صور الصفحة
PDF
النشر الإلكتروني

BOGARTH AND HIS MERRY COMPANION6.

183

[ocr errors]

to make to the marshes next the HOGARTH AND HIS MERRY COMPANIONS.

salt-houses, and hail the ships in

ordinary. In this way we procured. (Continued from p. 168.)

a little boat, which Thornhill and

Tothall brought up to us, after going At seven returned back, cleaned down to meet it, and with some diffic ourselves, supped, adjourned to the culty took us in, (drawing 5th, viz. street-door, drank punch, and stood the boat, Tothall at the helm, Thornand sat for our pictures, drawn by hill lending a hand to Hogarth, ForHogarth. (Drawing 3d, five figures rest pushing forward Scott. Sheeron the beach where Upnor castle was ness: three ships, one firing a gun.) drawn.). At night, drew lots for one We set sail for Sheerness; the sea lying alone, there being but three ran high, wind hard at S. W. by S. beds and no night-caps. Tothall As we passed, we had the pleasure won the single bed. At eleven, we of seeing and hearing guns fired from rose without candle and dressed, the the fort and ships. Landed at twelve. sheets being damp, and then laid Traversed the fort and lines, viewed down in our clothes and slept till the fortifications and batteries, and three, when, on awaking we be had a delightful prospect of the sea moaned our hard fate, our eyes, lips, and Sheppy Islc. At one, set out and hands, being stung and swelled for Queenborough, and walked to it by the bites of goats. Yet Morpheus along the beach, over which the spray swayed us down to deep slumber till flew in many places. Thornhill

' feit six, when we arose, had our shoes and slightly hurt his legs, yet all cleaned, beards shaved, and wigs merrily trotted on, and gained Queenfloured by a fisherman in boots and borough, at two. The town consists shock hair, without coat or waist of one street, on the east of a creek coat, (drawing 4th, very humorous named after it, and branching out of in Indian ink, the man shaving the Medway. The street clean and Thornhill, Tothall shaving himself, well paved, (drawing 6th, viz. houses Hogarth drawing, Forrest, in red on the left, clock-house and church, wash, in his night-cap, at breakfast and gateway in front, Forrest and on spoon meat, and Scott finishing a Hogarth with the sailors.) No trade drawing on the same table.) Milk or many human creatures to be seen and toast was our breakfast, paid the at first, the church low and ill built, reckoning, and set out for Sheerness few epitaphs worth note, the best at eight.

We passed down Stoke-marsh, being directed to keep the road-way.

Henry Knight, master of a ship to

Greenland, and harpooner 24 voyages. Heavy walking by means of the rain the preceding night: Forrest decoyed

“ In Greenland I whales, sea-horse, bears his companions over a stile, which

did slay, led along a beach by a creek-side, Though now my body is Intombe in clay.” supposing it the nearest way, but The town-house or clock-house carried them two miles out of the stands in the middle of the street, road. Gaining the right one, we supported by four piers, which form soon entered the Isle of Grain. Pass. four arches, and it being a holiday, ing the church 'we stopped at the was decked with a flag bearing the Chequer alehouse, kept by Goody corporation arms. -We quartered at Hubbard; were entertained with salt the Red Lion, which people here call pork, black bread, butter, and buns, the Swans, fronting the river: a civil and good beer. There Scott left us, prating landlady. She having no and lost bis penknife, value 59. We beds, we applied to a merry woman here expected to get a boat over to at a private house, who furnished us Sheerness, but, the wind blowing too with what we wanted. We took hard, the ferryman refused to carry another walk up the town, viewed us, and another sent us the same the inside of the church, and had a excuse; but the landlady advised us conference with the grave-digger,

was

who told us the mayor was a custom wanted to be free with. The sailor house officer, and the parson a sad opposed this, insisting that she was dog

his wife, and thus hindered him from Although they had two markets being rude. The officer, resenting days, yet no fresh meat, poultry, nor this, applied to the mayor for refish, except lobsters, to be got; with dress. An odd affair, but we could which, and soine eggs and bacon, not stay to see the sequel. At nine we made our supper. -We walked we returned to our quarters ; drank up the hill behind the town to a well all friends, and emptying several of good water, over which, they said, cans of good flip, all sang merrily; a palace once stood, built by king but we were abashed by the better Edward III. for his queen Philippa. singing of the Harwich men in the

While here, two sailors came and next room, who had brought lobdrew water and drank, telling us sters, and were drinking. They sung how they and four more of the crew Several sea songs so agreeably, that of the Rose man-of-war, were ob neither our Sir John nor Pishoken liged the day before to attend a mida could compare to them. So that, shipman, General S.'s son, in a yaul finishing the evening as pleasantly up the creek, and had run the boat as possible, we went out of the ashore : and they were left by him house the back-way to our lodgings without sustenance, or money to buy about eleven, Our landlady had any thing but a few little cockles to got a bed for Scott in the garret. On eat, he still continuing at Sheerness, his grumbling and our laughing, it while they were starving. We gave provoked him to refuse lying there, them 6d. for which they were thank and Tothall, in pure good nature, ful, and ran to town to buy them vic offered him his own bed at the house tuals for themselves and their com we came from, and he would take panions, who were sleeping at some the garret.-Scott agreed and left us. distance. Guing to view our boat, -Tothall going up stairs, found he as it stuck fast in the mud, one of was to lie in a Hock-bed without cur. the sailors returned hastily, and tains; 'down agair. he came directly, kindly presented us some cockles. and ran after Scott, which made us This act of singular gratitude made very nierry, and we slept upon it till us follow the fellows into town, six next morning. where we gave them another six Tuesday morning.--Hogarth called pence, and they fetching their com me up, and told me that the woman panions, they all refreshed them demanded payment for the bed, or selves, and became thankful and to have Scott before the mayor : this merry:

last we tried all we could to promote, At seven, we passed through the but in vain. So coming to the public town, and had a chat with several house where Scott and Tothall had pretty women we had not observed lain, we found the doors open, a before. Returned to our quarters, thing common in this town, and yet and placed Hogarth in the street. nobody up. Hogarth roused them, Seated in a wooden chair, he made and Scott told us how he had been the drawing No. 6. (i. e. the aforesaid frighted; for when he left us, and street and sailors.) This gathered was going to bed, he perceived some

of spectators, men, thing stir under the bed-clothes, women, and children, to see him which, collecting, courage, he redraw. This finished, we again walk- solved to feel. On this something ed up the town, and at the mayor's cried out, seeming frightened, and door saw the aforesaid sailors, and scared him out of his wits ; but,'on were told, with your worship at every inquiry, he found it was only a little word, how the midshipman had re boy of the house who had mistaken turned, and had been seeing how the his bed. This made us merry, and boat was laid up in the creek: and Tothall provided us a breakfast. coming back had met a sailor and

(To be continued.) his doxy, whom the midshipman

[ocr errors]

a

concourse

WANDERING WILLIE'S TALE.

185

book, as if it were a mastiff-dog that WANDERING WILLIE'S TALE,

he was afraid would spring up and

bite him.) Continued from p. 170.

“ I wuss ye joy, Sir, of the headWhen midnight came, and the seat, and the white loaf, and the braid house was quiet as the grave, sure lairdship. Your father was a kind aneugh the silver whistle sounded as

man to friends and followers ; niuckle sharp and shrill as if Sir Robert was

grace to you, Sir John, to fill his blowing it, and up got the twa auld shoon-bis boots, I suld say, for he serving-men, and tottered into the seldom wore shoon, unless it were room where the dead man lay: muils when he had the gout.”. Hutcheon saw aneugh at the first Ay, Steenie," quoth the Laird, glance; for there were torches in the

sighing deeply, and putting his room, which shewed him the foul

napkin to his een,“ his was a sudden fiend, in his ain shape, sitting on the call, and he will be missed in the Laird's coffin! Over he cowped as if country; no time to set his house in he had been dead. He could not tell order-weel prepared God-ward, no how lang, he lay in a trance at the doubt, which is the root of the matter door, but when he gathered himself, --but left us behind a tangled hesp he cried on his neighbour, and get to wind, Stecnie.--Heml hem! We ting no answer, raised the house, maun go to business, Steenie ; much when Dougal was found lying dead to do, and little time to do it in." within twa steps of the bed where his Here he opened the fatal volume; master's coffin was placed. As for I have heard of a thing they call the whistle, it was gaen anes and Doomsday-book-I am clear it has aye; but mony a time was it heard been a rental of back-ganging teon the top of the house in the barti nants. zan, and amang the auld chimnies “Stephen," said Sir John, still in and turrets, where the howlėts have the same soft, sleekit tone of voicetheir nests. Sir John hushed the “ Stephen Stevenson, or Steenson, matter up, and the funcral passed ye are down here for a year's rent over without mair bogle-wark.

behind the hand.-due at last term." But when a' was over, and the Stephen.“ Please your honour, Sir Laird was beginning to settle his John, I paid it to your father.” affairs, every ienant was called up Sir John. “ Ye took a receipt then, for his arrears, and my gudesire for doubtless, Stephen; and can prothe full sum that stood against him duce it?" in the rental-book. Weel, away he Stephen. “ Indeed I hadna time, trots to the Castle, to tell his story, an it like your honour; for nae and there he is introduced to Sir

şooner

had I set doun the siller, and John, sitting in his father's chair, in just as his honour, Sir Robert, that's deep mourning, with weepers and gaen, drew it till him to count it, hanging cravat, and a small walking and write out the receipt, he was rapier by his side, instead of the auld ta'en with the pains that removed broad-sword that had a hundred him." weight of steel about it what with “ That was unlucky,” said Sir blade, chape, and basket-hilt. I have John, after a pause. “ But ye maybe heard their communing so often paid it in the presence of somebody, tauld ower, that I almost think I was I want but a talis qualis evidence, there mysell, though I couldna be Stephen. I would go ower strictly born at the time. (In fact, Alan, to work with no poor man.” my companion, mimicked, with a Stephen. “ Troth, Sir John, there good deal of humour, the flattering, was naebody in the room but Dougal conciliating tone of the tenant's ad Mac Cullum the butler. But, as dress, and the hypocritical melan your honour kens, he has e'en folcholy of the Laird's reply. His lowed his auld master." grandfather, he said, had, while he “ Very unlucky again Stephen," spoke, his eye fixed on the rental said Sir John, without altering his

« The man

ed the money

voice a single note.

Sir, you want to take advantage of to whom ye paid the money is dead some malicious reports concerning —and the man who witnessed the things in this family, and particularly payment is dead too and the siller, respecting my father's sudden death, which would have been to the fore, thereby to cheat me out of the is neither seen nor heard tell of in money, and perhaps take away my the repositories. How am I believe character, by insinuating that I have a' this?"

received the rent I am demanding Stephen. “ I dinna' ken, your ho Where do you suppose this money to nour; but there is a bit memoran be?-I insist upon knowing." dum note of the very coins ; for God My gudesire saw every thing look help me! I had to borrow out of so muckle against him, that he grew twenty purses; and I am sure that nearly desperate-however, he shiftilk man there set down will take his ed from one foot to another, looked grit oath for what purpose I borrow to every corner of the room, and

made no answer. Sir John. ( I have little doubt ye "Speak out, sirrah," said the laird, borrowed the money, Steenie. It is assuming a look of his father's, a very the payment that I want to have particular ane, which he had when some proof of.”

he was angry-it seemed as if the Stephen. “ The siller maun be wrinkles of his frown made that selfabout the house, Sir John. And same fearful shape of a horse's shoe since your honour never got it, and in the middle of his brow;" Speak his honour that was canna have taen out, Sir! I will know your thoughts ; it wi' him, maybe some of the family -do you suppose that I have this may have seen it."

money!Sir John. We will examine the “Far be it fraé me to say so," said servants, Stephen; that is but rea Stephen. sonable."

• Do you charge any of my people But lackey and lass, and page

and

with having taken it?" groom, all denied stoutly that they “ I wad be laith to charge them had ever seen such a bag of money that may be innocent," said my as my gudesire described. What was gudesire; « and if there be ovy ane waur, he had unluckily not men that is guilty, I have nae proof." tioned to any living soul of them his " Somewhere the money must be, purpose of paying his rent. Ae quean if there is a word of truth in your had noticed something under his story,” said Sir John; “ I ask where arm, but she took it for the pipes. you think it is mand demand a cor

Sir John Redgauntlet 'ordered the rect answer?" servants out of the room, and then * In hell, if you will have my said to my gudesire, "Now, Steenie, thoughts of it," said my gudesire, ye see you have fair play; and, as I driven to extremity," in hell! with have little doubt ye ken better where your father and his silver whistle.". to find the siller than ony other Down the stairs he ran, (for the body, I beg, in fair terms, and for parlour was nae place for him after your own sake, that you will end such a word,) and he-heard the this fasherie; for, Stephen, ye maun Laird swearing blood and wounds

behind him, as fast as ever did Sir « The Lord forgie your opinion," Robert, and roaring for the baillie said Stephen, driven almost to his and the baron officer. wits' end" I am an honest man,

(To be continued.) “ So am I, Stephen," said his honour; + and so are all the folks in the house, I hope. But if there be a knave amongst us,' it must be he Great errors are often connected that tells the story he cannot prove."

with elevated sentiments ; but in He paused, and then added mair order to understand this, we must sternly, “ If I understand your trick, ourselves possess greatness of soul..

pay or flit.”

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

( 187 )
SACRED SONGS, BY THOMAS MOORE.
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,

Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see;
So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world rises silent to Thee.

My God! silent to Thee:

Pure, warm, silent to Thee!
So deep in my soul, &c.
As still to the star of its worship tho' clouded,

The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.

My God! trembling to Thee;

True, fond, trembling to Thee!
Soʻdark as

roam, &c.

Go, let me weep, there 's bliss in tears,"

When he who sheds them inly feels
Some lingering stain of early years,

Effaced by every drop that steals
The fruitless showers of worldly woe

Fall dark to earth and never rise,
While tears that from repentance flow

In bright exhalements, reach the skies.
Go, let me weep, &c.
Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew

More idly than the summer's wind,
And while they passed a fragrance threw,

But left no trace of sweets behind.
The warmest sigh that pleasure heaves

Is cold, is faint, to those that swell
The heart, when pure repentance grieves

O'er hours of pleasure loved too well.
Leave me to sigh, &c.

Were not the sinful Mary's tears

An offering worthy Heaven,
When o'er the faults of former years

She wept and was forgiven :
When bringing every balmy sweet

Her day of luxury stored,
She o'er the Saviour's hallowed feet

The precious perfume pour'd.
And wiped them with that golden hair

Where once the diamond shone,
Though now those gems of grief were there

Which shone for God alone.
Were not those sweets so humbly shed

That hair-those weeping eyes, -
And the sunk heart that inly bled,

Heaven's noblest sacrifice ?
Thou that hast slept in error's sleep,

Oh would thou wake in Heaven !
Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep,

“Love much," and be forgiven.

« السابقةمتابعة »