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all kinds and shapes were lying on an help joining in the laugh, for I lrave vaken table; two or three clownish ser always relished a joke, even though made vänts were lounging about; every thing at my own expense. He went onto speak had a look of confusion and carelessness. of my various pursuits, my strolling

The apartments through which I freak, and that somewhat nettled me; at passed had the same air of departed Jength he talked of my parents. He gentility and sluttish housekeeping. The ridiculed my father; I stomached even önce rich curtains were faded and dusty, that, though with great difficulty. He the furniture greased and tarvished. On mentioned my mother with a sneer, and in cntering the dining-room I found a an instant he lay sprawling at my feet. number of odd, vulgar looking, rustic Here a tumult succeeded: the table was gentlemen seated round a table on which nearly overturned; bottles, glasses, and were bottles, decanters, tankards, pipes, tankards, rolleil crashing and clattering and tobacco. Several dogs were lying about the floor. The company seized hold about the room, or sitting and watching of both of'usto keep us from doing any fartheir mastera, and one was gnawing a thermischief. J struggled to get loose, for I bone under a side table. The master of was boiling with fury. My cousin defied the feast sat at the head of the board. me to strip and fight him on the lawn, He was greatly altered. He had grown I agreed, for I felt the strength of a thickset and rather gummy, with a fiery giant in me, and I longed to pommel him foxey head of hair. There was a singular sounilly. mixture of foolishness, arrogance, and “ Away then we were borne. A ring conceit, in his countenance.

was formed. I had a second assigned dressed in a vulgarly fine style, with me in true boxing style. My cousin, as leather breeches, a red waistcoat, and he advanced to fight, said something green coat, and was evidently, like his about his generosity in showing me such guests, a little flushed with drinking. fair play, when I had made such an un. The whole company stared at me with a provoked attack upon him at his own whimsical muzzy look, like men whose table. “Stop there,” cried I, iņ a rage, sepses were a little obfuscated by beer “unprovoked? kuow that I am John rather than wine.

Buckthorne, and you have insulted the My cousin (God forgive me, the ap- memory of my mother." pellation sticks in my throat), my cousin The lout was suddenly struck by invited me with awkward civility, or, as what I said: he drew back, and thought he intended it, condescension, to sit to for a moment. the table and drink. We talked, as “ Nay, damu it,” said he, “ that's too usual, about the weather, the crops, much-that's clean another thing I've politics, and hard times. My cousin a mother myself—and no one shall speak

a loud politician, and evidently ill of her, bad as she is.” accustomed talk without

He paused again: nature seemed to tradiction at his own table. He was have

a rough struggle in his rude amazingly loyal," and talked of standing bosom. by the throne to the last guinea, as “ Damn it, cousin,” cried he, “ I'm every gentleman of fortune should do."

sorry for what I said. Thou'st served The village exciseman, who was half me right in knocking me down, and I asleep, could just ejaculate “very true," like thee the better for it. Here's my to every thing he said. The conversation hand; come and live with me, and dama turned upon cattle; he boasted of his me but the best-room in the house, and breed, his, mode of crossing it, and of the best horse in the stable, shall be at the general management of his estate. thy service.' This unluckily drew ou a history of the I declare to you I was strongly place and of the family. He spoke of moved at this instance of nature breakmy Jate uncle with the greatest ir. ing her way through such a lump of reverence, which I could easily forgive. flesh. I forgave the fellow in a moment He mentioned my name, and my blood his two heinous crimes, of having been began to boil. He described my frequent born in wedlock, and inheriting my visits to my un when I was a lad, and

estate, I shook the hand he offered me, I found the varlet, even at that time, to convince him that I bore him no ill"imp as he was, had known that he was will; and then making my way through to inherit the estate. He described the the gaping crowd of tuad-eaters, bade scene of iny uncle's death and the open- 'adieu to my uncle's domains for ever ing of the will with a degree of coarse This is the last I have seen or heard of humour that I had not expected from my cousin, or of the domestic concerns of him; and, vexed as I was, I could not

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THE STORY OF THE BANDIT body, and so I was condemned to the
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galleys for thirty years.
I am a native of the village of Pros-

“ Curse on such laws !" vociferated the sedi. My father was easy enough in cir- bandit, foaming with rage: “Curse on cumstances, and we lived peaceably and such a government ! and ten thousand independently, cultivating our fields.

curses on the Prince who caused me to All went on well with us until a new

be adjudged so rigorously, while so many chief of the Sbirri was sent to our vil- other Roman princes harbour and protect lage to take command of the police. He assassins a thousand times inore culpable! was an arbitrary fellow prying into every What had I done but what was inspired thing, and practising all sorts of vexa- by a love of justice and my country? tions, and oppressious in the discharge of Why was my act more culpable than his office. I was at that time eighteen that of Brutus, when he sacrificed Cæsar years of age, and had a natural love of to the cause of liberty and justice?" justice and good neighbourhood. I had There was something at once both also a little education, and knew some

lofty and ludicrous in the rhapsody of thing of history, so as to be able to this robber chief, thus associating himjudge a little of men and their actions. self with one of the great names of anAll this inspired me with batred for this tiquity. It showed, however, that he paltry despot. My own family, also, had at least the merit of knowing the rebecame the object of his suspicion or dis- markable facts in the history of his like, and felt more than once the arbitrary country, He became more calm, and abuse of his power,

