER OF THE LEDtiEB, 458 «_J ? -aj n SHOOTING PAINS. The charge is prepared."— Macheath. If I shoot any more I'll be shot, For ill-lack seems determined to star me, I have march'd the whole day With a gun — for no pay — Zounds, I'd better have been in the army ! What matters Sir Christopher's leave? To his manor I'm sorry I came yet ! With confidence fraught, My two pointers I brought, But we are not a point towards game yet ! SHOOTING PAINS. 459 And that gamekeeper too, with advice ! Of my course he has been a nice chalker. Not far, were his words, I could go without birds : If my legs could cry out, they'd cry " Walker ! '' Not Hawker could find out a flaw, — My appointments are modern and Mantony, And I've brought my own man, To mark down all he can, But I can't find a mark for my Antony ! The partridges, — where can they lie ? I have promised a leash to Miss Jervas, As the least I could do ; But without even two To brace me, — I'm getting quite nervous ! To the pheasants — how well they're preserved : My sport's not a jot more beholden. As the birds are so shy, Por my friends I must buy. And so send " silver pheasants and golden." I have tried ev'ry form for a hare, Every patcli, every furze that could shroud 1 t-r. With toil unrelax'd. Till my patience is tax'd. But I cannot be taxed for hare-powder. I've been roaming for hours in three nais In the hope of a snipe for a snap at ; But still vainly I court The percussioning sport, I find nothing for " setting my cap at 1 '* 400 SHOOTING PAIXS. A woodcock,— this month is the time -- Right and left I've made ready my lock for, AHth well-loaded double, But spite of my trouble, Neither barrel can I find a cock for ! A rabit I should not despise, But they lurk in their burrows so lowly ; This day's the eleventh, It is not the seventh, But they seem to be keeping it hole-y. CAKV^SSIXC ^ BUHK0«'-"C0ME TO THE POLE." For a maUard I've waded the marsh, And haunted each pool, and each lake— oh ! Mine is not the luck. To obtain thee, Duck, Or to doom thee, O Drake, like a Draco ! SHOOTING PAINS. For a field-fare I've fared far a-field, Large or small I am never to sack bird, Not a thrush is so kind As to fly, and I find I may whistle myself for a black-bird ! T. am angry, I'm hungry, I'm dry, Disappointed, and sullen, and goaded, And so weary an elf, I am sick of myself. And with Number one seem overloaded. As well one might beat round St. Paul's, And look out for a cock or a hen there ; I have search'd round and round All the Baronet's ground. But Sir Christopher hasn't a wren there ! 4f.l A DOUBLE BABBEL. Joyce may talk of his excellent caps, But for nightcaps they set me desiring, And it's really too bad. Not a shot I have had With Hall's Powder, renown'd for " quick firiuf 402 THE SCHOOLMASTER'S MOTTO. If this is what people call sport, Oh ! of sporting I can't have a high sense. And there still remains one More mischance on my gun — " Fined for shootins^ without any license." PALMAM QUI MBEUIT FBEAT. THE SCHOOLMASTER'S MOTTO. " The Admiral compelled thera all to strike." — Life of Nelson, Hush ! silence in Scliool — not a noise ! You shall soon see there's nothing to jeer at, Master Marsh, most audacious of boys ! Come ! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " THE SCHOOLMASTER'S MOTTO. So tliis morn in the midst of the Psalm, The Miss Siffkins's school you must leer at, You're complained of— Sir! hold out your palm,— There !— " Palman qui meruit ferat ! " Tou wilful young rebel, and dunce ! This offence all your sins shall appear at, You shall have a good caning at once— There ! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! ' You are backward, you know, in each verb, And your pronouns you are not more clear a:. But you're forward enough to disturb, — There I— '' Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " You said Master Twigg stole the plums, When the orchard he never was near at, I'll not punish wrong fingers or thumbs,— There ! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " You make Master Taylor your butt, And this morning his face you threw beer a:. And you struck him— do you like a cut? There ! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! '* Little Biddle you likewise distress, You are always his hair, or his ear at, — He's my Opt, Sir, and you are my Pess: There ! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " Then you had a pitcht fight with young Rous, An offence I am always severe at ! You discredit to Cicero- House ! There ! " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " You have made too a plot in the night, To run off from the school that you rear at ! Come, your other hand, now, Sir —the right, There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " 4^3 464 THE SCHOOLMASTER'S MOTTO. I'll teach you to draw, you young dog ! Such pictures as I'm looking here at ! " Old Mounseer making soup of a frog," There !— " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " You have run up a bill at a shop, That in paying you'll be a whole year at, — You've but twopence a week. Sir, to stop ! There ! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " Then at dinner you're quite cock-a-hoop. And the soup you are certain to sneer at — I have sipped it — it's very good soup, — There I—*' Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " T'other day when I fell o'er the form, Was my tumble a thing, Sir, to cheer at? Well for you that my temper's not warm, — There ! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " Why, you rascal ! you insolent brat ! All my talking you don't shed a tear at, There— take that, Sir ! and that ! that ! and th.it ! There 1 — "Palmam qui meruit ferat ! " THE EXD OF VOL I. 1.Mj-33d-12-82 "'T^*'''?**^ UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY BERKELEY Return to desk from which borrowed. This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. MAY g 1940 LD 21-100w-9.'47(A5702sl6)476 M18.152P THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY