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point. When he attempted to commence in eternal shadows. The range of houses practice in London as a physician, he sup- that formed what was called Green-Arbour plied himself, in conformity to the prevail- Court, scaled the brow of the dangerous ing custom, with a velvet coat; but, being and abrupt acclivity ; and there, surunable to procure a new one, he purchased rounded by a dense population, in one of one second-hand ; it is not improbable that the most obscure and repulsive quarters of he was deceived in the bargain, for there the city, the poet prosecuted his tasks, and was a breach in the left breast which he received the visits of some of the most diswas obliged to have repaired with a fresh tinguished men of his day. He was fond piece of velvet, and which looked so much of inviting his friends to supper, and somenewer than the rest, that whenever he at- times ventured upon a dinner party, which tended his patients he used to keep his hat generally terminated, when Goldsmith was over the spot during the whole time of the in high spirits and had his own way, in visit. This awkward position might have roystering festivity, or a game of sports. escaped notice once or twice, but having At one of those entertainments, as the comconstant recourse to so unusual an attitude, pany were about to break up, there hapsubjected him to suspicion, until at last the pened some delay concerning the carriages, secret was discovered, and he was over- when Goldsmith, taking advantage of the whelmed by the merriment of his ac- interval, proposed a dance, which was quaintances. Amidst all this weakness, agreed to by the guests, and every body however, there was a vein of kindliness present joined in the mirth, until “ the that won upon the affections of every body. house was turned out of the windows." His fondness for children made him a wel- His love of mirth, his Irish light-heartedcome visitor, even amongst those whose ness, never abandoned him. quick eyes were the first to detect the sim- If we are to credit Boswell-who, with plicity of his dress. An old woman, who is all his gossip, has a very stiff way of restill living, recollects that when she was a cording conversation—the intercourse bechild she used to go, with other children, tween Goldsmith and his contemporaries to the house where he lodged, for the sake must have been carried on in a tone of forof the cakes and sweetmeats he was in the mality that was irreconcileable with that habit of distributing bountifully amongst freedom and cordiality which the imaginathe young people: and Colman relates a tion would fain attach to such reunions. story of a romp, wherein Goldsmith acted We suspect, however, that the solemn the part of a conjuror, placing three hats pomp of Boswell's dialogues—their senon the floor, with a shilling under each, tentious regularity--their didactic manner then crying, “ Hey! presto! cockolorum!” -and ceremonious turns, originated with all the shillings were found together under Boswell himself, who was deficient in the a particular hat, to the infinite delight of skill to give them the necessary air of truth his juvenile companions.

and frankness. It is very unlikely that Every memorial, however slight, of such Johnson and Goldsmith, and Reynolds, a man is full of abiding interest. Some of and the rest, were constantly in the habit the places where he lived in London are of addressing each other with a grave yet to be seen nearly as they were in his “ Sir!” although it is not improbable that life-time. His lodgings in Wine-office when the lexicographer had anything very court and in the Temple are still preserved fine to say, he might have solicited attenwith little alterations; but the house in tion to it in that dogmatic fashion. The which he lived, in Green-Arbour Court, frequency of these frigid interpolations, is where the first interview took place be- very rem able in Boswell's work; and it tween him and Dr. Johnson at a supper is even still more remarkable that the same given by the poet, has been long since pulled mode of commemorating the sayings of down. It lay between the Fleet Market other men of genius-particularly in the and the Old Bailey, at the summit of a case of Dr. Parr-has since been adopted perilous ascent known by the name of with traditional fidelity. The practice is Break-neck Stairs. A few tall, narrow not only absurd, but injurious to the drahouses hung on the top of that dingy hill, matic interests and vraisemblance of such up which the pedestrian was compelled to personal records. An instance or two will strain by a passage so choked with houses sufficiently expose the false and forced chaon either hand, that it was literally buried racter of these memorable trifles. Thus

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Johnson, speaking of Kenrick, who acted to exception of a single circumstance which Goldsmith a similar part to that which occurred to him in Dublin, and which Dennis acted to Pope, escaping, however, was not of a nature calculated for pera similar chastisement, is made to say, manency, it does not appear that the

Sir, he is a man who has succeeded in repose of his feelings was ever disturbed making himself public, without making by the other sex, from which much himself known.It seems to have been of his inspiration was evidently drawn. thought advisable to give effect to the an- His sympathies were, probably, too much tithesis, at any expense of propriety in the diffused over his species to admit of intense tone of the expression. Again, speaking of concentration on a single object: nor was Goldsmith, Johnson is stated to have said, he constituted of such elements as were

Sir, who can pen an essay with such likely to retain very deeply any impresease and elegance as Goldsmith ?" Setting sions he might receive. The natural vivaaside the poor and commonplace employ- city of his character resisted the entrance ment of the word pen, which, of a verity, of durable passion, and his complete exornever fell from the lips of the grandilo- cise of self rendered him incapable of nurquent Johnson, what is there in this obser- turing a feeling which would have absorbed vation to require or justify so serious an his mind upon the pursuit of his own hapappeal to the interlocutor ? When Bos- piness. This solution is not, perhaps, altowell asked Johnson why he slept without a gether satisfactory : but it is difficult nightcap, the Doctor replied, “Sir, posterity otherwise to explain such an anomaly in shall

go down to the grave ignorant of the the history of one who must have penereason why I do not wear a nightcap!” trated the confessional of the heart, and

Sir" upon every occasion, great witnessed in their secret depths the springs and small. In allusion to Goldsmith’s of the tenderest emotions. If there be any projected visit to the East, Johnson ob- condition of existence that is likely, in its served, “Sir, he would bring home a own action, to generate a yearning for that grinding barrow which we see every day companionship of the affections which gein the streets, and think that he had fur- neral society cannot yield, it is the condinished a wonderful discovery.” George tion of the author. His loneliness and Steevens, alluding to Boswell's censures of abstraction-his want of kind hands and Goldsmith, remarked, “Why, sir, it is not watchful eyes the melancholy that unusual for a man who has much genius to spreads over him, at times, like a cloud be censured by one who has none. Even falling on his spirit—the solitude, which Goldsmith himself the simplest wit he cannot help filling with those images of amongst them—is drawn into this manner love and beauty that grow out of his own of address by his biographers, and is re- thoughts, and that form a part of the world ported to have complimented a sculptor in in which his imagination dwells. must these words, “ Sir, you live by the dead, constantly remind him of the desolation and the dead live by you.” Such matters from which there is but one relief. His are, singly, unimportant; but they help, books will not wholly satisfy the cravings nevertheless, to give a certain artificial co- of his mind: he cannot always content louring to the conversations that consider- himself with the pleasures of literature, ably reduces their probability, and leaves which, to be truly felt, must be enjoyed in an erroneous impression upon the mind. common with some kindred intellect: the The objection to them is not, perhaps, that flattery of the world dies upon his ears, they are actually false reports, but that and leaves nothing but an uneasy flutter they surround the persons concerned with behind : he lacks somebody to repeat it to, a false atmosphere of ceremony.

for whose sake he will be prouder of it than It is worthy of observation that the life for his own : society occupies, but does not of Goldsmith was entirely free from any engross, even a partial 66 session of his of those embarrassments which sometimes thoughts:" and he returns home from its arise to authors from the influence of love, glitter, its agitation, and its revelry, more and to which the world has been so largely than ever out of humour with his destiny, indebted for some of the most exquisite and longing despairingly for repose. But productions of genius. His progress never Goldsmith was never oppressed by such seems to have been distracted by any way. reflections. His club preserved him in the ward thoughts of that kind; and, with the best temper with the world; and wherever

he went he carried with him such domestic early formed, and to have caused him no feelings, that he found no difficulty in trouble afterwards. His familiar letters, creating a home for himself which, what written to his friends during his youth, ever might be its discomforts and defi- exhibit evidences of the same clear spirit, ciencies, answered all the demands of his and inartificial modes of description, that own easy and contented disposition. have conferred immortality upon his works.

Of all the English writers there is not One important illustration of the way to one who will bear comparison with Gold- literary fame is furnished by his labours smith for natural sentiments, and elegance that those who write for perpetuity, and of diction. The felicitous simplicity of his who touch the kernel of truth, draw from language has always been regarded as a their own experience of life, and not from model of purity. His taste was unexcep- the reflections of the world in books. His tionable : and his style may be recom- productions are crowded with such numermended as the best study within the whole ous instances of this fact, that it is unnerange of our literature. Johnson, we are cessary to sustain the assertion by examaware, recommends Addison to the atten- ples. There is hardly a striking passage tion of people who are anxious to attain a in his comedies, or his tales, that is not correct and chaste manner; but there can founded upon some events that occurred to be no hesitation at this distance of time in himself, or within his own knowledge ; and dissenting from an opinion which was deli- even in his Animated Nature, with the vered while Goldsmith was yet living, and pages of Buffon spread out before him, he before he had established his reputation. frequently refers to observations he had In some respects there was a striking simi- made upon natural phenom

omena during his larity between Goldsmith and Franklin : boyhood. The Adventures of Tony Lumpthe same good sense, just views, and per- kin and Mrs. Hardcastle had their origin spicuity of expression distinguished them in an escapade of his early years — the both; but in humour, in critical penetration, whole story of George Primrose, and of and in refinement, Goldsmith was infinitely the Strolling Player, even to the minute his superior. A resemblance, too, may be incidents of the flute, the drudgeries of the found in Rousseau, some of whose writings usher, and Bishop Jewell's Staff, were deare in the last degree eloquent, simple, and rived from circumstances that occurred to polished. But the hand of the cunning himself: but we might pursue the enumeartist, notwithstanding all his genius, fre- ration through an hundred places that quently appears, and even his fluency be- must be as familiar to the reader as trays the toil by which it was produced. “ household words.” It is pleasurable to It is well known that Rousseau composed find that such a writer has been again with great pain and difficulty, although brought before the public by the indefatilanguage seems to have flowed in rich gable exertions of so industrious a biograstreams from his pen; while Johnson, pher as Mr. Prior; for although the world whose essays are so extravagantly elabo- needed no hint to recur to this “ well of rated, worked with the utmost rapidity. English undefiled,” the discovery and reGoldsmith, who combined the highest ex- storation of many occasional papers not cellencies, rarely blotted his manuscripts, hitherto known to be his, will give an and was seldom known to make any alter- increased zest to the imperishable populaations. His style seems to have been rity of his name.


WHEN you write for my magazine

Your name I can't betray, sir,
But an attempt that name to screen

May cause a second Fray—sir.




THERE hath happened of late in the city of London

A mystery, whose solving is still in futuro;
By the which a fair Princess of Spain was near undone,

Josefina Carillo D'Aborroz D’Arturo :
By her name we may deem her distinguished of ladies,

And her tale on her side has completely enrolled us.
She came in a Government steamer from Cadiz,

And located in London—what street is not told us :
However, one morning she rose from her pillow,

And put on her things by the light of Aurora,
Sallied forth in a shawl, pelerino, and frillo,

And got into cab did the Spanish Señora.


Not alone did this lady go forth—I remind you ;

For she then had a servant, though since she hath lost her,
(Bah! naughty grisette, how I wish I could find you !)

A maid who was christened Francisca D'Acosta ;
Regent's Quadrant the place of her then destination,

Where a friend, as she thought, was awaiting her visit.
She arrived, and a Spaniard, with some hesitation,

Who knew her without even asking “Who is it?”
Said to Buildings, in Broad Street, she 'd better repair,

Where her friend had gone on half an hour before her,
So cab gave another gee wo at that 'ere,

And he galloped away with the Spanish Señora.


She arrived at the number, and asked for the lady

Of a Spaniard, who opened the door in the passage,
And who, seeming to know of her purpose already,

Ran up stairs, singing out, “ I'll deliver the message;"
But returning at once, and as hastily closing

The doors, without giving her time for reflection,
She felt some one bandage her eyes and her nose in,

And a hand lead her onward by way of direction ;
They took her up steps, and kept turning and turning,

Then up more steps again, till she 'gan to deplore a
Condition which left her no chance of discerning

What they next meant to do with the Spanish Señora.


When they got her up stairs to the spot which they wanted,

They took off her bandage, and lo!—but, dear reader,
I hope you're strong-hearted, firm-nerved, and undaunted,

As calm as a pool, and as cool as a pleader;
For with horror I tell it, you'll have to endure now

A deed of the Devil, -dark, dread, and dismaying;
And I'm farthest from wishing to see, I am sure now,

Your flesh creep-back cold and your hair hérissé-ing :
VOL. X.-NO. 11.-—FEBRUARY 1837.

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Then brace up your nerves to their strongest position,

While I draw up the curtain and open the door, a New scene to display of the Black Inquisition,

That astonished the eyes of the Spanish Señora.


The room, which with eye of a builder she measured,

Was eighteen feet long-a small bell had been tinkling, The carpets two colours her memory treasured,

Green and white, and two globes, she descried in a twinkling; The walls of the chamber were covered with sable,

Twelve candles were burning, with green and black shaded, Dingy black was the cloth that enshrouded the table,

Round which, in black tunics, twelve men were paraded, With black four-cornered caps, from which black tassels pended,

Excepting the president learned, who wore a
Thin trimming of white—all, with emphasis splendid,

j Shouted“ Dios nos guarde” to the Spanish Señora.


Then greeted her eyes papers, books, crucifixes,

And a whole heap of oath-taking paraphernalia, And the president, coolly beginning his tricksies,

Sought to make her take oath; but the thing was a failure. She had so much courage no terrors could work her

Black arts of the devil she vowed should not scare her, Although, when the president threatened to burke her,

The twelve with one voice cried aloud “Que muera.' “She is ready to die," she replied, “if you will her,

At once- —therefore trouble don't take any more aBout making her swear; but mind this, if you

Her friends will avenge the Castilian Señora !”

kill her,


Now it presently seemed that the twelve were offended

With D’Arturo's proceedings respecting some ore, To be raised as a loan, which Don Carlos intended

To pay off his troops for besieging Bilboa, Which loan the said Donna D'Arturo retarded ;

So the president told her, by infamous measures, In a speech which the twelve cruel men interlarded

With “Kill her for keeping the king from his treasures !" They had summoned her, therefore, to this Inquisition

The emblems of terror and death were before herAnd unless she recanted before she levanted,

They would soon put an end to the Spanish Señora.


thout mercy

But finding their threat no effect had upon her,

Except to prepare her for death
That still she refused to dispense with her honour

To the whole of the twelve, or the president per se,
They bandaged her eyes and her nose again rapidly,

(Such concealment alone proved it wasn't a fair case) And two men, while the others were staring on vapidly,

Led her upwards and downwards again on the staircase; Then quick as a bold barber shaves off a whisker,

They gave her a push as if meaning to floor her, And the cabman outside (with D'Acosta Francisca)

Again drove away with the Spanish Señora.

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