These things resumed his narative. worked together in my mind, and I

I was conducted to Civita Vecchia gasped after vengeance. My character in fetters. My heart was burning with was always ardeut and energetic, and, rage. I had been married scarce six acted upon by the love of justice, deter- months to a woman whom I passionately mined me, by one blow to rid the country loved, and who was pregnant. My family of the tyrant.

was in despair. For a long time I made Full of my project, I rose one morna

unsuccessful efforts to break my chain, ing before peep of day, and concealing At length I found a morsel of irou, which a stiletto under my waistcoat-where you I hil carefully, and endeavoured, with a see it!-(and he drew forth a long keen pointed flint, to fashion it into a kind of poniard) I lay in wait for him in the out- file. I occupied myself in this work skirts of the village. I knew all his during the nighintime, and when it was haunts, and bis habit of making his finished, I made out, after a long time, rounds and prowling about like a wolf to sever one of the rings of my chain. in the gray of the morning. At length My flight was successful. I met him, and attacked him with I wandered for several weeks in the fury. He was armed, but I took him mountains which surround Prossedi, and unawares, and was full of youth and found means to inform my wife of the vigour. I gave him repeated blows to place where I was concealed. She came make sure work, and laid him lifeless at often to see me. I had determined to

put myself at the head of an armed band. When I was satisfied that I had done She endeavoured, for a long time, to disfor him, I returned with all haste to the suade me, but finding my resolution village, but had the ill luck to meet fixed, she at length united in my project two of the Sbirri, as I entered. They of vengeance, and brought me, herself, accosted me, and asked if I had seen my poniard. By her means I commutheir chief. I assumed an air of tran- nicated with several brave fellows of the quillity, and told them I had not. They neighbouring villages, who I knew to be continued on their way, and within a few ready to take to the mountains, and only hours brought back the dead body to panting for an opportunity to exercise Prossedi. Their suspicious of me being their dạring spirits. We soon formed a already awakened, I was arrested and combination, procured arms, and we thrown into prison. Here I lay several have had ample opportunities of revengweeks, when the Prince, who was Seiging ourselves for the wrongs and injuries neur of Prossedi, directed judicial pra- which most of us have suffered. Every ceedings against me. I was brought to thing has succeeded with us until now, trial, and a witness was produced, who and had it not been for our blunder in pretended to have seen me flying with mistaking you for the Priuce, our forprecipitation not far from the bleeding tuues would have been made. LONDON:—WILLIAM CHARLTON WRIGHT, 65. Paternoster

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And she was happyinnocence and hope
Make the young heart a paradise for love.
And she loved, and was loved. The youth was one
That dwelled on the waters. He had been
Where sweeps the blue Atlantic, a wide world-
Had seen the sun light up the flowers, like gems,
In the bright Indian isles—had breathed the air
When sweet with cinnamon, and gum, and spice.
But he said no air brought health, or balm,
Like that on his own hills, when it had swept
O’er orchards in their bloom, or hedges, where
Blossomed the hawthorn and the honeysuckle;
That, but one voyage more, and he would come
To his dear Ellen and her cottage home-
Dwell there in love and peace. And then he kissed
Her tears away, talked of the pleasant years
Which they should pass together of the pride
He would take in his constancy. Oh, hope
Is very eloquent! and as the hours
Pass'd by their fireside in calm cheerfulness,
Ellen forgot to weep.

At length the time
Of parting came; 'twas the first month of Spring.
Like a green fan spread the horse-chéşnut's leaves,
A shower of yellow bloom was on the elm,
The daisies shone like silver, and the boughs
Were covered with their blossoms, and the sky
Was like an augury of hope, so clear,
So beautifully blue. Love! oh, young love!
Why hast thou not security? Thou art
Like a bright river, on whose course the weeds
Are thick and heavy; briers are on its banks,
And jagged stones and rocks are mid its waves.
Conscious of its own beauty, it will rush
Over its many obstacles, and pant
For some green valley, as its quiet home.
Alas! either it rushes with a desperate leap
Over its barriers, foaming passionate,
But prisoned still; or, winding languidly,
Becomes dark, like oblivion, or else wastes
Itself away. This is love's history.

They parted one spring evening; the green sea
Had scarce a curl upon its wave; the ship
Rode like a queen of ocean. Ellen wept,
But not 'disconsolate, for she had hope.
She knew not then the bitterness of tears.
But night closed in, and with the night there came
Tempest upon the wind; the beacon light
Glared like a funeral pile; all else was black
And terrible as death. We heard a sound
Come from the ocean-one lone signal gun,
Asking for help in vain-followed by shrieks,
Mocked by the ravening gale; then deepest silence.
Some gallant souls had perished. With the first
Dim light of morn, they sought the beach; and there
Lay fragments of a ship, and human shapes,
Ghastly and gashed. But the 'worst sight of all-
The sight of living misery, met their gaze,
Seated upon a rock, drenched by the rain,
Her hair torn by the wind, there Ellen sat,
Pale, motionless. How could love guide her there?
A corpse lay by her; in her arms its head
Found a fond pillow, and o'er it she watched,
As the young mother watches her first child
It was her lover-

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LOVE OF TRUTH.

MISERIES OF A COCKNEY..

[Enter a Devil,* in a devil of a hurry.] TRUTH, above all things-cried my Devil. I wants an article, to fill up. father, on bidding me farewell, as I got Publisher.-Here are a dozen, honest into the coach that was to carry me to devil, but which to choose, may the devil London,malways speak the truth, and take me you will prosper.

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Devil.-I must take something. good parent, promising I would follow

Publisher.-Here, then is a sketch his advice, and the coach set off.

from Nature, but of a most unnatural In the vehicle was a fat lady, caress- length.—Leander of Cavendish Square; ing a little urchin. What do you think but he wants an hero. of my baby? said she. It is very ugly, Devil Send him to Greece, Sir, they madam, dirty, and noisy. The lady want heroes there, too, I hear. loaded me with abuse; and a gentleman Publisher.-Silence, Devil!-Oh! here who was with her called me a mad

is the “Miseries of a Cockney,” take it fellow : I replied in the same tone, and at the first place the coach stopped we Devil.-(grumbling) Miseries of a fought. I was wounded in the arm; but Cockney, indeed! Why,šir, the Cockneys, I consoled myself by saying, I have as you call 'em, won't read your book if obeyed my father and spoken truth.

you are for taking off after that 'ere rate When I arrived in London, I presented —'tisn't a very pleasant thing, or a very my letter of introduction to a man in polite one, either, to abuse them there power, who had a vacant place in his folks who we get our bread from. Why now, gift, which I had every reason to expect. Mr. W., can't we have our enjoyments He received me in the most gracious without being cut up in your book? I manner, and invited me to a private am sure, I am almost ashamed to think play, that was to be performed that of what I have printed about those indievening at his house. I went, and was widuals, it's very ard we can't go to no tired to death. In the morning I repeat- place without being laughed at.-Only ed my visit. What did you think of the last Sunday, I went with my young principal actress, said mine host? She' 'ooman to Richmond, in the Steam pacis very bad, said I ; she searcely knew ket, and 'cause I ax'd a civil looking how to repeat her part. That is my gentleman, whetherValeswere caught wife, said he. Pardon me, I answered, about that'ere place, he laughed in my overwhelmed with confusion, it is not the face, and called me a Cockney! principal actress I mean; it is the wait Why, sir, it was only last September, ing-maid. That was my daughter. I when I went a shooting with one or twó must be mistaken; then it was the lover, more devils, that I found the whole acI think, who spoiled all. That part was count of our day's sport in the next numplayed by my brother. To confess the ber of a Two-penny, and I couldn't say.a truth, added 'I, vexed to the heart, the word against it, because lam-aCockney. actors were not so bad, the fault was in (Getting very energetic)-And pray the piece itself; it was detestable. I now, Mr. W., what 'arm is there in being am its author, said the great man, and born within the sound of Bow bell, immediately dismissed me from bis pre- havn't we some of the greatest men in sence, and bestowed the place upon the world live in London, isn't there Sir another.

Villam Curtis ? look at him, sir! isn't it I retook the coach, and returned to the finest place in the whole world can't my paternal home. Father, said I, I we shut the King out if we like? think have followed your advice, I have spoken of that sir! isn't St. Paul's a wery beauthe truth and have not prospered. tiful church, and a'nt Vaterloo Bridge a

wery, wery magnificent bridge, and yet, MASQUERADE.-A person very negli- sir, I mustn't talk about these things, gent in his dress, having a great desire nor come from this noble town without to go to a masquerade, asked the advice being called—a Cockney! of a friend, how he should disguise him. The Devil, in his energy, and in self so as not to be known? “Nothing “suiting the action to the word, and the in the world is more easy,” replied the word to the action,” had torn our corlatter, “put on clean linen.”

respondent's paper in pieces : determinBULL-One Irishman asked another ing, however, not to sink under our

misfortunes, and having, by the way, no his opinion of an article he wished to purchase :-" In troth,” says the accu

time to spare, we have substituted his

vindication of the Cockneys, instead of rate estimator of value, “although you are to get it for nothing, you would

our correspondent's. never make your own money out of it.”

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